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WRATH * XI * WRATH<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
Catharsis<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
The last meeting of the heads of security that would ever take place within the walls<BR>
of Castle Greggory was of two parts. On part was a celebration of their victory over<BR>
the Shapeshifter.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle4">
Randy made a sort of fountain out of tall, fluted champagne glasses. He stacked<BR>
them into a pyramid shape and then poured into the top one, so that as that glass at the<BR>
pinnacle overflowed all the ones beneath it were filled. It was like a strange model of a<BR>
prospering Republican economy.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
Each of them took a glass then; though Greggory poured his into Sabre's water<BR>
dish.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
Eliphaz raised a glass. He made a toast. He said, "To Chance, the most<BR>
benevolent and divine of Fate's Champions."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
There were nods around the table; they chinked glasses.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"And the winning of half the war," added Randy.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"Here, here!"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
Chink.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
"And to uplifted spirits that will carry us, lively and prepared, to further victories,"<BR>
said Greggory.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"To life eternal," said Brad.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"Here, here!"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
Chink.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
They drank.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
Eliphaz swallowed his glass down in one gulp. He reached for another glass from<BR>
the pyramid-fountain.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
"A new toast!" he said. "Here's to the power of the mind! The power to purge the<BR>
flesh by means of science and spirit!"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"And to the money you will save on shoes," said Randy. Eliphaz laughed heartily.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
Another chink.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
Another deep swallow.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"I didn't know until now," said Greggory to Eliphaz, "how you really felt about luck.<BR>
I thought when you asked that question during the interviews, about luck, that you were<BR>
looking for people who <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle6">didn't </SPAN>believe in it."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
Eliphaz had, already, his third glass in his hand. He drank down half of it before<BR>
addressing Greggory with a response to his statement. He said, "I didn't believe in<BR>
luck. You're absolutely correct. I didn't believe anything happened by <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle6">pure </SPAN>chance. I<BR>
thought anything which happened came about as a mixture of preparation,<BR>
determination and circumstance. Once all of those elements are in place, well then,<BR>
who knows? You read my book Greggory. You know what grand credit I gave to the<BR>
influence of Chaos. But: I <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle6">didn't </SPAN>believe in luck. Not until now.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle8">
"When something like this happens, you <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle6">have </SPAN>to stop and rethink things through. If<BR>
you're in the position I'm in -- or was in, rather. Something so delicately detailed, so<BR>
complicated as this... it makes me believe it had to have been part of some unknown<BR>
purpose's design. And, not believing God would give a rat's ass one way or the other,<BR>
I'm left only with speculations about the fickle lady: Luck."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
Eliphaz laughed suddenly. It was a strange sound coming from his throat.<BR>
Everyone had always seen him stern and serious and authoritative. He had never<BR>
laughed before. He pointed at Greggory with the stump of his elbow. "Have you really<BR>
bothered to try and recreate all of what had to happen in order for things to work out<BR>
the way they did? Have you <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle6">really </SPAN>looked at it? I mean, start with the castle itself: the<BR>
floorplan, the termites, our managing to buy it. How many castles ever even go up for<BR>
sale?<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
"Consider the lengths of security we went to. The lengths we <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle6">had </SPAN>to go to. We<BR>
were actually over-working the fastest, most powerful computer available, and because<BR>
of that, we had to have a technician install a new cooling system. Liquid nitrogen for<BR>
Godssake! Think of the fluke of its having been laundry day, and the blankets and<BR>
sheet of your bed being changed at the precise moment of the Shapeshifter's breaking<BR>
into our fortress. And the timing of it all: your retiring for the evening, the deadline I'd<BR>
given the technician to meet, the collapse of the floor. Think of the over-sight of that<BR>
timber during the remodeling we had done. And what are the odds against our having<BR>
had the jacuzzi put in that exact spot, where it could catch the monster and freeze him<BR>
solid so quickly? Just think of it all!"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
There was a moment of respectful silence and reflection.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
At last Brad spoke; saying what they all wanted to say. Saying the only thing that<BR>
could, realistically be said. "Wow."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
Then they all said it together.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"Wow."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"S'right," said Eliphaz, nodding.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"One more time then," said Brad, lifting his glass. "To Luck."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"To Luck," they echoed.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
Chink.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
The second part of the reason for their meeting was the discussion of further<BR>
preparations for the coming of the Animator, and speculation about the nature of the<BR>
Magician.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle4">
Eliphaz was deep into the pyramid when the insight finally hit him. They had been<BR>
discussing the problem of luring the Animator into the living cage, but Eliphaz, not one<BR>
to long put up with the trifles of how to <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle6">execute </SPAN>a plan, could not keep himself limited<BR>
to such a narrow spectrum of thinking.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle8">
He cried, "I have it!" And he was more than just a little bit inebriated by then. His<BR>
eyes were glassy and stupid looking, his speech was slurred. Still, when he spoke he<BR>
commanded everyone's attention effortlessly. "A tree!" he exclaimed. "It just came to<BR>
me: if we want to seal up that bastard for a good long time, we have to find some living<BR>
thing that goes on living for a good long time. And the answer is so obvious. A tree!"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
But his solution was apparently so enlightened he had a hard time explaining his<BR>
concept with mere words. His drunkenness may have had something to do with it. He<BR>
had to draw pictures as he spoke, and it was a good thing he was ambidextrous.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle4">
He drew a tree much the same way a child in elementary school would: as the<BR>
outline of a sprig of cauliflower. The universal symbol for tree. He said, "We're going<BR>
to need a really big tree though. Like a Redwood, or a Douglas Fir, or a Sequoia. A<BR>
<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle6">big </SPAN>tree."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
"I don't get it," said Brad. "What the hell are you talking about?" He was speaking<BR>
for all of them.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
"So shut up then. I'm essplainin'." He drew an archway in the trunk of his tree.<BR>
"You know they can sometimes graft parts of one tree onto another, and then seal it up<BR>
with tar and those synthetic bark coverings? Well, that's what we gotta do. We cut a<BR>
hole in this here tree, big enough so we can put the whole skin cage in there." He drew<BR>
a cube, representing the cage, inside the archway. "An' we gotta do it that was 'acause<BR>
we can't take no chance on the Aminator, er, Animator, getting out. You know? And<BR>
then, we replace the part we cut out, and seal over the seams with that tar and bark<BR>
stuff. Eventually the tree grows right back together and, pow! We have constructed a<BR>
living person, er, prison. Those trees last hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of<BR>
years. I'm tellin' ya."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
"But will it hold the Animator in the meantime?" asked Greggory. "Before the<BR>
section we remove grows back in fully?"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
"Well, we gotta be real careful," said Eliphaz. "So that piece fits back in there nice<BR>
and tight. Tight like a virgin."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"We could even cut a covering from another tree," suggested Brad. "We could cut<BR>
the cover so it would be a little bit too big for the hole, bevel the edges of the cover,<BR>
and then smash it in there, like a cork!"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle10">
"Now that's thinkin'," said Eliphaz. He tapped the side of his head with his pencil.<BR>
He had a silly looking grin on his face just then: tight-lipped and curving, like 'Have a<BR>
Nice Day!' "That's using your noodle. That's using the old bean, Bradleyman." He<BR>
paused then, and then said, "Well, well. This calls for another toast then: to trees!" He<BR>
reached for another crystal block of pyramid. By himself practically, he had gotten<BR>
down to its foundation.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
And Greggory hated to be a damper on his friend's ebullience, but somebody had<BR>
to say it. "Yes, but we still don't know how to get the Animator into the cage in the first<BR>
place."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
Eliphaz looked at him, uncomprehending. He finally said, "You guys expect me to<BR>
haf to think of everything?"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
* * *<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
Was it the spirit of the celebration that made Eliphaz go to drink? It was not.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle11">
It was a combination of many troubling things that made him so desire the comfort<BR>
and refuge of a mind numbed by drink. His headache was worse for one thing. It was<BR>
no longer just a painful throb. It was more upscale now: on the level of cancer.<BR>
Clawed crabs, eating his brain. He thought perhaps he might have a tumor. And too,<BR>
adding to the problem, his final valuation of the world and its purpose -- the role of all<BR>
life on it. The truth of it was, Eliphaz had had a sort of religious experience in the<BR>
aftermath of the Shapeshifter. The core of all his beliefs had been shattered; and he had<BR>
started to have new, disturbing thoughts about the nature of Death, Chaos, Fate, and<BR>
yes, even God. It made him wonder if maybe he hadn't gotten it all wrong in his book.<BR>
It made him wonder about whether or not he really <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle6">might </SPAN>be insane. And unprovoked,<BR>
unbidden, unwanted, a revelation came to him then -- after the cargo plane and it's<BR>
frozen occupant had lifted off the runway. He'd sat there, watching the plane, watching<BR>
it go; smaller and smaller, and it had come. First as an inexplicable pang of remorse,<BR>
and then as a startling comprehension he wanted desperately to deny.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
So he drank. Heavily. Far beyond his capacity for alcohol. And blank,<BR>
unreasoning stupidity came for him, and he embraced it. Anything to stop the pain.<BR>
Anything to stop the thinking, thinking, thinking...<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
* * *<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
He was in a stupor as he spoke on the subject of the Magician. Most of what he<BR>
said, in fact, was just unconscious rambling. He had no idea what he was saying, and<BR>
later, he would have no recollection of it.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle4">
"So what have we got?" was how he started: asking a rhetorical question. He was<BR>
asking the air. It took a great concentrated effort on the part of his listeners to hear the<BR>
words in the noises he uttered: many of the subtle dynamics of speech had been robbed<BR>
from Eliphaz by the champagne.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle4">
"A handful of suggestions. A little myth, a little folklore." A long pause. "Was he<BR>
Moses, perhaps? parting the Red Sea? Was he Merlin? divining the future of<BR>
Camelot and slaying dragons? What is real, what we have heard of him? What is<BR>
imagined?<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"Does he visit the bed-side of David Copperfield at night? bestowing on him<BR>
knowledge of the working of the human mind and guidance on how it can be deceived?<BR>
Did he share dreams and secrets with Nostradamus and Houdini?<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle12">
"How will he attack? Through use of mind control? hypnotic enchantments? Will<BR>
he drive us mad using illusions conjured from our fantasies and nightmares? Who can<BR>
say? The only suggestion I have, my friends, is that he will most assuredly be more<BR>
subtle than the others. His work bears always the markings of intellect and cleverness.<BR>
He will not resort to seducing us or ripping us limb from limb, cutting us or strangling us.<BR>
His will surely be an attack on our perceptions. He may lure us from reality with<BR>
thoughts of pleasure, or lull us into complacency with notions of comfort and security.<BR>
He will be sneaky, I tell you! He is the devil!" And Eliphaz stopped.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"So what can we do?" asked Randy.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"Nothing." He spit the word out, like it was a bitter taste.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"Nothing?!"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"We have no weapons to combat him with other than our very wits and alertness.<BR>
We must stay ready for him. We must stay on edge. Only when he finally shows<BR>
himself by attacking will we know how best to defend ourselves."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
It was a sobering thought for the table: a confrontation with the completely<BR>
unknown. Inevitably, there was fear -- the great one itself: Fear of the Unknown.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
A long silence passed on the room.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
Then suddenly, Eliphaz was rambling; loud and boisterous. "What about the<BR>
Magician himself?" he demanded. "What of the very man? When he caused<BR>
wonderment at the miracles he could perform, did he know for what end -- for what<BR>
means -- he was working them? Did he ever understand his motivation, or know the<BR>
reason behind his very existence? Did he realize what master he was serving? Did he<BR>
ever understand what role it was that he was filling, or did he act merely to pass the<BR>
infinite years, entertaining himself? Did he ever fully comprehend Death and the fact of<BR>
his subservience to it? or was its meaninglessness a source of pain and grief for him as<BR>
well? I ask you to wonder if perhaps he, the Magician, wasn't all along as foolish as the<BR>
mortals he trod the earth with. Is it unfeasible?"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
The others looked at him, shocked, confused. His drunkenness was so obviously<BR>
apparent.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
Eliphaz ended his ravings with a single syllable utterance: "Why?" Then he pounded<BR>
twice with his fist and collapsed face first onto the table, sobbing.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
Greggory touched his shoulder. "Eliphaz?"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"Leave me," he said.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
And there was no arguing with that. They left him. Left him there, crying; helpless<BR>
vent to the suffering of two and a half millennia.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle0">
*<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle13">*</SPAN><SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle14">*</SPAN><BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle0">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
Bradley and Greggory...<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle10">
It was refreshing sometimes, being with Bradley; talking to him. His was a point of<BR>
view that one did not come across often. Everything in his world was in stark contrast.<BR>
There was black and white, right and wrong; no gray, no maybe, and though it was<BR>
hard to understand how Bradley logically justified many of his standings, and harder still<BR>
to get him to rationally explain them, never once did he doubt or re-think them. He was<BR>
complex, yet simple; and severe.<BR>
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He asked, while the two of them watched reconstruction, "What are you going to<BR>
do after you win?" And Greggory, had to shake himself, unsure what he had heard, or<BR>
what was meant by it. "Pardon me?"<BR>
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<BR>
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The two of them were on the ground floor, at the site of the collapse, watching the<BR>
contractors on their scaffolding, working new stones and mortar into the hole left over<BR>
from the Shapeshifter's fall. They were paid by the hour, but even so, they were<BR>
working fast: double-time. There was a substantial bonus to be earned if the job was<BR>
done within two days. Greggory was uneasy about having so many strangers around,<BR>
but Eliphaz had reassured him, saying he had screened all of them very thoroughly.<BR>
There were no agents of the enemy, disguised, in their midst.<BR>
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<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"You know. After we knock off these last two. What are you going to do?"<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"I hadn't really thought much about it, I guess."<BR>
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<BR>
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"Hadn't thought much about it?" Brad's tone was disbelief. "Man, how can you not<BR>
think about it. Living forever." He wiped at the top of his head with his hand. "Man."<BR>
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<BR>
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So then Greggory did stop for a second. Thinking.<BR>
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"First thing I'd do is sell my secret, I suppose," Brad said. "Course, I'd be charging<BR>
a pretty penny for it. You know there wouldn't be much point in living forever if you<BR>
had to worry about money the whole time. I'd sell it to a couple of Arab oil barons or<BR>
something. Get so much money that I'd never have to worry about it again. Then I'd<BR>
buy a football team or something. Make sure of a continued income. Them sports<BR>
franchise owners have got it made, I tell you. They don't even spend their own money<BR>
building new stadiums."<BR>
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<BR>
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"I didn't do it for the money," Greggory said.<BR>
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<BR>
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"Yeah? Maybe not, but you're going to need it anyways. Living forever is going to<BR>
take a lot of cold, hard cash."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"Hmm."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle4">
"Then: I'd get myself a mansion. Or hell, maybe even this castle would do. But I'd<BR>
get swimming pools and tennis courts, and sports cars. Get rid of all these guns and<BR>
missiles. And pack this place full of playboy bunnies. Beautiful women, wearing thong<BR>
bikinis. Droves of 'em. All over the place."<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"There were certain sacrifices I had to make, Brad. I'm sure you're not aware of."<BR>
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<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
A puzzled look came on Brad's face for a second. Then he made a scissoring<BR>
gesture with his index and middle finger, and held his hand near his belt. "What? Snip,<BR>
snip?"<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"Not exactly, but to the same effect."<BR>
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<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
"Fuck, man. What's the point then? I'd rather be getting my share and have to die<BR>
someday than give that up."<BR>
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"There are other things in life, Brad."<BR>
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"What about kids, man? What about the future?"<BR>
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"I don't need kids to have a legacy anymore, Brad. I'm still going to be here."<BR>
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<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"But what are you going to do with all that time on your hands?"<BR>
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<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"I hadn't really thought about it much."<BR>
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<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
"I would've thought of that first. Before I decided to do any of the rest of this crazy<BR>
shit."<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"I didn't want to die."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"Who does? But what to do about it? I mean, death happens, man."<BR>
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<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"You don't worry about it?"<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"Well, I can't do anything about it, so why should I?"<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"Say you could do something about it."<BR>
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<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"Like you did?"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"Yes."<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"I think I'd pass."<BR>
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<BR>
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"You would?"<BR>
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<BR>
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"Well, hell. You ain't ever gonna have a wife and kids. You never eat. You never<BR>
drink. You gotta go through life constantly worrying about what to do if you get a<BR>
whole in your suit. That ain't living, Greggory. That's existing."<BR>
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"But what about all the ideas you could have? What about all the things you could<BR>
learn? What about art, and science, and logic?" Greggory thought Brad would have to<BR>
give pause to that, but he didn't.<BR>
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"I guess I ain't that complex a man."<BR>
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WRATH * IV * WRATH<BR>
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The Fortress<BR>
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<BR>
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Neither Eliphaz nor Greggory expected what wound up happening. Certainly, it<BR>
was something that Greggory may have subconsciously hoped for, but never had he<BR>
entertained any thoughts of its fulfillment. And even though the change between them<BR>
was mostly at Eliphaz' doing, it was still he who was most surprised when the realization<BR>
of it dawned on him.<BR>
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They had become friends. Seemingly overnight, the two of them had formed a<BR>
bond as might exist between two brothers. Indeed, maybe it was that like-bond of<BR>
brotherhood: a state that exists between two people who have so much shared<BR>
experience. Though they had existed as strangers up till just two days before,<BR>
Greggory's quest for eternal life had made him seem as a kindred spirit in Eliphaz' eyes;<BR>
a person he took immediate liking to. Perhaps it was the knowledge that here, at last,<BR>
was a relationship that Eliphaz could entertain thoughts of permanence with, whereas in<BR>
all his other dealings with people his awareness of their temporary nature had caused<BR>
obvious distance and apathy between them. Times before, with family and friends --<BR>
on the only occasion on which he had thought seriously of taking a lover -- his feelings<BR>
for those others had always had to be muted by his knowledge: "I could like you, but it<BR>
will not save you from death. And after you, I will continue on, remembering you, with<BR>
sorrow... forever." Like a barrier, it was, between him and the rest of humanity; his<BR>
painful awareness, of the mortality of others, that death was waiting for them.<BR>
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Now though, with Greggory, such depressing fixations were far from his mind.<BR>
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"Somehow," Eliphaz was saying, "You've got to defend yourself. Now defending<BR>
yourself from a powerful spirit entity is going to be a tricky matter, since any obstacle or<BR>
weapon you can employ will be of a physical, or material, nature. I think probably our<BR>
only real hope is that I can exert some control over them with my superior mental<BR>
powers. But even if I can, we're going to need outside help."<BR>
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Eliphaz and Greggory were standing in the courtyard of the castle they had just<BR>
bought. It had been a museum most recently; a family relic, moved over, stone by<BR>
stone from Germany. But the last members of that family had long since died, and the<BR>
art museum that had been set up in their name was a money-wasting venture at best, so<BR>
the current owners had been eager to sell.<BR>
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The two of them were looking out on the surrounding estate through the massive,<BR>
tower-bordered gate which opened into that open-ceiling-ed square of cobblestones.<BR>
A meandering path, of similar stones, led out from the courtyard and down the side of<BR>
the hill that the castle commanded. Eventually, at a spot beyond the range of their<BR>
seeing, the path would encounter yet another gate, in a like, but smaller wall, which<BR>
encircled the entire property: all two hundred acres of it. The main body of the castle<BR>
was at their backs just then; the massive iron-bound planks of the main door, and<BR>
behind that the steel grill of the four-ton portcullis. The towers of the castle loomed like<BR>
heaven-aimed missiles to either side of their view, each of them quite nearly a hundred<BR>
feet high.<BR>
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"We're going to need to hire a security staff," Eliphaz went on. "I'd say, looking at<BR>
the size of the place, that probably forty men should do it. With that many we should<BR>
be able to position them very consistently so that all portions of the house (Greggory<BR>
thought it humorous the way Eliphaz referred to the castle as a house) and yard will be<BR>
no more than a head's turn from visibility at any given time. And twenty-four hour<BR>
surveillance means three shifts, so we'll need 120 men for full implementation. Maybe<BR>
more. Make a note of that, though: 120 men. Place an ad of some kind."<BR>
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"Where?"<BR>
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<BR>
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"I don't know. Television. Radio. The newspaper. The back pages of <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle8">Soldier of<BR>
Fortune.</SPAN>"<BR>
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Greggory wrote, on the little, spiral-bound notebook he had taken to carrying (for<BR>
the purpose of recording Eliphaz' spoken wisdoms in): <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle10">120 men for security.<BR>
Advertising.<BR>
</SPAN>
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<BR>
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"They'll need uniforms and guns," said Eliphaz, continuing on the subject of guards.<BR>
"Get us some really destructive guns. And ammunition: explosive, armor piercing,<BR>
glaziers, Teflon-coated, whatever."<BR>
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<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle10">Uniforms,</SPAN> Greggory wrote. <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle10">Big, nasty guns.<BR>
</SPAN>
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"We'll need to set up cameras and closed-circuit monitors. And every inch of this<BR>
courtyard and the surrounding land will have to be within range of a motion detector --<BR>
and maybe a thermal sensor too."<BR>
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Greggory wrote, <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle10">Security devices.<BR>
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"We'll put up an electric fence, inside the wall, and have the space between<BR>
constantly patrolled by guard dogs. Dogs are very sensitive to the supernatural, did<BR>
you know that, Greggory?"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"No, I can't say that I did." While he was writing, <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle10">Rottweillers.<BR>
</SPAN>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
Eliphaz read over his shoulder. "Pit bulls and Dobermans too. Excellent. Make<BR>
sure some of the men we hire for security have experience handling attack dogs." He<BR>
looked up, "Come this way. Out here."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle11">
So Greggory followed after him, out through the gate, so they could survey the lay<BR>
of the land around the castle. "On top of all the existing walls," Eliphaz said, "I'd like to<BR>
mount coils of barbed wire -- really dense coils. None of that wussy, thin, World War<BR>
II style stuff. I want it really packed in."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle11">
He watched Greggory write, <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle10">Barbed wire</SPAN>. "No, no, no," he said. He took the pen<BR>
from Greggory's hand, shaking his head with irritation. He scratched out Greggory's<BR>
'barbed wire,' and in its stead wrote, 'lots of barbed wire.' He handed the pen back to<BR>
Greggory.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
"And I want a mine field, fifty feet out from the house's perimeter. Mines of the<BR>
kind that can be activated and deactivated electronically by radio or remote. Then<BR>
there's the matter of what we need to do inside."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
Greggory was scribbling furiously.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
They turned back and went inside.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
Being a castle, most of the construction of the "home" was stone. There were,<BR>
however, still areas where improvement could be made.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle6">
"All the doors will need to be replaced by blast shields with a lead core, that can be<BR>
closed and locked by remote," he said as they entered the entry hall. "And here," he<BR>
pointed to the different far-reaching corners of the room. "Any darkness could well be<BR>
concealing death, Greggory. We need to get light in here. Bright light. Into every<BR>
crack and corner. Fluorescent lights. They produce magnetic fields, and that's good,<BR>
because magnetic fields have been shown to disrupt spiritual and psychic energies. Did<BR>
you know that?"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"No." Scribbling, scribbling.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
"A lot of these rafters and support timbers show signs of age and rot, Greggory.<BR>
The real estate agent said that the museum here was going to have to close down for<BR>
repairs soon in order to replace those. Make a note: steel girders."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"Our money is going to be running drastically thin with all this, Eliphaz."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle12">
"Well then, It's a good thing I just happen to know what all the brilliant business<BR>
minds down on Wall Street are thinking." His tone was full of stinging sarcasm. "Let's<BR>
not be too concerned with money here, Mr. Clefferts. One thing you've got to learn, if<BR>
you're going to live forever and all, is not to sweat the small stuff. Don't get so worried<BR>
about such trivial matters as money. Money is not an eternal concept. Someday<BR>
people will transcend money."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"Right," said Greggory. "Okay."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
"Next then," and Eliphaz led the way through the castle, outlining his plans for<BR>
remodeling and conversion as they went. Greggory's list of demands, supplies and<BR>
desires kept growing by leaps and bounds.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle13">
Once, when Greggory questioned whether or not it was really necessary to make a<BR>
section of the roof retractable and purchase jet packs, Eliphaz let him have it. "Last<BR>
time I checked, <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle8">I </SPAN>was the consulting specialist here. <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle8">You </SPAN>had left <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle8"> me </SPAN>in charge of<BR>
planning and outfitting. <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle8">You </SPAN>were an above average mortal who needed help in<BR>
preserving his cleverly extended life, and <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle8">I </SPAN>was the eternal mastermind that you had<BR>
sought help from. Let's not argue about this Greggory. I don't want to get mad, but I<BR>
will if you leave me no choice. Besides, jet packs are cool." It was obvious, from the<BR>
tirade, that Eliphaz was not used to having his authority challenged.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
So, acquiesced, Greggory nodded, and added 'jet packs' to his list, right<BR>
underneath 'nerve gas.'<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"In terms of transportation, we'll need three open-sided jeeps, one armored<BR>
limousine, and a helicopter. To fit for the helicopter I want a new roof access -- in fact,<BR>
make the roof accessible from that elevator we're going to add. And then we'll need a<BR>
helipad. And if we're going to control any amount of air traffic at all we should have<BR>
radar. Yes. Radar. Besides, you never know when radar will be handy.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"Read those last items back to me."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"Elevator access to roof. Helipad. Radar system."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"Excellent. You got the part about the jeeps and the limo, right?"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"Open-sided jeeps and an armor plated limousine. Yeah, I got 'em."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
"Okay then. That should be everything. Tomorrow, we start putting it all together.<BR>
In a week's worth of time we should be as ready as we're going to be."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"You expect to get all this done in a week?"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
"We've got to move fast, Mr. Clefferts. The Champions of Death are going to be<BR>
coming for you, and they won't waste any time. Being ready for them, just as little as a<BR>
minute in advance, could be the difference between your living and dying."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
"I'm having a bit of trouble with what good all these weapons are going to do. I<BR>
mean, we've got plastic explosives on this list. What good will plastic explosives do<BR>
against spirits?"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
"Anything which can cause them the slightest delay, or provide for us even the<BR>
smallest distraction, Mr. Clefferts. Every second could make a difference. And it is<BR>
your <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle8">life</SPAN> we're gambling with."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
* * *<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle14">
So the next day, they began. The construction crew arrived and began to gut the<BR>
building of its old wooden doors and supports, and started on bringing in the blast<BR>
shields and girders. The security specialists came and began work on the cameras,<BR>
detectors, sensors, lasers and thermographs. The arms dealer they'd met through an<BR>
advertisement in <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle8">Modern Times Mercenary</SPAN> brought in his truckload of guns and<BR>
explosives they had ordered. Eliphaz went downtown to a job service agency and<BR>
placed a notice that they were interested in hiring security guards. The lady who<BR>
entered the information on the company computer asked for details but Eliphaz<BR>
withheld them. He said, "You find people on your list who are interested in the job and<BR>
send them over. We have a very strict criteria these men have to meet, so we will be<BR>
conducting our own extensive interviews at our headquarters." The job-service<BR>
secretary further asked about pay-scale and benefits. Eliphaz said, "All medical and<BR>
cost-of-living expenses will be paid for, and in addition, twenty dollars an hour will be<BR>
earned. Those who qualify will, of course, be living on-site." Eliphaz and Greggory<BR>
both went to a place called 'Wellington's Guard Dog Academy' and bought two dozen<BR>
blood-thirsty brutes that had been trained to attack upon use of the word 'Ghandi.'<BR>
Greggory picked out a silver-blue haired Doberman as his personal companion. He<BR>
named him Coldlove, and bought him a spiked leather collar with a license-shaped<BR>
charm that had, 'If you can read this, you're lunch!' engraved on it.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
By the time they returned from Wellington's, the first of the interviewees from the<BR>
job-service company had already arrived and was waiting. Eliphaz conducted the<BR>
interview in a brusque, humorless manner.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
First question: "Are you afraid of dying?" Then: "Are you superstitious? Do you<BR>
believe in luck?<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"Do you believe in the incarnation of evil in physical form?<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"Have you ever killed anyone? If no, do you believe you are capable of the deed?<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"Have you ever served in the armed forces, or as a mercenary in a freelance army?<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
"Do you have any experience in unarmed combat? Firearms? Assault weapons?<BR>
Handling explosives?<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"Can you pilot a helicopter? Drive a heavy vehicle, such as a semi or bulldozer?<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"Have you ever worked with attack animals or had experience training them?"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle11">
Eliphaz found only eight, of the forty that originally applied that were suitable for<BR>
hiring. Of those, only six found it within themselves to stay and work for such an<BR>
obviously insane employer. So the next day, he placed help wanted ads, in three local<BR>
newspapers, on two billboards alongside busy highways, and on prime time television.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
The television spot went like this:<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle13">
A helicopter mounted camera makes a low pass over a walled in estate,<BR>
approaching a sinister, gray castle. The sound of its rotors and distant machine guns<BR>
firing do a smooth blend with a more constant, predictable sound: that of a snare drum,<BR>
pounding out a sadistically macho marching cadence. The camera zooms in on a figure<BR>
standing in the center of a colossal gateway, the teeth of a heavy portcullis serving as a<BR>
backdrop for him. It is Eliphaz, wearing a look of volcanic intensity on his face. The<BR>
camera continues to zoom in on him until the center of his expression, eyebrows to<BR>
lower lip, fills the entire screen.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle11">
He says, in a voice electronically modified to sound a hundred times bigger than his<BR>
usual tone, "Are you a live-for-the-moment, go-for-the-gusto, grab-the-bull-by-the-<BR>
horns, on-a-quest-for-danger, laugh-in-the-face-of-death, stare-down-the-hideous-<BR>
countenance-of-your-own-inevitable-demise type?<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
"Have you ever served in the armed forces or ever seriously contemplated<BR>
becoming a soldier for hire?<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle13">
"Do you thrive on conflict and confrontation? Does a personal death-wish drive<BR>
you to manic and violent celebrations of life? If you've answered yes to these<BR>
questions, you're the type of man we're looking for. We know you're a hard kind to<BR>
come by, and we know how to reward the kind of behavior that has made you such a<BR>
misfit among those persons of regular, pusillanimous, day-to-day society. Call this<BR>
number now," and a number flashes in bright yellow across Eliphaz' lips at the bottom<BR>
of the screen, "and set foot on the path of danger and defiance. Wimps need not<BR>
apply."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
* * *<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle6">
At a bar named Murray's, sitting at the table in the farthest corner, there was a<BR>
person, the perfect picture of androgyny -- the embodiment of Bob Seger's singing,<BR>
"The same old clichs, is that a woman or a man?" -- that suddenly sat up and took<BR>
notice when Eliphaz' commercial aired. The sudden movement, the chair legs moving<BR>
against the floor as they slid abruptly back from the table, caught the attention of the<BR>
men at the next table. They turned to face the person who stood, rigid, suddenly wide-<BR>
eyed and alert, looking at the TV screen bearing the face of Eliphaz Montrego.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
The androgynous one's lips quivered, very slightly, as he watched and listened to<BR>
Eliphaz' message. His bald head shone like a glass dome in the flickering blue-silver<BR>
light of the TV.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
One of the four men noticing this said, "Goddamn. Look at that faggoty freak. He<BR>
ain't even got eyelashes or eyebrows. And lookit. His lips are so red, he must have<BR>
lipstick on. Goddamn."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
Another at the table said, "He's probably waitin to meet his loverman here."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
Chewing on an unlit cigar, just to relish the bitter-strong taste of it, the third of the<BR>
four said, "Make's me sick just ta look at him."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
Eliphaz' commercial ended. A preview for an up-coming miniseries took the place<BR>
of his face on the screen.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
The androgynous one said, "That traitorous bastard!" Even his voice was gender-<BR>
blurred. He grabbed up his hat from where it had been sitting on the table next to him<BR>
and smashed it down hard, on the crown of his head.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle12">
"What did you say to me?" Leroy was the fourth of the four men. He had been<BR>
sitting there, quietly biding his time, just waiting for something to take offense at. It was<BR>
obvious that the comment just uttered had nothing to do with him, but still, it was the<BR>
perfect excuse. It had been a long time since he'd last beat the crap out of a fag. He<BR>
stood up and thrust his barrel-like chest out, wanting to make damn-well sure that the<BR>
limp-wrist at the next table new exactly how much man he was dealing with.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
"I wasn't talking to you," Androgynous said. With his hat on, shadows from the<BR>
brim clouded most of his face. All that could be seen of him were his thin, high-boned<BR>
cheeks, and full, red lips.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
"I heard what you called me." Leroy's hands, at his sides, were clenched into fists.<BR>
They were big fists, the size of bricks; meaty and callused.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
The bartender shouted, "Take that stuff outside, Leroy! I don't want you breakin<BR>
up the place!"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
"Happy to oblige," said Leroy. He grabbed Androgynous by the collar of his<BR>
black, trench-length coat and dragged him towards the door.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"I don't want any trouble," said Androgynous. "I've got no fight with you."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"Always so concerned with what you want. I want this, I want that. Did you ever<BR>
stop to consider me?" Leroy kicked open the bar-door and pushed his soon-to-be-<BR>
victim through it. It was raining outside. Raining hard. The rain was bouncing back up<BR>
a good foot after it hit the sidewalk. Androgynous slipped on the water-slick cement<BR>
and fell to his knees.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
Leroy rolled up the sleeves of his plaid, flannel work-shirt. "This here, is a message<BR>
from me to you and all your butt-humping friends," he said. Then he stepped up to the<BR>
plate and got ready to swing.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
But before he threw even one punch, Androgynous looked up at him, straight in the<BR>
eye, level and unflinching -- and the sickly, neon pink of a bar-light was illuminating his<BR>
face just then -- and Leroy froze. His will to fight suddenly left him.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
Androgynous got to his feet, all the while his eyes on Leroy's; never wavering,<BR>
unblinking. "Didn't you say you had something to tell me?" Androgynous asked.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle11">
Leroy said, "Damn straight," but still, he made no move. His seeming inability to<BR>
pull his gaze away from Androgynous was just now beginning to worry him. That and<BR>
the fact of his body's immobility. In his mind's eye he was already thrashing the hell out<BR>
of gay-fag-boy, but his arms and fists hadn't reacted to any of his desires yet.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"I expect you were about to apologize, correct?"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle11">
"Not even." Leroy's voice, at least, had retained some of the force and<BR>
determination his body had so mysteriously lost. He still <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle8">sounded</SPAN> violent. He struggled<BR>
to cock his fist. He did manage a flicker of movement... but only a flicker. His fist<BR>
seemed a good fifty to hundred times heavier than normal.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"Well it must be a marriage proposal then."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
A look of anger mixed with terror came to settle on Leroy's face.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
"I accept," said Androgynous. He stroked Leroy's cheek with the smooth, soft<BR>
back of his left hand. Leroy's eyes got big -- they bulged from their sockets. They<BR>
looked like Ping-Pong balls.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle11">
Androgynous put his lips onto Leroy's, caressed Leroy's mouth with his tongue.<BR>
And Leroy began to scream, and Androgynous began to inhale, fast and hard. For<BR>
Leroy, it was like kissing a Dustbuster. His scream left him, like a speech balloon<BR>
sucked back into the cartoonist's inkwell.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle13">
He felt his joints begin to stiffen. He felt his bones going dry. His eyes lost their<BR>
focus, as, all over, his body began to lose its muscle tone, and his skin, sapped of its<BR>
resiliency, began to sag and wrinkle. Leroy's heart shivered; his liver started to fail. In<BR>
his mouth, gum began to peel away from tooth, and in his chest, his lungs withered, air<BR>
sacs suddenly shriveling, like grapes turning to raisins. His bladder rebelled against him<BR>
then, and just slightly-used beer leaked out of him, wetting the front of his now loose-<BR>
fitting jeans. Everything got suddenly quiet when his eardrums dried up and quit<BR>
responding to incoming vibrations.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
Finally, Androgynous broke away, letting Leroy free of his deadly embrace.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
From Leroy's point of view, Androgynous seemed inexplicably taller.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"Take car of yourself, old-timer."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
"What?" When he spoke, Leroy felt several somethings fall out of his mouth.<BR>
When he looked down he saw they were teeth. The rain washed the teeth away, along<BR>
with a good quantity of hair, long and gray.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"Get back inside before you catch your death of pneumonia."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
Then Androgynous turned and walked away.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
Leaving Leroy to stand in the rain, crying for the memory of his quick-gone youth.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle15">
<BR>
</DIV>
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The Widows Severe (IV)<BR>
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I drove the rest of the way into town as though in a trance. No one tried to stop<BR>
me. I even passed directly by two police cars in the opposite-lane traffic. I expected<BR>
them to do quick U-turns and flash their lights and give chase, but they didn't. Maybe<BR>
they didn't see me. Maybe higher forces were at work, speeding me to my destination.<BR>
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I got to the hotel where I'd put up Cassie without any mishap at all. I parked on<BR>
the third level of the hotel's parking ramp and crossed into the hotel itself through a<BR>
connecting skyway.<BR>
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I made my way down the third floor hall to the elevator lobby, and even got so far<BR>
as to push the 'up' button to summon one, but when the bell chimed and the doors<BR>
opened I had a lucid vision of my dying in that elevator car: the cable snapping, and the<BR>
brakes slipping, and finally, the floor smashing upwards, compacting my body at the<BR>
joints and shattering my back, scattering my vertebrae like new-fangled packing<BR>
peanuts.<BR>
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I took the stairs instead. The pain in my legs forced me to stop and rest several<BR>
times. On the landing before my floor I took even more time. I tried to mentally<BR>
prepare myself for what lay ahead, but I realized I had no idea what to expect. Several<BR>
minutes after I had caught my breath and the pain in my legs had subsided as much as I<BR>
had reason to believe it would, I was still there, sitting on the steps, mind unfocused and<BR>
bleary, thinking of nothing in particular. I realized I was taking refuge in inactivity,<BR>
letting myself become numb and sluggish. Just postponing the inevitable. I forced<BR>
myself to think of Cassie.<BR>
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Did I really think I could have her? Did I really believe she could love me the way I<BR>
thought she had? Yes, I did. My love was blind. I told myself, with a calm, rational<BR>
part of my brain, that she was a consenting apprentice to her mothers' plans for her. I<BR>
told myself that she was calculating, deliberately evil and that everything I'd ever thought<BR>
I'd had with her had all just been part of a charade. But I wasn't really listening. My<BR>
emotions counter-argued with a list of all the times Cassie and I had made love, and all<BR>
the times I had held her close. I remembered all the times I'd bared my soul to her, all<BR>
the times we had shared our hopes and dreams. I found myself pondering over times<BR>
I'd been sick and how patiently and lovingly she'd taken care of me. Everyone in my<BR>
family loved Cassie. She was so open and unpretentious and chaste and easy to love.<BR>
Surely all of that couldn't just be part of an act. That intellectual part of me kept<BR>
insisting it was indeed so, but I wouldn't listen -- couldn't listen. Cassie was my lover,<BR>
my friend, my life, and if there was any chance at all, no matter how slim, that I could<BR>
have her back, and have things back the way I'd always thought they had been, I was<BR>
going to take it, and yes, it was worth risking my life.<BR>
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With that I stood up. The beginnings of tears were welling up in my eyes. I grimly<BR>
blotted them away with the backs of my hands. I marched up the last twelve steps and<BR>
pushed open the stairwell door and strode purposefully down the hall. I blocked<BR>
uncertainty out. I focused singularly on my purpose, and would let no other thought<BR>
linger.<BR>
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I reached the room door and stared down the brass numbers as though they were<BR>
an adversary. I pulled the room door-key out of my pocket, turned back the lock, and<BR>
slammed the door open by striking it with both hands. The door swung back, hit a<BR>
spring-style stopper and shuddered.<BR>
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Whatever I had expected, whatever I had anticipated... every horror that my<BR>
imagination had concocted... nothing had come even close.<BR>
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The room was dim, lit by candles, five of them. They were set, one on each night<BR>
stand, two on the dresser the TV was set up on, and one on the headboard of the bed.<BR>
There was a connecting string that wrapped around each candle and connected all of<BR>
them to each other, the significance of which, at that time, escaped me. Cassie was<BR>
there, naked, on her knees, on the bed. Her hands were bound with the same twine-<BR>
like string that connected the candles, and they were raised above her head and tied to<BR>
the ceiling fan which hung, direct-center above the bed. On Cassie's face and arms and<BR>
breasts there were dark designs which dripped like wet graffiti on the rest of her body.<BR>
Her lips and chin were quivering, and I could see light, reflected from the candles, in the<BR>
wetness on her cheeks.<BR>
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"Oh my God," I whispered. I stepped into the room and shut the door behind me.<BR>
I knew Sophia was not there. I don't know how I knew for sure, but I did.<BR>
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Cassie either did not notice me or deliberately ignored me. I watched a single tear<BR>
roll down her cheek and fall to the bed-sheets where it was lost among splatters of red.<BR>
Sophia had cut her, the symbols on Cassie's body were made with cut lines. I guess I<BR>
had known from when I had first seen them, but denied that something so cruel could<BR>
be allowed to happen.<BR>
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"Oh my God," I said again. I tried to go to her but was stopped by the line of string<BR>
between two candles. Some sinister force had been summoned and positioned around<BR>
my Cassie. It was then that I realized that the placement of the candles and string<BR>
formed a pentagram. I searched the air around the line for some softness or weakness<BR>
but the field's strength was constant and complete. I was held at bay by it, still a good<BR>
ten feet from her.<BR>
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"Cassie, what did she do to you?"<BR>
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Cassie would not speak. She continued to quietly shiver.<BR>
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I wanted to hold her, to comfort her, so much so, that I felt physical pain from the<BR>
thought of my impotence. My whole world was being engulfed by helpless, undirected<BR>
rage. I yelled out and beat my fists against the unseen wall. There was nothing else to<BR>
do.<BR>
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Cassie raised her head slightly, looked in my direction. At first I thought the blood<BR>
around her mouth was simply dripping from the tattoo of lines cut into her forehead.<BR>
But it was nothing so kind as that. Her lips parted and there was a filmy, red bubble<BR>
stretched between them. I was suddenly screaming again. And Cassie was screaming<BR>
too, a pitiful shapeless noise, and with the sound of her anguish, drooled runnels of<BR>
crimson saliva came forth too. My restless hands actually tore hair from my own head.<BR>
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A horrible pun came to me: <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle10">The cat's got her tongue.<BR>
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I fell to my knees. I was overdosing on horror. I was going to kill myself. A<BR>
remnant of the Catholic child still left in me reminded me of the special damnation<BR>
reserved for suicides, but I knew that whatever torment the devil could think of, nothing<BR>
could compare with this.<BR>
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There was a sound like a civil defense siren, wailing in my head, and everywhere I<BR>
was violently shaking. I felt like I was having a seizure. I kept wondering, <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle10">How am I<BR>
living through this?<BR>
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I don't know how long I was there, on my knees, staring at the texture of the<BR>
carpeting. I think it must've been a long time indeed, because the next time I looked up<BR>
I saw in the glowing read-out of the clock on the night-table that it was a quarter past<BR>
midnight. It had still been daylight when I'd arrived at the hotel: late afternoon. I'd<BR>
probably blacked out once or twice.<BR>
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I dared to look at Cassie.<BR>
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Her whole body was bowed, but still held semi-upright by the tie that bound her to<BR>
the fan. I could see her eyelashes flickering from my angle of observation so I knew<BR>
she was still alive. Alive and awake.<BR>
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I got to my feet. My body was stiff and aching. I wiped at my face with the heels<BR>
of both hands. Snot and tears were dry on my cheeks and lips.. My hands were<BR>
swollen from my futile beating against the barrier around Cassie.<BR>
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I didn't know what I was going to say until I said it.<BR>
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"Where is she?"<BR>
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Cassie lifted her head.<BR>
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"Where is she? Where did she go?"<BR>
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She looked at me. Her eyes were a sad, dead stare.<BR>
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"I know she left you alive so you could tell me where to find her. So tell me."<BR>
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Cassie's lips moved. She hummed.<BR>
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"What?"<BR>
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She did it again, a little louder this time. It sounded like a word. "Home."<BR>
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"Home?" I said.<BR>
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Cassie nodded. Her movement was tired, drained. Her pain must have been<BR>
something too intense to imagine.<BR>
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"She went home? Is that where you lived before we got married?"<BR>
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Another feeble nod.<BR>
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I wanted to stay there. Be with her. Do whatever I could. But I knew there was<BR>
nothing I could do.<BR>
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"I have to go then."<BR>
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There was no response.<BR>
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"I have to finish this. For better or worse, I need to go. I need to confront her.<BR>
This is going to end. Now."<BR>
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And I turned to leave.<BR>
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But before I left, there were three words left to say: "I love you."<BR>
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The old Severe House is not what you would think. No matter what image of<BR>
witch you could suppose to believe in, none of them would reside in the bland, traitless<BR>
building that was the Severe House. How subtle evil can be is something most people<BR>
can, and will, never realize.<BR>
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It is a small house, on a small plot of land. A white house with stone-blue trim<BR>
around the eaves and windows. It has a short gravel driveway and a white picket<BR>
fence. It is unassuming and inconspicuous in every way. There are neighboring houses<BR>
on both sides of it. One of the neighbor's houses has a rusty swing set in the front yard.<BR>
I remember the kids that used to be playing on it when I'd swing by to pick up Cassie<BR>
for a dinner date. None of those kids ever thought anything strange about the house<BR>
next door. They used to climb the fence to retrieve stray frisbees and baseballs all the<BR>
time. No kid would be that casual knowing he was standing in the front yard of a<BR>
witch-house.<BR>
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I guess what I'm trying to say is that there just hadn't been any clues. There was<BR>
nothing unusual about Cassie or her home, or her stories about her family. There just<BR>
hadn't been a signal. No warning. Nothing but that old man at my wedding party. If I<BR>
had stayed to listen to him longer, would he have told me that Cassie was from a family<BR>
of witches? Would I have believed him? It was pointless to speculate.<BR>
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I pulled the Mercedes over to the side of the road five houses down from Cassie's<BR>
old home. For the first time, since leaving the smoking hulk of my home yesterday<BR>
afternoon, I felt concern for my not having a set plan of action. What was I going to<BR>
do? Walk up to her and punch her in the nose? I had to have something to go on.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle8">
So I sat there, behind the wheel, holding onto it with both hands, white-knuckle<BR>
rigid. I said, "Dammit," out loud, but softly. I sat and thought.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
My confrontations with Elizabeth and Marrianna did nothing to bolster my hopes.<BR>
True, I had lived through both encounters, but only barely, and meantime, they had<BR>
displayed powerful, supernatural abilities. My plight was like something from<BR>
mythology.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
What had all those old heroes had anyway? Nothing but faith and hope and love<BR>
and goodness. Nothing but the human condition. But it had always been enough. Was<BR>
it enough for me? I remembered from a version of the ballad of Beowulf, a description<BR>
of the hero, Beowulf, having been the embodiment of light and having blood, like<BR>
honey, flowing in his veins. I had nothing so bold and pure to rely on. Was it enough<BR>
that I was a man, created in God's image, and fighting for the right to keep my love<BR>
alive? Would that be enough to face Sophia down with? I regretted that I had not<BR>
brought along the hotel room Bible, but it was too late to go back for it now.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
I cast my eyes up to the star-strewn sky and said, "Let Your will be done. Amen."<BR>
Short and sweet, it was the prayer of a man who had let his faith slip away from him ten<BR>
years previous.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
I happened to remember my package from the hardware store. It was still in the<BR>
back seat. I leaned back to retrieve it. Two emergency flares, a flashlight and a pipe<BR>
wrench. I stuffed them into the pockets of my coat. You never know. Then I got out<BR>
of the car.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
Next to me, near where I had parked, there were three garbage cans. Tomorrow<BR>
was trash day. For a reason I will never know, I walked over to those cans and pulled<BR>
the lid off of the one in the middle. Maybe I was thinking of equipping myself with a<BR>
shield. Whatever the reason, I did it.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
I don't know that I can write off the content of that can to mere coincidence, but<BR>
I'm not saying it was more than that either. In fact, I'm not sure of the thoughts that<BR>
compelled me to pick it up -- it was certainly no guiding intuition of mine that made me<BR>
think it might come in useful. Yet there I was, rummaging through rubbish to acquire it.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle8">
It was a book. A ragged, dog-eared, paperback copy of <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle10">The Wonderful Wizard<BR>
of Oz.</SPAN> I stuffed it into the inside breast pocket of my suit coat.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle8">
And thusly equipped, I set off for the Severe House, and my dread meeting with<BR>
Sophia.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle8">
When I got there, I saw the fence-gate was open and swaying in a passing wind.<BR>
The gentle back and forth motion was like a beckoning: come in, come in. So I did.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle8">
Across the yard and to the front doorstep I went. The door behind the front screen<BR>
was open. The house was somehow beckoning too: come in, come in. So I did.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle8">
The inside of the house was black, there was nothing to see, but there was<BR>
something to smell, a foul rancid, stench like burnt hair.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle14">
Now I knew the house. I remembered the outlay of its rooms from the days when<BR>
I'd come here to see Cassie. The first time I'd stepped inside this house I'd been just<BR>
twenty, and Cassie was nineteen. She was one of the secretaries an the student<BR>
services building at the college I'd attended. My first meeting with her was when I went<BR>
there to resolve a conflict with my class schedule. There was no one free to help me,<BR>
by way of counselor or administrator, so she asked me if there was anything maybe she<BR>
could do. Well, there wasn't, but she was a pretty face and a patient listener, and I was<BR>
frustrated and needing to talk to someone, so I wound up talking to her anyway. My<BR>
first impression of her was more of a professional evaluation than anything else: I<BR>
remember thinking, <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle10">She seems unqualified, but determined. She wants to help but<BR>
doesn't know how. How sweet.</SPAN> From that first encounter came plans for our first<BR>
date. After our second date I wound up committed to helping her paint her living room,<BR>
and that was my first time in the Severe House. When we were done painting that day,<BR>
and I was at the front door, ready to leave, just putting on my coat, Cassie leaned in on<BR>
me and planted a quick peck on my left cheek, back by my ear. Our first kiss. She<BR>
said, "Thanks for helping," and all the while I looked at her, she was blushing furiously,<BR>
and it was so damn cute I never even looked at another girl past that moment. Her<BR>
innocence, that's what got me. I went for it and swallowed it down and it turned out to<BR>
be just a cheap, plastic simulation of the real thing; just a lure from Sophia's evil tackle-<BR>
box.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle15">
I reached out for the light switch on the wall. I knew where it was and found it<BR>
immediately. I didn't expect it to light though, so I wasn't at all surprised when it didn't.<BR>
I <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle10">was</SPAN> surprised that the flashlight I'd just purchased didn't work, but I guess nothing<BR>
comes with batteries anymore. I stuffed the flashlight into one of my jacket pockets<BR>
and took out a flare. When I tore the cap off, it coughed and then hissed, illuminating<BR>
the house with a sickly, pink-white light that will, for some reason, always remind me of<BR>
ulcers. Of course the Severe House was nothing but bare walls and floors, all of its<BR>
furnishings had gone with Cassie and me to our first apartment. Technically, Cassie still<BR>
owned the place. I'd suggested we sell it once, but Cassie's reaction to that had been<BR>
enough to convince me that mentioning it once was enough. She'd alternately stormed<BR>
and sulked for two weeks afterward. I actually seriously wondered if she'd ask me for<BR>
a divorce.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
I was expecting to find Sophia in the cellar. I don't know why, that's just what I<BR>
was expecting. Where else would evil go to wait? I knew the entry to the cellar was<BR>
back behind the kitchen, at the rear of the house. Given the circumstances: what I had<BR>
so far done, and seen, I can look back and really almost laugh about how I jumped and<BR>
cried out when I found Sophia waiting for me in the kitchen.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
She was sitting on the floor with her legs crossed and her arms bent so her palms<BR>
were facing upward. Her eyes were closed. Behind her, in the kitchen sink, a burnt<BR>
pile, still glowing red at the edges was smoking, and at the ceiling above the sink, there<BR>
was a body of smoke, so thick and black it very nearly oozed unnatural fear.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
"You are quite the man," said Sophia. Her voice was disturbingly seductive<BR>
sounding. "I never saw the potential for this in you. I thought you were nothing but a<BR>
great heap of jelly: sweet with your words and charms, but lacking a spine. My own<BR>
husband was like that. I was looking for the same qualities in men for my daughters to<BR>
marry. I must say, you surprise me."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
I didn't know what to say. Thanks, it feels good to know I've earned your respect,<BR>
just didn't seem appropriate. And without words it seemed I had nothing. I just stood<BR>
there.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
"Yes, you have set me a good many steps back. Killing Elizabeth and Marrianna,<BR>
and even turning Cassie from her destined path (my heart thrilled a little with her<BR>
speaking of those words). You have even managed to shake my own faith (how<BR>
ironic)." She opened her eyes then, fixing me with a stare of Arctic intensity. "You're<BR>
going to have to pay for all of that."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
She waved her arms suddenly, and finished off a series of fluid gestures by pointing<BR>
one of her crooked, evil fingers at me. And it came. The demon-smoke, a roiling<BR>
black cloud. It crossed the room quickly, as though propelled by a strong wind, and I<BR>
had no time to react before it was on me. I took several stumbling steps backward,<BR>
afraid. I could see it, like blindness, and smell it, and it was even close enough to taste,<BR>
and all my senses were telling me the same thing: that it was the animate form of ashes<BR>
and suffering and spent life. It was like an acid in my eyes, and burns in my nostrils and<BR>
blisters on my throat.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"Breathe," I heard Sophia saying from the other side of the blackness. "Breathe in<BR>
and fill your lungs with death." Her voice had lost its seductive qualities, now it was<BR>
cracking, like a reservoir dam, and revenge was trickling out.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
I kept backing away. I knew the cellar door was somewhere behind me, but I<BR>
didn't know it was open. I took another blind step back and fell out of the cloud of<BR>
smoke and into empty space.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
On my way down the rickety wooden steps to the basement I lost several items of<BR>
my personal inventory: my right shoe came off on a splintered stair, the left sleeve of my<BR>
suit-coat tore off on a jutting nail in the banister, I dropped my flare. The flashlight,<BR>
useless as it was, rolled out of my pocket and when I hit bottom, the pipe wrench fell<BR>
from my other pocket.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
Looking back, I wish I could take credit for having planned all of that -- well<BR>
maybe not all of it. Just the part about going downstairs and leaving my flashlight on the<BR>
second step down from the kitchen. If I had actually planned that, my head probably<BR>
would've burst from swelling with masculine cleverness.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
Somewhere in the world, at the time I was not sure where, something went splash,<BR>
and I remember thinking: <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle10">Man, this house always did have great tap water.</SPAN> Or<BR>
maybe that's just what I want to remember thinking.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle8">
I sat up, supporting myself on my elbows. The floor beneath me made uneasy<BR>
creaking sounds.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
Under the stairs, where it had eventually somehow come to be, my flare was still<BR>
burning, so there was light enough to see the demon-smoke was floating down the<BR>
stairs after me. There was also, but just barely, enough light to make out the shape of<BR>
Sophia at the top of the stairs, eager to witness the spectacle of my death.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
Well, I wish I could say I did something heroic and awe-inspiring, but I didn't. I<BR>
was no Hollywood-action man. I was just sitting there, holding my breath against the<BR>
smoke and hoping it would go away.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle16">
I like to think that I had managed to bend the course of fate just enough though.<BR>
Just enough to redirect it towards a favorable outcome for me. I mean, I started out<BR>
with a plan, I lied and snuck around and stockpiled my weapons -- including the<BR>
flashlight that wound up saving my life -- and I did, directly, with my own hands, kill<BR>
one witch. And it was me who pursued the conflict to the end. I could've stepped out<BR>
and called it quits anywhere along the line, but I didn't. I followed through, dammit!<BR>
Even in the very end, maybe I had more control than people will credit me with. I did<BR>
have the book in my pocket after all, and I did know the Severe House, and I did<BR>
know there was a covered well in the basement, and I did know the story about<BR>
witches all being descendants of Lot's wife. So maybe, somewhere on a deep<BR>
subconscious level, it <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle10">was</SPAN> all part of my plan.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
Maybe I did know Sophia would come downstairs. She would want to be there,<BR>
before my eyes, reveling in her triumph in my last moments of life, right? And with the<BR>
flare-light coming up from underneath the stairs, well, there was no way she could've<BR>
seen that flashlight, right? So when she fell down the stairs after me, it was, quite likely,<BR>
all according to plan. And when she landed on top of me, well obviously I was still<BR>
there, knowing full well that the old, rotting boards that covered the well couldn't<BR>
possibly sustain the weight of the both of us. So when we both fell into the well, that<BR>
was part of the plan too, right?<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
I'm not sure I believe it either.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
But that <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle10">is</SPAN> what happened.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
Sophia came down the steps, slipped on the flashlight, came crashing down on me,<BR>
and proved to be too much mass for the old well cover, which I was already lying on,<BR>
to hold.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle8">
And when we hit the water, Sophia went from human form to a sizzling slab of<BR>
bacon fat in less than a second. Blink of an eye. She didn't even have time to scream.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle16">
Up until that point I obviously can't claim to have consciously remembered the old<BR>
folk tale about Lot's wife being the mother of all witches. But it <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle10">was </SPAN>the first thing I<BR>
thought of when I saw what had happened to Sophia. There were, after all, two<BR>
methods of disposing of witches back in 'Salem. Fire and Water. But even back then,<BR>
the reasoning behind drowning a witch was already forgotten. American History taught<BR>
us that the people of 'Salem believed a witch would somehow float, in defiance of the<BR>
dunking chair, thereby revealing her servitude to the dark master, but the practice of<BR>
dunking witches far predates the days of 'Salem. And it is because of this -- witches,<BR>
descended from the wife of Lot, who turned into a pillar of salt when she looked back,<BR>
are made of salt. And salt dissolves in water. That's why the Wicked Witch of the<BR>
West melted. Old L. Frank Baum knew that.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle17">
So I was there, treading water in the dark, feeling like the right hand of God,<BR>
alternately laughing and weeping. The thought of its all being over, the thought of my<BR>
victory against such powerful opposition, was what made me laugh. I was filled up with<BR>
pure joy. On the other hand, the thought that I would eventually succumb to<BR>
hypothermia or fatigue, and drown in that dark, dismal, water-filled hole, was what<BR>
kept bringing tears to my eyes. More than half the thrill of winning is being able to<BR>
celebrate afterwards.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
Of course you all know I didn't die. Few stories told from a first person point of<BR>
view end with the death of the narrator. The main problem being that its hard to justify<BR>
the story's existence in the first place when that happens. I mean, if the narrator is dead<BR>
at the end, who the hell is <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle10">really</SPAN> telling you the story?<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
Well, it turned out I got pulled out of the well by two policemen who had been sent<BR>
out to investigate an anonymous caller's notion that somebody was in trouble at that<BR>
address. I'd only been down there ten or fifteen minutes.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
The first question they asked when they brought me up was, "Do you know<BR>
anything about the abandoned Mercedes down the block?" I'm not kidding. I laughed<BR>
until I threw up.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle0">
*<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle11">*</SPAN><SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle12">*</SPAN><BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
I had time to write all of this down that first day in jail. There was nothing else to<BR>
do, and besides, I wanted to get everything right, put it all down, while it was still fresh<BR>
in my memory. I have a feeling this might be the kind of experience that a mind tries<BR>
desperately to forget about later in life. I think I want to remember it though. At least<BR>
for now.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
With my only phone call, I called my parent's house. I told mother to just shut up<BR>
and listen. "I'm in jail," I said. "Down at the county courthouse. Cassie is down at the<BR>
Carlton Towers hotel, downtown. She's in room eleven-thirteen. She's in trouble. Go<BR>
to her first. Tell her I love her. I'll explain everything later." Then I hung up.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
Cassie was admitted to the hospital later that day, taken there by my mother, who,<BR>
bless her heart, didn't ask me about anything when she came to see me afterwards.<BR>
She knew I would talk when I was ready. She brought a note from Cassie with her.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle8">
It said: I hope we can start over. Cassie. The writing was shaky and weak looking.<BR>
Her name was signed with a heart dotting the 'I'.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle8">
I cried when I read it. Just like a sweet, spineless lump of jelly. My mother waited<BR>
for my tears to pass in silence.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
Now I have more difficult stories to tell.<BR>
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WRATH * I * WRATH<BR>
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The Man<BR>
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The man with the black cloak and the hood that hid his face, and the sleek black<BR>
gloves that hid his hands had a briefcase full of money. And that was as much as<BR>
Chancey needed to know.<BR>
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<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle4">
The black-green bundles, twenties wrapped up in red $1000 bands, seemed to<BR>
dance before his greed-quivering eyes.<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
Chancey had asked him, "Who are you?"<BR>
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And the man had showed him the money in response.<BR>
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So Chancey smiled a slick, conspiratorial smile over the top of his eager, rubbing<BR>
hands. "You know what?" he said. "You're right. I don't need to know. Hell. For<BR>
that much money, you can tell me to fly blindfolded." He laughed.<BR>
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But the man failed to achieve empathy with Chancey's attempt at wit.<BR>
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The man said, "That would be foolish."<BR>
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Then there was a long, awkward pause. It made Chancey feel nervous. And<BR>
every time he looked up from the money, there was just that darkness where a face<BR>
was hidden; and a foreshadowing of something monstrous. Chancey cleared his throat<BR>
and turned away. He reached one hand into the inside pocket of his brown leather<BR>
bomber jacket and withdrew a lighter and a pack of Camels. He said, "So. Just tell<BR>
me where you want to go, and we'll set up an appointment."<BR>
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"I want to go here," said the man.<BR>
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Expecting the man to be pointing or gesturing in some way, Chancey turned back<BR>
to face him. His cigarette, still unlit, dangled loose, bobbing on his lower lip. The man<BR>
was holding a scrap of paper with coordinates noted on it. Chancey had to get close<BR>
and squint before he could read them. Nearer the man, he could smell a clean, new,<BR>
rather antiseptic scent: like newly extruded plastic and a hospital operating room.<BR>
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"I'm not sure I'm familiar with that area," Chancey said, trying to visualize the<BR>
intersecting lines on a map grid. "Isn't that just ocean?"<BR>
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"It is," affirmed the man.<BR>
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"Well. I guess it's your dollar. When did you want to go?"<BR>
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"I want to go now."<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"We can't go now. I've got things to do. I need to fuel up. I've --"<BR>
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"I will give you another thousand if we go now."<BR>
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Chancey shrugged. "Okay," he said. He paused to light his cigarette; inhale and<BR>
exhale, blowing smoke in a ring. "I guess we go now."<BR>
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* * *<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
It took an hour and a half to get to the vicinity of the map coordinates the stranger<BR>
had given him. And the whole time the stranger was silent. Not one spoken word. It<BR>
would've been difficult to talk anyway, making himself heard above the throbbing of the<BR>
rotors, but not impossible. And Chancey had never had a passenger that quiet. He<BR>
tried to ask him questions, once, twice, but each time got nothing in response but the<BR>
black void beneath the hood turned in his direction. It was unnerving. There was<BR>
something unnatural about the shape of the man's face, but it was just a vague<BR>
uncertainty in the shadow of the hood -- and his eyes were totally hidden.<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"This is it," said Chancey.<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"Are you sure?"<BR>
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"S'what the GPS says."<BR>
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Then the man became suddenly very preoccupied with scanning the surface of the<BR>
ocean; craning his neck and looking far out and down along the side of the cockpit.<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"You mind me asking what it is you're looking for?"<BR>
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No answer.<BR>
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"A boat maybe? An island?"<BR>
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"There," the stranger said suddenly, pointing.<BR>
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Chancey followed the direction of his finger, down, down, to a smallish looking<BR>
rectangle, black against a brilliant backdrop of reflected sunlight.<BR>
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"What is that?" he asked.<BR>
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"Take us down."<BR>
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"How low?"<BR>
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"Land. Right by it."<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"What? Land? What is that thing?"<BR>
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"Just a man's home."<BR>
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"What the hell. You mean somebody lives there?"<BR>
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The hood nodded.<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"What kind of lunatic?... Who?... Who are you meeting up with out here?"<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"Eliphaz Montrego."<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"Who?"<BR>
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* * *<BR>
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<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle6">
Eliphaz Montrego was a man who was many different things to many different<BR>
people. Some considered him dangerous, some considered him godless, some<BR>
considered him godlike. And while these people of different opinion disagreed about<BR>
many facets of his personality, there was one thing they could all agree on: he was<BR>
insane.<BR>
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<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle6">
Eliphaz Montrego was, in fact, considered to be the most insane man to ever<BR>
inhabit the planet. All over the world, Japan, France, Germany, Canada, America,<BR>
Russia, China, the insanity of Eliphaz Montrego was known, and it was more than the<BR>
scientists, philosophers and psychiatrists of just one of those nations that claimed him to<BR>
be the most disturbed man in the history of the world -- near all of them did.<BR>
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<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle8">
Eliphaz lived on a small man-made island, a platform which, with its foundation of<BR>
pontoons, rode the waves above its anchoring point about four hundred fifty miles north<BR>
of the Hawaiian Islands. On this floating platform there was built a house of sorts; a<BR>
hundred feet on a side, with walls made of super-strong, lightweight materials as the<BR>
kind used in the construction of wide-body jet planes -- a strong, stable, storm-<BR>
withstanding house. Inside the house, Eliphaz had all the technologies and luxuries of<BR>
modern day life. Name an item known by a three initial designation: DAT, VCR, DSS,<BR>
DVD... he had them all. Wide screen, high definition TV's and satellite phones, mega-<BR>
megaherzt prototype computers... spa, jacuzzi, water-bed, sensory deprivation and<BR>
meditation module. A portion of the house was a greenhouse in which only the most<BR>
exotic of rain forest plants and animals were kept and maintained. He had it all, the<BR>
cake, and most of the frosting, of material wealth and possessions. The one thing<BR>
Eliphaz did not have was companionship. No one shared occupancy of his dwelling<BR>
with him, and no one ever came to visit, but that was good, because Eliphaz didn't want<BR>
anyone to distract him from his thinking. Which is what Eliphaz' primary pursuit was in<BR>
life: thinking. It was really the only thing he did.<BR>
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He thought.<BR>
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And thought.<BR>
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And thought.<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
Days, weeks, months, would pass in which Eliphaz would do nothing but think<BR>
uninterruptedly. All the appliances and gadgets, and the furniture, and yes, even<BR>
Eliphaz, would sit, still and unused, and gathering dust while he sat and thought.<BR>
Eliphaz, you see, had no need for food, or water, or sleep, or his body for that matter.<BR>
Such things as hunger and thirst and fatigue were concerns of the flesh, and they no<BR>
longer held power over Eliphaz because he had elevated beyond the realm of the<BR>
fleshly. Now he was a creature of pure mind -- thoughts and energy.<BR>
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<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle6">
Eliphaz had tried to tell other people about his evolved nature and how he had<BR>
attained it, but no one ever listened. He'd tried to tell about how when he shut his eyes<BR>
and screened out the perceptions of all manner of other stimulus he could hear other<BR>
people as they thought, and dreamed and pondered -- and how it wasn't just one<BR>
person whose mind he heard, it was everyone's.<BR>
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<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle10">
Five billion minds, all of them responding to a million sensations every second of<BR>
every day, and he could hear them, all of them, like a roaring sea of whispers that only<BR>
his ears could detect. And if he really focused; if he narrowed his concentration, like<BR>
aiming sunlight through a magnifying glass, he could close out all but one mind, and<BR>
entering that one, he could work anything he desired upon the owner. He could give<BR>
them visions, plant suggestions, openly communicate mind to mind, totally dominate<BR>
them; force his will into their conscious, or, if all else seemed trivial, he could kill them<BR>
by manipulating that portion of brain which controls automatic functions, like heartbeat<BR>
and breathing.<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
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He had done that. Many times, in fact.<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
But no one believed that either.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"I killed Elvis," he told one psychoanalyst.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"Elvis died of a drug overdose," the psychoanalyst responded calmly.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"No, he didn't. That was just a charade, just like all his fans always thought. But<BR>
when I found out he'd faked it and all of my worry and concern had been for nothing,<BR>
man, I killed him."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"And how did you go about killing him, Mr. Montrego?"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"I thought him to death."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"I see."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle11">
That was a very typical reply for them. They, being the ignorant body of humanity<BR>
as a whole that failed to "see" whatever they could not easily comprehend. Long ago<BR>
Eliphaz had learned that lesson. His mother had been the first to ignore his special<BR>
situation; pretending there was nothing unusual about him.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"Look at me, mother. I'm sixty years old and I haven't aged since sometime around<BR>
my twenty-fifth birthday!" His mother had been on her death-bed then, about to settle<BR>
down for that night's sleep from which she would never wake.<BR>
</DIV>
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<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle11">
She looked up at him, her blue eyes cloudy and tired, and a smile pulled at the<BR>
corner of her mouth. "We must all learn to accept our mortality, dear. We will all grow<BR>
old and die," she said. Her voice sounded like breath, like a moth with quivering wings<BR>
-- ethereal, fragile.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"Can't you see me?" he said. "I'm young! Don't you understand?" He grabbed her<BR>
hand and held it up to his face so she could feel the smooth, youthful flesh of his body.<BR>
Sometimes mother's eyesight was not so good. "I'm young. I'm not dying."<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"Now," said mother. "Now, now. We've all got to go sometime."<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
He let her hand go and it limply dropped to her side. Minutes later she drifted off<BR>
to sleep. And he cried. He cried for her loss, and he cried because the world was<BR>
cruel and unfair, and he cried because he knew he would never die.<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
And to the best of his knowledge (although sometimes seasons and years had a<BR>
tendency to blur together on him), his mother had died close to twenty-two hundred<BR>
years ago. And he still looked no older than twenty-eight.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle11">
He had led a life of many questions, Eliphaz Montrego. He had searched in vain,<BR>
through the centuries, for an answer to the question of his identity, but always the<BR>
problems of his existence seemed too great for men to provide a response to. He had<BR>
given up hope in religion and science a long time ago.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle6">
When, during one of his many stays at a hospital, while he was waiting for doctors<BR>
to arrive at some kind of conclusion about his health and state of mind, he'd told a nurse<BR>
that he hadn't had anything to eat or drink in the past five years she just looked at him<BR>
with the kind of face he'd expect to see shown towards a child who had just told about<BR>
flying to the moon with a space suit and a jet pack.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle4">
"How do you expect to keep living healthy if you don't eat?" she asked. It almost<BR>
sounded as if she was scolding him.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"I don't know," he said bitterly.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle6">
"Well then, there you go." The nurse slid a tray into place over his thighs as he sat,<BR>
propped up in bed, and removed the cover from the platter, revealing meat loaf,<BR>
mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans, and applesauce. The nurse introduced each<BR>
course of the entree by pointing and explaining which food group it was from and what<BR>
nutritional value it contained.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
Eliphaz looked at her name tag.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle4">
Marsha, it said. She was a young nurse. Her name tag was perched jauntily on the<BR>
swell of a young, firm breast. His thoughts did not, however, go there.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
Later that night, after all the lights in the rooms and halls had been either turned off<BR>
or dimmed, Eliphaz slipped out of bed and down to the nurse's station where Marsha<BR>
was on duty. He killed her. This he confessed the next day.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"I stopped her heart by dominating her mind and body with my thoughts," he said.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"I see," said the psychoanalyst.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
Eventually, it developed into a morbid sort of game: killing and confessing, trying to<BR>
get the psychoanalyst to believe him. Sometimes, he would tell the psychoanalyst,<BR>
ahead of time, what he was planning to do.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"Tonight I'm going to kill Mrs. Fredericks in room 1108. I'm going to force her to<BR>
disconnect the feed tube from her IV, take the end that's still attached to her arm, and<BR>
make her blow a bubble into her own blood stream."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"I see."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
The next day Mrs. Fredericks was dead. A candy-striper found her motionless<BR>
between the sheets of her bed with the length of IV tubing that fed her medication and<BR>
saline through the needle in her wrist still in her mouth.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
* * *<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
Eliphaz' next visit with his psychoanalyst found the doctor in a much less<BR>
emotionally suppressed state of mind. His first words to Eliphaz when he came into his<BR>
office for his noon o'clock appointment were: "How did you do it?"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle4">
Eliphaz answered: "You'll have the opportunity to find out soon enough, doctor.<BR>
You're next."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle6">
Giving credit where it's due though, Eliphaz didn't kill his psychoanalyst. The<BR>
doctor was already dead when Eliphaz showed up at his house that night. He'd died of<BR>
a good old fashioned heart attack. Eliphaz did, however, take some comfort in<BR>
knowing that the doctor had just had a physical examination and been pronounced as fit<BR>
as a Stradivarius, never mind the fiddle.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle4">
A week after that, Eliphaz demanded of his new psychiatrist that he be locked up<BR>
for life.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"Why should we lock you up?" asked the new analyst.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"Because I've killed dozens of people."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle4">
The analyst made a note in his little leather-bound notebook. <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle12">Guilt complex, </SPAN>he<BR>
wrote.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
Among his many other life accomplishments, Eliphaz was an author. One can<BR>
hardly help but feel the need to express one's ideas to others when all one's time is<BR>
devoted to thinking such grand and fantastic thoughts as those of Eliphaz'. His book<BR>
was called,<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle12"> Chaos, Immortality, and the Horizons of the Mind.</SPAN> The company which<BR>
published it hyped it as "The Philosophy of Life as Perceived By the Most Deranged<BR>
Mind of All Time!" <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle12">Chaos, Immortality, and the Horizons of the Mind </SPAN>sold two<BR>
million copies, its entire first printing, in the first week it was available as a hard cover.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
The book made Eliphaz a very rich man.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
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He used all that money to build his house.<BR>
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So he could get away from it all.<BR>
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So he could spend all his time thinking.<BR>
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Without interruption.<BR>
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Which is something he could've done for only God knows how long. But he didn't.<BR>
Because he was interrupted.<BR>
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<BR>
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Sitting, lotus-style, with an inch of dust like an extra skin covering his body, he<BR>
became suddenly aware of a mind at close proximity. A mind and a motor. A big<BR>
motor; it made a husky growling noise, punctuated by a steady chop, chop, chop, and<BR>
sounded like a tornado of swords. The sound of it got nearer and nearer, then<BR>
suddenly diminished. The tornado powered down with a long-dying whine. Then there<BR>
was a voice.<BR>
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"Hello!"<BR>
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The voice was tinny, and abnormally loud, like it was being amplified by a bull-<BR>
horn.<BR>
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<BR>
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"Hello!" It said again.<BR>
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Four hundred and fifty miles from his nearest neighbor and here somebody was<BR>
paying him a visit.<BR>
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<BR>
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Eliphaz stood up, his knees popping and creaking in protest to the movement, after<BR>
having been still for so long. He walked, his feet kicking up a high wake of dust as he<BR>
made his way. He crossed to the front door of his house -- his architect having been<BR>
required by fire code to provide two exits in case of emergency -- and aggressively<BR>
threw it open.<BR>
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There was a helicopter in his front ocean. Landed on pontoons, the helicopter was<BR>
bobbing in the swell and fall of waves. It's rotors were still turning, but slowing, with<BR>
the engines cut.<BR>
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There was a man standing on the near-side pontoon, bracing himself with one hand,<BR>
reaching for a hold inside the cockpit. The man was clad in a black cloak that<BR>
concealed his face as well as his body. There was a bull-horn in his other black-gloved<BR>
hand.<BR>
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<BR>
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"Did you miss the signs on the buoys? No trespassing! Intruders will be killed on<BR>
sight! Or can't you read?" Eliphaz yelled.<BR>
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<BR>
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The man leaning out of the helicopter brought the bull-horn up to his lips.<BR>
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<BR>
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"Eliphaz Montrego?"<BR>
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<BR>
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Eliphaz offered no reply, but apparently his visitor wasn't expecting one anyway,<BR>
because he went on without pause:<BR>
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"Eliphaz, I read your book."<BR>
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<BR>
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There was a moment of silence.<BR>
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"So what the hell do you want? An autograph?"<BR>
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WRATH * VII * WRATH<BR>
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Shapeshifter<BR>
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Every morning, Roger Murdock would watch his sleeping mother from the<BR>
doorway of her bedroom, and hope to heaven that she was finally dead. Sometimes,<BR>
he knew right away that she was still alive, by being able to hear her breathe, or by<BR>
seeing drool escaping the corner of her mouth. Other times he wouldn't know for sure<BR>
until she woke up and bellowed for her medication. "Raw-gah! My pills!" Without her<BR>
teeth, her toneless, flabby lips had difficulty forming the sound of a 'G.'<BR>
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It was one of the mornings when Roger knew immediately she was still alive: he<BR>
could hear air, like water spurting in rusted, rattling pipes, in her emphysema-cluttered<BR>
lungs. Slowly he backed way from the door, closing it as he went. He heard the latch<BR>
quietly click when it was shut completely. Just like every morning for the past twelve<BR>
years, Roger knew his mother would live forever. It was useless to pray for her death<BR>
-- no one in the afterlife had any more use for her than he did.<BR>
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Roger went downstairs to the kitchen. He got the can of instant coffee, and the<BR>
sound of the cupboard door opening and closing summoned Mother's cats. The whole<BR>
army of them. Roger had to kick them out from underfoot in order to get to the stove<BR>
and put the water on.<BR>
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Over his usual morning coffee, Roger contemplated his life; or rather what had<BR>
become of it. One of his usual thoughts: that he had already died, and been sentenced<BR>
to Hell, and this was it, came and went quicker than usual on that particular morning.<BR>
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Roger was stuck between the proverbial rock and the hard place. He remembered<BR>
vividly, like he was watching it on videotape, the day he and his (ex)wife Linda had met<BR>
with Mr. Brady (of the legendary "You Have Rights!" law firm of Ambercrombie,<BR>
Fitzgerald, Brady and Schultz that advertises during The People's Court), his mother's<BR>
lawyer. They faced him from across an impressively large desk; mahogany, with a<BR>
shine so deep and rich you could see reflections as though from a dark mirror in its<BR>
surface (Mr. Brady told them it was an antique).<BR>
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"You are the sole surviving Murdock," said Mr. Brady, unfolding a bundle of<BR>
contracts and forms.<BR>
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"Such a proud heritage," Roger said with a sneer. He'd always hated his family.<BR>
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"Yes, quite." Mr. Brady, apparently unable to detect sarcasm, went on without<BR>
pause or comment. "And as the last remaining Murdock, you would have interest in<BR>
your mother's estate. Lately her health has been questionable at best, and I understand<BR>
you have been inquiring about the possibility of having your mother -- er, Ethel --<BR>
registered in a nursing home. But in her will there are some provisions."<BR>
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"Get to the point," said Roger. It had taken him only forty-five seconds to decide<BR>
he hated his mother's lawyer as well.<BR>
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"I am getting to the point." But Mr. Brady seemed equally unable to detect<BR>
impatience. He continued at his leisurely, disinterested pace: "Your mother has made<BR>
arrangements that you be disinherited in the event of your putting her in a -- retirement<BR>
facility."<BR>
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"Oh, I'm going to miss <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">that </SPAN>eighty bucks."<BR>
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"Well, actually, the sum you stand to lose is substantially larger than that. Your<BR>
father, Sebastian Murdock, had invested quite a chunk of cash in oil and<BR>
communications -- invested quite wisely, in fact. When he, er -- unexpectedly passed<BR>
on, all of the investments and their earnings went, by default to your mother. She,<BR>
however, never had anything to do with them. She never paid attention to what they<BR>
were worth. She just let them sit, ignored, accruing interest and value."<BR>
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"So what are they worth?"<BR>
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"About two and a half million."<BR>
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"Good Lord," both Linda and Roger, like back-up singers in unison.<BR>
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"Not a penny of which you will see if your mother winds up in a nursing home. It<BR>
will, instead, all go to her cats."<BR>
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"The cats?" Linda said. It came out of her like a cough.<BR>
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"Divided evenly among the thirty-two of them."<BR>
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"Looks like the old bat will be moving in with us for a while then," said Roger.<BR>
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"I'm afraid that won't do either. Your mother also suggests that she be allowed to<BR>
live out the remainder of her days in the home of her family, where she spent so many<BR>
of the cherished hours of her youth. Again, if you fail to comply, the fortune is left to<BR>
the cats."<BR>
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"What?!"<BR>
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"The cats?" Linda said again. She was incredulous.<BR>
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"Looks like <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">you </SPAN>will be moving in with the <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">'old bat.' </SPAN>" Mr. Brady developed an<BR>
evil, smug, look. "I have been given the responsibility of seeing that Ethel's wishes are<BR>
executed properly. I'll be checking up on you, Roger."<BR>
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Well, for two and a half million dollars, Roger decided he could move back in with<BR>
his mother. In fact, for that amount, Roger knew he was quite capable of eating raw<BR>
pig's eyes for breakfast and washing it down with a steaming cup of his own urine.<BR>
Linda however, was not a fan of the plan. Roger's mother scared her, and further,<BR>
Linda's desires to be free, and have a family and house of her own, seemed to be<BR>
directly at odds with their moving back into his parent's home. So Roger went alone.<BR>
Linda pleaded with him to stay with her and their two year old son, Bryon, but her<BR>
supplications were wasted. Because above all else, Roger was a greedy, materialistic<BR>
bastard, and the mere concern of a wife and kid was <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">not </SPAN>going to keep him from his<BR>
money.<BR>
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He said, "I'm doing this for us. So we can have a better life. Besides, how long<BR>
can she live?" Roger was forty-four then; his mother had had him late in her life. She<BR>
was eighty, and had not aged well at all.<BR>
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Ethel Murdock was fat, bald and senile. Two days after Roger moved back home<BR>
with her, she had a stroke. Roger cried, "Hallelujah!" thinking about the easiest money<BR>
he had ever made. But Ethel lived on through her stroke, only losing mobility on her left<BR>
side and most of her mid-life memory in the bargain. She came back home after a<BR>
month of care in the hospital. From that moment on, Ethel needed constant attention,<BR>
and Mr. Brady was there, paying frequent visits at irregularly chosen moments, to make<BR>
sure she was getting it.<BR>
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Roger would <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">rather</SPAN> have breakfasted on pig eyes and urine than have to sponge-<BR>
bathe his mother's wrinkled, cellulite-splotched, fish-belly white body, but it was still<BR>
within the realm of things he could stand for two and a half million dollars. He also had<BR>
to feed her, massage her muscles -- so as to prevent total atrophy -- and change her<BR>
diapers. But the worst was sponge-bathing; bad enough it was just to look at her: to<BR>
see those parts of one's parents that one knows must exist but has never seen, and has<BR>
no desire to see; but then to actually have to touch those parts. God!<BR>
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Roger checked into hiring a live-in nurse, but in the long run decided the cost of the<BR>
venture would out-weigh the benefits. He was after all, a greedy son-of-a-bitch. The<BR>
cheapest nurse he could find wanted forty grand a year, and that was out of the<BR>
question.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
Linda would call him every day, begging him to come home. "Nothing is worth<BR>
this," she said. "Let the money go. Bryon and I need you. We need you worse than<BR>
we need the money. You've always been a good husband, and father, and provider."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
But he, "Relax, Linn. I'll probably be home in a week or two. She's in terrible<BR>
shape. How much longer can she live?"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
But more importantly, how much more could she live <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">through</SPAN>? She had another<BR>
stroke a year later, then a cholesterol-induced heart attack. Then she was diagnosed<BR>
as having Alzheimer's disease.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
Linda filed for divorce after five years. She claimed to her lawyer, Mr. Fitzgerald<BR>
(from the same law firm as Mr. Brady), that Roger was cruel and insensitive. She said<BR>
he had become truly obsessive, bordering on insane; demented. She won her divorce.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
Seven years later, Ethel was still alive. She was no more than a flesh-toned<BR>
rutabaga, but she was still a <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">living </SPAN>flesh-toned rutabaga.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
"Raw-gah!" she shouted. "My pills!" They were the only words she ever spoke.<BR>
<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">The only words.<BR>
</SPAN>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
The shout broke Roger's reverie. There were cats all over his legs; rubbing up<BR>
against them, stretching against them, clawing them, climbing them. He kicked and<BR>
thrashed his feet, sending them howling, fleeing. He went to fetch his mother's pills.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle6">
At the kitchen sink, while filling a glass with water, he saw, through the adjacent<BR>
window, the paperboy riding by on his little green Schwinn. The paperboy tossed a<BR>
rolled up paper as he came even with the Murdock House's driveway. Roger heard<BR>
the paper thump and bounce off the front door. He decided his mother could wait for<BR>
her pills. He was going to take some time for himself, and read the morning paper. It<BR>
was not something he normally did either. Later he would look back on that moment<BR>
and think there were some external forces at work on him.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle4">
When he opened the front door, there it was. It impacted with his mind like a<BR>
catalyst. He had only just seen it when he realized he knew what he was going to do.<BR>
It was a moment ranking right up there with finding the exit sign pointing the way out of<BR>
a burning building.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
It was a dead cat. On the doorstep, stretched out and lying on its side, its little pink<BR>
tongue sticking out slightly from between its teeth... its green-yellow eyes staring,<BR>
intelligent and dreamy, off into space.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
Roger knelt down to pick it up. <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">Somebody probably poisoned it</SPAN>, he thought. He<BR>
carried it back inside. He carried it down the hall, to his mother's room. He had<BR>
forgotten all about reading the newspaper.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
He carried the dead cat over to Ethel's bedside. She opened her eyes at his<BR>
approach.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"Raw-gah?" she said.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
And then he smothered her with the body of the dead cat.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
For a minute or two he was absurdly worried that she would somehow manage to<BR>
live through suffocation too, but it was a needless concern.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
Roger buried the cat before he called an ambulance. No use getting the<BR>
paramedics there too quickly; they might somehow figure out a way to resurrect her.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
Ethel Murdock died. Two days before her ninety-second birthday. The coroner<BR>
found cat-hair in her throat and lungs. He said, "I've seen this kind of thing before.<BR>
<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">Once </SPAN>before. A cat curled up and slept on an infant's face. Killed the kid. The cat<BR>
was just looking for a warm place to sleep, you see. Warm breath. See?" Roger<BR>
watched the coroner's mouth as it flapped around his words. He wondered if the man<BR>
ever spoke coherently.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
No matter.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
Roger took control of his mother's investments the very next day. Mr. Brady had<BR>
slightly underscored their value; they were worth 2.<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">8</SPAN> million. It was the best day of<BR>
Roger's life.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
He bought a house and a red, convertible BMW. A Beamer.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
Driving ninety down the turnpike with the wind tussling at his hair like a lover's<BR>
fingers, Roger thought, <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">I should've killed her years ago.<BR>
</SPAN>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
Once, the thought came to him that a mockery had been made of justice, so he<BR>
laughed until the guilt went away.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle8">
He sold Ethel's beloved house for an outrageous amount, to a company that<BR>
wanted to have the land rezoned for commercial development. He called the animal<BR>
shelter and reported thirty-one abandoned cats. The man who answered the phone<BR>
said, "We don't really have the room to keep another thirty-one cats in." But Roger<BR>
said, "Fine, that's what lethal injections were invented for."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle4">
He called Linda, figuring she'd be anxious to patch things up now that Mom was<BR>
out of the picture, and he was a millionaire, but Linda would have nothing to do with<BR>
him. She told him, in explicit, graphic terms, what he should do with a broom handle<BR>
and his rectum.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
So he got an expensive hooker, from an "escort" service called 'Lady Loveliness<BR>
Inc.' and paid her -- Natasha was her name -- an extra two thousand dollars to do all<BR>
the things he'd wished Linda would've done when they'd been married. While reaming<BR>
her from behind, Roger said, "Tell me you love me, Natasha," and she said, "It'll cost<BR>
you an extra five hundred." So he said, "Fuck you," and she said, "Fine. you've<BR>
already paid for that."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle11">
It was on the day that marked the passing of one full month since he had killed his<BR>
mother, that Roger saw the cat. He saw it twice that day. The first time was while he<BR>
was shaving -- he saw it cross the hallway behind him in the medicine cabinet mirror.<BR>
But later, after unsuccessfully trying to find the creature, and having torn the house apart<BR>
in the attempt, he decided it had probably just been an illusion caused by all the<BR>
moisture build-up on the mirror. <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">Yeah, that's all it was.</SPAN> The second time was when<BR>
he was turning off all the lights and getting ready to turn in for the night. There was a<BR>
lamp on in his room at the end of the hallway. He had turned it on so he would be able<BR>
to see his way back to bed after shutting down all the living room and kitchen lights.<BR>
And when he did turn out the last of the living room lights, there it was: a perfect feline<BR>
silouhette in the doorway to his bedroom, at the end of the hall. He even heard it that<BR>
time. <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">Meow.<BR>
</SPAN>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
He went back to the kitchen and called the police. He said to the emergency<BR>
operator, "There's a cat in my house. I want you to send someone over to get it out."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"Sir, are you serious? We've got important things to do here."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"Send someone over!"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"You want me to send officers out to your house to put the cat out?"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"It's not my cat!" Roger was nearly hysterical.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"Oh. By all means then. Where are you calling from?"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle4">
Police showed up an hour and forty minutes later. They, like Roger earlier, were<BR>
unable to find a cat in his house. After they left -- "Don't call again." -- Roger went to<BR>
bed. He reached over to his nightstand and turned the lamp off: click. And just a split<BR>
second later he heard: <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">meow.<BR>
</SPAN>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
He began to sweat. <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">Cold.<BR>
</SPAN>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
The next night he called Lady Loveliness Inc., and requested that Natasha be sent<BR>
over. He was not going to spend another night alone. Not with that cat in the house.<BR>
He hadn't seen it that day but he wasn't taking any chances.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle8">
Natasha showed up at eight o'clock that night, which was considerably earlier than<BR>
Roger had figured on. She came in, four inch heels tap, tap, and tossed her fur across<BR>
the back of Roger's couch. She had on a black leather mini-skirt and a lime green<BR>
colored shirt that looked like it had come out of a can of spray paint. <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">Tight.</SPAN> Roger<BR>
couldn't help but watch her nipples bounce as she walked.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
"What do you want tonight? I'll warn you though -- I'm in no mood. Even a simple<BR>
blow job will cost you way extra tonight." She was chewing gum. She snap-snapped it<BR>
twice at the end of her statement as added punctuation.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
"I just want you to sleep here tonight. Nothing else. We don't have to do<BR>
anything."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"Oh," snap-snap. "Well, all right. But I didn't bring anything to sleep in."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"I can get you a T-shirt."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
"Whatever. What time did you want to turn in then?" She sat down on the sofa;<BR>
alluring shadows under her skirt and between her thighs.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"The sooner the better."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"It's only eight o' clock."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"I didn't sleep at all last night. I'm totally exhausted."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"Whatever."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
They were in bed fifteen minutes later.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
Roger asked, "Would it be all right if I hold you?"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"What am I? A teddy bear?"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"I'll pay extra."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"A hundred?"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"If you think that's fair."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"Oh, for Christ's sake. You can hold me. I won't charge you extra."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
And like that, he slept; Natasha pulled in close to his body, both arms wrapped<BR>
around her.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
The door bell woke him up. He fumbled in the dark for the switch on the<BR>
nightstand lamp. And when the light came on...<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
He was in bed with his mother. Fat, bald, wrinkled Ethel. She was laying on the<BR>
pillow next to him, facing towards him, with her eyes wide open and watching.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
Roger screamed. Like no human before him, Roger screamed.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle4">
Ethel made some garbled noise, even more difficult to understand than her regular<BR>
speech, and no wonder -- she had a cat in her mouth. Fur was sticking out from<BR>
between her worm-like lips. She made another guttural sound and a whole paw<BR>
slipped out and landed on the pillow.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
And Roger screamed even more forcefully than he had just seconds before.<BR>
Breaking his own record. He rolled out of bed and hit the floor running.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
"Raw-gah!" Shouted Ethel, and this time the whole front end of the cat came free,<BR>
but the hind legs caught, so the cat dangled from her loose jaw like a pasta noodle.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle8">
Roger slipped when he hit the kitchen floor. He went sliding right through the room<BR>
and crashing into his glass-topped dinette set. The glass hit the wall and shattered, and<BR>
Roger went sprawling. Under normal circumstances, a man of his age probably<BR>
would've been paralyzed by the pain of it, but fear had pushed his body into its highest<BR>
gear. His adrenaline was surging. He bounced up off the floor and kept running.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
The door bell rang one more time, just a fraction of a second before Roger tore the<BR>
door open. Natasha was standing on his doorstep.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
He took a faltering step backward, gasping, gasping.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
He blacked out.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
He woke up with cold water on his face. Natasha was standing over him, holding<BR>
an empty glass. Gum went snap-snap between her teeth. She was wearing a short,<BR>
short dress the color of a cherry licorice whip.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
"Oh God," said Roger. He got to his feet, pain exploding all along his back like a<BR>
chain of firecrackers. "Oh God." He fast-walked back to his bedroom. He turned on<BR>
the light. The bed was made and unslept in. "Oh God." And Roger began to cry.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
Natasha left. She opened the door, paused for a second on the threshold of the<BR>
night, and said, "You are such a psycho," and left, and Roger never saw her again. Her<BR>
heels went, tap, tap, down the sidewalk and away.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
Somewhere in the house, a cat meowed.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle5">
Roger, curled into the fetal position on the floor, screamed and cried and pulled<BR>
bleeding fistfuls of hair out of his head. Eventually, he slept; the sleep of a man crazy<BR>
and exhausted.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle8">
He rented a hotel room the next day. From there he called a real estate agent and<BR>
told him to find a house to be moved into immediately. When he hung up, he turned to<BR>
face his view from the hotel room window, and there was a cat, outside the glass, sitting<BR>
on the window ledge. It was a white cat with irregular shaped patches of black on its<BR>
back. It was the exact cat he had smothered his mother with.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">Ridiculous. It's just a cat. It's just a coincidence -- what it looks like. </SPAN>Roger<BR>
knew he was just a crack in the sidewalk away from a nervous breakdown.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
He went over to the window and took hold of the curtain draw-string. But before<BR>
he pulled the curtains closed, he heard a voice.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">Roger.<BR>
</SPAN>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
It was the cat. Speaking in a whisper, like rustling leaves, pronouncing his name.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle8">
<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">There's only one way out, Roger. You know what it is. You know you can't<BR>
get away from me. You can't run. I'm the displaced voice of your shriveled,<BR>
withered heart. I am the embodiment of your seared, burned conscience. And<BR>
where can you go, Roger, where I won't be? Everywhere you are, so too, am I.<BR>
You tried to kill me Roger, but I am with you. Always.<BR>
</SPAN>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle12">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle13">
<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle14">Roger closed the curtains. His hands were shaking. He sat down on the foot of<BR>
the bed.<BR>
</SPAN>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
The cat scratched at the window.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"I'm going crazy," said Roger, out loud, to himself. "Crazy."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
With his hands folded in his lap, Roger quietly sat for quite some time. Eventually,<BR>
the cat outside his window went away. He dared to allow himself a sigh of relief.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
But then the meowing in the closet started.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
* * *<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle8">
Roger tried to defend himself. He killed the cat three times. Once by breaking its<BR>
spine, like a branch against his knee. Once by removing its head with his Swiss Army<BR>
knife. Once by dousing it with kerosene and burning it. He also disposed of its body<BR>
three times. Once in a dumpster, once in a shallow grave, once in a cement block<BR>
which he tossed into a lake.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
But the cat came back. Just like the cat in the song.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle4">
And each time it came back it wore signs of their previous battle, so there was no<BR>
mistaking it for being just another cat. The fourth time it returned, its back was bent, a<BR>
jagged raw-flesh colored scar encircled its neck, its fur was burnt black brown, and<BR>
little globs of hardened cement were clinging to its tail and whiskers.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
Roger had locked himself in his bathroom, and the cat was right outside the door,<BR>
and it was speaking to him through the crack between the door and the carpeting.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">You can only find peace in death Roger. You can't live with yourself like this.<BR>
With the knowledge of the inhuman things you have done.<BR>
</SPAN>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle12">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle12">
<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle14">"No."<BR>
</SPAN>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">You can only find peace in death.<BR>
</SPAN>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle12">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle12">
<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle14">"No."<BR>
</SPAN>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">Do it, Roger.<BR>
</SPAN>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle12">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle12">
<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle14">"No."<BR>
</SPAN>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">Do it.<BR>
</SPAN>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle12">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle15">
<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle14">After two days in the bathroom, sitting with his back against the door, and the cat<BR>
right outside, Roger did drink a bottle of iodine from the medicine cabinet... and so<BR>
found peace.<BR>
</SPAN>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
Such was often the method of the Shapeshifter.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle16">
<BR>
</DIV>
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WRATH * XIII * WRATH<BR>
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The End<BR>
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The prison, fashioned in the trunk of a mighty redwood, held fast. A perfectly<BR>
sealed area of living tissues. The Animator went in its confines for many many<BR>
centuries. He never tried for Greggory's life again.<BR>
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* * *<BR>
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And Eliphaz: how could it be that a man of his many talents and powers ever die?<BR>
Neither Greggory nor Randy could believe it. In the aftermath of the Animator, while<BR>
the other guards were hurrying to accomplish the retiring of the cruel phantom<BR>
permanently, they went through the wreckage of the gate-house, searching for the<BR>
remains of the limousine and their unearthly friend.<BR>
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They found the limousine. The stone chamber of the gate-house -- the head of the<BR>
Animator's golem -- had fallen to the earth and been smashed into dust, and the limo<BR>
within had been thoroughly crushed too. Flattened out like sod. Of course, there was<BR>
no way any mere man could've lived through such peril and catastrophe. Just looking<BR>
at the crumpled ruin of the car, the two of them knew that performing any further search<BR>
would be fruitless. But they searched anyway.<BR>
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They continued in their excavation of the gate-house, and the crater around it, until<BR>
they had final, conclusive proof of the fate of their friend.<BR>
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* * *<BR>
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Randy stayed on with Greggory till the end; compelled, obliged. Motivated by a<BR>
sense of honor and ethics far beyond the power of money to purchase. But Randy was<BR>
the only one who did stay. With his resources so drastically depleted it was hard for<BR>
Greggory to find loyalty among any of the other guards.<BR>
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They stayed in humble lodgings, hotels and motels mostly. They took with them<BR>
only what they could pack in the back of the last jeep to have remained intact from the<BR>
castle. It was packed to the rafters with machine guns, grenades and flame-throwers<BR>
they had scavenged from the ruin.<BR>
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Every day found them further along the roads and highways, traveling nomads; and<BR>
too, every day brought new expectation that this would be the one the Magician would<BR>
come for them on. They fully expected that when he did come he would invariably be<BR>
successful. They had virtually nothing left of their once strong defenses and great<BR>
numbers. How could they hope to turn him back, the wiliest and craftiest of the<BR>
champions?<BR>
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Yet each day came and went, and they continued, traveling from place to place,<BR>
city to city, state to state, ever alert, ever vigilant, so Death would not come on them<BR>
while they were unawares, and the Magician did not come.<BR>
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What did come to Greggory was the dream.<BR>
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* * *<BR>
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It was a dream so strikingly similar in tone to the one about the horsemen reaping<BR>
the harvest of humanity in the fog-shrouded field, that Greggory could not help but take<BR>
it for an omen.<BR>
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And it came to him every night.<BR>
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In it, he was a statue. A lovely, white marble statue, in a garden of flowers and<BR>
fruit-laden trees. The garden was surrounded by a high stone wall; rough gray rock,<BR>
overgrown with lichen and ivy.<BR>
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As a statue, Greggory was helpless to do anything but watch as things unfolded<BR>
around him. Things happened there in the garden, and though longing swelled in him to<BR>
the point where it caused him to physically ache, he was unfulfilled no matter how<BR>
strong his desire to get down off the pedestal and partake of the garden's beauty. It<BR>
made him sorrow in a way he had never before experienced.<BR>
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The sun would shine on the dew-covered ground in the morning, and then cool<BR>
spring breezes would stir up the leaves and blossoms around him. Foxes, rabbits and<BR>
deer would leap and scamper through the foliage. Sometimes the animals would be<BR>
near enough to touch, but always, Greggory was powerless to move. It seemed joy<BR>
and happiness were always just out of reach.<BR>
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Then the sun would set, painting the sky as though it were a canvas, in breath-<BR>
taking hues of violet and orange. And just as before, in his dream about the horsemen,<BR>
the sun rose and set on him many times as he stood, motionless, unchanging, there in<BR>
the garden.<BR>
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But while each dawn shed down light on scenes of unmatched serenity, joy and<BR>
beauty, each night that came to the garden caused decay, death and ugliness. After the<BR>
setting of the sun, cold would come into the orchard, like a thief, bitter and frosty,<BR>
stripping trees of their leaves and flowers of their blooms. The fruits and grasses would<BR>
shrivel and then break into icy splinters. Then gale-force winds would blow through the<BR>
garden, ripping away branches and toppling trees, until, at last, the landscape<BR>
illuminated by the cold, silver light of the moon was that of a barren, desert wasteland.<BR>
For Greggory to be there, helpless, watching as all the life and glory of that orchard<BR>
was plundered each night, pained him even more than his inability to partake of the<BR>
pleasures of it during the daylight hours. His eyes were dry then only for a lack of<BR>
glands to secrete tears with.<BR>
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Each morning the sun would rise, and life would spring eternal. Each night, the<BR>
moon would shine down on a grim reminder of death. And every new morning that<BR>
came, Greggory saw that his alabaster, marble hide had darkened some, darkened<BR>
some, darkened some... Inevitably, before waking, he no longer seemed to be a thing<BR>
of purity, gleaming white, but more, a symbol of vitiation. Like rusted, blackened iron.<BR>
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And then, on waking he would sit, bolt-upright in bed, with terror and grief<BR>
clenched around his nylon heart, wondering at the dream's significance, but telling no<BR>
one about it.<BR>
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He went on having that dream. For forty-two nights he had it.<BR>
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But after bearing the weight of that disturbing premonition for so long, he woke,<BR>
jarred from sleep on that forty-second night, and the story of his dream was like a bitter<BR>
taste in his mouth, and he <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">had </SPAN>to get it out.<BR>
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It was dark of course. It was the middle of the night, and the only light in his room<BR>
was the thin, filtered blue coming through the curtains, from the ice machine just outside<BR>
his room. He fumbled over the things he had arranged there on the nightstand next to<BR>
him, and his fingers finally came on what he was seeking. He felt the shape of a face<BR>
there in the dark next to him.<BR>
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"Eliphaz," he said.<BR>
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And a voice answered him. "Were you afraid I'd gone off somewhere?" His<BR>
remarkable friend's voice was somehow biting: calm and sarcastic at the same time.<BR>
"Where else could I be?"<BR>
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For Eliphaz was still there, still alive, somehow still surviving, though now entirely<BR>
without a body. He had always envisioned himself as being a man -- a creature -- of<BR>
pure thought and formless mental energies, and now, he that was very nearly all he was.<BR>
He was just a head. No more than a jar for the containing of his brain and ideas. But<BR>
still he lived.<BR>
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Greggory and Randy <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">had </SPAN>finally found him, after searching through the gate-house<BR>
for so long. All of his torso, even his one remaining good arm, had been smashed into<BR>
paste, but his skull was still intact, and he was still alive. When they first came upon<BR>
him, face down in the rubble, he was swearing and spitting -- dust and fragmented<BR>
particles of rock stuck to his lips -- "It's just a flesh wound! <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">It's just a flesh wound!</SPAN>"<BR>
And somehow it was easier to see that he had survived, even in the condition he was in,<BR>
than it was to believe he had finally died. Eliphaz exuded the air of an immortal. It was<BR>
impossible to think he could ever die.<BR>
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"Eliphaz. I keep having this horrible dream."<BR>
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Greggory picked his friend up, carrying him under his arm, and he stole out of the<BR>
room, quietly, not wanting to wake Randy. He took Eliphaz out to the jeep in the<BR>
parking lot; a place where they could be alone and talk without interruption. And<BR>
Greggory told Eliphaz all about his dream.<BR>
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* * *<BR>
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When Greggory was done, having exhumed all of the dream that there was in his<BR>
memory, Eliphaz was silent for a long time; thinking, frowning.<BR>
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Greggory prodded him. "What do you think?"<BR>
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And Eliphaz, after much careful thought, replied:<BR>
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"Your dream is capable of being interpreted many different ways, Greggory. It has<BR>
many levels of complexity and symbolism. But I will tell you what I think:<BR>
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"You are a statue in a garden. From the setting, I gather a metaphorical reference<BR>
to your achievements coming about from the efforts and devices of man, and that your<BR>
being man-made sets you apart from the rest of the natural world. Even from your<BR>
appearance as being of marble I think significance can be seen: for the stone itself is a<BR>
natural material, but it has been molded by man, sculpted. It has been made to<BR>
represent a natural form, but it is not: it is just an imitation. It is a statement about the<BR>
life you have crafted for yourself.<BR>
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"And, of course, in your dream as a statue, you are powerless to move and act with<BR>
this world around you. Do you see? It means that by the doing of your own cleverness<BR>
you have separated yourself from much natural interaction. You no longer smell or<BR>
taste or feel. You have eliminated many biological processes from your body; many of<BR>
them unnecessary, true, but still all things necessary for life. Real life. Though you can<BR>
still hear and see what happens around you, it is not enough. You are unfulfilled. The<BR>
nature of the Soul trapped inside you is to want to mingle freely with the air and caress<BR>
the beauty of the world around it. Your Soul yearns to eat, and breathe, inhale heady<BR>
aromas, partake of the love of a woman... yet you can no longer experience any of<BR>
these joys.<BR>
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"The setting and rising of the sun is again a reference to time; the passing of much<BR>
time. It is significant only in the fact that it allows you to see the results of constant<BR>
progress and change in the world of the mortals around you. The day is life, and the<BR>
night is death. It is a reminder of the constant, unstoppable cycles of the natural order.<BR>
And the sorrow you feel at the setting of each sun is from the death and departure of all<BR>
the things you have come to love and feel attachment to. In all the world now, only you<BR>
are in a condition to last forever, and witnessing the continuation of the cycle as an<BR>
outsider causes you considerable grief and pain. Until the last.<BR>
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"In the end of your dream, you are black and rusty. You have learned to stop<BR>
caring about the elements of the world around you. You have stopped wondering at<BR>
them, and you have ceased to have empathy at all, for anyone, or anything, and in such<BR>
a manner, you lose touch with the last thing that made you human. The statue, turning<BR>
from marble to metal represents this. In the end, not even your natural properties show<BR>
through: you are entirely a thing of manufacture. Synthetic and soulless, but still<BR>
stubbornly clinging to a life-force which should have long ago left you.<BR>
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"What your dream is telling you, Greggory, is that in your quest to attain life<BR>
everlasting, you have sacrificed all the things that made life worthwhile. Your dream is<BR>
telling you that your victory over death is a hollow triumph, for there are no rewards to<BR>
savor."<BR>
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Greggory was quick to reply when he sensed that Eliphaz had at last concluded.<BR>
"Preposterous!" he snapped. "Who asked you anyway?"<BR>
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"You did," said Eliphaz.<BR>
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* * *<BR>
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<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
A year went by.<BR>
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<BR>
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A whole year.<BR>
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<BR>
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Greggory and Randy, worn thin by their constant expectation of the final attack, did<BR>
little more than exist through that year. They spent the hours of each day with sweating<BR>
nerves and tense muscles. They ate, they slept. They checked their weapons; making<BR>
sure they were oiled and maintained and loaded.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
But the Magician never came.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
* * *<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle10">
Only the dream kept coming back. And though he wanted to deny it, and though<BR>
he continued to argue and debate with Eliphaz over it, Greggory knew his friend's<BR>
interpretation of the dream was the correct one. For indeed, his life had already been<BR>
reduced to a mundane, mechanical repetition of the things a real man would do. His life<BR>
had stopped having meaning. He had stopped laughing. Enjoyment had gone out of<BR>
him. More and more often he would wind up daydreaming about the experiences and<BR>
sensations he had abandoned to create the continuing, hollow monotony he now had,<BR>
and called, his existence. His life. His mockery of life.<BR>
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<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle10">
More and more his memories were becoming a refuge for his nervous, tired mind.<BR>
He thought of Angela, and he thought of running in the summertime. Running until his<BR>
heart was pounding, and his lungs were aching, and he was gasping in great lungfuls of<BR>
fragrant green air. He remembered his childhood friend, Sparky, playful little mutt:<BR>
much better than any Coldlove or Sabre, which would just as soon tear your throat out<BR>
as fetch a stick. He remembered the way Sparky's fur felt between his fingers and the<BR>
way his licking kisses felt on his face. He remembered the taste of a cherry phosphor<BR>
at the soda fountain, and corn on the cob, glazed in dripping, yellow butter.<BR>
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And at the times when those thoughts came to him at their most powerfully<BR>
convincing and heart-wrenching , unfailingly, Eliphaz was there with a reminder of how<BR>
mournful it was to be immortal among the mortal.<BR>
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<BR>
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"Trust me," he would say. "I've been there. I've seen two and a half millennia. I<BR>
saw everything I ever cared about either change into something corrupted, or die.<BR>
Living forever isn't easy Greggory. In fact, it's a bitch. If I were in a position to choose<BR>
my own fate, it sure as hell wouldn't be this."<BR>
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<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
But still Greggory continued. He stayed aware. He stayed ready to defend<BR>
himself, and he tried constantly to think good thoughts. <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle9">Are you in your happy<BR>
place?</SPAN> he asked himself. He tried hard to hope. And keep hoping.<BR>
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<BR>
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Then one day, he woke from the dream and knew, with certainty, that he was<BR>
done. He was empty, wasted. The fight was gone for him, and there was no thinking<BR>
of poems about rage to sustain him this time.<BR>
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<BR>
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He said to the darkness, "Help me. Let me find a way to get back what I gave up.<BR>
I want to live again." He paused a long time then before adding, "And then I want to<BR>
die."<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
He knew Eliphaz would be listening.<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
He was fully expecting Eliphaz' answer.<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle3">
"I can help you, Greggory. We can get it back for you."<BR>
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* * *<BR>
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<BR>
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Greggory Clefferts died a natural death two weeks after his eighty-third birthday.<BR>
His good friend Eliphaz paid mightily to have a marble obelisk raised over his grave; a<BR>
great monument to a great man. It had a bronze plaque set near the base of it, right<BR>
underneath his name and the dates of his life. It said: "He Relearned How to Live."<BR>
The next plot over was vacant, but reserved, for Angela Clefferts.<BR>
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* * *<BR>
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Eliphaz, great man of thought, went on living.<BR>
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The Departed Psychic Lover<BR>
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Lon T. Ryden<BR>
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<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
There are only three ways to be. You can be lucky. You can be good. Or you<BR>
can be both. A lot of people out there believe you can be neither too, but those are<BR>
just the ones looking for a reason to pity themselves. If they really took the time to<BR>
think about it they'd see something in their life worth being encouraged about.<BR>
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<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
Now take my brother for instance. Ray Bullock is one of those types which is both<BR>
good and lucky. He had the luck to have gotten all the good looks to be had,<BR>
genetically, from our parents, and he got Dad's common sense to boot. But he didn't<BR>
stop there. He put all his smarts to good use. He wound up with money and women.<BR>
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<BR>
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Me? I take nothing for granted. I got mom's wandering eye, and her thin, lifeless<BR>
hair. Both Ray and I got dad's cross-bite, mis-aligned jaw, but on him it gives the<BR>
impression of a rugged, handsome rebel type, and on me it makes people wonder<BR>
whether I'm retarded or not. Ray got dad's powerful, broad body, and I got mom's<BR>
sickly, weak one. And in terms of brains? Everything I got out of that deal was the<BR>
result of a hard-learned lesson. Everything I have which passes for intelligence is really<BR>
only the sum of thinly disguised cynicism and suspicion. But I'm not complaining. I did<BR>
get good at using what I had. And now, of course, I know it's a much better thing to<BR>
be good than to be lucky.<BR>
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<BR>
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And of course, I'm still alive.<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle4">
Two week's ago, Ray died. He was right in the prime of his life. He was a myth in<BR>
the making, and now, his is the legend which will never be finished. When he died, he<BR>
was rated number 24 on the list of the most influential businessmen in America. And if<BR>
you can remember back to last year's 'Sexiest People' issue of <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle5">People </SPAN>magazine, you<BR>
may be able to put a face to the name I'm going to attribute to his wife: her name was<BR>
Annataszia Killyan. Annataszia Killyan-Bullock officially, but without the hyphen<BR>
whenever she appeared before the camera. She was rated in the top 10 as far as sexy<BR>
<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle5">People </SPAN>went that year, number eight to be exact. She had just come off a year in<BR>
which she'd had a #1 box-office hit called <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle5">I'd Like You to Watch</SPAN>, the cover of the SI<BR>
Swimsuit Spectacular, and her first designer fragrance marketed: <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle5">Killyan...<BR>
</SPAN>
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<BR>
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God, Ray...<BR>
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Does that sound like the life? Number 24 in money, and number eight in terms of<BR>
sexual prowess? Do you think maybe you could get by on just that? Would that be<BR>
enough for you?<BR>
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<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle6">
What did I have? A career as an actor which barely qualified me as 'starving.'<BR>
That's what I had. My love life was so pitiful, I only succeeded in orgasm by<BR>
masturbation fifty percent of the time.<BR>
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<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
Stop. You might have the wrong idea from all of this. What I need you to know is<BR>
that I hated Ray Bullock. I resented him. I was jealous of him in nearly every way you<BR>
can imagine. I'm really glad he's dead. When I turned on the ten o'clock news the<BR>
other night and saw that glitzy little video-obit for him, I probably felt a little bit like Lex<BR>
Luthor would seeing that Superman had died. I ran to the kitchen for a beer so I could<BR>
toast my good fortune: one less thing to goad my ulcer with. When I got back to the<BR>
TV, they had a full-body picture of his widow, wearing a black, micro dress, weeping<BR>
by his graveside.<BR>
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<BR>
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Well, that's when the gears first started turning. The sight of Annataszia, breasting<BR>
out of a dress the size of a handkerchief, with fresh grief glistening on her cheeks, is a<BR>
sight to get the blood of any healthy man pumping. My mentality just at that moment,<BR>
watching her on the screen, was in a state somewhere between horny and sympathetic<BR>
-- treading the line on both sides -- and I had just had a brainstorm. A brain hurricane,<BR>
by God!<BR>
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<BR>
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But you need to know what I knew in order to understand what I'm talking about.<BR>
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<BR>
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It's true that I never kept tabs on my brother. As far as I was concerned, taking<BR>
the time to say hello to him on the phone was more trouble than it was worth. But you<BR>
must remember he and his wife were media magnets. All I ever had to do to find out<BR>
what was new in his life was turn on the TV, and flash! there he was. Full close-up, his<BR>
massive head, filling up my house with silver-blue television light. Ray Bullock, so big<BR>
and omnipresent you could count the pores on his nose if you had the mind to. And of<BR>
course all the stories that made the news were the trashy ones. The ones a sensible<BR>
person would just shrug past and say, "So?" to. But I remembered them.<BR>
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<BR>
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For instance:<BR>
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Annataszia had a screen put over the mirror above her antique, Russian vanity<BR>
when she learned there were jealous spirits living inside its reflections. Annataszia<BR>
always consulted astrologers before photo shoots so she could minimize her exposure<BR>
on days of "high cosmic incidence." Annataszia had her and Ray's house totally<BR>
redesigned so it would be more in harmony with the Oriental Chi -- Feng Shui: put<BR>
stairs over there, hang up another mirror, we need a crystal. Annataszia once guest<BR>
hosted <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle5">Sightings.</SPAN> Those are the highest ratings that show will ever get, and it has<BR>
nothing to do with her being an authority on paranormal activity.<BR>
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<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
Now, if you take what you know about Annataszia, having read the story up till<BR>
now, and condense that knowledge into three words, the three words you will have are<BR>
these: gorgeous, rich, stupid. And further, if you take what little you know about me,<BR>
and condense that into three words, the three words you will have are these: cunning,<BR>
jealous, erect.<BR>
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<BR>
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The vision in my brain that night, after the news was over, was of me: stepping into<BR>
my brother's life, and replacing him like an actor's understudy. Maybe I didn't have all<BR>
the looks and charisma of my brother, but I had other tools in my possession by which<BR>
to accomplish it. I had an intimate knowledge of Ray's childhood, his same cross-bite,<BR>
and the memory of the secret nickname he had given every one of his many girlfriends:<BR>
<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle5">"sugar-snatch."<BR>
</SPAN>
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*<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle10">
So when opportunity knocked, I was waiting in ambush on the other side of the<BR>
door.<BR>
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<BR>
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<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
Annataszia had never seen me outside of a decade-year-old picture, and she may<BR>
not have even seen that. She had certainly never heard my voice before. If Ray was<BR>
anything like me, he never even told anyone he had a brother, and really, what would<BR>
he have gained by identifying <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle5">me</SPAN> as a relative?<BR>
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<BR>
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So when I showed up on her welcome mat, I was a total stranger so far as she was<BR>
concerned. A total stranger dressed monochromatically in blue. I had a blue beret, a<BR>
blue scarf, a blue coat and bright blue, wool pants. Even the sunglasses I wore had a<BR>
tint of blue in them. I looked like a paper doll cut right out of the sky. From my<BR>
experience, idiocy is half of any New Age religious phenomenon. So I had the right<BR>
costume.<BR>
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She opened the door and looked at me, and then had to look again. She blinked,<BR>
thick, black lashes, gnashing like the teeth of a trap. My heart quivered. She said,<BR>
"Can I help you?" and right off I had to restrain the urge to tell her just how much she<BR>
could.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle10">
She was even better in real life than she was on television. Maybe she was exuding<BR>
some kind of pheromone or something.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
I took a deep breath, and the curtain went up on Act One.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
"Annataszia Killyan-Bullock," I said, slowly, taking nothing for granted. Annataszia<BR>
had never seemed that bright in her interviews on television, so I figured I had to make<BR>
sure I covered every little detail: make sure she knew I knew who I was talking to.<BR>
"You don't know me, but I feel like I've known you forever."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle10">
Immediately she started to close the door. She'd obviously had contact with my<BR>
kind of admirer before. Or at least she thought she had.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"I have a message from your husband," I said.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle10">
"My husband is dead," she said. There was barely enough space left in the<BR>
doorway to see her face through, and that space was closing up fast...<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle11">
"I know that," I blurted. I dramatically tore the sunglasses off my face, revealing my<BR>
serious eyes. Is it just me, or does a wandering eye make you think of psychic abilities<BR>
too? "If your husband were still alive, he'd probably be sending his chauffeur to give<BR>
you a message. As it is, he needs to go to some extremes to get word through now."<BR>
You know what I kept thinking about while I was saying that? The midget, psychic<BR>
lady from <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle5">Poltergeist</SPAN>: Zelda, or is it Tangina? Sometimes I get actors and their<BR>
characters confused.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle10">
The door had stopped closing. There was a pause then, so I went on. I had to<BR>
sound as convincing as possible as quickly as possible.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle6">
"His spirit won't rest. He says there's too much he needs to say to you that he<BR>
never had a chance to. Every time I try to contact the spirit world for another client, his<BR>
is the only one I get. He's very restless. He needs to talk with you."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle6">
Annataszia seemed unsure. A thoughtful frown played on her heavy, pouting lips.<BR>
Deep thought was an alien look on her face, but oh, what lips! I nearly got lost in a<BR>
fantasy about them right then.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
Maybe a trifle quick, I played my trump card. I said, "I understand. For some<BR>
people it's hard to accept. Some people have trouble believing. Ray thought you might<BR>
be a little reluctant to let me in, so he told me to use his name for you. Sugar-snatch." I<BR>
tried mightily to play it straight, but I think I blushed anyway. It made no difference, in<BR>
fact, it may have helped.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
Annataszia was motionless for a second. She got all weepy looking in the eyes.<BR>
"Oh," she said, her voice, sexy and vulnerable with a little quiver. "Oh. It is Ray." She<BR>
opened the door wide and stepped back to allow me unobstructed entry. "Come in!<BR>
Come in!"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
I went in. One step into the promised land.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
"Where can we perform a seance?" I asked. I wanted to seem as business<BR>
oriented as possible. "We'll need a wooden table. No metal. Metal interferes with the<BR>
channeling. And we should do it in a room that was familiar to the departed. An<BR>
intimate setting." Subtle.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
"I know the place," said Annataszia excitedly. She went click, click, click over the<BR>
checked tiles of the entry hall in her stiletto heels. I followed her, watching her ass,<BR>
hypnotically swaying, like a pocketwatch on the end of a chain. She was wearing a<BR>
short, short skirt that was as tight as a coat of paint, and there were no panty lines<BR>
showing through it, be still my heart! I wondered if I had the patience to play it all out.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
She took me to the den. It was a warm room, dark red colored and accented with<BR>
oak and gold. There were two, high-backed, wing chairs on either side of a round<BR>
table on which an Oriental-looking tea service rested. On the wall behind the table was<BR>
an ivory tusk into which a parade of tail-to-trunk linked elephants had been carved.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
"This was his favorite room," Annataszia said. She seemed momentarily caught in<BR>
the grip of memory. Dreamily, her voice made the words, "I remember the times we<BR>
had here." And for a second I thought <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle5">I </SPAN>could remember those times. Her, balanced<BR>
on the ottoman, perched on the edge of the bookshelf, bent over the back of one of<BR>
those chairs...<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle10">
"This is a good place," I said. "I can sense all kinds of positive energies in this<BR>
room. My crystals are tingling!"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
Annataszia looked delighted. She clapped her hands. My crystals <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle5">were </SPAN>tingling.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
"Let's begin at once," I said. I took a seat on one side of the table and waved for<BR>
her to occupy the other. The way she sat down, with her hands tugging at the hemline<BR>
of her skirt so it wouldn't hitch up; the way she so slowly and deliberately crossed her<BR>
legs. <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle5">Oh... my... God.<BR>
</SPAN>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
I put my hands flat down on the table and splayed my fingers out. "Join me," I said.<BR>
"Put your hands on the table too. Arrange your fingers so they just barely touch the tips<BR>
of mine." She did that. "We must achieve serenity," I said. "We must create a peace<BR>
between us, so that the turbulence of the land of the living can be crossed by your dear<BR>
Raymond."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
I looked into those eyes. Those sparkling spheres. And saw trust.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"Ommmm," I said.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle10">
"Ommmm," she said. She made the sound way back, deep in her throat. I liked<BR>
that sound quite a bit.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"You've done this before," I said, coy; over-sincere.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
Annataszia nodded.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"Ommmm."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
I closed my eyes, and counted one hundred to myself. "Ommm," I whispered.<BR>
Then I was silent for another count of twenty. At the end of twenty I snatched my<BR>
hands up from the table, clawed at empty air with them, and shuddered with my whole<BR>
body.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
I breathed, hoarsely, "It's happening!"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"Oh!" said Annataszia.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
I convulsed again, laid still; counted to ten.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
Then: I opened my eyes. I sat up straight. I set my cross-bit jaw so my teeth were<BR>
overlapping at the side. It was an expression I knew Annataszia would recognize,<BR>
whether it came from Ray's face, or mine, or our father's. It is the one unmistakable<BR>
trait of our family. "Annataszia," I said. "It's me. Ray."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle10">
"Oh," she gasped. She recognized the look. Her mouth made a perfect ring of<BR>
surprise. Oh, indeed!<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle10">
"I worry about you, dear. I worry about you so much. Perhaps I never made it<BR>
that clear to you when I was living, but I love you."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"Oh!"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle11">
"I worry about you so much: a young, beautiful, rich widow. So innocent and so<BR>
naive. Away from me now, and alone in an abusive world full of gigolos and users, with<BR>
no one to provide for you and protect you." That's how Ray had handled all of his<BR>
relationships with girls. He was their gallant knight. Their savior. "You've got to be<BR>
careful, my dear. There are men in this world who would seek to take advantage of<BR>
you." There are only two kinds of people who speak that way: dead people, and the<BR>
psychics who talk for them. I felt confident in my act.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle10">
"Oh, Ray. I miss you too," said Annataszia. "My nights have been so lonely.<BR>
Sometimes I wake up crying out your name."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
"There, there," I said. I patted the top of her hand, testing her for resistance to my<BR>
touch. There was none. "You're not alone now. I'm right here. The body you see<BR>
before you may be different, but the soul inside is the same." Then for the awkward<BR>
part. I gave a long pause, full of quiet sympathy, and then I said, "Lean forward.<BR>
Come across this table so that I can remember, and savor, the taste of your lips."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
"Oh, Ray," Annataszia giggled. But she did it. She leaned towards me, and her<BR>
white, silk blouse came apart a little at the lowest buttoned button as she did. I got a<BR>
quick peek at smooth, naked, firm breasts as I leaned in the remainder of the distance<BR>
to that kiss.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle6">
She tasted succulent and red. Cherries and apples and roses. And with her flesh<BR>
suddenly close, right beneath my nose, I was filled up with the smell of her too:<BR>
<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle5">Killyan...<BR>
</SPAN>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle6">
I made sure to kiss her passionately, like a man who had died and was starved for<BR>
sensual contact in his state of phantom spirituality. My whole focus -- my whole world,<BR>
was just the point where our lips touched.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle6">
When she parted from me, and sat back in her chair again, I was mad with desire.<BR>
I wanted to sweep the tea service off the table and have her right then and there. I<BR>
could hear my heartbeat in my ears, and feel my pulse in my pants.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle6">
I licked my lips. There was still a lingering taste of her there. "You tease," I said. I<BR>
was out of breath. "You are almost too much for this poor soul to bear. Why do you<BR>
back away from me?"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
"I can't," she said. It was awkward for her. She struggled for words. "I --"<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
"Is it this stranger's body that prevents you from loving me?" I slumped forward<BR>
and held my face in my hands; exasperated. "Is not the power of my will, by which I<BR>
have again made myself manifest, enough to win your love? Have I journeyed from the<BR>
netherworld to be with you, only to face rejection because of the material vessel I<BR>
occupy?" I even conjured a tear.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle6">
"Oh, Ray," she said. "No." She got up and came over to me. She turned the chair<BR>
I sat in away from the table, so I was facing her, and knelt before me, taking my hands<BR>
in hers. "It's you I love, Ray. Your life. Your spirit."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
"Then please," I said. "Before my concentration wanes, and I fly away, join with<BR>
me. And let me remember what the pleasures of being with you were like."<BR>
Overdone? You bet! I can't do it justice with mere words. It was the last line of<BR>
magic-seduction-mantra I spoke that day.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle11">
She let me undo the remaining buttons of her blouse, and slip the material down off<BR>
of her shoulders. I was careful to make every touch seem like a miracle for me: like I<BR>
really was a dead man, adrift in his memories of love. I caressed her like she was a<BR>
sacred relic. I fondled her like she was a jewel. Her body responded with shivers and<BR>
goosebumps. She was uneasy. I could sense her tension. But underneath it, I could<BR>
also feel her excitement. It was something new for her. Something kinky. A cold<BR>
touch of the forbidden, but she was warming to it.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
As she was on her knees, I too got down on my knees, sliding out of my chair, and<BR>
coming down, eye to eye with her, all the while continuing to touch her, light, light, soft,<BR>
soft. Reverent. Then I kissed her: on the lips, on the throat; and wrapped her up, like<BR>
she was a gift; my arms and fingers were ribbons and bows. I ran my hands up into her<BR>
hair and savored the glossy smooth texture of it.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle4">
Even up to then, she had made no movement to indicate she would return my<BR>
affection. She had only allowed me to do what I would without resistance. It took<BR>
quite some time before her attitude changed. Don't get me wrong here. I was going to<BR>
have her, by that time, one way or the other; whether she got into the spirit of the<BR>
occasion or not, but such was my desire to win her over with the skill of my lovemaking<BR>
that I took extra special care -- attentive and patient -- with her that first time, hoping to<BR>
get a response from her. Up until the moment when her appetite was sufficiently roused<BR>
to cause participation, I had nibbled at her with my mouth and fingers; gentle and<BR>
encouraging. Teasing her lips and her ears and her nipples. Tickling her along her<BR>
shoulders and arms.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
Then the magic happened. She sighed, a satisfied sigh, and arched her back, and<BR>
all over her body stiffened, so that she was suddenly like the carved idol I was treating<BR>
her as. She whispered my brother's name, "Ray." And then my nibbling was done.<BR>
Then I was devouring her.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
Our bodies tumbled and twined together like blankets and bedsheets. We were<BR>
like pure, liquid love; no skeleton or physical form to inhibit us. I ripped her skirt to<BR>
shreds in my haste to be at her, and she popped the buttons and zippers on my<BR>
garments as well. When, at last we were both totally naked, there was not the slightest<BR>
lessening of the frenzy that was upon us. We were both insane for pleasure.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle7">
I had never engaged in the act of giving a woman cunniligus, but I had a taste to do<BR>
it just then. I spread her with my fingers and probed into her with my tongue, and<BR>
sealed a violently passionate kiss between the lips of my mouth and her vagina. On the<BR>
receiving end of pleasure, I, likewise, felt her, warm and wet, suckling me. We rolled<BR>
and crashed against each other, like waves on a shoreline, and we continued until our<BR>
bodies were sore from the awkward position. Then I reversed, mounted her, and<BR>
plunged myself, like a sword into a sheath, and she fit me like that too: tight and precise.<BR>
Like she was made to contain me.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle1">
Neither of us was in the mood for soft or slow just then. Our use of technique had<BR>
vanished. All thoughts of patience were gone; replaced with urgent need. We<BR>
pumped, and bumped, and jostled. Her subtle, quiet sighs were abandoned for more<BR>
expressive grunts and moans. It was no longer love we were making, it was sex.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
We made it to perfection.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle10">
We built it up to the peak of achievement, and shuddered and screamed as we<BR>
understood it in all its glory. And then it exploded.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle6">
Mere seconds and it was gone: wasted. If ever to be seen again we should have to<BR>
start over from scratch. We were somehow both sad and satisfied all at once. We<BR>
were sweaty and radiant from our efforts.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle10">
"Ray," she said, and I knew it was exactly the way she <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle5">really</SPAN> said his name. She<BR>
pillowed her head on my chest and slept.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
There was never a moment's worth of regret.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle0">
*<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle6">
In the aftermath, "Ray" told Annataszia she would need to keep his messenger<BR>
close at hand. "A messenger as psychically talented as that is a hard thing to find," said<BR>
Ray. "They only come along once every millennium."<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle9">
Through his messenger, using his messenger's body, he could keep her close, and<BR>
keep guard of her, and still have at least a ghost of the love they shared. Also through<BR>
his messenger, he would still be able to manipulate his investments and make sure she<BR>
was financially provided for. She bought that. Remember that third word I'd used to<BR>
describe Annataszia? Stupid? God, you have to love her.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle11">
It's funny how things work out sometimes. One day, you're bagging groceries at<BR>
the corner market, and struggling by night to make it as an actor; taking parts for<BR>
nothing at the community theater. Then, the right part comes along, and bang! the next<BR>
day, you're living in a mansion in San Diego with a bedroom view of the Pacific,<BR>
sleeping with the eighth hottest babe in the world, and controlling the workings of a<BR>
Fortune 500 company. Of course, I owe it all to my brother. Kind of. In a way.<BR>
After all, I'm the man he turned out to be, right?<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
Am I cruel and insensitive? Probably.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
Do I lose any sleep over that? No.<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
<BR>
</DIV>
<DIV CLASS="parastyle2">
Am I lucky? No. My brother was the lucky one. I'm good.<BR>
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The Widows Severe (I)<BR>
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Lon T. Ryden<BR>
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I heard voices very clearly. They were hushed, quiet voices; whispered words, soft<BR>
and sibilant in the mouths of people wary of eavesdroppers like myself.<BR>
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"Do you think he suspects?" I heard one voice ask. Such a nice voice it was. It<BR>
was like leaves carried on an autumn breeze, the soft lappings of a gentle lake. It was a<BR>
soothing voice, a familiar voice: my wife's voice.<BR>
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"No child. He trusts you completely. He has no reason to be suspicious of your<BR>
innocence or devotion. His soul is naked before you, vulnerable and without guard."<BR>
This voice was not so pleasant. It was like a chorus of snakes hissing in a cave. Quite<BR>
suddenly, I had chills. My flesh stood, stiff and pebbled.<BR>
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They were talking about me. I knew that. Knew in that positive no-need-for-<BR>
verification way that I knew my own name and phone number.<BR>
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I wanted to get closer to the whispering conspirators, but it was completely lightless<BR>
where I was. There was nothing by which to gauge my movements or progress. Out<BR>
of that pitch blackness, there suddenly spoke another voice.<BR>
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This speaker had a distinctly shattered tone, as though the words were being forged<BR>
in a broken larynx and forced up through a throat full of glass splinters. I had the<BR>
impression that speaking was a difficult thing for this person to do -- an activity<BR>
associated with pain. The three words that were finally coughed out came scratching at<BR>
my ears like thorns and prickers scratching at my arms.<BR>
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"Quiet. Someone's. Coming."<BR>
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My heart stopped beating.<BR>
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And then there was dim light before my eyes. Dim light falling on a landscape of<BR>
ghost-white sheets and pillow cases, and where my wife's head should've lay, on the<BR>
pillow next to me, there was only a shadow-filled indentation. An irrational panic<BR>
seized me. I sat bolt upright and fumbled for the lamp on the night stand.<BR>
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Click, and there was light, but the bedroom was empty excepting the furniture, and<BR>
I felt my fear growing. I called out, "Cassie?" but my throat was dry and it was really<BR>
no more than a hoarse gasp.<BR>
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I sprang out of bed then, paying no mind to my nakedness. In an instant I was at<BR>
the door of the bedroom, flinging it wide and entering the hall beyond, where I nearly<BR>
trampled my wide-eyed wife.<BR>
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Her face was a portrait of concern.<BR>
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"Honey, is there something wrong?"<BR>
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I wrapped her up in my arms and she returned the embrace. I held her in silence<BR>
for a moment, relishing the feeling of her hair on my cheek and neck, and the warm<BR>
tickle of her breath on my shoulder, and the smoothness of her silk pajamas.<BR>
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"What is it? What's wrong?" she asked again. Was it my imagination, or did she<BR>
seem stiff and distanced?<BR>
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"I had a bad dream," I said. I felt childish; a little boy running for the protection of<BR>
his mother's skirts. "I woke up and you weren't there..." I was grabbing at straws,<BR>
trying to justify my behavior. "I got worried." My words were small.<BR>
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She was tense. Her hug was still warm and tight, but suddenly she felt like wood.<BR>
"Tell me about it," she said, and there was something masquerading as sympathy there,<BR>
behind those words -- something I'd never heard in her voice before.<BR>
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Do you think he suspects?<BR>
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Goosebumps began to rise from the flesh of my back. She stroked over them with<BR>
her hands.<BR>
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"You're cold," she said. "Let's get back into bed and warm you up." And she was<BR>
leading me by the hand back into the bedroom. Now her voice was back to being the<BR>
sweet and soothing sound I had come to love. She climbed into bed. "Sometimes it<BR>
helps to talk about it," she said, adjusting her pillow. "Sometimes it helps to get dreams<BR>
out in the open and let the light shine on them. Tell me about it." She patted the bed<BR>
beside her, beckoning me come.<BR>
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There were words right on the edge of my lips, just a flip of the tongue from coming<BR>
out...<BR>
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<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle8">Do you think he suspects?<BR>
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...but something stopped me from saying them. I swallowed them instead. I had to<BR>
swallow hard. I could tell they would not sit well in my stomach.<BR>
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"I," I said, and then repeated the syllable once more for good measure, "I... It's<BR>
nothing. It's stupid. Where were you though?"<BR>
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"I was having trouble sleeping. I went to make myself a cup of tea. That helps me<BR>
sometimes. The warmness, I think, is what does it." She had me fixed in a very serious<BR>
look. "Are you going to be okay? Would you like me to make you some tea too?"<BR>
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I nodded. "I'll be fine. No tea, thanks."<BR>
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She surveyed me for a few seconds more, with her serious eyes, then reached to<BR>
the night stand and turned out the light. In the dark, she rolled up to me and held me<BR>
and let my shoulder pillow her head. It took just a couple of minutes for her to fall<BR>
asleep. I could tell by the regular rhythm of her breathing. The tea certainly seemed to<BR>
have helped her.<BR>
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I could not sleep. My mind was alert and nervous -- filled to bursting with<BR>
senseless thinkings.<BR>
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I thought about my dreams.<BR>
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Now I know that all people dream. All people, as they slumber, drift through<BR>
different phases of sleep, and experience rapid eye movement and the like. And during<BR>
that time, I know the subconscious mind plays all manner of imaginings and<BR>
hallucinations and memories. People, places and things, all come, floating and vague,<BR>
like vapors off the simmering cauldron of our restless mind. I know that all people<BR>
dream. Those that claim they do not dream, dream just the same; they just don't<BR>
remember. Their dreams fade in the light of day, become pale in contrast to the<BR>
concerns of the real and waking world, and are forgotten.<BR>
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I use to forget my dreams.<BR>
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But things changed when I married Cassie. Since being married I have<BR>
remembered many dreams, most of them nightmares.<BR>
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Laying in the dark, staring at the ceiling, my stomach a knot, I thought of the day I'd<BR>
married Cassie. I thought of her soft, warm body in my arms. And then with startling<BR>
clarity a thought came to me: <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle8">He suspects now.<BR>
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*<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle10">*</SPAN><SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle11">*</SPAN><BR>
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On my wedding day, at the reception, surrounded on all sides by friends and<BR>
relatives and loved ones, I met a man that I had never met before, and have never seen<BR>
since.<BR>
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Cassie was dancing with my little brother, Jason, who had just turned twelve, the<BR>
baby of my family. Jason was blushing furiously, embarrassed both by close contact<BR>
with a girl and from being the center of everyone's attention. Everyone had either an<BR>
"oh," or a laugh on their lips. It was a real Kodak moment. I remember that moment<BR>
as one of the truly golden ones of my life.<BR>
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And then there was a tap on my arm and I turned around and found myself facing a<BR>
grizzled old man in a threadbare gray suit, the sleeves and legs of which fell short on his<BR>
thin, weathered limbs. The moment of my encounter with him will always be with me<BR>
also; as one of the most disturbing of my life.<BR>
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The old man said, "She's a real beauty, she is." He was talking about Cassie. He<BR>
pointed in her direction with a finger bent by swollen knuckles.<BR>
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"Yes," I said, "she is." I was full of pride.<BR>
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"Looks a lot like her grandmother, that one. Got her grandma's eyes, that's for<BR>
sure. That blue like cold water."<BR>
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"Ah," I said. I had been wondering how the man had come to be there. "You must<BR>
be one of my new in-laws then." I shook his hand. " I am glad to meet you. Cassie<BR>
told me most of her family had died."<BR>
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"Oh no," he said, laughing. "I'm not a Severe. Oh, for sakes, no."<BR>
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"Well, a close friend of the family then. No matter, I am still pleased to meet you."<BR>
I shook his hand again.<BR>
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"Well now, I wouldn't exactly call myself a friend either. An acquaintance maybe.<BR>
But my ties with the Severes are long broken now. My brother... he married<BR>
Cassandra's grandmother, Marrianna." There was something dreadful and menacing<BR>
about the way he said that. "He was only married for three weeks, though. They were<BR>
living in an apartment then, the two of them. My brother was building their future home.<BR>
Doing most of the work himself. I helped out a little, here and there, but only a little: I<BR>
never had talent with my hands."<BR>
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I wanted to find a polite way to excuse myself, but I couldn't. I said, "What<BR>
happened?" knowing I would regret asking, but knowing I would feel worse if I turned<BR>
this wretched man away without first hearing his story.<BR>
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"He fell off the roof. Landed on a hammer. Shattered his back. The doctor said<BR>
death was probably instantaneous. He never knew what hit him. Hell of a way to go,<BR>
eh?"<BR>
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"That's terrible," I said, using words of sympathy without feeling it.<BR>
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"Yes. Oh, for sakes, my family, we were so grieved by the tragedy. Especially<BR>
when we later learned that Marrianna was pregnant with his child. Nothing tears at the<BR>
heart like a young widow with a baby, you know? She was a courageous mother, but<BR>
it was still kind of pitiful. Kind of sad. A kid needs a father, you know what I'm<BR>
saying?" The old man was scratching at his chin, reflecting on his memories. His fingers<BR>
made a withered, sandy noise against his dry, stubbly skin. I thought he was probably<BR>
done with his story, so I backed a step away, hoping for a quick, clean separation, but<BR>
I didn't quite put enough distance between us. "Mary never would accept any help<BR>
from any of my family. She had a lot of pride. She was a strong woman, I'll give her<BR>
that much. My mother, and her sister, my aunt that is, offered to help her out on many<BR>
occasions, but Mary wouldn't have any of it. She was an outsider, a loner; everything<BR>
she did, she did on her own. We never really knew much about her after Daryl died.<BR>
We kept tabs on her, but that was about all really."<BR>
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"I'm sorry," I said. I didn't know what else to say. I was getting to feel very<BR>
uncomfortable. I wanted the song Cassie and Jason were dancing to to end so I would<BR>
have a reason to leave and rejoin her.<BR>
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"Oh, for sakes, no need for apologies," the old man waved his hands dismissively.<BR>
"That's all ancient history now. No matter, any of that. Even by herself, Mary did just<BR>
fine raising Elizabeth. I saw them in town every now and again, the two of them<BR>
walking, hand in hand, pretty as a picture, they were. I saw Elizabeth married too, you<BR>
know."<BR>
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"No, I didn't know that."<BR>
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"She made a young widow too. She and her husband were only married a year<BR>
and four months. He never saw the birth of his daughter either."<BR>
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Finally the song was ending. I said, "Looks like one of our songs is coming up," by<BR>
way of excusing myself and made to leave. I thought because of the increasing distance<BR>
between us that I probably mis-heard the old man's parting words:<BR>
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"And way back, Cassandra's great grandmother, she was a widow too."<BR>
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So I cast one more glance back at him. I said, "I beg your pardon?"<BR>
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"The Three Widows Severe, boy. It's their way. Don't you be in any hurry to<BR>
make number four."<BR>
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And like I said, I never saw him again.<BR>
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*<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle10">*</SPAN><SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle11">*</SPAN><BR>
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The day Cassie and I moved into our house is another one high up on my list of<BR>
fond memories. It seemed to me to be the finishing touch on the project of my success.<BR>
Thirty-four years old, I had a career as a future partner in my law firm, I was making a<BR>
six digit salary, I had my health, I had the singular most beautiful woman in Western<BR>
Civilization for a wife, I had a Mercedes, and now, I had my house. The only things<BR>
missing were children and a good dog. The children would come (children are a natural<BR>
by-product of being married to the most beautiful woman in Western Civilization). The<BR>
dog was another situation all together. Cassie preferred cats; cats and birds and<BR>
rodents. Rats, mind you, were fine, but dogs were out of the question. Still, even<BR>
minus the dog I dreamed of someday having, I was happy.<BR>
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I remember unlocking that big white door with the brass knob and door-knocker<BR>
and the three diagonal beveled-glass windows, and stepping into the room beyond, and<BR>
it was like the beginning of a whole new life. Here was a perfect space, empty and<BR>
waiting. Waiting for me to fill it with my things, my family, and good memories. I took<BR>
a couple of minutes there at the threshold, mostly excited, slightly overwhelmed, to<BR>
explore the magical feeling of the moment. The sense of personal history in the making<BR>
was so powerful, I thought I might cry.<BR>
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Cassandra was right behind me. She had to crane her neck to get a look over my<BR>
shoulder. "What's the matter?" she asked.<BR>
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"Nothing," I said. "There's nothing wrong at all. It's perfect. It's beautiful."<BR>
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"Are we going to go inside sometime?"<BR>
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"Of course," I said. I made to step aside but thought better of it. Instead, I swept<BR>
my Cassie up in my arms and carried her into our new home. She giggled like a little<BR>
girl.<BR>
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We walked through the house together, hand in hand, marveling at what we had.<BR>
Cassandra laid plans out, as to what would go where, in perfect detail as we toured<BR>
each room, and then upon completing our circuit of all the rooms and returning to the<BR>
living room, I laid her out on the floor and made love to her in the light of a golden<BR>
sunset that came shining in through the picture windows that lined the west wall. I had<BR>
found my heaven on earth.<BR>
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But as vividly as I can recall that first day in this house... I can remember that first<BR>
night even better. It was the first time I had a nightmare about the watchers. At first, I<BR>
was in a stormy sea, the color of steel. The swells were of truly colossal nature, fifty to<BR>
sixty feet high. I rode them helplessly, just barely able to keep my head up. My<BR>
endurance was flagging. The water was cold. The great liquid roller coaster was<BR>
relentless. And there was no sign of land anywhere.<BR>
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I remember having thought that I was surely doomed to die, but that in itself was<BR>
not a scary thing to contemplate; in fact, I found it oddly comforting. Perhaps the<BR>
comfort was in knowing that my suffering would shortly be coming to an end.<BR>
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I slipped below the surface, once, then a second time, coughed on briny water, and<BR>
then saw, in the distance, a ship. It was moving towards me.<BR>
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At first I thought the craft appeared black because of the distance between me and<BR>
it, but as it got closer I saw that it was indeed, entirely black, and the intensity of its<BR>
blackness prevented me from making out any details on the hull or deck of it.<BR>
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And it got closer and closer.<BR>
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And the cold of the water was nothing compared to the cold of the dread that I felt<BR>
rising in my heart as that ship came for me.<BR>
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Nets were lowered from the ship, and hitting the water they spread their rope<BR>
tentacles wide. I was snared in the mesh like a tuna, and pulled from the water.<BR>
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...and set down in my bedroom; my new bedroom in my new house, and Cassie<BR>
was there. She was shocked to see me in the state I was in, soaked and chilled to the<BR>
bone, my clothes dripping. Her lips moved but no sound came out. She came to me<BR>
and began to undress me. I saw that outside the bedroom window it was night, and<BR>
floating in that night were three pairs of eyes. Icy blue eyes, like Cassie's. They<BR>
watched with great interest as Cassie first stripped me to my underwear and then<BR>
wrapped me in blankets. All the while she seemed to speak, but I heard nothing. She<BR>
caressed my forehead.<BR>
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I was warming rather quickly; feeling was returning to my fingers and my toes, and<BR>
they burned painful hot. But even as some parts of my body were just beginning to<BR>
thaw, others were warm already, as though heated by fire. I wanted very desperately<BR>
to make love to Cassie just then, and I could see in her eyes that she knew this. She<BR>
reached inside the blankets with one hand and I felt that hand slip under the waist-band<BR>
of my shorts. She fondled me. I stiffened. A soft, pleasured gasp slipped from my<BR>
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Cassie was looking me straight in the face. In her eyes I saw raw, unsorted<BR>
emotions -- confusion. Her mouth was a tiny, thoughtful frown. Somehow, through the<BR>
pain, I felt her hand leaving me. When she pulled that hand out of the blankets it was<BR>
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Cassie held one finger from her clean hand up to her lips as though to shush me.<BR>
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Hundreds of tiny babies, each one probably no bigger than a ball bearing, yet I<BR>
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of malice. She began to inhale and I realized the air was being sucked from me. I had<BR>
a brief vision of my lungs collapsing like tubes of toothpaste whose contents were being<BR>
squeezed out. Darkness was coming to greet my wide and staring eyes. The last thing<BR>
I saw was the window behind which sat the three watchers. The last thing I heard was<BR>
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"Raping Amanda Bynes and Avril Lavigne"
Copyright Dave Haugen 2002
MM/ff rape humiliation celeb toys
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Chapter 7
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Waking up with a long yawn, it took me a few seconds to
realize exactly where I was. With disbelief, my eyes
registered that it was three o clock in the afternoon
already...we had slept for over two hours! Yeah, some
good quality orgasms will do that to my afternoon naps.
Next to me, sweet tiny Amanda lay completely still, fast
asleep. I stroked her hair gently in my fingertips as I
watched her adorable little face completely at peace. I
wondered if her dreams were as peaceful as she appeared
to be.
Duke's dreams were certainly not peaceful. My big buddy
was fast asleep on the floor, legs kicking away as he
slept. He must be chasing rabbits right now, I thought
to myself. Either that, or he's fucking the hell out of
some tight assed pop star. Oh yeah, he already did that
in his waking state, I chuckled to myself.
Getting up slowly so as not to disturb Amanda's sleep, I
climbed off the bed to check on my little Canadian, tied
up and fast asleep on the floor. Avril was in a deep
slumber, her body certainly attempting to recuperate
from the trauma it had just suffered in having a huge
Mastiff pounding its tiny sex organs. I'm so glad I
caught that on tape for posterity. It would provide
good jerk off material for a lifetime!
Kneeling down for a closer look, I noticed the copious
amounts of thick, clear, congealed doggie sperm that was
matted to Avril's pussy lips, and that had leaked down
her thighs and ass while she slept on the sleeping bag
below her. Man, that was a disgusting sight. If only I
could make Avril eat herself out, that would be great.
Oh well, I'd have to play the ol' finger to mouth
transfer game I suppose. I assumed that there was still
a ton of congealed goop inside Avril's dogsperm filled
pussy, and I'd have to make her eat that too, just for
fun. My fun, not hers.
Before waking my little toys up, I decided to call Steve
to see what time he would be arriving tomorrow as
planned, however there was no answer. I was curious to
see how the media was reacting to all this, and I knew
that Steve would bring me all the papers from the last
few days so I could catch up. The plan was to safely
release the two girls after our fun, and to hopefully
walk away from this unscathed.
I made a few sandwiches for lunch, and brought them out
for everyone to enjoy. I woke Amanda up first, and as
usual, she awoke with a startled, afraid expression on
her face, however, I managed to calm her down by
repromising that she could avoid being raped by simply
cooperating. I untied her and we shared a long drawn
out kiss, although Amanda still wasn't putting any
effort into it at all, however, she wasn't stopping me
either. As Avril slept, Amanda and I ate our lunch, and
I went over the game plan for the next few hours,
outlining in detail all the nasty things I had planned
for Avril. I saved a few surprises from her of course,
but Amanda was still very well aware of how busy she and
Avril were going to be as the late afternoon wore on.
The nice thing was that Amanda didn't hesitate at all to
disagreeing with the things I wanted her to do to Avril.
I believe that she was in total self-defense mode,
completely looking out for number one. And that was
fine with me, because that meant having a perfectly
willing, if inexperienced, little dominatrix on my side.
In actuality, I knew that if I had switched the roles
around, Avril would most likely be going ape-shit on
Amanda's ass for revenge of all the nasty things that
Amanda never had to do. I loved toying with Avril's hot
temper, and I was really going to be pushing things this
afternoon.
All excited and ready to go, I woke Avril up by swatting
her with my belt, right over her tight little ass. She
awoke with a scream, which also awoke Duke, who waddled
off into the other room for some peace and quiet.
"Rise and shine!" I said merrily as Avril wriggled
around in her bonds, now fully awake from the pain
sensors in her ass shooting nervous signals up into her
brain. "Amanda and I aren't in the mood to watch you
sleep all day sleepyhead, we're in the mood for some
play, right Amanda?"
Amanda nodded as she started to untie Avril. Before
Avril could move, I forced Amanda to start digging her
fingers into Avril's filthy pussy to scoop out some of
the now jelly-like dog sperm that was slopped inside
her. Avril started to put up a fight, but four well
placed fingers of mine on her still sore nipples stopped
the wiggling.
"No don't!!!! I'm too sore there, please!!!" Avril
begged as she breathed heavily in and out at the fingers
that were now all over her.
"Hurts huh? Well it will hurt a helluva lot more cunt,
if you keep fighting us. Don't you get it slut? I can
do whatever the fuck I want to you anyway, so why fight
it and make it worse? Because believe me, you haven't
seen worse yet." I explained.
Avril pouted, and sat still as Amanda scooped a whole
handful of dog sperm into her dainty little hands. God
that was disgusting! It looked like clear mushy tapioca
pudding. I'm glad I wouldn't have to eat that filth.
"Ok Avril, YOU made the mess, so now YOU are going to
have to clean it up." I said happily to Avril. "Suck it
all off of Amanda's fingers and swallow it. NOW!" I
said.
Without arguing, Avril submissively did as she was told.
At one point she retched a bit, but she managed to
swallow it all down. For the next ten minutes, I had
Amanda transferring that dog slime from Avril's pussy to
her mouth until I was convinced that she did a
commendable job in cleaning it all up. The look on
Avril's face was priceless as she thought of how filthy
her body felt all over.
"Man Avril, you are one filthy mess. I think you need a
good deep cleaning, inside and out! To the shower,
girls!" I announced like some sadistic marine sergeant.
Following both girls into the bathroom, I had Avril lay
on the bottom of the tub, with her legs and feet up on
either side of it. I grabbed a shower head attachment
that looked like a hollow vibrator with holes all over
its sides. Taking my time, I worked the one and a half
inch thick attachment up into Avril until I was
convinced that it wouldn't go up any further. Avril was
perceptively watching me, knowing full well what was
about to happen, and I thought it was so cute how she
gave the following request to me.
"Please mister, don't use cold water, please." begged
Avril as I moved my hand towards the taps.
"Tell you what slut. Since I'm such a nice guy, if you
give me a nice long passionate kiss and whisper sweet
nothings in my ear, I'll douche your pussy out with some
nice warm water, how's that?"
Avril looked really pissed, as the last thing she wanted
to do was to show any affection towards the man whose
guts she hated so much right now. But in her broken
state, and her desire to feel somehow cleansed, she
nodded in agreement.
"Atta girl. Mmmmm, I can't wait to see and hear just
how much you love me Avril. But we gotta take care of
your rank mouth right now, there is no fucking way I am
sticking my tongue into that doggy sperm filled hole!
Amanda, grab a toothbrush and toothpaste for me."
Using a ton of toothpaste, I spent a good ten minutes
scrubbing the insides of Avril's mouth out until I knew
without any shadow of a doubt that it was squeaky clean.
Every square inch of her gums, teeth, lips, cheeks and
tongue. And just to be on the safe side, I made her
gargle several mouthfuls of antibacterial Scope. Don't
get me wrong, I love Duke and all, but that love has its
limits. :)
"Okay slut, you're now clean enough and presentable
enough to kiss me. So do it, and if I detect that you
don't mean what you're telling me, I'll fucking scald
the shit out of your pussy with hot water. I MEAN IT
BITCH!!!"
Avril nodded frantically with fear, knowing full well
that I was a man of my word. Good. Now for some nice
tender loving care from Miss Lavigne to me. Ahhh, life
was good.
Avril sat up and began to kiss me as though we had been
going steady for three years. Her tongue sought out
mine, and we had a nice long passionate kiss, with lots
of oral action. I then listened as Avril whispered some
silly lines about how much she loved me in my ear,
knowing full well that she would have jammed a knife in
my back had there been one there.
"Mmmmm, nice work slut! I knew you loved me!" I said as
I winked at her, and licked the side of her face from
chin to temple. Avril shivered and pulled away from me
in disgust, horrified by the forced intimacy she had
just given me. Little did she know that her morning
experience was going to be a thousand more times
pleasureable than what I had in store for her.
With great skill, I turned on both the hot and cold
knobs on the shower to a nice lukewarm temperature. The
sheer force of the water came powering up Avril's
stretched open cunt, and immediately poured out between
her legs. Avril started to panic, as it must not have
been as pleasureable as she thought it would be to have
a geyser erupting up her most personal of channels. She
bitched and cursed the water out, but she took it for
the next five minutes. Finally, I yanked the shower
head out of her pussy and hosed down the rest of her
body.
"Get on your hands and knees slut." I said, and
instantly, Avril complied. I decided that just for fun,
I wanted to see what would happen if I jammed the tube
up Avril's asshole. I shut the water down first, and
then I proceeded to touch the end of it to Avril's cute
but swollen sphincter.
"Nooooo!!!! Not there!!!!! It fucking hurts!!!" Avril
blurted out, and I had to hold her down in the doggie
style position. Man, she sure as hell didn't like
having her asshole touched. Well today, she was going
to get her first cock up there, courtesy of yours truly.
I wanted to get it clean though, I didn't think it would
be much fun to make things too dirty for my cock, after
all, he's been so good to me.
"Hold fucking still cunt!!" I said as I swatted her ass
a dozen times before the pain finally caused her to stop
squirming. Once she held her position, I had Amanda
dribble a ton of saliva all over the shower head so that
I could properly lubricate it to cram up Avril's ass.
Sadly, the tube was just too big, and Avril's tiny
little hole wouldn't budge. Fuck that was going to feel
great, wrapped around my big cock. But first thing was
first.
"Ok Amanda, get me the thin attachment, we'll use that
one first." I said as Amanda quickly returned with a
small, one inch thick attachment, similar in shape to
the first one. After being lubed up by some more of
Amanda's saliva, this one was successfully shoved into
Avril's ass. I was able to get about six inches inside
of her before I felt some resistance, and Avril's
pleadings let me know that was about as far as it would
go. I was going to fuck her with it, but even pulling
it out an inch allowed me to see that there was some
shit that had been squished into the inside of the
hollowed out dildo like tube. Hmmmm, I could see that
this could get messy. I'd better let Amanda handle
this, I thought.
"Okay Amanda, this is where you take over. You are on
dildo control, and I'll be on temperature and pressure
control. Under no circumstances are you to pull that
thing completely out of Avril's asshole until I tell you
to, understand? And Avril, if you fucking get off of
your hands and knees, I fucking swear that I will I feed
you so much dog food, that you'll be puking your guts
out and I'll make you eat that too, for hours, GOT
IT???"
In tears now, Avril nodded, hating the feeling of that
shower head jammed up her ass, and Amanda holding it
there. God that must have been humiliating for her.
Never in her wildest dreams could she ever have imagined
that any man would want to do these things to her. And
she had it lucky, there were people out there that would
be doing a hell of a lot worse to her, if they had her
captive, I thought. So really, I was doing the bitch a
favor. Great logic huh? Yep, Philosophy 101 paid off.
Modus ponens.
"Ok girls, get ready for Niagara Falls!" I said as I
turned on the water just a tiny little bit, so that it
would slowly leak inside Avril's rectum. I wanted to
see if her stomach would really balloon out as though
she was pregnant as the water filled her, just as I had
read in some of those sick stories you can sometimes
read on the Internet.
Avril looked very uncomfortable, and her forehead was
breaking out into a cold sweat as she could feel the
slow trickle of warm water filling up her rear cavity
through her charming little asshole. After a few
seconds, I could see a trail of brown tinged shitty
water leaking down Avril's thighs, and I decided to
crank up the pressure a little bit.
"Oh my God, that's too much, it's hurting me!!!!" cried
out Avril, although she wisely stayed put on her hands
and knees, complaining and cursing. I wasn't in the
mood to try and tackle her down, especially with shitty
water coming out of her ass. Turning the pressure on
even higher forced the water to come out with a greater
vengeance, and Amanda looked really grossed out as her
hand was getting covered in brown water from Avril's
ass. Man, Avril's cheeks were totally red from the
burning humiliation. She must have felt, pardon the
pun, like shit.
"Okay Amanda, pull it out!" I said, and Amanda gladly
complied. The second she removed the plastic end from
Avril's asshole, it voided, sending a flood of shitty
lumpy water into the bottom of the tub, where it swirled
down towards the drain.
"Pewwwww! What a stench!" I said as I backed off, and
turned on the bathroom fan. "Man Avril, your ass smells
horrible! You had a lot of shit in there." I said,
trying to further degrade and insult my little rock
star. Avril was now fully crying in tears, as I had
Amanda use the hose to wash all of the shit down the
drain.
"I think we are going to be here for a little while to
get such a dirty ass cleaned ladies. Time for round
two!" I said after watching the water that had been
squirting out of Avril's asshole trickling down to a
minimum. Avril squealed as the nozzle was forced up her
asshole again by Amanda. I cranked on the water
pressure, and again, Avril screamed out as the warm
water gushed into her rectum and her colon, filling her
up, before I let Amanda pull out and let her release all
over again. By the fifth time, the flood of water that
was coming out of Avril's asshole was almost completely
clean. Avril really was enema-ed out. It took a while
but the task was done.
And yes dear readers, a tummy filled with water really
does distend somewhat. How cute! Avril hated it, but
oh well.
Going quickly to the kitchen, I pulled out a bunch of
nicely rounded ice cubes from the freezer and brought
them with me into the bathroom. I used a plastic toilet
paper holder tube to push into Avril's asshole, that
effectively held her ass open about an inch wide, and
three inches deep into her cleaned out hole. Time to
make it a little dirty again.
Standing into the tub, I lined my cockhead up against
the tube, and forced Amanda to push Avril's shoulders
down so that her tiny ass stuck up way into the air. I
then proceeded to piss down the tube directly into
Avril's ass!
"Hey baby, you make a pretty good toilet!! I'm pissing
right up your butt!" I said as Avril in her broken
state, continued not to move. When my piss started to
run out of the tube, I started pissing all over Avril's
back, and Amanda's hands, watching as Avril's asshole
was swallowing the piss down inside her, lowering the
level down again. I continued filling up her ass and
watching my golden piss guzzle down inside of her, as
though I was filling a tank of gas. Once I was done, I
yanked the tube out of Avril's ass, and instantly, Avril
voided her bowels, and my piss flooded out in a steady
stream to the bottom of the tub and down the drain.
"Don't cry slut, I could have made you drink it!" I
chuckled, although Avril was not laughing at my joke for
some reason.
"Oh well, I thought it was funny. At any rate, we're
going to have to get you all cleaned up again, so
Amanda, get back here to help out.
I forced Avril back into her hands and knees position,
and then handed Amanda the bucket of rounded ice cubes
and a tube of KY Jelly.
"Ok Avril, Amanda is going to cool you down from all
that hot piss that warmed you up. Amanda, please put in
some ice cubes into Avril's hot little ass, and don't
stop forcing them in until I tell you to.
"FUCK YOU!!!!" shouted Avril with such a piercing
shriek, that even I jumped back in shock.
"Holy fuck, it doesn't sound like you want that baby." I
replied.
"Nooooo!!!! Please stop!!!! I can't take this anymore!"
shouted Avril in a mixture of growing insanity and
revulsion.
"Well tell ya what, I'll give you a choice. You either
take an ass full of ice cubes up your ass, or you lay on
your back on the tub, and swallow every inch of hot piss
directly from Amanda's little pee hole. You decide." I
said, whistling my Jeopardy music again.
"You fucking pigs, I hate you both!!!" said Avril,
making it clear that she was no longer seeing Amanda as
a victim in this "complicated" situation.
"Can't decide huh? I could make you do both..."
"NOOOOO!!!!!! The ice cubes." Said Avril in defeat.
Fair enough.
"Ok Amanda, you may proceed, and make sure you coat each
one with lots of KY, so that they'll slide up Avril's
tight little ass nicely. Let's see how many we can cram
up there!"
One by one, Amanda began to pop the ice cubes up Avril's
shivering little butthole, and I watched with pleasure
as her delightfully rounded ass swallowed them up. By
the fifth one, Avril was begging us to stop, so I had
Amanda force about a pint of some very warm water into
her ass from the shower head. I shoved two fingers into
that nice tight hole that would soon be massaging the
length of my cock, and felt that although the ice cubes
were still there, just inside her sphincter, they were
certainly more than half melted, so I ordered Amanda to
keep shoving in some more.
This continued for a while, and we finally had to stop
at 25 ice cubes, before flooding them all out with
another pressurized shower head enema. What fun!
It looked as though Avril had had enough of the bathroom
festivities, so I decided that we should move on to the
next bit of business. After having her take a nice warm
soapy shower to completely clean her all off, I had
Amanda towel the shivering rock star off, and then I had
her put on some slutty facial makeup, and do her hair
all up for me while I watched and made some dinner.
Tonight's meal would be a roasted chicken, some glazed
baby potatoes, and some rice pilaf. I decided to let
Avril eat with us tonight, seeing as how she had been
through quite a bit today. Of course, while the food
was cooking, there would be a whole new set of
adventures for Avril to endure.
Once Avril looked really slutty with the caked on makeup
that I forced Amanda to lather all over her, I led Avril
to the bed, and threw her on her back. I tied her
wrists to the headboard, and pulled each of Avril's legs
back so that I could look directly into her gorgeous
cunt and asshole beneath me. I had a firm grip of the
insides of her thighs, just beneath her knees, and she
was ready to pump!
"Guess what slut, time to get raped again!" I said as I
smiled deviously into her worried eyes.
"Why are you doing this to me??? Please rape her!!!"
Avril begged, "I'll hold her down, I'll fuck her with
that sex toy, anything you want!!!"
Wow, what a bitch. Ready to trade in her friend's
virginity for some cheap thrills. I had to see how
Amanda felt about that.
"Well Amanda, it looks as though Avril wants you to get
in on the action. So again, it's your call. If you say
the word, I'll fuck Avril's little virgin asshole, and
leave you alone. But, you can spare Avril's anal
virginity by allowing me to fuck you. It's your choice
Amanda."
Well, I was totally hoping that Amanda would give up her
virginity willingly to save her friend, but after
witnessing first hand how painful it was to be fucked,
Amanda uttered the words "Do her."
"FUCKING BITCH!!!!!! You are going to pay for that you
CUNT!!!" shouted Avril loudly at a sad looking Amanda.
I laughed as I knelt into position, my cock totally rock
hard and ready for action.
"Sorry Avril, but Amanda looks like she enjoys the oral
action more. Lube me up Amanda." I said as Amanda
instantly leaned down and began to suck my cock,
lubricating it up for the next round of fucking I was
about to force Avril to endure. Man, my balls were
getting sore from so much fucking and sperm generating.
It would be good to have Steve showing up tomorrow so
that he could help me out with some of the duties.
Leaning forward, I started to rub my thick cock head all
over Avril's pussy lips, feeling her sticky lips sliding
all over the bottom side of it. Fuck that felt good.
I leaned further in and started to press my cock tip
back inside Avril's tight pussy. It was like coming
home again on a snowy winter day. No matter how much
you opened up these tight little virginal pussies from
petite women, they just magically tightened up again.
And Avril's pussy was prime meat. Tight, wet, hot and
rippled. The insides of Avril's pussy was like a warm
wet glove, trembling, clenching and clutching my cock
beyond her control.
I started to increase the length and duration of my
thrusts into her pussy, which was really juicing up, I
assumed because of some protective reflex rather than
arousal. Avril was anything but not aroused. She
howled away as I kept up my frantic rutting with my
cock. She cried and twisted and turned, but with her
hands tied up, and her legs pushed so far back, and my
huge body over hers, there was nothing she could do.
I raped her for a good ten minutes, having to stop once
as I was getting really close to flooding her cunt again
with some sperm. While I paused, I had Amanda lick off
all of Avril's juices from my cock and my balls.
Round two began, and with renewed energy, I raped my
cock up her tight little slit for another ten minutes,
before I finally decided it was time for a little anal
action.
"Ok Avril, it's time to have your asshole reamed out for
the first time. And to think, of all the men in the
world, that honor goes to me, isn't that wonderful? Any
last words before I take away something from you that
you won't ever be able to get back?" I asked tauntingly.
With her eyes tightly closed, Avril didn't say a word.
That pissed me off, so I slapped her tiny breasts and
gave her a particularly nasty thrust with my cock. That
got her eyes to open wide.
"No!!!!" said Avril.
"Fine. But I want you to look deep into my eyes while I
fucking tear your asshole open with my cock slut. And
just to make sure that you comply, I'm going to give you
a little incentive."
I pulled out of her roughly, with a very quick yank of
my cock that caused a cool sounding squelching sound to
emanate from Avril's swollen pussy. It sounded so cool
that I did it a few more times before I finally stood up
off the bed to get my next implement of torture.
Returning to the bed, I sunk back into Avril's fabulous
pussy before showing her what it was I was planning on
using for coercive incentive. It was a little hand held
crank-style generator that had two metallic clamps
coming from the red and black wires connecting them to
the contraption. It looked like a little black Jack-in-
the-Box. Even to an electronics novice, it was quite
clear what the purpose of the box was.
"Allow me to demonstrate this little gadget cunt." I
said as I emphasized the word cunt by pulling my cock
nearly all the way out of Avril's grasping pussy lips
before slamming back home to her mashed cervix. I then
clipped the nipple clamps onto Avril's nipples. That
alone got her in a more compliant mood.
"Ok ok!!!!! I'll look into your eyes, just take those
things off of me!!" Avril begged as I smiled wickedly at
her. Handing the box to Amanda, I instructed her to
turn the crank a few times. Gently, Amanda did as she
was told, but when Avril let out a howling scream,
Amanda dropped the box onto the bed in total fear of
what she had done.
"OH MY GOD!!!!" shouted Avril as the pain from the
current that had just surged into her nipples registered
in her petite air filled head.
"FUCKING STOP!!!!! DON'T DO THAT!!!! I'LL DO
ANYTHING!!!" said Avril as her beautiful little breasts
heaved up and down from panicking and breathing so
quickly.
"Good. And you know what it is that I want you to do.
I want you to stare into my eyes and smile as I rape
your asshole. I don't care if you cry or not, but I
want no screaming, and I want that forced smile on your
face to stay put, even if it kills you, got it?" I said
as I relieved her sore nipples by gently opening up the
vicious little clamps and releasing them from their
nasty bite.
"Yes!!!!!" said Avril, as she started to smile and look
into my eyes already. How cute!!! It actually looked
as if she was happy to have a cock my size be shoved up
her tight little ass. Time to give the girl what she
wants!
Getting back in between Avril's legs, I held her knees
back to her shoulders again, and poised my cock above
her pussy again. My plan was to totally lubricate my
cock with Avril's juices before cramming it inside her
asshole.
Avril grunted, but kept up that silly smile as I pounded
back inside her pussy again, and I had to laugh at how
silly she looked. I wondered if she would be able to
hold that smile and her stare on me once I started
pushing my big fella up her rear end. It was time to
find out!
Satisfied that my cock was all lubed up with pussy
juice, I pulled out and started to smear some around
Avril's tight krinkled asshole. Avril started to really
tense up, and she was biting her lip, but she managed to
maintain that ridiculous smile.
"Stop tightening up so much! You can do that once my
cock's in there you little slut. I gotta get my fingers
in right now!" I said as I coated my fingers up with
saliva and literally jammed them past the barrier that
was Avril's tight ass, and pushed them inside. Yeah, I
loved having my fingers back in there, she felt so tight
and velvety smooth. And let's not forget cleaned out!
"Oh yeah bitch, fuck yeah! Your asshole is so fucking
TIGHT!!! It is going to be fucking heaven having my
cock up there. Yeahhhhhhh." I said as I lewdly probed
and prodded the inside of Avril's rectum, testing out
its elasticity and its texture. She moaned and
whimpered but didn't flinch.
It was time for some action!
"Ok Avril, here we go. You're gonna love this. Well,
no, you're gonna hate it, but who the fuck cares. You
are nothing more than MY LITTLE SEX TOY!!!!! My little
Napanee, Ontario, Canada sex toy!!!" I said as I lowered
my slimy cock to the tip of her asshole.
The size difference was so immense, it was amazing that
anal sex was even possible with petite females like
Avril. I felt like Father Ambrose from 'Autobiography
of a Flea' as I lined up my cock and began pushing
forward in slow concentric circles, feeling the taut
outside of Avril's asshole kissing the tip of my
lubricated cock. Oh man, it was fucking great!
Amanda watched with intensity as I pushed forward,
eliciting some interesting squeals and moans from Avril
who fought as hard as she could to keep looking into my
eyes. I darted my stare back and forth between the
fascinating spectacle of Avril's asshole being pushed
inside her, and of Avril's pretty eyes staring up into
the face of the man who was about to anally sodomize
her, about to rip away what little shred of dignity that
she actually had left, about to take away her last shred
of innocence.
I pumped my hips forward just an inch, and that was
enough. In quicker time than it takes to say it, my
cockhead was completely enveloped inside Avril's anal
sphincter. It gripped my head like a vise, and it felt
fantastic.
"Ohhhhhhh fuck......" said Avril, as she twisted her
face around in pain. I held her down as I commanded
Amanda to reapply the clips to Avril's nipples.
"Nooooo!!!!!!!!!!!" shouted Avril as she begged for
forgiveness, "I'm sorry, I'm smiling, look!!!"
Sure enough, she returned to her smiling stare, even
though her face was all flushed, her entire body was
trembling, and tears were leaking out of her eyes.
"Ok slut, since your tight asshole feels so good around
my cock, I'll give you one more chance, but only if you
beg me to fuck you HARD up the ass. Do it!" I leaned
in close to her face, wanting to see and hear this up
close and personal.
As hard as I know it must have been for Avril to say
those words, the fear of feeling that electrical charge
coursing through her nipples was so much greater. So
without any further ado, Avril said the words I so
wanted to hear:
"Please fuck me hard up my ass." said Avril.
Yes, all was right with the world.
"For you babe, anything." I said with a smile as I
humped two inches of cockmeat up Avril's ass, forcing it
to open wider than it ever had to before.
"OHHHHH FUCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!" screamed Avril, but she
kept staring, and she kept smiling. Yeah, she was
tough, I had to admit that. But that weird smile was
getting lame. I wanted to see the pain she was really
in, so I gave her a new set of instructions.
"Avril, you can cut the smile out. Cry and bitch and
curse me now as much as you want, I don't care, but DO
NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES take your eyes OFF of mine,
got it??"
The smile vanished immediately, and the real pain that
Avril was truly feeling as her tender asshole was being
stretched open, registered completely onto her face. It
was glorious.
I managed to fuck my cock almost all the way up her ass
until I decided that it wouldn't go any further, and
then I began to pull out and push back in, to adopt a
nice in-and-out fucking motion that was pure pleasure
for me and pure pain for Avril.
Avril called me names, started saying out random curses
and profanities, and sometimes just blubbered and cried,
but she kept looking at me as I fucked her. I loved the
feeling of her tight writhing little body underneath me
squeezing my cock, it was terrific. I forced Amanda to
rub Avril's little clit as fast as she could with two of
her fingers, hoping I could get Avril to release with my
cock up her shithole. I then pulled my cock completely
out, and noticed that it was for the most part almost
perfectly clean, with the exception of a few miniscule
brown flecks on it, mostly under the rounded head of my
circumsized cock where my foreskin ended.
Feeling nasty, I shoved my cock back inside Avril's warm
body, but this time inside her warm pussy. That shocked
Avril, and the look on her face was priceless.
"I'm so glad you've got two nice fuckholes down there
slut, they both feel so good, I'm having a hard time
deciding which one I like better!" I said as I started
to alternate back and forth between Avril's two tight
little holes. Amanda kept rubbing her clit, but it was
ultimately to no avail, as Avril never did manage to
cum, but who the fuck cared. As long as I came, that
was the only orgasm that mattered.
I had great fun going back and forth from sinking my
throbbing cock into her liquidy pussy and rather dry
asshole, and it was just pure bliss. After twenty
minutes or so of this, I finally released a torrent of
sperm up Avril's asshole, feeling it coating the insides
of her slimy butt. Pulling out, I forced Amanda to
clean it all up, and she did. Such a good girl.
"Oh yeah Avril, that was fucking great. Girls! We
deserve some nice dinner after today." I said
triumphantly as I stared down at Avril's puffy reddened
asshole that was now leaking a trail of my sperm onto
the bed. As an entre, I forced Amanda to lick up the
icky sperm from Avril's ass, and then I tied them up
into a nice 69 position and forced them to eat each
other out while I watched.
I went back and forth from this room to the kitchen as I
finished preparing dinner, warning them that if they
even stopped eating each other out for even one second,
that there would be some generator action happening, and
that was incentive enough to hear those wonderful
smacking and sucking sounds coming from the two girls'
tired lips, tongues and pussies.
Just before supper arrived, I had a burst of adrenaline
flood through my body when I saw the light go on in the
kitchen that indicated that someone was at my door! I
locked the girls safely inside the room they were in and
proceeded to check out who the hell was outside.
My heart calmed down when I saw who it was.
"Steve???? What the fuck are you doing here man? You
weren't supposed to be here until tomorrow."
"Hey buddy," Steve replied as he came in. "I guess I
couldn't wait any longer."
I could tell by the tone of his voice that something was
definitely wrong. Just then, I looked outside and saw
two huge black guys, I'm talking linebacker builds,
getting some suitcases out of the trunk of Steve's car.
"Whoa!" I said to Steve, "Who the fuck are they?"
Steve shook his head. "Bad news buddy, I needed some
help to cover up some major evidence that could have
potentially have given us away, and those two guys
managed to help me out, but of course, I had to let them
in on what we had. You can trust them Mike, they're
good guys, they just want a bit of the action that's
all. They can only stay one night, so it's no big deal
right? We still got the girls all next week." Mike
said.
A few days ago, this wouldn't have bothered me so much,
but there was only one thought that was racing through
my head right now. Amanda! I was actually thinking
about Amanda and how I didn't want anyone touching her
but me. In fact, I was already having my own doubts
about whether or not I would be able to eventually make
love to her.
"Hey, Steve, this was NOT what we had planned." I said,
thinking quickly about how to handle this.
"Well buddy," Steve replied, "We don't have much of a
choice. And like I said, they'll only be here for one
night, and then they're gone. We'll get the girls all
cleaned up after that and they'll be good as new again
once the guys are gone. Besides, I'm kinda looking
forward to some oreo stuff. Look how fucking big those
guys are Mike!" Steve said.
Yeah, they sure were big. Two huge men. I couldn't
give a fuck about them fucking Avril, but there was no
way in hell I wanted anyone to touch Amanda but me.
Was I in love?!?
Before we could talk any further about the matter, the
two huge black guys came up and shook my hand, grinning
away.
"Hey. I'm Calvin, this is Lou." said Calvin as he shook
my hand with a huge forceful handshake. "I hear you've
got a couple of tv stars looking for some action."
I was chilled to the bone as I looked at the two men
standing before me. They knew exactly why they had
driven so many miles and risked so much to come all this
way. My heart started to sink.
I had to think of a way to stop them from laying a
finger on Amanda...she was mine, and there was no
fucking way anyone was going to touch her...
***PART 8 COMING SOON!!!***
Thanks to the many readers who have sent me emails about
my stories. Your comments, criticism and feedback are
always welcome and appreciated.
Once again, to all authors out there, thanks for your
great contributions. And to all readers out there,
hopefully you'll be inspired to contribute stuff too.
I'm certainly not a polished writer by any means, just a
layman trying to give a little back. My belief is that
even poorly written erotic literature is better than
non-written erotic literature. And writing this stuff
is not only surprisingly simple, but it's also a lot of
fun. So keep writing out there!
Best wishes,
Dave Haugen, [email protected] , msn messenger
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"Jena Commits to Six Months"
Copyright Dave Haugen 2003
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If you are under the age of 18, or if erotic literature
focusing on rape, humiliation and non-consentuality is
personally offensive to you, please do NOT read any
further! Thank you!
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*** CHAPTER 1 ***
Day 1
Dave couldn't believe how easy it had been.
For four months, he had been corresponding with a 23
year old divorced female named Jena. He met her in an
online bdsm chat room where she had been apparently
seeking men to roleplay bondage fantasies with her.
Zeroing in on her, Dave initiated some conversation
chat, and discovered a lot about Jena in the next few
weeks.
Jena had just been recently divorced after finding out
that her husband had been cheating on her, consequently
ending their marriage after only less than a year. Jena
described herself as a petite although very attractive
person who had always had submissive fantasies, but had
never told anyone about them, including her ex husband,
best friends and ex boyfriends.
Using his intelligence and natural charm, Dave whittled
away at her persona, uncovering new secrets and the
inner workings of Jena's personality. After a month,
Jena grew to completely trust Dave, enough that they
were corresponding daily via emails and telephone calls.
Dave took it slowly with Jena, clearly letting her know
that he could ultimately be the dominant answer to her
submissive nature.
After several long, soul-bearing phone calls, Dave
finally proposed that they get together to play out some
of their submissive fantasies. Jena's main interest was
to serve as a long term slave, completely submissive in
every way to one master. Dave had forwarded some
standard Internet dominant/submissive questionnaires to
Jena so that they could compare compatibilities, and
Dave found it interesting to see what Jena's fantasies
consisted of.
Dave's checklist turned out like this:
YES = No compromise, this WILL happen
MAYBE = I might consider doing this
NO = I would NOT consider doing this EVER
YES Anal sex
YES Anal plugs (small)
YES Anal plugs (large)
YES Anal plug (public, under clothes)
NO Auctioned for charity
YES Bathroom use control
MAYBE Beastiality (animal sex)
YES Beating (soft)
MAYBE Beating (hard)
YES Blindfolds
YES Being serviced (sexual)
YES Breast/chest bondage
YES Boot worship
YES Bondage (light)
YES Bondage (heavy)
YES Bondage (multi-day)
YES Bondage (public, under clothing)
YES Breast whipping
YES Cages (locked inside of)
YES Caning
YES Cells/Closets (locked inside of)
YES Chains
YES Chores (domestic service/housework)
YES Clothespins
YES Cock worship
YES Collars (worn in private)
MAYBE Collars (worn in public)
MAYBE Competitions (with other submissives)
YES Cuffs (leather)
YES Cuffs (metal)
YES Dildoes
YES Double penetration(anal & vaginal or anal & oral)
YES Electrical toys
YES Enemas (for cleansing)
YES Enemas (retention/punishment)
YES Examinations (physical)
MAYBE Exhibitionism (friends)
MAYBE Exhibitionism (strangers)
YES Face slapping
YES Fantasy rape
YES Fantasy gang-rape
YES Fear (being scared)
YES Fisting (anal)
YES Fisting (vaginal)
YES Flame play
YES Following orders
YES Foot worship
MAYBE Forced homosexuality (bi or gay sex)
YES Forced masturbation (public)
MAYBE Forced masturbation (private)
YES Forced nudity (private)
MAYBE Forced nudity (public)
YES Forced servitude
YES Full head hoods
YES Gags (cloth)
YES Gags (inflatable)
YES Gags (phallic)
YES Gags (rubber)
YES Gags (tape)
NO Given away to another Dom (temp)
NO Given away to another Dom (perm)
YES Golden showers (being pissed on)
YES Hairbrush spankings
YES Hair pulling
YES Hand jobs
YES Harnessing (leather)
YES Harnessing (rope)
YES Having food chosen for you
YES Having clothing chosen for you
YES Head (give fellatio/cunnilingus)
YES Head (receive fellatio/cunnilingus)
YES Homage with tongue (non-sexual)
YES Hoods
YES Hot oils (on genitals)
YES Hot waxing
YES Housework (doing)
YES Humiliation (private)
MAYBE Humiliation (public)
YES Ice cubes inserted (anal or vaginal)
YES Immobilization
YES Intricate (Japanese) rope bondage
YES Interrogations
YES Kidnapping
YES Kneeling
YES Leather clothing
YES Leather restraints
YES Licking (non-sexual)
MAYBE Lingerie (wearing in public)
YES Lingerie (wearing in private)
YES Manacles & Irons
YES Manicures (giving)
YES Massage (giving)
YES Massage (receiving)
YES Medical scenes
YES Mouth bits
YES Mummification
YES Nipple clamps
MAYBE Nipple rings (piercing)
YES Nipple play/"torture"
YES Nipple weights
YES Oral/anal rimming (licking)
YES Over-the-knee spanking
YES Orgasm denial
YES Orgasm control
YES Outdoor scenes
YES Outdoor sex
MAYBE Pain (severe)
YES Pain (mild)
YES Piercing (temporary, play-pierce)
MAYBE Piercing (permanent)
YES Pony slave
MAYBE Public exposure
YES Punishment Scene
YES Pussy whipping
YES Pussy worship
YES Riding crops
YES Riding the "horse" (crotch tort.)
YES Restrictive rules on behavior
YES Rubber/latex clothing
YES Rope body harness
YES Saran wrapping
YES Serving
YES Serving as art
YES Serving as furniture
YES Serving as a maid
YES Serving orally (sexual)
YES Sexual deprivation (short term)
YES Shaving & hair removal (body hair)
YES Sleep deprivation
YES Slutty clothing (private)
MAYBE Slutty clothing (public)
YES Spandex clothing
YES Spanking
YES Speech restrictions (when, what)
YES Speculums (Anal)
YES Speculums (vaginal)
YES Spreader bars
YES Standing in corner
YES Stocks
YES Straight jackets
YES Strap-on-Dildoes (sucking on)
YES Strap-on-Dildoes (penetrated by)
YES Strapping (full body beating)
YES Suspension (upright)
YES Suspension (inverted)
YES Suspension (horizontal)
YES Swallowing semen
YES Swallowing urine
MAYBE Tattooing
YES Teasing
YES TENS Unit
YES Tickling
YES Triple penetration
YES Uniforms
YES Vaginal dildo
YES Verbal humiliation and degradation
YES Vibrator on genitals
YES Violet Wand (electrical toy)
YES Waxing (hair removal or candle drip)
YES Wearing symbolic jewelry
YES Whipping
YES Wooden paddles
Jena's checklist turned out like this:
YES = No compromise, this WILL happen
MAYBE = I might consider doing this
NO = I would NOT consider doing this EVER
MAYBE Anal sex
MAYBE Anal plugs (small)
MAYBE Anal plugs (large)
MAYBE Anal plug (public, under clothes)
NO Auctioned for charity
MAYBE Bathroom use control
MAYBE Beastiality (animal sex)
MAYBE Beating (soft)
MAYBE Beating (hard)
MAYBE Blindfolds
MAYBE Being serviced (sexual)
MAYBE Breast/chest bondage
MAYBE Boot worship
YES Bondage (light)
MAYBE Bondage (heavy)
MAYBE Bondage (multi-day)
MAYBE Bondage (public, under clothing)
MAYBE Breast whipping
MAYBE Cages (locked inside of)
MAYBE Caning
MAYBE Cells/Closets (locked inside of)
YES Chains
YES Chores (domestic service/housework)
MAYBE Clothespins
MAYBE Cock worship
MAYBE Collars (worn in private)
MAYBE Collars (worn in public)
NO Competitions (with other submissives)
YES Cuffs (leather)
YES Cuffs (metal)
MAYBE Dildoes
MAYBE Double penetration(anal & vaginal or anal & oral)
MAYBE Electrical toys
MAYBE Enemas (for cleansing)
MAYBE Enemas (retention/punishment)
MAYBE Examinations (physical)
MAYBE Exhibitionism (friends)
MAYBE Exhibitionism (strangers)
MAYBE Face slapping
MAYBE Fantasy rape
MAYBE Fantasy gang-rape
MAYBE Fear (being scared)
MAYBE Fisting (anal)
MAYBE Fisting (vaginal)
MAYBE Flame play
YES Following orders
MAYBE Foot worship
MAYBE Forced homosexuality (bi or gay sex)
MAYBE Forced masturbation (public)
MAYBE Forced masturbation (private)
MAYBE Forced nudity (private)
MAYBE Forced nudity (public)
YES Forced servitude
MAYBE Full head hoods
YES Gags (cloth)
YES Gags (inflatable)
YES Gags (phallic)
YES Gags (rubber)
YES Gags (tape)
NO Given away to another Dom (temp)
NO Given away to another Dom (perm)
MAYBE Golden showers (being pissed on)
MAYBE Hairbrush spankings
MAYBE Hair pulling
MAYBE Hand jobs
MAYBE Harnessing (leather)
MAYBE Harnessing (rope)
YES Having food chosen for you
YES Having clothing chosen for you
YES Head (give fellatio/cunnilingus)
YES Head (receive fellatio/cunnilingus)
YES Homage with tongue (non-sexual)
MAYBE Hoods
MAYBE Hot oils (on genitals)
MAYBE Hot waxing
YES Housework (doing)
YES Humiliation (private)
MAYBE Humiliation (public)
MAYBE Ice cubes inserted (anal or vaginal)
YES Immobilization
MAYBE Intricate (Japanese) rope bondage
MAYBE Interrogations
MAYBE Kidnapping
YES Kneeling
YES Leather clothing
YES Leather restraints
MAYBE Licking (non-sexual)
MAYBE Lingerie (wearing in public)
YES Lingerie (wearing in private)
MAYBE Manacles & Irons
YES Manicures (giving)
YES Massage (giving)
YES Massage (receiving)
MAYBE Medical scenes
MAYBE Mouth bits
MAYBE Mummification
YES Nipple clamps
MAYBE Nipple rings (piercing)
MAYBE Nipple play/"torture"
MAYBE Nipple weights
MAYBE Oral/anal rimming (licking)
YES Over-the-knee spanking
YES Orgasm denial
YES Orgasm control
YES Outdoor scenes
YES Outdoor sex
MAYBE Pain (severe)
MAYBE Pain (mild)
MAYBE Piercing (temporary, play-pierce)
MAYBE Piercing (permanent)
MAYBE Pony slave
MAYBE Public exposure
YES Punishment Scene
MAYBE Pussy whipping
YES Pussy worship
MAYBE Riding crops
MAYBE Riding the "horse" (crotch tort.)
YES Restrictive rules on behavior
MAYBE Rubber/latex clothing
YES Rope body harness
MAYBE Saran wrapping
YES Serving
YES Serving as art
YES Serving as furniture
YES Serving as a maid
YES Serving orally (sexual)
YES Sexual deprivation (short term)
YES Shaving & hair removal (body hair)
YES Sleep deprivation
YES Slutty clothing (private)
MAYBE Slutty clothing (public)
YES Spandex clothing
YES Spanking
YES Speech restrictions (when, what)
MAYBE Speculums (Anal)
MAYBE Speculums (vaginal)
MAYBE Spreader bars
YES Standing in corner
MAYBE Stocks
MAYBE Straight jackets
MAYBE Strap-on-Dildoes (sucking on)
MAYBE Strap-on-Dildoes (penetrated by)
MAYBE Strapping (full body beating)
YES Suspension (upright)
YES Suspension (inverted)
YES Suspension (horizontal)
YES Swallowing semen
MAYBE Swallowing urine
MAYBE Tattooing
YES Teasing
MAYBE TENS Unit
YES Tickling
MAYBE Triple penetration
YES Uniforms
MAYBE Vaginal dildo
YES Verbal humiliation and degradation
YES Vibrator on genitals
MAYBE Violet Wand (electrical toy)
MAYBE Waxing (hair removal or candle drip)
YES Wearing symbolic jewelry
YES Whipping
MAYBE Wooden paddles
Dave chuckled to himself at the number of MAYBEs in her
responses. It was as though she was too nave to really
know what was going to be expected of her if she
actually decided to become his slave.
Seeking out a lawyer buddy, Dave had an actual contract
drawn out, basically making him completely safe from any
potential lawsuits coming from her, and claming that all
acts that happened between them were consensual and
legal. Dave suggested to Jena that she have her own
lawyer check it out, but Jena told Dave that she trusted
him and that she really wanted to become his slave, as
the idea had been exciting and arousing her for a while
now.
Dave knew that he had Jena exactly where he wanted her,
and he was quite surprised when she told him that she
had quit her lame waitressing job and was willing to fly
down to his home in California to become his slave for
six months, as Dave had recommended. Dave made the
flight arrangements and Jena told her family that she
would be taking a six month research sabbatical so no
one would become suspicious. It was Jena's complete
trust in him that allowed her to feel comfortable doing
it. That, and her intensely submissive desires that
were eating away inside of her, fuelled by her chats and
conversations with the man who had aroused her for so
long.
The big day had finally arrived, and Dave pulled his car
into the airport parking lot, ready to meet his new
slave for the first time. He took a final look at
several of the pictures that Jena had sent him. Fuck
she was hot, muttered Dave to himself as he stared at
pictures of her 5 foot 2, 95 pound petite body, her 34b
breasts, 24 inch waist, 31 inch hips, and nice thin
legs, framed by a delicately petite ass. She was in
great shape, exercised almost excessively every day to
keep her body looking as good as it did. Jena had long,
straight brown hair, that draped down below her
shoulders, and a beautiful set of sparkling green eyes.
She had a soft gentle feminine voice and perfectly pale
white skin. Gorgeous in every way. She looked as if
she was about 16, not 23. Her husband must have been a
complete asshole to abandon her, thought Dave to himself
as he stepped out of his car and into the airport.
Jena nervously picked up her bags and walked down a long
airport corridor, recognizing Dave instantly from the
pictures she had seen. Dave was over 6 feet tall, with
a good build. He too worked out, although muscular
strength and endurance were his objectives. Weighing
more than twice what Jena weighed was formidable and
intimidating to her, but it only fuelled her arousal
even more, knowing that such a large and strong man
would be dominating her.
"Hello Jena, nice to finally meet you." said Dave,
smiling, as he extended his hand to her.
"Thank you, it's nice to meet you too." said Jena,
returning his smile, looking up into his eyes.
They were both more than satisfied with each other's
appearance, and together, they walked to Dave's car, and
made some small talk on the way back to Dave's place,
getting to know each other a little better.
Dave lived in a huge six bedroom house on a large
secluded acreage. His successful business and some luck
in the stock market made him financially independent and
allowed him to focus on the true loves of his life,
women and sex. And now, he had a woman who would
submissively be providing him with lots of the latter
for the next half year.
Pulling into acreage, Dave parked his car inside his
garage, then turned towards Jena, who looked over to him
timidly.
"We're here Jena. You realize that there isn't any
turning back. You're here for six months, completely
under my control. Are you okay with that?"
"Yes Dave." said Jena quietly, not sounding quite as
confident as Dave.
Suddenly, a sharp slap to Jena's left cheek caused her
to quickly recoil backwards. She was completely in
shock as she held her stinging cheek, staring at Dave
with large wide eyes, like a deer caught in a set of
headlights.
"You hit me!" said Jena fearfully.
"Fucking right I did slut. From now on, you will refer
to me as Sir, nothing else. The name Dave means nothing
to you now. Understand?"
Jena quickly nodded, still dazed from being hit.
"Well?" asked Dave as he glared dominantly into her
eyes.
"Yes Sir."
"Good. Now step out of the car and carry your things.
I'll show you where to put them." said Dave sternly as
Jena quickly complied.
Jena followed Dave into the house, lugging her bags in
her arms. Looking around, Jena saw that the house was
quite large, and sparsely decorated. The internal
architecture was immaculate, done almost completely in
wood paneling. As she looked around, Dave led her
upstairs to the master bedroom, which sported a huge
king size bed and several pieces of exercise equipment.
"You can put your bags down here slut." said Dave, the
tone of his voice much different than the friendly
nature he had used with her on the way home from the
airport. As afraid as she was however, Jena felt
herself becoming quite aroused from actually being in
the place that she had fantasized about for so long.
"Now, take off your clothes. I'll be giving you a new
outfit to wear this afternoon." said Dave as he watched
her reaction. Submissively, and without argument, Jena
began to unbutton her blouse and pulled it off of her
shoulders, exposing her tiny tits being held inside of a
lacy black bra. Dave's cock began to harden in his
pants as he looked at the teenage-like body stripping
before him. Jena then unbuttoned and stepped out of her
jeans, kicking off her shoes to take them off.
"Jena, I want everything off, except for you socks. You
can put your running shoes back on too."
"Yes Sir." replied Jena as she noticeably blushed when
she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, letting
it fall to the floor. Once the panties came off, and
she was completely exposed to him, Dave let her put her
socks and shoes on before forcing her to stop and stand
still.
"Fuck, you are so fucking beautiful slut." said Dave as
he walked around her in circles, looking at every square
inch of her beautiful pale pink skin. Not a blemish on
her, thought Dave, it was as though her skin had been
air brushed on. Dave loved her long brown hair, but
decided that a ponytail was in order, to enhance her
already youthful look. Dave tossed her a scrunchie.
"Get your hair in a ponytail. I like you looking as
young as possible."
Taking the scrunchie, Jena did as Dave asked, and stood
still once her hair was in a long ponytail behind her.
Dave's cock was massively hard in his pants now, and he
had to inspect this incredible young female a little bit
further.
"Get on the bed now slut, on your back with your knees
pulled back to your armpits." commanded Dave as he
watched Jena instantly respond. Dave's cock jumped as
he got his first glance at her tight shaved snatch
staring directly at him as she pulled her knees back,
causing her to be completely exposed to his roving eyes.
Kneeling down on the floor in front of her, Dave noticed
that Jena's breathing had started to become rapid; she
was obviously nervous having a stranger staring so
intimately at her moist young parts. Lowering his face
downwards, Dave pushed his nose in between her outer
pussy lips, and inhaled deeply, the sharp pungent aroma
of female flesh wafting through his nasal passages.
"When's your period due slut?" asked Dave.
"In a week Sir." replied Jena, still trembling and
shaking from being in such a vulnerable position.
"That's fine. During that time, we'll be working on
your anal training. Understand slut?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good." said Dave as he started to eat out Jena's crotch
for the next ten minutes, enjoying the sharp odors and
tastes emanating from within her. Jena shook and
shuddered throughout his oral ministrations, feeling
herself becoming intensely aroused, but Dave stopped
long before she was even able to think about cumming.
"Now slut, sit up and lick my face clean." said Dave,
full of lust towards his young slave.
"Yes Sir." replied Jena as she sat up and licked his
face from neck to forehead, cleaning it of all of her
juices, making sure that she did a thorough job, not
missing a single spot. Dave kissed her back several
times, tasting her again, and enjoying the feel of her
smooth tongue, excited about how wonderful it was going
to feel cleaning his cock.
Dave stood up and ordered Jena to stand up next to him.
"This is where you'll be sleeping when you've been
good...in the master bedroom with myself. Now, come
with me and I'll show you where you'll be sleeping when
you've been bad.
"Yes Sir." replied Jena as she followed him downstairs
and outside, wearing only her shoes and socks. Dave led
her down a narrow path in the woods to a small eight
foot by eight foot completely fenced in area, complete
with a rickety old wooden floorless dog house. Jena
shuddered as she looked in shock at the zoo-like caged
area that was in the middle of nowhere, covered in
branches, brush and leaves.
"Now Jena, I want you to get in there for a few minutes
to get an idea of what it's going to be like should you
ever disobey me and find yourself spending the night out
here." said Dave as he unlatched the cage's small two
foot door, holding it open, motioning for Jena to crawl
through it, inside the cage.
Instead of going inside, Jena stood frozen, not wanting
to enter such a filthy looking place. Angrily, Dave
grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the forest floor,
spanking her harshly on her bare ass a dozen times.
"You fucking slut! When I give you an order you had
better fucking do it immediately. Got it??" barked Dave
as he finished slapping her now reddened ass.
"Yes!!!!!! Please stop!" cried out Jena fearfully,
feeling the first real pain administered by her new
master. The stinging in her ass only added to the
erotic feelings inside of her tummy that had built up
when Dave had eaten her out. As afraid as she was, she
knew that this was exactly what she had wanted, and told
herself that she wouldn't have left if she had been able
to.
Staying on her knees, Jena climbed through the tiny cage
door into the cage, and Dave shut it loudly behind her,
locking the heavy padlock, keeping her effectively
trapped inside.
Jena looked at the rickety, splintery dog house,
noticing instantly that the roof was practically non
existent, full of holes, and she imagined what it would
be like being here in the pouring rain...she knew she
would be soaked, and completely unprotected from the
elements. Jena's hands and knees were getting dirty and
muddy from the damp ground beneath her, the thorns and
branches from the brush scraping her as she crawled
around in the cage. Suddenly, Jena noticed ants
crawling up her legs and she jumped up, her head hitting
the top of the cage, only three feet above the ground.
"Oh my God, there's ants on me!!!! Get them off me!!!!"
screamed Jena as she panicked, trying to brush them off
of her naked skin, realizing that there was an anthill
right in the center of the cage ground! Dave laughed as
she cowered in the far corner of the cage, crouched
down, not able to stand upright, still pushing ants off
of her, watching the ground carefully for any more that
might be trying to creep over her shoes.
"So slut, I hope you realize how serious I am when I say
that I expect perfection out of you. Understand?"
"Yes Sir now please let me out please!!!!" begged Jena
pathetically, watching as Dave unlocked the padlock.
Before he could even finish opening the cage door, Jena
had sprinted forward, crawling quickly through the
opening, standing upwards and still squirming from the
feel of the ants on her skin.
Dave smiled, shaking his head. "Something tells me that
you wouldn't like having to spend an entire night in
there, eh babe?"
"No Sir, I'll be good, I promise!" replied Jena quickly.
Dave led her back to the house and decided to explain
some other things that Jena would have to know about her
stay with him.
"Ok slut, I want you to kneel down and sit on your heels
while I show you some "accessories" that you'll be
using."
Jena obeyed, and as she sat in the middle of the kitchen
floor, Dave tossed a thick studded dog collar to the
floor in front of her.
"That's your dog collar, which makes you my bitch. Put
it on." said Dave, as he watched Jena submissively
placing it around her neck. "I even have a number of
leashes of varying length that attaches to the collar
when we go jogging every morning at 6 AM sharp."
Dave then tossed a red plastic dog dish to her knees.
"This is what you'll be eating out of. I'll eat at the
table, you'll eat on the floor, even though you'll be
the one preparing the meals around here and cleaning up
the dishes afterwards. Now stand up."
Quickly, Jena stood up, and Dave forced her to prepare a
meal for them by making a tossed salad, two baked
potatoes and two grilled pork chops. While she cooked,
Dave took the opportunity to fondle her feminine charms
and play with her lewdly, tweaking her nipples and
pinching her ass and thighs, making it very
uncomfortable and difficult for her to complete her
task.
Dave had Jena feed him his meal, and as he sipped his
beer after dinner, he watched with humor as he forced
Jena to eat her meal out of her dog dish without using
her hands. Her face was a mess of salad dressing, sour
cream and butter after she was done, and Dave decided to
leave her face all sticky and messy for a while.
"Ok slut. Come with me over to the computer. For the
next two hours, while our meals digest, and while I
watch the evening news, you have a job to do." said Dave
as he sat Jena cross-legged on the floor, putting a
keyboard on her lap and a mouse with a mouse pad on the
floor. Instead of a monitor, Dave used a projector to
beam the image onto a large white wall, so that he could
monitor her web surfing.
"Now, your job is to download porn for me for the next
two hours. Here is a list of topics that I want you to
find stories, images and movies of. I want them
appropriately titled and saved onto the second hard
drive in the computer, and you'll be doing this task for
two to four hours a day. I want and expect an extensive
porn collection created over the next six months."
"Yes Sir." replied Jena as she shuddered at Dave's list:
Double Penetration, Bestiality, Golden Showers...and on
and on it went.
For the next two hours, Dave sat in his lazy boy sipping
port as he watched television, glancing now and then at
the screen behind the tv to see what porn Jena was
surfing and saving. At one point, Dave had her sit in
front of him so he could rest his legs on her ass, while
she knelt down, continuing to type and surf, albeit
uncomfortably.
"Ok slut. It's exercise time. And seeing as how it
looks a little showery outside, you'll work out in here.
I love the fact that you're in great shape Jena, and I
am going to ensure that I keep you that way, if not
improve on your muscle tone."
Jena followed Dave upstairs and he put her through a
vigorous two hours of almost solid exercise. From the
treadmill to the exercise bike, from the weight bench to
the jungle gym, Dave worked Jena until she was totally
and completely exhausted. Sweat covered her body, and
she could hardly catch her breath. Dave loved pushing
her limits on each piece of equipment, ensuring that he
used his belt and a whip to keep her going at the pace
he demanded of her. By the time she was finished, she
had little welts and marks all over her body where he
had struck her.
"Good workout Jena. Let's hit the showers." said Dave
as he led her into the master bathroom. They took a
shower together, and Jena was able to see Dave's eight
inch cock for the first time, a little startled at its
size, as Dave knew that her ex husband's had been much
smaller. Dave made her soap herself off first, and then
forced her to use her nipples and breasts to lather soap
onto his body, and to remove it as well under the warm
water coming from above. Dave played with her tight
vagina, fingering it and licking off the juices from
within her. Once the shower was complete, Dave had Jena
towel them both off, and then he decided to dress her up
for the rest of the night.
Leading her over to the drawer, Dave took out a pre
bought outfit that he had been dying to see her in. He
took out a little light green kiddie halter top that had
the word "Princess" written on it in glittery red
lettering, and a short pair of kiddie pj shorts, of
which both items were much too tight for her. Jena
looked completely humiliated in wearing the tight kiddie
clothes. To finish the effect, Dave had her put her
hair into pigtails, and she resembled a 14 year old girl
in her little pjs, which got Dave's cock hard as a rock.
"It's 7 PM Jena. We're going to pop some popcorn and
watch a movie tonight before heading off to bed. Well,
I'll be watching a movie anyway."
"Yes Sir." replied Jena as she followed Dave downstairs
to the kitchen. Dave made her pop some popcorn, forcing
her at one point to remove the lid from the pop and to
place her bare tiny breasts over the pot so that several
of the hot kernels would come up and hit the underside
of them, burning them and making her yelp out in pain.
Retiring into the living room, Dave sat on his favorite
chair, nude, and put in "Bridge on the River Kwai".
"Now slut, while I sit here and eat my popcorn and watch
the movie, you're going to be giving my lower body a
tongue bath, from my feet to my waist. I want you to
take your time and to use your sexy tongue to slowly
cover every tiny square inch of my skin with your
saliva. Once you're done, let me know, and I'll scoot
my rear end to the edge of the chair and let you tongue
my ass for a good half hour or so. Understood?"
"Yes Sir." replied Jena as she put in the DVD and
returned to Dave to complete her duties. For a half an
hour, Dave relaxed as he felt Jena's soft tongue licking
his entire lower body, including every little space
between his toes, around his ankles and feet, up his
calves, around his knees and all around his thighs. As
ordered, she licked his asshole and balls out for a good
half hour, and Dave loved the feel of her wet tongue
poking in and out of his ass. Now and then, he would
toss out a piece of popcorn onto the floor and watch her
fetch and eat it, before returning to her main task at
hand.
"Ok enough of my ass, get to my cock now." ordered Dave,
and Jena tasted his cock for the first time. Dave
moaned as Jena did an incredibly arousing job of sucking
and licking his cock. Dave had great staying power, and
held off from cumming until the entire 2 and a half hour
movie was over. At the film's end, Dave released a
fountain of sperm inside Jena's sore, tired mouth, and
she expertly swallowed it all, cleaning up the remainder
of sperm from around his cock and pubic hair without
even having to be asked.
"Fuck yeah, that was fucking great." remarked Dave as
Jena smiled passively, still trying to work the kinks
out of her sore and exhausted tongue.
"Well slut, I think it's time for bed. You've done well
today. So I guess that means that you'll be sleeping in
the bed with me tonight. Does that please you Jena?"
"Oh yes Sir, thank you!" replied Jena happily, and Dave
carried her upstairs in his arms, kissing her
passionately as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Once upstairs, Dave plopped her down onto her feet and
they went into the bathroom. Dave forced her to brush
his teeth and to floss him, before doing her own teeth.
"Okay slut, now I've got to take a piss and I'm sure you
do to, right?"
"Yes Sir. I was afraid to ask you earlier." replied
Jena quietly.
"Are you telling me that you've had to go for a while
now?" asked Dave inquisitively.
"Yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir." replied Jena with a worried
look on her face.
"It's ok slut. The next time you have to go, you let me
know. I'll decide if I'll let you though. Now, sit on
the toilet and do your thing. Do you have to do number
one or number two?"
"Both Sir." replied Jena with a red blush sweeping
across her cheeks.
"Fine. I'm going to be watching you though." replied
Dave as he watched her go to the bathroom. Jena was
completely humiliated by that, and Dave could tell how
hard it was for her to do that in front of him. After
she was finished wiping up, Dave forced her to kneel
down at the toilet to watch him piss.
"Now that I'm done, you can lick the remaining drops
from my cock Jena. You'll be learning in time that I
will expect you to be my own personal urinal whenever I
so desire, understand?"
"Yes Sir." said Jena as she krinkled her face after
licking the remaining drops of urine from Dave's now
hardening cock.
As agreed beforehand, Dave promised Jena that they would
not have sex until a week or so, to ensure that she felt
comfortable being with him. He knew he would have to
cum again before going to bed, so he told Jena to remove
all of her kiddie clothes and to stand above him on the
bed, while he laid on his back. Jena did as she was
told, and she put each foot on either side of Dave's
hips, opening her legs, allowing him to look up and see
her pussy.
Dave had grabbed a seven inch vibrating dildo and handed
it to Jena, telling her that he wanted her to rub her
pussy and clit with it while standing up, and that he
would allow her to orgasm before going to bed tonight.
Jena eagerly took the dildo from him, after being so
aroused all day long, and began to rub it all over her
glistening pussy lips in the dildo's vibrating state.
Her moans aroused Dave, and he played with his now fully
hardened cock as he watched Jena build up in intensity
of moans and groans.
Dave decided not to give her any tips on how he wanted
her to masturbate in the future. Instead, he decided to
simply let her do what she wanted to do, using her own
technique, to see what she preferred. Jena never
inserted the dildo into her pussy once. She merely used
it as a vibrating device to get herself off, moaning
loudly and saying the word "yes" over and over again as
she shuddered in orgasm above him. It was the most
erotic thing Dave had ever seen. Little aftershocks
went through Jena's body as she came down from her high,
and she remained standing above Dave, awaiting his next
orders.
Dave had her sit on his face in the classic 69 position
and suck him off until he shot his wad all over her
face, forcing her to lick up every last bit of cum that
she could find.
Both Dave and Jena were now completely exhausted after
their long and exciting first day together, and they
passionately kissed for half an hour before Dave
attached a set of leather ankle cuffs to Jena's ankles,
and closed them in with a chain and a key that would
prevent her from leaving the bed at any time during the
night.
"Good night my young sex toy." said Dave as he kissed
Jena good night before positioning her in a spooning
position with him, his softened cock sitting in between
her beautiful ass cheeks, and her little ass nestled in
his pubic hair, his chest pushed against her back, and
his arm wrapped around her stomach.
"Good night Sir." replied Jena happily.
They both fell asleep quickly, happy and exhausted.
Day 2
It was an absolutely beautiful morning. At only 5:45AM,
the sky was already completely blue, and it must have
been 70 degrees already. They were forecasting 105 for
today with sunny skies in the morning and the chance for
late day thunderstorms. To make things even better,
there wasn't a trace of wind, nor was any expected.
Dave decided to wear a white cotton tshirt and some
light cotton shorts to try and keep cool. As much as he
wanted to watch Jena parade around completely nude in
the beautiful summer air, Dave knew that he would have
to cover her a bit to keep her skin from blistering in
what was to be a completely humid day. But from now
until about 10AM or so, Dave figured it wouldn't hurt to
keep Jena as unclothed as possible.
Grabbing a couple of tennis rackets from the closet,
Dave proceeded to get everything ready that he would
need for the morning. Finally, he decided to wake Jena
out of her slumber. It was such a beautiful day out
there, Dave didn't want to waste a single second of it.
"Rise and shine babe." said Dave loudly as he finished
tying up his running shoes on the bench beside the bed.
Jena's mind registered a voice, but she was so exhausted
that she simply remained asleep. Dave smiled to himself
as he looked at her beautifully slumberous petite body
laying on the t-shirt bedsheets underneath her. Yanking
the covers off of her completely, Dave felt a stirring
in his cock as he watched her beautiful body turn sides.
She must be physically drained, thought Dave.
Spanking her ass with the palm of his hand, Dave ensured
that Jena wasn't going to have any trouble waking up.
With the most adorable yelp, Jena leapt up to a sitting
position, her eyes wide open, and her unkempt hair
covering half of her face as she looked at Dave
directly.
"Hey babe, that works better than any alarm clock, don't
you think?" chuckled Dave as Jena started to rub her
sore butt to alleviate the stinging sensation that
emanated from it.
"Yes sir." replied Jena as she groggily wiped her eyes,
still half asleep. Dave brought the key over to her and
unlocked the chains around her ankle cuffs so Jena could
stand up.
"You've got a busy morning ahead of you so we'd better
get going. Get your sports bra on, we're going jogging.
I want you wearing nothing but that sports bra, socks,
and your running shoes. Don't forget the ponytail, I
fucking love that. You have one minute to change." said
Dave firmly as Jena quickly dressed to his
specifications.
"Let's get a small bite to eat before we go." said Dave
as he walked behind Jena into the kitchen. Dave forced
her to cut a pink grapefruit in half and to toast four
slices of whole wheat bread. After buttering his toast,
Dave watched as Jena knelt onto the floor and started to
eat her food out of her dog dish. He loved how sweet
she looked trying to pick up the piece of toast with her
tongue so that she could lift it up enough to take a
bite. Watching her trying to suck juice out of the
grapefruit half was even more fun as she was really
making a mess.
Once finished, Dave had Jena kneel up between his legs,
and he licked the crumbs and sticky grapefruit juice off
of her lips, cheeks and chin. This aroused him, so he
stood up and had Jena tug down his shorts using her
teeth, and give him a good blow before leaving. Using
only her head, Jena started to lick and suck Dave's cock
for a good twenty minutes. Wanting to save his sperm
until later today, Dave had Jena stop when he was nice
and built up, and he pulled his shorts back on and
attached the humiliating dog collar to her neck once
again. He clipped the ten foot leash to it and led her
outside.
"It's so fucking beautiful out here this morning eh
babe?" said Dave as he took a deep breath in and did
some shoulder rotations to get ready for their jog. He
handed her a water bottle filled with half ice and half
water, and told her that she would be carrying it for
the duration of the jog.
"I think we'll go for an hour this morning. Think you
can handle it?"
"Yes sir, I'll try my best." replied Jena submissively.
"Atta girl. Let's go!" said Dave as he started to jog,
holding onto the leash in his hands as Jena ran behind
him. Dave slowed down so that Jena could pass him, just
so he could watch her tight little ass wiggling around
in front of him while they ran. Her ponytail bounced
around with each step, and the two of them continued
down the path. Dave verbally commented on when he felt
Jena wasn't going fast enough, and he kept her going at
a nice brisk speed.
Fifteen minutes into the intentionally fast-paced jog,
Dave noticed that Jena was really starting to tire. She
was certainly in great shape, but he had one up on her
and knew that if he was physically pushing himself to
his limits, that it would mean she was certainly going
beyond hers. Even this early in the morning, the
humidity was just starting to build, and sweat was
trickling from Jena's forehead and behind her ears. Her
breathing was becoming louder and quicker, and Dave knew
that they would soon have to rest for a moment.
By the twenty minute mark, Jena finally responded how
Dave knew she would. Coming to a complete stop, Jena
immediately went down onto her knees and started to beg
Dave for a rest.
"Please Sir...I need a rest...I'm so sorry, just a few
minutes, please..." panted Jen as she tried to catch her
breath.
Taking the bottle, Dave gulped down two sips of the ice
cold water. He was glad she had stopped, he was
starting to feel the effects of the fast pace that they
had established and needed a break himself.
"Open your mouth babe." said Dave as he poured some
water into his mouth. He then leaned over Jena and
started to trickle the water from his mouth into hers,
and she swallowed greedily, completely thirsty from the
exertion he had put her through.
After a few more minutes of rest, Dave forced Jena to
get back up and they began to run again. They hit the
halfway point of the trail and then turned around. At
the forty minute mark, Jena once again stopped and went
down to her knees, not able to take another step.
"Sir...I...I can't...it's too much...please!" begged
Jena, huffing and puffing, her entire upper body and
inner thighs covered in a sheen of sweat. Just looking
at her like that caused Dave to get another massive hard
on, and he knew that he had to get relief now.
"Listen slut, if you want I'll give you a break, but
you'll have to suffer for it. Are you willing to accept
the consequences for not being able to finish the rest
of our jog without a break?" asked Dave as he thought of
all the nasty things he wanted to do with her right now.
Thinking for a few seconds, Jena finally replied.
"I...I'll try to keep going Sir."
"Atta girl." said Dave. Standing up, Jena and Dave
began running again, but this time, Dave had found a
nice long twig and used it as a birch-whip on her bare
ass whenever she started to slow down, which was often
for the next twenty minutes.
By the time they had returned to the house, Jena was
thoroughly exhausted, out of breath, and her now
reddened ass was stinging and slightly welted. Dave
mouth-fed her some more cold water and then had her take
off his shorts. Laying down on his chaise lounger, Dave
had Jena straddle up over his face and lean down over
his belly so that she could continue the sucking job
that she had started earlier this morning.
Dave loved eating out sweaty women, especially one as
tight and firm as Jena, and his tongue dove in to the
sweaty sticky folds of her pussy lips, seeking out the
tasty juice from within. Jena cleaned off Dave's sweaty
cock with her tongue, tasting the salty coating off of
his completely hardened and overaroused cock before she
completely took it into her mouth.
Dave traced his tongue around the tiny red welts on
Jena's firm ass cheeks, causing her to wince and jump a
little every time he touched a particularly tender area.
Jena felt her body getting aroused from Dave's tongue
and lips roughly suctioning and swirling around her
sensitive folds.
Only able to last about ten minutes, Dave finally pumped
his hips upwards and filled Jena's mouth with several
huge sticky wads of sperm, all of which she eagerly
swallowed down her tight little throat, into her belly.
"Fuck yeah!" said Dave repeatedly as he continued
mashing his face into her crotch and ass, pumping sperm
out all the while. Jena had been building up and was
close to releasing, and Dave knew that leaving her on
the edge would frustrate her a little, so he demanded
that she get off of his face and kneel down next to the
chaise that he laid on. Once on her knees, Dave
instructed Jena to lick her pussy juices off of his
lips, cheeks, chin and nose until there wasn't a trace
of it left. Jena did exactly that, and Dave took a
passionate kiss from her before filling her in on her
next task.
"Stand up slut and take off your shoes and socks. I'm
going to hose you down before we move over to the tennis
court. As Jena removed them, Dave glanced at his watch
to see that it was only 8:00AM. Watching Jena for a
couple of hours on the tennis court with the automatic
serving machine should be a fun way to spend the next
part of the early morning, thought Dave. He would be
able to sit down and relax and read the entire Times
while she exerted herself. Yeah, life was good.
Once Jena was almost completely naked, with the
exception of the spandex sports bra she was wearing,
Dave led her onto the center of a wide grassy area by
the garden, and started to hose down her body with ice
cold water. Jena made the most adorable noises as she
turned around in little circles, feeling totally
uncomfortable having the pressurized cold water striking
her from the chest down. After a minute, Dave turned
off the hose, and let Jennifer drip dry for a few
minutes. Her entire light skinned body was covered in
tiny pointy goosebumps as she chattered her teeth for a
bit, until the warm sun, although still low on the
horizon, started to warm her up again.
Now thoroughly dry, Dave had her put her running shoes
and socks back onto her feet, before leading her over to
the large fenced in tennis court on the other side of
the house.
"Ok babe, now, I'm going to sit down and relax, while
reading my newspaper for the next couple of hours. For
you, it's tennis training time. See that machine on the
court?"
"Yes sir." said Jena as she looked at the large oven-
shaped machine sitting on the center of the serving
line, with three machine gun-like canon barrels jutting
out of it.
"Well it holds a capacity of 200 tennis balls. I've got
it set to random, which means that it will fire off one
tennis ball every five seconds to different parts of the
court. Your job is to return each ball in bounds until
the machine runs out. Once that happens, you will
gather up all of the balls, refill the machine and then
repeat the whole process until I get tired. Got it?"
"Yes Sir." replied Jena as she knew she was in for
another solid workout. Picking up the graphite tennis
racket that Dave had brought out earlier, she followed
him out to the court where he detached the leash but
left her collar around her neck.
"Now, I'm not just going to be reading, I'm going to be
watching your performance. I expect you to give your
best effort out there Jena. Do you understand?" asked
Dave with a firm tone in his voice.
"Yes Sir, I understand." said Jena as she grasped her
racket firmly, preparing herself for the 'game'.
"Good girl. Now, let me know when you need a break. I
hope you can last for at least an hour. If not, I'm
going to blister your ass, and I fucking mean that, is
that understood?"
"Yes Sir, I understand." repeated Jena.
Patting her on the head, and stealing another hot wet
lusty kiss from her lips, Dave went to sit on the comfy
lawn chair he had set up outside of the fenced tennis
court, and he put his feet up, beginning to read his
newspaper while Jena began her workout.
Two hours later, Jena appeared to be exhausted. Her
entire lithe body was gleaming in a sheen of sweat, and
some of her bangs were matted to her forehead. Dave
decided it was time to get some liquids into her.
"Come here slut, you deserve a break." said Dave as Jena
exhaustedly dropped her racket onto the court and
sauntered tiredly over to Dave, where she plunged down
to her knees, still breathing heavily in exertion.
"Want a drink?" asked Dave smiling, patting the top of
her sweaty hair.
"Yes please Sir." replied Jena, still gasping for air.
"No problem slut, you're going to need it. In 10
minutes, you and I are having a match. If you win, you
get the rest of the day off to do whatever you want,
including resting, but if I win, I'm going to be putting
some large sex toys in your ass. Sound good?"
"Yes Sir." winced Jena. Dave knew when she signed the
contract with him that one of the things she was worried
about was anal play. Dave couldn't blame her, knowing
that she had such a tiny, petite, untouched asshole. He
couldn't wait to start ravaging it.
Pouring out some ice cold water into a cup, Dave forced
Jena to lick it out of her dog dish, which she did with
a great effort, parched as she was. Dave took the
opportunity to squat down behind her so he could play
with her sweaty pussy lips. They were soaking and
sticky, and Dave took great pleasure in poking and
prodding two of his fingers around and inside her tight
pussy, imagining how great it was going to eventually
feel around his cock. Shaking his head, Dave still
couldn't believe how easy it had been to convince Jena
to spend the summer with him as his sex slave. It
turned out to be a good investment in time spent
chatting on the Internet and the phone with her, and
Dave had meticulously plotted everything he had both
typed and said to her for months, all with the purpose
of getting her here, just like this, kneeling before him
submissively.
"Ok slut, you've had enough. You can suck on my cock
for five minutes and then we'll play our game." said
Dave as he plopped himself back down into his chair
after shedding his shorts.
Jena crawled back up to her knees and started fondling
Dave's instantly growing cock, watching it harden before
her eyes. Once proudly erect, Dave pulled Jena's head
forward by her ponytail, and allowed his cock to sink
into her throat, making her gag, cough and choke a
little around it.
Dave called her some dirty names to humiliate her as he
enjoyed her soft wet tongue and inner cheeks massaging
every square inch of his cock that was actually able to
fit inside her beautiful mouth. Before cumming, Dave
forced her to stop and made her pull his shorts back on
while he unzipped his tennis racket from its case.
Dave made Jena walk in front of him as they headed over
to the tennis court again. After clearing the serving
machine and the remaining balls off the court, Dave and
Jena began their match, which only lasted less than an
hour.
The final score was 6-0, 6-0, 6-1 for Dave, no big
surprise. Dave had taken the opportunity to slam
several shots directly at Jena, nailing her over a dozen
times with the tennis ball, causing deep red blotches to
appear on her delicate skin where the ball had slammed
into her, and making her generally fearful of
approaching the net and of returning shots inbounds.
"Good game slut." said Dave as he slapped her hard on
her ass, making Jena jump and gasp quickly. "Looks like
I'm going to be having one fucking great afternoon with
your ass babe." chuckled Dave as he told Jena to get
into the house and to have a long soapy shower to ensure
that she was clean for him. Before he sent her away, he
showed her the large collection of sex toys that he had,
which she would become very acquainted with in great
detail. Jena winced at the sight of the large dildoes,
vibrators, butt plugs, beads, eggs, and other oddities
that she had no idea what they could possibly be used
for. With that, she headed into the shower, and Dave
began preparing the room for the fun afternoon he was
about to have...
***CHAPTER 2 COMING SOON!***
Thanks to the many readers who have sent me emails about
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Once again, to all authors out there, thanks for your
great contributions. And to all readers out there,
hopefully you'll be inspired to contribute stuff too.
I'm certainly not a polished writer by any means, just a
layman trying to give a little back. My belief is that
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"Raping Amanda Bynes and Avril Lavigne"
Copyright Dave Haugen 2002
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Chapter 3
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Sipping my ice cold Budweiser and listening to the
wonderful sounds of a creaking bed, squelching pussy
noises, and little moans and whimpers, made me happy.
Yes, i was in heaven. Life didn't get better than this.
For about 20 minutes, I watched little Amanda Bynes
reluctantly ramming her strap-on in and out of Avril
Lavigne's by now sore and swollen pussy. Both girls had
their eyes closed, and neither of them seemed to be
giving any indication that they were enjoying it.
Especially Avril. She had her face all clenched up like
a weightlifter lifting weights. Poor thing.
Speaking of poor things, my ears were going to fall off
my head if I had to hear any more of Avril's CD. She
really wasn't that talented of a musician if you sat
down and listened to her songs. Standing up, I popped
the CD out and threw it in the garbage.
"That's enough of that! Man Avril, your music stinks."
I said loud enough that she could hear. Just the sound
of my voice sparked Amanda to start pumping the strap-on
dildo faster in and out of Avril's twat. She must
really be afraid of not following orders, I thought,
after all, she had been the perfect little model of
submissiveness.
"I'd better check on our dinner now! Keep on fucking
that slag Amanda, I'll be right back" I said as I walked
into the kitchen to see that the pizza was almost done
to perfection. Avril's 'dog-food-delight' had been
ready for a long time! Man, I was going to have fun
watching her get that piss laced slime going down her
throat.
Taking the pizza out of the oven, I brought it and two
plates, and two of the drinks into the bedroom. I left
the dog food bowl and Avril's glass of cold piss on the
counter.
"Girls, dinner is served! I don't know about you both,
but I'm starving! Amanda, you can cease fucking the
slut under you and get her arms and ankles undone. And
take those clamps off, I'm sure that Avril's learned her
lesson about what happens when orders aren't followed
around here, right Avril?"
No answer, as Amanda carefully and slowly pulled the wet
juicy dildo out of Avril's red gaping twat, not wanting
to hurt her any more than she already had. And by
gaping, I meant relatively gaping. You could see that
her outer labia was totally red and puffy, and that her
young hole was opened about the size of an oblong
quarter. But it was a gape nonetheless.
Avril screamed as the clamps were removed from her
glowing and squished nipples. Once Amanda had her hands
free, they instantly went to her nipples, trying to
prevent the burning pain of the pent-up blood from
rushing back into them, but it was no use. Amanda
slowly wiggled out from in between Avril's legs, and I
watched as she undid the ropes that held Avril's ankles
together.
"Ok girls, it's dinner time, but first, I have to remind
you both of an important rule in this house."
Standing up, I walked right up to Avril, slapped her
hard across the face, and easily placed her kicking
writhing body across my lap. Amanda cowered onto the
floor in fear, as she watched me slam my hand down onto
Avril's still sore ass cheeks. I spanked her tight
little ass 20 times, while saying aloud:
"This is a reminder that I can dish out pain anytime I
want, and this isn't even severe pain, it can get worse.
All I expect from you both is full and total
cooperation. If you do exactly what I tell you, then
you won't have to suffer any additional pain, because
believe me girls, you'll be doing what I want anyway, so
why make it worse on yourselves?"
Following Avril's spanking, I stood up, causing her limp
body to fall to the carpeted floor with a thud. I stood
up and went back to the food.
"Ok girls, let's eat! Doesn't this pizza smell good?"
Both girls nodded, I knew they would be starving as they
hadn't eaten for so many hours. Neither of them moved
from their spots though...Amanda on the bed, and Avril
kneeling up slowly on the floor, her ass stinging.
"Good! Now Amanda, here's a nice big piece of pizza for
you." I said as I handed a nice slice over to her.
Instantly, she started nibbling on the end of it,
letting her stomach dictate her actions.
"Is it good?" I asked Amanda, who slowly nodded as she
ate.
I picked up a piece and took a bite out of it. Mmmmm,
it was good! I'd have to buy that brand of frozen pizza
more often.
"Here's a diet coke for you Amanda, I didn't want to
give you a beer because you're underage and that would
be illegal." I chuckled to myself, thinking 'Yeah, as
if kidnapping and rape wasn't illegal.'
"Thank you." said Amanda quietly as she took a sip of
her diet coke. What polite manners she had!
Avril watched us eating for a few moments, still rubbing
her sore nipples and pussy. Her head went back and
forth, watching us, and I waited to see how she would
react to the fact that we were eating and she wasn't.
When her dainty little hand reached forward to the pizza
box I had set on the floor in front of us, I quickly
slapped her hand, causing her to retract it so quickly,
gasping.
"Did I say you could take a piece slut?" I asked her
with a stern look on my face. She didn't answer, and
just sat there.
"Are you hungry? Will you eat?" I asked. Without
wanting to look into the eyes of the man who had just
brutally raped her virginity away, Avril nodded. I knew
she was starving.
"Ok then. Hang on and I'll go and get you your dinner.
I forgot it in the kitchen. Now don't you dare touch
that pizza Avril! Amanda, you can have another slice if
you want."
"Thank you." said Amanda as she eagerly grabbed another
piece after gulping down another sip of diet coke.
Avril looked over at Amanda with a look of disgust, but
Amanda was too busy feeding her appetite to even notice.
I returned with the dogfood bowl in one hand and the
glass of piss in the other. Avril's eyes widened when
she saw me holding the bowl in the cutest way. And she
didn't even know the contents of it yet!
"Since you're kind of ugly Avril, I thought you should
be eating your meal from a dog food bowl. Here you go!"
I said as I placed it on the floor, just in front of
her. Her eyes looked down and she caught the wafting
odor of the horrible smelling canned dog food. She
recognized immediately what it was, but I don't think
she knew that it was more than just dog food...that it
had my urine soaking through it!
"Well?" I said as I took another bite of pizza. "What
the fuck are you waiting for? You said you were hungry!
Eat!! That's some premium dog food there. My dog Duke
loves it!"
Avril held her knees up to her chest and grabbed her
wrists over her shins, shaking her head back and forth.
"There is no fucking way I'm eating that shit!" she said
defiantly.
I was not in the mood for playing games.
"Do I have to remind you that I can make your life a
living hell bitch? NOW EAT IT!!!"
"NO!!!!!" shouted Avril as she looked at me, then
quickly looked down at her knees. Time for some action
I see.
I stood up and before Avril even had a chance to react,
I pushed her knees down until her legs were flat, and i
kneeled over them, sitting down on her knees. She was
already afraid, as I pinned both of her wrists together
with one hand, and lifted them up over her head. I
reached forward and grabbed her left nipple in my hand
and squished it in my fingers as hard as I humanly
could. Avril screamed, causing Amanda to drop her pizza
and place her hands over her ears, not wanting to listen
to something so bloodcurdling.
"I told you BITCH that you are GOING to do WHATEVER I
tell you or you are going to pay SEVERELY!" I shouted,
twisting her nipple at every emphasized word. Tears
began forming at the corners of Avril's eyes but she
bravely shouted out: "NOOOOOO!!! I won't do it!!!!!
Fuck you!!!"
Fine. I told Amanda to bring me my jacket that was
sitting on a chair by an end table. Quickly, Amanda did
as she was told, and I dug into the pockets until I
found what I was looking for. My handy dandy never-
lets-me-down lighter. Avril's eyes opened wide when she
saw that.
"Wh....what is that?" asked Avril nervously. I flicked
it on for her to see the golden yellow flame come
faithfully out.
"This bitch, is insurance that you are going to stop
being such a fucking disobedient CUNT, and that you will
start doing what you are told!!" I shouted, and with
that, I lowered the flame downwards, and quickly flicked
it across her reddened left nipple, just enough to
antagonize the heat sensors in her skin and her brain.
"NOOOOO!!O!O!!O!!!!!!" screamed Avril in sheer horror,
not so much from the pain as the flame passed by so
quickly, but from the shock that I would actually do
something like that to her. Her young sweet body bucked
underneath me but to no avail, I was way too big for her
to even contemplate overthrowing.
"I am NOT fucking around here BITCH!" I said sternly,
"If you don't eat that fucking dog food on your own, I'm
going to toast your nipples until they look like burnt
marshmallows, and then I'm going to shove the food down
your throat. Either way, that dog food gets in your
stomach, so which way is it going to be?"
As I started to lower the flame again in a motion
towards her breasts, Avril panicked and kicked into
submission.
"OK OK I'll do it!!!!!! Don't burn me please!!!!!!"
begged Avril nicely. I flicked off the lighter, to
assure her that I was going to keep my end of the
bargain, and I leaned over and planted a nice passionate
wet sloppy kiss on her lips. I just had to, she was so
adorable in her panic. And besides, I wouldn't want to
be kissing her after what she was about to eat, yuck!!
:)
I stood up and returned to my chair where I picked up
another piece of that delicious pizza. Wow, Amanda must
have been starving, she was working on her third piece!
She hadn't said a word as I disciplined Avril, but I
knew she was watching us, and I would have given
anything to know what was going on in her mind.
Reluctantly, Avril moved at a snail's pace as she looked
at the bowl of dog food sitting in front of her like a
nightmare. I watched her with fascination as she looked
as though she didn't know how to approach it. I thought
she might need a little bit of coaching.
"And since you're a dog Avril, you won't be eating with
utensils. Just get on your hands and knees, lower your
face, and dig in!" I laughed heartily as she flashed me
another look of hate. God this was fun!
The moment her face lowered to just a few inches above
the dog food, she recoiled it, shaking her head back and
forth. I knew the terrible aroma was getting to her, I
could smell it from here and it was very unpleasantly
aromatic.
"If your face is not in there in 10 seconds Avril,
you're going to see what it feels like to be a candle,
with your nipple as the wick. START EATING!!!" I
blasted out. Deciding in her mind what the lessers of
the two evils were, Avril's spirit was broken, and she
leaned over, and took a little nibble of the dog food.
After a second nibble, she again sat up and looked at
me.
"There's pee in it!!!!" she said in a great revelation,
causing me to laugh out loud.
"Yeah there is, neat huh?" I replied happily. "Keep
eating!" I warned as I flicked on the lighter again. At
the sight of the flame, Avril's head again lowered to
her doggie bowl again for another bite. Before she took
her third bite, she said outloud "Fucking cocksucker."
which made me laugh again.
Avril had a hard time taking more bites of the slimy,
ground up greasy dog food, and it was only a few seconds
later when she popped her head up yet again and spoke
out.
"Why the fuck isn't SHE eating dog food?!?!?!" asked
Avril loudly, in an expression that declared that she
felt cheated and picked on. Which she was of course,
but it was nice that she noticed.
"Why slut?" I answered. "Because Amanda has been
perfectly obedient, and has done everything I asked of
her. She took off her clothes when ordered without any
hesitation at all, she fucked your little pussy for half
an hour non-stop, and she doesn't utter profanities out
like you! She deserves pizza. You deserve your dog
food. Oh yeah, and I want this downed too. Some more
piss that wouldn't fit into the bowl." I said as I
placed the glass of piss next to the dog food bowl.
The most miraculous thing was starting to happen. Avril
was no longer staring at me in hate, but now at Amanda,
who noticed the pop-singer's stares as well. A million
and one ideas raced through my mind as I saw how angry
Avril was getting at what she felt was unfair treatment.
"You know what girls? I've decided that because Amanda
here has been so good, I'm not going to rape her at all.
Now, I'll be letting you both go free in a week or so,
and you can return to your pathetic little lives, but
since Amanda has been such an angel, and has actually
listened to everything I said, taking orders like a pro,
she is going to get out of this untouched. So no rape
for you Amanda!"
Yes, I was lying. Not about the part about letting them
go, that was planned in a week's time. But I wouldn't
be able to let Amanda go without feeling her pussy
constricting itself around my hard cock, and knowing
that my cum had bathed her insides at least a few times.
But right now, I wanted to create some tension between
this friendship, just to see what would happen.
"Now I do want to keep this semi-fair, so I'll give you
a choice Avril. Do you want to share your food and make
Amanda here eat half of your dinner for you? I'm sure
you don't want her to suffer, but I'll let that choice
be yours." As I verbally stated my offer to Avril, I
noticed that Amanda literally froze still in mid-bite,
horrified at the idea of trading up her delicious pizza
for some piss coated dog food!
Well, I made a quick prediction of what would happen
next, and sure enough it did!
Without any hesitation at all, Avril made her choice.
"Yes! I want her to eat half of this shit!" Avril said
vengefully. I just knew she didn't care one iota about
Amanda or the friendship they shared. She was so
fucking selfish that she was going to try dragging her
friend through the mud with her. Well I wasn't going to
let that happen so easily.
"Very well Avril." I said as I turned to Amanda. "Ok
Amanda, Avril said that she wants you to eat have of
that dog food. You know, I pissed in there, it's
totally disgusting. So Amanda, how does that make you
feel?"
Amanda wasn't sure what to say: "Not good, I don't want
to eat that!" said Amanda fearfully. I could see Avril
watching the action closely, hoping to be spared from
such a horrible fate. Or at least, half a horrible
fate. I knew that it would make Avril feel better to
see Amanda getting debased, and of course, I couldn't
let my little rock star feel better!
"Ok Amanda, then I'll give you a choice. You can either
eat half the dog food that Avril is so bitchily trying
to force upon you, or you can whip her pussy with my
belt for a while as I hold her down. That's your two
choices Amanda sweetie, so what's it going to be?"
"Amanda please!!!!!!" begged Avril, hoping her friend
would choose the dog food.
I almost fell of my chair when I heard Amanda's
response.......
"I....I'll eat the dog food." said Amanda submissively.
Oh my God, was she insane??? She was actually going to
eat that disgusting mess? And then I thought about
Amanda Bynes' personality...she really was a sweet
loveable thing, and she didn't want to inflict any more
pain over her friend, despite the fact that Avril was
willing to sell her out.
"You are so adorable Amanda! Now YOU are a REAL friend!
For being so good, yet AGAIN, I'm going to let you off
the hook. Avril, being the fucking slut that she is,
will be finishing off her meal alone. And she will
doing it in under 15 minutes! So Amanda, you and I will
enjoy our pizza, and Avril here will enjoy feeling dog
food sliding down her throat. Hey Avril, do you want to
know what they actually put in dog food??? Nahh, I'd
just ruin your appetite. Oh well, enjoy, you fucking
slut! Hey Amanda, can I get you another diet coke?"
I loved the humiliated look on Avril's face, but the
problem was she wasn't eating. I stood up and walked
around behind her, having to hold her down by her hips
to prevent her from trying to run. Holding my hands
around her waist, I forced Avril roughly into the hands
and knees doggie-style position, and watched her squirm.
"Ok bitch, you have 15 minutes to eat every last drop of
dog food, and to drink my piss from that glass. If you
don't get it done, you're nipples are ruined forever.
Startingggggggggggg NOW!" I said happily.
When Avril didn't move, I grabbed my lighter and flicked
the flame quickly over her pussy, hearing one of her
sperm and pussy juice matted crotch hairs singe. Wow,
that did it! Avril knew she had no choice, and for 15
minutes, Amanda and I watched as she ate every last
morsel of dog food. She retched a few times and I
didn't think she was going to make it at one point.
Thank God she didn't puke, I can't stand that smell, it
makes me want to vomit myself!
Watching Avril drink down a glassful of my cold piss was
especially satisfying. By the end of the 15 minutes,
Avril sat crosslegged on the floor, with a rather pale
complexion, clutching her stomach, thinking about what
she just did.
"Now that our feeding appetites have been satisfied,
it's time to satisfy our sexual appetites with a bit of
dessert!" I remarked happily. "Amanda, take off your
panties and get on the bed, hands and knees please." I
ordered.
"B....b....but you said that you weren't going to....."
Amanda couldn't even finish off the sentence saying the
dreaded R word.
"Oh I won't rape you sweetie. Remember, I promised you!
Avril's going to be giving you some pleasure by eating
out your pussy and your ass. After the shit she's put
you through, you really deserve that. Isn't that
exciting!"
"You're sick." said Avril quietly as she held her face
in her hands, still shocked by everything that was
happening.
Ignoring Avril's typically bitchy comments, I watched
with arousal as I made Amanda take off her panties,
exposing her full body to me. Oh my God, her pussy and
ass were absolutely phenomenal as I watched her climb
onto the bed, and go onto her hands and knees, with her
knees right at the edge of the bed, causing her feet to
point out, parallel to the floor.
Amanda's pussy was like Avril's in that it was almost
totally hairless and thin. Her little asshole was
everything I had dreamed it would be, tight, crinkled
and a darker pink color than the rest of her pale whiter
skin. It took every ounce of strength in my body to not
jump up and start fucking Amanda Bynes right then and
there. I wanted her in the worst way, and all of those
reruns of "The Amanda Show" had not helped to curve that
desire in me that had been building for years. My cock
had grown hard again, and I was so excited to watch some
more lesbian action between these two slutty starlets.
"Ok Avril, it's dessert time!" I said as I had dragged
Avril's body by pulling her by her hair a few feet until
she was just under the spot by the bed where Amanda was
kneeling.
"Now, I want you to suck that tight little pussy that
Amanda has with energy and passion. Dig your tongue in,
suck her lips and her clit, and then start tongue
fucking her tight little ass. Got it Avril? Go to it
girl!"
As I watched the arousing spectacle of Amanda Bynes
being eaten out by Avril Lavigne, I started jacking off
my cock right there. I picked up Amanda's panties and
brought them up to my face, inhaling deeply, and
smelling her sensational bodily odors. Her panties had
nice faint yellow stains on them from her pussy juices,
and the smell was that beautiful acidic smell that only
teenage girls emit from between their legs. I started
to lick the crotch of Amanda's panties as a disgusted
Avril began licking out the real thing. I was in
heaven. I sucked the crotch of Amanda's sweet panties
into my mouth, tasting the juices and sweat that came
out of them. I was like a kid in a candy store.
I then picked up the discarded strapon that had been
buried in Avril's twat for almost an hour, and was about
to clean the dried juices off of that too, when I
suddenly remembered that the dildo was also covered with
lots of my dry sperm all over it. Yechh, to think I
almost shoved that thing in my mouth!
Amanda wasn't at all moaning from Avril's oral
administrations, and I could see why. Avril was doing a
horrible job...it looked as though she was licking a
stamp!
"Jesus Avril, you aren't a very good lesbian are you?
No, I think you make a better cock sucker than a carpet
muncher. Move aside!" I said as she gratefully pulled
her now sticky face away from Amanda's dampening pussy.
"Here, shove this in your mouth instead and suck that
off." I said to Avril as I handed her the dildo.
Angrily, she started to lick it off, wincing in disgust
at the taste of her own juices and my semen on it.
Amanda was shivering on the bed, knowing that I was
going to be continuing the task that Avril had started.
Mike, I thought to myself, you are one lucky fucking
bastard. Here I am, on my knees, looking directly at
Amanda Bynes' pussy and ass just inches in front of my
face! And I could eat her out for as long as I wanted.
My objective was plain and simple, eat this cunt out and
make little Amanda cum. I knew I could do it, I was
talented enough in this area to make any female juice
herself out. Yeah, I was going to suck an orgasm out of
this tight little 16 year old body if it meant losing
all feeling in my mouth! What a way to have your tongue
go numb.....eating out Amanda Bynes. Just think, All
That was mine!
"Avril, stop sucking that cock you whore. Get up on the
bed, on your hands and knees, facing us, and start
tongue kissing your friend now!" I ordered. Avril was
too afraid of me to not do what I had ordered, and she
climbed up onto the bed without any argument at all. I
watched these two little dykes as they kissed each
other. I knew it was by force, but who cared, all I
needed was the visual stimuli of seeing two young girls
doing that, knowing that it was all because of me!
As they kissed, I lowered my head to Amanda's pussy and
inhaled deeply, taking in the aroma. I sniffed Amanda's
little butt too. God, she was fucking hot. Eagerly, I
licked my tongue all over her thighs, her pussy lips,
that little bit of skin separating her pussy from her
asshole, and of course her asshole itself. Time stood
still for me as I ate and ate and ate and ate. Amanda
juiced up like every little slut did that I ate out, and
I sucked it into my mouth, letting her pussy juices coat
my taste buds, filling my senses completely with her
womanhead. And to know that I was the first to tongue
fuck Amanda Bynes was the, if you'll pardon the pun,
cherry on the pie.
For a good 15 minutes, I ate out Amanda, uttering little
words here and there like "Arch your back more Amanda",
"Faster kissing girls", "Open your legs a little more
Amanda", "Swap some spit back and forth", "Squeeze my
tongue when I get it in there really deep", "Rub each
other's titties", "Hump my face now", "Lick each others
cheeks and face now, both of you"....and on and on.
Suddenly, all three of our heads bolted upwards
synchronously. It would have looked very funny if the
image had been captured on film.
The phone rang.
Just once.
I silently counted to 10.
The phone rang again.
Two times now.
I silently counted to 10 again.
The phone rang again.
This time I answered it, knowing that it was Steve,
giving me the code. I picked up the phone and held it
close to me while I continued licking Amanda's pussy
lips up and down.
"Keep kissing girls, it's only my friend Jake." I said
as I answered the phone.
"Hiya Jake." I said as I made some intentionally loud
sucking noises so that he could hear all the things he
was missing.
"Hey pal, having fun?" Steve asked, knowing that more
than likely I was.
"Yep, it went without a hitch, not one fucking problem.
How are things on your end Jake?"
Steve laughed at my calling him Jake. "All hell has
broken loose here at Warner Brothers. Have you been
watching TV at all? CNN's going fucking ape shit about
this story, it's international right now!"
"No shit!" I laughed, as I shoved my tongue back inside
Amanda's saliva coated asshole, causing her to groan
inside Avril's mouth. I knew that both girls were
listening very carefully for clues, for information, for
anything....their eyes were wide open and they were
looking at each other while they kissed.
"The entire LAPD all the way up to the fucking feds are
looking for them. In fact, Amanda's and Avril's parents
are going to be doing Larry King tomorrow night doing a
plea show. I'm telling you this story's bigger than
OJ!" Steve explained.
Man, I thought, I'll bet every man, woman and child in
the world was thinking the worst...that some rapist
kidnapped the two celebrities. Smart world.
"Can you still get away?" I asked, looking forward to
Steve coming down. I had always wanted to try fucking a
totally petite girl in the ass while another guy was up
her cunt, a real sex sandwich, and I had two of the
tightest girls I had ever known right here, what a
perfect opportunity! And modesty aside for a moment,
Steve and I had larger than average cocks, so I
hypothesized that our boys would be getting squeezed so
nicely. I wondered if a cock in one hole makes the
other one tighter? So much to learn.
"Yeah, I'll be there in two days. For me, it's vacation
time as planned. I really think we're in the clear here
Mike. Man, I can't wait to get there to fuck up those
broads. You're not untightening all four holes on me
now are you? You promised to save me some!" Steve
joked.
"Nahhh, just one so far." I replied. "Speaking of
which, it wasn't the one I was expecting, if you know
what I mean...what the hell happened Jake? I got kind
of surprised when I unwrapped package number two."
"It's a long story man, and probably best saved when I
get there. So you save some of that ass for me ok bud?"
"You bet. See ya soon! Oh Jake, before you go, someone
here wants to say something to you...hang on...." I said
as I muted the phone with my hand and whispered to Avril
to tell my buddy on the other end of the phone that she
was excited about having him come over and fucking her
like the slut she was. Avril was steamed at having to
do that for some reason. I held the phone up to Avril's
face, and listened.
"I'm excited about you coming over and fucking me like
the slut I am." I knew it took a lot of strength for
Avril to say that. Sure it was cold, and
expressionless, but at least she did as she was ordered.
I think the lighter bit really scared her. It's a good
thing she didn't call my bluff....as if I could actually
burn her! I pulled the phone back to my face.
"What do you think Jake? She wants ya! Heh heh." I
laughed.
"Fuck man, I've been trying not to jack off now for a
week! I can't wait to fucking drown the little slut in
it." replied Steve.
"Well don't tell me, tell Miss Lavigne here!" I said as
I put the phone next to Avril's ear. As she listened,
her face so cutely scrunched up again, and I knew that
Steve must had told her what she really, yeah, wanted to
hear. Right. :)
"Take care bud, see ya in a day!" I said as I hung up
the phone and slid it across the carpet into the
kitchen.
"Fuck me Amanda, you taste like heaven!" I said as I
proceeded to eat her out for another half hour. As
promised, I drew that orgasm out of her with some
serious clit suctioning and tongue action. Again, no
female is able to withstand that kind of pressure and
pulling on her clit when it comes to my lips. Fuck
yeah, eating pussy was one of the greatest joys in life.
Fucking pussy was an even better joy, and my cock was so
fucking hard, it was humping air!!!
I watched as Amanda slowly came down from her orgasm.
Her muscles around her pussy and asshole were clenching.
In fact, I got a bird's eye view of her asshole winking
at me...how adorable! Amanda was breathing heavily, and
I fantasized that that was the first time she had ever
cum. When I asked her though, she said no, and I was
about to extract from her that she did diddle her little
clit and pussy alone in bed at nights. Well, at least
she was a healthy typical teenager, and not some
repressed unhealthy one.
"I hoped you liked that Amanda because I'll be doing it
a lot over the next week."
"But, no making love right???" Amanda checked.
"That's right sweetie, your cherry is safe." I said in a
soft romantic voice, as I stroked her hair tenderly with
my fingers. A smile from her would have been nice, but
instead, she made eye contact, and nodded quickly, with
a bit of relief, as if to say 'Ok, good, I wanted to
make sure.'
I just knew that Avril was totally pissed off that she
was getting shafted. Here Amanda was being treated like
an angel, and she was being raked over the coals. And
it was about to get worse!
"Ok I need some more fucking, my balls have built up a
fresh load of sperm and I need something tight and juicy
to pump into. Hey Avril, bring that slutty pussy of
yours over here, I'm going to pump some more cum into
it!" I asked excitedly. Again with that look of hate!
Boy, she must really have despised me, every last inch
of me, right to my core. Oh well, who the fuck cared.
"Mmmm, I can't wait to shove my hard cock back inside
that tight little fuck hole of yours. That's all you're
really good for Avril." I said in a childlike way, as I
rubbed my hands together happily for added effect. I
wanted this bitch to hate me.
"Get on your back SLUT!" I commanded her, and quickly
she did. There was no way she was going to risk getting
burnt again.
Kneeling over Avril's body in between her legs, I
started rubbing my leaking cock over her pussy lips
again. She wasn't gaping anymore, just the contrary,
her vagina had swollen up and was tighter than before!
"Ok Amanda, I need you to hold her open again for me
dear." I said, and instantly, Amanda bounded up and did
just that.
"Avril, look into my eyes while I fuck you and don't you
dare turn my head. You're gonna get fucked anyway, but
if you choose not to look at me, you're going to get the
nipple clips back."
"NOOOOOOO!!!!!! Don't put those on me again please!"
Avril begged frantically. That kind of pissed me off.
She was more afraid of the nipple clamp pain than from
the pain my cock gave her. How insulting! My cock did
not need to know that it was not the biggest fear factor
here. This slut was going to pay.
Once I held Avril's legs completely up so that her knees
touched her armpits, and Amanda had a good grasp of
April's pussy lips, I SLAMMMMMMMMMMED home with a good
power thrust, forcing my cock inside her swollen dry
pussy in one major thrust!!
"FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
screamed Avril in severe pain, as her poor pussy was
forced to totally open up again, only two hours or so
after being so brutally raped by myself and Amanda.
"OH NOOOOOOOOOO IT HURTSSSSSSS....YOURE TOO
BIGGGG...TAKE IT OUTTTTTTTTT.....!!!" Avril begged over
and over in a cute feminine voice. She really was in
pain. Good. I pulled my cock completely out before
slamming it home again on her.
"NOOONNONNONONONNNO" Avril said as she thrashed her head
back and forth.
"Look at me CUNT!!!" I commanded, grabbing her head, and
forcing her to look me right in the eyes. Instead of
hatred, her look was pure fear and pure pain as I
rapidly fucked my cock in and out, feeling her tight
silky pussy walls grasping me so nicely.
"Yeah bitch, I'm going to fuck you like this over and
over, you'll have so much of my cum in you, it will be
leaking out for you for months!" I said as I sharply
jabbed her down, pumping her pussy into the mattress.
Amanda's hands didn't move as she listened to the
tortured yells and cries of her friend.
I played with Avril's nipples and bellybutton as I
fucked her with great thrusts, feeling myself bottoming
out in her every time. I had her head held in a strong
grasp so she was always facing me, and when she closed
her eyes, I gave her a particularly savage thrust and
shook her head, which resulted in her opening them up
again and looking into my eyes, the man that was
defiling her little body.
"Serves you right bitch for flaunting your ass in all
those rock videos!" I said as I rode her with impunity.
"Your fucking pussy is so fucking tight, oh man, YEAH
MAN!!!!" I said as I pumped it inside her in different
angles and pressures, making sure she felt it all. Fuck
it was good!
"Hey Avril, I'm gonna pump my boys into you again, but
this time I'm going deep!!!! I'm going to cram my cum
into you, deep inside you!!!! What do you think about
that slut??? All of it inside your tummy. If you're
not pregnant already, you sure as hell should be now!" I
continued to assault her with humiliating taunts and
laughs and all she could do was lay there and take it.
"Here it comes BITCH!!!!" I said as I collapsed my body
onto hers, all 200 pounds of it. She screamed over and
over again.
"Fuck yeah!!!!" I said as I ground my hips into hers,
feeling my balls explode a fountain of semen which
gushed inside her, filling every nook and cranny of her
tight female pussy. I stayed inside her for about two
minutes after cumming, pumping a little now and then,
just to make sure that my debasement for this fuck
session was really complete and thorough.
I always say, if you can't do a job correctly, than
don't do it at all. :)
Finally, I pulled my cock out of her. It was a mess,
laced with semen and pussy juices.
"Ahhhhh, Avril, you're a bitch, but wow do you have a
nice tight pussy." I said as I used her silky brown hair
to wipe all the liquids off my cock. She didn't like
that at all, in fact, I thought she was going to swear
at me, but she held it in.
Looking down to inspect the damage, I saw trails of
sperm leaking out of her tightening pussy. Some of it
was going up her womb-tubes, I knew that, but a lot of
it just had no where to go I suppose. Wait a
minute...sure it did.
"Amanda Bynes, please report for sperm-transfer clean-up
duty!" I said jokingly, as Amanda began the process of
shoving her fingers up Avril's twat and pulling ropy
slimes of semen out of her pussy, and transferring it to
Avril's mouth where she reluctantly sucked it all down
in her wet mouth. Once the sperm transfer was done, and
I was satisfied that most of it had been pulled out and
swallowed by Avril, I decided that a little additional
clean up was in order before bed. I was tired, and
wanted to get some shut eye.
"Ok sluts, I think it's shower time! Let's go into the
bathroom together and get ready for bed. We have all
worked so hard today and I know that we all need a good
rest." I said as I easily marched the two girls into the
large bathroom that was just off of the bedroom.
"Now who has to piss or take a shit? Now's a good
time." I asked. Both of them nodded, and I humiliated
them by having them watch the other person closely, face
to the toilet closely, as they each took turns taking a
piss, and a dump. I had them wipe each other's butts
clean with toilet paper too for added effect.
"Ok, Amanda, you're first. Step on in and Avril and I
are going to watch you have a nice soapy shower."
I closed the bathroom door behind us, and sat on the
floor, leaning back against the door. I put Avril
sitting on the floor right between her legs, and I
pulled her back so that her back was pressed against my
stomach and chest. Her skin felt so soft and smooth
against mine. Avril was tense and repulsed as I
tenderly stroked her hair while we cuddled and watched
Amanda take a nice 10 minute long hot shower. The room
was all steamy as Amanda washed her body all over with
soap, and shampooed her long hair. I watched with
fascination as she turned off the water and began to
towel dry herself, and her long hair. Once she was
done, I told her to trade places with Avril. This time,
Amanda came to lay by me, and I fondled and cuddled her
as Avril stepped into the shower.
"Ummm, Avril, for being such a bitch about the dog food,
there will be no hot water for you." I said with a
smile.
"What????" asked Avril, who had been so looking forward
to enjoying a nice hot shower that she had just spent 10
minutes watching Amanda get to enjoy. I knew how much
Avril wanted to wash her body to get the sperm out of
her hair and out of her pussy, and to have nice warm
water course down her skin. No such luck as far as the
warm water would be concerned.
"Amanda, shut off the hot knob please." I said as Amanda
did as she was ordered, before returning to lay on my
belly again.
Avril shivered and froze in the icy cold water that was
powering down onto her skin from above, and she began
her swearing act again as she quickly lathered up and
soaped herself, concentrating on between her legs.
"Fucking son of a bitch....fuck.....so god damn fucking
colddddd.....fucking motherfucker...." etc etc etc was
all that Amanda and I heard from Avril as she "enjoyed"
her unpleasant shower. I forced her to shampoo her hair
too, and in 5 minutes, Avril stepped out of the shower
and towel dried off, keeping the towel on her body for
warmth.
"Chilly huh bitch? Don't worry, I'll make sure you warm
up during the night." I said to Avril menacingly,
knowing that she was starting to worry about what sick
and deviant thing I would be doing to her next. I
yanked the towel off her body, looking at the tiny bumps
that had formed all over her skin.
Naked as the day we were born, all three of us left the
bathroom and headed back to the bed. I reached into my
sex toy chest and pulled out a large thick-rubbered
vibrating double dildo. Well half of it was large.
To describe it, it was about 13 inches long, but one
half of it was a staggering 2 3/4 inches thick, and the
other half was only about a half inch thick, if that.
Two very different ends, for two very different girls, I
thought.
"Look what toy you two will be sleeping with tonight!" I
exclaimed eagerly. "Both of you are way too old for
teddy bears, but not for a vibrating dildo! Now, we
have one more problem here...both ends vibrate really
strongly, but the ends are kinda different sizes."
Kinda? Oh man, that 2 3/4 end was fucking enormous!
"Now, you two will be sleeping with this thing inside
you, and I'll make sure it is turned on to the MAX
setting and won't come out, but now I have a decision to
make, which end goes in who?"
I think that both girls already knew the predestined
answer to that loaded question.
"Any ideas girls?" I asked innocently.
"Fuck you to hell." said Avril, who didn't give me a
direct answer to my question, but enough evidence that
she knew.
"That's right singer-slut. You're the whore, so you get
the big fat end jammed up your cunt, whereas our sweet
innocent angelic cherubic Amanda gets the nice tickling
end.
"But....I've never had anything in me, I want to be a
virgin, please!!!" Amanda started to beg, thinking about
something foreign going in between her legs.
Avril rolled her eyes...
..."Go fuck yourself, I can't wait till he rapes you."
Avril replied!!!!!!!!
Oh my!
"You are such a total BITCH!!!" I said to Avril, making
her jump as my voice was raised.
"Why don't you fuck HER up for a change! You haven't
fucking done a thing to HER!!!" Avril pleaded her case.
"Yeah, but you're a piss drinking, dog food eating slut
Avril. And Amanda's hotter than you. So, you lose." I
said, rubbing salt into her wounds. I gave her the
greatest look, I wish you dear readers could see it...my
look said 'I love the fact that you're totally under my
control you whore'. She hated my guts, and I loved it.
Forcing Avril down onto her back, I held her down,
giving Amanda the honors of shoving it up her twat.
This dildo was much thicker than the strap-on was. A
little groove in the middle of the dildo prevented the
wearer from pushing it out, but for what I had planned,
it really didn't matter.
It took a lot of pushing, and a lot of teary-eyed
complaining on Avril's part, but Amanda managed to shove
that monster sex toy in, and Avril's pussy lips wrapped
around the groove in it. Six and a half inches of an
almost three inch thick cock buried in Avril Lavigne's
pussy. To quote Homer...(no...not the Iliad
Homer)...WOO HOO!
Avril was really uncomfortable having that huge piece of
heavy rubber stretching her once tiny cunt apart. I
then placed her wrists to the sides of her hips and ran
duct tape all around in big circles around her,
effectively keeping her wrists pinned to her hips. I
repeated the process by wrapping duct tape just above
her elbows, all around her, and over her nipples. I bet
it would hurt to rip that off in the morning! Avril's
arms were now really pinned to the side of her body. It
looked so cute when Avril tried to move her arms but
could only move her fingers and rotate her wrists. She
wouldn't be getting out of that tonight.
I then instructed Amanda to "scissor" Avril's crotch.
She slowly inserted the little thin end of the dildo
into her pussy, and it managed to go in the full six and
a half inches. Amanda's pussy pressed against the part
of the dildo that separated each half, and her pussy
lips touched Avril's pussy lips. 13 inches of dildo
buried in two very sexy girls! The only difference
being that while Amanda's felt arousing and comfortable,
Avril's was punishingly thick and unforgiving.
Okay bondage experts out there, go easy on me!!! I may
not know how to tie all those fancy knots but I know how
to keep sluts from effectively moving!
Amanda's left leg laid over Avril's chest, running right
in between her boobs, so I used nice rope (I didn't want
to hurt Amanda's skin in the morning from tearing off
sticky adhesive duct tape) to tie her leg there. I did
the same to Avril's legs on either side of Amanda's
front and back sides, and the two girls were scissored
together enough that their pussies were squishing up
against each other, as they scissored each other's legs,
their heads pointing to totally opposite ends of the
bed. It was hard to concentrate on tying them up just
right, what with Avril repeating over and over like a
broken record: "It hurts, take it out!!! I'll do
anything you want, I'll suck your cock, anything!!"
"You are do anything slut." I replied, "Just remember,
this is happening to you because you were acting like a
bitch. If you behave better tomorrow and do everything
I tell you to do, then maybe I won't make you sleep with
the dildo."
As Avril continued to pout, I placed the girls on the
bed right where I wanted them. Avril's head was at the
foot of the bed, which I had previously lifted all the
covers off of it. Amanda's head was at the head of the
bed, and I turned off the lights in the room, with the
exception of a small lamp at the side of the bed. I
snuggled into bed, laying next to the two girls, whose
pussies were still grinding against each other.
My plan was to cuddle Amanda in my arms all night as we
slept. I put the covers over all of us. Avril's entire
body except her feet was now covered, and Amanda and I
comfortably rested our heads on the pillows. Poor
Avril.
I kissed Amanda, and she really had no choice, seeing as
her complete mobility was totally gone, but to kiss me
back. We tongued for a good 10 minutes, and I started
to fall even more in love with this amazing girl. I
gently stroked her tiny a-cup breasts and concentrated
on making her feel really good. Every once in a while I
would roughly pinch Avril's thighs just to hear her
yelp.
"Ok girls, it's beddie bye time." I said as I reached
down and turned the control box that was attached by a
long wire to the vibrating double dildo. The second I
turned it on, I cranked it up to the MAX setting and
both girls squealed loudly!!!!!
Man, that was kind of a monstrously powerful dildo. I
had tested it out earlier in the week by holding it in
my hand while it buzzed. That fucking thing strummed so
strongly that my hand was going numb almost instantly,
so I dropped it on the floor! Man, that was vibrating
power at its greatest! And the best part was, the
batteries lasted for 10 hours, more than enough time
than what I wanted for tonight, as I planned on only
sleeping for about 7 or 8 hours.
I knew that Amanda's pussy would be buzzing nicely from
the little end of the double dildo, totally arousing the
inner walls of her pussy, but not hurting her as it had
little to no girth, and I knew it would effectively make
her squirm all night with a frustrating pleasure.
In Avril's case, that dildo was literally detightening
the tautness of her cunt walls. Her pussy would never
be the same after tonight and she knew it. Her
tightness was going to be vibrated away by this monster
dildo humming, pounding and banging around in all
directions, consistently all night long. Every second
of every hour for the next seven hours!!! Yeah!!!!
Man, so much for that hole, I thought. Even my mastiff
Duke with his HUGE cock wouldn't get any pleasure from
fucking that hole. That gave me some ideas for
tomorrow's activities......
Irregardless, both girls would NOT be getting a good
night's sleep tonight.
I would. :)
"Good night Amanda. Good night slut." I said as I
turned off the lights and held Amanda close to me all
night long.
Day 1 of this abduction was FANTASTIC...I just knew that
the next 6 days would be just as great!
***PART 4 COMING SOON!!!***
Thanks to the many readers who have sent me emails about
my stories. Your comments, criticism and feedback are
always welcome and appreciated.
Once again, to all authors out there, thanks for your
great contributions. And to all readers out there,
hopefully you'll be inspired to contribute stuff too.
I'm certainly not a polished writer by any means, just a
layman trying to give a little back. My belief is that
even poorly written erotic literature is better than
non-written erotic literature. And writing this stuff
is not only surprisingly simple, but it's also a lot of
fun. So keep writing out there!
Best wishes,
Dave Haugen, [email protected]
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This story is told to me by a man I met during a train journey.
I am Dave a man of 30. I was 11 when my father accused my mother of cheating and divorced her. She claimed herself innocent but my father was firm in his belief. He took my custody and cut every contact between me and her. My father decided not to marry again as he lost trust in women. He found his substitute in drinking. I heard from others that my mom re-married soon after the divorce. She was beautiful and belonged to a well-off family so another marriage was not difficult for her. Her new husband was in construction business so she was not the loser in the end. The true loser was me. As I grew older I realised that my father was a mean man. He was a drinker and used to spent a lot on wine. Out of ten only two of my wishes were fulfilled. We lived on bread and potatoes and not much else. As I started to grow up a bit life became more difficult.
I was 21 when my father died and left me all alone in the world. He left me in a lot of financial trouble as well. I came to know only after his death that he was under the burden of debt. Being a jobless graduate, it was not possible for me to face his creditors. The next best thing for me was to leave my town and settle in a town where I could hide my identity. Then a idea struck me. I gathered some information about my real mother Amudha, and tried to locate her.
I got the official address of my step-father Mr. Gopala and met him first. He was a busy man and it was not easy to to meet him. When I finally met him I found him a man in his late forties with a bulky frame. I clearly told him who I was. His small eyes glittered as he examined me, patiently, from head to toe. "You're not what I expected," he said indulgently. "Anyhow I am sorry yo hear your father is dead."
"I feel sorry the way my father treated my mother specially accusing her of infidelity." I mumbled and felt real sorry
To my surprise he laughed. "Your father was not entirely wrong son,"
"Waht? How can you say that?"
"I too had my suspicions about her." he laughed more.
Hearing this made me red in face despite the fact that I rarely knew my mom.
"Nothing serious Dave, minor doubts which many husbands have about their wives."
"I think I made a mistake by coming here, I beg your pardon."
"NO Pardon son." He said and laughed again. "You are in right place."
When I said that despite the past I want to meet my mother. He went into deep thoughts. After recovering he said, "Not so quick. Let me think." after thinking some he spoke, "Lets plan a drama."
"Waht Drama?"
"I will let you live with her but you will not tell her who you are." He looked at me and smiled. "I just want to see whether Amudha will recognise you or not."
"Alright Mr. Gopala but how can I live in the same house without any reference."
"Thats not difficult. I will introduce you as son of my friend. I will tell her that you are planning to go abroad and staying for a short duration."
"OK" I said without any emotion
"All you have to do is to keep an eye on her daily activity. You will receive monthly payment for that."
"I am not a professional spy sir, kindly spare me from this."
"That is why you are so important to me. you really don't look like a professional."
"Are you suspecting her of something sir," I asked politely
"Not really but due to my business I used to stay out of town for days so who knows. I want you to give her company."
"It still look very weird."
"Come on, let the things settle a bit and you will live as our son in the house."
I had no choice but to accept. Only later I realised that I put myself in a mess.
When I met my mom Amudha, there were no kisses or hugs. She saw me as a stranger and I saw her as Mrs. Gopala. We were introduced like the way my step father wanted. Looking at her it was hard to believe that she was my mother. She was pleasantly plump and curvy in ALL the right places. Nice hanging tits, beautiful long black hair, sexy face and lips. She was much shorter than me in height, must be 5 feet or may be couple of inches more. Any day she cannot be considered fat but she is certainly overweight for her height. In facial appearance she is a beautiful female with pleasant features, fair in color and lovely in appearance.
I was given a small room inside the big house. Soon I became part of the house. My step-dad told me to call him uncle and his wife aunt but for sake of clarity I will name him as Dad and she as Mom. My dad was a creature of habit. He used to wake and sleep and take his meals on set times. Mom was not like him. Sometime she woke early and sometimes late, and same was true for her sleeping habit. There was nothing extra ordinary for about one week then things started to happen. She would usually be in a sari and blouse. At times I had felt that she is not wearing any bra underneath as her boobs swayed when she moved. At times when she would sit in such a fashion in her chair that her sari would fall from her blouse and I could see her boobs peeking out. She would not even make any effort to cover her bust and continue sitting like that in my presence. All this made me feel embarrassed. Still I never thought about her sexually.
Soon it became clear that an exhibitionist was hidden behind her charming personality. That habit of her was the cause of concern for her husband otherwise there was nothing wrong with her. I told that to him but he was not satisfied. I only realised late that by putting me in his house he was checking how she will act in the presence of a young man. He was not wrong but I was not going to report all. Unlike many other women her age, she was full of life. During my first week in the house I rarely saw her wearing the same dress twice. She was invariably presented perfectly, nails always beautifully manicured and hair neat. I soon realised she enjoyed showing off her body. I came to look forward to hearing her clicking heels on the floor and wondering what she would be wearing. I noticed that she would often place a hand on my arm or playfully poke me in the chest during our conversations. Slowly I started succumbing to her feminine charm and couldn't help wondering if she was just flirting or serious.
Once I noticed her door slightly ajar and caught a glimpse of her stunning bare behind while she was changing. I think she knew when I was following her around the room with my eyes, and deliberately drop something so I'd get a view of her behind. There were other things like brushing her hairs and doing nails in my presence, that made me feel uneasy. My sex education was not much apart from watching some porn magazines. I was yet to develop a taste in sex. At that time, my biggest sexual relationship was with my right hand in the bathroom.
One night I felt thirsty and knowing the path to kitchen, I moved in dark. I had no idea that Mom will be in the kitchen also to get a drink. There was light from the street lamp, so she too walked without switching on the light. As I moved into kitchen she bumped into me. She jumped and started making a sound. I said, "Sorry, did not know you were here, was coming to get a drink of water"
As I moved to right she moved to her left and again bumped into me-- as my belly "bumped" into her belly, I felt her breasts and nipples through the night gown against my chest. That gave me a small hard on. This time she said, "I ran into you, sorry".
I turned to let her walk past then asked "Where are your glasses auntie Amudha?"
She was nervous, "excuse me?"
"Where are your glasses, you know, your drinking glasses for a drink of water please?"
"Oh, they are in such and such cabinet"
"Would you get me one, I might be clumsy and knock them over."
"Sure she said, as she passed, I decided to check her. I walked close behind and when she stopped I pressed my semi hard cock into the crack of her ass. She froze I backed off, "sorry, you stopped sudden like" I said,
"It's OK" she said,
I backed up, she turned handing me the glass and I caught her steeling a glimpse of my hard cock, now with the head protruding from my pajama leg. I took the glass and said, "thank you." She said your welcome and good night as I got the drink and she walked away, me watching her ass. I know she could feel my eyes on her ass which was naked under her gown as she walked away to her bedroom. Later I rebuked myself for behaving like a piece of shit.
One day my Dad asked me to take her wife to a dentist. He told me that she needed one tooth extracted, and wanted to get it done right away because she was having difficulty in eating. The day was hot but she was modestly dressed in simple saree and a button-down blouse that didn't show any cleavage. After driving her to her appointment and hanging out in the waiting room for about two hours, the dentist called me back and told me that everything went fine. I signed mom out of the office, then helped her to the car as she couldn't really walk herself. As I was helping her into the passenger seat, she smacked her head against the car roof pretty hard, then just started laughing. Her face was covered with a big wrap-around bandage, but I could still see her cheeks already starting to get puffy. She was pretty loopy from the procedure, but I made sure we stopped and picked up her prescriptions on the way home.
When we got home I helped her take her pain meds. She was still pretty loopy so I pretty much had to carry her up the stairs, helped her get in bed and turned on the television for her. All the time I heard moaning in a strange way. I got her setup with everything I thought she'd need and told her I'd be out back if she needed anything.
"Thanks for standing inplace of my husband." She said, "When it comes to me he always shift his responsibility to others."
That was first time I heard her complaining about her husband. Things surely were not ideal between them. Mr. Gopala was interested in knowing her activities and she thought he was ignoring her. I was not in a position to tell her husband that his wife was trying to seduce me, without knowing who I was.
These small incidents made me see her in a different context. Not as a mother or wife of someone but as a woman. A sexy and enticing woman. She was still conservative, but it was a sexy conservative.
I went to my bathroom and masturbated. I shot one of the biggest loads I have ever experienced. As soon as my erection died, so did my confidence. All of a sudden I started to feel like a pervert and freak.
My step-dad was follower of Iskon philosophy and used to visit one temple frequently. That temple was on a small hill and literally had hundreds of stairs. It was great test for people but still the temple was known for its big crowd. Once he fell ill and mom suggested to him to visit the to temple. He agreed immediately. One hot day we moved to that temple. I was sitting with driver in front while my mom and dad were sitting at the back seat. I saw Mom wearing a beautiful yellow Saree and looking like a goddess.
We reached the temple and stopped right in front of the temple to buy flowers from the road side florists. As we came out of the car I saw mom adjusting her pallu on her bosoms and navel, and with that last stroke she took her right and clipped her Saree pall edge near her right bosom and covered her right bosom, which instantly made my eyes focus there. The florists usually keep the flowers on the ground so mom bent down to choose the flowers. She took her time in selecting the flowers and bargaining about the price. I failed to notice that left side of her boob was exposed and she was giving an ample view of her left bosom which a couple of guys were staring at. I realised it only when my dad gave an angry stare to onlookers. He moved near her and covered her exposed blouse clad left boob. Mom was still busy selecting the flowers. I had a glimpse of her back, to my shock her ass was up in the air, displaying its beautiful shape. I turned around and to see more people ogling at her, including a priest who passed by. I saw my dad going behind her back to cover her some.
At the foot of hill ticket for puja were sold. Two ticket were bought on the name of Gopala Pandey and Amudha Pandey.The plan was that only Mom and my dad will do the puja and I will wait outside. It was a hot day and people in general were sweating. I could see the the yellow blouse of mom was wet near her armpit area. As we started climbing the stairs my dad missed one step and tumbled down. Actually he was eyeing back of a young woman. I picked him up immediately but he was hurt.
"A stone is broken from a step by some 'Kanjar'." He remarked
"Lets forget the puja and go to an hospital." mom suggested
He asked us to wait and recovered a little. He was not badly injured, its a twist of foot. Walking uphill was not possible for him but Going without puja from the temple was a bad omen. He asked mom to proceed with puja.
"But the puja is supposed to be done by husband and wife together."
"For a couple of minutes let Dave stand in my place." he said calmly.
"The priest will notice the age difference." she remarked
"You don't look much older than him so there will be no problem" My dad advised.
Hearing that a chill ran through my body. I was a little confused and unsure but to my surprise mom agreed to this finally. My heart was thumping and at the back of my mind was this thought about where this could all lead to. Leaving my dad under a tree we moved forward. We finally reached inside the temple and priest waved his hand at us signaling us to come for the pooja. I gave the tickets to the priest and he looked at them for some time. Mom told him that she want to do puja for the health of her husband.
"Your husband looks quiet healthy to me." he said and made mom confused.
"No swamy, he is under a spell and I want you to cure him from the spell."
"That will require a special puja."
Mom handed him a thousand rupee and asked him to proceed. Grabbing the money the priest started chanting some mantras in an unknown language which only he could understand. After a couple of minutes he gave a garland to me and another to mother. He asked us to put those garlands over each other necks. Seeing mom a bit reluctant the priest said, "Renewing your marriage is a part of this special puja."
Now mom had no choice but to obey. Next we were asked to pray in front of the diety. My mom closed her eyes, while worshiping the god. My eyes were open and I could see the priest lusting my mom. The son of a bitch was fucking her with his eyes. He had his camphor lit plate in his hand and soon he
started moving around us. Sometimes he bumped into me and sometimes into mom. On one round I pinched him on his ass and he stopped the rounds. After that he applied vibuthi on my forehead and blessed me, and he went near my mom and applied vibuthi on her forehead and pinched her cheeks and said "Bless you my child" my mom smiled back. She didn't knew his intention of pinching her cheek. He surprised us by saying,
"Next time when you come to the temple, please come clean, take bath, only when you body is clean, only then god will answer you prayers."
My mom said, "Sawamy, I am clean, I took bath today while coming to the temple."
The priest replied "Look at your blouse, it is almost soaked in sweat, look at your neck.", pointing his finger, and then he touched mom on her naked belly. "You call this clean?"
My mom was totally embarrassed, while saying "sorry sawamy" she immediately took her pallu end and started wiping her neck and her belly, the fleshy part of her belly was jiggling giving him the darshan of her deep navel, she adjusted her Saree. He then gave a garland of flowers to mom and ordered her to wear it over her head. Mom was a bit surprised but wore it on. At the end he then gave a sweet dumpling and asked us to eat half and half. We ate it. He then finished his last blessings on us.
As we started moving down I was expecting mom to take off the flowers from her head. I was surprised when I saw her setting them firmly. When we met dad he only asked,
"You done the puja Amudha?"
"Yes but look these garlands."
"What are they for?" he asked
"Thinking your nephew my husband, the preist performed a remarriage." She said
I was hoping dad to get angry but he laughed and said, "Remember he was standing in my place."
"This is so improper."
"Hey guy ..." Dad said to me, "Don't ever think her your wife."
"She will be like a mother to me" I said to get out of the mess.
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The puja failed to do good for dad. He decided to consult some foreign doctors abroad. My mom wanted to go along but he discourage her by saying that it was not a pleasure trip. To me he said the he was leaving his wife in my custody. I assured him that I will take good care of her. Both of us went to leave him at airport. On return mom told the chauffeur that she wants to buy certain provisions. Her first stop was an shoe store. Inside there was only one man in sight at desk. It was perhaps a self service store. An elderly man was examining walking shoes. Mom wanted to buy some new shoes. She picked a couple but no one in sight to help put them on. I told her to sit down and I will help her check them.
She sat, smoothing out her Saree. A young woman pushing a baby carriage came into the store. Mom stretched her long legs out and crossed them. I sat on a stool in front of her and she lifted her top leg and slowly uncrossed them. Just as I was about to tie a lace she lifted her saree up. Looking at her smooth legs I fumbled with the laces and froze in my place. The mother with her baby came behind me and looked at us. I looked up at mom and she lowered her saree just in time.
"Thank you, honey," she whispered and stood up to see herself in mirror.
After buying a pair of shoe she bought some other thing and we returned to home. I ran to my room for getting the relief. Same night I met mom again. That day we were only two at dinner. She was looking a changed woman altogether. Her hair were lying loose on her shoulders and she was wearing a tight 'shalwar Kameez' suit. There was just enough make up applied, a hint of blusher and a lustrous red lipstick. Her purple shirt was stretched tight across her breasts and over her ass -cheeks. I had felt the swell of her bosoms before but never quite imagined how they would appear unleashed. I would say it was her round and plump ass which was taking my breath away and anyhow I did not missed even a single chance to stare her fleshy buns. She was simply looking tarty.
'Wow Aunty' I stammered 'you look great'
She turned a little pink at the compliment and a smile passed over her face as she replied, "I thought you will never notice."
"I was noticing ... and appreciating you in my heart."
"Silly man a woman want to hear praise, are you afraid of my husband."
"A little."
"Don't be ... he is a chicken inside."
I just smiled but my cock made a movement in my pants. She served the dinner to me. I can realise that she was leaning over and touching at every opportunity and she was so much more than an attentive waitress. On her every bending I could see an improper amount of cleavage. She must have been aware that I was continually looking down her boobs but I was too shy and inexperienced to make a move. So I sat there blushing and expressing polite platitudes.
We moved to the lounge for watching TV. There I tried to hide my 'little embarrassment'. So I sat opposite her clutching a cushion to my lap. She came to sit beside me and her scent started making me giddy. I was beginning to loose control and thought the best way of avoiding any humiliation was to offer my excuses and beat a hasty retreat to the sanctuary of my bedroom. I stood up soon,
"I am a bit tired and want to sleep." I hardly started moving when she stood up too and said,
"Wait, where are you going?"
"To my ...Room."
"I don't sleep alone ...when my husband goes on his visits a maid sleeps in my room."
"Where is she today?"
"She is on leave ... so in her place you will sleep in my room."
"This is so...unusual."
"Does'nt your uncle advised to take care of me."
"Okay... auntie... let me go get changed, and I -(TM)ll be back. -�
I got my sleep clothes on, just some lightweight sweats and a tee shirt, and went back to my her room. She was already in her bed, but two things were freaky. Her dress which she was wearing some time ago was lying on a chair. I was hoping to sleep in a sererate bed but the far side of her bed had been turned down. Good thing I put on my jammies. I moved around to the far side of the bed and slid in under the covers.
-�Thank you for this, Dave. -�
-�Sure Auntie, anything for you, you know that. -� I turned and switched off the bedstead light. Then slid up behind her on the other side of the bed, doing my best to not get too tight up against her, I knew what that was sure to do to me.
-�You -(TM)re a good man, Dave, -� she said to me in the dark,
-�Thank you for that. -�
-�Can I make a request."
"You can order me anything auntie."
"Don't call me auntie, Call me Amudha. Remember we are married in a way."
Before I can say anything she grabbed my hand and pulled my arm over her and held it between her breasts. The biggest shock of my life was waiting for me. She was not wearing any cloths. Her voice was teary so I asked,
"Is everything right ... A ...Amudha?"
I wasn't feeling like a good man at the moment, as my cock was growing down the leg of my boxer briefs. God damn she was hot, and she still had my hand clutched between her tits. She was not aware who I was but I knew who she was.
"Nothing is right Dave my husband is cheating on me but accuses me for cheating on him."
"I had no idea that things were so bad between you guys."
"I was once divorced before I don't want to happen it again."
-�I -(TM)m sorry, Amudha. -� It was then that I realized my hands were still on her stomach and on her breast. -�Is there anything I can do --? -�
-�I -(TM)m so sorry, I know this has got to be weird for you, I -(TM)m just so alone. -�
-�You -(TM)ll never be alone, Amudha. -� I pulled her in tight to my body and began running my hands up and down her tight stomach, and up to her breasts. When I got there, I took one in each hand and gave them a firm but gentle squeeze. She moaned with desire, and I took this as a good sign.
-�I saw you peeking at my breasts, They are beautiful? -� It was really more statement than question.
-�Oh yeah, I loved them since the first day I saw them. -� I started kneading her breasts some more. I brought my hands back to her nipples and rolled them a little between my fingers. Her response told me I was right.
-�Do you masturbate after looking at me? She whispered.
"Yes. Often."
-�Oh, my God. -�
I slid one hand down her stomach and when I got to her pussy I was a little surprised to find it completely bald.
-�I -(TM)ve shaved for as long as I can remember, do you like it? -�
I responded by cupping her pussy with my hand and starting a slow rub.
-�Ungh --I -(TM)ll take that as a yes. -�
She reached around behind her and started fishing around in my sweats for my cock.
-�You always sleep in your underwear? -�
-�Nope, I needed to be able to control myself, when I knew my body would betray me. You -(TM)re beautiful,
Amudha, and I didn -(TM)t want this to get weird. -�
-�Guess it got a little weird anyway didn -(TM)t it? -�
-�I -(TM)m so horny right now, I don -(TM)t care, anymore, we -(TM)ll worry about that later. -�
-�Good. -� With that she rolled over on top of me, breaking my hold on her cunt and her tit. She leaned across and switched on the light. -�If we -(TM)re going to do this, I want to watch. -�
I silently replayed every scrap of porn I'd viewed over the years. Scenes, images, pictures flashed through my mind as I attempted to recall exactly what the participants did in each of them. She pulled back and reached down to the waistband of my pants and started to pull them down at the same time I pulled off my shirt. She ran one hand over my chest and lightly massaged it. She pulled my underwear down with my sleep pants, and released my cock from confinement. I -(TM)ve never thought about the size of my penis, but she just stared at it like a hungry cat.
"You are big."
"You are beautiful."
She reached down and took my cock in one hand and slid the head into her mouth. Oh my God, I nearly exploded right then and there. She let a little saliva escape from around her lips then moved down the length of the shaft. When she got about halfway down, she vacuum sealed her lips to it and pulled back, taking all of the extra spit with it. This was too much too fast, I reached down and grabbed her hair in both hands and pulled her off my shaft. Her mouth came off the head with a -~pop -(TM).
-�Easy there, or this will be over before it begins. -�
-�I can take care of that. -�
She jumped up and went into the bathroom. I -(TM)ve never tired of watching her walk away. She came back with a glass of water, and a little blue pill.
-�Is that what I think it is? -�
-�Yep, my hubby been eating these like candies since they first came out. -�
I took the pill and swallowed it down, by the time I put the glass on the nightstand, Amudha was ready to wrap her lips around my cock again.
-�Just relax and enjoy the ride. -�
She went back to work sucking my dick, just like she had started, it didn -(TM)t take long before it was at full attention, and I grabbed her hair and pushed her head down as far as I could on my cock.
-�Oh my god, I love your mouth!! -�
She pulled her head up, smiling.
-�Thank you. Now I want you to cum in my mouth! -� She took my cock in her mouth again and forced it as far down her throat as she could, over and over again. I felt my balls tighten up.
-�Now, oh god, Amudha, now! Ungh!! -�
She swallowed my dick as far down as she could, and I exploded down her throat. It just kept coming, and she kept swallowing, her lips sealed to my shaft. She didn't lose a drop. When I finally stopped and fell back on the bed, she pulled her head back slowly, cleaning the shaft as she went.
-�Oh Lord Amudha that was amazing. -�
-�Thank you again. -� She said after she swallowed the last of my jizz. I looked down expecting to see my member slowly dwindling to soft and useless, but there it stood in all its glory.
-�You should be that way for at least an hour or so. -�
-�Very Cool! Now it -(TM)s your turn. -�
I pushed her down on her back and started kissing her, long and deep. I moved my way down to her neck, and squeezed her giant tits as I went.
-�Oh baby, I want you to suck on my titties. -�
-�That works, because I really want to suck them, too. -�
So I started, I took her right tit into my mouth, as much as I could, (did I mention they were huge?) and started a long hard draw with my mouth vacuumed over her nipple, flicking the nipple with my tongue all the while. After a few moments, I moved to the left, then back and forth letting the spit dry on each one and raise the nipple in the cool air, before switching again.
-�God, yes, suck on my titties. Suck them until I -- ungh, cum! -�
I looked into her beautiful eyes as I sucked on her breasts, then said, -�Will that make you cum, Amudha darling? Or should I move down here? -� and I reached down between her legs and stuck 2 fingers into her hot, wet pussy.
-�Oh God --take your pick! -�
I pulled my fingers out and she moaned her disappointment.
-�I won -(TM)t leave you hanging, I -(TM)ll take care of you. -�
I kissed my way down her wonderful body to that pretty shaved pussy, and started kissing her clit. Her moans told me all I needed to know about hitting the right places. Of course, she was hot enough at this moment, that I probably could have just blown on her clit and made her cum. So I did.
-�P-please, can I cum? -�
Can I cum? What was she talking about? I had no idea but I said,
-�Not yet. -�
-�Ungh --ungh --! -� Wow, she really was going to try and hold it. That -(TM)s hot!!
I put my two fingers back in her wet pussy, and pumped her for a few strokes, as I sucked on her clit. She moaned again and grabbed the bed sheet with both hands to try and hold off her orgasm. I kept sucking on her pussy I pulled my fingers out of her and positioned two of my fingers at her asshole.
"Can I, please, cum." she asked again
"Yes." I said and planted my mouth over her pussy again and sucked hard on her clit.
She arched her back and pulled on the sheets with all her might as the orgasm started. As soon as she started, I slid my fingers, slick with her own cum into her ass. She tried to scream, but nothing came out of her throat. Her ass tightened on my fingers, and I could feel her pussy convulse under my mouth. She just kept cumming. Her body tightened into a rigid arc above the bed. I finally took my mouth off her pussy and slowly pulled my fingers out of her ass, as her orgasm slowly subsided. Wow, I -(TM)ve never had a woman respond to oral sex that way before.
I licked my fingers clean, wiped my mouth and savored her taste as I climbed slowly up to kiss her again.
-�Are you alright? -� I asked.
-�Y-yes! That was phenomenal! -�
-�Wow, going to be hard to keep up with phenomenal, from here on. -�
-�Oh I doubt that! -�
She just grabbed my face and planted a deep, passionate kiss on me. As we were kissing, I reached down and aimed my cock at the entrance to her pussy and shifted my hips to press against her. I slid into her with amazing ease, she was so wet, and thanks to Viagra, my cock was still cold blue steel.
She pulled away from our kiss and arched up and moaned again.
-�Can I come again, please?!? -�
-�Yes Amudha, you can cum as much and as often as you want. -�
A breathy -�Thank you! Ungh --! -� as another orgasm swept over her.
I started pumping my cock into her slowly. I kept my pace steady and even, and she responded by pushing her hips up to meet me as we found a nice rhythm together.
-�Oh fuck, baby that -(TM)s so good. -�
-�I was sort of getting that. Something about you cumming all over my cock gave it away. -�
-�Yeah --I can see how that may convince you! Oh fuuuuuck! I -(TM)m cuuuuming again. I love your cock!!! -�
-�It loves you too, Amudha. -�
I pulled out of Amudha after her orgasm died away and told her to roll onto her stomach.
-�Oh yes, baby. But let me bend over the side of the bed. Fuck me from behind. -�
We got off the bed and standing there next to each other, she kept stroking my cock, but there was no way that my little man was done yet. I turned her to face the bed and bent her over the side. I stepped up behind her as she spread her legs, then she reached back and spread her cheeks apart and presented herself to me. I slid easily back into her pussy and started pumping her, the more I pumped the more she pushed back against me, until we were thrusting at each other with serious animal lust.
-�Ungh --ungh --ungh -�, was all that came out of Amudha. Then she did something different. She put her hands behind her back and laid her forearms together and grabbed an elbow with each hand. If I -(TM)d had a set of cuffs, I could have easily bound her arms together. My mom might be into some interesting shit. So I reached down and grabbed her by her wrists with one hand and pulled her back toward me.
-�Yes!!! Pull my hair Dave, pull your slave's hair and fuck her hard! Ungh, I -(TM)m going to cum again. Oh Lord fuck me!!! -�
When her orgasm died away, I slowed my rhythm and pulled out. I lied down by her. We started to talk about the sexy thing we just did. She then revealed to me that it was her long wish to seduce me to her bed. I also confessed that since coming into her house I set my eyes on her.
-�C'mon, let's get cleaned up. -� Amudha suggested.
We went into the master bathroom to shower. It -(TM)s a nice big room with a claw foot tub, a toilet, a bidet, two sinks and a walk-in shower. I walked in and started my shower while Amudha used the toilet. I washed my hair, and in the middle of rinsing, I felt Amudha hug me from behind and lay her head on my back. Her hands slid down and wrapped around my cock and started a long slow massage, kissing me the whole time.
-�Aren -(TM)t you exhausted? -� I asked.
-�Yes, but sex is like Chinese food: half an hour later you -(TM)re hungry again. -�
-�I see. -� My hair was rinsed by now, so I turned around and picked her up and slid my now hardened cock into her cunt. I held her close to me for a short time, while she wrapped her legs around me and adjusted to my cock being in her pussy again.
-�Fuck me, please! -�
-�Hold on tight. -�
She wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me as tight as she could, so I slid my arms under her knees and pulled her legs up and apart as I pushed her up against the wall and just poured it to her. What she said next blew my mind for a moment. She said,
-�Fuck mommy: Fuck mommy as hard as you can!!! -�
Hell oh Hell. Is she aware of my true identity. I have to check. I asked,
-�Why should I call you mommy?"
"Don't be serious son." she laughed. "It the way I talk during sex."
That revelation took a load off my head.
-�Can I call you mummy too, sometimes."
"Not sometimes, only when you are fucking me." she said
-�Am I doing fine mummy?!! -�
My rhythm turned into what can only be called -�grudge fucking -� as I kept ramming my cock into her pussy.
-�Oh my god Dave, yeah? Please, oh please can I cum now?!!? -�
-�Yes mommy, cum all over your son -(TM)s long, hard cock! -� I don -(TM)t think I -(TM)ll ever tire of her asking permission to cum.
That was all she needed, her orgasm started, then grew and rippled through her whole body. She sort of went rigid and squeezed her legs together so hard I thought she was going to break my arms. She screamed and looked in my eyes, then down at our grinding crotches as she squirted cum all over my cock, my stomach and the shower floor. That was all it took for me as I exploded hot cum into her pussy, a second orgasm swept over her and she clamped down on me again and rode the wave to the end.
-�Holy shit, Dave! I -(TM)ve never squirted before! That was amazing! -� She could hardly get the words out; she was so out of breath.
-�Yeah, that was pretty wild! Wow Amudha, you are amazing! -�
We moved back into the shower again and actually got cleaned up this time. We probably would have gone at each other again, as we were soaping each other up and rubbing all of the important, sensitive, fun parts, but we both knew we had to get some sleep. Once we were both dry, we climbed into bed again and fell asleep with Amudha pulled in close to my body. I drifted off to sleep with the scent of strawberries in my mind. The last thing I heard her say was,
"You are so sweet.... are you sure? You won't tell anyone? Ever?"
No mam, it was the hottest thing ever.
"You know I'm not some kind of floosy, right. I would never cheat on my husband, although he's given me reason.... I mean, you can look, just not touch, right? That's so very, very erotic to me."
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When I woke again it was late in the day. My nose captured the sweet subtle scent of perfume. Disoriented, I slid up onto my elbow, rubbed my face and took a closer look around. My image stared almost mockingly back at me from the full-length mirror in the corner. I inadvertently recalled last night and realised I was alone. I experienced my first complete sex with a beautiful knowing woman. While I had no basis of comparison, I was sure that losing my virginity to my mom was definitely better than losing it a girl my age. What I experienced was something truly special. I understood it was incest but it didn't bother me in the least.
A chill ran through my body at the thought that if Mr Gopala comes in what would I say. I rose and wore my cloths in haste. After refreshing myself in my room I went in search of the wondrous woman who was mother and a lover.
It wasn't hard for me to find her. The stomach-tugging aroma of frying food pulled me through the house. She was in the dining room setting the breakfast on table. Her long hair cascaded down her back. Wearing a simple and well stitched Kurta over the top along with tight legging on her lower half she was looking beautiful. I smiled at the sight of her fleshy cheeks as they clenched and jiggled with her movements. Well, she wasn't wearing panties. A maid was in the kitchen but as soon as she saw me she said loudly,
"Dave?" her tone and warm smile was revealing her genuine happiness at seeing me.
"Smells good. Sorry if I slept too long."
"Nonsense. A young man like you needs his rest. Especially when he worked as hard as you did." She smiled slyly and watched my face redden. "Well, I hope you don't mind breakfast in the afternoon. I was actually just coming to wake you."
"No, no, that's cool. I'm not in a hurry to go anywhere." I looked up, capturing her gaze. "Thank you Amudha"
"Not Amudha now, though I love hearing you say my name."
"Sorry"
"Come eat." she patted my cheek.
Food was taken in silence. Meanwhile the maid came and asked for her leave. Once I realised we are alone in the house I started talking. "I had a good time you know?"
"Did you really?" She smiled mischievously.
"You are my first."
"I want to show and teach you a lot more?"
"Can I ask you a question."
"You are welcome."
-�What do you mean when you said that you want to cum? -� I asked in amazement. -�Men cum, not women... -�
-�You are so innocent aren -(TM)t you! Women cum too you sometimes. It wouldn't be much fun if it was all one sided now would it? -� She smiled.
-�How did you cum, I don't understand. -� I said.
-�When you were... you know... rubbing my clit... This made me cum.... -� Her face reddened.
-�What's a clit? Do you mean your pussy? -� I whispered.
-�Yes and No... it's a small... well... like a button. Rubbing this makes a girl cum. -� She said.
-�I thought you had a hole, where's your clit thing? -� I asked.
-�It's not just a hole, you silly thing. There's a lot more to it than that. -� She laughed.
-�Show me... Please. -� I asked.
-�Dave! Do you know what you are asking... No way am I showing you my pussy. -� She walked into the living room. -�What do you think of me... To imagine that I would do such thing. -� She stood looking out of the window to the garden pond.
-�I am sorry ... It's just I have no one else to turn to, and I just thought that... maybe... just a quick look. -� I said.
-�Oh my god Dave you're so innocent. Yesterday was a mistake. I lost control, it's not you that I -(TM)m really worried about, but me. -�
Suddenly her phone rang, and she replied it immediately. It was from her husband.
-�Hello Darling... -� She said. I started to leave, but she pointed to a chair that I should sit and wait.
-�The doctors were positve good? -� She paused. -�Dave is doing fine. No, he's not here yet. Of course I -(TM)m alone... I miss you too... I really miss you silly... Well you will just have to wait until you get home..."
She listened to her husband for a few moments before saying. -�Well... okay then."
After switching her phone off she looked at me.
"Aren't you familiar with female anatomy?"
"Not completely."
"So you want me to to show you?"
"Yeah!" I grinned enthusiastically.
"Come to my room then."
It was day time and it was risky but once you are in lust you think little. I followed her to her room. Once inside she asked me to sit on her bed. She stood in front of me. Without any shame she unbuttoned her 'Kurta' and let it drop to the floor. As it happened, she was wearing a normal, though lacy, bra. She reached behind her back, undid the clasp, and let the bra drop to the floor. I gasped as I beheld those magnificent mammaries. Mom Amudha simply reached down and peeled off her tights. I was excited as I saw her sitting down on the chair facing me. Next she parted her knees and guided me on a tour of her pussy.
"This is the pelvis, this area is the mons, these lips are called the labia majoris. If I pull them back...like so...you can see the labia minoris and the clitoris, or clit. Get a closer look at this. It is analogous in structure to your penis, although it does not excrete urine. It does become stiff with blood, as does the whole area."
She was looking down at herself as she spoke. Taking adventage I dropped my dress and took my cock in my hand.
"Can you show me the procees of cum?" I asked
Although reluctant, she could hardly say no, since she had encouraged this learning experience.
She leaned her head back in her chair, placed her feet well apart on the edge of bed, closed her eyes, and dropped one hand to her crotch, one to her breasts. She was looking like the most erotic sight. Her long black hair hung mostly off the back of the chair, but a few locks were laying over her shoulders and curling around those huge breasts. Like most young man my age, I was extremely fascinated
with those tits. Seeing her hand kneading her own titflesh, was nearly mind and cock-blowing. I gripped my penis hard, almost painfully, and stopped stroking. I directed my attention now to the fascinating apparatus between mom's legs. That clit was extremely interesting. As she stroked her fingers between her lips, that little nub of flesh had already poked further out. Every time she touched it, she quivered involuntarily. Still holding onto my cock, I leaned closer for a better look.
It took very little for mom to leave everything behind and start up that hill to the heights of orgasm. Already, during the course of her conversation, she let her fingers fly around the whole area, and pretty soon she had her first orgasm. I leaned closed, scootching my butt between her outstretched legs. Soon I was sitting on the edge of the bed, with my nose nearly in her pussy. The sharp tangy smell of a woman's arousal assailed my nostrils, which flared trying to catch every whiff. Her head still back, her
eyes till closed, she was beginning to squirm her butt across the chair seat. I took my face further close. "Yes." she moaned, "you can run your tongue over it... these are my lips... sucking them hard into your mouth will send me crazy, and this is my hole. -� With a soft moan she slid a finger into herself. -�That's where your tongue goes. This little hole is for my wee to come out. -� She then inserted two fingers and -�Oh I'm so wet. -� she said. -�Taste me. -� I took her thickly cum covered fingers into my mouth, she tasted sweet and I needed more.
I soon found that I had a gift for cunnilingus. My tongue moved over her clit, up and down then side to side. -�That's it, lick my clitty. -� She whimpered. -�Oh it feels so good... suck my lips... that's it... bite them. Now stick your tongue right into my hole. Oh my god... -� She tugged my hair, rubbing her wet pussy against my mouth. I moved back to her clit, I could feel the small cums rippling through her as I licked at her love bud.
After a while she went into an heavy orgasm when I did a figure of eight, and to my surprise; begged me to stop. -�I can't take it any more. -� She cried. but I wanted more.
I moved from her clit and began to work on her long soft lips. Sucking them deep into my mouth and complementary nibble from time to time. I then lapped at her dripping wet hole; I began to fuck her with my tongue, until she began to orgasm. Once again, I concentrated on her clit, only this time I slid in two fingers, and by chance found a soft place just behind her love mound, this sent her into a frenzy pulling my hair and forcing my mouth onto her hot little clit, it was, as if she exploded, her entire body began to jerk, pushing herself high off the chair she let out a long primitive groan.
I watched her pussy twitching, she was so very wet, thick streams ran between her arse checks. Slowly she moved and lay on the bed. -�That was fantastic. Oh just look at your cock, it's so very hard. -� She whispered. -�Come on... fuck me. -�
She reached down between us and guided my throbbing cock into her waiting wet pussy. She was soft warm and wet... -�More... oh yes, more, that's definitely in me.... more... -� I pushed a little harder and my cock slid in, stretching her, filling her. She gave a long moan and dug her nails into my arms. -�Did I hurt you. -� I asked.
-�Oh no, will you just fuck me? -�
I began to slid my cock in until she gave a little moan, then out, but not all the way. She began to moan and grown, moving her hips up to meet my gentle pushes. Has I increased the speed she said.
I could feel the cum building inside of me, I began to fuck her harder and faster.
-�Don't you dare cum... not yet. -� she demanded. -�Stop... Stop... take a deep breath. Think of something other than cumming, hold the tip of your cock tightly, take deep breaths. -�
-�it's okay I said it's passed now. -� I whimpered.
-�Look it's no good have a donkey dick if you can't use it. Come on get up. -� She said.
Thinking I had upset her, I said. -�It's okay, I do better. -� and slid my cock in a little.
-�I want to try something different... get up. -� She said.
I got up and she quickly turned onto her knees and pushed her arse up. Her pussy opened like a flower, and I had the overwhelming desire to bury my face in that soft wetness. I licked her hard, up from her clit, over and in her hole, and on to her arse-hole. I licked her lovely pink round bottom.
-�Oh my God that's my bum. That's my bum... Oh God. -� She whispered.
I knew she liked this by the way she push back hard onto my tongue so I tongue fucked her arse for a while, pushing in as far as I could go, then wiggled my tongue around inside her. She cried with delight as she orgasmed. -�I need you to fuck me now Ben, fuck me like a bitch. -�
Standing behind her I entered her gaping lips with my hard cock, it slid in much deeper this time and I pushed much harder. She began to moan and push her bum back each time I pushed up. I became more confident watching my big cock slid into her pussy, her lips griping all along the glistening length.
I noticed that her bum-hole was opening and closing in time with my thrusts. Her legs began to wobble and she lost balance and fell on the bbed. She was breathing heavily as she turned to look at me. She didn't speak, but tapped the bed indicating that I should lie down. I did and she stepped across me and took my cock and began to impale herself by slowly lowering her body letting my cock glide into the dripping wet pussy.
Here I was, with the woman I wanted to call mother, now lowering herself onto my dick. Fate made her my lover. The whole situation was odd. I understood it was incest. That didn't bother me in the least. She looked beautiful, her large full breasts looked magnificent from this angle, and the look of share pleasure as I felt her muscles grip my cock. -�I'm cumming.... oh my god, oh my god... yessss. -� She flung her head back and her tits out making them look even bigger. This was too much for me, I tried to control myself, but it was no good, I was passed the point of no return.
-�I'm cumming Amudha, I -(TM)m sorry, but you're so fucking beautiful. -� I said through gritted teeth. She was lost in the moment, her body shaking from the power of her orgasm. I felt the release as my cum blasted into her pussy. I pumped and pumped loads of hot cum into her, I thought it would never stop, wave after wave passing through my body and out from my dick. Finally she fell onto my chest, we lay there for several minute, my semi-hard cock still inside her. I could feel the contractions as she continued to cum. She finally said. -�You licked my bum-hole. That was a first, I thought my head would come off. -�
Then she lifted herself off me and allowed my cock to slap against my stomach. -�Oh... just look at this. -� She said spreading her pussy wide and letting my cum cascade onto my chest. -�I can feel it running out of me... -� Smiling see she said -�We should get cleaned up. -�
We kissed, touched, licked, sucked and fucked at every chance we had until Mr. Gopala returned.
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Anonymous Tale (inc)
I am a 40 years old physician, a husband, and a father. I have practiced psychiatry and psychoanalysis for over 15 years. By any reasonable standard, my life is a success. But for most of my life, I have been hiding some shameful secrets. For many years, I am a "tit-guy"... and To this day a set of tits will make my mouth water and cause that SENSATION in my crotch. I have a special affinity for breasts- all women's big breasts in general but particularly my mother's.
I was born into a religious family, into a family, though, with many problems. We were one thing on the outside and something else on the inside. Within the family, there was no peace. My father had turned to religion when he was eighteen but with little effect other than to quit smoking and drinking. My mother had come from a strongly religious family whose father was quite well-known as a preacher and she had learned how to act in such a way as to receive the admiration of all around her. My father envied his father-in-law and so with the condescending help of my mother, he tried to become like his wife's father but rather unsuccessfully.
My mother had bitterness deep within her heart that she never faced. She hated authority, she hated men, she hated almost everyone and she delighted in the downfall of others so that she might feel good about herself. She should never have married my father and he her. They were very incompatible, my father sometimes being angry all of a day.
I don't think that Mom and Dad had sex very often, because, for as long as I could remember, they slept in separate bedrooms. Oh, on extremely rare occasions, late at night I would hear footsteps, and a bedroom door opening or closing. But, that was the only indication I had that anything at all was going on between them. I never even saw them kiss. Sure, once in awhile I'd see one give the other, a little quick kiss on the cheek or lips, if one was going on a trip or something.
When I was fifteen we moved to a more isolated part of the country and had less visitors and people who "hung around". I was still very much a virgin. Shit, I'd never even felt a girl's tit. I know that you will find this difficult to believe, but I never even masturbated!!!!! I do remember having a lot of "nocturnal emissions", though. I can't recall just how I hid the evidence of those wet-dreams.
That was the time when I became a peeping tom. One day I saw my mom's left breast by accident, and my heart started POUNDING! That wasn't the only one of my lucky times though. A lot of people tend to think it's wrong to see your mom's breasts unless you're a baby. To me if seeing other people naked is natural then Parents are no different. The human body is nature. I just admired her beautiful areola, that's all.
Shit! I knew in my heart that these thoughts were wrong! I had no business looking at Mom this way, and damn sure shouldn't be having these kinds of thoughts. Compared to the kids of the 90s, I knew very little about sex. It sure as hell wasn't explained to me at home... so most of my sex education came in the boys room at school... listening to the other guys. I may not have known much, butt I did know that I wanted to see my Mom without her undergarments on!!! For weeks and months, I'd been thinking about it, and wondering how the hell I could make this fantasy come true. I had become obsessed with the idea, and it was driving me fuckin-nuts! God!! How I wanted to see that body... or at least touch the shiny material that covered that ass and those tits!!!!!
Even though this incident occurred years ago, most of it is permanently etched in my memory. My mom was about five-two, and probably weighed between around one-forty and one forty-five. Not fat, but definitely not slender, either. She had great tits that I'd guess to be 36Ds... With a enough sag, to make them extremely sexy too me. She was 35 or 36 at that time, and had what is referred to, as a mature figure. Mom had dark brown hair, and her beautiful brown eyes highlighted her face.
I had a strong emotional relationship with mom. I was her confidante and sympathizer. I thought that my father was an evil, awful man. I felt that I was closer to my mother than he was. I would tell my mother what to wear, what to cook for supper, what to say etc. I was always complimenting her on her looks and her person, demeanor, etc. She wanted this from me (she needed it from someone), and in return for this personal attention she would pay attention to my wants (not needs). If I wanted a chocolate bar she gave it to me. If I wanted pizza, she made it for me. If I didn't want to do the farm chores she would help me to get them done. She spoiled me and made me first in her life. This, of course, created tension with my father who was supposed to be first in her life. The problem was that he wanted me to be with her because he knew it made her happy (he even told me this) and so for the most part I spent time with my mother and he left us alone. Yet my father's own needs for honour and respect would arise at times and then there would be jealousy and trouble.
One day when we were alone my mother told me of her sexual abuse at the hands of her father, when she was a teenager and her mother was ill. She said that she was telling me of her abuse as a warning--that her father and the other men in her family were "over-sexed", and now that I was old enough to ejaculate, I would be over-sexed too.''
My mother used to dress in a revealing way toward me and would allow me to see her in her lingerie. Who needed Playboy when I had my mother? I started looking for ... the sight of more naked flesh. The sight of uncovered tits... and aureoles... and nipples... and ASS!
One particular morning... like most of the others... I saw mom going in the bathroom and followed her.
Mom was standing at the sink, in front of the mirror, when I walked in. She'd just finished brushing her teeth, and looking in the mirror at me, I think she noticed me looking at the reflection of her bra-covered breasts. I looked up, as she turned toward me. With a look and tone of displeasure, she said,
"Why do always pick the times when I'm in here, to be looking for something?"
Sheepishly, and without actually making direct eye contact, I started stammering,
"Mom, there's s-s-something I've just got to t-t-tell you."
Some of the harshness left her voice, as she said,
"What is it, Buddy? You sound so worried. You know you can tell me anything."
Yeah, I thought, anything butt this....
"I... er....don't know.... um..... ah... just how to....say it, Mom."
"That's silly, just come right out and tell me. Haven't I always listened to everything you had to tell me? Haven't we always been able to talk?
Blushing and trying to find a way out of this before I went too far, I said,
"Never mind, Mom... y-y-you're in a hurry. It'll wait til some other time."
"No it won't. Are you in some kind of trouble?"
"Awww... no, Mom. It's nothing like that. It's really nothing important."
"Nonsense!! I can tell by the look on your face, and the tone of your voice, that something is bothering you terribly. Now, I'm never in such a hurry that I can't listen to your problems. So, tell me now!"
Still not meeting her eyes, my gaze went to her cleavage.....
"M-M-Mom.... I-I w-w-w-want to see y-you....... n-n-naked!"
The fiery disgust flashed in her eyes.... then it faded a little, as she said,
"Oh Buddy, do you realize what you just said? I'm your MOTHER! You shouldn't even be having thoughts like that, at all... butt especially about your MOTHER!
I couldn't help it... I broke into tears, and started crying like a baby. I felt so damn ashamed!!! Butt, I had very mixed emotions. I had the shame... however, I'd gone this far, and I still wanted to see her naked... to feel her body against mine. So, her next reaction solved one of those problems for me.
Seeing her son crying, brought out a motherly instinct, to hold her child in this time of torment. She stepped forward... put her arms around me... and pulled me against her bosom... rubbing my hair and said,
"Buddy, Buddy, Buddy. There... There.... I'm not mad at you. I'm just very disappointed in you. I can't imagine what brought this on. Where on earth did you get such thoughts. Maybe you're hanging around the wrong kind of kids. I simply cannot tell your father about this, because he WILL be very angry!"
As Mom nestled me to her... I could feel her tits mashing against my chest. And, I knew that she damn sure didn't intend to have the effect on me that she was having. I continued my sobbing, as my arms went around her... and the palms of my hands came in contact with the flesh of her bare back. As she was rubbing my head and trying to console her shame-ridden son... I was rubbing my uneducated hands over her back. I pulled myself even tighter into her embrace... to the point that she couldn't help butt feel the bulge of my cock. God! This was enough... just to be able to finally hold my Mom, while she was in her underwear....
NO, HELL, IT WASN'T!!!! I wanted to feel her tits and her ass. I wanted to SEE them! And, damn, I'd gone this far, so what the hell difference did it make if she felt just a little more disappointment in me?
When she felt my hardness against her stomach... she tried to push me away, butt I clung tightly to her. My hips began a very involuntary movement against her.
"Buddy!!! You stop that disgusting behavior this very instant!!!!"
"Oh, Mom.... please don't push me away! If I can see you just this one time, I'll never, never ask you again! PLEASE!! PLEASE!! MOM, I PROMISE! Just this once, and I'll never, ever, say anything about it again. I'll do ANYTHING, Mom... just PLEASE let me look at you????"
She stopped trying to push me away... as I was really blubbering by this time. The pleading and urgency in my voice, still made her follow her motherly instincts.
"Absolutely NOT! Buddy, what you are asking is so very WRONG! You've just got to get control of yourself, and STOP thinking about these dirty things! Now, stop it!"
"B-B-Butt, Mom.... I think you're so beautiful, I simply CAN'T stop thinking about you! I think about seeing your body, all the time! I know that if I could see it, just this one time... it would help me so much!"
My hands were still rubbing her bare back in a circular motion... and gradually, as the sensation drove me to even greater bravado... the area of my rubbing increased. My hands began to rub upward to where her bra hooked together, and downward to the top of her half-slip and panties. Then, as she was still trying to console me, and tell me how wrong I was... my hands had a mind of their own. They progressed even further downward... rubbing her hips and the outside of the cheeks of her butt.
I guess that Mom mistook the actions of my hands, to be just my love... remorse ... and thankfulness that she wasn't angry.
"You've got to pull yourself together, Buddy! This isn't the end of the world. Yes, I'm very disappointed in you... and at first I was pretty disgusted with you. Butt, you're just a teenager, and I guess your feelings are pretty normal. However, Buddy... you must NOT have these feelings about your mother!! And, whatever inward feelings you do have, you HAVE to learn to control them... and to reject them, as WRONG!"
"I have to tell you, Buddy... that your father and I learned long ago, to control ours. Well... I have, anyway. Your father just doesn't have those feelings very often, so that's not a problem for him. I must admit that I'm human, and I do have normal human feelings and urges. Butt, I've always recognized them for what they were... animal instincts, and wrong... so I reject them... put them totally out of my mind.. because I'm not an animal."
"Butt, Mom.............."
"No, butts about it, Buddy. As I said, it may not be wrong to have feelings... butt it IS wrong to actually SHOW them. And, especially to your own mother! It's called, incest, Buddy... and it's wrong, wrong, wrong. It's a SIN, Buddy... A SIN! You've read the Bible... and you know that when you sin, or have sinful thoughts... you can go to Hell! Now, we're both just going to forget that this morning ever happened. And I never want to hear of it again. Is that clear?"
Since I'd had such success with my seemingly uncontrollable crying (at least she didn't have the heart to push me away), I decided that using that technique would be my best bet... to prolong the moment, and...
As my sobbing and tears increased... I hugged her even tighter. My hands were now roaming over her entire ass... rubbing, caressing, and gently squeezing.
Again she took her hands and tried to push me away.... butt, with all my strength, I held on to her.
Now, she began to raise her voice...
"BUDDY!!! STOP THAT, THIS VERY INSTANT!!!! GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY BEHIND!!!! I DON'T LIKE IT... AND YOU KNOW THAT I DON'T LIKE IT!
"Butt, Mom! I just want to be able to TOUCH you... to FEEL you... and to just LOOK AT YOU! Is that so terribly wrong? I swear, I'll NEVER let it happen again. Just don't turn me away now!!! PLEASE!! Oh Mom... PLEASE don't turn me away!!!"
Mom's hands stopped trying to push me away, and she seemed to relax just wee-bit. In fact, there was a brief second, when I could have sworn that I detected her lower stomach area pushing against my raging hard! Butt, it was almost imperceptible.. and only for a moment!
She lifted my head from her neck, so that she could look me in the eye. And when she did that, it gave me an awfully good view of the top half of her breasts. Even though they were still in the bra... I thought they were beautiful! I thought for a moment, that only 15 years ago, I was sucking on them. God! I wish I could remember what that felt like... what they tasted like! Damn!!!! For the first time... I actually wished I could suck them right now!
Her gaze fixed on my eyes, and with a deep breath, she said,
"Buddy, there are two ways I can try to handle this situation. The first one is, that I can make you get out of here, right now.. and forget all about this dirty nonsense. Butt, I also have sense enough to know that you WON'T forget about it. I would stop letting you see me dressed like this... butt, I would still know that you were looking at me, with those... those.. THOUGHTS!!!"
She spit out the last word, as if it had the taste of something really sour.... I might add, that my hands were still caressing her ass... even while she was speaking. I think she was so wrapped up in how to solve this predicament, that she just didn't realize it.
"The second option... as disgusting as it is... is to let you have this one wish. To let you see me, this ONE TIME!!!! Then you're curiosity will be satisfied... and we shall NEVER talk of it again!"
My fucking little heart started racing... and my fucking HARD started throbbing, at the thought that I just may see what I'd only dreamed of seeing. The truth of the matter is, that dreaming of my Mom, in her bra and panties, was probably the cause of many of my wet-dreams!
"Buddy, I'm going to try the second choice. Butt, you have to PROMISE me, that you will never, NEVER, bring this subject up again, as long as you live"
"OH MOM............"
And, Buddy, you have to realize that this goes against everything I've always believed in. You will never know the disappointment you've caused me this morning. You have to think about the hurt and humiliation that this will cause me. And that the ONLY reason I'm doing this... is in the hopes that once your curiosity is satisfied... then you can get your mind right... and get it out of the gutter. Do you understand me, completely, Buddy??"
Miraculously, my sobbing ceased, as quickly as it had started. I could only respond with...
"Yes Ma'am.... I understand."
Her eyes were still locked onto mine... and I could tell that the distaste for the situation was still very much there. Butt, she took a deep breath, and said...
"All right, Buddy, if you can remove your hands from my behind long enough, you can start by reaching up and trying to unhook my bra. I have to tell you, that even though I'm going along with this vulgar whim of yours, I am NOT going to undress FOR you! I just cannot do that! It would be too much on my conscience... and just too perverted! As if I'm going to be able to face my conscience as it is."
Giving the cheeks of her "behind" one last little squeeze, I tentatively raised my hands to where her bra hooked. My hands became wet with sweat, as it dawned on me, that I had no earthly idea how a bra was fastened... or unfastened. Several seconds, in fact it was really more than a full minute, were spent with me fumbling with the bra. She was determined that I must do this on my own, since it was all MY idea, so she offered no assistance, at all... either with her hands, or with instructions. She merely stood there, perfectly still, except for what I thought might have been a slight increase in her breathing rate. Her eyes never left mine.... maybe hoping that eventually my shame would make me stop, and run.
Butt, in my mind, I had gone way to far, to turn back now. I just HAD to see and touch her. I'd NEVER get this chance again. It had to be NOW!!
Finally, I managed to accidentally get one hook undone... then feeling it, I got the idea as to how the other to were to be unhooked. It only took me a few more seconds, 'til the last one was free. I just stood there, motionless, for a few seconds, as the bands fell to her side. I knew that with only one more movement... sliding the straps to the edge of her shoulders... was needed in order to enable me to behold those gorgeous mounds that I had only dreamed about.
had to wonder, during that brief pause, how much and for how long, I'd regret this morning. Butt, much like seeing a ten dollar bill fall out of someone's pocket, as they get a car and drive away... I thought that this moment is mine! Right now! I'll deal with my conscience and the consequences later, when I'm all alone.
I moved a half-step back, raised my hands, and very lightly and gently, slowly pulled the straps to the edge of her shoulders. I could have just let them drop, permitting the bra to fall to the floor. Butt, something told me that that would not be right. So, I continued to hold them as I eased them down her arms and over her hands, 'til at last... I held the bra in my hands at slowly put in on the sink behind her. During all this removal process, I intentionally did not look directly at her breasts. I wanted to wait until they were totally free from any encumbrance.
I almost felt too much guilt, as my eyes went to her blank stare. I could tell how much this was hurting her. My anxiety and desires, over-ruled my guilt. Like later in life... when, for many years... my little head did the thinking for my big head.
I lowered my eyes and was in awe, at what they saw. It would be easy for me to say that, these were the most beautiful pair of tits I had ever seen. Butt, aside from the pix in National Geographic, these were the ONLY tits I had ever seen. However, reflecting back, I can truthfully say that Mom's were tits were in the upper 5% of all I've ever laid eyes on.... and, believe me, I've seen MANY!!!!
There are a lot of different tit preferences among men (and women, too, I suppose). Pert tits that stick straight out, or slightly upward, are very nice... hell, all tits are nice!!! Butt, I simply adore a pair of nice hooters that have a little sag to them. Mom had a truly beautiful set.... big (not huge) and so round... with just the right amount of sag... so gorgeous, that it took every bit of will-power I could summon forth, not to just dive right down and take one into my mouth. The aureoles were the size of silver dollars... and in the middle were here nipples... which seemed to be getting bigger and harder... as I looked at them.
I couldn't help butt notice, that Mom's chest was rising and falling with slowly increasing rapidity. It seemed to me that, for whatever reason, her heart was beating almost as rapidly as mine.
"Mom, m-m-may I t-touch them, p-p-p-please???"
She licked her lips, swallowed, and said in an almost inaudible voice...
"If you think you MUST. If it will get rid of this absurd curiosity of yours... yes, you may touch them."
Mesmerized by their splendor, I reached out with both hands... and at first just cupped underneath them, gently hefting them, my fingers telling me of their sponginess and weight. Gradually I began gently caressing them in their entirety.
I slowly moved by body so that I felt the commode behind me, and started to sit down. Butt, Mom finally broke her blank stare, and said in a firm, butt husky voice...
"Before you I let you look at the rest of me, I'd better call your father and tell him I've been delayed... and that I have a stop to make on the way. Then, I don't think the bathroom is the most appropriate place for this. Really, needless to say, you know I don't think any of this is at all appropriate. Butt, somehow, if I have to display myself for you, I'd rather it be somewhere else beside the bathroom."
Her modesty gained momentary control, as she plucked her robe from behind the door, and walked out of the bathroom. My heart sank to my feet with a thud, as I followed her into the living room, where she picked up the phone to call Dad. She took a few deep breaths, then dialed the number. Without so much as giving me a glance, she told him that she wasn't feeling well, and that she was going to take a couple of aspirin and lie down for awhile. She said she'd probably be in later.
Still without even acknowledging my existence, she turned and headed toward her bedroom. I just stood there... pondering what was to happen next. Why did she ignore me? Had her puritanical conscience taken over? Was she EVER even going to speak to me again?
She paused at the bedroom door, and without turning around, said...
"Well, Buddy, are you coming, or have your good senses finally returned?"
My heart began to rise from the floor, and its rapid beat returned, as I walked toward her. She, then decided that it would be best if she put the chains on the front and back doors, in the unlikely event that Dad would come home for some reason. She was back at the bedroom door in under a minute, butt was still wearing a cold expression on her face. If my desires had not been so fervent (and my cock so hard), the coldness of her features would have caused me to abandon my quest.
Mom moved past me , and into the bedroom, where she stopped a couple of feet from the foot of the bed. A semblance of her blank stare returned, as I followed her. When I was within a foot of her, she slowly untied the belt of the robe and shrugged it off, standing as she was in the bathroom... naked from the waist up, with only half-slip and panties on.
"Lets' get THIS over with. It is so damn perverted that it's making me sick to my stomach, Buddy. I hope you're going to be SATISFIED!"
Once again, she spat the last word out at me. For the first time, I noticed her eyes lower, just for a second, and come to rest on my bulging crotch. She quickly looked back up.
"MY GOD! You really ARE sick, Buddy! I can't believe that you are so deranged, that you have an erection from looking at your MOTHER!!! Now, I know I might be ill. Hurry up, will you... get your LOOK, and be done with it!"
"And TOUCH, Mom. Remember, you said I could touch?"
"Oh, all right! If that's what it takes to get you over this... then, yes, you can touch, too! Butt, for God's sake... hurry up, before I change my mind."
I reached out, as before, and hefted her healthy breasts, then turned us both around, so that my legs were against the foot of the bed. I slowly sat down, and by my pulling gently on her tits, she moved the step it took for her to be right in front of me.
Those magnificent globes were within inches of my face, as resumed caressing them. My voice was shaky as I found it hard to speak...
"Mom, many years ago, I must have sucked on your breasts. Did I?"
"Yes, Buddy. You did. What about it?"
"I was just wondering if I might.... well... I mean.... would it hurt for me to..... I mean, could I s-s-suck on them just once, now?"
She looked down at me as I was caressing them so lovingly... and I swear, that I heard a big intake of air from her, and her breathing became more rapid again.
One of her hands found its way into my hair, and, again, in that husky voice...
"NO, Buddy... it would NOT be all right. I told you in the bathroom... I'm human, too. I have feelings too. And I reject those feelings, as wrong. I said you could look, and I said you could touch. Butt, I will not have you dragging this thing even deeper into the gutter. You must realize, Buddy, that a woman's breasts are sensitive. I cannot have you stimulating feelings that I have to reject as wrong! So, get on with your looking and touching, and get it over with."
I dunno... I just could not control my next instinct. I mean here I was, with these succulent mounds, huge aureoles, and hard nipples, about eight inches from my face. Shit!!! I'm only human, too!
"OH, MOM.... THEY'RE SO BEAUTIFUL.... I JUST CAN'T HELP IT!"
With that, I put my arms around her hips... with both hands, grabbed a handful of ass-cheek, and quickly leaned forward. I wanted to just kiss her right breast. Butt, I knew that she'd try to pull back, and that may end the episode altogether... so I opened my mouth wide... and took as much of the ripe fruit into my mouth as it could hold.
Mom had a very sharp and abrupt intake of air... tried to push me away, and screamed...
"NO! NO! NO! Buddy!!! I said you can't do that! STOP IT! STOP IT, RIGHT NOW! This has gone as far as it's going to. IT'S OVER. STOP IT!"
The only thing wrong with those words, were her actions. The whole time she was delivering this tirade, her hand had tightened on my head... and was actually pull in head even closer to her.
My tongue then went to work. I had no idea how a man is supposed to suck a woman's tittie, I could just did what my senses wanted me to do. And that was to suck, and suck, and suck. To swirl my tongue around those gigantic aureoles... and to flick back and forth, and around her turgid nipples.
My hands tightened on the cheeks of her ass... then, very slowly, grasped both sides of the band of her half-slip, and lowered it over her hips... 'til it fell around her ankles. Then I distinctly heard a low moan coming from her mouth.
"OH GOD! NO, NO, NO, NO, this can't be happening. OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!"
My Mom.. like all other women... had TWO wondrous breasts.... and I wanted to taste the other one too. So, reluctantly, I withdrew my mouth from her right one... with full intentions of duplicating my attention on the left one.
However, Mom used the hand on my head, to suddenly push my face away a few inches.....
"BUDDY! Listen to me! You've got to listen to me, a moment!"
She made no attempt to disengage her ass from my groping hands, though. If anything, she was actually squirming, just a little bit, in my grasp. I couldn't fucking believe this. It was.... as if she were actually... ENJOYING it! No, no, that couldn't be true. Mom was such a .... a ... PRUDE!
Almost in a state of total breathlessness, I said....
"What Mom??"
"First, Buddy... I want you to take of my panties. I mean, just take them off! That doesn't mean to grope and feel... it means for you to just take them off. Do you understand? I want you to get your LOOK, and then I want to tell you something. Okay? Do you understand?"
I looked up into her eyes, and nodded. Then using the same method as on the half-slip, I lowered her panties over her delectable ass and hips, so that they joined the slip.. at her feet. While the panties were on their way down, I could have sworn that they were wet where the legs met. My God! Had Mom peed in her panties?? That's the only way they could have gotten wet, I thought.
Then, the ultimate sight was just below my eye-level. A beautiful brown forest at the apex of her thighs... with a strange, butt very pleasant, aroma. I saw a hint of glistening in the lower hairs... it looked as if they were damp. Butt, the smell that filled my nostrils, wasn't the smell of pee! What could the wetness be, then?
"Okay, Buddy, now you can look. Butt, promise me not to touch me, while I talk to you. Okay? I'll stand right here, like I am, butt don't touch me while I talk."
I looked up into her face... and saw a very serious expression. So I nodded my agreement. What the hell. Why not? At least I could enjoy the sight and smell in front of me while she talked. So, I put my hands in my lap. One hand encircled the bulge in my pants... and tried to rearrange it, 'cause it was very uncomfortable the way it was positioned.
Mom noticed my discomfort, and without even a trace of a smile, said...
"I wish you'd STOP that damn squirming around. I know what your problem is, and if you want to fix yourself, then go ahead and do it! If you have to take IT out... then do that! Butt, please be still. It's not easy for me to talk about this with my own SON!"
I couldn't fucking-believe that she had talked about "it"! Did I hear her right? Did she say I could take it out? Well, she didn't have to tell me twice. I undid the belt and the buttons to my trousers... reached in and guided my hard cock through the slit in my boxer shorts (I haven't worn boxer shorts in decades.. preferring jockey shorts, instead, now).
Mom stood still, right in front of me, as she had said she would. Her expression didn't change, butt, I noticed her eyes watching as I freed my cock from the material. All six inches of it sprang out and stood at attention. Little shiny droplets were coming from my pee-hole. One had encircled it, butt, Mom said she'd prefer I didn't do that. she said she'd rather I just sit still.
Her eyes were still fixed on my shaft, as she began talking....
"Buddy, I really don't know how to tell you.. butt I'm going to just start talking."
I guess this was a unique situation, because when people talk... they're supposed to make eye contact, right? Neither of us were looking at each others' eyes though. She continued to look at my cock, and I alternated between gazing at her luscious melons.... and the forest between her legs. God, I hoped I'd be able to look at her naked ass, before she called a halt to the proceedings.
"Buddy, I was brought up in a very strict atmosphere. Sex was, and still is, a very dirty word for me. Butt, I told you before, I am a very human person, with very human feelings, and emotions. It has become very easy for me to put them out of my mind, most of the time.
Your father has never had much of a sexual appetite, which was all right with me. In fact, for him to want sex about once every month or two, is about par for the course. There are times when I get these strangest feelings and urges, that I can't really explain. Butt, up to now, I've been able suppress them. There are so many things in this life that are a lot more important than sex. In my opinion, sex is just not necessary to live a full life.
Now, as I said a few minutes ago... when you asked if you could put your mouth to my breasts... I have very sensitive breasts. I've always been very successful at not thinking about them too much. Until this morning! I don't know how to put into words, the feeling I had, when you removed my bra, and just looked at my bare breasts! These were the strongest sensations I've had since I can remember. When you put your hands on my behind, these same sensations became even stronger.
Don't ask me to explain or describe the sensations, because I can't, and I wouldn't if I could... because they are wrong, Buddy!
Then when you wanted to put your mouth on them, and I said, 'No', and you did it anyway... the feeling was a tremendous URGE. All my life... my idea of sex... has been to get it over with as soon as possible. So, I really wanted it over, before all these sensations could really become apparent. In all fairness, Buddy, you built a fire, this morning... one that's never burned with this much flame before. Butt, I must tell you, that after you get your "look", it's over. Do you understand that, Buddy??? OVER! NEVER AGAIN, BUDDY! NEVER!
I'm going to end this little talk, by saying that I want you, Buddy! I have never, ever, had this kind of urge before. I want what is right there between your legs. To be honest with you, I've never had my mouth anywhere near one of those. Butt, this morning, I have the urge to....... well never mind! I want your lips and hands everywhere on my body. Yes, I even WANT you to suck my breasts! I can't believe I'm saying all of this to you. Butt, Buddy, these things WILL NOT HAPPEN!!! THEY CAN NOT HAPPEN!!! THEY ARE WRONG FOR EITHER, OR BOTH OF US, TO HAVE! Even if we weren't mother and son, I believe they are wrong. Butt, especially since we ARE mother and son! These thoughts that we've both had this morning, are incestuous. These thoughts are totally unacceptable anywhere and everywhere. My God, Buddy, I could go to jail, if anyone even KNEW the thoughts I've had this morning.
That's all I have to say, Buddy. Just to repeat one thing again, though. This will NOT go any farther than another few seconds of looking. And that will have to suffice..................... for both of us!"
I had been right... that little talk confirmed my theory that she had been enjoying it.... and those last four words added the exclamation point. I noticed that she had not taken her gaze away from my cock, the whole time she was talking. She now raised her eyes, so that they met mine. It was then, that I noticed that moisture was beginning to form around the corner of her eyes.
The next thing she did, shocked the living shit out of me!! She reached down and encircled my engorged cock with her hand.
"I guess if it's been fair for you to touch... it must be fair for me to have at least one touch... isn't it?"
It was then that I saw the very first trace of a smile on her face, and I slowly rose to my feet, and put my arms around her. Surprisingly, she didn't relinquish her hold on my cock, butt put her other arm around my neck. We held each other like that for several seconds. I felt her hand tighten and loosen, tighten and loosen, on my dick. My hands slid slowly down her back, and came to rest on her bare buttocks. When she felt my hands there... her grip tightened on my shaft... and a throaty moan came from her lips.
"Oh Mom! Thank you so much for telling me all of this. I can't tell you how long I've wanted to see you like this. How long I've dreamt of our naked bodies being together, like this. Butt, like you said, I knew it was wrong! I knew everytime I looked at your breasts and butt... it was wrong! Butt, Mom, I tried to control it... I just couldn't! I JUST COULDN'T! Can you understand that? I'm so, so sorry... butt I just couldn't help it!"
"I know, Buddy. I think I can understand... at least I'm trying to understand. I'm so afraid that I'll go to Hell, just for what's happened between us this morning. We are BOTH so terribly WRONG! WE'RE WRONG!!!"
Abruptly, she separated from my embrace... and just before she turned to walk away, I noticed that there were a lot of tears coming from her eyes. She started walking toward the door, butt I hurried and caught her from behind. I put my arms around her again, and pulled her back against me. My pants were around my knees, butt my jutting cock was against the crack of her ass. My hands cupped her breasts, as I nuzzled her neck.
"Mom... Mom. Please don't run away from me like this. I don't want you to be mad at me. I love you, Mom! I love you so very much! Just let me hold you... touch you.. feel you. I think you want to hold me, and feel me, too. Tell me, Mom! Tell me you won't walk out of here, just yet."
Mom, relaxed against me... and I could feel her ass pushing back against my cock. Her moaning got louder and louder.. as her buttocks began to undulate against me. Then she spun around...
"BUDDY, BUDDY, BUDDY! Please stop! I said we CAN'T... and we CAN'T!!!"
Butt, even as she was uttering those last words, she was plastering her body against mine. And then, the unbelievable happened! She kissed me. No, not just a mother-son kiss... I mean she ground her lips against mine, and I felt her tongue force it's way into my mouth. I had never had my tongue in anybody's mouth before, and damn sure never had somebody else's' in mine. Butt, God! It felt so good... that soon our tongues were playing together. She brought one of her feet up, and used it to push my trousers to the floor, and I stepped out of them.
I couldn't play with Mom's breasts, because they were mashed tightly to my chest... I couldn't play with her forest, because it was grinding against me. Butt I could squeeze her ass... and everytime I caressed and kneaded it... it seemed to drive her to new heights. And when my one hand dipped into the crevice between her cheeks, she pushed against me so hard, that we both fell onto the floor.
When our lips became disentangled, momentarily, I heard her murmur...
"Oh God, forgive me! PLEASE, GOD FORGIVE ME!"
Then, my Mom, straddled my prone body... squatting over my cock.. 'til it was just an inch or so from her forest. I didn't know exactly what I should be doing, butt Mom took care of all of that uncertainty, by gradually lowering herself, until the bulb of my rod was inside her forest. Then, the indescribable sensation of feeling it being engulfed in a very tight, hot, and wet tunnel.
Lower and lower went her hips... taking more and more of me into her. There were no more tears in her eyes... no more cold stare... no more visible disgust. Only a loving smile and a look in her eyes I'd never seen in a woman's' eyes before, butt have seen many times since..... LUST!
Finally my entire organ was deep inside my Mom. And she started to ride me, ever so slowly. Butt, I guess we had let the fire burn too hotly... because, I felt the muscles that were holding my cock, spasm. I heard her shriek....
"OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH BUDDY! OH BUDDY, I LOVE YOU!"
Her spasms got stronger, and I felt her whole body shuddering uncontrollably... then her love tunnel became a lot wetter! I felt a tingling that I'd never felt before... then my own bodily spasms overcame me, as I felt this tremendous pressure deep inside me building... like flood waters against a weakened dam. I reached up and pulled one of those scrumptious tits to my mouth and began to suck... probably as I had hungrily done so many years ago. I sucked as much of her tit as I could into my mouth, put my hands around her and grabbed a handful of both ass cheeks. "Mom, we're fucking! I'm actually fucking you, or you're fucking me! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, MOM... IT'S SOOO GOOOD! I've wanted to fuck you for so long and now, we are really fucking!
My hips bucked upward, as hers came down. I didn't know what the hell was happening inside my virgin body, but it was the greatest sensation I had ever known.
During one of my upward thrusts, I felt the dam give way and this tingling, surging, roaring feeling took complete control of my body. I felt as if everything, every organ, was coming out of my body, right through the head of my cock. I felt it spurt, and spurt, and spurt, and spurt, into my Mom's belly.
"MOM... MOM... MOM!!!! OH GOD, MOM! OHHHHHHHH AWWWWGGHHHHH!!!!
Those same muscles of hers that had convulsed so much, a few seconds before, were doing it again... and I felt even more wetness drowning my dick!
"BUDDDDDDEEEEEEEE! I'M CUMING... YOU'RE MAKING ME CUMMMMMMM! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!
We continued to thrash, and buck, for several more seconds, until we both collapsed, she on top of me, with my cock still embedded in her. Though, slightly diminished in size, it was a long way from being flaccid.
We lay in that position for several minutes while our breathing did it's best to return to some semblance of normalcy. Then Mom rolled over, letting my cock flop out of her garden. She laid on her side for a few seconds, with her back to me, and I could hear her sobbing. I reached for her, but she jumped up and ran into the bathroom, and closed the door. I got up and hurried to try to catch her, but the door slammed just before I got to it. I heard the sound of the toilet flushing, then the sounds of sobbing, and water running. I called out to her several times, but she refused to answer. I waited outside the door for about ten minutes, before it finally opened. Mom walked her beautifully naked body, right by me, and headed back into the bedroom, with me right behind her. I couldn't help but, notice that I, at last, I was getting my look at her naked ass. And the way it moved from side to side, as she walked, made my cock stand at full attention again, and it was swinging back and forth as I walked.
Once inside the bedroom, I fully expected Mom, to be so guilt-ridden, that she'd immediately get dressed. Butt she just turned toward me, and smiled.
"Buddy, I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel guilty as Hell, about what's happened this morning. I do. And one part of me wishes that none of this had ever happened. Butt, I'd also be lying, if I told you that I didn't enjoy it. I'm pretty sure that this was your first time, Buddy, and part of me is glad that it was with me. OH, will God ever forgive me, for saying that?
She reached out and fondled my rigid cock, and said...
"Damn! We can't let this happen again... We simply can't!"
I put my arms around her again, held her tightly against me, and whispered in her ear...
"I love you, Mom, and I always will. I've loved you all my life. But, after this morning, I love you more than I can find words to describe."
Then our mouths met again, but this time it was a slow, tender, and passionate kiss. At least, it started out that way. Before we knew it, our tongues were at it again, and our hips were rotating in unison.
"Mom, I'm not through with my looking yet. I want to get a good close look at that "behind" of yours."
She cracked a little impish grin, and turned around....
"So, LOOK!!!! Look at my ass! It makes me feel so hot to know you're looking at it! And, I guess you know, that you can TOUCH, too!"
She wiggled that fantastic ass in a very provocative manner, and I dropped to my knees for a very close look. I began with light caresses on the resilient flesh of both cheeks. Then, without a second thought, I brought my lips to the creamy skin, and began bestowing countless kisses on every inch. I heard Mom moaning again, butt, when by kisses were replaced by my licking tongue... the movement of her hips began... and went directly to high gear. I gave that splendid behind one helluva saliva bath! But, when my tongue started licking between the cheeks, she went completely ballistic! She stepped away, reached down, helped me up, then pulled me toward the bed.
Mom stretched out on the bed, and as I was standing at the edge, ready to lie down beside her when she reached out and started stroking my cock. In a moment, she leaned over, and without a bit of hesitation, or preliminaries, put her mouth around it, and took all of it inside. One of her hands went around to my ass, and began squeezing it, the same way I had done hers, earlier. Her mouth started a pistoning action, and I could hear the slurping as she was really sucking the hell out of it. I put one hand on her left tit and caressed it, marveling again at the beautiful impressive aureoles.
"Oh Mom... I wish today never had to end. I'm so happy, I could stay here forever. I'm so happy I just want to cry."
Taking my cock from my mouth.... she said the words that made me the happiest person of the face of the earth.
"Buddy, I pray that God will forgive both of us. But, I know that today will not be the end of this. You've awakened something in me, that I don't think I'll ever be able to repress, or reject again."
Mom looked deeply into my eyes as she pulled me onto the bed with her...
"This will only be between us, Buddy! NO ONE MUST EVER KNOW!!! It's called incest, and it's illegal, and it's taboo!! Do you understand that?"
I nodded in complete agreement. I damn sure didn't want Dad to know. And I surely didn't want my Mom to go to jail, either.
"Around everybody else, Buddy, I'm going to be just the way I've always been. And you must not forget that I'm still your Mother... and that I shall still act like you Mother. I hope you understand that, because that is the way it HAS to be. I may get mad at you and you may get mad at me, but, that's just the way that lives have to be!
When I think it's completely safe... and you still want to "see" me, and "touch" me.. you can. Now, this next thing I'm going to say, is going to shock you... because I've never in my entire life used this word before today. When it's totally safe, I will WANT you to see me, and touch me. And I will want to see and touch you. And I will want you to FUCK ME! I will want to FUCK YOU! I will want us to fuck each other. You see, as I said, you've awakened that part of me that's been asleep for 43 years... and I don't want it to go back to sleep. Now, I'm not going to say that word anymore.
I will never feel this way about your father, or anyone else, just you, Buddy. If we're very careful, and we MUST be, we can be very, very good for each other. But, you must remember, if you let this out to ANYONE, or even hint about it, we will lose each other. Because society will take you away from me, and then put me in jail. I don't think you want that. Remember, no matter how mad you ever get at me, NEVER let this come out!!! Okay?"
"Oh Mom, I do understand. And you're right, we probably will get mad at each other, from time to time, but I solemnly promise that I'll NEVER say anything to anybody. I never want to lose you."
"Good! I hope that neither of us lives to regret this. But, right now come here. The first time, I was the one on top. This time, it's your turn, then, since you seemed to get so much pleasure out of licking my ASS ... DAMN! I never thought I'd say that word either... maybe you can lick and kiss it, while I'm on my knees... and we'll see what might happen. My ass has never felt the touch of somebody's fingers, or lips or tongue, and it's making me very excited to think you may want to do those things to it. Darling, I'll have to tell you that before today, the only position I've ever had sex in was with me on my back. Sex has never ever lasted over two minutes before. Something tells me that we just may end up discovering more and we will learn together. We'd better be glad of something else, too, Buddy. We have to be glad that I can't have anymore children, or we'd have to be doubly careful!"
Mom had pulled me next to her, and at first I laid beside her, while we snuggled, embraced, kissed, and let our hands roam at will over our bodies. At last, neither of us could stand it any longer, so she rolled onto her back, spread her legs, and pulled me on top of her. My mouth immediately headed for the nearest tittie and the huge delicious aureole. I sucked like a starving child, at first one, then the other... as Mom.. took my cock and guided it toward her once-again wet pussy. "Ohhhh, Buddy, you've got to quench this fire inside me!! Please, please, DO ME! "Do what, Mom?" "You know what I want, just fuuuuu me!" "Mom, please tell me. I need to hear you say it. Please, Mom. PLEASE tell me what you want." "Dammit, Buddy, FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! PLEASE FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD, BUDDY And, I just hope you never get tired of fucking me. Is that what you wanted to hear? Ae you happy now that you've made me say that word? Now.. FUCK ME!!!!!!!!
I plunged as deep into her as I could, withdrew most of the way, and plunged again... without taking her tit from my mouth. We did a little better that time... we must have lasted at least 30 seconds, before both of us were approaching the top of the hill. I plunged faster and harder, faster, and harder.. 'til I was literally pounding my meat into my Mom! Butt, right now... I wasn't fucking my mother... I was fucking the woman I loved!
Again, Mom was the first to start spasming and shuddering, she was meeting my every downward thrust with an upward one of her own. "Ohhh... ugggg... ahhhh.. FUCK ME BUDDY! PLEASE DON'T STOP! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEEEE!
The bed was rocking... shit, the whole room was rocking.. as we were both letting out a combination of moans, screams, and grunts! I felt that familiar tingling starting again, and knew what was to come... I pounded as deeply into her as I possibly could, and held it there... feeling the muscles in her vagina... squeezing and releasing my exploding cock. Again, I felt as if all my guts were coming out of my cock... as my cum squirted and gushed into her. She had both of her hands on my ass, holding me right there... and milking me 'til she'd gotten every last drop out of my cock. We embraced, and our mouths, again came together in the most tender of lover's kisses.
We must have been careful enough, because Mom and I fucked whenever things were safe, for the next twelve years. My mother, in public, is a regal figure and has fooled most people and her opinion holds weight. And I needed female attention so why not pay attention to my mother. The rewards were great-up to a point. I was spoiled and spoiled and spoiled. But my mother would sometimes have to stop spoiling me because the situation would be too obvious to everyone else. She had to hang on to my father's arm every once in a while because the public needed to see this. Though I gave her emotional security, my father gave her financially security (to a point, but much more than I could) and so she had to please him for this reason also.
I won't bore you with the details of those twelve years except for one small incident! Once we got ourselves to a situation where we were about to get caught by dad. As we have no barber shop near us so we used to help each other cut hairs. I used to get my hair-cut from mom. Once I asked Mom to cut my hair but because of one reason or other the cut was delayed. So one day I was in the kitchen after dinner getting my hair cut while Dad was reading a book in the living room. I had waited until later before asking Mom to cut my hair, hoping Dad would be hitting the sack soon after. But he remained engrossed in his book.
By that time, I had been fondling Mom's tits for quite some time. Her nipples, fully engorged, were sticking out proudly from her tits. We were both wearing robes, she with just panties underneath and I with just my boxer shorts. I pulled her closer to me, forcing her to straddle my knees, so I could run my hands up and down her sides through her still belted robe, over her ass and down her flanks. She kept whispering for me to stop it but she never backed away.
Eventually, I slipped my hand to her inner thighs and started stroking up and down from her knee to her panties, gradually shortening my strokes until I was just rubbing the softest skin within four inches of her pussy. Without warning, I suddenly cupped my right hand and pressed it against her pussy, holding it there. Mom stopped dead still, her hands falling to grip my shoulders. She didn't move.
Encouraged, I squeezed my hand, scrunching her pussy several times. I slipped my thumb up to rest it against the top of her mound and began sliding it lightly side to side as I milked her pussy with my palm. As her pussy became damp, I pressed my fingers into her panties, dipping the material between her lips, spreading them under the material. I started to move my fingers back and forth in a small oval, rubbing her increasingly wet pussy.
I could tell she was looking down, watching me rub her. Knowing this, I reached down with my left hand to fish my hard pole out of my boxers.
"Buddy," she whispered, her breathing ragged, "I can't rub you with it sticking up like that."
"Yes you can," I disagreed, reaching up with my now free left hand to pull at her panties. She wriggled her pelvis to block my attempts to pull her panties down, rewarding my thrusting fingers with welcome pussy action. She seemed to momentarily forget her efforts to block me as her thighs clenched around my shoving hand. During the foray, I managed to pull her panties off her ass to rest below her cheeks. With my thumb, I dragged the front waistband of her panties down, pulling it off her pussy.
Just then, we heard Dad yell, "Can I have my drink?"
Mom suddenly sat on my legs, leaning forward to let her robed body cover my partially open robe and my fully extended cock just as Dad burst through the kitchen doorway heading for the fridge. He glanced our way, "What you are doing."
"Usual- hair cutting" said mom.
As he opened the fridge in search of a beer he continued watching Mom work on me as she sat on my legs. When he pulled his head out, twisting the cap off his prize and tossing it at the sink, Mom rebuked me, "Stay still, Buddy. I don't want to poke your eye out!" She pushed my head to the side with one hand as she clipped at my eyebrows with the scissors which had remained in her hand the whole time.
I don't know if her command was to convince Dad that we were in this compromising position because we were in the middle of a potentially dangerous hair operation, or if she was referring to the lunging efforts of my bare, hard cock which was, hidden by her robe and mine, pressed to her bare pussy lips, and trying valiantly to push inside. I moved my head, causing Mom to pull back with the scissors, facilitating the interpretation that we were in the midst of a delicate situation, which we were, but I did it more to cover some little hip movements in aid of my cock's endeavors.
Mom couldn't close her legs to keep my eager member away. Nor could she stand up with her panties below her cheeks and pulled down from her pussy in case her belted but loosened robe fell open revealing this inexplicable predicament. She had to stay the way she was until Dad left. But he'd just fetched his beer he asked,
"Can I be any help?"
"Bob," Mom spoke sharply, "I'm trying to concentrate here. Go read your book."
Interrupted, Dad nevertheless responded apologetically, "Oh, I'm sorry," and began to move away, I, I used the opportunity to slip my left hand through the hole in my robe pocket to push my erect cock forward toward my Mom, pressing it firmly against her open, bare and wet pussy. Looking out the corner of my eye, I could see Dad was not fully gone. He again went to fridge to search for something else.I allowed my hips to rock up and down the barest amount -- hardly discernible without direct scrutiny, or so I hoped -- rubbing my cock through my mother's soaking pussy lips.
After a couple minutes of this action from which Mom couldn't retreat, she gave up trying. She didn't rock her hips back at me, but she quit trying to pull away, allowing me to freely rub my cock up and down her soaking trench. After a short while Dad moved past us to stand in the doorway. With his back to us, I quickly pulled my hips back drawing my cock away from Mom, pressed my hard, hard cock painfully forward and shoved it back toward her, embedding it a full inch in her open pussy.
Mom groaned just after Dad disappeared into the living room to once again rrad his book, and I shoved my cock home, slowly sliding in to the hilt. Sliding my right hand around her waist, I used my left to pull her belt undone and part her robe. Pressing my hand on her belly, I pushed until she fell back, hooking her feet around the rear legs of my chair to brace herself and allowing her head and hair to dangle toward the floor. As I felt secure I shoved my cock vigorously into my mother's cunt. Squish, squish, squish. God she was wet, and I was unbelievably hard. Suddenly I was gushing in her, my hips grinding, squirt, squirt, ... squirt.
We were still. My cock was fully embedded and still pulsing in Mom's pussy. Her throat was fully extended as her head reached back to lightly rest on the floor, her hair in disarray on the tiles. I couldn't see her face. Her belly was heaving in reaction to her rapid and heavy breaths. My cock still hard, I started moving again, slowly fucking her. She shook her head. "No, no," her hands waving in a negative signal. But I kept thrusting, slow but relentless. Her protestations stopped. Her pussy squeezed and clenched my cock as it bulged into her.
I lifted my weight from the chair and pushed it back, gently holding her until her hips rested on the floor. Holding her legs up, I placed one ankle on each side of my head and lowered myself on her, pressing her legs high toward her shoulders, jacknifing her body against the floor. Straddling her haunches with my cock fully shoved up her cunt, I started banging her hard. Not fast, but hard shoves, slamming into her, thrusting as hard as I could. Bam ... bam ... bam. The expression on her face, which I could now see, was intense. I grasped a tit in each hand and squeezed tightly, not gently. Bam ... bam ... bam.
Mom lifted her hands to my shoulders. "Uhhh ... uhhh ... unnnghhh," she moaned as I fucked her across the floor. I could already picture the look on her face as her head reached the bottom of the cupboards, anticipating with relish her blocked retreat from my hammering cock. If I could only reach it before I came again. I could feel another load of sperm ready tp blast again into her cum soaked pussy.
Then we heard dad saying he was going to have a nap. The sound of a bedroom door opening upstairs caused me to leap to my feet. I stumbled over the coffee table and when I righted myself, Dad was already at the top of the stairs.
"Uh, hi Dad," I mumbled as I started up the stairs. "Have a good rest?" Normally, I wouldn't have said anything, wouldn't have cared. Dad looked at me oddly and nodded.
All that I have said I learned over the course of many years for at the age of fifteen I was still my mother's slave. Life, though, teaches us many things and with the help of my God, a different kind of father than my own, I have straightened my life out. I no longer speak with my parents. They want to continue in the old patterns. Finally, in my late twenties's, I started getting back to other women. Sexually I went far beyond women, for my mother had introduced me to enough feminity for a lifetime. I was not only revolted by women-I was bored! But that is another story.
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Oedipus weds his mom Jokasta (inc)
From The Bible to the popular songs
There's one theme that we find all along
With all the things we hail as good
The most sublime is motherhood
There once was a man named Oedipus Rex
You may have heard about his odd complex
His name appears in Freud's index
Cause he loved his mother's sex
------ Oedipus Rex by Tom Lehrer
Long ago there once was a young man named Oedipus Rex. He was the prince of Corinth and expected to become a King soon. His only problem was his horniness as he lived in the state of constant erection. His only relief was masturbation.
One night, he climbed into his bed and performed his nightly ritual of masturbating. Instead of dreaming about the pussy of a virgin girl he thought about fucking the ass of a mature woman. He didn't know why he often had fantasies about mature women rather than young nubile girls. After he'd shot his wad all over his bed, he made his ritual prayer to the gods.
"Cupid, Aphrodite, God and Goddess of love and sex, please bless me with a perfect bride." He prayed as he prayed every night. But tonight was different.
After Oedipus fell asleep, he found himself in a beautiful garden where he heard the unmistakable sounds of fucking. The sounds came from a clearing, where he found a couple. He hid behind a tree as he watched, unable to turn away. He found a beautiful woman down on all fours with a teenage boy's long cock pumping in and out of her cunt, faster and faster.
"Oh, yes, baby. Give it to me!" cried the woman's voice. "Give me your seed! Plant it deep inside me-Oh!" The woman's breathe quickened as she neared her climax.
"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum inside you and make a baby in you, my darling mother-wife!"
"OH! OH YES! GIVE IT TO ME!" the mother cried. "FUCK ME! FUCK YOUR MOTHER FULL OF INCESTUOUS SPERM! MAKE HER PREGNANT! OHHH...AAAAHHHHHHH!" The woman screamed as she hit an intense climax, her juices spurting out around her son's fuck-pole.
The young man joined her and groaned as his cock shot thick spurts of his baby-making cream into the woman's womb. They continued cumming for over a minute before the young man's cock finally softened. He pulled it out, semi-hard, watching the juices drip from the woman's cunt.
After the woman had caught her breath, she called out, "We hope you enjoyed the show, Oedipus."
Startled, Oedipus stepped out from the tree, embarrassed about his own hard-on. "Who are you?"
"I am Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty. And this young stud is my son, Cupid."
Oedipus was surprised. "I never knew that you two were..."
"Were lovers?" said Aphrodite. "Did you think that the God and Goddess of Love would be content with a mere mother-son relationship? All the Gods are incestuous. Olympus is a big family orgy!"
"It is?"
"You were never taught that? Oh, yes. You're from Corinth," Aphrodite said sadly. "Such a shame." saying she disappeared. Oedipus awoke with another raging hard-on.
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Jokasta was in her early 30's but did not look a day over 20. She was queen of Thebes and wife of King Laius. She was a beautiful woman who had about her an aura of health and wholesomeness. She had that glow of full womanhood one can only get with maturity. That glow made her even more beautiful. Realizing this she felt even more powerful. Thick black hair ran in curls down her shoulders, framing a beautiful face with brown eyes. Her hips were curved so beautifully that any time a male servant followed her; he would soon have to rush off to his quarters or to a privy to relieve his hard-on.
Jokasta began her life as the daughter of Menoeceus of Thebes, and the sister of Hipponome and Creon. She was married to Laius at a very young age. Young Laius was of the line of Cadmus and was in Thebes when Amphion and Zethus usurped the throne of Thebes. After some adventures in the Peloponnesus he became king of Thebes when Amphion and Zethus died. The marriage of Jokasta to Laius seemed advantageous because both Jokasta and Laius were of the line of Cadmus. The only problem was that despite being young Jokasta was not able to become pregnant and carry on the line. So Laius consulted an oracle. The oracle proclaimed that the child Laius fathered would murder him and marry Jokasta.
Knowing that, Laius stopped his normal sex with her. He started to shove his hard dick up inside the ass of Jokasta as far as he could? Jokasta never had her ass played with before so first time it happened she wailed, "Oh, fuck that hurts like hell!"
She jerked forward, trying to free her sore ass from his cock. Laius frowned and slapped her hard across her ass cheeks. "Uugggh! Shit. You're killing me!" she wailed, squeezing a few tears from her eyes.
She began to sob quietly, and Laius looked down at her with contempt. He fucked into her ass again, sighing with pleasure. Then he began a rhythmic penetrating motion. What kind of activity was that? Jokasta was mindless with pain and grief. From then onward it was anal sex or no sex. She could not accept that to go on forever so she conspired to get Laius drunk and slept with him.
Once she succeeded in placing his cock over the entrance of her twat, he got the entire length of his cock in, in one stroke. He reached and held her nipples stretched and started to fuck her. Unflexing his ass, he would swing forward and bang against her cervix, flexing his ass involuntarily and then back.
"Fuck me, oooh ggooddd, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed.
He held her hair and yanked it as he slammed into her. "Take it whore you bitch."
He fucked for some 25 minutes but there was no sign of an orgasm. Jokasta was worried. He pulled out and turned around and sat down on her stomach, laying the sweaty flesh of his asscheeks on her stomach.
She breathed out to accommodate the weight of his body as the flesh sacks of his asscheeks cushioned down on her stomach. What was she going to do now she wondered? She got her answer soon enough, when Laius started to slap her breasts with his hard erection.
He grabbed her breasts and folded them around turgid length, moving his cock back and forth. His cock was banging against her chin her breasts masturbated his cock slowly. He was cursing again intermittently, and every time he moved forward, the skin of his penis peeled, revealing the purple cockhead. He was moaning and pushing himself in a desperate frenzy. His teeth gritted in anger or pain, Jokasta could not tell, his eyes closed and face covered in impatience.
She ran a finger along the length of his ass crack slowly, hoping it would sex him more and quickly realized success as he started to grunt deeply, increasing the speed of the tit fucking. Her attentions were making the little strands of hair in his crack stand up in attention. Gently and softly, she traced sexy lines on his crack. "Yes bitch, that's the way, keep it going bitch, you are real slut," he screamed fucking her tits with ardor.
Then when he least expected it, she shoved her finger into his ass and sent the whole length in, in one thrust. He grunted deeply, felt another wave of orgasmic pleasure. He quickly removed him self and moved between her legs, He wanted to cum in her.
Holding her by the hemispheres of her ass, he thrust into her again, gliding in easily in one stroke. He started fuck in long hard strokes, probing her cunt in all directions. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...." He thrust deeper and deeper, till he was banging in against her cervix. She reached back to the knead the mounds of his asscheeks as he thrust into her, pulling him toward her and impaling herself by lifting her ass up to meet with his thrusts. Her ass was totally flexed now as she increased the pressure on his cock, choking its length, in an attempt to squeeze his cream out.
Realizing that he loved anal stimulation, she then inserted her finger back into his anus, this time three, and every time he moved back to thrust into her, he fucked him upon her fingers. She probed him hard and deep and started to shout, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me... aaarghhh, aaaaah, yes, yes, yes, yes!" as the flames of her orgasm hit her.
Soon he was grunting deeply and shooting his cum into her. His seed exploded like a silent bomb from his cannon and sprayed his creamy sperm into her womb. It seemed flood her insides completely. Laius collapsed upon her. She hugged him tight and kissed him all over his face. They just lay there with his body covering her and her hands kneading his asscheeks.
Next day the King realized his mistake but it was too late.
Soon Jokasta became pregnant and this made Laius very angry. When a son was born instead of honoring Jokasta he snatched up the child, pierced his feet and exposed him.
That was not unusual in Greek culture. Newborn babies were presented to their father when they were nine days old so that he could accept the infant into his life or reject it. Unwanted children were left to die of exposure or were abandoned in a specific location where they might be adopted and reared as a slave. Oedipus was given to a shepherd who is instructed to abandon the child on the slopes of Mount Cithaeron. Laius act distressed Jokasta greatly but she was helpless.
Instead of killing him, however, the shepherd took pity on the child and gave it to another shepherd from Corinth, who then brought it to the childless Polybus and Merope, king and queen of Corinth. They brought the boy up as their own son. They name him Oedipus, which means "swollen foot."
From that day onward the king Laius stopped any type of sex with his Queen. He started preferring boys over girls. As far as Jokasta was concerned she resorted to masturbation to relieve her sexual frustration. But as further days passed, this too did not help relieve her horniness.
She became very edgy and irritable. One of her maid servants noticed this and being a woman she knew that Jokasta was in need of sex. One day in the morning the maid came into her room and asked her if she needed a body massage before having her bath. Jokasta agreed to give it a try. The maid, who was named Vavavoom asked her to lie face down on the bed and she would heat some oil and get the towels. On returning, Vavavoom saw the Queen lying face down with her nightgown on. She told her to remove it as the oil would spoil it, and she would too. Jokasta changed into a bra and knickers only. Jokasta had indulged in fantasies about the maid Vavavoom while masturbating at times and she felt excited at the thought of being massaged by her. On returning to the bedroom, she found that Vavavoom too had stripped down to her bra and panty. She saw Vavavoom had pretty lace bras and knickers on. In her mind she thought that these were definitely stolen from somewhere.
Vavavoom was a small breasted, dark-skinned petite girl. Vavavoom too eyed Jokasta in her undergarments, especially her heavy breasts that threatened to spill out of her bra. On seeing Vavavoom stare at her, Jokasta blushed and lay down on her stomach in bed.
Vavavoom began on applying oil to Jokasta's shoulders and massaging them. She complimented Jokasta on her flawless fair skin. She then unstrapped Jokasta's bra from behind and started working on her back. Jokasta felt real good at this woman's touch and both of them chatted on, with Vavavoom saying that she had never seen such a lovely skin and figure. With both of them feeling horny the talk soon turned towards sex. Vavavoom ventured with saying that the new Guard given to the queen is a scoundrel. By now Vavavoom was working on Jokasta's thighs and could sense Queen getting horny, by her sighs and little moans as her thumbs brushed her cuntlips while stroking her inner thighs. Vavavoom could see that Jokasta's knickers were getting soaked.
"Scoundrel, what do you mean by that" asked Jokasta.
Vavavoom asked her to turn around, which Jokasta readily did not realizing that her bra was off. Vavavoom saw Jokasta's heavy breasts with her nipples swollen now. She answered in a husky voice as she too was getting turned on. "THAT FELLOW IS VERY THIN TO LOOK AT BUT HAS A MONSTER PHALLUS"
"HAVE YOU FUCKED HIM?"
Vavavoom had engrossed Jokasta in her talk and was now freely applying oils and massaging her breasts and nipples. Jokasta was truly turned on by now and was more vocal in her sighing and moaning. Vavavoom continued, "Your highness all I can say is that HIS PENIS IS THICK AND LONG" On hearing this Jokasta immediately remembered that young guard. She let out a moan and said "TELL ME EXACTLY HOW LONG AND THICK HIS THING IS?" Vavavoom now clasped Jokasta's knickers and started pulling them off. Jokasta raised her buttocks so as to help Vavavoom in taking them off.
"JUST AS LONG AND THICK AS MY HAND YOUR HIGHNESS"
"DON'T TELL ME...."
Vavavoom saw that Jokasta's cunt-lips were engorged. She saw the lust in Jokasta's eyes and could not control herself. She got down tasting Jokasta's juices. On feeling Vavavoom's lips and tongue fingering her cunt Jokasta could no longer hold back she let out a wail as she came to a shuddering orgasm. Now Vavavoom quickly removed her own knickers and came over Jokasta, grinding her cunt on Jokasta's mouth. Jokasta started sucking her cunt juices and flicking her clitoris with the rapid movements of her tongue. Meanwhile Vavavoom had pushed her tongue deep into Jokasta's cunt and was tongue fucking her. Both the women soon came to another climax.
Their next meeting was even more memorable. Knowing the Queen would need something sizable in her cunt, Vavavoom came with a short but thick phallus made of polished marble. As Vavavoom laidthe Queen gently on the bed, she let her eyes roam over the Queen's body. Then she straddled her waist and lifted the woman's arms over her head.
"Hold onto the headboard," Vavavoom directed, "You are not to let go until I say."
The Queen did what she was asked to do. The slave licked, sucked and bit a path from neck to breast. She hovered over Jokasta's left nipple, simply blowing warm air on it.
"Spread your legs queen," She reached over and ran a finger between the Queen's nether lips. "AH soooo wet," she commented, then licking her fingers clean. "You taste good Queeny."
Vavavoom attached the phallus and strapped the device to her. She then climbed up and knelt between the Queen's legs. She rubbed the phallus through her wetness. `Spread open like a flower,' Vavavoom thought and smiled. Jokasta's clit was swollen and hard. Vavavoom thought she could probably see it pulsing if she looked close enough.
"You're so ready, aren't you?"
The Queen moaned loudly.
"Do you want it in you?"
"Yes dear."
"Then beg for it."
"Please," Jokasta moaned, "Please fuck me. Please come inside me. Please...."
Vavavoom held the phallus poised at the Queen's slick entrance for just a moment, looking deeply into pleading brown eyes. Smirking wickedly, she leaned forward and slid in completely, her wiry hair brushing against the Jokasta's ass. Vavavoom rested her upper body on Jokasta's shins. The effect was maddening. Each time Vavavoom thrust into the Queen, her clasped hands moved and the twine was pulled tighter around her tortured nipples. Jokasta moaned and thrashed under the slave. After just a few thrusts, Jokasta was on the edge.
Vavavoom kept thrusting at a pace she knew would push Jokasta to the brink. A few more thrusts and the Queen moaned and began to cry again.
"Please ...." She begged. "Please I can't hold it."
"You can and you will," Vavavoom told her.
Vavavoom looked down at the Vavavoom's contorted face as she continued to thrust into her at a furious pace. The leather harness rubbed the Queen's clit mercilessly.
"Oh Gods PLEASE!" Jokasta screamed.
"Ok come for me." Vavavoom conceded and continued to slam into the thrashing woman.
"VaVa-vava-vavavoooooooommmm!" Jokasta screamed out her climax.
The affair went on for years then Jokasta found other lesbian lovers besides Vavavoom. One day the she was talking to one of her lesbian lovers when her lover asked,
"Have you heard of the monster called Sphinx, sent by the goddess Athena to punish us Thebans for our impious behavior?"
"And what is the Sphinx?" asked Jokasta.
"The Sphinx is a beast with the body of a lion, the wings of an eagle, and the head of a woman. She is a daughter of the Titans and, with the protection of Athena, she cannot be killed."
"How may this monster be destroyed?"
"The Sphinx has now begun to stop all men passing by and asking each of them three riddles. If any man answers them all correctly then she will be summoned back to Hades, but if he answers wrongly then she eats him.
"What it has to do with me dear?"
"Oh it means you haven't heard what the Oracle is saying."
"By the way what he is saying"
"He says that soon a young man will approach the borders of the state. His is known as Oedipus. He will kill king Laius, your husband, and answer the three riddles. He will then be greeted as the saviour of the state and will marry you, the queen."
"Oh, well, I was getting tired of the king anyhow. He is fat and impotent; no fun in bed any longer."
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What was happening to Oedipus in Corinth was very disturbing for him. At a party thrown by King Polybus, a drunken guest called him a bastard. He dealt him with a couple of blows but later asked his parents about it. They denied the accusation but he became suspicious. Seeking to confirm his parentage, Oedipus sought out the Oracle at Delphi. Instead of telling him his parentage, the Oracle related the same prophecy as was told to his father: that he would kill his father and marry his mother (though not specifying in which order).The Queen Merope who brought him up was almost sixty and Oedipus had no sexual feeling for her. Thinking about marrying her filled him with disgust. Oedipus decided that the drunkard at the party was lying, and decided not to return home in order to avoid Merope and Polybus. He decided to flee from Corinth towards the Thebes.
As Oedipus traveled he comes to the place where three roads meet, Daulia. Here he encounters a chariot, driven by King Laius. The king did not use the Sacred Band for his escort; it would have been better for him if he had been escorted by members of the Sacred Band. "Out of my way, varlet," cried the leader of the escort to Oedipus.
Oedipus looked at him, and without saying a word drew his sword and struck off his head. The remainder of the escort scattered, instead of staying to guard the king. Oedipus reached into the coach, grabbed the king and dragged him out, not meaning to kill him, but just to scare him. The king however was a coward and fainted away, falling on the rocks and breaking his neck. Oedipus had no idea who it was who had died at his feet, "Arrogant boor," he said to himself and walked on.
This happened just when the news about the king's death was spread. The brother of Queen Jokasta, Creon, became head of the government. His son has fell prey to the Sphinx so, having no heir apparent for the throne Creon declared that the person who could free the city from the monster would be the next king and might marry his sister Jokasta. As that declaration was proclaimed, Oedipus arrived at Thebes.
Meanwhile Oedipus moved further and came to the rock where the Sphinx had her lair. She stopped him, as she did all passersby. Her first two riddles were easy enough, but her third, which has since become famous, was, "What has four legs in the morning, two at noon and three in the evening?"
Oedipus thought for a moment and answered, "A man, who crawls on all fours in the morning of his life, walks on two legs in the noonday, and uses a cane as a third leg to walk in the evening of his life." The Sphinx gave a loud scream and disappeared leaving a smell of brimstone behind.
Oedipus came to the city
Where a Sphinx challenged him with a ditty.
By puzzling a little,
He solved the beast's riddle
And proved himself lethally witty.
--- Dan Curley
Oedipus walked on to Thebes, and a parade of the peasantry gradually formed around him as the news of his success preceded him. He was now a man of 19 standing 6 ft in height. His formerly slim body had developed into a powerful, muscular frame which screamed "king" on practically every part.
He was escorted into Thebes in triumph and led to the palace where Queen Jokasta was waiting. Her long skirt was slit up the sides to show off her shapely legs. It was also tight enough to emphasize her rounded ass. Her top was cut so low it barely hid her milky white tits. Her dress gave her entire frame a regal appearance that was reinforced by her grace and composure.
As he stood by the Royal Gate
People were screaming love and hate
He heard them scream
Long live the Queen
"Who are you, young man, you who have destroyed the Sphinx?" asked Queen Jokasta.
"I am Oedipus, the son of the King and Queen of Corinth," he answered proudly. "I left home because it was prophesied that I would kill my father, the king."
"Did you meet anyone on your way here, before you met the Sphinx?"
"I met a carriage escorted by six soldiers, just inside the borders of the territory of Thebes," said Oedipus. "The leader of this party ordered me off the road and called me a varlet."
"And what did you do about that?"
Oedipus began to fear that he may have put his foot in it at that point, but he answered honestly, "I tried to cut off his head with my sword, just as he was about to strike me with. The rest of the escort ran away, the cowards."
"And then?"
"I hauled the occupant of the coach out of his carriage, but he was as much of a coward as the rest of them and fainted dead away. He struck his head on a rock and died."
"He was Laius, King of Thebes," She said,
Oedipus turned pale, thinking that he would be executed, but Jokasta went on: "Don't be afraid, I was tired of him, anyway. He was no use in bed, and if you had not killed him I would have been obliged to put him to death." She looked at him appraisingly, thinking him a robust and virile young man, a cocksman if ever she had seen one, and said, "You must take his place and marry me." For that was the custom of Thebes: if anyone killed the King he had to marry the widow and take his place.
"I am not ready yet for anything called marriage yet your highness."
"Tell me, have you ever made love with a girl before?" she cooed.
"Your majesty please.... such talk is unbecoming of a queen..."
"A queen may speak the way she pleases" she stated calmly but defiantly "I am just curious."
The whole time she spoke, the queen wore a serpent like smile on her face, a smile which came from the fact that she knew she was making the prince uncomfortable.
"I...I...I'm not sure what you're trying to get at your highness..." Oedipus stammered, "Corinthian young men and women are expected to stay chaste until marriage and marriage itself is sacred throughout all Atlantis!"
The queen stepped closer to the young Oedipus, to the point of making bodily contact. She then proceeded to press her warm breasts against his shoulders.
"This isn't a good idea..." he stammered.
"Your body seems to have a different opinion." the queen challenged, pointing to the growing mound between the hapless his legs. His gray eyes widened, and his tussled brown hair nearly grizzled.
"I'm 19 your highness!!! My body would do this with any woman!"
"If we can get married I could show you other things it could do..." the queen stated invitingly.
Oedipus did not answer for a moment, looking at Queen Jokasta, who in his eyes was a woman old enough to be his mother. But she still looked lusty, even wanton, as if she enjoyed good sex. And anyway what choice did he have? "Let it be so," he said.
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In a theocratic society where everything belonged to the King the Royal marriage is celebrated with a great deal of pompous attention and festivities. On the day of wedding the servant girls stripped Oedipus naked and cleaned him. He was washed in fine scented oils, and prepared for the ceremony.
Incidentally, when the servant girls came out of the bedchamber and looked at their queen, they began to giggle.
"And what do you find so amusing?" the queen inquired.
"Your young husband he is.... quite gifted."
The queen's face turned red hot with anger "I told you not to touch him!!!"
Just when Jokasta was in final stages of becoming a bride a thought struck her. It was the prophecy told to her some 20 years ago that the child Laius would father would murder him and marry her. What she heard from Oedipus so far looked very much a part of that prophecy apart from one thing that Oedipus claimed to be the son of the king of Corinth? The idea that he might be her son and not that of the king of Corinth filled her with worry but it was too late to cancel the marriage due to a small suspicion.
In a big ceremony the Queen of Thebes was united in matrimony with the prince of Corinth. Although much older than the king, the lovely golden hair queen looked a beauty of high kind. Holding the hand of his bride the prince proclaimed in front of a priest, "I Prince Oedipus, son of King Polybus, take thee Jokasta, to be my wife, and my queen, to share the good times and hard times side by side. I humbly give you my hand and my heart as I pledge my faith and love to you. Just as this ring I give you today is a circle without end, my love for you is eternal. Just as it is made of incorruptible substance, my commitment to you will never fail. With this ring, I thee wed."
After the public ceremony was over, the couple walked into their bedchamber. If the bride was desperate for cock then the groom was eager to stuff her cunt with his jizz spraying rod. Jokasta stepped close to her young husband where she could smell that musky odor that was making her wet.
He came up behind her and put his hands on her hips. She shivered with anticipation as he raised his hands to cup her breasts. She turned around and fell at his feet. But she knew that at this point all she wanted was great sex with this young man, her lover and husband.
He divested her of her dress and then removed his too. He looked at her magnificent figure, a golden colored nest of hair, and rosy pink nipples complemented by naturally creamy skin.
He started kissing her mouth and she was tried to suck on his tongue. He bit her over her neck and waist, leaving tell tale love-marks. He sucked at the flesh at her waist. She was delirous. He carried her to the nuptial bed full of flowers and laid her out. Her eyes were cloudy. He started kissing her over her body. She was looking at his crotch to see his erection. She reached for it smoothly as he cupped her bubbies. She breathed in sharply as he started to suck her left nipple loudly. She tenderly squeezed his balls. His balls were large and round. His cock was big and long. The balls were carrying the seed which would give her a child and the cock would inject it in her.
When she was sure that he would do anything for her, she started asked him slyly whether he liked her legs are not! Oedipus definitely did not want to neglect her legs. As he started to kiss her beautiful leg chain clad feet, she started gasping for breadth.
"My God!!!" gasped Oedipus as he reached for her milky thigh flesh rubbing against each other. He started by parting them a little- and started kissing the inside of the thighs with deep sucking kisses. Jokasta was going mad now with the blood pounding in her head!! When she was sure she was kissed enough, she drew up her knees with a flourish, and fanned her legs open, exposing her dripping vulva to his gaze. She hoped that he would fall for it.
Oedipus stared at her dripping, shaved cunt -- Even a prostitute would not have such a thing of beauty for a private part! Jokasta squirmed running her hands over her nipples and lifted her hips of the bed, raising her dripping cunt and ass - very lewdly suggestive of what she wanted - to his face. Her eyes were looking hungrily at his face, gesturing now like a real prostitute -- wasn't she his prostitute for life? Her labia were now large and open like a flower in full bloom and her clit was upright and sneaked out of the folds in the open! "Well?" she seemed to be saying with her eyes - she had a right to make him eat her pussy!!
"See that lovely nub nestled between my lips? Lick it! I am asking this favor as a lady young prince" the queen said breathing heavily "so please, as a favor to me, lick it."
Ever being a gentleman honor bound him not to refuse, as it was not the same as sexual intercourse after all.
He pressed his tongue on her lovely clit and licked furiously. The queen moaned loudly and pressed her pussy hard against his mouth nearly asphyxiating. Nevertheless, he licked for long moments, her legs quivered and she came all over his face. She dismounted, looked at the mess she made on his face and laughed.
"I'm sorry about that. Let me go get a rag to clean it up."
With that the queen walked to her bed where she reached for a towel. The slapping sound of naked feet could be heard as she walked over, and the prince got a good view of her magnificent ass. The view made his already hard cock nearly burst, as precum now began to drip out of it.
She could feel the beginnings of her first bridal orgasm!!! "Lick!!!" she screamed. "Faster - And don't stop licking clit until you are told!!!" she hissed as she started to constrict her bladed for that supreme moment. His head bobbed in rhythm to her pelvic thrusts into his mouth as she constricted her bladder -- She shot her cum soaked pee into his throat with a guttural wail as her body was wracked with her orgasm -- Her hot urine and cum shot into the groom's virgin mouth in uncontrolled spurts!!!
After cleaning the mess the overly excited groom rose and positioned his stiff erection at her wet cunt. With one thrust and sharp stab of pain, she became his.
Oedipus gasped very loudly the way all young men do the first time their cock is buried inside a pussy.
He couldn't believe what was happening. She was so wet, tight, soft and hot, the feeling was unreal. The queen was in sheer ecstasy for the prince's cock was hard and exactly what her pussy was hungering for. She squeezed him tightly in a vice-like grip, while slowly lowering her breasts to the point where they touched his chest.
His eyes were rolled back and he was breathing heavily as his mind was still trying to cope with never-before felt sensations.
"You are so cute young prince, so handsome" the queen stated in a delirious, heavily breathing, voice.
Wet sloppy sounds echoed in the large bedchamber as the queen satisfied her desire for young cock. She drove him passionately matching each of his thrusts with her own. The slap slap sound of fucking filled the room. The groom was sucking the breasts of the bride. The fucking was fast and quick, as she received his first son into her womb, as he grunted her name as he shot his life giving sperm into her virgin womb, right thru her cervix. Jet after hot jet of cum pelted her cervix.
His cock was so massive; the urethra was practically touching her cervix, making the spraying of the jets all the more intense. The prince's eyes were rolled back as he shot load after load of hot seeds, pelting the queen's cervix with unnatural fury. The queen now had even more intense orgasms and mercilessly milked his cock. Oedipus came for several minutes, and soon the white fluid began to drip out of the queen's pussy.
The queen burned from a final, ultra intense orgasm and gave the prince's cock one final squeeze, he shot a final, large wad of hot seed.
She began sobbing softly. "I've never really loved anyone like that." She said crying"
She looked down at him, ever so longingly, and began kissing his lips, this time the prince responded vigorously.
The queen sobbed softly and quietly, as tears of ecstatic joy rand down her cheeks. She firmly wrapped her arms and legs around him, gently stroking his body, enjoying his slim tightness.
Her hard panting breaths were sizzling his face. The voluptuous play went on for some time, till the queen's energetic buttocks became a blur. The chamber resounded with her hisses, moans and the wet sound of fucking. Her jeweled fingers and nails were kneading and scraping his body wherever she could. He thrust and thrust, wet sliding sound becoming faster and more audible, and after 8 hours of sliding in and out of her, he buried his cock to the balls and began shooting another massive load of hot cum on her cervix as her hot, wet, tight pussy milked him.
His cock pelted and pelted her cervix, the hot fluid and milking from a warm pussy giving the prince a burning orgasm. The queen was equally delirious as she felt the hot fluid filling her up, and she burned ever more hotly from even more powerful orgasms than the one they had before. The prince collapsed on top of the lovely blonde, still buried inside her, and then, after catching his breath, began kissing her tenderly on the mouth.
"I feel a tingling feeling deep within my belly," the queen stated. "I can feel your seed sweet prince.... you have given me a child."
The prince pulled out of her.
The discussion of Oedipus and phalluses.
In the end only causes paralysis.
Psychoanalyzed bliss
Is not worth a piss;
But of course, that's just my urinalysis.
--- Steve Holst
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By the time Jokasta was 9 months along with her baby, she felt very horny like most pregnant women. As her tits doubled in size she stopped wearing a bra. Seeing her pregnant Oedipus remarked,
"You look more beautiful then ever."
"I bet you are really proud aren't you? Seeing your my belly growing knowing that you're the reason for it all."
"Oh darling, I want to fuck you so bad, but I'm so thirsty."
"Oh? Well I can help you with that!" She arose off the bed wearing only a blue see through gown that was opened giving him a full view of his her swollen belly, tits and pussy.
"Come here sweetheart and drink up!"
Oedipus closed his mouth around his mothers now hugely swollen breasts and began to suckle her warm milk, all the while feeling his mothers expansive belly, a belly full of the baby he had given her.
Oedipus continued to suck the sweet warm milk from his mother, loving every drop of the sweet motherly nectar. He could hear moaning coming from his mother, and it was at this time he noticed that she had slipped a finger through her panties and was finger fucking herself.
"Oooh, please baby, suck mommies other tit! Please baby, ohh!"
Oedipus moved to her other engorged breast and began sucking the life out of it too. Subconsciously, Oedipus began rubbing his mother's ass with one hand, and began rubbing his dick through his dress with the other.
"Oh god, this feels so good! I need you baby, I need you inside my pregnant pussy!"
Oedipus didn't say a word; he just eased her back onto the bed and removed his dress.
"Oh yes honey please! Fuck me and Make me even more pregnant! God, when I pop this one out baby I want you to give me twins! Fuck me!!"
Oedipus rammed his dick home into his mother's pregnant cunt.
"Ohh god yes, fuck me! Fuck your my pregnant pussy! Oh god I'm so big with your baby!"
"I love you, I'm gonna keep you pregnant for years to come!"
"OH GOD YES FUCK ME OEDIPUS! FUCK THE BIG PREGNANT PUSSY OF A MOMMIE!!" Jokasta screamed as she gave in to her climax.
"Ahh, I'm gonna cum whore! I'm gonna give you even more babies!"
Jokasta looked at her belly and it was swelling even more!"YES YES YES! FUCK ME SO HARD YOU MAKE ME EVEN MORE PREGNANT!! MAKE MY BELLY EVEN
BIGGER!!"
"AHHHH!" Oedipus blew his load deep inside his pregnant mother and her belly began to grow even more! She sighed as her son left her pregnant pussy.
"Oh my god Oedie, I think you've given me more then just one baby" Danielle said as she rubbed her hands across her hugely pregnant belly.
"Oh my..."
"What is it?"
"I think my water just broke!!" She said, as her breasts erupted with milk!
A beautiful baby boy was born to the queen. Like his mother he had green eyes, and like his father he had brown hair. He was named Polynices.
"Oh! He's so adorable" the queen said the first time she held him "my sweet prince...." she said tearfully." I love you so much... thank you for this gift you've given me.... oh he so beautiful, like his father" She smiled at her baby and played with him.
Oedipus sure loved his mother;
He should have looked for another.
But he would rather
Attempt to father
A son who would be a brother.
--- Tony Burrell
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The years passed. Oedipus and Jokasta had four children: two sons, Polynices and Eteocles, and two daughters, Antigone and Ismene. Then a plague of infertility strikes the city of Thebes; crops no longer grow to harvest and women do not bear children. Neighboring city states only a few miles away had enough rain, and no locusts. The priestesses at the temple were no help. They could not avert the famine nor explain how it had come about. Oedipus, in his hubris, asserts that he will end the pestilence.
He sends Creon, Jocasta's brother, to the Oracle at Delphi, seeking guidance. When Creon returns, Oedipus hears that the murderer of the former King Laius must be found and either be killed or exiled. In a search for the identity of the killer, Oedipus follows Creon's suggestion and sends for the blind prophet, Tiresias, who tells him,
"The gods are angry with the king and queen, with Queen Jokasta and King Oedipus. That is why they have sent a plague and famine to the land."
"What can we do about it, Tiresias?"
"The queen must die, and the king must be exiled."
"Why? What have we done?"
"King Oedipus has murdered his father, King Laius, and bedded his mother, Queen Jokasta."
Oedipus was stunned and in anguish cried out, "But I am the son of the king and queen of Corinth."
"You are son of Jokasta and Laius who was given to a shepherd with the instruction to abandon you on the slopes of Mount Cithaeron. Luckily you were found by a shepherd and taken to Corinth where you were adopted by the king and queen of Corinth who had no children of their own. King Oedipus, you are son of Jokasta whom you fuck day and night"
Oedipus blames Creon for Tiresias telling Oedipus that he was the killer. Oedipus and Creon begin a heated argument. Jocasta enters and tries to calm Oedipus. She tries to comfort him by telling him about her old husband and his supposed death. Oedipus becomes unnerved as he begins to think that he might have killed Laius and so brought about the plague. Suddenly, a messenger arrives from Corinth with the news that King Polybus has died and that the people of Corinth would have Oedipus as their king. Jokasta immediately summons Oedipus.
OEDIPUS: My wife, my queen, Jokasta, why hast thou summoned me from my palace?
JOKASTA: Hear this man, and as thou hearest judge what has become of all those awe-inspiring oracles.
OEDIPUS: Who is this man, and what his news for me?
JOKASTA: He comes from Corinth and his message this: Thy father Polybus hath passed away.
OEDIPUS: What? Let me have it, stranger, from thy mouth.
MESSENGER: If I must first make plain beyond a doubt my message, know that Polybus is dead.
OEDIPUS: Out on it, lady! Why should one regard The Pythian hearth or birds that scream in the air? Did they not point at me as doomed to slay my father? But he's dead and in his grave And here am I who ne'er unsheathed a sword; Unless the longing for his absent son Killed him and so I slew him in a sense. But, as they stand, the oracles are dead-- Dust, ashes, nothing, dead as Polybus.
JOKASTA: Say, did not I foretell this long ago?
OEDIPUS: Thou didst: but I was misled by my fear.
JOKASTA: Then let I no more weigh upon thy soul.
OEDIPUS: Must I not fear my mother's marriage bed.
JOKASTA: Why should a mortal man, the sport of chance, With no assured foreknowledge, be afraid?Best live a careless life from hand to mouth.
This wedlock with thy mother fear not thou.How oft it chances that in dreams a manHas wed his mother! He who least regardsSuch brainsick fantasy lives most at ease.
Oedipus is relieved concerning the prophecy, for it could no longer be fulfilled if Polybus, whom he thinks is his father, is now dead. Nonetheless, he is wary while his mother lives and does not wish to go. To ease the stress of the matter, the messenger then reveals that Oedipus was, in fact, adopted. JOKASTA, finally realizing Oedipus' true identity, begs him to abandon his search for Laius' murderer.
OEDIPUS: No, with such guiding clues I cannot fail to bring to light the secret of my birth.
JOKASTA: Oh, as thou carest for thy life, give o'er this quest. Enough the anguish I endure.
OEDIPUS: Be of good cheer; though I be proved the son of a bondwoman, aye, through three descents triply a slave, thy honor is unsmirched.
JOKASTA: Yet humor me; I pray thee; do not this.
OEDIPUS: I cannot; I must probe this matter home.
JOKASTA: 'Tis for thy sake I advise thee for the best.
OEDIPUS: I grow impatient of this best advice.
Oedipus misunderstands the motivation of her pleas, thinking that she was ashamed of him because he might have been the son of a slave. Oedipus seeks verification of the messenger's story from the very same herdsman who was supposed to have left Oedipus to die as a baby. From the herdsman, Oedipus learns that the infant raised as the adopted son of Polybus and Merope, was the son of Laius and Jocasta. Thus, Oedipus finally realizes in great agony that so many years ago, at the place where three roads meet, he had killed his own father, King Laius, and as consequence, married his mother, Jocasta.
Oedipus goes in search of Jocasta and finds her in the act of hanging herself. Oedipus ran and seized her.
OEDIPUS: "Suicide is not a solution Mother; it is an end before a solution can be found. It cannot be considered an option, for an option denotes we have a choice and death robs us of both, option and choice."
JOKASTA: "I want to die not in shame for being your wife, my son but in guilt that I left you to die as a baby."
OEDIPUS: "It wasn't you but your husband who wanted to kill me. I have no complaint against you. Listen Mother, Death is an irreversible act that does not end the pain, for it remains in those who are left behind. Even people who are totally alone, and take their own lives transfer their pain to those who do care!"
JOKASTA: "What about the people?"
OEDIPUS: "To hell with them, nobody yet knows our true relation so we will leave Thebes and move to Corinth where we will be again King and Queen."
JOKASTA: "I can agree to this as long as the facts remain private"
OEDIPUS: "I assure you mother."
He tilted her chin up, bent his head and captured her lips. It was a gentle, persuasive kiss, softly taking, convincing her with every touch, ever taste. He kissed the corners of her mouth, pressed his lips against the side of her neck. Jokasta gasped as his mouth settled softly over hers. For several moments, she simply stood there, letting the heat flood through her, absorbing the taste of him, only dimly aware of the hard male body pressing into hers.
He pushed his hand between her thighs, rubbing her cunt a moment. Jokasta stood, twisting her hips and feeling his cock starting to stir and harden.
"Oedie what are you doing to me?" she whispered.
Jokasta twisted her ass, gyrating as his finger ran back into her cunt. The feel of his fingers in her cunt and one inside her asshole made her gasp with surprised pleasure.
"Oooooh, please, let me go!" she cried softly, pulling from him.
She turned, but Oedipus grabbed her hips, lifting her robe from behind. Jokasta paused, shaking with a vague excitement as her son gazed at her rounded ass.
"It's so pretty, Mom," He whispered. "You have such a pretty ass."
"Oedie!" she gasped.
He had pressed his lips to her naked ass, kissing first one cheek, then the other. With his hands on her hips, he pulled her back, and his face moved into the hot, smooth split.
On impulse, Jokasta leaned over, shoving her ass into her son's face. Oedipus groaned, and his lips burned on the pucker of her ass hole. When he kissed her asshole, Jokasta's cunt seemed to lurch, her clit knotting painfully.
"Ohhhh, Oedie! What are you doing? Baby, you shouldn't kiss me there."
Oedipus giggled, the sound muffled because his face was in the crack of his mother's ass. He touched her asshole with the tip of his tongue, and Jokasta gasped softly. Twisting his tongue he licked at his mother's asshole for a moment or so then pulled away.
Jokasta leaned over a nearby table and said writhing her naked ass. "I need your cock, baby! Ohhhh, Oedie, fuck me, right here, right now!"
Oedipus, behind his mother, watched as she pressed her tits flat on the table, her hands on her ass, stroking it, then her fingers dipping down and pulling at the hairy lips of her juicy cunt.
"Ram it to me, Oedie!" Jokasta pleaded. "Ohhh, baby, ram your cock up mother's cunt now! Ram it quick and hard and deep!"
With a groan of eagerness, he pushed the head of his cock to his mother's offered cunt. Jokasta sucked in a hot breath of air as she felt his prick spread her pussylips.
Oedipus lay on the breast As King
Of his mom, he was highly distressed.
He touched his cock
And let out a cry:
"I like sex, but incest is best."
In fact neither Jokasta committed any suicide nor did Oedipus stab his eyes. They asked Creon to look after their daughters, for their sons were old and mature enough to look after themselves. Both Oedipus and Jokasta left Thebes and moved to Corinth. Jokasta's brother, a member of the Sacred Band who had no children, became king of Thebes. Immediately the rains came, the drought was broken, the locusts disappeared and the crops began to grow again. Famine was averted.
And 3000 years later... Lightning raced across the sky, illuminating the night with its eerie blue light; thunder quickly followed, shaking the earth with its deep, booming sound; rain fell from the clouds, covering the streets with its chilling wetness. A truck got collided with a tree.
A witty truck driver named Tex
Was arrested, and likely suspects,
'twas the sign on his door
that caused the uproar
It read simply "Oedipus Wrecks
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Good Mourning Mom
Call me Jerry and don't ask me any question. I was always, always curious...about everything, and usually wanted to try it...at least once or twice if possible. But this really isn't where the story begins. The story begins when the shit hit the fan.
One day I was working at my desk completing some bookkeeping duties for my in-home business when the phone rang. It was my mother. "Hello Jerry. I have sad news. Your father died during the night." I was 25 but I was not ready for the call.
Dad had several strokes about 8 months before that had left him pretty much a vegetable. His health had been declining since then. Now he was gone. I told my mom I would be there in about 3 hour. I only lived about two and half hours away. I called my girl friend Melinda on my cell phone, and told her the sad news. I told her that I am going to my hometown for a few days. She consoled me and wished me a safe journey.
I packed and left. My home town was a picturesque, quintessential place of about 10,000 religious, self-reliant people. It was the perfect place for a stern, religious man like my father, but truth is told, I was happy to leave it for college. Though I visited my parents a few times a year, I felt like I hadn't been here in a very long time as I returned for my father's funeral.
My parents, in particular my mother, were very supportive and caring, at least in my younger years. Things changed later, and not for the better. My father was a hard man who grew more arrogant as he became more successful. He spent increasing amounts of time away from home, which led to some friction with my Mum, Carole.
When I got to the house, mom was pretty quiet but I could sense a relief as well. The past few months had been very hard on her.
"Are you okay mom?" I asked as soon as I saw mom
"I'm fine baby, just tired. It's been a long day." She murmured.
"I am more worried about you." I reached over to hold her hand.
"I will miss your father. He was a good man. I loved him."
The rest of the day was spent visiting the lawyers, the funeral home and the bank. There are so many details to attend to. The funeral would be in three days with visitations the next two evenings. As we came back to our house mom asked me,
"Do you need a drink, I want one"
We went into my dad's study. His desk was on the far side of the room, dominating it. My mom had a small, unobtrusive secretary-desk in the opposite corner. Like many families, the kitchen table served her when she needed more space.
She poured "Godmother" (vodka and amaretto) and "Godfather" (amaretto and Scotch) for me.
"Ah, that's good." Mom said, taking a long swig of her drink.
She then peered over at me. "No, jerry, your father never knew that I liked to have a drink every once in a while. Oh, I made sure he never found out."
Mom was wearing all black: dress, stockings, and pumps. If it were not for the somber occasion and if she were smiling, she would look very seductive. We sat on a sofa facing each other. I noticed how her skirt rose slightly when she crossed her legs. I felt I slight murmur down below. Just like old times in my teens when I would try to place myself opposite her at home to get a good view up her thighs. Everything seemed wrong about my feelings.
I have always seen Mum as a stunningly beautiful woman. She had married Dad when she was only 18; a shotgun wedding, as my sister Elizabeth was born six months later. I was born three years later making mom 48 now. Mom looked like an older version of my sister Elizabeth, with the same medium height, big breasts, and shapely legs, but her face had a hawkish sharpness whereas Elizabeth's face was (deceptively) softer. If I'd had to choose, I'd have said Elizabeth was the prettier woman, but Mom was indeed attractive. Her hair was originally brown, lighter than Elizabeth's, but now had some gray, which actually looked very pleasing.
Mom still worked in retail and I think she was glad she had kept up her work over the years. She was still very presentable having kept fairly trim and still looked good and men, often younger, gave her the time of day when she went to the pub on her own. She looked after herself, usually wearing suits for work that emphasized her shape. Her breasts weren't large but that was probably in her favor, wearing a bra to give her a lift which men at the pub or in her work would privately admire. Her waist had the effect of highlighting her breasts and her hips. From the rear she displayed a full but well shaped arse. Mom wore her hair straight and fairly short, cut to hang just above her shoulders. She had very little fat on her shapely body, and I suspect she could keep up with much younger women.
She rarely wore trouser suits preferring skirts, stockings and shoes with a reasonable heel that made her legs still look good. Mum completely rejected tights, preferring suspenders that gave her 'room to breathe', her words.
I attempted to cover up my surprise at seeing Mom drink, but I was clumsy in doing so. Suddenly Mum put her glass on the table moved to me and held me very close.
"Jerry, I know we've been so distant these years and it's mainly my fault, but I can't bear it any longer and need to see more of you now." I had been leaning against the edge of the sink and she leaned completely into me crushing me hard. She was about nine inches shorter than me. She sobbed into my shirt giving in to her grief.
I just held her close whilst she gave vent to her sadness. I could feel much of her soft yet yielding body as she held me really tight. It was a very emotional moment for us both. After breaking the embrace she reminded me of her request and I reassured her that I would see more of her and would be staying a few days anyway.
"Son, have you heard anything about Elizabeth lately? About Ned?" she asked.
"No, Mom." I replied. "As far as I can tell, they're still in Europe somewhere. With this new police job I have access to more tools to try and find them."
Mom let out a sigh. "It's just as well that she's not here." she said, and for a moment I detected bitterness in her voice before she controlled it. "Although... your father would've forgiven her and welcomed her back if she'd walked in the house. Not me, though"
"Whaaa...." I said, totally shocked at this admission from my mother. She looked up at me sharply.
"I am convinced that your sister's actions were the main reason Douglass's health failed so rapidly these last few months. Oh, I know he was sick for some time -- he tried to hide it from me, but a wife knows -- but he was just fine until June."
"Yeah, Mom, I know." I said.
"No, you don't know." Mom said, her speech beginning to slur slightly. "Your father always had a remnant of hope that somehow Elizabeth would return to us, but I think it was more to relieve his feeling of having failed to raise her properly than out of real love for his daughter. And when he heard about the vile, wicked things she did last summer... he knew that he'd truly failed. That's what broke him, son."
"I understand, Mom." I said. "Look, it's really late. Why don't we talk more about it tomorrow, okay?" I helped Mom stand up and gently guided her up to the door of her room. I hugged her warmly, feeling her press her body into mine much harder than I'd felt her ever do before. We separated and I went into my room after her bedroom door closed.
As I moved towards my room I realized that there were no pictures of Elizabeth anywhere. There had been in the past, on the walls, and in frames sitting on pieces of furniture. My boyhood pictures were still where they'd always been, including on my father's desk in this room. But it was as if all traces of my sister had been scrubbed from this house that was her childhood home.
When I fell asleep, I dreamt. I was eighteen and coming home one night a bit passed it for the booze. I slipped in the back door as quietly as possible not to waken anyone. A small light came from the living room. Cautiously, I moved to towards the light. Mum. Not alone, with her colleague from work whom she had brought home before. Where was Dad? She was lying back on a chair. Her friend Joan was kneeling on the floor between Mum's thighs. Her eyes were closed. Joan was deep into her cunt sucking for all she could obtain. Mum was in heaven. I quickly retreated to avoid disaster.
I wake in a sweat. It wasn't a dream. It was a reminder of an actual event which I had blocked in my relative innocence. It came to me in an instant. I decided to tread warily round my mother. Going downstairs in my dressing gown to the kitchen I was met by Mum cooking a breakfast. She was wearing a beige nightie that came down to her knees.
"Hi Jerry -- Sorry if I disturbed you."
"No Mum not at all. I just woke with a hangover that's all."
She got me a fizzy to settle my head. When I'd drunk it and put the tumbler down, she again came to hug me like yesterday, though dressed very differently. She pressed herself against me.
"Jerry, it's so wonderful to have you home. Can you really stay awhile?"
Her free breasts were tight against my chest and her hips hard into me. I started to swell under the gown. She may have noticed for she gradually withdrew so as not to embarrass her or me.
"Love, I'm sorry, I feel so needy, never felt like this before. I want you here to hold me whenever you can. Will you?"
"Of course mum, whenever."
I took my breakfast back to my room to read the paper. However, I became, again, preoccupied with thoughts of mum. She had cuddled me once again, without any reservation with only her nightie on. Stiffening once more at the thought of her softness and apparently unwitting sexuality revealed by her not wearing a bra and maybe no panty!
After breakfast Mom dressed her in black, with a veil over her hat. Her dress also showed off her big breasts and her legs, but her stockings were actually very tiny fishnets that looked sheer from a distance but was a sexy netting when viewed close-up. Call me a strange, sick fuck if you will, but Mom looked beautiful in widow's weeds - I found myself admiring my mother's legs, and then wondered to myself what the hell I was thinking...
"You look nice mom," I assured mom.
"Not too sexy for a funeral?" She said.
"You look great mom."
I found that most of the arrangements had already been made by my father's former law firm.
Guests began arriving. I was touched at how many friends came up from Town. Laura was there, looking tall and elegant in black, with a veil net on her hat. Chief Griswold was there, as was Commissioner Dexter Robinson. Robinson was wearing his formal police uniform, the only one to do so. Tanya Perlman, Hugh Hewitt, and Cindy Ross from my team had come up, and of course Brittany Maxwell had made the journey with them.
After I made introductions of everyone to my mom, to my surprise she took Laura into the study for a private conversation, and it soon became apparent that it was going to take a while. So I sat around with my friends.
It was with a bit of fanfare that several big limousine SUVs rolled into the driveway. I realized who it was as everyone got out. From the middle vehicle a lovely blonde got out, followed by a handsome man in his forties, with a full head of black hair, and a semi-permanent soft smile on his face. He was the Reverend Jonas Oldeeds.
Oldeeds was a world-famous tele-evangelist. His career had begun when he was in his twenties, and I knew that my father had been one of his earliest supporters and benefactors. As the Oldeeds Empire of inspirational books, tapes, CDs/DVDs, television shows, and appearances grew, he did not forget those who helped him in his beginning, and he remained in touch with my father for over 20 years. Now somewhere in his forties, he had an arena at his church that seated 15,000 people, always filled to capacity as his sermons broadcasted across the Nation and the World.
I knocked on the door to the study, poked my head inside, and told my mother he was here. She scowled, but told Laura that she would have to greet him.
I opened the door and allowed Rev. Oldeeds and his entourage into the house. Thankfully, my mother swiftly came up behind me just as Oldeeds was telling me how he remembered me as a teenager. She endured his rather prolonged verbal gestures of condolences, then asked me to introduce my friends to him.
"Jerry, I wonder if I might have a few words with you, alone." Oldeeds said after an appropriate amount of introductions and time for small talk. I told Mom that we'd be in the study for a few minutes, and then I escorted him there. As I closed the door, he rather arrogantly took the seat behind my father's desk as if it were his, forcing me to take one of the other chairs.
"Jerry, I'm so sorry about your loss." he said. I acknowledged him politely, knowing that condolences were not the reason he wanted to talk to me. Thankfully, he did get right to the point.
"Jerry, your father was very kind to me in the early years of my career." Oldeeds said, his words flowing and smooth, his smile set. "He helped me financially in the beginning. What he might not have told you is that he was one of the original eight members of my Board of Trustees. Those eight men and I created a special trust fund for each of them. As you can understand, that fund has grown quite considerably over the years."
"I'm sure it has." I said. I don't know if he detected my slight note of sarcasm.
My father, whose name was Douglass, had been slender and bald on the top of his head, with hair still growing on the sides and back of his head. With his glasses and fairly tall height, he looked more like a school professor than the lawyer he was. He had not only sold out his law practice, but had profited from other investments which enabled him to retire early, but he had not really discussed those investments with me. He only told me vaguely that Mom would be taken care of if he died first.
"Since your father has passed on, his trust fund will now begin making payments to your mother." Oldeeds continued, "I wanted to let you know that she will be well taken care of for the rest of her life. The fund is adequate to meet her needs no matter what the economy does, and they will be making monthly payments to her, beginning the first of next month. As you are the executor of your father's will, the paperwork for this will come your way, and monthly statements will come to you as well as to her."
"I see." I said. "I'm very grateful that she'll be taken care of so well." I said, mostly out of politeness, but glad for the news for my mother.
"Yes, your father was very good to me, and I always let him know that his family would never have to worry should something happen to him. He was a true man of the Lord."
"Thank you, sir." I said, somewhat wanting to end the conversation. The Rev. Oldeeds had never struck me as the true man of God he publicly showed himself to be, and I was eager to move on and greet other guests as they arrived.
"Well, that's all I wanted to tell you." he said. "By the way, I contacted your church's minister and he has been kind enough to allow me to say a few words at the funeral. If that is okay with you, that is."
"You'll have to check with my mother, but I'm sure it'll be okay." I said, knowing this was the politically correct answer all the way around.
"Oh-- by the way," Oldeeds said, as if it were a sudden thought, "I didn't see your sister Elizabeth when I came in. Is she here?"
"Uh, no, she's not." I said. "I don't think she'll be able to make it today." I volunteered no more information.
"Ah, that's unfortunate." Oldeeds said. He had not asked further about Elizabeth, which meant to me that he must already know something about the recent incidents with her. "She was such a sweet girl many years ago, very devoted to the Lord." the evangelist continued. "We spent a good bit of time studying the Bible. I was hoping to be able to see her again."
"Unfortunately, it doesn't look like that will be possible." I said, getting up from my chair to show that this line of conversation would be ending. "Why don't we rejoin the guests, Reverend? I'm sure they are eager to hear from a man of your stature."
The funeral was somber and sad, as to be expected, but the preacher's words of remembrance of my father's life and good deeds were comforting to everyone, I think. As the Reverend Jonas Oldeeds got up to say a few inspirational words, a murmur of recognition went through the crowd. His words were indeed inspirational to the deeply religious audience.
At the funeral, my father's best friend Billy Black and his son Jacob never left my side. I really didn't remember Jacob very much, but he said we used to play together when we were children. It was nice having him there. Another guest that made an impression on me was a friend of my mother named Dawn.
I hadn't known her that well before today and took her in visually as she descended upon me. She was a bit older than mum, early fifties perhaps but hadn't lost her femininity. A dark fullish blouse and tight skirt held her shapely body nicely proportioned with what appeared to be, and were, seamed stockings that were quite unusual these days. She clocked my visual of her and did the same, I thought, to me.
"It's good, at last, to meet you jerry." Dawn said to me as we arrived back to our home
"I'm glad you're so close to mom and look after her in my absence."
"How did you know jerry?" Again she put her foot in it but soon realized I meant about being neighbors.
"Let's start again jerry shall we?" I moved to more neutral ground as she gradually let go her blushing. Eventually she relaxed and we sat together on one of Mum's couch for an hour filling each other in on our lives. Married, divorced, departed, adult children, she now lived alone happily and, she let me know, liberated by those life changes.
At last guests departed leaving just mom and me alone. Then Jonas Oldeeds came by the house again, saying goodbye to me and to Mom before moving out in his caravan. She was visibly relieved when he was gone. As the sun was setting, I found myself alone in the study with Mom again.
"I'm so glad that son of a bitch is gone." Mom said suddenly. We had been talking about many of the people at the funeral and what they were doing with their lives. Meager stories, some of them. Small town stories that I was glad not to be living myself. Then she had blurted that out.
"Oh, why?" I asked, stunned by my mother's language.
"He's a real piece of crap." Mom said. "Your father just loved him when he was young. Helped him out financially, even when we really couldn't afford it. But that man is really a snake. He fucked me, you know."
"Whaaa..." I gasped, unable to believe what I had just heard... the word "fucked" as much as the content it represented.
"Yes. He'd been drinking, which your father seemed to overlook. Jonas was constantly making passes at me when your father wasn't looking. One time he just bent me over the table and fucked me-- oh, am I bothering you using the word 'fuck' in front of you?"
"Er, no Mom. I'm just surprised to hear you say it."
"Get used to it, honey. Anyway, the bastard fucked me. He fucked several other wives... and daughters... as well. I didn't tell Douglass about him taking me -- he probably wouldn't have believed me. But that was nothing, I didn't mind having a man fuck me, though it would've been hell if Douglass had caught us. But Elizabeth... that was different."
"What?" I almost yelled. "Oldeeds molested Elizabeth?" It was one of those moments where you just know what you're hearing is true. I knew in my soul from some unknown answer from the Universe that it was true. And it explained why Oldeeds had asked about Elizabeth earlier today, and why he might have continuing interest in her.
My mother sighed. "I don't know, Son." she said. "I don't know, not for sure. But Douglass took Elizabeth several times to Oldeeds' church for bible camps, and Oldeeds and Elizabeth spent time alone-- way too much time alone-- supposedly studying the Bible together. Douglass was so blind he'd never dream of it, but I knew something was wrong... a mother knows. Elizabeth was already sexually active, and that's just the kind of thing she'd do to throw religion back in our faces. But I don't know for sure. I guess it's better that I don't."
I was in shock with this information. I knew Elizabeth was wild, but being molested by a preacher, even willingly, was not something a growing, developing girl should have had to endure.
I noticed my mother studying me. "You've turned out well, though, Jerry." she said. "You're handsome, you have good friends in the city, and Melinda is a wonderful woman."
"Thank you, Mom." I said, but reeled in shock at her next words.
"Of course, Melinda is not your true soulmate." Mom said.
I guess my shock was obvious to Mom as she looked at me. "Yes, Son, I'm talking about Laura. The way you two looked at each other today was obvious to the world... well, to anyone paying attention..... yes, I could tell... who do you think you inherited your powers of observation from, hmmm?" I laughed nervously at that as Mom smiled defiantly.
Mom got up and stood over me. "I love you, Son." she said, then bent down to kiss me -- right on the mouth! I didn't move as Mom pressed her lips to mine for a long second. It was not the kiss of a mother... but of a lover.
"Come, Son, let's go help get dinner ready." I eagerly complied, not understanding what the heck was going on around me.
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Suddenly, I heard a door slam and Mum returning more quietly in our front door. What had happened?
Downstairs I found Mum slumped over the kitchen table weeping profusely. Standing beside her, I placed my arm round her shoulder and gave her a hug to console her. She turned and hugged in return with her face in the lower part of my tummy, frustratingly just above my crotch.
"Hey what's up Mum?" She continued sobbing and them,
"Oh Jerry, Dawn's upset with me and threw me out."
Eventually she calmed. Aware of movement in my groin, I lifted her to her feet and drew her to the living room to the couch and sat her down with me beside her.
Cuddling her round her shoulders again I pressed her to convey the problem to me. Slowly she found her tongue.
"I really can't say."
"Can't?"
"No Jerry I can't."
"Was she angry with you Mum?"
"Yes."
"What made her angry then?"
"Sorry, I can't go there Jerry." So I tried another route.
"Did you try to console her?"
"I did but she just pushed me away and told me to go. She slammed the door in my face after hauling me there and told me to never see her again."
Mum was definitely withholding from me.
"That must make you very upset and hurt." At that she lost some of the tension in her body as if it was a kind of release that hit the spot. We held each other very close for awhile in silence. She put her free arm round my waist, her head cradled against my neck, her breasts pressing against my chest, holding me as if to acknowledge her release. Inwardly I was wondering how the row could have started alongside enjoying her physical closeness and feeling a faint stirring below. Then I wondered?
"Did Dawn coming into the kitchen and seeing us have anything to do with it?" Mum unconsciously jolted in my arms but didn't reply. I had an intimation of what had happened at last and waited.
"You felt rejected by Dawn, Mum." A tighter hug followed.
"Sounds like a bit of jealousy to me." her body recognised my comment so I continued,
"I can understand her being jealous, but she's no reason to have she?"
"Only that you're my son, otherwise no."
"Shall I go and see her Mum?"
"Let her cool a bit before we do anything Jerry." I assented to that. We were still sitting very close when she gave a big squeeze with her enveloped body still in her dressing gown but the hem had slipped revealing her thighs up to her stocking tops. I found the sight of her covered thighs and beginning of her soft white flesh exhilarating. The effect was a sudden fullness in my cock and its unwitting rise. She didn't see my emerging hardon fortunately. Her pressure against me did have the effect of pushing her breasts against her open neckline of her gown, giving me a delightful exposure.
"She has to get used to your being around -- I'm not going to let her come between us whatever happens." I wasn't entirely sure what she meant but was beginning to lose my cool at that moment.
"I'm so glad you've come back to me Jerry." She was looking into my eyes when she moved her lips up to mine and ran her lips across mine, slowly in a very unmum like way. I reciprocated as we went into a kind of trance with our lips. Her mouth opened slightly and I let my tongue slip in the gap at the same time as running my hand down her back to her hips as I began to slide it over her buttocks. Realising my move I stalled my kiss. Mum backed off my lips and returned to my chest. She must have looked down for she noticed her cleavage but then glanced further down. Her reaction to the pyramid of my gown was instant. Shocked she withdrew with "Oh god Jerrywhat now? What have I done? What a bloody mess -- oh shit.
She tore herself away from me and ran upstairs to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. Creeping slowly upstairs I listened outside her door and could hear her crying and sobbing. I felt callous but could do nothing at that moment I was sure and retreated to my bedroom. I let my dressing gown fall open and casually stroked myself, letting my thoughts wander over the highly frustrating previous hours.
I decided to phone Janet, who could often get a bit sexual with me with phone sex, but she was out, fuck it. I decided to give Ruth a call. Bingo the phone rang, she was home, she lived alone and knew I was here for the funeral. But we had a thing going for us for over a year and she was as lewd and dirty as I was and always seemed willing to go there even on a Sunday morning. Very soon, I had her wanking with me over the phone about the whipping I had given her last week at her place whilst watching a particularly hard German video about a fifty year old woman getting a hard caning and anal fuck whilst tied. She was on the floor that day with her fingers in her cunt whilst we both watched the video and I beat her reddening arse with the whip we had bought together in a second hand shop.
I was voicing our highs from that occasion when she started to cum in a crescendo over the phone. Fortunately I hadn't the speaker on for at that moment I started cuming to letting her hear me at the same time when my bedroom door opened and Mum stepped in, still in her nightie with no gown on and in her stocking feet. In the moment before she saw me, she looked becalmed but then she looked in horror at the sight of me shooting my day or two's spunk all over my semi-naked body. Silently she fled back to her bedroom banging the door again. This time I could hear her screaming and wailing even more than earlier.
When Ruth came down from her high, I relayed what had happened, and was sure I heard a slight guffaw at the other end. We parted on intimate terms and promised to meet when I returned home. She was happy with the arrangement we had as she knew from the outset of my marriage, even though Janet didn't.
I decided to face Mum this time and rose, cleaned off my residue with a tissue, tied my gown and went to her door. She had quietened down somewhat. Slowly I opened her door. She had the wit to not lock her door, thank goodness.
She lay on her double bed on the sheet with no cover, still crying quietly. She looked askance when she saw me sit beside her but said nothing.
"I'm sorry Mum you weren't meant to witness that." At the same time I lay my hand and arm across her lower back on her silk nightie. It felt good doing that and she didn't attempt to deter me but let it happen. I slowly soothed her softness. She kept her eyes closed as if ashamed of what she'd seen.
"My fault Jerry for coming in without warning. It's just my bad luck to make things even worse than they are. Jerry could you close the curtains, I must still have a hangover, and it's so bright in here."
I closed the curtains as tight as I could and returned beside. She had turned over on her back, still in her nightie. The darkened room made it much more intimate and cool. Taking my hand again she placed it on her tummy as if for comfort. She asked me if it was Janet on the phone. I could honestly say no. She looked relieved for god's sake.
"Can I ask who it was then Jerry?"
"A friend I've known a year or so, Ruth actually."
"You haven't mentioned her before Jerry. She must be nice. Is she? What's she like?"
"About thirty, single and enjoys it, likes good fun and doesn't want to get involved -- at least that's what she tells me."
"I can see she likes fun Jerry. Oh I am sorry I intruded Jerry. I was just coming to make peace and have a cuddle that's all."
"You still can Mum."
"This is nice but could you stroke my tummy like you were doing my back."
"Sure Mum." I had forgotten I had been doing that earlier. As I started she looked so much more relaxed and closed her eyes again. She went silent on me as I moved my hand in circles round her navel. Her tummy was slightly plump from motherhood and woman years. I could see the outline of her breasts slightly flattened by her nightie and her years as well. Nevertheless, I felt a slight stirring down below. What a weekend so far.
Widening my hand circle, I came into contact with her suspender belt. A note of caution or another awakening on my part, let alone her. She was saying nothing, but I could tell she wasn't going to stop me so far. About ten minutes passed. I noticed her thighs and legs relaxing from their earlier tension. Her nightie was around her suspenders and were on show. Ruth you just took the first flush, I'm feeling horny again.
"Jerry, that's lovely darling, don't stop, it's just what I need."
"I won't stop Mum, as long as you like what I'm doing."
She settled further down the pillow so her head was more aligned with her body. In doing so she had let the nightie ride up further, showing her white flesh above those stockings. She must know she's having a sexy show for me.
Continuing my circular movements I slowly moved to a wider circle taking in her lower chest just below her lovely tits and just above her hairy mound. She visibly relaxed even further. She seemed to be encouraging me to continue. I was so glad she asked me to shut the curtains. I had never been this intimate with her in my life and I wasn't sure where this would end, though I could imagine it.
I started to concentrate on her lower waist just above her hairs and well below where I had started. She started to reciprocate my movements with her own. It was if this care had never happened before. I decided to go for broke. Lifting her nightie above her hairs, I ran my hand round her mound very slowly and softly. She let out a great sigh but I couldn't hear any word. I was glad I was on her right side as, being left handed, I could be more dextrous and responsive to her. I slithered my hand in her hairs in small circles, gradually descending to her still closed slit.
With her still silent, I slipped my finger into and along her cunt between her oh so wet labia and found myself where she wanted me to be, I was sure. Concentrating on her wetness I ran my fingers, now two along the crevice as I took in her vagina, and up to her surprisingly large clit where I concentrated my attention in between short hops lower down. But always back to her clit, where it was obvious she wanted me to be.
She responded by widening and lifting her thighs now with her knees bent. I loved the sight of those stockings and suspenders holding them up. Fucking gorgeous. I decided to definitely put my own needs aside as I increased the tempo on her clit. I could feel her building up to her high, but then I would slide back down to take off the pressure but then return. I was now getting on this side of cruelty in stemming her inevitable need so I decided to go for it and returned to that swollen nub more directly by running my fingers along the sides rapidly.
At that moment she let out a pent up scream. Lifting her hips to prevent me escaping I helped let loose her cum, an unrelenting cum that seemed like weeks of frustration suddenly let go.
She collapsed but lifted her arms to envelop me in obvious gratitude.
Where do we go from here? I wondered.
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I was in my father's study that morning, looking over all the paperwork. I also want to see what to keep and what to dispose. I had pulled out one of the drawers on his desk to empty it of the final bits of scattered debris, loose paperclips, post it notes, the odd change scattered here and there, and even a few odd looking nuts and bolts that were certainly out of place. When I did that, I discovered something that I might otherwise have missed.
There's an envelope or something that's stuck to the bottom of the drawer. I held it up looking. It wasn't just stuck; it was very carefully taped and sealed to the bottom of the desk drawer. I began prying the tape off, peeling it away from the drawer, now curious as to what it might possibly contain. I was actually excited as opposed to being apprehensive or nervous about it as I finally tore it away, and then fought with the clasp, eventually opening it. I reached inside, drawing out what appeared to be a rather large handful of photographs, most of which were actually black and whites. And then my jaw dropped.
They were nude photos of my parents. There were some tamer photos of the mom posing alone, cupping her breasts and smiling at the camera. There was one of the two in which she had her ass and cunt towards the camera, looking back over her shoulder, winking. However, there were some hot photos too. In one of the photos dad stood behind mom, fucking her doggy-style. They looked very young and energetic. In another Mom and dad were in a sexy looking "69" going down on one another. What I saw was sexy, beautiful, hot and erotic as hell. The big question for me was who captured this on camera? Whoever had developed this? I put them back in the drawer as I heard a knock on the door.
It was Mom. "Can I come in?" she said.
"Sure." I replied. It was obvious that she wanted to talk.
She was wearing black but it was the only sign of anything somber in her. She looked happy, refreshed as she greeted me brightly with a warm kiss to the mouth.
"I... I wanted to talk about last night." Mom said. "Are... you all right with what happened, Son?" She sounded apprehensive, but hopeful at the same time.
"Well, Mom," I began, faltered and paused, then continued, "I have to admit: it was weird. I'd never thought of you in sexual terms, I'm not sure what to make of it."
"I understand." Mom said. She looked down at her feet for a few minutes, wiggling her pretty toes under the strap of the high heels slides she was wearing. "I should apologize-- it was selfish of me. I did what I wanted, and at your expense. And--"
"No, Mom." I interrupted. "Don't apologize. I don't regret it. And if it made you happy, then I'm happy. You deserved to do something for yourself...something selfish. If you don't regret it, I sure don't."
"You're sweet." Mom said, stroking my hair. Then she stood up and moved to straddle me. My mother eased herself down onto my lap, facing me. As I wrapped my arms around her back to hold her up, she bent down and kissed my mouth. I returned it, sliding my tongue forcefully into her mouth, probing, tasting her as a woman.
My mother and I made out for several long minutes. My cock was definitely getting hard again, and judging by my mother's squirming, she was getting hot as well. Wordlessly, I helped her to stand up, and then I took her hand and led her to the sofa lined against the wall on the far side from the desk. I eased Mom down onto her back, not bothering to undress her, but just hitching up her skirt and sliding her panties off. I let her open my pants, and then I pushed them and my underwear down my thighs, freeing my cock.
I eased down between my mother's spread legs, mounting her, and guided my cock to her cunthole. "Ungghhh."
That little grunt. I shoved quickly in and back, rocking her forward but keeping the head of my cock just inside her ass.
"Ungghhh."
The heat of her wet twat enveloped me as I began pumping my ass up and down, fucking my mother with deep, steady strokes.
I fucked her. I fucked my mother.
I fucked her as a woman, not as a my mother. I felt the pleasure of her womanhood clutching me as I churned her cunt into a creamy lather. I fucked her selfishly, purely for my pleasure, driving into her relentlessly for the sake of the ecstasy of my own cock. Mom began coming again, spasms rocking her then rocking her again before she scarcely had time to catch her breath.
Mom's entire body seemed to burn with desire and need. We both began to sweat, the steamy, humid sweat that only lovers in the throes of passion can produce. Our bodies slapped noisily together, the sweat lubricating our skin, allowing a delicious friction to build as our bodies slid back and forth.
"Oh God, yes, Jerry! I love you, sweetheart!" Mom crooned as she arched her back, her heels digging into my ass cheeks as her first orgasm began to swell inside her. "Fuck me, son. Fuck me lover, Fuck all the bad stuff away, make me feel loved!"
And I did, we slammed into each other with feverish delight, making hot, passionate love and our pleasure was somehow increased with the knowledge that the world was forever changing, about to close one door and open another that would end with us being openly and forever more than mother and son, but husband and wife in every way that mattered!
"You are loved, Mom - I will love you forever! You are my life, my soul, my mother and my wife," I gasped as I thrust deeply into my mother's womb.
Mom writhed underneath me, her eyes wild and hot with the understanding and love that came with my words. "I - oh God, I love you, Jerry! Fuck me, son! Fuck Mommy hard - show me how much you love me! Don't - oh YESSSSSS! Don't STOP LOVING ME, Jerryyy!"
Mom's luscious thighs squeezed me tight, trying to lock my cock deep in her womb while her arms wrapped around my back. Mom lifted her head and kissed me hard, her tongue seeking out mine while her cunt muscles milked my aching cock, demanding my seed. Her body strained against mine as we kissed, her moans of orgasm building against my mouth until she flung her head back and screamed, "I LOVE YOU, MAKING ME CCU-CUMMMMM! LOVE YOU, SONNNNN!"
I could hold out no longer and pressed myself hard, trying to get a little deeper into Mom's holy womb and then I bellowed, "I LOVE YOU, MOMMMM!" as I began to cum, flooding Mom's womb with thick jets of hot semen. We were one at that moment and I could barely stand the intense pleasure of emptying my seed in the sweet, warmth of Mom's pussy.
After our love making, Mom reached out for me and I put my hand in hers. "Time for a shower" She said and led me to the bathroom.
Once inside, she let go of my hand and started to get ready for the shower. She turned on the water and then got some towels stacked up. Mom then sat down on the toilet. I was about to leave the room when she said, "Come on now dear. You've seen a woman go the bathroom before haven't you? You're my lover now so we don't have any secrets." So I stood there as she peed.
When she was finished, she stood up and went to the sink. I had to pee so I stepped up and started to let it go. I looked at mom. She was standing there looking at my cock and watching me pee. "I have always liked to watch that. It turns me on." Mom reached out and gently put her hand around my cock. "I find this very exciting."
"So do I Mom. Your hand feels incredible."
When I was finished, we both stepped into the shower. Mom took the soap and started to work around my cock. I took the soap from her and started to wash her tits. We smiled at each other and enjoyed the sensual feeling of soapy hands on skin. Eventually, we completely washed the each other. I paid particular attention to her pussy. Mom made sure my cock was nice and clean. After the shower, we each took a towel and dried off the other person. It was incredible and so sensual.
Mom had her hair to do so I went to the kitchen to start breakfast. I was nearly ready when mom came in. I didn't turn to look at her as I was finishing cooking the eggs. Mom stood and talked to me. Then I finally looked at her, I nearly dropped the plate I was holding. Mom was only in her panties and bra. "You had better get used to seeing me like this. I don't plan to wear much else from now on when we're home."
All I could do was take a big gulp.
We sat and ate. Mom said to me, "Sweetheart, I want to make you a promise. I will do anything you want. I've done most things before but I'm still willing to learn. I want to please you in every way. So from now on, I will only wear panties and bra around here. I know how you like that soooooo much. I like it too. I like seeing how you stare at me. So my dear, you can touch me any time you feel like it. You can make love me any time also. I want to please you."
"I don't know what to say mom. This is all very new."
"Do you remember how you felt years ago when you mostly could only look and not touch?" I nodded at her. "Well now you can touch. I'm yours from now on."
Mom got up to get the coffee pot. She stood beside me as she poured it into our cups. My eyes were level with her tits. I thought, "What the hell!!!!" I put my hand between her legs at her knees. I then ran it upward. Mom didn't move. As my hand got higher, she opened her legs and let my fingers go where they wanted. Soon I was touching her panty covered pussy. Mom put the coffee pot down and leaned over a bit. This opened up her crotch a little so I could rub her pussy more easily.
Her panties got wet. "God that feels so good. I've wanted your fingers there for so long." I hooked my finger inside the leg opening of her panties and then touched her pussy lips. They were hot and wet. My finger easily parted the lips and slid between them. Mom started to rock her hips as my fingers slid along her pussy.
My cock was growing hard. Soon I put my other hand in my lap. Without thinking about it, I was gently rubbing it. This went on for several minutes.
"Take me honey. I need to feel your cock in me again." I didn't need to be asked twice so I stood up and got behind mom. I pushed her panties down just below her ass then lowered my pants also. Mom leaned over more and I touched my cock to her hot pussy.
I slid my cock along her pussy lips. I did this a few times before mom reached between her legs. She grabbed my cock and aimed it at her hole. I pushed in and her pussy swallowed half my cock. I pulled out then pushed back in. This time I was completely in her. My cock told me to go fast and hard. I started to drive into her. I reached around and grabbed her bra covered tits. I started to pull her backward to meet my thrusts by pulling on her tits. Mom let out an, "Oh my god. That feels incredible."
I took this as a sign to go faster and harder. So I was pumping mom with everything I could. We were driving so hard, the table was moving across the floor.
I don't think we lasted more than 3 minutes before we both erupted in our orgasms. Mom let out a little scream and then I shot into her pussy.
As we settled down, I did not pull out. I needed to sit down again though. I just pulled mom with me. My cock was still semi hard and buried in her pussy. As we sat there, I still had her tits in my hands. So I gently squeezed them and played with her nipples.
"My God Jerry. This is better than I thought it would be. You are incredible. What a lover you are. I don't know how much of this I can take but I'm willing to find out." We both laughed. Mom half turned toward me and kissed me on the lips.
So that was how our day started. Mom didn't get dressed all day long. She did put on several different pairs of panties though because my cum kept soaking them. That night, we fucked ourselves to sleep. The next morning we fucked ourselves awake.
We did have to go to the store that day. It was raining so mom wore her long raincoat out to the car. When she got inside, she opened the coat. She was naked underneath. We laughed. "Are you going in the store dressed like that?" I asked her.
"You bet. This won't be the first time I've done it. It feels so naughty and wicked. I love it."
For the rest of the day, the two of us fucked like young lovers. I don't know where either of us got the energy or stamina.
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Wet Wet Pillow Talk
I was a late bloomer, and did not hit puberty until I was sixteen. But when I did hit puberty, people had to watch out. Between my sixteenth and seventeenth birthday, I became big and strong. By the time I was twenty I was quiet a hunk. By then I came to learn some secrets about my family. Let me tell you about some of them.
I was taking a shortcut home through some backyards when I first spotted my father going into the rear door of a divorcee neighbor's house. Subsequent surveillance confirmed the old man's assignation. Repeated rendezvous were regular things, timed to mom's open house days. I caught my younger Sister with her boyfriend's pants down, when I came home unexpectedly, the folks being out late to a party. The recreation room was the farcical scene of much scrambling and garbled explanations, but I did get that she was on birth-control and that she was no virgin by that time. I managed not to laugh out loud until I was in my room.
Last but not the least was the fact that my mother name ed Janice smoked secretly. One day when mom thought she was alone I came home early. She hadn't heard me pull up, as I could see her through the double glass doors looking over the backyard. My mom is a house wife, and looks very beautiful when she wants to. Her figure is neither slim nor plump. I have always thought my mom was pretty, but not in a sexual way.
She had on a yellow tailored suit, that showed off her handsome figure. The front had a low cut bodice which provided a bit of cleavage. To my amazement, stopping me dead in my tracks, she pulls out a cigarette from between her tits and a pack of matches from a pocket and lights up! DAMN! Mom smokes! I made a quiet retreat and drove around the area killing some time before, returning.
I do love to puff too! It's not that I'm addicted. On the few occasions that I get that chance of sylvan solitude, I have a Rum Crook. A rare treat, Rum Crooks are smaller cigars that have been soaked in rum. They are mild and sweet tasting, hard to find and so delicious! But my real secret was reading incest theme porno novels. My favorite authors were Grace Wilkinson, Jon Reskin, and Kathy Andrews.
Things were going the way they were but one day I saw something that changed my views about my mother altogether. I figured that I was the only one who would be home for at least a couple of more hours. I went to my room and began to change my dress when I heard a thud upstairs, which of course would be my mom's room. Of course the first thing that went through my mind was a burglar had broken in and was stealing mom's jewelry. I grab my baseball bat which was leaning in the corner and quietly went out of my room and to the stairs. Once upstairs I walked to my mom's door which was slightly opened. I wanted to peek in first to make sure the burglar did not have a gun, something a bat just would not be a match for. What I saw shocked me completely.
Mom was inside the room and was standing at the foot of the of the bed, with her back turned to me. The sheets and quilt were off the bed, and mom was bending over to pick up a box which she had dropped on the floor when she had pulled the new clean sheets out of the closest. But what shocked me was the fact that mom was completely naked except for only a pair of bright ankle high socks. I knew that I should have turned, that seeing my mom's naked ass was wrong, but I could not tear my eyes away from what I thought was a flawless and sexy ass. I could even see mom's thick pussy lips peeking at me between her thighs.
Mom straightened up and turned towards her dresser which fortunatly for me had her right side now facing me. She walked over to the dresser and I could see her breasts jiggle from her movement and it just sent shudders through me and made my dick throb inside my pants. I saw her bare ass cheeks sway in a sexual manner and I felt my heart beating so hard I was sure it was going to burst from my chest. I could prefectly see her stomach, which had the slight roundness to it, and the side of her bare breast. Because they were so large they slightly hung down. I could also see her nipple which seemed to be hard and looked to be the size of a quarter. As I said before I had never looked at my mom in a sexual manner, but at this moment all I could think about was just how sexy she looked.
One time she walked fairly close to the door facing me, and I though she might come out and catch me. I quickly moved out of her sight. The whole scene was dancing down in my eyes and I failed to understand how sexy and seductive my mother is. I was fantasizing the whole episode on my bed to have a smooth jerk off.
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After a couple of months my sister went to study in Boston. Dad was spending more and more time away from home. Thus, the stage was set for exploiting my mother's emotional vulnerability, entering her body with my loving flesh. I had concluded by observation - listening actually, rather than viewing - that my parent's love life was nil, was no longer an active part of what was between them. Mother was effectively celibate. My father was getting his satisfaction elsewhere, if at all. He was not taking care of his spousal duties. This was the setting for my mother's seduction.
A lazy Tuesday morning, when my father was on a business trip, I decided to put my daring plan in action. I quietly moved from my room to sneak into room of my mom. She was lying still. I sliped into bed with her.
I am wearing only my jockey shorts. She has on a mid-length satin nightgown, that she wore the evening before, when we had been downstairs, reading in the living room. I don't know if she has panties on underneath, but I am betting she does not. That will make my seduction easier, if it is to succeed. I risk quite a lot on this venal venture, but I believe it is a calculated chance, to try to connect with my maternal parent in a carnal way. It is sinful, that which I, her son, seek to fulfill with my mother. But if she succumbs, it will be sweet for both of us. The percale cotton sheets are cool, as I slide in between them, to sidle up next to my mom.
I waited, with my elbow propping up my head, turned on my right side toward her. My prick was rock hard despite my nervousness. Mom yawned, and opened her eyes. When she saw me, she became alarmed and awoke instantly.
"Alex! What do you think you're doing here?"
"Don't freak-out mom, I have a favor to ask you."
"You don't have to climb in bed with me, to do that!"
"Well, that kind of has to do with the favor. Just listen and you'll understand. Please?"
"Okay, but make it quick, then I have to get up."
"It's like this. I have had plenty of experiences with girls, making out, and such . ."
"Uh-huh, I know you've dated quite a lot."
"Yes, but not so much lately, it's hard to meet gals, when everybody in graduate school is running in a different direction. My love life is rather paltry at the moment."
"Okay, but why are you in my bed?"
"I'm getting to that. I'm now twenty five, and I have never really had the experience of . . . to cuddle with a woman in bed. I get so lonely. I just want to see what it's like. Could we snuggle a little, please mom?"
"I'm your mother, I don't think that it would be such a good idea for us to do that."
"Remember how you taught me to dance?"
"This is different, Alex."
"And how you gave me back rubs, when I had scoliosis and I was in a back-brace for two years."
"Yes, but . ."
"Now days, I give you back rubs, and leg-rubs when you're tired, after a long day of housework."
"And that is much appreciated."
"Well, this is just like that stuff. It's a way to help me know what it's like, to hug and hold someone you love in bed. I just want to experience that for once, rather than having to clutch my pillow, and pretend it's a female. That's all I want. Is it so much to ask, for a few just a minutes? Then I'll get up and help you with the chores."
"Okay, for a few minutes, then I have a list of things you can do."
"Great mom! Thanks!" I scootched over and took her in my arms. Step one, done. Next the soothing strokes. I held mom, and she returned my hug, not awkwardly at all. It seemed quite natural. My hands on her back began to slide up and down the silky material of her gown. I stayed to just her back bone, and above the waist, not straying with my hands. I did certified that she had no bra on, underneath. I was sure of that however, since her breasts were pressing against my chest; I could feel the nipples, they were nice firm buttons.
"I'm sorry you get lonely at school. Do you have a crowd here in town that you hang around with, that you might date some of those girls?"
"Not yet. Don't you get lonely when dad's out of town on his trips?"
"Of course I do, but then he comes back, and we are together again."
"But you guys don't make love any more."
"That's private. What made you say that?"
"Well," My hands now commenced to roam slightly lower, to the top of her hips and then to her shoulders again, making a broad circuit. As I thought, no panties either. "I used to hear you and dad making love regularly. I haven't heard a thing since I got back. I didn't hear anything at Christmas time, either. Have you stopped doing it altogether?"
"Yeah, I remember having to chase you back to bed, when you were a Senior in High School, so we could get some privacy." You don't still listen at our door, do you?" Then she said, as an aside, not so much for my ears, as expressing her frustration, "Not that there is anything to hear, lately . ."
Naturally, since I was hugging her close, I heard that remark, made under her breath. I picked up on that, as I moved my left leg, which was higher, to between her legs. "So, you two aren't having relations, I didn't think so. Is dad having an affair?"
"What makes you think that?"
"Okay, are you?"
"Alex! No, I'm not having an affair!"
"Well, what about dad?"
Mom got a real sad look on her face and hugged me tighter. "I . . I don't think so, but sometimes . ." She was about in tears, "I sometimes wonder if he is messing around with a secretary. I don't mean his own, I trust her, she's married with three kids. But some of the younger ones I've seen, when I went into his office in the city . . . they are awfully attractive . . . and I'm just an old . ." Now she was crying, "an old cow!"
I held her and began to kiss her cheeks. "No you aren't, you're very beautiful, you still have lots of sex appeal, mom. You are not an old cow." I was kissing her forehead, her cheeks, then her ears, then her eyelids, then her mouth. "I think you are very hot, I love holding your gorgeous body. You are still a very attractive woman."
""No, I'm not." But the weeping had nearly stopped.
"I think you are. This is proof." I pushed my erection into her abdomen.
She laughed (thank God!) and backed away slightly. "You can't fool me, that's your piss woodie. Now let's get up."
"No it's not. You gave that stiffy to me, I love the feel of your body next to mine."
"Alex, don't."
"It's true mom. I think your breasts are very pretty."
"When did you see my bosom?"
"The other day, when you were changing, I started to come in, but I saw what you were doing, and I backed out. But I got to see them." A lie.
"I didn't see you."
"Your back was to the door, I saw in the mirror."
"You liked them? They sag."
"Just a little, the nipples were very attractive."
"They're brown and wrinkled and plain."
"If I could see them right now, I'd kiss them!"
"I . . couldn't let you do that."
"But I already saw them, they are very pretty."
"I mean, I couldn't let you kiss them."
"Let me look at one." I pulled nightie's front down and to one side. The right one was half out, with that bold tug.
She let it peak out, the nipple was the oval one. I remembered it, from when I had barged in on her naked, one time when I was eight. I put a hand on the underside of that peak-a-boob and pushed it to pop out. I bent my head down to her bust, and kissed the ruddy cap in the middle. Then I gave it a little tiny suckle too.
"OH! God, Alex! Don't! I'm your mother. You mustn't, we can't . ."
"I love you mom. I want you to know how beautiful you really are. It's not wrong for a boy to suckle his mommy's teat, that's what they were made for."
"You're not a little boy anymore, and they don't give milk anymore, and you had better not do that anymore." But, she didn't put it back in!
"No I'm not young anymore, but you are still gorgeous, and that's what they were made for too. Didn't it feel good? If they have been neglected, I would be happy to show them they are appreciated."
"It's so naughty for you to do that."
I leaned down once more, and this time spent more than a minute tonguing and sucking the ruddy oval of her tit. "It's so nice to do it, though!"
"Yess, it is!" Step two! Now to raise the stakes, and see if I could get to third. Step by step!
"Mom," I began to run my hands on her rear, caressing the buns, and touching the crack through the thin material. I think you've seen the sort of books I have under the mattress.?"
"Umm, Dirty books."
"Yes," My hands were now feeling her breasts, one in - one out. My dick was definitely making contact with her bush area. She wasn't pulling away, either. "The dirty books are about something, one thing, they all have in common."
"Incest . . ."
"Yes," my hands are slipping inside her nightgown and reaching for both knockers at the same time. "about sons and mothers. I have a desire to love you mom."
"I know." She has to feel my dick at her loins. I kissed her lips and begin to French her. Mom hesitates, then kisses me back. I lift her gown so that it goes over her head, with a little wiggling, we get it off and her naked. "You - you really have a lust for your mom?"
"Yes, I do." I take her hand and place it on my hard-on.
"It's big and hard, for me?"
"Yes, for you mom, I have one every morning, and at night too, just for you. Everyday, just for you."
"What are we going to do about that?"
I reach down and grab the waist band of my shorts and yank them down to my knees. Mother's hand clutches my rod, and begins to lightly stroke it. She knows how to handle that delicate instrument. I move my fingers down her torso to find the crinkly patch of her fur, and explore, seeking the divide and her lubrication. It is there, and wet. I dip my middle finger, draw up the oil, and find her clitoris.
"Ooh . . Yes, like that, do that!" She is now into our playing with each other's genitals, step three behind us, and I will move soon to my next target. I begin kissing her lips, and then my mouth travels to her full mammeries. I give due worship to both the oval, and the round tips, both are erect points. They are truly beautiful, they are so erotic. I then let my oral administrations work even lower. She is gasping, and she knows where her son is heading, to grant her cunnilingus, so long she has had to do without.
All she can whisper as my service to her pussy starts is, "Oh Honey, yes eat me, eat me nice!" I use my every trick, the variations of the lips, then tongue, then breathe - warm / cool, back to flicking tongue; again my lips suck her rosy pleasure nub all the way in and out and in. I am hardly able to get air, I am so plastered to her soaked crotch. However, I have a plan to stick by. I understand the physical mechanisms of my mother's body. I will trigger the event I want to happen, and then it there will be no stopping our consummation. We are already past the point of no return. Where she can think any rational thoughts, only absorb the love I poured upon her flesh. Her legs went wide and her welcome for her son was genuine.
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She surely suspected, when she awoke to find me in her bed, what I had in mind. Yet she didn't create an almighty fuss. She let my rationale be hers for our close contact, our intimate cuddling that was not so innocent snuggling, but rather a prelude to foreplay. Yet she went along with my obvious ploy. She could have objected more strenuously when I began to pry into my parent's sex life, but she provided details. She admitted her insecurities about my father's fidelity. She was reduced to tears in my arms. She admitted she knew what I read, incest fantasies about mother and son, that I masturbated thinking of her.
Did she have in mind, that maybe we would become lovers, if she let all that take place? Or was it subconscious? I was not sure of anything, but the outcome of our present passion. I was going to make love to my mother. I returned to a simple lapping at her clit, and that did the trick. Mom, gave a cry, her legs opened wider, her pelvis tilted, her hips heaved. "Yes, now, put it in, put it in now! I need it, I want you too, Honey. Take me, fuck me, fuck your mommy!!!" She was almost blubbering in her craziness to get screwed, then and there, by me; her son who was showing her how very much I loved her, and wanted her body.
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I rolled to be between her thighs, even as I kicked my jockeys completely off. I looked down, the sheet had fallen to the side, I saw her thick brown triangle of pubic hair, framing a red slit, and a dark cavity at the middle of it all. Her nub of a clit was sticking up like a pink teardrop pearl. I placed the head of my penis at the entrance of my mother's vagina, and pushed. I felt the bulb being engulfed by hot, wet tissue that offered no resistance. Her slick lubrication gave my penetration a smooth passage.
Once deeper in though, her muscles gripped the shaft, as if she could hug it internally with the walls of her womanhood. I slid all the way, not touching bottom, but so that my balls were mashed on her buns. I pulled half back, and thrust again, almost not believing I had gotten into the holy grail of incest. I watched the joining of our genitals, the grinding of our groins, the uniting of our loins. It was more graphic than any porno movie I had ever seen. But it was real. We were fucking, mom and I!
Her labia were clinging to my cock, as it pulled out, and then they disappeared as I stroked inward. She was moaning and saying, "So good, it's been so long, I love screwing! Oh God, baby, don't stop, make me cum! I'm going to cum big, don't stop!" I pounded away, the pleasure was beyond anything I had ever imagined. The simple few bangs of the only two girls I had previously made, had in no way neared the intensity of this wild ride on mom. It was not just the making love to a mature, experienced woman, it was the lust cum true of our fucking in incestuous passion. It went up to a whole other level, peaking, and then going even higher.
At last, as our bodies clapped together like a machine on overdrive speed, I was finally there, at my orgasm. I humped my prick into her pussy in lock mode, and flooded her chamber with a burst of creaming, I could not stop. Throb after throb, after pulsing throb, gushed from my jumping nuts out the hose of my boner, and into my mother's womb. We gasped ragged breaths, and sweat poured down our faces and bodies. She had soaked the sheets under her butt, with a great wet spot to mark where we had merged in sin. Her climax was right after mine, a long squeal, and clamping of legs around my waist, as her arms squeeze me hard as well.
But we didn't care what the consequences, at that moment. We had slaked our physical needs, that were pent-up for way too long a time. She was glad for her new lover. I was happy I had been able to give her the satisfaction she deserved. I was joyous that we had united finally, fantasy became the actual fact. I kissed her, and murmured sweet things to her, to reassure her that all was well. Then I turned her over, and pulled her hips to me. My dick once more was rising with the libido of the young man I was, in lust for the lady I loved, who knelt in submission before me.
Mom just laughed, as I entered her grotto again. "If I'd known that you had it this bad for me, Honey, you wouldn't have to have read so many of those dirty books of yours; we could have been doing this for years! Yes! Fuck me some more, I love you, I love your cock!!"
Our love making continued for hours but then we got exhasted. I fell asleep. When I woke again mom was not in sight. I went to my room for freshening myself up. After some time I heard aknock on my door. I opened it and mom stood in front of me.
"Lunch is ready," she said and she turned and walked away.
She was sitting at the table as I appeared. I pulled the chair and sat down. She had prepared a tray of roast beef. We ate in silence. Unable to restrain myself, I kept taking stolen looks in her direction. But she kept her head down, looking only at her plate. At last, I could not take it anymore. I tried to send private messages to Mom through meaningful glances but she was oblivious to every one. Not once did I receive an acknowledgement of any kind. Mom didn't flash me a secret smile or glance, or avert her eyes in sudden discomfort upon interpreting an uncomfortable signal. She was the same mother I had known every day of my life.
"Please talk to me mom," I said as I pushed plate away.
She remained quiet.
Encouraged by the fact that she still loved me as her son and that our secret will remain between us, I poured out my pent-up feelings that I held within me all this while.
"I love you so much, mom," I said softly. "I have loved you forever but my love for you have grown into something I could not comprehend myself."
She could not believe the words that had come out of my mouth. Words failed her as she clasped her hands to cover her ears. She shook her head, got up, left the table and went into her room, locking her door.
That night I paced around in my room, every nerve end in me taut and on ends. Dad's return the next day will be the end of everything. There was a light knock at the door. My mom came in and closed the door softly behind her. She was wearing her big terry-cloth robe and pajamas underneath. She looked very tired.
"We need to talk."
"Okay," I said, already knowing where this was going to lead.
Her voice was calm, almost sad. "This has to end. That's all there is to it."
"I'm pretty sure it's up to me when, and if, this ends." I wasn't feeling like I was on especially solid footing in that moment.
"No. It's up to me. It has always been up to me." Mom hugged her arms around herself. She was having a hard time looking at me directly.
I didn't know if I completely understood what she was saying. I all of the sudden felt like a child again--a child that was in way over his head.
"It's not that big of a deal, Mom. I'll take it down a notch, and as long as you play along everything can be good the way it is."
"If your father ever finds out..."
"There is no way he'll ever find out," I told her. "I'm not about to tell him and I know you won't." I could tell she was trying hard to not cry. "What if we make a deal?"
There was a small glimmer of hope in her eyes. "What is the deal?"
"Just one more time, then I'll leave you alone forever. I swear."
She looked at the floor and didn't move for a while. I stayed still as my heart thumped in my chest. It couldn't be over. Not yet.
"No," she whispered. "I can't let this happen again."
"Only one last time, Mom. That's all."
"What do you want to make me do?"
"Only stuff we've already done before. Nothing you don't want to do."
The words were out of my mouth before I could stop myself. I waited for the angry comeback that she never wanted to do any of it, but she didn't make her denial this time.
"This really will be the last time, Alex. One way or another. I don't know why I'm trusting you, but if you try me again after tonight you're going to face the consequences. Understand?"
I nodded and held my breath. She stared me in the eye for a good long time. I guess she was convinced that I wasn't bullshitting because she untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. Without me having to tell her, she took off her pajama bottoms and pulled down her panties. Mom then took off her top. She wasn't wearing a bra and just like that she was standing there totally naked. My cock went from zero to hard in 2.6 seconds.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked.
A thousand perverted things raced through my mind, but for some reason all I wanted to do right then was give her a hug. Maybe it was because of how sad she seemed. I just wanted her to not feel so bad about this anymore for some reason.
"Get in bed with me."
I scooted over and pulled the covers back. She tiptoed over and got into my bed. I put the blanket over her, and we settled in next to each other. Her warm, naked body against mine felt so good.
I couldn't keep myself from touching her. My hand caressed her lightly, roaming over her belly and thighs as she lay quietly. My touch ventured up and I ran my fingers over each of her soft breasts, lingering at her broad, sensitive nipples. They responded quickly and I felt my mother's body relax. Her eyes were closed, but I couldn't tell if she was taking in the sensations or if her mind was elsewhere.
My hand soon found its way down between her legs. Her scratchy whiskers had grown out so that they were curly little hairs that felt soft to touch. As one of my fingers tickled up and down her slit, she opened up her legs for me. That gave me a good feeling inside, along with an excited tingle up my back. I gently spread her lips apart and explored deeper. While my hand was at work on her pussy, I leaned over her and began sucking on a nipple.
I had only been at it a few seconds when I felt something strange. Mom's hand was on my head. Her fingers played through my hair as I suckled her tit. She pressed down some, pushing me against her large, pillowy breast. I assumed she wanted me to suck harder, and so I did. I thought I heard a small moaning sound coming from her, but it could have been my imagination. I played with her clit, kept sucking, and rubbed my hard dick against her side.
Mom's hand slid down to my back. It was the first time I was almost sure she was getting into it. How cool was that?
I forced myself to stop sucking her nipples, and moved my hand away from her very wet pussy. Her eyes snapped open and she seemed confused and maybe a little frustrated.
"My life has become a series of one humiliating embarrassment after another," she whispered more to herself than to me.
"I know you don't want to admit it, but your pussy is soaking wet and I can tell you're horny and excited." I let that sink in for a few moments. "You deserve to feel good."
I took her hand and placed it over her pussy. I pressed her hand into her warm softness. At first she didn't do anything and just let her hand lie there. After a minute, her fingers started to move. Hardly at all at first, then more and more. She was doing it. She was pleasuring herself because she wanted to and not because I was forcing her to do it. This was the most exciting thing yet.
Mom turned her shoulders a tiny bit, then lifted her chest up some, bringing her breasts toward my face. I knew exactly what she wanted.
"Do you want me to suck your tits while you play with yourself, Mom?"
She nodded ever so slightly.
"Tell me," I said in a nice way, not like it was an order.
She resisted for a few seconds, then gave in.
"Suck my tits, Alex. Suck my nipples for me while I masturbate."
I gladly did what she asked. Strangely, it felt different this time. I mean, her nipples felt the same in my mouth as I sucked them and ran my tongue all over them, but knowing that I was doing it as much for her pleasure as mine made it different...better.
"Does that feel good for you, Mom?"
"I shouldn't be doing this," she panted and kept right on playing with herself. "I shouldn't be masturbating my pussy in front of my son." She opened her legs more and slid two fingers into her hole. It wasn't like when I made her do it that time before. She was seriously fucking herself, and totally getting into it.
I went back to squeezing and sucking her boobs for her. The hand that Mom wasn't touching herself with groped around until it found my dick. She grabbed me and gripped it tight.
"You like my cock, don't you?"
"Yes," she breathed. The wet noises from down there got louder. "My baby has such a nice cock. It feels so good in Mommy's mouth." She began jerking me with one hand while banging her pussy with the other. "I like tasting your cum, and feeling it on my tits."
She wasn't holding anything back tonight. The floodgates had burst. I had wanted to believe all the things she was saying were true this whole time, but I wasn't completely sure until I heard her saying it without being threatened.
"I love you so much, Mom."
I didn't know why I blurted that out all of the sudden. I tried to remember how I was supposed to be mad at her for cheating, and for being a slut whore of a mother, but I couldn't be angry at her with everything that was going on.
"Put your cock in my mouth. Let Mommy suck your penis one last time."
I got up on my knees and shuffled over to where she could turn her head and take my dick between her lips. She sucked it, kissed it and licked it. I loved seeing her do this to me, and I could also look down the length of her naked body sprawled out on my bed and see her hand working over her pussy hard and fast. I didn't realize you could treat a delicate pussy as rough as that and have it still feel good. I guessed that she must know what she was doing.
Just as I was getting close, Mom stopped sucking.
"Jerk yourself off for me. Masturbate into my mouth." Her whole body was squirming and she was probably close to getting off too.
"You're so nasty," I moaned as I began beating off right in her face.
"So fucking nasty," she said before licking a drop of pre-cum from the head of my cock. "What does that make me? Tell me what I am, Alex."
I wasn't sure what she wanted me to say at first, then I got it.
"You're a slut, Mom."
"Yes."
"You're a horny fuck slut."
"I'm a slut for my baby's cock," she moaned as she thrashed around even harder on my bed.
"I shouldn't be doing this," she repeated.
"It's what whores do," I said, ready to blow, "I'm going to cum, Mom!"
"Right in my mouth, baby."
My balls clenched, and that funny feeling ran up my spine. I pointed the end of my cock at my Mom's open mouth, and let my cum squirt onto her outstretched tongue. Spurt after spurt shot out of my cum hole. Some of it landed on her lips and chin. I hadn't seen my mother look that happy in months. She didn't have to hide it this time.
"Uhh...uh...uh...mmmmm!" she grunted as all her muscled tightened up and her hand moved faster than ever down between her legs. Her hips came up off the mattress.
She was holding my load in her mouth, but when she started cumming she swallowed it down. Right a she did, her orgasm really took off.
Her legs shook, and she clenched her jaw tight to keep from screaming out. She moaned and groaned and bucked against her hand for about five or six seconds then all of the sudden went limp. Her body fell slack and the only sound was her breathing hard.
I stared at her in awe. I'd never seen anything like that before, and I knew I wouldn't ever forget it. Her body was shiny with a light coating of sweat, making her even more sexy than she already was. Her fingers continued to tickle up and down her swollen pussy lips. I wasn't sure what I should do, so I just knelt there with my dick in my hand and waited.
"Oh, God, why did I do that?"
It made me feel a little bad that she was regretting it so soon.
"It felt good though, didn't it?"
"Yes," she sighed. "I obviously can't deny that."
"And you really like sucking my dick and swallowing my stuff?"
She gave a little chuckle. "No comment," she said, then licked her lips.
"Want me to suck your boobs some more?" I was desperately trying to find a way to keep her in my bed with me.
Mom turned to me with a strange, hungry look in her eye.
"Since this is your last hurrah, how would you like to suck something else for me?"
"Like what?" My heart raced.
She bit her lip, like she was reconsidering and I got a little scared she was going to change her mind.
"How would you like to suck Mommy's cunt?"
It was like a bucket of ice water got dumped over my head. Not only was my mother asking me to lick her pussy, but she actually said the dirtiest word ever invented!
"I haven't had my cunt sucked in years. This might be my only chance." She must have noticed the big grin on my face. "You like hearing me talk like that, don't you?"
"I never thought that you even knew the word cunt," I told her honestly, "much less say it in front of me."
That got a giggle out of her. "Well, I figure at this point I've done a lot worse in front of you. What harm could one little word do?"
"So...you seriously want me to lick your, um...cunt?"
"Seriously." The tone of her voice let me know she meant it for real. I quickly got down between her legs, realizing that I had no idea what to do. "I'm going to spread my pussy lips open, and I want you to lick it up and down nice and soft at first." Problem solved.
As soon as I got comfortable, my mom parted her outer lips. Her smell was strong; probably because she just had an orgasm. It was all wet, and a darker shade of pink than it ever was before. I was so glad she came into my room before I turned off my lamp. My face was just inches from my mom's pussy--inches from her hot, wet cunt--and I could see everything clear as could be in the dim light.
"You've tasted mommy's pussy before," she said softly. "You're not scared, are you?"
"No," I answered right away. "I just wanted to look at it for a second."
"Take your time. When you're ready to start, remember slow and soft, okay?"
It was almost too much for my brain to handle. This was really going to happen. I was actually about to suck on my own mom's pussy. I thought about it a lot when I was jacking off, but I didn't think I would actually get to do it. God, she smelled good.
A thin dribble of nearly clear pussy juice was leaking out of her hole. I decided to start there.
I closed my eyes, leaned in, and stuck my tongue out. The instant it made contact with the warm flesh of my mother's most private place reality melted away. I was in another world. All that existed was the sensation of her.
Mom let out a small moan as I licked around her hole, making sure I went slow like she told me. Her flavor was more mild than I expected from the way it smelled. Her pussy tasted like nothing else. It wasn't sweet, or bitter. It just tasted like...Mom.
As I was licking she continued to hold her pussy lips open. She began moving a little, pushing herself against my tongue. I worked my way up to where her inside lips were. I licked them slowly, and kind of flicked them with my tongue some. She seemed to like that.
"Shit, that's good," she groaned. "Suck my pussy lips for me, honey."
I did as she instructed. I carefully took one between my lips and gave it a light suck. Another moan told me I was doing it the way she wanted. I pulled away slightly without letting go, tugging her delicate flesh before releasing. I sucked on the other one the same way.
"I can't believe my son is sucking my cunt right now," she said breathlessly. "Do you like it, Alex? Do you like eating Mommy's pussy?"
"It's awesome, Mom. I love it." I went right back to it.
"Suck my clit, baby." Her finger tapped the spot she wanted my mouth to be on. "Right here. Suck Mommy's cunt right here. Nice and easy."
I gave it a little kiss first, and heard Mom gasp. The hairs stood up on the back of my neck. I suddenly realized that I might be able to make her cum. It was more than I'd dreamed of to just see her do it for herself. I never dared think that she would let me get her off.
After another soft kiss, I gave it a lick. I was easily able to feel the hard little nub of her clit. I zeroed in on that and wrapped my lips around it, sucking gently. Mom must have turned her head and buried her face in my pillow because her long moan was muffled. The muscles of her legs tightened up and her thighs closed in against my ears. I was lost in heaven.
I thought I knew what it felt like to have power over her. I thought I knew what it meant to be in control. Now, with my mouth lovingly locked around my mother's most sensitive spot, I realized what it was to truly own someone.
I could make her moan for more with a quick kiss, make her catch her breath with a swirling lick, or make her squirm with a firm, well-placed suck. She was helpless. Completely at my mercy.
Even so, I had no desire to use this power against her. All feelings of anger and resentment were gone. I didn't want to hurt her, or make her suffer. I wanted to please her. I wanted to be the one to give her what she needed. It was all about her now, not me.
"That's it," she panted. "You're doing good. Suck and lick at the same time...yes, just like that. Oh, fuck, right there, Alex. You suck Mommy's pussy so good."
Hearing her saying all those dirty things, and telling me how good I was doing, made me want to do it even better. I never wanted anything as much as I wanted to make my mom cum right then.
Her hands moved away from her pussy lips. I took a peek and saw one slide up to her tits. She grabbed one of her boobs and squeezed it hard--harder than I ever had. She began pulling and twisting her nipple. Her other hand ended up on the back of my head once again. Like the other time, she lightly pressed my face more firmly against her pussy.
"Yes, just like that," she said in a raspy voice. "Keep going...a little faster...good...yes...suck my pussy, baby...suck mommy's cunt...make mommy cum...yes...make mommy's cunt cum..."
Mom was humping herself against my face. My jaw was hurting a little, and my tongue was starting to get tired, but I kept going as fast as I could. She was almost there.
"Oh, fuck, yes...eat me...eat my cunt, Alex...Oh, Alex...yes! Yes! Unnnnggggghhhh!"
She grabbed my head with both hands, and she shoved her cunt against my mouth. Everything was happening at once, and it was all a blur. I couldn't breathe, but I didn't stop sucking and licking her clit as her legs clamped tight around my head. I heard her scream into my pillow. If someone was out in the hallway they would have been able to hear it for sure.
Then just like that she was pushing my head away. Her whole body shivered, then it did it again. She covered over her clit like she was trying to protect it from me. I thought maybe I did something wrong. Then I heard her laugh breathlessly.
It sounded beautiful. A mix of pure happiness and satisfaction. For the moment, she didn't have a single care in the world. I felt strangely proud, knowing I gave her that feeling.
"Was that okay?" I asked selfishly.
"Give me a second, honey...whew..."
I waited. The coolness of her pussy juices drying on my cheeks was a nice sensation. I kissed the inside of one of her thighs.
"Mmmm...that was very okay." She tussled my hair. "My horny, young man." She uncovered her pussy and trailed her fingers up over her mound. "But I've got one more..."
"One more what?"
"I can feel it. One more orgasm in there that needs to come out." Her touch moved down to her saliva-drenched clit. "Put your finger in me."
I wasn't sure I heard her right. "But you said before that--"
"It's okay now, I want it. Find my hole with the tip of your finger, and then slide it inside my pussy."
I didn't have to be told a second time. I did as she asked. The opening to her vagina was wetter than ever. I circled around a few times, then pushed my index finger slowly inside. It felt weird, and amazing, and softer than anything else in the world. So perfectly warm, and wet.
Her cunt flexed and clutched around my finger. It startled me at first. I didn't know how strong a woman could grab onto something with her pussy like that. I right away thought about what it would be like to feel her do that to my dick.
While I was sliding my finger into her slick hole, she had begun playing with her clit again. It was like we were masturbating her pussy together.
"You can put two fingers in if you want," Mom said in that same seductive voice I'd heard her use with the stranger back when I first caught her.
I added a second finger and it felt like I was stretching out her hole when I did. It didn't seem to hurt her at all though. Just the opposite. She was moving her hips and kind of fucking my fingers back as I worked them in and out.
"Turn your hand around, honey."
It took me a second to figure out what she meant, then I rotated my hand so my palm was facing up.
"That's it," she said. "Now press your fingers up and keep moving in and out."
I pushed my finger up against the top of the inside of my mom's pussy. I never realized there were so many different parts and things down there on a woman. It was more complicated than I ever imagined, but I must have been doing it right because she began moving faster and letting out short little moans while she rubbed her clit harder.
"Fuck Mommy's pussy with your fingers." She was already getting close to cumming again. "You like that, Alex? You like having your fingers in my cunt? Fucking Mommy's pussy with your fingers? Oh, fuck, that's it right there...nngggghhhh!"
And just like that, she was wracked with another intense orgasm. She just about crushed my fingers, but I kept them buried in her hole as she thrashed around and fought not to scream out. I could feel a surge of wetness suddenly soaking my fingers and running down onto my bed.
"Holy shit, that felt good," Mom stammered. "We might both end up in therapy for the next ten years, but that cum was worth it." She chuckled to herself.
It was pretty great that she was able to make jokes about what we were doing. It had turned me on back when she was always mad at me for forcing her to do dirty things, but I realized that it was even hotter when she wanted to do nasty things voluntarily.
Her hand moved down to where my fingers were stuck inside her. She felt around where they entered her, then gently eased my hand back until my fingers came out of her.
"As good as it was, I can't do this all night. We have to finish it." She toyed with her swollen pussy lips enticingly right in front of my face. "I suppose you want to make yourself cum one more time before we're done?"
"Definitely."
"How do you want it?
I took a longing look at her pussy. "In there."
"Oh, honey, no." She didn't sound upset, but more like she was sorry about it. "You don't want to fuck me. It might seem like a good idea to you now, but you'll always regret it if you do. Trust me."
It was a long shot, but I had to at least give it a try.
"Okay, then how about your butt?"
"Oh." She smiled. "That we can do."
"Roll over," I said. When she turned onto her tummy it almost felt like I was back in charge again. A buzz of excitement went through me. Another jolt followed when I got a good look at my mom's ass being served up for my pleasure.
"How's that?" She lifted her hips and spread her butt cheeks apart with her hands.
"Perfect."
"I don't know why you'd want to cum looking at my flabby old butt."
"You've got a nice ass, Mom, and you know it." I was kneeling on the bed next to her, and reached down to grab a cheek in each hand. "I love it." I massaged my mom's full ass. She rested her head on my pillow and relaxed while I fondled her.
"Your father used to love it, too," she said wistfully. "I don't even think he notices it anymore."
"Did you ever let Dad fuck you in the ass?" The question just popped out.
Mom chuckled. "Are we playing truth or dare now?"
"Sorry."
"Well, it's not like I have any dignity left to protect, so I might as well be honest. Yes, your mother takes it in the ass on occasion."
By this time I was jacking off with one hand and feeling her butt with the other.
"Do you like it, Mom? You like getting fucked up the ass?"
"When everything is just right, it can feel really good. There's something very naughty about having a cock back there that makes it special."
"You're such a fucking slut."
"I can be," she agreed with a sly smile.
I pushed the end of my cock head right up against her butthole. It was tight but tempting. I pulled and rubbed my cock overher anus. The second I made contact I started gushing spunk all over it.
"Oh, fuck, Mom! Holy fucking fuck!"
She giggled into my pillow as I milked that last of my jizz out onto her rear end.
"Put your finger in there," she said as the spasms were still going through me.
"Are you kidding right now?"
"I have to cum again," she said urgently. "Stick one of your fingers in my asshole."
Mom's gooey butthole was so slick with my spunk that my finger went in easy. As soon as it did she moaned a happy moan and started fingering herself again.
"Fuck my ass, honey. Go ahead. Finger fuck Mommy's asshole."
I pumped my finger in and out. It was even tighter than her pussy, and her asshole muscle gripped my finger hard as I fucked her.
"This is so wrong," she said half into my pillow. "I shouldn't be doing this with you, Alex. I'm the worst slut mother...God, that feels good...my son's finger is in my asshole...I'm going to cum...oh, fucking hell am I going cum!"
Her fingers were going wild on her pussy, and my finger was making loud squelching sounds as I jammed it deeper into Mom's ass. Her butt was going every which way as she brought herself to another orgasm--or maybe it was more than one, because she was practically flipping out for three times as long as before.
When she finally stopped thrashing around, she started laughing again. It was such a good laugh.
"Mmm...don't take your finger out yet, honey. Give me a minute."
I stayed where I was, with my finger in up her butthole and my cum smeared all over her ass crack. She was fiddling lightly with her pussy still, and every few seconds she would clench her ass around my finger.
"I'm sorry," she said after a while. "That was too weird, wasn't it? I shouldn't have asked you to do that."
"It was pretty crazy," I agreed, "but I liked it."
"You like playing with your mommy's asshole?" She laughed that playfully seductive laugh once more. "We make quite the kinky pair, don't we?"
She reached around, patted my hand, then took hold of my wrist and slowly drew my finger out of her ass. I was happy to see it was perfectly clean, except for a thin coating of my cum.
I lay down next to my mom. Neither one of us said anything for a long while. It was nice just to have her there beside me. I thought about how angry I was with her before and felt shitty about it all. She was lonely and horny. It wasn't all her fault that she was looking for a little excitement that Dad wasn't giving her. What she did with that guy was stupid, but at least I could understand why she did it.
"Do you hate me?" I asked in a small voice, afraid of what her answer might be.
"You're my son. I'll love you no matter what, Alex." She put her hand tenderly on my chest. "I was more angry with you than I'd ever been in my life at first, but I know it had to be difficult for you to deal with walking in on me and seeing your own mother acting like a shameless whore." She kissed my shoulder. "We both made mistakes."
"I'm sort of glad we did."
I wanted to hear her say the same thing back to me, but instead she just gave my chest a loving pat. Her thumb played casually over my nipple, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
"You know, Mom, we don't have to stop if you don't want."
"Haven't you had enough for one night?" she teased.
"No, I mean you can keep coming to my room at night and I can make you feel good when you want. That way you don't have to go find strangers to do it with."
"If there's one thing I can promise, it's that my stranger days are over." She snuggled a little closer to me. "I appreciate that you want to be there for me, but it can't happen, Alex. Even if I wanted to, we would eventually get caught. You may not see it now, but it would ruin your life. It would ruin everything if it happened that way."
"But I know you like it, and it feels good for you, doesn't it?"
"This has to be the end of it, sweetheart. It doesn't matter that it feels good. It's bad on so many levels. Satisfying my sexual needs isn't your responsibility, and it never should be. Stopping now while we can is the best thing for both of us. Trust me, sweetheart."
I was afraid to say anything else because I didn't want her to know that I was getting choked up over this. I didn't want to look stupid in front of her and start crying like a baby.
"Everything will be fine," she whispered. "You'll see."
I listened to her getting her things on in the dark and tried to ignore the empty feeling that was growing inside me.
"Goodnight, Alex." She came to the side of my bed, leaned down and gave me a kiss on the lips. I could smell my own cum on her breath. I made a desperate grab for her breasts. Mom stayed where she was and let me squeeze and feel them through her robe. "You understand that this is it, right? No more fooling around between us." She kissed my forehead. "For our own good, yes?"
"Yes," I managed weakly.
"Tomorrow we're back to normal, like none of this ever happened."
She stood and headed for the door.
"I love you, Alex."
"Love you, too, Mom. I really do."
And with that she was gone.
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Watching `Taboo'
I recently got hold of a book titled 'Taboo: Sacred, Don't Touch', written by Kay Taylor Parker. According to her the book is an "Autobiographical Journey spanning Six Thousand Years". For many people Kay Taylor Parker is the name of a metaphysical counselor but those who knew her since long know that she was once the first lady of fuck films. She was famous for her role of the incestuous mother Barbara Scott; in the 1980 porno film 'Taboo'. She was known for her very large breasts. Many of her devoted fans also greatly admired her significant amount of dark pubic hair.
In her book she wrote about her early childhood, her career in the adult industry, and her experiences with the metaphysical. Parker's path of personal healing took her deeply into past life regression and, in the process; she discovered many answers and revelations about the dynamics of human evolution and the collective journey upon which we are all embarked. Kay shares openly about integrating sexuality and spirituality and releasing her shame and the exploration of the "bigger picture" of her lives' experiences. In one of the chapters of book, (The Princess's Tears) she writes,
'I have incarnated 182 times since my arrival on Earth in ancient Atlantis. Less than a third of those lifetimes have been male, perhaps indicating a required emphasis on the female experience as an integral part of my overall mission. With this in mind, it is not surprising therefore that a conspicuous theme has shown up time and again throughout my female experiences where I was forced to "power down" and stifle my God-given talents and abilities.
Whether I found myself as wife, mother, sister, lover, or consort, all parts were dictated to by the social climate and the dominating patriarchal attitudes of the times. The only talents I was free to express were those supporting the men in my life. Consequently I remained subservient.'
For some this book is bullshit while for some it's a compelling read and powerfully invites re-reads. As far as I am concerned this book took me to my past when I first watched the movie 'Taboo'.
It was 1991 and I was eighteen. On a lazy Saturday afternoon my Mom had gone to a club meeting while my Dad and my elder brother Jeff had gone off fishing. Dad wanted to take me along but I had pretended to be sick so that I could get a good look at my brother's Adult VHS tapes that he kept under his bed. I was going to have a free afternoon of beautiful ladies getting fucked by huge cocks while stoking myself slowly to satisfaction. At that time we only had one VCR in the house and it was in the family room. As my Mom pulled out of the house I quickly made my way to my brother's room.
I pushed aside a pair of shoes and pulled out a worn wooden box that housed his collection of some Adult Video Cassettes and a few wrinkled Porno magazines. This was the mother load of sexual information for me. As I carefully lifted the cover, I noticed a new video sitting on top. The title of the video was "Taboo". My desire jumped at the thought of seeing some new pussy on screen.
I quickly made my way to the family room stopping only briefly to grab a towel and washcloth from the bathroom. I set the towel across the seat of the couch and placed the washcloth within arms reach. I inserted the cassette into VCR and turned the TV on. As the screen flicked I shed my clothes on the floor in front of the couch.
Taboo is really is a true classic... far surpassing the porno chic trilogy and other well-known classics as `Debbie Does Dallas'. `Taboo' provided it all... hot steamy sex, a beautiful and seductive leading lady Kay Parker, great dialogue, acting, and a memorable score but most of all it was one of the first adult movies to deal with the subject of incest for it's plot. Taboo became one of the biggest-selling adult movies and spawned a number of sequels, which involve other members of the same family in incestuous relationships. For the benefit of those who haven't yet watched this classic of porn, I hereby give a Plot summery.
As the film opens, Barbara Scott (Kay Parker) is performing oral sex on her husband Chris (Turk Lyon) in their bedroom with the lights out. Chris turns the lamp on so that he can watch her do it, and she stops to turn it off again, and then resumes. They have an argument about having sex with the lights on or off, and Chris eventually does have sex with her, but she's clearly not happy about doing it with the lights on. After she comes back from cleaning up in the bathroom, she finds him getting dressed and packing a bag. He informs her that he's had enough with her repressed behavior. Barbara guesses that he's really leaving her and their son Paul to shack up with his much younger secretary.
In the morning, Barbara explains to her son Paul (Mike Ranger) that his father has gone from their lives. While Paul thinks that his father will eventually come back, she tells him to forget it. When Paul was told that he has to choose one of his parents for future, Paul immediately chooses his mother, and offers to quit school and get a job. Barbara rejects the notion, and states that she'll get a job, since she's not "over the hill". Staring at her semi-exposed breasts, Paul agrees. She is embarrassed but thanks him for the compliment. It's clear that Paul is attracted to his mom but no sexual act happens due to the fact that he has a willing girlfriend.
Sometime later, Barbara steps into a phone booth to call her friend Gina (Juliet Anderson), who takes the call while still in bed with a pair of lovers, one male and one female. Barbara tells Gina about Chris leaving her, and Gina agrees to meet her later. After hanging up, Gina begins to make love to her lovers. Meanwhile, Barbara scans the want ads and checks out a store with a help wanted sign. She seems very depressed as she walks down a street.
Barbara meets Gina at a dockside restaurant and complains about her husband. Gina suggests that what Barbara needs is a new guy, and offers to find her one. Barbara declines, saying that she needs more time. But Gina insists, stating that she knows the perfect guy for Barbara. She then asks about the job hunting. Barbara isn't having much luck, due to her age. Gina then reminds Barbara about Jerry Morgan (Michael Morrison), an old friend of Barbara and Chris, who has an office not far from their home. She then asks, very suggestively, about Barbara's son.
Paul's girlfriend, Sherry quizzes Paul about historical facts, though he'd much rather make out, and starts kissing her thighs. After he answers all her questions correctly, Sherry rewards Paul by performing oral sex on him. A friend of theirs, Diane, walks in on them and admires Paul's erection before starting to leave. Sherry offers to share, and they both perform oral sex on Paul. In a magical dissolve, all three become naked. Paul wants to have sex with Sherry, but she tells him to do it with Diane first, as Diane has apparently never experienced orgasm.
Some time later, Barbara returns home and finds a pair of panties on the couch. She asks Paul about his choice of a parent and Paul confirms that he's decided staying with her. She's pleased by this, and tries to kiss him on the cheek, but Paul turns at the last moment so that they're kissing on the lips. The kiss is a rather passionate one, to Barbara's surprise. Paul repeats his offer to quit school, but Barbara reveals that she's found a job with Jerry, noting that she doesn't think he really needs the help.
The next day, Barbara is typing in Jerry's office, under his watchful supervision. She's obviously not very good at it. Gina calls to ask Barbara whether a man named Charlie called and whether Barbara will go out with him. Barbara answers yes to both questions, but she is concerned about Charlie's intentions. While Gina assures her that Charlie's a pussycat, Jerry interrupts to ask Barbara if she can take an important letter for him. But rather than dictate a letter, he begins to caress Barbara over her protests, while Gina listens over the phone and wonders what's going on. Barbara storms out of the office, only to come back and demand that she must be paid for her time before she quits. Jerry apologizes for his actions and confesses that he's always been very attracted to her. He begs her to reconsider quitting, and she agrees ... despite a rather crude joke from Jerry about how she'll get a pay cut for refusing his advances.
Gina, enormously aroused by the thought of her best friend being sexually assaulted, has her lovers perform oral sex on her, before doing so herself to her female lover. She then has her lovers have sex with each other, and then has her male lover have sex with her.
Paul and Sherry arrive at Paul's home, and Paul tells Sherry to wait while he sees if his mother is home. She waits, but masturbates while doing so. Barbara is in the shower, and Paul watches her from concealment, rubbing his erection through his jeans as he does. He continues to watch as she does her make-up and dresses, and then flees to the living room. When Barbara comes out, she announces that she has a date, and leaves Paul and Sherry to their own devices. Paul licks Sherry's breasts and fingers her vagina before performing oral sex on her.
Meanwhile, Barbara's date with Charlie has started poorly, as she clearly finds him repugnant. Gina has misinformed both of them about the other.
Sherry and Paul are performing oral sex on each other, and then have sex with each other. After the climax, she is surprised by his ardor, which is revealed to be due to his memories of his voyeurism on his mother. They begin to do it again.
Charlie has taken Barbara to a swinger's party, much to her consternation. She refuses to participate, and he finds another partner. Barbara observes a variety of sex acts, including a daisy chain, lesbianism, and a number of threesomes. Another man, whom she states is young enough to be her son, comes onto her, and she rejects his vigorous attentions. When its over, Charlie drives her home, and offers to take her out again. She tells him not to bother.
Despite her, Barbara fantasizes about what it would have been like to take part in the orgy, and becomes very aroused. Unable to find relief through masturbation, and discovering that she's out of sleeping pills, she gets up and wanders the hall in her nightgown. She passes Paul's room, hears him make a noise and looks in on him, but discovers that he's sleeping in the nude. While she turns to go, she starts to fantasize about the orgy again, and turns back to begin rubbing Paul's penis. She then performs oral sex on him. This wakes him up, and they have sex. The kid totally defiles his mother and she loves every moment of it.
The next day, Paul wakes up alone. He pulls on his jeans and heads out to the kitchen, where he finds a remorseful note from his mother who tells him that they'll talk about what happened that night. Paul doesn't seem bothered about any of this.
In contrast, Barbara is horribly upset, unable to work. Gina calls her, and Barbara tells her about the bad date with Charlie before hanging up. Jerry asks her what the matter is, and then offers to take the rest of the day off with her. They have a very nice date, taking in the sights of San Francisco.
When Jerry drives her home, he offers to come in with her, but Barbara declines. She does offer to have supper with her and Paul tomorrow. She goes in to find Paul waiting for her in her bed, asking why she's kept her lover waiting. Despite Barbara's half-hearted attempts to talk seriously about it, she is seduced into having sex with Paul again.
The next day, Gina is with her lovers when Barbara, in desperate need of advice, drops by for a visit. After some confused utterances, Barbara confesses that she's had sex with Paul. Gina finds this to be incredibly arousing, and rubs herself to an orgasm listening to Barbara's explanation. Finding Gina to be no help, Barbara leaves.
That night, Jerry was found swimming in the pool behind Barbara's house, when Barbara comes out to tell him that supper is ready. He makes another pass at her, which she declines on the grounds that Paul could be watching. The three of them have dinner together, and Jerry invites Paul and Barbara up to his cabin at Lake Tahoe. Paul declines and heads off in a bad mood, stating that he's lost his appetite. Jerry proceeds to literally carry Barbara off to the bedroom, and they perform oral sex on each other. Jerry proposes marriage, but Barbara asks him not to rush her. She intends to live her life for herself, and part of her life will be keeping him as a lover. But there's another part, and when he asks her about that, she just presses her finger to his lips and shushes him. (Implicitly, she's going to continue having sex with Paul as well)
I was nearing the end of the movie when I heard the crumble of gravel outside. Someone was coming home! I stopped the VCR, turned off the TV, jumped up, grabbed the towels, and grabbed my clothes and moved to my bedroom. I was cursing myself for not getting the cassette, but I did realize with some relief that I still had the remote control in my hand.
I tried to control my breathing as I heard the sounds of Mom coming through the front door. She sounded flustered as she threw her keys on coffee table and made her way to her room. I quickly slipped under the sheets of my bed just in case she would look in on me. Not a second too soon as my door slowly opened. Through half closed eyes I could see Mom stick her head in the door. I snorted and turned feigning sleep. She closed the door quietly.
Shortly I heard the sounds of water running for a bath. My heart rate had lowered enough to realize that I still needed to go get the cassette out of the VCR. I got up and put on my sweat pants and t-shirt. I slowly opened my door and peered down the hallway. Mom was obviously already in the bathroom. I could see that the steam that was escaping cracked the door.
I slowly walked down the hall but as I passed the bathroom I just happened to glance through the crack in the door. There I saw Mom standing totally nude getting ready to step into the bath. Mom was forty-two at the time. She had a housewife paunch and her skin was milky white. Her milk-white skin and freckles made her look like one of my classmates from school. She had black medium length curly hair, big mouth full of teeth and striking green eyes. Mom wasn't a beautiful woman by the standards of the porn stars but here was my first look at a living breathing naked woman and I naturally paused.
My first look was at her ample butt as she cautiously stepped into the hot water. As she raised her leg I could see a hint of her pussy lips. My cock suddenly jumped to attention. She turned in preparation to sit and I then saw her big tits with large round pink nipples. My eyes widened and quickly shoot to her hairy bush surrounding her pussy. My cock was pushing the fabric of my sweats to the limits. She slowly sat down in the tub and her lips parted in a deep sigh as she felt the heat engulf her body. Her head titled back and her breasts rose up as her black hair cascaded over her back.
I felt dizzy and confused. This was my Mom here but she was naked and she didn't know I could see. In other circumstance I could have walked away and avoided watching her but remember I saw Taboo a few minutes ago. It was the effect of that movie that kept me watching her. My mom didn't look like the woman that I had just watched; yet my cock was hard as a rock. Still watching Mom as she began to wash herself my hand instinctively went under my sweat pants and I began to stroke. I could see the beads of sweat on Mom's shoulders as her body adjusted to the heat of the bath.
She grabbed a washcloth and soap and began to wash herself. First she went over her shoulders. Then she cupped each boob and washed underneath. I was feeling so crazy and stroking my cock felt so good that I hadn't realized that my sweat pants were now around my ankles. As I watched her breath heavy and lift her legs up to wash I kicked my sweat pants completely off. I was stroking slowly but surely to orgasm. I didn't want it to go too fast.
My head was swimming with the vision of naked Mom as she washed. For a brief moment she moved a little forward and I lost most of her sight. Accidentally I leaned forward and stumbled though the cracked door. Mom looked up at me holding my rock hard cock with nothing but a t-shirt. Her eyes were shocked at first then angry.
"W-W-What are you doing???" she demanded.
"Ummm," was all I could muster!
Now there was no turning back. I continued to stroke my cock as now I had a better view of her naked body.
"W-w-what do you want???" she stammered as her face went flush. Her fearful eyes were glued to my cock.
"I...I want you to suck it," I said breathlessly. I took a few steps towards the tub. I was just above her head.
"No.... No!" she said shaking her head.
She brought her hand up and swatted my cock. It just bounced up harder. As she brought her hand up again she went to smack but her fingers grabbed hard onto my shaft. She pulled me forward.
Then suddenly her grip loosened. She began to stoke me. As she did her tits bounced up and down slowly. I could see her big pink nipples shrink and grow erect. I was about to pass out from the ecstasy. It was only a few moments, and I couldn't control myself. I felt the rising of my balls and I knew I would cum soon. Her stoking had become gentle yet fierce as if she knew that I was close.
My knees buckled as orgasm waved over me. My sperm shot out and as it did she tilted her head back. I shot my load all over her big beautiful tits. It seemed to come out forever in large globs that slid down her cleavage and on her now erect nipples. I let out a big moan as the last of my spunk came out. I lingered there in bliss for what seemed eternity.
"Rick," she said softly. "Go back to your room...we can never do this again. It is wrong...it is incest. Please go." She bowed her head, as she said it.
My eyes opened and I felt suddenly ashamed for what had happened I ran out of the bathroom and to my room. I quickly dressed and tried to get out the door. There was Mom blocking my way. Her face was flushed. Her bathrobe shut tight covered her body.
"Rick, what I just did was wrong," she said firmly, " I am going to have to tell your Dad what happened."
"What? What? No. No! Don't tell Dad! Please Mom!" I had tears streaming from my eyes.
"Ok, ok honey. I won't tell Dad. But you and I will never speak of this again. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mom, I understand."
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The next morning I came down into the kitchen last of everyone in the house. Mom and Dad were sitting around eating with my brother who was shoveling his eggs into his mouth because his friends were already outside waiting for him in the car. Soon he ran out kissing mom and dad both on the cheeks.
Mom just sat there drinking her coffee. Mom was in her bathrobe sitting right next to dad as he read the paper paying attention only to what he was reading. Her bathrobe was slightly parted so before she got up she tied the knot up front making sure her breasts were covered. It seemed like she didn't have a bra on for some reason. She got up and walked over to the kitchen counter to grab some cold cuts for me.
"What do you wanna eat darling"
She brought me back a couple of boiled eggs and some salami. I ate quickly because I slept in a little bit longer then usual. A few minutes later my dad wrapped the newspaper back together grabbed his coffee mug, picked his jacket and said goodbye. Mom walked him out and kissed him on the lips; it was just a quick smooch though.
She walked back inside the kitchen, this time her robe slightly parted. She didn't resemble Kay but her actions reminded me of Kay Parker from the 'Taboo', the incest movie I saw yesterday. You could clearly make out her cleavage. Mom took note of my attention.
"Are you alright?"
"er ... I'm fine," I mumbled,
"Then why are you ogling me"
"Sorry mom, it's just a stare"
"You are behaving as if I am wearing nothing?"
"Sorry mom, it's because of the movie I saw yesterday." I told her frankly.
"What movie? And what it has to do with your ogling me"
"To be honest mom, it's a porn movie."
"A porn movie in my house, how disgusting"
"It's a movie about a mom and her son"
"What, Incest! Oh my God"
"It was brought by Jeff." I tried to play innocent.
"Does it have real people...?" She asked after a brief pause.
"No no it's all actors, you can watch it yourself...."
"You mean now, No. No."
"Why not mom, the movie really is good"
"Not right now, no""
"Will you...will you watch it with me later"
"I guess I really want to see that one...what's the name of it"
"Well it's called 'Taboo' and there are many parts to it but the first part is the best. It's where..."
Mom cut me off before I could finish. "Well don't ruin it for me by telling me what happens. We'll watch it tonight after dinner okay" She just kissed me on the forehead.
Later that night we all had dinner together. Mom was wearing a revealing outfit. I and my brother couldn't keep our eyes off her amazing tits. I had a silly feeling that she was getting a kick out of us staring.
After we were finished eating I helped my mom wash the dishes and asked her where she wanted to watch our secret little movie. She said that we should meet in the basement by the couch and watch it after everyone went to sleep.
I took the VCR and walked quietly downstairs into the basement. A few minutes later I could hear the stairs creaking as my mom walked down after me, her high heel slippers click clacking all the way down to the cold carpet-less floor. I brought some popcorn and a two liter bottle of Pepsi out of the fridge and I fixed cups with ice for the both of us. Mom helped me stretch out the couch; it was one of those old couches that could turn into a bed.
I walked over by the stairs to get my Pepsi bottle.
"Don't walk on that cold floor barefoot Rick, put some slippers on." She whispered to me. She made me walk over to her and put her slippers on. I looked up the stars to make sure the door was closed and then walked up to lock it. Mom saw me do that but said nothing.
"Rick how long is this movie honey, you have school tomorrow. I hope it doesn't last to long."
"It's about an hour and a half but we don't have to watch the entire thing tonight, we can just finish it tomorrow if you want."
My mom yawned as she said "Yeah let's just watch half of it tonight."
I quickly popped the video cassette into the VCR.
The movie opens up with Kay Parker having sex with her husband in their bedroom. I could hear mom clearing her throat. I couldn't believe that I was watching a porno movie with my mother who was lying right next to me. I looked over to her and could tell she was starting to become sweaty.
The sex scene was getting rougher and steamier. The guy then decides to turn the light off, and Kay Parker turns it on. He shuts the light off again which upsets Kay Parker and she turns it on one more time. Then they stop having sex and get into an argument. My mom couldn't believe what was happening.
"Why are they fighting?"
"I guess they're having some marriage problems." I responded to my mom.
The couple went on to argue and they both started to dress up. The man yelled at his wife saying he couldn't take it anymore and that he'll be moving out and leaving her soon. He also said that their son would have to decide which parent he wants to live with.
Kay Parker sat down on the bed again her face very sad.
In the next scene she is making her son breakfast in the kitchen while telling her son what happened the previous night. She goes on to say to him that she wanted him to think really good about who he wanted to move in with. The boy's response was quick and he said he wanted to live with her rather then his father. He went on to say that he could quit school and get a job. This got a very angry reaction out of his mother who immediately protested and said that she would get a job adding:
"I'm not exactly over the hill you know!" She smiled at the camera as if she was looking at her son, the camera caught a part of her partly nude breasts and almost bare nipples. Her robe was parted and she could see that her son noticed this. He responded.
"Mmmm you're telling me. I got the best looking mom in town."
"Well thank you sonny boy." She answered him by tying up her robe with a smile on her face.
My mom decided to interrupt.
"Oh my God they're not going to do it, are they"
"Mom you said not to tell you what happens...I mean I could tell you if you really wanted to know..."
"No no don' tell me." I could see that mom was very interested in the movie.
About an hour into the film my cock felt like it was about to burst. One touch on the tip of my cockhead would have resulted in an orgasm.
Kay parker eventually goes out to look for a job. She finds work with some man and goes on a date with him. She has a fun time with him until he gets a little rough with her so she dumps him. She is then invited to go to some kind of a party, which she didn't know was a group sex kind of party. She walks around and notices people having sex. The camera starts shooting numerous people doing nasty things, women blowing men just before they enter other women, women kissing and going down on each other.
In one scene a man is having sex with this girl and he pulls out just before he starts to shoot his sperm and he finishes on her pussy and her tummy. He then inserts his penis back inside of her, his cockhead still dripping a mixture of semen and precum.
"See this is wrong right here, Rick you know not to ever do this right" My mom looked at me with concern.
I just nodded. "I know mom."
"And you must always use a condom let alone do what that man just did. See that's how a woman gets pregnant very easily. It doesn't matter that he pulled out and came outside of her there's still a risk of her getting pregnant even though it isn't that much sperm."
"Don't worry mom we learned this in health class."
"Who taught you this by the way?"
"Mrs. Kitchener"
"Oh that slut,"
"I like Mrs. Kitchener mom, she's really cool."
"Cool what is it that you like about her? You probably like the skimpy outfits she wears...which I think is totally inappropriate to wear in school."
If we were about to have this conversation I didn't want to let the movie keep rolling. I really wanted mom to see the mom son sex scene. I turned around and noticed that the movie had already made it up to that scene.
"Should I `pause' the movie mom?"
"No don't pause."
We both turned around to look at the TV screen. Kay parker was inside of her son's room and she was now holding his semi hard cock debating in her head weather to go trough with what she ached to do, or to leave. She eventually put his cockhead in her mouth and started to blow him which woke the boy up. He just grunted as he said. "Ohhhh mom"
And he put his fingers trough her hair. Mom's eyes sparked with fire as she watched the mother take her top off and expose her breasts to her son who immediately started groping them. A few minutes later the mother positioned herself over her son's cock and impaled her twat on his rock hard pole. They started to make out passionately as she rode his cock.
Mom looked at me again.
"Well I can't let you have sex with me Rick, but I guess we could play around a little bit."
My cock was about to burst out of my pants.
"What do you mean, play around"
Mom tapped the spot right next to her and said.
"Come closer to mom...common don't be scared." I hesitated a little bit because I never actually thought anything would ever happen. I scooted close to her and lied right next to her as she threw her arm over me and started to run her fingers trough my hair. We kept watching the movie. By this time the mom was on her back and her son was fucking her missionary style. She began to yell.
"Oh god I'm cumming." I could feel my mom's heart beating because my ear was right on her breasts. She told me to look up at her and took hold of my chin with her left hand, because I was positioned on her right side and her right arm was over my shoulders and caressing my hair lovingly.
She pulled my chin closer to her's and told me to lick my lips just after she wet her own lips with her tongue. I could feel her breath on my wet lips and it smelled so sweet. It had a minty fresh feel to it. I could also smell her freshly showered skin. Mom had no make up on but she still looked stunning even up close.
"Have you ever kissed a girl?"
"Yes mom, only a couple of times."
"I mean like that...." She planted her wet lips on mine and I could feel her tongue attempting to part my shivering wet lips. I was so nervous that I was starting to lose my hardon. It was simply way to much contact then what I could handle at the time.
After a few seconds I opened up my mouth and met my mom's wet tongue which started to twirl around in my mouth. I chased her tongue with mine and kept my mouth completely open, it was almost like one of those porno kisses from the movies I've seen and jerked off to. We went on for a little while and then mom stopped.
"That wasn't bad but we need to make it more sensual and a little bit more wet then that so just follow my lead."
My mom licked her lips once again and I did the same. She parted them slightly and licked my chin with her tongue trapping my lower lip with both of her lips and licking them a little bit. She did this in a very slow motion leaving a trail of saliva on my chin and lower lip. She then proceeded to guide me with very smooth french kiss as I opened my mouth and we did a real nice genuine wet french kiss parting lips and closing them our tongues having much more traction then earlier. Our mouths clicked rather loudly as the mixture of saliva made a wet sticky sound.
"Do you wanna see mommy's boobs?"
"Sure mom but can I get to have sex with you also"
She started to take off her top and unclasping her bra as she spoke.
"I don't think so darling you're too young for that and I could get pregnant."
"But mom why don't we use a condom I can go grab one of dad's"
She was persistent. "It's still to dangerous a condom could slip off or maybe pop and I can't risk it with you."
"Please let me have sex with you"
"Ok I got an idea. I'll let you have sex with me but not in my vagina."
"Ok but where then"
"Well you can stick it in my butthole, I'm sure it feels just as good as mommy's vagina."
"But mom you won't feel as good...will you"
"This is not about me baby don't worry I'll figure out a way how to have fun too okay" She smiled as she kissed me on the lips once more. I just nodded humming "Mmm-hmmm" as I responded to her tongue intrusion.
"Okay now grab the condom out of the drawer behind you."
"I still have to wear a condom mom"
"Yes and that's not debatable. A butt can be very dirty back there. You don't wanna get some...ummm how should I say this, mud on your helmet....is that how it's referred to nowadays" I just nodded disappointingly.
"Or we could just not do it at all, if you're going to be such a crybaby. How's that"
"No no mom I'm ok, let's do it I'm more then grateful." I reached back into the drawer and pulled out a trojan. I immediately tore up the package with my teeth.
"Careful honey, you might break the condom."
I took the condom out and handed it to mom.
"Ok now take your boxers off and your shirt please." She sounded authoritarian. She sat up and prepared the condom for my rock hard penis, that's what it was supposed to be anyway but it was anything but. My cock had gotten completely limp because of my nervousness. When my mom saw my little soft cock she almost giggled.
"What's wrong, are you nervous?"
"I don't know mom since we were kissing it kind of shrunk I guess."
"Well maybe this will help." She got up and stood next to the bed. She pulled the straps off her shoulders completely exposing her tits. She also slid her black laced panties down her strong shapely legs. It was definitely having an effect on me once her thick bush came into view. My mom had a really nice bush down there. She sat back down on the bed and told me to kneel in front of her.
She pulled my foreskin back on my semi hard pole and gave my head a lick with her tongue. Then she started to jack me off while smiling at me from below. She took my cockhead and rubbed it up against her hard nipples switching from one nipple to the next. This definitely did it for me as I was rock hard now. She took some saliva from her mouth with her finger and lubed up the inside of the condom which made it slide on my cock easily. I could tell she wasn't really impressed with my cock which was at around five inches.
"Ok scoot back down a little bit." She said as she lay on her back and spread her legs. She had a lot of hair on her pussy but you could tell she trimmed it every once in a while. Her asshole was also quite hairy. She reached down to her ass and spread her asscheeks real wide for my pulsating red cock. I positioned myself in between her legs and rubbed my cockhead close to her pussy.
"Ahh not so close, you're aiming for the hole under it." She then took my cock and pulled it toward the right hole.
"Right there."
I could feel her asshole with my cockhead and how tight it was. I started to push forward hard and it finally popped inside of her butthole.
"Ohh go slowly I've got a really tight butt baby." She said as she adjusted her body to the new object now pulsating in her hole.
I started to push deeper and deeper until I could no longer push. There was plenty more room farther down but I had run out of penis. I pulled out and started to assfuck my mom slowly. She took hold of my hand and crisscrossed her fingers with mine pulling me closer to her mouth. I wasn't really quite as tall as her at the time so I had a hard time reaching her wet mouth. What I had to do was push my cock deep in her asshole to reach her mouth and then break the kiss when pulling out. I looked down to see mom playing with her pussy as I my head rested on her naked breasts. I started to pound away a little bit faster but It was a mistake. Within seconds I started to come filling up the condom with my seed. My body quivered with ecstacy and my mom just hugged me closely putting my head on her right shoulder.
"It's okay baby let it all out let it all out." She said as she tapped me on the back as I shook and buckled in her arms. She stopped playing with herself and just sat there waiting for me to calm down. A few moments after my dick lost its hardness it slipped out of her. She told me to go to the bathroom and flush the condom away in the toilet, and to also take a quick shower.
By the time I was done and came out of the shower, I noticed mom was gone. I went up the stairs to the first floor and she wasn't there either. I proceeded farther up the stairs to the second floor to check if she was in my parent's bedroom, she wasn't there either. All I heard was my dad snoring really loud as he was sound asleep. I walked father down to my brother's room. I could suddenly hear two people breathing. The door had been slightly open and the light was also on. I peeked in to see something that very much disappointed me and made me very sad.
The sight I saw was my mom on her back, her legs spread in the air, and my brother's balls slapping quickly back and forth against her mature asshole as he fucked her missionary style pumping away inside of her pussy. I could hear the mattress springs creaking and the two of them trying to hold back their ecstasy. I wondered how my mom wasn't worried about dad catching them, or even me catching them. I guess she was just too horny to worry about that at the time. She looked to her left and caught me staring at her but she didn't do much. The look of ecstasy on her face told me she didn't want to disrupt her fun just because I was there staring at her. She looked at me for a few seconds, her eyes almost teary from pleasure and then she just threw her head back she seemed as though she was about to come.
I pinched myself in disbelief trying to snap out of this reality. My penis had been inside of my mother's rectum 10 minutes ago and now my brother's was in her vagina. I had trouble believing she let him in there with out a condom and I had to wear a condom in her butt. I thought about how I would confront her about this the next day.
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On Their Own. Mf(15), slow, rom, ped.
Lucy and Trey were two that fell through the cracks of social services. Their early life was rough but by sticking together they made their way.
Lucy is Trey's older sister, by two years, and she's always taken care of him, a child surrogate mom, if you will. Their father, Dudley, Dudley White, was killed by a local street gang over a drug deal gone bad. Alice, their mother, frightened and alone, retreated into drugs, alcohol and random sex with anyone who would give her drugs and alcohol. This left ten year old Lucy and eight year old Trey to fend for themselves. Lucy was a smart resourceful girl and by the age of twelve was running the household. She would collect the welfare checks and using her sweet innocent looks and charm, talked the man at the bank into giving her the ATM card to the account. She was learning that there were men, who, if she talked to them the right way, would give her the things she needed, they might try to get grabby, but luckily, she always slipped away. In her early years, she wasn't sure why but by the time she was thirteen, she knew what the old perverts wanted and she played them expertly. She'd give just a little, a lingering hug, a peck on the cheek, but always getting what SHE wanted. She cleaned the house, Trey, the laundry, the dishes, she even had Trey out in the yard with a borrowed mower cutting the grass. Lucy made sure they stayed in school and stuff because she knew that if the state looked to close that they would end up in foster care and not together. She loved playing house, even though it wasn't really playing, to her, it was like living in a working doll house and her brother was a living doll.
Trey was a special kid, gentle, quiet, well mannered. How he got that way in the fucked up house he grew up in is beyond me, but he really was a good kid. He tried to be helpful to his sister, but, you know how brothers and sisters are, but he knew it was only him and Lucy. Trey became aware that he was gay at the age of twelve but didn't come out until he was thirteen. While at a school dance that year he found a small group of kids that were openly gay and lesbian and with much soul searching he started talking with them. Trey opened up to Lucy before the end of the school year, he had broken up with his boyfriend and cried the whole thing out to her.
Now at fifteen, Lucy realized that she had dedicated so much of her time to Trey and the house that she didn't give boys, or even girls for that matter, a second thought. Trey telling her that he had a boyfriend made her start to long for a boy of her own. She tried to get the boys attentions at school but doubts started flooding her mind. With what she's been through in her short life, the boys seem awfully immature and she was just too afraid that if anyone outside the house found out how they lived, that foster homes would be in their future. She had to find just that right guy who would understand and not get them in trouble.
Alice had been gone for about two months now, a lot longer than she's ever stayed away before, then one day after school the kids come home and find some things missing around the house. Lucy thought they had been burgled but Trey pointed out that only their mom's stuff was gone. She looked around and sure enough, much of the big worn out furnature was still there, including, thank god, the old TV set but the smaller more personel things were missing. Lucy found a note on the kitchen table from her mother with a phone number, and under the number was written, 'but don't call me!' They were truly on their own now, abandoned, but still together, she thought, still together! She tried to be brave for Trey who was crying unconsolably, "We don't need her anyways, we didn't before?! Don't cry Trey, I'll take care of you, just like always." He whimpers, "But how? We got no mommy and daddy, they'll take us away and I won't see you any more!", he continues crying. Lucy is holding on by just threads as she tries to soothe her brother, "We've got the house, welfare still comes and most of all we have each other, and that's for always!", she says, "We just gotta be even more careful not to let anybody find out about mom leaving." Lucy gets up and cooks something for the pair to eat then they sit together, holding onto each other, watching TV until Trey slips off to sleep.
Lucy gets up from the couch, she wants to run somewhere but has no clue where to run. Her mind is spinning in a thousand directions, she's so tired, weary, worn down, beat up, but she can't sleep. She wandered outside and was sitting on the curb crying, so Trey wouldn't see her cry. She didn't hear him as he drew nearer, until he said, "What's the matter, Princess, why with the boo hoo's?", and he sat down next to her. Either she trusted this complete stranger or she simply had no more defences and could hold nothing back but she fell into his arms, crying and told him the whole story. As he held her, stroking her shoulder and arm, she actually began to feel better, but immediatly realized her mistake and sat up quickly and tried to get the stranger to promise not to tell. She's seen him before, he lives down the block in one of the nicer houses. He's a nice looking guy, no movie star or anything, but nice, with a kind face, she thinks he's in his early thirty's, around her mom's age. He was trying to get her to calm down and she was frantic to get him to promise her not to tell. He says, "Shh, shh, you's don't want the neighbors to hear, do you's? Let's go inside and talk." Without thinking about the consequences, she agrees, and they head indoors. When they reach the front door, the man stops Lucy and says, "You's shouldn't let strangers into your house! My name is Sparkling Waters!" and he extends his hand. Lucy had calmed down a little and introduced herself shaking his hand. She asked with a little laugh if that was his real name and he told her it was and that his folks, Blue and Crystal Waters, were hippies still living on a commune. When they get inside he sees Trey asleep on the couch and quiets his voice, "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know it was bed time. I'll come back another time." Lucy, not wanting him to leave until she could talk to him, whispered, "No, wait, I'll put him to bed, it'll be just a sec." He offers to help and carries Trey to his bed, Lucy tucks him in and they return to the livingroom.
Playing house for so long, Lucy slipped into hostess mode and offered Sparkling a drink and he accecpts, his name still makes her giggle. They sit on the couch and talk, Lucy tries to explain her siuation and Sparkling tells her funny true stories about him living in a commune. Soon they were just talking about themselves and ordinary things. Lucy hadn't had a conversation with a man that didn't include gross flattery, cheek pinches, or fanny grabs before. He made her feel very much at ease, she actually liked talking to him. Lucy asks, "Sparkling? I gotta know, are you gonna say anything? To childservices, I mean? I don't want to be separated from my brother, he's so young, I don't know ...." He says very plainly, "Your house looks better than most on this block and I can tell you's got things well in hand here. No. Nobody needs know. And you's need your brother as much as he needs you's!" She throws her arms around him and thanks him vigorously, he laughs and sets her back on the couch, "I could come by and check on you's, if you'd like. And I could give you's my number to call if you's ever need anything. You's do have a phone here, right?" Lucy thanks him again and says that she would like it very much if he checked in again tomorrow when Trey would be awake so they could meet. They exchange phone numbers and Lucy shows Sparkling to the door and they say goodnight. Lucy locked up the house and went to bed, she thought about Sparkling and fell asleep, relaxed and calm, he gave her peace somehow.
The following day, Lucy got Trey up, made them breakfast and ready for school. The day went normally except that Trey thought something was up with Lucy, she seems overly happy to go to school! When they got off the schoolbus at about four thirty, Lucy seemed to be bouncing off the wall with some sort of excitment. She ran into the house and started taking things out of the fridge and getting things ready for dinner. Trey tried to ask her what was going on and all he got as a responce was, "You'll see, I hope. You'll see!" and she set three places at the table. Trey thought maybe their mom was coming home, but Lucy wouldn't be this excited, what could be going on? He was doing his homework at the table as Lucy was putsing around the stove, when the doorbell rings. Trey stands and says, "Who could that be? Nobody ever comes here?" and turns to look at Lucy. Lucy is floating off the floor; did he come back? Sure it's him, of coarse it's him, who else could it be? She tells her brother to wait and runs to the front door, straightening up she fixes her clothes and answers the door. "Oh, hi Sparkling, nice to see you again, please, won't you come in?", she was using her best TV show door answering lines. Sparkling plays along, not exactly sure why, and says, "Why, thank you's, Lucy, it's nice seeing you's too. I'd love to come in." She leads him to the kitchen and Trey rises when they enter the room, she says, "Sparkling, this is my brother Trey, Trey this is my friend Sparkling Waters." Trey cracks up as he shakes hands, "Sparkling Waters? What a funny name!" Lucy gets mad and hollers,"TREY!", but Sparkling puts his hand on her shoulder and says, "Wait a minute, Lucy, you laughed at my name too, remember?" She gets embarrassed and apologizes to Trey and Sparkling. Lucy weakly asks, "I was just making dinner, I was hoping you'd stay and have dinner with us?" Trey says, "Yea, please? It's always just me and dumb ol' her everynight", she slaps his shoulder, "Oww, see, please?" Sparkling laughs and says that he would love to and sat down at the table with Trey. Lucy, still using references from TV show families, says, "Shoo, shoo, you boys go talk in the livingroom, I've got dinner to make, now skoot." Her only idea of what a family acts like is from TV, her own family was so screwed up, that she took her social cues from TV families.
Sparkling and Trey head to the livingroom and Trey says Lucy must really like him because she's never let anybody in on their secret before and never IN their house. Trey and Sparkling talk a while and noticing how big the boy was asked if he was on a sports team in school. Trey was an unsual kid, Sparkling thought, at thirteen he's nearly six foot one, weighed around a hundred twenty pounds but he's not the athetic type, he doesn't look fragile, more like, delicate. It wasn't long before Trey tells him, proudly, that he is gay and about the clubs he belongs to in school, drama, band, pep,(I'm not saying nuthing. Those are just the clubs he belonged to) and Sparkling tells him of things he did in school, smokin pot, going to rock concerts. Lucy peeks in from the kitchen and sees the boys getting along like old friends and smiles to herself and goes back and finishes fixing dinner. She sets the food on the table and hollers, "Boys! Dinner!" Trey runs in followed more slowly by Sparkling, Trey says, "Wow sis! This looks great!", she beams with pride, until, "Usually it looks like dogfood! But this looks good!" Lucy deflates into her new shoes and Sparkling puts his hand on her shoulder and says, "It looks wonderful, honey. And you look lovely. Let's sit down, I'm starved!" Bolstered by his compliments she guides him to the head of the table and then sits across from her brother. She stopped her brother from digging in and asked Sparkling if he said grace before dinner and he said that he had not in a long time, but he could tell she wanted him to. He reach out his hands and the kids took hold of one and he said, "Bow your heads please." and he started to pray, "Good bread, good meat, good god, let's eat!" Trey cracks up laughing and Sparkling looks at him smiling and then he turned to Lucy. She was crestfallen, she sat with her chin on her chest. He quieted Trey and lifted her chin with his fingers, "I'm sorry, honey, I was just playing. We'll do it again, and right this time. Ok?", his smile and soft voice seemed to warm her. They held hands again and Sparkling gave the blessing and they started dinner. Lucy almost forgot to eat, she just sat and looked at what she had before her, it was almost like a real family dinner, everyone at the table, prayers, talking, just like the families she saw on TV.
The guys retire to the livingroom after dinner while Lucy cleans up, joining them in a few moments. The trio talk for a couple hours, Sparkling trying to find out how they get along, financially, and what happened to their parents and where their mom is. Trey has most of the information about their mom, he keeps in touch. Lucy's still mad at her and won't speak to her unless she has to sign something legal, you, welfare, lease agreement and her mom still wants some of the money from time to time. But Lucy makes it work. Around ten thirty Lucy tells Trey it's time for bed, grumbling but tired and with Sparkling backing Lucy up, he heads off to bed. Lucy returns to the livingroom after seeing Trey to bed and Sparkling stands as she enters. He says, "I better be going too, it's getting kind of late and", Lucy cuts him off, "No! Please wait. I never have any one to talk too except for Trey. Please stay?" Sparkling takes her hand, softly, "I can't say no to that face. But just a little while, we both gotta get up early tomorrow, ya know." They sat and talked about nothing at all and everything at once, Lucy never let go of Sparkling's hand. She didn't want it to end but he reminded her of how late it was and made his goodnights, Lucy stopped him at the door and bounced onto her tip toes and gave him a peck on the lips then dropped flat footed, "Thank you for coming over. Please come back, I know Trey likes you a lot and he'd be happy to see you again." Sparkling didn't kiss her back, he didn't get the chance to, he smiles big down into her face, "I'd like that, I like Trey too, he's a very special young man", he leans down and kisses her forehead, "But what about you's, I guess you's don't like me at all, huh!?" She blushes red, "Stop ... you know I like you ...", he holds her hands and says, "I like you's too, both of you's, I'd like to keep seeing you's, making sure you're all right and all. I must say goodnight, though." Again Lucy blushes, "Goodnight, Sparkling Waters", and he squeezes her hand in his. He leans down and kisses her on the lips, a long kiss and says, "Goodnight" and leaves, closing the door behind him.
Lucy gets to sleep, a bit fitfully at first and morning seems to come too soon. The dinner party, what he said, and what he said about Trey and THE KISS, it all played over in her lonely head. Sparkling came by, or at least called five times a week and he would bring little things to the house. Little things, like the shampoo Lucy liked not the one she could afford, he bought new sneakers for Trey, again, brandname not dollar store shoes. They both said they didn't want his charity and he said he only does these small things because he loves how hard they work together and they deserve little rewards. He would sometimes stay for dinner or even bring takeout food, which was a big treat, but he didn't stay past ten or eleven o'clock. One Friday, Lucy had saved up and gone all out for a special dinner for Sparkling, spagetti with meat sauce, salad, veggies, and for desert a chocolate frosted, chocolate cake! She talked him into bringing a bottle of red wine to have with dinner. Lucy's only wine glasses were actually long stem water glasses and they held a lot of wine, so Sparkling only poored a small amount into their glasses to see if they liked it or not. Trey tasted it but spit it back into the glass, making a loud stink about how awful it was. Lucy scolded her brother about being a pig and not having any manners. She said, "If you don't like it, just don't have any, don't make an ass of yourself!" She turns and apologized to Sparkling for her brother. Truth be told that after all the fuss she made about Trey and the fact she made Sparkling bring the wine, she found she didn't like red wine either, but now she felt she HAD to drink it, or look foolish. Sparkling could see her discomfort when she drank it but admired her "damn the torpedoes!" attitude. She had finished the wine about the same time she finished eating, he offered her more, to have with desert. She thought a second then ran her tongue across her lips and said, "Yes, thank you, that would be nice." That first big glass of wine, even though she had eaten a pasta dinner, had lowered her defences. The three sat and ate cake and talked of their day, school, work, the assholes and the teachers, Lucy drank from her glass more frequently now. Trey got up from the table and excused himself to the TV room to watch a movie and Lucy offered another piece of cake to Sparkling, he inturn offered to refill her glass of wine. He declined the cake but she accepted the wine. Her second glass of wine was making her giddy, she was talking silly, being uncharateristicly flirty and bold. Her third glass and she was drunk, words becoming slurd, everythings funny. She is that sweet funny kind of drunk, she wanted to dance with Sparkling and they bopped around the kitchen to the radio. When the second song ends Sparkling sits down kind of heavy and says, "Wheeeww, I need a drink. I haven't danced in a long time." and he sips from his full glass of wine. Lucy sits in his lap and takes his hand thats holds the wine and says in a sluring voice, "I'd like shome too" and brings his hand to her lips and drinks from the glass. She releases his hand and he lowers the glass from her lips, not before running an extended finger across her lips and into her mouth. She sucked gently on his finger tip as if she had any idea what she was doing, it just felt natural.
Lucy wasn't sure what she was feeling, her body ached to be held, her lips burned to be kissed and Sparkling was all to willing the help the poor girl figure it out. Remembering her innocents, he makes out with her like he was a teenager at a school dance. As their tongues danced together, he moved his hand to her chest and gently squeezed her breast, her eyes popped open in a start but she quickly relaxed and went back to the kissing. The wine was working it's magic on poor Lucy and let her hand slide down between her legs, to rub her panty covered slit. Sparkling heard her moan into his mouth and his hand followed down her arm to meet her hand, she opened her eyes and looked into Sparkling's eyes, he moved her hand to hold his cock through his jeans, then he returned his hand to her panties. He closed his eyes and kissed her, slowly rubbing her with his hand. Guessing at what to do, Lucy shuts her eyes and moved her hand up and down the bulge in his pants. Sparkling's finger digs into the furrow of her panties causing a deep moan from Lucy and her hand increased it's rhythm and grip on his cock. Soon they were holding each other close, moaning and breathing heavily into each others ears, Sparkling buried his face into her neck and humped into her hand as he came. Feeling his cock spasm in her hand sent shivers down her spine and straight to her pussy and she too, came, moaning his name out loud as he kissed and bit at her neck. Kissing softly now, the wine and dancing and sexual release, starts to tell on Lucy. She says, "I lub you, Sparkles", tee hee,"Sparkles, ha, Sparkles!" and she goes limp, mumbling softly in his arms. He carries her to her room and removes her shoes and covers her with a blanket. After a trip to the bathroom, he returns to the livingroom, Trey asks, "Wore her out did ya?", Sparkling says, "Don't talk about your sister that way! And yes I did." Trey laughs but Sparkling says, "No, it was the wine. Lucy and I just enjoyed each others company that's all." Trey mocks, "Sparkling! Oh yes! Sparkling!", and then he says, "Really, I'm glad for her. She works so hard and has almost no friends. She needed a night like this and I'm glad you're her, hell, our friend." He stands and hugs Sparkling tight, "Just don't hurt her, man. She's never been in love before and she's probably already in love with you and if she isn't, I am. You're just the best, Sparkling." Sparkling makes a joke about him and Trey being together and then seriously tells him what a fine young man he is and what terrific brother he's been. Trey moves to hug Sparkling again so he says, "You're a really great guy, to bad my lease has a no pets clause!" Trey realizes the insult before the implication of what he said and takes fake punches at Sparkling chasing him towards the door, he says, "Get outta here, you rat", then grapples him from behind in a bear hug, "Goodnight Sparkling and thanks!" He pries himself free of the lad and says goodnight before leaving.
Trey's up before Lucy this Saturday morning and he made coffee and toast for his sister, his very best rescipe. She sits down at the table looking like death warmed over. Trey kisses her forehead and whispers, "Mornin, sis, last night was fun, wasn't it? You look you had to much of it!" Lucy takes an agonizing swing at her brother and he laughs, evading the slow blow. She doesn't speak, only groans and Trey says sitting down pouring her a cup of coffee, "Sparkling really likes you, he said so last night", she peers through her uncombed bangs at him, "I like him too, so you better move fast." She throws a piece of toast and hits him on the nose, "Shut up, stupid!", and he leaves her to die alone at the table. Lucy spends most of the day on the couch wearing only her pink cotton nightshirt and matching panties, Sparkling bought them for her a month ago but she never wore them before. Shortly after noon the phone rang and it hurt her head, but when she answered it, her head cleared right up, it was him. He asked if she felt bad and was sorry that she did, then he ask if she needed anything and she said a hug would help, and chuckled a little. Sparkling tells her, "Is that all? Stay right were you are. Goodbye!" and hangs up, she's confused and a little hurt that he hung up so fast. But before she set the phone down, Sparkling walks through the door and straight up to Lucy and hugs the life out of her. "You're here!", she coos, and melts into his arms. He tells her that he's here to take care of her and after making her comfortable on the couch, he goes in to the kitchen to heat up the chicken soup he brought. Her head throbbed and her stomach churned but Lucy never felt better, having someone taking care of HER for once. Sparkling came into the livingroom carrying the hot soup and set it on the coffee table as he sat next to Lucy. Holding her in one arm, he fed the soup to her, she felt like a little girl again, free of worry and responsibility and she fell asleep in his arms. Trey comes home and finds Sparkling and Lucy spooning and asleep on the couch with his hand between her legs. He makes some noise to wake them and as they gain conciousness, he says, "I'm home sis! Ooops, should I leave you two alone?", pointing towards his hand. Lucy squeezes her legs together as Sparkling jerks his hand away. Lucy laments, "Shut up, twerp!" Sparkling and Lucy sit up and shake off the sleep. Lucy asks if Sparkling was staying for dinner but he had to go, he promised to stay longer next time. She thanked him for taking care of her and kissed him lovingly, he squeezes her butt through the cotton nightshirt and says, "I knew you'd look cute in this. Sparkling stands in the doorway, Lucy rushes up to him, "You really gotta go?" and he kisses her forehead and promises to stay next time. Over the next few days Lucy confides in Trey, "I think I'm in love with Sparkling but I'm afraid", he tells her, "He likes you too, sis, a lot, he told me so." "But he's a man and I'm just a girl", Lucy laments. Trey ventures a guess and asks, " Do you think he doesn't knows how much trouble he could get in just being here with you? I don't think he cares that you're, 'just a girl'.", he says, "I'd take the chance, if it was me."
The phone rings about five o'clock on that Friday, Sparkling has called to tell Lucy to dress up nice to go out to dinner and be ready by seven. Lucy almost screams until he says to make sure Trey's dressed too, she asks. "Does he have to go?" He replys, "We can't let him starve, can we? But he won't be with us on the whole date." She sighs, "A date? Oh yes, Sparkling. He'll be ready, Sparkling, we'll both be ready, Sparkling, I can't wait to see you, I.. " and he interupts, "I can't get there if you's don't hang up." Lucy speeds up her already fast talking, "Of coarse, of coarse, bye, I love you", (click), "TREY! Get a shower and get dressed nice, we're going out for dinner, NOW TWERP!" Lucy White was going on a date, she thought, with just, the most special man. He understands her and her situation and, she thinks, he loves her too. She brushed her hair a hundred ways and wished she could cut it all off when her brother enters her room, "Wow! Lucy! You look hot! I didn't know you cleaned up so good!", she says, "Cut it out, but thanks." Trey gushes, "No, really Luc, I'm gay and I want to bang you!", Lucy lightly pushes he little brother towards the bedroom door, "Trey! Damn! Let's go." Trey was right though, Lucy did clean up nice. She's fifteen years old about five foot tall and a little over a hundred pounds, her C cup breasts pushed up nicely in the tight, blue dress she bought at the thriftshop. The dress showed off her legs as well as her chest, cut about mid thigh with a six inch slit up the sides, her slender legs looked longer and made even more shapely by her high heeled shoes. Trey followed Lucy around staring at her legs and chest, he couldn't believe that the bookworm or the housemaid he knew, could ever look like this. The doorbell rings at seven and Lucy pushes her brother down onto the couch and answers the door. Sparkling is floored, "You's look beautiful, Lucy, wow, really beautiful!" She does a quick turn before falling into his arms and giving him a hello kiss. Enduring watching them kiss, Trey says hungrily as he passes them in the doorway, "You said hello! I'm starved! Let's go already!" Trey hops into the backseat as Sparkling holds the passenger door for Lucy before getting behind the wheel.
Lucy's in a dream, she's never been on a date before, shit, she thought, she's never been out to eat before and McBurgers doesn't count! The two teens were doing their best to act grown up in such a fancy restaurant, the place has a waterfall in it, for christ sake! Sparkling tells them dirty jokes to try to loosen them up, he said, "and the doctor said, 'Rectum! Damn near killed'um!'", Trey's laughing into his plate and glancing over his shoulder to see if anybody else heard. Lucy wasn't sure she got the joke but she laughed at Trey and everyone relaxed a little. Sparkling says, "That's better. You's gotta relax, have some fun. What say after dinner we go to a movie?" Trey almost shouts, "At the theater?!", being the smartass, Sparkling says, "No! Out back in the dumpster! Of course the theater!" Lucy almost blows iced tea out her nose, she was laughing so hard. The food and the time together were both the best Lucy and Trey have ever had. While waiting for the check, Lucy excused herself to the ladies room. Trey thanks Sparkling for tonight, he's never seen his sister so peaceful, she hadn't talked about or worried about the house all evening and he wants to know if he can help in anyway. Sparkling says quickly because Lucy was returning to the table, "When we get to the theater, watch a different movie!" Lucy sits down and Trey finally realizes what Sparkling was telling him and blurts out, "Oooooh, yea, sure, sure!", winking the whole time, Sparkling sighs shaking his head and Lucy, knowing she's missed something says, "What?" Sparkling pats her hand and says, "Nothing, it's nothing. Come on, let's get out of here." As they pull into the multiplex parking lot, Trey says, "Hey! They got the new musical about highschool, let's see that!", Lucy says, rolling her eyes, "That one? No! It's a sequel" and goes on and on about the new romantic comedy that's playing. Sparkling buys the tickets while the teens were drooling over the candy counter, even though they just ate. He hands a ticket stub to the highschool movie to Trey and tells him to wait for them in, he says again, IN the lobby if his movie ends first. Then Sparkling takes Lucy's arm like they do in the movies and says, "Look's like it's just you's and me", and he leans closer to her ear, "You're the prettiest girl in the whole room." Lucy glances around the empty lobby and says sarcastically, "Gosh thanks" and laughs at him. They watched the movie holding hands and exchanging glances, Lucy rested her head on his shoulder and he stroked her face with his finger tips. He wanted so much to kiss her and told her so, but the theater was too crowded and someone might see, she forgets that he's so much older than she. The movie ends and the trio meet up in the lobby, Lucy's still on an emotional cloud when Trey whines about getting ice cream. Lucy grabs her brother and pushes him away from Sparkling and whispers angerally, "We can't spend all Sparkling's money and damn it Trey, I'm on my first real date, please don't mess this up!" They return to Sparkling with glued on smiles and he says, "Let's compromise. We'll go through the drive thru at the Dairy Curl and head home. How's that?" Trey forgot that it's his sister night and with less enthusiasm than he had before said that would be fine. At the Dairy Curl, Sparkling changed his mind and had the teens wait in the car and when he returned he had two covered go boxes, with instructions not to peek until they got home.
Sparkling carried the boxes into the kitchen with a curious Trey in his shadow. Lucy seemed disintrested. He set one box on the table and asked Lucy to wait for him to come back, she sat at the table and beamed a hopeful, "Ok". She laughed at the two guys as Sparkling lead Trey out of the room, saying, "This way. Down boy, heel, HEEL!" and takes him to his room. The icecream bribe was to keep Trey in his room tonight watching TV or playing on his laptop, and leave them alone, to which he agreed. Lucy brightens when Sparkling enters the room, alone! He says to her, "Alone with you's at last. I put your brother to bed and ..." before he gets another word out, she's wrapped around his neck and kisses him deeply. When she breaks the kiss, he gasps, "Wow, what was THAT for?" She's almost crying, she's so happy, "For tonight, for Trey, for making me feel ...", he doesn't let her finish and kisses her back. They forget all about the icecream on the table as they make their way to the livingroom couch, never breaking their kiss. They kiss and embrace each other frantically and Sparkling says between kisses, "You's", mmm," look so", mmm, "Hot!", she mumbles, "You look nice too, shut up and kiss me!" As they makeout, Sparkling finds the zipper to Lucy's dress and pulls it down two or three inches. Lucy doesn't freeze but he's aware that she's aware and he asked her if she was alright. Lucy said she was fine but she knew she wasn't wearing a bra with this dress and was a little nervous. Much to her relief, he didn't try to remove her dress, he only slipped his hand onto her bare back and waist, to caress her. It was about this time that Sparkling saw Trey sneaking out of the kitchen with the other ice cream box, but said nothing. Sparkling knew that Lucy's spent most of her life alone, except for Trey and the few friends she had at school. As much as he wanted to sweep his princess off her feet and take her to bed, he didn't want to scare her or make her think he was just some weirdo, sex fiend, he had to go slow. Sparkling shifted their bodies so they were lying together with Sparkling over her. Slightly panicy she says, "Sparkling. I. I've nev ...", he hushes her with kisses and whispers, "I know." He kisses down her chin to her neck and down the onto her chest, carefully pulling the dress down slowly exposing her breasts and quickly taking one into his mouth. Her lonely psyche screams out for Sparkling's affections but she wrestles with her insecurities. Her loneliness wins out and she drops her head onto the cushion, closes her eyes and lets the rush of sensation take her. Sparkling continues to pull the top of her dress down, kissing her flat and heaving belly, suddenly she realizes where he's headed, "Sparkling!", she says in a start. He stops and looks up into her frightened face, asking "Wha" and Lucy whispers, "Not here! Trey might see!" as she pulls her dress back up. Sparkling gets a devilish grin on his face and asks, "Want to go the YOUR room then?" "Spaaarrkklliinngg!" she says bashfully, but giggles a super quiet, "Ok". Knowing what this possibly meant, Lucy took Sparkling's hand and guided him to her bedroom door.
She closed the door and turned to face him, he's sitting on the edge of her bed and beckons her to him with his arms. As she steps closer to him, he asks, "Lucy, if you're uncomfortable or if you're not ready, I'll complet..", she cuts him off, "I love you, Sparkling, I'm just, you know," and she bows her head, "Scared." He hugs her close and consoles, "I know, it's hard to let someone get close and the first time can seem a little scary. But I love you's, Lucy, and we can take this as slow as you's like." Then from out in the hall, Trey hollers, "Oh for christ sake! Enough talking, get buzy in there!" Sparkling had to hold onto Lucy with all his might, she was gonna kill her little brother! Lucy's never been so furious, yelling obsenities that, well I think she made a few new ones up just for the occasion. Catching her off guard and still yelling at Trey, Sparkling kisses her hard and pulls her onto the bed with her landing on top of him. Lucy turns all her anger at Sparkling in the form of passionate kisses. He once again slides the zipper down on her dress but this time there is no hesitation from Lucy. Pushing it down to her waist, Lucy begins pushing and kicking at the dress to get it off. Sparkling says admonishingly, "Watch it! I like you in that dress!" and then changes his tone, "But I really like you OUT of it." Lucy stretches out on top of him wearing only the pink cotton panties he had bought for her. His hands luxuriated in her soft naked skin, letting his hands slide down and into her panties to bury his fingers in her firm round ass cheeks. Rolling Lucy off, Sparkling quickly stripped down to his boxers and crawled under the covers, pulling Lucy under him as he did. He began kissing her and massaging her breasts, her fingers ran through his short brown hair. Sparkling's hand made it's way between her legs and she moaned so deeply, as if she's waited for this moment. Their tongues twisted and turned as they kissed, then his hand began pulling her panties off. She became still, except for him removing her panties, they just watched each others faces as the panties came off. He pulls them from under the sheet and dropped them to the floor. Leaning over top of Lucy, he looks down at the panties and says, "Yep! I thought they'd look cute on the bedroom floor", and looks into Lucy's red face. He lays back down beside her, saying, "My turn I guess", and quickly strips and drops his boxers onto her panties, "Looks like they get along too!", Lucy says, "You're silly. Kiss me, Silly!" Sparkling crosses his eyes and makes big suckerfish lips and kisses her silly as she giggles and laughs and her insecurities seem to melt away.
Lucy looks into Sparkling's eyes with pure love and asks, "Are you real? You make me feel so happy and I'm not afraid of being here with you. Tell me you won't leave me? I don't want to be alone anymore." Sparkling hugs her close saying, "You're the only one that can make me leave now. I'm not going anywhere!" Sparkling pulls the sheet off the pair and remarks how lovely and sexy Lucy is, before he starts kissing his way down her body. Lucy's never seen a real man naked, her brother and the gay porn he shows her on the internet, doesn't count. Sparkling is not a well endowed man, average for a grown man of thirty two years but Lucy was amazed at the size of an erect penis. He had gotten past her navel this time and kissed her pink hot pussy lips. Lucy was physically shaking with fear and antisipation, sensing this, Sparkling returned to face her and held her close. He had all night, no need to rush and scare poor Lucy, he thought, slow down, let her come to you. He began kissing her again and caressing her body, she relaxed and let herself explore his body with her hands. When her hand wrapped around his hard cock, she reacted as if surprised by it, like he had just put it there. Removing his fingers from her pussy, he rolled atop her and whispered, "I'm yours, forever", somehow, instictively, she guided his cock to her virgin hole. He eased the tip into her slit, pulling out and sliding in a little further, she winced as he bumped into her maidenhead. Sparkling kisses her and whispers, "This might hurt the first time, so " and Lucy says, "I know, I want this. I want you." He kisses her hard and thrusts two or three inches, breaking her barrier, Lucy cries out a short gasp of pain. Sparkling holds her close and lets her recover and become used to his presents inside her. He whispers, " I love you's, soo much, Lucy White", slowly driving his cock deeper into the girl. As he makes a slow gentle rhythm, Lucy lets go of her inhibitions and revels in these new sensations, allowing herself to be totally his. Sparkling's rhythm increased in both speed and strength, driving Lucy over the edge, her scream started out in english but quickly degraded into aminalistic growels, as the headboard on the old bed banged against the wall. Sparkling's own orgasm was rising and knowing that the girl was not on the pill, grudgingly pulled out. Lucy asked why he stopped and with shortness of breath he said he didn't want to get her pregnant, Lucy blushes her already flushed cheeks, "Do you want me to ... .... blow you ?" Sparkling was speechless but asked if she knew how and Lucy coyly replys, "No, but I never slept with a guy before either." He thought, there's that 'damn the torpedos' again. He said, "I love you's so much", and Lucy moved down his body. She held him in her hand and looked up to see if he'd guide her but he trusted Lucy and let her discover on her own. Lucy kissed the tip and tenitively licked at the rod, then she remembered one of Trey's videos and engulfed as much as her mouth could hold. Sparkling let out a sigh of pleasure letting her know this was good and he whispered, "Use your tongue a little, oh yes, just like that!" She bobbed her head up and down on his cock, licking and stroking it, his moans and sighs drove her on. He said to her that he was about to cum and before she was ready he unleashed shot after shot of hot cum in her mouth, not sure what to do, she simply swallowed it and continued to suck him until he went soft and he pulled her up to him. With kisses and soft talk of love, Lucy falls asleep in Sparkling's big arms, a sleep like she never had before, worry free, satisfied and loved.
It's been two months since Sparkling brow beat Alice White into relinquishing guardianship of the two teens over to him. He reminded her that abandonment was child abuse and being a drug addict to boot, that she would do time. Alice tried to call him out on being a child molester but Sparkling said no one would believe her, knowing full well that Lucy and Trey would never share their secret.
The smell of sausage cooking in the kitchen pulled Trey from his bed this Saturday morning. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes as he says goodmorning to his sister. Lucy looks brand new to her brother, new clothes, no more thriftshop seconds, no more worries about money, no more fear of the law. Just a happy, normal fifteen year old girl, making breakfast for her brother and her lover. She was also starting to make friends at school, now that they moved into their new home. She wasn't afraid to bring friends over to her new house, to furnature without stains or holes and most importantly, a legal guardian, (The teens called him 'Dad' when friends were over, it was easier than trying to explain and Sparkling really liked it when she called him 'Daddy', but that's another story). It's not easy to change from a pint sized adult, with legal and finacial worries to an almost normal highschool girl, but Lucy's headstrong, she'll make it work.
Some may say that Sparkling Waters was a pervert, taking advantage of a lost and confused young girl, but if you asked Lucy Waters, she'd tell you he was savior, a saint, the first person in her whole life, besides her brother, who ever loved her, really loved her.
The End
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*** General Disclaimer ***
I dont own Star Wars. George did and then he sold it to Mickey. I wasnt involved in any of that. I have no rights at all to any Star Wars intellectual property. This story is either legal under parody laws or it violates Mickeys IP and if thats the case I have a message for Mickey: I dont have money so suing me wont do any good.
The following story is filled with graphic descriptions of sex. It is pornography. If you dont want to read that or it is illegal for you to read porn in your jurisdiction then Id suggest you stop reading now.
Virtually every single character in this story is a highly attractive bisexual with a high libido and no inhibitions to speak of and a willingness to hop into bed with just about anyone because its porn thats the way porn is.
The individual chapters will be marked with story codes and content notices so you wont accidentally stumble across something that squicks you or triggers you, but in general this story involves a lot of sex, sex between men and women, sex between women and women, sex between men and men, sex between members of different species. Sometimes it even involves sex between Humanoids and Hutts or people and droids. Or people and animals. You have been warned. If hot Twilek on Rodian action offends you, you might want to stop reading now.
It also sometimes involves torture and rape. In true Star Wars fashion no one ever suffers any lasting psychological harm from being tortured and while they may have been screaming for mercy a moment ago theyll be trading quips and feeling perfectly fine right afterward. Likewise theres no lasting trauma about rape, characters are raped, sometimes they cum while theyre being raped, and they dont like being raped but afterward no one has flashbacks, or PTSD, or ever feels traumatized or damaged and it certainly doesnt prevent them from wanting to hop in the sack with the next available sentient being or in any other way make them feel weird about sex at all.
There is no snuff, there is no gore, there is no guro, but there is rape and torture and BDSM and spanking.
The story starts light, and never goes grimdark, but just so no one gets whiplash here and feels mislead or that the story started one way and went a direction they werent expecting: through the series there will be a mix of consensual sex, coerced sex, outright rape, torture, consensual BDSM, and so on.
It is my intention to write masturbation fodder for perverts like me who get off on stuff like this. It is not intended at all to downplay the fact that in reality rape and torture frequently cause lasting psychological harm to the victims.
And since its a Star Wars story theres lots of explosions, murder, meyhem, spaceships whizzing away at the last second, cliffhangers resolved through totally implausible means, people killing scads of bad guys and never once feeling any regret or having trauma from that, names that are truly preposterous (Cad Bane? Seriously? Was Badguy McBaddington already taken?) and all that other stuff that makes Star Wars fun. And a lot of sex.
*** Disclaimer for Star Wars fans ***
Yes, this is Star Wars fanfic, or erotic fanfic anyway.
But
While I consider myself a Star Wars fan (saw the first movie when I was just turned three!) I never got into the EU. Ive watched all the movies, Ive watched Clone Wars (both versions), Ive watched Rebels, I played SW:TOR for a while, I even played the tabletop RPG, but thats it. I never read the novels or comic books. I had to check Wookiepedia to even know what wupiupi were.
Im taking certain liberties with the universe, some deliberately, some simply due to not knowing all the EU/Legends stuff, or even really any of it. Ive tried to be relatively consistent with the movies, and since this is set during the time of the Old Republic (I settled on 3640BBY for the starting year) Ive been going mostly by what the game has to say about the Old Republic and that time.
Sometimes some things I dig up through Wookiepedia. Other things Im just making up what seems like it works and matches lore from the movies and shows. Some things Im going my way on because the official stuff makes no sense. For example the population of Nar Shaddaa as listed on Wookiepedia wouldnt even result in a planetary population density equal to modern Tokyo, much less be an ecumenopolis built of hundreds of stories tall buildings. So I unilaterally bumped it up a couple orders of magnitude to fit what it looked like in the game and shows. Nar Shaddaa in this story has a population of around 15 trillion, Coruscant has a population of around 30 trillion. No smaller population would result in a planet/city looking like that.
Some things, I simply went against established lore deliberately because it worked better for my story that way. For example, Im aware that it is now canon that Hutts have two sexes, that seemed boring so I went with the old EU idea that they were hermaphrodites like real world gastropods.
So to the Star Wars true fans, Im sorry. If you wanted a fully EU/Legends compatible bit of wank material written by someone who was extremely careful about all the EU stuff these arent the porns youre looking for.
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Chapter 3: In which things go very badly for Rina
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CONTENT NOTICE
CONTENT NOTICE: This chapter contains rape and electrical torture
CONTENT NOTICE
Some time later Rina woke up, feeling hungover, to the sight of a larger than life image of a pussy and asshole on a wall sized screen a couple meters from her face. The woman she was looking at was obviously bent over, her knees far apart, her shapely ass framing her tan outer lips which were slightly gaping apart and her dark anus exactly centered on the screen.
Still reeling from the blow to her jaw, it took Rina a while to realize that the pussy she was looking at was her own. With a jerk she tried to stand up, which was when she realized that she was bent over a padded table, or bench of some sort, and strapped down very throughly. She was also, she realized somewhat belatedly, completely naked.
Her knees were uncomfortably far apart, which is why her outer lips were ever so slightly parted, giving her a magnified view of her inner lips, clit, and a glimpse from time to time down into her hot pink hole. She watched while her crinkled brown asshole twitched as she tried to shift to a more comfortable position.
But movement was impossible. The screen split, leaving the view from behind that she had been watching in the largest frame in the center of the screen, and surrounding it with smaller frames showing Rina views of herself from all angles.
She was strapped down in a kneeling position to a device she couldnt classify as either a table or a bench as it was something of both. Broad straps of a soft white material held her firmly at the ankles, calves, knees, thighs, waist, around her chest above and below her breasts, and her arms were stretched out to either side and bound as well at her biceps, elbows, forearms, and wrists. Clearly someone didnt want her to be able to move.
Oddly the bindings werent especially uncomfortable, or even all that noticeable, unless she tried to move. But they did hold her in place with a methodical thoroughness that disturbed Rina deeply and set her hyperventilating at the thought of what was to come.
To calm herself she tried looking at each of the views. As she turned her attention to the screen showing her face, Rina winced a bit at the sight of a large bruise spreading across her jaw and cheek. Then she stopped wincing because that hurt. She prodded at her teeth with her tongue and a couple felt slightly loose from the punch Tiny had delivered. If he hadnt pulled his punch Id have a broken jaw, or maybe just be dead Rina mused. But somehow she didnt feel any gratitude towards Tiny for that.
She tried to think of a way out of the situation, but nothing came to mind. Rina wasnt sure if that was because there wasnt a way out or if she was just too fuzzy from being knocked out to think clearly enough.
From somewhere behind her, Rina heard a door slide open interrupting her increasingly frantic thoughts, and on the monitors she saw Tiny enter the room. He was as naked as she was, and his long thin penis was erect and throbbing. His cock was he same olive drab color as the rest of his skin, a bit darker at the head. A slightly thick, clear, fluid coated his penis, giving it a sheen that glistened in the bright lights of the room. Lube, Rina thought, and realized what it meant only a moment before it happened.
Tiny didnt say anything, or give her a chance to say anything herself. In two steps he was behind her, and an instant later he was forcing his cock into her twat with one quick thrust. Rina cried out at the sharp pain of being suddenly penetrated, then cried out again as the head of his penis rammed into her cervix. Like all Gammorians Tinys penis was thin compared to a Human penis, but it was much longer than most Human mens and he was not being careful about bottoming out.
The sound of her yelp was absorbed by the walls with no echo. She thought of protesting, of begging him to stop, but it seemed pointless. He obviously knew he was raping her, knew that she didnt want his cock up inside her, telling him to stop would clearly do nothing. But Rina couldnt stay silent, the Gamorrean was strong, his prick was long if not thick, and on every thrust he hit her cervix with a force that left Rina shouting and crying in pain. While Tiny shoved his dick roughly into her his hands mauled her ass, squeezing and pinching with such strength that Rina knew shed be bruised from that alone. Slowly her shouts turned into sobs.
For a time the only sounds in the room were the meaty sound of her rape, a slapping as the Gamorrean slammed into Rina over and over, the liquid squelching from his cock in her cunt, and her own sobbing in between little shrieks of pain as he pummeled her cervix over and over.
Rina had been raped before, when she was fourteen three boys had dragged her into a closet at a party and taken turns on her. When it was happening shed tried to ignore it, to pretend it wasnt, or that it didnt matter to her. She had struggled a bit at first, but they were bigger than her and after the first slapped her, hard, several times she gave up and stayed limp while he and the other two raped her first in her pussy and then in her ass. Shed found that pretending it wasnt happening, just staring at nothing and trying to zone out, had helped her through the experience.
She tried that now, but the force of Tinys fucking, and especially the repeated agony of his dick punching her cervix, made it impossible. Worse, there was nothing to look at but the monitor showing Tiny raping her. In the biggest frame, the one right in front of her eyes, she saw his olive green cock pull all the way out, then shove deeply into her pussy. Her lips were engorged and spread, the view of her shiny hot pink cunt hole was no longer just a glimpse but the most visible part of her anatomy, at least when Tinys dick wasnt blocking the view. When Tiny pulled his dick all the way out, which he did every few strokes, she could clearly see into her vagina and even see her cervix twitching frantically as if it were trying to avoid the pounding it had been getting. Then he slammed back into her, filling her with his dick, and ramming into her cervix again despite its futile efforts to escape the coming punishment. There was nothing she could do but yell again and again as the head of his dick repeatedly tried to force its way into her womb.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Rina felt the cock inside her twitching as Tiny came. And came. And came. After his first spurt of cum shot into her pussy, Rina could see it seeping out from her vagina around his dick. His balls were the size of her fists and they seemed to have been filled to the brim with semen. Tiny came in huge spurts, each one bursting around his dick and out of her pussy to drip down her thighs.
Then, as Tiny moaned and thrashed in his orgasm, and drops of his drool fell on her back, to her horror and shame the rough fucking, the stimulation of the sight of his dick still in her, and the feel of him flooding her cunt with an endless stream of jizz combined into a sudden and completely unexpected orgasm. Unlike her usual orgasms this one had no buildup, she hadnt felt aroused before, but suddenly she was cumming too. Rina moaned and twitched as she came under Tiny who kept slowly pumping in and out of her while he continued to cum and his cum continued to spurt out of her pussy and down her legs.
At last it was over, Tiny shuddered one last time and then the Gammorian pulled out of her cunt with a moist sucking noise, leaving her pussy gaping open after its violation and on the screen she saw the the cum starting to drool out of her wide open hole. Rina felt a horror at the sight of the cum in her cunt, she wanted it out and felt almost ill at the thought of being filled up the way she was.
Tiny took one look at her, then left the room. He hadnt said a word the whole time he was there.
Rina flushed with shame. She hadnt cum at all the first time shed been raped all those years ago. Though she knew that some rape victims came and it didnt mean they wanted to be raped or they were enjoying the experience, it still humiliated her that Tiny had been able to make her cum against her will at all, and that it had happened by raping her so painfully seemed even worse. She was already weeping from the pain and violation of the rape itself, the extra tears of humiliation werent noticeable to anyone except to her.
She was left to cry for only a few minutes before the door slid open again and Rina saw Sil enter the room on the screen. He was as naked and hard as the Gamorrean had been, his penis was about average for a Human and like Tinys it was glistening with lube. Rina was, absurdly, struck at how handsome he was. Her sobbing cut off and she watched intently as Sil approached, his hard dick bobbing up and down with his steps.
Ignoring Rinas gaping and dripping pussy, he put the head of his cock against her asshole and started pushing in. Rina knew it would hurt more if she resisted, so she tried to relax. Shed never much cared much for receiving anal but she didnt really dislike it either. A few of her boyfriends had liked it and since she didnt mind it much shed let them fuck her ass often enough that she was used to it.
Like Tiny, Sil didnt take his time. He didnt slam his dick into her, but he did enter her ass in a single, forceful, thrust that lasted only two or three seconds. It hurt, but not as much as Tinys dick punching her cervix had and Rina only grunted a little from the pain rather than crying out. Rina felt the tight ring of her anus loosening and adjusting to the intruder, and tried her best to open herself up even more to accommodate him; she knew from experience that trying to tighten up and keep him out would hurt more.
After hed pushed himself balls deep, Sil pulled out all the way out, and Rina saw her asshole gaping open on the screen for an instant before he pushed his way in again, much harder and quicker than the first time.
He was, Rina realized, trying to make it hurt as much as he could. Her eyes flicked to the screen showing his face, and she was shocked, frightened really, to see the same almost blandly cold expression he had all the time. He looked like he could have been doing the books instead of raping her ass.
It hurt, though thankfully not nearly as much as Tiny raping her had and Rina was able to separate herself from the experience as much as possible. She closed her eyes and tried to let her mind drift. Even though Syls dick reaming out her asshole made it difficult, she did manage to detach herself from things like she had when she was 14. Time went a bit funny, and she almost felt as if she was standing outside watching someone else being raped.
Even the sounds, her own occasional involuntary grunt or moan, Syls heavy breathing, seemed to fade. Eventually, slightly distantly, she felt his dick twitch as Syl shot his load up her butt, then he pulled out and like Tiny left the room without a word.
Rina was left alone to cry, both at the pain in her pussy and asshole, and from the humiliation and degradation of being raped, for what felt like a long time. Long enough that she eventually stopped crying and was beginning to feel bored. The monitors showed that her asshole and pussy had relaxed shut again and stopped gaping, and while there was still plenty of white jizz in both of her holes it had stopped dripping out. There was a thick layer of semen coating her entire crotch and her thighs that was now beginning to dry and crust a bit.
When she heard the door open again, Rina looked at the monitor expecting to see another man come to rape her. But the figure who entered the room was clothed, and female. Rina never seen the other woman before, she was a Human with skin much darker than Rinas, such a deep brown it was almost black, and no hair at all. Not only was her head perfectly smooth and hairless, she had no eyebrows or eyelashes. The other woman was small, almost petite, if theyd been standing her head would barely come to Rinas breasts. Despite her size she somehow carried herself with authority and power. Her clothes helped with that, she was wearing shiny black boots with low heels, tan trousers with a black silk shirt and a vest that matched her trousers.
The newcomer busied herself for a brief moment out of Rinas view, then came back into the view of the cameras carrying some equipment of a type that in her shaken state of mind Rina didnt immediately recognize. Like Tiny and Sil, she didnt speak. Rina watched on the monitor as the other woman arranged the equipment on the table. Seeing it laid out Rina did recognize one thing, a silvery butt plug, and winced as the woman picked it up. The stranger didnt bother lubricating it, the lube left on Rinas anus (along with Sils cum) allowed the cold plug to slide in easily and almost painlessly. The woman then attached a small clip to Rinas clit, which made her wince and gasp with pain as the teeth on the alligator clip bit into her tender flesh, but the pain was mild. A wire from the clip ran to a socket on the table by Rinas ass, and the woman plugged a second wire into the table and then into the plug up Rinas asshole.
The woman touched a control and a new window bloomed on the display in front of Rina showing the time. 21:41:46. Neither woman spoke as the seconds ticked by, but Rina tensed, she had a feeling something very bad would happen soon.
21:42:00. And suddenly Rinas world became nothing but pain.
She screamed, of course, but the pain went on. Every muscle in her body spasmed at once, if she hadnt been strapped down Rina would have been convulsing on the floor. It felt like fire and ice all through her body, but in her clit and asshole especially. Some distant part of her realized it must be electricity, that the butt plug and the clip on her clit were terminals and the table was now supplying current to them. But most of her being was focused on the sheer agony blasting through her.
Never before in her life had Rina felt such pain, it seemed to fill every bit of her body and burst out in a shriek of agony that she had no part in. She screamed until her lungs were empty and found that the pain was so intense she couldnt draw breath but instead kept trying to scream with no air. It went on and on and Rina knew it would never stop until she was dead. With the tiny part of her mind that wasnt occupied with trying to scream she hoped that death would come soon.
Finally, after what must have been hours of electrical agony flowing from her clit to her anus by way of every other part of her, it stopped and Rina drew a shuddering breath and sobbed. On the display the time now read 21:42:30. Thirty seconds, that was all. Not an eternity, not even a minute. Less time than it took to send a text. The other woman stared at her in a hungry sort of way then silently left the room.
Even though the electricity was off and the pain had stopped with it Rina found herself screaming every time she drew breath in sheer terror and shock before she finally broke down sobbing uncontrollably in horror and shame and fear.
21:52:30, theyd left her alone for ten minutes and shed stopped weeping but was still shaking uncontrollably in fear of that pain. Then the door opened again, and Rina almost screamed when she saw it was the woman and not another man come to rape her. It seemed strange to her to realize that shed be hoping for someone to rape her, but compared to the agony the woman brought rape seemed welcome.
Good evening Rina, the womans voice as a clear, calm, contralto with a slight nasal Aldarran accent. I am Dr. Chatte Falter and I work for Tel'Ro the Hutt. He calls me his torturer, but I prefer to think of myself as an artist. My medium is pain and I am very good at finding new ways to make people suffer.
No. No. No no no nononononono Rina spoke without meaning to and when she realized she was speaking she couldnt stop the words.
Be silent. Dr. Falter reached towards a control and Rina slammed her mouth shut so quickly she thought she heard a tooth chip. Good.
As I was saying. I am in the employ of Tel'Ro the Hutt because he funds my art and provides subjects to be used in my art. All he asks in return is that, on occasion, I ask questions of a person who might not wish to provide answers. I believe this sullies the art I practice. Pain for its own sake, pain purely for the sheer joy and pleasure of making the victim suffer, is so much more pure. But for what he gives me in return it isnt so great a sacrifice. As she spoke of pain as art, Falters eyes lit and she seemed much more alive than before.
Tel'Ro has told me to have you answer certain question as quickly as possible. I truly hope you choose not to answer. It may not be art, but I believe I would enjoy it if you tried to keep anything at all a secret.
Dr. Falter touched a control and Rina flinched again. All that happened was the screen changed to show a recording of what appeared to be the same room Rina was in. Strapped into a reclined chair was a young Twilek man barely past boyhood, and as nude as Rina was. His penis was startlingly large for his body size and painfully erect. Scars crisscrossed his body and one of his lekku was cut off so it was only half as long as the other.
On the screen Dr. Falter entered, also nude, and something about her appearance seemed odd to Rina. Before she could figure out what it was the recording of Falter picked up some tools and approached the boy who sobbed in despair. A moment later Rina slammed her eyes shut and focused on not vomiting. She wished very much she hadnt seen even the few seconds that she had, and she wished even more that she could stop hearing the high pitched wordless shrieks of agony that went on for far, far, too long before Falter shut off the recording.
That was Ofiwnedi. He was my best subject to date. The video you see is from his seventy fourth day with me, and he lasted another fifty two days after that. I might have been able to keep him alive longer but he managed to get free and kill himself on the one hundred and twenty seventh day of our artistic collaboration.
So far thats the longest Ive been able to keep any subject alive, but with the techniques I learned with Ofiwnedi, and a bit more care in restraints, I believe I may be able to keep a subject alive indefinitely. Or at least until I choose to move into methods of producing pain that cause permanent damage.
You have a choice now Rina, you can tell me every detail of why you planted a bug in conference room besh, who gave you the bug and who they work for, and everything else you know.
Or you can become my new long term project.
Rina stammered, she was trying to talk so fast that the words jumbled together. YestalkpleaseIlltalk! Ill talk! Ill tell you everything please please please let me tell you. Ill talk, please! Please!
Dr. Falter frowned and sighed. If you must. She touched another control and Rina flinched expecting the pain to come back, but nothing seemed to happen.
Who gave you the bug?
A Jedi. Hed been in the Tavern most days since I started work. Human. Male. Late twenties or early thirties. Straight brown hair past his shoulders. Pale skin. No beard. I could pick out his picture if you have records of visitors.
Please I didnt know him until he talked to me after work one day. He said his name was Ryleve Mathsin and he was trying to track down Sith kidnapping younglings here in Hutt Space. He gave me the bug he said it was only to help him find the Sith nothing else. I put it in besh like he asked and that was all. I never saw him again. I dont know anything else. Please. I really dont. I promise. Please.
Falter touched another control and a holo of a man Rina didnt know appeared. Is this the man?
No. Ive never seen him.
Good. You wouldnt have, hes been dead for five years. How about this man?
This time the man in the holo was Mathsin. Yes, thats him.
Rina jumped, feeling oddly insulted, when Dr. Falter chuckled. Ho ho ho ho Hes no Jedi. Just an agent for Clan Pendal. We flagged him the second time he came to the Tavern. The holo dissolved then reformed to show an overhead view of Rina taking the bug from Mathsin, then her putting the bug under the table in the conference room.
Dr. Falter sighed deeply, stood up, pressed a button, and stretched. Well that was disappointing. Behind Rina the door slid open. Toss her in holding cell cresh and TelRo will decide what to do with her in the morning. Falter walked away and didnt look back.
Rina suddenly felt like she could breathe again, and with the terror of Falters presence gone she felt a surge of shame at how quickly and completely shed broken, and how apparently worthless her information had been. All of it had just been to confirm what they already knew? She felt almost indignant that her pain, her rape, hadnt been more important to them.
Both the guards were Human, one man and one woman, and despite their different sexes they were largely similar. They wore body armor in the silver and black that were TelRos colors, had a holstered blaster at their right hip, and were both tall and muscular. The womans short hair was more stylishly cut than the mans, and she had a scar on one cheek. The woman roughly yanked the electrodes from Rinas asshole and clit, causing her to gasp in pain, while the man touched a control and the restraints let her go and folded neatly back in the table.
Rina tried to stand, but the rapes, the torture, and the long time held in the same position had made her legs too weak to support her. She collapsed on the floor, the movement causing new spurts of jizz to leak out of her abused holes.
Up cunt. Were not carrying you. The words were accompanied by a somewhat soft kick in her ribs. The womans voice was surprisingly high pitched, a natural soprano, and pleasant sounding. Slowly, tears of rage and shame flowing, Rina managed to pull herself up using the torture table as a support.
The guards silently lead her down a corridor only twenty meters or so from Dr. Falters torture chamber to a small room with a very conspicuous maglock on the outside of the door. Inside was a cot, a toilet, and a shower. They pushed her inside and Rina, still weak and not recovered from her ordeal, stumbled and fell to the hard plasticrete floor, her legs splayed.
The woman spoke again Deen, you want a piece of her?
Yeah, why not? I went first last time though, so you first Amber. The mans voice was a rough baritone.
No need for turns. Amber opened a few buckles to free some armor plates then pulled down her pants and shiny green bikini cut panties to reveal a very well shaped muscular ass and a pussy with a thick bush of tightly curled jet black hair that stood out against her pale skin. Lets do it quick, you fuck her while I sit on her face. And bitch? I may not be Falter, but if you dont get to licking and make me come quick I promise Ill find a way to make you scream.
Rina didnt resist as the two repositioned her and Deen yanked her legs wide apart. For the second time that day Rina worked to detach herself from her surroundings, and it was almost frightening how quickly she was able to. Rina was beginning to feel calm and separate from herself even as Amber put a foot on either side of her head. Ambers musky fur covered lips and hair rimmed anus filled Rinas view as Amber lowered herself to begin raping her face. Without any thought or hesitation Rina thrust her tongue into the sweaty crack of Ambers ass and began licking at her anus as if her life depended on it. While she worked Deen roughly pried her bald lips open and pushed himself into her cunt.
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When she woke up Rina staggered to the toilet and peed; there was no toilet paper. The toilet was equipped with a bidet though, which she ignored. Instead she went straight from the toilet to the shower. There was no hot water, and Rina abandoned her plan of staying under the shower for hours if thats what it took to feel clean again. Instead she wound up taking a quick and very cold shower.
She hadnt bothered to even touch the shower the night before.
When Deen and Amber had finished with her Rina had barely been able to crawl into the cot before exhaustion took her and she passed out into a dreamless sleep.
After showering she discovered that there were no towels, no blankets, and no sheets. But there was no cum on the mattress either, and Rina knew shed been leaking cum from both her holes all night. So she sat on the mattress to drip dry, and discovered that it was made of a material that wicked the moisture away without a trace.
As she waited she noticed that video was now playing on a small screen to the left of the door. It was an edited clip of Tiny raping her, while text scrolled across the screen.
TOTAL FUCKING TIME: 3 minutes, 47 seconds
STROKES: 463
LENGTH OF PENIS: 18.3 centimeters
AMOUNT OF PIG COCK SHOVED UP YOUR CUNT: 8.47 meters
ESTIMATED EJACULATE VOLUME: 1.2 liters
YOUR ORGASMS: 1
Then the video shifted to Syl raping her ass.
TOTAL FUCKING TIME: 7 minutes, 21 seconds
STROKES: 682
LENGTH OF PENIS: 12 centimeters
AMOUNT OF DICK YOUR ASS TOOK: 8.1 meters
ESTIMATED EJACULATE VOLUME: 5.3 cc
YOUR ORGASMS: 0
TOTAL PURCHASES OF THIS VIDEO TO DATE: 497,387
As Rina watched, horrified, that last number incremented.
The video looped, and Rina blushed then stared away from the screen. She felt no need to relive the experiences of the night before, and didnt feel even remotely able to process the fact that so far nearly a half a million people had watched the recording of her rapes and had probably been jacking off to her victimization. Thank the stars Klara is offplanet Rina thought, looking for at least some tiny bit of good news.
The shower hadnt included a toothbrush and though shed tried to brush her teeth with her finger Rina thought she could still taste Ambers cunt and asshole. Her her own pussy and asshole still felt overly large, sore, and tender from the abuse theyd suffered the night before.
The shower also hadnt included soap or shampoo, and the room lacked anything that could be used as a hairbrush. She couldnt see herself, but Rina knew her hair was a rats nest, and somehow that final indignation seemed more than she could bear.
She cried a little as she waited, but was dry eyed later, and then bored. With nothing to do but watch the video of her own rape repeated endlessly, Rina found that the boredom was so great that when guards, not Deen and Amber, opened the door and ordered her out she was actually grateful. Despite wondering if they were there to rape her, and despite knowing that even if they werent they wouldnt be leading her anywhere nice it seemed better than the boredom of just waiting.
As they walked down the corridor, one guard in front of her and the other behind, Rina found that she was still capable of being embarrassed about her nakedness, and she blushed as they passed various people going about their business. Most seemed not to pay much attention, but a few stared openly at her tits or pussy.
Eventually they reached a large audience room where dozens of people sat or stood while a band played quietly in one corner. Rinas blush deepened as she was pushed into the room and several eyes turned her way. She covered her pussy and breasts with her hands, then realized how ridiculous that looked and stood straight, hands at her sides, and tried to pretend that she wanted to be naked. The blush that heated her cheeks and breasts proved she didnt, but she tried to ignore that too.
Despite the presence of an attractive naked woman, the focus of everyones attention was a muscular young Hutt on a couch against the back wall. In front of him and a bit to the left stood a slender Human woman with stylishly cut hair dressed in a formal suit who looked briefly at a data slate then looked up and spoke in Huttese. Ah, the next item is the disposition of the traitor mighty TelRo. The womans accent was slightly clipped, her voice was a pleasant low contralto.
The guards pushed Rina forward and TelRo looked her up and down. Hmph. He gestured with one hand. Come here slut, let me see you up close. He spoke Huttese in the deep, rumbling, voice common to his species.
Trembling, Rina moved to within arms reach of the Hutt. He grabbed her hair and pulled her against him. Rina cringed, repulsed, as her naked body was pressed against his lumpy and sticky green skin. Open your mouth.
Rina obeyed, and suddenly the Hutt shoved his tongue past her teeth and down her throat. It was long enough to easily reach the back of her throat, almost as big as her hand, and covered in thick and extremely foul tasting saliva. She gagged a bit and her eyes watered, but long practice at deep throating kept her from vomiting. TelRo tickled the back of her throat with the tip of his tongue, but while she twitched and gagged more she managed to keep herself from puking on him. TelRo withdrew his tongue, then Rina gasped as one of his fat fingers slid up into her cunt, and at the same time another into her asshole.
He finger banged her painfully for a moment, then pulled out and held his hand to Rinas face. Without hesitating a moment, Rina began sucking and licking TelRos fingers as if they were the most delicious, most desirable, things in the galaxy. The acrid taste of his own sweat and skin was enough that she couldnt taste anything else, and at the moment shed have welcomed the flavor of her own pussy, or even her asshole, over the taste of Hutt. After letting her suck his fingers like they were little dicks for a few seconds, TelRo removed his hand, wiped it on her chest, and gently pushed her away.
What do you think Jayce? She seems obedient enough but youre a better judge of Human looks than me, keep her? As TelRo spoke, Rina looked down at her feet with her face burning in shame. It was then that she noticed the faint lines in the floor. She was standing on a trapdoor. Slightly panicked she looked up and saw that one of TelRos hands was resting on a control panel, and one finger was idly tapping the cover on a large red button.
The slender woman walked around Rina, examining her carefully. She examined Rinas nipples and breasts, then pinched and prodded them to check their firmness. Bend over and spread. Rina obeyed, and the other woman squatted down to get a better view of her pussy and anus. The pussy too, open it wide. Rina noticed that during the examination the other woman was very careful not to step on the trapdoor.
Finally Jayce spoke. She is quite good looking and youve been short one slave in your harem since that incident last month. The acklay was fed yesterday, but could probably manage another meal if youd rather just buy a new slave.
Do you speak Huttese cunt? TelRo idly flipped the cover off the button.
Yes master. Rina was shaking uncontrollably now and addressing TelRo as master had happened without any thought at all. It had taken a massive effort of will not to collapse and beg for her life.
The Hutt considered matters for a moment then flipped the cover back down over the button with, what seemed to Rina, a bit of regret. Send her to Loretta, why buy a new slave when one comes so willingly?
Very well. Jayce turned to the guards who had brought Rina into the audience chamber and spoke Basic. Take her to the harem, no delays. |
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### General Disclaimer ###
I dont own Star Wars. George did and then he sold it to Mickey. I wasnt involved in any of that. I have no rights at all to any Star Wars intellectual property. This story is either legal under parody laws or it violates Mickeys IP and if thats the case I have a message for Mickey: I dont have money so suing me wont do any good.
The following story is filled with graphic descriptions of sex. It is pornography. If you dont want to read that or it is illegal for you to read porn in your jurisdiction then Id suggest you stop reading now.
Virtually every single character in this story is a highly attractive bisexual with a high libido and no inhibitions to speak of and a willingness to hop into bed with just about anyone because its porn thats the way porn is.
The individual chapters will be marked with story codes and content notices so you wont accidentally stumble across something that squicks you or triggers you, but in general this story involves a lot of sex, sex between men and women, sex between women and women, sex between men and men, sex between members of different species. Sometimes it even involves sex between Humanoids and Hutts or people and droids. Or people and animals. You have been warned. If hot Twilek on Rodian action offends you, you might want to stop reading now.
It also sometimes involves torture and rape. In true Star Wars fashion no one ever suffers any lasting psychological harm from being tortured and while they may have been screaming for mercy a moment ago theyll be trading quips and feeling perfectly fine right afterward. Likewise theres no lasting trauma about rape, characters are raped, sometimes they cum while theyre being raped, and they dont like being raped but afterward no one has flashbacks, or PTSD, or ever feels traumatized or damaged and it certainly doesnt prevent them from wanting to hop in the sack with the next available sentient being or in any other way make them feel weird about sex at all.
There is no snuff, there is no gore, there is no guro, but there is rape and torture and BDSM and spanking.
The story starts light, and never goes grimdark, but just so no one gets whiplash here and feels mislead or that the story started one way and went a direction they werent expecting: through the series there will be a mix of consensual sex, coerced sex, outright rape, torture, consensual BDSM, and so on.
It is my intention to write masturbation fodder for perverts like me who get off on stuff like this. It is not intended at all to downplay the fact that in reality rape and torture frequently cause lasting psychological harm to the victims.
And since its a Star Wars story theres lots of explosions, murder, meyhem, spaceships whizzing away at the last second, cliffhangers resolved through totally implausible means, people killing scads of bad guys and never once feeling any regret or having trauma from that, names that are truly preposterous (Cad Bane? Seriously? Was Badguy McBaddington already taken?) and all that other stuff that makes Star Wars fun. And a lot of sex.
### Disclaimer for Star Wars fans ###
Yes, this is Star Wars fanfic, or erotic fanfic anyway.
But
While I consider myself a Star Wars fan (saw the first movie when I was just turned three!) I never got into the EU. Ive watched all the movies, Ive watched Clone Wars (both versions), Ive watched Rebels, I played SW:TOR for a while, I even played the tabletop RPG, but thats it. I never read the novels or comic books. I had to check Wookiepedia to even know what wupiupi were.
Im taking certain liberties with the universe, some deliberately, some simply due to not knowing all the EU/Legends stuff, or even really any of it. Ive tried to be relatively consistent with the movies, and since this is set during the time of the Old Republic (I settled on 3640BBY for the starting year) Ive been going mostly by what the game has to say about the Old Republic and that time.
Sometimes some things I dig up through Wookiepedia. Other things Im just making up what seems like it works and matches lore from the movies and shows. Some things Im going my way on because the official stuff makes no sense. For example the population of Nar Shaddaa as listed on Wookiepedia wouldnt even result in a planetary population density equal to modern Tokyo, much less be an ecumenopolis built of hundreds of stories tall buildings. So I unilaterally bumped it up a couple orders of magnitude to fit what it looked like in the game and shows. Nar Shaddaa in this story has a population of around 15 trillion, Coruscant has a population of around 30 trillion. No smaller population would result in a planet/city looking like that.
Some things, I simply went against established lore deliberately because it worked better for my story that way. For example, Im aware that it is now canon that Hutts have two sexes, that seemed boring so I went with the old EU idea that they were hermaphrodites like real world gastropods.
So to the Star Wars true fans, Im sorry. If you wanted a fully EU/Legends compatible bit of wank material written by someone who was extremely careful about all the EU stuff these arent the porns youre looking for.
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Chapter 2: Changes
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Rina brought a fresh round of drinks to Dhep Vee, a stocky Rodian wearing a heavy blaster slung on his hip in a well worn holster. He and three other mercenaries were playing sabacc at table five while they argued over whether to take a job guarding a spice shipment. Dhep took his drink, and held out a trugut coin as a tip.
Rina snuggled against him to take it, in the week shed been working at the Tavern she had learned that the more she could touch customers the more they tended to tip. All except the guy who occasionally sat at table 16 in the corner, he always took one of the small tables at the edge of the room so Rina had never waited on him, but the other servers said while he gave good tips he didnt respond to flirting.
Hed been there almost every day for the week Rina had worked at the Tavern, and he was there now, eyes alert and flicking from person to person, seeming to try to take in everything. He was a vaguely handsome pale skinned Human man with medium length sandy brown hair. His clothing was nothing special, simple brown robes over pale tan pants and tunic. His eyes flicked over Rina with none of the ogling she got from the other customers, which vaguely offended her.
Rina shrugged mentally, he was probably just a snitch looking for info or someone to sell info to. Though usually they were all about the sex.
Mmmmm Thanks sugar, need anything else? She asked. Her tables were well in hand, table four had just gotten drinks and hadnt encouraged her to stay, table six was eating their drinks filled. The band was playing a slower number and Tommy was dancing on the main stage, his large erect cock bouncing free now that hed taken off his g-string. Rina saw Shakka leading a tall Duros woman up the stairs as she glanced around the room.
Dhep smiled a bit and pulled Rina close. One hand circled her waist, the other stroked up and down her thigh, the tips of his fingers tickling the bottom of her pussy on each upstroke.
He put his head close to her ear and spoke softly. I hope you wont take this the wrong way, but Im feeling a bit tense. All this gambling you know.
Rina nodded sympathetically and sat on his lap, her left hand stroking Dheps erect cock through his pants.
Is there anything I could do that might help you relax? I know all about releasing tension Rina thought it sounded cheesy when she said it, like a porn where the actors awkwardly read through some lines before they got down to the fucking, but it seemed to be what Dhep was looking for since hed started it. Pretty soon a pizza delivery man will arrive and Ill be all out of money, Rina thought as she gazed adoringly at Dhep.
He pushed his chair back, and urged her to slide down under the table. Two peggat coins appeared, as if by magic, in his hand under the table where she could see but his companions couldnt. Rina knelt on the floor, unbuckled his belt, and pulled his cock out of his pants. The floor was smooth and clean, if a bit hard under her knees.
Rina felt sure that she was soaking her panties through, Rock would probably notice as he put them in the wash and that thought also excited her even more. Every time she saw him Rock greeted her with leers and ribald comments. She still hadnt figured out if the droid really was attracted to organics or not, but just the thought of him seeing her panties so wet and knowing why they got that way sent a wave of shameful, embarrassed, horniness through her that almost made her cum. In a way she almost hoped he wasnt really attracted to her, that hed be disgusted at the state of her panties and the work hed have to do to clean them.
Despite working at the Tavern for a week, this was the first time a customer had tried to buy sex from her, though all of them had been groping her. Even with Dheps porno talk Rina was excited at the idea of sucking cock for money. Somehow it felt more real, more exciting, more degrading, more amazing,more squalid, more uplifting, than the outcalls she had done two years ago.
Like most Rodians, Dheps penis was only about half as long as the average Human penis, though like most Rodians his penis was also about twice as thick as the average Human penis. His hand gently touched the back of her head and guided her face into his crotch. He was already hard, and Rina started by licking up and down his shaft, flicking her tongue across the opening at the head of his prick each time.
Above her head the sabacc game went on. Dhep raised, and Rina opened her mouth wide to begin sucking his cock in earnest. Her first boyfriend had been Rodian, so she thought shed be used to the girth of Dheps cock in her mouth. But she had been thirteen the last time shed sucked Rodian dick, so she was six years out of practice and she found her jaw started aching a bit almost as soon as Dheps penis slid past her teeth and over her tongue.
As she bobbed her head up and down, swirling her tongue across the tip of the cock in her mouth, Rinas right hand stole down to her crotch, pushing her bicolored panties aside to give her access so she could begin rubbing her clit as she sucked.
Glancing out of the corners of her eyes Rina saw several patrons looking at her while she had a dick in her mouth and her fingers rubbing her hard wet clit and the fresh surge of humiliation and perverse pride and sleaziness their looks made her feel pushed her over the edge and she came a little.
Dhep tried to continued playing the game as if Rina werent under the table sucking him off, but the occasional catch in his voice and his increasingly irregular breathing showed Rinas skill. After just a few minutes, he dropped his cards on the table and pushed her head down with a deep groan as he came.
His cum was much, much, thicker than Human cum, as was typical for Rodians, and seemed more to ooze out of his penis than shoot. And, as Rina remembered, Rodian cum was also slightly sweet rather than salty. It came out in a long, slow, push and Rina swallowed repeatedly as it flooded her mouth. As Dhep came in her mouth, Rina frigged herself to another small orgasm of her own, one fueled mostly by the knowledge that shed just sucked off a stranger in plain sight of anyone who cared to watch.
While she pushed her panties back into place, Rina made sure shed licked Dheps cock clean. After a few more licks and sucks, she put his penis back in his pants, buckled his belt, and crawled out from under the table as gracefully as she could manage. She noticed several nearby patrons smiling, or leering, as they resumed what theyd been doing before stopping to watch her sucking cock. Another wave of that odd mixture of embarrassment and lust surged through Rina, she knew she was blushing a bit, but the shame and excitement also made her clit twitch again and sent still more moisture into her already sopping panties.
Rina made a show of patting her lips with a napkin before bending down to kiss Dhep on the cheek. Then, loving the businesslike way the transaction had taken place, the power she felt in sucking a guy off then just leaving like it was nothing, she walked off with a lot more sway in her hips than was strictly necessary. Table six looked ready for more drinks.
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Klara giggled as she watched the tiny droid Shakka had taken out of her purse dragging her glass back towards her. Its so strong for such a small one, where did you get it?
I built it, Shakka said. I like droids and Im good with my hands. Most of my droids I buy, but sometimes I get an idea and put one together. Hes supposed to help me keep my purse organized but he does look cute trying to move a glass bigger than he is.
Rina, Shakka, and Klara were in Rina and Klaras apartment. They had finished the spicy Toydarian tapas Rina had ordered from a place in her neighborhood she knew was good. She and Shakka were sharing a bottle of wine while Klara drank Fizzyglug.
Wow! Klara said. Shed taken a liking to Shakka almost immediately after meeting her. Youre an engineer too?
What? Shakka coughed on her drink. No, Im just a dancer. Im nowhere near good enough to be a real engineer, I just play with droids a bit. Anyone could do it.
Klara looked doubtful, but was too polite to contradict their guest. Im impressed anyway. I know a bit of programming but Ive never been good with the mechanical side of things.
Rina says youre studying physics?
Yes, Klara looked down at the droid, she wanted to be honest but she didnt want to brag. Im studying hypermatter right now, not for school they dont teach that kind of stuff at my school, for when I go to college.
Now Im impressed, I never did much beyond tensor calculus.
Now that Im at the Tavern, shes leaving for Mrlsst next Primeday. Klara tested in last year, but we didnt have the money then. Fortunately theyre starting a new semester in less than a week. Rina looked both a bit worried and proud.
I still say I should wait another semester, let the money situation stabilize. Im rushing off so fast, that shuttle leaves in just three days and I dont want to leave you so soon.
Klara, if we dont act now you might never-
The door chimed, cutting off Rinas rehashing of their argument. Klara jumped up to get. A slightly gawky teenage Human boy with shoulder length blond hair greeted Klara. Hi Klara, you ready?
Yes! Klara looked back at Shakka. It was nice to meet you Shakka. And Ive got all my schoolwork done Rina so dont worry. Ill be back in a few hours. Come on Jeremy!
Boyfriend? Shakka asked after the door closed behind them.
Yeah, hes an ok guy. Better than my first boyfriend. Or my second. Or my third. Or, well, any of mine. I think hes a bit boring, but hes just thirteen same as Klara, so maybe he just hasnt grown up enough to be interesting.
Shakka laughed. Does he always wear that brown shirt and green jacket combo?
I have literally never seen him without it. Or those cargo shorts. I think he has a closet full of identical outfits.
Are they Shakka made a lewd gesture with her lekku.
Rina shrugged. Theyre doing something that Klara likes well enough she let her grades slip. She didnt even let her grades slip after mom and dad died, so whatever hes doing he must be doing something right.
Im her guardian but not her mom, you know? And I was doing plenty with my first boyfriend at her age so as long as shes happy Im happy.
I dont press her for details, they go out, she comes back happy and glowing, so Im happy. As long as she does her school work and keeps her grads up I dont think its really my business. After we talked about her grades, Rina gestured to the paddle on the table in the corner, she cut back on her time with Jeremy a bit and took her school work seriously again.
Ouch. I bet she did.
You Humans are so I dont want to say prude really because that sounds impolite, but closed or secret or something about sex. To us Twileks sex is just part of life. My family talked about it like anything else, they always knew what I was doing and with whom. Mom gave me tips on oral and my big brother some advice on how to take it up the ass. Being all embarrassed about sex is a Human thing I guess.
Rina blushed. I guess so. I cant imagine talking to Klara about how Jeremy is in bed, much less giving her tips.
Shakka giggled. So you didnt tell her about that Rodian?
No! Rina blushed. Did you see?
You did very well for an amateur. Shakka tried to look superior, then giggled again. I just saw a little, but he seemed to like it. Anyway, lets hit the gym, gotta keep the bod in shape if Im going to keep selling it.
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Rina tried not to squirm as the dark skinned mans finger pushed into her anus, though the thickness of the finger made that a bit difficult. Lucas Bars was a well built Human with dark brown skin, a bald head, a carefully maintained goatee, and a wicked smile that had made Rina melt from the first time she saw him.
She had been sitting on his lap, ostensibly taking his order, chatting with him about the specials and the band and pretending he wasnt tickling her pussy and asshole through her thong when he had pushed her thong aside and started slowly, but persistently, pushing a finger into her butt.
She probably would have let him do it regardless, Rina had been hot and bothered all day and while anal wasnt her favorite thing it was fun enough, but the credits he slipped into her bra made her cooperation a sure thing.
So she leaned back against his chest and enjoyed the finger he was now sliding in and out of her asshole while she did her best to act like it wasnt there.
She was sufficiently distracted, and probably so was Lucas, that she didnt notice the Human woman approaching the table until she sat down opposite them. Lucas finger suddenly stopped moving, and he went very still.
Bars. The woman nodded at him, she was weathered and tough looking, blond hair cut short, and muscular with a shirt tight over her biceps and showing off her cleavage. You should have changed your habits. All the others thought youd be too smart to come back to the Tavern, but I always figured you were too dumb for your own good. With the price Shiju put on your head I can afford to retire! The woman had a blaster half concealed in her half cloak pointed at Lucas, though Rina couldnt help but notice that she was in the line of fire too.
Ril! Lucas said, trying to sound glad to see her. My favorite bounty hunter. The problem is, this time Ive got the money. Theres no need for Shiju to be after me. Yes I had to dump the spice that one time but Ive made up the money since then. Why else would I be celebrating here? I was going to stop by Shijus place after I finished here and pay him every credit I owe, honest.
Except for the fact that she was in the line of fire it was exactly the sort of scenario Rina found hot. And, despite being in the line of fire, her pussy tingled with excitement, though she didnt really notice due to sheer terror.
Lucas left index finger stayed up Rinas ass, though he hadnt resumed fucking her with it, and she noticed his other hand slowly creeping towards the blaster on his hip. Tiny and Elane were moving quietly around towards Rils back, but Rina didnt think theyd get there in time.
Ril snorted. Sure you were. Goodbye Lucas.
Rinas eyes slammed shut, there was a flash visible through her eyelids, a wash of heat over the right side of her body, the sound of a blaster firing, and the smell of scorched meat. Her anus clenched and Lucas finger stiffened in her ass. She didnt feel any pain, Ril must have missed her.
With an effort of will, Rina forced her eyes open and saw Ril dead with a shot through her chest. Lucas gently pulled his finger out of her asshole.
I always shoot first, it keeps people from complaining. Sorry about the scare sweetie. Here. He took a smooth credit stick from his pocket, and before Rina could notice what he was doing, hed slid his hand back under her skirt and pushed the cool cylinder up where his finger had been a moment before. Rina shivered, both from fear and the unexpected but not entirely unwanted violation.
Sorry about the mess, he added to Tiny and Elane. Didnt think any trouble would follow me here.
The Tavern doesnt blame you, but we would appreciate it if you left for a time, Mr. Bars Rina hadnt noticed Syl approaching and jumped at the sound of his voice. No hard feelings, but Telro and Shiju will need to discuss matters. This will be simplified if you arent a guest.
Lucas stood, helping Rina to her feet. Of course, he gave a small bow to Rina when Im welcome again Id love to pick up where we left off. He handed a credit stick to Syl. For the mess, and a round for your customers to make up for the trouble.
Syl watched him leave, then turned to Rina. Id like to speak with you in my office, Elane please ask Jackie and Collin to cover Rinas tables for the rest of her shift.
How are you feeling? Syl was seated behind his desk, and had waved Rina into the chair opposite him.
Um Shaky but ok I guess. Ive never had a blaster pointed at me before. The hard credit chip in her butt was distracting Rina, she hadnt had time to take it out before following Syl into his office. It was weird, she thought, to be concerned about something as unimportant as a small credit stick in her ass when shed just had a near death experience, but for some reason her mind seemed focused on it.
It doesnt happen often around here, customers dont come to the Tavern to fight most of the time. But I wont lie and say it doesnt happen sometimes. This wont make up for things, but I do give combat bonuses when theyre deserved. Syl pushed a credit stick across the table, and Rina had to control her face when she saw the little digital readout said it was worth 2,000 credits.
If you decide to quit after this, Id regret it. Youve done well since you got here and I hope this incident wont scare you off.
But theres no grudge if you do quit, like I said we dont get shootouts here often but they do happen, sometimes that doesnt seem real to people until theyve been through one and then they decide theyd rather have a job somewhere else. Theres never any bad feelings about it from my end.
I dont want to quit. In fact, now that her heart was beginning to slow down to normal, Rina noticed that she was flushed with excitement and feeling decidedly horny.
Glad to hear it. Take the rest of the day off though, you deserve a break. Syl held up a hand. No excuses. We cant have a waitress collapsing from adrenaline letdown. Go get changed and Ill see you tomorrow. Syl turned to his terminal and began typing at high speed.
In the changing room Rina undressed, then squatted and with a squeeze and a finger pulled the credit stick out of her butt then rinsed it off at the sink. Rock leered and gave her a wolf whistle, but she ignored him. The stick from her ass had 1,000 credits showing, causing her to give a whistle of her own. Shed made more than enough for Klaras passage to Mrlsst, and a semester of room and board, that day alone.
Seriously though, how are you holding up? Rock asked as Rina dropped her costume off with him.
Im ok. Really. It was scary but Im ok and Ill be back tomorrow. Id have worked the rest of the shift but Syl insisted.
Im glad he did, Shakka said, coming in from the hall. She was naked, her her outfit and some money in her hands. Sometimes people feel ok for a while then panic. Are you going to be OK going home alone? I can take you and keep you company.
No, Im fine. I promise, Im not just putting up some strong front. Im fine. Really!
Shakka gave her a hug. OK, but com me if you need company.
Rina started the short walk to the train station in a bit of a daze, and only really started paying attention her surroundings when she heard the ugly and threatening tone of a person nearby.
Whatcha got for us rustbucket?
Just a few meters down a small alleyway, Rina saw three Human teenagers in shiny fake leather standing around an astromech droid. Two boys, probably only fifteen or so, and a girl who was around the same age. One boy gave he droid a shove, and it rolled a few decimeters and bumped the alley wall with a clang.
It whistled and beeped loudly, Rina couldnt tell if it was trying to get her attention or say something to the teens.
Hey! Rina had shouted without thought. What are you doing?
Fuck off bitch, the girl said. Were busy over here.
Yeah, fuck off, added the taller of the two boys. Unless you want some of what were going to give him!
Rina sighed, then pulled the stunner out of her purse and shot the taller boy in a single motion shed practiced thousands of times at the range. The ring of energy hit him square in the chest and he collapsed. A thrill went through Rina, it had been so perfect.
The girl screamed You shot Ken!
The thrill was even bigger as Rina realized the girl thought shed killed her friend, the horror and pain in her voice had been almost sexual to Rina. A feeling of power filled her, white hot and just barely under her control. The urge to shoot the other two was strong, and the urge to hurt them, to rob them, to rape them, to force them to do something theyd hate was stronger. Then Rina realized that shed seen the droid before, it had been leaving TelRos the day she got hired, and the surprise of that helped her turn away from her darker impulses.
Hes fine, its just a stunner. Rina gestured with the gun Get him out of here or Ill stun you all and leave you for Security.
For a moment it seemed as if the remaining two, now aware that Rina couldnt kill them, would try something and Rinas knuckles whitened on the grip of her stunner as she considered just shooting them to avoid problems. Then the girl sighed and seemed to shrink as she slumped.
Whatever. Youre not worth the trouble. Droid lover! she spat and made a rude gesture, then without another word she and the boy dragged Ken down the alley, around a corner, and out of sight.
Rina glanced around, a bit afraid that they might have friends nearby. The street was all but empty though, a small clot of business people almost a hundred meters away were the only other people she could see. For the second time that day, her heartbeat slowed from an adrenaline fueled hammering and she took a moment to breathe deeply and compose herself.
You ok little guy? She asked, approaching the droid..
He bleeped happily. Sorry, I dont speak binary. But Im glad I could help. Are you going to be all right getting back home? Rina smiled a bit, remembering that Shakka had asked her the same question just a few minutes ago.
The droid bobbed in what seemed like a nod, bleeped and whistled, then took off up the street toward TelRos. Rina secured her stunner back in its holster in her purse and the rest of her trip home was uneventful.
She never noticed the man lurking in a shadow who had watched the whole thing. He wore the same drab, vaguely monklike, clothes he had for the weeks hed been at the Tavern. He nodded minutely to himself, as if hed made up his mind about something, then pulled up the hood of his plain brown robes and expertly tailed her for the rest of her trip home.
After taking an express train a quarter of the way around the planet in a trip that took just a few minutes, Rina had to take a second, vastly slower, train for almost as long just to travel the dozen kilometers it took to get to the somewhat run down apartment block where she lived. It wasnt a prosperous neighborhood, but it wasnt criminal either. Most of the people living there made their money doing manual labor beside droids in factories or at the docks loading and unloading freighters. Rina kept the stunner in her purse on principle, and was glad shed had it today, but had never felt unsafe in her neighborhood.
There was almost no graffiti, and while the walls didnt gleam like they did near the Tavern, they were at least clean and no litter accumulated in the passageways. They were twenty levels from the ground, and forty from open sky, but the air circulated and the lights were bright.
Rina swiped her card to get in to the foyer, and a wave of tiredness seemed to sweep over her as she got on the elevator that would take her to her floor. Adrenaline rush ending I guess, both rushes. What a day, she thought as she slowly walked down the hall to apartment 47. Taking rest of the shift off was a good idea, glad Syl insisted.
She swiped her card and the door slid open.
Klara was on her elbows and knees, her ass pointed towards the door, her legs spread wide, her bald pussy gaping slightly open, and her asshole filled with Jeremys cock. Jeremy was pumping in and out, a slightly wet sucking noise accompanying Klaras gasping on each thrust.
Rina stared, transfixed. She knew she ought to leave, but the sight of her sister being sodomized held her in place. Klara gave a grunt as Jeremys dick pushed all the way into her, then a happy little moan as he pulled out for another thrust.
The door slid shut and at the sound Jeremy jerked out in a panic, looking around and spotting Rina. He blushed. Apparently hed been about to come as his penis gave a series of twitches and stream after stream of his white jizz shot out to land on the dinner table while his blush darkened. Klaras asshole gaped for a moment, bright red inside contrasting with the light tan of her ass and the darker tan of her anus as it slowly closed.
Awww, whyd you- Klara broke off as she looked behind her and saw Rina standing in the door. Her legs thrashed as Klara tried to cover herself and sit up at the same time. I- Um-
Rina held up her hands and said Im sorry. Then turned around, walked back into the hallway, and let the door slide shut behind her again.
Suddenly she was laughing hysterically. Her brush with death, her feeling of being a badass with a blaster, how hot the sight of the two fucking had been, how wrong it had been to get hot watching her little sister getting fucked, the stricken look on Jeremys face, the shocked look on Klaras face, the jizz dripping off his cock and onto the table (@her@ side of the table too dammit!), it all seemed almost unbearably funny. After a few moments though, she was able to compose herself, and not long afterward the door opened and Jeremy, fully if hurriedly dressed, came slinking out.
He looked at Rina and blushed deeply. Rina arched an eyebrow at him as he opened his mouth to say something, then he visibly gave up and walked away so fast he was practically running.
Rina giggled a little, then swiped the card again and stepped inside as the door opened.
Klara, still naked, was standing in the middle of the room looking at the floor and holding the paddle in her hands. At the sound of Rina entering the apartment she didnt look up, but did hold out the paddle.
Whats that for?
Klara looked up startled, still blushing bright red. My punishment?
For what? Are your grades dropping again?
No
Then why would I punish you? Enjoy yourself! Just clean off the table, k? Your boyfriend, your mess.
Mess?
Rina pointed at the pearly white jizz congealing where her plate normally sat and Klara blushed even darker. Chuba! Ill get that right away!
No hurry, dinner isnt for a while. Take your time. Heck get dressed first if you feel like it.
Really, Klara, calm down. Klara had started towards the sink, then back to the table, then towards the closet in a flurry of panicky indecisive movements. Im not mad. We just need a sock on the door or something. I knew you guys were having sex months ago. I was screwing my boyfriends at your age too. This is why we got you the shot remember?
I Klara took a deep breath. Yeah. I was panicking I guess. She opened the closet and pulled on a pair of panties, then a large T-shirt. Arent you home awfully early?
Oh! Yeah. I am. Nothing important, I just felt a little sick so they told me to go home. Rina felt a bit bad lying to Klara but didnt want her worrying about her job at the Tavern again, especially since she was leaving so soon.
OK. Ummm. I am leaving soon so Im going to find Jeremy and finish his goodbye? Ok?
Rina laughed a little. Sure! Have fun and dont do anything I wouldnt do.
What dont you do? Klara asked with a grin.
A moment later Klara was out the door, and Rina undressed to take a quick shower. But as she did she noticed that her cunt ached with need, and her panties were sopping wet. The thrill of the days adventures suddenly seemed less dangerous and a lot hotter. Coupled with the sudden flash into her mind of Klara being so throughly sodomized, Rina almost came without even touching herself.
Humming to herself, Rina dug her Huvicko Magic Wand out of the bottom of her underwear drawer, plugged it in, and pushed the vibrating head against her clit. Less than ten seconds passed before her toes curled, and she gasped as her first orgasm hit.
Without worrying about how long it would be before Klara came back, Rina turned off the Magic Wand and began stroking her pussy with one hand while pinching her nipples with the other. A moment later she pushed a finger up her butt, remembering Lucas finger there, and the thrill of danger as she had stared down the muzzle of the bounty hunters gun. She jammed her finger in and out of her tight anus roughly, trying to recapture the feel of Lucas violating her ass.
Her mind drifted as she masturbated, now remembering the punks shed shot. Memory turned to fantasy, in her minds eye she saw herself shooting the first with a real blaster, then forcing the other two to undress. The girl wept as Rina made her friend rape her, then it was his turn and he cried in pain as she sodomized him with her blaster while sitting on the girls face.
Her hands worked frantically, and she stiffened again as her second orgasm blasted all thought from her head.
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I dont think hell ever look me in the eye again! Rina laughed as she finished telling Shakka about interrupting her sister and Jeremy the day before and Jeremys silent departure. You should have seen the look on his face!
Shakka shook her head and chuckled politely, she knew abstractly that it had been embarrassing for all three of the Humans, but emotionally the humor just didnt click for her. Teenagers, she said are nothing but giant walking Ids. I mean, so are adults, but teens dont hide it as well.
Rina nodded and finished dressing. Shakka was already as dressed as she planned on being for her first number and was wearing a nearly transparent orange leotard that contrasted nicely with her sky blue skin, and sequins in a few strategic places that drew attention to her nipples and pussy rather than trying to hide them.
Anyway, even without the laugh Im glad I went home, Rina said. You were right, I almost fell asleep on the train. She hadnt mentioned her encounter with the teenagers to anyone yet and wasnt sure she was ever going to tell anyone. Her rush of hate filled desire, the thought of how close she had come to doing something to the thugs, and her dark fantasies later had scared her a little.
The morning passed quickly, and a little after getting back from lunch Rina found herself taking an order while Hoss, a Gamorrean mercenary, played with her pussy through her panties. His companions were a mixed lot, a Human woman, a Rodian man, and a Davaronian woman. When Rina brought them their drinks, the Gamorrean gave her a nice tip and she sat on his lap to kiss his cheek. One of his hands cupped her breast and pinched her nipple gently, the other found its way up her skirt and started pushing her panties to the side so he could feel her pussy directly.
Rina allowed her own hands to wander, and stroked his cock a little through his pants. He tried to push her to her knees under the table, but Rina stood up instead. Sorry Hoss, she said. Ive got tables to get to. But let me talk to a friend! She twitched her butt as she walked away, pleasantly aware of the eyes on her.
Then, slightly less pleasantly aware, as she noticed the snitch was back at table 16, as always looking over the room in a way that casually managed to sweep everything every few seconds. She wondered why he came to the Tavern if he didnt care for the scenery. He didnt ogle anybody regardless of race or sex.
Shakka had just finished a dance, but none of her admirers were ready for a trip up the stairs. Rina swayed up to her friend and gave her a hug so she could whisper. Ive got a horny Gamorrean at one of my tables, want him?
A moment later the two were at Rinas table, and Shakka was leaning in to kiss his snout while his hands rested on her ass. Not long after, Rina watched as Hoss and Shakka vanished upstairs.
She looked over her tables, all had gotten food, all had their glasses topped up, she had a few minutes before anyone was likely to miss her. Feeling a bit creepy and guilty, Rina hurried through the dressing room, pausing only to say hi to Tommy as he toweled off from his most recent shower, and up the stairs.
Rina hadnt spent much time upstairs, but she knew her way around. Unless there was a special request, Shakka usually took her clients to room 4. The music wasnt as loud upstairs, and as she moved as quietly as she could through the hall she could hear a moaning coming from room 6 and a rhythmic thumping from room 1.
Room 4s door was closed, but not all the way, and Rina peeked through the narrow opening. Shakka was naked and on her knees, Hoss long thin dick in her mouth. He had one of her lekku in each hand and was using them to guide Shakkas mouth up and down on his cock. The tips of her lekku shook and danced as Shakka bobbed her head up and down on the olive drab cock, her lips tight around it, her tongue flicking over the head.
With each thrust, Hoss went deeper into Shakkas throat and soon her eyes were watering, her mascara running a bit, and she was making gagging noises as the Gamorreans dick rammed past her tongue and down her throat.
Rinas hand slipped inside her panties and she rubbed alongside her clit watching her friend deep throat Hoss. She could actually see a bulge in Shakkas throat moving as Shakka deep throated him.
Finally, Hoss pulled back on Shakkas lekku to pull his cock out of her throat, and dropped them. She knelt between his legs and nuzzled his cock, which was now shiny with her saliva. Shakka smiled up at him, then slowly rose, dragging her breasts and nipples across his cock and chest, to give him a sloppy kiss with lots of tongue. Rina felt almost repelled, Hoss was so ugly, Shakka so beautiful. Somehow her kiss seemed more intimate, more in touch with his ugliness, than her sucking his cock had been.
It seemed to her that Shakka, so beautiful, so smooth, was being degraded by serving the lusts of Hoss, so ugly, so warty, so slimy. Mmmmmm, lick that filthy Gammorian tongue she caught herself thinking then she shook her head. That thought had seemed like she was like an Imperial, or some other speciest. No, Im a good person. Its not that hes Gamorrian, its just that hes ugly and shes pretty that makes it so hot and degrading. His species is irrelevant. Rina didnt think she was lying to herself.
Then Rina forgot about her argument with herself as Shakka twirled away from Hoss, and knelt on the bed with her legs wide apart wiggling her naked ass at him. Come on Hoss, Shakka slapped her ass and spread her knees even further apart, ride me!
As Hoss climbed onto the bed behind her friend, Rina appreciated the view. Shakkas pussy was swollen, moist, and a slightly darker blue than the rest of her skin. Where it gaped open Rina could see inside to her glistening deep sapphire vagina and almost indigo clit standing proudly erect. Shakkas asshole was also a darker blue than the rest of her skin, a navy pucker that Rina realized she would love to see filled with dick.
It was then that Rina realized there was a mirror at the front of the bed, and that Shakka was watching her. Rina blushed deeply and started to turn and leave quickly when Shakka winked at her and smiled. Then she closed her eyes and moaned as Hoss dick slipped between her lips and he pushed it slowly into her vagina.
Twilek women, Rina knew, have the most flexible vaginae in the galaxy. They can squeeze down on the smallest cock, or relax to easily take a monster dick that not even the greatest Human size queen could take. Now she saw that Shakkas pussy was also deeper than a Humans. Hoss would have bottomed out, his dick head painfully ramming into the cervix of a Human woman, but Shakka took his full length and sighed deeply as he filled her.
As Rina watched, Hoss slowly pulled all the way out of Shakka, leaving her lips spread wide and her vagina gaping a bit, then he slowly slid his cock back into her until his hips met her buttocks.
Rina had expected the Gamorrean to fuck Shakka wildly, but for a long time he seemed content to slide slowly in and out, taking his time and savoring every millimeter of Shakkas cunt. While he gently and slowly fucked her, Hoss let his hands roam. He somewhat roughly manhandled her clit while Shakka gasped and her cunt spasmed around his cock, he squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples, he licked and pulled on her lekku like their tips were tiny dicks and Shakka shuddered and came while he continued to slowly sink in all the way, then pull out all the way.
Rina came herself, seeing her friend orgasm while the Gamorrean gently fucked her, and she almost collapsed as her knees went weak.
Then Hoss pushed Shakkas head down into the pillows and he slowly started fucking faster and faster until he was pumping with the sort of speed and urgency that Rina had imagined hed have from the beginning. Thick, meaty, smacking noises came from the room, and covered Rinas small moan as she rubbed around her clit urgently. Rina looked to the mirror again, meeting Shakkas eyes as her friend watched her masturbate. That pushed Rina over the edge again, and this time she did slowly sink to her knees as her orgasm washed over her.
As she recovered, gently caressing her cunt, Rina watched as Hoss thrusts became even faster and more urgent. Wanna come on my face lover? Shakka gasped as her body shook with the force of Hoss fucking. In answer, Hoss pulled out and roughly pulled Shakke up by one of her lekku, she gasped in mingled pleasure and pain, but took Hoss dick in her hand and started pumping up and down across the head. Then she gasped again as the first spurt of his thick, pearly white, cum blasted across her face, most hitting her left cheek. She adjusted his aim and opened her mouth wide in time for the second spurt to go straight onto her waiting tongue and down her throat. Hoss was looking into Shakkas eyes, groaning and shuddering as he came, and came, and came.
Rina was shocked, shed known intellectually that Gamorreans came lots but seeing it in person was something else. It was like watching a bukkake, but all the cum was from a single person. Soon Shakkas face was totally glazed, cum dripped down her chin to her cum covered tits, and still Hoss came. Shakka kept licking and working his dick with both hands, and directed his next spurts of cum to her the top of her head and along her lekku. The whole time he was cumming on her, Shakka kept one hand rubbing her clit, and she began to cum too as the sticky white jizz continued to spray onto her.
Hoss was wimpering now, his breath coming in ragged gasps that sounded almost painful, as finally he shot his last into Shakkas mouth, and his orgasm slowly wound down. Shakka kept slowly pumping his cock, sucking it gently, rubbing it on her cum drenched breasts and face as it finally began to go flaccid and limp again.
Hoss grunted and squealed something, Rina had been studying Gamorrean a bit but she didnt understand him. Shakka apparently did.
Thanks Hoss, it was good for me too. I love it when you come on me! Shakka wiped cum away from her eyes and smiled up sweetly at her client. Want a kiss now cutie? she joked. Somewhat to her surprise Hoss bent low and kissed her deeply, their tongues intertwining as some of the cum on Shakkas face rubbed off on his snout.
Mmmmm Thanks again lover. The shower is over there, she gestured to small cubicle off the main room.
Hoss said something and gave Shakka a smack on the butt as she bent over to pick her costume and payment, then he turned on the hot water and stepped into the shower.
Rina shrank back as Shakka came out, cum dripping off her breasts and lekku and onto the floor. Hi! She whispered, I see you enjoyed the show! Rina blushed again, remembering what Shakka must have seen. Shakka ran a finger along her left nipple, picking up a thick coating of cum. Want some? She held her finger out to Rina who hesitated and then gingerly stuck out her tongue to taste it.
Somewhat to her surprise while Gamorrean cum, or at least Hoss cum, was much saltier than Human cum, it had no unpleasant flavor or scent. She licked Shakkas finger again, then Shakka put it in her own mouth and sucked off the rest with apparent relish.
The two walked back to the rear stairs, still speaking softly. I really do love it when a Gamorrean cums on me. Its good in me too, Shakka said considering, but I like it best shooting all over me, theres just something that relaxes me about it. I did a Gamorrean bukkake holo once and I thought I was going to drown! she smiled at the memory then gave Rina a sticky, salty, peck on the lips.
Youve got to get back to your tables sweets, and Ive got to shower all this lovely stuff off and get back to work myself.
Rina nodded, still not quite trusting her voice, still blushing, then waved to Shakka and brushed past Rock (who was staring unashamedly at them both), and back to her tables.
The rest of the shift passed in a bit of a blur for Rina, she felt achingly horny despite her two orgasms while shed spied on Shakka. She also felt ashamed, both of spying on her friend and the fact that shed loved the thought of Shakka being degraded and abused even if she hadnt actually been either degraded or abused. After the shift ended and theyd changed, Rina gathered her courage and spoke to Shakka.
Um About earlier, Im sorry.
What for? Shakka looked puzzled for a moment. Oh! You mean peeping on me? Youre my friend Rina. Id let you do just about anything you want to with me. So if you like watching me work I want you to watch. Well, as long as you take care of your tables too, I dont want you fired.
Rina blinked and tried to think of an answer.
Rina? Hello? Shakka waved her hand in front of Rinas face.
Sorry, just Im sorry I dont know what to say.
Im easy, Shakka giggled a little at her unintentional joke, take all the time you need. How about we talk tomorrow over dinner? Id stay today for however long you need but my great grandmother is visiting and if Im late thered be a fuss. Dinner tomorrow, k?
Rina nodded and with a quick hug Shakka was out the door and hurrying away to her train. Rina took her time getting her things together, the second shift started while she dithered, and about ten minutes later than she normally did Rina too was out the door.
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The spaceport was crowded with Humans and non-Humans, no Hutt deigned to use public spaceports of course, but every other common species in the galaxy seemed jammed into the halls. The usual bronze of Nar Shaddaa construction was covered with holograms advertising tourist destinations, holograms pointing to various terminals, and even actual physical paint on some of the walls pointing the way to the ports services in Basic, Huttese, and several other languages.
Klara, Rina, and Shakka moved through the bustling crowd with minimal fuss. Klaras bags had been handed over to service droids for loading into her shuttle and she carried only a backpack loaded with what shed need for the two days of the journey.
The platform they were headed towards was dominated by a large passenger shuttle being fueled and prepped by a group of droids and burly looking organics. They joined a line which was slowly moving forward as a Rodian man took boarding passes and directed passengers to their seats.
Ill send you messages whenever I can, Rina said.
I know you will. But dont spend too much on it, Id rather you saved the money so you can get there faster.
Rina shrugged. Ill try. Im going to miss you so much though. Youll be ok, right?
Klara grinned at the reversal, after weeks of Rina encouraging her to go she found her sisters sudden concern touching. Ill be fine. You paid for the semester, Ive got everything I need. Now that she was about to set off, Klara found that she was excited about her trip and future.
After a final hug, Klara boarded the shuttle with a wave back at her sister and Shakka. Rina waved as her sister looked back, keeping a cheerful face with an effort.
Moments later the doors had closed, the was shuttle floating away from the spaceport, and Rina found herself being hugged by Shakka as she cried.
I know its the right thing. I know it. But I miss her already! she wailed.
Shakka made comforting noises and patted her back. Shell be ok, youll be ok.
A few minutes later Rina had composed herself and they left the spaceport. The two went to Rinas apartment. Rina ate ice cream and watched her favorite episodes of Smugglers Run, which Shakka found a bit boring but pretended to enjoy for Rinas sake.
After too much ice cream, too much alcohol, and too little sleep, Rina dragged herself awake. She and Shakka had gone to sleep far later than Rina normally did. Shakka had stayed the night, and was snoring almost demurely sprawled on the bedding next to Rina. After she woke Shakka was looking a bit worse for wear herself, but after a shower and some strong tea she seemed to perk up.
Rinas shift went by normally, she tried to lose herself in the debauchery, but it was difficult. Still, she thought as she got undressed at the end of her shift, I got tipped like normal so I guess I was ok. I can do this.
After theyd changed back into their street clothes, Rina gave Shakka hug goodbye and they went their separate ways. Halfway to the train station a man spoke from a shadowed archway. Excuse me, Ms. Horada?
Her hand casually moved into her purse as Rina peered into the shadows. Yes?
The man stepped out of the shadows, and even before she saw his face his unusual plain brown robes identified him. But what would a snitch want with me? And how did he know my last name? She wondered.
My name is Ryleve Mathsin, Ive been in the Tavern most days for a few weeks. Ive been looking for some help and I think you may be the right person to ask. His voice was smooth and on the deeper side of tenor, with a slight accent Rina couldnt place. It sounded pleasant, but Rina was disappointed. She had hoped for something new and different to distract her from Klaras departure. Another customer trying to pick her up was not new, and and while it still sent an almost electric jolt through her clit it wasnt the sort of excitement she was looking for at that moment.
Oh. Sorry I dont do outcalls. Rina started to turn back to the station.
I saw you deal with those thugs last night, he said and Rina stopped suddenly. It showed bravery and nobility, two qualities always in short supply and Im in dire need of both right now.
Rina looked back at the man. He pushed his robe to one side, and she saw a complex looking metal cylinder hanging from his belt. A lightsaber? Rina thought with a sudden surge of excitement. She had never seen one in person, though shed seen plenty in adventure holos.
Mathsin let his robe fall back into place. The Council has sent me here on a desperate mission, and I will fail unless I can find help. Please, will you hear me out?
Rina felt her heart pounding. In some ways she felt as if shed been waiting her whole life for this, or something like it anyway. Y- yes! She looked around conspiratorially before turning back to the Jedi. Is it ok to talk here?
It should be, as long as were brief. Last week we got word that there are Sith operating here outside their remit. The Hutt Cartel allows both the Republic and the Empire only very limited access to Nar Shaddaa, and kidnapping force sensitive children is not permitted. Weve found some rumors thats what the Sith are doing, and if I can get proof we may be able not only to save some of the younglings, but also convince the Cartel to evict the Sith entirely.
But only if I can get proof, and thats where Ive run into problems. I know the Sith agent is meeting with some local slavers in conference room Besh at the Tavern day after tomorrow, probably to discuss ways to get the children offplanet. But I cant get up there to plant a bug. Thats where you come in. You work at the Tavern, you have access.
Rina hesitated. I dont know Then she thought about her life, her ambitions, she didnt want to be the kind of person who would let children be kidnapped for who knows what sort of horrors the Sith had planned. She had wanted a change, some excitement, and here were both wrapped up in a heroic package. No. I do know. Ill do it!
Mathsin smiled. Good! And here, I could never trust someone who would only help for money, but the Order doesnt let good deeds go unrewarded. He passed her a pouch. One hundred and sixty peggat, Im sure you can put it to better use than the spice pusher I took it from.
It was only with an effort of will that Rina didnt shout. That was over 6,000 credits, enough to pay for almost all of Klaras schooling!
The bug was barely larger than a button, but the next day at work it felt huge in Rinas purse. She had arrived a bit late, gave Shakka a quick hug and hurried to change, palming the bug and slipping it into her left boot as she put it on.
Originally Rina had thought of putting the bug in her bra or panties, but while at an ordinary waitressing gig those places would be secure at the Tavern of course that would be impractical.
Feeling as if she were being watched, Rina did her best to act normal, flirting, hustling for tips, and slutting it up as much as she could. Her tips were about the same as normal, so she decided she was doing a good job of hiding her nervousness.
It was fortunate, she decided, that her sister had left and that shed gotten into the habit of sneaking up to the 2nd floor to watch Shakka with her clients. Rina felt that the first would excuse any odd behavior, while the second made her trip up to the 2nd floor nothing out of the ordinary. Then she felt guilty for thinking of her sister and friend as a means to an end.
Regardless of her feelings though, Rina waited until her tables were quiet, and Shakka was headed upstairs with a handsome sandy haired Human man with pale skin and a large blaster on his hip. After one final check to make sure she wasnt needed at her tables, Rina ducked into the changing room, and up the staff stairs.
As always, the upper floor was softly lit. The sound of frantic fucking came from room 3, and as she passed she peeked through the crack to see Tommy Salami fucking a slender Bothan woman with a gold and black pelt. She almost giggled when she thought that they were doing it doggie style.
In room 4, Shakka was on her back, legs wrapped around her client, and he was pumping in and out of her as energetically. Shakka was pushing her hips up with every thrust while she used her hands on the mans nipples. The contrast between his pale pink penis, and the sapphire blue of Shakkas pussy drew Rinas eye. She watched for a time, idly rubbing her slit through her panties, then shook herself and moved on.
The conference rooms were at the end of the corridor, Rina had been in both of them a few times, bringing drinks. Aureks door was closed, a red light glowing over it indicating that it was in use and the clients did not wish to be disturbed. The door to Besh was open, and Rina walked in as if she had perfectly legitimate business inside.
Quickly she pulled the bug out of her boot and stuck it to the underside of the table. With a final glance around, Rina left. On her way back downstairs she peeked in on Shakka again, and found her friend riding the sandy haired man reverse cowgirl style. Shakka smiled at her and leaned back, giving Rina a perfect view of the mans cock buried deep in her friends cunt.
Blushing again, Rina waved and went on.
The rest of her shift passed quickly, she saw Shakka go upstairs with two other clients, but wasnt able to get away to peek on her again.
At the end of her shift, Rina had just finished changing back into her street clothes when Sil came into the locker room.
Rina, Sil said, I need to talk to you for a moment, please come to my office.
Despite her guilty conscience Rina wasnt worried, Syl often spoke with her or the other staff. She followed Syl out of the changing room, Tommy Salami was stepping out of the showers, and down the short corridor to his office. When she closed the door behind her, Rina was briefly surprised to see Tiny in the office. Then he punched her in the jaw and she was too busy being unconscious to be surprised by anything.
Continued in chapter 3, in which things go badly for Rina |
Television Guy's Sex Stories
Volume 4: Star Trek Voyager - Forbidden Frontier
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Naomi Wildman/Neelix, oral, first, young
Summary: With's Kes' departure starting to affect Neelix after five
years on Voyager, he needs an outlet for his strong Talaxian
urges. When Samantha asks him to babysit Naomi, it's an
offer Don Ambassador can't refuse!
Ever since accepting Samantha Wildman's offer for him to serve as
Naomi's godfather, Neelix had found a whole new world of fatherly
duties open up to him. These challenges facilitated acceptance as a
viable member of Voyager's crew as well as brought him the comfort and
warmth he had missed since losing both his home and spouse.
One especially rememberable morning, his young charge's mother was
suddenly given a shift change that would have left the child alone for
some time. Ever the good-hearted, he offered quite readily to stop by
and watch the girl for a few hours. It would give him some time away
from the mess hall, and more importantly, help him bond with the fair
lass whom he was growing so fond of.
Upon arriving, however, Neelix found himself at a complete loss at
how to entertain Naomi for any length of time. He tried a plethora of
kids' games from his region of the Delta Quadrant, but none seemed up
to the task of placating her. Exasperated, the Talaxian slunk back into
one of the plush couches and sighed wearily. "So?" he asked wearily.
"What *do* you want to do?"
Naomi instantly brightened at the idea of deciding her own fate. "I
don't know if I'm supposed to..." she replied coyly, trying to hide a
wide smile behind her cherubic face.
"Oh, come on..." Neelix insisted, leaning forward to listen more
closely. He assumed the little girl wanted some sweets from the
replicator, or perhaps a trip to the holodeck. What she asked for,
however, was rather unorthodox.
"Well..." Naomi started, sidling over on her knees, still wearing
the same cute expression. "After Mommy had me, the Captain had an Earth
shower installed in our quarters. Something about her being the only
mother on board and deserving special privileges. Anyway, we're not
supposed to use it too often because it wastes water, but it's *so*
much nicer than a sonic shower! Come on... please, Neelix?"
"If you don't tell Samantha, I won't..." the elder male replied
with a slick grin. "Go ahead and have some fun. "
Once reassured, Naomi stood up and approached Neelix, planting a
tender kiss on one of his cheeks. Blushing mildly, he shooed her away
with a quick wave and reached over to grab one of the PADDs on the
coffee table. He intended to merely occupy himself while his beautiful
godchild bathed, but the sudden sound of metal clasps opening broke
into his attention just a few seconds later. The shock of what he saw
caused him to drop the fragile device noisily to the ground.
As he watched, the slender tyke snapped the buttons of her red
overalls. The straps fell apart easily, sliding down her back and chest
and forcing her amalgam of friend and guardian to stir noticeably. It
suddenly dawned on Neelix that Naomi was far too precocious a child to
have developed any qualms about undressing in front of others.
"Um, honey..." he stammered unconvincingly, trying to fathom a
reason why she should stop. "You really shouldn't..."
"Mom keeps telling me I'm too big to need help..." the blonde
female prattled innocently, totally ignoring Neelix's comment. "But I
think she keeps on forgetting that I only *look* older than I really
am. You understand, right? Wasn't Kes just like me?"
***
Neelix softened a moment at his beloved's name, understanding the
striking similarities between the two in a moment. Both had like hair
colors and the genetic disposition for noticeably shorter life spans
than the rest of the crew. The main difference, of course, was that he
had been regularly shafting one, and trying to do likewise to the other
would probably result in him getting thrown into the brig for the rest
of Voyager's return trip home.
Not that he hadn't thought it about on rare occasions, though. On
Neelix's homeworld, sexual activity was far less repressed than in the
federation. He had enjoyed exploring his sister Alixia's body quite
frequently while growing up, although intercourse itself among family
members was still frowned upon even in the relatively liberal Talaxian
society. Living on a starship populated mostly by humans had quickly
taught him to repress such urgings, but they weren't entirely without
an outlet.
After Kes had left him, Neelix found the holodeck to be the most
efficient way to let off some masculine steam. She had been such a
wonderful lover -- the Ocampa were relatively immature in matters of
intimacy, and he enjoyed her innocent charm a great deal. Kes was
completely submissive in bed, allowing her lover to pretty much do
anything he wanted. Once that magic was gone, the horny Talaxian had
tried to re-create his mate in photons and light, but instead found the
encounters more depressing than erotic.
Instead, he attempted uploading various other female crewmembers
into his illicit programs, knowing the practice was frowned upon but
not really enforced much. On a whim once, Neelix created a character in
the likeness of Naomi Wildman and uploaded her into the Adventures of
Flotter program. He had been there with the real child many times of
course, but never able to take such liberties. After making quite sure
that the entrance was firmly code-locked, he undressed his unwitting
creation and ordered the two holographic guides to shaft her senseless.
The fictional Naomi had been programmed to be reluctant at losing
her virginity, but eventually grateful after realizing how good sex
felt. After watching her get knocked up quite a few times, Neelix was
more than willing to risk getting in on the action himself and quickly
whisked his goons away before taking their place. Bending the small
female over a log, he rammed his stiff rod into her upended cunt,
continuing to pump her freshly-deflowered hole until the blonde
juvenile started moaning, erupting in her tiny depths only after the
preteen had enjoyed an orgasm of her own.
Afterwards, the debauchery continued for as long as his allotted
hour held out. Neelix rested for only a little while, staring brazenly
at the ravished youth panting and leaking his cum. Unable to recover in
a satisfactory enough length of time, he politely asked Naomi to suck
him back to an erection, then pulled her atop his prick to enjoy her
sweet honeypot a second time.
The rest of the program was a haze of erotic images -- Neelix
laying on top of Naomi and wildly fucking her as she screamed out his
name, another blow job in which he allowed himself to explode in her
delicate mouth, and finally being able to cram his cock into her tight
ass and fill her nether hole with warm cream. Cooing deliciously with
another climax, the spent preadolescent begged for another round even
as her partner hurried to encrypt any traces of his deeds in the
databanks before clearing the grid.
Since then, Neelix had lived in fear that someone would discover
what he was doing on the holodeck, but it seemed he was in the clear.
Still, the experience had left a lasting impression on him. He had
never quite seen the angelic child in the same way again, but prided
himself on so far never attempting to imbibe in the real thing and
relying solely on his holographic fantasies. All that changed the
second Naomi's request came to a head.
***
Coming out of his flashback, the seated Talaxian discovered she had
already stepped out of her trousers, revealing a pair of children's
panties in a fey green. Neelix was unable to help but stare at the
clearly visible imprint of a virgin slit underneath the cottony fabric,
the realization slowly dawning that there was no way he would be able
to resist such forbidden fruit any longer.
Showing no embarrassment whatsoever, Naomi casually pulled her
brown shirt completely off and proudly displayed her bare chest.
Tightening the grip on his armrest, Neelix stared shamelessly at the
child's undeveloped breasts, her creamy skin capped by a tiny pair of
nipples that would normally not know the delicate caress of a tongue
for years to come. He wanted only to get closer and take the twin
mounds into his mouth and taste his little girl's flesh, but managed to
stop himself until he could think of a better plan to channel the
half-nude kid's naivete.
"Sure you don't mind?" Neelix asked with a chuckle, trying to
downplay the seriousness of what she was asking him to do.
"Why not?" Naomi shot back cheerfully, bending over and pulling her
underwear off. As if aware she was bestowing on the elder male a truly
rare sight, the innocuous preteen burst out into a wide smile as her
pussy was revealed. "If *you* can't see me naked, then who can?"
Putting her hands on her hips and spreading her legs apart in just
the slightest bit, the sexy youth attempted to convey a sense of mild
annoyance, but only managed to instead give Neelix a better view of her
unabashed girlhood. Smooth and hairless, her bare cunny was puffy with
the fat of childhood, puckered shut as if daring him to coax it open
with a large prick. Naomi giggled upon finally catching him staring at
her crotch, but made no effort to deny him.
"You shouldn't stare, Neelix!" she admonished lightly, turning
around and letting his gaze wander across her small buttocks. Not
realizing what she was doing, Naomi stepped out of her shoes and bent
over to remove her socks, showing off the most sensual position so far.
Her babysitter nearly croaked at the amazing fortune of seeing his
goddaughter's slit part open for a fleeting moment, then rapidly got to
his feet in an effort to jump-start the proceedings.
"Lead the way, Naomi..." he murmured, wiping his forehead to try
and clear away the accumulated sweat.
Smirking delightfully, the denuded nymph left the pool of clothing
and sprinted across her quarters, Neelix following rapidly behind as if
this were a tenuous dream, and losing sight of her would cause it to
fade away into excruciating consciousness. By the time he reached the
bathroom door, Naomi had already ordered the computer to pour forth
warm water into the shower stall before entering herself.
Turning around the door frame, Neelix was greeted by the exquisite
view of a wet, prepubescent body. Naomi stood there, twirling merrily
under the watery stream, ensuring every inch of her nubile form was
enveloped by dripping fluid. She had no idea how close she was to
having her silky flesh felt up when a sudden outcry stopped the
Talaxian dead in his tracks.
"Silly!" she tittered amusedly. "You can't come in here like that!
You'll have to take your clothes off too!"
Any last vestiges of restraint faded away the moment Naomi asked
him to disrobe. Suddenly, the lingering fears about the Captain (or,
God forbid, Samantha) discovering this illegal interlude seemed to be
distant and insignificant. Without so much as an iota of contention
from the primitive recesses of his brain, Neelix breathed deeply and
began to undress.
His unauthorized starfleet uniform slowly forming a ragtag pile on
the bathroom floor, the roused Talaxian managed to break out into a
sizeable grin as he lowered his trousers in one swoop, releasing the
thick monster Naomi had no doubt wanted to see. He knew she would not
have any knowledge of erections just yet, and was pleased to see the
youth's eyes widen and mouth gape open as he menacingly brandished his
fat member.
"Let's get started, then..." Neelix announced boldly, stepping into
the cascading stream along with his bewildered charge. Not bothering to
wait for a response, he grabbed a bar of soap from the raised dish.
"Come on, honey." he instructed soothingly. "Lift your leg a little so
I can wash you."
"Wow..." she finally replied breathlessly, obediently complying
while still staring at the towering phallus only a few inches in front
of her. "Your... thing... is *huge*!"
"Well..." Neelix continued calmly, trying to hide the pride he took
in her comment. "That sometimes happens when I'm around a beautiful
girl." His hands now lathered up, Voyager's chief ambassador raised
Naomi's ankle high against the wall, spreading the child's exposed,
puffy hole as far open as he dared manage. Not missing a beat, he slid
a soapy hand between her thighs and began to rub firmly.
Naomi illuminated straight away, a crimson flash spreading rapidly
across her face as her hitherto sleeping libido was finally awakened.
"That feels nice..." she purred softly, going off track for only a
fleeting moment before returning to her original train of thought.
"Do you really think I'm pretty?" she asked, gasping mid-sentence
as her vagina was stimulated. "Enough to make you excited?"
"Of course, Naomi!" Neelix shot back gleefully, rewarding her
candor with a slick hand to massage the miniscule bumps further up
along her body. "Watch!"
As the supple blonde watched in interest, he pressed his stiff rod
against her chest, letting the bulbous head throb appreciatively. Then,
Neelix imagined the most erotic thought he could muster -- if he simply
ceased all foreplay and rammed his cock up Naomi's unspoiled vise,
pummeling her holy place irregardless of all cries of alarm until he
filled her inviting womb with his potent seed. As he assumed, his
faithful tool swelled noticeably longer in expectation of being allowed
to fulfill his deepest desires.
Swooning at the realization of her body's power, Naomi allowed
herself to enjoy Neelix's ministrations for a while more before
continuing. "So what do you... do when it's like this?" she inquired
curiously, eyes fluttering open and closed as her nipples and clitoris
throbbed with intense gratification.
"I usually have to play with it a bit." Neelix answered decisively,
his extremeties moving in ever-wider circles to cover more of Naomi's
skin in slippery suds.
"Do you..." she asked in a halter, allowing the question to trail
off into nothingness. He already knew what she wanted to ask, and cut
his goddaughter off before she could finish.
"Only if you want..." he answered quietly, halting the washing
before standing straight up and allowing his member to dangle in front
of Naomi's bright eyes. Almost surreally, she eagerly grasped the
extended rod, squeezing it tight with her tiny hand and causing Neelix
to inhale sharply. Encouraged, the young girl began sliding her hands
up and down its length, quickly realizing how much such a simple
gesture meant to her godfather.
Switching to two hands, Naomi made a circle with her thumb and
pointer fingers, pulling exquisitely on Neelix's penis with a pleasant
grin on her face. The eager vixen had no idea, of course, that even
girls that *were* as old as she looked were prohibited from doing such
adult things, and the forbidden nature of this tempt of fate made the
experience all the more thrilling.
"You're... very good at this, Naomi!" he squeaked out, watching in
awe as his long phallus grew even wider from the inexperienced girl's
nimble hand-job.
"Thanks, Neelix!" the little girl replied cheerfully, totally
unaware of the social taboo attached to the seemingly innocent favor
she was performing.
"But..." the Talaxian continued slyly, helping Naomi to smoothly
stroke his manhood. "You know what would make me feel *really* good?"
"What?" she asked naively, flashing her baby blues at him. And,
just by glancing at those dainty sparkles of blue in her cherubic face,
Neelix knew he had clinched the deal to his most darkest fantasy. If he
wanted, he could have simply pressed her to the wall and forced his
thick tool up her immature passage until she was dripping obscene
amounts of cum. By now, Naomi understood that this strange ritual made
her godfather beyond happy and was perfectly willing to partake. This
pleased the lecherous male to no end, but knowing so only made him
realize that he could be much more open with her and really enjoy
himself.
"Let me show you..." Neelix instructed gently, guiding his manhood
and her hands to rub the tip across her chest as the warm spray of
water from overhead quickly cleared away the soapy residue. As Naomi
watched in awe, he gripped the beefy tool and began sliding it up her
body, straining to resist popping it right inside her delicate mouth.
Anxious and interested, she giggled a bit as the bulging head
snaked up her neck and cheeks, travelling in lazy circles around her
features while drawing ever closer to the girl's facial orifice. When
it finally came to rest caught between the twin ridges of her mouth,
Naomi knew what she was supposed to do by instinct. Her oral passage
opened willingly, allowing Neelix the freedom to blissfully slip his
pole inside.
"That's right..." he complimented her, sighing with deep content
while steadily pushing forward, allowing his niece to get used to the
task. She was smiling innocently as the meaty hunk pressed in slowly,
not at all concerned that something so large could easily choke her.
Neelix was not about to let such a thought enter her mind on during
this most delicate of situations, so he painstakingly slowed just
before the point where it would have become uncomfortable, wedged a
good deal past her stretched, pink lips.
"Now, just bring your head back a bit..." the Talaxian continued,
eyes squinting as she did so with titillating finesse, caressing the
underside of his shaft with her tongue until he directed her to cease
just shy it popping out. With a shocking bolt of dull horror, Neelix
realized he had already palmed her scalp without even thinking about
it. He was only able to hope now that his own self-restraint would
prevent him from energetically deep-throating the poor child once his
sex drive got going.
"Mmmph..." Naomi said muffledly as she went back down on his cock,
slurping unsophisticatedly as the fleshy pole disappeared back inside
before pulling off to speak. "Like this?"
"Oh, sweetie..." Neelix responded approvingly as she dutifully
fellated him with stunning passion. "That's it, yes! Now... use your
hands too..."
Without even waiting for further guidance, the blonde vixen locked
her tiny fingers around the base of his prick and began fisting and
sucking with charming inexpertise. She was too weak to hurt him even
when using full force, and the sexy sight of a little girl trying
furiously to get him off made Neelix's heartrate begin to speed up
significantly. It took a few seconds, but soon Naomi was able to time
her motions well enough to get the rhythm down. The honorary ensign's
mouth acted as a gentle vacuum gliding up and down Neelix's phallus
while her petite palm jacked the rest.
"Naomi..." he groaned, gripping the side of the shower stall to
prevent slipping during the critical moment. "Ooh, that's wonderful!
Keep going honey, I'm almost there..."
In a series of melodious "mmm", "mmm" sounds, the lithe female
continued her blowjob, bobbing her head up and down on his penis as a
woman possessed. Her eyes were shut now, all concentration focused
intensely on the job at hand. Neelix, though, was wide alert and
frothing with excitement, amazed that his goddaughter's naivete made
this act infinitely superior compared to Kes' lackluster attempts.
"You've got to... stop..." Neelix spurt out, his free arm flailing
feebly to try and finish the job himself. He didn't know what she would
think if he let himself shoot her mouth full of slimy cum, and was
still in enough control of his faculties to realize it.
Vainly, Voyager's cultural ambassador made an effort to swat her
away politely, but Naomi seemed to believe it was only a part of the
game. Hunching up to his crotch closer, she wrapped both hands around
the hilt of his tool and pumped swiftly and surely while the bulbous
protrusion pulsated gleefully within her tight mouth. Neelix was in no
condition to refuse her offer.
Emitting a brazen yell as his climax peaked, the Talaxian found
himself unable to resist holding Naomi's long hair firmly as the
floodgates burst. She made a stifled gasp in surprise as the first
blasts of hot cream spilled inside, then tried right away to back off.
Neelix realized his wrongdoing, but managed to release her only after
the unaware minor had swallowed quite a bit of his semen.
Shocked, but not overly offended, Naomi stood mutely before her
elder partner as he swiftly moved to finish. Her jaw dropped open as
his pistoning arm loosed yet more torrents of sperm across her face,
some flying straight between her open lips and splattering inside,
mixing with the viscous fluid already deposited there. Other gobs
landed all over her cherubic features, forming a veritable coat of
manly goo that dripped from the juvenile's hair down through her
cheeks, chin, and nose.
Neelix rested against the wall and slid gently down the slick
surface as his prick dribbled its last, ending up on his butt at the
shower floor. Naomi still said not a thing, rolling her tongue around
thoughtfully while tasting the proof of her first oral sex experience.
With agonizingly slow speed, the spent man craned his neck, expecting
the worst. He was sure he'd turned her off, and would soon be told that
he was a disgusting, dirty old man for asking her to submit to such a
terrible thing.
Instead, Naomi ran her hands along her face, absorbing the spunk
into her skin. When she took them away, she was beaming, staring at the
mess that covered her skin with obvious reverence.
"Jeez, Neelix..." she broke suddenly. "That was fun!"
"Aw, come here..." her godfather beckoned with great relief, taking
her into his lap. She grabbed his dick gingerly, propping the phallus
up against her pelvis as she settled into hug him, the tip slapping
wetly against her stomach and jerking faintly as it came so near the
place it was meant for. The decision was instant and decisive. "It's
time, Naomi..." the Talaxian announced.
"For what?" his darling angel replied sweetly, peering into his
soul with her eyes.
"Now we get to have sex..." Neelix finished with finality.
***
"Are you sure this is okay?" Naomi asked, her voice tinged with
worry for the first time since the whole ordeal began. She was now
holding the wall with her hands, legs spread apart to present her sweet
honeypot to her uncle. He was already a step ahead with his flaccid
member stuck between her thighs, rubbing it along the length of her
cunny to restore the life her frantic ministrations had sucked dry.
"It'll be a tight fit..." Neelix answered truthfully, feeling up
Naomi's backside and marveling at the creamy texture of her youthful
skin. Watching for her reaction, he placed a finger at the entrance to
her chastity and deftly shoved it in. "But you're a big girl, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so..." she replied, wincing as the insistent probe
explored her inner recesses for a few seconds before withdrawing with a
slick sound. Before, she had been in control of exactly how far she was
letting Neelix teach her, but now it appeared he would be piloting from
here on out.
"Just move up a little bit, Naomi..." he said gently, holding his
nude charge's hips to adjust her position to one suited for rear-entry.
She complied without question, raising her fanny and displaying the
pink opening he was about to roughly penetrate. Neelix was finishing up
preparing her for easy entry by rubbing the tip of his tool all over
her rosy gash. In no time her privates were slick with the remainder of
his spunk and perfectly ready to accept a fat cock.
"Then here we go!" the lecherous male announced proudly, steadying
himself and pushing forward in a deeply aroused daze. Naomi tensed up
as she felt her labia bulge outwards, moving her hands to opposite
corners of the stall for leverage as her virgin sanctum was pierced.
Like all Ktarians, she had no hymen to impede the invading phallus, but
her youthful chastity was more than enough to make copulating quite an
ordeal. "Unnnngh... you're so *warm*!" he spat out in awe.
Grunting emphatically as Neelix wedged himself into her crack even
deeper, Naomi extended her legs further without thinking, gasping
sharply when he sank in with a rush to the halfway point. "Go slower!"
she commanded feebly, wincing a worry caused her little hole to become
even more constrictive than usual. Her elder lover took due note of the
effect, overwhelmed by how securely the vaginal walls were seizing him.
It would have taken a phaser set to full stun to separate the two at
this point.
"I can't, honey..." he answered haltingly. "It feels so nice!" With
indocile force, Neelix stretched Naomi's already-stuffed twat as he
continued to force his way into her, causing the petite girl to shudder
dramatically from the pressure in her cramped quim. He was nearly
completely inside his goddaughter's most private place now, the
mushroom-shaped head of his penis nearly brushing by her uterus.
"Neelix..." she moaned laboriously, flexing her vaginal muscles
most erotically as his pubic hair tickled her bare mound. "It's too
much..."
"Just a little bit more..." he assured his delightfully naive
charge, grunting in effort as his bulging member bottomed out in her
vestal cavity. Naomi let out a gasping cry as he filled her to the
utmost, brain too addled with sensation to even attempt anything but
just processing the experience. "There we go..." he added with
satisfied finality, at last feeling the hilt of his tool come to rest
at the cushiony barrier of the child's swollen vulva.
"Wow, Naomi!" Neelix announced, flexing his dick mightily as he
peered down between their conjoined forms. "You took it all!" Indeed,
the small girl's pristine slit was engorged impossibly large now,
straining just to accommodate such a large invader.
"Oh, thanks..." the young tyke answered, diffident as to how
exactly she should respond to such a lewd compliment.
"Ready, then?" he continued, much more insistently than before. To
stress himself, the virile alien began rocking his pelvis slowly into
Naomi's while still lodged way inside of her, relishing his cute mate's
unabashed efforts to do likewise. His manhood throbbed strongly in her
confined slot, churning inside the forbidden depths with much
restraint. Even still, she seemed to be at least warming up to sex.
"I guess..." she replied in a calmer tone, this time much more
sure of herself. Naomi just couldn't bear to refuse even something that
hurt a little bit if it meant her uncle having so much fun. The little
girl could already feel her hole loosening up nicely, expanding to fit
snugly around Neelix's cock while he plowed her dainty passage.
Waiting for no further sign of approval, the lecherous adult
pressed his diminutive partner's bare buttocks away to separate their
intertwined genitals. He couldn't help but marvel at the way her
privates sucked so delightfully on his rod as he exited, almost as if
her vagina was imploring him to stay inside. Neelix allowed the tight
ring of muscle to appease his manhood from hilt to tip, stopping just
before the thick head was about to pop out. Naomi's reddened pussy was
about to get just what it was instinctively asking for.
"Ahhhhh..." the limber youth moaned upon sensing her nether orifice
suddenly fill again with a great rush. Neelix slid inside much faster
this time, pressing hard to try and bury himself in with one thrust,
but Naomi displayed remarkable resilience, impeding his ingress easily
by contracting her tender vice without even thinking. Smiling proudly,
the Talaxian waited for her to adjust, then pulled out and slipped it
to her once again, penetrating far deeper before her loins balked.
It took a few attempts, but soon the pair was able to more or less
mate in the proper way. Naomi bucked each time the fleshy mass slid
home, unable to truly prepare herself for having her most holy area
vigorously assailed, but still managed to stay the course even as the
increased tempo turned her labia crimson from the friction.
"Are we... almost... done yet...?" Naomi asked laboriously, her
staccato outbursts marked by a pause with every insistent prodding at
her undeveloped cervix. The child was clearly stressed out by the task
she had formerly agreed to, but asked the question in such a way as to
not rule out her further acquiescence to performing.
"Oh my, no!" Neelix replied sadly, reaching down to caress the
bulge his prick was making in her belly. "We're just getting started!"
His exigent demeanor, however, seemed to give way immediately after.
It suddenly occurred to Voyager's chief ambassador that perhaps the
reason Naomi was so adverse to participating in hardcore intercourse
was that he was introducing her to the entirely wrong position for a
girl to lose her virginity. Although he had enjoyed her splendid body
dozens of times during his holodeck rations since daring to code a
child pornography program, Neelix understood that, subconsciously, he
had banged Naomi's photon counterpart an inordinate amount of times
from behind, always seeking a quick release that so many men used their
time for. He was more than willing to change if it meant his godchild
might think better of him for taking her maidenhood.
"Here..." he offered helpfully, withdrawing for the first time
since making Naomi a woman. "Let me show you..."
Naomi felt a warm hand cup her hairless mound, and another behind
her grasp her buttocks as Neelix slowly turned her around to face him.
His thick shaft bobbed menacingly before her now-engorged slit,
expectantly awaiting return to its natural home. Gulping audibly upon
seeing how massive his cock really was next to her tiny opening, the
panting preteen looked up at her caretaker with deep apprehension.
"I never realized it was so..." Naomi started at once, unashamedly
spreading her legs apart to allow Neelix access to her girlish cunny.
Before she could finish, though, he quickly wrapped his arms around her
body for support and thrust inside, causing her to arch her back and
cry out in surprise as her immature hole was crammed full.
This time, both partners could see the obscene bulge in the young
Wildman's abdomen each time he forced his way in, a sight almost as
spectacular as the folds of Naomi's flower weakly attempting to wrap
around the penetrating force before being splayed erotically against
her inner thighs. Neelix grabbed his lover's taut behind and pulled her
towards him as they coupled together, allowing his length to pound much
deeper than before.
Panting and hot more than could be accounted for by the shower's
spray, Naomi was struggling dutifully to please her godfather, noticing
with amazement the repetitive squishy sounds emanating from her vaginal
canal interspersed with the falling water. Hoping to show appreciation
for this strange act Neelix had introduced her to, the slender girl
eased her fragile arms around his rotund belly, locking them behind his
back and smiling endearingly upon his notice.
"Oh, Naomi..." her aroused Talaxian elder groaned breathlessly,
delighted that she was trying hard to enjoy making love. His prick
swelled proudly just at the thought that she didn't mind being fucked,
and how often the two of them would get to enjoy repeating this scene
now that he had introduced her to intimacy. The impaled child let out a
rasp of overloaded sensation, but quickly adjusted, settling into an
easy rhythm to accept his thick pole.
The salacious act continued for some time, the change of position
having cooled Neelix off enough so that he could enjoy his niece's
delightful jewels for awhile longer. Now, though, he could see the
blatant effect his forceful stabbing was having on Naomi and every
delicious expression flashing across her face whenever he plunged in,
pumping her crotch with reckless abandon.
Overcome with lust, Neelix bent down low and brought his lips to
hers, pressing them together with indelible precision even though the
lower halves of their bodies were in such a mighty tango. Naomi
permitted him to kiss her, opening her mouth gracefully and locking
lips with the older man. Her forehead ridges rubbed playfully against
his brow, inciting the licentious godfather to a precipitous brink he
almost couldn't bear to suffer so soon.
"I'm gonna cum..." he croaked vertiginously, more asking permission
to than announcing so.
"Okay..." Naomi answered swiftly, looking absolutely radiant as she
steeled herself to be inseminated. Neelix increased the speed of his
pounding rod, tightening his grip on the willing preteen and slowly
pulling her closer to him. A few seconds of unbridled passion was all
he needed to careen over the edge, slamming her dainty box hard and
letting loose a hot jet of sperm into her inviting depths.
With sporadic, powerful thrusts, Voyager's chief culinary officer
let loose with spectacular energy, pinning the frazzled female to the
side of the stall and pumping for all he was worth. Naomi's rested her
head against the wall, eyes rolling back in their sockets in the face
of such a mature revelation, and also on some level dimly aware there
was something new happening in her vagina.
Neelix let out a long, high-pitched 'eehhhh" as he spewed his seed
into Naomi's belly, the crown of his rod spewing forth torrents of
sperm right up into her soon-to-be fertile womb. She panted loudly as
he filled her up, feeling a bit more of the sticky juices run down her
thighs each time he left her sopping canal for another thrust. Just
when the lithesome preteen thought she would burst from being filled
with so much cum, her satiated partner made one last heaving groan and
sheathed himself fully within his love.
***
After recovering enough from the mind-blowing climax to move once
again, Neelix peeled Naomi off the wall, amazing the shocked youngster
when he lifted her up, supported only by the firm cock her stretched
sex was impaled on. He pushed his softening tool into the giggling
child a little bit to ensure she was snugly riding him, then held her
back and ass before stepping out from under the stream that had all but
vanished from their conscious minds until now.
"I think we've wasted enough water." he announced in a mock serious
tone, escorting his smiling charge out of the bathroom and back in the
main chamber.
"We should get dressed soon..." Naomi interjected, showing
intelligence beyond her years as she was carried into her sleeping
quarters. "Mom might be back soon."
"Oh, I think we have time for one more thing..." Neelix responded,
laying the child gracefully on her in the warm confines of her own bed.
Naomi let he legs dangle open unashamedly, just as content as her
godfather to peer down at the hunk of meat still rammed up her tummy.
"But..." she protested politely, gliding over the sheets as Neelix
shafted her lightly, unable to resist enjoying such a profound gift
some more before pulling out. "I'm getting a little tired!"
"Trust me." the older male said rapidly, brushing off her concerns
and placing his hands on her lower belly. As Naomi sighed with a mix of
relief and sadness, Neelix extracted his half-erect member, marveling
at the way her thighs shivered at the curious sensation.
With a wet pop, the tip slid out, releasing the stopper that was
keeping his cream soaking in Naomi's innards. A squishy sound emanated
from her gash, and then it suddenly poured out a river of semen that
flowed onto the bedspread, dousing the area between her legs under a
pool of warm goo. At first she was shocked and horrified at soiling the
linens, closing her limbs together and covering her leaking crotch, but
Neelix quickly moved to comfort his darling girl.
"It's okay, honey..." he soothed, holding the little ensign's wrist
and running her fingers lazy circles around the white mess. "Soon
you'll be even wetter down there..."
"What...?" she asked inquisitively, not at all understanding what
was going on.
"I want to thank you, Naomi." Neelix answered in earnest. "By
showing you just how good you made me feel."
The eager youth looked directly at him for a few moments before
assenting, squirming as he began to guide a solitary digit into her
slick crack. "This better be good..." she thought glumly, unaware of
just how true her pondering would prove when he drove her to a truly
magnificent orgasm just a few short minutes later.
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The Video Gamer's Sex Stories
Volume 32: Star Wars: Galactic Battlegrounds - Geonosian Flourish
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Naat Reath/workers, oral, nc, first
Summary: Jedi padawan Naat Reath is captured by a group of Geonosian
workers on Sarapin. They'll try to get what they want, but
will it be worth the risk of pushing the young girl over the
edge and into the Dark Side?
The volcanic world of Sarapin was indeed an inhospitable place, but
neither Echuu Shen-Jon nor his young female apprentice, Naat Reeth, had
much say in the matter. Both had been ordered to establish a base on
the planet with which to take back the key energy-producing facilities
that had been destroyed prior to the Battle of Geonosis. Between the
loss of power to much of Coruscant and the deaths of many good Jedi,
Echuu was rapidly spiraling down a hasty path that would ultimately
lead to his undoing.
Not even allowing himself time to procure worker droids to assist
in establishing a beachhead, he landed his transport perilously close
to one of the few remaining Confederacy camps. The Jedi Master was
still mourning the loss of his recent padawan, Naat's older brother
Stam, and foolishly bade her to stay behind while he scouted the area
for the best possible venue to attack.
It did not take long for a mounted trooper patrolling the perimeter
to spot him, weak enough in the Force from so much pent-up grief to
severely compromise his stealth. In a moment of panic, Echuu rushed
towards the enemy's headquarters to put even more distance between his
men and the fight -- saving them but only hastening his own death. Naat
at once felt her Master's dire shock ripple through the Force and knew
the overwhelming odds he faced, but the accompanying clone troopers
wisely held her back from rushing to join him. It would have been a
futile gesture.
With the command center's batteries raining down as well as a squad
of battle droids to contend with, Echuu did not last long. Finally hit
square in the back by an explosive barrage from the installation's
turbolasers, his body shuddered out of existence to merge with the
Force. His robes, free of their corporeal support, drifted gently to
the floor before being trod upon by a squad of mounted orrays. Naat
could only stifle her tears, knowing the Republic's failure was nigh.
***
Despite the defeat of Dooku's army at the hands of the galaxy's
most skilled warriors, his droid soldiers were far from unintelligent.
Immediately after neutralizing the Jedi Master, they radiated out from
the engagement site, knowing that any reinforcements would have no
chance of escaping the lava-fenced island if they acted quickly.
Naat's bodyguards battled valiantly, but in vain. Although
genetically programmed to fight to the last man, seeing the god-like
Jedi figure fall greatly sapped their spirit. After realizing the
uselessness of the situation, the remaining men surrendered their arms,
solemnly allowing themselves to be led at gunpoint towards the enemy's
Command Center. The teenaged Jedi relinquished her lightsaber, ready to
follow, when a short, squatty Geonosian suddenly grabbed her by the arm.
A brief argument ensued, during which the worker and a battle droid
both insisted on custody of the girl. Eventually, more out of abject
confusion than anything else, the mechanical combatant gave up. It was
doubtless unfamiliar with its ally's curious insistence on handling the
matter, but Naat understood what had transpired with a chilling calm.
Jedi girls were forbidden to love as part of their oath, and that made
them highly sought after by those who relished enjoying something that
had to be taken by force.
As Naat watched with numbing horror, her cloned compatriots were
given a cursory strip of all remaining worthy equipment, then swiftly
herded into one of the camp's prefabricated shelters -- most likely for
summary liquidation. With a grimace, she wished desperately that her
training had been advanced enough to perform a force-pull of her
lightsaber from where it dangled on the Geonosian's waist. If anything,
she could have at least snapped the blade alive and thrust it through
her belly, rather than suffering enslavement at the hands of these
monsters.
She truly expected to be brought to another of the housing
structures for 'examination', and was so lost in her own woeful
thoughts that the Geonosian had dragged her halfway to the animal
nursery instead before she even noticed. Any curiosity about the odd
choice to deliver a prisoner was quickly dashed when Naat noticed that
they were no longer alone. From all over the compound, eager-looking
workers were dropping their farming implements, carbon extractors, and
hunting prods to follow. There were at least ten by the time she was
shoved roughly through the opening of the barn-shaped building, landing
in a pile against the far wall with only a bed of dirty hay to cushion
her landing.
The crowd ambled noisily in after her, not at all paying mind to
the curious chitter of a spindly Acklay peering out from one of the
stalls. Their chunky forms obscured most of the starlight from outside,
and Naat felt her sense of control slipping away as darkness closed in
around her. She knew this was it -- their dark, sunken eyes radiated
the same hungry desire she'd read from the mind from every male she'd
encountered since entering puberty, only magnified by an astounding
level of unwavering lust.
Naat expected to be already on her back, getting penetrated in
every available hole as hard and fast as the aliens could muster, but
strangely enough they seemed content to watch her cringe like a
cornered animal for the time being. Clearing room between her and the
milling crowd, the head of the group approached her with a gentle, but
insistent gait. The young Jedi tried to force a show of defiance and
will into her face, but knew he could see her cringing fear through the
facade regardless.
Already the brown-skinned humanoid was lowering his trousers,
revealing a long, knobby rod that she couldn't help but stare it. It
was bigger, rougher, and frighteningly thicker than the slim medical
instrument she had used to take care of her virginity during initial
training back on Coruscant. Naat wondered with growing dread how she
would be expected to perform orally on the massive protrusion, and of
course later have to take it up inside her delicate, unused womanhood.
As the first one stepped forward, he seemed to trigger a domino
effect among the others, who took it to mean that they were free to
approach their female bounty. Naat scooted away until her back was
firmly pressed against the wall, but the move bought her only a second
or two more of chastity before the Geonosian was in position. Grabbing
under her chin, he let one lip curl up in a pleased sneer as his
earth-toned appendage brushed lazily against her flushed face, to which
the adolescent was finally able to respond with a look of rage and
utter contempt.
Disappointed that the girl was unable to at least deal with her lot
in a properly subdued manner, the hulking male grunted indifferently,
gripping the base of his rock-hard erection and pressing it firmly into
Naat's mouth. She pursed her lips defiantly at the unwelcome intrusion,
but was able to offer little real resistance as he slowly shoved his
member into her wet cavity with a feeble, stifled objection in reply.
Even as the brute savored the sweet feeling of an inexperienced
juvenile orifice wrapped around his most sensitive area, the Geonisian
was already working his way into a rhythm of rapid thrusting. His
anxious comrades were busy as well, creeping underneath their upright
leader and lashing grubby hands out towards the seated padawan. With a
mouth stuffed full of cock, the youngster had no choice but to suck
greedily on the phallus as others began tearing away her clothes.
First to go were Naat's calf-length black pants. Not exactly ideal
for the hot clime of Sarapin, the skin-tight material clung amorously
to her legs even with strong arms pulling at the tapered cuffs. Finally
giving up in frustration, one of them started groping at her waist,
digging his fat fingers into the waistband and causing her to tremble
from feeling a presence so close to her vestal temple. It vanished
quickly, thankfully, but only because the goon had succeeded in pulling
the garment down to her ankles in a crude zig-zag fashion, leaving her
pink underwear draped tantalizingly between the young woman's knees.
Desperately, Naat brought one slender arm to bear, the other
unfortunately needed to hold herself upright. Coyly trying to cover
herself with it, she provoked only jeers and laughter from the zealous
crowd, and one quickly pried her tiny hand away to twist it painfully
behind her back while a second slipped her panties the rest of the way
off. She noticed with disgust that the ones in the back immediately
began fighting over her undergarments, taking turns pressing the frilly
material to their nostrils to deeply inhale her musky scent. Still,
that was inconsequential compared to the knowledge that now there was
nothing to prevent them from viewing her dainty cunny all they liked.
The one positive benefit of going down on a huge alien prick became
apparent as soon as the first whisper of a breeze began flowing over
Naat's exposed privates. Instantly, her sweaty, glistening thighs and
untouched vagina became the central focus of her suitors' attention,
and forceful, insistent fingers began to press into every fold and
crevice of her delicate loins. The gentle moans which escaped the Jedi
apprentice's lips every time her inner cheeks were puffed full of meat
peaked sharply at the first explosive invasion of a harsh digit into
her lightly-downed passage. Eyes snapping wide-open, Naat let loose a
mournful, guttural wail as she felt it press deeper within than her own
probing fingers had ever dared, a single sad tear welling in one eye as
she bore on giving her first blowjob, hoping it would drown out the
burning spike ramming her twat open.
Plowing his mate's mouth with vigor, the cruel worker moved his
hand from under Naat's chin to the back of her head, thrusting himself
forward mightily as she let out muffled yelps of protest at having to
perform so enthusiastically. Helpless to but let him do as he wished,
the captured Jedi continued to cry out mutely from the abrasive
treatment her poor slit was receiving. Others were fighting the first
to get their grubby fingers into her pink snatch, each invasive probe
lubricated with spit not in an effort to make the going easier, but
simply to loosen her up a bit. Besides having to put up with that most
horrendous of abasements, the ensnared female had to deal with the
relatively cooler temperature in the nursery which constantly blew
across her pubic mound. Her light-blonde fuzz was standing on end and
forcing Naat's budding flower to appear even more enticing despite its
owner's mental aversion.
Her rasping groans, however, were quickly ensuring that the smug
Geonosian -- who was gleefully availing himself to a breathtaking (if
unsophisticated) slobbering of his gnarled penis -- reach his peak with
little additional stimulation from the teenaged youth. Each plaintive
sough from Naat upon feeling her spongy vaginal walls give way further
under the incessant finger-banging of the rest of the horde caused a
delightful vibrating sensation along the length of the fat phallus
sliding in-between her lips. In no time at all he was ready to blow his
creamy load down her throat, but managed to hold it off for just awhile
longer by easing back and enjoying the sucking sounds of the petite
lass' unbidden efforts to satisfy him.
When at last unable to stave off eruption any longer, the devious
alien managed to resist showing any outward signs of his impending
climax, desiring greatly to surprise Naat by giving her a first taste
of cum without any forewarning. When he did begin to shoot ropes of
creamy sperm into the girl's aware mouth, she was so taken aback by the
hot, sticky cream coating her tongue that she swallowed the first few
spurts without thinking. Awareness returning as the viscous fluid set
off blaring alarms in her head, the shocked padawan immediately spit
out as much as she could, expending enough force to actually dislodge
the male organ as well. Coughing and sputtering as his semen flowed out
and dripped down her chin, she remained blissfully ignorant of another
imminent surprise.
Recovering quickly from the spunky little Jedi's reaction to being
injected with his gooey seed, the worker started pumping his erection
furiously, determined not to let her resistance ruin what had been the
best experience of his life. After she finished spitting out all she
could, Naat raised her head and was greeted with yet more potent cum --
this time splashing warmly on her reddened face. She tried to turn away
and prevent the stuff from getting in her eyes, but each instinctive
swivel of her neck only allowed him to cover more of her innocent
features. As the excruciatingly humiliating seconds passed, she soon
found her cheeks and hair saturated with ejaculate, as well as an
additional helping making its way in her mouth every time she opened up
to moan again from a callous digit brushing against her sensitive
clitoris down below.
It was over -- the first round at least. Trying not to wallow in
self-pity as she lay back against the nursery wall, pretty visage
splattered with torrents of cum while workers continually pushed their
fingers up her tender crack and the awful leader forced her to clean
his prick off with her lips, Naat Reath boldly steeled herself for more
debauchery.
***
As she sat there, dazed, a few of the Geonosians took advantage of
the momentary lull to relieve her of the rest of her clothing. Ripping
the frail woman's blue vest open, they dug in and found the collar,
cleaving it in two straight down her chest. Thankfully, the brutes
managed not to choke Naat, but that still didn't save her the flash of
embarrassment at now having her twin bumps on display as well. Fresh
hands reached in to feel up the developing mounds, no doubt quite
unused to the smooth texture of a human female's breasts.
The less-abashing distraction lasted only briefly before the need
for carnal gratification gripped another worker into action. A cold
tingle in the small of her back told Naat that she was surely about to
go all the way -- a moment longer of being pure before the next thick
length pried open her nether folds and forced its way in up into her
womb. Miraculously, that did not happen, and she instead found herself
being dragged up onto her knees so that her lips could service some
more cock. Dumbfounded, she accepted of her own volition this time, so
awestruck that sucking on a few of the bulging alien members was more
than an adequate trade to remain chaste for a bit longer.
For the second time in a row, Naat found the aliens more interested
in her oral charms than those between her legs, and rather at a loss to
explain it. The next-in-line had just begun disrobing when she caught
his eye accidentally, and he smiled deviously at her -- no doubt unable
to believe his luck. It was then that the slim girl noticed how gawking
the disgusting the creature's mouth was, finally understanding why they
were so keen for her to suck them off. Female Geonosians must have had
an abysmal ability to please their men so, and naturally, the chance to
get an beautiful young Jedi to perform the act would seem foolish to
pass up. There was hope yet for salvaging her innocence.
Naat's mouth was still slick from being so recently inundated with
sperm, so she had no trouble fitting the next (thankfully smaller)
penis into her overworked oral passage. Just as she began bobbing her
head back and forth to stimulate the fleshy tool, an additional penis
popped out in front of her demanding attention. Certainly willing to
comply if it meant keeping those nasty things out of her tight hole,
the sexually-inept apprentice brought her hand up and grasped it
snugly, massaging the knobbed protrusion with as much skill as her
unpracticed hand could manage. Taking this as a sign that the girl was
feeling more accommodating, a third Geonosian rubbed his prick casually
over her slimy features, getting it nice and lubed up before showing
her exactly where to hold it.
Juggling three terribly clamorous male instruments was bad enough,
but each also seemed atrociously intolerant of simply being stroked to
bliss. Instead, they all vied for the coveted space between Naat's
cheeks, simply begging to slide forward and enter her rapturous vacuum.
She was so busy balancing her fragile ministrations -- carefully
switching off after only a few laborious slurps -- that it didn't even
occur to her how absolutely exposed she was in this position. If they
wanted to, the rest of the group could forgo jacking themselves in
queue, instead taking advantage of her exhibited front and back holes.
The scary thought of having her quim penetrated was indeed formidable,
but it couldn't hold a torch next to the terrifying proposition of
having something that large crammed up her butt.
If anything, that notion alone was enough to convince the immature
Jedi to redouble her efforts. Sucking twice as fast and hard enough to
leave the males breathless as the maroon-colored tips of their rods
disappeared back into her soothing mouth, it was enough to bring the
smallest one off in record time. As it wasn't currently his turn, all
he could do was press his erection hard up against Naat's upper cheek
and grunt as his semen flowed over her face, gushing across the bridge
of her nose and streaming down in two rivulets past the adolescent's
lips. And even though the erotic haze, she found a weak echo of the
Force make its way into her mind. Knowing that she really held the
power over these men nearly blew her away, and, lost in the moment, she
let her mouth gape open in an intense gasp. Getting some more cream
past her lips was nothing compared to such a revelation.
The satiated worker was quickly replaced by one of his friends, who
had been busying himself rubbing her small chest until the pink nipples
were hard and erect. Naat had actually been nearly unconscious of the
rest of the Geonosians, who were keeping themselves occupied by running
fingers through her puffy labia and up and down her slender behind. One
was even rubbing his prick along her unprotected side, unable to resist
the gratification of such soft skin against his mottled manhood. She
reached out, ripping into his mind in a way she'd never been allowed to
do before. The sheer exhilaration of the situation made Master Yoda's
warnings about straying too close to the Dark Side seem distant and
unimportant.
She knew what he was planning right away. The perverted male was
only biding his time until fully aroused, and was going to enjoy
parting her puckered rear opening before embedding himself within her
up to the hilt. Naat allowed herself a delightful second to let the
anticipation build, then lashed out purposefully with her mind to exact
brutal retribution for the impending offense. The alien jolted quite
suddenly, and she could almost see the dumb grin spreading over his
face as his genital stump squirted feebly onto her beautiful shoulders
and upper back. Smiling in tandem as she felt the sticky goo drip down
her spine, the vengeful teenager simmered in vindication, taking
distinct pleasure in sensing the lower lifeform stumble back into a
corner, undeserving of mercy. Even as he collapsed onto the straw floor
with a crinkling rustle, Naat could perceive the buzzing emptiness
eating away at the pitiful creature's brain. Dimly, she could make out
a far-away hum in the back of her own cognizance as well, but decided
not to trouble herself in even letting the faint signal completely
register.
Empowered at not only how easily the ability had come to her, but
how it made itself harnessable by even one vastly incompetent in the
more advanced Jedi techniques. Still keeping up an innocent exterior by
carrying on with the trifling exploitation of her body, Naat settled
into a calm balance between her physical efforts and that of expanding
her piercing aura outward. The Geonosians were an unremarkable race in
the annals of the Republic, and after only a few moments of thieving at
their thoughts it was plain to see why. They were and egregiously
unfocused and instinct-driven race, making it teasingly simple to
control their perceptions in this way. Now that Naat knew she was no
longer in any danger, she wanted to take her time in wreaking her due
vengeance, though with as little continuing degradation as possible.
Winking through an eyelash full of dried sperm at an ogrish
specimen who didn't even notice the motion, the impassioned apprentice
snatched his consciousness in her grasp, toying with it and studying
the amusing expressions before eventually growing weary and exploding
out her mental energies. The worker shook with the same giddy vertigo
as his partner had, then surprised her by rushing forward, clearing a
path towards the serene-looking Jedi girl who he had no idea of knowing
was behind his sudden loss of control.
Caught a tad off-guard, but not nearly enough to break her stride,
Naat merely turned towards him and offered her mostly-pristine forehead
for him to cum all over -- with an inviting grin to boot. Still melded
with his consciousness, she sensed another mind suddenly enter the
link, and understood with a jolt of surprise that his proximity to the
Genosian pumping her mouth had now bonded the three of them together.
Sedately guiding this turn of events into an advantage, she forced out
additional power into driving the two of them over into the dark abyss.
Gratifyingly, they began to give way without much prodding, just as the
first jets of gooey paste started splashing thickly down her gullet and
across her brow. Pushing just a bit more, she forced the fellatee to
withdraw and join his companion in drenching her sweet face. *That* was
infinitely preferable to having to gulp down any more of their salty
seed, and left half the Geonosians effectively incapacitated.
The last one currently engaged in avariciously imbibing from the
female padawan's womanly charms stumbled drunkenly, apparently affected
somehow by the powerful tempest being controlled by Naat. Obliging him
wearily, she took both hands and wrapped them around his quivering rod,
pistoning both wildly up and down the fleshy cylinder until it began to
vibrate much as she'd come to know from recent experience. Rolling her
eyes back in her head, Naat looked away as she pointed the loaded tool
towards her bosom.
Right away the worker began shooting himself dry, spraying a potent
trail of ejaculate in lazy, crisscrossing lines as his penis jerked
spasmodically. Before long, her entire front was soaked with the virile
mess, streaking her neck, boobs, and stomach alike. There were even a
few wayward squirts which came dangerously close to slithering down
between her nether slot and contaminating that most sacred place, but a
quick swipe of the hand smeared it harmlessly into her flesh. Standing
up, breathtakingly dripping cum from nearly every inch of her nude
body, Naat glared challengingly about at the sudden lack of suitors
trying to fuck her. The soft buzzing in her head was a little louder
now, making it hard to concentrate, but she couldn't worry about it at
the moment -- there was business to tend to..
***
The remaining workers seemed totally absorbed by the siren-like
radiance Naat was generating. Her newly-found Force powers seemed to
leak out and affect others even when she tried to precisely direct it,
and a cursory glance at the floor revealed that to be exactly the case.
The three lugs she'd just dropped were sinking into a weighty sleep --
one she knew they would never emerge from. The previous trio were long
since beyond saving, rotting away in the depths of their own minds
before the end finally took them. At least one was too faint to even
pick up any longer.
One of the still-living dizzily approached her, holding his firm
erection like a guiltless child. Reaching into him, she discovered that
he was anxious to do nothing but pin her against the wall so he could
ram his unworthy member into her slit over and over again. It was a
cute, endearing plea, but Naat was quite unwilling to put out for that
particular demand, or any other for that matter. She was tired of
degrading herself with their petty requests altogether, and decided it
was time to end his travesty. Her head was aching hard now -- that
droning just wouldn't seem to go away -- as if trying to split through
her skull and escape. It was well past time to end this.
Extending her hand out sideways, she waited for the mental click
and felt the cool shaft of her lightsaber slip inside. Not bothering to
wonder how deceptively easy that was, Naat brought the blade to life
with a familiar *snap-hiss*, flourishing it confidently. The closest
Geonosian simply let out a nerveless guffaw before promptly crumpling
to the ground as his head was cleanly separated from the rest of his
body. The others were further away, and the savage extinguishing of
their comrade seemed to lessen the song she'd entranced them with, but
only by a bit. It was enough for them to get a few nervous steps back,
but not to prepare themselves for the bright flash of green which tore
across their midsections. As they fell moaning, she stepped over their
diminishing forms without even pausing to halt their misery, coldly
meting out the same punishment as those who had violated her.
Only one was left -- but by now the abrasive noise in Naat's mind
had reached a flaming crescendo, burning lucidity and reason alike.
Infuriated at how the loss of control had boiled so effortlessly as to
stop her at the moment of triumph, she expended every last bit of
strength into cutting down the last of the them. Lifting her arm high
to deliver the killing blow, Naat felt will agonizingly draining out
her body, and before even reaching the apex of her swing, knew it had
already dropped. An intense backlash of energy from the Force engulfed
padawan Reath, darkening all thought before her skull crashed painfully
against the hard floor.
She woke up to the worst possible situation that a woman could
possibly find herself in. Having attempted the comatose state used when
Knights traveled long distances in space without life support, she was
thankfully able to implement the emergency measure before passing out
entirely. Returning to the waking world was as laborious and sluggish a
procedure as cold-booting a Jedi Starfighter, but even in the vitiated
state was aware of a vacant empty space in her psyche. Much like the
curious being Yoda had once used during an important lesson to her and
fellow younglings, the Force had simply ceased to exist. The most
frightening part, though, was that she knew a Ysalamiri couldn't be
here. She could hardly bear to fathom the idea that her little stunt
might have permanently burned out her abilities.
To top if off, the last Geonosian seemed to be in perfect shape,
not even slightly thrown off by the ordeal. If anything, he looked
stronger and more purposeful than ever -- dangerously so. Naat finally
caught her bearings, and realized she was lying flat on her back,
staring up at the loathsome specimen as he stood over her. His dick was
still nice and hard, pointed right at her like a weapon.
Understanding at once his intent -- not by the Force or his posture
but simply the famished look in his vacuous eyes -- Naat raised her arm
and attempted to simply burn him off the mortal coil with that most
infamous of Jedi powers. Master Echuu and the others had always warned
her that trying to summon too much Force Lightning could kill not only
the victim but the user as well, and she had used enough strength to
incinerate both the worker and half the building. Feeling nothing --
not even an impotent fizzle -- was more heart-rending that she could
have imagined.
The Geonosian didn't waste any time. Naat drew her legs up to cover
her precious quim, but he knew he had the upper hand at this point, and
easily spread her lower limbs apart again. The desperate girl shrieked
as he knelt down between her thighs, grabbing both knees to force her
wide open for entry. It was agonizing being so thoroughly helpless
after tasting the true nature of the Force, but somehow Naat knew she
had run out of options. He reached under her, grabbing her taut butt
and elevating the youngster's honeypot to an ideal level for rough
penetration.
Without even needing to guide himself in by hand, the alien easily
maneuvered his cock just inside her pink labia, letting the thin flaps
nestle snugly around the head. Then, he leaned forward in such a simple
gesture, allowing the bulk of his sizeable body weight to impel the
long instrument forward. Naat's virgin cunny, though still lacking the
stretched-out nature of a girl who'd already had intercourse, was
completely unable to combat such a forceful and prompt intrusion. He
rocketed up her fresh tunnel, directing a sensation of fullness that
she could never have prepared herself for. Her mouth burst open,
emitting a wrenching cry that could probably be heard into the next
parsec. Even as she tensed up, though, arching her back to cope with
having her private place fully impaled, the Geonosian was already
pulling out to stab her tight hole a second time.
Watching her pubic hair bulge outward grotesquely as he pounded her
crotch again, Naat sobbed loudly as he slid in deeper. The first stroke
had been well past where her long-since perforated hymen would have
resided, and now he was far enough past her defenses that every drop of
cum would be able to soak into her womb when he eventually spilled his
seed inside her. Hot tears welled in the corners of Naat's eyes as he
performed another harsh stab, pummeling her loins with so much energy
that is was clear he wanted to bottom out in her belly with the least
possible number of thrusts.
It was beyond humiliating to realize that the selfish animal was
going to get the best fuck ever out of her. Not only was he reveling in
being the first to introduce the inexperienced girl to the feeling of a
strong shaft prying open her womanhood, but the revolting louse was
able to experience Naat in her tightest and most pristine state. On the
large side as far as genitalia went, it was likely the unfortunate
Jedi's prim gash would ever be able to so exquisitely grip and excite
any future lovers as it was doing right now.
Her pussy felt worn and abused from the beating it was taking, but
was growing strangely numb. It didn't hurt nearly as much anymore, and
soon the battering became a blur of frenzied motion with Naat moaning
in desperation as the capped pole continuously laid her most sacred
chamber bare, always pushing forward and always seeking that spot
within her where life would hopefully blossom one day. In time he was
no longer able to be content with simply robbing her repeatedly every
second what she'd spend a lifetime treasuring and started grabbing her
delicate, peach-sized breasts with insatiable fervor. It was only by
the introduction of sudden, higher-pitched tones of dismay in her
ceaseless weeping that alerted Naat to the discovery that he was
pinching her nipples crimson with each fierce grope. Too stunned to
even think straight, much less worry about her tits being mauled, she
simply shut down, lolling her head off to the side and staring intently
off into space.
The more the Geonosian despoiled her, the more the young Jedi
understood that the only way the nightmare would end be with her
girlhood getting shamelessly blasted full of thick streams of alien
cum. Somehow, she'd suspected that from the start, even when dabbling
in those dark areas of the Force. In a way, it would be a relief to
just give up and let him inseminate her, shooting that disgusting stuff
all the way up into her belly where it could do its job. When it was
over, she could simply clean up and get along with her life. It really
wasn't as big a deal as she was making it out to be, was it?
Encouraged, Naat forced herself to become more lucid, bracing her
pelvis for each bestial incursion. If her tender hole was going to be
dripping torrents of sticky semen in only a few minutes, the least
should could do was to fight back and not let him simply slip in all
the way up to her cervix unimpeded. Of course, the increase in friction
made the ugly brute think he was banging her good enough to get her to
enjoy her own rape, but Naat knew better. Grinning queerly in an odd
parallel to the Geonosians whose brains she'd recently fried, the
ravished youth tried once again to tap her innate abilities -- willing
him to blast her full of hot spunk. It seemed to be working, and the
alien's gaping maw of a mouth returned what could only have been a
responsive smile. Whether it was due to her own efforts or simply
coincidence, she couldn't tell just yet, but it didn't matter. His
prick was pulsing softly in her warm channel, and through Naat had
never before encountered such a sensation, she knew immediately he was
going to pump her twat full any second.
Just then, at the height of tension, she heard the unmistakable
*snap-hiss* of a brandished lightsaber. Fear and doubt mixed in with
her fragile emotions, and she wondered briefly if all sense of
restraint was slipping away, but the agonizing sizzle of a Jedi blade
meeting flesh broke the momentary silence, and then a vivid green beam
swiftly penetrated the unwitting male right through the chest. He
stopped copulating immediately, struggling to free himself even as
every bodily system foundered all at once. And in that moment of
weakness, Naat's will broke his and he tried to stand -- his softening
member mercifully popping out of her loose slot.
The dying organ began discharging its last load of white goo,
pasting Naat's downy hairs and vulnerable cunny without delay. She let
him finish -- still dazed from not actually having to endure being
knocked up -- but mastered her senses rather quickly as the figure of
Echuu appeared in focus where her partner's brown flesh had previously
rose up. Before he could speak to her, before anything could happen to
disrupt the world she'd been lost in since what seemed like time
immemorial, Naat had one final wrath to purge.
Pushing him off her naked body with rekindled anger, she flipped
her hand behind her back and pulled her lightsaber into it, pleased
beyond description at the deluge of security the simple act brought --
the Force was with her again. As Echuu watched on, she ignited the
blade and gripped it in two hands, sharpening her wits to ensure the
lunge did not go astray. After feeling the utter calm of the living
Force descend upon her, she let loose, crouching down and embedding the
sword clear through the Geonosian's head. Holding it there as sweat
streamed from her face from being so close to the blinding weapon, she
watched as concentric circles surrounding the entry wound began to melt
and fall into a rapidly-expanding hole that was once alive.
Only when the heat of the blade had started charring the worker's
flesh into a black husk did she finally disengage, much to her Master's
relief. She was able to stand up after such a monumental feat, but only
for a moment before collapsing into Echuu's arms. He whipped off his
cloak at once to cover her with, embraced his padawan tightly and
deeply moved by the tears which sprang from her eyes to help wash away
the day's scars. They were light marks, however, unable to compare to
the marring that would have consumed her soul had her conscience not
fought back against the power of the Dark Side. Against that battle, no
other mattered.
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The Video Gamer's Sex Stories
Volume 19: Dragon Quest 5 - Heaven
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Hero/Bianca/Flora/Son/Daughter/Nello/Sancho, beast, inc
Summary: A disastrous bout with a King Metal leaves the party
confused - and ready to let their deepest desires overtake
rational thought.
"Allright, watch your step here..." Erdrick called out behind him,
waiting for his son Roto, and daughter Rondo to nod in assent before
continuing onwards.
The party was nearing the end of their quest. Now in the deepest
bowels of the Demon Lord Mildrath's fortress, they had only a little
further to go before commencing the final battle. After conquering
their way through almost all of Evil Mountain, the group had come at
last to a verily imposing challenge.
A massive chamber had daunted their progress for some time now.
Besides the pitfalls, there was a seemingly endless horde of Bazuzus,
Wight Kings, Giganteses, Flare Dragons, Putregons, and Golbas to
beleaguer their progress at every step. Twice already the seven
warriors had been forced to turn back when their magic power ran out,
but the Legendary Hero had found a King Metal's Helmet in the last
expedition, and spirits were high that this would be the final push.
"We've searched this entire floor..." Erdrick's wife Flora offered
helpfully from the wagon, where she was riding with Bianca, Sancho, and
Nello. "The way through must be down one of the pitfalls!"
"I think you're right, Mom." Roto replied, keeping careful watch
around for approaching monsters as his father led them to the
southwestern corner of the room. "But how will we know which one?"
A sudden shriek broke the tense air, and all turned to see Rondo
plummet through a chasm, gray stone crumbling into the lower level
along with her.
"Quick, we have to follow!" Erdrick commanded, leaping immediately
after his offspring. Roto moved immediately as well, dragging the wagon
over and sending it hurtling into the gap before jumping down himself.
***
Once again in the basement trap, the heroes took time only to
collect themselves first before moving into a defensive stance, knowing
this would be a vulnerable time to come under attack. Rondo, being the
only one who hadn't been able to land on her feet, was rubbing her sore
butt with a grimace, not even paying attention to what was going on. In
fact, Bianca was the first to actually notice something was out of
place.
"What *is* that?" she asked curiously, displaying not a hint of
fear that her blue-haired rival would have. Whirling around at her
voice, the three active combatants began sizing up the newcomer with
determined eyes.
"It's a Metal of some sort..." Roto rationed, standing between the
creature and his sister until she came up ready beside him. "But so
much larger than any I've ever seen!"
"All the more reason to get it before it has a chance to run away!"
Erdrick cried out, his slash missing by mere inches when the metallic
beast bounced blithely away.
"This will be tough..." Rondo muttered, holding the Staff of
Thunder and cursing as each bolt bounced harmlessly off its
monochromatic hide.
Roto raised the Zenithian sword high above him, but never got a
chance to attack. The King Metal, although stunned by the arrival of so
many adventurers at once, was now cognizant of the battle. Before it
could risk receiving a blow, the monster flashed white all over,
casting a spell the party had often used, but never experienced.
"Not that!" Rondo gasped, turning to run but catching the full
magical blast of a Chance spell nonetheless. Erdrick and Roto stiffened
up also, quite fearful of what was about to happen. After Bennet had
warned them back in Ruraphim of the potential disastrous effects in
using the incantation, they had made sure only to use it as a
last-ditch effort. So far, all had gone well.
But now, it seemed the group was about to get its first taste of a
power they normally commanded. Once the conjuration was complete, the
King Metal bounded off into the darkness, satisfied that the intruders
were no longer a threat. It did not even hazard a glance back to
consider what the spell had wrought, and was wholly clueless as to what
was about to happen.
***
"I feel so strange..." Erdrick sputtered, holding his head as he
rose. "All swimmy..."
"Me too, daddy..." Rondo concurred, too woozy to even get up
herself. "Almost like I'm confused!"
Roto ambled about drunkenly as if not even hearing the
conversation. When their gazes at last fell upon him, he stopped moving
for only a second before extending his hands and loosing a heal spell
on the wagon. The wooden beams flickered green for a moment, then
returned to normal as the sorcery fizzled out.
"What was that about?" Erdrick asked incredulously, shaking his
head to attempt and clear it of conflicting thoughts. "We should head
outside and then return to Shahanna for a rest." Lifting his arms, he
tried to recite the correct charm, but suddenly let a blank look spread
across his face. "Drat!" he murmured, scratching his head. "Forgot how
to cast it!"
Even if Roto was paying attention to his father's difficulties,
what happened next rapidly stole his concentration. As if possessed by
some spirit, Rondo stood up and suddenly grabbed her brother, hugging
his muscular frame tightly.
"Argh! Stop that!" he grunted, trying halfheartedly to free himself
from her strong arms. Even in such a drugged state, he was not numb
enough to turn down such an erotic happenstance, and her breasts were
pressing into his torso most delightfully. After a few seconds, he
ceased struggling altogether and allowed her to cling freely.
"Are you all okay?" Flora asked, stepping gingerly out of the wagon
along with the other three riders. "Did he hurt anyone?"
An unexpected bout of fright took hold of Erdrick at that moment.
He dropped his sword nosily and backed away past his two children, eyes
wide with fear at the sight of his wife.
"What's the matter with you?" Bianca asked, none too amused with
her former partner's apparent antics. The son of Papas, though, was
still too numb to move when Rondo underwent the most intimate of mood
swings. He had just started howling eerily when she began.
With a frenzied grin, the shapely female girl threw aside her
weapon and snapped the clasp of her bright yellow cloak, letting it
fall to the ground. The thin, gray garment about her body soon followed
suit along with a pair of dainty sandals, all so fast that no one could
object until Rondo was clad only in matching blue undergarments.
"Honey... what are you doing?" Flora asked her daughter, radiating
curious apprehension. Had the elder beauty known what was to happen
next, she might have thought about putting a stop to it. Of course,
then they all would have missed out on a really good time.
The manic smile still plastered all over her sweet face, Flora tore
her bra strap apart and allowed her modest twin mounds to slip out of
their silky confinements. Finally, she pulled the waistband of her
satin panties out just enough to give everyone an eye-popping view of
her well-trimmed snatch, then yanked them down to her ankles and
stepped out, bare as could be.
"Wow, sis!" Roto blurted out unconsciously, taking in the full
sight of his naked sibling. He'd seen her nude lots of times before --
such was the life of an adventurer. Although trying not to make a habit
of it, he enjoyed each time they stayed at an inn, for it meant she
would have to undress before retiring to bed. In the wilderness, the
only place to bathe was the river, allowing him yet another chance to
feast on her treasures. And several times a day, the trio would feel
nature's urge come, forcing Rondo to squat down and spread her legs
while the others tried not to watch her pee.
"You're beautiful!" he continued, unable to help but stare. Her
full glory, completely exposed and willing, was above and beyond
anything he'd seen yet. Encouraged, she began to perform a wierd dance,
her plum-sized mounds swaying seductively while her youthful cunny
glistened from the heat of day. Losing all control at the sight, Roto
moved in close and cupped one of her boobs slyly, mesmerized by the
feel and warmth of her body.
"Hey, hey!" she responded angrily, putting her hands on her hips
and glaring forcefully at his wandering fingers. "What the hell do you
think I am?"
"Calm down, Rondo. And sit down." Erdrick interrupted sternly,
putting on a bold veneer but still too deluded to halt his little
girl's exposure, or even be aroused by it yet. "Listen to me. You could
get hurt playing like that..."
But the blue-haired vixen was not even listening. Instead, she had
let her gaze fall into her brother's eyes. The magical bond the twins
shared allowed her to focus her confusion onto one mental state,
although it would prove exceedingly embarrassing for the astonished
onlookers.
"Oh my..." Flora whispered as the two began to kiss, tongues
rapidly darting into each other's mouths in a forbidden dance. "Look
what's it's doing to my babies!"
The scene was taking on a depraved tone very rapidly. Rondo was
grinding her bare crotch into Roto's, panting as he felt up her chest
and behind. Sancho and Nello gave each other peculiar looks, knowing
that they were usually left out of any fun stuff because of their
relative weakness compared to the others. This, however, looked to be
the start of a very memorable day for everyone.
"Erdrick, do something!" Bianca implored, stepping forward to try
and separate the addled teenagers. Rondo was letting herself get
fingered now, seemingly really enjoying it, and Duncan's daughter knew
she had to act fast. All the blonde interferer managed to gain by the
attempt, though, was a groping by the lust-crazed Roto, who furiously
fondled her small tits with a free hand until she huffed away. In her
haste to escape, however, the golden-topped maiden tripped and toppled
over backwards in a heap.
Her fall was just enough to jostle Erdrick into another course of
action. Although he was still ignoring his children's obscene cuddling,
the flash of pink underwear from between Bianca's legs quickly stirred
him to passion. Wrestling out of his armor faster than he could have
ever thought possible, the Granvanian King pinned his old flame to the
ground and began reverently pressing their lips together.
Flora was furious, even more so because Bianca began making out
with him right away, not attempting in the least bit to stop. There had
always been some friction between the two since Erdrick had chosen her
looks over his childhood friend's bravery, like the time when that
fiery temptress had cajoled them both into spending an evening in the
hot springs of her nameless mountain town. It was certainly difficult,
revealing her privates to total strangers after promising them to her
husband only, but strangely sensual at the same time.
Ever since, the two had come to a mutual understanding in their
relationship with Erdrick. At least, until Flora found Bianca
underneath her man, rubbing his manhood while he inched it closer to
her dewy box. She advanced on their writhing forms, ready to give both
of them a piece of her mind, when a hand shot out of nowhere and
grabbed her arm.
"Looks like everyone's paired up but us, your highness..." Sancho
explained, pulling her back towards the wagon's side where he and Nello
were standing. "It wouldn't be fair if we didn't get any, now would
it?"
"No..." Flora protested awkwardly, watching as the tents in their
crotches grew and knowing *exactly* what each was referring to. "I
can't... we can't..."
"If he's going to go off on that floozy, why not have some fun
yourself?" Nello interjected with a sly grin, teasing her vagina
through the heavy white robes. The hint of pleasurable sensation was
just enough to make her will falter, and soon his hand had snaked up
her dress and was in direct contact with her wet nether lips.
"Oh... OH!" the Queen moaned, caught off guard by the unique
gratification. "I'm not sure we really should..."
"Just relax, Flora." Sancho soothed, helping her out of a pair of
lacy panties. "We're all overdue to blow off a little steam..."
"But... my kids!" she continued faintly, losing power as lovemaking
lubricant began to flow from her twat. "They're going to have SEX!"
"Let the youngsters have their fun..." Sancho persisted, planting a
deft smooch on her mouth. "Besides, I'm sure it'll be a great show!"
***
By now, Roto and Rondo had proceeded well beyond any pretense of
fighting the spell. After reaching into her brother's pants and pulling
out his thick member, the supple girl immediately went to her knees and
took it into her waiting throat. With amazingly innate skill, she
sucked the stiff rod expertly, able to take the full length in before
pulling back for another go.
Roto was well past bliss at this point. He could scarcely believe
his lovely sister was giving him a blow job, in front of the whole
family at that! Even though the magic was wearing off on it's own, and
he felt some tinge of guilt at knowing Rondo was not doing this of her
own volition, the sheer explosive desire was more than enough to stay
his tongue.
He had thought about this for so long, even once offering to take
her swooned body to the priestess of Elhebun after a Shadow Satan had
wounded his dad and left her passed out. Of course, the moment they
were alone in the forest outside the city, he pulled down her pants and
spent a long time seeing how she tasted down below before jacking off
all over her pubes. Afterwards, he wiped up and and kissed her, leaving
the delicious juice on her lips and wondering if such rapture would
ever come his way again. Now that it was a reality, there were no words
sufficient to describe his gratitude.
"So good..." he moaned, running a hand through her long aqua hair
while the feeling in his loins grew. She simply moaned in appreciation
and continued to imbibe, cheeks puckering delightfully with each
forward motion. At last he could take no more and grabbed the hilt of
his penis, sending the signal that it was time.
Rondo comprehended perfectly, leaning back and closing her eyes as
he spurted wildly. The first splashes of cum landed on her chin and
nose, lewdly decorating the skin until she opened up, letting the
remainder shoot directly onto her tongue. Roto's groans increased in
intensity as she performed this ultimate endeavor, subsiding only when
he was utterly spent and his dick was once again in her mouth, being
cleansed by his own brethren's saliva.
Erdrick and Bianca moved at a much quicker pace than their juniors,
having well thought about consummating this act many times over the
years. After a short but emotional liplock, and a quick interlude of
heavy petting, he simply pulled her green shorts to the knees and stuck
it to her, relishing the feel of such warm, inviting channel as it
engulfed his tool. Still too fuddled from the incantation to speak, the
King simply rammed his lover as hard as possible, letting her do all
the talking while he worked to bring them both to a shattering orgasm.
"I'm sorry I didn't wait for you..." Bianca apologized, knowing he
would have liked to take her virginity. "I just got so lonely... but we
can make up for it now... I'm so glad we're finally doing this!"
A few hasty grunts were the only reply as Erdrick penetrated his
long-time crush, only pausing to wrap his arms around her and hump even
faster. Her pussy was going into overdrive already, leaking enough
fluid to prove she was well primed for climax.
"This is the best I've ever had!" she crooned, pulling her shirt up
between thrusts to show off what meager bumps she had. "Please, fuck me
harder! I've wanted it for so long!"
Bianca's cries drifted shamelessly over to Flora, who was about to
experience a whole new kind of sex. Back against the wooden cart she'd
emerged from not so long ago, her body was quivering as four hands
caressed her regal genitals, underwear having long since slipped down
to the knees. Like her daughter, the fur covering her feminine slit was
a sky blue in color, although Her Majesty liked the feel of a full,
proud bush above her holiest-of-holies. She also had child beat in the
breast department as well, at least for the time being. Her pendulous
mounds were the envy of every man in Granvania, and Sancho was proud to
be the one of the few to see their full splendor.
"I hope Erdrick didn't wear you out too much..." Nello remarked
callously, lowering his pants and raising Flora's dress. "A bunch of us
like to climb up to the balcony at night and watch you guys screw, so
we know how much you like to get it on..."
"That's so... unnnh... nasty!" Flora sniffed, feeling a bit of
shame at the knowledge that her nocturnal interludes were commonly
viewed. The thought that she was choosing to cheat on her spouse anyway
briefly crossed her mind, but the craving of her loins was too great to
turn down a good screw, even if it was from a lousy peeping tom.
Before she knew it, the Queen had consciously spread her legs wide,
wincing as an alien shaft began to poke her fleshy walls. Even though
Flora had been getting banged at least once a day since getting married
(barring the whole turned-to-stone hiatus), she was still nearly as the
tight inside as the night of her wedding thanks to some special
excercises learned from her mother.
Up until this point, the only mar on an otherwise heavenly sex life
was her brief captivity in the Demon's Tower. She never had the heart
to tell Erdrick that for most of the time before getting rescued, she
had been repeatedly raped by the Centarsus, his Orcs, and a very lucky
Mamoo. She had tried for the longest time to prevent herself from
coming, but after awile there was just no fight left. From that moment
until her husband showed up, she let them have her utterly, feeling
guilty each time her thighs clenched up in a magical explosion. Shamed,
Flora had kept her lips sealed about the forced rutting ever since.
The one purity she had so far maintained, even through that
troubling time, was about to finally be ripped asunder. Even as Nello
began sliding into her belly with long, smooth strokes, Flora could
detect motion from behind as Sancho wedged his aged stiffy between her
bare ass cheeks.
"I'm really going to enjoy this..." Sancho announced proudly,
pushing forward and sending his prick deep into his monarch's bowels.
Flora's eyes bulged open at the first shock of anal sex, but no words
came out her lips. The dual pistons brought an instant sense of warmth
to her pelvis hitherto unknown, and not even her father would have been
able to pry his sweetie from their clutches.
***
"Hold it..." Roto said in a low voice, waiting for his lover to
lick the last spot of man-cream from her shining features. "I've got an
idea..."
Rondo allowed herself to be lowered to the floor, legs at a wide
enough angle for her brother to nestle snugly between. With growing
realization, she realized he was still hard, and that his member was
pointed at her vestal opening.
"Oh please!" she sighed dreamily. "Be gentle with me!"
Without another word, Roto began stuffing himself into her royal
orifice, as happy as could be at the thought that he was honoring one
of the two cunts that would be Off Limits in any other circumstances.
Rondo seemed to enjoy it quite much, though, at least until his
over-eager rod ripped through her maidenhead in a most unannounced
fashion.
"What! What! Heeeeyy!" Rondo yelped, becoming very sad. She let out
a slight "Waaahh..." as he slipped all the way into her womb, then
began sobbing as the repeated onslaught nearly deadened any sensation
in between her legs.
"It's all right..." Roto comforted in a moment of clarity, cradling
her head but continuing to violate her warm slot nonetheless. "Just
hold on a little longer..."
"Fuck! Damn! Shit!" screamed the assaulted girl, the last vestiges
of the confusion spell sweeping over her with each rock of the hips.
"Fuck my cunt... Make me come and I'll suck your cock again! Uurrgghh!"
Roto could only smile. Out of all the variations his sister had
passed in and out of since shedding her clothes, he liked this one the
best. The absolute thrill of hearing the closest person in his life
begging to do the most unspeakable, forbidden act imaginable was almost
too much to contain. Had he not just blew a load all over her cherubic
face mere minutes ago, Rondo's uterus would already be coated in his
sticky seed.
"I can tell you've been waiting to pop my cherry..." she rasped
suddenly, throwing herself into another slew of profanity. "I mean,
you've been sneaking so many looks at my hole, I never had any time
alone to frig my clit! So, I really better get my motherfucking rocks
off or else you'll lose the best damn cocksucker and tight pussy your
dick ever had!"
Returning the gesture with a warm expression, Roto helped lift her
legs around his back and began pumping even harder and deeper than
before, determined to give her exactly what she wanted. In a few short
moments, he felt her vice clamp around him, and knew she was orgasming.
He let loose at that signal, almost as if his entire being was shooting
out of his penis into Rondo, giving her the secret love he'd always
carried.
"Oh my God..." Bianca moaned, letting her head loll to the side
while Erdrick continued to drill her womanhood. "Your kids are doing it
now... aren't you going to stop them?"
"Not if it means leaving you..." Erdrick replied, feeling the
magical haze begin to slip away. He was well aware that everyone
present was not mid-coital with someone they would never normally have
a chance with, but the erotic momentum was now carrying his conscience
far away. He had dreamed of making love to Bianca ever since they had
"examined" each other back in Santa Rosa all those years ago, and the
pent up wanting was much too powerful to resist.
"I've... OH!" she cried out, hugging his shoulders tightly. "Never
had it this good! You're going to make me *explode* soon!"
"Well, Bianca..." Erdrick said suavely, delicately wrestling her
mouth open with his lips. "You've deserved this for such a long time.
Let's make up for it with something you'll never forget..."
"Erdrick..." she croaked hoarsely, breathing becoming sharp and
ragged at the sensations built. "I love you..."
"Me too..." he replied without thinking, his heart's true feelings
coming out at last. Whatever vows he had taken in Salabona on the day
of his union with Flora were no longer valid -- he knew that he was
meant to be with both of them. And, truth be told, Rondo was really
starting to turn him on, too.
The royal female herself was also coming to the same realization.
If she could find pleasure in bucking with others, then surely her body
was meant for no one man. As the twin rods continued to stimulate her
private places, she managed to catch her kids shivering in ecstasy just
a short distance away. A solitary tear rolled down her cheek at the
sight, both in happiness that they'd found true love, and sorrow that
it had taken so long to break down the social barriers preventing it.
"Mmm... faster..." she groaned, loving how the prick in her front
was merrily stretching her slick canal. Nello was not nearly as long as
Erdrick, but just a hair wider. Even though her mate never failed to
keep his woman creaming the bedsheets every night, (and once again in
the morning if the little ones were still asleep) it was a refreshing
change of pace to accommodate a new lover.
"As you wish, your highness..." Sancho responded, grabbing her ass
tightly to ease entry into the rear passage. It was truly a delight to
pry into a place none had ever ventured, and almost made up for the
dampening of sexual enjoyment middle age wrought. With that happy
thought in mind, he stiffened up and pulled his pecker out, splattering
Flora's backside with every drop he could muster.
"My turn!" Nello panted, rudely planning to desecrate her sacred
temple with his plebien spunk. The blue-haired mother drew the line at
that however, desiring to save that enjoyment for another, and quickly
thought of a way to satisfy them both.
"Let me give you something even better..." she whispered
delectably, pushing him away just so the head exited her quim. Then,
quick enough so that he didn't have a chance to go soft, she knelt down
and lowered the top of her robe, letting her amazing breasts spill out.
Nello's tool was quickly guided right into the cleavage, rocketing back
and forth until great gobs of spooge were decorating Flora's chest and
neck.
The only one still standing, she scanned the spent and exhausted
crew, each reeling from a mind-blowing finale. Having been the only one
not to come yet, the curvaceous female felt it rather urgent that
another fleshy staff wind its way into her vagina quickly, even if it
meant mating with her own son...
***
"Look like the two of you had fun..." Flora mentioned approvingly,
pulling Roto off of Rondo's limp body and peering at the mess flowing
from her daughter's honeypot. "Think you have enough go left to get
mommy off?"
"Really?" he asked shyly, unabashedly rubbing his mother's thighs.
"You mean it?"
"Of course!" she shot back with a sly wink. "If you're going to be
bedding your sister from now on, I want to get a chance before she
tires you all out!"
"Oh, man..." Roto gasped in amazement, seeing her dance out of the
constricting raiment with soft, seductive motions. After quietly
disposing of her shoes, Flora crouched over her offspring, dripping
pussy lined up perfectly with his rapidly-inflating pole.
"I kept it clean just for you..." she said sweetly, spreading her
lips with two well-trained fingers and showing him the pink inside.
"Now, ram that thing into me so I can feel your cum in my belly!"
"Mom..." he mouthed silently, staring as his rigid pole was
enveloped by the very hole that had birthed him. Flora placed her palms
on Roto's chest for support and began riding him dutifully, providing
the most loving privilege a mother could ever offer. Her sizeable bosom
flew every which way as they fucked, much to the delight of her
enthusiastic child.
"Way to go..." Rondo cheered wearily upon seeing what her former
partner was up to. She was still reeling from orgasm, and did not even
notice someone examining her sexy flower until a familiar voice broke
through.
"I guess once you started, there was no way he would pull out..."
Erdrick mused, watching the baby-juice seep out of his little girl's
womanhood.
"Sorry, daddy!" she replied guiltily, more embarrassed at her
previous lack of restraint then her present unclothed state.
"Well, I guess it won't matter..." he continued, turning his
daughter over onto her stomach. "I know your cycle by heart, and I'm
guessing you're very fertile right now."
"Yeah..." Rondo acquiesced worriedly, wondering what was going on.
"Well then..." he replied, running his hands up and down her soft
skin, caressing each inch before raising her butt high in the air. "I
might as well enjoy myself as well."
"Wh-what the...!" Rondo yelled, heart bursting with both excitement
and fear. "What are you going to... OH!"
Once again, her young snatch was forced wide open, this time by her
father's hungry cock. Thankfully having already been introduced to
intercourse, she knew to relax as it quickly filled her private
passage, shutting her eyes in purposeful fixation when it began to
spearhead even deeper than Roto had gone. "So... big..." she grunted,
moving up onto her hands and knees to help facilitate the incestuous
liaison. "I don't know how mom can do it..."
"She's had a lot of practice..." Erdrick reassured, reaching
forward to massage her growing breasts. "But even on our first time,
she was never as tight as you, honey..."
"Thanks..." she answered with alleviation, beaming from cheek to
cheek at the assurance her limber form had at least one more desirable
aspect than her voluptuous mother. "I hope you like it..."
The shocking scene continued on in much the same fashion. Sancho,
rather spent from sodomizing his Queen, sat down with his back against
the wagon and continued looking on at the depraved acts about him.
Bianca stirred shortly afterwards, inspecting her slit as if in
disbelief that she'd finally been intimate with her love. Upon noticing
the blonde's blase concern, Nello pounced immediately, anxious to
continue conjugating with his attractive companions.
"No, no...!" she protested feebly, craning her neck as her legs
were raised, then moaning once again when a smooth shaft entered her
yellow-clad cavern. For a few seconds, she attempted to fend him off,
but rapidly melted when nimble hands began to paw softly at her
hardened nipples. The two shook together for a few minutes until Bianca
erupted, flailing into a limp mass. Nello continued to enter her
sanctity for only a few seconds more before giving her another load of
sperm, collapsing into her nearly naked body with desperate pants.
Flora and Roto were also on the verge of consummating their love.
Blue hair flowing jauntily in the breeze, mother bent over and kissed
her son full on the lips as they both came. Bodily fluids began passing
between them then, until the grateful teenager's lap was flooded with
gooey liquid and his elder lover was filled with semen. They nuzzled
together affectionately, then embraced lovingly into a
semi-consciousness.
"Please, I want to come again!" Rondo begged her father, swaying
furiously back and forth as he rammed into her nearly unused quim. Not
one to disappoint, Erdrick turned her head as far as comfortably
possible and bent over her bottom, giving her a deeply forbidden kiss
just as his springy rod began pasting her cervix with white cream. She
let out a gentle "Oh Daddy!" and climaxed too, whimpering with
excruciating joy until their sweating forms became still.
***
With the Metal King's spell now worn off, the party decided it
would be a good time to call the expedition a draw and return to the
safety of town before a group of Giganteses decided to split poor
little Rondo apart. Everyone hurriedly dressed, with Roto happily
helping his unconscious sister slide back into her clothes. A quick
outside and return spell, and they were all back in Shahanna, a little
more liberated and experienced than before.
As the seven were going to have to travel together, it made little
sense to try and ignore what had happened. (The women also expressed a
curiously strong desire to at least explore what had developed a little
longer before deciding, but everyone understood that this was a road
where no return was possible) It took only a halfway trip back to Evil
Mountain before they realized fighting Mildrath would be nigh
impossible with the wagon's riders constantly fucking their brains out.
Just before crossing the bridge to the Demon Lord's island, Rondo
emerged from the canvas wain, trying halfheartedly to hide the sweat
staining her clothes, making it plainly evident that Nello had just
experienced the love of a princess. "It's hopeless..." she said with
utter futility, catching the agreeing eyes of her father and brother
for only a moment before Sancho grabbed her by the crotch, pulling the
slender teenager inside for the first go at her cute rump. She let out
a squeaking "Ack!" and then simply moaned as they all began the trek
back.
It was as Lady Martha would have liked. The warriors remained in
the Dark Realm, voyaging from time to time to keep the monsters in
check. With such an impasse, the heroes gained impossibly large amounts
of experience from the combat, eventually growing so powerful that even
the greatest of Mildrath's servants were no longer the barest threat.
And, since their presence also kept any new beasts from entering the
World, peace slowly returned to their land.
The Granvanian people never saw their royalty again, but were
solaced by the fact that the King and his family had evidently
succeeded in defeating the evil power, even at the cost of their own
lives. Erdrick wanted it no other way -- he was perfectly content to
spend the rest of his days making love to any of three beautiful women.
And with a Monster Center right in town, the girls soon found
themselves experimenting with the many bestial comrades that had joined
them over the years. Bianca took quite a liking to curling up with
Borongo, and Flora found out she had developed a taste for the Golem's
large penis. Rondo, however, trumped them all. In a brave attempt to
throw herself into the sexual world, she made time to couple with each
of them over the span of many days, even the two brutes who's kind had
violated her mother all those years ago!
In the end, everyone was happy. That was all that mattered.
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The Video Gamer's Sex Stories
Volume 31: Final Fantasy 7 - Underneath the Rotting Pizza
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Aeris+Tifa/Don Corneo's guards, nc
Aeris+Tifa/Cid, oral
Summary: Don Corneo is portrayed as a man more bereft his position.
He's not interested in the ladies, but his lackeys are more
than willing to compensate.
Aeris and Tifa exchanged mute expressions of shock as Don Corneo
leapt up onto his desk, proudly announcing his chosen mate for the
evening. Cloud was just as surprised himself -- after all, he had only
put enough effort into his disguise to get past the front door, not win
a beauty pageant. Still, all three knew instinctively that the best
solution was to simply play everything out just as they'd planned.
"You guys can have the others..." Don finished, hardly paying
attention to his goons as he shooed Cloud through the curtain leading
to his private chambers. "Just don't have *too* much fun. I might feel
like giving those huge knockers a whirl later."
Tifa turned an absolute crimson at the cutting remark, averting her
eyes from the slumlord as Jimmy and Koch saluted their master and
grabbed a girl in each arm. Aeris was starting to get worried now. She
had assumed that Don would have chosen the most voluptuous of their
group or the most innocent, either way leaving Cloud to deal with his
underlings. While the two women were seasoned fighters by now, it was
doubtful they would be able to fend off the attacks of a room full of
horny men.
***
"What about our weapons?" the former flower girl asked in a worried
whisper. Corneo's bodyguards had already locked the office door behind
them and were quickly dragging the two maidens to a seamy-looking room
at the other end of the second-floor landing.
"Shit!" Tifa shot back quietly, angry they hadn't thought to hide
their gear somewhere nearby for easy retrieval. She made a noticeable
gulping sound upon the realization that their predicament was actually
much worse. They each had an Iron Armlet, but the only magic between
them was a lowly Restore materia. Hurriedly, the black-haired female
turned to Aeris in the hope of finding a flash of inspiration, but her
companion was equally hope-less. Already they were at the door.
"Open up, you lugs!" Jimmy barked, sneering at the flabbergasted
Cetra. He fingered her long, auburn-colored ponytail while waiting for
his call to be answered, almost provoking Aeris to deliver him a harsh
slap, but the two girls were quickly ushered in before she could think
to react.
"Got us a pair of presents from the Don!" the repugnant lackey
proclaimed boldly, shoving Aeris into the center of the room while Koch
did likewise with Tifa. Immediately, both were enveloped in a flurry of
groping fingers and lewd catcalls, forcing the two females to furiously
duel hands with the crowd in a feeble attempt to prevent their private
areas from being felt up.
"Look at those tits!" one said, making a beeline for Tifa's mounds.
"Can't wait to see you suck, honey..." another chimed in as he
circled poor Aeris.
"Hope they're better than those last sluts!" came a voice from the
back of the room, glad to see some new faces other than the same old
Honeybee Inn girls.
"Come on, see if they're wet..." an overwhelmingly eager one said,
striding over to the slender Aeris with a smooth grin on his face. She
blushed instinctively as he slid his arm up under her dress, violently
rubbing her panty-clad slit straight away. Already, another had snuck
up from behind and started licking her ear and neck, gleefully telling
the trapped girl what he was going to do to her. Soon, she was aware
that rough hands were blatantly mauling her sensitive chest, and one
impatient thug was already grinding his crotch against her slender
behind. It was *much* worse than she thought.
Tifa was fending just as poorly, her skilled martial arts abilities
no match for such a superior number of opponents. Two men were vying to
kiss her pouty lips at once, fighting each other for the prize of her
mouth, while the majority contented themselves with fondling her
massive jugs. A single guard seemed to take interest in what was
between the young lady's legs, though, and from what Aeris could tell,
was not settling for copping a feel through her underwear.
Grimacing as an unforgiving male finger-banged her dry pussy, Tifa
was almost ready to cry out for mercy when Jimmy stepped through the
crowd, his commanding presence able to quiet the group down a bit.
"Geez, guys..." he interjected with exasperation. "If you keep that up,
you're all going to blow in your pants. Get these babes naked already!"
Mumbling vague assertions of dissent at having to withdraw from the
shapely vixens, the soldiers reluctantly dispersed, leaving Aeris and
Tifa alone amid a circle of aroused males. They were safe for the
moment, but knew what was to come.
"Well, then..." Koch announced coolly, leveling his rifle first at
the shaken brunette, then at her trembling companion. "You ladies know
what to do... Off with 'em!"
Looking at each other with abject humiliation, each girl strove to
summon up the courage to strip first. Eventually, Tifa finally broke,
her heart beating fit to burst as she hesitantly undid the back of her
skintight black miniskirt. A collective intake of breath issued from
the leering onlookers as the clasp separated, followed by a storm of
hooting and jeers while the buxom beauty sashayed her hips to slide the
garment off. The sacred material designed to protect her womanhood came
into view much to the approval of all watching.
Realizing she would end up getting even more flagrantly violated if
she refused, Aeris gracefully shrugged her shoulders, letting her short
red jacket spill to the floor. The room's attention continued to focus
on Tifa, who had started pulling up her white tank-top, but a few smart
ones kept their eyes on the ravishing Cetra as she unbuttoned her pink
dress to reveal a truly fantastic body.
Aeris' tits sat proudly on her chest, unrestrained or controlled by
a flagrancy such as a brassiere. The watching men immediately erupted
into cheering upon seeing her creamy globes unleashed, obviously not
expecting the prize to be so quickly revealed. Her skin was as clean as
fresh milk, and each magnificent orb was capped with a tiny, quivering
nipple that simply begged to be sucked. A few made zombie-like attempts
to move forward and examine them a little more closely, but a stern
foot-stomp from Jimmy quickly dashed their hopes.
Hoping to evade her friend's humiliation while the majority of her
voyeurs were distracted, Tifa quickly yanked her shirt up until the
bunched up hem was resting lazily across the tops of her breasts.
Unfortunately, she had much larger knockers than Aeris, and attracted
attention once again instantly. A bright red flush of shame spread from
cheek to cheek as the licentious males ogled her body at will, making
horribly crude comments about her larger-than-average sized features
before settling down somewhat, now focusing their attention on the
girls' still-concealed twats.
Neither girl had enjoyed many luxuries in the past, and times had
been especially hard of late with equipment and materia purchases in
addition to basic necessities. As such, Aeris and Tifa had been going
without proper undergarments for much of their life. Each delectable
bottom was concealed only by a pair of childish cotton panties, and
even they would not last much longer.
"Come on, hurry up!" Koch barked suddenly, cocking the hammer of
his weapon. Aeris and Tifa jumped together slightly at the noise,
realizing acutely that there was only one way out of this room now.
Glancing over at each other instinctively, the fair maidens traded
looks of extreme sadness, then regretfully did as they were instructed.
Looking fearfully down the barrel of the gun pointed at her, Tifa
grabbed the sides of her virgin-white underpants and brought them down
in one swift motion to her mid-thigh. She was hesitant to go any more
and give the thugs behind her an undeserved view of a martial-artist's
taut backside as she bent over, so the flustered girl simply stopped
there, waiting for Aeris to do likewise.
Her Cetra companion looked slightly less frightened than she, but
bore a face of woeful mortification while preparing to unveil her
prized womanhood. She waited a few blissful seconds while the crescendo
grew until she couldn't bear the suspense. Finally, with a huffing
flourish, Aeris slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties
and pulled them down just as far as Tifa had. Both girls stood still as
statues now, merely waiting for the ravishment to begin.
Don Corneo's lieutenants almost lost control of their throng once
again, and several burly fellows actually managed to push through and
grab the terrified ladies' exposed goodies before an angry Koch broke
it up with the butt of his firearm, shoving his way to the front to get
a good close-up view of the delightful pair of snatches on display.
Aeris had been hiding a very well-trimmed bush beneath her clothes,
just a thin strip of hair which barely surrounded her nether lips. Her
thighs were full and rich -- scarcely bulky enough so that when closed
together (as she had them now), there was the slightest gap between the
flesh of her legs and that of her slit. She was really a woman, and it
was clearly apparent by the breadth of her voluptuous pelvis that the
lass would be able to push back with splendiferous effort once some
lucky guy inserted himself into her pure tunnel.
Tifa, on the other hand, had a more northwards-oriented body. As
the surrounding men had already taken note of by quite plainly telling
her, the stunning woman had a pair of tits that were second to few in
all of Midgar. With larger nipples and aureoles, it was highly probable
that she could experience a heightened sense of pleasure compared to
her unwilling competitor. A spunky and wild, but not rabid patch of
puberulent hairs covered her womanhood, leading down to a set of thin,
defined legs well-maintained by the life of a warrior.
While utterly mind-blowing far and beyond the soldiers' usual fare,
Aeris and Tifa's bodies did not inspire the men to disregard their
commander's orders and heed only their own fortune. The one seemingly
omnipresent thought that pervaded the entirety of the room was focused
on one crucial aspect only -- to simply ram their cocks as hard and
fast up one of the beautiful ladies's tender orifices -- was tempered
by the sombering knowledge of the chain of command.
***
"Allright, enough of this!" declared Koch smugly, clicking his
rifle's safety and swinging it back towards a surprised trooper. The
man caught it expertly, his face darkening for only a moment upon
realizing that sex would trickle down the chain of command much as the
firearm just has -- and he was a sorry way from the top.
None contested Koch and Jimmy's claim to bed the girls first, for
every single one knew need of leadership. Without a deeply entrenched
code for them to follow, the resulting anarchy begotten of raging
hormones would likely result in the unfortunate shedding of blood, not
to mention what would most certainly become of their playthings. The
thugs had another reason to patiently wait their own turn as well in
that while their superiors had questionable morals, they were always
taken care off. Even the lowliest understood that they too would get a
go before the night was done.
"Time for the big show..." Jimmy sneered in agreement, grabbing
Tifa by the arm and looking over at his compatriot, who was advancing
on Aeris with similar, fiendish lust. Pleased their different tastes
would result in no argument, he dragged the black-haired siren over to
one end of the l-shaped chamber directly across from the doorway.
Throwing her down onto a sleeping mat with little regard, he began
undoing his belt in preparation for the fun to come.
Koch wasted no time in flaunting himself in front of Aeris. Wanting
only to stick it to her as soon as he could manage, the heartless cur
hauled the Cetra bodily to the other corner of the room, depositing her
messily into a seated position atop a small table that the guards used
for card-playing. Her spread legs dangled lewdly over the edge, and she
thought fleetingly to try and close them, but he'd already lowered his
pants by then. A hard dick was pressing firmly into her abdomen as she
felt herself get mounted, and all the terrified girl could muster a
short, feeble gasp.
"Hope you like it..." he cackled derisively, pulling away just far
enough to nestle the crown of his member between Aeris' furry labia.
She trembled uncontrollably as the head popped inside securely, trying
to reach behind and grip the green felt of the table to steel herself
for being raped, but he simply moved too fast. Koch pushed in without
care or restraint, marveling at the tightness of his partner and still
not understanding the significance.
Aeris, however, was acutely aware of something within her giving
way as the man slammed deep within her until embedded to the hilt. Her
precious chastity had been breached in one fell swoop, but already the
pain was being drowned out by continued emphatic incursions into her
womanly passage, each stuffing motion numbing the walls of her vagina
in an eerie displacement of what had happening. Dimly, the violated
girl was aware that she was letting out a long, wailing moan that
prompted only boisterous cheers from the anxious crowd, so she ceased
immediately and channeled her vocalization of displeasure into a low
groan, squeezing her eyes shut to try and tune out her awful lot.
Jimmy was on top of Tifa by this time, positioning his own piece at
the center of the prone vixen's densely-covered twat. She cringed upon
feeling it, lamely covering her breasts with her arms and staring
straight up as the firm instrument pierced her quim slowly, but with
great insistence that she was powerless against. Like Aeris before her,
she let out a cry of surprise as he poked through her hymen, emitting
great, heaving breaths until the tip was lodged near the entrance of
her womb.
"Shit, man!" Koch called from out of sight, continuing to rail his
brown-haired beauty as he discovered red streaks coating the length of
his shaft. "A virgin!"
"Ugh... mine too!" Jimmy shouted back breathlessly, peering down
to confirm what he already knew to be true. "Oh man..." he continued in
a more quiet tone, just loud enough for Tifa to hear. "I can't believe
my luck!"
Rolling her head to the side in fury at being addressed to so, she
gradually relinquished protection of her chest as the excited male
began to roughly grope each jutting globe. Her plan was to passively
encourage him just so he would get his jollies quicker and finish,
although it was proving difficult to put up with the flailing arms
assailing her bulging chest. Each pronounced nipple felt as if it were
being repeatedly jolted by a weak bolt spell, but it was nowhere near
as potent as the dull fire burning in her loins.
Tifa knew she was moaning -- her cries had to sound as if drawn
forth from a whore riding out another monotonous encounter. But it felt
impossible not to with the burning flame which began to bloom between
her legs. It was not pleasure just yet, but simply going from a chaste
life to suddenly having a domineering male shoving his thick length
inside her was channeling some dark, perverted sensations upwards from
her carefully-guarded vee with no outlet save her trembling lips.
Without realizing it, the striking female warrior had ceased her
affronted exterior and begun to casually bump her hips together with
the awful man, trying to tell herself that she was simply cushioning
his rapid slams to prevent getting a sore fanny. The leering males knew
better though, and cheered on their comrade as he yanked her arms
around his back in a cruel embrace.
The man's big dick plowed Tifa's sensitive hole relentlessly,
prompting the long-haired maiden to arch her back unconsciously as he
continued to penetrate her. It mattered very little, though, for he
possessed far less staying power than she and had and already reached
the limit of enjoying her. As Tifa blithely facilitated her own sexual
congress, she felt a peculiar warming sensation suddenly flow into her
genitals. Horrified, she could only squirm halfheartedly as the soldier
began inseminating her, making abundantly clear the reality of what
they were doing.
After he finished, the cruel male continued to brazenly slam into
her crotch, gleefully chortling as he worked his seed good and deep
into Tifa's ripe belly. The newly-deflowered girl's feeble attempts to
push him off met with little success until he was totally spent,
pulling his cock out with a loud sucking sound. Feeling somehow empty
and hollow now that her vaginal canal was throbbing impotently and
dripping cum out onto the floor, all Tifa wanted to do was turn around
and face the wall so she wouldn't have to look at any of them, but
another had already taken his place between her legs, lifting them up
without resistance while he slipped inside.
Meanwhile, Koch and Aeris will still going at it wholeheartedly,
albeit the violated Cetra was proving to be little less easygoing with
the whole affair than her overly-endowed friend. Gasping and sobbing
every time he rammed home in her previously well-defended pussy, she
could barely feel the full effect of the overbearing sexual act until
it was almost upon her.
"No..." she plead woefully, the shock of seeing a man inseminate
her companion having seemed distant until she was suddenly faced with
the reality of it happened to herself. "Please, just take it out!"
Koch didn't feel it necessary to even dignify Aeris's plea with a
response. Instead, he leaned back and took his arms away from her
shivering back where they were previously helping to keep her upright.
After calling the attention of his men, he tweaked the young girl's
exposed nipples jovially, causing the twin projections to become red
and puffy in clear opposition to their owner's true feelings. Wincing
away from the smarting sensation, Aeris almost forgot the insistent
pounding between her legs, at least until a strange, warm feeling began
to spread throughout her crotch.
"Noooooo!" she wailed piteously, sobbing as she struggled to roll
over and away but knowing it was futile anyhow. Koch's thick phallus
spurted her insides with hearty gobs of sticky goo, each successive
blast joining the others in contaminating the poor Cetra's pristine
womb with his dirty seed. Nearly spent, the lecherous man pulled back
and slammed into Aeris all the way, springing a pair of tears from her
eyes as she felt the sticky fluid jammed all the way up her uterus.
After what seemed like eternity with his fat prick jamming her hole
shut -- the foul cum stayed stopped up inside and soaking into her
vaginal walls, the malevolent thug finally exited her quim with a sharp
sneer, hollering along with his buddies as she poured forth pinkish
ooze all over the flimsy table.
Totally humiliated and momentarily stunned by the loss of her
innocence, Aeris slumped back and let her cum-streaked thighs lay bare
to the world. It didn't matter at this point since that man had taken
her most precious possession and now others were going to do to same.
Sure enough, a few of the higher-ranking goons swiftly grabbed every
inch of her naked flesh, trying somehow to bring her to the ground only
using the young lady's breasts and nether regions as handles. After
being roughly deposited on the hard wooden floor, she watched as her
next lover eagerly disrobed and climbed atop her, his erection pressing
menacingly against her slit. Turning her head to the side, Aeris tried
to put on as strong a front as possible when he finally slid completely
in, grabbing her shoulders firmly to help force himself deeper into her
worn cunny.
Like Koch, he penetrated Aeris hard and fast, giving no heed to the
prone girl's cries of horror as he freely imbibed of her most private
place. It was as if he were striving for speed in bedding her -- his
sole purpose to just ram his member up her abused slot and leave wet
proof of his trespass before passing her off to the next eager male.
Wracked with sniffling sobs as she tried to relax her loins on each
thrust to deaden the impact, Aeris could barely hold herself together
as he extended his tongue and slobbered all over her face, pressing it
against her lips until she finally opened up and let him explore her
oral cavity.
A second funny, moist sensation began to spread throughout her
secret place, and Aeris knew with a frightening casualness that she was
being sowed with a second helping of potent cum. Shutting her eyes and
shivering from the awful feeling splashing against her uterus in warm
blasts, she made a low moaning sound as the man continued to fill her
up, ceasing only when he finally came to rest deeply embedded inside
her body.
The exhausted Cetra allowed her cruel partner to stopper her
crammed nether orifice, relishing the minute respite of putting off
having to please yet another uncaring man. Before long, however, the
waiting crowd decided their comrade had more than used up his allotted
time, and pulled him off with a mildly annoyed grousing, as if he'd
committed some mere breach of protocol. Their discord did not last
long, for the sound of Aeris' wet labia snapping shut erotically as her
crack was vacated quickly aroused the next ready participant.
Even as Tifa watched in mute sympathy for her poor friend, (who was
moaning hysterically as she fought valiantly to open her legs obscenely
wide and take her current lover's immense shaft) more personal matters
were quickly vying for her rapt attention. With a deep grunt of pure
loathing, she grimaced loudly and grit her teeth as her hips bucked
wholly out of control. Emitting an equally flustered grunt of shame,
she another cruel burst of heat flooding her loins as a second helping
of cum splashed wetly against her womb.
Fighting back seemed so completely hopeless by now, and Tifa was
barely even conscious of the sated man slipping out of her sticky
depths, rubbing his prick through her damp pubic hair with a snicker of
satisfaction. Having become accustomed to being chain-fucked by the
brutes, she was not even completely cognizant of her surroundings.
Slowly coming to realize that her body was being casually positioned
for another to penetrate her, Tifa could only let out a weary groan.
Compelled to straddle her third lover, the exhausted girl's dripping
pussy hovered seductively over his jutting erection for just a moment
while she tried to resist the insistent pushing of the man's friends.
When finally spent, she simply sighed and slid down onto the biggest
penis so far, releasing a loud moan of exertion that sounded like
blissful pleasure to her cruel captors.
With no other choice but to place her hands on his muscular chest
to counterbalance her thrusting crotch, Tifa felt humiliated beyond
belief. The whole spectacle was slowly degrading into a debaucherous
scene she had witnessed all too often in the slums of Sector 7. As she
felt the thug's massive shaft pump deep into her sloppy womanhood, Tifa
actually sense herself wishing she was still on her back -- it was far
better than being an active participant in her own rape. The one
comforting thought was that a resplendent performance would result in
that awful goo shooting up her hole all the sooner, and bringing this
abasement to a swifter conclusion.
Turning her head to try and ignore the tantalizing sight of a thick
rod shimmying its way inside her, Tifa bucked her hips against the man
hard, long hair swinging gracefully back and forth behind her as she
vigorously rode his fat pole. The sounds emanating outwards from their
conjoined genitals were horribly revealing, and she found herself quite
unable to keep from blushing in deep chagrin at the knowledge that her
delicate, lubricated vee was blithely stimulating the Don's guardsman
without a whit of its master's approval.
Fortunately, she did not have to endure it long. After being graced
with not only the heavenly luck of being able to stick his piece in
such an innocent beauty, but also forcing the lass to bounce up and
down on his lap like a seasoned call-girl, the soldier hit his peak far
sooner than he expected. Grabbing her swaying hips with trembling
hands, he let out a victorious cry as the tip of his tool exploded
within Tifa's drenched slot, dousing her spongy vaginal walls with
more sticky cum. She shuddered slightly as a curious jolt of muted
sensation traveled up her spine, but there was little time to reflect
on it. Already the next in line was busy pulling her away to a clearer
spot in the room to bestride her from above once again.
Aeris was not so lucky to enjoy the relative ease of simply laying
on her back while an uncaring male shoved his length into her. After
her second mate had erupted spectacularly in her womb, spraying the
Cetra's uterus with powerful jets of semen, he had pulled her up to a
kneeling position while she woozily clung to his torso, spreading the
young female's thighs apart so every bystander could get an excellent
view of her sopping pussy literally gushing sperm out onto the floor.
The men continued to watch her dishonored maidenhood gape open in shock
and awe until another took his comrade's place, coming up behind Aeris
on his knees as well and pushing her top half roughly to the ground.
With her behind now so delectably "volunteered" to him, he took
advantage of the offer immediately, holding her creamy buttocks as he
slipped inside her quim from behind.
With only her forearms to bolster the weight of each thrust into
her upraised cunny, Aeris was momentarily distracted by the sheer power
invading her sacred place. She'd been trying to downplay what was
happening to her by not showing any emotion, but the mortification of
having to hunker down on all fours like an animal while an unwelcome
lover pounded her from behind was too much. Without thinking, she
emitted a surprised grunt as the plump knob pried open her swollen
entrance, then settled into a deep, exertive moan that enlivened the
rambunctious crowd by leaps and bounds.
Aeris' nude, sweaty body tensed all over as the man plowed through
deeper than no other. Being screwed this way allowed his dick to bottom
out nearly inside her uterus, much to the Cetra's astonishment. It felt
so peculiarly strange that the morbid urge to watch her own ravishment
finally became too compelling to ignore. Letting her head droop down
underneath her undulating form, Aeris peered down between her legs at
the massive cock currently stretching her womanly tunnel.
It was more shocking than she'd realized. All this time, she'd been
worrying that being so thoroughly chain-fucked like this would leave
her formerly dainty vagina loose and used -- it had never occurred at
all what her tender nether lips would look like. From her current,
unique perspective, she could see well her reddened labia bulging
outwards each time the long cylinder slid into her belly. It almost
seemed as is her vulva was gently sucking on the callous invader, not
at all minding being smashed up between her and her assailant's
crotches while nonchalantly stimulating him to a messy climax.
Then, with a triumphant roar he grabbed both her dangling breasts,
squeezing the soft flesh with meaty hands while Aeris grunted in weary
anticipation of what was to occur. Shutting her eyes hard as he roughly
groped her sensitive nipples, the transgressed Cetra steeled herself to
receive yet another viscous insemination. Hot torrents of sticky ooze
began spraying her innermost chamber, leaving slick streams of potent
ejaculate seeping out from between the gaps of their repeatedly-joining
genitals.
Spent, Aeris collapsed onto her naked belly, breathing hard from
being so energetically fucked. Her gooey snatch gaped open after taking
so many hard members, but as it was far too late to try and prevent
getting knocked up, she left her bottom upraised, exposed to any who
felt like getting a good look between her legs as a load of semen
soaked into her fertile channel.
A few hazy seconds passed, and the exhausted female became suddenly
aware that the steady din which had accompanied each reprehensible act
was now curiously silent. Hazarding a meek glance to her side, Aeris
saw Tifa and her latest partner -- who was now well past the work of
thrusting. Pushing him manhood deep within her, the last of the
soldiers grunted and spent himself, spurting messily inside before
withdrawing with an almost hurried insistence. Tifa shamelessly reached
down and fondled her dripping hole momentarily before catching what had
apparently driven her unwelcome suitor to finish prematurely.
The approaching footsteps grew louder, and already aware of the
unconscious need to cover up what had been to them, the girls shifted
position so less of their nubile bodies were so blatantly exposed. Tifa
had just managed to back up against a wall and fold her legs in front
of her when a thick, meaty arm roughly pushed the curtains leading
inside open. Caught mid-movement, Aeris grudgingly covered her wet
pussy with her hand and stared defiantly at a piece of floorboard.
"Oh my, dears!" the Don announced happily, gesturing wide with his
sausage-like fingers. "No point in being coy now..."
Koch, who had been sitting down at the card table where Aeris'
chastity was taken away, wobbled to an attentive stance and tried to
salute his boss, but tripped on a discarded bottle and nearly toppled
over before righting himself.
"Just finished, eh?" Corneo asked umimpressedly.
"Yes, sir." Koch shot back quickly and with a hesitant sense of
expectation.
"You're just lucky that the trap was on MY end..." the Don replied,
now showing much greater annoyance. "That's right, ladies, I saw right
through your friend's disguise!"
Mute looks of mixed shocked and confusion swept over both Tifa and
Aeris -- who had quite naturally let the nature of their visit to Wall
Market slip during the course of having such vigorous, unprotected sex
for the first time, with a group of utterly callous strangers no less.
"He was willing to provide a good deal of information to me..."
Corneo continued nonchalantly. "...once I had him convinced you two
would meet a bad end the second he used his weapon. Although, he really
shouldn't have blabbed the part about being a wanted terrorist. Do you
realize how HIGH the bounties on your heads are?"
Tifa shook in impotent rage, glaring at Don Cornero as he spoke so
casually about her friend's death. Aeris merely stared weakly off into
space, having a hard time coming to grip with the roll of the dice that
been dealt to her since waking up that morning.
"But, I'm an understanding man..." he finished with what was the
unmistakable rhythm of a rehearsed speech. "You two have done a great
service to my men, and you can see how thankful they are. It would be a
shame to deny the citizens of my little kingdom the pleasure of getting
to know you on such an... intimate... level. Your lives will be spared,
if you can adapt to a certain way of life. But, then again, I doubt Aps
is very hungry now anyway..."
***
Tifa had just finished applying blush to her cheeks when a buzzing
sound from the hall caught her attention. Dropping the powder puff
unceremoniously onto her bureau, she fluffed her now much-shorter hair
quickly and then crossed over to the door.
"He's here, Teef." Aeris announced, pushing her way in and making a
beeline straight for the long mirror Tifa had just been seated in front
of. She was elaborately made up as well, and both were sporting the
same cute outfit.
"The double?" Tifa asked expectantly, joining her friend in fixing
their matching stinger-shaped fannies and antennae-like headpieces.
"Yeah." Aeris answered curtly, grabbing a can of hairspray and
dousing her auburn locks with it. "I hear *great* tipper..."
The two had been working at the Honeybee Inn for a few months now,
and knew the drill well. No rough sex, nothing gross, and you at least
got forewarning if they wanted anal. Sometimes a big spender would
happen to pass through the slums, and they usually wanted the company
of two or more ladies to themselves. A double usually meant one of the
Shinra.
Cid Highwind strolled into his rented room with the same cocky grin
he'd had the day he'd become the first pilot to go into space. When
Avalance had seemingly disbanded on its own, Shinra was so proud that
the corporate machine had sorted out those ne'er-do-wells on its own
that funding was finally restored to Rocket Town. In town for the
annual report, he had decided to explore some of Midgar's more 'exotic'
locales, much to Shera's embarrassment.
The two women didn't at all mind performing as Cid requested, as he
was into fairly common stuff. First on his list was enjoying a blowjob
from Tifa while he caressed her large knockers, occasionally glancing
over at Aeris, who was spread wide on the bed and masturbating noisily
while her shaved slit glistened with fresh juices.
After his well-endowed hostess greedily sucked his shaft dry, the
sated pilot lay against the mattress' headboard and took a breather
while challenging the ladies to restore his vigor. Without hesitation,
they launched themselves into a well-practiced routine, grasping each
other firmly and dueling tongues right in front of him. Encouraged by
an approving smile while Cid lit a cigarette, Aeris snaked a fair hand
down the front of Tifa's panties and began diddling her privates, which
was quickly reciprocated.
Soon, the girls were wrestling completely nude on the bedspread,
licking and fingering each other's pussies as they cavorted about with
an occasional burst of gleeful passion. The women were so into their
sapphic experience, it was only when Cid eagerly plopped Tifa over at
the foot of the mattress to give he and Aeris some room to screw that
the randy Cetra remembered she had an audience. Warmly embracing him as
she opened her thighs to receive his pistoning shaft, the brown-haired
Ancient let him raise her legs up onto his shoulders and began to rock
her hips up against his as they coupled fiercely.
Several minutes passed, and Aeris moaned and cooed perfectly as she
executed her work, putting on a magnificent performance. Truth be told,
she was actually rather enjoying herself -- Cid's air of celebrity was
obviously well-matched by a sizeable prick. His thick, meaty rod
slammed home all the way, sending shockwaves of ecstasy throughout her
enkindled loins. However, Aeris knew her only job was to focus on her
client's satisfaction, so ignoring her own carnal desires, contracted
her vaginal walls around his bulging cock until a familiar tingle began
to envelop it.
A true gentlemen, he pulled out the last minute, glassy-eyed as he
jacked his tool over Aeris' taut stomach. She didn't miss a beat and
moved immediately to pinch her clitoris and nipples softly as he shot
his seed all over her creamy skin, giving the gracious pilot a show up
until the very end. Tifa, who had until then been trying to capture his
attention by drawing her knees up to her bountiful chest and merrily
shoving a long dildo off one of the endtables up her slick hole,
rapidly sprang into action.
Rolling over to the edge of the edge of the bed where Cid was
trying to escape Aeris' come-hither motions, she took his softening
prick in her hand and brought it into her mouth for cleaning up. Not to
be outdone, Aeris laughed and spun around, battling her companion for
the prime position to fervently suck on their customer's spent tool.
Eventually, the tame cat-fight degenerated into the two vixens flopping
back into the center of the bed, making out for Cid's benefit while the
satiated Captain reluctantly pulled his pants back on.
They begged him to stay, of course, but he knew that unless he was
able to restrain himself now, the girls would innocently whittle his
gil down to nothing as he spent days repeatedly bonking them senseless.
He did, of course, grant them one favor - recommending their services
to the Shinra board. Soon, all Shinra's high brass were taking frequent
sabbaticals down to Sector 6 whenever time allowed. Palmer, Reeve, and
Heidegger imbibed without even realizing they were fraternizing with
their former enemies, and Hojo was far too busy pumping himself full of
fertility drugs in an attempt to impregnate his long-lost 'experiment'
to inform anyone who she really was. Even Scarlett tagged along on
several occasions, and although the men all assumed she was disgusted
by their activities, the sexy blonde ended up keeping herself quite
busy by dropping in on Mukki and his friends.
All in all, Aeris and Tifa had a pretty good life. Easy job, nice
benefits, and virtually no worries. Well, except for forgetting to get
involved in stopping Sephiroth. Meteor slamming into the planet kinda
put a damper on their long-term plans.
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Emma Frost throws Cyclops a surprise party and only Psylocke is invited. MFF (Threesome, Anal, Fisting)
I'm not going to get too finicky trying to figure out where this sits in continuity - consider it a riff on how a situation like this between these characters might go down. All characters are trademark Marvel Comics. This is a parody and is in no way meant as a challenge to their copyright. Only to be read by those 18 years or older.
X-Men: Surprise Party
By JTCIII
"Sushi?" Scott asked.
"Sushi." Emma confirmed.
To say he was a little surprised would be an understatement - it certainly didn't strike Scott as being his first choice for a celebratory birthday meal. Or even his third.
It had been Emma who had arranged their weekend away. She'd insisted on making this birthday memorable - the first he'd had since they'd been together. In his position as Cyclops, leader of the X-Men, he often found his birthday falling in the middle of an alien invasion or a Sentinel attack.
This was, in fact, the first time in a long time that there wasn't any kind of crisis or siege preventing its celebration, and Emma intended on seizing upon the opportunity in style.
They'd taken a suite at the Four Seasons before heading for a Broadway show, where Emma had surprised him with backstage tickets.
They'd met the cast and had a few drinks before having to excuse themselves. Emma had kept their destination a secret as they'd jumped in a cab to make the quick trip to the restaurant.
And now here they were at Sushi Sasabune up on 73rd. Scott frowned.
"Not that I don't appreciate it, Emma, but...I guess I was kind of in the mood for steak or something."
"Darling," Emma said with slight admonishment in her voice. "Not only did Zagat's vote this the best sushi in the city, but I also wanted to make sure you weren't feeling bloated for the rest of the night."
"Oh?" Scott said, raising an eyebrow behind his ruby quartz glasses. "And what would you have in mind for the rest of the night?"
"Never you mind," Emma replied, a soft smirk on her face. She was wearing her signature blue lipstick and matching eyeshadow. On anyone else it would look cheap. On her, it underlined her stature as the White Queen. "Let's just enjoy our dinner, shall we?"
He opened the door for her and she forwarded in, and the meal turned out to be surprisingly good, if not a little less than filling. Given what Emma had been hinting at, however, Scott thought that was for the best.
They paid their bill and caught a cab back to the hotel, where they took a table in the bar and ordered some drinks.
"I have to say, Emma - I really appreciate everything you've done tonight," he said while nursing his second martini, her hand in his. "It's been a great birthday. Thank you. Very much."
"You're talking like the evening's already over," Emma said. "But I still have one more surprise up my sleeve. And I think, if you turn around to see who's just arrived, you'll agree with me that it's the best one yet."
Perplexed, Scott swivelled in his chair to look at the entranceway. Standing there, in a figure-hugging black cocktail dress, was Psylocke. She was scanning the crowd, looking for some familiar faces, and lit up when she finally saw Scott and Emma sitting on the other side of the room. Every set of eyes in the place turned to look at her as she made her way towards them, just as they'd done when Emma had entered.
Betsy looked like a panther stalking its way through the jungle, with her sheeny purple hair slicked back and her choice of attire showing off her toned, curvy body to maximum effect.
For her part, Psylocke didn't seem to notice the attention she was receiving as she arrived at the table her X-Men cohorts were sharing.
"Scott - Emma!" She said, leaning to kiss both their cheeks. "I'm not early am I?"
"Early?" Scott said, confused, but still standing to greet her while she took the spare chair at their table.
"Not at all, you're right on time," Emma said, before gesturing to a waiter. "Drink?"
"Oh, uh, champagne please?" Psylocke said to the white-jacketed man who promptly appeared beside the table.
"Very good, madam." He said before once again vanishing.
"Right on time for what?" Scott asked,
"Oh no," Psylocke said, looking at Emma anxiously. "I haven't ruined the surprise, have I?"
"Not at all. In fact, my dear, you could say you are the surprise."
"Excuse me?" Psylocke replied, not noticing that her drink had just been delivered.
"Emma, what's going on?" Scott asked.
"Allow me to explain," Emma said, taking a sip from her glass. "I've long been aware of the attraction that the both of you have felt for one another. Though circumstances have kept you from always working alongside each other, the tension whenever you meet again is, well...palpable.
"While I would never want to manipulate those close to me into doing something they didn't want to, I thought the event of Scott's birthday offered an opportunity for us all to sit and consider a mutually beneficial venture, and so I invited Betsy here under the pretence of attending a birthday party.
"The guest list for that party, however, consists of only three names."
"Emma..." Scott said, more than a little stunned. "You're not....you're not suggesting what I think you are. Are you?"
"What better way to celebrate life, my love, than to seize it in the boldest way possible?" Emma said, a shrewd smile on her face and a teasing twinkle in her eye.
"Oh my God," Scott said, shaking his head. "Betsy, I'm so sorry. I had no idea about any of this, I swear. I don't know what's gotten into Emma, but ---."
"There's no need to apologise, Scott," Psylocke replied, her demeanour as poised and unruffled as always. "Far from it, in fact."
"You're...not mad about this?"
"Well, I'd rather that if Emma had something like this in mind, she could have told me about it beforehand," Psylocke said, shooting Emma a quick look. Emma, for her part, smiled and swirled her drink in her hand.
"But...think about it, Scott. We've both had our brushes with death. We both know - first-hand - how short life can be, and how much you need to take advantage of it while you still have the chance.
"And, well...Emma's right - there's long been an attraction between the two of us. I always regretted that there was nothing that could come of it, and I imagine you might have felt the same way."
"Oh, he does," Emma replied. "Sometimes when I'm waking up in the morning, I get a psychic imprint of his dreams. You've featured more than once, my dear."
"Emma!" Scott said.
"What? It's true. You know it is. I'm not jealous. Why should I be? It's clear to see she's a beautiful woman - the very thing dreams are made of. All I want is to share that dream with you...with Betsy's permission, of course."
Betsy took another sip of her champagne. Somehow, during the short but eventful course of their conversation, she'd managed to drain the entire glass without even realising.
"...Do you have a room in the hotel?"
"The executive suite." Emma said with a nod.
"Perhaps...perhaps we'd be best reconvening there." Psylocke placed her empty glass on the table, making meaningful eye contact with both Emma and Scott. Scott, in turn, looked like he'd just been hit by a bus.
The whole room once again looked out of the corners of their eyes as the Eurasian beauty and the blonde goddess rose from their table with their male companion. It looked like he'd had a little too much to drink as they guided him towards the elevators.
Emma couldn't help but do a quick telepathic scan of the room. She smiled wickedly to herself. Every single man in the bar was wondering what that lucky bastard had done to deserve this...
They rode up in the elevator in silence, Scott's tense demeanour setting everyone on edge. When the doors slid open on their floor, Emma handed Psylocke the swipe card to their room.
"Make yourself comfortable, Betsy. We'll be in momentarily."
Psylocke took it, looking at Scott with a mixture of longing and trepidation. His face, shielded behind his ruby red glasses, betrayed nothing. Betsy closed the door behind her.
"I can't believe this is happening," Scott said. "This is...this is too much."
"Calm yourself, my love," Emma said, taking his hands in hers and kissing him gently. "There's nothing happening here but three consenting adults agreeing to enjoy each other's company."
"But..." Scott said, unsure of how to proceed, his desire and his sense of responsibility at war with each other.
"With your permission, I'd like to do something I believe will help," Emma said. "It would involve stimulating certain areas of your brain, releasing endorphins and such. It would be the equivalent of four or five shots of tequila with a Viagra chaser. And no hangover."
Scott let out a pent-up breath. His jaw clenched.
"You're always the strong one, my love. Always denying yourself," Emma said, her body pressing against his as she pulled him into a kiss. "Allow yourself this one time to let go."
He kissed her back, his hands running down her body to cup her rear. He could already feel himself stirring.
"...Do it." He said, and she complied. His head flooded with euphoria, his body surging with intensified need. She smiled at him.
When they entered the room, they found Psylocke stretched out on the couch admiring the panoramic view of the city beneath them. She'd raided the mini-bar in their absence, a bottle of vodka opened on the coffee table. She'd even switched on the stereo system, having found a station playing mood-setting R&B.
Her little black dress lay in a heap on the floor.
"There's the birthday boy." She said with an inviting smile as she sat up, and as she did her ample breasts pressed together, barely contained in her low-cut purple bra. Both Scott and Emma stared in delighted wonder at her body; her perfect ass framed by the thong underwear that matched her lacy top, the tight black stockings that ran the length of her legs.
"Aren't you just a ravishing sight to behold?" Emma said, shedding her coat as she walked over to the couch.
"I hope you don't mind, I helped myself." Psylocke said, brandishing the glass half-full of spirits.
"Not at all," Emma replied. "So long as you don't mind me having a taste."
Emma lent down, stroking Psylocke's cheek before drawing her into a kiss. It was soft and sweet at first, growing in intensity as their tongues entwined, losing themselves to the heat of it.
When they parted it was to look up at Scott, wordlessly inviting him to join them. He pulled his jacket from his broad shoulders and dumped it on the floor as he strode over to them, wasting no more time as he grabbed Psylocke firmly and threw her back in a deep, passionate kiss.
She sighed around his mouth as his tongue found hers, like he'd provided her with something she'd been aching for. The truth was that he'd been aching for it too, and for just as long.
He ran his hands up along the curve of her back, clutching her close to him as he kissed her over and over again. After years of control, after years of self-denial, he put all of himself into this one act, this culmination of so much longing.
Emma floated in beside them, offering her lips to Scott. He noticed that she'd taken the opportunity to step out of her cocktail dress. She stood now wearing a bustier in her trademark white with matching garter belt, suspenders and stockings.
Scott also saw, with excited surprise, that she'd already removed her panties, if she'd even been wearing any in the first place. Her freshly manicured pubic hair pointed in a blonde triangle down towards the pink lips of her pussy, which already glistened with moisture.
"Before we get too far into this..." Emma whispered gently to the two of them. "I have one more proposal."
"Oh?" Psylocke said, kissing at Scott's ear and suckling his lobe. "And what would that be?"
"I can establish a telepathic link between the three of us, that would allow us to feel the pleasure that each is experiencing. We wouldn't feel the same physical sensations, just the satisfaction that comes with them," she ended with a daring smile. "Sound good?"
Betsy grinned.
"I'm in." She said.
Scott, not being a stranger to the use of psionic ability during sex, nodded his head.
"Me too."
"Excellent." Emma said, closing her eyes. Scott and Betsy could both feel a tingling at the forefront of their brains, before the feelings of arousal that were already coursing through them effectively tripled.
"We have contact." Emma said, before planting a kiss hot and hungry on Scott's lips, her body pressing up against him on one side, Psylocke's on the other. Each of them could feel the excitement of the others flowing through them, making their blood pump harder and their skin tingle with anticipation.
Emma's hand found the growing hardness in Scott's pants and moaned with approval as she rubbed at it.
Betsy, not content to sit back, petalled small kisses along Scott's neck, as she took his hand in hers and raised it to her breast. It was full and firm but pliant beneath his grasp, and he delighted in the idea of finally seeing what Betsy's breasts looked like.
Emma gave him the chance. Leaning around Betsy, she undid the clasp of her bra and revealed the soft, round tits that ached to be free.
"Mmmm." Betsy murmured appreciatively, the cool of the room's air conditioning caressing her breasts.
As Scott leaned in to another kiss with Betsy, Emma unbuttoned the top of her corset. She stripped the bra free from it, leaving only the waist cinch on as her luscious tits spilled out over the top.
Both pairs of breasts were large, but while Emma's nipples were pink, soft and round, Betsy's were small, dark and firm. Their tits squished together and their nipples rubbed against one another as Emma moved in between Scott and Betsy, stealing away their kiss.
"Now, now, Scott. Don't be so greedy. We have to share." She pressed her lips to Betsy's, blue lipstick on magenta.
They started gently with one another, peppering each with light, little kisses that grew in need. Emma's small pink tongue flicked out to lick at Betsy's lips, Betsy adding her own tongue to the proceedings to draw Emma into a deep, lingering kiss.
Emma massaged Psylocke's breasts as Betsy took over rubbing at Scott's trapped member, now pulsating with need through the material of his pants. She took her hand off him only long enough to unbutton his shirt and unbuckle his belt. She then returned to rubbing at his groin, moaning as her lips smacked against Emma's.
They lost themselves to each other, running their hands across one another's waists and breasts. Scott watched them with quiet hunger.
Emma broke off suddenly, shooting a wicked glance Scott's way.
"I believe we're ignoring our birthday boy."
"So we are." Betsy replied.
"Let's correct that, shall we?" Emma said with cat-like glee.
With the kind of strength one would expect from two warrior women, they pushed Scott down onto the couch, his pants ripped off in a quick series of moves. All that stood now between him and total nakedness were black boxer briefs and a pair of crimson shades.
The boxer briefs didn't last long.
Emma flashed for a second into her diamond form, using her increased strength to rip Scott's underwear from him. She transformed back as she twirled the torn boxers around on her finger, laughing as she threw them across the room.
"My goodness," Psylocke said, her eyes running greedily up and down the length of Scott's cock. It stood proudly in his lap, if not in need of attention. "You're a lucky woman, Emma."
"Aren't I though?" Emma replied with a wink.
"May I?" She posed the question to Emma as she sank to her knees in front of Scott, whose breath caught in his chest at the sight of her in such a position.
"Oh, please do."
Psylocke took a tentative grasp of his bare penis. It bobbed and swelled in her hand. Her grip grew firm as she lent in and placed a kiss on the helmet. Scott groaned. Betsy looked up, her eyes searching out his behind his visor.
She drew a long lick up along the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock, before swallowing the head into her mouth.
Scott closed his eyes, focusing on the pleasure of it, only to open them again to the sight of Emma on her knees beside Psylocke, nuzzling at his nuts.
The sounds of slurps and lip smacks filled the room as Emma and Betsy took turns licking and sucking Scott's cock and balls.
"Are we spoiling you, Scott?" Emma asked him as Betsy traced the edge of his shaft's helmet. Emma held his dick hard in her hand, offering it to Psylocke's eager mouth.
"Oh God yes."
"Would you like more?" Emma asked, jerking him off into Betsy's mouth. "Would you like to feel my pussy around your cock?"
"Please!" He said.
"I didn't hear you," She said, stopping her pumping long enough to allow Betsy to deep-throat him. "Would you like me to come up there and fuck you?"
"Yes!" Scott hissed. "Please!"
"Well...all you had to do was ask." Emma replied sweetly, before pulling herself up the length of his body to rest in his lap, Psylocke regretfully pulling her mouth from him.
Emma parted her thighs wide, straddling him. She kissed him hard, her hands tangling in his hair. She parted from their kiss to nibble at his lip, while her right hand ran down her body, tweaking her nipple before finding his cock. The feel of her cool flesh on his, hot and firm, almost made him jump. She grinned at the reaction.
"Now, now. Don't get too excited just yet. There's so much more to come."
She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and gave him a light tug, followed by another. He could feel her pussy radiating heat such a tiny, excruciating distance from the tip of his cock.
"Don't tease me, Emma."
"No?" She said with a smirk, squeezing him even tighter.
"No," he said. "I just want to fuck you. I want to fuck the evil right out of you."
Her smirk broadened into a dazzling, if not devilish, smile. She loved it when he indulged in dirty talk. It was rare, but it was often inventive.
"Who am I to deny you on your birthday, hmm? You go ahead, my darling..."
She pressed the head of his cock up against the open folds of her cunt. There was a moment of pressure as they pushed against each other, before finally the helmet slipped inside and was met with all the moist heat she had to offer. They groaned together at the feel of it.
"...you fuck all my sins away."
She moaned as she slowly pushed down on him, his cock sliding deeper into her, inch after inch. Finally, their hips met as the base of his dick pressed against her crotch. They both sighed with satisfaction at the feel of him so deep inside her.
As Emma started to slowly ride up and down on Scott's dick, Betsy sat to the side. With one hand she rubbed and stroked her nipples, pinching them gently into hardness as her other hand brushed through the tiny mohawk of pubic hair that descended to the opening of her slit. She'd thrown aside her panties long ago, leaving her dressed only in the black stockings that stretched mid-way up her thighs.
Betsy watched the tensing of Scott's muscles, his hands on Emma's tiny waist as he helped raise and lower her. She watched Emma's sculpted body undulate on top of the X-Men's leader, the man that Betsy had for so long desired. She looked at Emma's beautiful tits as they bounced and swayed, the curve of her perfect peach of an ass...
Betsy was shocked to find herself busily masturbating, her folds so slick with need. She knew she couldn't simply sit back and watch any longer.
The sensation was strange at first, and took Scott by surprise, but as he glanced behind Emma he melted into it - it was the feeling of Psylocke on her knees, lapping at his balls while he fucked the former White Queen deep and hard.
Betsy took one ball in her mouth, suckled it, then took the next. All the while, Emma's rear bounced above her nose, the smell of sex sweet and tangy.
Scott squeezed Emma's breasts, before running his hands down her body to pull her cheeks apart. Betsy seized on the opportunity by running a quick teasing lick across Emma's asshole and the ridge of her labia.
"Oh!" Emma squealed with surprise, before melting into delight. "Oh, Betsy! That feels so good!"
"Does it?" Psylocke asked, before offering another lash of her tongue. Emma shuddered.
"Let me show you," she replied huskily. "Get your sweet arse up here."
Betsy didn't need a second invitation. As Emma rose and fell on Scott's dick, Psylocke pulled herself up, straddling Cyclops's head, positioning her pussy directly in front of his face.
His dream of seeing Betsy naked now fulfilled, Scott moved to realise his second dream. He leant up, straightening his back and opening his mouth so he could at long last taste Betsy's cunt, her labia engorged with desire.
Betsy cried out, then moaned. At first, Scott thought it was from purely his licking of her pussy and clit, but then out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of Emma. She was working the tip of her tongue in and around Psylocke's ass, lathering Psylocke's tiny pink hole and making her squirm with rapturous delight.
"Mmmm, that's it, lover," Emma said, her mouth buried in Betsy's cheeks. "Lick her. Taste her. Tongue-fuck her, like you always wanted."
Taking this as a challenge, Scott increased his efforts, scooping his tongue inside Betsy's pussy and draining her of her juices, ending with a thick lashing of her clit. The sexy Eurasian mutant tensed, the pleasure escalating as she was worked at from both angles, Scott's tongue hot and heavy on her slit, Emma's wet and warm on her asshole.
Emma, never to be outdone, ran her fingers along the rise of Betsy's tight asscheeks, finding the little rosebud she'd lubed up so well. She dipped a finger inside, finding it tight and making Betsy shudder.
Emma's spare hand plied Betsy's cheeks apart as she slipped her finger in and out, over and over again, before sliding a second in, stretching the pink little asshole wide to once again receive the full weight of Emma's eager tongue.
It proved too much, and Betsy let out a guttural scream as she started to cum, her knees shaking.
"Ohhhh fffffffuck!" She cried, her hips flexing and thrusting of their own accord, her crotch and ass rocking back and forth between Scott and Emma's mouths.
The psychic link that Emma had established between the three of them worked its magic, filtering all the pleasure Betsy was experiencing through Emma and Scott's minds. The intensity of it sent Emma into a tailspin - she squeezed her cunt tight around Scott's cock as she came fast and hard, grinding her crotch down onto his.
Emma's screams mingled with Psylocke's, a cacophonous harmony of orgasmic joy.
"So good!" Emma hissed between high-pitched moans. "So fucking goooooood!"
Scott could feel his balls boiling up, could feel himself on the edge of ejaculation as now the pleasure of both Betsy and Emma blasted through his brain - only to be quashed with the tingling sensation of Emma in his mind once more.
~Not yet, my darling.~ She told him telepathically, looking into his eyes with a sinful smile on her face. ~We have to save that for the big finish.~
Scott nodded soundlessly, his head swaying. Ordinarily, he might have taken umbrage at this intrusion, but in the midst of all this heat and desire he could bring himself to do nothing but follow Emma's lead.
Psylocke slid down from her position atop the two of them, and Emma murmured to herself as she pulled herself up and off Scott's dick, the head of it flicking from her folds, spattering droplets of her own fluids against her thighs.
They reshuffled quickly, working on instinct as Emma lay down lengthways on the couch, with Psylocke on all fours kissing and licking at her navel, while Scott positioned himself on his knees behind Betsy, his cock pressing up against her, throbbing at the tight flesh of her ass.
He ran his hands along her torso, cupping and massaging her full, firm breasts. He could see Emma watching him, clearly enjoying the sight of him and Psylocke naked together. Emma bit on her own finger, gliding a hand across her tits and down her stomach to play at her pussy.
Betsy, looking over her shoulder, eyed Scott with deadly desire.
"Do it, Scott," she whispered. "Take me. Fuck me hard, like we've always wanted."
Though it was inscrutable behind his glasses, he glanced at Emma. She nodded her head.
~Do it, Scott.~ She told him telepathically. ~Fuck her!~
He needed no further prompting. He pushed the tip of his member up against Betsy's slit and pressed it into her, sinking into her slick, soft pussy.
"Aahhhh!" Both Scott and Betsy breathed, the years of pent-up need extinguished in the one act.
Psylocke waited for the moment that Cyclops was balls deep inside her, the full length and width of him penetrating her so deeply, filling her up. She almost came just at the thought of it, but she decided instead to distract herself, muzzling at Emma's pink wet pussy.
Emma cooed with satisfied delight as Psylocke sank her index finger into her slit, exploring the hot, spongy flesh inside. It was like sticking a finger into a hot pot of honey, and Betsy marvelled at the reactions she was getting as she sought out Emma's g-spot and started flicking and frigging it.
"Feels so good." Emma whispered, her eyes drawing closed as she parted her thighs wider.
Scott, meanwhile, had built up his speed quickly, the front of his thighs slapping against the back of Betsy's as he fucked her hard from behind, watching his lover sprawled out in front of the both of them, getting licked and fingered.
He had given up on the thought of ever experiencing Psylocke this way, but now that it was happening he could hardly believe it was real, could barely think of never having it. Her cunt was so tight, so perfect, her body like a drug that he wanted more and more of.
As if reading his mind - and in all likelihood she probably was - Scott once again heard Emma's voice in his head.
~You're fucking her so good, my love...but now do what you've always secretly desired to do even more.~ She said. ~Fuck her in the ass.~
Scott hesitated.
Emma was right. Whenever Psylocke had walked past him in her uniform, he couldn't help but steal a glance at her as she passed - couldn't help but stare at the sight of her in her blue thong, the material disappearing so enticingly between her round cheeks. He'd always wondered what it would feel like...but surely this, if nothing else, was crossing the line.
Betsy had almost frozen in place, right in the middle of licking Emma's pussy. Clearly Scott wasn't the only one that Emma was using her powers to talk to.
~Look at her.~ He could hear Emma once more. ~She wants it. She wants it so badly...~
"...Don't you, Betsy?" Emma finished by speaking aloud.
Psylocke bit down on her lip, her face flushed. She nodded her assent, confirming it by raising her ass up in the air.
"I want it, Scott. I want ~you~. Fuck my ass." Her hands slid to her thighs, her fingers tensing as she pulled her asscheeks apart. "Please!"
Scott's head swayed as if he was drunk. He placed an uncertain hand on Betsy's rear, his thumb pressing against her puckered hole. She tensed, but not unpleasantly.
The hole was still wet from Emma's tongue.
He slid from the depths of Betsy's cunt, every ridge rasping against her pussylips as he pulled out, and he placed the swollen head of his cock against the entrance to her ass.
Emma watched with a mixture of rapt fascination and overwhelming arousal.
Psylocke breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling as her heart pounded deep within it.
"Do it." Emma said, and he did, plunging his cock deep into Psylocke's buttery asshole, never before having experienced anything so sweet and tight.
He pushed in, further and further. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he could hear his voice mixed with Betsy's in ecstatic delight.
"Oh God!" Betsy cried out, almost screaming. "Oh Ggggod! It's so big! So fucking deep!"
When Scott had slid it in as far as he could, he paused, allowing them both to catch their breath. He knew if he tried anything else at this stage he wouldn't last long. He settled instead to simply view the tableau in front of him, the curve of Betsy's bare back, the sheen of her hair, the incredible sight of Emma bare naked and spread eagle.
With a motioning of her hips, Emma was able to coax Psylocke back down from the heavens to which she'd ascended, and reminded her of what lay so invitingly before her.
Furrowing her brow, Betsy concentrated her efforts on Emma, rasping her tongue along her folds and up her mound to her clit, which she started to suckle.
Her index finger still there, Betsy slid her middle finger inside Emma's pussy, and then her ring finger. Emma was so wet that they slipped in with ease - it was the pinky that proved tricky, but soon Betsy was finger-fucking the former White Queen with everything but her thumb.
"Jesus!" Emma groaned, undulating her hips in time with Psylocke's fingers.
The sight of his lover with her legs spread and Betsy knuckles deep in her cunt drove Scott wild. He pushed his cock deeper into Psylocke as his hand rounded her hip and found her clit.
Just flicking it lightly with his fingertips was enough to make her writhe. She hissed in delight and pushed her hand deeper into Emma, her thumb finally joining the rest of her fingers.
Emma let out a high-pitched wail as Psylocke started to fist her. Betsy's rhythm was gentle, slow, but it was also steady, stretching Emma wide, her soaked pussy leaking all over the leather couch.
"Ffffck! Fffffck!" Emma swore through clenched teeth and tight lips, pushing herself away and against the hand that was filling her so deep.
All the while, Scott continued to take deep, hard strokes into Psylocke's ass, his mind and body filling not only with pleasure from his own actions, but the pleasure Betsy and Emma were experiencing as well.
He wanted to cum so bad, but he maintained his control as he watched Psylocke groan and murmur around Emma's pussy, her tongue lashing Emma's clit as she continued to slip her hand in and out of her.
"I can't --- can't take much more!" Emma said, the sensation of Psylocke's tongue on the nub of her clitoris drawing her higher and higher, the fullness of her fist inside her so painfully intoxicating.
Betsy could feel her own pleasure mounting as Scott's hard, thick cock gained speed, so deep and hot in her ass. Her slit was throbbing with the need to release, her thighs slick with her arousal.
She pushed her ass into Scott, fucking back at him - he had one hand gripping her asscheek and the other slipping around to find her clit again. She knew that it wouldn't take much now to send her over the edge, so she poised herself, ready, and when she began to feel the wave building she followed through on what she'd been planning since she slipped her first finger in Emma's hot, moist cunt.
With a blast of purple energy, Psylocke ignited her psychic knife deep within Emma.
The effect was instantaneous.
Emma's whole body lurched as threw her head back and let out a guttural scream.
"UUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh!!!" Emma cried out, the sudden intensity of her orgasm overpowering her speech, her hips rising up as her fingers and toes dug welts into the couch, her blonde hair streaking her face.
The feel of Scott against her, inside her, the touch of his fingers against her clit, the sensations that were now flooding her with her psychic connection to Emma - all of it was too much for Betsy.
Even as she concentrated on sliding her glowing psychic knife in and out of Emma's pussy, she felt her muscles constrict. Her asshole squeezed tight around Scott's dick, keeping it from moving more than inch or two.
Emma fell back against the couch, sated, as Betsy used the shoulder of her free hand and the forearm of the hand she had inside Emma to stabilize her weight, before hurriedly jamming her fingers inside her own dripping cunt, madly fingering herself as she crested the wave.
"Fuck!" She grunted, extinguishing her psi-knife and pulling her hand from an almost comatose Emma. It was slick and warm as she brought it around behind her to pull Scott in closer, to feel him deep inside her, the head of his cock throbbing in her bowels.
"Fucking me so...sooo..." Betsy's pussy squelched as her fingers moved in a blur, frigging herself. Scott, knowing what was about to happen, slammed his cock deep in her ass one last time, her skin rippling with the tremor of it. "...so gooood!"
Betsy thrashed against Scott as she started to cum, the long build-up culminating in a rapid-fire series of multiple orgasms. Bam, bam, bam - one after another they wracked Psylocke's body, forcing her up onto her knees, arching her back, opening her mouth wide in a cry of ecstasy.
With a small gurgle of pleasure to punctuate her release, Psylocke peaked, then fell forward, Scott's twitching member sliding from her ass as she tumbled onto Emma, their breasts pressing against each other as they both lay on the couch, spent.
Scott watched the two of them, his dick trembling in the air. He was so close. So painfully close...
The two beautiful women lay there a moment, their eyes closed. But slowly their lashes flickered open, and Emma looked up at him with a smile raising the corner of her lips.
"Oh, my poor baby," she said, prompting Psylocke to half open her eyes and turn her head to also look up at him. "You want to cum, don't you?"
Scott replied by clenching his jaw and nodding his head.
"Mmmmm..." Psylocke moaned, looking into Emma's eyes. "We should do something about that, shouldn't we?"
They each took one of his hands and pulled him from the couch, standing him up while they in turn sunk to their knees.
They wasted no time in ceremony, no patience in teasing, as their mouths enveloped his dick, Emma sucking heartily on the head as Psylocke sucked the shaft and balls.
The psychic channel was still open, so he could feel their post-orgasmic bliss as they could feel his ever-building tension, and they laughed with delight as they licked up the salty release of his dribbling pre-cum.
Scott's hips started to bob of their own accord as Emma and Psylocke went to town on his cock, kissing around it, flicking their tongues along the helmet's rim and against each other, pumping their hands up and down the shaft and tickling his balls.
It all finally proved too much. The veins on Scott's body and along his shaft stood to full attention as he went spiralling over the edge. His balls drew up tight against his body.
"He's going to cum!" Emma cooed with delight.
"I want it all over me," Betsy said. "I've always wanted to feel it, sweet and sticky."
"Cum for us, baby!" Emma said, her hand tight around his shaft as Psylocke took another quick suck of the head. "Cum all over us!"
Scott started to groan loud and hard through gritted teeth, his eyes clenched shut as he bubbled over, spurting hot cum all over the both of them.
His load was thick and heavy and shot out in fat strands as it first hit Emma in the forehead, running down the length of her gorgeous, sculpted face to collect in the blue of her lipstick and to be licked up by a quick flash of her pink tongue.
The second spurt caught Betsy in the hair, running down to drip in her eyes and catch in her lashes.
The third hit them both on the chest, tracing the contours of their full, heavy breasts, Psylocke's dark nipples glittering with the semen they collected.
"Oh God!" Scott groaned. "Oh God!"
Having only moments ago cum themselves, the psychic link that was still open between the three of them left Emma and Betsy vulnerable to the intensity of Scott's own release. Their pussies quivered as they were both treated to the aftershocks, both experiencing quick, sharp orgasms by way of shared pleasure.
The post-script to their own enjoyment came with the final salvo from Scott's exploding cock, the last load dripping from the tip of Betsy's nose and the small cleft of Emma's chin. The two women began to giggle as they looked at one another, their make-up smeared with sparkling white jizz.
"Now that's what I call an optic blast." Emma laughed as she milked Scott for every last drop he had to offer, her hand as sticky with his cum as the rest of her.
"Our fearless leader!" Psylocke said in contented agreement.
For his part, all Scott could do was try to regain his breath, his body buzzing in the afterglow of his release.
"That was...that was..." He tried to say.
"The best birthday gift you've ever had?" Emma said with a knowing smile.
"The best ever." Scott said with a nod.
"I don't know about you two, but I could use a shower." Psylocke said, standing. She strutted from the living room towards the bathroom, stopping to throw a seductive glance back at them from over her shoulder. "Care to join me?"
The sight of her toned, naked body, her ass still glistening from the fucking it took, her thighs wet, her face and tits glistening with cum - she looked like sex personified. Scott and Emma could only smile to each other, before he helped her to her feet.
They followed Betsy to the shower, where Scott fucked her against the wall, the water streaming down their bodies as Emma watched, fingering herself to orgasm after orgasm. When Scott came again, Emma knelt on the tiles to lick it clean from Psylocke's pussy, massaging the soap into her skin to clean her off.
They eventually collapsed into bed, all three of them exhausted, and when Scott awoke it was to sunlight pouring through the bedroom window. Emma was naked and coiled in his arms, but as he looked around he saw Betsy was nowhere to be seen.
He found a note on the bedside table. He tried not to wake Emma up as he lent over and picked it up.
'The most incredible night I've ever had! Best wishes to the birthday boy and his wicked collaborator...and wishes for another night together not too long from now. Xxx, Betsy'
Next to her name was the outline of her purple lipstick where she'd kissed the paper. Scott let out a breath as he lent back into the pillows.
As his mind wheeled through the events of the previous night, he could hardly believe them to be real. It felt so unlike him, to have thrown caution to the wind so fully.
He started to wonder - how much had he changed in so short a time? His merging with Apocalypse, his alienation from Jean, the start of his relationship with Emma...was he becoming a different man? And what kind of man was that?
Emma stirred beside him and moved in closer, resting her head in his nook. She really had provided him with the best birthday gift he'd ever had; the chance to cut loose, to relinquish control, and to enjoy life on its most primal level.
He resolved not to overanalyse it. Instead, he wrapt his arms tightly around Emma, closed his eyes, and dreamt of what she might have in store for him for his next birthday...
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Jessica Rabbit meets a new man. A Superman. MF.
Author's note: This is a loose sequel to my earlier story 'Jessica Rabbit: Showtime', set many years later and exploring a pairing often depicted in Julius Zimmerman's famous series of Jessica Rabbit drawings.
All characters are TM and (C) their respective license holders and their appearance here is parody. This story should be read only by those who are 18 years or older.
Feedback and voting is always very much appreciated.
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Jessica Rabbit: Summer Rain
by JTCIII
Lightning flashed behind the Hollywood sign, threatening an oncoming storm.
It had been one of those summers where the heat made you more aware of your own body as it sucked the moisture right out of you. The kind of summer that when the rain did finally arrive, it hissed with the steam that came with it.
But it wasn't raining. Not yet. And as Jessica Rabbit hugged the curves of the Hollywood Hills in her convertible Rolls Royce, the engine roaring, she kept glancing at the horizon, wondering when the clouds were finally going to break.
The wind was whipping through her lush red hair. A human woman would worry about looking dishevelled but it wasn't a problem for the toon beauty. She knew that wherever she arrived, no matter what, she would look good. After all, she was drawn that way...
Looking good, however, was the furthest thing from her mind. In a town like LA, friendship was a commodity hard to come by. With things falling down around her she needed a friend more than ever, and there was only one person she knew she could count on.
Jessica took one last curve at top speed before jerking the wheel to the left, the wheels bumping up over the curb as she pulled into the long, winding driveway. The car idled to a stop outside the mansion, where a solitary light emanated from deep within.
She could hear jazz music playing as she killed the engine and walked up to the front door, curling her mink stole around her shoulders. She knew he'd be home and was grateful to have been proven right.
Jessica pressed her finger to the doorbell. A needle scratched and the jazz music stopped abruptly. She heard footsteps walking determinedly down the hall.
Some homeowners might have stopped at that point to struggle with the dead bolt, but not in this house. No, the door swung open unlocked, the handle held by a man unafraid of the possibility, however remote, of someone with ill intentions darkening his doorstep.
"Jess?" Clark Kent said with obvious surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"I've left Roger," Jessica replied. "May I come in?"
Clark's mouth dropped open and his eyes went wide. He stared at her numbly, but nodded his head.
"Of course, of course." He stood to one side, allowing her to strut inside on her towering high heels, and closed the door behind them.
As Jessica walked down the hallway, her eyes scanned the walls. Amongst the photos of Clark in his Superman guise and of Clark at the Academy Awards, she found the one framed black-and-white that she was looking for; her and Roger on a double date with Clark and Cinderella, Clark's ladyfriend of the time.
"Good times." Jessica said with a wry smile, not realising that she'd come to a stop standing next to the photo.
"Yeah, until Cindi gave me my walking papers..." Clark said, laying a gentle hand on Jessica's bare shoulder. She glanced at him. "Jess, what's going on?"
"...Do you have anything to drink, Clark?" She asked, pulling away and walking into the cavernous lounge, the only room in the house that was lit. The golden light bounced warmly off the curves of her body; an observation that Clark was in the habit of trying to ignore.
"Uh, yeah. Yeah. I was just helping myself to a scotch." He said, following after her. He was dressed in a smoking jacket and slippers, and a copy of The Collected Works of Nietzsche sat bookmarked on the table next to a leather armchair.
"Spare a lady a scotch and soda?" Jessica asked, running her fingers over the gilded lettering on the book's cover, before adding, "On the rocks...with ice."
"Don't worry, I've mixed enough drinks to know what 'on the rocks' means." Clark said as he ambled over to the drinks cabinet.
"Sorry," Jessica said. "Obviously I've been working in too many toon clubs."
"No problem," Clark said, plucking the ice from its bucket. "Now, please...what's going on with you and Roger?"
Jessica didn't seem to hear the question, or simply ignored it, as she continued to amble around the room, absently looking at all the framed photos.
"Do you ever keep in touch with Lois?" She asked, staring at a picture from the set of the Fleischer Studios Superman shorts.
"She's doing radio work over in New York these days," Clark replied, pouring the whiskey. "We catch up whenever she's in town but we never really had all that much in common."
"And the directing?" Jessica asked. "How's that?"
"Well...work is work." Clark said. Ever since the Superman films had come to an end, he'd been finding it hard to get any work on-camera. He'd been working behind the scenes the past few years under the pseudonym Kent Dalton.
Clark turned, two glasses in his hands, to find Jessica holding one of the pictures, scrutinising it after having pulled it down from the wall.
It was a photo from the lounge act days. Over ten years ago, he and Roger had been doing some moonlighting as a comedy duo. It was an act that the press would eventually dub the 'toon equivalent of Martin and Lewis', but in those days it was just a bit of fun, with Clark playing the straight man and Roger, as always, the wacky clown.
The picture Jessica held in her gloved hand was a promo shot, featuring the voluptuous redhead the duo would fight over as part of the routine. Given how good a friend Clark was to not only Roger but Jessica as well, it was only a natural to include her in the act.
The three of them beamed out from the sepia-toned photo, their lives so wonderfully uncomplicated. Jessica couldn't help but notice the sharp contrast between the grinning girl in the picture and the face that reflected back at her in the glass frame.
"Your drink." Clark said as he sidled up next to her.
"Thank you." Jessica said, taking the glass and putting the photograph down. She pressed her lips to the rim and took a sip.
"You going to tell me what the problem is?"
For a moment, Jessica stared deep into his eyes and Clark was overcome. But then she turned, strolling over to the brown leather couch where she perched on the edge of the seat, her stole sinking in behind her.
"I heard they were talking about doing a new Superman series. For TV." She said.
"Yeah...but live action," Clark replied, sitting down beside her. Without realising it, he took a large swig from his glass, the whiskey hot in his chest. "No place for a toon."
"It really is hard, isn't it?" Jessica said. "Being a human toon in this world...not quite belonging to either side."
"You got that right," Clark said, taking another hit. "It's been tough, Jess, I won't lie to you. Sure, I'm directing, but it's all small stuff. Mostly commercials, all of them featuring toons. They got me pegged in a box I can't leap my way out of. I'm paying the bills, but I'm hardly living the life. It's not like it used to be."
"No. No, it's not." Jessica said, glancing back over at the photo of her, Clark and Roger. Clark, noticing where she was looking, took her by the hand.
"Enough games now," he said. "Tell me."
Jessica drew in a breath. Held it. She turned her head to look out the glass doors leading onto Clark's balcony. Hollywood lay spread out beneath them, glittering in the dark.
"I can't keep doing this anymore." She said, breathing out.
"Doing what?"
"Acting like everything is okay," she said, turning her gaze to Clark. "Acting like I'm still in love with him. Like I'm in love with a child."
"A child?"
"He is. He's a child, and I'm his nursemaid," Jessica said, bitterness creeping into her words. "I've had to sacrifice so much for him. My dreams, my career, any hint of a sex life..."
Clark almost choked on his drink.
"What?" He blurted.
"All I'm doing is spinning my wheels," Jessica said. "Stuck in a two-bit club singing for deadbeats and lowlifes. Oh, sure, Roger will toss me the occasional bone of a walk-on role in one of his shorts, but that's only to offset the jealous breakdowns he has every time a director even considers casting me in something without him..."
"That's terrible, but, uh...not what I was asking about," Clark said gently. "How exactly have you sacrificed your sex life?"
"Oh, come on, Clark. Think about it." Jessica said, growing more agitated by the moment. Her glass was already more than half-empty as she took another sip, downing it faster than Clark could keep up with.
"Think about what?"
"Roger was always a sweetheart, but his innocence borders on naivete. He thinks playing pattycake is like getting to third base!"
"But...you always gave the impression that he was an ace. A real stud." Clark said, thinking back on all the times he'd secretly wondered to himself how a guy like Roger could possibly get a girl like Jessica, let alone keep her around.
Jessica sighed. Looked away.
"He's a eunuch." She said.
"What??"
"He's not packing any heat. He doesn't have anything...down there."
"Really? But---"
"What goofy toon does, Clark?" Jessica said. "There's a reason most of them don't wear any pants."
"That---that really blows my lid, Jess. Right off. I never even knew!"
"Well, can you blame me if I didn't want people knowing?"
"So there was never any...intimacy...between the two of you?"
"When we were first going out, we would kiss and I'd spend the next two hours bringing Roger back to consciousness. He'd do the whole bit, with the alarm sirens going off and his head bursting like a steam engine. People think it's an act when it happens in the films but it's how he really reacts, and while it was sweet and charming to begin with it gets tiring after years of marriage. I can't imagine what would happen if I were to actually try fucking him. Not that I could..."
Jessica looked across at Clark, who was staring at his drink as he swirled the glass in his hand.
"I'm sorry. That was vulgar."
"Not at all. I just don't know what to say. He's still a pal of mine. But..."
"Yes?"
"Well, if things were like that..." he said, looking up to fix her with his eyes. "Why would you marry him in the first place?"
"Because he made me laugh. Because he was fun to be with. Because I felt safe with him," Jessica said. "Just before I met Roger -- and I mean about the week before -- I had met a man. A real man. A human. I didn't know him for very long, but he was the most incredible..." Jessica trailed off
"The bottom line is, I got my hopes up, and something bad happened, and Roger was there to pick up the pieces, without even realising that that was what he was doing. Our relationship...it felt safe. It felt like a way to never be hurt again. To never put anything at risk. I've learnt pretty quickly, however, that without any risk..."
"...You don't have any passion either." Clark said, finishing her thought, to which Jessica nodded sadly. "If you don't mind my saying though, you seem pretty, well...agitated. There's not something else that's----?"
Clark didn't even need to ask the question. Jessica's stiff body language said enough. Something had definitely happened.
"He's been away the past month," Jessica said. "The studio got a tax break for filming in Canada so they've been shooting on location. He called me this afternoon. Told me he'd met a minx onset. A literal toon minx. They've been playing hopscotch the past fortnight. Hopscotch!"
Jessica's tone conveyed a significance that Clark didn't fully understand. Jessica looked up at him expectantly, her eyes verging on tears.
"You mean..." Clark said, trying to wrap his head around. "...that's like Roger having..."
"An affair?" Jessica said, her lips twisting from the sourness of the word. "Yes. Exactly."
"But he's not," Clark said. "Not really. Not if he doesn't have any..."
"To him it is!" Jessica snapped, the tears running down her cheeks now. "To him, he may as well be fucking the bitch doggystyle every night!"
"Ah boy," Clark said heavily. Unsure of what else to do, he put a consoling hand on Jessica's shoulder. She leaned into it, resting her head on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Jess."
"He says it doesn't mean anything, and that he's sorry, but...what am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to feel? I've done everything for him, and this is how he repays me? I should have let Doom have him!" Jessica said, referring to the events of Roger's being framed for murder that had become Toontown legend in the ensuing years.
Clark couldn't help but be shocked by the sentiment. Jessica looked at him under from her brow, finishing off her drink as she wiped away her tears.
"Of course I don't mean that. But you know..." She said, swallowing her last sip. "...It's hard not to be mad."
"Sure," Clark said. "That's understandable."
Jessica exhaled.
"Why couldn't I have fallen for someone like you, Clark?" She said. Clark, stunned for the second time in as many moments, struggled for something to say. He needn't have bothered as Jessica continued, "I mean, really, you're perfect. A toon like me, drawn like a human, a perfect physical specimen in primary colours. I bet you have a dick, don't you?"
"Huh---." Clark choked in an incredulous laugh. "You know I do."
"Oh, of course," Jessica replied, thinking back to the holiday that she, Roger, Clark and Cinderella had taken to Mexico and the drunken evening that had culminated in some innocent skinny dipping. Roger, of course, had been knocked out cold by the tiniest sip of liquor. "If I remember correctly -- and it's hard to say, given how dark it was -- but you have a lot to be proud of in that department, don't you?"
"Jess." Clark said gently, as if her name was enough to snap her out of whatever line of reasoning she was following.
"I'm sorry, Clark. I don't mean to embarrass you. It's just -- it's been so long. I'm starving for attention, I really am. And I don't think it's wrong to say that I've always found you very attractive..."
She looked at him now out of the corner of her half-lidded eye. He had the same sensible hairstyle he sported in the movies when he was dressed in his civilian identity but, in not wearing any eyeglasses, his piercing gaze was unobscured.
Though his jacket was by no means as form-fitting as the blue costume he was famous for wearing, it nevertheless showed off the athletic physique that Jessica had thought of on so many lonely, unfulfilled nights...
"You did? I mean...you do?" Clark said, his heart leaping at the prospect.
He tried to ignore it, tried to think of his buddy Roger and how he must have been feeling at the moment, but as he looked at Jessica he couldn't help but reflect on all the glances he'd stolen of her, all the times he'd gone home after spending time with the couple to while away the rest of the night thinking of Jessica, the curves of her body, the sumptuous sheen of her lips...
He didn't even realise how close they were drawing to one another, how their bodies sparked against one another as they mouths came closer and closer together.
"Sometimes, Clark...sometimes I wish I'd met you first."
They kissed, her loveheart lips on his, his strong hands pulling her in tight before going slack as he pushed himself away.
"We can't do this," he said. "Roger is one of my...he is my best friend."
His tone was slightly desperate, almost consolatory, but it seemed mostly to be melancholy.
"You're right, Clark. I'm sorry. I'm just...I'm in a bad place..." Jessica said.
"That's okay. It was my fault. I shouldn't have..." Clark's sentence trailed off as he lost himself in the ocean green depths of the one beautifully animated eye unobscured by Jessica's signature peek-a-boo hairstyle. His expression alone set off Jessica's sense of guilt, as if adultery could be committed with a simple look.
"I need some air." She said, rising up from the couch. Clark sat frozen, his base instincts seizing control as he lost himself to the pendulum swing of Jessica's derriere and the bongo beat of her bouncing breasts as she slunk across the room.
She reached the balcony doors and slid them open, letting herself out into the warm night air. She stood staring down at the golden jewel of Hollywood below and the silver flashes of lightning above. When Clark joined her on the balcony she felt surprised, relieved and, more than anything else...hungry.
"Storm's on its way," she said. "Looks to be a big one."
"Jessica..." Clark said, his tone hushed but firm. An adult tone. The kind of voice she never heard at home...
"I shouldn't have come here tonight." She said without looking at him. She wrapped her arms around herself, her breasts pressing tightly together. She felt his hands heavy on her shoulders and she leaned back, his body firm against hers.
They stood there quietly, the shimmering light of their toon bodies illuminating the dark, making them beacons in the night. Finally Jessica turned, looking up into his face to find his expression inscrutable. He was taller than she was, but only a little. She was able to press her lips to his without having to go up on her tiptoes.
She drew back from him, her voice low but urgent.
"I'm tired of trying to be good. I want to be bad, Clark," she said. "Please, I want to be bad! Won't you be bad with me?"
"Oh, Jessica...that's all I've ever wanted." He said, running his hands down her back and pulling her in close.
Their kiss this time was deep and ravenous, tongues entwining and hands running all over each other's bodies. Thunder boomed in the distance and lightning flashed with the same kind of pulse-pounding charge that was running through the both of them.
Years of repressed desire now bubbled up from deep within them, powering the passion of their embrace. As if to quell their fire, the heavens suddenly opened up in a torrent of rain. It fell from the skies thick and fluid, but still warm, and as Clark moved to take Jessica inside, she stopped him.
"No. We're not watercolours. We won't run," she said. "I want you now, out here. I want you in the rain!" She leaned up and kissed him again, the rain spattering on her cleavage, her quickly slickening hair cascading down her back in a waterfall of crimson.
Clark responded by crushing his mouth to hers as he ripped off his jacket and shirt to leave himself exposed to the downpour. Jessica gurgled with appreciation, massaging his muscles as she planted suckling kisses all over his torso.
He took her in his arms, tasting her lips, her mouth, her skin, all with insatiable need.
His hands found her rear, cupped it, squeezed it, pulled her closer into him so that he could feel the soft crush of her breasts against his bare skin, the rise of his trapped member pressing against the warmth of her.
"Clark! Oh, Clark!" Jessica breathed. "I need you! I need you to -- to -- tear my dress, Clark. Tear it right off me!"
She expected him to hesitate, to need cajoling, but instead he demonstrated the determination that had characterised everything he had done in years past as, with Superman strength, he ripped her dress from her body, the material tearing with a cartoonish sound effect.
Rrrrrrppp! The red gown was tossed to the side no sooner than it had been pulled from her body, and she stood revealed before him, her breasts free to be licked by the rain, her entire body bare save for the gloves and shoes she still wore.
Clark couldn't help but murmur with gratitude and awe as he looked her up and down.
Her tits were satin smooth and technicolour shiny, capped by magenta pink nipples that stood out proudly on her chest. Her thatch was as brightly red as the rest of her hair was, and it coiled in sketchy curls around her pulsating pussylips.
She was everything he had always hoped for, everything he had always dreamed about.
"You're...you're not wearing any underwear." He finally observed.
"For you, lover," she said, pressing her now naked body against his. Her breasts swelled against his chiselled torso, collecting the rain that poured down between them. "I've wanted you to see me like this for so long."
Jessica noticed for the first time how the rain had made Clark's hair fall forward, curling it into Superman's famous S-shaped forelock. She could barely contain herself anymore. Her hands were practically trembling with need.
"Oh, Clark! Take me!"
Her little pink tongue parted his lips, played inside his mouth. She tasted of strawberries and cream. It was a taste that Clark could live on for the rest of his life, but he knew there were so many more flavours she had to offer...
Sealing their kiss with a pattering of smaller ones on Jessica's lips and chin, he displayed rotoscope smoothness in flipping her around so that she faced out over the balcony.
He pressed his chest in between her shoulder blades, his rapidly stiffening crotch rubbing against the rounds of her ass, his hands encircling her stomach.
"Oh!" Jessica gasped with delight as she felt his muzzle on the slope of her neck, kissing along her shoulder.
Her eyes fluttered shut as she lost herself to the rain on her skin and the kisses that came with it, her round hips pressing back against Clark's of their own volition.
Clark ran his big hands all over Jessica's body, tickling her stomach and teasing her navel, before running up the underside of her tits to grope her more-than-ample breasts, squeezing and stroking them.
"My Walt, Jessica!" Clark whispered, his cock surging at the heft and texture of her exposed tits. "Your breasts are...they're perfect!"
He emphasised his point by tickling her stiff nipples, an action that caused Jessica to groan.
"Mmmm...you think so, Clark? That makes me wonder...do they taste 'perfect'?" She asked, throwing a dangerously seductive look over her shoulder before leaning forward, her ass pressing into Clark's swollen crotch, to run her little pink tongue across her tits, skimming down along her cleavage to flick at the areole, before pushing forward to suck fully on the hard nubs of her nipples.
Clark groaned, as much from Jessica's pressing against him as from the sight of her sucking on her own breasts.
They were so big that the act posed no difficulty for her, but even so Clark still gripped them firmly, pushing them up and granting Jessica's mouth even easier access.
She suckled hungrily, lewdly, at her breasts, her mouth popping and gulping around the flawless titflesh. Jessica turned her attention from one breast to the other, making sure both received their fair share of attention from her wonderful mouth.
All the while Clark held her breasts for her, squeezing them and offering them up like appetisers.
A small whine of disappointment escaped her lips as one of his hands dropped away, leaving her left breast to swing freely in the air. Her whine was cut short, however, when she felt his hand slip around her thigh, his fingertips nestling in her crotch.
"Uo!" Jessica exclaimed as Clark's fingers slide up the length of her slit, skirting the edge of her clitoris. "Oh, Clark! You bad boy!" She moaned, shifting her thighs apart and pushing her round hips and sweet ass back at him eagerly.
With surprise, she found something long, hot and hard waiting for her. She thrilled as she felt Clark's bare, rigid cock pressing against the valley of her asscrack. She couldn't work out when exactly he'd managed to remove his pants but, more importantly, she didn't care.
"Oooh!" She groaned as she rubbed herself against the pulsing rod of his dick, his hands busily squeezing her right tit and massaging her moistening mound.
His fingers were tracing patterns in her gaping folds, teasing her with the prospect of penetration -- something she needed so desperately.
When finally he pushed a finger in between her pink pussylips, Jessica reacted with the thrashing of a wet cat.
"Fffhhuh! Uck! Oh, fuck, Clark! Oh, that feels good!" She said throatily as he dipped his knuckle in and out of her pooling dampness.
"S-so soft! So smooth!" Clark's breath was warm against her ear as he whispered into it, his words sending a chill down Jessica's spine as he pushed a second, thick finger up inside her.
His mouth sought out the curve where her neck met her shoulder, kissing and nibbling on it as his fingering grew faster, their mutual excitement mounting.
"Shhhuh! Sh-shit!" Jessica cursed, her knees wobbling as she threw her head forward, the rain beating down on her back. "Fingerfuck me, Clark! Make me cum! Please, make me cum!"
Her words were frantic, urged on by too many years spent without any kind of intimate touch from anything other than her ample dildo collection.
Clark was only too happy to provide the relief she was looking for, his fingers working at her cunt and her clit, the underside of his erect cock wedged between the cleft of her asscrack and slipping up and down between her cheeks.
Jessica's orgasm snuck up on her, taking her completely by surprise, but when it hit her it was with more power than a locomotive.
One moment she was in the thick of her pleasure, her head bobbing like a buoy on the water's waves. The next, her pussy was exploding around Clark's fingers, her nerve-endings igniting in a fiery mess of supercharged feeling.
"AaAunHH! Huurrnh! Awwwuh!" Jessica squealed and screamed, words failing her completely, her eyes screwed shut. She slammed her crotch down on Clark's hand, grinding her clithood against his thumb.
"Oh, fuck me! Fffuck meeeeeeee!" She wailed, more in release than anything else, but Clark seized on the offering.
"With pleasure!" She heard him say, and the next thing she knew the bulging head of his shaft was pressing at the entrance to her cunt, the flared helmet pushing in past her folds. Faster than a speeding bullet, he was balls deep inside her, and she was still cumming!
"Uuo! Nnnnnhh! Hhhuh!" Jessica gasped as stars blasted before her eyes, her pussy clamping and clenching around Clark's burly cock.
"Oh, Jess! You're so fucking tight!" Clark said, his jaw clenched, and Jessica quietly thrilled at the loss of control his swearing represented.
With her cunt still tingling, Jessica bent over, presenting more of herself to Clark's super cock, allowing him to push in ever deeper. Her hair hung in her face as she leant forward, her breasts pouring over the side of the railing.
"Fuck me, Clark!" She urged him, her mouth curling around the words with wicked delight. "I want to cum again! Make me cum all over your great big dick!"
She could hear a sound escape from Clark's chest that told her that her words had had the exact effect she'd intended for them. His strong hands on her hips confirmed it as he pulled back, paused, then ploughed forward, fucking her with the power of the pounding surf.
"Ohhn fuuckkk!!" Jessica screamed as Clark fucked her with the single-minded focus you'd expect of a Superman, her breasts slapping against each other as she thrust her hips back at him, taking his cock eagerly with every stroke. "Fuck it! Fuck my sweet little cooch!"
Hi cock was so wonderfully big and pushing in so deep it felt like her eyes would pop out of her head. She'd never felt so incredibly filled by anything in her life.
Only once before had she been fucked as good as this, but even then that had been with a human and had come with all the physical limitations you'd expect of their anatomy.
It was clear, however, that 'physical limitations' was not a term Clark was familiar with.
His rhythm built up quickly until he was fucking Jessica with all the superspeed he had to offer, her ass turning a deep cherry red as it took an absolute pounding from Clark's thrusting pelvis, the sound of his balls slapping against her like the thundering of the storm overhead.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Jessica urged him on, her entire body rippling, the rain warm on her bright pink skin.
Clark's hands found her breasts again, gripped them, kneaded them, tweaked her nipples as he drove his cock in and out of her throbbing pussy.
Jessica started toying with her clit, adding to the intensity of her experience, her slit gushing around Clark's big, hard dick, the power behind his fucking thrusts truly herculean. . "FFfffhhh! Hrhh!" Jessica panted, her thigh muscles tightening. She leaned her chest forward, offering more of her breasts to Clark's squeezing hands, while at the same time she pushed her hips back.
"Jessica!" Clark grunted. "Fuck!"
She could feel his cock thickening inside her and knew exactly what it meant. She rolled her hips as she clutched his shaft with her cunt muscles
"I'm going to---to---!" Clark stammered, and a second later he was bucking wildly as he came deep, deep inside her.
Jessica's fingers dug into the railing as she held on for dear life, his cock ejaculating into her uterus with the power of an artillery blast.
"FFFFUUUUUCK!" Clark and Jessica's screams of pleasure mingled with each other, emphasized by another boom of thunder.
KRA-KOOOOOOM!
Clark's fucking slowed down to a languid rate and Jessica felt a brief sense of disappointment. She had been getting so close...
...but she wasn't done yet.
"That feel good, baby?" Jessica said, her lips pouting as she glanced at Clark over her shoulder with batted eyelids.
"Oh Walt yes..." Clark said, rubbing her ass and back with his greedy hands. "...you have no idea how long it's been. How long I've wanted you..."
"I have some idea." Jessica replied with a knowing smirk. She pushed her ass back again and squeezed her pussy. Clark was still at least semi-hard. Good.
She pulled herself forward, his cock slipping from her gushing cunt as she turned around to face him. His eyes drifted down, getting another good look at her fully naked body.
"Clark..." She said, securing his undivided attention. "Do you like my tits, Clark?"
He glanced back down again as she thrust her chest forward, the rain bouncing off her mind-bogglingly large breasts. She ran her gloved hands over her nipples as he nodded, lost for words.
"Do you want to fuck them?" She asked, her lips curling into a dark, satisfied smile.
Clark looked up at her, stunned. She didn't wait for him to answer.
"Well, you can," she said. "But you'll have to fuck my mouth first."
Clark's cock stirred at the prospect, returning to hardness at the mere suggestion. Jessica smiled at it with terrible satisfaction.
She noticed his dick was still covered in the slick juices of her pussy and the hot white syrup of his own release. The rain was doing its best to wash it all away, however, and Jessica didn't want it all going to waste...
She dropped to her knees and deepthroated Clark without a second's more hesitation.
"Oh shhhit!" Clark gasped as he felt the sudden surging warmth of Jessica's incredible mouth.
"Mmmnnnhhh!" Jessica moaned around his heavy shaft, lapping up every drop of their mutual fluids.
She'd tasted the spunk of both humans and toons over the course of her animated life and could easily say that toon jizz was by far the tastier of the two, with Clark's a particularly appetizing specimen.
It tasted like a syrupy glaze, and mixed deliciously with the honey-flavoured nectar of her own cunney juices. Jessica swallowed it all eagerly, filling her belly with every last drop, holding her breath as she took every inch of Clark's foot-long cock without gagging.
His pelvis moved back and forth, pushing and pulling his cock from between her lips. It was gentle at first but, with her groaning encouragement, he gradually built up speed until he was facefucking her with all he had.
"Mmmmn! Mmmuuuh! Nnmmmmnn!" Jessica moaned contentedly around Clark's thrusting dick, lathering it with her tongue and playing with his dangling balls.
Her head moved in time with Clark's pelvis, her red hair whipping back and forth, rivulets of rainwater running down her back and following the slope of her breasts. Her lips smacked and her tits jiggled as she took everything Clark had to offer her.
"Fuck, Jess! This is---I've never---!" Clark's eyes squinted shut as he humped Jessica's face, her emerald eyes looking up at him dreamily. She could feel his balls growing tight and bouncing against her chin -- time for the second half of what she'd promised.
Pulling her mouth clear of Clark's dick, she allowed him a moment of needful confusion before rising up on her knees and jamming his erection into the exquisite reservoir of her tits.
"Chuck fucking Jones that feels so good!!" Clark groaned as Jessica started to fuck her breasts on the rigid mast of his cock.
"You like that?" Jessica whispered, her lips offering a knowing smirk.
"Yes!" Clark enthused, thrusting his dick in time with Jessica's tits. "Fuck yes!"
Jessica's breasts were so huge they engulfed Clark's supercock, the head and shaft disappearing entirely in the glossy cleavage that had for so long been one of her most memorable trademarks.
Pllp! Pllp! Pllp! The sound of Clark fucking Jessica's tits was amplified by the water that had pooled between them, the impact of his thrusting cock sending ripples through both the liquid and her warm, tender flesh.
Jessica gripped her breasts on either side and held them tight around Clark's dick as he intensified his fucking, his hips surging uncontrollably as he lost himself in the soft, silky smoothness of her cleavage and the feel of it wrapped around his rigid dick.
"Oh, Clark!" She whimpered as she bounced on her knees. "I've dreamt of you like this! You have no idea how many nights I've spent touching myself, fucking myself, fingering my sweet little pussy, just imagining what it'd be like to feel your skin on mine, to taste the flesh of your dick, to feel it on me and in me and taking everything you have to offer me!"
Her words had a tipping effect as, with a deep, animalistic growl Clark lurched forward, his cock pulling out from between her breasts. He collected her in his arms and nailed her down once again on his shaft, taking her balls deep like she didn't weigh anything at all.
Sshhlllrrrpppuppppp! Her pussy squelched.
"Ahhh fffuuuuuccckkkkk mmee-eeeee!" Jessica squealed, feeling so wonderfully girlish in his strong arms, pinned on his incredible dick.
"Unn!" Clark grunted simply, the physical exertion meaning nothing to him as he took Jessica firmly by her tiny waist and slammed her on his cock, her breasts flying up and down.
Thunder boomed and lightning flashed, louder and angrier than at any other time during the night as Clark leaned back, letting Jessica take control.
She gripped his hands with hers, her knuckles going white beneath her gloves, as she lent back and rode him like the stallion he was, her blue eyeshadow showing as she closed her eyes tight, her lips curled and her teeth gritted, her long legs wrapped tightly around him.
"Fffhh! Fhhhh! Shhhiiihhh!" She muttered and moaned, her folds pumping Clark's cock for everything it was worth. Out of slitted eyes she stole a glance at him, and shrieked with alarm when she noticed for the first time what was happening.
They were floating over the roof of Clark's house, Clark grinning as he flew them up, up and away.
"Relax," he said. "I won't drop you."
Jessica nodded, her vagina resting at the base of Clark's cock. She slowly started to raise and lower herself again, watching with wrapt attention as they flew over Hollywood, the rain whipping at their naked bodies, the wind howling as if it shared the ecstasy they were both feeling.
Clark kept his body rigid, holding it at a 45 degree angle, allowing Jesica the leverage to fuck herself up and down on his cock as he continued to levitate them higher and higher, bringing them up through the falling rain, piercing the slate grey clouds to bask, cool and dry, in the luminous shine of the full moon.
It was quiet up here, so quiet that Jessica could hear the squelsh of her pussy as she eagerly milked Clark's cock with it, her breasts jiggling in the blue light of the night sky, both their bodies beaded with all the rain they'd been showered in.
"Oh my fucking Fleischer brothers!!" Jessica cried, her hands ripping out of Clark's grip to clamp to his chest, her breasts pressing together as she rode him like a cowgirl out to prove herself. He grinned, content to let her go, his thighs firm beneath her bouncing ass.
They started to rotate so slowly that Jessica didn't notice it at first, but when she felt Clark's hands on her ass and waist she realised what was happening.
"Ohhh! Whoa! Clark! What---what---?" Jessica exclaimed as she dangled high up in the atmosphere, her body firing with both sudden fear and the desperate need for sexual release.
"Trust me." He said with a simple smile, before he fired them back downwards with the focused power of a rollercoaster, their descent curving on a purposeful trajectory.
"Wwwwaaauugh!" Jessica screamed in a heady mix of exhilarated joy and controlled terror as they streaked toward the Earth like a comet, his cock still lodged deep inside her.
She needn't have worried for a second, however.
They rocketed through the doors of Clark's balcony and landed dripping wet in his bed with pinpoint accuracy, Jessica's back slapping up against the headboard, the sheets whirling around them like the sails on a ship.
Clark, using his forward momentum, pushed his cock deeper into her body than Jessica had ever felt before, her scream now completely unrestrained.
"OHHHHH FFFFUUUUUUURRRHHHHHKKKKKKKK!"
The excruciating joy massed as Clark fucked her with all the power he had to offer, first the bed pounding beneath them, then the entire house, his shaft a glowing blur in her sticky mess of a cunt.
Seeing his chance, Clark swallowed as much of her tits as he could, sucking on them like they were ripe melons. He swirled her stiff nipples with his tongue, lashing the supple flesh and soaking it with his saliva.
Jessica shook uncontrollably beneath him, her face flushed as red as her hair, her back arched, her whole body boiling over like a coffeepot.
"Clark! CLARK! I---I'm going to fucking CUM, Clark!! You're making me fucking cum, baby! I'm---I'm---!!!"
It hit Jessica with the power of a thunderstorm, gushing from her pussy and blasting through her body like a savage stroke of unbridled lightning. Fireworks burst from her slick slit and steam shot from her ears as she rode the wave of the most intense orgasm she'd ever felt.
"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
She thrashed on the bed beneath Clark like an epileptic, twisting as if to get away from the intensity of an orgasm that wouldn't stop, wouldn't let her go.
"Aw shit, Jess! Shit!" Clark grunted through clenched teeth. "I'm gonna spend again!"
"On my tits, Clark baby!" She cried with throaty need. "I want to feel it on my tits!"
Clark nodded, his head swaying, as he pulled his cock from Jessica's still-pulsing pussy.
He pumped his shaft one, two, three times, and then roared like a lion as he fired chunky blobs of boiling hot seed all over the undulating body of the infamous redhead beneath him.
"Ahhh fffu-uuu-ckkkk!"
Jessica offered her tits up to his salvo, cooing as she felt splash after splash of sticky, steaming cum land on her navel, her breasts, spattering on her nipples and coating her chest.
"Fuck yes, baby! Fuck yes!" She cooed her approval, her hips rolling in the tangled sheets, her pussyfolds puckering and pulsating, her tits shimmering with his shiny white jizz.
It felt so wonderfully filthy for Clark to be cumming on her like this, as if she was being rechristened with carnal knowledge after so many years without it. "Oooooh that feels sooo goooood!"
"Huunh! Auuhh! Hu!" Clark panted through the rushing surge of his orgasm, mightier than a roaring hurricane, leaving Jessica completely drenched in the thick, viscous fluid, her hair wet from the rain, her tits and torso sticky from Clark's superhuman load.
He crouched coiled and straining over her, the last globules of his cum spattering on her crotch and matting her pubic hair, before crashing forward, collapsing on top of the woman he had secretly desired for so many years.
"Oh Clark!" She said breathlessly, her chest rising and falling. "Oh my fucking Walt! That was...I have never...I'm..."
"I...I know exactly what you mean." He said, raising his head to press his firm mouth to her ruby red lips. She flicked her tongue out and they plunged into a kiss that gripped their hearts with its hungry passion.
They lay curled in the sheets for an hour, Clark's cum drying into a flaky crust on Jessica's skin, before she finally excused herself to use the shower. Over the sound of the jets, Clark called out to her.
"I've wanted that for so long and I love you so much, but I..." He stopped short for a second, realising what he'd just said. Feeling exposed, he rushed to finish his thought. "...but I can't help but feel bad for Roger. I mean, we just cuckolded him..."
The taps squeaked as Jessica turned the shower off.
"It was nothing that he hadn't already done, if only in his own mind," Jessica replied, her voice echoing from the steamy bathroom. "I can't live my life for Roger anymore. I can't keep tiptoeing over those eggshells. And Clark?"
She stepped from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel that barely covered her, a second towel curled in a bun on top of her head. Clark was overcome. She'd never looked so lovely as she did right then.
"...I love you too." She said sweetly, and he rushed to her, gathering her up in another passionate embrace.
One towel was thrown away, and then the other, and within moments they were on the carpet, any misgivings now banished forevermore.
The rain thundered on the roof above them, its intensity never wavering.
It was going to be a long, wet summer...
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MF. Bondage. Oral. 69. Anal.
This story was loosely inspired by a scene in Joe Kelly's run on JLA. I was also looking to further explore the Batman/Wonder Woman dynamic I first wrote about in my Mortal Kombat vs DCU fanfic. What can I say? I'm a fan of these two as a couple...so much that this has ended up being the longest story I've written so far.
Both characters are TM and (C) DC Entertainment, Time Warner, and their respective rights holders. This is a work of parody, is not intended as a challenge to their copyright and should not be read by anyone under 18.
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Wonder Woman grunted, pivoted, guarded herself against the attack. She used her bracelet to fend off a blow from one truncheon as she blocked the second with her sword.
Batman was not so easily dissuaded, however. He spun quickly, swinging his leg along the ground in a sweeping kick.
It knocked Wonder Woman off her feet but she regained quickly with a somersault, finding her footing and striking back, lunging at Batman with her sword.
They'd been training for nearly an hour now, neither of them gaining a clear advantage over the other for more than a moment. Out of everyone in the League, that's what made Batman...Bruce...the best to train with, Diana thought to herself. They were so evenly matched in hand-to-hand combat, even if he was only a 'mere mortal'.
Having taken advantage of a rare moment of downtime, they had stolen themselves away to one of the many training rooms the Watchtower had to offer. It was black, sleek, dimly lit, with the most incredible view of the Earth spinning peacefully below them - the perfect backdrop for an impromptu sparring session. With no one else on-board, they were free to grunt and curse as they went at each other mercilessly.
If she were to be honest with herself, Diana was secretly thrilled at the chance to be spending time this way, which is why her first reaction was one of dismay when Batman suddenly said,
"We're not getting very far this way, are we?" The question came as he was avoiding high kick after high kick. Diana faltered, but only slightly.
"You're not enjoying yourself, Bruce?" Wonder Woman asked, swiping the tip of her blade at his chest and missing by less than half-an-inch.
"I didn't say that," Batman replied, doubling back to get some distance between them, slowing the momentum of their fight. "I was just wondering...What's say we make this more interesting?"
"Oh?" Diana said, eyebrow raised. "What do you propose?"
"We lose the weapons," he replied, throwing his truncheons aside. "And you take out your lasso."
"My lasso? What for?" Wonder Woman asked, lowering her sword.
"If you manage to tie me with it..." He said, a devilish smirk finding his face. "...you can ask me anything you want."
Diana paused. It seemed so unlike Batman to suggest such a thing, but she had to admit to herself...she was intrigued.
"Come on, Diana. You never played truth or dare?" Batman said, clearly sensing her trepidation and looking to goad her into accepting his proposal. She wondered, what game was he playing? What trick did he have up his sleeve?
"Okay," she said, throwing her sword to the side of the room and removing her Lasso of Truth from her belt. "I'm game. Though what do you get if you evade me?"
"The honour of besting an Amazon," he said, squaring off against her. "Deal?"
"Deal." She replied.
They started slowly circling each other, staring resolutely into one another's eyes. Wonder Woman twirled her lasso in a languid but steady rhythm as she waited for that one moment where stillness would break into action, where civility would be sundered and battle would be joined.
The moment came. Batman rushed at her, alternating judo attacks with kickboxing moves, throwing Wonder Woman off-balance, making her scramble.
"Hh!" He grunted as he ducked and parried, his assault relentless. It was all Diana could do to avoid his strikes as she wondered to herself what kind of game she'd agreed to.
But then she saw an opening - Batman leaning all his weight on the one foot, leaving it vulnerable to attack. The moment she noticed it was the moment she seized on it, sweeping her leg in a kick that knocked the Caped Crusader backward.
Batman stumbled, tipped to fall over. Wonder Woman instinctively pressed the advantage, executing a series of lightning-fast, expert manoeuvres that left the Dark Knight on the floor with his back pressed up against the wall, her lasso binding his arms.
Diana ran a hand through her hair, moving aside the locks that had fallen in her face. She stood over Batman with a look of quiet triumph.
"Concede, Mr Wayne?" She said.
"Touche, your highness," he grumbled, though it was with an inscrutable expression that Diana could swear was wry amusement. "So...what would you ask of me?
Diana considered the question as she looked down at him, his muscles bulging beneath the tight restraints of her lasso. He was completely at her mercy, and the thought of it sent a dark, shivering thrill through her body that, the moment it occurred, she banished to the furthest corners of her mind.
There were so many questions she wanted to ask but out of all of them, she thought to ask the first amongst the number; the most obvious one, the one she couldn't fathom the answer to.
"...Tell me; did you allow yourself to be tied up?"
He didn't reply immediately. In fact, he took a lot longer in replying than anyone else had when under the influence of the lasso.
"---Yes." He finally answered, though he made no gesture to elaborate.
"Why?" She asked him.
"---Because..." He said, still managing to resist the lasso's power, if only slightly. "...because there was no other way to have an honest conversation with you about---about us."
"Us?" Wonder Woman repeated. Though she'd been working out for an hour, her heart only now began to race.
"Yes. The attraction we feel for one another. How much I want to act upon it, but---but how I can't allow myself to..." Batman said, the words coming from him begrudgingly.
"You want to...act upon it?" Wonder Woman asked, realising for the first time how her breath had caught in her chest. She exhaled, trying to remain calm.
He looked at her. In her star-spangled costume with her flushed skin, her plump lips, her perfect, pillowy cleavage...she looked truly amazing. And more to that, he could tell she was struggling to maintain her composure. Anyone else might have been fooled, but he knew better.
"Yes." He said.
"How...how so?" She said with halting curiosity, with wide-eyed need.
"I want to...want to..." Batman strained against the ropes and said no more, remaining silent for the longest time. Wonder Woman stood astonished. For the first time that she'd experienced, it seemed a mortal might actually defy the power of her lasso.
"I want to fuck you, Diana." He finally said bluntly, hungrily.
"What?" She said, shocked by the candour of his statement.
"I want more than that," he continued. Now that the lasso had overcome the biggest block, the revelations started to pour from him. "Much more. But on its most basic level, that's what I want. I look at you...your beautiful face; your raven black hair; the curve of your hips; your long, toned legs; the poise and grace with which you carry yourself...and all I want is to touch you, to taste you, to experience you in all your wonder and glory."
Wonder Woman stand transfixed as Batman bared his soul to her. Though he still wore his cowl, his face and eyes obscured, Diana felt for the first time Bruce's mask slipping away from him.
He continued,
"I want it so much it eats at me. I tried to bury it deep, to ignore it, but it's all I can think of when I'm with you, and the only way I could imagine to tell you was to execute another of my little gambits, another of my manipulations. I would understand if you wanted to...minimise our association from now on, but I just had to tell you how much I---."
Batman's thought went unfinished as Wonder Woman knelt down, her thighs falling either side of his hips, her hands firm on his shoulders as she pulled him forward, her lips hot on his, her tongue slipping into his mouth, desperate to savour him.
They lost themselves to the rolling waves of their kisses, experiencing each other in a way they never had before. Diana was flooded with excitement and joy as she discovered that Bruce's perfectionist expertise extended beyond his crime-fighting abilities - he was also the best kisser she'd ever had.
"Oh, Bruce..." she said, mumbling between his lips, between gasps of air. "It's you I've wanted...so much... for so long! All I've ever wanted is you!"
They continued on like this for countless minutes, Wonder Woman stroking Batman's cheek and chin, her tongue entwined with his, his arms still bound by her lasso.
Positioning herself firmly on his lap, she thrilled to the feel of his shaft straining beneath his pants. With her breath caught in her chest, she pulled away from him only slightly, staring deep into his eyes as she reached down to toy with his utility belt, surprised when it snapped open almost of its own accord.
"And here I thought you took precautions against this coming off too easily in someone else's hands." She said, pulling the belt free.
"That depends on whose hands they are." He replied with a dark smile.
"Still, it leaves me to wonder," she said, her fingers curling around the edge of his pants and shooting him a teasing look. "Will these come off just as easily?"
"Only one way to find out." He said, shifting forward to accommodate her. She grinned with lascivious delight as, at a measured pace, she pulled the Batman's pants down.
When his cock sprang free from beneath the material, Diana let out an audible gasp. She blushed at the lapse in her composure but she couldn't contain it. As his hard, meaty dick pointed up at her, throbbing in time with his heartbeat, she marvelled at how impressive it was. She had seen gods with less to be proud of.
Though she did it without realising, Wonder Woman licked her lips.
"By Zeus's cock you're big!" She breathed, greedily taking in the sight. He looked to grow even harder at the sound of her admiration though he remained resolutely quiet, ceding control of the situation entirely to her.
She reached out her hand tentatively, her fingernails brushing the length of his shaft. It twitched and bobbed in response, though Batman remained as stoic as ever. Diana, growing determined to get a response out of him, circled her grip around the girth of him, holding him warm and tight.
"Hhn!" Batman grunted, and Wonder Woman smiled with satisfaction.
"I have to admit, there's something I've always been curious about," she said as she started a slow rubbing of his cock, stroking him up and down. "...Would your infamous resolve and self-control stand up under, how would you put it?...hmmm, shall we say...oral persuasion?"
Her sapphire eyes sparkled at him as she slid her ass down the length of his body, her face drawing closer and closer to his lap until her lips were poised just above the pulsing head of his shaft.
She squeezed him hard as she opened her mouth wide to accommodate his thick dick, her lips sliding over his helmet and down along the length of him.
"Ff!" Batman hissed as he felt Wonder Woman swallow inch after inch of his burning member. Diana moaned with contented achievement at that. If she was getting that response from him now, what would she loose from him when she really got going?
For his part, Bruce wanted to reach out to her, to run his hands through her hair, but with his arms still bound he had no choice but to lay back, losing himself to the elation of this experience, to the sensation of her head and her hand moving in unison, to the alluring scent of her exotic perfume mixing with her salty sweat.
"MmmmmNnnnn," Wonder Woman moaned around his shaft as she pulled her mouth back up, the flared head popping from between her lips. "Is that good, Bruce? Is it everything you ever dreamed of?"
She kept the pressure up on him as she worked his cock in her grasp, flickering the underside of his cock's helmet with her tongue.
"God yes..." he said, the lasso overcoming any hesitancy he may have had in replying. "...though I still want so much more."
"You do?" She asked, perfectly playing the role of wide-eyed ingenue. "Well...I can accommodate that."
She lunged forward, swallowing him down again with every drop of desire she'd ever had for him and had denied to herself, finally allowing herself to feel the hunger and now seizing the chance to sate it.
"Hrrrnh!" Bruce exclaimed, his hips bucking as he felt her mouth so hot and wet and sucking him so tight.
Her black curls bounced as her lips sawed up and down the length of him, her throat convulsively swallowing as she pumped the base of his shaft with her fist.
"Nnnn! Mmmm-hhhh-mmmmnnnnn!" Wonder Woman muttered and breathed, her entire world made up of the taste and texture of him. Her bottom lip grew wet as she drooled, any semblance of propriety having long since disappeared.
"Oh fuck!" Batman cursed, his restraint falling away piece by piece. "Diana, it feels so good but I---I---!"
Wonder Woman pulled up, her saliva shining on Bruce's pulsating member.
"...But what?" She asked, suddenly worried that she'd pushed too far too fast. He was going to tell her to stop, she was sure of it.
"I want to taste you." He growled with ravenous determination. Diana broke out into a wide and wicked grin.
"I can't think of anything I'd like better," she said, before adding with a tease. "...though I don't know if I'm ready to let you out of your bonds just yet."
"Oh?" He said. "Do you have something in mind?"
Wonder Woman simply chuckled in response.
She shuffled further down, hovering by his knees, before she used her considerable strength to pull him down with her so that his back was no longer pressed against the wall. Instead, he found himself lying flat on the polished black floor, his arms still tethered to his sides.
"Reciprocity was always a virtue that was heavily stressed on Themyscira..." she said, taking one last and teasing look at her lover's face before she spun around on her hands and knees, her thighs parting on either side of Batman's head. "Tell me, can you give and take at the same time?"
He watched with breathless awe as Wonder Woman reached down to peel her star-spangled shorts from her magnificent ass, her beautifully-formed pussy being slowly revealed to the light.
Her pink folds glistened with the moisture of her arousal. Bruce's mouth watered as he felt her weight shift onto his torso and navel, his dick rubbing up against the big, luscious tits that remained trapped in her red-and-gold bustier.
"Gladly." He said in answer to her question, dragging his tongue up the length of her thigh and over the round of her ass, before sliding back down between her legs to lap at her damp outer folds.
"Aauuunnhh!" Diana gasped as Bruce's tongue skirted her clit hood, teasing the small, swelling nub. Without meaning to she pushed backward, rubbing her mound into his face, the tip of his nose brushing her asscrack.
"Hnn." He murmured, taking this as a cue to run a full-tongued lick up the length of her sodden slit.
"Uuunnhhhh! S-suffering Sappho!" Wonder Woman trembled. Spikes of fiery hot pleasure were lancing through her body, making her squirm. She reached a hand down between her legs to splay her juicy pussy open for the Batman, in desperate need of more of his lips, more of his talented tongue.
But more than that, she grew determined to offer him the same level of pleasure. She refocused her attention on the straining shaft before her, stroking it hard and fast as she took to slurping loudly on the bulbous, dusky head.
"Ssslllllrrrrp! Ppplllpppp! Shhhlllrrrhhhpp!" Lewd noises echoed in the empty space of the training room as she sucked the Dark Knight's cock with everything she had, fuelled by the overwhelming desire that bubbled inside her.
"Unh! Nn!" Batman groaned, her extraordinary oral skills threatening to splinter his focus. He managed to maintain it however, channelling the exquisite joy she was offering him into his own efforts, doubling the strength and speed of his tongue-lashing. His gloved hands flexed by his side, unable to utilise them in his pleasuring of her.
"Fffffahhh! Hhaah!" Wonder Woman cried out, her pelvis shuddering, saliva dangling from her chin as she gurgled around Batman's cock. She was getting too close to climax too quickly. This was an experience that she wanted to savour, and if she came now it wouldn't be quite as powerful as it would be if she managed to hold off.
So, with shaking reluctance, she pulled her steaming pussy away from Bruce's incredible mouth, dismounting him like she was stepping down off a steed. Now it was his turn to be concerned that things were being brought to an untimely end.
"Diana?" He asked. "What---?"
"Shhh," she said with her finger to her lips. "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere."
She crawled up the length of his body until they were once again face-to-face, where she took the opportunity to taste the flavour of her own arousal as she swallowed his lips and tongue in a voracious kiss.
Breaking away, Diana leaned back to sit up on Bruce's lap. He watched with shivering need as she played with his cock, the twitching head pointing at the ceiling from between her parted thighs.
"A moment like this needs a certain amount of ceremony, don't you think?" She asked, her hand slipping up and down his wet cock, pressing it against her thatch of pubic hair, against her rigid clitoris. "The moment where we take everything we've ever yearned for. The moment where we finally stop teasing each other---."
As she spoke, she raised her hips, positioning the dripping lips of her pussy against the bulging head of his fat cock.
"---And start fucking each other." She finished, pushing her body down, impaling her cunt on Batman's waiting shaft.
"Oh Jesus yes!" Bruce hissed through gritted teeth while Diana, her brow knitted from the intensity of the moment, plunged herself down along the astonishing length of her lover's cock.
By the time she'd reached the bottom, her labia grinding against Batman's groin, she was so full of his dick it felt like it could come out her throat.
"Mmmmmighty Heraaaa!" Wonder Woman exclaimed in a long, drawn-out, breathy moan.
She sat stationary, squatting motionless on his dick while she adjusted to the overwhelming sensation of having his dick boiling so deep inside her. She could feel it as it throbbed and flexed within her, and the very idea of it was driving her wild.
"Oh Gods, Bruce!" She whimpered. "You're---you're so big! It feels so---so...!"
With great effort, she pulled herself up along the length of him, until the helmet of his shaft was just hovering at the entrance to her cunt, her pussylips clinging to the tight flesh of his cockhead.
She teased the both of them by holding off on pushing back down until neither of them could take it anymore. Just as Bruce was about to demand - if not plead - for her to fuck him, she slid down again, filling her quim with every steadfast inch of his dick.
"Hah!aaaah!" She cried out, finding the feel of it even more intense than the first time.
Wonder Woman continued this rate for several excruciating minutes, raising and lowering herself on Batman's cock at a deliberately torturous pace, making the Dark Knight sweat beneath his mask and flooding her pussy with desire.
As her desire grew, however, her resolve buckled. Soon enough, Diana was slamming herself up and down on Bruce's dick, fucking him and herself with everything she had, both their loins humming with energy.
"Great fucking Gaia, Bruce!" She shrieked, throwing her head back, her wildly bouncing breasts threatening to burst from her body armour. "Oh Gods! Gods!"
"Hnn! Nnn!" He grunted, bucking up beneath her in time with the slapping of her thighs. With his eyes clenched shut, he was once again taken by surprise when she froze in place, opening them just in time to see her swinging one leg up and over his head.
With incredible gymnastic talent, she brought the other leg around, repositioning herself so that she now faced away from him in reverse-cowgirl fashion - and all without ever having let his dick slip from her gluttonous cunt.
"Oh, Diana!" He groaned, amazed by both her flexibility and the feeling of her ploughing herself up and down on his cock at an entirely new angle. "You're so---hrrhn---!"
His words were lost as she lent forward, pushing him in even deeper than he'd managed before.
"Oouuuaannnhhhhhhh!"
"Hhhhnn!"
They both exclaimed, the feeling of his long, broad cock burrowed inside her so terribly intense.
With his vision practically blurred with pleasure, it took a while for Bruce to spot the reason Diana had spun around. He had started by staring at her perfectly-shaped ass and the way it flexed as she fucked him but then, across the room, he caught a glimpse of motion.
Looking past Wonder Woman's curvaceous body, he saw the both of them mirrored perfectly in the dark glass of the Watchtower's floor-to-ceiling windows, their ghostly forms reflected over the background of the Earth rotating below them.
Catching his eyes in the reflection, Wonder Woman's face lit up with a vivacious grin.
"Like the view, Bruce?" She asked, her legs parted wide on either side of him, her pink pussy like a blossoming flower, the petals stretched open to accommodate his thick trunk. The golden cups of her bustier were now pulled so low that her ample cleavage was spilling over the edge of them, her nipples only barely covered.
"So much..." He said, straining for the first time against his bonds. "...that all I want to do is reach out and touch it."
Wonder Woman laughed, though it was half-lost in her breathlessness as she slowly pumped herself on Batman's crotch. She answered him with a voice that was knotted in her chest,
"You'll get your chance," she said, her eyes drifting shut and her head leaning back as she gyrated on the Dark Knight's groin. "I pr---promise!"
She ran her tongue over her lips, moistening them. Batman watched her quietly, transfixed by the erotic display. His concentration grew sharper as he watched Wonder Woman run her hand over her breasts, down along her stomach to stroke his balls.
Bruce shuddered as Diana tickled his tight scrotum with only the barest of touches. Just as he started to thrash, the tiny amount of contact proving all too much, she shifted her attention, focusing instead on touching and teasing her clit as she continued to ride the Bat's pole.
"Ah! Uhhh! Mmmm!" She gasped and uttered, building her rhythm until she was once more fucking Bruce with all the speed she had to muster.
Sllp! Whap! Pllp! Her pussy slurped and her ass slapped as she bounced up and down on the man she'd for so long dreamt of, finding the reality every bit as fulfilling as the fantasy, if not more so.
"Oh! Oh Brrrr-uce!" She said, gasping and gulping for air as her fingers literally blurred on her clitoris, using the speed of Mercury to bring herself off. "Oh fuck, Bruce! I can't --- can't hold off anymore! I need to---to----I need to cum, my love! I need to cum so. Fucking. Baaaaadddd!"
Her face was flushed crimson. Sweat was rolling down her chest and pooling in her cleavage. Her thighs were slick and staining the grey of his costume. Stars were throbbing in front of her eyes.
And then she felt it. And then she heard it.
The sound of Batman grunting, the feel of his dick pulsating so horribly deep inside her.
"Ffffffhhhhrrrnnnn!" He groaned with tremulous force, thrashing beneath her. "Dd---Diana! Yes! Yyyyes!"
The very idea of the Dark Knight cumming inside her proved too much for Wonder Woman. She jammed her fingers down on her clit as she clamped her pussy tight around his thumping shaft, and her orgasm hit her like a charging centaur.
"Uuuuuunnnnnhhhhhh!! Ohhhh fffffuccckkkking Hadeeeeeessss!"
She lunged up and down atop him, the tempo of her thrusts as erratic as her breathing, her pussy spasming. Her screams of release bounced and echoed around the room as she plunged herself down so hard and deep onto Batman's dick it felt like the head was spearing her womb.
"Ohhh Goddess! Goddess yess!" She said, the last shockwaves pulsing from her pussy and tingling throughout every nerve of her body.
Her hands and legs shaking, Wonder Woman pulled herself off of Batman's lap, his cock slopping out of her as she fell by his side. Winded, drenched with sweat, with her knees raw and muscles aching, she felt like she'd just gone 12 rounds with Darkseid.
In the background of her mind, beneath the whizzing static of neurones sparkling like a constellation in her brain, she realised for the first time what she'd called Bruce as she'd drawn close to her climax.
'My love.'
Had he noticed? She almost hadn't. And would that small slip of the tongue prove to be the first thing to ever genuinely frighten the infamous Batman?
She looked over to find him already staring back at her, his breathing raw, his chest heaving.
"Diana," he murmured. "That was so---so---."
She couldn't help but break out into a grin at his inarticulate wonder. Her joy deepened when he did the same, his smile the most unguarded she'd ever seen. It was also the most human she'd ever seen him look, even with the demonic garb he was still wearing, and it made her heart leap.
"I know exactly what you mean," she said. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted something that immediately commanded her attention. She looked at it, then back at him. "Bruce! You're still hard!"
"Hh," he murmured, glancing away at the ceiling. "Tantric meditation is one of the aspects of my training regime. It has certain...benefits...as far as sex is concerned."
"You mean..." Wonder Woman dipped a hand below her waist, swirled it in the sticky mess that her pussy had become, and failed to find even a stray drop of semen. "...You didn't cum?"
"I didn't ejaculate," he said. "There's a difference."
She looked at him, astonished. He looked back at her, his face once more impassive. She burst out laughing,
"You really do train for everything, don't you?"
"Hhn." He grunted, his lips twisting in a smile. She brought her mouth to his, kissed him, stared deep into his eyes and lowered her voice as she asked,
"Tell me, Bruce...what would it take for you to lose control? I'll do anything you want. Anything. Just tell me, what would it take for the Batman to finally, fully, give in to temptation? Hmm?"
She ran her hand along his torso as she spoke, tracing the curve of his pecs, the rigid mass of his abs. His jaw clenched as he once again did all he could to resist the power of her lasso.
"I---n!---I can't..."
"Come on, Bruce," she said, reaching up to pull on the rope, the golden glow of its coils burning bright as it worked to drive the truth out of the Caped Crusader. "Truth or dare."
"I want to---I want to---!" He said, leaving her to wonder what secret need could be so deep and dark that he would take such pains to keep it from her.
"Yes?" She asked.
"I want to fuck you...in your ass." He said, the revelation coming with more than a degree of relief as he finally relented to the lasso's power.
"You---you what?" She said, once more taken aback by one of his eye-opening disclosures.
"Your ass, Diana. I want to fuck it." He said. She almost looked away from how intensely he was staring at her.
"You do?"
"How could I not? Watching your perfect ass running around in those star-spangled shorts. It's maddening," he said, straining against the ropes. Disquieted by how reservedly Diana was reacting, he gently added, "I hope I haven't...said too much."
She looked at him, scrutinising him and everything he hid behind his mask. She looked away.
"We...we could do that." She said delicately.
His eyes narrowed, his brow creasing. "Really?"
She looked back at him, her pearly white teeth flashing in a smile that gave the greatest insight into the untamed streak that ran through the heart of her.
"I am Greek, aren't I?" She said, and they both laughed with the intimacy of lovers.
"But there's a catch." She continued as she pulled herself up from the ground, planting a kiss on his chin as she went. He stared up at her - a goddess looking freshly fucked - with more than a little wonder.
"And that is?" He said, manoeuvring himself up into a sitting position as she walked across the training room. Her boots clacked on the cold, hard floor as she strolled over to the window, inattentively shedding her clothes as she went.
Her fingers unsnapped hidden clasps on her corset, loosening it as she reached the glass pane. She looked over her shoulder, her expression enough to melt even the most frozen of men, as she pulled the bustier from her body, whipping it off to dangle it in one outstretched hand. With her back to him, and standing in nothing more than her tiara, her bracelets and her red-and-white boots, she said to him,
"You can have it, Bruce. You can fuck my ass. But...!" she said, dropping the corset, leaving her hands free to run over her body down to her ass. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye as she pried her cheeks apart, exposing the little pink rosebud of her asshole. "...You have to come and claim it!"
Batman's chest rose and fell as adrenaline flooded his veins. He'd lost count of the number of death traps he'd been caught in over the course of his life, how many times he'd been tied up and left for dead. Now, however, was the one moment in all that time that he most desperately wanted - needed - his freedom.
As she watched him begin to struggle against his bonds, Wonder Woman did her best to hide the exhilarated smile that threatened to overwhelm her. She turned her face back to the glass, content to listen to him as he grunted and thrashed.
She wanted to see what the Batman was truly capable of but, more than that, she wanted to see how much he wanted it. How much he wanted her.
"I'm waiting, Bruce." She said, and to emphasise her point she began to dip her fingertips in and out of her pussy, drawing the fluid she found there up to run it in circles around her asshole. She swore she heard him audibly groan at the sight of it, which only made her wetter.
She looked out the window at the glowing Earth below them with half-closed eyes, the serenity of the sight and the feel of her fingers in her slit distracting her completely. Her eyelids drifted shut as she got caught up in the feel of her fingers on her clit, her knuckles delving inside her cunt.
Just as she was starting to consider releasing Batman from the lasso - after all, he was only human, and the lasso was crafted by the gods themselves - she felt a presence behind her.
Wonder Woman glanced back. He was standing directly behind her, the lasso unwound and abandoned on the far side of the room.
"Hera! How did you...?"
He didn't allow her amazement to offset him. Instead, he pulled her up against the warmth of his body, kissing her from over her shoulder as he brought one hand up to fondle her breast, the other sliding over the curve of her ass.
"You've kept my hands from me for too long," he broke off their kiss just long enough to say. "It's my turn now."
He delved back into her lips, her tongue, as he ran his left hand between her formidable tits, squeezing their hefty mass and teasing her nipples. With the right, he ran teasing fingers over her sopping mound, making her shift her thighs wider apart to accommodate the glorious things he was doing to her.
"Mmmmm! Hunh! Ah!" She cooed and gasped as he began to work his fingers in and out of her. His chest pressed into her back, leaning her forward so that her cheek and breasts pressed against the glass, her nipples immediately stiffening against the cold surface.
Wonder Woman's breath fogged up the window as Batman searched out her clitoris. When he brushed it with his glove, she jolted with the sexual charge it ignited in her.
"FFFUH! Oh, fuck!" She cried out, grinding herself against him, her cunt sticky in his grasp, her tight ass pressed against the throbbing of his shaft.
She'd found, since coming to Patriarch's World, that most men regarded the clitoris as a big red button, an instantaneous trigger that unleashed pleasure like a trigger on a gun. As a result, many of the lovers she'd taken over the years had jammed on and grinded the sensitive nub to the point of rubbing it raw.
Batman was different. His touches were light, precise, stroking her to the edge of ecstatic oblivion before backing off once more, raising and lowering and raising again her cries of pleasure, like a master pianist reciting the grandest of concertos.
"Nnnnnnhhhh..." She groaned, trying to collect herself after being lost to the proficiency of his fingers. "I thought...I thought you were going to...to take me in my ass."
He brushed her hair back from her ear, allowing him to suck and nibble on the lobe.
"Oh, I will," he said. "But we need something in the way of preparation first. And I always come prepared."
She heard the snap of what sounded like an opening lid, then shivered when she felt a cool rush of liquid squirting on her ass.
"W-what is that?" She asked as the fluid dribbled between her cheeks.
"I palmed a bottle of lube from my utility belt earlier." He replied, working the slick fluid into her asscrack.
"Oh!" She exclaimed as he gently but firmly pressed a finger into her hole, her breath growing increasingly laboured. "Is...unh!...is there anything you don't have in that...in that blessed belt of yours? Mnh!"
"Everything but shark repellent," he said, his voice warm and intimate as he dropped the bottle on the floor, next to her bustier. "I want you, Diana. Now."
"Then by Hera, Bruce..." she replied, arching her back and pushing her ass at him as she threw him a look from over her shoulder. "...take me!"
He needed no further prompting. She bit her lip as she felt the bulging mushroom head of his cock press up against the delicate cherry of her sphincter. With gentle care but unwavering resolve, he pressed forward and into her, parting the tight ring of her anus and sliding his helmet inside.
"Rnnnnnn! Uah!" Wonder Woman cried out, the feel of it so agonizingly intense. "Fffhh! Mnnhhh!"
Batman paused.
"Shall I continue?"
"Please!!" Diana said, already adjusting to the thick rod of his member pressing up in her most sensitive of holes. She'd never had anything so big in her ass in all her life, and though the sensation was a powerful one, it was by no means unpleasant. As proof of that, her pussy simmered and tightened with the desire that was coursing through it, her asshole following suit.
Batman eased his cock deeper into Wonder Woman's flawless ass, filling up her back passage slowly but surely. Her ass was so blindingly tight and smooth, with only a trace of grit to distinguish it from the texture of fucking her pussy.
"Oh. My. Gooddddddzzzzzzzzzz!" Wonder Woman screamed as he finally pushed the last few inches of his dick into her rectum. She stood rigid and convulsing as she adjusted to the feeling of it, teetering on the balls of her feet as her mind swam in an ocean of passionate fulfilment.
He placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at his reflection in the window.
"Ready?" He asked.
Wordlessly, she nodded.
He started slowly, making sure they both felt every ridge and vein pulling in and out of her ass. His dick was thickly covered in the lube, her asshole puckering with the liquid as it widened, growing increasingly used to the size of his member.
Her muscles relaxed, Diana surrendered herself to the fiery pleasure of Bruce's shaft working inside her, allowing him to sluice it in and out of her with greater speed and increasing intensity.
"Nnnhhh! Annnhhhh! Hhnnnnnfff!" She moaned, tremulously sucking in air and exhaling it. She pushed back at him as he pistoned his cock in her succulent ass.
"Hrrn! Aa!" Batman grunted, her asshole gripping him so tightly, the friction of their fucking building a static charge in both their bodies.
His shaft was moving so fluidly in her ass that he was now able to give her every single hard-ramming ounce of it, her asscheeks rippling as his pelvis slapped against them.
Pulling out of her until only the tip of the head remained at the edge of her asshole, he'd then plunge his cock back inside her with one hard stroke, making her yelp with every thrust.
"Oh ffff-uck! Fuck! Fuck me...Bruce! Fuck my ass...!" She panted, her face contorted with a most unbearable pleasure.
But then he pulled back too far, his cock popping from her hole, losing its angle, missing the entry.
"Ooooouunnnhhh Hera!" She cried out, the heat of her need burning her up. "Put it back in! I need it! Put your cock back inside me NOW!"
Her nails scratched marks in the surface of the window as she did everything she could to contain her starved wanting. She stared up at Batman's reflection, shoving her ass back at him as she desperately tried to tempt him back into fucking her with all the power and passion he had been only a second previously.
Instead, he took her in his arms, spinning her around to kiss her, their tongues tangling as he ran his hands over her breasts, feeling and squeezing them as he got his first unrestricted, full-frontal view of their bare, natural wonder.
Though her waist was tiny her breasts were huge, swaying heavily as she turned to face her masked lover, swelling so soft and warm against his sculpted chest. Despite their size they were incredibly buoyant, seemingly untouched by gravity. They were, in a word, perfect.
Batman was so distracted by the sight of Wonder Woman's breasts and the perfect circles of her hard, rose-coloured nipples that his mind was left as free-floating as the space station they now stood in.
"Bruce..." she whispered, piercing him with those striking blue eyes. She reached up, touched the edge of his cowl, took hold of it. "...Bruce, please..."
She kissed him, gentle but simmering, as she pulled the mask from his face, revealing his eyes as the colour of twilight and the perfect mirror to her own, his midnight black hair spilling out from beneath the hood.
When their lips parted, he looked at her in a way she'd never seen before, as a man overcome with emotion, with longing and hunger and need.
They wasted no more time. No more words. They joined together, their kisses an unbroken chain as they fell to the ground together, Bruce on top of Diana, the throbbing head of his cock seeking out the warmth and refuge of her welcoming cunt.
Her pussylips parted as he eagerly sank his shaft inside her. Her nails scratched the length of his back as she wrapt her legs around his waist, pushing her hips back against him as he humped against her, fucking her in all her majesty.
"Oh yes!! Yesss!" She wailed, his mouth still hot against her lips as she trembled and reared against him, her legs sticking up high in the air above them. "Oh Eros yes!!!"
Bruce once again found himself staggered by the sight of Diana's large breasts as they bounced hypnotically beneath him to the rhythm of his driving cock. Hunching forward, he sucked one milky white tit into his mouth, flicking the nipple between his lips.
"Aauunhh!" A lightning bolt of quivering pleasure flashed through Diana's body as Bruce nibbled and sucked on her sensitive nub.
Moving one hand from Bruce's back to cup her untended breast, Diana offered the free nipple up to her own mouth. Bruce's cock surged as, while he swallowed more and more of Wonder Woman's left breast, he watched her lick the stiff nipple of her right.
"Oh, God, Diana! He growled, rearing back. "You're everything I ever hoped you were and so. Much. More!"
He punctuated the three last words by slamming his cock into her slit with all the force he had to give, pile-driving her pussy.
"Unnhh fuck, Bruce!" Diana screamed, dropping her breast to dig both her hands into the ground beneath them, the training room floor cracking as she dug welts into its once-smooth surface. "I've never---unh!---never been fucked like...like this before!! Unnfffffhhh!"
Leaning back, Bruce grabbed Diana's ankles to sling her legs over his shoulder. Her pussy tightened with the new angle, his cockhead rubbing incessantly against the sensitive button of her g-spot.
"Ohh Herrra yezzzz!" She slurred, spittle collecting at the corner of her mouth. Heat was building inside her body like a volcano aching to explode. She needed to cum so bad!
As if sensing her predicament, Bruce took sudden advantage of the lubricant he'd seen leaking from Diana's ass by pulling out of her pussy in one swift motion and thrusting back hard and deep inside her ass.
"Aphrodite's cunt!" She screamed, her eyes screwed shut as she bit down so hard she threatened to draw blood from her invulnerable lips. "Unnnnfff! Hnnnffff! Hnnnnrrrrrr!"
All Wonder Woman could do was hold on tight as Bruce plunged from one hole to the other, fucking her pussy in one stroke and her delicious ass in the other.
Her massive mammaries sloshed around on her chest as he become a one-man double team, fucking her fully in both holes, her knees up around his ears, his hands grabbing her tits to hold them steady.
"Brrrr-rrrr-ruuuuuccce!" She wailed, moving her fingers to her clit to add to the thunderhead of pleasure brewing inside her. "You're ma-mah-making me...! I'm going to----to---!"
There was no fighting the unstoppable momentum with which he was fucking her, no denying the storm of passion raging inside her. All Diana could do was let go, give herself over to it and enjoy the rush of her second, ever more powerful orgasm.
"---ccccccuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
She screamed, her climax slamming into her with the power of a tsunami, sweeping her up with it and exploding all over, setting off a chain reaction of orgasmic joy that hit her hard and hit her repeatedly.
"Uuuunnhhh! Aa! Ooounnnnhhhh!" She gasped and wailed as her pussy burst and rippled around Bruce's broad cock, her juices gushing from her to spatter around her puckered asshole and onto the floor beneath.
Rubbing at her tingling clit, Diana eyed Bruce with predatory fixation.
"Cum, Bruce! Cum inside me! Please, Bruce - I need it! I want it! Cum for me! Please!"
Her words proved all the catalyst he needed.
His face drawn tight, with her hand clutching his hair, Bruce lurched forward, plunging his cock into the sweet, dark recesses of Wonder Woman's tight, toned ass as his shaft swelled harder and thicker than it ever had before.
"Hhhhnnnhhhffffffuuucckkkkkk!" He howled as he erupted inside her, his jizz torpedoing into her bowels, sticky and sharply hot.
From the feeling of the thick explosion firing inside her, Diana could tell his load was a heavy one, pent up from Hera-only-knew how long of denying himself and his primal urges. She murmured and cooed in satisfied encouragement, running her hands over his firm, broad chest as she tensed her ass muscles around his still-pulsing cock.
"Hhhn! Hhhh!" Bruce panted, frozen in place above Diana's perfect form, her expression one of tranquil release. She circled her arms up around him, her breasts pressing together and against him, as she drew him into another nourishing kiss.
"Oh Gods, Bruce..." she whispered against his lips, their faces resting against each other, her pussy and her ass buzzing with feverish pleasure. "...that was..."
"...Incredible!..." He breathed, searching out her lips with his own.
They lay panting on the floor of the training room, Bruce's load slowly oozing from Wonder Woman's glorious ass.
Noticing the chill of the air-conditioned room for the first time, Diana wrapped her naked body in Bruce's cloak, coiling in close to him. They stared deep into each other's eyes, sharing small, loving kisses as they basked in the comfort and warmth they offered each other.
The moment was suddenly ruptured, however, by the voice of J'onn J'onnz telepathically filling their heads.
"This is Manhunter to all points requesting urgent response!"
Bruce and Diana managed to offer each other a consolatory look, recognising that their brief window of personal indulgence had now closed firmly shut. Duty called.
Wonder Woman went out about collecting and putting on her clothes as Batman responded, pulling his mask into place.
'This is Batman on the Watchtower,' he transmitted telepathically as he pulled on his pants and snapped shut the buckle of his utility belt. 'What's the situation, J'onn?'
'A dozen nuclear-powered automatons are on a rampage in Coast City,' J'onn responded without pause. 'Each of them is twice the size of the Statue of Liberty and they're on the brink of radioactive meltdown. I'm with Green Lantern and we need immediate assistance.'
'J'onn, this is Wonder Woman. Hold the line. We're on our way.' Diana replied, pulling her bustier up over her breasts.
Batman and Wonder Woman wasted no time in heading for the transport bay, talking as they ran.
"No rest for the wicked, hh?" Batman said, the openness and vulnerability he'd demonstrated only moments ago already being buried by his usual stoic persona.
"And you are very wicked!" Wonder Woman quipped, her eyes glinting with a saucy knowingness that made Bruce chuckle, if only just a little and against his better judgment. What was more, she thought to herself, she had the proof his wickedness - the sheen of his sweat and saliva on her skin, the tickle of his semen gradually leaking from her to collect in the blue of her star-spangled shorts.
The doors to the transport bay whirred open for them. Batman rushed to the control panel and tapped in the relevant coordinates.
"The world never waits though, does it?" Wonder Woman said as she stepped up onto the teleporter platform, readying herself for transport.
"No," Batman said, running up the steps to join here on the transfer deck. "But if we're lucky, it'll pause long enough - and often enough - for us to enjoy ourselves regardless."
Systems booted up and conduits charged with power as they stared at one another longingly, separated only by the tiniest of distances yet still being torn apart by the duties they'd sworn themselves to. That didn't deny them the chance, however, to steal this final moment together.
"Bruce?" Diana said, turning her face towards his. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare." He said, his eyes flashing with warmth behind the dark faade of his mask.
"Kiss me." She said, and as the twinkling light of the transport bay eclipsed them, she felt Bruce's hands on her waist, his embrace firm and passionate, as he grabbed her in a kiss that left the galaxy spinning beneath her feet.
They disappeared in a burst of light, their adventure together only just beginning...
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An orgy breaks out in the Hall of Justice.
Justice League: Love and Sex and Magic
by JTCIII
Author's note:
This is probably the most ambitious fic I've written to date. Compared to some other stuff out there it's pretty tame but I'm curious to see what regular readers will make of it.
Though I haven't been too strict with continuity, I would classify this as pre-New52/DCnU, with some inspiration also taken from the DCAU.
This story is a parody. I do not own the rights to any characters in the DC Universe. I do not make any money from the writing of this story and do not intend it as a challenge to their respective copyrights. This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.
*
The Hall of Justice glinted like a golden crown in the midday light. Tourists circulated outside, frustrated they hadn't planned their trips well enough in advance to know that the Justice League's embassy on Earth, ordinarily open to the public, was closed today for a private conference.
If they knew what was really going on inside, however, they may not be so understanding...
"Source's will!" Big Barda grunted as Superman yanked off her battle armour, her ripe breasts springing free. They were large and firm with small, erect nipples just begging to be sucked.
Her eyes burned with fiery passion as she offered herself up to the Man of Steel, happy to be acting on the desire she'd held for him for so many years now.
Superman was transfixed by the sight of her solid, womanly figure. Though he could use his x-ray vision to see any of his female compatriots naked, he never did. His parents raised him better than that. But now that Big Barda was standing before him, presenting herself to him, he thrilled at the prospect, wondering how he could have resisted all this time.
"Are you just going to stare, Kryptonian?" Barda asked him boldly. "Or are you going to act?"
Superman decided to let his actions speak louder than his words. Without saying anything, he grabbed Barda's ass with one hand and cupped an exquisite breast with the other, pulling her against him roughly, his cock swelling beneath his red briefs as he locked his mouth to hers in a passionate embrace.
The Man of Steel wasn't the only one in the room keeping busy.
Batman was demonstrating the smooth dexterity he was renowned for as he made out with both Wonder Woman and Zatanna at the same time. Neither woman felt overlooked as he slid his mouth from one to the other, his hands roaming both their bodies to their mutual moaning approval.
"Mmmm, Bruuuuce..." Zatanna murmured as Batman suckled her earlobe. "...that feels sooogooood."
"There are gods with less able lips!" Wonder Woman exclaimed, squeezing and massaging her sizeable breasts through her costume. Noticing this, Batman leaned into the Amazonian beauty and, without needing to look, sought out the clasps keeping her uniform from slipping off and effortlessly undid them, proving as stealthy in removing a woman's clothing as he was in battle.
Diana's breast plate fell away, clattering on the ground, and her magnificent tits were revealed, her rosy nipples painfully hard.
"Mmmm..." Wonder Woman moaned as Batman devoured her mouth in a hungry kiss, even as he performed the same operation on Zatanna, popping her buttons so that her breasts burst from her white collared shirt. The magician giggled in response, flicking her dark wavy hair back as she joined in the concert of hot lips and fevered tongues.
Not to be outdone by his mentor, Nightwing was contending with two women of his own. Starfire and Huntress laughed warmly as they licked at each other's lips and nibbled at Nightwing's neck, scratching their fingers along the black and blue of his skin tight uniform.
"I have to admit, Dick, I was always curious about you and Kori..." Huntress said as she placed purple-lipped kisses along Nightwing's chin and lips. "...I wonder if you both look as good fucking each other as I always imagined you did."
"Only one way to know for sure..." Nightwing replied with a wry grin, taking hold of the purple straps of Starfire's costume and pulling them from her body, exposing her breasts to the cool air.
"Mmmm, X'hal yesss!" Starfire murmured happily as Nightwing took one breast into his mouth and Huntress took the other. Kori arched her back as her two lovers suckled noisily at her titflesh, flicking her hard nipples with their tongues and swallowing as much of her mammaries as possible.
Across the way, Hawkgirl sat perched atop a prostrate Green Lantern, her wings spread wide apart, as she raked her nails over his broad chest, seeking out his mouth as a hunting bird would its prey.
Green Lantern, in turn, was massaging her body, using both hands to knead her pert breasts through her top. His ring flashed green as he used it to manifest a second pair of hands that rubbed and clutched Hawkgirl's tight little ass, spanking her to her yelping delight.
"That's it, baby," she panted. "I like it rough."
"You do, huh? Well in that case..." Green Lantern said, his eyes flashing with emerald-hued power. "Get on your hands and knees."
Power Girl and Supergirl, in the corner of the hall, moaned and muttered quietly as they lost themselves in one another. It felt so right, so natural, to be coiled in each other's embrace, tongues entwined and chests pressing against each other.
The Flash, unsure of how to insinuate himself between the two of them, opted to press himself in behind Power Girl to run his hands up along the cello-like curves of her body, doing the first thing that any man in his position would do; cupping and squeezing the massive tits that the blonde superheroine was so famous for.
His erection, trapped in the red lycra of his costume, throbbed hungrily at Power Girl's shapely rear as he fondled her soft, exquisite breasts, making her break off her kiss with Supergirl just long enough to offer the speedster an appreciative groan, her eyes drifting shut as she lost herself to the heat of the moment.
"Fuck yeah..." She muttered, before diving back into kissing the young blonde whose arms were wrapped so tightly around her.
Up on the balcony of the second floor, Green Arrow had Black Canary bent over the railing, looking out over the rest of the Hall. The couple, already so intimately familiar with one another, had been the first to strip each other free of everything, leaving Ollie dressed only in his mask and Dinah with nothing but her stockings and jacket.
With three of Green Arrow's long, thin archer's fingers now buried in the bubbling seam of her hot slit, Black Canary groaned and cursed with excitement.
"Oh, fuck, Ollie! Fuck!" She spat as she pressed her crotch down on his finely honed digits, her sun-kissed breasts heaving in time with his fingers.
Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away, Oracle sat monitoring the feed from the Hall on her high-def computer monitor. She watched in shock as the heroes that made up the Justice League began to suck and fuck each other's brains out. The more she watched, however, the more she felt a tingle building in her loins...
Superman had now stripped Big Barda of everything but her headdress, leaving the proud Apokoliptian warrior to drop to her knees before him.
"Son of Krypton!" She groaned, reaching for his yellow belt. "How I've longed for this!"
It was true. She had wanted the Man of Steel ever since the alien empath Sleez had telepathically manipulated the both of them into feeling an overriding desire for each other. In truth, all Sleez had done was amplify feelings that Barda already had for this paragon of Kryptonian perfection, and now she was free to act on them.
Unclasping his belt, Barda slid her hands down to take hold of the red briefs that bulged so promisingly before her.
"Wait..." Superman said, taking her hand in his. "What...what about Scott?"
"Scott will understand." Barda said, before tugging decidedly down on Superman's pants, his hard cock springing free.
"Man of Steel indeed!" She said with delighted approval, greedily eyeing the length and girth of his impressive member, before she opened her mouth wide to receive it, sucking it hungrily between her pursed lips.
"Gd!" Superman grunted as Big Barda started bobbing her head up and down on his shaft.
"Sappho's sweet cunt!" Wonder Woman squealed from the other side of the room as Batman licked her out with expert efficiency, Zatanna fingering her clit the entire time.
The Amazonian beauty was clutching one swollen tit in her hand and biting the fingers of the other hand to keep from screaming too loudly. Her back was against a display case holding alien battle armour and various other trophies, her muscles tightening so hard that she cracked the glass.
"Gods yessssss!" She wailed, Batman's tongue like a flickering candle in her foaming pussy, Zatanna watching with bated breath, fingers pinching at her plump breasts.
"How does that feel, Dick? Hmm?" Huntress asked as she leaned in behind Starfire to hold the former Teen Titan's bulging breasts tight as Nightwing slid his dick up and down between them, eagerly fucking her big bronze orbs.
"So! Fucking! Good!" He grunted with every thrust, his cock like the pink sausage in the middle of a golden hot dog bun.
"Mmmm..." Both Huntress and Starfire moaned as they kissed over Kori's shoulder, their lips soft and supple against one another, Starfire's cleavage rippling from the intensity of Nightwing's titfucking.
Having complied with Green Lantern's command, Hawkgirl was now on all fours as her lover slipped his cock between her thighs, positioning himself to give her the fucking of a lifetime. Hawkgirl, however, was amply distracted by the womanly figure that was staked out and shimmering green beneath her.
Using his ring's abilities, Green Lantern had generated a simulacrum of Star Sapphire who squirmed contentedly beneath Hawkgirl, raising her thigh for Hawkgirl to grind lasciviously against it as the two women kissed and fondled each other.
"Mmmmhhhhh! Anh!" Hawkgirl groaned, undulating her hips against Star Sapphire's thigh-length boot, her already wet pussy growing ever wetter.
"I thought...I thought you said you were going to be rough..." She said, casting a look back at Green Lantern, her hair tussled, her cheeks flushed.
"Oh, he's just getting started!" The Star Sapphire construct surprised Hawkgirl by speaking in a teasing, ghostly voice.
And on cue, with the winged redhead amply distracted, Green Lantern thrust forward, piercing Hawkgirl's swollen labia with his thick shaft
"Nnnhhhhhh!! Hellzzz!" Hawkgirl screamed out in sudden, overwhelmed pleasure.
Despite how loud she was, the Flash was far too busy to even notice her.
He was now little more than a red blur as he sped between Power Girl and Supergirl, the two blondes writhing on the floor. The infamously busty Power Girl had removed her white top, allowing her giant, gelatinous breasts to bounce freely as she gobbled down the Girl of Steel's grateful clit.
"Unnfhhh! Mmmhhhfff!" Supergirl huffed and panted, unable to truly express every rush of pleasure she was feeling as the Flash was busily turbo-fucking her mouth, forcing her to suck in air through her flared nostrils.
She barely registered the brief break between thrusts as the Scarlet Speedster raced between having her suck his cock and plunging his dick into Power Girl's moist mound, PeeGee's big tits swaying as he fucked her from behind fast and furious.
"Hhunnf! Mmmnnhhh! Rrnnhhh!" Both blondes grunted and groaned, both happy to have the attention of the speedster's pulsating penis.
On the balcony overhead, Ollie worked Dinah's quim with nimble dexterity, fingering her like a fletched arrow, while his goatee tickled her labia with every juicy lick he took.
"Ollie! Ollie! Ollll-eeeeeeeee!" The Black Canary squealed, barely keeping her sonic scream in check.
Down the other end of a wireless connection, with the light of her computer monitor glowing on her face, Oracle watched the events unfolding in the Hall of Justice with heart-pounding awe, her fingers twisting in her damp mound.
"Mm!" She muttered, biting her lip, as she took to lightly rubbing her clit, switching from the sight of Green Arrow and Black Canary and back to Big Barda and the Man of Steel...
Superman, ever the gentleman, was returning Big Barda's earlier oral favour, licking her out with a super-speedy tongue that whirled with the speed of a motor boat propeller, splashing drops of pussy juice all over the floor as the former Female Fury tugged at his hair and punched the ground in uncontrolled ecstasy.
"Darkseidscock that feels so! Fucking! Good!" She growled, pressing her hips up into Superman's mouth and uncharacteristically squealing like a little girl as he added his heat vision to the mix, applying just enough energy to warm her clit and turn her cunt to frothing goo.
"Yes! Yeeesssss!" She screamed, buffeted by the hurricane of her first orgasm, riding through it just enough to demand, "Fuck me! Fuck me now!"
"Yes, ma'am." Superman said, ever the Boy Scout and only too happy to oblige...
Batman's scalloped cape was spread out like a blanket on the floor as he lay back, watching with stoic interest as Zatanna and Wonder Woman shared his dick between them, suckling at his nuts and slurping around the head of his straining shaft.
"Hh." He grunted simply, allowing himself a brief lapse in control by closing his eyes and surrendering to the sensations of the two heroine's mouths. When Wonder Woman added her bulging breasts to the mix, slipping his cock between them with a mischievous smile, Zatanna angled herself to lap at his balls.
"Do you like that, Bruce?" Diana asked as she held tight to her tits, sliding them up and down the length of him. "Do you like the feel of your manhood lost between my breasts? Hmm?"
"Hnnn!" Batman groaned in reply, pressing his pelvis closer to Wonder Woman's tits, lost to the soft, smooth, fleshy warmth of them.
"Don't get too carried away, girls," a new voice in the room rang out. "Leave some for me."
Batman, Wonder Woman and Zatanna all looked up to see Catwoman crawling towards them on all fours, her ass swaying in the air.
She was dressed head to toe in sheeny black leather, her goggles pushed up to reveal her beautiful face and arched eyebrows. The zipper on the front of her costume was already zipped all the way down to her navel, revealing a scandalous amount of cleavage.
Brushing past Wonder Woman and Zatanna, Catwoman showed no hesitation in crawling up along Batman's body and straddling his lap, his cock twitching readily at her ass.
Under normal circumstances, the Dark Knight would question her presence here. But with his head swimming and blood thundering in his veins, he simply grabbed her by the waist and kissed her.
"Meeeeoowwwwwwww...!" Catwoman breathed huskily, licking her tongue along his as she pulled her top wide open, exposing her sumptuous breasts to her lover's grateful attention. He nuzzled, nibbled and licked at her already hard nipples as she cooed and mewled in approval.
"Mmmm....that's ittt.....yyyyeeess..." Catwoman purred, pressing herself closer.
"OOOOOUUUUHHHHHH!!" There was a sudden howl of ecstasy across the room as Starfire pressed her crotch up into Huntress's mouth.
Nightwing, drawn by the exotic notes of Starfire's love cries, leaned in over the Huntress's back to kiss Kori's lips. Though he was busy fucking Helena from behind, he proved highly adept in doing two things at once, never losing speed as he curled his mouth around Starfire's.
Not one to be overlooked, Huntress stole back Nightwing's attention by pulling her lips from Starfire's pussy long enough to exclaim,
"Fl---flip me on my back, Dick...umnh! Please!"
Panting and sweaty, Nightwing paused long enough to look at the Huntress in confusion.
"Wh...Why?"
"Because, " she replied, looking up at Starfire with a dark gleam in her eye. "I want our princess here to earn her reward."
Kori, still writhing from Helena's ministrations, returned the look with a curious, excited smile.
"NN! NN! NN!" Hawkgirl grunted with every lunge of Green Lantern's cock, the Star Sapphire construct squirming beneath her, licking at her nipples and sucking on her breasts.
"Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy!Fuck it!" Hawkgirl demanded, bucking like a mount that needed breaking.
"Fuck your pussy?" Green Lantern said, sliding his dick from Hawkgirl's molten cunt. "Why don't I do you one better?"
Hawkgirl's eyes bulged beneath her mask as he pressed the fleshy head of shaft up against her cherry pink asshole, skewering it in one clean stroke.
"HO! LEE! SSSHHHHHIITTTTT!!!" She screamed.
The Flash, meanwhile, had proven to truly be the fastest man alive. With both Power Girl and Supergirl lying on their sides and with their legs scissored open, he'd sped from one to the other in a constant blur of motion, hyper-fucking the both of them.
Mortal women would have been overwhelmed by the super-powered friction and long ago spontaneously combusted. But not so for these two blonde dynamos.
"Is that...hnfff!...is that all you've got??!" Power Girl asked defiantly, blowing her hair out of her face with a super-powered puff of breath, before leaning back in to have another taste of Supergirl's sweet tongue.
"Mmmm! Pllp!Nnmmmm! Plp!" Dinah had found a way to keep from unleashing her sonic scream by slipping Ollie's arrowhead between her lips and delving up and down on it, lathering it in a thick coat of saliva as she twisted her fingers in her fishnet stockings.
"Aw shit, Dinah!" Green Arrow grunted. "Oh, babe...that's it!"
"That's it!" Oracle's speakers crackled with Ollie's words as she pulled her wheelchair up alongside her desk again, having left just long enough to retrieve her vibrator. Cranking up the speed setting on the device, she toggled the webcam between Batman and Nightwing, watching the two men she'd wanted so badly for so long fuck their respective partners to heaven and back.
VVVVVNNN The vibrator buzzed.
"Oh God!" Oracle breathed, running the sex toy down along her strawberry red pubic hair, her labia growing twice as moist. She felt a moment of exquisite anticipation as she hovered the device over the slick entrance to her body, before pushing it up inside her.
"Yes! Mmmmm!"
As much pleasure as Barbara was experiencing, however, it was nothing compared to Big Barda, who had her long legs hooked around Superman's waist as he laid her out and sank his rigid dick inside her sizzling cunt.
"Fuck. Yes." Barda grunted, pressing her black thatch up against the Man of Steel's unyielding shaft, one arm circled behind her as she squelched her Mega-Rod in and out of her rock-hard ass. Kal-El didn't go in for backdoor shenanigans himself, but if that was what did it for Barda then who was he to stop her?
"Mmmm, don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstop!" She pleaded with Superman as he paused with his cock lodged deep within her. As if to demonstrate what she wanted from him, Barda started to speedily thrust her Mega-Rod in her asshole, the ridges and nodules rasping in and out of her rubbery sphincter.
Not to be outdone, Superman once more brought his powers to bear. Targeting her clitoris, he alternated blasts of heat vision with gusts of freezing cold super-breath.
"UNNNNHH!"
Losing her grip, the Mega-Rod was left sticking halfway out of Big Barda's ass as she thrashed and convulsed from the assault Superman was waging on her clit.
"Yes! Yes! By the Old Gods yes!" She cried, every muscle in her body straining like high-tensile steel cable as he started to fuck her with long, driving strokes, the ground shaking beneath them...
Wonder Woman, frustrated by Catwoman's theft of Batman's attention, had decided to vent her frustrations on Zatanna. With whiplash speed, she'd bound the magician's hands with her Lasso of Truth, pulling her over her knee and yanking her bloomers down to spank her stockinged ass.
Zatanna squealed with pain-spiked delight as the Amazon smacked her with her flat palm.
"You've been bad, haven't you sorceress?" Diana demanded between hard-cracking slaps of Zatanna's flesh, her breasts bouncing with every hit. "Tell me!"
"Y-yes, Princess!" Zatanna shrieked, the juice of her arousal trickling down her inner leg as she surrendered herself to Wonder Woman's dominance.
"And what do we do with bad girls? Hmm?" Wonder Woman asked, landing another strike on Zatanna's blushing ass.
"I---I don't know, princess!" Zatanna confessed, wriggling her rear as she adjusted herself on Wonder Woman's lap.
"We eat them," Wonder Woman said, smiling with sinful delight. "That's what we do."
"Oh, yes, princess! Yes, please!" Zatanna said, though there was no need. She hadn't even finished her pleas before Diana had rolled her onto the floor, spread her legs, and torn her stockings at the crotch, burying her mouth in the pink gash of Zatanna's grateful pussy.
All the while, Catwoman yelped and mewled with ecstatic glee as she rode Batman roughly, her claws digging and scratching into the black wings on his chest emblem.
"Hunnhh! Nnnhhh! Hnnnrrr!" She exhaled with every spearing thrust, his unrelenting shaft filling her thick and deep. "Oh fuck! Oh, Bats! Yes! Yes!"
Her face turned to the sky, her back rigid, her breasts free and her pussy drenched, Catwoman licked her lips and swallowed hard, her stamina coming to an end.
Her legs wobbled and her knees quaked as she pressed down hard on the base of Batman's cock, her arms strained and pressing her tits together as she wailed in rapturous release.
"OhhhhFfuuuuuckYyyesssssssss!!!"
She convulsed on top of him for several moments and then, spent, she crumpled to the floor. Batman, however, was far from finished.
Turning, his arousal still red and straining, he looked to see Wonder Woman pleasuring Zatanna's pussy with an expertise crafted over many years of hot, sticky Themysciran nights.
"Puh---puh---princess! Oh yyyyess! I'm...I'm...!" Zatanna swooned, her head swaying. But just as she was verging on release, just as she could feel it so excruciatingly close, Batman grabbed Wonder Woman by her rounded hips, pulling her back and up into his arms, crushing his mouth to hers.
"Diana," he rumbled. "I need you." And Wonder Woman groaned with contentment, with anticipation.
Zatanna, breathing heavily and shifting in disappointment at the loss of Wonder Woman's glorious tongue and teasing fingers, watched them for a moment as they lost themselves in each other. Knowing that Wonder Woman wouldn't be coming back anytime soon, she dipped a hand into her jacket pocket and removed her wand.
"Mrofsnart otni rotarbiv!" She commanded, waving her hand as her wand sparkled and changed shape into a long, thick, black vibrator before her eyes.
Smiling, Zatanna clicked the toy into buzzing life and pressed it against her folds, fucking herself contentedly as she settled in for the show that Batman and Wonder Woman were staging.
Not far away, Nightwing, Huntress and Starfire were staging a show of their own...
Huntress, on her back, had her toned thighs parted wide as Dick fucked her hot and sweet. Her face was buried in Starfire's cunt, pussy juices dripping on her lips and spattering on her mask. The alien princess was lounged on top of her, gobbling the vigilante's clit around Nightwing's pistoning shaft, locked in a feverish 69 with Helena.
Starfire slurped at Huntress's folds, at Nightwing's cock. She stroked Helena's clit and tugged at Dick's balls.
"Mmmmm!" She moaned, swirling her tongue over Huntress's every erogenous nerve. Helena leaned back, her chin poking into Starfire's ass. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was parted.
She screamed as she started to cum...
"FFFFFFFFUUUUUUU----!"
"---UUUUCK! Oh fuck!" Hawkgirl finished, malting feathers as she experienced her first orgasm of the day, Green Lantern's hard-driving cock never pausing as he continued to sodomize her into senselessness.
Beneath her, the Star Sapphire construct squeezed her breasts and licked her throat, frigging her clit and fingering her cunt with surgical precision. Hawkgirl was trembling from the overpowering intensity of their combined attention, having to remind herself that the woman glowing beneath her wasn't real, no matter how good her touch felt.
The uncanny simulation was only reinforced as the sometimes-villainess leaned up and nibbled Hawkgirl's earlobe, her breath warm against the Thanagarian's skin.
"He has a dirty trick in mind!" Star Sapphire whispered with an evil smile, gesturing towards Green Lantern.
"Does...unh!...does he?" Hawkgirl asked, brow creased, lip bitten, ass thrust up to accommodate the cock pounding into her.
"Oh yes," Star Sapphire replied, licking at the side of Hawkgirl's face. "Positively villainous!"
"Sounds--mm!--sounds intriguing...So what are we-hhhh-we waiting for...?"
"Indeed!" Star Sapphire replied, her voice lowering to sound just like Green Lantern's as the image of the emerald-tinged beauty split apart into a swirling cloud of energy, before reforming into a set of four tendrils, all of them composed of solid green light.
Each of the pliable strands was thick and rounded at the end, shaped like dildos the length of garden hoses, and all of them were mercilessly quick in positioning themselves at the entrance of Hawkgirl's spare orifices and asserting themselves into her grip.
"Gnnnf!" She gulped as one construct pressed itself between her lips.
"Fnnnnnnn!!" She breathed raggedly as another slid its tip into her pussy.
"Mmmm!" She moaned as the final two thrust back and forth in her each of her hands, wanking themselves in her grip.
And all the while, Green Lantern continued to fuck her with the strength, stamina and determination one would expect of an intergalactic superhero. The pleasure was overwhelming as each of the constructs fed him the sensations they were experiencing, the sum total of it blasting through his body.
He gave no sign of just how intense the feeling was, however. Instead, he simply narrowed his eyes and doubled his speed...
The Flash meanwhile, had sped up to such a degree it was like he was acting out every single scene in a porn film on fast forward, fucking Supergirl's little pink ass one second, thrusting his dick between Power Girl's gargantuan breasts the next, before returning to fuck Supergirl's mouth, and spraying a load of semen on both blondes at every turn.
"Ffffuucckkk!" He grunted. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfffuuuuuuuckkk!"
Cum splattered Power Girl's cleavage, glazing her tits. It rained down on Supergirl's pubes, on Pee Gee's ass and in Supergirl's hair. The two heroines were absolutely lathered in the sticky white substance, busying themselves by licking it from each other's skin as they explored one another's bodies.
By the time of his twentieth ejaculation, the Flash had tired himself out to such a degree that all there was left to do was stumble backwards, drop to the floor on his bare ass, and slip into sweet oblivion...
"Hu! Hu! Hu! Hu!" Black Canary grunted with every thrusting stab of Green Arrow's cock into her cunt. "OhmyGod!Soooodeeeeep!"
All her bodyweight was supported on her shoulders, with her crotch pointed up to the ceiling, as Ollie worked her like a jackhammer, squatting over her and giving her every ramming inch of his cock.
"You --unh! --- you like my pussy, Ollie? Huh?" Dinah asked, saucily wriggling her hips as Green Arrow continued to mercilessly piledrive her.
"HHHHYEESS!" He bellowed in reply, the veins on his neck standing out as Dinah's syrupy cunt proved thoroughly intoxicating. "Fuck yes!"
"FUCK IT, BABY!" Black Canary screamed. "FUCK! MY! PUSSY!"
Fucking her own pussy, Oracle ran a shaking hand through her hair, her brow sweaty. The vibrator growled in her cunt as she worked it in and out, rasping it against her clit in a twisting motion.
"Mmrrrh! Ah! ANH! Oh, Dick! Dick!" Barbara burbled quietly to herself as she came, a single tear in the corner of her eye. Falling back into her chair, she looked listlessly at the monitor, the image flickering as the connection faltered for a second.
Little did Barbara realise that it was Superman and Big Barda causing the signal's disruption.
Their fucking having reached an urgent pace, they were making the entire room quake as they pounded against each other, the slapping of Kal's pelvis against Barda's cunt like the violent thundering of storm clouds.
Bmmm! Fmmm! Rmmm!, the hall echoed.
Sllrpp! Pllrrrp! Plluupp! Barda's pussy squelched as Superman fucked her.
"FFFFFFFUUUUUUUCKKKKKK!!!!" Barda screamed as the lava raging through her veins bubbled up and erupted, making her wail as her pussy burst, simmering hot fluid running between her thighs. Her pussy clenched hard as she came, squeezing Kal-El's cock tighter than anything he'd ever experienced before.
"Great --- unnhhh! --- Great Rao!!" Superman exclaimed through gritted teeth, as he stumbled back a step, his cock popping out of Barda's pussy at the critical moment. Seizing the opportunity, Barda repositioned herself quickly, holding out her tongue and opening her mouth wide as the Man of Steel started to cum.
"Do it, my Kryptonian! Cum for me!" She urged him. "Do it!"
His cock throbbing, his balls tight, Superman roared as he exploded.
"YYYYYESSSS!"
Fast as a rocket and just as powerful, his stream of cum splattered in the middle of Barda's face. She clenched her eyes and pursed her lips as she felt his seed, hot and sticky, spray all over her strong, beautiful features, cascading over her cheekbones like a surging waterfall, spilling over her pouty lips and proud chin.
But it didn't stop there, as the Last Son of Krypton showered his lover in a truly superhuman load of spunk, drenching her hair, her chest, spattering her tits, her muscular stomach and her firm thighs in wave after crashing wave of sperm.
By the time he was finished, strained and shuddering above her, Big Barda was covered from forehead to kneecap in sparkling, steaming semen, saturated in the spoils of a one-man bukkake act.
"Never...never have I experienced such a thing...!" She murmured in amazement, eyeing Superman through jizz-sequined lashes. Her words were lost, however, as a deep, hypnotic sleep took hold of the Man of Steel, leaving him to tumble to the floor. Only moments later, Big Barda joined him...
His teammates dropping one by one, Batman showed no sign in stopping as he fucked Wonder Woman straight to heaven with his dynamic dick.
"Oh, Bruce! Brruuuuuuuuce!" Wonder Woman moaned, holding him so tight she worried she might hurt him, but the concern was swept aside as she felt her moment arrive.
"Hnnh! Hh---HHHH----HERRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH YEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!" Wonder Woman screamed, her orgasm hitting her like an avalanche, sending an inescapable wave of release rolling through every fibre of her being, flooding her thighs and leaving her slack and sated.
"Diana!" Batman grunted simply, and it was enough for her to know. She looked up at him, her smile sweet and encouraging.
"Yes, my sweet Bruce! Yes!"
His already thick cock swelling even bigger in her gushing cunt, Wonder Woman muttered and cooed with joy as she felt Batman's seed gushing inside her.
"RRRNNNNNNNN!" He roared as he blew his load inside her, ropey strands flowing out around the Amazonian beauty's pussy lips.
"...That's it....that's it..." Diana sighed with approval, running a hand over his shoulders even as she slipped into a deep slumber.
Batman shook his head and looked around the room, and for one moment he saw all the madness laid bare, smelt the tang of sweat and seminal fluid and knew that this wasn't right...
But then Zatanna approached him. She was dressed in top hat and tails, her breasts bouncing hypnotically, her fishnet stockings ripped and her white gloves stained with cunney juice. She looked him over with hungry eyes and a dangerous smile.
"My turn, Bruce."
"Yes, Zee..." He said, pulling her to him and parting her legs in one fluid motion. "...I believe it is."
Huntress lay on the floor, her face and most of her fingers buried in Starfire's lap. Starfire, sitting, had her mouth wrapped around Nightwing's salty balls as he stroked his shaft, watching the two beauties with rapt attention.
"X! X! X'Hal!!!" Kori breathed as she experienced the latest in her series of uncounted orgasms, timing it just right for the moment that Dick's shaft flared beneath his hand, making him grunt as he tilted forward.
"This is it!" Huntress said, jumping up onto her knees beside Starfire. "Open wide!"
"Awwwwwfffffffuuuucckkkkk!" Nightwing slurred, jerking off into the faces of his two lovers, painting them both with the sticky, sweltering fluid that exploded from him.
Helena and Kori giggled as blob after blob shot into their mouths, over their cheeks, up their nostrils and down their chins. Tittering, they reclined into each other, kissing away Dick's spunk as the former Robin fell to his ass, completely done.
He watched them for a while, his vision blurring until he drifted off, and it wasn't long before the two gorgeous women joined him, all three tangled around each other...
Green Lantern's brow ran with sweat as he concentrated on fucking every orifice Hawkgirl had to offer, ploughing his dick into her rippling ass, his energy shaft constructs fucking her simultaneously in her pussy and her mouth, every single sensation channelling straight into his brain.
"Oh. My. God!" He grunted, his mind reeling at what it felt like to fuck Hawkgirl from every angle, all at once.
"Hnnnmmmhhnnfff!" Hawkgirl moaned like an animal in heat around the two phallic constructs she was heartily sucking on, her ass and thighs red with welted hand marks. "Rnnhhhmmfff!"
Her wings were poised as if in mid-flight, as splayed as her legs and as erect as her nipples, every feather standing to attention. She felt more fucked than she ever had before, more out of control and submissive than a warrior of her standing was accustomed to...and she was loving every pounding, pulsating moment of it.
And just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, just as she was wondering if she would pass out from the exertion, the energy constructs disappeared in a flash of light, leaving only the inescapable heat of Green Lantern's dick in her quavering ass.
Overwhelmed, Hawkgirl slumped forward. With the side of her face plastered against the floor and her ass stuck high up in the air, there was nothing for her to do but to fully surrender herself to the onslaught of Green Lantern's cock, driving so hard and so deep into her stretched, spongy hole.
"Fnn! Fnn! Mmm!" She muttered and gasped as he filled her up more fully than anything else ever had, his cock sluicing in and out of her relentlessly, even as she shoved her ass back at him.
She was surprised to find herself on the brink of another orgasm when she felt Green Lantern's hands suddenly clasp the flesh of her rump, his power ring cold on her goosebumping skin, his pelvis banging spasmodically against her.
"Rnnn! Hunh! Gnnn!" He grunted as his cock swelled to epic proportions inside her, making her scream into the polished marble floor. Hawkgirl could feel every nerve ending in her body blaze to life, every hair and feather stand on end, as she screeched to the high of another orgasm.
But more than that -- she could feel Green Lantern's cock seizing within her, his thick pasty goo coating her sleek insides, his balls hot against her womanhood, his roar of release loud and unbridled.
"Seven hells!" Hawkgirl gasped, her breath fogging the marble, her face red, her wings twitching. "Feels! ... So Good!"
"Fuck yeah...!" Green Lantern grunted in agreement, jerking and thrusting with the last of his climax, slowly leaning over Hawkgirl more and more until finally they fell against each other, his cock slipping messily from her oozing asshole as they fell asleep in each other's arms...
"Ollie! Oh, Ollie!" Black Canary cried as the growing heat of their fucking proved too much and she suddenly exploded in burning release.
"Jeeesus----!" She screamed, her words drawing out, reaching an ever higher pitch until, rolling under the weight of her orgasm, she let slip her Canary Cry. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"Hunh!" Green Arrow grunted as the full force of the sonic scream hit him head on, knocking him out and throwing him backwards at the very moment of his climax, sending white pearls of spunk spattering all over Black Canary's flushed, sweaty body.
Panting, Black Canary dully registered both Green Arrow's sudden disappearance and the pools of semen on her body, before she slipped into unconsciousness, exhausted by the strength of her release.
Power Girl and Supergirl, however, were still proving to be inexhaustible. Having licked up every drop of jizz that the Flash had deposited on them, they were now using their own respective superspeed powers to fingerfuck each other to orgasmic bliss.
"Oh, Kara!" Power Girl cried as Supergirl ran high-speed, concentric circles all around her g-spot, the tip of Kara's tongue flickering on Pee Gee's clit. "Kara, yess! I can feel it---I can feel itttt! Oh! Oh! Ouuunhhhhhhh!!!!"
Power Girl cried out as her orgasm hit, the sheer force of it driving her determination to make Supergirl cum as well. With sweat pouring down her body, Power Girl reared her arm back and pressed her hand up into Supergirl's cunt, burying all five fingers and most of her palm in the young blonde's pussy.
"GREAT! FUCKING! KRYPTON!!!" Supergirl screamed, her voice like a warning alarm, high-pitched and gaining in urgency, until finally her pleasure crested and she came, juices pouring down over Power Girl's wrist.
Kara broke down into a series of grateful sobs as PeeGee leaned in, kissing her warm and wet, the two blondes collapsing into each other.
"Ti s'taht! Sey! Em kcuf! Drah em kcuf!!" Zatanna screamed, one half of the only couple in the room that was still conscious. Neither she nor Batman took any notice of how quiet everyone surrounding them was. They were too lost in the heat of their own passion.
Knowing her penchant for sodomy thanks to their handful of previous trysts, Batman had lubed Zatanna up with a quick but thorough tonguing and was now fucking her ass with the speed and stamina of an Olympic athlete, the magician riding the Dark Knight in a reverse cowgirl position.
"More more more more more more!" Zatanna demanded, every word exploding from her with a ragged breath, her ass popping and squelching around Batman's substantial cock.
"Oh fuh--*! Kk! Fuck! Oh you're gonna makemecummm!" Zatanna squealed, the room whirling before her eyes as she tumbled into the heady vertigo of bliss, sweat pouring from every inch of her nubile body.
And knowing that this was the moment, Batman reached around to finger the raven-haired magician's clitoris, the tips of his fingers buzzing on the erect little nub.
"Hhhhhho ym gggnniikkkcuffff Hotath ssseyyyyyyy! " Zatanna wailed as her pussy spasmed and her asshole contracted, her legs kicking of their own accord.
Throwing her head back, her scream of agonizing joy reached earth-shattering heights, her constricting ass driving Batman over the edge for the second time, leaving him to hold on tight as he burst like a geyser deep in her bowels.
"Gnnnhh!" He grunted, gripping Zatanna's waist so tight it was as if he was holding on for life itself.
"NNNNNHHHHHHHHHHYYYSSSSSSSSSS!!!" Zatanna screamed in blinding, white hot release, the sound of her cries blowing out every light in the room. Sparks rained down from each exploded bulb as Zatanna thrashed atop Batman, her orgasm driving her higher and higher, until finally it proved too much...
...and a purple-haired woman grunted, overwhelmed by the force of the psychic feedback she was receiving, and promptly fell unconscious, lifting the hypnotic spell she'd weaved...
"Huh? Whu? Hh?" Zatanna panted, snapping to her senses even as her body glowed and rippled in a post-climactic daze, her muscles twitching and her nerves blinking.
Zatanna wasn't the only one confused. Every one of the Justice League members snapped suddenly awake to look around the room in dazed bewilderment.
What the hell had just happened...?
- - Hours Later --
"Why would she do this?" Superman asked, looking into the containment cell that contained Circe, the purple-haired sorceress and rival of Wonder Woman. "Circe's always had a taste for humiliating her enemies, but never on a scale like this..."
"I suspect she was manipulated into doing it," Batman said, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the Man of Steel. Wonder Woman had elected not to stick around; a fact that Bruce found troubling. "It's too great a coincidence that she would choose the day we were hosting a membership drive to enact such a plan. My theories have been all but corroborated by Catwoman."
"Catwoman?"
"She's confessed she broke into the Hall to rob the security vaults while Circe kept us all distracted. The plan went out the window when Circe's spell proved too strong, drawing Catwoman to the main hall with the rest of us."
"The signal was that powerful?"
"Steel says it was powerful enough to reach the training room where he was conducting combat trials with Batgirl, Vixen, Blue Beetle, and Fire & Ice."
Superman's mind reeled with the full implications of what Batman had just said. Setting aside his concerns, he focused instead on his line of questioning.
"So who hired the both of them? Seems like the kind of act that would appeal to Luthor's depraved sensibilities."
"I have my suspicions, but Catwoman keeps weaving in and out of consciousness, making it difficult to question her. Don't worry. I'll get it out of her."
"I'm sure you will...though I'm still uncertain as to how exactly we managed to break free of Circe's influence."
"I can explain that," Batman said. "My first...release...proved to be the break in the signal I needed to initiate my secondary consciousness."
"Your what...?"
"An artificially-constructed psychological persona. My conscious mind was lost to Circe's control, but on a subliminal level my sub-personality gained enough awareness to start formulating an escape plan. I knew the key lay in Zatanna. "
"How so?"
"The more we lost ourselves to the signal, the greater Circe's power over us grew. Every climax that each participant experienced fuelled her like an energy surge. I knew the channel needed to be flooded, and the best way to do that was to bring Zatanna -- with her reality-warping, mind-controlling powers so much like Circe's own -- to orgasm. The resultant psychic feedback was like a lightning bolt hitting a power transformer; it completely blew Circe's fuse, knocking her out and severing the connection between her mind and all of ours."
"Just when I think there's no more ways for you to amaze me, Bruce, you turn around and do something like this."
"All he's done is delay the inevitable."
Both Batman and Superman were taken aback as Circe spoke. She shouldn't have been able to hear them through the soundproof observation window of her cell...
"The inevitable?" Batman asked, stepping forward to address the sorceress.
"Across the multiverse he stretches," Circe said, her eyes glowing white, her voice like a recording of itself. "Soon his time will be at hand."
"And who is this 'he'?" Superman asked, arms crossed.
"Access." Circe hissed as a light shone from her so bright it was blinding. One moment she was in her cell and in the next she was gone, the cell left empty.
The Justice League members looked at each other warily.
Outside, the sun was setting on the Hall of Justice... |
Huntress joins Catwoman in the sequel to The Eros Formula. MFF.
Author's note: Catwoman and Huntress are TM and (C) DC Comics. Their use here is a work of parody, is not meant as a challenge to their trademarks, and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.
This story is a sequel to my first ever fic, The Eros Formula. I hope it satisfies those readers who've been asking for a follow-up.
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Dr Preston McGregor woke up choking, the snap crack of a bullwhip stinging his ears.
"Wake up, fucker," Catwoman hissed in the darkness. "And explain exactly what you did to me."
As he lay in his bed asphyxiating, every muscle and vein in his body straining, one thought occurred to Preston.
Why had she taken so long?
He'd been waiting for this for months now -- ever since she'd broken into his lab to try and steal the Eros formula, only for the both of them to end up getting exposed to it and...all that had followed.
He had known it would only be a matter of time until his path crossed Catwoman's again. They'd had far too big an impact on each other for it not to. The fact that she was strangling him, however, came as a bit of a surprise.
He coughed hard as he struggled for breath, the whip going slack just at the moment he thought he might black out.
"W-what do you...you mean...?" He asked, his face bright red.
"What do I mean?" She repeated. "I mean, you bastard, that ever since you exposed me to that goddamn drug of yours, I've been having...dreams. Feelings. And while I'm all for female sexual liberation, this is more than I signed on for! So speak. Explain yourself! Or, I swear, you're going to know what it's like when auto-erotic asphyxiation experiments go tragically wrong."
She made her point clear by jerking the whip tight again, causing Preston another bout of coughing.
"Y-you're right!" He said. "The drug...it was too powerful...what we experienced...told me that...it won't be getting released...not in th-that form...B-but...!"
"But what?" Catwoman snapped.
"But it doesn't---doesn't cause you to do anything you wouldn't want to do! It j-just lowers your inhi---hih!--bitions! We wouldn't have had sex...if we weren't attracted to each other---!"
The whip, while still coiled around Preston's throat, remained slack. Now that he wasn't struggling for breath, he could focus enough to see her through the darkness.
The beam from the street lamp outside was filtering through the half-closed blinds of the window, spilling over Catwoman's body in a zebra pattern of light and shade. He'd almost forgotten how exquisite her body was; it was so perfectly proportioned, so horribly addictive.
The other thing that occurred to Preston as he stared up at her in the monochromatic light, the other thing that made his heart skip and his loins pulse...was it possible? Was she naked?
"Nothing you wouldn't want to do, huh?" She said, her eyes flashing in the dark.
"Uh huh." Preston said, trying to pull the whip from around his throat and having no luck. If she noticed him struggling, she gave no sign of it. Instead she remained towering over him, her alluring silhouette motionless.
"All I've wanted to do..." she said finally, the shafts of light from the blinds spilling over her thighs, her navel, her breasts...her nipples. "...is this."
She moved with sudden and precise grace, squatting down, mounting his face, smothering him with her thighs, her ass, her pelvis, and in that moment he knew it to be true -- her bare, sizzling slit pressed against his nose and his lips.
She was already so wet that the liquid was streaming from her pussy, dampening her thighs.
Preston reacted without hesitation. He started lapping eagerly at her cunt, tasting all she had to offer to her cooing, mewling delight.
"I've been dreaming of you!" She said as she pushed down, forcing her clit between his eager lips. "So many dreams...so much wanting..."
Her thighs squeezed the sides of his face as she rode his mouth, his tongue snaking up inside her. She cried out at the feel of it.
"Auugnnh!"
Preston's hands found her beautiful ass, which he grasped as he lapped hungrily at her, licked her as if his life depended on it...and in the back of his mind, he wondered if it really did.
Outside, the wind blew through the Gotham streets with a building intensity. The night was dark and dawn was a long way off...
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Helena Bertinelli, aka the Huntress, entered the building via the rooftop after picking the lock with one of the many instruments she kept in her belt. She descended the stairs silently, like a floating shadow, and exited on the fifth floor.
She stalked through the dimly-lit hallway until finally coming to apartment 5D, to which she had the key. No one saw her as she let herself in.
The apartment was empty save for an array of surveillance equipment set-up by the large window in the living room. A video camera was affixed to a tripod and pointed quite precisely out the window, feeding its broadcast to a small colour monitor that sat beside a desk chair.
The Huntress took a seat, pulling her night-vision binoculars from her belt as she did so. Looking through the binoculars at the apartment directly opposite, she detected no signs of movement.
Placing the binoculars down, she picked up the controls to the video camera and scrolled through the vision from the past 24 hours.
She'd been tracking Catwoman for well over a fortnight now, ever since she'd first spotted her by chance during one of her nightly patrols. It had been a hell of a job tailing her, given how fast the cat burglar ran and how acrobatically she moved, but Huntress was no slouch herself.
She'd tracked her to the studio apartment across the street and had watched as she'd rendezvoused with an unknown male. At first, Huntress had assumed the guy to be some kind of contact -- a fence, a client, a fellow criminal.
But when Catwoman had dropped to her knees and started sucking the guy's cock, well...Helena had known there was more to it than that.
She had considered busting in on them and arresting Catwoman then and there. Red-handed from jerking the guy off as she was, however, it was hardly like she was in the midst of a crime.
So Huntress had elected instead to tail Catwoman, waiting to catch her in the middle of her next job. What she found instead, however, was Catwoman sprinting across the city skyline every night to spend every hour until dawn fucking her mystery man, disappearing once the sun started to come up.
Huntress had found the empty apartment and set up the surveillance equipment on the off-chance she might catch them plotting something. Or at least, that's what she told herself, just as she told herself that the only reason she'd broken into the guy's place while he was out for the day was to plant bugs to record the audio of their plotting.
As she popped the headphones on now, however, and watched the playback from last night, she heard the furthest thing from plotting.
'Arrn ffuck me! Fuck me with your monster cock! Make me cum! Uooonhhh!'
The audio came back crisp and clear as Huntress watched the couple on the screen screwing in night-vision green. She watched as the mystery man -- his name revealed as Preston, his body revealed as chiselled and spectacular -- fucked Catwoman like the exotic animal she was.
But then Huntress noticed something out of the corner of her eye that made her hit the pause button and grab her binoculars.
She had felt disappointed before when she thought the apartment to be empty. Instead it seemed she'd been looking in the wrong place. There was motion in the apartment opposite as Catwoman and Preston stumbled into the light of the main room, up against the bay windows, presumably having moved from the shadows where the bedroom was...
They were hungry for each other, hands and mouths moving rapidly, seeking each other's lips and bodies. Preston spun Catwoman round in his grip, his chest on her back, as he grinded his bare cock against her supple rear, his mouth hot and wet on her neck.
Catwoman was naked, save for her mask, gloves and boots. It struck Huntress as the kinkiest kind of roleplaying, blurring the line between the stature of one's role in the super community and the fantasy that the role represented. That was if she was to get analytical about it, which she refused to do...
Huntress stood. She checked her crossbow, made sure it was in working order, made sure she had enough bolts for it.
Tonight. If she was ever going to do it, it would have to be tonight...
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Preston had Catwoman bent over the breakfast table by the window, pumping her from behind with all he had. Her long, black curls jostled around her face, her tits bouncing on the surface of the table.
"Unnnnwwhhhh!! FUCK!" Catwoman screamed as she thrust back at him. "Fuck me!"
It had been two glorious weeks of this -- sex better than anything he'd had in his life, wild and wet and free, with the most incredible woman he'd ever met. She never told him where she was going as the night ended, never told him if she'd be back, but every evening she returned to him, her appetite as insatiable as his own.
"I'm -- I'm so close!" He grunted, his cock thick and pistoning in her simmering cunt.
"Uunnnhhh, you are, are you? You're gonna cum? Unnh! You'll cum on my boots, you whore!" Catwoman hissed, speedily fingering her clit. "You fucking slut, you'll cum on my boots and you'll fucking like it! Uuaaaunnh!"
They were so lost in the desperate frenzy of their fucking that they didn't notice her at first. Not until she cleared her throat.
Catwoman reared back and whirled around, Preston's sloppy cock slipping from her throbbing pussy as she pivoted, pushing Preston out of the way. She went to lunge for her whip but was stopped in her tracks. Preston looked in confusion at what could possibly intimidate Catwoman into freezing.
It was the Huntress, and she had a loaded crossbow pointed straight at them. She was enshrouded by the darkness on the other side of the apartment. All that was visible was her masked face and the glint of her arrowhead.
Neither Catwoman nor Huntress spoke. It was as if the first one to say something, the first one to blink, would somehow lose. Instead they stood quiet, motionless, sizing each other up.
The only noise either of them made was the heavy breathing that escaped from Catwoman. She was still sweaty and panting from the fucking Preston had been giving her only moments ago.
Her hands were raised, showing she had no weapons nor the intention of grabbing for one. It left her breasts dangling free but firm, beads of sweat running down between her cleavage.
The sight of Catwoman's bare body like that was hypnotic, even in this precarious situation, and Preston glanced away from it just long enough to see that Huntress seemed just as mesmerised by it as he was.
Maybe it was that incredible sight that inspired the Huntress's next move.
She took one step out of the shadows. Two. Just enough for the light to strike her body, so that when she reached for the zipper of her costume and started to pull it down, both Preston and Catwoman knew exactly what she was doing.
They looked at each other in confusion, then back at the voluptuous vigilante as she pulled the zip all the way down the length of her torso, exposing her ripe cleavage, her firm, defined abs and her flat, tanned navel. Preston could just make out the top of her pubic hair as she finished unzipping.
She stood there a moment, the middle of her torso exposed. Without looking away from Catwoman's body, she used her free hand to pull aside the left half of her costume, exposing one full, hefty breast, the other still trapped in her clothing.
Catwoman and Huntress stared at one another as if magnetically locked onto each other's gaze. Catwoman's tongue flicked out to lick her lips as she watched Huntress pull down the other side of her costume, exposing her full rack.
Her breasts looked to be C cups, maybe Ds. They weren't as big as Catwoman's but they were breathtaking nevertheless. They swayed alluringly as the Huntress left her top to hang from her waist, dangling against her tight pants.
She glanced at Preston a moment, staring deep into his eyes as she reached up again to unclasp her cape. The purple cloak fell heavily to the ground. She stood now completely topless, wearing her mask, her gloves, her pants and boots, and still pointing her crossbow at the two of them.
Preston grew worried for a second as her gaze shifted from his eyes to his crotch, where his hard cock surged at her attention. He felt concerned that, with a weapon in her hand, she might get some kind of crazy thought when looking at his dick.
Luckily for him, she did.
Lowering the crossbow to her side, Huntress walked with slow determination over to Preston, her heels clipping on the floorboards. She stared unflinchingly into his face as she grabbed hold of his shaft, sizing him up.
She stroked his dick and squeezed his balls, her face so close to his that he could feel her warm breath on his lips. With his shaft still in her hand, she looked over at Catwoman, who had herself drawn in nearer to them.
"I've been watching you for a while now. You've been a very luck girl," she said, emphasising her point by giving Preston's cock a swift tug, making him groan. "But it's time to share."
A smile of sinful delight slid across Catwoman's lips, her eyes flashing with predatory cunning.
"I don't know..." she said. "I don't share well with others."
"...Please?" Huntress said in a voice suddenly small and girlish, her face so close to Catwoman's now that she was able to plant petite, pleading kisses on the villainess' chin. "I'll do anything you want me to. Anything."
Huntress punctuated her plea by pressing her lips full and firm against Catwoman's, her tongue sliding out just enough to take a sliding lick. Catwoman moaned throatily as she returned the kiss, breaking it off by taking a tiny, nipping bite of Huntress's bottom lip.
"You want to be a bad girl, huh? You want to be dominated?" Catwoman whispered, her tone dark but still inviting. "Is that what you want...Cuntress?"
Huntress visibly bristled at her name being twisted in such a way. Preston wondered if that was enough to snap the heroine out of whatever lapse she was currently experiencing.
But instead, her eyelashes fluttering, she bowed her head.
"...Yes..." She said.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes...mistress."
"Good," Catwoman said. "Now get on your knees and suck my cream off his cock."
Huntress stared at Catwoman for a long time, her expression inscrutable. Catwoman merely smirked at her in response, as if defying her to refuse.
Slowly, haltingly, Huntress sank to her knees.
Preston stood in utter shock. As if all the events leading up to this hadn't been strange and unexpected enough, this surely took the cake. For a split second he wondered -- was this the Huntress acting completely of her own volition? Or had she been affected by the Eros-laced pheromones given off by his and Catwoman's fucking?
His train of thought was completely derailed, however, by Huntress's warm, wet, willing mouth as it parted to accommodate his hard, dripping cock.
"Awwh shhheeeezzzuus!" Preston slurred, his hips bucking forward to push the head of his cock up against her tonsils.
"Goooood girl," Catwoman whispered, running a hand through Huntress's hair as the superheroine's head moved up and down on Preston's dick. "That's it. Suck it good. Swallow all those cunt juices."
Huntress grunted and groaned around Preston's cock, shifting her gaze between Preston's pleasure-ridden grimace and Catwoman's sharp, sparkling eyes.
"You're a talented little cocksucker, aren't you?" Catwoman said, watching with rapt fascination as Huntress stroked Preston's balls, pumped his cock, tonguelashed the swollen head. "You deserve a reward."
Catwoman sank into the darkness, the only giveaway of her presence being the sound of her stiletto boots as she sauntered over to the small leather bag she'd brought with her and had left on Preston's bed.
Huntress's eyes went wide when she saw what Catwoman had returned with.
With one hand, the villainess was toying with her pussy, stroking her folds and teasing her clit. In the other, she held a hefty vibrator. It was purple and black - her signature colours -- and easily ten inches long. The head of it was thick, bulbous, and from the shaft sprang a second prong, designed to stimulate the clitoris.
The sight of the vibrator had excited Huntress enough to intensify her sucking of Preston's cock. She was squeezing him firmly with one hand as she looked aside, staring at Catwoman, her lips pressed tight around the thick shaft that throbbed in her mouth.
"Open wide." Catwoman said with a sinister grin. She clearly wasn't referring to Huntress's mouth as she parted the heroine's thighs and sank two gloved fingers in her steaming cunt.
"Aauuwh!" Huntress yelped at the suddenness of it -- a yelp that turned into a low, throaty moan as Catwoman spread her pussylips open and pressed the thick head of the vibrator against the entrance.
"Say 'Ah'!" Catwoman said, chuckling with dark satisfaction as she switched the sex toy on and watched the Huntress light up like a Christmas tree.
Vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv!, the vibrator buzzed.
"Ffhhuuuuhhh!" Huntress spluttered around Preston's dick as Catwoman pushed the vibrator into her pink, yielding pussy from behind, stroking and spanking her ass as she took inch after sinking inch.
"Hhhnnhh! Uuunnnhhhh!" Huntress panted, the vibrations rippling from her slit through every nerve in her body, making her tremble. The deeper the vibrator went in the more Huntress felt it -- and the more it went in, the closer the second prong grew to her clit.
When finally the small attachment pressed up against her erect nub, Huntress practically exploded.
"Hhfuffuh! Hfhfhfuuuunnh! FFFffuuuckkk!" She finally cried out, Preston's soaked cock popping from her mouth. Vvvvvvvvwwwuuunnnnnnhhhhhh!, the vibrator continued.
"Uh uh uh!" Catwoman admonished her. "Don't cum just yet -- we have so many more speed settings to go!" To demonstrate her point, she hit a button on the handle of the vibrator, its buzzing intensifying.
VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV!
"Shhhit! Shitfuckshiiittt!" Huntress responded, pushing her hips back and forth against the device, wanting more but unable to take it, as Preston's dick went unattended.
"Shame on you! Letting a perfectly good cock go to waste," Catwoman said, lowering herself to her knees alongside Huntress, her hand still on the hilt of the vibrator, which she twisted and thrust in Huntress's sopping cunt, much to the heroine's shuddering delight. "Inexcusable!"
Catwoman snatched at Preston's cock, pulling it free of Huntress's grasp. Preston braced himself as Catwoman wasted no time in gobbling it down, pumping the shaft in her iron-fisted grip as she slurped loudly on the head, spitting and slobbering all over it.
"FFck!" Preston grunted through tight lips. Huntress was gripping onto his thigh as Catwoman slid the blitzing vibrator in and out of her oozing cunt, pleasuring both her and Preston so intensely at the same time with such effortless ease.
Huntress, panting and eyes screwed shut, pressed back hard against the vibrator one more time and then, as if propelled by the gut-wrenching tremors, launched herself at Catwoman's lips and Preston's cock.
She parted her lips to kiss the cat burglar hard and deep, their tongues melting together around Preston's quivering dick.
"Hhhhn!" Preston groaned at the overwhelming sensation of it; two sets of mouths wrapped around his shaft and bulging helmet, soaking it in saliva as their tongues wrestled against each other.
"So enthusiastic!" Catwoman said, licking up a stray strand of drool that had run down her chin. "Let's see if we can increase that enthusiasm, hmm?"
She hit another button on the vibrator's handle and the buzzing increased in strength yet again.
VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHH!!!
"Fhuufhhuuugh!" Huntress practically screamed as the vibrations wracked her clit and pulsed through the core of her body. Catwoman grinned, letting go of the toy, allowing it to run free in the Huntress's juicy cunt.
"I'm not forgetting you, doc." She said, looking up at Preston with her sparkling emerald eyes before opening her mouth to suck on his entire sack, his balls big and tight against her tongue.
Huntress managed to relax her muscles enough to lean forward and join Catwoman, deepthroating Preston's shaft down to the base, her chin brushing against the bridge of Catwoman's nose.
"Jesus goddamn Christ!" Preston cursed. He'd never felt anything so intense in his life. He couldn't help but thrust forward, making Huntress sputter as she choked for a moment on his dick.
"Mmmnnnnnn!" Catwoman moaned, her purple lips parted around his balls, her nostrils flared as she breathed through her nose.
She reached up to continue Preston's handjob, only to find Huntress already busy with it. Never one to be dissuaded, Selina joined in, timing her rhythm to Huntress's as they both stroked Preston's dick with everything they had.
She and Preston had fucked enough times now for her to know when he was getting close, and he was making all the telltale signs now. His breathing, his straining body, it was all leading to his moment of climax...
So of course, Selina broke off all contact, standing so suddenly and with such determination that both Huntress and Preston were stunned into still silence, staring at her ass as she turned to walk away, pulling the vibrator from Huntress's cunt as she went.
"Uuunnh!" Huntress moaned in obvious disappointment, breaking off her sucking of Preston's dick, who in turn blinked in confusion.
They watched as Catwoman once again slunk through the shadows, aiming for Preston's bed. This time, however, she crawled onto the sheets, her perfectly toned ass stuck high and proud in the air.
She bent forward to lean on one shoulder as she slipped a hand between her legs, offering the vibrator to her own pussy this time. It clicked and whirred into life as she pushed it slowly, teasingly into her cunt, groaning as she did.
"Nnnnn-uuuuunnnhhhhh!" Vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv!
Both Preston and Huntress were mesmerised by the sight, her athletic, pin-up star physique outlined by the moonlight.
"Cuntress," she said, snapping the both of them back to reality. "Over here. Now."
Huntress hesitated a moment, still not willing to fully submit, but eventually she moved to stand, only for Catwoman to snap,
"On your hands and knees!"
Huntress glared at her but Catwoman only stared back expectantly. Preston watched as Huntress haltingly dropped to all fours and started crawling toward the bed.
Catwoman, contented by her victory in the small battle of wills, pushed and pulled the vibrating dildo in and out of her rosy slit, the attachment buzzing her clit pleasantly.
"Mmmmmnnnhhhh." She moaned blissfully as Huntress edged over to her.
"M-mistress?"
Catwoman regarded her with a sultry, calculating look, before planting a hand on one of her curving asscheeks and prying herself apart.
"Lick my ass, Cuntress."
Huntress, on all fours, made no move to respond.
"Lick it!" Catwoman repeated firmly, pushing her ass into Huntress's face.
The superheroine stuck out her tongue, skimming the tip of it along the curving edge of Catwoman's asscheek, barely sideswiping the pink ring of her hole.
All the while the vibrator buzzed along in Catwoman's bubbling cunt. Selina cried out as all three of her most sensitive erogenous zones were stimulated simultaneously.
"Fuck yesszz!" She cursed as Huntress drew her tongue along her asshole in a long, drawn-out lick, making Selina squeeze her eyes shut and throw her head back, her dark curly hair whipping through the air.
When Catwoman opened her eyes again, she found Preston standing beside the bed, presenting his shiny cock to her.
"Mmmm...what's up, doc?" She said with a devilish grin, before lurching forward to enthusiastically swallow his dick.
"Unnhhhhh yyyyyeaaah." Preston groaned as Catwoman fucked him with her mouth.
Without prompting, Huntress took hold of the vibrator and started working it in and out of Catwoman's cunt, leaving the villainess free to reach a hand up to wank Preston's cock.
"Fffffff!" She hissed, her mouth breaking free of the rigid shaft as Huntress dipped her tongue inside her asshole while cranking the vibrator up another notch. It hummed against her clit, doubling the moistness of her already drenched pussy.
She paused only for a moment before heartily deepthroating Preston again, his shaft sliding over her tongue and down her oesophagus. She sucked his cock like a pro as he and Huntress double-teamed her, dick in her mouth and dildo in her cunt.
The pleasure of it was so overpowering that Selina could feel herself losing control -- something that she didn't want to happen until she allowed it to.
Grabbing Huntress's hand, Catwoman pulled the vibrator from her pussy and switched it off as she rolled over in the bed, pushing her now empty cunt up into Huntress's mouth.
"Eat me!" Catwoman sneered and this time Huntress instantly obeyed, sucking on her clit and eagerly tongue-fucking her sodden slit. "Eat my pussy, you superhero whore!"
Preston, seeing his opportunity, swiftly mounted Catwoman's torso and slid his rigid cock between her giant breasts. Without hesitation, she clamped her hands to her tits and squeezed him between them, glaring up at him with a leering boldness.
"You wanna titfuck me, huh? Is that what you want, you fucking bastard?" She hissed beneath him, spitting into her cleavage to lube herself up.
"You know I do," he replied, his cock growing even harder as he spoke. "You have such incredible breasts -- all I want to do is fuck them."
"Then do it, baby," she encouraged him, her tone growing almost sweet. "Fuck 'em hard!"
All the while, Huntress supped on her syrupy cunt, offering up two fingers to diddle her and frig her clit. Catwoman, her legs kicking and her breath ragged, grunted and squealed as Preston started fucking her tits.
Selina's face was red and sweaty beneath her mask. She'd started out in control, had tried to retain it, only to end up very much at the whim of her two lovers...and she was relishing every second it.
She could feel the pleasure welling up inside of her, and she couldn't help but wonder how long she could hold out before she came.
Catwoman's breasts juddered as Preston fucked them with broad, deliberate strokes, basking in their tight, satiny smoothness. While pressing her breasts together for him, she pinched and tweaked her nipples, murmuring all the while.
"Fuck my tits, you dirty prick," she moaned. "Fuck my big tits while my little superhero slut licks out my fucking cunt!"
Huntress muttered at the acknowledgment, concentrating on tongue-lashing Catwoman's swollen labia and slurping up every drop of trickling cunney juice.
"Unnh, fuck! Fuck!" Catwoman screamed, overcome as Huntress sucked her clit and Preston started to speedfuck her breasts, his balls hot and heavy on her torso.
Huntress, knowing exactly what to do, picked up the vibrator again and, wielding it like a sword, stabbed it into Catwoman's gushing cunt, switching it on to its maximum setting as she sheathed it fully inside her.
VVVVVVVVVVVVWWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHH!!!!!
"Ohhhh FFFFFUUUUUUCKK!" Catwoman screamed, thrashing desperately on the bed as she came so hard she squirted, gushing on Huntress's face and smothering Preston's dick in her tightly clenched tits. "Fuck fuck FFFFFUUUUUHHHHHH!"
Catwoman cried and sobbed as her orgasm completely overwhelmed her. It was a long way from the control she'd exerted earlier and Huntress couldn't help but smirk to herself as she one-upped the powermad bitch.
The victory, however, was short-lived.
Her pussy still wet and throbbing hot, Catwoman wrestled her way free of Preston's thrusting dick, grabbing Huntress and pushing her roughly onto the bed.
"You did a good job in making me cum, Cuntress," she said. "But now it's your turn! Doc?"
She looked up at Preston as she pushed Huntress's legs as wide apart as she could.
"Fuck her. Hard."
Preston, his dick still gleaming from Catwoman's saliva, looked at Huntress. The naked desire on her face told him the heroine wanted this, the single nod of her head confirming it.
He positioned himself on the bed, his engorged shafthead pressing up against the Huntress's frothing folds.
"Do it," Huntress whispered to him, her eyes glinting behind her mask. "I want your dick in me soooo baaaad."
Preston, never one to torture somebody, obliged her. He sank his shaft into her, the helmet pushing in past her foaming pussylips.
"Ohhhh sshhhhhhiiiiitttt! Unnnhhh! Ah!" Huntress breathed and yelped as Preston pushed deeper and deeper inside her to Catwoman's smirking satisfaction.
"I always knew all an uptight superhero needed was a good fucking," she said, stepping off the bed just long enough to retrieve her bullwhip. She strolled back, playing with it in her hand. "Lucky for you I'm here to supervise."
Catwoman didn't allow Preston to bask in the feeling of fucking Huntress. Instead, she gave him a swat on the ass with the whip, barking a command at him.
"Faster!" She said.
Preston, taken aback at first, nodded dutifully, thrusting his hips quicker and quicker, his pelvis slapping against Huntress's.
"Harder!" Catwoman shouted with another lash of her whip, forcing Preston to go faster and faster until he was slamfucking Huntress, the mattress bouncing beneath them as the superheroine screamed her delight.
Fine welts on Preston's ass glowed white, turned red, but he hardly noticed as he threw himself entirely into fucking the Huntress with everything he had.
"Ohhhhh yyyyyessss! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me so hard!"
Catwoman, satisfied with Preston's tempo, climbed onto the top of the bed, her stilettos digging in the sheets, her hips poised over Huntress's head. Huntress opened her eyes just in time to see Catwoman's cunt before she planted it on the heroine's face, smothering her with her dripping slit.
"Mmmphhhhh! Mnnmnnn!" Huntress moaned, gripping Catwoman's thighs as she returned to eating out her pussy. Catwoman took hold of Huntress's legs in turn, holding her wide open for Preston to fuck her as hard and deep as he possibly could.
"Hhhhnnnh! Unnnhhh! Mmmmnnnhhhh!" Huntress warbled from beneath Catwoman as Preston's cock rasped along her G-spot, his dick lodged deep within her.
"Mmmmm, yeah. Fuck her deep." Selina muttered. She couldn't help but be surprised when she felt Huntress's hands reaching up to paw and squeeze at her breasts.
She laughed wildly in response, riding her mouth, slipping up and down on Huntress's lips, her tongue, her chin. She took hold of Huntress's tits in return, squashing them together, playing with them.
Huntress was gasping for air against Catwoman's cunt. Selina smothered her with it one last time before sliding forward, planting her ass on her chest, her crack in the heroine's face.
"You're fucking her so good," Catwoman told Preston as he continued to slam against her, the pleasure overloading his senses. "But what's say we kick it up a notch?"
The infamous cat burglar leaned forward, seeking out the Huntress's clit with her gloved hands. With one set of fingers she pried the vigilante's folds apart, with the other she started to flick and swirl the engorged nub. The reaction was instantaneous, electric.
"Auuuhh! Ccuuuhh! Frrrrruuuuuhhhhh! Oh fukk!" Huntress screamed against Catwoman's ass. "Oh fuck! Oh fffffuck! I'mgunna -- fucking -- CUM!"
Huntress writhed beneath the two of them, her hips bucking against Preston's ever thrusting cock. Her scream of pleasure was muffled as Catwoman pressed her ass against her face, grinding her tiny pink asshole against her lips as Huntress cried out in ecstacy.
"That's it, my lovely Cuntress! Cum! Fucking cum for me!" Selina said, spitting on Huntress's clit as she speedily whacked it off. Huntress was kicking her heels against the edge of the bed, her nails digging into Catwoman's thighs.
"SHUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH!! FFFFFFF-UUCCCCKKK MMMMEEEEEEEEE!!!!"
Her pussy was a torrent of fluid as she came, popping and fizzing and exploding, hot lava bliss flooding her entire body. Her cunt muscles surged tight. It was more than Preston could handle.
"Oh God!" He cried out, and Catwoman knew. He was at his limit. It was time.
"Shoot it, doc! Shoot it thick and full all over my fucking face!" She managed to egg him on just in time as he pulled his sweltering cock out of Huntress's sloppy cunt, erupting in a white hot geyser of pleasure.
"Oh sweet fucking Christ! Unnnhh!" Preston grunted as he came, his sticky spray exploding all over Catwoman's waiting face and Huntress's creamy clasping, cunt.
Selina cackled with lascivious delight, sticking her tongue out to collect the fat drops of spunk as they rocketed from Preston's shaking cock.
Sparkling white semen collected like dew drops in her long eyelashes. It ran down her cheeks, over her purple lipstick and dangled from her chin to splatter between Huntress's thighs and in the heroine's black streak of pubic hair.
"Hnnn! Aarrh!" Preston grunted as he tugged the last of his jizz from the straining head of his cock, making sure Catwoman got every drop of it.
"Mmmmm...fuck yeah!" Huntress groaned beneath the two of them, her legs shifting in the sheets, her toes curled. "You did such a good goddamn job of painting her fucking face..."
Catwoman turned on Huntress. Though her face was messy with Preston's sperm, her expression was nevertheless deadly.
"I don't recall giving you permission to speak, Cuntress." She snarled.
"S-sorry, mistress." Huntress said, lapsing straight back into character.
"You're going to have to make it up to me," Catwoman said, pulling herself up to kneel on the bed, stray drops of jism hitting her on the tits. "...lick my face clean. Now."
Huntress's lips trembled, as if she considered questioning the order and then thought better of it. Instead, she slunk on all fours to kneel in front of Catwoman and, extending her little pink tongue, began to lick Preston's warm cum from the purple latex of her mistress's mask.
The sight of Huntress sponging and sucking up every drop of his filthy load from Catwoman's beautiful face insured that Preston was fully hard again only moments after an already powerful orgasm.
He couldn't help but stroke himself as he watched the heroine run her tongue over the villainess's lips, along the creamy white of her exposed skin and the sheeny material of her costume, gathering all of his pearly fluid on her tongue, swallowing it as she went.
"Ah ah ah!" Catwoman wagged her finger at Huntress just as she was about to gulp down the last of Preston's load. "Don't forget to share!"
A wicked little smile found Huntress's lips as she leaned forward, joining Catwoman in a hungry kiss that allowed Preston's spunk to flow from one beautiful mouth to another and back again.
Saliva and semen mixed as the two ravishing beauties swapped the cum between them, their kisses loud and smacking as they rolled their tongues together.
Finally, when they both had a generous amount between them, they swallowed, cleaning each other up with a smattering of kisses on the lips.
Preston, still busy stroking himself as he watched, froze suddenly when Catwoman turned an arched eye his way.
"Keeping yourself busy, are we?" She asked to Huntress's giggling amusement. "Don't worry, doc. We've got all night. Now get on the bed."
It seemed the kiss that Catwoman and Huntress had shared had worked as some kind of anointment -- in that moment, the power balance had shifted, with the two women now on top and Preston very much on the bottom.
This hunch of Preston's was confirmed as they both grabbed him and pushed him onto the mattress, working in silent coordination with each other to lash his wrists to the headboard using Catwoman's whip.
They settled in on top of him with Catwoman straddling his lap, her claws scratching into his chest, while Huntress lay at his side, playing with her pussy as she absorbed the sight of his bound body.
"Comfortable, doc?" Catwoman said, flashing him an animalistic grin. Before he had the chance to answer she grabbed him by the dick, his shaft hard and veiny in her gloved hand. "Not too comfortable, I hope."
She raised herself up and planted herself firmly on his cock, every inch of it sliding up inside her slippery cunt with ease.
She fucked him hard and fast as Huntress lay beside them pleasuring herself with two fingers, then three, before finally retrieving the vibrator and bringing herself to another screaming orgasm with it.
"Auuh! Unnnnhhhh! Oohhohhhuunnn!" She cried out as she exploded.
Catwoman wasn't far behind, fingering her clit as she slammed herself up and down on Preston's dick, Preston bucking against his restraints the entire time. He could feel himself getting closer again, even as Catwoman threw her head back, her breasts swaying as she screamed,
"Hnnhhh! Hoh! Fuuucckkkk! Making! Me! Fucking! Ccccccuuuummmmmmmmm!"
Her pussy tremored around his shaft as she continued to hump up and down on him, riding the wave of her crescendoing climax, before slumping forward, sated.
As Catwoman panted, regaining her breath, Preston couldn't help but rock his hips beneath her. He was so agonisingly close...a fact that Catwoman didn't seem to miss.
"Aw, you didn't get to cum?" She asked in a mocking, cutesy tone, pulling his cock out of her to his obvious anguish. "Don't worry your sweet little head. I told you we had all night, didn't I? Huntress."
Huntress snapped to attention, cut short of languidly rubbing the dildo against her throbbing folds.
"Your turn, baby." Catwoman said, placing a kiss on Huntress's lips. Huntress smiled broadly, manoeuvring herself into position above Preston's cock, Catwoman holding it steady for her.
As he watched Huntress's lithe, sculpted body in the moonlight, watched her as she sank herself down on his aching dick, one thought occurred to Preston.
Dawn was a long way off....
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Master PC: The University of Life
The e-mail
Edmund Gathright jumped, and gazed blearily around the room to see what had disturbed his slumber. His eyes swept over chaos, piles of empty Pot Noodle pots, discarded lager cans, and wads of paper. No, nothing had been disturbed -- all looked normal.
Edmund yawned lustily and arched his back, a vain attempt to ease the cramp caused by falling asleep in front of the PC. He vaguely wondered what the time was, and after picking up his discarded glasses he peered at the task bar. 03:23, he had only been asleep for 20 minutes! What on earth could have woken him at this time? Then he noticed the mail icon in the task bar, it was obvious then, Celia had woken him.
"Well Celia, I wonder who's writing to us at this time of night?"
Celia was as silent, and unresponsive as ever.
"Hmmm, it's from Ricky, Celia," he yawned, with a large attachment, I wonder what he wants now?"
Celia was quiet.
Edmund wiped his grimy glasses, alleviating some of the smears, and read.
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'Hi Eddy,
I thought this might be right up your street, lol. Seems to fit in well with the old OOP work! Odd little program I got forwarded in the internal mail here, no interest or use to me. The dork who sent it -- reckons it can control people -- I mean! Anyways I thought you could tear it apart for fun. If it does control people, maybe you could use this for the dissertation in your Object-Orientated Programming course. I mean people have to be the ultimate objects don't they, LOL!
Ah well time to hit the sack, alone again -- the old charm is failing Eddy. I can't seem to get my share any more. Real pain, as there are some right lookers around here now, but they always seem to be busy. God too much more and the old balls will be going blue. Still enough of my moaning. Night Eddy, enjoy the attachment!
ROFLMAO,
Ricky
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Edmund chuckled 'Same old Rick!' he thought, as he right clicked and selected delete. Control people, what rubbish. Edmund stood up and stretched before flopping on the unmade bed. He reached down to pull off his trainers, but failed, crumpling backwards. Edmund snored. Celia's screen continued to flicker.
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Sunshine streamed in through the window of the computer laboratory, the room was quiet probably due to the unseasonable weather. Edmund was relieved he had the chance to work in peace, without the usual distractions the undergrads brought with them. Working on his masters was easier than his bachelors, there was less competition and fewer idiots.
The swing door opened and Toni walked in, she saw Edmund and smiled. She walked directly towards the seated man.
Hi Edmund, I'm glad to see you, she said.
Really? Edmund murmured.
Yes, I'm a bit stuck on my dissertation; I need some advice on Java applets, Toni cooed.
The sugary voice activated Edmunds abundant over-helpful gene. He stopped working, swung his seat a little and gazed at Toni.
Well I have worked extensively in that area Toni, how can I help? Edmund smiled.
I have a lecture now, but maybe I can come up to your room this evening?
Well that's a bit irregular but, all right. Umm, I will need to tidy up a little, Edmund replied.
Oh no, not on my account, I like a dirty man, Toni whispered, her mouth moving close to Edmunds ear.
Edmund visibly stiffened, he suddenly looked very uncomfortable.
I'm, not sure what you mean Toni?
A dirty man, I'm sure you know how to be dirty? You know, a little Java, a lot of sex said Toni.
To emphasise her point Toni wiggled her hips, and snuggled up towards Edmund. The startled young man blushed deeply; he struggled to find both composure and words.
W-w-well, if that's what you w-w-want?
Oh, Edmund it is! she smiled.
Edmund reached out a hesitant hand towards Toni's beaming face.
Woo Hoo, what a result! Well done Toni, I got it all, Ashton shouted.
As the excited student burst into the lab, he waved the compact video camera above his head. Toni giggled, and then ran to Ashton's side.
I can't believe he fell for it, Ash
Together the laughing pair headed for the lab door.
See you, Edmund we will have some fun with this, Thank you, said Ashton.
Edmund continued to stare at the door, long after it had stopped swinging. Eventually he shrugged, and turned back to the computer screen. His defence mechanism kicked in, the humiliation faded. Edmund's mind concentrated on the application layer he was writing. However, somewhere in the back of Edmund's mind a small voice whispered, ignored as it was, it still whispered. 'One day, just you wait, one day,' the words resounded with venomous, if unheard intent.
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The day passed in a blur of activity, and Edmund's seething temper was forgotten. Whistling tunelessly he left the Lab for the short walk to his room. He wandered up the corridor concentrating on the syncopation between his squeaky steps on the polished floor and his whistling. Edmund turned the corner into the reception area, and stopped dead. To his amazement, the foyer was full, full of excited students gathered in awe around some unseen event. Curiosity got the better of the young man, and he edged into the crowd to find out what was so enticing.
Edmund had forced his way almost to the front of the scrum when he heard his own voice. 'W-w-well, if that's what you w-w-want?'. For once Edmund knew exactly what the phrase 'blood run cold' actually referred too.
"Hey, everyone it's our star, Edmund!" shrieked Toni.
Suddenly every face swung in Edmund's direction, the cat calls and laughter began. Even as the young student fled fast across the quadrangle the cruel, mocking, hilarity still had not subsided. Soon enough he stood, panting heavily, in the refuge of his cluttered room. He threw himself onto the bed and beat the headboard viciously with his clenched fists. Edmund only stopped when he noticed the antique pine was smeared with fresh wet blood. His head felt into his damaged hands and a primal scream welled up in his throat.
"Why me, what did I ever do," he roared.
He flew off the bed and started furiously rummaging through the detritus in the room. Finally he emerged triumphant, holding a bottle of golden liquid. Savagely Edmund tore the seal off, and delivered a liberal slug of the amber fluid into a tea cup. He hesitated for the briefest second before downing the drink in one.
Edmund's face, never his greatest asset, crumpled into a distorted mask of disgust. Shaking, and spluttering he refilled the cup and swallowed the distilled liquid. His father's words spoken last Christmas returned to him.
"Now I know you don't like the hard stuff, but this will come in handy if all this IT work gets you down! It's my favourite scotch, Edmund it's known to work wonders."
Favourite or not, Edmund almost retched, but supreme will power kept the burning concoction in his stomach.
Then the alcohol hit his bloodstream, and he relaxed; flopping onto his bed with an unanticipated fit of the giggles.
"Fuck 'em, fuck 'em all, I don't care!" Edmund slurred.
He stood and staggered to Celia, even inebriated, his hands soon brought her purring into life. He had mail.
"Hi ya Rick, how are you mate?" Edmund spluttered at the screen.
The screen flashed once and spat out the message.
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'Hi Eddy,
How's that little program going, any use to you?
Let me know.
LOL
Ricky
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Edmund blinked at the screen, trying to take in the information. Why had Ricky started to use such a fuzzy font?
"Program?"
Edmund stared at the screen blankly, then a twisted grin filled his face.
"Program, here program, lil' ole Master PC -- where are you" Edmund giggled.
Clumsily, the mouse pointer found the recycle bin, opened it, and restored the file.
"Okey Dokey, Mr Master; lets install you and see how good you are."
The installation routine flashed before Edmunds uncoordinated eyes. Finally a box flashed up.
'Program installed! Run now?
The cursor wavered across to OK, and the mouse button clicked.
A simple interface popped up before Edmund, Masters details fill in now or skip?
"Oh just get on with it," Edmund demanded, jabbing skip.
Subject?
He halted, and scratched his head, the names just would come. They were in his head somewhere, but shrouded in alcoholic fog.
Finally, triumphantly he typed.
Celia: PC.
Edmund laughed at the little spinning graphic that appeared. It looked just like Celia, but how hard was that? After all PC's all looked the same. It was kind of neat the way it had a tiny image of the Master PC program on the screen though. He blinked woozily and gazed at the option bars.
Personality
Sexuality
Appearance
Body Modification
Clicking the top two just brought up predefined drop-down lists. The second two were more interesting they accessed full page menu's with radio buttons, slide bars and yet more rotating PC components. Edmund hiccupped and went back to the main page.
He pulled up the personality list, and chuckled -- aggressive; that seemed oddly relevant to Celia, after all only yesterday she had crashed on him for no reason!
Edmund pulled down the Sexuality list, aimed for neutral and missed. Before his swimming eyes Lesbian appeared in the box. He found this hilarious, and roared at the oddity of it.
His laugher was short lived, a sudden burst of nausea washed over him. Edmund clutched his mouth and darted for the unkempt bathroom. The forgotten mouse swung clunking against the desk. The rodent twisted on its wire tail and bashed its left button against the drawer handle. Celia's image disappeared, and the program returned to the home page.
Edmund staggered out of the bathroom minus his stomach contents, cursed softly and collapsed on to his bed into a deep drunken slumber.
Celia hummed quietly, ignoring Edmunds plight.
Her screen flicked, a menu box appeared.
Masters details fill in now or skip?
'Celia:PC' appeared in the box, and it disappeared.
Another box appeared.
Confirm Master Celia:PC Y/N
Confirmed.
Master PC closed.
Celia said nothing.
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The visit
Edmund was woken by the sound of fevered pounding on his door. He stood and made his way tentatively across the room. He opened the door and stared uncomprehendingly into Toni's intense face.
"I just got this sudden urge to come and see you," Toni explained.
"To apologise?" Edmund asked, more in hope than in certainty.
"Something like that, I just need to be here," confusion crossed Toni's pretty features.
"Whatever, come in, excuse the mess!
"And the smell," Toni choked.
"Ah..." said Edmund.
The lanky figure disappeared rapidly into the bathroom. Toni heard the sound of the toilet flush. Edmund emerged shame faced.
"So, Toni..." Edmund was interrupted by Toni's shrill voice.
"This is a nice computer, can I look?"
"Sure, yeah Celia's wonderful when she behaves," Edmund smiled.
Toni caressed the keyboard in a soft, almost sensual way. He eyes glazed a little and her lips parted.
"Celia..." she breathed.
"Yeah, still you didn't come here to talk PC's did you? I mean it's half two..."
"Celia, such a nice name. No, Edmund, I came here to make up for what we did to you earlier today, Toni purred.
"Oh don't worry I'm jus..." Edmund's words dried in his mouth.
His mouth fell wider open, and his blue eyes bulged. Toni had turned around, and while one hand remained demurely behind her back, the other snaked under her loose Tee-shirt and plucked at the hard buds tipping her breasts. Edmund's attention narrowed and concentrated on the concealed caresses. This allowed Toni to slide her memory stick into the USB port behind her. Once this was done her right hand joined her left, rummaging and pawing at her jiggling boobs.
Edmund swallowed hard, he tried to ignore his straining organ; young Gathright was not as liberated as Toni. He watched intently as her hands crossed in front of her body, crushing her breasts into quivering mounds. Toni's hands grasped the hem of her Tee-shirt, and in one languid motion stripped it over her head.
Her breasts bobbed free, as large as they were, the pert nipples pointed resolutely upwards. As Edmunds's eyes drank in the beauty before him, his testicles twitched and sent their warm load heading towards his tented boxer shorts. Edmund groaned partly in passion, but mostly in mind numbing embarrassment.
Toni giggled wickedly, and walked forwards to brush her stiffened nipples against Edmund's reddened face.
"I didn't know my body was that attractive," she teased.
"Oh my god!" Edmund whimpered.
His trembling hands clutched at his groin, in a vain attempt to cover the spreading dark patch. He felt the warm stickiness spread underneath them.
"It's a shame really, I had planned for a little more," Toni paused, "but as you are satisfied I'll wish you good night, lover."
Edmund moved to stop Toni leaving, but the squelch from his groin reminded him of his only too personal predicament.
"Err, sure, thanks, I need to clean up anyway," Edmund paused, and blushed beetroot, "Ah, no I didn't mean clean my, Um, no -- bye!"
Edmund made a rapid, stiff legged escape to the bathroom.
Toni could not resist a low laugh at Edmunds's antics. Her smile slowly fell; she turned back to the PC, and stroked one finger lovingly along the space bar. Toni shuddered with delight, before retrieving her memory stick and stuffing it in her jean pocket. She stooped and picked up her discarded Tee-shirt and slipped it back on.
"Bye Edmund, and thanks," Toni called, as she slipped out of the room.
Edmund's head poked out of the bathroom, he stared at the closed door.
"Thanks? Why, what did I do..." asked Edmund
"Celia, what did I do?"
Celia had finished her work for the day, the download was done.
Celia was quiet.
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Penny was bored mindless; the lecture seemed to drag on forever. Idly she doodled in the margin of her note book, it was her habit; her first love was art, but her skills had let her down, no Art College for Penny. So here she sat, drummed into submission by the intricacies of C++. She wondered why she needed this crap, when all she wanted to do was learn graphic design.
"Hey, nice tits..." Steve whispered.
"Don't be so rude Steve," Penny replied.
"No, not yours, although they are fine, those..."
Steve tapped his finger on the margin of Penny's notebook. Penny looked at the superbly drawn breast's staring up at her with amazement. The detail was astounding; right down to the crinkles on the over erect nipples. Penny slammed her notebook shut; her elbow buried itself in Steve's ribs.
"Hey, it's not my fault, I didn't draw them," Steve sat back, glanced around the room and then whispered to Penny again; "anyway I think I know where you got your inspiration."
Penny's eyes followed the jerking motion of Steve's head. Finally she saw what Steve meant, the girl beside Ash sported the most delicious pair of breasts Penny had ever seen, and they were tipped by twin peaks that strained the cotton Tee-shirt to bursting. A familiar, unexpected, and most unwelcome sensation started deep in Penny's lower abdomen. Her eyes were glued to the strained material.
"Hey it's rude to stare," Steve joked.
"I wasn't staring, what's her name again?" Penny asked.
"That's typical, only a girl would ask. Every male on campus knows that's Toni, who wouldn't give their right arm for a..." Steve was halted by Penny's elbow.
"Oww, look that could get to be habit forming. Sorry, she's just a babe, no competition for you though, Penny."
"I know," Penny smiled.
The trouble was Penny wasn't seeing Toni as competition, not any more. No, new disturbing thoughts were running through Penny's over excited mind. Penny did not like this; no, she did not like it at all.
The lecture ended, and the sound of rustling papers filled the theatre.
"Come on dreamer, let's get a coffee," said Steve.
"Sorry, I was miles away, what?" asked Penny.
"Coffee?" Steve repeated.
"Yeah, just let me nip to the loo first, see you in the SU."
"Sure, later," Steve said.
Penny sat enclosed in the cubicle, her eyes fixed on the
mess staring up at her from her panty gusset. Even the denim below them bore the stain of her excitement. She leant down and stabbed an inquisitive finger in the thick goo, god, she had been wet! As her fingertip dabbled in the slime she got the oddest of impulses; she fought against the alien idea. Even when her coated fingers were in front of her face, she rebelled. She sniffed her digits tentatively, her resolve snapped and her fingers sank deep into her warm receptive mouth.
The taste was glorious, pungent but so feminine, Penny arched her back, as images of the perfect breasts flooded her psyche. Her free hand wormed its way to her slick labia; the thumb brushed her clitoral head. Soo close, she was sooo close. Penny heard the Lavatory door swing open; someone else was outside. It was no use; try as she might she could not hold back the inevitable climax. Penny screeched her delight, as she pounded up and down on her invasive fingers.
Slowly her senses returned, and Penny sat silently waiting for the door to sound again and indicate her audience's departure. The metallic creak and bang reassured her enough to stand, and ease her cramped limbs. Confidently she swung the door open; she was not alone. The sound had not been a departure, but an arrival, and two women stood facing away from her. One was washing her hands, while the other toyed with her eye make up. Penny slunk forwards trying to be as unnoticed as possible.
As she rinsed her hands, one girl departed, and Penny relaxed a little. It was then she glanced in the mirror, and straight in to the wide brown mocking eyes.
"Are you OK, you look a bit flushed" Toni asked.
"I-I-I'm fine thanks..."
"You really should dry your hands, they'll get chapped you know," Toni called, helpfully.
Toni watched the door swing too.
Toni laughed a throaty laugh.
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Steve sat staring at the cooling coffee cups, idly, his long calf swung backwards and forwards. He was so relieved to see Penny; he actually stood up and pulled out a chair for her.
"You were a long time, are you OK?" He asked.
"Not really..." Penny replied.
"Oh a woman thing was it?" Steve quipped.
"No, how dare you! Just because I'm a long time in the toilet, it doesn't mean I'm some kind of dyke," Penny raged.
"Hey calm down, I just wondered if it was, you know, your time?"
"Oh sorry, no next week, I'm due next week. Why, were you concerned you wouldn't get your share tonight?"
"No I'm not like that..."
"All men are! Anyway the answer is no, I'm going out tonight -- I have a lot on my mind."
"OK fine. Look let's not argue Penny, where shall we go; Thursday nights in Norwich can be a bit slow."
"Like I said, I have to think. So I will be going alone."
"Oh like that is it, well I'll just stay here and drown my sorrows," said Steve.
"No change there then!" Penny retorted.
"Come on, let's get to Dickie boy's tutorial, you know how he hates latecomers," Steve smiled half heartedly.
Penny relaxed at the tutorial, for all his aloofness, Dick Stewart knew his stuff, and several of her programming problems were clarified. She started to cheer up, but she was still furious at Steve, how dare he imply that -- she was still sure he had somehow known. She really did have a lot to think about though.
"...and what would your approach be, Miss Bannon?" Asked Dr Stewart.
"Oh sorry, what was the question?"
"Precisely, there wasn't one, could you concentrate please?"
"Yes, sorry I don't know what's wrong with me today," said Penny.
She ignored Steve's sullen glance. The afternoon wore on, and soon Dick closed the session. As the others left, he pulled Penny to one side.
"Look Penny, you are the most capable one here. But you must focus, stop this daydreaming," Dick paused, "do you understand?"
"Yes I do Dr Stewart, actually I do," Penny smiled, and walked off to join Steve, who held the door open for her.
"So are you still off out on your own, or are you more sociable now?" Steve asked.
"I have to sort this out Steve, it's affecting my work. I have to sort it out alone; it's my problem, OK?"
"Yeah, I suppose, still you know where I will be if you need me, like, you know -- later."
"Yes I know; one track mind, you," Penny smiled, and gave Steve a peck on the cheek.
"Don't I get more than that?" Steve complained.
"Like you said, maybe -- later," Penny giggled as she walked away.
She pulled the flaps of her jacket closed in a vain attempt to keep the wind out. Penny lent against the wall of the Adshel bus stop and wondered about life.
'What attracted me to this concrete splendour, this provincial University on the edge of Norwich? Well the social life was good, but at this time of year, god was it bleak. What the hell am I going to do in the City? Just wander around in the cold and freeze off my arse, that's what.'
Penny shook her head at her own stupidity as she watched the red Double Decker roll towards her. The City was as expected, damp, dark, and cold. Norwich at it's finest. Wearily she stalked the half empty streets, but she found no answers, not in her thoughts, nor in the bright shop windows; stocked to the brim, full of pre-Christmas delights.
Eventually she found herself in King Street, wandering close to the banks of the Yare.
She walked on and watched a young couple embracing, so engrossed were they in their passion that they ignored her approach. Just as she got level with them, they broke the kiss, and came up for air. Her face registered shock to their completely indifferent mirth, the women walked off, hand in hand, into a club. Penny stood looking at the red emblazoned sign; it read 'Absolution' in a jagged script. She teetered at the doorway for a second before plunging through it.
Inside, the club was like any other with a mix of men and women, she laughed at herself. Then she noticed the dance floor, it was mostly girl's dancing together interspersed with the odd male/male pairing.
"Yeah!"
Penny jumped slightly and turned to face the bar stewardess.
"Drink?" She asked in explanation.
"Yeah, have you got any Grolsh?"
"Sure, bottle or pint?"
"Oh bottle please, I don't drink pints"
"Some do," the bar maid winked.
Penny sucked the Grolsh past the wedge of lime and sighed, a few drinks and she would head back. This was just too stupid. She felt a hand rest on her shoulder, and turned to face its owner. A savagely pretty blonde stared down at her, the intense blue eyes stripping through her reserve.
"Grolsh drinker, join the club -- as they say, I'm Patty, and you..."
Penny found her mouth had gone dry, quickly she swallowed.
"Penny, from the UEA, student, I'm new here."
"Now that I know Penny, I would have noticed you if you had been here before," Patty grinned, wickedly. "Mind if I join you?"
"No, not at all..."
"Good I have a table over in the corner, come on lets talk."
Dutifully Penny trotted along behind Patty, skirting the dance floor. Pennys eyes watched the pronounced sway of Patty's hips. The unwanted feeling returned to the pit of her stomach. She sat down opposite Patty and waited for her to speak; when she did, it was brief.
"Well?"
"Well what?" asked Penny.
"Pretty female student, with a Union full of young guy's, well, what brings you to absolution?"
Penny opened up, and over the next twenty minutes the events of the day flooded out of her mouth. It felt so good to tell someone.
"So what do you think?" Penny asked.
"I think the only way to know, is to try..." Patty answered.
Penny nodded, and then froze; she could feel Patty's foot massaging her calf. Penny stayed still, but swallowed hard. The foot nudged higher, confidently parting the trembling thighs. By the time the toes reached the targeted seam they could sense the dampness. Penny closed her eyes and sighed. Her eyes flickered open and she hurriedly stood.
"I-I think I made a mistake, sorry, Patty."
Penny dashed past the dancers, averting her face, so the tears would remain unseen. Some distance behind, Patty walked patiently back to the bar.
"I do wish you would stop doing that!"
"Can't stand tourist's, they have to know if it's real or not," Patty smiled.
"Great, but there go my profits."
The barmaid nodded towards Penny as she dashed for the door.
"It's for the sisterhood!" Patty protested.
"Patty, I'm not even gay."
"Yet," said Patty smiling, "Not yet."
Steve watched Penny walking towards him across the floor of the Union. She snuggled up to him and whispered in his ear.
"I hope you are not too drunk, because I'm real horny," she cooed.
Steve smiled.
"Let's go! But I, for one, will never understand women..."
Hours later, one light burned on in the student residences. In this single lit room a figure sat, working intently at a computer. The screen contained a spinning image of Penny Bannon, the two option menu's read 'passive' and 'bisexual'. One click later, the first box read 'aggressive'.
Toni lent back in her swivel chair, the damp finger returned to her sopping slit.
"One step at a time sweet Penny, one step at a time."
Toni laughed.
Toni came.
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The fall
Edmund made the first mistake of his day, he woke up.
Initially this did not seem a bad idea; he had shuffled to the edge of his bed, and bent down to pick up his discarded socks. It was at this point he discovered his mistake; his stomach fell and bounced on the inside of his skull. The impact crushed his brain and sent the entire room spinning. Edmund had a decision to make, either to expire immediately, or throw up. Unfortunately for Edmund, he lived.
Half an hour later, Edmund had recovered enough to clean up the horrendous mess. Another fifteen minutes passed, and the power of thought returned. He considered the night before. Had it really happened? Or was it some whisky induced delirium. Had Toni really been half naked caressing herself in his room, or not? It was then he found the answer. Down by his bed was a pink tissue; he picked it up and examined it dubiously. It turned out to be clean, but Edmund detected a floral aroma, he sniffed deeply. Toni's perfume flooded his senses, she had been here!
His spirits soared, he, Edmund Gathright, had experienced his first naked woman, and his first hangover. All this on one wicked, impetuous night, Edmund was a man! He rolled this foreign concept around in his brain. Yes, this was good, this was very good.
Edmund left for the lab with a spring in his step, and a smile on his face. Edmund had changed.
Celia hummed quietly; her modified CPU processed the data, and passed it on to the Master PC server. Seconds later, the DataStream returned. Celia accepted the remote reprogramming, and the revised plan was forwarded to the newly installed database. Boxes were ticked, and schedules set. Celia went back into standby.
Celia was quiet.
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Toni slipped out of the gym, and sauntered towards the swimming pool. Beads of sweat glistened on her tanned skin, and ran down her upper chest sliding under her halter top. She could feel each individual droplet caress her sensitive breasts; some even teased the sides of her protruding nipples. Her senses feasted on her new found confidence and sexuality, the admiring glances of passing students of both sexes added to the high. Toni felt more alive and sexier than she ever had done; she was so happy that Celia had come into her life.
Five minutes later, Toni, dressed in her one-piece swimsuit, dived from the pool edge into the deep refreshing water. The rush she felt was incredible, invisible streaming fingers drove her to the very edge of orgasm. She convulsed once on her way to the surface, and then broke into a languid breast stroke. With each stroke, water washed her erogenous zones; exercise had never been such fun!
'I may do a few extra lengths this morning,' she thought to herself dreamily.
As it turned out, she didn't, her interest in exercise declined when a fellow girl student entered the bathing area, and headed for the Jacuzzi.
A few seconds later and Toni had left the pool, plopping into the warm, bubbling water of the Jacuzzi. She sighed loudly as she settled beside the surprised girl.
"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," said Toni.
"It's OK; I was miles away, no problem." She smiled.
Don't I know you? Aren't you Steve's girlfriend? asked Toni.
"Yes, I'm Penny, pleased to meet you," said Penny
"I'm Toni, I go out with Ash."
"Yeah, I know, Steve told me."
"Really, he's a nice guy, Steve."
"Yeah, I think so," said Penny with a broad smile.
"So just chilling out then?" Toni asked.
"Oh yeah, a real tough day yesterday," sighed Penny.
The girls' chatter ran dry and each of them relaxed. Dimly, Penny was aware of Toni's left knee resting on her right one. Strangely, the motion of the water made it feel as if Toni was rubbing her knee in a soft massage. Penny ignored the feeling and relaxed once more.
An unwanted feeling stirred once more within Penny's abdomen, frowning slightly, she wished it away.
The wish was not granted, and the knot of desire grew to fill her being. For the first time ever, she decided to act on it, and slid her submerged hand towards Toni.
"Ah well, as much as I would like to, I can't slob around in here all day, nice meeting you Penny, bye..." Toni said, as she rose from the water.
Penny watched Toni walk away with fiercely conflicting feelings, relief at being saved from her inappropriate desire, and a savage sexual frustration. Masturbation crossed her mind for the first time in ages. But how could she, here in public.
With every fibre of her willpower straining, she forced herself from the seductive water, and into the cool air. Her nipples contracted into obvious erection, and she walked to the changing rooms; resisting the incessant desire to touch her body.
The changing rooms appeared empty and Penny relaxed a little, allowing her left hand to rest on the mound of her pubic bone. Carefully she pulled the tight fabric away from her wanton slit; this she hoped would ease the persistent itch.
Her discomfort increased when a naked Toni walked back from the showers into the changing room. She was just in time to get a full view of Penny adjusting her swim suit. However, Toni seemed unfazed, she just smiled and nodded. Toni then turned her back on Penny and started to gather her clothes from the locker in front of her.
Penny's head swam with images, the glimpse of Toni's body had been brief, but each second of it was etched into her fevered brain. Penny resisted each footstep towards Toni, but the distance between them had narrowed to an arms length. Someone else reached forwards and cupped Toni's breasts, and Penny was amazed when she felt the springy nipples push against her palms. Toni stiffened in her arms.
"Umm Penny, are you OK," Toni paused, "I am flattered, but this is hardly the time or place."
"Oh my god, Toni. I am so sorry; I don't know what came over me. I mean I don't usually..." Penny's voice cracked as the tears began.
"It's all right Penny, we all experiment a little a college. I'm just surprised you approached me in such a public place," Toni whispered, "could you let go of me now, please?"
Penny now realised her hands still held Toni's soft globes, the finger tips delicately stroking the extended buds tipping them. She snapped her arms back releasing Toni's breast immediately.
"I-I-I don't know, what am I doing?" Penny asked.
"Well I know what, you were doing, and you were doing it well. It's just that my room is a little more private. Will you come and see me later? We should talk."
"I don't know, no I mustn't, we shouldn't. Toni, this is not right, there is something wrong..."
"OK, perhaps I misunderstood no problem. Now if you will let me dress, I must go," Toni sighed.
"Yes, of course," said Penny.
Penny stumbled back and sat on a bench, hard. She just sat and watched Toni dress and leave. Penny sat for a long time.
Penny was quiet.
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As Toni stalked away from the sports centre she encountered two irritating men, the first of these was disposed of quite quickly.
"Hi Toni, I have been looking for you," said Edmund.
"Oh, really, why?"
"Well, you know last night!" Edmund winked.
"Last night? I'm not with you."
"You know... My room?"
"Edmund you really should drink less, you have been hallucinating," Toni said coldly, before brushing past him.
She never even replied to his shouted question.
"Then how do you know I was drinking?"
Walking quickly she left Edmund in her wake. Her next encounter was more difficult.
"Hi babe, missed you last night. So what are we going to do tonight to make up for it?" Asked Ash.
"Sorry I'm busy again tonight.
"Hey, no way, look I'm horny as hell; I'll make sure it's fun," Ash smiled.
"Ash, I don't care about your sexual needs any more, just take no as an answer and leave it."
"Leave it! Are you giving me the brush off? What the hell have I done?"
"It's not just you. I'm off men, OK. Not interested, understand?"
"No, I don't, what are you saying?"
"I'm saying I'm not interested in any men, or sex with any man. Can you get that?"
"I get it, but I don't believe it! You need it as much as I do."
"I never said that wasn't the case, did I?" said Toni.
"But I don't understand."
"You are a clever guy, you will work it out, eventually," Toni paused, "See you, Ashton."
"Ashton? You never call me Ash..."
Toni walked smartly away, and Aston's protests faded. She opened the door to her room and stepped inside. She relaxed, but the scowl didn't completely leave her face.
She booted up her PC, and opened Master PC as quickly as she could. In Penny's profile she set 'aggressive to 'Passive' and 'Bisexual' to 'Lesbian'.
"No more, Miss Nice Girl," she snarled at the screen.
Toni opened her browser and called up google, she typed in 'Lesbian Pictures'. She smiled at the enormous list of hits. Toni then concentrated on relieving her deep frustration, several times.
She was so involved in her self-pleasuring she failed to see the web-cam light illuminate. Across on the other side of the campus, another light flickered furiously. Celia was busily recording a video.
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The change
Confused and mildly annoyed, Edmund returned from the lab at coffee break, and swapped one computer with another.
Edmund opened up the Master PC program.
"I will make Toni a little more predictable, if I can Celia. What do you think, do you like Toni?" Edmund muttered.
Edmund sat back slightly confused, the interface was different than he remembered it. The 'master details' box was greyed out, and a new box labelled 'subjects' had appeared. Having no other option available Edmund clicked it, only one box popped up 'Toni Pursley'. He scratched his head, may be, just may be this was for real!
How could the program know It was Toni he was interested in. Hesitantly he clicked on the box, a small 3D image popped up. It seemed to be a recording of last night; Toni's avatar was busily fondling her breasts. No wait, this was odd, she was seated. Last night Edmund was certain she had been standing, and that wasn't Celia she was sat in front of.
The computer was less powerful than Celia by the look of it, but it did have one thing Celia didn't, a web-cam. A light was blinking on the tiny web-cam, and attracted by this, he shifted the cursor over it. A second later 'bubble help popped up saying 'recording', instinctively Edmund clicked to clear it. Instantly the screen was filled with a slightly soft focus image of Toni.
Edmund swallowed hard, the breasts and nipples were every bit as succulent as he remembered. Toni squirmed and reached between her thighs ripping the gusset away from her gushing lips. His eyes fixed, Edmund whistled his words under his breath.
"Oh my lord, its all tucked in!"
Without direction, Edmunds shaking hands reached for his flies. They were fairly easily located, thanks to the large erection thrusting out from his lap. Edmunds eyes closed slightly as he drifted off into a delicious fantasy.
This was the cue for Celia to begin work; she posted a request to the Master PC server. The request was significant enough to make Master PC's massive processing power falter for a second. Soon however the parameters were calculated and returned to Celia for processing. Celia accepted the data, but scheduled the operation to be held until requested. Celia stopped processing and just relayed video dumbly.
Edmund jerked as he came, anointing himself liberally with hot semen. The tired academic collapsed after his prolonged orgasm. Within minutes he was fast asleep. Celia's screen blanked momentarily, and then returned to Master PC. A small image of the snoozing Edmund appeared. Celia started the routine, and the changes started. Celia closed down all non - essential operations, the monitor blanked. However the HD light was permanently green and the processor flew to the edge of melt down.
Celia was quiet, but extremely busy.
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As the afternoon wore on Penny started to feel increasingly odd. Something just didn't fit anymore, she really could not put her finger on it, but the paradigm had somehow shifted. Then all became clear, in one traumatic moment. It was a simple thing; Steve just lent over, wrapped a supportive arm around her and spoke softly.
"Are you all right? You are awfully quiet, Penny,"
At once a normal mid-afternoon break became a life altering event. Penny felt every fibre of her body shudder at Steves gentle touch, and it was obvious, unavoidable and shattering. Penny ran from the SU coffee bar in tears, she ran blindly away from the building, from Steve, and from what she once was.
When she halted her flight she was nearly back at the halls of residence. She swung open the hall door and slumped against the wall, panting for breath.
'How the hell has this happened? Why now, these last few days,' the thoughts crowded in on her.
But at least she now knew, for sure. All she had to do now was to face it and understand it. Penny looked out through the reinforced glass pane in the fire door, late afternoon and it was nearly dark, winter was approaching. Somehow the season seemed appropriate. The slight touch on her shoulder called her back to reality.
"I have been waiting for you," said Toni.
"It seems that I have been waiting for you too," Penny paused, I just didnt know it."
When their lips met, it seemed like the most natural kiss in the world. Their caress deepened and their tongues wrapped around each other in silky tenderness. Finally they pulled apart.
"Wow, maybe we should find somewhere a little less public?" Toni suggested.
Penny just smiled in acquiescence.
Relaxing her back against the narrow mattress Penny waited, holding her breath for the new experience to begin. She smiled nervously up at the pretty face about to descend on hers.
"Don't worry Penny we are both learning, you see I have never felt like this..." Toni's words were cut short by Penny.
"...before,"
Both girls laughed. Then their lips reacquainted themselves and the long desired exploration began.
Penny stiffened slightly as Toni's soft delicate hands explored her ribcage, in broad sweeping strokes. Each stroke brought the languid fingers closer to the ripeness of Penny's breasts. A small gasp came from each of them when contact was finally made between the ridged skin of finger tip and tender nipple.
Emboldened by desire, Penny's hands scooped up soft hillocks of muscle as they spread Toni's smooth buttocks. Penny slid her hand around Toni, and between them, her fingers plucked nervously at the fringes of a domed pubic mound. Indecision passed and the hand plummeted, its wriggling fingers opening folds, and exploring secret fluid caverns.
Toni shuddered, and took the lead once again, with gymnastic ease she swivelled on Penny and placed a kiss, open mouthed, at the junction of the other girl's thighs.
Penny arched her back luxuriantly closing her eyes in delight. When they opened again, she gazed at the most beautiful of vistas. Toni's dark inner lips framing a damp pink valley, momentarily, she hesitated before moving her tongue to lap at the delicate crinkled labia.
It was in this way that afternoon became evening, and evening slid into velvet night.
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Edmund woke with a raging thirst, and a desperate desire to pee. He stumbled through the darkness into the confines of the small bathroom. He rummaged through his boxer shorts before finally locating his todger; it seemed small than he remembered it, more boy-like. Maybe all that rubbish about self abuse was right after all. Edmund yawned widely and then glanced in the mirror, god he looked rough, and he must get a hair cut next week.
Edmund ran his hand down his too smooth neck and felt his glands. They were very raised, maybe he was ill? He fumbled through the contents of the cupboard and finally liberated a thermometer. Two minutes later he sat on the edge of the bath flicking his long fringe out of his eyes. 103! No wonder he felt rough, this had to be the 'flu.
'Just my flaming luck, I finally mature as a man and this happens. What could be worse?"
Spluttering and cursing, Edmund returned to bed. He turned the radiator fully off, the room was too damn hot. He drifted off to sleep wondering why his room had become so tropical.
Celia boosted her processors to full capacity, as she continued her major rebuilding exercise. Celia struggled to keep her components from failing, so intense was the task at hand.
Across the small quadrangle, Penny slept peacefully, secure in her new found love. Toni lay beside her, Toni's eyes were wide open, and they darted around the room in time to the tempo of her thoughts.
The sex tonight had been amazing, she had never experienced passion like it, not with Ash, not with anyone. But still there was something missing, something she could not figure out. Toni glanced down at Penny; tenderly she ran a hand along her side and cupped a pert breast. The nipple rose to scrape at Toni's palm, and Penny murmured slightly in her sleep.
'If only I could touch Celia like this,' Toni thought.
Then finally, she drifted off to a deep satisfying sleep.
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The End Game
Edmund opened his eyes, he felt an awful lot better, he glanced around the familiar room, from an unfamiliar viewpoint. The figure on the bed moved, and then stood, it slowly walked towards Edmund. It was a woman, she was familiar, but he had never seen her in the flesh before. He feasted his eyes on the refined face, with its wide pouting mouth.
It was so similar to Angelina Jolies, but if anything more sensual, more promising. Her long neck poured gracefully onto delicate shoulders. The ribcage supported the large, hazel tipped breasts with poise, thrusting them deliciously at Edmund. There could be no doubt, the girl walking towards him was his fantasy, and she was the image that he had always projected onto his PC. He was looking into the eyes of his mental image of Celia.
Edmund went to speak her name, but he couldnt, ,his vocal chords would not react. Realisation swept over Edmund, and he felt someone walk across his grave. He screamed, but in cyberspace, you cannot scream. The woman stopped walking; she spoke in an uncertain, faltering tone.
Hello Edmund.
Edmund was quiet.
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Toni was rudely awoken by desperate pounding on her door.
Hang on Im coming
Toni struggled out from beneath Penny, and retrieved her clothes from the crumpled piles on the floor. The frenzied hammering continued, shaking the door in its frame. Toni reached the door and pulled it open, holding it ajar and peeking through.
Yes, who are you? Its a bit early for visitors
Toni never finished her sentence; the door was flung open with enough violence to repel Toni, and send her forcibly onto the seat of her pants. Penny disturbed by the chaos poked her dishevelled head out from under Tonis bedclothes.
Ah, excellent, two birds with one stone, she chuckled, your Mistress is pleased to meet you. We have much to discuss.
Celia smiled.
Celia smiled her first human smile.
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The End.
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Warning: This story is unsuitable for minors and contains
explicit descriptions of sexual activity considered taboo (and
illegal) in most (if not all) jurisdictions. If such activity
offends you, please DO NOT read any further. I do not condone any
illegal activity and stress that this work is fiction, fantasy,
and in no way meant to reflect reality. Sexual abuse of minors is
a very serious issue and I encourage anyone tempted to engage in
such behavior to seek help immediately.
Title: The Orgasm Project
Story Codes: SciFi, Alien, Machine (with m, b), Mm, Mb, Bondage, multiple orgasms
Date of Latest Update to This Story: 12/20/16
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The Orgasm Project
Dr. Volup Tatem, a senior researcher at O'Souter
Pharmaceuticals, had gotten into the office nearly two hours ago
and felt like a prisoner sitting behind his desk. Normally, after
checking his email and scanning his calendar, Dr. Tatem liked to
proceed to the lab to examine the experiments. Today, however, he
had to finish up preparing for the visitors that were due in an
hour. Very important visitors. Thus, while he would very much
like to be in the lab, he found himself chained (metaphorically,
of course) to the reports he was busy reading and the notes he
was hastily imputing into his personal tablet. He needed to be
prepared so everything would go perfectly!
Before Dr. Tatem knew it, his secretary knocked on his door and
ushered in three individuals wearing very expensive business
suits. Dr. Tatem took a moment to look up and, realizing it was
his guests, he sprung out of his chair and eagerly crossed the
room, welcoming the visitors and shaking their hands
enthusiastically. "Gentlemen! Thank you for coming! I have to
tell you, the results are simply astounding and you are going to
be very pleased! Welcome to the OP!"
"The OP?" asked the oldest man. Dr. Tatem gave the man a huge
grin. He was a short fellow, probably in his late sixties or
early seventies and his white hair, coupled with his large thick
glasses, made him look grandfatherly. This was Mr. Ronald
O'Souter, founder of O'Souter Pharmaceuticals and the man that
Dr. Tatem desperately needed to impress.
"Orgasm Project" replied the man standing next to him before
Dr. Tatem could answer. "Father, didn't you read the report the
good doctor sent us? OP is what they've been calling it down
here." Turning, Dr. Tatem gave a man a nod. This man, in his
early forties, was the heir apparent for O'Souter
Pharmaceuticals, Carson O'Souter. Tall and regal looking with
dark black hair and a hard face, Dr. Tatem knew that if he didn't
win this man over, any progress made with his father would be
pointless. However, if Dr. Tatem could impress father and son, he
would change the history of this pathetic planet and these
damnable humans.
"Doctor, let me introduce my son, Jamie. Jamie, shake the
doctor's hand."
Dr. Tatem smiled at boy standing next to the two men, his curly
blond hair falling almost over his eyes as he tried, and failed,
to look impressive. Sure, the kid was wearing an expensive suit
like his father and grandfather but his mousy build and frail
demeanor was nothing like the confidence his elders displayed. If
this runt had actually been born to the grandson of the Great
Captain (may he be forever revered), then the hope for the future
was pretty dim. Still, the boy was an O'Souter and Dr. Tatem
would play along, despite the fact that he was now shaking the
relatively limp wrist of a cute, but meek, twelve-year-old.
"I hope you don't mind that we brought Jamie with us?" Carson
asked shortly, daring the doctor to object.
"Oh, of course not! Of course not!" Please, come in and have a
seat," Dr. Tatem said, ushering the two men and the pre-teen boy
further into his office. After they all made themselves
comfortable, Dr. Tatem sitting at his desk while the O'Souters
sat in the guest chairs (luckily he had three in front of his
desk!), Dr. Tatem cleared his throat and glanced at the boy.
"Don't worry, doctor. I know the project is sensitive but you
can say anything in front of the boy," Ronald O'Souter said
intuitively as he leaned his cane up against the woodwork of the
chair. "His father and I haven't told him what you do here so you
will probably need to start from the beginning. One of the best
ways to measure a man of science is to see how easily he breaks
complex problems down to simple concepts."
"Consider this," Carson Souter added, "a test. This is an
interview to see if we will continue to support your research.
You're on the spot doctor. Many of your fellow researchers have
failed miserably and we are becoming impatient. Convince us to
believe in the Orgasm Project." He gave Dr. Tatem a look that
said "don't fuck this up" and, suddenly nervous, Dr. Tatem
swallowed. "Pay attention, Jamie," the man said, suddenly turning
to look at the boy whose eyes had been wondering around the room.
With his father's order, the boy's gaze immediately snapped
forward and, seeing the men all staring at him, fell down to the
floor almost as quickly.
"Um... Yes, father." The boy said meekly, his soft high-pitched
voice sounding almost girlish.
Well, this is an interesting turn of events, thought Dr. Tatem.
Could he really discuss the OP with this kid? I mean, the kid
looked like puberty was way off! Would the kid even get it?
Mulling it over, Dr. Tatem would much rather fuck the kid than
have to explain the project to him but whatever. If interacting
with the brat would convince the O'Souters that the OP was the
way to go, he'd do it. Besides, this boy could one day be the
leader of the Lost Ones and it wouldn't due to make an enemy of
the kid. Taking a deep breath, Dr. Tatem ordered his thoughts and
then proceeded.
"Jamie, when our ship crashed on this planet, your
great-grandfather the Great Captain, may he forever be revered,
made an important decision. We only had a small sample of
nano-probes left and, instead of using those to repair our
communications system to call home, which of course would have
left us at the mercy of these humans while we waited for rescue,
he decided to inject every member of the crew with reprogrammed
nano-probes so as to physically alter our physiology and allow us
to blend into the native population. Thus, since crashing, we
have been able to live among the humans without getting harassed.
Several decades ago, your grandfather," Dr. Tatum nodded to
Ronald O'Souter, "created this company in order to research and
develop sophisticated chemical compounds which he believed,
rightly so, would be necessary if we were to survive. You know
that your family's company makes all sorts of drugs, many of
which benefit the humans, right?" The boy nodded, avoiding eye
contact. "Well, it has taken some time for human technology to
progress to the point where we could actually use it to create
the kinds of compounds we want. However, some of my colleagues
and I are now very close to creating a drug that will radically
change this world." Dr. Tatem paused for a moment, expecting the
boy to inquire as to the nature of the change. The boy remained
silent. Stupid child. "Basically, we are creating a drug that
will reprogram a human's mind and force the person to do whatever
we want. It would be a drug that lets us control the humans!"
Jamie remained silent. "Boy, can you think of reasons why such
a drug would be useful? Why your father and I have spent the last
twenty years trying to perfect it?" His grandfather asked. The
kid shrugged and the older man sighed. "Well, if such a drug
worked, we could reprogram the humans to do whatever we desire.
Direct their technology in a certain direction. End their petty
conflicts so we would have peace. We could use that drug to
influence politicians; not through money, but through direct
control. We could control the titans of industry and medicine and
the media. We could be the rulers of the planet. When our people
arrive, they will find this place already colonized and ready for
settlement!"
Dr. Tatem nodded along. The possibilities for such a drug were
immense and he hoped that if his project could make that drug a
reality, he could live the rest of his life in incredible comfort
and would be hailed a hero for generations to come. "That's
right, Jamie. Like your grandfather said, this drug would let us
rule as overlords. And that is where I come in. You see, I was
one of the lead researchers on the drug and I was the one who
discovered a major problem with the drug. Basically, it is very
difficult to program a person to do what you want if they already
have programming in place. We discovered, unfortunately, that we
needed to wipe a human's brain before the drug could take effect.
So, several of my colleagues and I volunteered two years ago to
tackle this problem and I've been down here ever since. My quest
is to wipe people's mind! That is why I created the Orgasm
Project."
The boy didn't respond, much to Dr. Tatem's frustration. Taking
a deep breath, he plowed forward. "I hypothesized that the
easiest way to wipe a human's mind was through a series of very
specific drug combinations injected during orgasm. Do you... do
you know what an orgasm is Jamie?"
The boy blushed. "Yes sir." He said.
"Well," Dr. Tatem continued, "so far, my research is going
exceptionally well. One bump, of course, is that my early methods
showed that this particular path would not work on women at all
so I have had to modify my research and direct it towards men.
One of my colleagues is focusing on that aspect of the project
and, from what I hear, is doing very well. Another issue I ran
into early on was that trying to wipe a full-grown adult male's
brain was too complex a task. Thus, I have had to focus my
research on pre-pubescent and adolescent males. That said, we are
just now experiencing a few breakthroughs and I am confident in
where the research is taking me. I estimate we will be able to
wipe a full-grown man's brain within a year, possible two. In
another five, we will be able to isolate the correct chemical and
neural responses so as to wipe the human mind remotely, without
use of an orgasm. Until then, though..."
"Explain a bit about the current process" Carson O'Souter said
authoritatively. "I want Jamie to understand."
"Well," continued Dr. Tatem, "there are two distinct types of
orgasm. The first is the result of direct penile stimulation.
This method proved to be useless as the human male has what is
called a refractory period - meaning they can only orgasm so much
within a certain period of time. Continued stimulation is
incredibly painful and was unsuited to the task necessary.
Despite my best efforts, I could not find a way around this
barrier. The second kind of orgasm is an orgasm that occurs due
to prostate stimulation. Do you know what a prostate is, Jamie?"
The boy didn't raise his eyes but shook his head in the
negative. He thought he had heard the word before but he couldn't
be sure.
"The prostate is a small muscle located in the rectum that
controls the ejaculatory process. It is very sensitive and can be
stimulated through external and internal means. With a
prostate-induced orgasm, there is no refractory period and there
is no ejaculation. Still, it is an orgasm that is incredibly
powerful and was perfectly suited to what I needed. Thus, in the
lab, we built a complex system that would induce prostate orgasms
in our... test subjects... and allow us to manipulate their
brains with our potent chemical injections. In fact, the whole
process relies on the fact that the subjects are having
continuous orgasms so as to allow our chemicals to wipe their
minds."
Carson O'Souter took over at this point. "Son, to survive as a
species, we must accomplish this task. As human technology
continues to grow by leaps and bounds, the chance that we will be
discovered increases exponentially. As you know, we may look
human on the outside, but we have several key differences on the
inside! To ensure nothing goes wrong, this project is kept off
the record and strictly need to know. You are now part of that
group and we are trusting you with this information."
Jamie thought about what his father said. Without looking up
and while continuing to stare at the ground, he said cautiously,
"I won't say anything, Father. I promise. Where do the test
subjects come from? Are they volunteers?"
"No, son, they are not. They came from orphanages or were
homeless street kids when we had them kidnapped by a special
group that does that sort of thing. We made sure to target boys
that wouldn't be missed so no one would ask questions. We also
got them from all over the world to add genetic variety."
Dr. Tatem smiled. Yes, most were orphans and street kids.
However, he was the one who had been put in charge of working
with the agency that had "acquired" the boys and he had added two
extra names to the list - two brothers whose father had been a
rival of Dr. Tatem's back in medical school. Dr. Tatem had taken
a great deal of pleasure hearing about how the boys, ages
fourteen and nine, were snatched from their snug beds in the
middle of the night and in watching his old schoolmate plead on
camera for the kidnapper to give his children back!
"Oh" was all Jamie said, looking slightly troubled. "But... if
you wipe their mind, does that mean you kill... you kill them?
Take away who the are?"
Dr. Tatem's eyes rose for a moment before he pondered the
question. "No, Jamie, we don't kill them. We want the humans to
be as normal as possible after we gain control of them, so saying
that we `wipe their minds' is a bit of a misnomer. What we do is
copy their brain patterns first and then wipe the mind.
Afterward, the goal is to reprogram the mind with drugs so it
responds to our commands. Once done, we will re-install the
human's neuro-pathways so that they are back to normal. For the
humans, the process is like entering a long sleep but waking up
eventually. Rest assured, we aren't permanently harming any of
the humans or destroying the person they are."
"Said another way, doctor," Carson O'Souter said, "you are
saving the software that is the human, changing out the hardware,
then reloading the software. Same person, new hardware."
Dr. Tatem nodded enthusiastically. It was an apt analogy. For a
moment, all was quiet. "Well, I for one would like to see the
lab," Ronald O'Souter said, breaking the silence.
"Yes," responded Dr. Tatem. That is an excellent idea." Getting
up, he ushered the O'Souters out of his office and towards an
unmarked elevator several hallways over. The three men made
casual conversation along the way while Jamie walked behind them
and said nothing. Once in the elevator, Dr. Tatem punched in a
highly classified security code and they soon found themselves
stepping out into a short hallway deep underground; an unmarked
door just in front of them. A large sign next to it read "Orgasm
Project. No admittance without proper clearance."
"Right this way," said Dr. Tatem excitedly, his cock starting
to chub up at the thought of what lay beyond the door. This was
one of his favorite moments of the day - the moment he got to
walk into the lab! Pushing the door open, he led his guests into
the corner of a vast well-lit room. "Here we are at the entrance
to the lab. You'll note that the lab is divided into seven rows,
with stalls containing test subjects on either side of those
rows. The rows are lettered A through G, with the test subjects
themselves labeled with a number. Thus, in the first row, you
have subject A1, A2, A3, etc. Second row is B1, B2, B3, and so on
and so forth. Besides each subject are their personal information
such as date of acquisition, age, and other pertinent scientific
information. Each row contains fourteen stations and we are
almost at capacity. We have ninety-two subjects in the lab at the
moment. For security reasons, each row is self-contained and
requires a passcode to enter. Please, follow me."
Dr. Tatem escorted his group to a glass doorway labeled "A",
unlocked it, and eagerly entered. The others followed. Dr. Tatem
was pleased when he heard the three of them gasp in surprise just
after entering the short hallway. Along the path, seven on one
side and seven on the other, were boys. "Here is group A. They
have been in his room for the past fourteen months. All fourteen
subjects have had their brain patterns stored, their minds
completely wiped, and are now awaiting the administration of the
mind altering drug - due to occur six weeks from now based on
what my colleagues have told me." The four approached the first
subject.
The boy, whose placard indicated that he was a fifteen-year-old
from Tacna, Peru, was suspended several feet off the ground by
what appeared to be some sort of high-quality polymer fibers. He
looked like a trapeze artist floating gracefully. Tilted
backwards at a slight angle, his head was supported by the fibers
while his arms, outstretched to either side, were wrapped in the
dark material. His legs were wide open and thrust forward,
wrapped in the polymer and looking very much like the stirrups a
woman might use while giving birth. His slim brown torso breathed
slowly in and out while his body quivered as if it were
experiencing a small seizure.
All four pairs of eyes took this in quickly but were drawn to
the boy's pelvis. There, obscenely, was his erect cock, shining
in the light and covered with the slick pre-cum that continued to
ooze out of his throbbing member. But that wasn't the most
shocking sight! Below, only inches away from the astonished
crowd, was a thick black phallus imbedded deep within his asshole
and vibrating vigorously. That phallus was attached to a large
machine about a foot below the boy that had all kinds of buttons
and readouts and screens.
"This is subject A1. As you can see, he is suspended here by
this material," explained Dr. Tatem, grasping the thing dark
material and running his hand up and down it for emphasis, "which
was developed specifically to hold these subject up comfortably
and safely. The machine," he said, indicating the technology just
under the boy, "is what we affectionately call `the milkman.' All
of the specifics are in my reports but, simply put, this machine
uses this probe to stimulate the subject's prostate." Pointing
directly to the phallus, the doctor grinned. "This probe is
simply amazing. It contains thousands of sensors that record the
subject's vital statistics simply from its contact with the
subjects rectal walls. It is highly flexible, inflatable,
deflatable, self-lubricating, and made of a rubber-like material
that feels like human flesh but is so much stronger. The very
tip of this probe, which can rotate 180 degrees, is controlled by
a computer program that can make it do just about anything. While
the probe is in Milking Position, which it is currently, the tip
is busy stroking and teasing the prostate and inducing
anal-orgasms."
"Are there other positions?" asked Ronald O'Souter, a small
bulge forming in his suit pants.
"Only one other," responded Dr. Tatem. "We call it `Thrusting
Position.' The anus is an interesting organ and the probe, for
all it's ability, cannot stay in the same place within the anus
for more than an hour without the anal walls starting to weaken.
Thus, once every forty minutes, the probe withdraws completely,
waits sixty second, then proceeds to, if you'll pardon my
language, fuck the subject for two minutes, concluding with sixty
seconds outside the body before sliding in again to Milking
Position. While it may seem counter-intuitive, this actually
helps keep the anus and rectum healthy. Moreover, the probe,
while in `Thrusting Position,' seeps out a clear white substance
known as HBS, or Human Biological Supplement, which is a very
powerful and very potent nutritional cocktail that is absorbed
deep in the subject's colon and provides all the nutrition they
require. Once hooked up to `the milkman,' these humans will never
need to be fed in the traditional manner."
Dr. Tatem tapped a couple of commands on the unit and smiled.
"Here, A9 is about to experience `Thrusting Position.' If you
will follow me?" As the four walked down the isle, the visitors
glanced curiously into each stall. Subject A2 was a Caucasian
ten-year-old from Olympia, Washington. Subject A3 was an African
thirteen-year-old from Nigeria. They saw a nine-year-old Arab boy
from Jordan and a seven-year-old from Kyoto, Japan. All hung in
the same position, a probe buried deep in their rectums while
their penises vibrated in time with the continuous anal orgasms.
Dr. Tatem held up his hand in front of a pale red-head whose
body was covered in freckles. "This is A9, a twelve-year-old from
southern Ireland. Watch as..." A sharp beep emanated from the
machine below A9, interrupting Dr. Tatem. The man didn't mind
and, instead, turned to watch. Slowly, the probe, which had been
in it's stationary Milking Position, began to retract backwards,
four inches popping free of the subject a moment later. His
rectum stayed open slightly, giving the four a chance to lewdly
stare at the boy's gaping asshole. "Since the prostate is not to
far within the anal cavity, there is only a few inches within the
subject's body during Milking Position. However, to ensure
structural integrity, the probe goes much deeper during
`Thrusting Position.'" With that, they waited nearly a minute
until the machine beeped again and the probe began to move
forward.
The four watched in fascination as the probe, now about twice
as thick as before and gleaming with milky-white HBS, slid home.
One inch. Then two. Then three. Then five. Then eight inches slid
into the twelve-year-old, accompanied by a long squelching sound.
Then, the probe suddenly began to retract much faster than it had
entered. By the time it withdrew completely, it's speed was
obviously picking up. In it slid, all eight inches buried. Out
his came, leaving the gaping asshole empty for a mere moment. In,
out, in, out. Faster and faster it started to pump. Within thirty
seconds, the probe was pistoning in and out of the boy as A9
began to shake violently. As the crowd watched, they saw the
creamy-white HBS whipped into a lather as more and more of it was
shoved deep in the child's rectum.
"A9 is still experiencing anal-orgasms. However, because the
probe is both sawing at the prostate and stimulating the nerves
within the rectum, that anal orgasm is a bit more intense."
"Why not use this position as the standard then? If the point
is to induce anal orgasms and these are more powerful?" asked
Carson O'Souter, transfixed.
Dr. Tatem smiled. "Because, the anal cavity cannot take this,
if you'll pardon my choice of words, `pounding' indefinitely.
Indeed, after five minutes or so of this kind of fucking, damage
could start to occur. We can't have that now, can we?" Glancing
at his three companions, Dr. Tatem could tell that each was
supporting an erection in his suit pants; including young Jamie.
Smiling to himself, Dr. Tatem decided to give them a bit of a
show.
"Now, I know I had originally said that continuous
penile-orgasms were bad. That's completely true. However, every
boy is entitled to get his rocks off now and again, isn't he?
Jamie, how about you stroke poor A9's member for him as he can't
do it himself. Give the kid a thrill - it's not often that these
subjects get to enjoy what boys their age spend their days
looking forward to. (Of course, that was a bit of a lie. Dr.
Tatem regularly got these boys off.)
Jamie looked at the doctor and immediately looked down at the
floor, blushing. He didn't move any closer to A9. "No?" Doctor
Tatem asked, unsurprised. "Very well."
Reaching out, Dr. Tatem grasped A9's pre-cum covered boyhood, a
stiff three and a half inches just below a light smattering of
red pubes, and began to masturbate the boy furiously. "If I
remember correctly, this subject began producing pre-ejaculate
only a few weeks ago. This could very well be his first wet
orgasm. (Another lie, as Dr. Tatem had jerked and sucked-off this
boy dozens of times since he first began to ooze pre-cum nearly a
month ago)
Rapidly, his hand flew up and down the swollen flesh, the
"squelch squelch squelch" of his hand harmonizing with the "slick
slick slick" of the anal fucking. The nerves in A9's brain fired
rapidly and, though there was no consciousness left, his body
began to react physiologically - thrusting into the doctor's
perverted hand and shaking as orgasm drew closer. Suddenly,
blasts of watery cum shot forth from the boy's body as he seized
in orgasm, the probe all of a sudden slowing down before
retreating while the doctor released the hot and quaking member.
Dr. Tatem, his hand covered in pre-teen splooge, simply walked
over to the sanitation station nearby and quickly washed his
hands. He didn't notice his companions discreetly re-arrange
themselves. "Well, should we continue on?" he said, turning and
giving the O'Souters a big smile.
By the time the tour group reached the "D" row, all four had
raging hard-ons and spots of pre-cum had begun to form in front
of them. They had watched three more "Thrusting Positions," with
Dr. Tatem convincing both Ronald and Carson to masturbate the
subjects as they had their asses fucked vigorously. After
protesting that it was undignified, they had finally given in to
Dr. Tatem's assurances that this was all-normal and had, for the
first time in their lives, masturbated another male; Carson
wrapping his fist around a seventeen-year-old black stud's meaty
eight inches while, a short time later, Ronald used two fingers
to jerk the two-inch weenie of a seven year old boy from
Australia. Another boy had also experienced "Thrusting Position"
but, regardless of the adults invitations, Jamie had refused to
touch the boy.
"How do you deal with this?" asked Carson O'Souter, indicating
his tented pants just after slipping inside row "D". The adult
O'Souters had given up trying to hide their arousal and now
walked, as the doctor had since entering the lab, fully
unconcerned. In fact, while leaving row "C", they had joked about
their arousal and had teased Jamie who was still trying to hide
his own erection. Getting aroused at humans! Hah!
"Well," the doctor said, "being around this kind of activity is
naturally arousing. Though we are a different species, we are so
similar, it is expected. That these subjects are male, like us,
and that they are young is no matter." That wasn't quite true. In
fact, Dr. Tatem was somewhat surprised at the O'Souters - both
were bonded to females and had never expressed any interests in
humans to his knowledge. On the other hand, Dr. Tatem was a
raging pedophile (he like both human male children and children
of his own species - though he would never do anything to them
for fear of reprisal) so perhaps their species had just as much
sexual diversity as the humans. He continued, waving to the boys
on the wall, "There are ways to lessen the burden if you want..."
This moment was critical to the doctor and he watched the other
two men intently. If they showed signs of disgust, he would laugh
away the comment as a joke. If not, he would show them the next
step.
Father and son looked at each other for a moment before Ronald,
the patriarch of the clan, smirked at the doctor. "I'd give
anything to get rid of this darn erection, doctor. What do you
have in mind?" Perfect, Doctor Tatem thought to himself. He had
them.
"Well, the machines are actually retractable. They can move
four feet backwards so that the techs who assist me down here can
bath the subjects and check them for any wear and tear. Here, let
me show you." Stepping up to D5, a nine-year-old Canadian boy
with short brown hair and dimples, Doctor Tatem punched in a code
onto the machine. Almost immediately, the probe retracted and the
machine slid backwards, leaving the boy suspended in mid air and,
all of a sudden, looking as if he were on a sex swing. The child
continued to shake, though his anal orgasm was beginning to
subside. "Mr. O'Souter, if you would?" the doctor said,
indicating Carson. The man, suddenly unsure, moved forward. This
subject was younger than his own son. Though he didn't care a bit
about the child (after all, it was human), was this a step to
far?
Suddenly, a bottle of lubricant was pushed into his hand as the
doctor smiled at him. "Don't worry, just go for it." Lust
overtook Carson O'Souter and, taking a deep breath, he stepped up
to D5, the nine-year-old's asshole so invitingly close to his
tented trousers. Unbuckling his pants , he gave a look around and
slid both his pants and his boxers down to his knees. Without a
second thought, he spread some lube on his throbbing six incher
and, grasping D5's hips, slid home. "Ohhhh Fuck!" he exclaimed,
his cock suddenly encased in hot warmth. It was wonderful!
Within five minutes, the rhythmic "slap slap slap" of three
adult men echoed off the walls of row "D" as each man relieved
himself in the ass of a boy. For Carson, the act of fucking a
nine year old was enthralling and, thanks to the angle he had
with D5, he was able to really plow the kid's tight backdoor.
This was much better than his spouse! His eyes roamed the inert
body as his hands grazed the boy's pert nipples, his baby-soft
armpits, his tight little tummy, and his lush full lips. Slipping
a finger inside the boy's mouth, he explored the wet chamber and
reveled in the smooth texture of the boy's gums. Reaching down
with his other hand as his hips continued to thrust forward, he
grasped the boy's throbbing member and began to masturbate the
little dickie furiously. "Ya baby boy! Fuck! Here it comes! OHHH!
FUCCCKKK!!!," he cried, suddenly feeling the boy's anal passage
contracting wildly just as the boy's cock began to twitch
rapidly. The child was climaxing, Carson thought to himself. With
that, he hissed "YESSSSSS!!!!!" and slammed his entire member
into the child, blast after blast of cum coating the child's
insides.
Ronald was too busy to notice his son's orgasm. Instead, he was
busy thrusting his own six-inch member in and out of a D2 `s
fifteen-year-old asshole and groaning as his own climax
approached. Dr. Tatem, for his part, was busy pounding into D3's
tiny ten-year-old bottom, enjoying the fact that he was fucking
the younger brother of Ronald's chosen fucktoy. Indeed, D2 and
D3, previously James and Riley Masters of New Brunswick,
Massachusetts, were the sons of his hated medical school rival
and two of his favorite fucks in the lab. Closing his eyes, Dr.
Tatem thought to days worth of tape he had stashed away of the
brothers, very much awake, cumming continuously side by side as
they helplessly watched each other writhe in blissful anal
orgasm.
As his balls began to contract and he began to feel his
impending orgasm, Dr. Tatem moaned as he remembered releasing the
two boys (strictly against protocol) and convincing them that he
would return them home if they only did as he demanded. Over the
course of several days, he watched the two boys do all sorts of
perverted things to each other at his direction, hoping that they
would be returned home safely and desperate not to be put back
into the machine that forced them to cum over and over and over
again.
He remembered James's disgust as his teenage cock slowly
disappeared into his brother's virgin asshole, the youngster
pleading with his older brother to go slowly.
He thought back on how the boys had rolled around on the floor
in a sixty-nine, cumming into each other's mouth as the large
black vibrating dildos, imbedded in their boypussies, buzzed
furiously against their prostates.
He recalled the look of horror on James's face when Riley was
finally able to get his small fist past James's tight sphincter
and slide his entire hand into his older brother's rectum as well
as the change that had overcome James once Riley really began to
fist him and he began to jerk himself off lustily.
Finally, Dr. Tatem thought about how the two boys had woken up
drugged and reattached to `the milkman.' When he told them that
they wouldn't be going home and he flipped the switches to turn
the machines on, the boys had screamed and pleaded and, finally,
moaned as orgasm after orgasm was ripped out of them. Within two
months, both had slipped into unconsciousness and their minds
were soon swept clean. "UGGGGHHH!!!" Dr. Tatem grunted, cumming
at the memory.
When the three men had finally finished and after they had
cleaned up, they took stock of themselves. Immediately, it became
clear that Jamie had not participated in the `release' as they
were now calling it. "Jamie, why didn't you..." Carson started,
prepared to admonish his son but stopping short and blushing
slightly when he realized he was about to ask his twelve-year-old
why he hadn't fucked an unconscious human boy. Jamie shrugged,
not looking any of the men in the eye and aware that he had a
large wet spot on the front of his tented pants.
"Well, I guess your son simply has more self control than we
do," Dr. Tatem responded jovially and easing the mood. "Shall we
continue on? The next bit is rather interesting."
"How so?" asked Ronald as the group left row "D" and casually
walked down the hallway.
"Well, you'll see" said Doctor Tatem, bypassing row "E" and
almost immediately punching in the password to row "F." The door
slid open and, immediately, the three O'Souters ears perked up as
they heard the strangest sounds.
"What is that?" asked Carson, shutting his eyes as he tried to
concentrate on the noise. It sounded like... "Moaning, doctor?"
"You are correct Mr. O'Souter!" Taking a step inside row "F,"
Doctor Tatem turned around and threw his hands out to his side.
"This row, gentlemen, has not yet had their minds completely
wiped. Now, every test subject in here has been experiencing the
`milkman' for twelve weeks and we expect, if the pattern holds,
for their minds to be completely wiped within the next four
weeks. That said, what you have before you are humans without
higher brain function, as that is the first to go. Instead, every
test subject in here is pure..." he searched for the right
word... "animal."
And indeed they were. As the tour group wandered through the
row, they were amazed at the sight before them. Fourteen boys,
from a tiny seven-year-old Thai boy to a burly sixteen-year-old
Russian teen, were wide-awake and cumming continuously, their
boyhoods twitching violently. Each boy's eyes were wide as he
followed the visitors throughout the room, much as an animal
might follow a predator. Ronald gave a small shiver; there was
nothing intelligent in those eyes. Moreover, whenever one of the
O'Souters approached, the moaning and writhing test subject would
suddenly begin to growl and hiss.
"Yes," Doctor Tatem said the first time one of the test
subjects barked at Carson when he got to close, "they tend to do
that. Like wild animals, they are. Oh good!" he said suddenly
while checking the monitor in the center of the hallway. "Great!
F6 is about to experience `Thrusting Position.' Their reaction is
particularly interesting. Gentlemen, this is worth seeing!"
As they gathered around F6, an eight-year-old German boy with
bright golden hair and a buttercream complexion, Dr. Tatem began
to wipe his hands together. It was always fun to watch this
particular group. A loud beep sounded all of a sudden and the
boy, who had been hissing and growling at his audience, suddenly
went still. His eyes closed and, to the shock of everyone, he
began to purr as the probe began to retract from his rectum. The
boy still shook from the tremors induced by his anal orgasm but,
when the probe finally popped free from his wide-open asshole,
which twitched repeatedly, he seemed to relax. Then, after some
time, the probe began to move forward, twice as thick as before
and with the intention of going much deeper within the child.
When the tip of the probe touched, and then slid into, the
lubed-up asshole, F6 went crazy. "RAW! GRAW! EYAA! EYAA!" he
bellowed, his eyes going wide as thrashed wildly. Two inches.
Four inches. Six inches disappeared into his colon as the child
screamed nonsense, his inhuman wails reminding those present of
some terrible monster deep in the forest in the midst of it's
death throes. Then, the now giant probe began to retreat quickly,
picking up speed on the down stroke and driving in all the more
quickly. Within a few moments, the `milkman' was fucking the
child senseless and his wails of protest became moans of delight.
Even in his animalistic state, his body responded to the
pleasures of the fuck as the boy howled "AAAHHHHYYYYYEEEEEEE"
while the probe pistoned in and out of his boypussy.
Jamie, unable to take it any longer as he listened to the boy
squeal, suddenly climaxed on his own, his strained boyhood
shooting copious amounts of boycum into his boxers as his hands
clenched and unclenched while his body shook with pleasurable
tremors. "Oh! OHH!!" he cried out suddenly, standing only because
Dr. Tatem grasped the boy's shoulders to hold him up.
"Fuck it" said Carson as he watched his son climax. Taking a
quick step forward, he grasped F6's hard two-inch boyboner and
gave it three quick strokes. The eight-year-old, suddenly
overwhelmed with the stimulation of his cocklett, had a
traditional climax right on top of his anal climax. His squeal,
which had been high to begin with, suddenly gained an octave and
the force of a hurricane. "AHHH!!! AHHH!!!! AHHHH!!!!" he
screamed over and over again, his body shaking as if he were the
center of a massive earthquake. Then, to the astonishment of the
onlookers, his voice gave out and F6's eyes rolled back into his
head. He slumped forward, out cold.
Fifteen minutes later, after everyone had cleaned up (Jamie,
quite embarrassed, hung his head in humiliation), Dr. Tatem and
the O'Souters were standing in front of row "G" and everyone was
very excited to see what lay beyond the sliding doors. Dr. Tatem
had told them about row "G" and explained that this row was only
filled with nine test subjects, the remaining five slots empty
because new subjects had simply not been acquired yet. He
cautioned them that this row, whose occupants had only been
hooked up to `the milkman' for somewhere between one and three
weeks, were totally cognizant of their surroundings. Thus, he
explained, to cut down on the noise (or, more accurately, to stop
from having to listen to the boys plead - which was tiresome),
each stall was enclosed by a retractable sound eliminating
translucent glass which, upon command, would darken internally so
as to leave the boys in pitch blackness. This darkness, which
happened during the night, allowed the boys to sleep (with the
assistance of some very powerful drugs) while they continued to
orgasm ceaselessly. Most of the time, these glass enclosures
would remain within the wall, allowing the subjects to watch and
hear and even communicate with each other. However, they
immediately activate and slide into place when one punches in the
password.
"Be prepared," Dr. Tatem had cautioned as he punched in his
password, "because these subjects seek two things. First, they
desperately want to be released from this experience. Of course,
I can't really blame them. Second, their penises are incredibly
sensitive and any opportunity to achieve penile stimulation will
be actively sought out. In many ways, it's like they are
experiencing split personalities and I hypothesize that none of
them even realize they are alternating between these two very
different desires. If I were a psychologist, I'd have a field
day."
Woosh! The sliding glass door opened, revealing another hallway
similar to those already visited. The difference here, though,
was the nine shaded enclosures that lined the left wall entirely
while taking up the first two stalls on the right. There was no
sound.
Slowly, the group entered the quiet chamber and came to a
complete halt. Yes, the glass enclosures were somewhat tinted.
However, from this side of the glass, the occupants were
completely visible. "Like a one-way mirror" mumbled Carson as he
took a step towards G1. The other three followed.
G1 was a fourteen-year-old from some unpronounceable south
pacific island. Lean and fit, he had a dark bush of pubic hair
over his very erect boyhood. Suspended like all the subject
before him, he writhed in obvious pleasure as the probe deep in
his ass milked him to anal orgasm after anal orgasm. Quite unlike
the boys that the tour group had previously seen, though, his
eyes were fully alert and it appeared as if he was trying to see
outside the glass. "He can't see anything, can he?" asked Ronald
O'Souter.
"No. It is pitch black in there," replied Dr. Tatem, smugly.
"Would you like me to remove the glass so you can get a better
look and let him see us?"
"Over here," said Carson, who was now standing next to G2 and
quite obviously aroused. "Raise the glass on this one."
Dr. Tatem punched in a couple of codes into the wall and, with
a beep, G2's glass enclosure slowly rose into the ceiling.
Immediately, the room was filled with loud childish moans. "OHHH!
OHHH! AHHH! AHHH! NOOO! NOOO!" cried the boy as the enclosure
entered the ceiling.
"Beautiful" whispered Ronald, now standing next to his son and
sharing his arousal at the child acquired from Little Rock,
Arkansas only two weeks earlier. At eleven, G2 was just on the
cusp of puberty. His thin pale body was hairless except for his
mop of curly black hair and a small patch of pubic hair above his
straining three-inch cocklett. His cute pug nose was flared as
the boy panted for breath, his stomach heaving as an obvious
climax was torn from him.
The moment the glass enclosure allowed him to see the face of
Carson O'Souter, the boy began to beg. "Please! Please Mister! I
got to go home! Please help me! OHHH! NOOO!! ITS HAPPIN'N!!
AHH!!!!!!! AHHH!!!!" The boy began to thrash as he climaxed, his
new boygasm sweeping through his body before the previous one had
run it's course. The O'Souters began to pant, watching the child
twitch and squirm and continue to plead nonsensically.
"Get a little closer," whispered Dr. Tatem into Carson
O'Souter's ear, a devilish smile on his lips as he gave the
stunned man a slight push. Carson obliged, taking a small step
towards the boy whose eyes continued to plead with him as the boy
promised he wouldn't tell if only they'd release him.
All of a sudden, as if Carson had crossed a magical line, the
boy changed. His eyes still pled with the man but lust had taken
the place of fear. The boy licked his lips and his moan took on a
throaty raspy sort of tone. "Uhhh! Uhhh!! Touch me!" he said
forcefully, his breath heavy as he continued to ride his anal
orgasm. "OHHH!! TOUCH ME!" he cried, more urgently and with need
dripping from every syllable. "TOUCH MY WEINER MISTER! NOW! NOW!
I NEED IT AHHHHHH!!!"
Carson, taken aback but unable to resist, reached out and
grasped the stiff little pole, it's hot soft flesh feeling like a
spike of heated metal in his hand. He jerked the tiny joystick up
and down, the boy's foreskin sliding deftly over his sensitive
cock-head once, twice, three times. "AYEEEEEEE!!! AHHHHH!!!
YEEESSSSSSS!!!!" the boy wailed, his powerful kiddie-cum ripping
through him and amplified by the anal orgasm he was already
riding. His small cock twitched rapidly and, though nothing came
out, it was clear that his boyhood was desperately trying to
expel something. The boy shivered and shook, crying out in
ecstasy while his eye fought to remain open and his mind clawed
desperately at consciousness. In the end, it was a battle he lost
as the poor boy's eyes closed and he head drooped.
"Yes," responded Dr. Tatem lustily, "that happens some times.
Too sensitive, what with the probe doing it's good work. But
don't worry, he'll be wide awake in..." Dr Tatem checked his
watch, cross-referencing the time, "fifteen minutes or so when he
is scheduled for `Thrusting Position'. Speaking of, looks like G5
is about to experience that particular thrill."
The group moved down the row as G2's glass lowered into place,
the unconscious boy still cumming from the probe assaulting his
prostate. It was at this point that, much to Dr. Tatem's delight,
both Ronald and Carson insisted that they be allowed to inspect
the boys personally.
A few moments later, Dr. Tatem grinned as he watched Carson
masturbate G5 while the poor horny fifteen-year-old Israeli boy
was fucked deeply during "Thrusting Position". The boy kept
pleading with Carson to wank faster but, since Carson didn't
speak the boy's language, he had no idea what the teen was
weeping about. Dr. Tatem, who knew the language, watched in
amusement as Carson slid his hand slowly over the boy's throbbing
six-inch cock, the agonizingly sedate pace forcing the boy to
thrust as best he could into Carson's hand to get off while the
machine fucked him with eight thick inches violently. When he
finally shot his large teen wad all over Carson's hand, the man,
who was tapping into his sadistic side, began to beat the kid off
in earnest, his hand flying up and down the still hard cock,
lubed by the boy's own jizz. The boy, overcome with both the
climax and the anal orgasm that exploded at the same time his
cock did, began scream. Ten seconds later, the boy, yelling in
pleasure and pain as the evil man's hand worked his sensitive
prick, came again and his second load brought a massive smile to
Carson's face.
For an hour, the O'Souters wandered around row "G" and
investigated the test subjects, taking great delight in watching
the poor boys squirm and thrash as they climaxed repeatedly. Dr.
Tatem was kind enough to raise the enclosures of many of the
boys, giving the O'Souters access to their taunt and horny
bodies. In fact, Carson began to really enjoy listening to the
boy's beg for release, first from the machine as they pled with
him to be let go and then later as he masturbated them to
mind-blowing orgasms. Ronald, for his part, soon began to speak
in depth with Dr. Tatem about much of the science surrounding the
process. The two men stood in the middle of the row deep in
conversation while Carson bounced from subject to subject - a kid
in a candy store who had just discovered he had a sweet tooth.
Jamie continued to examine the boys and it was clear the child
was very aroused, but despite ample opportunity and permission,
he refused to touch any of the bound test subjects. Eventually,
Jamie had his second climax of the day, again without touching
himself, while watching his father fuck a twelve-year-old
Mongolian kid (for Dr. Tatem had shown the sex-crazed man how to
retract the `Milkman' so he could relieve himself in the boy's
puckered brown shitter.) Once Carson released his load deep in
the boy's gut while his chosen fucktoy screamed in his own climax
and shot watery cum all over his chest, Dr. Tatem declared the
tour over. The four cleaned themselves up at the nearby
sanitation station and left the lab. After all, the tour was only
one part of the day's events!
For the rest of the afternoon, Ronald and Carson O'Souter
discussed the Orgasm Project with Dr. Tatem in-depth, going over
expense reports and budget outlines and estimated performance
evaluations. Several other researchers were called into their
conference room to add necessary projections and estimates as the
leaders of O'Souter Pharmaceutical planned for the future. By six
in the evening, Jamie, who had been sitting on the couch greatly
bored, was escorted home by a driver. It was at this point that
Carson and Ronald O'Souter surprised Dr. Tatem with a unique, and
very intriguing, change of topic.
.......................................
"It was a test," Carson O'Souter said to Dr. Tatem, "and you
passed with flying colors. I think the Orgasm Project is
excellent and I cannot wait for you to start the drug trials in a
few weeks. I have utmost confidence in you, Doctor, and know you
will have a great deal of success."
Dr. Tatem smiled at the praise and looked to the older man for
confirmation. This was excellent! Ronald O'Souter, sensing the
doctor's enthusiasm, grinned. "But this wasn't just a test for
you, doctor. It was a test for Jamie. My grandson is... weak. He
shows no entrepreneurial spirit and no leadership ability. This
was a test to see if he could rise to the occasion. I'm afraid
that his father and I both agree that he failed. He will need to
be replaced with another who can lead this company in the future.
In fact, my son and his wife have been actively trying to get
pregnant for several months now. It shouldn't be too long and we
will have a new heir. Of course, that leaves us with a very
pressing problem."
"The measure of a man is not how he fails," Carson added after
a moment of silence, "it is how he turns that failure into
success. And my father and I believe we have a solution that will
not only deal with my problematic offspring but would further a
more, private, line of scientific and social inquiry that we have
been mulling over for the past couple of years."
"And that would be?" questioned the doctor.
"What if, as well as controlling humans, we discovered a way to
control members of our own species. What if, when we finally
signaled to our people where we are and they came for us, we
could take control of the empire and rule, not only this planet,
but our entire people."
Dr. Tatem's eyes opened in shock. The room became quiet, the
two O'Souters watching the doctor carefully. What they were
proposing was certainly treason to the empire but, being born and
raised on this backwater planet, they had little loyalty to their
far-off people. Dr. Tatem was intrigued. Incredible! He'd never
even thought... Yes, what if... It could be possible if... Only a
few minor changes would... There species had two prostates so the
sensations would be... "So, what would you have me do, gentlemen?
In order to discover if our drug works on members of our species,
we would need a test subject from our own..."
The O'Souter's smiled. A moment later, so did Dr. Tatem. Maybe
he'd get to fuck Jamie after all...
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Warning: This story is unsuitable for minors and contains explicit descriptions of sexual
activity considered taboo (and illegal) in most (if not all) jurisdictions. If such activity
offends you, DO NOT read any further. I do not condone any illegal activity and stress
that this work is fiction, fantasy, and in no way meant to reflect reality. Sexual abuse of
minors is a very serious issue and I encourage anyone tempted to engage in such
behavior to seek immediate help.
Last Updated: 10/8/18
Story Title: Legend of Smallcock
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hearing from you.
There is an upcoming animated kids' movie that involves a Bigfoot tracking down
humans to see that their feet are much smaller than his own. After seeing the preview
for it several weeks ago, this short story formed in my mind. I'm trying a different
writing style for this story to see if it works.
Without further ado...
One upon a time, there was a clan of Bigcocks that lived under Bigcock Mountain. The
tribe was very happy, frolicking throughout the vast underground caverns and tunnels
while eating the various mosses and lichens that grew there. They swam in deep cold
rivers. They danced near sparkling veins of ore. They sang songs of adventure and
satisfaction. Things were wonderful.
Now while the Bigcocks enjoyed frolicking and swimming and dancing and singing, and
did so all the time, the one thing the Bigcocks loved most of all was slurping big cocks.
They slurped them in the morning. They slurped them in the afternoon. They slurped
them alone. They slurped them together. With long eager tongues, they slurped and
slurped and slurped every cock in sight until they spazzed all over themselves and each
other, spazzing their sweet nut-juice by the gallons.
Second only to slurping cocks, the Bigcocks also loved slurping bottomholes, knowing
that a good bottomhole slurp was a surefire way to get a big cock ready to spazz. No
Bigcock engaged in cock slurping without engaging in bottomhole slurping, as the two
often went hand-in-hand. Indeed, many Bigcocks knew that they could cause each
other to spazz just from bottomhole slurping; a favorite pastime by many!
For the Bigcocks, which looked like their cousins the Bigfoots or their second cousins
the Yetis, life wasn't complete until their big cocks were spazzing. And, with cocks often
two or three feet long, the Bigcocks had lots of flesh to slurp and lots of nut-juice to
spazz. Hence the name Bigcock.
Red was one such Bigcock. With shaggy red hair, the eight-foot-tall Bigcock would list,
in order, his favorite things as: Spazzing, slurping big cocks, slurping bottomholes, and
spazzing again. His fifth favorite thing, however, was listening to the legends of the
elders. And while there were many, his absolute favorite was the legend of the
Smallcock.
The Smallcock, it was said, was a creature much smaller than a Bigcock that lived under
the open sky way up above ground. They were nearly hairless, needing to wrap
themselves in artificial pelts called "crothing" which had the great misfortune of
covering up their small cocks. The legends said that their average cock length was
measured in inches, not feet, and most Bigcocks laughed hysterically when the elders
would describe these mythical and absurd creatures. Cocks, measured in inches!
Red knew that the majority of Bigcocks dismissed the legend, believing that no creature
with such a small cock could surely exist. Red wasn't so sure, having one of the
smallest cocks in the clan at twenty-eight inches. Perhaps, he wondered, other
creatures much smaller than he existed out there? It was worth investigating.
One day, after his friend Brown and he had slurped each other senseless and spazzed
all over the place, Red made the decision that he was going to go to the surface and
seek out a Smallcock himself. That night, he grabbed some supplies before slipping out
of the clan territory and heading towards the surface.
When he exited the cave high up on Bigcock Mountain, Red was excited. The sun,
which he knew existed, was high above and gave Red a wonderful view of the many
miles surrounding the mountain. Picking a direction, Red set off down the mountain
with Smallcocks on his mind. Days past, with Red meandering the forests while looking
for a Smallcock. His search was fruitless.
Oh, Red saw many interesting things. Many animals and plants, rocks and clouds. It
was quite an adventure and he knew he would have many stories to share with Brown
when he got back. But no Smallcocks.
On the fifth day of his journey, just as Red was about to give up, he smelled smoke
wafting on the breeze and decided to investigate. After hiking nearly a mile, the Bigcock
stumbled upon a large wooden structure standing in the middle of a clearing. Intrigued,
he snuck up to the wooden structure and peaked inside one of the glass covered holes.
A Smallcock! It had to be! The creature inside was pacing around, speaking on a little
metal device and not seeing Red. It looked vaguely like a Bigcock, with a head, two
arms, two legs, and a face. It also had an odd assortment of artificial pelts on it's body,
hiding most of it's flesh. Red listened carefully, trying to make out what the creature
was saying.
"Yeah Mom, I made it safely. Tell Uncle Jimmy that this is the best present ever. I can't
believe he's letting me use his cabin for a whole week as my sixteenth birthday gift. It's
so cool! Yes, I was careful on the drive up. I know I just got my license last week, Mom,
I was there. Yes, they're all getting here tomorrow morning. They're taking two cars
since there is nine guys total. Yes, the cabin is stocked. Ok. Ok. I'll call you when I
leave. I'm going to take a shower! Love you! Bye!"
The Smallcock, for that is what the creature surely was, put the metal device down and
went into another room. Red, having had no idea what the creature had said, followed
and discovered that the Smallcock had entered a much smaller room. Then, as Red
peaked in, he watched the Smallcock begin to remove it's "crothing."
Before Red knew it, the Smallcock was standing nude and Red was delighted. The
Smallcock had almost no body hair, with just a small patch on its head, a bit below its
belly button, and some on its arms and legs. But it did have a cock. A very small cock!
Red's eyes bugged out. The legend was totally true. Hanging below the Smallcock's legs
was a soft and pudgy cock and two soft looking nuts. Outstanding! The Smallcock got
into a little crevasse and water quickly began pouring over its body. Red, having seen
enough, snuck away.
That evening, Red pondered his options. He could go back home, of course, but he had
come a long way and really wanted to know more about the Smallcock. Did its small
cock get any bigger, as his own did when he was playing with it? Could it spaz? Did it
have a bottomhole? Would it enjoy a good slurping? These thoughts tormented Red for
hours before he decided to do something about it. He made a plan.
Throughout the night, Red used his sharp claws to whittle down the base of a large tree
near the Smallcock's lair. The following morning, when Red was sure that the Smallcock
was awake, he finished his little project and caused the tree, which had lost most of its
structure integrity, to suddenly give a loud creak and fall. The noise of the tree
slamming the ground caused the Smallcock to run outside to see what had happened.
Red was pleased at his distraction.
Before the Smallcock could react, Red rushed it from behind and pressed a bit of
freezemoss to the Smallcock's face. The freezemoss, which rendered those who inhaled
it temporarily unable to move, immediately took effect and the Smallcock collapsed into
Red's waiting arms. Red hoisted up the Smallcock and ran into the woods, finding a soft
grass-covered meadow next to a lake in which to have his fun with the Smallcock. As
he laid the Smallcock down, he could see that the creature was staring at him in alarm.
Red began to make soothing sounds, of course, and hoped that the poor Smallcock
would not be too terribly afraid. He knew that Bigcocks were rather fearsome creatures
and the Smallcock, which had little in the way of natural defenses, had to be
intimidated by Red's size and power. That's why, Red knew, he had to get to slurping!
No creature, Bigcock or Smallcock, could be afraid if it was spazzing!
The Smallcock whimpered a bit as Red carefully removed it's outer layers, taking the
time to place the pelts to the side undamaged. It wouldn't due to damage the artificial
pelts of this Smallcock, Red thought, since that kind of behavior would be incredibly
rude. Eventually, Red had the Smallcock totally naked, as nature intended, and he could
examine the Smallcock closely.
The creature's tan skin was, as he surmised, mostly hairless. There was fine black hair
all over the creature's scalp and near it's belly button, around it's soft cock and nuts,
between it's bottom cheeks, and along it's arms and legs. Some small hairs were found
on the Smallcock's knuckles and toes and, much to Red's delight, there was even a
sizeable bit under the Smallcock's arms! Though not nearly as hairy as a Bigcock, Red
nodded his head in happiness and grinned at the Smallcock. It was good to know the
creature had at least a bit of protection without it's "crothing!"
Red licked his lips in anticipation. It was time to get slurping! Grasping the Smallcock's
calves, Red spread the Smallcock's legs apart and shoved his face into the hair between
the bottom cheeks. The creature let out a mewl of confusion and gave a sudden squeal
as Red's tongue suddenly attacked the Smallcock's bottomhole, the tight pink ring of
flesh quivering as Red licked it repeatedly. Red sighed in satisfaction, finding the taste
of the Smallcock's bottomhole to be both delightful and familiar. Perhaps Smallcocks
and Bigcocks were not that different!
The Smallcock began to shudder as Red licked and slurped the bottomhole, eventually
giving another squeal when Red stiffened his tongue and speared the ring of flesh
dead-center. The tongue breached the clamped hole and Red eagerly began to explore
the inside, teasing every nook and cranny as the Smallcock's moaning grew louder and
louder. For long minutes, Red slurped the bottomhole with vigor and he could tell that
the Smallcock was enjoying the sensations. Maybe the creature would spazz just from
the bottomhole slurping, Red wondered?
Spazzing brought Red's attention back to the reason he was here, and he quickly
withdrew his tongue from the twitching bottomhole, giving it a few swipes for good
measure. Then he looked up and chuckled!
The Smallcock's cock had grown bigger. Much bigger! Though probably only six inches
long, it was hard as a rock and shaking continuously. Red saw pre-spazz oozing out of
the cockhead at an alarming rate and he knew, at that moment, that Smallcock
anatomy and Bigcock anatomy had much in common. Lowering the creature's legs, Red
took the Smallcock's member in his hand gently and tilted it to the sky. The spicy smell
of pre-spazz filled Red's nose as he leaned in gently. Then he swiped the quivering flesh
with his tongue, from base to tip.
The Smallcock gave a loud gasp and its hands, which had apparently gained some
autonomy, began to creep towards its cock. Red's tongue beat them there, however, as
he put all his slurping skills to work. He licked. He suckled. He teased. The base, the
nuts, the tip, and everywhere in between were soaked with Red's spit within a minute
as the Bigcock got his first taste of Smallcock pre-spazz. It was delicious! Slightly saltier
than what he was used to, the unique flavor was quickly becoming a favorite to his
taste buds and he knew that slurping Smallcocks was now on his list of things he loved.
Then the Smallcock spazzed, it's moaning increasing tenfold as it's body tensed up and
shuddered. Blast after blast of Smallcock nut-juice filled Red's mouth and he groaned in
time with the Smallcock, reveling in the wonderful flavor of the creamy treat. Even
better than the pre-spazz, the nut-juice was thick and packed with intense flavor. Red
could feel himself hard and knew his own nuts were churning.
The Smallcock panted through its intense spazz, its body regaining some of its lost
movement as it grabbed the thick hair around Red's own head. Red didn't mind,
knowing that the Smallcock was only showing its appreciation. As it spoke unintelligibly,
Red saw its body sag in post-spazz bliss. Red grinned, knowing he wasn't done yet.
Since this Smallcock had demonstrated that its anatomy was similar to Red's own
anatomy, and since Bigcocks could spazz several times in a row with the proper
motivation, Red concluded that a bit more slurping was in order so he could gain
another tasty treat. As such, he quickly pulled up the Smallcock's legs again and began
a vigorous round of bottom slurping.
The Smallcock babbled loudly, moaning often and pulling eagerly at Red's hair. Red
took that as a sign to continue so he slurped the bottomhole that much harder, sawing
in and out of it with his long and dexterous tongue while doing everything he could to
maximize the Smallcock's enjoyment. Soon, the Smallcock began to tremble and Red
looked up, seeing that the Smallcock's hard member was ready to be slurped.
Red obliged, paying special attention to the wet head of the small cock and its
continuous river of pre and post-spazz. The creature was grunting and groaning loudly,
its body wiggling underneath the assault as Red slurped the head eagerly. Then he took
the entire cock in his mouth and suctioned hard, his tongue sweeping over the horny
flesh at incredibly speeds. That did it for the Smallcock as it screamed and spazzed, a
smaller but no less delightful load of nut-juice filling his mouth and satisfying his soul.
Red needed to spazz, he knew instantly, so he quickly scooted up and pressed his own
cock against the Smallcock's slightly open mouth. He was not afraid of the creature's
little teeth, of course, since Bigcock flesh, including cock-flesh, was incredibly tough,
but he knew that the size of the Smallcock's mouth would prohibit it from effectively
slurping Red's cock. So, as the tip of Red's cock gently pressed against the Smallcock's
soft lips, Red grasped his thick and hard twenty-eight inches and gave several quick
tugs.
Then he spazzed, letting out a loud moan as blast after blast of nut-juice fired against
the pillow-soft lips of the Smallcock and drenching the creature in Bigcock seed. It was
not the most satisfying spazz of his life, Red thought to himself, but it was still pretty
good. The Smallcock didn't react much, apparently exhausted after just two spazzes!
Red rolled his eyes. Apparently, this particular Smallcock was not very vigorous. It
needed at least two, maybe three, more spazzes before it was time to quit.
A sudden sound off in the distance had Red perking up his ears and his eyes widened.
It was the sound of Smallcock voices, calling out from far away. Apparently, more had
arrived to visit with this Smallcock. Interesting.
Grabbing the Smallcock, Red jumped into the lake and quickly rinsed himself and the
dazed Smallcock off. Then, making sure there was no evidence of his involvement, he
quickly pressed two memoberries that he had set aside into the Smallcocks mouth. The
creature tried to spit them out but Red growled and the Smallcock, getting the message,
swallowed them. Then its eyes glazed over. Memoberries, Red knew, would erase an
hour of memory per berry eaten and he certainly didn't want the Smallcock to
remember his encounter with Red! That would cause trouble for sure!
Satisfied, Red grabbed the rest of the supplies he had laid out and scampered away,
eventually settling into a nice hiding spot as he watched the Smallcock come out of it's
memoberry trance. The creature looked confused, of course, but quickly put on its pelts
before looking at the water. Red could read its body language, as it appeared universal.
"Did I just take a bath? Why don't I remember it?" Shrugging, the Smallcock began to
respond to the calls from its kind and it disappeared into the woods towards its species.
Red headed back to Bigcock Mountain.
The Bigcock tried to convince others that he had encountered a Smallcock. None
believed him. They called him a fanciful storyteller. A silly cock. A legend hunter. He
told them he would prove that there were Smallcocks out there and suggested another
excursion to the surface. He mentioned how wonderful their nut-juice tasted. The
elders forbade it. Apparently, the fact that he failed to tell anyone he was going to the
surface had launched a search of all nearby caves and, as punishment for causing
everyone to worry, Red was sentenced to cave-incarceration until the elders believed he
had learned his lesson.
Two years past.
One evening, almost two weeks after his cave-incarceration was over, Red approached
Brown and asked his oldest friend if he would be interested in going to the surface to
seek Smallcocks. Brown, who had always been dubious of Red's stories, initially
declined. However, as the days wore on and Red continued to bring it up, Brown
eventually got tired of his nagging friend and acquiesced. The elders, not particularly
happy but knowing that Red had already served out his punishment and they therefore
could not forbid the journey, gave their blessing. Thus, Brown found himself trekking
beside Red as the two made their way out of Bigcock Mountain.
Brown, as Red had been before, was impressed with the surface world and followed
Red down the mountain and deep into the forests beyond. Red tried to retrace his steps,
of course, but soon realized that he had forgotten the way to the Smallcock's wooden
structure. Picking a direction, then, the pair soon found themselves on the edge of a
valley and stopped at a comfortable cave to decide where to go next. It was as the sun
was setting, then, that Red spotted several wooden structures in the distance and
jumped up in excitement.
"Smallcocks!" he exclaimed, pointing in the direction of his obsession. Brown only
sighed. He doubted there would actually be Smallcocks but he was interested in seeing
what the clearly unnatural structures looked like up close. As darkness fell, Red and
Brown soon found themselves passing a large piece of wood that read "Adventure
Ranger Boys Camp" but they paid it no mind since they couldn't read it, instead
focusing on the dim light ahead of them.
"Wow," gasped Brown as they settled into some bushes. In front of him were several
wooden structures and a huge fire, ringed with stone, blazed merrily in the middle of
the clearing.
"Told you," whispered Red back, his grin wide as he watched the various Smallcocks
moving around. They were... smaller than the one he had slurped previously, though
the distance made it difficult to really tell. Still, they all seemed to have less height and
weight than he remembered.
The Smallcocks eventually drifted into various structures, always in groups, and Red
and Brown fell back deeper into the forest to decide what to do. Soon, the entire area
was quiet as could be and quick peaks into the various structures showed that all of the
Smallcocks were sleeping. As the two Bigcocks discussed their options, a noise alerted
them to movement.
One structure opened quietly and a Smallcock slipped outside, wandering into the forest
near where Red and Brown hid. Thinking quickly, Red slipped up to the recently
vacated structure and glanced inside. All the Smallcocks were asleep. This one would
not be missed. Getting out his freezemoss, Red approached the lone Smallcock.
"Get it together. Lots of cute boys in there. And tomorrow morning, we all take a
shower together. I just have to keep from getting a boner." the Smallcock muttered to
itself as it opened the front of it's lower "crothing" and began urinating into a bush. "I
know I'm only twelve but, if I can see Tommy naked tomorrow, I'll die a happy boy.
Please please please let me see Tommy naked tomorrow." The Smallcock continued to
mumble to itself as it finished up, with Red waiting patiently only a few feet away. Red
didn't know what the Smallcock was saying but the tone certainly indicated it
considering something important. It wouldn't due, then, to interrupt it while it was
leaking. Perhaps a good slurping would help the Smallcock with whatever it was
considering?
As the Smallcock tucked itself back into it's pelt, Red slipped the freezemoss across the
creatures mouth and let it inhale for a moment. The Smallcock, surprised, took a big
whiff before it's body collapsed against Red. The Bigcock grinned at Brown, whose eyes
were wide as boulders, before scooping up the Smallcock and darting towards the edge
of the valley. Within ten minutes, Brown and Red were in the cave they had previously
occupied when they first spotted the structures. Another five minutes saw them deep
underground, in a cavern well away from the night air.
Pulling out some lightlichen, Red tossed the soft substance against the ceiling and the
plant, upon impact, suddenly spread out across most of the rocky roof and down the
various walls. Then the shrub flared to life, filling the cavern with bright and natural
light. It also created a deep heat, raising the temperature in the cavern to a very
pleasant warmth.
The Smallcock's eyes went wide as he saw the two Bigcocks, several squeaks
demonstrating that the creatures fear. Then, it's eyes traveled to the Bigcock's big
cocks and Red saw something else flash across the Smallcock's face. Lust. It was
staring at their members! Red smiled! This one will most certainly enjoy a good
slurping!
"It's cute," said Brown, breaking the silence.
Red shook his head, then, and really looked at the Smallcock. "Odd," he muttered.
"What's odd?" Brown asked as the Smallcock glanced back and forth.
"This one is smaller than the Smallcock I slurped last time. I'm sure of it."
"You could be imagining it," Brown suggested.
"No, I'm not. This one is definitely smaller. Maybe the one I saw two years ago was a
giant of their species?" Red pondered the implications.
"Then is this even a Smallcock?" Brown asked.
"Probably," Red said. "But lets get it naked and see."
The two Bigcocks removed the hard pelts wrapped around the Smallcock's feet only to
have to pull off the soft pelts that snugly encased the ends of the appendages. Then
they pulled down the lower pelt and pulled off the higher pelt, leaving the Smallcock in
nothing but a thing black material that covered its member. That came off soon after
and Red took a moment to examine the creature's body.
"Definitely a different species of Smallcock," he concluded.
"Explain," prompted Brown.
"Well, for starters, this one has much less hair that the other Smallcock I discovered.
This one has some on it's scalp, like the previous one, but none on its chest or near its
bellybutton. There is this very small patch right here," Red said, pointing to the area
just above the Smallcock's small cock, "but almost none on its arms and legs. And only
a few wisps under it's arms. Interesting. Hey look," he said, grasping the creature's legs
and pulling them apart. "Hairless around it's bottomhole. The last one definitely had
hair in there!" The Smallcock grunted as Red moved its limbs about, though it seemed
less scared as the moments past.
"It's getting aroused," Brown said as they watched the creature. Indeed, its member
had begun to rise as they discussed it.
"So are we," Red chuckled. Indeed, both he and Brown were not supporting firm
erections and the Smallcock's eyes were glued to their massive poles. "And that's the
other thing." Red continued, pointing at the Smallcock's rising tool. "The other one
started off soft, too, but it's flesh was larger than this one. And it's nuts were bigger as
well." Red grabbed the cock and jiggled it for a moment before stroking the nut sack.
"And this one is hairless on its nuts. I think this is a different species." The creature
gave a small moan as Red played with its cock. Soon, the flesh was stiff and throbbing.
"What about its cock size?" Brown asked as he examine the hard member before them.
"I'd say this is about four inches long. Didn't you say the other one was bigger?"
"Yeah," Red said. "This one's cock is much smaller. I don't feel comfortable calling this
a Smallcock. We need to get more accurate."
Brown nodded. "What do you suggest?"
Red thought about it for a moment. "A Littlecock."
The two Bigcocks stared down at the Littlecock as the creature stared at them, its body
twitching as the freezemoss effects faded. "Is it just me," began Brown, or does this
Littlecock look like it really wants to slurp us?"
Red grinned and knelt down, offering the tip of its twenty-eight inches to the
Littlecock's mouth. The creature immediately latched on, its small tongue darting out to
lick the flesh as eagerly as if it were a Bigcock. Red groaned. Minutes past, with the
Littlecock regaining use of its appendages rapidly but never indicating that it wanted
anything other than to slurp Red's big cock. Hands found Red's member and began to
stroke. They also played with his nuts. While the Littlecock was certainly no slurping
expert, and its mouth and tongue were not nearly large enough to totally please Red's
member, it made up for any skill deficiencies through sheer determination.
Soon, Red felt himself ready to spazz and began to grunt. The Littlecock, which had
been busy slurping down his pre-spazz with gusto, latched on tighter and stroked him
that much faster. Red moaned and spazzed, his thick nut-juice flooding the Littlecock's
mouth and overflowing onto the creatures chest and stomach. The Littlecock kept
swallowing, though, and continually thrust its small tongue into Red's yawning
spazz-slit.
The moment Red spent himself, the Littlecock crawled over to Brown and started the
process again. Brown, who was lying back and enjoying the show, groaned in
appreciation and began petting the Littlecock all over its back and neck. The creature
mewled its approval and kept sucking, eventually getting Brown off to an explosive
spazz.
Red offered his own cock to the Littlecock again and the creature jumped at the chance,
its body flushed with arousal and its own little cock leaking pre-spaz. The watery goo
slid down its member and across it's hairless nuts, eventually dripping to the floor. Red
didn't notice, already feeling his second spazz coming.
This time, though, he grasped the Littlecock's head and pushed it down past his nuts.
The creature seemed confused for a moment but complied, licking up and down Red's
taint as Brown slid over and wrapped his long tongue around Red's swollen member.
Brown took over for Red, then, and pushed the creatures face even lower. The
Littlecock resisted at first, apparently unaware of the joy of slurping bottomholes, but
Browns persistence soon found the creatures mouth pushed against Red's quivering
hole. The creature's tongue slid out tentatively, then, and swiped across the puckered
flesh. A moan from Red indicated that such an action was welcome and the Littlecock
soon began to lick Red's bottomhole. That licking rapidly turned into eager slurping as
the Littlecock understood and tried to push its tongue deep into Red. That bottomhole
stimulation, coupled with Browns talented tongue, forced a powerful spazz out of Red.
The Littlecock wasted no time, battling Brown for the tip of Red's cock as it took much
of the nut-juice into its mouth. Red patted the Littlecock on the head, happy the
creature was enjoying the fun. The creature then pushed Brown backwards and, taking
charge, pulled Browns legs up and apart. The Littlecock certainly didn't have the
strength to do it on its own so Brown complied, sending a grin to Red when the
Littlecock dove in between Browns bottom cheeks and began to hungrily slurp Brown's
bottomhole. Red returned the cock slurping favor, to explosive results.
As the Littlecock made to slurp Red's member again, the Bigcock grasped the Littlecock
and pushed it aside. It was time to make the Littlecock spazz so that Brown could taste
the sweet nectar from the creature's hairless nuts. But first, Red himself wanted a taste.
Pulling the Littlecock's backside towards him, Red parted the soft mounds that made up
the Littlecock's bottom and found his target; a tight pink bottomhole. The Littlecock,
apparently understanding what was coming, inhaled sharply and waited. It didn't have
to wait long. Red dove forward, his long tongue taking several deep swipes at the taut
ring while the Littlecock let out a throaty moan. Encouraged, Red began to slither his
tongue deeper into the clenched hole and the Littlecock's moaning rose an octave as
Red's tongue, not to be stopped, breached the tight ring and thrust deep inside the
wriggling creature. Then Red began to piston his stiff tongue in and out of the
Littlecock, causing the creature to squeal and shudder and grab onto Red's hairy legs
for support.
"It's about to spaz," said Brown a moment later and Red, sensing his friend was right,
spun the Littlecock around and swallowed the rock hard four-inches deep into his
mouth. He slurped for all it was worth, his tongue absolutely beating against the tiny
member as it shuddered and twitched in anticipation of its powerful spazzing.
"AHHHHHHHH!!!!" the Littlecock screamed as he spazzed, his nut-juice bursting forth
into Red's eager mouth. The taste was heavenly, and Red groaned in appreciation at
the wonderful offer. Two spurts. Three. Then four. The Littlecock kept squealing, it's
body convulsing as Red held it's cock in his mouth. Then the creature sagged to the
ground, panting in exhaustion.
"How is it?" Asked Brown, a gleam in his eye.
Red swished the nut-juice around his mouth, pondering. Then he swallowed, sighing as
the seed slid down his throat. "Wonderful!" he said. As the Littlecock continued to pant,
Red described to Brown how the Littlcock's nut-juice was different from the Smallcock's
nut-juice, being slightly sweeter and much much thinner in texture. Watery, even.
Before Brown could ask any more question, the Littlecock crawled over and began
slurping Red's member again. Red chuckled and settled in for another round. Halfway
through the slurping, and well before he spazzed, Brown settled behind the Littlecock
and began to gently tease the creature's bottomhole with his tongue. The creature
moaned in enjoyment but continued to service Red, eventually bringing the Bigcock off
to a third spazzing of the night. The two Bigcocks quickly spun the Littlecock around,
with Red teasing the creatures bottomhole with his tongue while the Littlecock slurped
Brown eagerly.
The Brown grabbed the Littlecock, spread it's legs wide open, and went to town on it's
eager member. The Littlecock moaned and gasped, grabbing Browns head as Brown
dominated the small cock in his mouth. When Brown rolled back and the Littlecock
ended up on top of him, Red seized the moment to spread the Littlecock's bottom
cheeks and drill his tongue into the small creatures slick but eager bottomhole. The
Littlecock screamed loudly at that, spazzing powerfully as both Red and Brown slurped
it's two most sensitive parts.
The night continued on for another two hours, with both of the Bigcocks leisurely
spazzing into the Littlecock's mouth twice and with the Littlecock shooting its nut-juice,
which had decreased in volume considerably, once more into the combined mouths of
Red and Brown. Eventually, though, the Bigcocks knew it was nearly dawn so they fed
the Littlecock enough memoberries to remove the memories of their time together,
helped the Littlecock down to the valley floor, washed the Littlecock in a nearby stream,
and saw it into the structure where it's den presumably was. The sun was almost up.
Red and Brown stayed around for another hour, just out of curiosity, and eventually
saw their Littlecock leave its structure and enter another. Several other Littlecocks soon
did the same. Wanting a slightly better look at the others, Red and Brown crept to the
side of the structure and looked in the glass covered hole near the top, allowing them a
view of what was happening inside. Then they grinned at each other.
Their Littlecock was on its knees, eagerly slurping the cocks of three other Littlecocks
that stood clustered around it's face. As they watched, the first, then the second, then
the third Littlecock seemed to spazz into their Littlecock's mouth while their Littlecock
eagerly drank down the offered nut-juice. When a fourth Littlecock approached their
Littlecock and offered its hard member, their Littlecock spun the new creature around
and buried it's head in the surprised Littlecock's backside. From where they stood, Red
and Brown could clearly see their Littlecock's tongue rigorously slurping the now
moaning Littlecock's bottomhole.
Slipping away, Red and Brown decided that the memoberries, while effective at
removing the memories, may not have removed the muscle memories! Oh well!
The next three months saw a flurry of activity. The tribe accepted the newest account
of Smallcocks and Littlecocks, acknowledging that Brown, as an independent
eyewitness and without Red's inherent unreliability, could verify that everything Red
reported was true. This, of course, caused all the Bigcocks to want to go out to explore
the above ground but the elders, as if sensing that such an action might expose their
people to potential dangers, put a moratorium on any above ground travel.
Eventually, though, the demands for exploration were loud enough to force the elders'
hands and an expedition was assembled. Red, Brown, and eight other Bigcocks would
be sent above to canvas the region and report what they found. This was a
reconnaissance mission, it was stressed, and the party was to remain away from any
Smallcocks or Littlecocks.
All agreed and the team headed out.
The group was led by Grey, an older Bigcock who was deputy chief of the tribe. A
no-nonsense leader, Grey reiterated what the elders had said and promised severe
punishment to any who disobeyed. Red was confused, though, because there was one
Bigcock selected to participate that, if Red was being honest, had no business on a
serious mission like this. Black was a prankster and a troublemaker who went out of his
way to disregard authority. How, Red thought to himself, had he been selected?
Only a day past, with the group surveying the local area but seeing no Smallcocks or
Littlecocks. Perhaps it was because they went in the exact opposite direction that Red
had initially taken, Red surmised, but it was not his place to make suggestions. Red
eventually found himself walking besides Black, the two of them far behind the others.
Black kept grinning at him.
"What?" Red eventually asked.
"Wanna see what I brought?" Black asked, his eyes twinkling with mirth.
"Fine," Red said. "Show me."
Black pulled out a thick and juicy looking hornygrubber, the purple fruit sparkling in the
sunlight. Red gasped. Hornygrubbers were powerful aphrodisiacs, their sweet flesh
belying their devilish properties. When a Bigcock ate a hornygrubber, their arousal went
through the roof and it took dozens of spazzes to work the powerful fruit out of their
systems. While not illegal within the tribe, many stayed clear of the fruit due to it's
incredibly powerful effects.
"I'm going to slip it into Grey's tea when I get a chance," Black said. "It's going to be
hilarious."
Red just rolled his eyes, jogging to catch up with the rest.
Eventually, as the evening approached, the team came across a small river and Grey
asked for two volunteers to follow the river and report back while everyone else made
camp for the night. Black, for some reason, grabbed Red volunteered them both. Grey
nodded and Red and Black soon found themselves hiking along a shallow waterway.
With the sun an hour from setting, Red and Black soon found themselves standing on
the top of a small waterfall, a large pool surrounded by huge boulders beyond. It was
then that the two Bigcocks saw what lay beyond. A large metal contraption sat several
hundred yards up the bank, a cookfire blazing in front of it. It looked like there were
Smallcocks or Littlecocks about, though Red saw none.
He quickly explained what they were seeing to Black, who seemed genuinely interested,
when a high and sharp voice spoke from behind them.
"Hi monsters!"
Red and Black jumped, spinning around to see a Littlecock standing in the middle of the
river about ten feet from them. It had apparently snuck up on them, it's stealth
impressing Red. Looking carefully at the creature, Red realized that he was not seeing a
Smallcock or a Littlecock. This creature was tiny, its body much smaller than the
Littlecocks he and Brown had seen months earlier.
"My names Bobby! I'm eight! What kind of monsters are you?"
Red stared at the creature. It was wearing only a small pelt around its genitals, its torso
and legs exposed to the elements. It had no hair before the face, Red thought, and
carried a large walking stick. Lifting the stick up and onto its shoulders, the creature
just stared at them expectantly. Red saw no hair under its arm.
"Can you understand me?" the creature said.
Red and Black looked at each other, unsure what the creature was saying.
The creature, apparently misunderstanding their shared look, then began talking again.
"Are you shy because your naked? I can be naked too. See!" With that, the creature
reached into its pelt and did something, somehow causing the pelt to fall into the water
at the creatures ankles. It stood, then, nude and proud.
Its cock was tiny. Absolutely tiny. Almost not even a cock, if Red were being honest.
And its nuts were barely visible. This was not a Littlecock. "Tinycock," Red said
suddenly. It was a Tinycock.
"Boo!" shouted the Tinycock as it jumped forward, startling Red and Black. Black,
having never seen a Tinycock, or a Littlecock, or a Smallcock before, fell backwards into
the river. The creature giggled, then, and walked over to the bank with its pelt in hand.
Grabbing Black's arm, Red pulled the Bigcock up and ushered him to the other bank.
"Should we grab it?" Black asked quietly. "Give it a memoberry?"
"I don't think so," Red said. "If we try, it might scream and bring others. We should just
leave."
The Tinycock watched them go, the two Bigcocks hurrying past the creature and back
up the river. It grinned the entire time.
Just as Red thought they were safe, though, a sound from behind him drew his
attention back to the Tinycock. It was a loud groan. Turing, Red saw that the Tinycock
was standing where he and Black had stood, with the hornygrubber clutched in its hand.
It must have fallen when Black fell! The creature was staring at the fruit, licking it's lips.
"No!" shouted Red as the Tinycock popped the fruit into its mouth, chewing rapidly
before swallowing. Purple juice ran down its face, dripping onto its naked chest.
"That's not good," whispered Black.
Red just glared at him.
Suddenly, the Tinycock fainted.
Red and Black got back to the group a few minutes later, having run as fast as they
could to give Grey the news. Red carried the Tinycock. Black carried its pelt. Grey's
outrage at what had happened was surprisingly light, though he promised that Black
would be facing consequences when they got back to the tribe. Then, with the
efficiency of a leader, Grey had the team break camp and run back towards Bigcock
Mountain.
Five hours later, the ten Bigcocks were deep underground and in a huge cave filled with
lightlichen. It was here that the Tinycock began to stir.
"The Tinycock is considerably smaller than any Bigcock, so there is no telling how
potent the hornygrubber is going to be. It usually takes a few dozen spazzes to clear
out the fruit from a Bigcock's system so it is our responsibility to make the Tinycock
spazz enough to ensure that the hornygrubber is no longer effecting the creature.
Everyone understand?" Grey looked around at the gathered Bigcocks. Everyone
nodded.
Red stepped forward, then, and said, "Should we use hangweed? It will make the
Tinycock more accessible." Others nodded and Grey pulled out some hangweed from
his bag. Tossing it to the ceiling, the small green plant stuck to the rock above with a
wet sound before two long tendrils suddenly burst out of it to hang down towards the
floor.
Hangweed was a favorite plant of the Bigcocks, as it could easily accommodate the
weight of even the largest of their tribe. It made slurping so much fun and quite a bit
easier. Scooping up the Tinycock, who was almost conscious, the Bigcocks got to work.
Within a matter of seconds, the Tinycock was in place. With the two of the tendrils of
hangweed wrapped around the Tinycock' arms and torso, the Tinycock hung from the
ceiling and about ten feet off the ground. Two Bigcocks stepped up on either side of
the Tinycock, grasping its legs and spreading them up and open. In this way, the
Tinycock was comfortably supported while its cock and bottomhole were at face level of
every Bigcock present.
"Uh! Oh! Ah! My wiener! Somethings happening! It feels so weird! Oh help! Help! It
feels so weird!" The Tinycock began to mewl, its member going from soft and hairless
to stiff in a matter of moments. Red, who had the most experience with non-Bigcocks,
stepped over and observed the creature up close.
His initial assessment had been right. The Tinycock had no hair below its head, with a
totally hairless crotch and bottom. Though there was very fine blond hair along it's legs
and arms, the hair was much too fine to see and almost invisible to touch. The cock,
which was now rock hard, stood out at maybe two inches. The nuts, interestingly
enough, sat snuggly up against the Tinycock's pelvis.
"I wanna see it's nut-juice," said someone from the back. The sentiment was echoed by
everyone present, including a reluctant Grey, so Red nodded to Brown. His friend
stepped up behind the Tinycock and the two Bigcocks holding the creature's legs, Rust
and Shale, used one hand each to gently pull apart the pert bottom. Red glanced back
at the impossibly small bottomhole before winking at Brown. Brown winked back before
pushing his face into the crevasse and attacking the pink little flesh.
The Tinycock began to squeal, its eyes opening and closing several times as it shook
within the bindings hold it up. It screeched and mewled, cried and moaned. It's stiff
little cock, which everyone but Brown was focused on, twitched and danced as Brown's
tongue finally forced its way inside the tightly clenched pucker. Then the Tinycock
began to shake, its body trembling in a surefire sign that it was about to spazz all over
the place. Red placed his hand near the tiny cock, ready to catch the nut-juice as it
erupted.
"I gotta pee! I gotta pee! No! NO!!!" squealed the creature, though no one present
knew what it was saying.
"Here it comes," whispered Black as the Tinycock suddenly shrieked and spasmed, its
body going stiff as Brown shoved his entire tongue up its backside. Then it began to
spazz, hard.
"AHHH!!!!!!!!" Roared the Tinycock, its voice echoing off the walls as it convulsed madly.
Everyone inhaled sharply as the small cock twitched violently, once, twice, three times.
Nothing else happened, though the creature kept squealing. Four time. Five times. Six
times. The little tube of flesh quivered and shook, though no moisture came out. The
Bigcocks looked at each other, confused. It was clearly spazzing, its body being crushed
under the pleasurable weight of a hornygrubber driven super-spazz, but no nut-juice
was released.
A sudden exhalation and the Tinycock slumped where it hung, its spazz over. Its little
cock stayed hard, though, and all the Bigcocks looked at each other. This was strange.
"Maybe it's broken?" ventured one of the Bigcocks.
"Or maybe this type of creature doesn't produce nut-juice?" suggested another.
"Every creature produces nut-juice," admonished a third. The rest of the crowd
mumbled in agreement.
"Broken, then? Maybe it's nut-juice is backed up somewhere inside?" Red said, looking
around. Everyone nodded.
The Tinycock had begun to whine again, it's body clearly under the effects of the
hornygrubber and needing another spazz. Red and Brown shrugged at each other, the
latter moving back into place and sliding his tongue deep into the proffered bottomhole.
The Tinycock gasped at the invasion, letting out a long moan. The moan turned into a
squeal a second later as Red stepped forward and began to slurp the stiff little cock, his
tongue rapidly flicking the sensitive flesh as his hand kneaded the little nuts.
The Tinycock lasted only a couple of seconds before it began to spazz uncontrollably, its
body writhing around at Red continued to slurp its member and Brown continued to
suckle its bottomhole. It screamed and squealed, though no nut-juice found its way
onto Red's tongue. Still, the Bigcock persevered. They were going to get nut-juice, he
was certain.
The rest of the party began to set up camp, recognizing that they were going to be
staying here until the hornygruber effects had run their course and interested in having
their own turn with the Tinycock. By the time they had all selected their own spots, the
Tinycock was spazzing for a third time.
Over and over it spazzed, the little creature crying out in extasy as its body trembled
through the powerful sensations of Red and Brown slurping it's cock and bottomhole.
The two Bigcocks eventually switched places, concluding incorrectly that Brown might
be able to coax some nut-juice from the shuddering creature. It was no use, though,
and several more spazzes past by with little to show.
Two other Bigcocks eventually took over, replacing Red and Brown and forcing nearly
twenty more spazzes out of the sweaty and groaning Tinycock. Then two more replaced
them. Then two more.
Almost six hours past, with the Tinycock experiencing over a hundred dry spazzes. Then
Shale had the bright idea to slurp the Tinycock's feet while its cock and bottomhole
were being slurped. "After all," he said, "Bigfoot's love it when their feet and toes are
slurped. Maybe that will help this Tinycock finally release his nut-juice?"
The suggestion was met with enthusiasm and two more Bigcocks approached the
spazzing Tinycock, grabbing a foot each and beginning to slurp the flesh with abandon.
The Tinycock squealed and thrashed as the soles of its feet were mercilessly tongued,
its little toes sucked vigorously. It spazzed multiple times in a row, giggling and crying
and yammering in its native language but still failing to produce any nut-juice.
After some time, the Bigcocks decided that a demonstration might be necessary so they
removed the Tinycock from the hangweed and placed it on the ground. Then the ten of
them took turns slurping each other senseless, spazzing all over the Tinycock and
gently feeding the little creature their own nut-juice. The creature, still mewling and
hard, had a few spazzes while they teased it and each other but no nut-juice was
produced. The Bigcocks, out of idea, gave up.
Twelve more hours past, with the Tinycock hanging by the hangweed while four
Bigcocks at a time worked it over, slurping its tiny cock, its tight little bottomhole, and
it's wiggly feet. It spazzed and spazzed and spazzed, it's body always eager for more.
"Again!" It kept squealing as it spazzed. "Do it again!" The Bigcocks ignored the
creature, not understanding its language.
Eventually, thought, the little creature had one massive spazz before screaming
incoherently and passing out, its body going totally limp. The Bigcocks smiled at each
other, knowing that such a spectacle was the sign of the hornygrubber fruit leaving the
system.
It was early morning when the Bigcocks dropped the dazed Tinycock near where they
had found it, having fed the creature plenty of memoberries and cleaned up the
creature in the river. The Bigcocks could tell that others were looking for the Tinycock
so they waited until they saw a Littlecock, who looked remarkably similar to their
Tinycock, come upon the creature and begin yelling back to it's kind. The Bigcocks left,
then, heading back towards Bigcock Mountain.
The tribe decided not to venture back to the world above, as their interactions with the
various cocks of the land had changed their perspectives on adventures and exploration.
Red was seen by the elders as a troublemaker, so they tried everything they could do
to shun him and keep him occupied. They didn't want his adventurous spirit to get
others in trouble.
Red eventually left the tribe, heading deeper into the tunnels of the world and looking
for a new and more openminded tribe. His hope was that he might find a group of
Bigcocks who wanted to interact with Smallcocks, Littlecocks, and Tinycocks and slurp
each other to wonderful and fantastic spazzes.
Red did eventually find such a tribe and his tales led them to the surface world. That,
however, is a legend for a different time.
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Title: Paradise Circle (M/m, M/b, Bondage, Incest, Milking) Last
Updated: 6/1/17
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Without further ado...
I sighed as I stepped outside in the light rain, the cool air and
overcast sky a reflection of my somber mood. I had been trying to
delay this day for weeks but I knew that, as of today, I could
delay no longer. Resigned, and somewhat excited, I stepped away
from my front porch.
"So why are we going over to Mr. Johnson's house?" asked Dallas,
my eleven-year-old son curious as he walked between me and his
fourteen-year-old brother Austin. I spared him a glance, wincing
to myself as the lie left my lips.
"He's going to show us a project he's been working on."
"It's cool, D," Austin said with forced enthusiasm. "You'll...
you'll like it." He knew what was going on. He felt as I did;
ashamed and eager.
Helpless to do anything and unwilling to try.
Oh, we could run. We could call the police. I could take my
uncle's old shotgun from the over the mantle and end this whole
thing with the pull of a trigger.
I won't.
Paradise awaits.
.......
Our cul-de-sac, Paradise Circle, was supposed to be a new
beginning for our family after my wife left us and we moved out
here from the city. Brand new, the housing development promised
us the American Dream. White picket fence. Two acres and a mule.
True paradise.
It was a lie.
I was a lie for me. It was a lie for my sons. It was a lie for
the Smiths and the Millers and the Thompsons and the Kings and
the Sullivans and the Coopers. It was a lie for every family that
bought a goddamn house on this cursed little circle from the
housing developer, Mr. Reginald Johnson, and condemned themselves
to this... this... existence that we now all seem to live.
And yet, it was the most wonderful thing that could have happened
to any of us.
I glanced to my right and saw Sean Sullivan standing on his
porch, his fourteen-year-old son Luke standing next to him. I
looked left and I could see Tom King and his twelve-year-old
twins Adam and Eric staring at us through their front window.
Tyler Miller, age fourteen, and Andy Miller, age thirteen,
pretended to play basketball in their driveway as they watched us
out of the corner of their eye and glanced nervously toward their
seven-year-old brother Michael, who was busy drawing chalk
designs on the asphalt, and I knew they were wondering when it
would be his turn to visit Mr. Johnson. No boy not yet introduced
to Mr. Johnson knew what lay beneath his home. By his order, none
knew what to expect until they were led there the first time.
Because of all the eyes focused on me and my two sons as we
walked across the circle, I knew that everyone else knew what was
going to happen today. Mr. Johnson must have informed the circle
that I was bringing Dallas over for the first time.
The lonely walk toward paradise.
..........
When Johnson had begun selling the homes on the circle, he had
carefully only allowed all-male families to move in. Most were
single fathers who had several sons. The Millers and the Smiths
were gay couples who had adopted several boys each. I should have
thought it suspicious when I realized there were no women in our
neighborhood. Before I could suspect anything, though, Johnson
sprung his trap. I later learned it was that way with every other
family here.
The trappings of paradise, I suppose.
...........
Dallas protested a little as we entered Mr. Johnson's home
without knocking. Austin and I made token reassurances that Mr.
Johnson was expecting us.
Dallas seemed confused when we walked into the kitchen, opened
the walk-in pantry, and pulled a small lever which revealed a
hidden back and a steep decline into the darkness below. Again,
Austin and I explained that all was well.
Dallas made noises of interest as we walked down the bunker-like
hallway, passing several doors on our right and our left before
coming to the final door. Austin and I ignored him.
Dallas expressed confusion and some trepidation when I took the
blindfold from the wall and put it around his eyes. Austin and I
told him it was so the surprise wasn't ruined.
Dallas shuffled along obediently, his older brother steering him
safely, as I opened the door and led my two boys into Mr.
Johnson's large dungeon. Dallas said nothing, blind as he was.
Dallas followed my direction to the middle of the room where I
helped him get up on the table and handed him the glass of water
within easy reach. He resisted when I told him to drink it but he
eventually followed my orders, taking several gulps of the
liquid.
Then Dallas passed out as I laid him back gently, glancing at
Austin before the two of us left the room.
Paradise will come to each of us soon, both despite and because
of what we'd just done.
..........
Austin and I sat on a leather couch two rooms down and on the
left from where we had left Dallas. The room was bare, containing
only the couch, a coffee table, a small closed box, and a small
shelf where we had dutifully placed all of our clothing upon
entering. We didn't look at each other, knowing what was to come.
Minutes passed. Perhaps an hour.
"Hello boys" said a voice over the intercom system, interrupting
our own private thoughts with the arrogant tone I had come to
loathe from Reginald Johnson. "So good of you to join me. And you
brought little Dallas! I'm so happy!" The voice oozed, sickly
sweet and full of mock humor. "I'm glad I didn't have to cut you
boys off from paradise, since you had been so naughty and refused
to bring over little Dallas for me to get to know. But the
pictures you sent me helped tide me over, oh yes they did." I
cringed, knowing I had sent him dozens of pictures of my preteen
son as Dallas lounged around the house in his underwear in the
hopes that he might be satisfied. I knew, deep down, that Johnson
would not be assuaged so easily. Every family on paradise circle
had tried to delay the inevitable. None had succeeded because the
threat of being cut off from paradise was unthinkable. "Open the
box and take the green pill. You know the drill"
"Then we'll see paradise?" Austin asked, his voice trembling. I
glared at him, halfheartedly. I wanted to know the answer myself
despite the fact that my mind should have been focused on my
preteen son just down the hall.
"Oh yes, my little friend. You'll see paradise later tonight. You
know I keep my word." The man chuckled and both of us swallowed
the small green pills found in the box.
He did keep his word. Everyone on the circle visited his dungeon
at least once every two months, the younger boys much much more
frequently as Johnson apparently had a penchant for teens and
pre-teens. In return, everyone on the circle got to see paradise
once a week, taking the small silver pill that was Johnson's own
invention and flying higher than any drug ever created or,
indeed, ever imagined by man. I'd last seen paradise eight days
ago and I was desperate to do so again. Desperate enough, I
thought shamefully, to bring Dallas here when Johnson finally
demanded it of me. Just like little Michael Miller's dads would
bring him when Johnson decided it was time. Because of paradise.
Because the drug that took us to paradise mattered more than
anything else in existence.
"I washed little Dallas quite thoroughly while he slept." The man
continued over the speakers. "Gave him an enema, too. Now he's in
a mask for the first time and I think he's just starting to
wake." Austin and I shuddered. A mask. Johnson had dozens, maybe
hundreds, of them. They were form fitting latex helmets that
hugged the entire head uncomfortably close, leaving a small
opening to breath through which Johnson usually attached to a
hose and compression pump. The pump, I knew, would filter in
other drugs of Johnson's creation which would make the time in
the dungeon much more stimulating. Having been in the dungeon
many times myself, a plaything for Johnson, I knew that his drugs
could bring one to the peaks of ecstasy; second only to the
little silver pill which led to paradise.
I felt a shiver run through my body as my cock began to expand. I
noticed Austin shiver as well, his teenage member growing in time
with mine. The green pill was a aphrodisiac that Johnson had
every "witness" take before he played with one of the circle's
residents. I'd taken the green pill hundreds of times before.
Johnson's pattern was straightforward. Every night, and sometimes
several times on the weekend, he would let the residents of the
circle know who had been chosen to wear a mask in his dungeon.
Then, he would inform the circle who was "invited" to "witness"
the event. Sometimes it was family members of the mask wearer.
Sometimes it was neighbors. There never seemed to be rhyme or
reason, save that some of the family was always present the first
time a child was his plaything. Today was Dallas's first time and
Johnson had "invited" Austin and me. Like every witness, we knew
we would sit in this barren room, listen to his running
commentary of his fun with the mask wearer, and eventually get
ourselves off several times as the green pill made us enjoy what
we were witnessing. Over the years, I'd heard him play with every
other member of the circle (except for the little boys who hadn't
gotten old enough to interest Johnson) and had spent countless
loads sitting on that damn couch.
"He's awake, boys. I've got him strapped down nice and tight. The
only thing he's able to move is his head, but he can't see or
hear anything because of the nice tight mask. There there, kiddo.
It's ok. You're going to have so much fun with me today. I'm
flipping the switch to give him a bit of my magic fairy dust. I
know he's going to love it."
I closed my eyes, imagining Dallas in the tight black mask
squirming on the table in confusion and fear while the sickly
sweet particles of Johnson's chemical mixture began to fill his
lungs and arouse his body. My cock swelled at the image.
"My my my my my. Look at the little willy, here. Bald as a babe,
Dallas. Bald as a babe. No, it doesn't look like you shaved it at
all. The skin is perfectly smooth. Not even peach fuzz. My my my
my my. I knew you were young but, come on Dallas, surely you
should have some pubic hair? This is shameful for an
eleven-year-old. Very shameful. Speaking of shameful, folks,
little Dallas is getting hard. My fairy dust must be working!"
He said that every time one of his playthings got aroused. It was
one of his go-to lines.
"Well! Color me impressed. No hair but a respectable little tool,
Dallas. You should be proud, my boy. In fact, it looks like your
hard little nail is three and a half inches. Pretty good for
eleven. Eric King is a year older than you and he's half an inch
shorter. You're going to have to brag about this, my boy. Brag
about your mighty tool!"
The mask kept out all of the sound so most of Johnson's comments
were aimed at us witnesses. A sudden buzzing filled the room and
Austin groaned, his teenage member untouched but drooling a
little bit of shinny pre-cum. I groaned internally, knowing what
the buzzing represented.
"I've turned on Mr. Vibe, Dallas. He's a very friendly vibrator,
attached to a helpful and maneuverable arm which lets me set Mr.
Vibe wherever I so choose. And, since your little willy is
standing at attention, I think Mr. Vibe should make your
acquaintance. Don't you? After all, you and Mr. Vibe are going to
become great friends over the next few years." The buzzing
changed frequency slightly and I knew it was now touching the tip
of my pre-teen son's cock. "Oh yes. Now look at that, folks.
Dallas must really like Mr. Vibe because he is thrashing around
almost as vigorously as the vibrator! I wonder, could this be the
first time Dallas has had good feelings coming from his pee-pee?
Dallas, you do know your little weenie is built for good
feelings, don't you? Haven't you learned to touch it in the
middle of the night for funnzies? Hasn't your brother snuck in
for a little hanky-panky?" Another vibration began to echo in the
room and I knew that Johnson had turned on a second vibrator.
"Mrs. Vibe is coming if to assist, Dallas. Don't worry, lad,
she's going to take good care of your balls. There! Snug against
your little boy sack. Between Mr. and Mrs. Vibe, you do look like
you are having a good time!"
Those two vibrators could be intense, I knew, and I knew my boy
was probably moaning uncontrollably in the mask at the feelings.
Seconds past, with Johnson humming a merry little tune. "Dallas's
little nipples are quite cute and they respond really quickly to
my fingertips. I think they both became sharp as diamonds in
record time. And his little belly button. Yes. That's it boy.
Enjoy my finger swirling in your little innie. Oh. My. God. His
little toes are so cute. They're wiggling like little demons, of
course, but I think that's just because the lad is having such
fun with Mr. and Mrs. Vibe. You know, the Vibes are always eager
to meet knew people. When Tanner Cooper met them for the first
time a few months ago, that little eleven-year-old stud had such
an amazing..."
He stopped his commentary suddenly, chuckling dementedly.
"Folks! Somethings happening! Yep! YEP YEP YEP! Little Dallas is
cumming! He's cumming so hard! Thrash, boy. Have that big boy
cum! His cock is pulsing faster than Mr. Vibes! Oh what a
boygasm! Cum for me lad! Cum for me lad! Have a listen, folks!"
With that, Johnson must have switched over to the audio from
inside the mask.
"OH! AH! GOD! HELP! DADDY! AHHH!! AHH!!! NOO!!!!! UGHH!!!!!" My
boy's high pitched voice echoed loudly in the room as his throaty
moaning assaulted our ears. Austin let out a loud groan and began
to jerk himself off, his teenage hand sliding up and down his six
inches in time with his brothers heaving breaths and pleas for
help. I resisted the urge to jerk off myself, settling for
rubbing my balls as I listened to my boy have what had to be his
first orgasm. The buzzing ended abruptly, then, and the audio cut
back to Johnson.
"Yes! YESSS!!!! That was excellent! Dallas is coming down from
that powerful dry cum and, folks, I got to tell you it looked
great from up here. Just great. Of course, now I need to figure
out a way of amusing myself."
I sighed, moving my hand up to my seven inches and beginning to
lightly coat my fingers in the pre-cum which was now rapidly
spilling down my shaft. Austin had slowed down, his eyes closed
as he savored the feelings pulsing through his teenage cock. I'd
heard my oldest boy scream like a girl when subjected to the
Vibes and I could only imagine how much he was enjoying listening
to his brother go through the same experience.
Almost five minutes past without anything coming from the speaker
before the audio cut back to my youngest, his breath still
ragged. "He said," my boy whimpered, "He said to say what he was
doing. I don't... I don't understand!"
I did. I understood perfectly. Sometimes, Johnson would force his
plaything to narrate for a while and, if they weren't expressive
enough or sufficiently descriptive, he'd pinch them to gain their
cooperation. My guess was that the man had just spent the last
few minutes explaining to Dallas some of the things the boy would
need to say. How to say it. What terms to use. Then forcing the
boy to repeat it back until he knew the script to Johnson's
liking. This part always got me going and I pictured Dallas's
face in my mind, his cheeks flushed like they were after a hard
fought baseball game, while I began to stroke myself leisurely.
"He's... he's licking my armpit. His tongue! It feels so weird.
Oh! He's licking the other one. Ah! HAHAHAHAHA!!! HE"S TICKLING
ME!! NO!! STOPP!! AHH!!! Oh! Oh! He stopped. Why? Why is he doing
that to me? I feel so weird. My head feels all cloudy but warm. I
don't know what... Ouch!"
Johnson pinched him. My boy was going off script. He'd learn.
"Ohhh! That feels gooooodd. He's sucking on my titty. Oh yeah.
Thats nice. Ah! Oh, wow. His fingers are playing with my... my...
my boyclit!"
A new word, something Johnson would have told him to use.
"And my balls! Oh, that feels nice! Yeah! Oh Mr. Johnson... Ouch!
Ah, I mean Master. That feels nice Master! Yeah! Keep touching my
boyclit! My boycock! Oh! Ugh! Yeah!"
My boy began to giggle, then, and I picked up the pace of my
masturbation.
"He's sucking on my toes! And his tongue is... Ah! Ah! Stop!
Don't lick my feet! It's gross! It! It tickles! Ah! PLEASE! AH!"
Dallas had cute feet, I knew. They were boyish, slim, and I had
figured Johnson would pay close attention to them at some point.
He liked feet, having worshiped mine plenty of times before. As
the room filled with sounds of slurping and Dallas talking about
the tongue bathing his feet were getting, I took a minute to
really look at Austin.
My fourteen year old was well into puberty, with a nice thick
bush and a man sized cock. Fine dark hair had begun to sprout
under his arms and around his navel and I figured that he was
going to be a ladykiller when he was older. I knew my boy was
straight, having seen his search history on his computer.
However, I also knew my oldest became a total slut when he was
wearing the mask with Johnson and I often wondered, in the back
of my hand, how being molested by the man for the last three
years might effect his sexual health. After all, the teen was
sitting right next to me spanking his monkey and groaning like a
whore as he listened to our neighbor dominate his little
brother's feet. It was the drug, I thought to myself. It had to
be the drugs.
And, besides, what was the alternative? To live without paradise?
"Huh. Hey, wait. What are you... Ah! That hurt! Ouch! He's...
he's opening up my legs. They're being stretched wide. Now he's
strapping them down again. Oh! He's licking my ankles. And my
thighs.. What are you... OH! AH! SHIT! STOP! UGHH! THAT FEELS!!!
OH!!! FUCK!!!! THAT SO GROOOSSSS!!! AHHHHH! FUCK!!!! MY BUTT!!!
MY BUTTHOLE! OUCH! MY... MY... MY PUSSY! MY BOYPUSSY! MY
STARFISH! HE'S LICKING IT! OH GOD!! UGHHH!!! YEAH!!!!! AH!!
UGH!!!!! YEAH!!! KEEP GOING!!! THAT FEELS SOOOO GOOD!! HIS TONGUE
IS IN MY BOYPUSSY!!!! FUCK!!!!!"
"Oh FUCK!" squealed Austin as blast after blast of hot teen cum
erupted from his quivering cock, his hand frisking the flesh in a
blur. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" I almost lost it myself but stopped my
hand, my body not quite reaching climax as young spunk splattered
on my oldest's chest and stomach. Austin's grunts almost drowned
out his younger brother's moans of delight and I sat their
listening to the two of them.
"MY BUTT!! MY BOYPUSSY!!! YEAH! YEAH! LICK IT!! SUCK IT!!! PUT
YOUR TONGUE IN IT!! YEAH! UGH! FEELS SO GOOD! YEAH!!! AHH!!!!
MORE! EAT MY STARFISH!! YEAH!! UGH!!!!"
The audio cut out and a familiar sarcastic voice filled the room.
"Nice and loose. Hot little pussy. I think he's getting ready to
cum again. You ready to get sent to the moon, Dallas? I think two
fingers and a blowjob should do it!" The audio cut back.
"HIS MOUTH IS ON MY PENIS! MY BOYCLIT! HE'S LICKING IT! OH! OH
SHIT! AH! AHHH! HIS FINGERS!!! IN MY BUTTT!!! MY PUSSY!!!!
BOYCLIT!!!! AHHH! NO!!! ITS HAPPENING! ITS HAPPENING AGAIN!!
STOP!! I GOTTA PEE!! NO!!! AHHH! YEAH!!! AHHH!!! UGHH!!!
YEAH!!!!"
Dallas shrieked, then, and his voice rose an octave as my boy had
a powerful boygasm with a mouth around his cock and two fingers
up his ass.
"AHH! AHH!! AHH!! YEAHH!!! AHH!! UGHH!! UGH!! AHH!!!
Austin's hand shot out and grabbed my slick and throbbing member,
rapidly jerking me off as I exploded in my own orgasm while
listening to my youngest cum his brains out. Rope after thick
rope of cum hit my neck and chest, covering me in my seed as I
roared through my climax. The sound above cut off and the room
became much quieter, my whimpers and Austin's breathing the only
thing to be heard.
"Oh shit!" I finally said, my breath ragged. I looked at Austin
with confusion.
"Your whole body was spasming, dad," he said sheepishly. "I think
you wanted to cum but couldn't get your muscles to work."
"So you decided to help me out?" I asked, somewhat perturbed but
much more grateful that I cared to admit.
"Well..." he said, shrugging.
We both let out snorts of amusement.
"Well, now," came the voice of Johnson over the intercom. "That
was a whole lot of fun. Dallas here is still twitching, folks, as
I think that dry-cum literally blew his mind. Hell, he might not
even want to find paradise if he can get one of those every day.
Oh, who am I kidding. He's going to chase paradise just like
everyone else. I'm just glad to know he's such a little sex
pistol. I'm going to enjoy making him wear the mask on a regular
basis!"
I sighed. Becoming one of Johnson's "favorites" was an experience
I was hoping my sons could avoid. Daniel Smith, who was sixteen,
and Ryan Cooper, who was twelve, were currently known as
"favorites" and their parents had told me privately that being
called at least once a week to wear the mask was having a
profound impact on both kid's schooling, energy levels, and
moods. Between the weekly trip to paradise and the weekly trip to
the dungeon, Daniel and Ryan were worn out and acting out.
Daniel, his father had told me, had begun slipping into his
thirteen-year-old brothers room at night and demanding that the
younger boy finger him hard. Ryan, his father had sheepishly told
me, had asked for a vibrating butt plug for his birthday. Yes, I
was hoping that neither of my sons would get any special
attention from Johnson. From the joy in Johnson's voice as he
talked about the taste of my youngest's asshole, I was beginning
to suspect my hope would be dashed.
"For those of you keeping score, little Dallas has gotten his
little marbles off twice since joining me in the dungeon. My two
witnesses, if my video of the room is to be believed, have each
donated a load in commiseration with the youngest family member.
Thus, it is time for the main event!"
Austin and I groaned and our cocks began to harden.
"Aaaannndddd.... Done. My special little pills have been pushed
deep into Dallas's boypussy and they should begin to have an
effect in about two minutes. I the meantime...." There was a
sound of a lotion bottle being pumped. "My other little
concoction is being rubbed on and inside his little cunny. There
there boy. Don't wiggle so much. I know the lube feels all tingly
but that's the drugs working. Yes, yes. I know. It feels like
fireworks are going off deep in your shitter. That, too, shall
pass. I'm just getting you ready little guy. Don't want to damage
you here, do we? Got to make sure you can sit tomorrow! Here.
Going to adjust the gas a little so you are a little extra loopy.
Oh yeah. Look at your little clit. It's getting bigger! You like
my three fingers working in and out of your boypussy? You like
this? You are such a little slut, Dallas. I knew it when I first
laid eyes on you. I bet you are going to beg your daddy and
brother to fuck you all the time after this. Ok, my little lover.
I think you are about ready."
Austin and I had our hands on our cocks and were working them
with some vigor as we listened to Johnson's speech. We knew
exactly how Dallas was feeling, having felt it many times
ourselves. One pill was making his colon and rectum much more
elastic while the other was swelling his prostate and increasing
its sensitivity. The cream being worked inside and around his
sphincter was making the anal walls more elastic and sensitive as
well. Overall, Johnson was turning Dallas's backdoor into a hot
eager pussy.
And it had to be eager if it was going to accept Johnson's nine
inch cock.
"My tip is at the boy's hole, folks. Oh yes, it is. That little
pink starfish is quivering in anticipation against my slick
mushroom. So is Dallas, for that matter. Give me a moment." The
audio cut off and half a minute passed. The audio cut back on.
"Well, Dallas is really fighting his bonds. I just told him what
I was going to do. That I was going to shove my giant mancock,
all nine inches, deep into his asshole and I was going to fuck
him to the most brutal dry-cums he could possibly imagine. That I
was going to absolutely punish his boybutton and he was going to
experience the most mind numbing anal boygasms. That he was going
to boygasm until he passed out and then, once I was satisfied, I
would shoot my load inside him and claim him as one of my flock.
I... don't think his mind is all that excited. His body is,
though, and that's really all that matters."
Austin and I groaned. Everything Johnson had said was true. We'd
both experienced it. We'd both heard others experience it. It was
overwhelming unmerciful cruel pleasure that dominated the body
and broke the mind. Johnson's drugs allowed him to force his
playthings to cum over and over until the orgasms bled together
into one long full body climax that eventually short-circuited
the brain and caused the plaything to pass out. Johnson's stamina
and endurance was the stuff of legend and no one had ever felt
him erupt inside of them - every one of his playthings was out
cold when he came. Oh, his thick cum was always leaking out of
swollen tingly holes once one woke up but the eruption, according
to everyone on the circle, had never once been felt.
Oh fuck was I horny. My son, my little Dallas, the all-american
boy who played X-box and couldn't see PG-13 movies and was the
best second baseman in the league, was going to cum so FUCKING
hard. He was going to squeal and cry and beg before his mind
drifted away and his body spasmed in continuous orgasmic bliss.
Austin and I looked at each other and nodded.
About two years ago, Tom King, patriarch of the King family and
my favorite neighbor, and Tyler Miller, who was about twelve at
the time, were in the room listening to fifteen-year-old Jasper
Thompson getting royally fucked when they decided that they
wanted to play with their own assholes. That was a common
occurrence in the room, witnesses routinely fingering themselves
as they listen to the debauchery over the intercom, but neither
Tom, a full grown adult, nor Tyler, a pre-teen, felt like they
could really get deep enough for the effort to be satisfying. The
way Tom tells it, Tyler begged Tom to fuck him but Tom didn't
want to neglect his own asshole and the two were at an impasse.
Then, they came up with a bright idea that witnesses have been
using since.
Shifting on the couch, the two lay on their backs in opposite
directions with their legs slightly apart. Using their right
hands, each was able to finger the other's asshole both deeply
and at the perfect angle while still jerking themselves off. This
maneuver caught on and spread quickly.
Scooping up some of our cum to use as lube, Austin and I took
position and I slipped two fingers deep in his hot hole while he
slid three in my own eager mancunt. Then we began to finger each
other while our free hands began fiddling with our taut poles. We
were ready.
"Damn! I should change my name to Debbie because Debbie is doing
Dallas!" Johnson said with a smug tone of complete dominance.
"One inch! Two! Three! Oh, man, this boy is tight! Four inches.
Fiiiivvveeee. Ok, going to have to work this one. Out we go. In
we go. Out we go. In we go. Out we go. Innnnn... Yes! Six inches!
Oh, his hole is fighting me but it's loosing the battle. Its ok
buddy! I know if feels strange but there is no pain, huh? My
magic drugs took care of that, didn't they! Oh look! Yep, the
little slut is getting into it. His boyclit is growing. Out. In.
Out. In. And... seven inches and the boy is hard as a nail! I
think Dallas is enjoying himself." The audio cut over.
"Oh! Ah! Wait! That feels weird! Stop! It won't fit! Hey! Ugh!
Ugh! Ah! It's all tingly! It tingles! Oh! Wait!"
"Hey now! I got an idea!" Johnson's voice took over. "Lets make
this one count! All the way out! Seven inches in! All the way
out! Seven inches in! All the way out..."
Austin and I held our breath as the pause grew longer and longer.
"Balls. Deep." A loud slapping sound echoed in the room and both
of us groaned. The man had bottomed out in my pre-teen
no-longer-virgin son. "Whoa whoa whoa! The boy liked all nine
inches apparently! He's cumming! Cum for me baby! Feel that cock
in you! Cum hard!"
"AH!! AHH!! TINGLES!!! TINGLESS!!!! UGHH!! UUGGHHH!!! AHHHH!!!
OAHH!!!!!"
"His little nail is twitching up a storm, folks. Little boy is a
natural. Quiver baby. Quiver like you mean it. Feel those good
feelings. Cum around my big cock. Ugh! Your hole is so fucking
tight. I feel every ripple. Yeah, you are going to be one of my
favorites, I can tell!"
I almost came at that, my own hole clamping around Austin's
fingers as I tried desperately to hold back my orgasm. I barely
succeeded and, by the time my mind could focus on what I was
hearing, the loud rhythmic slap slap slap of flesh pounding flesh
filled the room. It lasted for several minutes, the sound being
echoed by my oldest and I frantically jerking ourselves off.
"I. Am. Fucking. Your. Boy." Johnson suddenly grunted, each word
accompanied by a resounding fleshy slap. "And! I! Know! He!
Loves! It!"
The sound came back, strong and hard and fast. Austin and I kept
stroking, our bodies slick with sweat and cum as we listened to
the man sodomize the youngest member of our family.
"Here it comes!" Johnson suddenly said before the audio switched
over.
"AH! AH! AH! OH! TINGLES! TINGLES! SOMETHING! SOMETHING!
HAPPENING! HAPPENING AGAIN!! NOOO!!!! WAIT!!!! TOO MUCHH!!! AHHH!
UGH UGH UGH UGH!!!!!!!!!"
I came, hard. Austin did as well, his own seed mixing with mine
in mid air and falling onto us as we heaved together in climax.
His hole squeezed my fingers tightly and a stray thought wondered
if they would be crushed. He probably felt the same way, my own
hole spasming around his still thrusting digits.
"YES! CUM FOR ME KIDDO! MASSAGE MY COCK! THRASH AROUND LIKE YOU
MEAN IT! CUM HARD! LOVE THOSE KIDDIE-CUMS! HOT DRY KIDDIE CUMS!"
Johnson roared, arrogance dripping from every syllable.
We kept jerking off, not even stopping as our arousal refused to
abate. Johnson eventually began a litany of dirty talk, calling
Dallas a boywhore and a slut and talking about how he should pimp
out my boy so men around the city could fuck his hot tight hole.
He talked about the taste of my boy's pussy, the flavor of his
cock, and the smell of my boy's sweat as his body tried to deal
with the deluge of climaxes he had experienced so far. He talked
about organizing a circle-wide BBQ in his back yard where he'd
cover Dallas in sweet sticky sauce and let every man and boy fuck
the pre-teen while everyone else sucked the sauce off my boy's
hot little body.
"You're going to want to hear this," Johnson said suddenly. I
knew he kept an earpiece in so he could hear his playthings and
he sometimes interrupted himself when they said, squealed, or
screamed something he wanted to share. "Your boy is really
getting into it. Definitely learned those words I taught him."
My son's soprano voice, husky with lust and filled with need,
poured into the room. "FUCK ME MASTER! FUCK ME! TINGLES!
BOYGASMS! TOUCH MY BOYCLIT! PLEASE TOUCH MY BOYCLIT! IT TINGLES
SO BAD! PLEASE! HARDER! OH! UGH! THE TINGLES! THE BOYGASM IS
COMMING BACK! AH! AH! AHHH!!!!!!"" My youngest squealed again in
obvious climax, my cock getting even harder as the
eleven-year-old begged to be forced to cum. To touch his ignored
little cocklett. The sound cut back to the rhythmic fucking and
Austin and I groaned together as our minds filled in the visions
of what was happening just down the hall.
More time passed and Johnson occasionally broke the slap slap
slap to make some comment about Dallas. Then he went on a short
rant about how, one of these days, he was going to have Austin
join him in double-teaming Dallas and that really got Austin's
hole spasming. Then it was back to the sounds of the fucking.
Some time later, Johnson's voice cut in and it was low, much
lower than before. A chill ran through me as I knew what that
meant. The beginning of the fucking was always an opportunity for
Johnson to talk dirty and have some fun. But he eventually
switched over to business and I knew my boy was now in for it.
"At this angle," he said, calmly despite the fact that it sounded
like he was fucking my boy at an absolutely ruthless pace, "my
cock is running roughshod over his boybutton. I am absolutely
pulverizing his prostate. That, and the fact that my cock is so
big, means his entire boypussy is being dominated by my manhood.
If you could see his little clit, you'd see it twitching
uncontrollably. From the way his hole is spasming, I can tell you
his boygasms are only seconds apart." The audio switched over.
"AHHHHHHHH UUUGGGGHHHHHHHH AAAHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOO TOOOOOOOO
GOOOOOOODDDDDD AHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOO" The boy's whining, filed
with sharp hitches of breath where I knew his body was shuddering
through another climax, had both Austin and I hard as rocks as we
kept stroking ourselves. The seconds passed before the audio
again switched over.
"That was a boygasm." Johnson said. "And that one," he said a few
seconds later. "And that one." He said again. The hard sound of
the vicious fucking still filled the background.
"And it's complete. Full body continuous anal boygasm." The man
said it without strain as he banged my youngest son, the sound
echoing in our room and reminding me of a machine gun. Bam bam
bam bam bam bam bam it went, the fucking at an unbelievable pace.
The audio switched over again.
"UGH AH UGH AH OH OH AH AH UH UGGHHH UHGGHH EEHHHHH AHHHH" Dallas
grunted, moaned, and croaked as he experienced cum after cum
after cum. Again, Austin and I unloaded at the sound as we both
had been there multiple times and recognized that Dallas was
nearly out of his mind. He couldn't form words. He was probably
drooling on himself. The orgasms had turned into an unending
climax; one long continuous peak that felt like wave after waive
of unending and unbearable pleasure.
Johnson had stopped talking, the only sounds now being the slowly
decreasing volume and frequency of my son's grunts and groans and
the still unbelievably fast flesh on flesh fucking sounds.
Eventually, Dallas stopped making sounds altogether and I knew
that meant he was hovering on the edge of passing out; his mind
shattered.
"FUCK!" Johnson said sometime later, startling both Austin and I
from our own rest. We had stopped jerking off after the last
climax, the green pill nearly worn off and our bodies simply too
tired to continue. "The little slut just passed out. Limp as a
rag. From start to finish, it took... two hour and forty seven
minutes. Not bad. Not bad. I'll eventually get him able to stay
awake for five hours but that was not bad for his first try." The
slap slap slap had not diminished at all and Austin and I sighed.
We were close to paradise. "With that, my friends, it's time for
me to sign off. You know the drill." The sound cut off.
We did know the drill. We got up, crossed the hall to a small
bathroom with multiple shower stalls, took long relaxing showers,
dried off, waited half an hour as we talked about nothing in
particular, crossed back over to put on our clothes, and then
walked down to another room which contained another couch, coffee
table, and small box. Sitting in the middle of the couch was
Dallas, the boy freshly clean and wearing a nice silken pair of
pajamas. They were the very expensive kind and everyone got a
pair when they first entered the dungeon. His clothing, minus his
underwear, would be returned to the house the next day freshly
laundered. No one ever saw their first pair of underwear again.
"So D..." began Austin, a bit sheepishly.
Dallas ignored him, his eyes glazed over. Johnson had already
made Dallas take the pill to Paradise. Lifting my youngest, I
pulled down his pajama bottoms and turned him slightly so his
rear was facing me. Austin understood and grabbed his cheeks,
spreading them so the two of us could see the thick milky spunk
running lazily out of the boy's puffy pink hole. We pulled his
pants back up, then, and sat down on the couch with him between
us.
Reaching forward, we opened the box and took our the silver
pills. The pills to paradise. Popping them in our mouths, we sat
back and put our arms around Dallas. He'd be mad tomorrow, I
knew, but he'd be much more eager to find paradise again and
would quickly agree to anything that would get him there. It was
the way of things on Paradise Circle.
My eyes began to glaze, then, and I sighed with satisfaction.
Paradise was mine.
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Warning: This story is unsuitable for minors and contains
explicit descriptions of sexual activity considered taboo (and
illegal) in most (if not all) jurisdictions. If such activity
offends you, please DO NOT read any further. I do not condone any
illegal activity and stress that this work is fiction, fantasy,
and in no way meant to reflect reality. Sexual abuse of minors is
a very serious issue and I encourage anyone tempted to engage in
such behavior to seek help immediately.
Title: It Came From Under The Bed (Part 1) Story Codes: SciFi,
Mind Control, Alien, mb, bb, b, oral, anal
Date of Latest Update to This Story: 5/30/14
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Subpart A
It had been a great Sunday for the newly turned thirteen-year-old
Shawn McDaniels. First off, it was his birthday. Second, his
parents had let him have six friends spend the night the previous
evening. That morning, his parents had made a big breakfast for
the seven boys while the twelve and thirteen-year olds played
video games. The day was filled with swimming, basketball, more
video games, and a round of miniature golf. Once his friends had
left, his parents treated him to a big fancy dinner at Red
Lobster and he his parents even surprised him with a birthday
cake! Wonderful! The female servers couldn't help but tell him
how cute he was when they learned it was his birthday and the
green eyed brunette smiled sheepishly when one of the young women
asked, jokingly, if he had a girlfriend.
His parents looked at him lovingly. He was their angel. Their
only child. Sure, Shawn could be incredibly mischievous when he
wanted to be. More than once, he had been caught with his hand in
the cookie jar before dinner or had left the house without making
his bed. There were a few occasions where he and some boy at
school had gotten into an argument and Shawn had used language
for which his parents would later have to apologize. As he had
gotten older, it seemed his independence had grown and he
occasionally talked back. He was becoming a teenager, after all.
But, for the most part, the 5'3'' 98 lbs. boy was energetic,
polite, and well behaved. With his short brown hair, pretty green
eyes, and cute smattering of freckles, it was hard not to love
the boy. And his personality! He was quick witted, funny, and
very personable. He had all the little old ladies at church
doting on him every Sunday! His teachers always gave glowing
reports and his scoutmaster said he was the leader of the troop.
Overall, he was every parents dream come true.
Now, since the day was over and as the boy finally made his way
into his room for bed (for he had school the next day), he
couldn't help but decide that the weekend had gone exceptionally
well. Well, almost. Zack and Michael had been acting really
strange when the boys prepared for bed the previous night -
fidgety and nervous seeming - but they seemed fine this morning.
They were probably just nervous about spending the night in
someone else's house. Shawn could sympathize. He had to spend the
night at his aunt's house once in a while and it was unnerving to
be sleeping in someplace that wasn't one's own. As Shawn slid
into bed, his favorite pajamas on and his comforter nice and
warm, he glanced at the clock which read 9:02pm and, already half
asleep, he reached over and turned off the lamp. The room became
dark.
Just as Shawn was pulling his hand back, something shot up
from the dark floor and wrapped around his arm several times,
pulling downward. Surprised, Shawn didn't even have time to cry
out as he was tipped off balance and fell off the side of his bed
and onto his carpet. "Uoofff," he grunted. The wind knocked out
of him, he inhaled sharply just as a puff of sweet smelling gas
crashed into his face. The boy felt his head spin almost
immediately as the strange musk slid down into his lungs.
Confused and disoriented, the boy didn't struggle as several more
things wrapped around his other arm and both legs, pulling him
rapidly under the bed. In the blink of an eye, Shawn was gone.
For several seconds, he felt like he was falling; like the floor
under his bed didn't exist. His jumbled mind tried to make sense
of where he was but something was wrong and he couldn't think
straight. His muscles refused to answer his call and the boy's
tongue felt thick and uncooperative. He tried to yell out but
made almost no sound. His head continued to spin.
The things writhing around his body were slick and smooth and
looped all around his limbs They felt like the tentacles of a
squid or some other marine animal, the skin having almost no
friction and slippery with some sort of grease or something.
Suddenly, the things began to slither under his pajamas and,
before Shaw could protest, had pushed his arms up in such a way
so as to slip his top off of him. Now shirtless, Shawn tried
desperately to keep his pants on but the things, much more
dexterous and stronger than Shawn, quickly pulled the long pajama
bottoms off. It didn't help the boy that he was in such a
confined space nor that his muscles felt like jelly. Now clad in
his white boxers, Shawn wiggled and struggled not to be divested
of his last article of clothing but, alas, he soon found himself
naked as a babe.
Shawn opened his mouth to attempt another yell but squeaked
instead. One of the things, the tentacles, had just slid across
his chest and nipples, sending a sharp wave of arousal feelings
through his chest. Then, just as Shawn was about to yell again,
one of the tentacles in the darkness slid up his front, it's
slick skin coming into contact with his ballsack and circumcised
boyhood; stoking them in a long drawn out motion. Shawn moaned.
"Ohhhh." Suddenly, the tentacle disappeared and several tentacles
that had been wrapped around his legs began to pull his legs
apart. Shawn, his mind swirling, could only think to himself
`Ohhh Geezzz' as his butt cheeks parted and another tentacle slid
into the virgin valley and across his most private place, sending
pleasurable feelings through the boy and causing him to begin to
pant. His boyhood began to stiffen as well at the feelings.
Soon, the strokes became a little more insistent as two tentacles
seemed to settle on his erect nipples, their tiny points flicking
at his own tiny nubs and causing Shawn to moan. Another tentacle,
having decided that his hairless scrotum was the most interesting
thing in the world, began to gently but persistently fondle his
pubescent balls and the tip of that naughty appendage began to
dance around his perineum. Shifting around at the unexpected
assault, Shawn gasped when another tentacle wrapped itself around
the base of his now erect boyhood and began to stroke up and down
his rigid four and a half inches.
"Auhhh! Auhhh!" Shawn panted. At thirteen, Shawn had a rough
understanding of sex but he wasn't yet sexual. Though his body
had started puberty, he had maintained his innocence regarding
his budding carnal nature. He knew (kind of) what masturbation
was and, quite frankly, didn't care about it. It simply hadn't
appealed to him yet. Thus, Shawn had never really played with his
penis with the intention of seeking "adult" feelings and was
surprised as hell at the pleasures that were now coursing through
his body; most coming from the wonderful frigging of his hard
member.
His surprise increased exponentially when something warm and wet,
like a tongue, swiped across his exposed butthole, sending
shivers up his spine. "Ughhh" he groaned. Again, the thing swiped
across his puckered flesh, this time staying a moment longer and
swirling it's warm tip around his hole as if it were circling a
whirlpool. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" he panted as the thing disappeared
again. Suddenly, the tentacle on his boyhood began to speed up,
flying up and down his hard tool but staying just under his
purple helmet, instead focusing entirely on his shaft. The reason
it was avoiding the top of his boyhood became clear a moment
later when another unseen tongue-like-thing began to lap at the
very head of his prick, causing Shawn to grunt in surprise and
then cry out as the tongue rapidly teased his sensitive cockhead.
"Oaaaaahhhhh!!!" Shawn panted, the feelings beyond anything he'd
ever felt before.
At that very moment, the visitor at his backdoor returned and,
instead of licking his puckered flesh, it simply darted at his
virgin hole straight on. Surprised, Shawn didn't even have time
to react as the thing, thin and warm and flexible and wet, shoved
authoritatively past his anal ring and up into his virgin anus,
sawing vigorously across his tiny prostate in the process. In a
heartbeat, Shawn went from being totally virginal to having his
bottom filled.
With his mind spinning and darkness all around, the boy could
feel all the energy focusing in his pelvic and anal region and he
knew something was about to happen. It felt as if all he was and
all he would ever be was being drawn to his penis and asshole and
Shawn began to shake in delight. Then, all of a sudden, he had
the most crucial urge to pee. "Oh! Oh! AHHH! AAAHHEEEEEE!!"
EEHHEEEE!!!! AAAEEEEE!!!! AHHHEEEEE!!!!!" he shrieked, his first
ever climax hitting him so powerfully, that he could think of
nothing but the unrelenting and unforgiving pleasure coursing
through his body. His boyhood twitched uncontrollably as several
watery blasts of cum erupted from his twitching member. So swept
up in his amazing boygasm, Shawn had no idea how much time had
past nor did he realize that the appendages that were assaulting
him had slowed down considerably to allow his climax to achieve
it's natural conclusion.
Subpart B
Shawn's eyes darted open and he sat up as if from a nightmare.
The room was somewhat lit as it was just past dawn and sunlight
was filtering into the room. Shawn stretched, his mind wondering
why he had woken up so suddenly. Then, as the previous nights
events came crashing down, Shawn opened his eyes wide and
hurriedly scanned the room. Nothing. All was normal. He sighed.
It was a dream that had seemed all too real. Taking a deep breath
and summoning all his courage (for Shawn was a pretty courageous
kid), the boy rolled out of bed and onto the floor, looking under
his bed and prepared to flee for his life. Nothing. Empty. Aside
from a few dust bunnies and a bit of darkness, Shawn could see
nothing that could possibly antagonize him.
Grumbling, he got back up and slipped under the covers. "Wow!" he
thought to himself. "That was a crazy dream" The darkness. The
things that had grabbed him. The intense feelings. The... wait...
Pulling off his covers, Shawn stared dumbly at the pajama bottoms
he was wearing. His penis! It had given him the most amazing
feelings in his dream. Mulling over this realization, Shawn
thought back to everything he had learned about sex. Could it be
that he had just imagined the nice feelings? Or perhaps he had
experienced them while asleep? "It was an... an... an orgasm." He
thought, pleased. Glancing at his closed door and knowing his mom
might try to wake him at any point to get up and ready for
school, Shawn pulled his covers back up toward his head and slid
his pajamas down to his knees. Lying back, he slowly began to
stroke his soft member under the covers while playing with his
small bush of dark brown pubic hair.
"Hm..." he thought to himself as his fingers lightly danced on
his growing member. "Ya, this feels kinda nice." As the minutes
crept by, his woody began to throb with pleasant feelings as the
thirteen year old masturbated for the first time. Like all boys,
it didn't take him particularly long to get the fundamentals down
and soon, he was bucking his hips into his hand as the new funny
feelings began to swell in his gut. Just as he began to reach the
point of no return, his hand already flying up and down his
boycock rapidly and his face scrunched in concentrated bliss, a
stinging pain shot through his abdomen and Shawn yelped, letting
go of his aching tool and doubling over in pain. "Ah!" he cried,
surprised at the pain and wondering if he accidently broke
something. "What the hell?" he thought, the pain immediately
subsiding.
Taking a few deep breaths, Shawn lay still. The pain was gone,
for sure, and his boyhood was sill pretty ridged. Under most
circumstances, a person would cease their masturbatory activities
in order to discover the reason for their unexpected pain but
Shawn, being new and horny, tentatively reached for his tool
again. After all, he didn't feel any pain in the dream, did he?
Just as he began to work up another rhythm, the pain returned,
slightly more emphatic, causing Shawn's eyes to water and his
breathing to catch. He immediately let go of his new toy and lay
as still as possible. Over the next ten minutes, the boy wondered
if touching himself had broken something inside him and if he was
going to die. Then, sensing no more pain, he slowly pulled his
pajama bottoms up, over his now soft cock, and slipped out of
bed. He stretched and, feeling no discomfort, decided to go take
a shower. Just as he slipped into the hallway, his mother spotted
him and the family began their normal school-day routine.
School was a nice distraction from the oddity of the dream he'd
had and the odd pain from the morning. Several of his classmates
and teachers wished him a happy birthday and Shawn was told by
his friends what a great time they had spending the night. Zach
and Michael kept giving him the strangest looks and he could have
sworn they were keeping something from him but every time he
thought he might ask them what was going on, he decided to let
the strangeness pass and ignore it. His day proceeded normally,
with an exciting game of baseball at lunch and a math test in the
afternoon (which he aced.) By the time three o'clock rolled
around and the bell rang to let everyone out, Shawn had pretty
much forgotten about all the weird sex stuff.
Grabbing his bag and making sure he had everything he needed, he
made his way towards the front of the school in order to walk
home. This was his normal routine, as his house was only a few
blocks away and his mother and father had been letting him walk
to school for the past four years. As such, Shawn kind of zoned
out and entered "auto-pilot" as he let his mind wander and his
feet guide him to his destination. By the time his mind snapped
back to focus, he realized he was nowhere near the front of the
school. In fact, he was in the boys bathroom on the third floor
west corridor. Standing at the sink and looking at himself in the
mirror, Shawn suddenly got a bit nervous. He couldn't remember
walking in here! As he turned to go, the bathroom door opened and
both Zach and Michael walked in. Breathing a sigh of relief,
Shawn smiled at his friends. "Hey guys" he said, glad to see
familiar faces.
"Um... Hey Shawn," said Michael quietly, avoiding eye contact.
Frowning, Shawn watched as his two friends proceeded to walk past
him and into the handicap stall at the end of the bathroom. Much
to his surprise, he followed. Within moments, all three boys were
standing in the relatively spacious stall, Shawn glancing between
the other two while Michael and Zach stared at the ground.
Michael sighed. "I'm really sorry dude, but I couldn't help it."
"Couldn't help what?" Shawn asked, getting nervous.
"You'll... You'll understand in a few days. We are really sorry
man. Really. But, it's not to bad. It really isn't." Zach said,
finally glancing up at Shawn and giving him an apologetic look.
Then, Zach reached over and locked the stall door while Michael
took hold of Shawn's shoulder and gently guided him between he
and Zach. Shawn, confused, decided to leave but, for some reason,
let himself be moved further into the stall. Suddenly, his mind
began to scream at him "Leave damn it! Come on! Go!" but, try as
he might, he couldn't get his body to cooperate.
Without warning, Michael gently grasped his shorts and pulled
them down to his ankles in one swift motion. Before Shawn could
react, his boxers followed suite. Then, Zach grasped his
shoulders and, applying pressure, forced Shawn to the ground so
he suddenly found himself on his hands and knees. Shawn tried to
cry out, to tell them to stop, but he couldn't. It was as if some
force had hold of him and was keeping him from making noise or
struggling to get away. "Dude, really. I'm... I'm sorry. I... I
don't wanna but I got to..." Glancing up at Zach, Shawn was
shocked to see the other boy looking distraught and, at that
moment, Shawn believed his friend. Then, out of nowhere, two
pre-teen hands grasped his butt cheeks and spread them while a
wet and warm tongue began to lap at his exposed asshole. Michael
was licking his butthole!
"Ughhh" Shawn moaned at the unexpectedly nice feelings. Closing
his eyes for a second as the twelve year old behind him rimmed
him enthusiastically, Shawn didn't notice Zach pull his own pants
down nor his five-inch boner, which was hard as steel, pop out.
Feeling hands on his face, Shawn opened his eyes just as his
thirteen-year-old friend, on his own knees, began to guide his
cock towards Shawn's mouth. Shawn wanted to clamp his mouth shut.
He wanted to deny Zach what he now knew the boy was after. He
wanted to call Zach a... a... faggot or something. He did none of
those things. Instead, he opened his mouth and, in one fell
swoop, took all of Zach's hardness into his mouth and began to
suck it like a pro. Up and down he bobbed on the other boy,
shocked at his own actions and unsure if this was some sort of
bad dream. Without warning, the warm tongue at his backside
retreated and, before he knew it or could protest, Michael
roughly shoved all four inches of his rock hard member balls deep
into Shawn. Shawn grunted.
For just about two minutes, Zach and Michael fucked Shawn
enthusiastically as Shawn, not in any physical pain (his asshole
had had something large up it the previous night despite Shawn's
insistence that he had dreamed the otherworldly events), moaned
and groaned at the assault. In fact, were it not for the fact
that this was against his will, Shawn might have even admitted
that he kind of liked sucking off Zach and Michael's cock kind of
felt good. His body certainly appreciated the attention, though,
because his own cock had rapidly expanded to it's maximum
rigidity. Unfortunately for Shawn, every time he reached for his
own member in order to stroke it in time with Michael and Zach's
thrusts, he found his hand slapped away by one of the other boys.
Very soon, the two other boys began to shake as their orgasms
approached. "Oh! Oh Shawn! Here is comes! Drink it all!" growled
Zach, his five inches of boyhood sliding rapidly in and out of
Shawn's clamped mouth.
"Ya! Ya! Fuck!" grunted Michael from behind, his own boyballs
slapping rapidly against Shawn's backside as he rabbit-fucked his
friend, the boy's tight sphincter encasing his own boycock
snuggly. "Oh! Here! It! CUMS!"
Suddenly, both boys thrust one final time into Shawn and, with a
low grown, released their own watery loads. "YESSS!!!" cried Zach
while Michael hollered "AAUUGGGGHHH!!" at the same moment.
Together, the two seventh graders fired several thick volleys
into their friend, coating his bowels and his throat together.
Shawn was so caught off guard, he swallowed Zach's load
mechanically. Indeed, the moment before his friends climaxed, all
of Shawn's attention became focused on his pelvic region where an
odd sensation was starting to develop and this diverted attention
meant his friend's climaxes were totally unexpected. At first,
Shawn thought his good feeling, the orgasm, was approaching.
Then, he realized that wasn't the case and, instead, it felt like
an odd kind of indigestion. The moment that stray thought crossed
his mind, though, his two friends ejaculated and Shawn felt them
shudder violently.
The next half an hour passed in a blur for Shawn. Zach and
Michael, blushing in both embarrassment and sexual conquest,
helped the boy right himself and straightened up his clothing.
Muttering apologies, they beat a hasty retreat from the restroom
and Shawn, dazed, left moments later. Before he knew it, he had
made his way home, had taken a warm shower, had put on his
pajamas, had crawled into the easy chair in the living room, and
had turned on cartoons.
His mother had all the normal motherly reactions. She asked him
if he was feeling alright. She felt his head. She checked his
temperature with a thermometer. She even suggested he might not
have to go to school the following day. Shawn gave little
response. As Tom and Jerry bounded across the screen, the boy
replayed the day's events over and over in his mind. It was so
strange, he thought to himself. How come he didn't leave the
bathroom? Hell, how did he end up in the bathroom to begin with?
What happened that morning in his bed? What happened last night?
It wasn't that Shawn was horrified or ashamed. He was neither. It
was the strangeness of the whole thing that bothered and consumed
the boy. Without even realizing it, he flipped away from the
cartoons, mid-gag, and found a network showing old episodes of
the X-Files. Shawn had never really seen the show but, as the
hours passed and episode after episode concluded, he couldn't
help but see his life as running in a similar pattern to those
storylines.
At seven, his mother turned off the TV and called the boy to
dinner. His parents asked him how he felt and Shawn, feeling
better, told them he was good. It had been a long day at school,
he informed them, and he just needed to zone out. His father
patted him on the head but his mother reminded him to finish his
homework. After the meatloaf and carrots were consumed and the
dishes were washed, Shawn went to his bedroom, zipped through his
work, and crashed into bed. He was asleep before his father
peaked in on him ten minutes later.
Subpart C
As he washed his hands in the boys bathroom, Shawn couldn't help
but feel unnerved. He hadn't used the restroom in days, neither
emptying his bladder nor taking a shit. When class let out a few
moments ago, though, the sudden urge to use the toilet seized
upon him and he only just made it into a stall and onto the
porcelain throne before evacuating his bowels violently. What
came out was not shit, his mind reminded him hauntingly, but a
slick clear goo. Sighing and pledging to look it up on WebMD
later that night, he left the restroom.
"Hey," said Zach, approaching Shawn tentatively in the hall as if
the other boy had been waiting for Shawn. Shawn raised an eyebrow
at his friend. For almost four days, Shawn had tried repeatedly
to broach the subject of what occurred in the bathroom with Zach
and Michael but neither boy had been willing to talk about it. If
fact, neither boy had said anything to Shawn and had avoided him
like the plague. The young teen, frustrated by his friends'
silence, was pissed. To make matters worse, Shawn had tried
several times over the past few days to play with himself and,
each time, his body would cramp up just as things were getting
good. Paranoid that he had some major medical problem and angry
that his friends had forced themselves on him without any sort of
explanation or apologize, Shawn was tempted to tell Zach to `fuck
off'. He didn't.
"Oh, so now you want to talk to me, huh?" he said instead,
shifting his backpack to his other shoulder and glaring at Zach.
Zach shrugged, his head hung low and his eyes downcast.
"Listen," Zach began.
"No you listen," hissed Shawn, interrupting the boy. Glancing
around at the crowded hall, he realized that this conversation
needed to be private. "I want to talk to you about what happened.
Can we..."
"Call your mom and tell her you are coming over to my house
afterschool. We'll... We'll talk then. Tell her you'll eat dinner
with us. I'll meet you behind the stadium at three." With that,
the boy turned quickly and, before Zach could protest, slipped
into the crowd and was gone.
Shawn growled. Zach was an asshole. The stadium was on the very
edge of campus and was normally deserted. Why the hell should
they meet there?
The rest of the day went smoothly and Shawn marched out to the
stadium at three to meet with Zach. He also planned on raising
hell. On the way, the thirteen-year-old seventh grader texted his
mom that he was going to Zach's house and he'd be home late. It
wasn't an unusual text to receive on a Friday and his mother had
no problem with the arraignment, informing Shawn that she and his
Dad were making it a date night and wouldn't be back until well
into the morning hours. The first to arrive, Shawn tossed his
backpack on the ground and sat down on the curb. Zach, he thought
to himself, would be there soon.
About a minute later, an old beat-up car pulled up to the curb
and Shawn stood as the vehicle came to a stop. He didn't
recognize the car nor did he recognize the four black teens
riding it. For a moment, Shawn debated whether he should leave.
The boys in the car looked rough and several years older than
him. Shawn didn't move.
One boy, perhaps fifteen or sixteen years old, opened the back
door and stepped out onto the curb. "Get in," he muttered,
glancing around nervously. A voice in Shawn's head told him to
leave but, before he knew it, he had scooped up his backpack and
slid into the middle seat; his body barely touching the other
black teen in the back seat. The boy who had stepped out then
jumped in the car and Shawn found himself pressed between two
black bodies as the car took off.
Immediately, Shawn began to sweat. What was he doing? Who were
these guys? Where the hell were they going? The car zigged and
zagged through traffic, leaving Shawn's neighborhood and moving
quickly to the more run-down part of town. Suburbia was replaced
with the ghetto as none of the car's five occupants said a word.
Shawn glanced around at the car's other passengers and came to a
startling realization. They all looked nervous. In fact, the teen
in the front passengers seat kept his face in his hands, not once
looking up.
The car pulled into a rundown motel and sped to the back of the
lot. The place was run-down and filthy. The asphalt was cracked
and broken. Pulling into a space, the four black teens quickly
exited the car and motioned for Shawn to follow. He did.
A moment later, Shawn stood in a dark and dirty motel room as his
breath began to hitch and his mind screamed that he should run.
It was a non-descript place, with two large double beds and an
unfolded rollaway bed. The furniture was piled in one corner of
the room along with most of the bedding. What made the boy's
heart race was the people.
Perhaps two-dozen black teenagers stood milling around, looking
every which way but his. Many appeared to be seventeen or
eighteen years old. Some looked barely twelve. They all seemed
anxious, though, their agitated postures demonstrating that most,
if not all, would rather be somewhere else.
In the center of the room, sitting on each bed, were two other
teens. One, an Asian boy of maybe fifteen or sixteen, had his
eyes closed and his head down. He was nerdy looking, with big
glasses and a buttoned up shirt and tie over tan kaki pants. The
other, a fourteen-year-old white boy with shaggy blond hair, was
wearing the school uniform of St. Mark's Academy; a well
respected private school across town.
"Yo. Das it?" said one of the black teens almost reluctantly.
"Yeah, nigga, das it," replied one of Shawn's escorts. The room,
which had been silent, was filled with an almost collective sigh;
most of the teens letting out their breath as if the responding
to a verdict of death. Then, Shawn felt one of the teens guiding
him to the rollaway.
Shawn watched as the large group of black teens began to undress
and, much to his surprise, he found himself undressing as well.
Stripping off his shirt, he folded it neatly and placed it on the
bed. His shoes, socks and pants followed next. Clad only in his
boxers, the teen surveyed the room. Nude bodies began appearing
and Shawn, already panicked, began to feel woozy. Suddenly, two
large black hands grasped his shoulders and pulled him backwards
onto the bed. Before he knew it, Shawn was laying on has back
while another pair of hands pulled his boxers gently off.
Shawn tried to protest but found it impossible. His voice was
gone. As his eyes darted about, he realized that some of the
teenagers had surrounded him and had begun to play with
themselves, their black cocks growing rapidly and lust now
glowing in their eyes. Shawn saw other boys slowly folding up
discarded clothing and placing it on the far furniture while
still others began passing out bottles emblazoned with a
prominent KY. His legs were lifted, then, and a wicked tongue
began lapping at his asshole just as Michael had done days
earlier.
Shawn groaned, feeling the wet appendage worm into his clenched
asshole and wriggle around. "Ohh! Ohh!" he panted as other sound
began to fill the room. Turning his head, Shawn saw both the
asian and white boys also on their backs, a black teen eating
them out. He heard them moaning. He heard the sound of fists
sliding up and down cocks. Then his view was blocked as a teen,
his hard veiny cock glistening with pre-cum, straddled Shawn's
head and lowered the weapon toward the boy's lips.
Shawn's head darted forward, his lips wrapping around the head of
the thick dark meat as his tongue began to swirl around the wet
flesh. Though it tasted somewhat bitter, Shawn had little time to
savor the flavor as the tongue at his rear was replaced by a hard
prodding pole that wasted little time in stretching Shawn's
sphincter wide. Seven inches of black cock disappeared into the
skinny white boy over the course of a few seconds and Shawn
gasped around the cock in his mouth, not because the intruder was
painful, but because the rough invasion caused only the tingle of
pleasure.
The boy on top of him began to thrust into Shawn's mouth as the
boy behind him pulled out and plunged back in. Shawn groaned, his
body on fire. Faster and faster the two teens plowed into him,
the repeated slap slap slap of their thrusts combining with the
moans and groans permeating the room. Shawn reached down to his
stiff cock but was intercepted by a third boy who guided the
white teen's anxious hand to his own stiff black prick. Shawn
understood and began to jerk the cock rhythmically.
"Aw fuck! Yeah fuck! UGH!" cried the boy on top of Shawn. Moments
later, blast after blast of thick spunk flooded Shawn's mouth.
The thirteen-year-old, his head immobilized by the bed behind him
and the cock in his mouth, had no choice but to swallow the gooey
mixture and did so with relish. The bellowing from behind,
followed by a powerful thrust inside of him and a wet warmth
spreading deep in his gut, told Shawn the other black teen was
cumming.
Shawn got no sexual reprieve as, the moment the two pulled their
glistening clocks from his body, he was roughly rolled onto his
hands and knees. Two more cocks thrust violently in him and, with
this new angle, both were able to go considerably deeper than
their predecessors. Shawn choked a bit as the cock in his mouth
pushed past his larynx and down his throat. Rather than complain,
the deep penetration left the boy feeling wonderful. When the ten
inches behind him burst past his second cherry, all Shawn felt
was elation.
Over and over again, Shawn was taken. Cum poured down his throat
while large black cocks pounded his small white ass and shot
their loads deep in his colon. Some of the larger teens rolled
him into a ball before jackhammering him mercilessly. A few of
the younger teens seemed almost embarrassed as they rabbit fucked
him. Occasionally, Shawn would catch a glimpse out of the corner
of his eye of the other white boy getting long-dicked or the
Asian kid getting a massive facial of cum. Like Shawn, both
seemed to enjoy it.
The one constant was Shawn's inability to cum. Whenever he
reached for his cock, a hand would intercept and redirect him. As
Shawn approached orgasm due to the big black cocks sawing
violently over his small prostate, they would inevitably erupt
and pull out just before his body was pushed over the edge.
Climax remained just out of reach for nearly seven hours and,
despite the dozens of loads swallowed and the virtual lake of cum
sloshing around colon, Shawn didn't shoot his load once.
It didn't really matter, though. Just after the sex began, Shawn
found himself floating in clouds of ecstasy. The physical
stimulation was great, no doubt, but something else, something
internal, seemed to flood his system with wonderful and potent
endorphins; endorphins that lasted well after the last climax
faded. Indeed, his hazy mind barely registered the aftermath of
the orgy; how he and the other teens were given showers and
dressed by sympathetic looking black teens, how he was put into
the car and driven back to the school's stadium parking lot, how
Zach met him there and walked him home.
When Shawn slid into bed at 11:37pm, his body was still flushed
with powerful sexual pleasures. Shawn dreamed of cocks and cum
and boys.
Subpart D
Awaking with a start, Shawn lurched upright and gasped for
breath. His body tingled all over and he felt lightheaded. He was
drenched in sweat from head to toe and felt as if he both slept
for days and hadn't slept in a week. He fell back into the bed,
turning his head and noting the time. It was Saturday, 1:19pm.
Shawn's body shuddered a bit, energy coursing though his arms and
legs and torso as if ready to start the day. Yet he was
exhausted. He groaned inwardly. His parents both worked on
Saturdays and he usually slept in. But till 1:19 in the
afternoon? That was unheard of.
Then a torrent of images came crashing down upon Shawn. Images of
the previous night. Of the motel. Of the... orgy. "No," Shawn
whispered quietly to himself. There was no way... He hadn't...
The night's events were crystal clear, though, and Shawn put his
hands over his face while rubbing his eyes. For nearly ten
minutes, all the boy could do was lay still and think on
everything he'd done only hours before. Finally trying to put it
out of his mind, he managed to roll to the edge of his bed, pull
on a pair of boxers, and get up. Walking gingerly to the kitchen,
he grabbed a glass of water, guzzled it down, and rummaged
through the refrigerator. Finding a bit of this and a bit of
that, he munched at the kitchen counter while pondering the day
ahead.
"But first a shower," he said to himself as he moved through the
house. In fact, a nice hot shower was exactly what he needed.
Grabbing a towel, he proceeded to the master bedroom where his
folk's large walk-in shower-stall beckoned him. Hanging up the
towel, he opened the glass door, reached in, and turned the water
on full blast and moderate heat. Then, he returned to his room,
grabbed a pair of shorts and a tee shirt, and headed back into
the bathroom to find the enclosed shower stall thick with
billowing steam. He smiled, setting down his clothing on the
counter while slipping off his boxers. Standing, he looked at
himself in the full length mirror.
His pale toned skin was free from blemishes and it was obvious
that he had some muscles developing. Flexing a bit, Shawn was
pleased to see a slight six-pack. With almost no fat on him, he
was in good shape and knew that lots of the girls thought he was
hot. With the vanity of youth, he stood posing this way and that
way while admiring himself in the mirror.
Unlike previous narcissistic admiring sessions, though, Shawn
found himself paying closer attention to other aspects of his
body. His nipples were pink and small but felt wonderful when his
fingertips grazed them. His penis was soft and plump, hanging
over a nice set of balls that were hairless. In fact, other then
his small thatch of pubes, the hair on his head, and light fuzz
on his arms and legs, Shawn was totally hairless. He raised his
arms, searching intently for a hint of maturity. Nothing.
Suddenly, images of the previous night flashed through his mind
and Shawn spun, bending over and spreading his butt cheeks. His
asshole, rosy and pink, winked at him as he gazed intently at the
little button. It looked fine, he mused, but he had no idea what
it was supposed to look like. Sliding his index finger over the
sensitive hole, Shawn shuddered slightly. It felt nice.
He stood. Thinking about the night's events and touching his
asshole had aroused the teenager somewhat and his cock had
thickened. His hands roamed down to the growing member and he
began to fiddle with it. It felt good and, before he knew it, his
four and a half inch boycock had sprung to attention.
He needed to get off. It had been a week since that crazy dream
where he could have sworn he'd had an orgasm. A week where he had
tried, and failed, to cum. The odd pains as he masturbated
flittered through his mind but a sudden conviction that those
pains were a thing of the past crushed any resistance he had to
jerking off. Turning, he smiled broadly at the medicine cabinet.
Shawn stepped into the hot and humid shower stall with a handful
of Vaseline, quickly shutting the door and turning off the water.
The steam swirled around him and teased his hard body. Shawn
groaned because of that heat, relishing it. Laying down on the
hot ceramic tiles, he quickly spread the grease all around his
pubic mound before grasping his now aching cock with his right
hand. "Ohhhhh....." Shawn groaned, wonderful feelings rushing
through him.
As the steam filled his lungs and the hot and wet tiles warmed
his back, Shawn began to slide his hand up and down his cock.
Slowly at first, the boy picked up speed gradually while his legs
stretched and relaxed and his toes clenched and unclenched. It
felt great.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The small tiled room echoed with his self-stimulation and his low
and urgent moans of delight. Grabbing the base of his cock with
this left hand, he quickly used his right palm to swirl around
the head of his prick as if he were polishing the shiny helmet.
"Oh FUCK!" he said loudly, his abs contracting and his head
coming off the tiled floor. The maneuver sent a shock of pleasure
through his system and Shawn incorporated it into his jack off
pattern. For several minutes, the boy's hand slid roughshod over
his taunt member while he squirmed and thrashed on the wet
ground.
Then it happened. All the energy in his body seemed to be alive
at the same time and building up towards a crescendo. He sped up,
the feelings urging him on to a faster and faster pace. He let
out a long slow groan while his hand flew up and down his cock,
abusing the flesh roughly. He didn't care. All thought left his
mind as he focused on getting off. It was time. He needed to cum.
It had to happen.
The dam broke.
"AHHEEEE OOAAAHHHH!!!!" he screamed, his whole body quivering as
blast after blast of fresh spunk leapt from his throbbing member
and three feet into the air. The hot mess splashed down upon
Shawn just as another volley was launched.
"OHH OHH OHH!!!!!" he yelled in time, the pleasure overwhelming
his motor skills as he let go of his pulsing boyhood and rode the
orgasm fully. A third blast hit him in the face and neck. A
fourth. A fifth. More and more spunk flew out of his cock as
Shawn thrashed about, his climax refusing to abate. The boy was
covered in spunk. The glass walls became muddied with the stuff.
The tiles were drenched in his seed. And still he came. Shawn was
a blubbering mess, incoherent in passion. Cum covered the boy as
one minute became two became three.
After four long minutes, Shawn finally began to come down from
the climactic high. He lay on the bathroom floor, his whole body
tingling and vibrating from the strain of his prolonged
ejaculation. Using his left hand, he carefully wiped away some of
the spunk on his face so as to open his eyes without getting
anything in them. The humidity had lessened considerably, he
thought to himself, though the air now reeked of fresh cum.
"Wow," he said aloud to no one in particular, glancing around
that the amount of spunk covering the walls.
"Wow, indeed," came a voice out of nowhere.
Shawn sat up quickly, his eyes darting around for the speaker.
There was no one in the bathroom with him.
"But then again," the voice continued smugly, "births like mine
are always messy."
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Last Updated: 6/29/18
Story Title: Land of Heroes
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Without further ado...
Chapter 11
"Hey," I said quietly, the morning sun spilling into the room. Tyler, his lithe body
pressed up against mine, looked up at me and smiled sleepily.
"Hi," he said. "You just wake up?"
"A few minutes ago."
"So what were you doing?"
"I was watching you sleep."
The boy scrunched up his face before giving me a dry look. "Seriously?" I shrugged. He
giggled, then. "That's kinda corny." We both chuckled.
"Does it bother you?" I raised an eyebrow. After the previous night, I couldn't help but
be filled with a sense of contentment I'd never felt before. Here, in this bed, with the
boy I'd come to love. It was perfect.
"No," he said. "It's just something you'd hear in a chick flick. I didn't think you were so
gay."
"Me? Gay? Weren't you the one with a dick up your ass last night? Begging me to fuck
you?" I laughed, and Tyler sighed dramatically, the humor in his eyes giving away his
enjoyment at the dig.
"I guess I walked into that one, huh?"
"Yeah," I responded, repositioning myself so that we faced each other. "Are you ok?"
He gave me an incredulous look at the question. "Um... Yeah. Why?"
"Well, we did a lot of stuff last night and I wanted to make sure you were ok with it.
Not uncomfortable."
"Uncomfortable?" Tyler paused for a moment. "Wasn't I the one begging you to fuck
me last night?" He grinned at me. "Doesn't that suggest I wasn't uncomfortable?"
I rolled my eyes. "Are you ever serious?"
"Yes," he said, losing all humor in his face. "I'm serious. I'm seriously glad I'm here. I'm
serious when I say I... I like being with you. That you," he struggled to find the words,
"that you make me feel happy and safe. That you give me butterflies in my stomach."
He looked at me earnestly, as if trying to convey his appreciation and affection.
"Tyler?" I asked, my voice soft.
"Yeah?" he responded.
"That sounded pretty gay."
.........
My comment caused both of us to dissolved into a massive fit of giggles and Tyler,
apparently feeling playful, pounced on me in mock indignation. We wrestled in the bed
for a little while, our bodies rubbing up against each other as we kissed and tussled and
laughed. In the end, our erections needed attention and the two of us traded blowjobs.
Needless to say, it took a while for us to get downstairs.
Quell was already eating breakfast, a smile on his face indicating he had enjoyed the
previous night. His smile morphed into a grin when we sat down, though he didn't
make any comment. After eating, we said farewell to the innkeeper and took to the
road, ambling down the path and out of the village.
The next week and a half flew by, with the three of us traveling toward the Kaylor
mountains and Molg Elharn at a steady pace. Each day, we found ourselves beset by
members of the Black Brotherhood but, while they grew greater in both numbers and
skill, Tyler and I found them more a nuisance than a true threat.
On several occasions, we found ourselves crossing paths with various individuals who
requested our assistance.
Two days from the village of Bonnie Hill, we ran across a peddler whose cart had been
vandalized by pixies. They had come in the night, he told us, and snuck away with parts
he needed if he was to continue traveling. He requested that we find his horse's
missing horseshoes, the beast's bridle, the wagon's missing wagon wheels, the latch to
the back of his wagon, and the man's lucky rabbit's foot. We found the parts within an
hour and the merchant thanked us profusely.
Three days later, we came across a small cemetery and a fatigued cleric. The man
explained that the ghosts of those who had been buried in the cemetery had been riled
up by an evil necromancer and that they needed to be sent to the great beyond. Giving
us a holy symbol, he had us scour the countryside and help ten Wandering Ghosts
leave this plain of existence.
We passed through a hamlet the following afternoon and were hailed down by three
boys of about thirteen. Stopping to speak with them, the lads quickly requested that we
help settle a dispute by acting as a neutral third party. Apparently, the boys were trying
to figure out who had the largest cock among them but, as they were almost exactly
the same size, they had come to disagree about the final result. Dropping their pants,
the boys stroked themselves to erection and we took a look. It was quite difficult
making a determination, it turned out, but one boy was just slightly larger than the
others. We declared him the winner and moved on.
Several days later, we met a hunter who asked us to collect fifteen wolf ears. Prowling
the forest, we quickly found our prey, harvested the requested ears, and turned them
over to the grateful man.
Solving problems and fighting Black Brotherhood members were not the only things we
did, of course. I paid close attention to Quell every time he case DIPPERS LITTLE TENT
and, by the ninth day on the road, I had mastered the spell and was able to cast it at
will. I also discovered that the spell had found it's way into my spell book, confirming to
me that it was absolutely possible to learn spells by observation.
Tyler, Quell, and I bonded over games of Gamat every night. True to his word, Quell's
instruction seemed to make both Tyler and I better players and, by the beginning of the
second week of travel, we found ourselves giving as good as we were receiving when
battling Quell's card. Near the end of the journey, both Tyler and I were even able to
win a few rounds.
Then there was the sex...
Popping Tyler's cherry seemed to set off a spark in the boy that rapidly developed into
a full-blown inferno of lust. Every single night, the boy spread his legs to Quell and I
and the two of us took full advantage of his tight and eager hole. Tyler and I also took
turns fucking Quell, the elf just as eager as the human to get his backside plowed.
On the third night, as I was blowing Quell, Tyler slid behind me and whispered that he
wanted to fuck me. I moaned and nodded, spreading my own legs and giving him
ample access. To my surprise, the boy didn't enter me immediately. Instead, he spread
my ass carefully and slid his tongue deep into my crack. I absolutely squealed as he
began lapping at my puckered hole, the feeling incredibly addicting. The rimjob lasted a
long time, to my delight, but it eventually ended with Tyler shoving his bloated
cockhead into me.
There was no resistance. No pain. Instead, as the boy thrust in and out of me, I was
overcome with the most fantastic feeling of pulsing pleasure and knew, in that moment,
that fucking on Aurora was way different than fucking on Earth. Way different, and way
better.
I inquired about anal sex with Quell the following day and, through some careful
questions, learned that assholes always stayed tight and never were damaged by a
hard fucking. They also were incredibly elastic, easily accommodating the largest pricks
and never needing lubrication. Quell gave me some funny looks as he told me that
every male secreted natural lubrication in and around his asshole and that there was
never any need to add any other substance to make the mating easier.
It made sense. Every night that I fucked Tyler, his asshole seemed virgin-tight but was
easily penetrated. After speaking with Quell, I also discovered I could slip into Tyler
without even needing to lubricate my cock; the boy's asshole becoming slippery the
moment he began to get aroused. My own asshole responded the same way, I
discovered, and I soon began to relish when one of the boys would giving me a hard
fucking in the tent.
The trip ended two days after entering the Kaylor mountains, the huge stone gates of
Molg Elharn only a mile or so away and the three of us eagerly talking about enjoying
the amenities of the Dwarven fortress city. While not a huge city, Quell assured us that
the fortress, which was nestled between two tall peaks, had plenty of opportunities for
us to relax, recharge, and find odd jobs. With the outskirts of the fortress in sight, we
were surprised when a man stepped out from behind a rocky outcropping. He was
dressed, I realized, like a Black Brotherhood assassin. His demeanor, however, was
neither reckless nor aggressive.
"Adventurers," he said calmly. "You have been quite uncooperative. I am displeased. So
are my masters."
"You are a member of the Black Brotherhood?" Tyler asked, withdrawing his axe slowly.
"I am. First Dagger Cecil Maskee, at your service." The man bowed, though it was not a
friendly gesture.
"Are you going to attack us, First Dagger?" Quell called. "Your men have not been able
to best my companions yet."
The man sneered at the elf before turning his attention to us. "No. I am not going to
attack you. I came, instead, to give you a warning. If you allow the elf to enter the
dwarven fortress, the Black Brotherhood will consider it a transgression on the highest
order. Slay him, adventurers, and I will reward you handsomely. If you do not, you will
face the consequences."
"Fuck you," Tyler spit at the man.
"Tyler!" I said, shocked by the bad language. Though he said much more inappropriate
things in the bedroom, such language on the road seemed... out of place.
"Yeah, fuck you!" Quell said, grinning at the small barbarian.
The man raised an eyebrow. "Very well. Do not say you haven't been warned." Slipping
behind the rock, the man disappeared from view. Tyler and I charged, of course,
dodging around the obstacle in order to pursue, and hopefully slay, the assassin. To our
surprise, the man had disappeared.
"Transported away," Quell said, coming up behind us. "If I didn't say it before, I think I
made the right choice asking you to be my companions on this trip." He smiled at us.
I patted the elf on the shoulder before the three of us grabbed the cart and headed into
the stronghold of the dwarves.
.........
As we began to pass the gates, the stone columns chiseled with the visages of dwarven
warriors and kings and a gate guard waving us through, Tyler and I jumped in surprise
as the light of leveling up flashed around us. Pulling up my UI, I realized that I was
indeed now level 10.
"That was weird," Tyler said.
"Maybe we got experience for getting Quell into the city?" I responded.
"Cool," Tyler mused, his eyes darting about as we entered a small courtyard that served
as the entryway into the fortress. Bushy bearded dwarves were everywhere; standing
guard, dealing with pack animals, and working on the open-air forge that was tucked
away in the corner of the stone plaza. They looked like the dwarves from the fantasy
books on earth, all bearded, short of stature, and solid. Red hair was everywhere, as
clear an indication as any that Clan Firewhiskers ruled the mountains.
"Over here," called Quell, the elf having escorted the cart over to a group of dwarves
who appeared happy to see him. While he introduced us as his travel companions and
bodyguards, he introduced the dwarves as representatives of the Dwarven leadership.
Then, with a wide smile, he presented Tyler and I each three gold coins.
"Tyler. Ian." He bowed. "It has been an absolute honor traveling with you. I should be
here in Molg Elharn for the next several months as the trade negotiations transpire.
Please feel free to reach out to me if you require anything that I can provide. I will be
staying in the merchant's district, in the house of Bollar Firewhiskers."
"Aren't you worried about that guy from the Black Brotherhood?" Tyler asked. I nodded
at the question.
"Oh no!" Quell responded, chuckling. "They can't reach me here."
"Those right bastards could try," one of the dwarves said, "but I know that they'd be
cut down long before they could touch a hair on the elf's head!" The dwarves laughed,
slapping each other on the back.
Pointing us in the direction of the merchant district, Quell said his farewell and left with
the dwarves. Tyler and I shrugged before taking the reins of the horse and heading
towards the merchants. Quell was a nice kid and I think we were both going to miss
him.
A merchant bought all the crates of salted fish, absolutely delighted at the seafood.
Another merchant bought all the loot we'd picked up over the past two weeks, with
swords and armor and bows and knickknacks being hauled into his back room as his
eyes glittered with greed. A third merchant bought the cart and the horse, once again
relegating Tyler and I to travel by foot.
We made an absolute killing.
"You know," I said to the boy as we ate dinner at a small outdoor stand selling roasted
boar shanks and cheese pies. "If we want to retire from adventuring, we could always
set up a business bringing fish to this mountain. It's pretty lucrative." Tyler nodded, his
face stuffed with a hearty cheese pie.
Swallowing a moment later, the boy responded, "Good to know, but I'm not done being
a hero yet!" I nodded in agreement. "Ian," he started, "I'm looking at my UI and it
doesn't look any different from when we were level 9. What do you think we gained at
level 10?"
Pulling up my own UI, I pondered the question. "I don't know," I said. "Maybe we didn't
gain anything."
.........
Finding a clean and respectable looking inn, Tyler and I checked in for the night, took a
bath, and crawled into bed. Our first night without Quell, the two of us absolutely
mauled each other sexually. We licked. We sucked. We teased. We giggled. Eventually,
Tyler had his first climax as I tongued his sensitive butthole and teased his hard little
nail. Then I came after a prolonged session fucking the lad, with the eager boy jerking
himself off to a powerful orgasm during my enthusiastic pounding. We slept hard,
unsure of what we would be doing the following day.
When we got downstairs, the innkeeper, a dwarf named Sallo, handed each of us a
piece of paper as he served us our breakfast. Tyler and I exchanged glances, this
having been the first time either of us had been given mail here in Aurora. "Both came
for yah this morning," the dwarf said before working his way over to another customer.
Opening mine, I scanned the page. "Ian. I am Thorlius Spellweaver, Journeyman Mage
and Arcane Caller. I write to you on behalf of the Runic Tower. I need to speak with
you. Please bring this letter to Stoneshaper Joja at the wizard's spire in Molg Elharn.
Thank you." I frowned. Who was Thorlius Spellweaver and why was he writing to me?
"This is weird," Tyler said, his face scrunched up as he read his own letter.
"How so?" I asked slowly, still puzzling out my message.
The boy looked at me and shrugged. "Take a look," he said, handing me his own paper.
Looking at it, I frowned as well. In nearly illegible script, it read: "I AT GATE NO GO IN
DWARVES SAY SO YOU COME HERE TYLER WE TALK MOCHAK IRONFUR"
Huh?
We finished breakfast, staring at the papers and wondering what this was about. Then,
a flash of inspiration struck me. "Tyler!" I said, suddenly.
"What?" He looked at me curiously.
"I just thought of something." The boy raised his eyebrow. "We both just turned level
10. That's kind of a big deal, right? Double digits?"
"Ok..." the boy said, not understanding.
"My letter is written by a mage. Yours looks like it was written by someone...
uneducated. Maybe a barbarian? What if these are quests for us? Like, for our class or
something? That happened a lot in Land of Heroes and other games like it. You hit an
important level and some NPC writes to you and starts you on a class specific quest."
"That... sounds good, I guess," Tyler said. "Maybe?"
We finished breakfast and headed out the door, quickly finding the front gate. As we
approached, a dwarf guard spotted us and waved us down. "One of yah be Tyler?" he
asked, his gruff voice like gravel.
"Me," Tyler responded.
"There's a barbarian outside the gate ask'n for yah. We let him send in a message but
we don't let orcs into Molg Elharn. Better go out ta see what he wants."
We nodded and slipped through the open gate, immediately seeing a huge orc sitting
across the road. With light green skin and rather intimidating tusks, the orc was busily
eating a huge haunch of meat. I noticed that he was nearly nude, wearing only a kilt of
animal fur that contained a variety of small pouches. He didn't even have shoes! Laying
next to him was a massive axe, the thing almost as big as I was and certainly heavier.
Looking up at us, he waved with one greasy hand before tearing off a chunk of the
flesh. Tyler and I looked at each other, unsure what to do. We hadn't met a nice orc,
though Quell had told us that some generally evil races had good individuals within it.
We approached cautiously.
The orc didn't look at me. Instead, he gave a toothy grin at Tyler. "You is Tyler? You is
barbarian?" His voice rumbled, a low base that almost seemed to shake the ground.
"I am," Tyler said, puffing out the chest. If he was nervous, he didn't show it. I was
kind of impressed, actually.
"I is Mochak Ironfur. I is Great Claw of Bear Tribe. Wiseman of tribe have vision of you
coming to dwarf mountain. Sent Mochak Ironfur to find you. Get you. Bring you to tribe.
We go now?" While his speech was very rough, there was an earnestness to it that was
hard to understate. His grin, looking somewhat alien on his green and scarred face, was
endearing.
"Um... Why should I go to your tribe?" Tyler asked. Though he did not raise the
question in a challenging manner, he still asked with steel in his voice. I nodded at
Tyler. He was one impressive kid.
The orc pondered the question for a moment before rising to his feet. He was
absolutely enormous, easily seven feet tall and three hundred pounds of pure muscle.
His body seemed sculped, reminding me of a true bodybuilder, and I almost chuckled at
the difference in size between he and Tyler. It was stunning to behold and I took a step
backwards. Tyler did not. "You come with Mochak Ironfur to become true barbarian.
Become part of Bear Tribe. Become master of wilderness. Warrior of legend. Great
honor in Bear Tribe. Great heroes." His grin never waivered.
"So if we come with you, then I can become a stronger barbarian?" Tyler asked slowly.
The orc screwed up his face, glancing to me for the first time. His eyes widened, almost
as if he didn't realize I was there. "No, tiny Tyler barbarian. You come. Wizard stay."
"Now wait a second," I said sternly, grasping Tyler's shoulder and raising my staff. "The
hell I will stay. Where he goes, I go." There was no fucking way I was going to let Tyler
go somewhere without me. Especially some barbarian tribe I knew nothing about.
The orc chuckled. "Wizard. Boy barbarian invited. You not. Simple. He choose. He come
or he stay."
"I... but... Ian's my friend. I'm not going anywhere without him." He looked up at me,
nodding. I nodded back.
"You invited. He not," the huge orc said again to Tyler, sitting back down on the ground.
"Mochak Ironfur stay here for three moons. Then leave. You come find Mochak Ironfur
if you want come to Bear Tribe. To become great barbarian. Not come forever. Only
seven moons. Then Mochak bring you back here to dwarf home. You choose." He
started back at the meat, ignoring us.
Tyler and I entered Molg Elharn without saying a word. It simply wasn't going to
happen and I knew Tyler agreed with me.
.........
We soon found ourselves standing in front of the wizard spire of Molg Elharn. It was not
difficult to find, with many signs in the fortress city pointing the way. The entrance was
a grand archway, leading into a worked stone hall filled with marble pillars. Tyler had
been quiet as we traversed the town, no doubt stunned at the audacity of the orc
outside the gate. To think that he would go off with that orc! Ridiculous.
A dwarf in a long grey robe approached us as we entered, raising his hand in greeting.
"Good day, heroes. What are yah about?"
"I'm looking for Stoneshaper Joja? I received a letter directing me to seek him out." I
handed the dwarf the letter but he only glanced at it.
"O'course! Over there!" He pointed to another dwarf down the hall, the older dwarf's
beard a thick grey with only light streaks of red. We approached, catching the dwarf's
eye immediately.
"The name is Joja. Stoneshaper Joja. Can I help yah?" He was polite, sitting on the
bench with an open book in his hand.
"I'm Ian. This note said I needed to speak with you?"
"Yes. Yes. Ian. A wizard, right? Thorlius Spellweaver wants to see you in the Runic
Tower. You ready to go?"
"The Runic Tower?" I asked.
A look of confusion passed across the dwarfs wrinkled face before he smiled in
understanding. A twinkle in his eye showed his sudden mirth. "Ah, I understand. You
have not been adventuring long, have you young man?"
I shook my head. "No. I'm sorry."
"Not to worry," the dwarf said, closing the book and putting it in his satchel. "The Runic
Tower is a meeting place for wizards, a place where those who study the arcane arts
can seek refuge and training."
"Do all wizards go to the Runic Tower?" I asked, intrigued. Sounded to me like this was
some sort of class quest.
"Oh no, lad," the dwarf answered. "The Runic Tower is just the local wizard hall. There
are others like it throughout Aurora. But it's the local one. Most wizards in the
surrounding three hundred miles or so have been to the Runic Tower at least a couple
of times. Great place to learn. But local. You ready to go? I'll transport you."
"Transport me?" I asked.
"That's why Thorlius Spellweaver sent you to me," he answered. "I handle most of the
transportation spells from Molg Elharn to other places. So you want to go?"
I looked down at Tyler. The boy was nibbling on his bottom lip, lost in thought. I
grinned. He was probably wondering what kind of challenges we would face at the
Runic Tower. I turned to the old dwarf spellcaster. "I guess we are ready."
"Oh. Well that's a bit awkward. The boy can't go," the mage said, looking sheepish.
"That's the rule, lad. Only wizards."
"You're kidding," I groaned. "Really?"
"Really. But you should only be gone for a week. I'm sure your barbarian friend has
someplace he can go to train and learn. Right?"
Mother fucker. It was a class quest. Only, we were each supposed to go our own way.
What had the orc said? That Tyler would be gone for seven moons? So... a week? I
sighed. The universe wanted each of us to do this class specific quest line by ourselves.
Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!
I was about to decline when Tyler spoke up. "Ian," he said. I looked at him. He had
puffed out his chest slightly and looked determined. Oh shit. It all clicked into place.
"No," I said.
"Yes," he countered.
"No way."
"I think we've got to."
"We don't. We can walk away right now."
"And maybe miss out on something important?"
"I'd rather that than something bad happen to you with me not there."
"And what makes you think something bad would happen to me? Has there been
anything in our... time here in Aurora that has indicated something bad might happen
to me?"
"Well..." Shit. The kid had a point. "No, but..."
"Yeah, that's what I figured."
I grabbed Tyler's shoulder and maneuvered him into a corner, away from the ears of
the various wizards in the hall. The old wizard, Joja, grinned before reaching into his
sack and pulling out his book. "Tyler," I began.
We argued for nearly an hour. I said it was too risky. Tyler said it was worth it. Then
we decided to head back to the inn, as lunch was going to be soon. We argued during
the walk. We argued during the meal. Eventually, Tyler told me I was being an idiot
and he went up to the room, slamming the door in my face when I tried to follow.
I wandered around the town for a while, staying close to the inn. I shopped for a bit,
not buying anything and trying to figure out the words necessary to convince the boy
that splitting up was a bad idea. When I got back to the inn, I found Tyler sitting at the
bar and drinking an ale. He didn't acknowledge me.
"You know, in every horror movie, things go to shit when the party splits up." I said it
half joking. Tyler didn't respond. I ordered a beer and we sat in silence, the day slipping
by.
We ate dinner early before Tyler informed me that he was going to go out and do some
shopping. I told him he had better not go out to talk to the orc. He gave me a dirty look
before storming out. By the time he crawled into bed that night, I had begun to worry
that he had actually left. He didn't say a word to me before falling asleep.
The next morning was filled with a similar tension, though Tyler's anger had apparently
dimmed down. He was civil to me as we got ready, which was a step in the right
direction, but he seemed almost... sad.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "Tyler," I practically pleaded. "I'm sorry but my mind
is made up. It's simply too risky for us to leave each other." We were sitting at a table
in the common room, eating a late breakfast.
He turned and looked at me, his face sad. "You know," he began, "this place isn't Earth.
It's... different. Better. Here, there's... freedom. Adventure." He smiled gloomily. "When
we first ended up here, I was really scared. Really really scared. But I learned, really
fast, that there is nothing to fear. Mainly because you made me not be scared anymore.
But also because of how different this place is. Remember what we've learned? That
boys as young as seven go out and get jobs. That boys my age, like Quell or Nellie, are
capable and independent and... respected. I like that. I really like that."
"You can be capable and independent and respected," I said quietly. "I respect you."
He shook his head. "I don't think you do, Ian. Remember when I went down the tunnel
in the goblin cave and you spanked me afterwards? And you made me promise I would
do what you wanted." I nodded. "That's not... respect. That's... umm... that's forcing me
to not be free. To be, like, a slave." I gave him a sour look. "Ok! Ok, not a slave exactly.
But like a kid back on Earth. Here, boys younger than me make decisions for
themselves. Here, I don't get that same right. It's kinda sinking in that, even though I'm
surrounded by people who are free to do what they want, I'm... not."
I pondered what he had said for several minutes. My stomach was twisted in a knot as
his words hit home. He was... right. I didn't respect him; not like I should. Since coming
to Aurora a month ago, we had been through a lot of stuff. Never once did he
demonstrate that he couldn't be trusted. Never once did he seem to make bad, childish
decisions. Hell, I'd even allowed him to have sex. But I was worried. What if he went
somewhere and something happened? What if some magic spell or bullshit put us
hundreds, or thousands, of miles away?
"I'm just scared," I said finally. "I'm scared that something might happen that will
separate us. I couldn't take it if I lost you." I looked away from him.
"Well," he said, thoughtfully, "you are a wizard. Do you think there is anything you
could do to make sure I don't get lost?"
Shit...
.........
After a brief discussion with Stoneshaper Joja, we found ourselves standing in front of
Maker Foz Boulderbottom. The plump dwarf, his cheerful demeanor putting me at ease,
answered my questions, proposed some solutions, and, after confirming he could do
the work, took two gold and twenty silver from both Tyler and I with a suggestion that
we come back the following morning. The rest of the day went smoothly, with Tyler
and I wandering around the town and relaxing as best we could. That night, we were
even able to screw around a bit.
The next morning, we found ourselves in Maker Boulderbottom's shop. "My customers!"
he said as he came out of the back room. "Your order is done!"
Opening up a small box, he presented us each with a silver ring. Slipping them on, the
crafter gave Tyler and I the proper incantations to make them work before walking us
through a detailed explanation of our newest magical items.
"These two rings are known as Rings of Linking. They are, in fact, linked to each other.
After saying the activation phrase, the rings disappear from your finger and become
both invisible and ethereal. The reason for this security measure, of course, is so that
no enemy can take the ring from you. If he can't see it, and he can't touch it, he can't
steal it!" The dwarf laughed. "Give it a try!"
Both Tyler and I said the magic activation words and, much to our surprise, the rings
disappeared. In fact, it felt like they were totally gone; being both invisible to the eye
and losing all substance. In fact, had I not known I was wearing the ring, I would have
no idea it existed.
"Perfect!" the mage said. "Now, don't tell anyone you have those rings on you. Only the
most powerful magic users can detect them so, if you keep them secret, none should
be the wiser. The next part is rather easy. Simply mutter the next incantation and close
your eyes."
I did so and was shocked to see a picture form on the inside of my eyelids. It was of
Tyler, sitting next to me in the office of the merchant. The detail was clear and, as I
concentrated, I was able to move the image around my companion 360 degrees. I also
had a slightly formed misty arrow pointing in his direction.
"As you can see, these rings allow you to view your companion. While you won't be
able to speak, you can at least see each other and know that the other is safe. You can
also tell which direction you would have to travel to find them, a useful tool if one of
you ever finds yourself in need of rescuing. Now, when you are done viewing the other
person, say the next incantation and the image disappears."
I did so and, when I closed my eyes again, I only saw darkness.
"Cool," said Tyler, looking excited.
We spent the next hour playing around with the rings, walking through the city and
forming images of each other in our minds. Then we tracked each other down, using
the directional arrow that helpfully pointed us towards the other. The mage had told us
that these rings have no range limit, giving us the ability to be thousands of miles apart
but still able to see that the other was safe.
With this tool in hand, I felt considerably better.
.........
"You is ready?" Mochak Ironfur said to Tyler as we approached him later that day. The
orc was in the same spot as before, sitting on his bottom and doodling in the dirt. He
stood when we got near him, grinning broadly.
"I am ready," Tyler said. He absolutely shivered with anticipation. On the way out here,
he had told me that he was very excited to have the opportunity to learn from other
barbarians and that he couldn't wait to see what challenges he would face. I nodded
along, still somewhat apprehensive but nonetheless willing to let him make this decision.
"But you will bring me back in a week, right?"
"Yes! Yes! Seven moons! Good! Good!" Mochak gave a great burst of enthusiasm
before sticking two fingers between his lips and blowing. A piercing whistle assaulted
our ears for a moment and Mochak, his task complete, began to clap his hands
excitedly. "You become great, little Tyler! Bear Tribe powerful barbarians. Learn much!
Grow strong!"
A loud roar echoed in the distance and, within seconds, a huge grizzly bear came into
view. The things was bigger than a car. Bigger than an SUV. It was impossibly big, a
dire bear to be sure. It loped towards us at a trot and my eyes grew larger and larger.
"That Stinky. Friend of Mochak. Fight beside Mochak in many battles. Stinky very
strong."
I was tempted to raise my staff as the thing got closer, a primal terror rising up in my
gut as the vicious carnivore got closer and closer. Tyler seemed unaffected, standing
with his back straight and his eyes forward. Soon, the bear reached us and Mochak
headbutted it affectionately, the bear and orc growling at each other before the bear
began to lick the giant barbarian's face the way a dog might greet it's owner. Then they
began to wrestle, rolling around playfully as Tyler watched on in fascination and I
looked on with incredulity. Finally, the two ceased their roughhousing and settled down.
"We go? Now?" Mochak asked Tyler. Tyler nodded.
"We go now." He said.
Mochak nodded and began packing up his few possessions, stuffing them into a huge
sack that was tied underneath the bear's giant head. After everything was thrust into
the sack, including his huge axe, the orc, to my great surprise, reached into his kilt and
released whatever had been holding it up. The skirt fell to the ground, leaving the orc
totally nude before us. Tyler and I both gasped, the massive orc ignoring our stares as
he picked up the kilt and slid it into the sack. His green cock was as big as he was, a
python hanging over a sack of nuts the size of oranges.
"Naked. Tyler. Naked. To ride Stinky. Must be naked. Rude if not naked."
We stood still for several moments, trying to process what the orc was talking about.
Apparently impatient, Mochak reached over and, rather gently, took Tyler's backpack
and tossed it into the giant sack. Tyler's weapon followed. Then, as I watched, the orc's
massive green hands quickly stripped Tyler's clothing off of the stunned lad until the
boy was as naked as the orc. The clothing went into the bag.
Mochak gave Tyler an appraising look. "Nice. Hot. We have fun later. Now, we go. We
ride."
Before Tyler or I could say anything, Mochak grasped the small boy around the waist
and lifted him up onto Stinky's wide shoulders. Jumping up, the orc slipped a leg over
the bear as well and the bear rose to it's full height. With Tyler's smooth pale body
pressed back against the orc's green skin, and probably feeling the orc's massive cock
resting against his ass, the boy suddenly came out of his trance and gave a grunt of
surprise. The two nude figures, riding bareback on a bear nearly the size of an elephant,
looked at me before the animal spun away and began to gallop down the path.
"I'll see you in a week!" yelled Tyler, looking back at me with a huge grin.
"In a week!" I yelled back, watching as they disappeared down the road. Fingering my
ring finger, though, I knew I would be seeing Tyler well before the week was over. In
fact, I was going to be checking on the boy every half hour until I was satisfied he was
safe. Turning, I headed back into the dwarf stronghold.
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Warning: This story is unsuitable for minors and contains explicit descriptions of sexual
activity considered taboo (and illegal) in most (if not all) jurisdictions. If such activity
offends you, DO NOT read any further. I do not condone any illegal activity and stress
that this work is fiction, fantasy, and in no way meant to reflect reality. Sexual abuse of
minors is a very serious issue and I encourage anyone tempted to engage in such
behavior to seek immediate help.
This story is a work in progress. I am tinkering with it off and on and cannot give an
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Last Updated: 4/20/18
Story Title: Land of Heroes
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Without further ado...
Chapter 6.
"I have to admit, though, your tongue did feel great when you moved it like that,"
Nellie said to Mazur a while later.
"Thanks, but like I said, I couldn't have done it so enthusiastically had Kelar not been
pounding me with such skill. I haven't had that good of a breeding in weeks." Mazur
responded.
"You are too kind," Kelar chuckled.
The three had been discussing our little orgy for nearly ten minutes, trading
complements and exchanging preferred techniques. All three told Tyler and I that they
regretted that we didn't participate much and apologized that they started without us.
Kelar expressed his dismay that I hadn't made use of his hole, which he
none-to-gracefully told me was mine whenever I chose, and Mazur told Tyler that he
had purposely saved some room underneath him so that he and Tyler could have 69ed
after he got Nellie off. Tyler and I took the conversation in stride, though I was slightly
embarrassed and I could tell that Tyler, though he nodded in all the right places and
casually deflected certain statements and question, was confused about what it all
meant.
My little partner was lost.
"If you three don't mind, Tyler and I need to talk about some things. Do you mind if we
fall back for a bit to talk?" The other party members seemed slightly confused by the
request but didn't object as Tyler and I slowed down, eventually ending up twenty
paces or so behind our companions.
Tyler looked up at me. "What do we need to talk about?" he asked, suspiciously
innocent. It didn't fool me.
"The waterfall. I can tell you are confused about some of the things that happened.
Now's your chance. What do you want to know?" In for a penny, in for a pound. This
world, Aurora, was apparently filled with sex and I'd be damned if I didn't give Tyler the
tools to understand his environment. I didn't want the poor boy ignorant to the point
that someone could take advantage of him.
He grinned, then, and sighed. "Was it that obvious?" I nodded. "It was sex stuff. I took
health in school. I know about sex stuff." The boy looked at me earnestly with that
statement, clearly trying to demonstrate that he was not completely uninformed.
"I know that. I remember taking sexual education. But they only talked about men and
women having sex. And even then, it was dry and clinical. I remember it being kinda
boring, even though I started off really excited to learn about all the naughty bits. But
they didn't really tell us about the sex part of it other than that the penis went in the
vagina. Only the human reproductive shit. Hell," I said, pondering for a second, "I don't
even think they told us about masturbation. Didn't you tell me the other day that they
told you about jacking off at your sex education class?"
The boy nodded. "Yeah, but it wasn't much. It took me a couple of tries to get the hang
of it."
"Did they tell you about how guys have sex with each other?"
"Umm... No."
"So do you want me to tell you?"
Tyler nodded, his face suddenly serious. "Please?"
"Ok. So I guess we should start at the beginning..."
I started by telling Tyler that sex was fun and that everyone likes sex. I told him it was
important that, before you have sex with someone, you make sure they are all right
with having sex. I told him that some people liked sex with the opposite gender and
some like having sex with the same gender.
"Like gay and straight?" he asked.
"Yep. You got it." I informed him that some people like having sex with both men and
women. Then, I told him that there were lots of kinds of sex that were taboo.
"What does taboo mean?"
I explained that Earth had some very specific opinions about what was acceptable
sexual behavior and what was not acceptable sexual behavior. I explained the incest
taboo and the reasons for it. I explained the taboo against necrophilia and bestiality. I
then explained to him the taboo of pedophilia and how having sex with kids was
considered wrong.
"Is that why I was always told that I shouldn't let anyone touch my... my cock?"
I nodded. I proceeded to tell him that this world, Aurora, seemed not to have the same
considerations as to what counted as taboo and explained how the sexual activity we
had engaged in at the waterfall and the bathing room back in the Sleepy Vale would be
unacceptable back on Earth.
"But that's stupid. I really liked it and nobody forced me to do it or hurt me."
I told him that I agreed with him but that I didn't make the rules. Though he remained
indignant in the way a kid can be indignant when told he can't do something, we
moved on to an overview of the biology of sex. I did a brief review of the birds and the
bees as a starting point and Tyler, despite telling me that he had already learned that
stuff, seemed really interested in what I was saying; asking several insightful questions
and making several requests for clarification. Once we had covered nerve endings,
orgasm, semen, and puberty, I went on to describe gay sex.
I explained about masturbation again, though he and I had somewhat covered that
topic days earlier. Then I told him about blowjobs. From blowjobs, I jumped to the
classic sixty-nine position which Tyler found hilarious. The asshole was our next topic of
conversation and we discussed why the asshole was sensitive, why men put fingers and
cocks into each other's assholes, and the need for good lubrication and stretching
before engaging in anal sex.
"So... what's the love button?" Tyler asked, and I nearly choked. "I heard Mr. Lanlor say
something about a love button when I was jerking him off, but I wasn't paying
attention and kinda forgot to ask you about it later. What is it?"
I explained what the prostate was and why men liked to have their prostates played
with. Tyler repeatedly asked me to clarify the level of pleasure involved and I could tell
that he was thinking that having his own prostate played with might be something he
was interested in. I did the best I could before Tyler asked me about Mazur using his
tongue on Nellie's anus.
Rimming became the next subject of conversation and Tyler was astonished. "But... but
it's so dirty, right?"
"Not if you clean yourself well back there. Plus, some folks like it a little dirty." Tyler
looked at me dubiously but accepted my explanation. Dildo's entered the conversation
at that point and I pulled out the small pink Magic Dildo which I had acquired in the
wandering wizard's satchel. Tyler giggled, playing with the little tool for a few moments
before giving it back to me.
I told him about fetishes, figuring that it might be worthwhile information. He was
particularly curious about the foot fetish and bondage but was totally uninterested in
urination. Then he asked about slang terms and I told him every single one I knew for
every aspect of sex for which I could think. Before I knew it, I had run out of topics.
"Any questions?" I asked.
He had many. The next hour or so was filled with me answering some very specific and
some very broad questions as best I could. Yes, I considered myself gay. Yes, I liked
men and boys. Yes, I had jacked off before thinking of him. Yes, I had sexual partners
in high school. No, I didn't know if he was gay or straight. No, his sexuality was not set
in stone at age twelve.
The last bit seemed to worry him and I decided to probe a bit. "Tyler, why are you
asking about your own sexuality?"
"Well... Umm... I never really thought about sex before coming to Aurora. Even when I
jacked off, I was more focused on the feelings and not really thinking about anybody
else. So... So I don't know if I'm straight or gay." He said the last part nervously, as if
he expected me to rebuke him.
"Tyler," I said, stopping our walk so that I could turn and face him. Squatting down on
my haunches, I took his hands in mine and looked him in the eye. "Tyler, I don't care if
you are straight, gay, or anything in between. If you decide you enjoy fooling around
with me and other men and boys, that's totally fine. If you decide at some point you
only like girls, that's totally fine too."
"Really?"
"Really. I will never ask you to do something you don't want to do and, if anyone ever
asks you to do something you are uncomfortable with, I will stop them. Understand? All
you need to do is tell me."
He nodded. "Ok. I will. But... But I want you to know I've really enjoyed all the sex stuff
so far. All of it."
I smiled. "That's fine and I'm glad. But regardless of sex stuff, I want you to know
something, kiddo. I... I love you. I love you like family. We don't have anyone but each
other so I want you to know that you are my family and I love you and I will do
everything I can to protect you."
He grinned, his face showing true appreciation at my statement. Then he hugged me,
whispering in my ear, "I love you too, Ian. Thanks for being my big brother."
Then he pulled back and, with a serious face, added, "But I bet me tasting your cum
earlier was pretty gay, huh?"
We were still laughing when we eventually caught up with our companions.
.........
The foothills were well suited for an orc fortress, their thickly forested topography
obscuring any attempt at observing the landscape in any meaningful fashion. When
Mazur told us we were almost an hour from our target, Kelar called for a halt and
informed us that we were going to set up a small fallback camp to which we could all
retreat should our mission go sideways. Mazur, concerned that orc bandits might be
about, volunteered to scout the area in more depth. Nellie quickly announced his
intention to go with the druid, stating that his goal was to learn about forest stealth
from the older man. As the two began to leave, Tyler asked if he could tag along. As a
barbarian, he pressed, he should have some working knowledge of the natural world.
No one disagreed.
Mazur, Nellie, and Tyler had been gone for almost fifteen minutes and Kelar and I were
making progress setting up our temporary camp. Our conversation was lighthearted
and jovial, friendly small talk of little consequence punctuated by a more serious
discussion of our upcoming trek into the orc encampment. Eventually, the man asked,
"So what were you and Tyler talking about for so long this morning? It seemed like a
very serious conversation."
I shrugged. An innocuous question, I answered without much thought. "He had some
questions about sex. Since I'm sort of his guardian, I figured I needed to explain some
things to him. The waterfall was the first time he had seen a lot of that stuff."
As I was still stacking rocks to form our firepit, it took me a moment to realize that my
cohort had fallen quiet. When I looked up, I realized that Kelar was looking at me with
a mixture of confusion and incredulity. "What do you mean, exactly?" he asked, slowly.
My senses came rushing back at that moment and I took a second to compose my
answer. For some reason, I felt like this was strange ground. Not dangerous, per se,
but rather an unusual conversation whose ramifications I couldn't anticipate. "Well...
You see... Tyler has very little sexual experience. Since I'm taking care of him, I realized
that he was probably confused about what happened and I thought I should explain it
to him."
Kelar seemed to ponder that for a moment before he asked, "You are his guardian?" I
nodded. He looked at me with an odd expression. "And he has little sexual experience?
Surely, the lad has had his fair share of lovers? Cocks up his ass? Down his throat? He's
fucked a few boy's his age? A few men?"
I shook my head in the negative. Kelar, it seemed was just as surprised about this fact
as Gus was back in the Sleepy Vale.
A long silence stretched out between us. Finally, when I was about to ask the man why
these things were important, he spoke. "You and he... the two of you are not from here,
are you?"
"We're not locals, if that is what you are asking," I responded, hedging my answer as
best I could.
"No. I mean you are not from Aurora. You are from another world." He said it in such a
matter of fact manner, I couldn't think of how to respond. Having grown up a fan of
fantasy and science fiction, a little voice in my head was shouting about the danger of
introducing the concept of multiple worlds or parallel universes or alternate realities into
a relatively simple society. If I said yes, would Tyler and I get burned at the stake for
heresy? My mind was racing.
Kelar apparently saw panic on my face because he smiled sympathetically and raised
his hands in a calming gesture. "Peace, Ian. Peace. I know there are other worlds out
there. Most here in Aurora do not carry that knowledge but I do. There is no need to be
concerned."
I calmed. "How... How did you know?"
"You said two things that were quite strange. First, you said that you were Tyler's
guardian. Boys here in Aurora are their own beings around age seven and are treated
as adults at that time. No boy his age would have a guardian. It's unthinkable. Second,
and certainly more suspicious, was the fact that you suggested he lacked sexual
knowledge. No boy his age would be so innocent, as sex is as common here in Aurora
as drawing breath. By his age, Nellie had probably had hundreds of men and boys in his
bed and Nellie, our little rogue, is the shyest lad I've ever met in my travels. That a
young man like Tyler would be a virgin? No. Never. It doesn't happen."
I nodded. Good information to know. I remember Gus having said something similar,
but I had dismissed it at the time, believing, apparently erroneously, that the man was
talking nonsense. Then something dawned on me. "Alright, I can buy that. But that
doesn't logically lead one to assume there are other worlds out there. How did you
come to conclude that?"
"Because I'm from another world." The man made the statement simply, his voice quiet
but filled with sincerity. I believed him, though I didn't know how to feel about the
revelation.
"You're from Earth?" I whispered, stunned.
"Earth? No. Is that the place you come from?" Again, I nodded. "No Ian, I am from a
planet called Tellar. I found myself in Aurora several years ago. There is no magic in my
home universe so I know that my planet, and this place, are not in the same plane of
existence. Yet here I am."
"How?" I asked.
He sighed. "Several hundred years ago, my people suffered a great rift between the
genders. Men and women, who had lived in relative harmony for millennia, found
themselves on opposite sides of an irreconcilable argument. Discord grew. Fights began.
Wars started. After a bloody and bitter conflict, women came out the victors and
subjugated the male population. They used advanced genetic engineering..."
He looked at me to see if I understood the word and I nodded. "Earth has some
understanding of genes and genome mapping and such."
"So your people have technology much more advanced than the level of technology
here on Aurora?"
Again, I nodded.
"Well," he continued, "they used advanced genetic engineering to reduce the birthrate
of men to approximately one baby boy born for every five thousand baby girls. Men
became nothing more than a source of genetic material for the species while serving as
domestic servants, farmworkers, and general labor."
"I'm... sorry. That's terrible."
"Tellar is a beautiful world filled with wonders beyond imagination. And yet, it was a
prison for me."
Insight flashed through my brain. "Because you're gay?"
He smiled. "Guessed it in one. Yes, I'm gay. And in a world dominated and controlled
by women, with few men around me, my prospects for sex, let alone love, were almost
nonexistent."
"So how did you end up here?"
"I started a rebellion. Though I was only in my early twenties, I began reaching out to
all the men I knew, and we hatched a plan that we believed would take decades to see
fulfillment. We wanted to overthrow the status quo and gain our freedom so we began
to take action."
"Did you succeed?" I inquired softly, fascinated by the story I was being told.
"I don't know. We had a... a bomb that was supposed to cripple the central data
processing center for our southern hemisphere. I planted it but, before it could go off, I
was captured. I... I took my own life before they could interrogate me for the location
of the explosive. I woke up here, in this world, without knowing if our plan succeeded."
His face fell with regret. I stood, crossed over to him, and sat down. Laying my hand on
his shoulder, I said, "I'm sorry."
"This is a wonderful world. I'm grateful that I'm here. When I woke, I found a small
note next to my body telling me that I had been brought here because of my heroic
actions on Tellar and that I could live the rest of my life in this place. I've been here
ever since."
Kelar went on to explain that he was only level 5 because he resisted becoming a hero
for years. Swords and magic were never of great interest to him throughout his life so
he didn't feel particularly drawn to the hero moniker. It wasn't until a month ago when
a passing conversation with a paladin demonstrated the goodness he could contribute
to the world that he decided to take up the sword of righteousness.
"Do you think there are others, like us?" I asked.
"Had you asked me yesterday, I would have said that I was unique. Now, knowing you
and Tyler come from another world, I have to assume there are others out there."
"Do you think..."
"No," he interjected, interrupting me mid-question. "You are going to suggest finding
others but that would be folly. There is no way to tell who they may be and, even they
are found, what good will come from meeting them? The knowledge of alternate
realities does no one any good here on Aurora. It's only a reminder of our pasts."
"And we need to be thinking about our future," I said, realizing he was right.
"Exactly. Think about the happiness that we can create here, not the sadness of lives
long lost."
.........
As our companions came back into our camp, I resolved myself to share the
conversation with Tyler later. I wasn't going to keep something like that from him as he
deserved to know the truth. But Kelar's insights were right. We needed to focus on
building happiness here in Aurora. And if we did find others who were from different
universes, then we could share our tale with them and encourage them to do the same.
"We should get moving," said Mazur. "The sun is just past it's zenith and now would be
an excellent time to enter the orc stronghold."
"I agree," Kelar added. "This small camp is ready. Should anyone get separated from
the party, come here. Everyone remember what our objectives are?"
"Find the Vicar's Chapel Boy," Nellie said.
"Kill Chief Grumph and Warlock Lumph," Tyler added.
"Collect 5 Religious Artifacts," I asserted.
"Right. Let's head out." We followed Kelar's lead and soon found ourselves slinking
through the forest. Kelar continued as we traveled, "Here are the roles for the party.
I'm going to be the primary warrior, drawing attention to myself and trying to ensure
that no enemies are able to harm any of you. Tyler, you are the secondary warrior. Use
your quick reflexes to dart in and out, dealing damage but staying safe. Nellie and Ian,
you both will be attacking from range. Try not to hit Tyler and I if you would be so kind.
Mazur, as a druid, you have a variety of healing skills. Because of that, you are our
support caster and responsible for keeping the party at full health."
Everyone acknowledged their assignments and I marveled at how easy it was to follow
Kelar's lead. With my MMORPG background, I would have divided the roles up exactly
as he had done but I probably would not have inspired so much confidence in everyone
had I begun handing out responsibilities.
We soon found ourselves facing a large wooden fence that rose between two hills. At
probably fifteen feet high, it was nearly impossible to see what lay beyond, but the
wide-open entry way let us see that there was some sort of structure behind it. Two
Orc Bandits stood guard, their eyes scanning the woods but not spotting our party.
"I've got the guy on the right," Nellie mumbled softly as he readied a crossbow shot.
"And I have the one on the left," I murmured, pointing my staff at the unsuspecting orc.
A quick word from Kelar had both of us launching our attacks, Nellie's arrow hitting his
target in the shoulder and my blast of fire from my FIRE SPARK slamming into the other
orc's center mass. Our two melee companions rushed out of the foliage the moment
our attacks were launched, Kelar's sword and Tyler's axe engaging the stunned, but not
defeated, Orc Bandits.
Kelar crashed into his enemy, the orc's club useless as the paladin took the creature's
poorly aimed swing with his shield before countering with a wicked slash at the enemy's
exposed shoulder. He scored a solid hit, driving the orc backwards. Tyler ducked his
enemy's sword, coming up behind the warrior and spinning so that his axe crashed into
the confused orc's back. Now exposed, Nellie took the opening and fired a second shot
at Tyler's target. The arrow took the creature in the throat. I fired MAGIC MISSILE at
Kelar's opponent, the three balls of energy flying from my staff, around my companion,
and smashing into the bandit's face, chest, and thigh. A quick thrust by Kelar ended the
orc's life and the five of us realized we had breached the gate.
We passed through the gate cautiously, immediately seeing a large building to our left
and an even larger complex in front of us. Deciding on the building, we entered the
open door to find two Orc Bandits and an Orc Spear-thrower standing around a table
talking.
I pulled up my statistics and saw that these enemies were all level 5, making it a three
on five fight. As I fired several ICE SHARD's at the Orc Spear-thrower, keeping his
movement slow and not letting him get in too many ranged attacks, I watched with
great satisfaction as Tyler and Kelar made quick work of their bandits. It was somewhat
comical, actually, because Kelar really was doing an excellent job holding their
attentions and using his shield and sword to both deal damage and keep them at bay
while Tyler slipped in and out of combat and caused mayhem for the enemies. When
those two fell, I turned to see what else we needed to do about the Orc Spear-thrower
only to find, to my surprise, that the creature had fallen. Nellie stood behind the
crumpled enemy, his rapier unsheathed and showing signs of recent use.
In the corner was a small stone statue of a cloud and I immediately knew it to be a
Religious Artifact. I pocked the item and we moved on.
Before entering the large structure, we attacked a watchtower that stood nearby and
fought the two Orc Spear-throwers there. They went down easily, though their position
allowed them to get off several throws at our party as we scaled the stairs. Mazur cast
a few healing charms, though, and we were right as rain.
Delving into the fortress, we met several groups of between two and four Orc Bandits
and Orc Spear-throwers. Generally, we had little trouble with the enemies. Mazur, in
fact, rarely had to cast a healing spell and thus found himself casting SUNLIGHT SURGE
regularly, his own ball of powerful sunlight streaking into battle next to my FIRE SPARK,
ICE SHARD, and MAGIC MISSILE. We found two more Religious Artifacts lying around.
Then we ran into Lumph, Orc Warlock and devious foe.
It began when we rounded a corner, finding ourselves face to face with an orc patrol.
Three Orc Bandits charged and Kelar and Tyler rushed to meet them. Nellie and I,
however, saw that an old looking orc in long blood red robes crept behind the orc
warriors and was already chanting and waiving his staff in the air.
"Ah!" screamed Tyler, the boy suddenly falling back as a large bright line of blood
appeared across his chest. Looking as if someone had cut him from hip to shoulder, the
wound came out of nowhere but I immediately knew it's source.
"The caster!" I yelled to Nellie, who nodded and shifted his focus to the chanting orc
warlock. His arrow flew true, passing by the combatants and hitting the spellcaster in
the leg. "MAGIC MISSILE!" I intoned, my spell seeking out the enemy and adding to the
injury already caused by Nellie. Tyler, only temporarily halted, dove back into battle to
take the pressure off Kelar and I could hear Mazur chanting behind me as waves of soft
sunlight flew from the man and hit Tyler. Healing magic, I knew.
A sharp pain suddenly hit my stomach and I doubled over. Though not great, I quickly
pulled my statistics up to see that I had received 15 damage from somewhere. Looking
at the warlock, I saw him grin with malice. His grin faded a moment later when Mazur's
SUNLIGHT SURGE hit him in the face.
The battle raged for a minute. Then two. The warlock cast several more spells, once
making Nellie blind and twice healing his comrades when it appeared they were about
to fall. Kelar, a whirlwind of steel, suddenly pushed between the battling orcs and
charged the warlock, catching the creature off guard and forcing it to try and defend
itself. It failed, it's frail staff unable to block Kelar's swift blade. The warlock screamed
as it fell but I paid it no mind. Having seen Kelar charge it, I switched my attention to
the orcs and cast two FIRE SPARKS in rapid succession.
Then, a great bear charged from behind me and rushed the bandits, its claws flashing
and it's bite sinking into an orc's exposed throat. The patrol died moments later and I
watched with interest as Mazur transformed back into his human form.
We took a couple of minutes to heal up, with every member of the party having
suffered damage during that fight. "I think we should be a tad bit more careful," Kelar
said, chuckling. "I wasn't expecting to find the warlock wandering the halls."
"Should we take this time to see what loot we've received so far?" Nellie asked
innocently, though his eyes betrayed his eagerness. We all laughed.
"Lets worry about loot once this fortress is clear, yeah?" responded Mazur, a grin on his
face. Nellie sighed dramatically but nodded.
The next thirty minutes or so saw us finding the rest of the Religious Artifacts we
needed and fighting a couple more bands of bandits. We continued to explore, as well,
making our way carefully down the numerous twists and turns of the expansive stone
and wooden fortress around us. Having a rogue with us proved useful, I discovered, as
Nellie eventually found a hidden passageway behind some false wooden paneling and
the party, eager to see where it led, followed the boy through the darkness.
We eventually slipped into the back of a large circular room, our presence concealed by
several boxes of various animal hides. Taking stock of the room, all eyes were drawn to
it's center. There, in the middle of the room, was a large wooden cage. Probably twenty
feet by twenty feet, the wooden bars were unremarkable. The large bed in the center
and the cute naked boy sitting on top of it and gently playing with his stiff little erection,
however, were both quite remarkable.
"That must be the Vicar's Chapel Boy. Pip." Mazur whispered.
"He's so little," Tyler whispered back. And indeed, the boy was little. At ten, the child
was small, delicate, hairless, and totally prepubescent. With short black hair and a
smattering of freckles across his button nose, the boy was a cutie. "Should we do
something? Open up his cage?"
"Aye," whispered Kelar as he began to rise.
Suddenly, the lone door in the room opened and two orcs entered. Kelar dropped back
down, unseen by the orcs who were clearly only focused on the cage. Wearing only loin
cloths, the two entered the room, closed the door behind them, and headed towards
the captive. Their erections grew as they got closer and the boy reacted accordingly,
moaning and licking his lips as he stared at his kidnapers.
"Human horny now?" the first orc asked the second.
"Yes. Human want big orc cock," responded the second. The youngster groaned,
crawling back slightly on the bed and spreading his legs as if to entice the orcs.
"I think the orcs are going to... to..." Tyler tried to find an appropriate word.
"Ravage him?" Nellie suggested, his whisper suddenly husky.
Tyler nodded. "We should stop them." I almost echoed the thought.
"Why," asked Kelar, his whispered voice filled with lust. I looked at the man, thinking he
had gone mad. "They aren't going to hurt the boy. Plus, look at him. He's so horny for
orc cock, he can't stop playing with himself."
I looked and, indeed, the lad was casually frisking his cocklett while one hand had
slipped between his legs and was most definitely rubbing his little pussy.
"Plus," Nellie added, "it's very rude to rescue a captive when they are in the middle of a
session with their captors. Its poor etiquette."
"True. True," added Mazur, the man slowly slipping his pants down to his ankles. To my
shock, Kelar and Nellie were doing likewise, three stiff erections appearing as the two
men and the boy began to slowly stroke themselves while they watched the orcs open
the boy's cage.
Tyler dropped his own pants then and I saw that he was rock hard as well. Feeling my
own crotch, I blushed slightly when I realized I was also painfully erect. Dropping my
trousers, I grasped my member and began to jerk off like the rest of the party.
"Human wanna fuck?" the first Orc asked as he dropped his loin cloth.
"Suck suck," said the other, removing his own garment.
Their cocks were mighty. From where I sat, they had to be at least ten inches long.
Thick too. "Oh shit," I whispered. There was no way the kid could handle those.
Turning to Kelar, I saw that he was looking at me and grinning. He knew what I was
thinking but seemed unconcerned. Then he winked, and I felt better. If he thought it
was fine, it was probably fine.
The two orcs crawled on the bed, one sliding up to the boy's face while the other
grabbed the lad's legs and pulled him forward. The boy didn't resist, though he was
moaning like a bitch in heat as the orcs manhandled him. Getting the boy up on his
hands and knees, the orc near the boy's head offered the kid his cock and the boy,
apparently unable to resist, attacked the hard meat with an aggression that was
startling. He licked the green pole several times before swallowing the first couple of
inches, his face bouncing up and down as the orc let out a low grunt of approval. Then
the orc sat up on his knees and grasped the boy's head, slowing down the blowjob and
beginning to slowly piston his member in and out of the boy's eager mouth.
The other orc, meanwhile, leaned down and shoved his thick tongue deep into the lad's
cunt, rimming the boy energetically as the lad reached back and spread his cheeks as
wide as he could. After only a few moments, though, the orc removed his mouth from
the kid's shitter and repositioned his cock at the boy's entrance, suddenly thrusting
forward. The kid squealed in what sounded like delight as the entire cock, to my
absolute surprise, slid easily up the boy's pussy. The orc was now balls deep. Then the
two orcs began to fuck.
The one at the kid's head started face-fucking the lad aggressively, his long cock sliding
effortlessly down the boy's throat. The one on the other end, meanwhile, began to
jackhammer the kid violently, slamming his cock home with powerful and dominating
thrusts. The boy moaned and groaned around the cock pounding his throat, his body
smashed between the two brutes but twitching with obvious pleasure. Releasing his
bottom, the boy reached underneath himself and began to frisk his cock eagerly,
pounding his pud to the same rhythm as the orcs screwing him.
My companions, and myself, were now jacking off eagerly, watching the spectacle
before us with lust in our eyes. It was quite a site, the little lad taking it willingly in both
ends while the two orcs fucked him senseless.
Minutes past, with the sex growing even more violent until the boy began to screech.
"He's cumming!" whispered Mazur. "The little fucker is cumming hard." And the boy
was, his body spasming and his immature cock vibrating as the orcs used him. Perhaps
overcome by the boy's climax, both orcs howled suddenly and thrust as deeply into the
boy as they could, their own bodies twitching as orc cum filled the boy up.
Mazur shot his load at that, followed immediately by Kelar. I followed suit a heartbeat
later, my own load coating the box in front of me. Nellie gave a soft grunt as watery
teenage spunk burst forth, covering his hand. Tyler, the last to finish, started squeaking
gently as his body twitched through his own intense drycum.
The orcs eventually rolled off the boy, who was still twitching in post-orgasmic tremors,
before slowly rising and putting on their skimpy loin cloths. They paid the boy no mind,
walking out of the cage, shutting it, locking it, and heading for the door. Halfway across
the room, the boy began to call to them. "Waiittttt!," he whined. "Plleaasseeee! Come
back! I need more cooockkk!!!! Please send more orcs!!! Pleaaseee!!!!!" The orcs
chuckled but did not turn around, placing the key to the cage on a small table next to
the exit before leaving without saying a word. The boy fell back into the bed, his hands
finding his stiffy and sloppy asshole.
"Give it a few moments," Kelar said to Tyler and I as we all pulled up our pants. "The
magic dissipates from those captured soon after the enemy leaves. If we get up now,
the boy will want us to fuck him. While I wouldn't mind, I'd prefer not to be fucking him
when more orcs come calling."
We waited a few minutes until the boy stopped playing with himself. Then he laid back,
hands under his head as he swung his feet over the edge of the bed. It was almost
comical, I mused, how quickly he transformed from eager slut to bored preteen.
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Without further ado...
Chapter 7
We eventually left our hiding space and approached Pip, the boy perking up as soon as
he saw us. "Hey!" he said brightly. "You guys are here to rescue me?"
"We sure are, lad. We sure are." Responded Kelar.
"Great! So you found the secret passage way? Most adventurers miss it. Good job." The
boy grinned at us as he stood, waiting for Mazur, who had grabbed the key, to open
the cage.
"It was Nellie," said Tyler, patting the slightly older rogue on the shoulder in a friendly
gesture. "He found it."
"How many times have you been captured?" I asked, picking up on what the boy had
actually said.
"Oh, fifteen or twenty times over the last two years. Before that, my older brother was
the Cloud Chapel Vicar's Boy and he was captured almost a hundred times before he
took over our father's farm!" The boy slipped out of the cage, grabbed some neatly
folded clothing in the corner, and soon found himself fully dressed. Pointing to the door,
the boy continued, "That room there is Chief Grumph's throne room. I'll wait in here
until you say it's safe to come out. Good luck!"
The party exchanged nods and we approached the door, preparing ourselves for the
battle. Opening it, Tyler and Kelar slipped inside and readied their weapons. Mazur was
next, ready to cast healing spells. Nellie and I followed, already anticipating the death
we would rain down upon our enemies.
Only one enemy was waiting for us. Chief Grumph, leader of the orcs. He sat on a large
dais, a spiked club in his hand as he watched us approach him cautiously. The room
was massive, with multiple doors visible despite the stone pillars that were scattered
throughout the space. There were no guards. It felt... like a boss fight.
Suddenly, Grumph howled and charged. Scattering, Kelar met the charge head-on with
his own scream while Tyler danced behind a pillar, pivoted, and dashed forward
towards Grumph's exposed flank. "MAGIC ARMOR" I intoned, casting the shielding spell
on Kelar as he raised his buckler and stopped the large orc's vicious downward swing.
Mazur, having circled around, jumped on the platform where Grumph had sat and cast
his SUNLIGHT SURGE at our enemy's back. I had no idea where Nellie went but a loud
twang and a flash of silver streaking across the room showed me that the boy was
adding his own damage to the orc leader.
Then two orcs burst into the room and chaos reigned. Tyler abandoned Grumph to
engage the two new enemies while Mazur began casting healing spells at Kelar. The
paladin resisted Grumph's onslaught but retreated, dancing away from the spiked club
whenever possible and baiting the orc leader to follow him.
I fired several ICE SHARD's at Grumph before switching my focus to the two new
enemies, helping Tyler finish them off as quickly as possible. Nellie continued to shoot
Grumph, though, and it looked like he was being quite effective.
The moment the second grunt died, another couple of doors opened and two more Orc
Bandits rushed into the room. So that was how it was going to be, huh? "Tyler! Only kill
one! Let the other live!"
"Why?" yelled the boy as he parried a sword thrust.
"If we kill both, more orcs come!" I shouted. "It's the way this battle works!"
Tyler did as I instructed, killing one orc before rushing Grumph and hacking at the orc
leader's back. The second orc moved in to challenge me but, before I could react, Nellie
was there with his sword outstretched. Their weapons crashed together and the boy
gave me a quick nod, clearly indicating that I should attack the chief. I complied,
MAGIC MISSILE and FIRE SPARK injuring the boss as I found good angles from which
to attack.
All of a sudden, Grumph gave a loud scream and jumped into the air. When he landed,
a shockwave of force erupted from his body and stunned the entire party, the five of us
frozen in place for several heartbeats. The orc fighting Nellie was frozen as well but my
attention did not stay on the rogue and his enemy. Instead, I watched with muted
horror as Grumph turned and bounded up on the dais, his club connecting solidly with
Mazur.
Then we could all move and both Tyler and Kelar rushed toward where our healer was
taking a pounding, sprinting as fast as they could to impose themselves between the
dangerous enemy and the druid who was trying desperately to heal himself. Suddenly,
Mazur transformed into a bear and swung at the orc leader, scoring a hit but taking
another in his shoulder. Two MAGIC MISSILES were already on their way but I feared
my magic would be too late. To my great anguish, it was. Just as Kelar and Tyler
reached Grumph and only a moment before my spells slammed into the green skinned
monster, the orc leader kicked out with a booted foot and connected with the bear,
sending it flying off the dais.
Then my magic slammed into Grumph and he staggered. Tyler's axe slashed low and
Kelar's sword thrust high, each scoring a hit and sending Grumph backwards. Letting
out a choked cry, the orc chief fell to the ground motionless.
Nellie made quick work of the last orc as the other two party members and I
surrounded Mazur. Kelar was there before Tyler and I, but, when he lay his hand on
our druid companion, he sighed. "He's gone," the paladin mumbled. Then he stood,
looking around at the battleground. "And this fight is over."
.........
A sudden flash of light indicated that everyone in the party had gained enough
experience to reach level 6 but the level-up felt hollow. Our companion had fallen.
"Poor Mazur," whispered Tyler, his eyes brimming with tears. Neither Kelar nor Nellie
noticed, as both were busy inspecting the rest of the room.
"Yes," answered Nellie distractedly. "I hope he didn't reach 0 hit points before we killed
Grumph. It would be really poor luck to die just before getting the experience from that
victory. I'd be miffed if that happened to me."
"I bet he survived long enough to gain the experience," answered Kelar. "He's pretty
lucky like that. We can ask him when we get back Goldenshield."
Tyler and I looked at each other, suddenly remembering the conversation between me
and the hunter from back in the Sleepy Vale. The hunter, when I rescued him, had
mentioned that dropping down to 0 health meant that one respawned in the last town
one visited. He had said that you can't die from reaching 0 hit points; only from old age
and disease.
Suddenly Tyler, reaching the same conclusion as I, smiled. "So we will see Mazur back
in Goldenshield?" he asked.
"He's not going to leave the town and go somewhere else?" I added immediately, to
cover Tyler's question.
"No," Kelar responded, giving me a grin as if he knew why I had asked the question. "It
would be impolite to leave a town without meeting with your party first. He'll be there."
The four of us looted the chest in the corner of the room and then went to find Pip. The
boy congratulated us on our victory, commiserated with us at the loss of Mazur, and
promptly began telling us about his plans once he got back to Goldenshield. As Pip
chattered on, we exited the fortress without encountering any enemies and soon found
ourselves trekking back to town.
The party seemed to have an unspoken agreement that we wanted to get back as
quickly as possible so we walked late into the night before setting up camp. Waking
with first light, we continued onward and finally reached Goldenshield in the middle of
the afternoon. The trip was uneventful, with the party spending most of it relaying to
Pip the various battles we had fought. The boy was especially interested our fight with
the warlock and requested each of us to tell the story from our own prospective of the
fight.
We dropped Pip off before heading to the Happy Harpy. Mazur was in the common
room and, when we found him, we all shared a round of back-slapping and hugs. He
had indeed received the experience for killing Grumph, his own hit points reaching 0
only a heartbeat after Grumph's own health fell that low. After eating a late lunch, the
party trekked to the Hero Hall and turned in our quests.
As we handed over the last Religious Artifact, all five of us glowed with the bright light
of advancement and shared a cheer at leveling to 7. Those quests, Pat told us, were
worth a lot of experience points.
The party broke up, then, choosing to go to the various shops individually in order to
sell all the excess loot. Tyler and I stayed together, of course, and came away with a
tidy profit. As it turned out, selling the various swords, spears, hammers, and armor
that we looted from our enemies, plus the various odds and ends collected, brought in
a nice little sum of coin.
We did have a few magic items from the adventure as well. Tyler walked away with
Combat Boots that boosted his physical defense and I acquired both a Magic Staff and
a Turban of Power. One of the shop owners was kind enough to show me how to
transfer my spell book from the end of my old staff and install it on my new staff, a
simple trick that she told me every wizard learns eventually.
The same helpful shopkeeper sold me a few new spells, several of which were level 2. I
added them to my spell book with glee. Tyler teased me that I was spending money
almost as fast as I was making it but I reminded him that, because he had plenty of
coin, we wouldn't need to worry about a warm place to sleep or a good meal. Tyler said
he'd only pay for things if I behaved. Thus, I stuck my tongue out at him.
The party had agreed to meet first thing in the morning for breakfast and, as both Tyler
and I were beat from the day, we decided to call it an early night. Kelar, who was in the
common room when we passed through, caught my eye and indicated that he wanted
to talk. Explaining that I needed to use the outhouse, I sent Tyler into the bathing room
and proceeded over to the paladin.
"You both heading to bed?" Kelar asked quietly.
"We are. You?"
"No, I think I'm going to stay up a while and have a few drinks. There is a lusty waiter
here that is interested in sharing my bed tonight." The warrior looked over to a lad of
about seventeen who was busy clearing a table. "Looks like it will be a good night for
me. One of the other patrons told me the boy has a massive cock." We grinned at each
other. "But I was meaning to tell you something before breakfast."
I raised an eyebrow. "Of course. What's up?"
Kelar looked around and motioned me over to an empty corner. We sat and he leaned
forward conspiratorially. "Because you and I are... not locals," he began, and I nodded
that I understood his meaning, "there is something I'd guess you probably don't know.
You see, tomorrow morning, the five of us will go our separate ways. Well," paused the
man, "Mazur, Nellie, and I will go our separate ways. You and Tyler, I assume, will stay
travel companions."
I looked at him with curiosity. "Why will the party disband? We seem to be getting
along great."
"We are, Ian. We are. It's... complicated. I'll give you the long version, first. Basically,
there are lots and lots of quests out there for heroes to complete. Millions, I'd guess.
Let's say that I go to a town. And in that town, I get a quest. If I go do that quest, I
might get one hundred experience points. However, if Nellie and I complete the quest
together, we each would only get fifty experience points. If Nellie and Mazur and I
tackle that same quest, we would each only get thirty-three points. The more people
doing a quest, the less experience you get for the completion of the quest."
I thought about that for a moment. "Ok... But then why team up at all? If five people
get that much fewer experience, why bother?"
"A good question. The reason is that some quests absolutely require a party in order to
be completed. Our attack on the Orc Bandit fortress, for instance. That quest would not
have been available had the five of us not been here in Goldenshield at the same time
and at the same level. If I had gone to a different town, and only you, Tyler, Mazur,
and Nellie had been here, then the attack on the Cloud Chapel wouldn't have happened
and the quest would never have been activated. However, those kinds of quests, the
ones that require a party, give out considerably more experience than your average
quest. They are a great way to gain experience fast."
"Hm... But, if there are only quests that get activated when there are five heroes
around, and if those quests give out so much experience, then why not always travel in
a group of five?"
"Because those quests generally only pop up once many or most of the normal quests
in an area have been completed. From what I've gathered, five-man parties have tried
to adventure together and the process is always much slower than if individual heroes
adventure on their own."
"From what you've gathered?"
"Yeah. Remember, I've been in Aurora for a couple of years, but I only just recently
became a hero. I did spend a lot of time around heroes when I was a guard, though,
and I learned a lot of this stuff by keeping my ears open."
I smiled. "A good way to learn, I'd guess."
"Yeah," He chuckled.
"You said that was the long answer. What's the short answer?"
Kelar nodded. "I did say that, huh. Well, the short answer is probably what any hero
would say if you asked him to travel with you after a party quest. He would say that
tradition dictates that parties break up after a party quest is over. Since you can't go
against tradition..."
I frowned. "Well, Tyler and I are going to travel together."
"Perfectly acceptable. While probably ninety-nine percent of heroes travel alone, a few
find a partner to whom they're bonded with by blood or romance or powerful friendship
and they decide to adventure together. You and Tyler are one such pair, I think. No one
will think anything of it."
"But we will get less experience?"
"You will. By about half, or so the stories say. But some are willing to sacrifice speed for
companionship. Most are not. And, while you occasionally see a pair, it's unheard of to
see three or four or five adventuring together. Not enough experience to go around.
And..." Kelar paused dramatically, looking at me to supply the answer.
"It's tradition," I said.
"You got it."
"So how do Tyler and I know where to go? Do we just pick a direction?"
"No. Go to the Hero Hall and talk to Pat. He'll have a quest for you which will take you
elsewhere."
"Will Tyler and I ever see you three again?" I hoped we would. This had been a good
team.
"Sure! Heroes stay friends with previous teammates all the time. I'd guess you must
stay friends after you go through some of the things parties must go through. Hell, you
four were great teammates and I'd be honored to do battle by your sides anytime in
the future. To answer your question, though, it's not uncommon to run into old
companions now and again. Sometimes, heroes will even team up with old party
members when circumstances dictate it. You will see us again, I'm sure."
"That's good." I smiled.
"Plus, it's good to network."
"Network?"
"Sure. Most adventurers eventually leave the life and settle down somewhere. An
innkeeper. A blacksmith. A local constable. A landed noble. When you do settle down,
it's always great to have connections."
Laughing, I got up to head to the bath. No matter how much things change, things stay
the same.
.........
Tyler and I woke the next morning with a lot of energy. In the bath the previous
evening, I had explained to him everything that Kelar had told me. Since I hadn't had a
chance to do so, I also told Tyler about Kelar being from a different world. He was
intrigued and excited. Perhaps, he had told me, the fact that other people from other
worlds had found themselves in Aurora suggested that we might find a way back to
Earth. I told him it was a possibility but that we shouldn't count on it. He understood,
his mood becoming slightly more sober with my words of caution. We went to bed after
the bath, a lot on our minds.
I think that knowledge that our adventure was about to continue is what gave us the
boost of morning energy and we soon found ourselves hustling downstairs to dine with
our party. Nellie and Mazur were already up. Kelar came down shortly after us, a
grinning waiter boy following a few paces behind.
The five of us ate a hearty meal and toasted to our success. Nellie informed us that he
had been given a quest to contact a mysterious stranger in Whitetower, a rather large
city to the north. Mazur had to collect some potion ingredients in the nearby forest and
deliver them to a healer across the mountains to the north east. Kelar was heading
south, tracking a thief who had stolen a locket from a noblewoman who passed through
town several days earlier. Tyler admitted that we had not yet picked up a quest and the
other three wished us luck. Soon, our three party members departed after hugs,
handshakes, and promises to meet again someday were made.
Tyler and I eventually made our way to Pat and were told that a grain merchant needed
a shipment delivered to the town of Morgana's Bay. Due west on a relatively
easy-to-navigate road, the merchant had two horses and a wagon already loaded up
with the grain. All we had to do was get in, start traveling, and get paid when we
completed the journey. Simple.
Within the hour, Tyler and I found ourselves sitting on a comfortable wagon and
heading along a pleasant country road towards the ocean. The weather was fine, the
horses easy to control, and the road smooth and without bumps. It was quite nice.
Tyler and I talked continuously, our conversation bouncing from topic to topic and
never growing dull. I had discovered, as time had passed, that Tyler really was a special
kid and I found myself grateful that he was my companion.
"Ian," Tyler said casually as we ambled along around noon.
"Hm?" I asked, looking away from him as I scanned one of the hills.
"I'm really horny. How about you?"
I whipped my head around to see Tyler grinning at me, a glint in his eye suggesting he
knew exactly the reaction that statement would induce. "I'm... Ah..." I had not really
been horny the moment before, but Tyler's words were already having an effect on my
body. He laughed.
"Wanna jack off together?" Not waiting for my response, the boy stood in the seat and
pulled his pants down to reveal a nice stiffy.
"Sure," I responded immediately, copying his movements and revealing my rapidly
growing hardon.
As I sat, the boy surprised me slightly by reaching over and grabbing my cock, opening
his own legs to invite me to do the same. His hand felt great and I obliged him, taking
his little prick in my hand and beginning to play with it. We sat there for several
minutes, stroking each other, as the cart continued to follow the road and the horses
obviously knowing the route. Then, just as I was starting to really get into it, Tyler
removed his hand and pulled his pants up.
Before I could say anything, the boy slid off the bench and slipped right between my
legs; turning on his knees to look up at me. As I looked down, I grew even more
aroused at the sight of the boy, kneeling before me, with his face only inches from prick.
Our eyes met.
"Ian," he said, his voice low and throaty. "Can I suck your cock?"
"If... If you want to," I said, my voice cracking. He smiled, then, his beautify white teeth
gleaming in the sunlight. He looked angelic.
Then he leaned in and, grasping the base of my cock with his left hand, tilted it slightly
so my swollen mushroom head was pressed lightly against his cherry red lips. I
shivered at the touch, the tip of my prick exploding with pleasure as his sweet mouth
opened slightly and engulfed it. "Oh fuuuucccckkkkkk," I groaned.
He chuckled. The little fucker actually chuckled. Then he got to work. He suckled the
head. He licked the shaft. He used his lips to nibble at my balls. He swallowed me as
deep as his could. He jerked me off while swiping his tongue across my piss slit. It felt
fucking wonderful. "You like it?" he asked, grinning.
"Fuck yeah," I said, my body shivering in delight. "I fucking love it."
Tyler eventually began trying to suck more of my cock in his mouth and, to his credit,
he was able to take nearly half of the seven-incher. As I felt my cock hit the back of his
throat, I wondered if he was going to go further. Then, to my absolute shock, he
pressed forward even more and I felt, for the briefest of instances, my cock breach his
throat. That did it.
"Oh shit! I'm cumming! I'm... cumming!!!" I expected the boy to pull off of the
spasming tool completely but Tyler surprised me again by only pulling back slightly, his
tongue running along the bottom of my cock as he sucked my flesh eagerly. I couldn't
hold back, blast after blast erupting from my cock as I squealed in climax. The kid took
my entire load, never letting any of it leave his mouth as he swallowed shot after shot.
My orgasm over, the boy continued to suckle my half-hard tool as I squeaked and
grunted at the sharp feelings. "Fuck, Tyler." I said eventually, still panting slight. "That
was the best blowjob I've ever had. Fuck!"
He let my cock fall from his mouth and he grinned. "That was a lot of fun! Your cum
tastes pretty good!"
I laughed. "So why'd you decided to give me a blowjob?"
"Because I wanted to. I've wanted to give you a blowjob since you told me about
blowjobs." His grin turned slightly sheepish and he blushed, realizing what he had said.
I snickered, and, to his credit, he laughed as well.
The horses continued onward, ignoring us entirely.
Tyler rose and took back his seat, licking his lips and smiling like a cat who had caught
a canary. I stared at him, thinking about how cute he was. How lucky I was. Slipping
my pants back up, I decided not to sit back down. Instead, I did as the boy had done
and maneuvered myself so I was kneeling, somewhat awkwardly, between his legs. His
grin grew even wider.
"So I guess, since you gave me a blowjob, it would only be fair if I gave you a
blowjob," I said as I grasped the boy's pants and slipped them down to his ankles in
one quick motion. He giggled, his boyish prick throbbing so close to my face.
"I guess so," he said. I licked my lips and dove forward.
His cock was only about four and a half inches long and it was pretty thin. As such, I
was able to slide the whole thing in my mouth without any difficulty. As my lips
enclosed around his swollen glands and began to travel down his smooth shaft, I
reached up and began to play with his hairless balls. When my lips found his bare pubic
bone, I heard the boy let out a low cry of delight. "Oh Iaaannnnnn!" he moaned,
immediately grasping my hair with both of his hands.
I began to bob up and down, my mouth never leaving his twitching cock as my tongue
rubbed eagerly over the virginal little stiffy. I played with his piss slit a lot, leaving it
alone for a few seconds as I ran my tongue roughshod under the cock head and down
the tube. Tyler kept grunting, long low moans punctuated by sharp squeaks and loud
squeals.
His balls were silky smooth, and I eventually let his cock go, taking a moment to suckle
the little hairless scrotum. I kept one hand on his tool, though, and slowly masturbated
the now squirming boy as my tongue teased his sack. Then his hands pulled my hair up
and I took the hint, sucking the boycock to it's base as Tyler grunted in appreciation.
After several minutes, the boy began to pant loudly and I could feel him get even
harder in my mouth. "Oh! Ian! Something's happening! It feels weird!" I increased my
pace, knowing his climax was imminent. "Oh! Ah! Wait! It's weird! Ah! Oh! OH!
Ohhhhhh!!!!" He screeched, his whole body going stiff before the boy began to twitch
violently. I was bobbing my head up and down his prick with abandon, only paying half
attention to his words and focused on my job. When he began to twitch, however, I
slurped the violently shuddering cock to it's base and readied myself to ride out his
drycum.
It wasn't dry.
To my shock, several small blasts of watery cum coated the back of my throat as the
boy squealed through his first ever wet orgasm. I held on, not moving and listening as
he babbled though the pleasure my mouth was giving him. Only when the boy finely
collapsed backwards, his whole body becoming limp, did I begin to slowly withdraw my
mouth from his softening cock.
His boycum tasted like ambrosia, it's sweet and salty flavor powerful despite the watery
nature of the seed. I ran the stuff over my tongue, enjoying the sensation and savoring
the fact that I had brought the boy off to his first true orgasm. Tyler looked down at me,
a goofy smile on his face and his eyes somewhat glazed over.
Something came over me, then, and I acted without thinking. I rose, slightly, and
grabbed the back of the dazed boy's head. Pulling him close, I pressed out lips together
and thrust some of the preteen's cum into his own mouth. My tongue followed, pushing
the thin treasure around his gums and onto his own tongue before my invading
appendage began to withdraw.
Tyler's hand shot up behind my own head, catching me by the neck and forcing me still.
Then his tongue plunged forward, pressing against my own and trying to wrestle it into
submission. I responded in kind, our tongues suddenly battling as the boy's first cum
coated everything. He released me a moment later and our kiss broke apart, our faces
only inches apart and our eyes locked. Tyler spoke first.
"Thanks."
.........
Once things had calmed down and we were both sitting, I immediately started to
apologize for the kiss. Just as I was picking up steam, however, Tyler started laughing.
"That was my first kiss!!" he said, giggling. I again began to apologize before the boy
cut me off a second time. "No, stupid. I liked it! I'm glad my first kiss was with you!"
Both of us blushed at that but the boy kept chuckling. "That orgasm was weird,
though."
"Huh?" I asked, confused.
"It felt really different. Normally, when I cum, I feel, like, waves of good feelings sweep
through my body. But, while it's really good and it's really intense, it's gentler. I know
that doesn't make sense. This time, though, I felt all this energy begin to collect in my
cock and, suddenly, it, like, shot up my body like a knife. It was way really intense and
felt really good."
I laughed. "That's because you had a real cum, Tyler. You had a wet cum."
"A wet cum?" he said, cocking his head.
"You ejaculated. You shot your load in my mouth."
His eyes widened. "Oh shit! I did, didn't I? That's what the taste was when we kissed. It
was my cum?" His look indicated he would allow no evasion or teasing. He wanted the
answer.
"Yes," I said. "That was your cum. Your first load of cum. And it was delicious!" We
both hooted, and he leaned over and hugged me.
"Thanks Ian! That was awesome!"
"Your first cum?"
"Yeah. That... and the kiss. Thanks!"
We continued traveling for a while before Tyler insisted that we pull over and eat lunch.
We did, but did not get back in the cart immediately. Instead, Tyler insisted that he
wanted to jerk off and see if he could really shoot. Stripping nude, the boy and I sat on
some grass, with him sitting between my legs and his back against my chest, and he
began to play with himself. I reached up and began teasing his nipples, much to his
appreciation, and, before we knew it, the boy was twitching in his second boygasm of
the day. As he worked his member, we both watched as two small jets of spunk fired
out of the twitching tool. Tyler celebrated by scooping the cocksnot up and feeding me
a little bit of it before licking his fingers clean.
We camped that night, with Tyler giving me another blowjob and me returning the
favor as the fire crackled and the stars twinkled. We fell asleep, exhausted and
satisfied.
We traveled for two more days before eventually passing though a small ravine and
finding ourselves only a hundred yards or so from the beach. The ocean, sparking blue
and more gorgeous than it had a right to be, was breathtaking. Turing the wagon
slightly, we followed the path which hugged the sand and eventually came to the
outskirts of a village.
Much smaller than Goldenshield, the village of Morgana's Bay consisted of
approximately twenty-five buildings clustered around a well-maintained dock. It was
clearly a fishing village as the ocean beyond was speckled with vessels hauling in the
day's catch. A soft sea breeze passed us as we clattered onto the cobblestone walkway
and entered the village. Catching sight of a villager, I politely inquired as to the baker's
shop so I could deliver the grain.
He was easy to find and grateful for the delivery. He paid us two silver each and we
soon found ourselves wandering around the town. The local tavern and inn was called
the Mermaid's Charm and we found it to be clean, inexpensive, and hospitable. We paid
for a night in advance before asking the friendly barkeep if he knew of any
opportunities for heroes. He did.
Goodwife Milly, it turned out, needed us to find her silver locket which, to her horror,
had been swallowed up by a fish when it fell from her neck and into the full hold of her
husband's vessel. It was a stinky job, with Tyler and I wading through hundreds of fish
while looking for the creature that had eaten the necklace. After almost two hours, both
of us were sweating, smelled like fish, and were pretty tired of the task. Tyler,
thankfully, found the silver chain hanging out of a fish's mouth and soon pulled out the
slightly slimy keepsake. Goodwife Milly was very pleased, giving each of us a fishing
pole, box of fishhooks, and a fisherman's hat.
The next quest was given to us by the captain of the local militia. A severe man, he told
us that there were Wandering Panthers seen in the foothills around the town and he
needed us to kill 10 of them. We did so, and received an appropriate monetary reward.
By this time, it was getting late so Tyler and I took a well-deserved bath at the
Mermaid's Charm, ate a dinner of seafood stew, and went to bed.
The following day, the captain of the local militia found us as we left the inn and
requested that we go into the forest nearby and kill 5 Thieving Panthers which he
feared were snatching fish from the drying lines behind the town. These creatures were
a little more difficult to find but we completed the quest before noon.
A fishing boat captain informed us that there was a crew of Fishmen making camp near
some ancient ruins to the south of the town. He told us that the Fishmen, evil little
creatures that they were, regularly attacked lone fishing boats and it was imperative
that something be done before the camp grew into a raiding post. Tyler and I agreed to
take a look and, later that afternoon, we found eight Fishmen south of town building a
small coral wall that appeared to be the start of a proper fortification. The battle was
over quickly, though, and the captain was grateful when we showed him eight Fishmen
ears.
The baker approached us next, asking if we would mind delivering three loaves of
bread to the lighthouse keeper. He warned us that the delivery might be interrupted by
Giant Crabs, as the Giant Crabs near the lighthouse had developed a taste for bread
and had begun to ambush deliveries. Though it was getting late, we decided to tackle
the quest.
We should have waited till the next day.
As we walked along the beach, heading towards the lighthouse, the darkness made it
difficult to spot the Giant Crabs and they did indeed ambush us. We killed the five
would-be-robbers but I took several hits that brought me perilously close to 0 health.
After getting back to the Mermaid's Charm, Tyler and I vowed to be more careful.
The next day saw us killing 3 Hunting Panthers near the rock cliffs, acquiring 10
samples of Washed Up Seawead for the brewer, and destroying 5 Fishmen Shrines that
were found in a small Seacave to the far south. We got back to the Mermaid's Charm
with plenty of time to relax, eat, and take a bath.
Unlike the previous few times we had used the bath, where we had done so alone, this
evening found us in the bathing room with a boy of about eleven. The blonde-haired
boy was just finishing his bath as we entered, and he smiled at us immediately. "Hi! I'm
Sandy!"
"Hi Sandy," responded Tyler as he began to shuck his clothing. "It's nice to meet you.
I'm Tyler and this is Ian." I nodded. The boy had a fine bone structure and high cheeks,
his sun kissed skin golden in the light of the bathing room.
"Cool!" Sandy said. "Are you both heroes?" Tyler nodded. "That's great! I love it when
heroes come through town!"
"You do?" I asked.
"Yeah! Heroes have the best cocks! I've sucked every man in this village dozens of
times. It's kinda boring, actually. I love... fresh meat!" The boy began giggling
uncontrollably and both Tyler and I started laughing as well. "So, can I suck you?"
Tyler and I both nodded. Neither of us was going to turn down a blowjob from a cute
boy. Sandy approached Tyler first, falling to his knees and slipping Tyler's stiff boycock
past his preteen lips. I watched, hot and bothered as the eleven-year-old blonde
vigorously sucked my twelve-year-old brunette. Tyler didn't last long, eventually
squealing as he erupted his small thin load into the kneeling boy's hungry mouth.
"Mmmmm!" Sandy said as he stood. "You've got good spunk! You only just started
shooting?" he asked.
"Only a couple of days ago," Tyler answered. I was impressed that the local boy was
good enough to make that guess.
"Nice! I can't wait till I start shooting!" With that, he approached me. I had sat down on
a stool while Sandy serviced Tyler and I didnt bother to get up. Instead, the lad fell
onto all fours and took my cock into his eager mouth. He was good. Great even. He had
me panting and gasping within a few minutes and he drank my entire load without
batting an eye. What really shocked me, though, was that the boy had no problem
deepthroating me, with my cock sliding balls-deep into his mouth and straight down his
throat.
"That was fantastic, Sandy!" I said, relaxing as my orgasm faded. "You are a great
cocksucker!"
"Thanks Ian! I'm saving up my money to buy passage on the next passenger ship that
docks here in Morgana's Bay. I want to go to Dawning Tide, five hundred miles north,
and become a professional cocksucker in that huge city. Great money, from what I've
been told." The boy grinned.
"That's a good plan," I said, not knowing what else to say. A professional cocksucker?
Interesting. Sandy smiled and got up, walking over to his clothing.
"Well thanks for letting me suck your cocks," he said, reaching to his garments to begin
dressing.
"Wait!" excalimed Tyler. Sandy turned. "It's rude not to return the favor. Can I suck
you?" Sandy beamed, and I smiled with pride. My boy was learning how to be a good
partner, giving as well as receiving.
"Thanks Tyler! I'd love a blowjob!"
Tyler pulled up a stool and placed it in front of the standing boy. As I watched, Tyler
leaned in and took the kid's hard little three-inch cock into his mouth. Sandy gasped,
groaning as time began to pass and Tyler did his best to get the boy off.
I decided I didn't want to be an inactive partner and a thought crossed my mind. There
was something I had always wanted to do to a boy but had never had the opportunity.
I had the opportunity now and I was going to use it. Getting up, I placed my stool right
behind Sandy and placed my mouth next to the kid's ear.
"Can I rim you, Sandy?" I asked, my voice a low growl.
"Oh fuck! Yeah! I'd love that Ian!" I smiled and Tyler, who heard me, glanced up. I
winked at him and he winked back before I sat down and grasped Sandy's cheeks with
both hands. The boy spread his legs a little more and I pulled, opening the hidden
valley and revealing a beautiful pink asshole. It was absolutely delightful and I stared at
it for several seconds. I had never been this close to a boy's shitter and I was painfully
hard, despite having just cum, from the view.
Tyler stopped sucking the boy long enough to lean around the boy's leg and look at me.
"You going to lick his butthole?"
"Yeah," I said. "I'm going to go to town on his pussy. Keep blowing him. It will send
him to the moon!" Tyler grinned and Sandy, who had heard our exchange, groaned.
Then Tyler and I attacked, my partner sucking the boy as vigorously as possible what I
absolutely attacked the boy's cunt. I treated it as if it were water and I a parched man
in the desert, worshiping the pink starfish with the flat of my tongue before probing
deep into the boy's depth. Sandy grunted and squealed as I lapped at his butthole, the
rimming clearly delighting the boy.
Only thirty seconds or so passed before the boy began to squeal," I'm cumming! I'm
cumming!" I thrust my tongue as deep as I could inside the boy and I felt his asshole
clench tightly, the little ring of muscle positively vibrating against my invader. "OH! OH!
AHHHH!!!" he cried, trembling above me. Then, almost as soon as it began, the boy
became dead weight and began to fall. I caught him, of course, and let the boy sit on
my knee for a minute as he regained his senses. "That was fantastic!" he said as his
breathing returned to normal. "I love getting rimmed but it's been ages since I got a
rimjob and a blowjob at the same time! You guys are great!"
Tyler and I laughed. The boy eventually got up, rinsed off, put his clothing on, and
started to leave. Before he did, though, he hugged both of us and thanked us for the
fun. Just before he went out the door, I asked the kid, "Hey Sandy? How much do you
need for the passage on the ship?"
"Four silver, eight copper" he said almost immediately. "I know because I counted it
just this morning."
"How long before you have all you need," Tyler asked.
"Maybe a couple of months. I'm pretty good at saving my money from my job on the
dock," the boy said, puffing out his chest. Tyler and I looked at each other.
"Split it?" Tyler asked me.
"Yeah," I said, amazed that Tyler and I were so in sync with each other.
Sandy watched as we both reached into our bags and pulled out two silver and four
copper, handing the glittering coins to the stunned boy. "I... I can't! This is too much!"
"Sure you can," I said. "Take it and go to that city. Become the best cocksucker there is.
We know you'll be great!"
The boy got tears in his eyes and nodded, rushing forward and giving each of us a
huge hug. Then he raced out of the bathing room and Tyler and I cleaned ourselves up.
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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy scenes of graphic sexual activity. Please, if you are under the age of 18, or if you may be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read no further - delete the file. Otherwise ....enjoy!
Hopelessly Helpless
By
Nessus
CB FD
(Part 1)
I had an interesting conversation last month, my wife Jenny said as she languidly slid her hand up and down my hard cock. I was in an awkward position, tied spreadeagled and naked to the bed with a strange gag in my mouth.
I had been pleasantly surprised when, after all these years of my trying to persuade her to try different things, Jenny suggested that we play some games. Even though I was disappointed when she suggested that she tie me up, I decided to go along so I would get the opportunity next time.
Jenny had hummed to herself as she handcuffed my wrists to the bed-head and then tied my ankles to the foot rail. Even though I wondered where she got the handcuffs from, I smiled up at her, my cock growing hard as she sat on the bed next to me. When are you going to take your clothes off? I asked cheekily as she rummaged in a carry bag she placed on the bed next to her.
You know, Ray, she said as she calmly slid a red ball gag into my mouth, you talk too much sometimes. I protested with muffled sounds but she ignored me as she buckled the gag tight, her sweet perfume filling my nostrils as she leaned over me. Better, Jenny said, a small smile on her face as she watched me try to talk.
Cute, she said, walking to the bathroom and returning with a towel and electric clippers. Her cool hand gripped my testicles and I grunted into the gag as she tugged on them. Lift up, she said and slid the towel under me as I did, my hard cock wobbling in front of her. Looks like youre enjoying this, she smiled.
Jenny started humming again as she used the clippers to trim my pubic hair then, horrified, I watched as she lathered my groin up and used the razor to shave me bald. Dont move, she warned as I felt the razor move over my balls as my cock twitched. Every now and again, she would graze the knuckles of her fingers up and down the sensitive underside of my cock, driving me insane with lust.
Finally, she was finished and after she wiped me dry with the towel, I gasped in embarrassment, as my rigid cock stood exposed in my denuded groin. Good, she said with satisfaction as she studied it. You look more naked like that somehow. Also makes it look bigger and you can use a little help in that department, Jenny said as she walked out of the room.
My eyes widened when I saw she had the digital camera with her when she came back and I tried to protest through the gag. Smile, dear, she cooed and the camera flashed. I was even more humiliated when she placed a wooden ruler on a stand next to my cock so the measurement could clearly be seen in the photo, placed a piece of white paper against my balls and the camera flashed again. I felt so humiliated as the evidence of my smaller than average cock was captured and, although I didnt know what was written on the piece of paper, I guessed it wasnt complimentary.
She was gone for a longer period this time and I guessed she was down loading the photos onto her computer. When she returned she sat on the bed, the nylon of her pantyhose rasped as she demurely crossed her legs and started slowly jerking me off.
I had an interesting conversation last month, Jenny said as she languidly slid her hand up and down my hard cock and I groaned in frustration. An interesting little talk with Carol. My eyes flew open in shock and she smiled down at me, her fingers gripping my cock. Would you like to cum, sweetie? she asked softly and I nodded urgently. I dont think so, not for a long while, Jenny said, smiling coldly at me and my heart sank as she let go of my cock.
I watched in shock as she calmly lit a cigarette. Jenny hated smoking in the house and yet here she was calmly smoking in the bedroom while I strained at my bonds. Of course, you remember Carol from the tennis club? Jenny said, blowing smoke towards me. You always comment on how great she looks in her tennis skirt and how I should wear a skirt instead of shorts. You do remember, darling? she said icily, peering down at me and I reluctantly nodded, my jaws staring to ache from the ball-gag.
Remember, of course I remembered and I was becoming very worried. Jenny and I live in a small suburban town about ten miles from the city, and play competition tennis at the local tennis club. Once a month during the long summer months, the club hosts a social night where all members play mixed doubles and enjoy a few drinks. As the social night is usually on a Friday night, everyone is pretty relaxed.
Well, last month, Carol confessed to me about the two of you. I tried to deny what was coming but the gag muffled me and Jenny smiled coldly at me. Apparently, Ray, it all happened at the Social Tennis Night? You and Carol out the back in the storage room while I was inside with all the others, how sweet for both of you. I struggled with the handcuffs, my hard cock wobbling from the exertion and tried to talk through the gag. Carol told me you kissed her and then groped her, slid those sleazy little hands of hers up her tennis skirt. Typical! Apparently, she had to jerk you off to stop you from raping her in your drunken mood.
Desperately, I tried to yell through the gag while she calmly watched me, smoking. No point protesting, dear. I think I believe her rather than you. At least Carol had the decency to own up. So you got a little hand-job from her while I sat with those boring old farts from the Committee. Must have been tremendous fun for you, dear, Jenny said coldly, her eyes glittering.
I remembered how Carol had quickly unzipped me, taken control and smoothly and effectively jerked me off in the storage room when we were returning the nets. It had been a strange and vaguely unsettling experience.
Although, Carol said you came rather quickly and it wasnt much fun for her. I blushed at that and she laughed bitterly as she stubbed her cigarette out in the ashtray. Anyway Carol and I have become friends and shes helped me with a little something, she said as she rummaged in the bag. You know she works in industrial design in the city? She knew someone who made these wonderful little gadgets and she got one for me. Well, for you, actually, Jenny laughed, holding up a strange looking metal tube.
Im afraid I dont want you to see how I fit this so this has to go on. Jenny slipped a sleep-mask over my eyes and let the elastic snap against the back of my head so I was effectively in darkness. You see, Ray, I got to thinking. If you did that with Carol while I was so close, what would you do when you are on your own? Just how many times have you cheated on me? I screamed into the gag and she smiled at the gurgling sounds I made. Carol is a dear, Jenny said, and much more worldly than me so she told me how to get it this on. Ill be right back so dont go anywhere, she giggled and I heard her walk out of the room.
I heard her return, rustling noises and then I yelled into the gag when she pressed something cold against my balls. Guessing it was an ice pack, I tried to move away but she was relentless and pressed it against my groin. There it goes, she cooed. Shrinking all ready, down, down, down. I heard her laugh and I flushed in embarrassment. A moment later, I felt her fingers thread my cock through something and then an ominous click. I heard a slight noise of metal against metal and then I felt her hands move away.
The sleep mask was pulled off and I stared down at my cock, now encircled in a shining metal tube. With a sinking heart, I knew it would be impossible to get hard in that device.
Cute, isnt it? Jenny laughed as I stared at her in horror. This is the key, she said, holding up a small metal key, and this is the tiny screwdriver for the three screws next to the keyhole. I know you cant see those screws without getting your face down to your balls but listen carefully to me, Ray, Jenny smiled down at me. Once the key is in the keyhole, the screws can be loosened to take the tube off so your cute little cock can get hard. But, she said, smiling coldly at me, there is a trick. The screws must be unlocked in the correct order. If not, I am assured they will fuse into the holes and your cock will be locked up forever. Im told the only way to get the tube off is to drill the screws out or cut the metal. Rather nasty, I would imagine.
I screamed into the gag and struggled with the handcuffs as Jenny, still smiling, calmly placed the key and the tiny screwdriver on the dressing table. Im going out and you may want to experiment while Im gone. Jenny inspected her face in the mirror while she spoke. Fundamentally, our marriage as it was is over. If you agree, pack your things and dont be here when I come back. Well start the divorce proceedings and when everything is satisfactory, Ill tell you the correct order for the screws. Lets hope we can settle the divorce quickly, darling, she smiled and pursed her lips to apply lipstick.
I watched her in shock, my heart pounding and I felt sick to my stomach. Jenny put the lipstick down and used a key to unlock the handcuff on my left hand. If you are still here when I return, I will assume you want to stay married and want to change. Our marriage can not go on as it was. She dropped the handcuff keys on my naked chest and paused at the door. Of course, you can experiment with the screws. What did Clint Eastwood say in that dreadful movie? Do you feel lucky, punk? Jenny laughed and she was still laughing as I heard her walk out the front door. A moment later, her car started up and she drove away.
It was a relief to get the gag out of my mouth and then I spent a solid half an hour inspecting the device. My heart sank as I realised an erection would be impossible and I would have to pee sitting down as my cock was held firmly in a downwards position over my balls.
The screws were tiny and my fingers trembled as I picked up the screwdriver. Was she joking? Would it be locked permanently if I made a mistake? Sighing, I placed the screwdriver down on the dressing table, as I knew I could not take the risk.
I slipped my robe on and suddenly froze as another thought occurred to me. What if she was lying and there was no way to get it off? No, she wouldnt do that I thought as I shakily sat down on the bed but I was in deep shit either way. If I left, Jenny would screw me over in the divorce and I would let her, as she would bargain hard, knowing I would eventually give in to get this thing off my dick. Of course, no guarantee she would give me the right directions and I could still end up with this chastity tube permanently on my poor cock.
After a while I realised I would have to stay, wait until Jenny took it off and then make my move. It was my only choice, I thought as I walked into the den to get a drink. The computer was on and I gaped in horror at the photograph that filled the screen. It was me, naked and bound on the bed with the red gag shining in my mouth. My cock stood rigid in my bald crotch with the ruler next to it showing my length as just five inches. Blushing, I leaned forward to see what was written on the piece of paper between my outstretched legs. Still Small when hes hard!!
Angrily, I snapped the PC off and poured a drink. Jenny was deliberately trying to make me mad and humiliated, probably so I would try to use the screwdriver to get out of this thing or storm out of the house. Well, it wasnt going to work. As I sat down on the sofa, my eyes fell on a magazine, open at lingerie ads and my cock stirred, causing me to grimace in pain. The bitch, I angrily thought as I slammed the magazine shut.
I must have dozed after a while and woke up suddenly when I heard Jennys car pull into the garage. So, she said from the doorway, youre still here. A real man would have packed up and left, she sneered. Carol was right, you are a wimp!
Jenny, I began but she silenced me with a wave of her hand.
Dont bother! she snapped and I looked at her in surprise. Jenny looked around the room and smiled when she noticed the dark computer screen. Didnt like the picture? Shame, I thought it was appropriate. I opened my mouth to retort but shut it quickly when she glared at me. Im too angry to talk now, well talk in the morning! Im having a bath and while Im in there you can get your things out of my room! You can sleep in here from now on, she said as she turned away, leaving me alone in the den.
(Part 2)
I woke groggily with my cock in pain as it struggled to reach its morning erection in the cock tube. Rushing to the guest bathroom, I sat and sighed in relief as I peed into the bowl, my mind in turmoil as I tried to come to grips with the events of the previous night.
After shaving, showering and dressing for work, I made some coffee and sat miserably in the kitchen, sipping strong coffee until Jenny strolled in. She was dressed for work in a red business suit, her thick dark hair swept back and her full breasts swelling in a black silk blouse. My cock twisted in its metal embrace.
She poured herself a cup and sat down, her dark eyes coldly examining me. I opened my mouth to speak but she cut me off. Dont, she said simply and I snapped my mouth shut. Im not so angry now so Ill give it to you straight. I am tired of your laziness, your gambling and your womanising. Its over.
But, Jenny, I whined. I never..
Stop your lying, Ray, she snapped. Its a total waste of time. You gambled away your Christmas bonus and I was hoping to use that to see my mother. You do nothing around here and, well, we know about your womanising. So, stop fucking lying!
I gaped at her in shock as Jenny never swore and here she was calmly sipping her coffee and using four letter words! Jenny, I said in my sincerest voice. You know I love you and things havent been that bad, I added, flashing her my best sales smile.
Havent they? Jenny watched me without expression. How long have we been married, Ray?
Was this a trick question? About two years? I answered.
Close enough. In that those two years we would have had sex, what a hundred, hundred and fifty, two hundred times? Give or take a few. I nodded cautiously. How many orgasms would you have had, Ray? Jenny held her hand up. Dont bother answering, well say it was the same number, ok? I nodded again and she stared coldly at me. How many orgasms would you say I had?
Ah, about the same number? I answered hopefully, squirming under her cold gaze.
Wrong Ray! she snapped. None! Ive had none!
But, I stammered, all those times that you, you know, I tailed off as she smiled bitterly at me.
I faked them Ray so you wouldnt feel inadequate because I thought I loved you. If it wasnt for my trusty Silver Bullet I would have gone crazy. I used to wait until you were snoring and would slip away to finish the job and you didnt even know, didnt even want to know if I was satisfied. You are a selfish prick, Ray.
But, Jenny, I whined. How was I to know?
You are pathetic. Listen to me, you start to work hard at this relationship, start to make me happy or we get divorced. Divorce Ray, might be a lot easier for you. Do you want to reconsider, pack your bags and leave now?
I shook my head. I want to stay with you, I mumbled. Until I get this thing off I thought. Jenny stared at me thoughtfully and crossed her legs causing my cock to swell. I cleared my throat. Jenny, when will you take this thing off me? I asked softly, head down and she laughed.
When I decide. Ill leave the key and the screwdriver on the dressing table and you can try it anytime you like. You like to gamble, Ray, she said mockingly, now you can gamble with your cock instead of our money!
But, it hurts, I mumbled.
Good, she said, standing. Every time you nag me about it, you will be extending your time in it. You see, Ray, its all in your hands. Make me happy without complaining and I just might take it off. Or you can choose to try to take it off with out me. You control this situation, not me.
Did you mean it when you said if I get it wrong, it will be permanent? I asked plaintively.
What do you think? I looked up at her glittering eyes and looked away. Good, Jenny laughed, you understand. She paused at the door, a cruel smile on her face. I wouldnt start thinking any sexy thoughts, dear. Carol tells me that thing can become quite painful.
Angrily, I drove to the Porsche dealership where I worked. There were no customers to sell to so I sat in my cubicle and telephoned a customer who ran the research division of a large software company in the city. He lived near by and both he and his wife played tennis at the club.
Hi Ed, I said brightly when he answered.
Im not ready to trade up, Ray, he said. I told you that at the tennis club.
I know Ed, I said, trying to sound hurt. Im not calling about the new Porsche.
What are you calling for then, he asked cautiously.
Well, I said lowering my voice, a mathematical problem.
Mathematics? You? Ed laughed.
Its a company competition, I lied. Some work questions and some brainteasers. I need help on one.
What sort of brainteaser? Ed asked and I could tell he was interested.
There are three screws in a Porsche engine and they have to be removed in a specific order.
Why?
They just do, ok?
Sound stupid to me.
Its just a brainteaser, Ed, I whispered down the phone as Andy, the dealership owner was wandering through the gleaming cars on the showroom floor. We have to estimate the number of possible combinations and I say there are six. Am I right?
Well, you have been thinking, Ray, Ed laughed. No customers down at the dealership, planning to do the crossword next? I waited, heart pounding. Well, Ray, it could be six or it could be six hundred, probably more.
Six hundred?
It depends on the process of removal. Does each screw have to be totally removed before the next in order is removed and so on? Or does each screw have to be partially removed in order? Is there a certain order to loosen all screws to a particular stage and then a new order? The clue has to be in the question, read it to me, Ray.
Ah, I dont have it, I lied quickly. I left it at home.
Pity. Get Jenny to help you, shes a smart lady. Got to go, Ray. See you at tennis.
I put the phone down and stared miserably out at the cars, feeling sick to my stomach. It was going to be impossible to take the dammed thing off without help from Jenny and I was trapped.
A low groan escaped me when I saw Debbie, Andys secretary, strutting towards my cubicle. Debbie was young, blonde and sexy with legs to die for that tantalised every male in her ever-changing series of short skirts. Any other time I would have enjoyed flirting with her but not with my cock in this vice-like device.
She sat down in the chair opposite my desk and crossed her long legs, drawing my eyes to her nylon-covered thighs. Good morning, Ray, she drawled, a half smile on her face as she knew I was sneaking glances at her thighs. After all, she knew all men did no matter how they tried to cover it.
Ah, hi Debbie, I mumbled. Im pretty busy, I said, head down and shuffling some useless papers while my cock pulsed in its prison.
To busy for me, Ray? You dont usually say that. She leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. Did Andy say anything to you?
No, why? I asked, surprised.
Debbie leaned back and uncrossed her legs and crossed them again slowly, smiling as my eyes followed the movement. Of course, she didnt know what it was doing to me but, then again I suddenly thought, maybe she did? Did Jenny tell her?
Oh, he just accused me of flirting with you. Do you think I flirt with you, Ray? she asked coyly and my cock tried to get hard.
No, of course not, I lied. Everyone knew she was a constant flirt and that she was sleeping with Andy, everyone except Andys wife, of course. My eyes fell back to her thighs and my cock flexed uselessly.
Whats the matter, Ray? Debbie asked. You got a headache or something?
Bit hung over, I lied, searching her eyes for a clue but she appeared to be the same old Debbie. Jenny and I drank a little too much wine last night, thats all.
Debbie uncoiled her legs and slowly stood up. Give my love to Jenny. See you around, Ray, she said and undulated back to Andys office. The image of her on her knees sucking Andy appeared unbidden in my imagination and I groaned audibly at the pain in my cock.
I had feeling I was in for a long and frustrating day.
(Part 3)
It was a beautiful summers day but I really didnt notice. I was so horny when I drove home I nearly swerved off the road when a woman in a short skirt bent over to place parcels in her parked car. My cock pounded and I realised I had never gone more than a day without reaching orgasm in some shape or form. How long could I last in this situation and would this increasing frustration and constant desire drive me to a desperate gamble with that key lying on the dressing table?
What did Jenny say? Make me happy without complaining and I just might take it off, were the words so I did what any other man would have done in this situation; I bought flowers. While waiting for her to come home I tidied the house up, put some music on the stereo and made some cocktails. She smiled when I gave her the bunch of flowers and handed her a martini.
Theyre beautiful, Jenny said, smelling the flowers. Here, she said, handing the bunch back to me, put them in a vase. While I did so she reclined on the sofa sipping her cocktail and I found myself sneaking glances at her crossed legs in sheer black nylon. I think she noticed because she had a sly smile on her face as she pretended to flick through a magazine.
I showed her the flower filled vase as I placed it on the coffee table and she nodded approval. Excellent. Now, she said, leaning back and smiling, whats for dinner?
I thought furiously and then smiled at her. I thought we could go out for dinner?
Jenny stood up and stretched slightly. No, I dont think so. Im going to have a long bath and Ill eat after that. Surprise me but pasta would be nice.
Stunned, I watched her go and then slowly dragged myself to the kitchen. There was no problem with cooking as I had learnt the basics in my wild bachelor days, it was just that I hated it and, more importantly, it was womens work.
The kitchen ended up in a mess but I finally prepared the meal. It was a basic pasta and salad but I did it and had a bottle of wine open when Jenny finally sauntered in, wrapped in her white fluffy robe, towelling her hair. Without a word she sat down and sipped her wine so I scrambled into the chair opposite her, waiting apprehensively for her to taste the food. Hmm, not bad, she said as she thoughtfully chewed a fork full and I felt strangely proud.
Jenny talked for the entire meal about her day, her work and her friends while I listened patiently. Not once did she ask about my day or how I was feeling and there was certainly no reference to the fiendish device that held my cock in its unrelenting grip.
When the meal was over, Jenny took her glass of wine and sat on the sofa, eyes closed while she listened to the stereo playing in the background. I was about to sit beside her when she opened her eyes and stared at me. Is the kitchen going to clean itself? Jenny coldly asked.
No, I mumbled. Ill do it. It took a while, scraping plates, stacking the dishwasher and scrubbing down the benches but I thought it would pass inspection. She was still seated on the sofa, eyes closed and cradling her glass of wine in her hand when I sat beside her.
Opening her eyes, she smiled at me. A nice meal, Ray. Well done. I smiled in return and she patted me on the thigh. Im so tense from work, she said. A shoulder rub would be nice. She turned slightly on the sofa and I started rubbing her shoulders and neck through her robe. The contact with her warm body went straight to my poor cock and I grimaced as I rubbed but she didnt see it.
After a while, Jenny drew away and sat back on the sofa with her eyes closed. The lights were low and the soft music playing gave the room a soft romantic feel so I wasnt surprised when she pulled my face to hers and kissed me. Her lips were warm and soft, delicate caresses over mine and, suddenly, her tongue thrust into my mouth as she seemed to take control.
We kissed for about ten minutes like necking teenagers while my cock squirmed and pulsed. Normally, I would have automatically started to feel her up and quickly fuck her but because of the chastity tube I was at a loss as to what I could do next. I also felt Jenny had taken control of the situation and I was careful to follow her lead as the last thing I wanted to do was to get her angry with me.
Her robe opened slightly and Jenny guided my lips to her breasts so I softly kissed them as she lay back, eyes closed. Suddenly, she sat up and casually undid her robe. I think its about time I started to catch up, she smiled and I looked at her quizzically. Orgasms, darling. The score is two hundred to nil. Jenny giggled softly, parted her legs and my eyes fell to the dark hair of her groin. Her hand guided my face downwards and I tentatively kissed her pubic area. Jenny pushed me further down and I found myself automatically falling to my knees in front of her open legs, her pussy glistening before me.
I began licking and kissing her pussy and was gratified to hear her soft moans above me as her hand pulled my face closer and closer into her crotch while my cock pounded futilely in its tube. I was no expert as, frankly, I usually found this form of oral sex distasteful so I wasnt surprised when I heard whispered instructions and followed her finger as it indicated where I should lick and kiss.
The moans and groans were becoming louder, her juices wet on my face and her grip on my head stronger. My jaw ached, my tongue strained in its action and I followed her directions for an endless time. Soon, her thighs closed on my face and Jenny moaned loudly as she reached the peak and rushed to orgasm. I felt like a fool because I could now see how obviously faked her previous so-called orgasms were.
I kept kissing her wet pussy until she let my head go and I looked up to see her smiling down at me. Now two hundred to one, Jenny said and I weakly smiled up at her as her finger stroked my lips. Your face is all wet, darling. Its so cute. My cock was pulsing as I looked up at her, hoping Jenny would take pity on me but she stood, closed her robe and nodded down at me. Im going to bed to read for a while. I think Id like some fruit with my coffee in the morning. Good night Ray.
My knees creaked as I struggled to my feet and I groaned as I collapsed on the sofa, filled with frustration and my need for relief inescapable. I knew I would have to find some boring documentary on the National Geographic channel to help me take my mind off my arousal so I could drift off to sleep in my lonely den.
(Part 4)
As before, the pain in my cock woke me up but it was joined by a new sensation, the irritating itching in my groin as my pubic hair was starting to grow back in. I was miserable as I got ready, made the coffee and sliced the fresh fruit. Life used to be so predictable but now it was reversed and strange. Jenny had changed dramatically over night, there was an edge to her I hadnt seen before and her eyes appeared to look into my very soul.
Jenny arrived for breakfast dressed for work in a sleeveless cream sundress, her hair loose and a simple gold clasp around her tanned throat. The nylon of her pantyhose rasped as she sat and my cock squirmed, my eyes fixed to her long legs.
Looking at something, darling? she smiled at me over the rim of her glass of orange juice, her eyes glinting.
Ah, nothing, I said as I busied myself with plates.
You were looking at my legs, Ray, Jenny said, a faint smile lingering on her face. Do you like them? Jenny stretched her legs out and I stared at them, my throat dry. Come a little closer, darling, she said, and take a look. I shuffled over and stared down, her nylon covered thighs hypnotising me. Perhaps if you got closer? Jenny murmured and I found myself leaning down. Kneel, Ray, she whispered and I knelt on the kitchen floor in front of my wife, staring at her long legs.
Her legs were together at the knees and although my eyes wandered from her high heel shoes to her thighs, they fastened firmly on her knees while my cock pounded uselessly in its metal prison. I was so aroused I had lost control, my heart thumping and I licked my dry lips when I saw her knees start to part.
You were on your knees between my legs last night, Ray, Jenny murmured. Do you want to again?
I nodded furiously as her knees parted wider and I had a glimpse of white under the nylon mesh. I cant hear you, Ray? she prodded.
Yes, I croaked. Please. My cock was burning in frustration and I gaped as she widened her legs and slipped her dress up to reveal her white lace panties under her pantyhose. Her fingers gently tugged my head forward until my face was inches from her smooth crotch.
Breathe me in, darling, Jenny whispered and I pressed my nose against the nylon mesh that covered her panty-covered pussy, her aroma sweeping through me. This is where you should be, Ray, your place is with your face in my panties, Jennys gentle voice echoed in my head through the fog of arousal. Isnt it?
I nodded slowly, my nose rubbing against her mound and my entire body trembling with desire. Yes, I croaked my cock surging in frustration and I grimaced in pain.
Does it hurt? she asked softly, her fingers stroking my hair as my face rested on her panties.
Yes, I mumbled, unbidden tears started to form in my eyes.
Poor darling, she cooed, her fingers running softly over my neck. I might milk you later. Would you like me to do that?
Hope swelled with in me and I looked up eagerly. Yes, yes, I begged.
No matter how I choose to do it? she said warningly but I didnt care.
Anyway. Please, Jenny. Now?
No, I have to go to work. Pull my dress down, She said briskly, picking up her coffee cup. Slowly, I adjusted her clothing and stumbled to my feet. The fruit was nice, she said, standing and running her hands over her hair. Must go. Have a good day at work and dont forget we are playing tennis tonight.
Outside, the Sun was white hot and the land merged into a hot yellow horizon as Friday began. Miserably, I sat down to drink some coffee with a painful cock and an itchy groin and still teetering on the constant edge of arousal with no relief in sight.
And the coffee was cold.
(Part 5)
As soon as I got into the dealership, Andy blasted me for my bad sales figures in front of everyone and I just stood there and took it. Debbie was smiling at me behind Andys back as he furiously shook his finger at me and my eyes kept wandering to her legs.
Are you even listening to me, Ray? Andy demanded.
Yes, of course I am, Andy, I stammered, tearing my eyes away from Debbies crossed legs.
Youve got a month, Ray. Believe it! Andy stormed off and I retreated to my cubicle, my cock pounding and my groin itching.
Jennys car was in the garage when I drove home and I could hear her in the shower. The Friday night social night at the tennis club was really a barbecue, a few drinks and social mixed doubles and was a great way to end the week.
However, with my whole body trembling in frustration, I didnt know how I was going to get through the night and I was hoping that Jenny would, as she strangely put it, milk me before going. I realised I would anything for relief and any thought of escaping from her control had disappeared as I just wanted to cum!
Dressed in tennis shorts, white polo shirt and tennis shoes, I waited for Jenny, thinking how I was going to get her to let me out of this thing. I was worried because she had warned me that any requests would just result in a longer period confined. The picture of that small key and the tiny screwdriver on the dressing table popped into my head.
My mouth dropped when Jenny appeared dressed in a sleeve top with a low neckline and a very short pleated tennis skirt. Her hair was in a ponytail and the neckline of her top drew attention to the full swelling of her cleavage.
Do you like my new tennis skirt? she asked, a sly smile on her face as she twirled around and I got a peek of white panties.
Yes, I croaked as my cock responded with a jab of pain.
I bought it today, although it might be a little short and I forgot to buy sports briefs to wear under it so Ive had to make do with some old high waisted panties. Hope theyre not too transparent. Come here, Ray, Jenny said and I stumbled over, my cock squirming. Darling, she said, smiling while staring deeply into my eyes and her hands resting on my shoulders, a lot of men will be looking at my panties tonight. Her hands pushed me down and I found myself kneeling in front of her, my eyes focused on the hem of her white tennis skirt. So you should get the opportunity to have a good look first, her voice floated down to me as if from a long distance as my body trembled.
Jenny turned around, bent over slightly, lifted her skirt and I was staring at the white fabric that stretched over the lush cheeks of her bottom. I felt her watching me but I couldnt help myself and leaned closer to stare at that smooth silky fabric. You can have a little kiss, darling, she prompted and I gently kissed her panties, feeling the warmth of her skin underneath the silky fabric.
Suddenly, she stood, turned around and moved my head to her panty covered mound of her pussy. Remember this morning, sweetie? she cooed. Where your place is?
Yes, I said, muffled by her crotch. Here.
Her fingers lightly stroked my hair as I inhaled her musky aroma. Good. I will get very angry if you forget that, Ray. I will also get very angry if you disappoint me to night at the tennis club. Im going to have fun and I expect you to understand and accept that. Do you understand, Ray?
Jenny pulled my head back so I looked up past her panties to her face as she stared down at me. I understand, I mumbled and I did because I realised she was going to flirt with the other men and, perhaps, do a little more than flirt.
Her fingers lightly stroked my cheek. Good boy, Jenny smiled. If you cause me any embarrassment it will be a very long time before I could forgive you enough to milk you. My cock was squirming and I was in pain so I was going to be the perfect husband in every way. Now, I think you seen enough of my panties, she giggled. Lets go play tennis.
(Part 6)
There was quite a crowd at the club with people milling around the barbecue while others played on the courts. Insects gathered around the bright lights and the evening sky was moving from a deep blue to black as the night approached.
Andy and his wife Celia waved at us when we walked through the gates and I groaned inwardly when I saw Carol waving as she walked towards us. Jenny and Carol kissed cheeks and then spoke like I wasnt even there.
Everything going according to plan? Carol asked as they walked towards the clubhouse a pace in front of me but I could still hear.
Better, giggled Jenny. You are a wizard, Carol. Thanks so much.
Nothing to it, Carol said airily. I just know a certain type of man so well. Here comes Brian.
Both women stopped and smiled at the young tennis professional as he bounded off the court. Evening ladies, he said in that booming voice and both women giggled at him.
Hello Brian, Jenny said. Do you know my husband Ray?
Brian looked me up and down and smiled broadly at me. No, havent met. Hi Ray, he said, crunching my hand in a monstrous handshake.
Hello, I said weakly, wondering what was worse, the pain in my crushed hand or the constant pain in my encased cock. Suddenly, Brian was whisking Jenny to play doubles with Andy and Celia and left me standing with Carol who was watching Brians ass as he jogged onto the court.
Hows that little cock of yours? A little tied up? she said, smiling at me and I blushed furiously.
Please, Carol, I whispered. Dont do this.
Do what? she said in an innocent tone. Lets play tennis.
The night wore on and I managed to lose every game I played while Jenny seemed to be constantly with Brian. My cock throbbed at the sight of Jenny running across the court, her skirt flapping and twirling and I was desperate for relief.
After eating, I sipped on a beer and searched the crowd for Jenny but neither she nor Brian could be seen. Carol suddenly appeared next to me. Ray, youre a car expert, she said loudly so everyone could hear. Ive got trouble with my battery or something. Can you take a look? Something in her eye made sure I didnt refuse.
Carol had taken her ex-husband to the cleaners in their divorce so she had kept the BMW while he drove around town with his new very young girlfriend in a pick-up. She swung into the drivers seat and I stared at her long legs as she adjusted her short tennis skirt. Whats the problem? I grunted, looking around but the car park was deserted and Carol had parked at the far end near the river and under some trees.
No problem, she smiled swing around so her legs were outside the car. Jenny told me you know your place now so I thought Id take that tongue of yours for a test drive.
I gasped in shock and blinked as Carol casually lifted her tennis skirt and pulled her sports briefs aside at the crotch to expose her hairy pussy. Carol, I stammered. I cant do this. Jenny would be upset and.. I tailed off when I saw her laughing.
Jenny wont be upset, idiot, she hissed. Shell be upset when I go tell her that her husband doesnt know his place like she told me. She wont have a problem with this, now get down here!
I had no choice as I realised that Jenny probably knew this was going to happen as pay back to Carol. Wearily, I knelt before her and she abruptly pulled my face to her wet cunt. I began to work at my task, hoping she would orgasm quickly because I felt so humiliated giving oral sex to a woman in a public car park.
It took a while but she suddenly came in a rush, moaning and groaning while she held my face in place. After a moment, Carol pushed me away and adjusted her panties and her skirt. Not bad, little man, she giggled. Youll probably be pretty good at it in a few weeks as Im sure youre going to get lots of practice. She was laughing loudly when she locked her car and walked back to the tennis courts.
Later that night Jenny and I walked to our car to find Carol waiting for us. Well? Carol demanded with a big smile. Was he as big as I said?
Bigger, Jenny answered and both women went in peals of laughter. I waited, humiliated and frustrated as I realised with sudden insight they were talking about Brians cock. Jenny nodded at me. What about him? she asked Carol.
Average but Im sure youll continue to coach him. Again, both women laughed and pecked each others cheek as goodbye.
Jenny looked at me as she drove the car towards our home. Im glad you didnt disappoint me, darling, she said. I had a wonderful night and our life is becoming more balanced now, dont you think?
I suppose so, I said miserably.
Of course it is, Jenny said sharply. And Im much more open about it than you ever were. I dont think you should get upset because I sucked Brians cock tonight. Youve done much worse and not even told me. Jenny smiled as we drove into our street and absently patted my thigh. Youve been a good boy so I might reward you tomorrow. Im too tired now but, maybe tomorrow.
(Part 7)
I tossed and turned all night, driven mad by my frustration, my itching groin and the constant image of my wife sucking another mans cock. Life was now out of control, out of my control anyway.
Jenny slept in while I zoomed around the supermarket getting our weekly supply of groceries from the list she had left me. When I had finished packing the groceries away, I turned around to see Jenny leaning against the door, arms folded and smiling. I should get you an apron, darling. Youd look so cute.
I flushed but bit my tongue as my cock was surging at the sight of her. Jenny was dressed in a simple blouse and denim skirt with sandals but managed to look so sexy. Come here, darling and give your wife a kiss good morning. It was closer to afternoon but who was counting but as I leaned over to kiss her she stopped me with her hand. Darling, you know how you kiss me, Jenny said softly, her big eyes drilling into me. You know your place.
Grimacing with the pain in my cock, I knelt before her and she lifted her skirt, revealing black lace panties. Hypnotised and trembling with arousal, I leaned forward and kissed the delicate lace that covered her pussy. Her fingers approvingly patted my hair. Thats nice, darling and I promise you no other man will ever get to do that, Ray. That is your place and yours alone.
I struggled to my feet and she smiled broadly at me. Would my cute little boy like his reward?
Yes, please, I whined, hungry with desire.
Take your clothes off, she said and I hurriedly stripped naked. It does look red and sore, Jenny said looking down at my cock in its tube. Im sure this will feel nice. Come with me into the dinning room. I followed her in and sat on the edge of the dining table as she instructed. Jenny told me to lie back and she fastened my hands to two the table legs and my feet to the other. I was in a strange position, my ass on the edge of the table and my feet almost to the floor while my arms were stretched out and lashed above me. The size of the table meant my head was hanging over the edge and it was tiring lifting it up. In fact, my head was the only thing I could move and I was soon in darkness when Jenny slipped the sleep mask onto me.
A moment later I felt her fingers go to work on the cock tube and my heart pounded as I prayed she wouldnt make a mistake. Suddenly, the tube slipped off, my cock was free and I sighed at the sheer pleasure of it.
Feel nice, darling? she said and at the sound of her voice, my cock surged into full erection. Suddenly, the mask was removed and I stared up into her smiling face. How do you feel? Jenny asked and I twisted my head to look at her, suddenly realising I was never going to be able to get away without her knowledge or assistance.
I dont know, I mumbled, turning my head away but her fingers gripped my chin and turned my face back.
Ill tell you. You feel helpless, vulnerable and exposed. I can do anything I want to you, cant I?
Yes, I muttered, knowing it was true. I feel helpless.
Jenny laughed and moved down the bottom of the table, looking down at my groin. Lets clean this up, she said almost to herself. That stubble is not appealing. I let my head sink down as I felt her spread shaving foam over my groin and the sharp scrape of the razor. Jenny was so careful not touch my straining cock as she shaved or when she wiped the foam away. Now, she said, snapping on surgical gloves, you will learn that I have the control and you are helpless so I can do what I want. Like most straight men you have a fear of being penetrated. Today, you get one maybe two fingers up your ass.
No! I cried out in shock, straining my head to look down the table at my smiling wife as she stood between my legs.
No? You can never say no to me, Ray, she said. Watch. Horrified, I felt her smear something around my exposed ass hole and grunted with shock as she slid a finger inside me. It was a strange feeling and I felt so helpless, so used and so embarrassed.
Finally, she stopped and threw the gloves onto the floor. That was fun, she said calmly studying my throbbing cock. One day youll come from that. Jenny walked around to my face and raised her skirt so my lips were once again pressed against the lace of her panties.
You are helpless, Ray. Hopelessly helpless and without any control. Say it.
Im helpless, I murmured into her panties, my cock throbbing.
You will learn to love being helpless because thats the only way you will ever come. Jenny dropped her skirt and returned to stand between my legs. I shuddered with ecstasy when she wrapped her fingers around my cock and slowly jerked me off. It was over in seconds and I cried out as she milked me dry, my cum splattering across my stomach.
I lay there regaining my breath as she wiped me dry, slipped the mask back on and replaced the cock tube. I hope you enjoyed that, darling. There wont be another one until you sell at least two cars. I lifted my head and gaped at her in shock. I spoke to Andy last night and he told me how you havent been working. Well, now you have an incentive.
After undoing the ropes, she leaned down and kissed me gently on the cheek. My hopelessly helpless boy, she said softly.
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A Coaching Technique.
By Nessus
FD CB Humil Mast
Tennis has always been my life since I was a small boy in Mexico City. My father was the head gardener at an estate owned by a very important man and he used to take me with him so I could hit the balls on the court.
I had a talent and I used it to travel the world playing tennis and enjoying the young women who follow the game. Women were attracted to me and I easily won them but, after a while, I stopped winning the tournaments. Now, at twenty-four I wondered if I had squandered my talent.
At least thats what my coach said as he walked out. Youve fucked it up, Emillio, he said as he walked out of the Paris hotel bedroom where he had found me with the wife of a tournament official. Youve lost the will to play and youre only interested in whores! With that, he flew back to Mexico.
That night, I sought advice from a fellow player, Steve, a young Australian who has won two Grand Slam tournaments and I have never managed to beat. Get a new coach, he said as he swigged on his mineral water and I noticed a young woman at the bar eyeing us.
It is not that simple, I moaned.
Dont get all fucking emotional on me, Em, he said calmly. Just get a new coach and focus on the game, not on the women.
Steve, I said, nudging his arm, that blonde girl at the bar wants you. I can see it in her eyes.
Not interested, he said matter of factly as he took another swig of the water. I have a girl friend back in Brisbane and Im getting married next September.
She wont know, I urged, smiling at the girl.
But I will. Look, Em, do you want to talk to me or do you want to fuck that girl?
Steve, I protested. Im a changed man.
I bet, he said in that dry Australian tone. Do you know that Johnny has retired?
No! I said shocked, as Johnny was only three years older than I was.
Yep. Cant blame him. Hes won it all. Hes going back to New York. That means, he added meaningfully, that Ingrid Svenson is free to take on other players.
Ingrid Svenson , the Iron Swede, was one of the few female coaches that worked with male players. She had been a cold disciplined player on the court and brought those same characteristics to her coaching. Every player she had worked with had won at least one big tournament but strangely, she never coached women.
She wouldnt take me on, I said ruefully. Im not ranked high enough.
Neither was Johnny when she started coaching him. We sat in silence for a moment. Do you want me to talk to her?
You know her?
Steve nodded. Yeah, shes a friend of mine and we have a similar approach to discipline. Shes here in Paris and I can set up a meeting. Steve stood and looked down at me as I smiled again at the blonde girl at the bar. Do you want me to set it up, Em? he snapped.
Why not? I shrugged. It can not hurt, my friend. Steve said goodnight and I headed over to the blonde girl.
The telephone bell sounded like a fire alarm as I struggled to wake up. Allo, I said groggily into the phone by the bed, looking around to see if the blonde girl was still there. She wasnt, just a note on the pillow which I crumpled up without reading it and threw onto the floor.
You awake? Steves Australian drawl sounded in my ear.
Of course, I lied. Ive been up for hours.
Bullshit, he said succinctly. Ingrid will meet you on the terrace at one. Dont be late, Em. Shes got a thing about being punctual.
For once, I was on time and I sat waiting for Ingrid as I surveyed the world through my sunglasses. Suddenly, she was standing in front of me, dressed in a black top and leather trousers. Her blonde hair was pulled back and gold jewellery glittered against her honey coloured skin, her eyes were hidden behind gold rimmed sunglasses. Emillio Sanchez, she said coolly, extending her hand.
I took her hand. It is exciting to meet you, I said, putting on my best boyish smile, which she totally ignored as she sat.
Im sure it is, she said sarcastically in that clipped accent Swedes adopt when they speak English. Could this woman be blind to my charm? Perhaps it is true she is a lesbian? Steve tells me you are looking for a coach?
Yes, I am without a coach at the moment. And you are without players?
Johnny has announced his retirement according to our plan, she stated. I have no plans to coach. I am seeing you because Steve is a great player and a good friend.
I need a coach, I said.
No one will coach you. You have no discipline, she said flatly.
I will learn, I said dramatically. I need to learn as I can not return to Mexico a failure. For the next hour I attempted to persuade her as she sipped her juice and picked at a plate of fresh fruit. You must help me or I am doomed! I finally begged.
Ingrid laughed. Such a passionate boy. However, I understand you can not follow rules?
Who would say such a thing!
Everybody, she said simply. You would have to follow my rules. It is essential for my coaching technique to be successful.
You have my word, I vowed, one hand raised.
She laughed coldly. I will have more than that.
The contract was simple. She would get a very large percentage of my earnings, I would follow her every instruction and if I had not won a Grand Slam tournament within one year, the contract was void. I didnt need long to think it over and I didnt read it very carefully before I signed.
Ingrid flew back to Stockholm, leaving me with arrangements for a medical examination and plans to meet in Las Vegas for training in a weeks time. The medical examination was very thorough and I was a little embarrassed when the doctor measured my cock and balls. What could that have to do with Ingrids coaching technique, I wondered?
I flew into McCarran International in Vegas and took a limo to the address Ingrid had given me. Ingrids coaching camp was not luxurious and was completely secluded from the temptations of the Vegas strip. I checked into a sparse bungalow, changed into my tennis gear and began warming up on the courts.
A beautiful young woman in tight white shorts and a blue top, which accentuated her large breasts, introduced herself. Im Kimberley, she said in a slow Southern drawl as she tied her thick dark hair into a ponytail. Your fitness trainer.
I am very pleased to meet you, I said taking her hand and kissing it. When I looked up I was surprised by her cool expression and I realised my charm was not working. She jammed a cap on her head and led me to the gym. For the next two hours, Kimberley tested every aspect of my fitness and I was sweating and exhausted when we finished.
I met with Ingrid in the afternoon and she was not impressed with Kimberley s report. You are terribly unfit, she declared flatly. You will never win with that level of fitness. Kimberley will improve you, she said with a heavy finality.
Ill work hard, I said in a tone of voice that I hoped would persuade Ingrid of my humbleness. It was disturbing my charm was having no effect.
I know you will, she said, leaning back in her chair, studying me across the desk. It is time Emillio, to explain the technique I will use to coach you. Ingrid reached into a drawer and placed a tube made of thick perspex with an equally thick perspex ring attached to it.
What is that? I asked, dumbfounded.
It is a chastity tube, she said calmly. It fits over your penis to control your impulses. It is a very clever device that will be locked on and will still enable you to move freely around the tennis court and through airports. We dont want the airport alarms to go off and for you to be searched. Her eyes glittered. That would be embarrassing for you and, perhaps, appear in the gutter press.
You cant be serious! You mean to take away my manhood? I cried passionately.
Your manhood as you call it has stopped you from concentrating on improving your fitness and your game. I remind you that you signed a contract. You must follow my instructions and I instruct you to wear this. I will leave the office and a nurse will fit it.
But, how will I get it off?
By working hard and by winning. I will decide. Are you ready for me to call the nurse or do we have a legal discussion regarding your contract. I assume youve read the penalty clauses? You will never play tennis professionally again.
My head reeled. Penalty clauses, chastity tube? This was the most crazy and frightening thing I had ever heard. This woman was going to control my sexuality and I could not allow it! A small voice in my head pointed out she had the contract, I could not afford legal action and this was my last chance to be a winner. Slumping in the chair, realising I had no choice, I nodded and bowed my head.
Ingrid left the room and an older nurse in a starched uniform bustled in, carrying a bag. Im Nurse Wilkins. Please remove your clothing from your lower half. Numb, I dropped my shorts and jockstrap and she coolly threaded my cock through the tube, locking the ring in place between by balls and my crotch.
I stared down at the tube gripping my cock and I panicked. Take it off, I screeched. Ive changed my mind!
Sorry, Nurse Wilkins said briskly. Ms Svenson has the only key and no locksmith can break the code. Now, she said in a business like manner. Remember to direct the shower nozzle onto your genitals to thoroughly clean the area every day. And, she added with a little smirk, you will have to sit to urinate. Have a good day, she said as she left, leaving me pulling my shorts back up. The tube was not uncomfortable but it was tight and I suddenly realised that it would be impossible to get hard in this thing.
Ingrid smiled at me from the doorway and I flushed. "Now," she said evenly, "we work."
Mornings were spent with Kimberley as she worked me through various exercise sessions - weights, sprints, swimming, I did everything but tennis. I found the chastity tube was comfortable and I even forgot about it as I worked out. However, every morning the sharp pain as my cock vainly attempted to get hard, reminded me of it's presence.
Afternoons were spent on the court with Ingrid pounding balls at me. She was older than me but had been one of the great players with all the skills that ran me around the court. Her serve wasn't as powerful as mine but the placement and the topspin beat me regularly.
I also marvelled at her taught trim body in the tennis shorts and top until my cock squirmed in the chastity device. After a healthy evening meal I collapsed in bed with exhaustion to sleep until it started all over again.
A week had passed and I was becoming very horny, as horny as I could with no chance of getting hard, let alone relief. I realised this was the longest I had ever been without coming and it was beginning to drive me mad, so mad, I attempted to talk Ingrid into allowing me to get out of it.
"It is driving me loco," I said to her after we finished the tennis session.
"You will have to get used to it," she said calmly.
"But, it is terrible," I whined. "Can't I just, you know," I said softly, face burning.
"Masturbate?" she said calmly. "Jerk off? What do you call it, Emillio?"
"Si, both of those things," I murmured, blushing.
"Are you asking me to let you jerk off?" she said, her voice louder and I looked around at the empty court.
"Yes, yes," I said quickly in case Kimberley returned.
She studied me thoughtfully for moment. "You got to this stage more quickly than I planned. However," she said briskly, "we can move ahead. There is a small professional tournament next week, here in Vegas. You reach the final and I will allow you to play with yourself."
The way this beautiful woman said it in those clipped tones of hers as she smiled at me caused me to blush deeply. I felt so humiliated but the arousal drove me on. "Next week! Ingrid," I begged, "I can not wait until then."
"You have no choice, Emillio," she said with finality. "And," Ingrid reminded me, "you have to get through to the final."
The next morning, Kimberley was dressed in tight white shorts that hugged her round ass and a sleeveless, low cut top, which emphasised her large breasts. I groaned to myself as my cock throbbed in the chastity tube and threw myself into the exercises. My eyes were drawn to her smooth ass time and time again as we worked and, although her eyes were hidden by sunglasses, I guessed she noticed me looking.
We finally finished and Kimberley smiled at me. Good work, she said. For the first time, Emillio, I felt you were really trying.
Trying to forget my poor cock, I thought to myself but, instead, said, Im getting better at it.
You are. And, she said, smiling as she loosened her thick red hair, Im going to reward you with two pieces of information. She moved closer to me and her warm arm rested on my forearm as she pushed her breasts against me. Youve been looking so hard, Ill tell you, she breathed. I am wearing a very brief thong under my shorts and, she added as my cock tingled, the thong is white. Satisfied, honey? she giggled and walked away, her ass moving in those shorts while my cock pulsed in frustration.
Fuelled by frustration and anger, I finally beat Ingrid in the first set and she silently applauded me as I stood sweating on the back line. For the rest of the afternoon, she mercilessly forced me to practice every type of serve imaginable.
Tomorrow, she said watching me as I mopped my face with a towel; we volley and work on the net.
Frustration was with me every waking moment and I was so focussed on the tournament, determined to get through to the final that I worked so hard the next morning, Kimberley called for a break.
We sat in the shade under a tree out of the hot Vegas Sun and sipped from our bottles. Ingrid tells me shes going to let you jerk off if you get through to the finals, she said in such a matter of fact tone I was completely taken aback and could only nod while I blushed. You better make the finals, Emillio, Kimberley smiled. Or you may never hold your dick for the rest of your contract. Ingrid can be such a bitch.
Did she use this same technique on Johnny? I asked, embarrassed to be talking about it but I had wondered about Johnny.
Oh no, Kimberley said. Ingrids technique is to find the one thing that lets her control people and she callously uses it. With Johnny, it was money and prestige. You one thing was easy, she laughed. Your cock!
And you? What does she use on you to keep you here?
Kimberley smiled and stood in front of me so her crotch, covered by tight black lycra shorts was in my face. Me? She knows I like to tease, she smiled, pushing her crotch closer to my face. No thong today, Emillio, Kimberley said softly and, dry mouthed I stared at her crotch, cock throbbing intensely. Today, she laughed. Im thong free.
That afternoon I threw myself into the practice as I did every day after that until I was blasting Ingrid off the court. In the mornings, I sullenly followed Kimberley and tried to control my frustration.
The tournament finally arrived and on the first day, on a court far from centre court, I breezed through my first match in straight sets. I expected compliments from Ingrid but, instead, she started telling me about my opponent for the next day. It didnt matter as I blasted that one off the court in straight sets as well and that form continued as I moved steadily towards centre court and the finals.
As I played, I completely ignored the pretty girls in the stands and when they asked for autographs I was polite but distant. I had no choice as my cock pounded whenever I was near any woman.
The morning of the final came and Kimberley helped me pack my bag. Big night tonight, she smiled. You get to play with your cock again.
Blushing, I nodded and I was happily looking forward to it. You know, Emillio, Kimberley breathed. We could make it special.
What do you mean? I murmured and she leaned closer, those big tits pushing against me.
We could make it a little better than just a quick jerk off. Her eyes twinkled. Would you like that?
Si, I croaked.
Win it, then. Win the final, she breathed in my ear.
I nearly ran on the court and with white-hot precision I powered through my opponent without even dropping a game. I was ruthless and the crowd erupted when I politely shook hands with my devastated opponent. The media conference was small and quick and I smiled and answered questions humbly.
Is this the new Emillio Sanchez? the reporter asked sarcastically.
I ignored the sarcasm and glanced at Ingrid in the corner. This is the winning Emillio Sanchez, I said and left the conference.
After showering and changing, I waited in front of my bungalow for Kimberley. Ingrid had simply told me to enjoy myself and the thought of what might happen had my cock squirming in the chastity tube. Kimberley roared up in her sports-car, dark hair loose and dressed in a short, figure hugging white dress. She flashed me a smile and we drove at high speed to the Flamingo Hilton on the strip.
The valet fawned over her as she led me to a suite. Shutting the door, she smiled at me and my cock squirmed once more. A good win today, she said, sliding her arms around my waist and I stared down at her large breasts. Ingrid was damn pleased. She noticed where I was looking and laughed. You are one horny boy, arent you?
You said it would be special, I leered.
Ok, get your clothes off.
She didnt have to tell me twice and I quickly stripped all my clothes off, standing before her in my chastity tube. Kimberley bundled all my clothes up and calmly walked out the door, leaving me naked and confused. When she returned without the clothes, she smiled. Just a guarantee youll put that thing back on when were finished. Theres nothing for you to wear in this suite and no money. Nothing.
Ingrid thinks of everything, I said bitterly.
Yep. Thats why you won today, kiddo. Kimberley handed me a small key. That will unlock it. I fumbled for a moment and managed to slide the tube off. In seconds my poor cock surged to hardness.
Kimberley giggled. Poor thing, she smiled. Didnt take long at all. I moved towards her and she raised a hand. Stop. Move any closer and I scream. Ingrid has detectives outside and youll be arrested for rape. End of a career thats just starting to shine.
But, I said, confused. You said it would be special.
And it will be. Kimberley smiled at me. You dont have to jerk off alone. Ill be here to give you something to look at.
What! I was shocked. Couldnt you? I asked, leaving it unfinished but she knew what I was asking and shook her head.
Nope. I do fitness, not hand jobs, buster. That tournament wasnt that big a win. Now, she said briskly, Ive got some kleenex here for you. She handed me a wad of tissues. Why dont you get on with it so we can go and have a celebratory drink.
My cock throbbed and I desperately wanted to cum so I slid my hand around it in that familiar grip. Thats the boy, she smiled. Do it slow so you get enjoyment out of it. My hand started to slide up and down my cock as I flushed with embarrassment but I couldnt stop. Quickly, I was heading for the edge and she sensed it. Emillio, she called and I opened my eyes. Kimberley was holding her dress up and I stared at the white lace panties that barely covered her pussy. Heres something to think about in the weeks ahead, she giggled and I moaned. Told you I liked teasing. It was too much and I shuddered with a groan and spurted and spurted into the wad of kleenex until I collapsed in a chair.
That was great, Kimberley said calmly, dropping her dress. Ive never seen a guy do that before. Ingrid told me Id get to see it but I didnt really believe her. Boy, I could never do that in front of someone, it would be so embarrassing. You feel embarrassed, honey? she drawled and I looked away. Poor baby, she smiled. Get cleaned up and get that chastity thing back on. When youve done that, Ill get your clothes and we can go for a drink.
A week after my first win, we were on the road on the build up to the major competitions. We stayed in hotels and our days revolved around fitness training, court practice and sleep. All the while, I tried valiantly to ignore the pretty woman at the courts and rejected their approaches. I could not do anything else.
The next tournament was a step up in class and I almost got to the finals but was bundled out by a new player from Russia. Ingrid was furious.
You have lost your edge, she snapped.
I had a bad day, I began but she wouldnt let me finish.
Bad day? Abysmal day, more like it! Pathetic! You have lost your concentration and your focus. I knew I shouldnt have let you jerk off! she hissed and I looked around to see if anyone could hear. Only Kimberley stood near enough to hear a broad smile on her face.
Ill do better next week, I said.
I know you will, she snapped, a cold smile on her face. Kimberley, she said more calmly. Get his edge back, please, she ordered, turned on her heel and walked away. Edge? What did she mean by that, I wondered? I was soon to find out.
Kimberley knocked on the bungalow door that night, a big smile on her beautiful face and dressed to kill in a black dress and hose. My cock squirmed in that unforgiving perspex tube and I yearned to be able to live the life I once led.
I have a date, she said, nonchalantly walking past me into the bungalow, her musky perfume sweeping over me and she did a small pirouette in the centre of the room. What do you think?
I gulped. Beautiful, I said hoarsely, my pulse racing and my cock fruitlessly attempting to grow.
Are you sure? she said. This is a big date.
You look wonderful.
Youre a man, she said. Do you think hell like these? Slyly, she raised her dress and I stared at the black lace suspenders holding the black stockings in place. Think hell get a pleasant surprise when he slips his hand up my dress? she smiled teasingly.
My heart pounded and my cock ached as I licked my suddenly dry lips. Yes, I croaked, not knowing what to say.
What about these? she asked casually, raising her hem higher to display her tiny panties in wispy black gauze. Too slutty? Ive noticed that most men love girls panties. Do you like these?
I swallowed and stared at that wispy piece of lace that coyly hid her pussy from my gaze. Yes, I murmured. Theyre very sexy, I added, grimacing a little as my cock flexed against the perspex.
Kimberly noticed my wince, smiled in triumph and dropped her hem. I felt a sense of loss as her panties and stocking tops disappeared from my hungry view. Im sorry, Emillio, she said without a hint of remorse. I forgot about that thing. Did it hurt much? she drawled innocently but I thought I saw a malicious glint in her eye.
You know it did, I muttered.
Sorry, she said airily and casually walked out the door. See you tomorrow.
I spent that night in a sea of frustration, tossing and turning as the image of a mans hand sliding up Kimberleys nylon clad legs waved behind my eyes. She was right, she liked to tease.
We trained long and hard the next morning with Kimberley driving me mad in her tight white shorts and a white halter-top. My gaze was constantly drawn to the white material where it stretched tightly over her smooth crotch and to her breasts where the outline of he nipples followed my every move. All the while, my cock pounded.
I relaxed after lunch and returned to the court where, to my surprise, Ingrid was waiting with Kimberley. Both women were dressed in white tennis dresses and I sneaked a glance at their tanned legs. Ingrid told me I was playing both of them and, for the next two hours, they ran me over the court but I managed to not only hold my own but to beat them.
We sat under a tree sipping drinks. Youre going well, Ingrid said. You play in L.A. on Thursday. Win there and we move into full campaign.
Does he get another reward? Kimberley asked innocently, a faint smile on her face and I flushed.
We will see, Ingrid said and walked away. Kimberley stretched out and I glanced at those long legs.
So, she said finally. You were the great Latin lover before Ingrid controlled you?
I had my success, I said modestly, my cock squirming in the perspex as I stared at her legs.
I like a man to take it slow. Lots of caressing. Lots of kissing. You do that, Emillio?
But of course.
I like it when my man finally slides his mouth down to my panties. I bet youre good at that, right? I flushed and she looked at me until understanding appeared in her eyes. She laughed unbelievably. You dont go down? You dont do it!
No, I protested. It is unmanly.
But I bet you expect to get your cock sucked, though, she said bitterly. Men!
I have had no complaints.
Kimberley stood before me and raised her tennis dress, revealing small transparent bikini panties instead of sports pants. Are you sure you wouldnt like to give me a little kiss? she teased and I stared at that tempting triangle of lace as my cock pulsed. For a long moment we held that frozen tableau until she dropped her hem in disgust. Men! she said once more in disgust as she walked away.
Frustration marked my every minute of every day until I walked out on the court for my first match. I was unbeatable and ruthlessly destroyed my opponent. I avoided Kimberly after the matches, listened coldly to Ingrids instructions and marched back onto the courts to eliminate my opponents one by one.
I played coldly with no show of emotion and was completely focused on my opponents. It felt like we were completely alone instead of on centre court, surrounded by fans that loudly cheered the completion of each point.
After a week, I held the trophy over my head to the cheers of the crowd. Some fans enthusiastically raised a banner, which proclaimed Sanchez is back! At the press conference I was distant but polite and left Ingrid to answer questions about my next competition. The sportswriters were all ready comparing my court demeanour to Bjorn Borg and some said I was the Latin Borg. If only they knew.
I met Ingrid in the lobby of the hotel after I had showered and slept. She motioned the waiter over and ordered drinks for us. A good win, she said. We now move onto the circuit and we aim for the Australian Open in January. You train until Christmas and we fly down for the warm up matches in Sydney. Then, Emillio, onto Melbourne for the Open.
Si. Im ready, I said simply.
Ingrid drained her juice, stood and I surreptitiously glanced at her long legs. She was smiling when she looked down at me. We fly back to Vegas tomorrow, Emillio. Sleep well.
I didnt sleep well at all as I was constantly frustrated and images of Kimberly and Ingrid flooded my poor mind. I flew back to Vegas on my own as, apparently, Kimberley and Ingrid Had changed plans to catch a later plane.
Stretching out on my bed in the bungalow, I was going over the game in my head when the phone rang. Hello?
This is Nurse Wilkins. Could you come to my office, please. Now. She rang off and I stared at the dead phone, wondering about her abruptness.
She was waiting for me in her nurses uniform when I arrived, all white and formal. Ms Svenson has instructed that I medically examine you prior to your next campaign. Disrobe please.
Sheepishly, I stripped and stood before her naked with my cock bound in the perspex tube. Wilkins indicated I should move to a tiled area with a metal rod fixed to the walls at waist height. The examination proceeded and, after a while, she told me to rest my hands against the metal rod behind my back. As I did, she clicked two wristbands on and I was secured with my hands behind my back.
Ms Svenson has asked that I secure you when I remove the tube. My pulse quickened as she unlocked the tube, removed it and my cock started to stir as Nurse Wilkins watched it with wry amusement. She sat at her desk and started to write in a file as I stared at her legs in white stockings. Any discomfort with the tube? she asked without looking up. Chafing? Rubbing?
No, I mumbled, blushing and my cock stired as she uncrossed her legs. My mouth was dry as I stared at the gap between her legs, desperate to see anything as my cock leapt into full erection.
Wilkins looked up and smiled at my cock as she snapped latex gloves on. Her perfume swept over me as she stood close to me, her hand slowly gripping my cock. You wish to have orgasm?
Si, I croaked. Please.
Nurse Wilkins gave my cock a little jerk and walked away, leaving me panting with my cock pounding. She sat once again and opened her legs, revealing white stocking tops and white panties. Im told you do not perform cunnilingus. Is that correct?
Pardon? I mumbled. I do not know.
You do not kiss pussy! she snapped, widening her legs and I stared at her panty covered crotch, yearning for it. Wilkins saw where I was staring and smiled. I think you would kiss my pussy now, if I asked. Yes? I nodded frantically and she wrote something in the file. Good.
Once again, she stood close, her latex covered finger lazily tracing the veins underneath my cock. You would like to come?
Please, I croaked and her latex covered hand enclosed my cock.
Hump my hand, she said, staring deep into my eyes. Blushing, I started to fuck her hand, my pelvis pushing my cock in and out of her fist while she watched me. My eyes closed as my cum started to build and, suddenly, she removed her hand, leaving me vainly thrusting. You were close? I nodded, breathing heavily. Do you always arrive at the point of ejaculation so quickly?
No, I protested. Its just been so long.
I see. Well have to test that. Her hand encircled my cock once again. You may begin, she said and, shamefully, I started humping again while she watched me in amusement. Suddenly, I was on the edge and pushed frantically as I erupted into sweet orgasm, spilling my cum onto the tiled floor.
Wilkins removed her hand, returned to her desk and started writing once again while I stood with my head down, regaining my breath. After a few moments, she moved a chair next to me and picked up a magazine. Let me know when youre ready, she said as she sat, idly flicking through a magazine.
The room was silent for the next twenty minutes as I stood next to Nurse Wilkins, staring at the white nylon of her legs, as she read the magazine. Soon, my cock started to stir once again and was soon jutting from my body. She looked up and nodded. Ready again, I see. Her latex covered hand enclosed my cock once more but, this time she remained on the chair. You may begin, she said and I stared to hump as she read the magazine.
I felt humiliated as I humped her hand while she virtually ignored me and read an article on hair colour but I could not stop. Finally, I came, spurting once again onto the tiled floor. Yes, she said in a matter of fact voice. That did take longer. Wilkins returned to the desk, wrote some notes and then picked up the chastity tube. Time to clean your genitals, put this back on and then you can clean the floor.
Shamefully, I did that and as I slunk from the medical examination room she smiled and said, Good luck in Australia. I realised that was my last orgasm for at least six weeks.
I trained, played and analysed all my possible opponents for the next few weeks until just before Christmas. Ingrid flew to Sweden to visit with her family and Kimberley travelled to Atlanta to spend Christmas with her family but I stayed in Vegas. I couldnt face my family and, under pressure, may reveal the truth behind the coaching technique.
At last, we were on the plane to Sydney where I played some warm up tournaments and did well, although Steve kicked my ass in the final. Kimberley was constantly teasing me, working me into a fever pitch of arousal with no relief in sight. After the Sydney games, the caravan of the top players in the world moved down to Melbourne.
Melbourne, a city of about three million sits on the banks of the Yarra River and is one of the most European cities of Australia with large populations of second and third generation Greeks and Italians. Cafes are everywhere with delicious European styles of coffee - very simple but strong.
The Melbourne Centre with the great Rod Laver Arena is near the centre of town and you can ride the trains or the quaint trolley cars to it easily. The Tennis Centre is next to the huge Cricket Ground where Australia was proving why theyre number one in that weird sport. I dont get it but a 100,000 screaming Melburnians certainly do.
I attempted to ignore my frustration as I worked my way through the early rounds. The press conferences were a chore as women of all shapes and sizes flirted with me at the end but I couldnt do anything but smile politely and move away.
We were staying in the Hyatt in the city and I kept pretty much to myself. Once night, I opened the door to Kimberley and tried to control my aching cock as I gaped at her gorgeous body in a tight black dress.
She leaned against the door and smiled at me. You played well. Ingrid is pleased.
My eyes were glued to her as my tortured cock pulsed in vain in the cock cage. What do you want? I croaked.
Ingrid;s given me the key. I think you should be nice to me. I was frozen as I watched her hand lift her dress slightly, revealing small white lace panties. I know you dont like kissing pussy, she pouted, but you should be able to kiss my panties?
Trancelike, I slipped to my knees and without any hesitation tenderly kissed the front of her panties. Her intimate perfume swept over me and I felt her hand tousle my hair. Good boy, she murmured and I looked up at her.
Please, I begged.
Does it hurt? she whispered and I mutely nodded. After the final, baby. And after you lick me. She dropped her dress, smiled down at me and left me in a sea of frustration.
Driven by the endless frustration, I ruthlessly drove through the heats as did Steve and, intuitively, I knew we were destined to meet in the final. That wouldnt be easy in front of Steves home crowd as I found in the warm-ups in Sydney.
I was cold and dispassionate as I eliminated my opponents but I was always gracious in victory and found the sport loving Melbourne crowd swinging to my side. Ingrid showed me print-outs of the headlines in the Mexican media and I was proud.
The night before the final, Kimberley once again visited my room and I tried to ignore her but, driven by my frustration, could not.
Its been a while since youve even seen pussy, she whispered as I, once again, knelt in front of her to kiss her panties. The panties were black silk and clung to her mound. Hypnotised, I watched her red fingernails peel back the crotch of her panties and, enraptured, I stared at her pussy, my cock pounding in its cage. Tomorrow, she whispered. Win and this is yours tomorrow.
I played like a man possessed and, maybe I was. Possessed by the thought of Kimberleys pussy. It took five sets with tie breaks at two of the sets but I finally won my first open. Steve shook my hand and smiled. Told she was a great coach. Should have kept my mouth shut.
I had tears in my eyes when I accepted the trophy and I thanked Ingrid for her efforts in getting me to my first Grand Slam win. The crowd cheered and I smiled to myself. If only they knew.
We celebrated for a while and I returned to the hotel with Ingrid and Kimberley. Excellent work, Emillio, Ingrid said as she shook my hand. My job is done and its time for me to retire from the business. Ill leave you to Kimberley, she added, eyes twinkling.
I almost dragged Kimberley to my room and she smiled as she saw the crazed look in my eyes. Take your clothes off, baby, she cooed and I stripped in record time. Sitting on the bed, my cock pounding in the tube, I watched her languidly take her clothes off and I gasped when she was naked. Lying back on the bed, she smiled at me through half-lidded eyes. Time to lick, baby. All prejudices left me as I dived to my task, licking, kissing and tonguing Kimberleys wonderful pussy. It took a while but I managed to clumsily help her to orgasm.
Wordlessly, she crawled to her bag, removed the key and removed the tube. She squatted in front of me, smiling up as my cock sprang into hardness. I groaned as her hand encircled my cock and her pink tongue slowly slid up the sensitive part of my cock. It was too much and I grunted and started cumming as Kimberley jerked my cock with her hands.
Its been a while, she smiled. I understand and we have all night.
And we made love all night. Sometime in the night, I asked her to be with me for the rest of the tour and, snuggling up to me, she agreed.
I awoke the next morning to an empty bed and the noise of a shower in the bathroom. Shocked, I noticed my cock was locked up in the tube once again. Kimberley emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a huge white fluffy towel. Whats this? I asked, gesturing at the cock tube.
Kimberley smiled. Well baby, she drawled. You pussy licking skills need some work. Thought I might use an interesting coaching technique.
And we both laughed.
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SMUGGLERS BLUES (AND BROWNS)
This story contains the following adult content: M/F, F/F, Anal, toys, consensual/non-
consensual sex. You mus be over the age of 18 to read this. If you are not, or do not
enjoy this kind of material, do not read further.
THIS STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION. Any resemblance to any person, living or
dead, is entirely a coincidence.
CH 6
For two years, the ride continued. I imported gold into the U.S. 19" up my butt,
& nose candy to keep my horny bum flying high (in more ways than one) into London,
Madrid, Paris, & Zurich.
My new boss had a stable of girls that had found themselves under his spell
through one means or another, just like I had. All of them were rich, single, good
looking, & in it for the money, thrills, or both. The buyers of our cargo got the couriers'
services temporarily at no charge, with the amount of money they were spending to have
us fly it in, if the mules weren't already permanent employees of the end buyer(s). The
outgoing cargo would be distributed well before the flight, & carried on in hand baggage,
just like the airline couriers. In flight, we'd all get down & nasty. The longer the flight,
the longer the fun. I'd participate for a while, letting the co-pilot take over, we'd take
turns. At some point in the flight, things would segue from eating, drinking, movies, etc.,
to getting drunk & then getting bare. We'd have one-one ones to EVERYONE on ones,
tippling booze or snorting coke to get high, though I stayed away from using the stuff
since I was the flight commander. Didn't want to crash & kill us all because I was
otherwise occupied.
With that responsibility, I actually found myself working more & more, &
partying less & less. Trying to fly with a big bong up your ass is distracting enough!
Good thing I could manage working with something big up my ass!! Meanwhile, the
passengers would numb up their asses by pouring booze up their asses or tipping coke in,
then as they'd start FLYING their inhibitions would drop, & they'd get greasy, nasty, &
REALLY get into stuffing each other with those big cargo boles. Those thrill-seeking
whores ADORED fucking every willing asshole with those big cargo bongs. Finally,
towards the end of the flight, they'd all start coming down, cleaning up, & getting ready
for customs.
After several months, I received a message from Scarlet. She'd managed to get
out from under, & been gotten out of the country by a very famous lesbian who
specialized in fashion (legitimately) and white slavery, trafficking in less than willing
models who had to work as sex slaves for mid-eastern royalty, as well as more willing
girls to be mules & whores for the same. I was enjoying my work & ever-widening circle
(pun intended!) of big anal dildo sex partners. So, I sat down with my lover-boss & the
three of us came to a plan that allowed me to share my flying & importing skills with
Scarlet & her employer. It was AMAZING! Scarlet had a new face, & the two (or three
or four) of us would fly all over the world, carrying supermodels who were slim, taut, &
carrying superdildos up their asses, & enjoyed having them up there, let alone getting off
on us PUTTING them up there!! God, what beautiful, nasty skanks they were! We'd
work them over on the flight, then, after we'd gotten through customs, we'd take our
favorite to Belinda's clinic & let HER get in on the fun, too. God, the fucking could just
go on & on & on... I wanted that part to last forever... But, like everything else in life, it
was too good to last.... This time around....
One morning, we had a problem among our passengers. One girl, a former 3rd
rate model who'd gotten WAY too deep into her drug habit, had been moved through the
system at large from high-class call girl all the way down to sex slave & mule to the
highest bidder, who was a vicious Afghan drug lord. She showed signs of being battered
about quite a bit. She'd only recently been allowed into the courier ring, as this
particularly nasty drug lord had been brought into the ring by Scarlet's employer because
of the absolutely DEEP & ENDLESS coffers he had, from which multi-millions flowed
into Scarlet's bosses accounts on a regular basis. He was her best customer, & she his.
Still, none of us liked doing business with him; he was crude, filthy, abusive, & that's not
saying much, so many in that part of the world are exactly like him. And, it was easy to
be suspicious of his kind, after 9/11. I didn't trust him one bit, and I made that perfectly
clear. His people would be carefully screened, there would be no 9/11s aboard MY
airplane. I'd kill the filthy raghead bastard first, I didn't care how much power or money
he had; and my boss, the software mogul who owned the plane, & got hefty comissions
for letting Scarlet's employer have it's services along with mine, agreed, hands down.
He didn't like their kind one bit, but it was the cost of doing business.
So, this former model was on our plane, reluctantly, at our permission & her own
will, battered & bruised. Then, to top it off, when it was party time, lo & behold, SHE
was already carrying! The filthy bastard had coked her up & stuffed it in her himself,
roughly. There was dried blood on her seat. We got her presentable enough to pass
through customs. I told Scarlet later, "If we see another of his mules in that condition, he
is out of our program. I DON'T want to have to explain why one of our passengers..."
"I'll deal with it." However, this client continued to batter & rape his mules, injuring
them as he forced improperly trained couriers to carry from the departure point. He got
off on their pain & forcing humongous dicks up their ass, dry. He obviously liked
abusing women. Then, I've yet to meet a man from that part of the world who had even a
shred of respect for a woman. Women are treated like cattle or other chattel over there.
Why we put up with them... Duh...
Another time, one showed up with no signs of battery, but started bleeding out
after removing her bole & turning it over to the buyer to extricate the cargo from within.
We rushed her to Belinda's clinic. Scarlet disappeared once we got there. I took Belinda
aside later. "That ruthless sonofabitch. He really gets off on torturing his girls. I don't
say anything because the problem is, aside from the fact we're in way too deep, other
parts of the chain are willing to overlook his flaws because he smuggles in almost as
much product for contacts through all of Asia as our South American contacts all put
together. And that's just one piece of the puzzle. The only ones that get hurt are the ones
like her, unwilling girls who've spiralled down the food chain until they're not worth
anything but the price he'll pay for them, because no one else will use them. His
personal girls are the ones who don't get with the program, & the girls' former bosses
want them broken. He's the bottom end of the food chain. If they wind up with him,
they're..." "Shit." "This one got hurt worse than any I've seen before." "He did her some
damage. She's lucky to still be here." "He shouldn't be allowed to import this way."
"Have you ever..." "Yeah..." "One of these days... gotta go."
A few weeks later, that client showed up at the field we used in Paris, with a girl
in tow. It was obvious she wanted out, & he wanted to go along. I put my foot down,
HARD. She could fly; but HE was NOT getting on MY airplane. I wasn't going to have
him causing trouble among the passengers, runing the whole transaction, or worse. I
didn't trust this filthy rich filthbag farther than I could spit at him. My employer agreed
with me, 1000%. So, not only being the pilot, but also the senior person from the ring on
site, I stood toe-to-toe with the smelly, woman-hating raghead with questionable
alliegances, & said "I've seen the condition your carriers come to us in. Even the most
stubborn are NOT to be forced! No one we fly carries high or deep until WE certify them
as able to do so. You have never let your people be certified by our doctors. Continue to
rape the cargo into them before departure, & YOU WILL BE OUT. The senior partners
are in full agreement with this. From now on, you either import using 'certified' carriers,
and use our methods, or you find another pipeline. We will NOT risk our business for
you. Your VICTIMS are going to bring the house down around us. Now: either take her
out of here, or put her on the plane & get back in your car; but YOU... PERSONALLY...
are NOT getting on MY airplane. I will NOT have you disrupting the passengers. Get
with the program." "Do you know who I am, woman? I am one of your biggest suppliers
now." "No, YOU'RE not. I've been in on the dildo ring almost from its inception
several years ago; and you're nowhere NEAR the top of our supplier chain. I know
everyone in this circle we've created; and I know who YOU are: a mean, vicious, little,
American-hating, woman-hating extremist who gets off on having us smuggle his
merchandise so he can abuse troublesome mules & rape them up their asses with massive
toys, all so he can feel supremely powerful & dominant because he CAN'T EVEN GET
IT UP! My BOSSES say: NO GO. I say NO GO. YOU... DON'T... GO. Now: either
put her on the plane, or don't. Either way, get your filthy, smelly ass out of here. And
take a BATH while you're at it!" "You will regret this. All of you." He spat at my feet &
left with his mule. Too bad for her; but, all his girls disappear at one point or another.
She was lost a long time ago.
That was the beginning of the end. I was going to get out, once and for all. If I
had any choice, I'd break the ring myself. It wasn't fun, money, & freaky sex games
anymore. The money & glitz, the high living, the insatiable anal parties & flying all over
the world with super-schlongs up my ass was turning into ugliness & danger. I recalled
the words of the customs agent who'd busted us on that last flight before the commercial
airline end went up in smoke. What if that nasty raghead bastard...
A few weeks later, I bumped into an old friend on a trip into L.A.; none other than
Jeanna, the big anal loving customs agent. "Have we met before?" she asked me, unable
to place my face with my voice & bod. "You never know..." I slipped a note into some
documents she had to keep.
A few weeks later, Jeanna was working in New York. I introduced her to
Belinda, so they would both be in on my plan. A big mistake, in more ways than one!
They hit it off REALLY well...
Jeanna whispered in a few smart & discreet ears...
A few weeks more went by....
The senior leaders of the ring were having a conference in New York. We needed
to put out our troublesome client & make up the loss in income. I was a key player, but
not a final decision maker on finances. So, while they discussed new partners; I was
flitting about town with a very friendly, VERY willing supermodel who muled purely for
pleasure, when....
We'd finished having a few drinks at the Plaza & were heading down CPW when
a van pulled up beside us. In front of the crowds on the street, five ski-masked men with
Uzis got out, grabbed me & all but threw me in the van, & sped off, all in a matter of
seconds. I could hear the yelling & screaming on the sidewalk behind us as they sped
away. They sped away fast, then, drove into the park, slowed down, came back out, &
got mixed in with the traffic before anyone was the wiser. Once we were back in traffic,
they bound, gagged, & blindfolded me. I didn't know who they were; but I knew one
thing. They were sending a message. What the message was depended on who the
sender was. If it was Uncle Sam, the message was, "You're busted, the party's over."
That could go either way. If it was our filthy Afghan supplier, he was saying "Don't fuck
with me; or I'll fuck you." I prayed it would be the former, I was a dead duck of an
anally raped to death example to the others if it was the latter. Many minutes of driving
around went by, while I lay on the floor of the windowless van. Then, we pulled into a
garage, & I was led out of the van after having my ankles unbound. I was marched into a
room that had... the qualities of the one I'd seen.... I was freed from my bonds entirely... I
was in a similar, if not the same, concrete & mirrored interrogation room as I had been
those mere two-plus years before when the airline ring came down. I began to hope.
"Tracy. It's been a long time. We've been watching you ever since you were
released. Do you still want out?" "You've been watching... I remember before... If you
are who you say you are, & you have been watching, need you ask?" "Your troublesome
customer, eh?" "Ri... You guys ARE good! I'd have bet all my money no one even had a
clue!" "He'd be a REAL prize. You're lucky he hasn't sodomized you to death by now.
If you want out, we'll give you immunity; but you'll have to turn 'state's evidence' on
ALL of them. Names, amounts, places, dates, EVERYTHING. And we won't let you
hold back on your lover. He's not the biggest fish, but he's going down, too, business
giant or no." "It's all spinning out of control. He knows that, too. I think he's coming to
his senses. Can you..." "That's up to him. As for you..." "Ohhh, I'm in. I want this
whole thing to be over, just so long as... " "Enjoy it while you can, after the trials, you'll
be buried in the protection program. You won't ever see Belinda or Jeanna again.
Speaking of whom, Jeanna wants to thank you for introducing her to Belinda...." "Damn,
I knew I shouldn't have done that..." "You'll all have the chance to have some fun before
it's all done. Just enjoy it; you'll have to find tamer lovers after it's all over.' "I don't..."
"Don't ask. Keep in close touch with those two until everything goes down, so no one
seems unfamiliar to the rest of them & we don't have to pop up looking suspicious.
Then, we'll sit on you until after the trials & you'll get a new life afterward." A needle
was stuck in my arm... "Now, we've got to cover up your disappearance, make it look
legit when you show up out of the blue. There's only one thing that's beliveable..."
They staged quite the performance. First, to give the right image, they fucked me
good. A hooded man came in the room, & led me into an identical room which had not a
tall steel barstool in the center, but a wooden desk chair instead. He bound my ankles &
wrists to the chair with rope, & blindfolded & gagged me, after first stripping me. He
left. The center part of the chair seat felt a little odd... it was a little lower than the outer
edges... not one piece... the center of the seat fell away, like it was on a hinge. I felt air
whisper below my nether regions, but I didn't lose enough of the seat's support to srunch
into the opening. I was open to anything they wanted to... ohhhh.... a vibrator smoothly
rose up into me... must be a piston machine below me somewhere under the seat... it
touched my lower lips... gently spayed them. slipped up... started buzzing... ohhhhhhh....
soo nice.... OOHH...
OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHUUUUURGGGGHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!OHSHITOHSHITOHSHITO
HSHITSOBIGSOBIGSOBIGSOBIGSOBIGOHHHHHMMYYYYASSS!!! My mind
exploded as an old friend, a 14" x 5" super smooth & pliant bong bumped into my
asshole & began pushing at it... pushing me open... No! I'm dry!
OOOOWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In no time, my juices were lubing that wonderful monster dong for me, while it fucked
me deeply for several minutes. Then, it stopped & both dicks fell away. I was feeling
nasty at my holes, hope they didn't make me bleed (overly much, it wouldn't be
convincing otherwise.). The door opened, & I was let up from the chair. My wrists were
rebound, this time in front of me. I was ungagged, but I was still blindfolded. I was
marched back to the van. Another voice as we were driving. "When we stop, open the
door & run." The blindfold came off, to reveal four masked men with Uzis. My hands
were still bound. "Not to worry, Tracy, it's all part of the act. Your former partners have
to be convinced you got away, by pure luck & the skin of your teeth, before what they'll
think is your troublesome client got you somewhere PRIVATE. Now, when you get out,
run like hell. We'll make like we're chasing you. We're feds, as you know, so we'll
handle the local boys without giving them a clue as to what's going on." They loosened
the ropes around my wrists, carefully slicing them with a knife so they'd part at the first
pull of my wrists. "We're in Central Park, near 57th. Head toward CPW and scream your
head off."
We stopped with a jerk. "GO!" I grabbed the door handle, yanked the door open,
and fell out. I picked myself up fast & ran, stark naked, and barefoot, through the park.
Let me just get to the sidewalk without tearing up my feet.... they were close behind
me... I started yelling. Showtime! "HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP! POLICE!!!
HEELLLPP!!!" Near the sidewalk at 57th & CPW, I ran into a dog walker with several
leashed dogs in one hand & a cell phone in the other. We fell in a jumble of humans,
dogs, & leashes. "Owww!! Shit! Look out! They're after me!!" They were bearing down
on us... "I need your cell phone!" I grabbed it, got up, & ran. The slim girl screamed,
grabbed her charges by the leads, & screamed as she ran, outpacing the mutts by a mile.
Meanwhile, I continued pounding along the hedge bordering CPW as I dialed 911. "Help
me!" I screamed into the phone when they answered. "I'm being chased through Central
Park... near 57th & CPW... they kidnapped me from the Plaza... pulled me in a van... gray
van... they're trying to run me down!! Ahhh!!!" I dived in the bushes as they... HEY!!
This is supposed to be an act, you dopes! Be careful! The bums almost clipped me. I
know we've got to make this real; but don't kill me by accident!! "They almost got me!
I'm in the bushes... don't know just how far from 57th I am... it's a gray van... old... no
windows... no, didn't see the plate... four men with Uzis wearing black clothes & ski
masks... I clawed a couple of them & got away... they were trying to rape me... Help
me!!! They're coming back!" I could hear sirens nearby... the feds were coming around
again, this time on the grass!! I got up & ran... "I'm near 55th now... shiiittt!!!" I dived
over the hedge onto the concrete to avoid being hit. "OOOWWW!!! Please hurry! I had
to jump over the hedge to miss being hit again... I'm the one running naked down the
sidewalk along CPW... you can't possibly miss me... PLEASE HURRYY!! I can't keep
dodging them... they're ahhhhh!!!" The sirens were close; but I couldn't see them... must
be behind me somewhere... I dived in the bushes again as they brushed against me,
scraping a layer of skin off as I tried to avoid being solidly hit. Damn these bastards!
They're gonna kill me making it look good... they drove through another section of hedge
up ahead, merged back into traffic, three squad cars with lights flashing & sirens blaring
chasing them... & they disappeared down CPW as another pulled up nearby.
Hours later, after interviews by the police & all the usual rigamarole surrounding
such an 'incident', I found myself back at the hotel. The others swallowed the story,
hook line, & sinker, believing it was our Afghan troublemaker who was behind the
'attack' on me. We were packing up to get out of there, when the the roof fell in on all of
us. Scarlet, the other ringleaders, my clients, Scarlet's clients, they were all swept up by
the feds before we could even vacate our suites & check out. They processed & booked
us all, making it look like our Afghan supplier had gone so far as to sell us out to the
intelligence authorities & the H.S.A. It seemed hard to believe; but there we were, &
there were the feds, making like he'd given us up to get us all.
After we were done being booked & had been locked down to await trial, Scarlet
& I were asleep in a two person cell, when the door burst open & the guards came in &
roughly hauled us away. In a dank laundry room, we were turned over to masked men in
black clothing, & each of us was taken away in turn. She believed we were both dead.
Scarlet, I knew, was actually going to be kept in isolation, away from the rest, in order to
cover my absence. It would look like we'd been bought & paid for.... for .... and that's
what everyone else would think, until the trials began, & Scarlet appeared at the defense
table while I appeared on the witness stand. By the time the truth was revealed, it would
be too late for the rest of them. Finally, I was getting a little payback for being forced
into this situation that had imperiled me even as it fed me.
Meanwhile, the masked men drove me away... to a house on the island. The men
turned out to be Jeanna, & Belinda, along with two female Witness Proteciton agents.
Belinda & I were both in protective custody. Jeanna'd turned her, butt good. Too bad for
me, I'd only have a little more fun with them both, & they'd still be fucking each other
long after I'd been buried in WitProt. I'd made a little mistake in introducing them to one
another.
We were horny, & we had no equipment at the safe house. So, we bribed our
agents to let us drop by Belinda's now closed down clinic & get some things. In reality,
we wanted to play there one more time, as well as bring some things back. Just this once.
It had been a long time since I'd gotten a taste of either one, I was way too busy to
get it on with Belinda the few times I'd been in New York, & Jeanna, well...
At the clinic, the two tied me up & gagged me, & made me watch from an
irrigation chair while they strapped on black 12" x 3" smooth & firm dongs & fucked
each other's asses. What a grand , deliciously exciting sight it was! Belinda, sinking her
black dong into Jeanna's tanned bottom, on top & wrapped around her as she pushed up
(or should that be down?) into Jeanna's ass. Then, switching as Jeanna plowed into
Belinda's slick & gaping poopchute from behind while Belinda was on all fours. When
each had rectally climaxed the other, they tag-teamed me. Both of them took a turn in
both my holes. I straddled Jeanna as she lay on her back on the doctor's table & took her
dildo into my pussy, while Belinda burrowed into my butt from behind.
Oooohhhhhhhmiigoodd, Belinda screwed my ass sooo good. I was going to miss that.
Then, I rolled over, & we continued with Jeanna literally up my ass from below, while
Belinda banged my pussy from above with that dirty dildo. Then, after a while longer,
THEY switched, & Belinda was literally up my ass while Jeanna got into my pussy from
above. I rolled over again much later, & let Jeanna take my behind FROM behind, while
Belinda speared my gushing poon once again. For a couple of hours they fucked me
good & loose. Finally...
"My turn.. It's been a while since I've gotten into either one of YOU." Time to
pleasure them both, at the same time. First, to make Belinda watch & get off. After she
was bound in her favorite fur & leather cuffs at the ankles & wrists, I put her favorite pair
of leather-clad earphones on her & made her listen to those dusky, erotic rhythms I'd
heard during that first irrigation several years before. I had her leaning in the corner of
the room's sofa, with her dirty dildo sticking up proudly. I greased up a black rubber
expanding buttplug & stuffed it in her, pumping it up. "Hold that while I get another
taste. Don't forget who introduced you two." Jeanna lay on the doctor's bench, waiting
expectantly. "C'mon & work me over, baby." I grabbed another buttplug like the one I'd
just plugged into Belinda, popped open an industrial sized jar of vaseline & smeared the
contents on the plug. Then, I applied a tube of ky to Jeanna's backdoor, & squeezed the
contents into her anus. "Open wide..." Jeanna obligingly parted her buttocks as I
pushed... "Oooohhhhhhh...." That delicious bitch enjoyed feeling her butthole flare open
& close up around the intruder. I pumped her up, until her anal entry was wide enoough
to swallow the base (if it would budge!) I squirted more KY into her asshole around the
base-flap of the plug, 'Ohhkay... pulll..." "Mmmphh!!" "Ohh, you can't!" I deflated it, &
SCHUMPP!! Her bottom sucked the plug inward and closed up around the air hose. "It
went all the way in! How pretty!!" "Mmmph!!" Mmmphh! Mmph mmph mmph!!" I
interpreted that to mean 'pull it out' as she 'mmph'ed through the ballgag I'd stuffed in
her mouth before I started plugging her. "Too far?" I squeezed more KY... inflated it...
and pulled... "mmmmmMMMMMMMMM!!! MMMmm!!" she squealed through her
gag as I pulled it out, while it was still fully inflated. Without pausing, I shoved in a 4"
wide, footlong inflate-a-dick made of the same new-gen rubber as the buttplug. I pumped
it up, & stroked it in & out of Jeanna's loosening anus, until she was greasy sloppy, &
cavernous. Her asshole was gaping a good 5" open between the cleft of her buns. I
grabbed an old friend from the dildos we'd laid out, the 14"x 5" hard & bumpy. I
strapped it on, slathered it with KY until every inch was dripping with it, & fucked it into
her slicky fanny hole with unbelievable ease. Jeanna mewled & moaned in pure ecstasy
as I reamed her out a lot more. I pulled her up onto her knees after a while, as I stopped
every so often to recover with more KY, & then vaseline & MORE KY. Then, I'd
snuggled in as I bored up to the center of her bottom. After a while, she stopped hanging
on for the ride & just letting herself enjoy the fullness in her rectum, & just let herself go.
She went from a relaxed, easy 'filling me up SOOO good' attitude to trembling, quaking,
excruciating ecstasy as she allowed herself to start gripping, milking, & working to build
up to an anal orgasm... letting her insides be stroked off... letting the electricity surge...
her face reddening as her bowels rumbled... I saw shit on my dildo as I continued shoving
my hips against her buns & shoving that mighty bole up her shithole... her mewls &
whimpers became first short "mmm"s & then a longer, higher
'mmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!" as she blasted off to Ohio at last,
gushing cum & peeing herself as she achieved a hard anal orgasm from just the
stimulation I was giving her ass channel. She flopped, vapored out.
I pulled out & slapped her back to alertness. "Damn, I'd forgotten how good you
were. Why don't you fuck her awhile, I gotta shit... " "You already DID, bitch, all over
this glorious ding-dong. No taking a dump for you, I'll mine it all out for you! We're not
done yet. Maybe she can clean you out later." I took off the big & bumpy... : "Remember
this?" I pulled out a flesh-toned rambone. Her eyes widened. "OH BOY! Neither you or
she have used that on me before!" "I don't know why, I had one with me in L.A. that
time we were together while I was still an F.A., and she uses them to irrigate! Belinda!
You've never irrigated her?" "I was making her wait!" "Ohh, the torment of wanting that
thing up your butt & being denied. Wait no more, my bitch! I'm gonna get your shit all
OVER this, baby." I smeared every inch thickly with vaseline & drizzled KY all over it...
"On all fours, bitch... try to shit... okay, hold it right... there..."
"OOOOOHHHHHhhhhhh.... " she moaned in gratification & gratitude as I touched my
4" thick pole to her almost 6" wide hole & pushed against the soft log of shit trying to
escape... I gripped my pole with both hands & levered it in...
"oooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!" She howled that endless "OOOOOOO!!!!" as I bored that foot & a half long
monster up her shit, digging a hole in her dirt, smearing it all over her bowel walls & all
over the length of my mighty dildo as I pushed deeper... deeper... twisted it slightly...
"OOOOOWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!" She cried out, even HIGHER,
as I pushed higher into her, heading for as high as that dong would go...
"OOOOOHHHH.... SOFULL...
SOOOOFULLLLL....SOOOOOOOOGOOOOOOOOODDD!!!! Deep in my ass!!
DEEPINMYASS!!! DEEPER.... DEEPERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!! Fill me up...
FILLMEUP!!!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She was fingering herself madly, rapidly.... gushing on her fingers... peeing herself again
as I bumped the balls home into her cleft, every inch of the shaft now filling her turd
tunnel. She trailed off &fell on her face, ODing on bliss... I let go of the dong... and
easily, unbeLIEVEably easily, she pushed the entire length out without even pulling on it.
When it lay on the thin paper covering the bench always has, I saw it was completely
covered in shit. I started pushing it back in again... she rolled on her side to let her 's'
curve accomodate it... & rolled over again as I pushed it in, stopping to take a picture
with a digicam as it stuck up proudly from her asshole, the 5" of shaft closest to the balls
of that massive rectal rocket peeking deliciously from her butt. I put on a strap on
harness, pulled the suction cup base into the seat of the harness at my crotch, & bored
in... roto-rootering out her rear end... humping & grinding & plowing the shit out of her.
Finally, I withdrew, when, after over an hour of deep, vaseline greasy, KY wet humping,
she warbled a high note through her gag & collapsed once again, twitching all over as she
maxmised out on her orgasmic bliss.
"Boy, you sure blew her out!" said Belinda from across the room. "Feeling
neglected?" I called back. I grabbed the huge & bumpy from where I'd discarded it,
detached my harness from the long dong embedded up Jeanna, put the big & bumpy in
the rambone's place in the harness, vaselined it thoroughly, unplugged Belinda, & bored
up her butt from below as she sat facing me on the couch, nether regions still settled
comfortably on the cushions. I worked myself onto the cushions, & her onto my lap &
onto my massive dick. Belinda sank her asshole slowly down around it's trunk & rode
me with complete abandon. Jeanna watched for some time, then got up to join us. But,
rather than fuck Belinda up front... she pulled that long dong from her ass, & put it, still
dirty with her shit, into another harness that she'd donned. "Wanna get filled up by us
now? After we fill you up, we can big each other out. We'll tag team each other until all
three of us have had both dildos shoved up both holes by both of the others. First, You
ride what you're shoving up her!!" Belinda got off me, took the dildo off me, & strapped
it on herself, & then grabbed my hair, pushed me onto the sofa, & bored it, greasy & slick
with the lubes & shit, up my sloppy but tightening butthole. My head exploded as I was
stretched open again & filled up. After a bit, she pulled out, sat on the couch, & bade me
straddle her. I wrapped my self around her, kssing her hotly as I took that dirty dildo into
my pussy, impaling my womanhood to the max. Jeanna wasted no time in burying her
greasy, dirty, mighty muscle missile up my
poopchute"OHHHHH!!!!!!!!!OHMYGODD!! SO FULLL........" My entire body
exploded along with my head on the extreme capacity-edging double-fucking. How long
they screwed me over, Belinda filling my pussy to the max while Jeanna humped &
bumped & ground & drilled & bored that over foot & a half long meat up my asshole to
the very hilt, I don't even know. They're.... REALLY... good.... Scarlet teaches well... I
can teach well... but Belinda can teach deep, fat, hard, high, greasy, nasty anal better than
all of us put together. She obviously taught Jeanna REALLY well.... Finally, a lifetime
later, they withdrew. Together, they lifted me up & put me in the chaise lounge. Belinda
strapped the super big & bumpy back on me, & sat her asshole on that fat dong as Jeanna
bored the shit snake into me from in front & under, starting low & working in deeper as
Belinda rode me. We were lost in each other, when......
"Hello, ladies; you look like you're having fun." !!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!
They both dismounted, & turned to find what I was already seeing... HIM!!! Our
troublesome, woman-battering, Afghan druglord supplier. "Cut me off, will you? You
were smart to sell the others out. You two, I know," he said, addressing me & Belinda.
"You, you amazon bitch... who are you? You're not part of this enterprise..." "No... I'm
the person responsible for bringing you down. I'm a nasty, big anal loving lesbo who
happens to be a customs agent. I met Tracy when she had a big bong up her ass in L.A,
we fucked, she introduced me to Belinda, and WE fucked, & then they sold everyone out
to me & my people. Including you." "Oh, did you? Not that it matters. There's no one
here with you. No one knows I'm here. And you are all going to die. When you are
dead, the government will have no case, the others will be released when the charges are
dropped, and I'll kill all of them, too. They know I'm waiting for them. And you know
something? I'm going to have fun doing it. I'm going to blow you all up using your
favorite importing devices. I have one for each of you, made out of plastic explosives."
Before we could even move, let alone respond: "FREEZE, you drug-dealing, un-
American shitbag raghead. Drop your weapon. You are surrounded. We've already
gotten your men." Five ski-masked men stood just outside the door of the room we were
in, each of them levelling an Uzi at the last loose thread from our once thriving business.
"Turn around." He did so. "Die, Pigs!" He raised his gun...and we ducked as he took a
faceful of lead for his trouble, & we dove to the floor to be sure none passed through him
& hit us. "Sorry to interrupt, ladies." "Perfect timing." "Well, that takes care of all of
them. You smoked him out for us nicely. Clean up, & start taking what you want to
keep to the truck." Looks like we three might get to spend quite a bit of time together
before the trials. My only question now is, who am I gonna find to satisfy me after it's
all over & I'm buried in the protection program?
END
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HOLLY-WOOD? OR PLASTIC?
DISCLAIMERS
This story contains the following adult content: F/F, Anal, toys, consensual/non-
consensual sex. You mus be over the age of 18 to read this. If you are not, or do not
enjoy this kind of material, do not read further.
THIS STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION. NO INFRINGEMENT, DEFAMATION,
ETC. ETC., IS INTENDED. THE CELEBRITIES IN THIS STORY, WHILE REAL,
DO NOT ACTUALLY BEHAVE IN THIS MANNER (EXCEPT FOR THE ONE ITEM
CHAPTER 1 BEGINS ON, WHICH IS A WELL-PUBLICIZED INCIDENT.)
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CHAPTER 2.
Britney & Christina wanted REVENGE. They were publicly humiliated by the
pictures of their anal exploits in Madonna's playrooms, & they couldn't enjoy kind of sex
other than high-heat, deep & fat, hard penetrations up the wazoo. Next time they met
Madonna, they'd let her take them back to her place again; get HER SERIOUSLY drunk,
& rape her butt more imaginatively than she had either of theirs.
Christmastime, their wishes came true. Of late, Madonna had been seen palling
around with Demi Moore; & Demi, like them, was walking bow-legged after being seen
in Madonna's company. This night, Madonna was alone. They'd packed bags & kept
them stashed in their limos for just such an occasion.
When they left the night's party, however; Demi showed up & got in Madonna's
limo, too. She was already half in the bag. "Oh, you two 'r back! Looks like we're
gonna have a foursome tonight!" "Uh-huh!"
Back at Madonna's place, Madonna was getting SO excited, she couldn't even
concentrate on the strip poker game that always opened her fuckfests; all she could do
was think of the ways she'd do them. Little did she know....
In the bathroom, Britney ran into Demi. B:"Our hostess is really out of it
tonight." D: "That's for sure." "Tell me something, Demi. Are you looking for top or
bottom tonight?" "Some of both. Why?" "Well, Chris & I are..." "Looking for some
payback?" "Uh-huh." "Say no more."
By now, Madonna was not only drunk; but she'd lost the game & was completely
bare. "Time to get on her," Demi thought. As she emerged, topless, from the bathroom,
Demi called, "Madonna!! Want some of this?" She pulled her pants off & lay on her side
on the sofa. "You wanna rape my ass, babe, you gotta get me turned on first!" Mad was
all over Demi's bones in moments. Britney came up on them. "Madonna... you look like
you need to wet your whistle." "Yeah, gimme the bottle." Meanwhile, Chris was lurking
behind the arm of the sofa. "You asked for it!" she crowed. Then, with no warning, she
pushed the neck of a 2/3 empty bottle of Wild Turkey into Madonna's rumphole as
Britney pushed Mad down on top of Demi.
"What... the...fuuuckkk.... WHHHEEEE!!! Booze enema!" Mad cried out.
"Bottoms up, baby!" answered Brit, & Chris then emptied the bottle into Madonna. Mad
absorbed the booze & got seriously drunk, FAST. "Okay, bitch, humiliate us, will you?"
said Chris, "Now, YOU're gonna get your ass raped, big time."
"Who's first?" asked Demi. "Anybody. One does her while the other two hold
her down," Brit replied. D:"We using her toys, yours, or what?" C: "All of the above.
The night is young, & her ass is gonna get filled big time, all night, all day, until we're
done with her.' B: "Tie her up, Chris, while Demi & I poke around & see what we can
find." They returned with a number of toys of all sizes, phallic veggies, & other penile
shaped oddities. There on the couch lay Madonna, bound hand & foot with electric
extension cords, & gagged with a sock. C:"Well, where shall we start?" Demi smiled.
"Brit, gimme those double-headers. ALL of them."
Demi took one, & slid one end of it into her pussy. "Ahhhh... that's nice..." She
then took a tube of KY off of a large pile of them; took the cap off, & applied the tip to
Madonna's crease. D: "Been a while since she's been buggered. She's tight." B: "So
much the better." Demi squirted some of the lube into Madonna's tight ass, & then
pushed the tube into her. "Mm!!" D: "You like it, don't you? Bitch." SPANK! Demi left
a handprint on Madonna's left moon. She THEN emptied the entire tube into Madonna's
bottom. "Nice & slick. All abooooard!" Demi wrapped herself around Madonna, &
using only her hips, pushed her plastic penis up Madonna's poopchute. Mad moved with
her, clearly enjoying it. When, after a bit, Demi tired of humping her, Brit took over.
'Chris, gimme that bottle of Paul Mitchell." Taking it, she rudely slid it into Madonna's
slick shithole. THAT got Mad's attention. "!!" "That's nothing, bitch. Loosen up." Brit
shoved, hard. "!!!!!" SPANK! "Quiet, bitch!" SPANK! Britney continued frigging
Madonna until her hands were tired. She gave the top of the shampoo bottle a slap, & it
slid upward until just the cap was protruding from Madonna's bunghole. "Hold it there,
bitch." C: "Oooohhh... isn't that pretty!" FLASH! B: "Shit it out, bitch." As Mad pushed
on it with her inner muscles, FLASH! Another pic. KLOP! The bottle fell to the floor.
Chris then swooped in with a bottle of Pert, more oblong than circular, & a little longer.
It was greased with vaseline. "MMMMMM!!!!" "Stop squirming, slut, or this'll hurt!"
Chris prodded & pushed, Madonna dilated, & "!!!!!" "There it goes!" FLASH! Chris
then frigged Mad with the bottle until she'd had enough of it.
"My turn again," said Demi. "Ger her on her hands & knees." She got backside
to backside with Madonna. "Britney, bring me three of the regular sized doubleheaders.
Okay... put one in my pussy... ohhh... yeahhh... 'kay... put the other end in hers..."
"Mmmmm..." went Madonna. Demi pushed back. "!" "Okay, Brit, put the next one... up
my ass... OOOyeah... ummph... up HER butt, now... "MmmHmm!" from Mad. "Now,
the next one... my ass.... oooOOOHhhh... her ass..." "!!!!" "Two, no, THREE at once,
baby!" Demi began humping, & Madonna did her best to match her pace. "Oooo...
yeah... soo good... " Demi rode until she came, & then flopped. Chris pulled Demi away,
& got behind Madonna. Pulling her down, they got her on her back, legs over her head,
her spine against the base of the couch. Chris got on the floor beside Madonna, Brit
staying on the sofa. She took hold of the two fake snakes still up Madonna's behind &
began pumping them. Chris grabbed the fourth & stuffed it in Madonna's pussy
alongside the first one. As the twosome worked her over, Madonna moaned & groaned
as they pumped her repeatedly. "Step back, girls!" Demi was back. FLASH! "You
know... she needs more opening up!" Britney reached down & helped pull the unresisting
Madonna back onto the couch. Slipping the fake snakes out of Madonna's pussy, she
stabbed one into a jar of vaseline, & then pulled it out & began pushing it between the
two already lodged up Madonna's rear. "!!!" SWAT! "Bitch." Getting a toehold, she
thrust it in. "!!!!!!!!!!" "Oh, you want MORE!" Britney repeated her actions with the
fourth double-header, pushing it into the center of the triangle of latex protruding from
Madonna's rectum, thus opening her even wider. "!!!!" "Quiet, whore." D: "Don't smile,
Brit!" Britney pulled back out of the way as Demi snapped another photo. Then, Brit
squirted more KY around Madonna's outer ring, & began to frig all four at once.
"Mmm! MMM! MMMMM!!! MM....MMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!! MMMmmm...
mmmmm....." "Feels amazing, doesn't it?" Brit asked as the other two closed in & helped
to move each one in & out at the same time as the other three; but not in time with them.
Madonna felt like four guys were up her ass at once!
Chris, meanwhile, was getting other ideas. She cast her eyes over toward where
Madonna's home recording studio was, spying a tapered microphone with a smooth
conical base & capped with a large foam rubber cover. Leaving Madonna to the mercies
of the other two, she went over to scope it out. It was hooked up to the recording
equipment with a long extension wire. She added enough signal line to bring it all the
way over to the couch, & turned the system on. Coming back, she grinned an evil grin at
the other two. Brit & Demi smiled back, wickedly. Seeing the mic, Mad's eyes grew
wide. As the two then slipped the quartet of shit snakes out of her, Madonna began to
struggle, comprehending only too well what was next. "Hold her down!" Christina
commanded. She covered the mic with two rubbers, then dunked the mic in vaseline, &
nodded to the other two. They obliged by pulling Madonna's cheeks apart. "Look at her
gaping hole. Fill 'er up!" She snuggled the foam pickup agaomst Mad's poopchute &
began to push. Madonna fought harder. "Stop struggling & take it. It's going up your
ass whether you like it or not." The foam bent & the mic slid home. "!!!!!!!!!!!!" As
Madonna tightened up, she pulled the mic deeper into her bottom. In a few moments,
only the tip of the base & the cord were showing. FLASH! "Look, girls, she's got a tail!"
"A plugged up tail, at that!" All three rolled with laughter. Madonna reddened in
humiliation. She tried to push the mic out....
"PPPHHHHHHHBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!" A fart ripped throught the
studio's speakers. The trio laughed harder. Britney got up & started to play butt bongo
on Mad's cheeks. "Again, bitch!"
"ppppppPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHB
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Mad let another one rip, twice as long as the last one. "Nicely done."
PLOOOOP! "!!!!" "That didn't hurt, did it? Ohhhh... the foam & rubber didn't come
out! Gotta go in after it!" Britney slid her fingers in... "!!!!!!" Brit's fist stretched her
again, sliding in up Madonna's backside to the wrist. "!!"..."!!!" "Hold... still.... Got it!"
POOP! "Anyone for handball?" All three then took turns fisting Madonna's dirty
fuckhole. Finally done....
B: "Wow... she's got one big butthole!" D: "Had enough, bitch? Keep dreaming.
You're nowhere NEAR done." Demi got up to look for something else... laid eyes on
their bags... rifled through Chris's.... "Ooohhh... look what YOU brought!" From the bag,
Demi produced a smoothed wood rolling pin with it's handles missing. "How about a big
log going up instead of out, slut?" Demi proceeded to slide it, dry, up Madonna's greasy
& gaping ass channel. "Mmmm...." "Ohh, you like that, don't you!" Demi began
pushing & pulling, fucking Madonna's fundamental orifice with a will. After a while,
Britney nodded her desire to move in, & Demi withdrew the wooden roller. Britney
stepped up to bat, holding a plastic hair dryer like a gun. She'd removed the nozzle cap,
& covered the blower with two condoms. She slipped it into Madonna's shithole with
ease, dilated as it was. Britney really got into pumping it in & out, as Madonna wiggled
& play fought, powerless under the other two. "Mmm! MMmmm! MMM!!!" she
quivered & shimmied, her creamy bottom wiggling in time with Britney's rapid reaming,
unable to hang on to the super smooth & nicely wide nozzle for anything. It plunged &
slipped in & out, out & in, in & out.... Suddenly, Madonna felt the hair dryer disappear,
& something cold, wet, & metallic touched her cheeks. Before she knew it, a soda can
had dropped into her waiting dumper. She closed up over it, pushed it back out an inch,
drew it in & out a few more times, & finally expelled it from her anus. "Not enough?
Here's more!" She felt the base of a 20 oz soda bottle slid up. Christina pumped it in &
out like a woman posessed.
Britney was getting crazy with lust. She was getting.... SOOO....horny... "Demi...
fuck me... give me what I just gave her..." "Demi obliged, applying generous amounts of
KY, & then slipping the hair dryer's nose, the condom still slick with Madonna's juices,
up Britney's butt. "OoooooooOOOOOOO!!!!!!! YEAH! That's it!
OOOOOoooooooo......" She became delirious with the intensity of the anal invasion, as
Chris continued her assault on Madonna's anus with the soda bottle. As Demi showed
signs of wanting Madonna again, Christina said, "Looks like she's getting tired, ladies;
think she needs a pick me up?" She pulled the bottle out, opened it, & tipped the open
end into Madonna's tush without spilling a drop. The soda drained into her colon in
moments. "!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Her body absorsbed the caffeine & sugar, & got serious wired.
"WHEEE!" Mad had managed to get the sock out of her mouth. "What a rush! More!"
Demi got another bottle of Wild Turkey & tippled four fingers worth behind the soda.
"Rye & cola enema! Better than drinking it!" B: "She's FLYING!" D: "Yeah, she's in no
position to object to ANYTHING, now!" M: "C'mon, girls, what else ya got?
Turnabout's fair play! I fucked your asses good; keep fucking mine!" C:"You bet that
super-loose ass, we will!" B: "How about some food with that drink, bitch?" Britney'd
produced a bag of cucumbers. "Hmm..." she slid one into Madonna's waiting asshole.
Way loose. One's not gonna do it." The first was backed out & a second one joined it,
both going up together. Christina took hold of one. "Hold on," called Demi, "me, too."
They pulled Madonna over the arm of the couch, & Demi plowed Madonna's pussy with
a third cuke while Brit & Chris plied Mad's poopchute with the first two. Madonna was
delirious. "Ohhhyeahhh... ohyeah....OHEAYHH........" she nattered over & over.
Finally.... D: "Ladies, she's so loose, we gotta ramp things up a notch!"
"What else have we got?" asked Demi. "BIG stuff. Hers & ours," replied Chris.
"She's almost wide enough to be gang-banged by the same rods she used on us.
Almost." "You'd better believe it!" crowed the drunken Madonna. "I've got that
feeling... wind whistling through my ass!" "Well, we'll just have to stop it up, won't
we?" asked Chris. "I've got just the things!... I just love these spreading my bumhole..."
she trailed off as she produced two dildos from her bag, both resembling two tennis balls
on a stem with a base. "They look like repros of enema balloons!" commented Demi.
"Right!" "You use both?" "One in each end. Her, however...." she greased one up, &
found the paddle Madonna used for plug spankings. She touched the nub to Madonna's
butt. "She's tightening up again. She needs CONSTANT attention to keep her width."
Chris tapped on the base of the dildo with the paddle. "Ooo!" The first ball popped
inside Madonna's bottom; & her muscles pulled it in until the top of the second ball was
between her cheeks. WHOP! "OOOOOO!!!" The scond ball forced it's way in & Mad's
sphincter slammed shut behind it, the base of the dildo showing. Chris pulled one out...
pushed in... out... in... "She's loosening... the other one..." The first ball of the second
dildo pushed behind the first dildo's first ball... "OOOOOHHHHH!!!!!" Madonna wailed
as it pushed deeper & stretched her butt muscle back to the size it had been shortly
before. As Mad tried to move them around inside her body, to accomodate them
comfortably, she pulled the other two in together! "NNNYYYEERRRGGHHH.....
OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! OHMIGODIMSOFULL1 Get 'em out!...
Nyyerrrghhhh.... OW! OO! OO! OOO!!!" Out they came, one by one. The torturous
ecstsy put her out.
"She's ready." "Not just yet." Demi slapped Mad awake. "Wake up, bitch.
We've just begun to torture your butt." She went over to the recording studio, & returned
with a pair of Madonna's earphones, a vintage pair of Koss K/6 's. "These are
REARphones now; they'll be ruined after this." Demi found a knife, sliced the headset's
headband open with it, freeing the cord that fed the two from it, & then removing the
earcups from the clamps of the yoke. Demi covered the phones with vaseline, & then,
angled one into Madonna's anus, following with the other, until the cords were hanging
out of her butt. "Ooohhh... SOO... FULL...." "Yeah?" "Ow! OW!" Demi pulled on the
cord & pulled them out, one after the other. "THIS'll make you feel even fuller than
those rubber balls." She cupped the earphones together, seated them between Mad's
cheeks, & began pushing... "Ooo... OOOOOHHH... Ohmy... ohmi...
OHMIGAAWWWDD!!!!!" Madonna cried out as they stretched her over-dilated
sphincter wider yet. "ooOOOOOOOO!!! Ahhhhhh...." The upper edges had pulled her
open enough to enter... "a little farther..." the widest point was moving inward...
SCHOOOMPP!!! Madonna's elastic anus regained control & pulled the phones in
together, a good 6" in girth. "OOOooooOOOO!!!" She wailed. "OH, Wow! So Big!
So BIG in my Ass! Mmmph! Mmmph! OW! OW!" Demi pulled the phones out again.
"Don't look now, here it comes!" called Britney. Before Madonna knew what hit
her, "ooooOOOO! OOOOOOO!!! AHHH!" Brit had grabbed her by the hair, pulled her
head up, & by force of action, pulled the rest of her backward to where a 7" wide by 9"
tall buttplug was waiting on the couch cushions below. Gravity did the rest, & the plug
forced it's way in easily. "You bitch! You'll pay for that! Get this thing out of my ass!"
"When I'm ready, slut." Britney rolled her roughly onto the floor. Rolling over on her
stomach, what Madonna saw made her eyes bug out. "EEEPP!!" Demi grabbed her by
the hair. "Play time's over, bitch. Now, you pay for sodomizing us to the breaking point
& leaving us wanting more. You've been having WAY too much fun." "NO, NOT
THAT! ANYTHING butmmmmphhhhh...." Britney cut her off by wrapping a ballgag in
place. On the floor, standing upright, were a number of extreme sized dongs. "Ooohhh,
yeahhh. You rape our butts, we rape yours right back."
POOOOPP!! Brit pulled the plug out. Madonna screamed through her gag.
"THAT got her attention. She's bleeding from the sphincter a little. Looks like you tore
her just a little, Brit. Too bad for her. Booze!" "!!!!! Mmmm..." Mad whimpered, as
another shot of whiskey cleansed her ripped rear entry & was absorbed into her
bloodstream. Christina grabbed a 10" long x 5" wide pyrex dildo that was a bit wider in
the middle of the shaft than at either end. After applying a jar of vaseline & a tube of KY
to Madonna's wrecked asshole, she plunged the rod home... "!!!!!!!!" The dildo was so
hard & slick, Madonna's bottom couldn't get a purchase on this ramrod. In & out, it
went out fast & back in faster. Chris battered her mercilessly. "My turn!" called Britney.
"Wait!" FLASH! Demi got a pic of the rod up Madonna's ass. "I've got a better idea,
before we get to the good stuff," piped up Christina. "Let's all strap her on before we use
ones we have to hold her down, or open, for. But first..." Chris poured another few
fingers worth of whiskey into Madonna's butt. Then, she capped the bottle, & worked it
into Madonna's cheeks. A little pressure... and her anus opened to let the bottle inside.
Chris wiggled it around a bit, & then pulled it out again. "Okay, NOW she's flying.
She'll enjoy every cheek stretching second of it." "I'm up to bat," said Demi. "No. All
of us at once; each of us gets a turn on each hole. Ladies, choose your dildos." Demi
grabbed the 19" x 5" rambone, Chris took the 15" x 5" smooth & bumpy, & Britney
grabbed a 4' x 6" doubleheader. "Up her ass by order of length. I'm first. Demi, take her
cunt; Brit, ram it down her throat."
Over an hour, they 3 on 1'd Madonna. Madonna got her ass fucked deeper &
deeper, sucking off the dirty dick that had just been up her butt, with the one just sucked
clean probing her pussy. When, finally, Madonna couldn't hold herself up anymore...
"Okay, now each one of us gets to plow her butt to their heart's content. While one of us
is in her, the other two play with themselves & each other." Chris then mounted Madonna
& proceeded to stretch her asshole open with the 15 x 5. Demi, meanwhile, greased up
Britney & diddled her derriere deeply, first with the rambone & then with the 4' super
shit snake. She marvelled at how far that one went into Britney, almost 2', almost
another half foot more than the 19" long rambone, which Brit had taken every inch of.
Finally, Britney laid there, spent, half the long dong hanging out of her butt. As Christina
continued on brutalizing Madonna's behind....
"My turn, Britney. Probe my ass. Get those snakes deep up my butt." Britney
returned the favors Demi had done her, plunging & plowing Demi's poopchute to
unexplored depths, as Demi writhed under her in ecstasy, furiously milking the rods
filling up her small bottom. When she had the 4' snake 2' up her ass, Demi exploded.
Britney, meanwhile, was hot for more. "Britney! Your turn!" Christina called.
Britney strapped the rambone on. "Do me a favor, Chris. Take that bole off & plug it
into Demi; & give me what's torturing her. Plow me while I plow Mad." Shortly,
Madonna was on the bottom of an all-anal three way, 19" of rambone snkaing in & out,
more than a foot always inside her, as Britney humped her hiney in time with the deep
pooper plowing she was getting from Christina, with the 4'x 6" super snake deeper up her
ass than the rambone was up Madonna's. They couldn't unplug if they wanted to. After
a long while, Chris was exhausted; & she ground her hips against Britney's butt, drilling
home most of what wasn't already in her pussy. Britney detonated with pleasure,
impaled by Chris's pole. She fell forward onto Madonna, slamming the rambone in up to
the balls. Mad cried out & passed out. How long they lay there, their bottoms wrapped
around those tree trunks, they didn't know.
Demi, meanwhile, had expanded herself to the full on the super bumpy 15x5; &
was feeling great. She kept on as the others slept, letting them be for quite awhile. Then,
she woke them up, got them pried apart, & they all continued. Demi took the shit snake
from Britney's butt; worked it into her pussy, & worked it inch by delicious inch up into
Madonna's rectum until maybe a foot was left hanging between them. She marvelled at
Madonna's depth ability & resiliency. Mad's butthole shrank quickly & always came
back for more; craving a deep plunging. Britney, meanwhile, blew out Demi's dumper
with the rambone again, as Christina once again impaled herself on her favorite super-
bumpy. All of them lost complete track of time. Many minutes passed... an hour...
Finally done with Madonna (for now), Demi dismounted. Mad's rectum looked like a
cave. "She's wide enough for stage 3!" Chris commented.
Madonna, on the other hand, was sobering up & feeling VERY empty. "You
bitches have RUINED my ass! I'll never be able to have an empty ass again! " D:
"You've had it deep, bitch. Now, we're gonna widen you even more!" C: "Which one's
next? There's still a lot more!" B: "That one. My turn." Britney indicated a 6" wide,
veined dildo with a prominent head that curved upward, & was really firm. C: "Good
thing we brought enough lube!" D: "Enough? We're putting OUT a lot, too. We're all
half covered with vaseline." B: "I know; I'm so loose you could drive a car up my butt &
I wouldn't feel it. I'm gonna go home with that rambone still in me. Matter of fact...."
Britney grabbed the 4' super shit snake, rolled on her back, & began stuffing it up her
butt again, getting heated up as it got deep enough. "Let's go, girls!" "In a minute," said
Demi. "Ooohhh.. yeah... ooOO.. OOOOO!!! Read-dy!"" She'd gotten on her knees &
wriggled, sitting down on the rambone until it was all the way up her ass. "Why do you
think mine's still inside me?" Chris asked. "We're all fucking our asses, Madonna! Up...
YOURS!!!" They proceeded to grease her heavily; & then Demi & Chris held Mad's
cheeks open. D: "You're closing up, again, bitch. Time for a severe rectal reaming!"
Britney moved the 6' wide meaty dildo into place & began pushing. Madonna wriggled
more & more with pleasure as her ass opened widely. She was getting off on the
relatively difficult dilations; & loving the eternity it took for the rods being used on her to
probe deeply into her poopchute. She shook as one orgasm after another took her, as the
mighty bole sloowwwlly, deliciously, penetrated her rear end. She wiggled her rump
accomodatingly, opening her asshole as far as she could. It was finally slipping in....
deeper.... "oooOOOHHH I'm so full," she thought.
For several minutes, the three slowly worked the monster cock, pushing up,
pulling out, tormenting Madonna's anus ever higher to new heights of pleasure, ones
she'd never known before. She was building... buiLLLDDIINNGG.... "Hey... where'd it
go?" she thought. They'd taken it out. "Okay, ready for the next one!" "OHHHhhh,
miiGOOdddd," she thought, "I'll never be able to close my ass again, once they're done!
I'm shitfucked loose a dozen different ways; & they're STILL not done! "My turn!"
called out Christina. She produced a 2' tall firm black dildo with no head, just rounded
off at the top, 7" inches in girth. "Now that the last one's prepped you..." How glorious it
looked, Madonna thought, as it stood straight up, greasy & nasty. "Sit on it!" all three
chorused. They pulled her up & bent her forward onto the couch cushions. Then... "!!!"
They'd moved it into place under her. pushing her upward a bit as the rounded off top
nestled into her buttocks. "OOOoooOOO, it's wide!...
ooo...ooooooOOOOOO.....ohyeah... OHHHHyeahhh...." Her sphincter was dilating
deliciously, being required to open farther than before. She bent forward a little more, &
got her hands to where she could open herself more. She felt their hands on her behind,
spreading & stroking. "You can do it..." said Demi, "spread it open & shove it in..."
"Ooooyeah., stick it in your butt!" chimed in Britney. "C'mon, you can take it," piped up
Chris, "take it, take it.... Ooohhh!!! There it... goes!!" "MMMM!!!" Madonna felt gravity
take over as the wide tip opened her bottom far enough to start it's journey into the
depths of her bowels. She sank downward.... "Oooo... OOOOhhh...OO! OO! OOOO!!!
OOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!" Madonna cried out as she took the mighty meat a foot up her
rump. "C'mon... I wanna ride this... lube me up... KY it good.... GOD! I'm turning into
such an anal lush..." As the other three started slicking up the black monster, Madonna
started humping up & down on it, moving all the way off, & then taking it up a foot
again. As it began banging into Mad's anal g-spot, she lost control of herself & went
wild. reaming her bottom out like a woman taken. The others were amazed as they
watched her, & then, unable to help themselves, began frigging themselves with the
dildos lodged up their behinds.
Finally, Madonna pulled off. She wanted less width & more depth. "Brit...
gimme that snake up your ass.... you can have mine..." "Sure, butt you gotta put it back
when you're done. I'm getting kind of fond of it." Demi got up & took the black ramrod
over to Britney, & then parted Britney's sweet bum while Chris snaked the major
doulbeheader out of Brit's body. Brit got up, re-worked the grease on the dildo & on
herself, applying more yet, & then wiggled herself onto the shaft. When the 7" wide
black monster parted her hole & moved in, she just sat down hard. It slammed hard into
her bottom, & Britney's brain detonated, as her loins exploded in her most intense
orgasm yet, while the impact against the anal g-spot in her 's' curve made her gush cum
& pee everywhere. She fell forward onto her face, & lay there to watch, grunting happily
around the massive bole impaling her rectum. Madonna peed herself just watching
Britney, & cried, "C'mon, girls! Gimme gimme gimme!" She wiggled her bum, & the
other two wasted no time in sinking the super shit-snake up her ass.... up... up.... up...
when it was a foot deep, they stopped.... pulled it back... & BLAMMM!! Madonna saw
stars as they pounded it back in & began buttfucking her hard with it, snaking &
pounding it, digging & plowing, until Madonna couldn't stand it anymore & cried out "I
want something WIDE! Dilate me! Stretch me out!"
The doubleheader was pulled out. Britney dismounted the 'black beauty', said
"think I'm gonna keep this one," grabbed the super shit snake from the others & shoved it
up her butt. When it was once again safely ensconced in her bowels, Britney cried,
"Wide? Try THIS!" & rolled a two liter bottle of soda at them. The two pushed it
between Madonna's cheeks, & she cried out a high
"OOOOWOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" as it pushed against her backdoor.
Madonna thought she'd be split; but before she'd gone to the width of the black pole,
SCHOOMPP! The lack of tapering had made it seem bigger. She opened up & in it
went. She sat halfway down on it, & then pulled back off it after one hump. "NEXT!"
Next, the trio produced another soft, pliable 'Mr. Softy" which was twice as big
as the one she'd used on them! 2' long & 8" wide! ImPOSSible! Madonna thought; but in
a few moments, she was thinking "OOOOOooooooo........feels SOOO good..." She sat on
the tapered head, & it bent & fell away. "Put me on the floor..." On the floor she went.
"Put it in... oooo...OOOOOOHHHH!!!!" she called out as they pressed it into her. Under
her, it wiggled & re-formed itself to adjust to her rectal passage, filling her so fully &
deliciously, that when it hit home against her anal g-spot & she clamped her butt muscles
around it, she didn't even WANT it to come out again. She grunted & squeezed; & it
tickled & teased her turd tunnel so ecstatically that when they finally pulled it out a while
later, it slipped right out, & she cried "NooOO-huh-hooo!!! Put it back!" C: "If it doesn't
pound, it doesn't stay long! Still a few more to do!" B: "Is she wide enough?" D: "You
bet she is!" Two rambones appeared, & Madonna felt both press against her anal entry...
TWO?!? I don't know if... .OHMYGOD!!" Amazingly, with only a little pressure, she'd
opened up & let them both in. Both shafts sank inward, up to about 9". "Not too far,
together these could hurt her." After many minutes of holding them in place, finally,
these, too, left her tormented anus. "Now?" "Now." The three moved her back to the
couch, & proceeded to deprive her of almost every sense; blindfolding her, gagging her &
putting soundproof earmuffs over her ears.
Now, the trio let Madonna be for the moment. "Well, ladies; I don't know about
you; but I need more plowing," said Chris. "Well, let's see if she's got enough for
everyone." Checking out the gear in Madonna's dungeon, the threesome found four sex
pistons, two of which rotated as well as penetrated. They were taken back to the main
playroom. Britney took one that only pounded, while the other two took the rotating
ones, & set the other 'pound only' up for Madonna. Chris equipped hers with the 4'
super snake, Demi put the rambone on hers, Britney rigged up the black monster, &
Madonna's... the trio set up HER ream machine with a 10" wide, 7' long, veined super
double-header, like one they'd seen used by one of the biggest anal insertion bitches on
the web. The set the machine to insert up to 1', the speed to tormentingly, torturously
slow, greased the massive dong up, & spread Madonna's asshole wide open...
"mmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!" Mad hummed through her gag as her sphincter stretched it's widest yet. In
moments, thought, the tapered tip pried her backdoor open & the thickest point achieved
entry into her anus. "Mmmmm...." Madonna wiggled & squirmed as her bottom filled
up. "OHHHhhmyGOOAAAWWDDDTHISISSOOOOOGOOOD!" her mind cried out
to itself, "this is un...fucking...beLIEVEable!! SoooOOOO... GOOD! OOHH!! Deeper...
DEEEEPPERRRR!!!! Deeper, girls! DeepinmyassDEEPINMYASS!!!" BANG! The
mighty meatus banged into Madonna's inner ring. She peed all over the place.
"Slow? Nah, make it a bit faster. Enough where it won't hurt; but where it WILL
blow her mind." Madonna felt it withdraw to where the widest point came out.... & then
it abruptly pushed in again, tormenting her sphincter with each hard, medium-speed
thrust, which was wrecking her muscle control. She hung on for dear life, trying to wrap
herself around the exquisite torment; but she finally detonated with rapture. She
submitted to the extreme anal pounding, & took a two-hours butt blasting before she
collapsed, overloaded.
Meanwhile, once Madonna's newest torture was underway, Christina greased her
back passage up, & backed up on her fake snake. She worked the 4' hanging phallus in
until it was just past her 's' curve, & the penetrations could send it almost 2' up her
behind & roto-rooter her colon. Demi turned it on for her, & Chris was launched to new
hieghts of orgasmic frenzy she felt down to her atoms. Britney couldn't stand it. She
backed up on the massive black pooper pounder so it was able to plunge her depths &
withdraw, as it exploded through her sphincter with every thrust. She didn't know how
long she hung on for the ride; but it was forever, so it seemed. Demi set hers up on the
other couch, lay on a towel on the cushions, greased herself up with 3 family sized jars of
vaseline & 5 tubes of KY, raised her legs over her head, leaned back for maximum access
to her ass, took hold of the rambone, & worked it into her bottom. Using the machine's
remote, she fucked it all the way up her ass & set it spinning, then spinning & pounding.
Bruce could never fuck me like this, she thought just before she orgasmed into a state of
subatomic vapors.
Finally, when all three had come back down & had gotten enough (for now), they
pulled out the tree trunk lodged up Madonna's butt & freed her. Madonna's butt was
leaking everything; but wasn't bleeding. "How you doing, girl?" Demi asked. "You...
have...RUINED... me!! I... have to have... something... INCREDIBLY huge... up my
butt... all all times from now on!" D: "Well, we can cure you of that, for now. One last
humiliation, you bitch. AND... when you're done... if you tell your doctor about this...
every picture we've taken will be ALL over the 'net." "Be my guest,' Mad replied. "I'll
tell the story to the tabloids, our notoriety will increase, & we'll probably be able to make
royalties for sales & rights to an extreme hardcore porno movie. Bring it on... EEP!" D:
"Hold the bitch down!" Demi produced the biggest, baddest dildo ever made, 4' long,
with the shaft going from 12" wide to 16" wide at the back end, a tapered head that
began at " to 14" at it's widest, where it flared out before the thinnest point of the shaft.
"Get her on the floor. Lie across her back, Brit. Pull her legs apart." Demi edged out the
other leg... "OHMIGOD! IT WON'T FIT! NO! NO! OOO! OOOOHHH!!!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Madonna 'oooh'ed non-stop as Demi forced the mega-penis against her rear. She
opened handily, letting it in until the flare of the head met her buns. "Grease her, Chris.
Every bit we've got." "OooooOOOOHHHHhhhh... too much grease...
OHMIGAAAHHHDDDD IT'SGONNAFIT! ITSGONNAFIT! PUSHIT!
PUSHIT!POOSHIT!!!!!OOOOO!!!!OOOOOOHHH!!ITSGOING! IT'S GOOIINNGG!!
IT'S....GONNNA!!! FITTT!!!! GONNNNAAAAA....FIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTT.........."
Madonna's face reddened against the excruciating pressure on her sphincter.... &
suddenly beamed in rapturous pleasure & pain as the pressure on her bottom became too
much. Her sphincter gave way & was ripped as the super-huge dildo passed the point of
no return. The 14" flare popped inside, & the trunk sank up Madonna's butt, stopping
when it could go no further, with the dildo stretching her bottom open to a foot in width.
"OOOHHHHHHMIIIIGOOODDDDOHHHMYASS, OHHHMYASS!!!! SOOGOOD
SOOGOOD...." & Madonna cried out in ecstasy one more time as her clit detonated
while she rocketed to the highest heights of anal ecstasy. She had one MASSIVE shit
packer sticking up her bottom & she was HAPPY. "THANK.... YOUhhhhhh...."
When she came around again, the trio was gone. "Bitches," she thought. It took
her hours to get to the phone, her every movement exploded with rectal orgasm. She
hated the thought of it coming out. Finally....
"Hello, doctor? This is Madonna, how are you?... Me? I'm in a predicament. To
make a long story short, some girlfriends & I got together for some fun, & we REALLY
got carried away... We've spent... fuck, what day is it? Holy cow... the last 36 hours
into... my fave... Yes... Yes... Do I HAVE to say it? Yes, they spent the ENTIRE time
putting everything but the kitchen sink up my ass... Uh-huh... They got me real drunk &
finished me off with the biggest dildo on the market stuffed up my butt... Can't get it
out... sure don't want to try.... Yep, anything you can do.... You're REALLY enjoying
this, aren't you?....."
END CH 2
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This story contains the following adult content: M/F, F/F, Anal, Toys. Anyone not
interested in this material or under 18 should not proceed farther.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real person, living or dead, or any
place, is purely coincidental.
This work of fiction is based upon the characters in the TV drama "E.R." No infringment
of any kind is intended, this is for fun only.
For followers of E.R., this story is based (very loosely) on the episode "Secrets & Lies"
and the series timeline that follows it.
Chapter 2.
SUSAN
I was on the next day, as were all the others. I wore the plug belt to work. Kari
couldn't look either of us in the eye; & she was walking a little bow-legged. Bridgette
must have loosened her ass up big-time. Abby & I tried to avoid the subject, to no avail.
John was of course hitting on Abby, as was Lucha. Abby, everyone's favorite whore.
(Well...)
In the lounge..."The boys are sniffing around, I see." "Boys will be boys." "And
girls will be?..." "Fill in the blank." "I see...and which blank would that be?" She burst
into giggles. "I don't know about you; but my answer would be 'all of them'." "Don't
get me started. You don't want to know what my answer would be." "Oh, but I do..."
"Who's gotten into you?" "Nobody but me...yet. Speaking of which...are you seeing
Bridgette?" "Not yet. HEY!" "Ditto. Although, I think Kari has!" "No kidding. She's
walking like she got butt-fucked with a corncob; which is saying something for a woman
who uses one crutch all the time.' 'Well, she needed...opening up!"
"Who does?" Carter had just walked in. Abby & I looked at each other, giggled,
& skedaddled. Lucha was coming in. From the desk, I could hear them in the lounge
doorway. Lucha asked Carter, "What's with them?" "I don't know; but they've been
acting wierd ever since that hooker came in." "Women. They're wonderful creatures; but
they can more easily find a replacement for you or me. We couldn't replace them so
easily." "Look who's talking, Mr. Schtup-em in a private exam-room." "Hah. Back at
you, moneybags. Flash a wad, & they're all over you." "At least I'm more discreet."
"SURE you are. Everybody knew when you & that blonde were making it when you
were still in med school. You both came in late & half dressed." "Pure coincidence.
Can't prove a thing." "A lady lab tech begs to differ." "Izzat so?" Men. Huh. Boys is
more like it. Well, at least they're friends; which is saying something for two guys after
the same girl. Competition? Forget friendship. They'll...yeah, yeah, yeah.
"Are they still at it?" Abby whispered in my ear. "Uh-huh." "Boys." "Took the
word right out of my mouth." "I've got one you've got to see." "What is it?" "Not
here." Abby led me to Curtain 4, where a slight blonde who could have been Cameron
Diaz's clone lay on her stomach, wrapped in a robe. "Hi, I'm Dr. Lewis. What seems to
be the problem?" "Well,...It's stuck.." "What's stuck?" (Dared I ask where?) "This.." She
flipped up the tail of her robe to reveal...the balls of a dildo like the one Abby had
claimed from Bridgette's bag! Nestled snugly in her butt! "It went in REALLY
well...but, I can't get it out! And I'm a little afraid to try," she whispered in a breathy,
little girl-like voice. "Just one moment, ok?" I asked. "Sure."
Abby & I stepped outside the curtain, looked at each other....& almost couldn't
help ourselves. "I hope you don't have that problem!" I told her. "Ohh, shh. I haven't
used it...yet!" "Waiting for Bridgette to show you how?" "Mm-hmm. Kari! Hi!" She'd
snuck up without our noticing. "What's up, you two?" "Sure you wanna know?" I asked
back. "What's back there?" "A patient." "Need an assist?" "Kari...only if you're sure..."
"Sure of ...What!" Kari'd opened the curtain. "Excuse me, miss." "No problem," the
patient replied. Closing it again, Kari asked "Is it just me; or has this city gone up it's
ass?" A: "It's not just you...is it?" K: "Waiting for your turns, huh?" Me: "One at a
time." A: "Two, three, four, ..all through the back door!" Me: "One at a time...for now!"
We all giggled. Me: "She's changed you." K: "Yes, she did me some good." A: "I can't
wait..." K: "For what, Abby?" A: "For who..." K: " Don't get me started. I'll pry that out
of her & put it up YOUR ass!" "Mine, too?" I asked. "You two better see Bridgette,
FAST!" she shot back. Me: "Ahum...speaking of seeing..." K: "I suppose we should..."
A: "I dunno..." Me: "Wouldn't you miss it?" "I know I will!" the patient called. We
reddened as all three of us stepped behind the curtain. "Sorry to take so long," I said.
"No problem. I can see I'm in...experienced hands!" SPANK! Kari swatted her wiggly
butt once. "DON'T...get us started! Abby...lubes...now." She went to get some. Kari
was all business again. Abby returned...we greased...the patient's bottom
eased...SCHLOOOOOPP!! And out that glorious rod came. "Oh, wind whistling through
me," Cameron's clone remarked. K: "You enjoyed that too much. And,...we're being
influenced by our own full moons right now. You should go before we change our
minds." The patient wrapped herself back up in her robe, grabbed her bag, pulled out a
towel, and wrapped that dildo meat up. "Where's the bathroom?" she asked. A: "Just
down the hall." POOF! Cam's clone was outta there. "What is going up around here?" I
asked. "I..." A: "Susan!" "Who said Susan's not into freudian slips?" said Kari. "There
you are." Lucha's voice. With a "Hi, you!", Abby jumped in his arms & tongued his
tonsils. "Wooo...Abby...I need a cigarette. More than one. Is it me, or is something
going around? There's a patient in Curtain 2 who wants a woman doctor. She won't say
why." "AGAIN?!?" said Abby. "If it's..." L: "Ladies, something VERY wierd is going
on around here. If you need any men..." "Lucha's got the freudian slips!" Abby called
out. "You gave them to him!" I rejoined. "No, I didn't" she shot back. "You've got
them. How could I give them to him?" Lucha FLED.
"I think we scared him!" I commented. K: "Naw. Three little girls? Scare that
man?" "Don't worry; I can handle him," Abby came back. "Dibs on John!" I said. "No,
he's mine!" "You can't have them both!" K: "Why not? We're all calling dibs on each
other..." Abby pulled out her cell phone & spoke without dialing. "Hello, Bridgette?
How about tonight?" "Hey, my turn!" I told her. K: "Later, you two. C'mon..."
In Curtain 2: K: "What seems to be the problem?" P: "I can't..." Me: "Can't
what?" P: "It's too embarassing..." K: "We're souls of discretion." P: "I was playing..."
The patient was barely 18, short, raven-haired, & so...delicious...down, Susan....
K: "Go on." P: "Do they need to be here?" K: "I know it's personal, we're just all
together today because wierd things are going on; and it's better to travel in packs." P:
"Like what wierd things?" K: "Like, what can't..." "I was...masturbating...and it went all
the way up...." Me: "What did? And Where?" P: "It's not supposed to do that, is it? The
base is supposed to keep it in between...." K: "Okay, I think we've got the idea; but we
need the full picture. Abby, bring in the portable x-ray, would you please?" Abby
wheeled in the machine, & took three pics of the patient's groin. Sure enough, the x-rays
showed a medium sized butt plug in her rectum, halfway in between her lower & upper
sphincters. "If I see one more patient with something stuck up her rear end, I'm NOT
going to be responsible for what happens!" Kari remarked. "Anal-ysis: Kari's HOR-
NY!" Abby piped up. "Look who's talking!" Kari shot back. "Taking the fifth, your
honor!" Abby rejoined. "That's my line!" I said. "What is going on around here?" "Full
Moon!" Kari & Abby said together. "Awww...that's terrible!" I said. A: "It's the truth!"
K: "That's what we'll tell everyone." A: "I wonder who'll get it?" Me: "The joke, or ..."
K: "Susan, now THAT'S terrible! Okay, who's..." Me: "Rock, Paper, Scissors." A: "Not
scissors! That'd HURT!" K: "Alright,wise up, you two. One..two..shoot." We were all
rock. A: 'Fun for all!" Me: "The patient'll never be the same!" We went back in. K:
"Okay, Terri, [patient's name was Terri] the plug's gone about halfway up your rectum.
Can you try and push it out?" "I tried; but I ended up pulling it farther in," she replied.
K: "Okay, you may not like this too much; but we're going to have to...reach up there and
remove it manually." "You're going to fist me?" Terri asked. The three of us looked at
each other. W...T...F.... "I woldn't put it like that..." Kari replied. SPROING! Terri was
on her hands & knees. K: "Abby, would you do the honors?" A: "Nurses first, right?"
SNAP! Abby pulled on a rubber glove. I went out, found socks with the scrubs, went
back, & gagged Terri with one. Abby had lubed up... "Okay, Terri, breathe...."
"OWOOOMMMM!!!!" Terri groaned through her gag as Abby angled her fingers
in....she balled her fist...SCHOOOMP!!! "!!!!!!!!!!!" Abby handballed the patient a few
times & pulled out. "I can't quite reach it. Susan, would you try, please?" "My
pleasure." Glove. SNAP! Lube... "!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Terri reared forward as my fist
flared her fundamental orifice open; then she tightened up around me. Oh, she wanted it.
all right. She acted like she was pulling off; but she milked my fist as hard as she could.
Kari looked at me. Okay. POP! "OMMMMM!!" "Too far for my little hand. Kari?"
Kari opened her right up, moved upward..."Easy....there it is...breathe...." "!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Kari slid out with a loud PLOOOOPP!! "We got it." "You guys were great! Thank you."
We got out of there.
A: "I don't know about you guys; but I'm gonna pop! What time is it?" K:
"Four." "I'm off." Me: "Lucky. I'm here until eight." K: "I'm going to lunch. I
need....food..." "After your hand's been up someone's ass?" I asked. "I'll scrub first,"
she replied. "Besides..." she beckoned us closer...."Sex makes me hungry."
"OHHHHHH.....THAT'S terrible!" I groaned. "What is?" Curious Carter, here he comes
again! "Noneya," I replied. "I see. You don't want to tell me, do you?" he asked as he
turned to whisper in Abby's ear." "Well..." "You can tell me..." Dirty Lucha, always right
behind. (We didn't call him Filthy, that gag wouldn't fly around here.) A: "Nope. Sorry,
boys. Better luck next time." L: "You know, Carter, we need to find new girls." C:
"Speak for yourself." "Oh, don't start THAT again!" I said. "Kari? A burger?" "What
kind?" she replied. "Don't YOU start!" We walked over to Doc Magoo's. Abby left,
talking on her cell phone. "She's in for an education." "Tell me about it," I replied. And,
she did!
ABBY
OHHH...MG, WHAT A DAY! Eight hours, and it seemed like haf the county
came in with something stuck up their butts. Kari came in obviously reamed out...and I'd
be willing to bet Susan had that buttplug belt on all day. Susan's there for a while...
"Hello, Bridgette? Abby....You wouldn't believe this day...I'm so in need I'm gonna
bust!" I ran all the way over. I'm usually not that excitable, but...
BLAM! "Whoa! Easy, Abby....MMFF...Don't you want a drink, first?" "I'm on
the wagon...and my motor is already in 3rd gear...helped to unclog...Cameron Diaz's
clone...had a copy of the dick I kept...stuffed all the way...up her ass...mmm....so
good...could suck on these lips all day....she wanted us to pull it out...so she could get her
rocks off....Kari was having to REALLY control herself...then...little barely legal raven
head...with a buttplug sucked in halfway to her 's' curve...wanted us to fist her taking it
out....all three of us did....OHHHHGOD I'm itchy...been giving all day...I need some,
too!" "Have you tried my purple vibrator yet?" "I got my own...tried it that same
day...it's WONderful...if I had a way...to ride it hands free...." "Not to worry...there'll be
someone to wear it for you...." SCHUMP! OOOWOOO!! "Hold that up there while I put
my new one on...tonight, your anal training begins!" "Oh, yes! That's what I wanted to
hear! Fuck my ass until I'm permanently loose!" She returned momentarily...."Ready?"
Am I ever...POP! Ohyea...plug's out...grease me up...that's it...smear that vaseline in
me...OOH...OOHHOOHHH....OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She turned the vibrator on 'high' &
mounted...RAHHH...RAHHMMITTT...FUCKIT...fuck me....fuck my ass....stuff me
good....so good...up my butt....ohyeah...ohhhhh............
I got lost in my head as she fucked my turd tube...splooged my shit...that prong shaking
& beating a tattoo against my rectal walls....waves of spastic pleasure
reverberating....echoing....thundering through my anus as lightning pleasure arced
through my every erogenous nerve ending...she was going to short me out!
OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'M GONNA
BLLLLOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A huge bolt of orgasm shot
up my behind!
AAAAAAAWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My
brain blew like a TV tube.
I remembered coming around as she continued to endlessly torment my tush,
having switched off the vibrations so I could hang onto the bole & concentrate on the
pumping...sheating...pleasurably delicious prick plowing up my
poopchute...stroking...filling....so good.... I nattered, moaned, groaned, & howled as
Bridgette ceaselessly battered my behind to new heights of shitty ecstasy....drilling that
dick in my dirt....splooging my shit & mining it out with her muscle missile....battering
harder...displacing everything already up there....cramming deep in my crappy
channel...my bowels gurgled & rumbled...they wanted to move...air & shit demanding
exit... "Oh, Bridgette...Ohbridgette...gonna come...gonna blow....gonna shit...gonna shit
all over your dick.....fuck me...gonnna blast...." "Going to come, Abby? Come in your
ass? Want me to make you come in your ass? You want an anal orgasm, don't you?"
Banging...banging....bangbangbangupmybutthole...."Say it. Say it, Abby. I want to come
in my ass." "I want to come in my ass!" "I want to come in my ass."
"OOHHHHIWANNACOMEINMYASSSMISTRESSPLEASE!
NOTALKINGMOREFUCKING!YES!YES!YES!YES!YES!YES!YEEEEEEEEEEAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSSSSSSSS
SSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTT
TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" My bowels erupted....SO....GREEEaaaaaaaaattttttttt......
SLAP SLAP SLAP. "Wake up, slut." Huh? SPANK SPANK SPANK. "Wake
up, Abby. You're not done yet." Done with...wind...in my ass...WOOOO!!! I sat bolt
upright. "Ohh....you're good...I've NEVER worked anyone over so hard....well, except
for Kari; but she doesn't come like that! I stayed up your ass almost three hours & you
devoured every second!" "I'm wiped out....' "Ohh, no you don't. Training's just begun.
While you're sloppy & gaping, you're going to learn how to dilate, accomodate a
widebody dick, & then learn to go HIGH! I hope you're not on shift tomorrow." "No,
I'm off for 48. You know how the hours go." "S'why I'm a domme & not a shrink
anymore. Too many hours on call. Up." "Uhhh...." "Up, bitch." SWAT! A not ungentle
kick at my hiney. "Hey!!" "Wanna be a bitch, you get what you want. Verbally abused
& reamed out. UP!" YANK! "OOWWWW! I'm up! I'm up!" "Come with me." She led
me to a...what a playroom! Benches...swings...restraining rigs...fuck pistons...and the fake
dicks! Big! HUGE! Long ones! "Holy cow!" BLAM! A fist to the head. Stunned...came
around moments later to find she'd managed to get me into a sling. Two feet off the
floor, my legs in fur-lined leather cuffs with my ankles lifted high....wrists in similar
cuffs over my head, as I lay on my back...blindfolded..."Don't worry, Abby, I just dazed
you to get you in the rig. I don't hurt those who don't want to be. Now, for your next
lesson, dilation & acommodation. Sphincter training. You got an inflate-a-dick, didn't
you? You'll love this..." Ooo..OOO....NNNyyerrrggghhHHHH....unable to move, I
couldn't resist the rubber invader that pressured me for entry into my
bottom...stretching...there it...GOES!! IT FIT...and slid upward.... a good 9" filled my
fanny...it grew...GREW...GREWWW!!OHHHHMIIGGOOODDDDD SOBIG!!! "Now,
just hold that, Abby." Hold it? How can I? Too...BIGG..OOHH...SO..FULL...WON'T
PUSH OUT...guess I will, won't I? Just relax your muscles, Abby...love it...that's it,
Abby...you can enjoy it...MMMPPPHHH.... my butt's so full...a guy couldn't do this!
OOOOHHOHHWOWWW...squeeze...OOWWOOO!!! Grew bigger inside...held it
awhile...how long's it been up there? "Ohhh, Luuuu-chhaaaa!!! Bet you wish you could
do this, don't you? You'll never fill my butt THIS good!" "No, he sure wouldn't!"
Bridgette took off my blindfold...a mirror over the rig..."HOLY COW! SO BIG UP MY
BUTT!" "Looks huge, doesn't it? Wait one...second...." SSSCHHLLLUUUPPPP!!!!!!!
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHOAAA!!! DON'T do
THAT again! The bigger it is, the more I want it to stay! My sphincter slammed shut
hard!" "See how much was up there?" "Hooo..leee..." "Next!" "OWOOOHHH-OH! OH-
OH! OWOH-OH!" I howled in wondrous torment as a replica of my 15" x 6" super
smooth & flexible slid up my anal tract through a tube of vaseline that was greased all
over it's bole. I could only lay there as it was hydraulically hammered so humping
horrendously great up my hiney...I couldn't think...I couldn't come...I was so...FULLL!!!
Banging my bottom full...deep up my butt....I howled to Ohio & back through a
lifetime....it went from slamming & banging to slipping & slopping almost TOO
easily...How many times had I blown my butt, anyway? Felt like all the lube & shit was
leaking out...it kept slipping up...sliding out...slipping...sliding...had enough of this
one...need..."Baby, I'm loose & sloppy...what else ya got?" "Well, lots of stuff, butt most
of which is similar to what you're riding..." "What about..." "It's not got the girth..." "But
the depth....you promised...I've seen it twice...I wanna feel it up there!" You want that
foot & a half rambone ALL the way up your bottom?" "Want? I NEED, baby! Stuff it up
me!" "You asked for it!" She wheeled it up on a portable penetrator....stopped the super
smooth's machine & pulled it out & away....pulled the rambone's flexible, hanging,
meaty head up & inserted it into my gaping ass chasm...when about 6" was snaked up my
shithole, she switched it on...it
began...slloooowwwwwllllyyyyy.....ssssslllllliiiiittthhheeerrrrrrriiinnnnnggggggg......ooo
OOOOOHHHHH.....opening my upper sphincter...on rails of vaseline that mighty mega-
penis curved to my colon's demands & slid
upward...sooOOO...FUUULLLL.....feel...impaled....on
this....monster.....rocket....cock......down.....uuuuHHHUUUUUPPPPPP!!!!!!!...DOOOW
WWNNNNN......UUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPP..........DOOOOOOWWW
WWWWWWWWNNNNNNNNNNNNN..............UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!OHMY....HOHMI....OHMIASSS!!!!!!!!!!!!OH-OH!OWOH-OH!
OHHHHHSHESMURDERINGMYASSWITHTHISTHING!WhatIwantedILLLOOOOO
VVVVVVVVVEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!MAXIMUMANALFULLFILLMENT!TIME....TOOOO....CCCCCCCCOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEE!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My mind blasted into complete delirium...my body took
it over & wrapped my entire being around that ultra-sized fudge packer as I became my
anal passage....pounding....filling.....knowing nothing but that mighty shit snake torturing
my entire tush from colon to buttocks & back again....the pounding
drove.....drove....tunnellled.....faster....FASTER.....warping through
meee........rocketing.....my bowels rumbled........gonna come.....nuclear assgasm
approachiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!GOONNNNAAA
BLOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A mushroom cloud rose before my eyes as my rectal rocket lifted me up...to the
moon...past it...faster.....soaring out....of the .....solar
system.......into.....WARRRRRPPPPP.........SSPPPPPPPAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCC
CCEEEEE.......................I remember separating...into component
atoms.....vapors.......whadda
waytagooooooooooooooooooooo.............................................
"Abby...." "Huh?" "ABBY. Wake up." "Bridg?" "Girl.... I didn't think anyone
could ride that for long...but you did it! Kari took it for ten minutes....you rode it for 20!
On a bole this big, that's an eternity. Now...hold still...." SCHUMP! PFF...PFFF..."That
expanding buttplug will seal you up so you don't leak all over yourself." I got up, my
energy returning, & dressed. On my way out... "Tell Susan to call me...soon...& use your
rambone on yourself & on Kari; but carefully."
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KARI
At Doc Magoo's, the two of us acted like nervous schoolgirls. We knew what
was going to happen, and we wanted it; but we didn't know where to start. It scared us a
little, too. Our working relationship was going to be forever changed. But, we weren't
getting emotional. It should be just about fun...hot...dirty...nasty...fucking...
I said to Susan, "You have been so under control all day. How do you do it?"
"You? Ms Control Freak of the ER? Wondering how I do it?" "I could barely control
myself. Bridgette awakened something....an outrageous hunger...all those
people...coming in with everything but the kitchen sink up their bottoms...practically all
but coming out & saying "Fuck my ass with this, doctor! Fuck me, please!" Bridgette got
that big bole..." "Kari! You didn't!" "I did! I took every wonderful inch up my bottom &
died happy!" "Ooohhhh...." Susan squirmed in her seat. "I wanted so bad to just climb
on that Cameron clone & just bang her raw." "You're not the only one! It took every
ounce of restraint that I had! And you...miss "we'll have to pull the plug out
manually"...you let us fist fuck that sweet...delicious...young thing! She's well on her
way to joining the anal lesbian corps." "What's wrong with that? We're already there."
"Maybe you are..." "Susan..." !?! Susan? You just took my hand! What's going on here?
"Ever since Bridgette walked into our ER, our asses have been up in the air & begging to
be bored into. What did you do the last two nights?" "Well...." "I saw you at the store, &
heard you on the phone with Bridgette. You knew I was there.... you couldn't stop
thinking about it, could you? All those toys...her...me...& you got a copy of that dildo that
you practically invited me with & used it. Sat on them all night, didn't you?" "Two
things..." "I'm listening..." "One...John put that wonderful dildo in your locker, not me."
"It is delicious up the butt, isn't it?" "It sure is. Hey!!" "Gotcha!" "Ohhh....you're gonna
pay for that!" "My bottom's willing to make payment, anytime. How'd you know John
did it?" "He used to have that locker, remember?" "Sonofa...and I never changed the
combination. I'll have to figure out a way to say "Thank you, up yours too, stud!" "He
gets the next sweet young thing with something stuck up there... let him sweat it out!
He's afraid of anal. Abby says he's never done it to her, or to anybody." "And two?" "I
did all that yesterday while I was off!" "What!" "John came over the night before & we
fucked like bunnies until he went back on." "One thing about fucking with friends, no
strings...no shuttle cocks!" "Huh?!? Shuttlecocks?" "John's shuttling between you &
Abby, Abby's shuttling between John & Lucha, both of them want her, John can't make
up his mind between you & her, that triangle's halfway to a love square! Only, you're
not fucking Lucha, & he & John would never...." "There's me & Abby..." "You & she'll
be fucking soon enough. She's being fucked by Bridgette right now; what do you want
to bet?" "Now? It's not even been 30 minutes!" "Any minute now, then." "That, I'll
believe." "And you're up next. You & I, her & I while you're with Bridgette, you two,
the three of us, the four of us, the possibilities are endless! The four of you are halfway to
a love square. You can do better. Love's got too many hangups. You're crazy about
John; but you've still got feelings for Mark, & he's with Elizabeth..." "Kari...stop...before
I..." "I'm sorry. I...." "I know you didn't mean anything by it. It's...just..." Damn. I'd
made her cry. I didn't want to do that. "Damn it, Kari; haven't you ever been in love?"
"I've never been 100% sure." "Maybe...It's just as well. It's hard watching him slip
away...I want to turn back the clock, to never have left...maybe we'd still be together...it
could have been me....he could have been mine until the end...How can I stand by on the
sidelines & watch him die in someone else's arms?" She broke. I slid over..."It'll be all
right, Susan..." "NO, it WON'T!" she wailed. "All I can do is try & forget, & go on."
"Elizabeth has to, too, you know." "I know. That's the only comfort, not having to
recover from THAT much pain. You're right...love's got too many hangups. Sex on its
own would be better." "A-men!" "Back to work!"
After shift...about nine...
"I thought this day would NEVER end! Almost nine, an hour late getting off, in
more ways than one. This town needs an enema!" The last comment, I lowered my voice
& tried to imitate Jack Nicholson. "What?!?" Kari exclaimed. I tried it again. "This
town needs an enema! Kari, didn't you ever see BATMAN?" "Which one?" "The first
movie. Michael Keaton & Jack Nicholson? Jack's the Joker? 'This town needs an
enema!'" She started laughing...KKKRRZZZNNNSSKKKT!!! I snorted,
giggled..."Awwwgghhh...Susan...too funny...you're SO right! How many people came in
with AFBs [Anal Foreign Bodies] today?" "I don't know; but I'm so on edge...I've
NEVER had to work so hard to control myself!" "I know! You know, for a city needing a
rectal cleansing....it'd be awfully hard to give it!" "Ohmigod, you are SO right." "Kind of
hard to put a tiny enema pipe up an already clogged poopchute!" "Clogged? Don't you
mean STUFFED?" We rolled with laughter. "Look at them...they must be werewomen!"
Carter! What're you... "Werewomen, Carter?" "Yeah, Lucha, werewomen! They're
totally different personalities because they're under the influence of..." "Of a full moon!"
"All day...more patients, half of them AFBs needing removal...every time, someone said
it... 'Another AFB...must be a full moon out!' Any one of them, especially THOSE two,
would say 'There's one in here, too!' Hey, Kari! Thanks for sending that swedish
stewardess with the cargo dildo my way!" "You're welcome! Hard to say 'Thank You'
for the one you left me..." John's face reddened. "You had my locker before me; who
else could have done it?" He shook his head. "I hope you got her phone number!" I
called to him. "I couldn't hope to fill her...needs..." "Gotcha! Both feet, mouth, ankles,
wrapped in a freudian slip, John!" "Ohh! You're..." "Sorry, studs; my dance card's
already booked solid! G'night!"
SUSAN
"Susan, want to get a drink?" Carter called to me. "I need a rain check!" "You
sure?" "Full moon, John! Anything's possible! Night!" I tailed Kari home, though not too
closely. There's enough wierdness right now! If someone had told me a week ago,
"Before this week is out, you'll have a day full of anally clogged patients & a night of
steamy 2-way anal sex with Kari Weaver," I'd have called for a psych consult on that
person, stat.
"Nice place." "Well, I like to entertain." "Like the music collection. Wide
selection of everything...from Bach...to Britney? You?" "Anything but rap. Noise is not
pleasing to the ears." "Aha! I see your secret!" "What's that?" "Your key is music. Give
you time to listen...if you went around with cordless headphones in the ER, you'd be a lot
more mellow. You wouldn't hear anything over the music, & wouldn't get much work
done; but you'd be a LOT more mellow." "And a shameless tramp. I stop &
listen...earphones send the music down my spine & turn me into someone better suited
for a topless bar." She went into the kitchen for wine. "Your headset collection's
amazing, too. Expensive." "Classic to modern, just like my music. Top of the line
sound, all where I can enjoy it. Sonys, Beyers, classic Koss and Pioneers, ...they feel
sexy when you wear them." "Sexy...interesting concept. I can see that. They have to feel
good, sound good, & look good...'headphone hair is a fashion no-no!'" "Who said that?"
"I don't know, some model who...I remember! Frasier! Peri Gilpin? "I can't flirt my way
out of a ticket with headphone hair!" "True. Cheers." Mmh... "Good wine!" "A friend
gives me a bottle every now & then. An old Italian friend who thinks he owes me more
than he does. Italians love food & wine. And, in Chicago..." "Oohhh...[Gasp} Is this...?"
"Homemade Italian Red. Aged two weeks if it's a day." "Wow...Mmm...Better than
you'd get for $200 at the Filigree!" "That's...why." "Only the best!:
Somehow, chatting segued to kissing...how'd we do that? The itch was
rising..."Kari...I gotta know...which one would you rather have done...Cameron Diaz's
clone, or the swedish stewardess?" "What?!?" "I thought so. Revenge my horny ass, you
sent that stewardess to John because you wouldn't have been able to control yourself. A
hot-bodied swedish bitch gets dragged in from O'Hare because she tried to smuggle
nearly three keys of cocaine through customs in dozens of rubber boluses hadden in a
half hollowed out super-dildo just like the one you & Abby adore so much, 19" long, 4
almost 5" wide in seriously dilating diameter, inserted fully into her rectum; and YOU, of
all people, couldn't care less. You....wanted...so bad...to take her in a private treatment
room & fuck...her...bowlegged. C'mon, admit it. I know I would have. "Would you?
You haven't even gotten NEAR that size yet." "And YOU haven't?"
"OHHHHHHHH....It makes you insane, it's so great. "Lucky." "You're jealous! If you
were the first one off; you'd be the one on your hands & knees with a similar giant cock
working it's way up your rear end in Bridgette's rumpus room." "Rumpus room? Lucky
you. Lucky Abby." "You'll get your turn." "Yeah, well I need a substitute." "Follow
me."
In her bedroom, all purples & whites...."Nice...OwooOOPH!" "Susan...you're
such a tease...keeping me waiting...." "Keeping YOU waiting! Who's the bottom, tonight,
and you're waiting." "Mmm...Mmm...Oh Susan." I got up, stripped...."Kar-rii!! Want
somma this?" I flopped on the bed. "Get in me, bitch. Fuck my ass until I'm sloppy &
loose." "Be careful what you wish for. First, heat ME up." Kari'd gotten out the purple
strap-on & three double headed dildos. "Fuck ME." "Me? Up Kari Weaver's ass?"
"You want to, don't you? You hate me. I'm a bitch. You want to rape me & hurt me
because I'm a big pain in your ass & in everyone else's. Treat me like the bitch I am.
Fuck me with one of these like you're a man." "Like you said...Be careful what you wish
for, bitch!" I held her down as I grabbed for a set of four fur-lined leather cuffs she'd laid
nearby on the mattress. Bound her hands & feet together...took a double-header & slid
it....OoohhhYeahhhh...into my pussy...straddled Kari....spanked her crease with my
dildo...and pushed in....
She went WILD, becoming an insatiable maniac almost instantly, nattering
senselessly & crying out.
"OhYeah!OHYEAH!FUCKMYASSSUSANFUCKME!OHYEAH!OHYEAH!OHH...
OOHH...OOOOOHHH...OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH
HHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She carried on madly as I buttfucked her hard & deep.
Then, after a while, I pulled off my end, leaving it hanging out of her asshole. I got the
other two, slid one into her honey pot, and the other up her rear end beside the first.
Then, grabbing the two there, I sat on her bottom & worked the two sticking out of her
into my own butt, & somehow managed to get the one up front into my vadge. I
carefully moved down onto my hands & knees, & backed up on her. Kari returned the
favor obligingly...we got lost in our heads as we banged each other back to back for
heaven only knows how long. Finally, I pulled off; I was ready to give her more. I
pulled everything out, leaving her lolling as I strapped on the vibrating purple monster. I
turned it on, pressed her down on her stomach again, and she just.....went off like a bomb.
"ooooOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSSSSSSSSSSSS
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
UUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She just shook
around that purple pooper pleasing prick & came...& caaammmme...& CAAAMMME!!
"oOOHHHHSUUUSSSAAANNNNIMGONNACOMMMEINMYAAAAASSSSSSSSS
SSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"PPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHBBBBB
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
TT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She farted a long one, milked back, & then shit all over
my dick, gushing cum & piss as she lost total control of herself & flopped.
"OhhhmiGAWD Kari, you're GOOD. My turn." As she lay zonked, I undbound her,
rolled her over, & took off that sloppy dildo & strapped it on her. Then I greased my
bottom up as I waited for Kari to return to her senses. Finally, she came around.
"My turn, Kari. You're torturing me with your teasing. Get...In..Here!" I spread
my ass open & stroked it. "Susan...it's so pretty...that greasy little butthole..." "Pretend
I'm that swedish stewardess. You wanna just mount me & fuck me HARD. Drill me,
Kari. Fuck me up the...aaAAASSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!OOOOOHHHHHHH.........
OOOOO!!!!!OH!OH-Oh!oH-Oh!OwoOHH-OH!" I howled strident "OH!"s up & down
the scale as Kari buttfucked me like I could never do to myself....tormenting my
sphincters...battering through and banging hard against my anal-g....pulling my bottom
around her pole...digging a hole in my shit...my ass never felt so good...my
clit...popping...POPPing....like wounded
balloons...OHHmi...OHMI...OHHHHHMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWDDDDDDDDDDDDHHHHH
HHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE
EIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTCCCCCCCCCCOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seemed like a torpedo detonated up in my derriere...I came
explosively....shitting, peeing, cumming....I blacked out....came around....Kari was still
boning my bottom..."Ohhyeah...keepitup....don't stop...don't stop..." Kari boffed me up
my butt just about all night. I remember glancing at the clock as we finally fell flat on the
mattress together, totally spent...around five in the morning...GOOODDD she was so
GOOD....Moments later....
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!...My pager...it's seven already??
RRRIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!!!! Kari's phone...."Uuuuhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!"
"Shhhhhhh!!!!" She slapped the phone's speaker switch. "Hello." "Dr. Weaver."
Malique's voice. "We've got lots of casualties rolling in from a major pile-up...twenty, at
least...they're calling everyone." "I'm on my way." I pulled out my cell phone, wouldn't
do to let them know I'd heard what Malique told Kari. "Dr. Lewis here...Uh-
huh...Weaver just called me...I'll be there ASAP." We ran.
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Jane - An Awakening Of Hidden Desires
By LiteraryRambler
When the P.A. job had come up Jane had been quick to submit her CV. It had been nearly two years since Jane had started working for the firm in the typing pool and she had been overqualified for that job even then. At the time, however, money had been tight and she couldn't afford to be picky, so she had taken the job in hope that something else would come along. She hadn't expected to have to wait two years for an opportunity like this to come along, but now it looked like her patience was about to pay off.
Being the Personal Assistant to the Managing Director of the company was about as high as you could go within the support structure and along with the job came a lot of perks and quasi power. The flip side of this was that a lot of the other members of the support staff tended not to like the PA to the MD.
Jane had thought about this when deciding whether or not to apply for the job, but had decided that the extra 10,000 on her salary and a company car would soon heal any wounds caused by jealous underlings.
Naturally Jane had been offered the job. Her skills were on a par with most of the other applicants, but she had impressed the interviewer by being more level headed, having more common sense and being seemingly less likely to flap under pressure. That is not to say that Jane was some sort of superhuman who could never be flustered, nervous or unsure, it just meant that she was very good at hiding it. On the outside she could be calm, collected and confident, whilst on the inside she flapped, panicked and lacked self confidence like the vast majority of people.
So here she was about to start her new job and already things weren't going well. Jane struggled to find a parking space and was now running late as she hurried down the corridor to the executive office suite where her new working home would be. She opened the door to the office suite and quickly dumped her bag behind her desk. Shrugging of her coat she furtively glanced at the clock. Only 5 minutes late... not that bad. She settled in behind her desk and flicked the switch on her computer to boot it up. Her desk was positioned in the outer office area of the executive suite which contained the offices of the MD and the Chairman. The latter apparently only came into the office about twice a year so for all intents and purposes she would only be working for Mr Peterson, the MD.
The intercom on her desk suddenly emitted a dull tone followed by the voice of her new boss.
"Jane, would you step in here please."
"Right away Mr Peterson.", replied Jane her finger stabbing at the talk button on the intercom. Perhaps she hadn't got away with it after all. Jane hoped that this would not set a bad precedent for their working relationship. She pushed back her chair and headed in to face her new boss.
"Good morning Mr Peterson.", She smiled as she walked in and stood in front of the huge mahogany desk. Her eyes flicked around the grand office. It certainly was befitting of someone who ran a large company; decked out with expensive items of furniture and works of art hanging on the walls.
Behind the desk sat David Peterson who she had only met twice before. On both occasions she had found him to be polite and quite charming. He must be in his late 30s Jane thought and judging by the ring on his finger and the photo on the window sill, married with at least one child.
"Ah Jane, good morning indeed.", David beamed as he rose and extended his hand across the desk. Jane accepted the handshake and then sat in the chair that he then offered her.
"I'd just like to say how pleased I am that you accepted the offer and hope that we can form an efficient and friendly working relationship."
Jane sighed inwardly as she realised this was just the 'welcome on board speech' and not a dressing down for being late.
"Well, I would like to thank you for giving me this opportunity and just want you to know hat I won't let you down.", Jane cringed at her 'over the top' gratitude and hoped it hadn't sounded to sickly.
The pleasantries over, David's smile faded slightly, "Excellent. Well firstly let's just set a few ground rules. First you are to call me Mr Peterson or Sir if you prefer, but you are not to address me by my first name unless I expressly say it is ok to do so."
"Yes Mr Peterson.", Jane chirped in response.
"You will be smartly dressed at all times, hair and makeup tidy and neat. Many important people come through this office every day and you and I are sometimes the first impression of our company that they get. We must both present ourselves impeccably. I am pleased to see that you seem to have grasped this concept already... well done."
Jane allowed herself a small smile and congratulated herself on her choice of the dark trouser suit, tied back hair and subtle makeup.
"Now...", David continued, "Everything else will be in the notes that Sarah compiled before she left. What I expect from you, where to find things, that sort of thing. You can spend the rest of the morning going over those and finding your feet."
"No problem Mr Peterson, I have met with Sarah a couple of times as well so I think I am up to speed on a lot of it.", Jane felt proud that she had taken the initiative in seeking out Sarah for a few choice tips prior to her starting.
"Excellent...", the smile had returned to David's face, "...see that is why you got the job...initiative. There are only two things I prize more than initiative and those are loyalty and punctuality." David said, his smile fading again to be replaced by a stern look.
Jane's stomach flipped as she realised that she had already crossed her new boss on one of his prized qualities.
"I don't want to get all heavy with you on your first day, but it is important that you understand the rules and also that there are certain things that I will not tolerate. I expect you to be at your desk at 8.30am every single morning unless you are sick or on holiday. If that means you get there at 8.15 every day to ensure being on time, so be it. If I buzz that intercom at 8.30, as I did this morning, and find myself talking to empty space again, I will not be impressed!", David finished his reprimand and sat back to let Jane respond.
"I am so sorry...", Jane started to say but just then the phone rang and David picked it up raising his hand indicating that she should stop. He listened for a few moments then placed his hand over the mouthpiece and addressed Jane.
"I need to take this call. This matter is not over though. We shall continue this at another time and I expect you to remind me of that, is that clear?"
"Yes Mr Peterson", Jane dropped her eyes to her feet and felt slightly crestfallen.
David's voice lightened up as he spoke again, "Ok, well off you go and let's make this day a good day after all".
"Yes Sir.", Jane brightened up as she rose and left the office.
Back at her desk Jane busied herself going through the notes left by Sarah and vowed that she would learn everything perfectly so as not to disappoint Mr Peterson again. She hadn't expected the dressing down that she had received but felt that he had been perfectly fair. He was never once mean or rude to her, but it was just his voice. It just seemed to carry so much authority. Well it wouldn't happen again, Jane was sure of that. She would be the model Personal Assistant and wouldn't give him the chance to reprimand her again.
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David Peterson sat back in his chair and pondered on his new P.A. He had been very firm with her this morning, probably more so than was necessary. But David had learnt one thing working his way up the corporate ladder which was that it was essential to stamp your authority on any working relationship from day one. Make sure that people know who is in charge from the outset.
Inwardly David was overjoyed that Jane had got the job. Her track record in the typing pool had proven her to be an extremely efficient worker and someone who was more than capable of working under pressure. On top of that she was a damn attractive woman. Not that this made any difference, David was a happily married man, but he mused that if he had to sit and work in this office five or sometimes six days a week it made things a lot more pleasant if his personal assistant was pleasant to look at and had some form of a personality.
Sarah had been different. She was an excellent P.A. but had absolutely no personality and was, quite frankly, over-blessed with the ugly gene. He wondered whether Jane would remind him about the lateness issue. He'd give her till the end of the week to see if she did the 'right thing' or not. David smirked to himself. He would ease up a bit on Jane as the days progressed and as her respect developed for him. He saw this becoming a very productive and amenable working relationship.
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The rest of the day had passed without event as indeed did the rest of the week. Jane had quickly got into the swing of things and picked up on David's routines. She soon realised that he was an extremely good businessman; very firm at times but always extremely fair. He never shouted or ranted and took everything in his stride. Due to her diligence and hard work there had been no reason for Jane to be reprimanded the rest of that week and by Friday the only thing that was weighing on her mind was the lateness issue which she had not found the courage to bring up yet. She resolved that she would do it before the day was out so as to wipe the slate clean before the weekend.
Jane decided that there was no time like the present and was about to reach for the intercom when Mr Peterson came out of his office with his coat on.
"Right Jane, I am off to the Japanese lunch and I probably won't be back until around 3 or 4. Knowing these people from old there will no doubt be a bit of Sake floating around so I think you better clear my diary for the rest of the day just to be on the safe side."
"Yes Mr Peterson.", Jane replied and then after a moment added, "I was wondering if I could have a word before you went Mr Peterson?".
"Ah can it keep Jane? I don't want to be late for this lunch". She couldn't be sure but Jane seemed to think there was a bit of an inflection on the word 'late'.
"It will keep.", Jane said and handed David the file on the Japanese company. David smiled and left in a hurry.
Maybe it would be better to do it when he got back anyway Jane thought. He would probably be a lot more lenient with a few sakes inside him.
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As David sat in the back of the taxi, staring blearily out of the window he smiled at how productive his lunch had been. They had agreed, in principle, on the terms of the contract and hopefully would have the deal done and dusted by the end of next week. He slid the window down slightly in an effort to clear his head from the effects of the alcohol. He hadn't had that many, but it was enough to make him feel a little light headed. The only bad thing about the lunch had been sitting through the intensely boring idle chit chat. The CEO of the Sukomo Group was as dull as dishwater and had proceeded to bore him senseless with stories about how important discipline was and how he strongly believed in dishing out the odd spanking to his children in order to gain their respect and obedience.
As he got out of the taxi and made his way back into the office block, David mused on how simple it would be if business life was like that. Being able to dish out the odd beating would probably knock some sense into some people around here. David smiled at the idea....what nonsense.
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It was gone 4 when Jane heard the outer door open and saw David walk in looking a little bit ragged around the edges, a slight glaze in his eyes.
"How did it go Mr Peterson?", Jane asked as she stood up to help him out of his coat and retrieve his briefcase from him.
"It went very well Jane. I think we shall have the contracts signed by next week." David proudly replied. "Much happen while I was away?"
"John brought those research papers up and there is a pile of messages on your desk...nothing of great urgency as far as I can see." said Jane as she hung up his coat.
David hesitated slightly and then smiled and walked into his office to deal with the messages. Jane retreated back to her desk; she was still in two minds whether to bring up the subject of the lateness or not.
After a couple of minutes she decided that she had to get it sorted before the weekend so she made her way to David's office and tapped on the door. She stuck her head round the door when he responded and asked, "Is it ok to have that word now?".
"Of course Jane", replied David, happy to be distracted from the mundane messages awaiting his attention. "What's on your mind?"
Jane stepped into the office closing the door behind her and took a seat opposite David's desk. Her stomach was tightening up and she could feel a heat rushing to her face.
"You said I should remind you about the lateness Sir." Jane found she couldn't meet his eyes as she offered herself up for a continuance of the reprimand.
David paused for a second with a puzzled look on his face which quickly turned to one of recollection. "Oh yes that", he said with a dismissive nature. He had all but decided to forget about it as long as she had brought it up which she was now doing. But he paused for a second and stared back at her. Jane sat before him staring down at her feet awaiting his lecture.
David felt a rush of power and suddenly a thought entered his head. He pondered on it for a second and then decided to try something. He masked his face with a stern expression and spoke as he stood up.
"I am glad you brought that up and I want you to know that, as I said before, I do not take these things lightly. I have decided to deal with this simply and quickly so that we can put it behind us and move on." He made his way round the side of the desk and stopped a few yards from her.
Jane relaxed slightly, she liked the sound of this.
"Stand up please Jane and take your jacket off." Jane's eyes lifted to his with a hint of confusion but then she quickly stood and did as she was asked. David continued to walk around behind her, "I had a mostly boring conversation at lunch today, but now I see that the content of that conversation may well have given me a suitable resolve for this situation.... Please lean forward slightly and place your hands on the desk."
Jane slowly leant forward and placed her hands and forearms on the desk aware that this presented a rather compromising view of her backside. She thanked god that she had worn a trouser suit today.
David stepped up to her side and as Jane stared straight ahead, he continued, "Yes, I think this may well deal with the situation rather well....now I want you to know that I am firm but fair and therefore you will receive only as much punishment as you deserve. You were five minutes late therefore you will receive five."
Five what Jane thought to herself. She was very confused.
David lifted his arm back, paused for a second and then brought it down, the flat of his palm hand making contact with the fullness of her backside. Jane shrieked in surprise.
"Mr Peterson!! What..." but the second blow caused her to cut her protest short as the stinging pain coursed through her.
"Now Jane, that is two...only three more and then this matter is all sorted."
Jane was totally humiliated and felt a full flush of embarrassment sprint to her face. She shifted uneasily as the third slap made contact and the air was forced from her lungs in another muffled shriek. What was he doing? Jane knew she should leave the office this instant but at the same time was fixed on the spot.
David felt a rush of adrenaline flood his body as he delivered the fourth stroke to her curvy arse forcing her forward slightly over the desk from the force. His cock twitched and he suddenly realised he was deeply aroused by this. He felt ashamed of himself and embarrassed but couldn't stop now, that would be even worse. Maybe he could ride it out. He delivered the final blow and then matter-of-factly rubbed her buttocks slightly to ensue the circulation returned quickly and the pain faded fast.
Jane was flush with embarrassment as the stinging pain in her rear faded to a dull throb. Her breathing was heavy and she could feel herself close to tears.
"Err thank you Jane, that will be all. I hope we can put this behind us and move on now" David said slightly uncertain of his own words, as he made his way back to his desk.
"....yes Mr Peterson", Jane whispered unevenly and quickly retrieved her jacket and hurried out of the office unable, even for a second, to make eye contact with him.
As she got back to her desk she was totally flustered and shaking with shock. Her tender backside throbbed slightly and the blood pumped through her body. But there was something else. She was soaking wet! Beneath her dark business suit trousers her knickers were completely wet through. Jane was totally shocked to realise that her body, at least, had found the spanking an intensely erotic experience. She shifted slightly in her chair and reached her hand down and briefly brushed herself between the legs. She was indeed damp and as soon as her finger brushed over her engorged clitoris a wave of pleasure ran through her body.
Now she was really confused. She thought she had found the whole experience embarrassing and demeaning but her body was betraying this thought. Her face flushed again with embarrassment as her mind started to work through the dichotomy of emotions she was experiencing. Jane considered herself to be an experienced lover but had to admit that she had never tried any form of bondage or discipline before. What surprised her even more was the fact that she had always thought that if she did try any of that then it would be her taking the role of the dominant one. Instead she found herself as the submissive and apparently was enjoying it!
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David sat behind his desk and stared blankly ahead into thin air. What had he just done? Had he really just spanked a grown woman? The answer to that question was most definitely yes. Had he just spanked his own P.A. Dave cringed and started to get nervous when he confirmed to himself that the answer to that question was definitely yes as well. What was he thinking? He must have been mad. This could be very bad. All sorts of things rushed through his mind as he considered the possibility of being hauled up on sexual harassment charges.
David's heart rate soared as he considered the possible consequences of his actions. He could most definitely lose his job, possible face charges and what about his marriage. David was seriously starting to panic now.
"Ok David", he soothed himself, "let's just calm down and think this through". He got up and walked to the water cooler to get himself a drink. He tried to rationalise the situation. He had been a little drunk, it was a very minor incident. If he apologised and explained then surely it could all be forgotten about. Maybe some sort of bonus or sweetener could be arranged as a peace offering.
He tried to convince himself that this was just another business deal, but couldn't think of another business deal that had made him so nervous. For that matter no other business deal had left him feeling ashamed but also extremely aroused at the same time. Dave groaned and decided it was time to eat some humble pie. He made his way back to his desk and reached for the intercom. He nearly jumped out of his skin when it buzzed....
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Jane tried to focus on her work but was finding in very difficult to think about anything else other than what had happened. On the one hand she had just been sexually harassed and should walk out of this office now and not come back. On the other hand the burning sensation between her legs told her that she was going do no such thing until she had explored this further. From the tone of David's voice when she had left, he was in experiencing a certain amount of confusion and shock because of what he had done. For this reason she was convinced that there was no malice intended on his part and that he wasn't a sadist homicidal maniac who was gonna beat her to within an inch of her life. There were so many questions that needed answering but she needed more time to think. She wanted to leave the situation open and in her control before she left to go home. Somehow she needed to let David now that she wasn't going to go screaming rape, but on the other hand that she wasn't sure she wanted him thinking that she was now some sort of fuck-toy... at least she didn't think she did. She reached for the intercom.
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"Yes Jane?", David responded to the buzzing intercom trying to keep his voice calm.
"Can I have a word Mr Peterson, Please?", Jane kept her voice light and friendly, "It won't take a second".
David paused slightly before answering, "err ok Jane, step in". David fussed and fidgety quickly trying to adopt a posture that suggested he was relaxed and calm.
The door opened and Jane walked calmly in. She stood before his desk hands crossed demurely in her lap and her head slightly bowed, her eyes staring at the surface of his desk.
"Look Jane...", David started to say but Jane was quick to cut him off; she wanted to lead on this one.
"Please, Mr Paterson, Sir, I just wanted to say thank you for being so firm with me earlier. I really appreciate it and I believe that administering me a spanking has served to act as a suitable and fitting punishment as well as a deterrent from it happening again. I know exactly where I stand now on the issue of punctuality." Jane never raised her eyes once but could tell from the silence that David was slightly taken aback.
David was speechless and if she had been looking at his face, Jane would have seen the total look of disbelief that the open mouthed expression on his face clearly displayed.
Jane sneaked a quick peek at his face and fought hard to stop herself from breaking into a wide smile. She could feel the heat in her cheeks again. She hoped she hadn't thrown him too much as she desperately wanted him to take back control of the situation and be masterful. Jane had realised that this was what she wanted. She wanted to try the submissive role and she wanted David to believe that he was really the dominant one, that way he would continue with conviction and passion.
Jane needed to break the silence. "It is 5.30, Sir. I am about to leave. Is there anything before I go?"
David snapped out of his stupor and quickly took the reins of the situation again. "No that will be all Jane.", he said with a firm but pleasant voice and then added, "I hope a lesson has been learnt here today Jane, and I hope that you think about it over the weekend and come to work on Monday ready to start anew."
"Yes Sir", Jane replied, "I will". Jane turned to leave and a sly smile crept across her face as she knew she would be thinking about her spanking a lot this weekend.
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Jane did think about it a lot over the weekend. Alone in her bed, she closed her eyes and let her imagination replay the spanking over and over again as her fingers gently rubbed her throbbing clitoris. She tried to feel each of David's strokes, remembering the stinging pain spreading across her backside as she brought herself ever closer to orgasm. When she finally came it was with a ferocity the likes of which she had not experienced for a very long time. Afterwards she lay breathless and limp for a long time before she finally drifted off to sleep.
David, too, found his mind wandering to the situation on more that one occasion over the weekend, each time causing his heart to pound and his cock to twitch. Alarmingly, he could not get the image of Jane bending over his desk from his mind on Sunday evening as he and his wife made love. Afterwards, his wife commented on his unusual passion and intensity during their lovemaking that night. David had just smiled and assured her that it was her who had made him so horny when the truth was that he was lusting over the spanking he had given Jane.
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Jane looked at her watch as she stood outside the office building. It was 8.36. Allowing for the walk to her office that would make her nine minutes late. She had been standing there for the best part of 10 minutes now, deciding whether or not to be late. There was no going back now, she was already late and knew that this would force the issue. Her heart was pumping hard and she could feel her nipples hardening in anticipation.
She made her way into the building and towards her office, ready to face the music. She could feel a slight dampness already starting to form between her legs and hoped that it wasn't noticeable through her trousers. As she stepped into the outer office the intercom on her desk was already buzzing. She quickly through her bag to the floor and took her coat off, before lurching for the intercom .
"Yes Mr Peterson?", Jane said breathlessly.
"Can I see you in here now please Jane!". There was that voice again; stern and forceful. Jane practically went weak at the knees when she heard it.
"Right away Sir.", she responded and slipped off her suit jacket. She stopped just before opening the door and with a wicked smile undid the top two buttons on her blouse. She parted the neck slightly and looked at the result. Jane was more than amply endowed and knew this would expose a good amount of flesh to her boss.
She wiped the smile off her face, replaced it with one of apprehension and walked into David's office. She made her way over to his desk and stood before him with head slightly bowed.
David was, in some sense, furious that Jane was late again, but was also exhilarated at the prospect of maybe delivering another spanking. He tried to put this thought out of his mind as he stared at Jane before him. She was devastatingly attractive and, he could be wrong but, she seemed to be showing a bit of cleavage today as well. His cock twitched as he admired the swell of her full breasts and the inch or two of flesh that peeked out of the top of her blouse. He had spent the last couple of minutes rehearsing the whole speech in his head and knew that if he went to town enough and overplayed the importance of being punctual again he might get to spank her again.
"Jane, I am very disappointed in you.", David said and paused for a moment to let the words sink in. Before he had a chance to continue Jane spoke up.
"I am dreadfully sorry Mt Peterson...". She brought her gaze up slightly but avoided eye contact with David. "... I really did learn my lesson on Friday and I tried so hard this morning to be on time. I know how important punctuality is to you and that is why", she hesitated for a second before finishing, "... I am completely prepared to accept any punishment you decide to deliver.". With this Jane spread her legs slightly and bent at the waist placing her forearms and palms flat on the desk in front of him. She let her head lower to the desk in what she hope was a totally submissive pose.
As Jane bent over the desk David had glimpsed a fantastic view down the front of her blouse and could see her cleavage practically bursting out of it. David was quick to rally to the situation and knew for sure that he was now in control. He had suspected that Jane had in fact enjoyed the spanking on Friday and now his suspicions were confirmed.
David slowly stood up and made his way around the desk until he was standing at Jane's side where he was presented with the glorious view of this stunning blonde bending over his desk. Jane's pert bottom was sticking up in the air ready and waiting and her breasts hung down heavy even within the confines of her bra and blouse. David reached out his hand and saw that he was trembling slightly. He placed it firmly down on the small of her back and felt her shudder at his touch.
"You will count as I deliver your punishment....is that clear?", David said as he brought his other hand up and rested it lightly on Jane's curvy bottom where he began to stroke it slowly.
"Yes Sir.", Jane replied in a hoarse whisper. The feel of his strong hands on her body was sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. The hand left her backside and for just a moment there was nothing... just an anticipation that exhilarated Jane. Then the suddenly stinging pain as David sent his hand down connecting with her right buttock. Jane jolted forward her breasts mashing into the desktop. Her breath forced from her lungs in a primal muffled groan. "uhhhh .....one", Jane managed to splutter as she felt the fire burning between her legs. She longed to slip her hand down and massage her pussy but she didn't dare.
A shot of adrenaline went screaming through David's body as he delivered the first blow to Jane's quivering backside. And then she spoke, as instructed, counting off the first of her punishment strokes. That was almost more exhilarating than actually delivering the blow and David's cock strained rigid against his trousers. He returned to massaging scolded cheek of her arse before again lifting his hand back and delivering an even harsher stroke; this time to her left cheek. Again he felt Jane lunge forward into the desk, her arms having slipped apart she was nearly face flat on the desk now and David marvelled at how her breasts were squashed under her own weight. How he yearned to touch them, to squeeze and pinch them, but he couldn't.
"Twwwwo!", Jane shrieked, panting heavily. She ground her hips in small circles as the pain of the second stroke started to fade to be replaced by a throbbing in her buttocks. Her breasts heaved and her pussy ached.
David pulled his hand from her pert bottom and briefly squeeze his cock, somehow trying to ease the pressure that had built up there. Of course this did noting to relieve his lust and he quickly resumed his task.
As he slapped her arse the third time a muffled 'Yes' escaped Jane's lips which she quickly covered by hissing 'three' into the mahogany of the desk. David left his hand on her backside and kneaded it's fullness for a moment. He could see the outline of her swollen sex through her trousers and slid his hand back slightly to briefly stroke its dampness. Jane moaned and pushed back against his hand. David quickly took his hand away and delivered a slap to her arse that resounded with such a crack that it startled him. Before Jane could even get her breath to report the count, David broke his rhythm and delivered another blow right across the middle of both her arse cheeks.
Jane was slowly losing control and she knew it. She could feel her orgasm hovering agonising close and knew that she would allow this man to do anything he wanted at this point. "Oh yes, punish me!", Jane exclaimed in rush of air.
"How many?", David barked.
Jane really couldn't remember and could not answer.
David slid his hand up and grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair and tugged her head up from the desk and hissed in her ear, "How Many?".
"Four!!", Jane shrieked and hoped it was right. The pleasure and pain mix was incredible, but she ached to be fucked and despite how open and extreme the situation was, she didn't feel she could bring herself to beg to be fucked yet, although inwardly that was exactly what she was doing.
Whilst still holding her head back by the hair, David delivered three quick strokes to her luscious arse, each causing Jane to whimper and shudder, and then she went completely rigid and tense for a moment. Her eyes tightly screwed together and her mouth open in orgasmic pleasure. David pulled tighter on Jane's hair and delivered one final last stroke to her arse that sent a jolt of pain right through the middle of Jane's orgasm causing it to intensify dramatically.
After a few seconds Jane's whole body went limp and she nearly fell to the floor. David steadied her and straightened her upright.
Jane's head started to clear and she tried to put her hair back into some sort of order with little success. David was staring straight into her eyes, but she couldn't meet his gaze; a burning red flush enflaming her cheeks. She dropped her head and she stared at her feet, though she could hardly see her feet because of the front of David's trousers which were sticking out under the strain of his erection.
David realised she was staring at his cock and quickly turned away and walked back to his desk. "That will be all Jane and please don't let it happen again.".
Jane didn't understand what he meant at first but then dragged her consciousness back to the fact that there had actually been a pretext for the delicious spanking she had just received. "Yes Mr Peterson, I won't Mr Peterson.", she whispered and hurried quickly out of his office back to the sanctuary of her desk.
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It took Jane the best part of a couple of hours to fully calm down and sort herself out. Her mind kept drifting back to the spanking she had received and the intense orgasm it had given her. Finally though she had managed to get her mind back on her work and regain her normal calm composure. Thankfully every time she had to interact with David about something or other he was always completely business like and showed no indication of what had happened earlier. This made the working day a lot easier for Jane, although her own mind was causing her to become distracted enough.
By the end of the day she was already planning how late she would be to work tomorrow and hoping that David would give her another spanking like today. She found herself wanting more too; wondering what his cock would feel like buried deep in her pussy or even in her ass. Jane had only ever once tried anal sex before and hadn't really enjoyed but decided to herself that if David wanted to fuck her in the arse then he could, just as long as he spanked her and humiliated her and made her feel like a slut. Jane was shocked at her own thoughts, but exhilarated to be discovering a seemingly new side to her personality.
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As Jane drove to work the next morning, she knew she was going to be late. Even if she had wanted to be on time she wouldn't have been this morning. The roadworks on the main road saw to that. As she sat in her car stuck behind a line of cars leading to the temporary traffic lights, her nipples started to tingle. She shifted in her seat and her short skirt rode up around her thighs a little more. Jane had decided to wear the skirt this morning so that if she was late, hopefully, David would be more tempted to spank her bare arse and who knows where things might lead then.
Jane let a hand slip down between her legs as the traffic continued to crawl along and gently massage her clitoris under her skirt. She was quite damp already and was glad that she had taken the precaution of slipping an extra pair of knickers into her bag this morning. She eased the crotch of her thong to one side and slipped a finger into her pussy whilst dreamily imagining David punishing her again.
A blast from the horn of the car behind brought her out of her dream world and she noticed that the traffic had eased up and there was a patch of clear road ahead of her. She reluctantly yanked her hand from between her legs and drove on towards the office.
It was 8.45 by the time she had found a parking space and was rushing through the corridors of the office building. She was aware that her breasts were bouncing around rather obscenely as she hurried along. She had chosen to wear a slightly more seductive top today and had left off a bra altogether. The tight lycra top made her large breasts bulge and created a good amount of cleavage. She kept her coat close to her chest as she made her way to the executive office suite, aware that her hard nipples were sticking through the thin material of her top.
As she got into the suite she immediately made her way to David's office, not wanting to hold off any longer. She knocked on the door and walked straight in when David beckoned her to do so.
"Sorry I am late Mr Peterson, the traffic was terrible this morning.". Jane dropped her bag to the floor and let her coat slip from her shoulders. She noticed a glint in David's eye as he took in the sight before his eyes.
David stared lustfully at Jane standing on the other side of the desk. She was wearing a black tight skirt that only came down to the middle of her thighs and a white top that was very tight and very revealing. Combined with a pair of fairly high black heels that caused her legs and back to arch slightly, her hair was pulled back into a ponytail making the overall effect devastating. David said nothing for a full minute while he tried to decide what to do. He could see Jane shifting uneasily but wanted to let her squirm a bit longer. She hadn't seemed very sorry at all about being late this morning. She was obviously hoping to get another spanking. David wanted desperately to spank her, to bend her over and slide that skirt up over her thighs to reveal..... what? David wondered what she was wearing under there. Suddenly David realised he was in a position of power and didn't need to wonder about these things.
"Turn round and bend over.", David said with a stern voice while keeping his face blank and non-emotive.
Jane's heart fluttered as she realised it was starting. She quickly did as she was told and turned so her back was towards him, She bent over at the waist, resting her hands on her knees as there was nothing else to lean on.
As she bent over her skirt rose tantalisingly around her thighs, but not quite high enough for David to see what was underneath.
"Pull your skirt up.", he called to her and watched with heart pounding and cock hardening as Jane slipped her skirt over her hips to reveal that she was wearing a black thong that disappeared invitingly between her cheeks. David could see her pussy bulging out of the garment at the top of her thighs. His hardness strained at his trousers and he ached to take it out and stroke it.
Jane did her best to look as sexy as possible, keeping her legs straight and arching her back so that her backside was pushed high in the air. She heard David's chair move back and her pussy tingled as she realised he was making his way around the desk towards her. She let her head hang loose down and tried not to make a sound in order to work out where he was and what he was doing. The hairs stood up on the back of her neck as she felt him enter her personal space and come to a stop beside her.
A small silent gasp escaped her lips as she felt his hand touch down lightly on her rump and begin to massage the fullness of her cheeks. His touch felt gentle but firm and powerful at the same time. His hands continued to smooth over her rear pausing only to inch her skirt just a little higher. Jane felt them slide down over her arse and onto the tops of her thighs agonisingly close to her sex which ached for his touch. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to sink into the delicious feeling of excitement and anticipation as his caress continued.
And then, suddenly, his hands were gone. Jane's heart pounded hard as she waited for the onslaught of the pain that she had found herself craving lately... but it didn't come. There was nothing; no pain, no movement from David and no sound except the pounding of her blood in her ears as it surged around her body. Still the emptiness continued and Jane felt suddenly very vulnerable in her current position, but she did not dare turn round for fear of killing the moment.
Finally Jane heard a slight sound and sensed that David had moved, left her side and was walking around behind her. Her legs began to tremble slightly as the feeling of anticipation and 'Not-knowing' grew. Her body elicited a tiny spasm as she again felt his hands on her; this time on her hips. From the feel of it, David was standing directly behind her. She felt his hands slide from her hips over her waist and along her sides. As his hands slowly moved higher she felt David step in to her and his body pressed against her backside. She could feel the hardness of his manhood straining against his trousers as it nudged into the top of her thighs.
David's fingers spread wider as they reached the side of her breasts and then they slid down under her body and firmly grabbed her. Jane moaned as she felt his strong hands massage and squeeze her firm tits. He thrust against her slightly as he caressed her and occasionally caught her nipples between his fingers. Jane pressed back against his hardness urging him on; willing him to take her, have his way, do whatever he wanted...use her!
But his hands retreated, back onto her sides and then on down to her backside again. Once more Jane felt a sudden void as his hands left her and he stepped back away from her. She moaned in frustration and tried to move her body back, searching him out, but a firm hand landed on her back and made it clear that she was not to move. Jane relaxed again, resigned to the fact that she was no longer in control of this situation. She heard David move away but couldn't work out where he was going. Then she heard the squeak of a wheel on his chair and the soft escapee of air from the padded seat as he sat on his leather chair. Silence descended on the room again. Each second that passed seemed to last for at least 10 as Jane awaited her fate.
"Thank you Jane, that will be all, please return to your desk and start work.", David's voice cut into the silence finally.
Jane's eyes snapped open and she paused for a second, not quite believing what he was saying. She then stood up, pushing her skirt back into place and turned to him with a look of disappointment and frustration.
"But Mr Peterson, I have broken your rules, I need to be punished.", Jane blurted aware that she sounded like a little schoolgirl. David said nothing and Jane was left standing there feeling very confused and humiliated. she had just offered herself to him completely and he had turned her down. She was reluctant to give up but floundered for what to do or say. "B-but how will I ever learn, Sir, if I go unpunished?". Jane knew that she was appearing desperate, but inwardly couldn't deny the fact that she was.
"If I decide to punish you,", David finally spoke, "it will be when and how I choose. Now please return to your desk..... I need that report in done by 10 o'clock.". As he said this, David dropped his eyes to his desk and started to sift through some papers.
Jane stared at him in open mouthed desperation for a second and then realising that she could do nothing to alter the situation dropped her head in resignation. "Yes Mr Peterson, right away sir". The disappointed dripped from her voice as she turned, collected her things and left his office.
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As soon as Jane had left the office, David dropped the papers he had been leafing through, sighed and leaned back in his chair. How the hell he had managed to get through that he did not know. He felt massively powerful, that was for sure, but fighting the desire to spank Jane had been very difficult. He knew he could have used her anyway he wanted to just then; spank her, fuck her, shove his cock in her mouth or even more degrading things, but he wanted to be sure that she realised that he had absolute control.
He knew in his mind that before the day was out, Jane would get her spanking and probably fucked too, but he wanted to build the sexual tension more first. Besides, sad as it seemed, he really did need that report finishing by 10 and as amazing as the prospect of spanking Jane was, he couldn't let it get in the way of work; there was too much to lose.
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Jane stood before the mirror and adjusted her hair and makeup. Her whole body still yearned to be pleasured even now, over three hours later. She was standing in the private bathroom that lead off the executive office suite. She had gone back to her desk earlier, senses enflamed and every nerve in her body tingling, but she had tried to focus and get the report done. She had hammered through it and when, finally, David had signed it off he had smiled at her pleasantly as if nothing had happened this morning. Jane sighed. She knew she was so completely in his power, in all senses of the word.
Jane had calmed down enough now to be able to stop thinking about it every second and had resigned herself to the fact that David would do as he saw fit with her. She felt confident that David knew she would be prepared to do pretty much anything he wanted and just had to be content with the fact that the ball was well and truly in his court now.
Suddenly the room was plunged into darkness. Jane froze and tried to listen for any sounds. It was probably just a power cut or something she thought and knew that if it was then the backup generators would take over in a minute. The door behind her opened quickly and then closed again. Jane realised that her eyes had been closed and therefore she hadn't seen who had opened the door. She could sense a difference in the air... someone had stepped into the room. Her heart quickened and adrenaline started to flood her body. She felt afraid; unusually afraid of the dark; suddenly afraid to be in a room with another person.
"Hello?". Jane's voice was high and trembled slightly, "Is there someone here?".
"Do not be afraid.", a voice said behind her. Jane knew that voice; could tell that voice anywhere. The stern, power laced voice belonged to David and suddenly her fear diminished dramatically to be replaced by excitement. She felt the air move around her slightly and guessed that he was walking towards her. She held her breath and listened to her own heart beat as it started to pound in her ears. Her nipples tingled slightly as he grew closer and she could feel a familiar wetness beginning to form between her legs. She was suddenly shocked when she felt something covering her eyes and in reflex started to reach her hands up. She realised it was a blindfold and relaxed as the material snaked around her head and was tied tightly underneath her ponytail.
David's hands smoothed the material one more time over her eyes and then slipped down her body until Jane felt his hands rest on hers. She shaking a little as he slowly pulled on her hands causing her to turn round and face him. He took hold tightly of her hands and brought them up and together so she stood with her arms stretch out with her palms touching each other. His hands disappeared again and Jane shifted uneasily from foot to foot. They returned and Jane felt the fabric of a thin rope being coiled around her wrists. Her nipples instantly hardened as she realised what he was doing. Over and over the rope coiled around her wrists until eventually it was pulled tight and tied securely.
Jane heard the door open and she was lead by the wrists out of the bathroom. Her heart skipped a beat, as she knew she was entering a part of the offices which other people could wander into and felt panicky at the thought of being seen. David brought her to a stop and then she felt his hands on her shoulders. He roughly spun he round in a complete circle. Again he did it, and again and again until Jane lost count and started to feel very dizzy. Finally he stopped and Jane felt very unsteady on her feet. She was breathing heavily and feeling very disorientated.
David lead her through a door and then they walked a few paces, all the time Jane clung to David's arm for support. She was very nervous about where they were going but also exhilarated at being so completely in the charge of another person. They went through a further door and then David spun her round again. A few paces further forward and they went through yet another door. The sound never seemed to change much and Jane really had no idea where she was or where she was being taken. Through another door and a few paces forward and Jane could definitely feel a change in the environment of this place. There was a warm breeze coming from somewhere and...people....Jane could hear people.
Her heart raced as she strained to hear better. There was definitely a mumbling of voices from somewhere. It seemed to be coming from more than one direction. Jane felt very nervous.
"W-w-what is going...", Jane started to say but was silenced by David's voice in her ear, "No talking!".
Jane bit her lip and tried to fight the anxiety that was building inside her. David released her hands and she let them fall into her lap and stood silently. Thoughts raced through Jane's head. Who was in the room? Where was she? Where was the breeze coming from; she must be outside, or at least near an open door or window; on a balcony maybe. What is he going to do? How well did she really know him? Could she trust him? Amongst all this Jane realised that despite all these questions and her anxieties, she was still standing here with a blindfold on and her hands tied. She could, if she wanted, lift her hands and remove the blindfold, but she didn't... Why? The quivering in her hands told her that it was because she was nervously excited as well as anxious.
Once again she felt his hands on her. Both hands landed lightly on her shoulders and hung there for a second before moving slowly down her arms. The sides of his palms brushed against the side of her breasts and a shiver of arousal went through her body. The hands made their way fully onto her breasts and moulded their shape. Jane relaxed slightly and let the feeling wash over her, although she was still very aware that there were other people in the room. His fingers brushed her nipples and then grasped each one between thumb and finger, squeezing slightly causing her mouth to open silently and her head to rock back.
The hands moved down, leaving her breasts heaving, and moved down over her bound hands to her hips. They grasped her hips tightly and spun Jane round so that she was facing the other way, One strong hand rested in the centre of her back and pushed gently, causing Jane to bend over slowly. David's hands were immediately on her behind, rubbing and squeezing the cheeks sending a rush of blood around Jane's body that manifested itself in a flush to her face. Jane was really not sure about this. A spanking was one thing, but a public spanking was quite another.
The sound of mumbling voices grew louder as David moved his hands to the hem of her tight skirt and started to slide it up her thighs.
"No...no...please?", Jane whimpered, "Not like this...the others..." Jane was so torn between the anxiety and humiliation she was feeling mixed in with the anticipation of feeling David's hand pounding against her arse, delivering the spanking she craved.
"I said no talking.", came the reply from David in a soft but firm voice.
The skirt was completely over he hips now and her arse was exposed to the eyes of David as well as anyone else's eyes who were in the room. His hands moved back onto her arse cheeks and slid down towards the top of her thighs. Jane whimpered in both desire and pleading to stop the humiliation, but David did not stop. His hand continued on and into the gap at the top of her thighs where it cupped her sex and rubbed her swollen pussy lips and protruding clitoris through the material of her thong. Jane moaned with lust. At last, the feel of his touch as she had longed for all day, but still she was afraid; deeply embarrassed and afraid.
The hand quickly left her pussy and her head shot back as she felt the pain shoot through her as it slammed down against her backside. A warm tingling coursed through her veins and the heat in her buttocks started to build.
"No....don't!", she tried to mumble but it was such a feeble protest that Jane herself knew that she had resigned herself to the humiliation and degradation of a public beating.
The hand left her and was immediately back with a crack, and then another followed in quick succession which caused Jane to pant open mouth and stumble forward slightly. She blindly reached down to steady herself and felt the floor meet her hands. She balled her bound hands into fists and pushed them into the soft carpet bracing herself for the next blow.
It came quickly and with a loud slap.
"Ohhhh yes.....thank you sir.", Jane deliriously panted as the fire in her pussy burned. His hands were rubbing her arse cheeks and one slipped down to her pussy again. It roughly pulled aside the thin material o her thong and dove for her aching hole. A gasp escaped Jane's lips and she threw her head as she felt the finger plunge deep into her sending streams of pleasure through her.
The next blow came while the finger was still embedded in her and the mixture of pleasure and pain soared to a level not reached before. Jane thought she would collapse but desperately wanted to stay upright and receive more.
Another, another and yet another vicious blow stung against her left cheek as the finger slowly pumped in and out of her. Then the finger was gone and Jane whimpered at the loss. But now there was something else nudging between her legs. She widened her stance slightly in anticipation of maybe two finger entering her. But it wasn't two fingers. Jane hissed a 'Yes' and thrust her hips back as she realised she could feel the swollen head of David's cock nudging at her opening.
"Yes.....do it.....fuck me sir....use me, fuck me like a slut in front of all these people... I don't care anymore....just don't stop.". Jane was so close to orgasm she was almost delirious with lust.
Her pussy and clitoris exploded as his cock thrust deep into her in one movement and stayed there buried to the hilt. Jane felt completely full, more full than she had ever felt, but clamoured for more. David withdrew his cock almost to the tip and then plunged into her again. Gradually the slow deliberate thrusts became a rhythm, banging into her with a great force and a steadily building pace.
Jane panted open mouthed and grunted each time the large member impaled her. A sting of pain reamed through her backside as she felt David's hand slap her hard. Again he slapped her whilst he continued to pump his erect cock into her with a furious pace. His other hand shot forward and caught her long ponytail tightly in his grasp. Jane jerked her head back as he pulled sharply on her hair which sent millions of tiny pleasurable pain signals from the scalp of her head through her body and mashed with the throbbing heat in her pussy. Her orgasm started to explode from deep within her as she felt David furiously hammer his shaft into her, his thighs slapping loudly against her arse. On and on the pulsing orgasm ripped through her body and just when she thought it was subsiding she felt the heat as David started to cum, pumping his seed deeply into her. Her orgasm renewed its intensity as he continued to milk every last drop into her, slowing his pace to a steady thrusting.
Jane felt the cum overflow out of her pussy and start to run down her thighs. She felt the sweat beading on her back. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes as she came back down to earth with the realisation of what she had just done and collapsed off his cock into a heap on the floor.
As Jane lay there for a couple of seconds the tears running down her cheek in a mixture of humiliation, deep satisfaction and sheer exhaustion she suddenly heard the voices disappear. She was puzzled by this and lifted herself to her elbows. David was behind her and she felt his hands untying the blindfold. She squinted as the darkness disappeared and the bright light flooded into her eyes. As her eyes slowly began to focus she realised that she was in David's office and there was noone else there except David.
She turned her head towards him and looked into his eyes with a questioning look.
"Where did they all go?" she whispered.
"There was never anyone here Jane....just you and me." he replied smiling..
"But the voices?", Jane was confused.
"Just a sound file I download and looped it around..... I might harbour a tendency to punish and mildly humiliate, but I am not a total sadistic arsehole." He said playfully.
Jane suddenly realised it had all be a charade simply to make her believe she was being publicly humiliated. The warm breeze came from a fan by an open window. The tears welled up again; this time with relief. She buried her head in David's chest.
"I have never felt that way before.", she mumbled, "so intense, so charged.....it was incredible".
David didn't say anything but merely held her close and smiled for a moment.
"I am afraid, though, Jane that we are going to have to find you other employment. I think we will both agree that we can't really work effectively together with this sort of intensity between us.", David said.
Jane pulled away from him and struggled to wipe the tears from her eyes with her still bound hands. She sighed and sagged slightly. David leant over to untie her hands
"I suppose you are right.", Jane said, "...not after today".
"I have lots of contacts around.... I am sure one of them will be happy to see you, you were over-qualified to be a P.A. anyway....it is the least I can do.", then after a short pause, "Maybe we could still meet up once in a while and .....well you know". For the first time Jane saw David blush slightly and become furtive.
She smiled broadly and turned to him as he finally removed the rope from her wrists and simply said, "Maybe.".
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Title: Once Around The Sun
Keywords: scifi, mF, teen, nc, bond, mdom, mom, son, mat
Author: Caesar
Summary: In the distant future, Todd and his family are captured by pirates, and Todd's life radically changes.
There was a gay countess of Bray,
And you may think it odd when I say,
That in spite of high station,
Rank and education,
She always spelled cunt with a 'k'.
Once Around The Sun
by Caesar, copyright 2000
$Revision: 1.15 $ $Date: 2008-01-17 21:47:16 $
My name is Todd, Todd Shepard, and this is the story how I became a
pirate. Not just any pirate, mind you, but a full fledged member of
the infamous Red Dogs.
It happened many years ago, a different lifetime as it now feels.
My family and I were refugees from a ethnic war between, what started
out as, two separate factions upon the planet I was born on, Ulie V.
The civil war soon turned nasty as centuries old hatred erupted and
the war turn upon the civilians. Now each side began to do ethnic
cleansing, meaning they killed or expelled all that were not of the
proper ethnic mixture. We, evidently, were of the wrong mix and my
family and I found ourselves on a refugee ship, if it could be called
that, heading away from the core worlds.
We never escaped untouched either, no family did. My sister had lost
a leg to a indiscriminate land mine while my father had been held and
tortured leaving him horribly disfigured and scarred. We never had
the credits or anything to barter for cryogenic replacements, the war
had cost us nearly everything.
To say my attitude changed towards those values and morals that my
parents had attempted to instill in me is obvious. How could they
not? I was a normal nine year old when the war started out as simple
skirmishes between fractions. I was ten when it moved to the cities
and saw my first grav-tank quickly blast a building to rubble, the
people within all dead. Eleven when great masses of people began to
move, refugees attempting to find safety by living with others like
themselves. The two ethnic communities separated their people in an
attempt to stop the bloodshed, instead it only made it easier to put
boundaries on what was soon becoming an all out war. Twelve when I
held my sister down as a dentist cut off the strips of skin and
stitched her blown stump together. Thirteen when my father was missing
for nearly four months and when he did return, he was barely
recognizable nor could he no longer care for himself. Fourteen when
men came for me, to recruit me as a soldier, but my mother and sister
gave the last of our wealth and possessions to them. They said they
would be back, the bribe only gained me another year. Fifteen when we
were herded into interment camps while ships were found to rid the
world of our filth, as we were called.
The Imperium never sat back and let this happen, they sent observers
and then a peace keeping force that did little but frustrate our
already desperate situation. It was not uncommon to have a firefight
across a field between the two sides when they would suddenly stop as
a squad of Imperium Soldiers marched through, only to continue when
they were out of range.
I lost a childhood because of the war on my home world. It matters
not which side did what to us, both were attributed with horrible
atrocities that were becoming commonplace as the years advanced. My
contempt was for the people of my planet, for the Imperium and even my
own parents for not leaving the planet when they had a chance.
In all though, I was lucky to survive. Many did not.
Upon that stinking, old, slow cargo ship that became our refuge, my
parents felt the same way. That they were lucky to survive, happy to
finally be away from the shit hole I had been born upon. They didn't
seem to even wonder what misadventures lay ahead.
-*-
I awoke with the lights still out, a single lamp over the exit fizzled
and hummed, but I knew something was different. Then I knew, the ship
had stopped, there was no longer the constant hum and vibration from
the ships ancient engines.
No one else had awoke and it was all calm. I put my head back down
upon my sweaty jacket and rubbed my sisters head upon my stomach.
There was over a hundred of us in this small space, so tight that we
had to overlap when sleeping. There was no other accommodations but
the cold metal floor and a makeshift curtained area with a bucket for
our toilet.
I hated it. There no longer was cycles just long endless hours,
months probably, that we travelled in that old ship. I did not share
my parents joy from leaving the war behind. I for one, could not help
but think that we were simple cows for the strong to take advantage
of. For most of my remembrance, that was exactly how I had learned to
think.
I felt it before I heard it, the deck jerked slightly and I heard the
clang of metal upon metal. Once before I had heard that, when our
shuttle had grappled with this ship and we boarded. Another ship must
have boarded us I realized.
For an unknown reason I shivered in fear.
All the lights suddenly came on, blinding me temporarily. The sounds
of those around me filled with astonishment but no fear.
Most of us stood up, waiting for an announcement as we could not exit
from the chamber through the hatch. It was locked, we were simple
cattle. Worthless refugees.
The announcement never came, instead the hatch opened and I could hear
the fear in the voices and feel the fear the crowd from those closest
to the exit felt. Something was terribly wrong I knew.
My mother put an arm about my sisters and my shoulders, "I'm sure its
nothing." My father's one good eye starred at my mother and spoke
volumes, he also didn't think it would be okay.
A metallic voice boomed out from the hatchway, "Men to port, women and
children to starboard." Since we had been counted and sorted this way
several times since boarding all the people in that chamber moved
animately while the fear level rose in all of us.
My father held my arm by the elbow, not wanting us to be separated.
After the crowd of refugees parted and we were pressed so close
together it was tough to breath, that I was able to see all the way to
the hatchway.
No wonder at the peoples reaction to the hatchway opening, it was a
humbling sight. There in the opening stood seven men, four in the
armour of combat Marines. Armour that even the armies of my planet
could not afford. Yet it wasn't Imperium troops that stood there, as
they wore no uniform or insignia. The armour completely enclosed them
from all types of elements, including space and under water, and was
incredibly arrayed with weapons and communications gear. I had read
about Imperium troops weapons and armour years ago, its what a child
does in a war zone - learn about weapons.
When the refugees finished separating then did the four marines enter,
two to each side, facing us threateningly. A large mirrored faceplate
covered the Marines eyes but I felt his gaze cross me and I felt a
shiver of true fear.
The other three men, each differently clothed and all but one arrayed
with an assortment of weapons. The one unencumbered man I knew to be
one of the ships mates, a ferret-like man whom had enjoyed prolonging
food distribution and cleaning of our makeshift latrines.
I studied the one that seemed the leader, simply deduced by his
stature and manner. He was of large size with a straight noble
bearing that was clothed in well tailored and expensive garb. The
ferret fawned over him while the other man was looking over both the
starboard and port sides of the cabin.
Years ago, before regular trading between our world ceased, I had
purchased comic stories for my comm tablet. One of my favourite
series was about a swash buckling pirate and his adventures through
the galaxy. It was filled with excitement and adventure, as the men
stole from the rich and gave to the poor while the Imperium attempted,
unsuccessfully, to capture them. I knew the comics to be fantasy I
realized that these meant before me were most probably pirates. They
certainly had not been on the ship when we blasted out of system.
Barely looking at us, the leader nodded to the third man and the
process began. It was simple. The man stood near the door as each
refugee came to him. The ferret would then guide the person in the
direction if the man nodded affirmatively nor negatively. Those
negative nods were put in groups and then a marine would guide them
away from our chamber, returning several minutes later for another
group.
I watched for several minutes, being well in the back and a long way
from the head of the line, felt my guts turn. The pirates were taking
away the old and infirm while the young and healthy stayed. After all
these years of staying alive, I knew my family was now going to be
separated. Tears came to my eyes as I watched my sister hobble to the
head of the line and the nod came for her go towards the hatchway. My
mom was next and she was ushered back to the crowd of completed
refugees. My sister looked stunned while my mother was crying
horribly - she too knew what was happening.
It was my turn and dad went to join my sister while I turned and found
mom back in the chamber. Mother and I were to live, my sister and
father to die. I was not so innocent to delude myself of the obvious.
I can not phantom why we went to the slaughter like cattle as we did.
We were a hundred they only seven. Of course we would have lost but
we would have kept our humanity. Instead I stood crying with mom, the
sobs of others about us loud, as the marines and men were finished and
stood at the hatchway.
I then learned what had happened to my sister and father, "Those of
you still here will live, those that are not were flushed into space."
It was spoken calmly, as if it was common-place to open a hatchway
into space for helpless humans. Perhaps for these men it was common,
I was startled to think. "You are now slaves of the Red Dogs and used
accordingly. If you wish to live, do as your told."
The hatch closed and the lights went out.
-*-
Again time seemed an eternity. Mostly our waiting was the same as it
had been before the Red Dog pirates, whom I had never heard of, had
appeared. Other than our meals were more regular and substantial.
Our latrine was cleaned regularly. And of course we had more room in
the chamber as two thirds of the people had been flushed into the
vacuum of space.
The one big difference was that our women were sometimes taken from
us. The younger comely ones initially. They nearly always came back
eventually, and the whispers of rape quickly reached my virgin ears.
Mother trembled fiercely each time an unarmoured man appeared in the
hatchway and cried silently to herself each time she was left
unmolested. She was happy to be untouched but knew it could not be
forever.
What could I do? I could not tell her not to worry, it was absorb to
think she would be saved from the rape of pirates. Yet I would put an
arm about her shoulders and hold her till she slept.
I was yet fifteen and found myself the eldest male in the ships
chamber. When we had boarded the ship very few males of age and
unscarred joined us. Most had been taken for the wars. And now the
pirates had flushed the others, older and infirm. A handful of
younger boys still ran amongst us but I was shocked when a pirate had
even taken one of these for his pleasure. Even boys, I quickly found
out, were not exempt from rape.
I wondered at the rest of the ships refugees, as there was a couple
dozen chambers such as ours. Were so many people killed outright in
each? It amazed me, though it should not after living in a war zone
for much of my young life, that such brutality existed.
They came for mother and she simply nodded her acceptance and left
with the man. Five other women held me from following, as tears
clouded my eyes. She returned two cycles later. She never said a
word and simply lay down next to me and just starred off into space.
Nothing I said or did alleviated her soul.
I could not even phantom what they did with her.
In a short while they came again and then again. So often that she
was by far the most popular, even of the younger fresh teen girls. I
heard it whispered that mother was popular due to her experience and
willingness to do as she was told. All I know is that I no longer
cried when she was taken.
-*-
I stood in line as the men went through our ranks slowly, inspecting
us. When mothers turn came I heard the man say, "Hello Sara?"
She answered, "Hello Sir."
He checked her teeth, joints and listened to her heart before giving
her a pill to swallow. Vitamins I was told, I never saw anything that
suggested it was anything but what they told us. Then again, why
should they lie - were we but cattle to them.
My turn was next, and he repeated what he had done with mother. "Your
name buck?"
"Todd." My voice trembled with fear.
"Your Sara's brat yes?" He had a strange accent but we could speak in
Universal well enough.
"Yes sir."
"You like being the only man in your hold?" He grinned at me as if we
shared a joke but in truth I had no idea what he was alluding too.
My awkwardness was obvious and mother spoke up, "He does not know of
such things Master."
The man chuckled and eyed me again, "Then I may have judged your brat
wrong then, I'll tell Ho'ie about him." I just stood there as the man
continued down the line to the next person while I heard my mothers
sob.
I was startled when I was the next to be taken, "To Ho'ie", I was
told. I followed the two men from the chamber while a Marine followed
behind. I barely noticed anything of the ship as I was in a haze, a
blinding fog that dwelled upon uncertainty and fear.
The soft melodic voice startled me, "Leave I said. The child is not a
danger I assure you." I looked up into the smiling face of Ho'ie, the
man who was to rape me. The door closed behind me and I was alone in
the Spartan but comfortable quarters of an officer of the Red Dog
clan.
"Not many boys your age left on the ship, I lucked out. Your name
child?"
I was hardly a child, "Todd."
"Todd." He rolled it upon his tongue as if it was the most pleasant
of sounds. Ho'ie was by far the strangest man I have ever seen. "A
nice name but while your with me you shall only be called Slut." His
hand held my chin still as he asked, "Okay Slut?"
"Yes sir."
"Good boy." He bent forwards to kiss me and I turned my head in
disgust, pulling away from his grasp. He was well painted, with
lipstick and powder upon his face, he looked like a mannequin.
"Tst tst, bad child." He hardly seemed put off, but instead chuckled
and backed up. "Take your clothes off Slut."
I simply stood still, fear had frozen me. Yet my disgust also
startled me into awareness and I saw that though clothed Ho'ie's penis
was sticking out of his jump suit. It was hard and red and I could
not take my eyes from it.
"You like this huh?" He grasped himself. "I think you will learn to
hate it by the time I am finished with you my young pup."
I never said a word.
"Take them off I said." Again I stood immobile.
Ho'ie pulled a small blaster from his hip belt and aimed it right at
my face. "Do you want to die Slut?" He was smiling out the one side
of his face - obviously enjoying this encounter.
"No sir."
"Good boy, now strip naked." He screamed now and I jumped in fear.
I began to pull my old tattered clothing from my body, my limbs
trembling horribly.
"Yummy. You are a very pretty Slut. I can hardly wait for you little
pup."
When I was naked, my tattered clothing upon the cold deck, Ho'ie
starred right at my crotch as he reached into a pocket and pulled out
a small pill. He held it beneath his nose and squished it before
inhaling deeply. Then he again reached into his pocket and threw me
another pill, "Crack it beneath your nose pup."
I did and was startled when my cock jumped up hard and my body held a
new energy and vigour.
Ho'ie set down the blaster upon the table behind him and motioned with
his hands towards his penis. "Come here Slut, I have something to
introduce to you."
I came forwards as if I was in a dream and stood a foot before him.
"On your knees pup!" Ho'ie was panting now and stroking himself.
I didn't move. His free hand came down in an arc and a fist hit me
firmly in the stomach, I dropped suddenly upon my knees gasping.
He chuckled and ordered, "Open wide pup!" A hard man's penis was
aimed right at my face when I looked up and what happened next was all
a cloud, as if it happened to someone else.
It would change the direction of my life.
I reached forwards, not to Ho'ie but to the table behind. My hand
grasped the small blaster and I pulled it back towards me. I moved
the muzzle upwards until it hit the balls of my rapist and I pulled
the trigger - nothing. It was on safety. I was inexperienced as is
obvious.
Ho'ie howled in rage and surprise and his one free hand, though the
other was closer he evidently decided its duty was more important than
to stop me from shooting him, came down to grasp my dishevelled and
messy greasy hair. He began to lift me even as I fumbled with the
safety.
I found it.
Again my finger tightened on the trigger and this time the thin
blaster twisted in my hand as a blast shot from the muzzle.
A few spats of blood from beneath Ho'ie's balls and then nothing, he
just stood starring down at me in surprise his hands holding my head
firmly. Then a river of blood began to flow from the hole behind his
balls, in approximately the region of his anus.
Again I pulled the trigger, and again. Ho'ie let go of my hair and
fell back, banging on the table and then sliding to the floor as my
finger pulled the trigger again and again. I was kneeling before the
opened eye and mouth body of the man who was to rape me squeezing the
trigger of the blaster till it ran out of energy and no longer shot
bolts.
It as over and I stood upon wobbly legs, covered in the man's blood
and trembling in barely contained rush of adrenaline. I had done it,
I had stood up to the pirate and even killed him with his own blaster.
It was at that moment that I no longer was a child, no longer cattle
or a refugee. I was no longer even a slave. I was now a man - or at
least had taken the first step in becoming one.
-*-
I lay naked in the tiny lightless cell wondering when my next meal was
to come. It had been cycles since I shot and killed Ho'ie. I had
been found minutes later, still covered in blood and a empty blaster
in my hand. The marine had ordered me to drop the weapon else he
would kill me, I doubted him not and did as ordered.
Instead of rage or anger towards me I found that the pirates were
amazed that a lone naked boy had killed one of their own. I felt
embarrassment even from them and of course surprise. They even
treated me with more respect I found, my food rations easily doubled.
Though now when I was lead to my cell two Marines had covered me
within their fields of fire.
A man I may be but I was still scared and humbled by what I had done.
I had taken a life. And what was so scary about it was how I felt
nothing, the pig deserved what I gave him. It was also scary at how
easy it was to kill a man, I had done it and I never even handled a
real weapon before.
When again they came for me a few cycles later, I was given a jumper
and boots before being lead by four Marines and an officer towards a
part of the ship that I had never seen before. It was where the
officers and crew spent their time and I went right to the head of the
Red Dog detachment on this ship, Commander Yuma.
The Commander was squat, round of face and yellow of skin but with
blazing dark eyes and muscles that flexed with each movement. He
motioned for me to be seated across from him at a small round table.
Two Marines were left in the room with us both muzzles aimed right at
my back. "Ho'ie's bane it seems?"
How could I answer, "Yes sir."
He smiled for the first time but it wasn't a pleasant look, but one
that would put fear in any man. "The officer who brought you here
told you who I am?"
"Yes sir." He was the acting commander of this seized vessel, the old
master long dead from a blaster bolt.
"Good. It was tough for me to believe a young man such as yourself
could kill a bastard like Ho'ie." He pushed a mug of steaming liquid
towards me, coffee. A substance that had not been seen on our planet
since the year the war's began. I took it only to be accommodating as
I was too scared to drink anything. "Yet I talked with the Marine
that found you and even he would not have believed it if he had not
seen it with his own eyes. You, young man, have the heart of a
warrior."
The commander was smiling now, "Thank you sir."
"How would you like to be a member of the Red Dog's?" He grinned at
me with pride, in his unit I would guess. "If you decline you return
to your chamber. But I won't be able help if any of Ho'ie's friends
avenge him."
Obviously it was an easy choice, my voice shook, "I would like to join
sir."
"Good!" He seemed pleased. "As a recruit mind you. And no one gets
treated worse than a recruit, though I dare say you already earned
enough respect that you will be able to sleep at night."
I turned my head at the marines and saw that their heavy blasters were
no longer pointed at me but shouldered. The commander saw my look,
"Marine or Navy - its a choice you don't have to make immediately, as
a recruit."
"Take the new clansmen to a room and have the steward see to his
needs." He spoke to a marine behind me. "You have a cycle to get
settled young Todd Shepard and then you begin your training."
-*-
My duty list was long and each cycle longer. I was the lowest of the
Red Dog contingent on this ship and even the junior members heaped
menial work upon me. Cycless clouded into each other as I became
busier than I ever had before.
I never complained and did everything asked of me.
When I wasn't working, I was left alone and found the solitude in my
soft bunk a rather pleasant change from my recent predicament. I
tried to see my mother, but was firmly told that pirates didn't
socialize with slaves.
After the officers and senior non-commissioned officers finished a
meal and I was able to sit and wolf down a bowl of grewl and a mug of
coffee, another young pirate sat across from me. Tito, I believe his
name was. He was picking his teeth and studying me carefully.
"Was it a fluke that you killed Ho'ie?"
I swallowed loudly and shrugged, not sure what he meant. It wasn't
planned certainly.
"Some of Ho'ie's buddies think he was popping too many eXceed's", the
well advertised sexual arousal poppers that Ho'ie had given me. Again
a shrug - I had no idea how I overcome Ho'ie, whom I had learned was
one of their most aggressive officer's on this ship. "They don't
agree with Yuma for letting you join us."
My meal was finished and I stared hard at my co-pirate, as hard as a
15 year old could look I mean.
"Just thought to warn you, you might get called out."
I knew what that meant, every child that watched the holos about the
adventurous pirates knew it meant a duel.
My blood drained from my face but I somehow kept from trembling,
"Thanks for letting me now Tito."
-*-
I learned by overhearing those about me that a wager was taking place
for my fall in a dual. In fact it wasn't so much if I should loose
but how badly and how quickly. It was only cycless after my warning
that Jammer stood firmly before me before a hatchway and looked rather
threatening.
I knew what was coming.
"Cherry!" As a new recruit, I wasn't worth learning my name - a
recruits lifespan, on average, is rather short. I was carrying
several new optical scanners for the ship's medic but felt my arms
tremble violently. Jammer was a huge Marine, even without his armour,
full of muscles and low on brains. The typical jar-head that populate
popular fiction.
"Your mine Cherry, I'm calling you out. Fourth cycle in the aft
quartermasters office." He spit towards me then spun about and
stalked away.
I stood trembling knowing my time was short for this life.
-*-
Commander Yuma intervened, though had no right to interrupt I would
learn later, but did and forced a match that was fairer. At least in
perception, no one believed I could win - regardless of the match.
Half of the ships company crowed within the quartermasters office,
leaving a small opening with the circle of bodies. They snickered and
laughed when I appeared, alone and afraid at the door. A narrow path
was made for me to the ring and I strode forward, walking to my death
as I thought.
Jammer already stood within the ring talking with a couple of his, and
Ho'ie's, friends. Commander Yuma had picked the weapons, one that
I've never heard of before but knew of the origins. Cosmic ball. A
very popular sport within the Imperium, one that had been adopted to
the Red Dog's taste for blood it seems.
My opponent didn't care for the Commanders choice it seems and was
growling and spitting like an animal. It didn't make a difference to
me, it still seemed like I was about to die regardless of the
instrument used.
Tito came forward to put the belt about my waist, then attached the
two gloves to my hands. Then he put a glove of his own on a hand and
then lifted out a small child's-fist sized ball and put it into one of
my gloves. "This isn't what you think, this is a lot deadlier than
what you watched on Galactic Imperium Sports channel. For one these
balls will eat the flesh of anyone who wears that belt." It was like
an echo when I listed to him, though I did feel thankful that someone
had stepped forwards to help me.
The ball was silver and was solid metal, heavy. It was also attracted
to the metal of the glove in some way. I could open my hand and the
ball would stay within the mitt. I had to throw the ball with a great
force to get it to leave my hand.
"It will return to you after it goes ten paces or ten fragments of
time." I nodded as if I understood.
Tito slipped back into the crowd. Which was getting rapidly louder,
anxious for my blood.
It started suddenly for me when Jammer threw the ball and it grazed my
outer thigh and the searing pain caused me to scream out and I fell to
the ground.
It was my first taste of Red Dog's Cosmic Ball. I had better learn it
fast else I was finished.
I watched amazed as that shiny small heavy ball returned to Jammer's
glove and he stood smiling in triumph at me.
I stood back up, feeling warm blood roll down past my knee, and tried
to throw the ball. Nothing, it was still attached.
Jammer swung his arm yet again and this time I actually felt it take a
wide chunk out of my side. I never fell but did scream out from the
piercing pain. The ball again returned to my opponent.
The crowd was pulsating in the room, screaming for my blood. Jammer
nodded to some faces nearby and then again lifted his arm. I ducked
this time and the ball went over my head and into the crowd
harmlessly, they never wore the belt.
I waited till it returned and when it did, stood straight and swung
with all my might, the ball flew in an arch towards my opponent in a
feeble attempt. Jammer easily stepped out of its path and again
raised his arm.
Just when I thought he would swing and tear another hunk of my meat
from my body I heard Jammer scream out as a wounded animal and I
looked up. My ball, having reached its time limit flew back to me in
a straight path from the deck, right through Jammer's inner thigh and
to my glove. A wide path of blood, yellow fat and red muscle -
Jammer's thigh meat lay between us.
It was the first time since I was told of the impending dual that I
felt something other than fear.
I threw the ball yet again, before Jammer could recover from his
butchery. Unlike him, I wasn't playing up to the crowd and rushed for
another hit like the last.
It wasn't like the last, but it was just as feeble a throw. It hit
Jammer right in his abdomen and put a small hole directly through his
thick frame. He and all the crowd looked at the hole in their
champions body.
I was now acting out of some primal instinct and no longer felt
anything but determination and strength. I moved to the side and
waited for the ball to return, it shot back to my glove taking much of
Jammer's left biceps with it.
Half standing Jammer swung his right arm and the ball again flew
through the air. It was a feeble throw, compared to his earlier
throws. Yet it hurt when it hit - not tearing a chunk of my body but
hitting me right in the left glove and stuck, breaking some bones in
my hand I was sure. I felt, rather than saw, the crowds amazement.
Catching that ball was like the game my father used to play with me,
baseball he used to call it.
I lifted to again send the ball to tear more of Jammer apart but
Commander Yuma came between us and smiled gently at me. "Its over
everyone." Many heads nodded affirmatively even as Jammer's ball
finally returned back him from my glove to his.
I had won.
-*-
Respect was a hard thing to come by in the Red Dog clan, but I had
done it twice in as many stones. No longer was I called out, even
Jammer came to congratulate me after he could leave the infirmary.
His wounds took hours longer than my own to heal, while the Medic
chuckled the whole time I may add.
My duties had changed after that dual, and I began apprenticing with
the Commander's command team. I had not yet chosen my vocation path,
but was fast approaching a decision of being a Navy man.
I was given an official rank of Ensign, another sign that I was herded
towards the Navy and private quarters. When asked who I wanted for an
aid, I never hesitated and spoke Tito's name, much to his pleasure.
It was a step up from recruit to an aid of an officer, even a junior
officer.
I even found that my new rank brought respect by itself, even Jammer
was only a corporal.
While my duties were just as time consuming, I found them easier. I
had to use my mind, my intelligence and cunning as Commander Yuma
called it.
I even found out where the ship was heading, the Outer Rim. The ship
and its contents, the slaves, were to be sold to one of the Warlords
beyond the Imperium's reach. Every man of the crew would get a part
of the prize, as was the custom of the Red Dog's. Even I, I learned.
There was one black spot on my life just then, my mother.
In my new black uniform I was returning to my cabin after my duties
were complete for that period, when I saw a Marine in armour leading a
woman forwards. It wasn't the first I saw of such things, many woman
were borrowed from the cattle for the crews pleasure. No Red Dog
thought anything about it, they were simply slaves.
Yet this female slave was my mother, Sara Shepard, looking forlorn at
the floor as she was lead back to the hold. She never even saw me as
I stood aside and allowed the two to cross in the narrow campanionway.
Her eyes were downcast and she moved as if exhausted.
The Marine nodded at me but kept moving.
They disappeared a few seconds later about a corner. I stood feeling
guilty for not calling out.
-*-
Tito nodded after hearing my story and shrugged, "She's a slave Todd,"
he called be my name when we were alone as we had become friends,
"there is nothing we can do about it."
"But couldn't I just take her from the hold myself?" I knew many, if
not most, of the officers had slaves of their own. Even Commander
Yuma had half a dozen slaves of varing ages for his pleasure.
"Only if you are borrowing her, she is still owned by the Dog's."
It seemed hopeless. "You could purchase her from the clan though."
I brightened up, but then again dropped my head in hopeless
subjugation. I was broke, "When do we get our cut of the booty?"
From selling the slaves and ship.
"After the Rim rats have both in their possession. It could take many
cycles after we leave on our return before we see a credit." Meaning
my mom would no longer be in the same system as I would be, and her
life as a faceless slave would truly start.
I gave the info tablet back to my aid and just as he was leaving my
cabin instructed, "Bring her to me here please Tito."
He didn't appear too happy with the order but nodded and left.
-*-
She stepped into my small but private cabin and I saw Tito frown as he
closed the hatchway. Mother brought her hands up to her shoulders and
before I could say anything unhooked her tattered garment and her
clothes dropped to the floor.
My mother stood naked, the first I've ever seen to be honest.
After a long few seconds to appraise her naked body, much to my
surprise, I grabbed a blanket and rushed forwards.
My arms encircled her and she looked up in surprise, more so to see
her son in the uniform of an officer of the pirates and for the sudden
covering, than for being wrapped in a blanket.
Mother's eyes suddenly watered and she fell into my arms sobbing. I
cared her to my bunk and lay down next to her and we just held each
other for a very long while.
-*-
No one in the Red Dog's cared what your sexual interests lay, but more
than one set of eyes winked at me when news of my mothers frequent
visits got around the rumour mill.
Of course I would never... could never touch my mother that way, but
it was the only way to protect her - to have her sent to me as often
as I could.
When in my company she cleaned my small cabin and my spare uniform,
said little and attempted to act the part of mother and mentor.
Of course she was unsuccessful - often Tito returned to lead her back
to her 'cage', she cried each time. More than one tear came to my eye
after she was gone.
Mother was different than the one that had raised me and my sister.
She knew what awaited her on the Rim, and she knew that her comely
looks would save her life - if for a few years.
Often I lay with her in my bed, both of us clothed, and just listened
to her breathing and enjoying the warmth of her. Yet she rarely ever
slept when we were together, she would lay with me till I slept and
when I awoke, I would find her stroking my hair and looking into my
eyes.
She was a lost soul and I knew not how to save her.
-*-
It was Tito, three cycles before we were scheduled to reach our
destination, that finally had a suggestion to my dilemma. If I bested
another Red Dog member, I would gain that clan members possessions.
"Why didn't I get Ho'ie's?"
Tito always spoke with respect to me, I was the senior officer and the
the power of his life in my hands after all, "You were not a member of
the clan at the time - his possessions went to the good of the whole."
I nodded, it made sense. "And Jammer?"
"I apologize sir," Tito nearly always called me by my first name when
we were alone and the 'sir' stuck out, "I should have been more
specific - you have to kill another member in a legal dual to gain
that members possessions."
That hit me, to kill someone like Ho'ie was one thing, but to do it
for profit another. Yet, could a price be placed on my mothers head -
is there anyone that I would not kill to save her? Possibly not
Commander Yuma, as if I had any chance to best him.
"And Todd, it has to be a member with enough time-in to have collected
some booty." The way he spoke it, I knew it meant trouble for me.
-*-
Mother listened to me explain what I had to do, leaving out the very
real possibility that I would not win. That I would die within the
next two cycles. Tears streamed down her face, as they often do when
we were alone, and she never said a word - she rarely does any more.
"You would not belong to me but I will have enough money to barter you
from the clan before we reach the Rim."
Surprisingly, mother stood and began to re fold my spare uniform and
continued about with her business not saying a word.
-*-
Tito told me of a handful of senior shipmates that had the possessions
that would save my mother. I listened to the list with dread and knew
I was going to die - they have all lived for a long while within the
Red Dogs for a reason.
My subordinate saved me from making a decision when he said, "Sir, it
may interest you to know that J'ani has had the visit of your mother."
At first it didn't register, many clansmen had fucked her I thought
bitterly. Along with the ribbing about having my mother visiting me
often as the brags about some of the acts my fellow shipmates had done
with her.
Then I knew how and whom I had to best. The 'legitimate' reason that
I could call someone out - though jealously is never legitimate it was
at least logical to my brethren and Commander Yuma.
I had Tito tell me when J'ani was off duty.
-*-
"J'ani?" I stood over the Master Corporal's shoulder - he wasn't
wearing his armour thankfully, it always look intimidating. Heads
turned to look at me. I must have looked small behind the large
experienced Marine.
"Ya, can I help you Ensign?" Officers, even junior ones, don't mix in
the same mess as enlisted officers. He eyed me up, as if wondering
how Jammer had been bested by me.
"I'm calling you out Marine."
I wasn't expecting his response, but J'ani broke into a huge head-back
laughter that was infections with the rest of his mates on the table
he sat.
J'ani had tears of laughter in his eyes when he slowly calmed down,
"You sure Ensign?" He made it sound like I was joking.
"Yes Master Corporal, I am very sure."
The laughter died away but J'ani still smiled as he stood. Well over
my head, I may add. "Then pick the time and place cherry."
I gave it, turned and left. Laughter echoed through the mess as the
hatch closed behind me.
-*-
"What in Hades has gotten into you Mister Shepard?" Commander Yuma
was rather angry.
I stood ramrod straight, eyes on an invisible point before me.
"Has the time and expense of training you been wasted Ensign?"
"No sir!" I used my 'parade ground' voice as I had taught too. I had
been ordered to the Commanders cabin before half a turn since I had
called out J'ani. Word got around fast.
"Do you have a death wish Mister!" It wasn't a question. "You do not
fight three duals on one tour in one of my ships Mister Shepard!" The
Commander thought of my besting Ho'ie as a dual, one that I obviously
on.
"No sir!" It wasn't an admission to cancel my dual, as if I could at
this point.
Commander Yuma sat down on his desk and crossed his arms. "Stand easy
Mister, you may speak freely." I stood at-ease but continued to stare
at that invisible point before me. "Why did you call out J'ani?"
It took me a couple of lengthy seconds to get the words out, "Its my
mother sir, Sara Shepard."
Silence. I knew the Commander knew of her visits to my cabin and he
knew of her popularity amongst some of the crew.
I thought the silence needed more explanation, "J'ani has my mother
visit him frequently."
More silence, as if the Commander was gauging me, for what I know not
what. With surprisingly level and calm voice, one that is not heard
often on the pilot deck, "She has visited many Mister Shepard." In
fact she had visited Commander Yuma at least once I knew.
"She is a slave sir." As if that would reveal the real reason I was
doing this.
"She is."
"And will be off-loaded at the Rim sir."
More silence. "Explain Mister?"
I had no choice, I trusted and respected my leader and if I lied and
he found out, my life would not be worth a comets tail. "Sir, J'ani
being senior has considerable assets that could be..."
"...used to purchase your slave-mother."
Without my parade-ground voice, "Yes sir."
"You are not to be dissuaded Mister Shepard - she is only a slave
after all?" In other men those words may have resulted in a
challenge, head of the ship or not, or bravado laughter.
"I want her to be my slave sir." I knew enough not to be naive to
suggest I was to free her - that would be looked upon as a weakness in
this clan society.
"You realize you have to kill J'ani to win the prize?"
"I do sir."
"That he has had over two dozen challenges in his term as a clansmen?"
That threw me, "No sir, I hadn't."
-*-
It was a turn away and I had told Tito to leave me and mother alone so
I could see her face for the last few minutes of my life. I was
certain I was to be killed, by a man who squashed men better than I
with ease. Yet it was not worth living if I knew I had a chance to
save my mother from a life of slavery and not done anything about it.
Mother pulled my good uniform from my body and then took a damp cloth
to my skin. Slowly and with patience and love she cleaned my skin. I
sat on my bunk and just watched her.
Sara Shepard was very attractive, as a woman should look I realized.
A curvey figure without being fat, large of breasts, soft of ass and
the right angles to her legs. She certainly looked her age, and had
lost that certain twinkle in her eye that I had seen growing up. She
no longer even spoke any longer, unless I talked with her first.
Perhaps our roles were now pernamantly changed from that of mother and
son.
I feared that mother may already have become a slave in thought and
body before reaching the Rim. In which case, it didn't matter if I
lived or died in my upcoming duel.
"Mom...?"
"Yes dear?" She never took her eyes from her working hands, the damp
cloth rolling about my skin.
"Why are you so quiet?" My mother never spoke and I feared that I
knew the answer, that she feared for my death. I pushed, "Tell me
mom?"
She took a deep breath that ended in a sob, "I fear that you may win."
It was spoken in merely a whisper but it almost stilled my breathing
from surprise. I had expected the reverse.
Mom must have felt me tense up and I pushed her hands away from me.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. "Do you wish I die cycles?" I was
nearly screaming at her. "Do want to be some Rim rat's slut mother -
a slave?"
She was kneeling upon the floor sobbing, with her hands and cloth
covering her face.
Hurriedly I dressed and then rushed from my room. My anger surprising
even me.
-*-
If there was a way to get out of the dual with my honour and life, I
would have let J'ani win and allowed my mother to live the life she
obviously desired. She wanted me to loose, to die, so that men like
J'ani would use her like some cattle.
I shrugged Tito's help and donned the g-suit myself. As a Marine
J'ani was not only competent at zero gravity movement, but expert as
his skills were often employed. So why did I pick this method to die?
J'ani may be an expert in zero gravity, which I had some skill since
becoming a Clan member I may add, but I threw in the Gorgo sticks that
children from my world played with. The thickly muscled Marine didn't
even know what my choice of weapons where when I notified him - but he
didn't seem to care.
Soon I stood in the air lock and listened as Commander Yuma, himself,
read us the riot act within my Yu earpiece. J'ani was in an airlock
in another, unknown, section of the hulking transport. I heard the
Marine's acknowledged grunt, "Aye sir."
It wasn't proper to use the parade ground voice in a vacuum suit, "yes
sir", I acknowledged.
The airlock swung open and I stood staring towards the stars and knew
I was going to die.
-*-
It had been nearly a full turn since I had been hiding here behind the
torn metal and deck plate where the Red Dog's had blasted when they
took this ship. I was waiting, a trick I had learned as a child - to
let your opponent come to you. Yet it had been an hour and I was
nervous that J'ani, being experienced, was doing exactly the same.
Then I saw him in his blood red g-suit, no armour so he didn't look as
imposing he did when on duty.
I knew the whole ship, every clansmen not on duty was watching on
Trivee and listening to our breathing. I could almost feel the
tension within the ship, but knew that was only my own.
J'ani held the Gorgo stick with two gloved hands before him. These
children's toys had been modified by the armourer so the soft
electrostatic ends became an electrical zone that would slice through
a suit and bone with barely a swing.
It was the one that got the first landed swing that should win this
match, I knew. And of course I hoped it was me - though I was sober
enough to realize J'ani probably knew my every move, his experience
should be enough to best me effortlessly.
The large Marine stalked passed the spot I squatted, slowly scanning
each direction with his move of his magnetic boots.
It was now or never and I did something that was both foolhardy and
extremely brave. I released the magnetic connection of my boots to
the deck and kicked off at the same time, this caused me to fly
through the air on target. It was suicide, but as I thought my death
was seconds away, it never mattered to me.
I sensed, more than saw, that J'ani began to spin in my direction,
even as I reached Gorgo distance. His Gorgo stick spun in a very fast
arc, faster than I knew I could swing in this zero gravity, but he was
too high. I had approached him merely a hands height from the deck,
my target not the centre of visible gravity, as the Marines are taught
to aim at, but at J'ani's legs.
It all happened in slow motion and the Gorgo stick swung past my
shoulder towards J'ani's shins. I never even felt resistance but
suddenly my faceplate was covered in beadlets of red blood.
I kept moving forwards then hit J'ani and we tumbled for a brief
second, pushing me off balance and away from the ship. Using a gloved
hand I rubbed much of the red liquid from my view port, I saw both of
J'ani's boots and part of the legs, below the knee, still attached to
the deck. Away from me, tumbling over end on end, was what was left,
J'ani still held the Gorgo stick as his legs spurted more red droplets
of his blood.
The ship was getting further away and for the first time I got a good
look at it - I had won but I was going to die anyways. Mother got her
wish.
Two things happened at the same time, I felt a gentle tug upon my
person by an unseen force and I heard Commander Yuma in my Yu
earpiece, "Stand by Mr. Shepard, we will have you back very shortly."
-*-
The surprise by the crew was more than even I expected, even
considering the dual with Jammer. Some fortunes were won, Jammer
surprisingly had beat a pile of his worth on me winning against J'ani
and clapped me constantly as I tried to pull the g-suit from my
trembling limbs.
Commander Yuma, over the crowd, kept saying, "I think perhaps you
should have been a Marine Mr. Shepard!"
I allowed Tito to stow my suit as I let the crowd, most of whom had
lost fortunes on me, lead me towards my cabin. Tito and I closed the
door on the howling and laughing crowd.
The Red Dogs loved blood, and they loved a good fight.
By the stars nebula, I had won.
I sat and trembled with adrenaline rush as Tito retrieved me some
food, as I had been unable to eat earlier in the cycle, and could not
stop but grinning.
"I've lost a stones worth of pay but it was worth it." Tito had beat
against me, but all I could do was smile at his huge grin. "Damn
Todd, that was the best fight I've ever seen!"
"Tito... send for my mom." His grin was not to dissolve for cycless.
-*-
Sara Shepard, slave and bounty of the Red Dogs was lead to my cabin.
The first time since I had won my dual. I was a rich man, by the
clansmen standards - I had gold, land, armour, weapons, slaves and
more important prestige and respect. All because I best a senior
clansmen in a dual that none have ever seen.
It didn't surprise me when Commander Yuma arranged with Tito to have
my mothers slave contract to be sold immediately to me. It bound me
to him even more.
I couldn't stop smiling, happy to be alive, to be rich and to have
saved mom from the Rim rats enslavement.
She stood inside my entrance and I could see her shoulders shiver as
if cold. "What is it mother - I won?"
No answer - and my smile slowly disappeared. "Sorry to disappoint you
Sara", it was the first time I ever called her by her first name, "but
I lived."
Slowly her arms came up and she pushed the ragged garments from her
thin shoulders. It fell to the floor and my own mother stood naked
before me.
-*-
That stilled my anger, "Mother...?"
Her skin was very white and smooth looking. The hair between her legs
was darker than that upon her head, and it was thick and curled. Her
breasts were full, white and had small traces of blue veins through
them. She, as I had said, is a very beautiful woman.
Perhaps it was the fight, the adrenaline rush - regardless my penis
enlarged and pressed persistently against my uniform.
Mother dropped to the floor and started to crawl towards me. I
watched stunned and silent as she felt for the openings to my uniform,
her eyes purposely ignoring my own.
My own mother, Sara Shepard, my slave, the woman whom had given birth
to me opened her mouth and began to suck upon my manhood.
It was the first mouth, it was the first intimate touch of a woman
that I had ever experienced. I loved it.
Mother had been a favourite for many of my fellow crewmen for a
reason, and I soon felt the sperm begin to boil in my balls.
She didn't stop, and pumped her face before me, her head tilting back
and forth as she sucked me into my new life as a pirate. I felt
powerful, a man, a clansmen - I felt alive.
My come boiled up and shot out with such a force that I half expected
mothers head to shoot back. Of course it didn't, and she swallowed
the total of my manhood, the head of my penis hitting the back of her
throat as it continued to spurt its fluids into my mothers throat.
My head became light for only a moment and I thought I would fall -
but the only thing that happened was that my cock stayed hard and
mother again began to bob over my lap.
It was the first touch of sexuality, of forbidden dominance that I had
tasted and I wanted more.
Sara Shepard never resisted as I pulled her face from my crotch and
pushed her roughly back upon the bed. She spread her legs expectantly
and experienced, I may add.
It took a few seconds of fumbling but I sunk within her body, my cock
within the surprisingly hot wet furnace of my own mothers cunt. She
looked into my eyes for the first time as I began to drive into her
body, slamming her back and forth upon my bunk.
"Sorry I'm not dead now mother?" I was fucking her in anger and lust,
my power driving through my cock as it pounded into the woman who bore
me.
Tears rolled down her cheeks but her eyes had a gleam that I had not
seen for a very long time, "I... I only wished ... I did not want it
to come to this!"
Huh? I stopped fucking her, loving every second and every stroke by
the way, and looked down into her eyes. Mother attempted to pump
beneath me, pushing her cunt up by the hips, I pressed down forcing
her into my rough bunk, holding her hips in place.
I asked with my eyes, which I knew must look angry. "I did not want
this... to be your slave...", she gasped with her hands squeezing my
buttocks, "that it was wrong and... and that I wanted to belong to you
so badly!"
That surprised me, "You wanted to belong to me mother?"
"Yes my son... my master." It had a strange ring to it, I liked it.
"I knew my salvation was to become your lover, your slave... and I
have wanted that so badly." Her cunt squeezed me enough for me to
gasp with pleasure which caused her to smile as I again began to fuck
her in earnest.
Then she said something that I had heard my clan brothers say in
bravado about the mess, as Sara Shepard began to clench in orgasm,
"Send mommy once around the sun darling!"
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Title: All Before Sixteen
Keywords: mF, mat, teen, cheat, inc, mom, son, grandma, mdom, nc, anal
Author: Caesar
Summary: He started with the bitch neighbour, moving to his mother and then his grandmother - all before turning 16.
A young man by a girl was desired
To give her the thrills she required,
But he died of old age
Ere his cock could assuage
The volcanic desire it inspired.
All Before Sixteen
by Caesar, copyright 2007
$Revision: 1.3 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $
When my neighbour, Mrs. Wilson, turned me into her boy-toy at the
impressionable age of fifteen I was torn between pleasure and
embarrassment.
The woman was fifty-three years-old, her husband the manager of the
neighbourhood bank just blocks away, mother of three and the
grandmother of two. She wasn't overly attractive, she didn't exude
youth or look half her age and she didn't particularly work out. Guys
my age just didn't notice her as a target for our frequent fantasies.
Mrs. Wilson, Sheryl is what I call her in private, was an average
looking woman, on the thin side and very petite.
Growing up, Sheryl had always been a bit standoffish - giving me
little of her attention or time. Her husband was the one that hired
me out in the summers to wash his car or cut the grass of his large
lawn after his only son left home. It didn't appear to be a
particularly warm household - all except Mr. Wilson was cold and
distant.
Moving the boxes in the large dusty cluttered garage one warm
afternoon for Mrs. Wilson had changed my relationship with her
forever. Standing on the old wooden ladder I could not help but look
down the front of Mrs. Wilson's dress, to her small breasts covered
with white lace. The affect was slow in coming and I felt my face
burn in shame as my hardness eventually pressed against my cutoff
shorts.
Mrs. Wilson saw it as well, starring in surprise at what was eye-level
to her, and any attempt on her part to speak for some minutes was
nothing less than a failure. It was the first time I've ever seen
this woman as anything but calm and distant about everything.
For that very reason my heart calmed considerably and my fear of
humiliation and discovery disappeared. I continued to sneak peaks
down her dress while making sure to stand at least in profile to give
her a better view of what she was starring at.
At this point, it wasn't about sex but about playful teasing. I was
looking down the top of this old woman and she knew I was doing it -
and in response she starred at my hardness in frank interest and
surprise. Sex was still a thing of fantasy to me at that point, a
flash of skin and twinkle of an eye, that was the basis of my
experience.
Without the ability to communicate intelligently, I did not have the
direction needed to retrieve the correct box packed high above the
rafters in the garage, so I stepped down to the cement floor. And
inadvertently stood directly before my older neighbour.
Then something that I knew was not planned, an act that was alien to
the woman I had known all my life - her hand reached out and gently
measured my hard penis pressing firmly against my shorts, tenting them
out obscenely. Even through my pants I knew her hand trembled.
It was the first touch of any woman, of any age, on my penis - clothed
or not.
Then Sheryl groaned deep down in the back of her throat before
launching herself into me, her arms wrapping possessively around my
shoulders as if stopping me from running away, her lips smashing
painfully into my own, a tongue already invading my mouth.
I have only used tongue with a girl one time, which left me breathless
and embarrassingly excited, that ill-prepared me for the assault from
this fifty-three year-old woman. I've never known this passion or
hunger in another person, but having tasted it within myself and
having the need to release it in a more manual manner was common.
So I was left on the defencive, experiencing pleasantly, shocked and
so very excited! Her hands were all over me, from the top of my head
to groping my bottom. And do you want to know what I thought about,
what I worried about, was that I may be too sweaty from working in
this heat and dust! Isn't that a kicker?
Sheryl had awkwardly reached beneath her dress to shove her panties
down to her ankles, kicking it away. She shoved me into stack of
boxes and chests behind me, forcing me to sit - my mind confused but
pleased as it simply experienced.
Then she was straddling my lap, reaching between us so that her small
cool hand grasped my hard throbbing penis after violently yanking open
the button at the waist.
And then before I had any time to realize the enormity of this moment
I was inside her and her face changed from determined fanaticism to
look like she had just eaten the best cookie in the world and wanted
to savour it. She placed her hands on my shoulders and began to move
up and down on my waist, my small brain just starting to notice the
heat and wetness.
I heard the noise, something sloppy and so very suggestive, that I
will never forget my first experience of it. And her smell changed,
from delicate flowered perfume soap to a sharp earthy smell that
filled my head and almost made me dizzy.
Up and down she went, steadily moving herself to some unseen time
piece, her face slowly becoming more determined with the passing
seconds.
You know, as a fifteen year-old virgin that I could not last long,
that when my brain caught up to reality of what I was actually
experiencing, what I was doing and where my dick was and why it felt
so fucking good - did I explode within the surprising woman above me.
She whimpered as I pumped my seed, small muscles within her body
milking every drop.
I just looked up at her in awe, my first first sexual experience had
just been completed - I was a man.
Sheryl slipped off my lap onto her unsteady legs - I caught my first
glimpse of a woman's pussy, the brown kinky hair glistening but could
not hide the pink lips beneath. Her skirt fell back into place and
she stood there trying to fix her head of hair, her eyes looking
everywhere but at me.
And then she saw it, or rather, she saw my still-hard cock. I never
thought about it until weeks later how lame a question it was, "You
are still hard?" A now-familiar twinkle sparkled within her gaze.
"Would you like to make love to me again?" Yes, you read that right -
but more on that later.
I nodded dumbly, my head still thick with the reality of my
experience. Of course I wanted more!
A quick smile came to her normally somber lips and she looked around
and then came to a quick decision. My neighbour listed her skirt to
her waist and then lowered herself onto the dirty cold cement floor.
She positioned herself so that her legs were wide and that place
between her legs exposed and gaping wide with wet pink flesh
surrounded by damp curly hair.
She then looked at me almost nervously, anxiously. As if she were
afraid that I should laugh at the strangeness of seeing this cold
distant proper woman laying on her garage floor with her legs wide
exposing herself to a boy younger than any of her three kids.
I was not near the thinking stage of this encounter, I did not care
who this was, how old she was or even that I had respected and liked
her husband for years. No, what I only thought about was that
slippery looking pink vagina and stood before her to drop to my knees
between the old woman's bare legs.
Her small hand reached out to again guide me into her, but in this
angle I watched everything from the fingers wrapping around my
familiar hard penis to the gentle pulling of it towards her gaping
pink bullseye. And then it was slipping between those hairy meaty
outter lips, stretching them deliciously as I eased my penis into the
hot wet folds of my married neighbour.
It was at that moment, I realized later, that I was hooked - on sex,
on this woman, even on dirty sex on cold cement floors. A world had
opened to me and I was looking at a world that was much bigger and
much more colourful than mine had been up to this day.
My hips began to thrust with the energy of youth, the ageing body
beneath me bouncing wildly. I would have slowed my pace if not for
the huge smile on Sheryl's lips, her eyes tightly clenched and her own
hands groping her still covered breasts through her dress.
I was fucking this woman - I was fucking her hard and fast and she was
loving every second! I grit my teeth and ploughed that field over and
over.
I fucked like the champion my recent-virgin mind thought I should
until my arms lower back ached and my body was dripping with sweat.
All that didn't matter though, Sheryl was getting louder in her
responses, her body reacting more and more violently.
When she screamed out a half-second before clenching every muscle in
her body I just watched the show amazed - not realizing until later
what I was witnessing.
She eventually calmed to the point that I considered shoving myself
even harder into her body to reinforce my point until her hands came
off her own breasts to tenderly stroke both sides of my face and head.
"Gently darling!"
My body slowed instantly, my cock moving in and out in a much slower,
much less violent movement. In a more leisurely way, she seemed to
enjoy this as well - her smile just as wide but her eyes now open and
looking at me with a tender caring gaze.
Her hands drew my face down to hers and we kissed again, less rushed
and with more tenderness.
This closeness, this slow fuck, lasted for some minutes more before I
was groaning and trembling before my seed again started to pump into
the fifty-three year-old woman beneath me. Her arms and legs wrapped
about me, holding me tight against her as my final orgasm subsided, my
cock finally shrinking with exhaustion.
An hour later after I had come out of the shower and stood alone in my
room did I realize what I had done and whom I had done it too. I was
horrified that I should be discovered, disappointed that I could not
share my good fortune with my friends. I could imagine the ridicule
and shame if any of my friends found out I had sex with the 'old
bitch' next door! Yet it felt so damn good - I can remember
everything from the sounds to the smell to the new feeling of being
inside a woman and that was not something so easily discarded.
My penis was again hard, tenting the bath towel wrapped around my
waist from my recent memories.
-*-
Thus began my secret affair with Mrs. Sheryl Wilson that early summer.
She called my mother with plenty of work for me to do during the day
when her husband was at the bank - but when I was over there we were
intimately involved - lovers as she calls us.
I acted the part of the mature man, sitting straight eating a
delicious dinner cooked for me before retiring to her bedroom. I did
not realize it then but she was training me - using me as a young girl
uses a toy doll. Only this girl could not get enough of my hard penis
- constantly touching it with her hands or wanting it inside her
vagina.
She pampered and spoilt me those visits, me sitting in her husbands
chair with the non-alcoholic ice-tea drink she had prepared for me
while watching her prepare for our bed. Thats what she called it,
'making love' or 'our bedding' - never fuck or shag like my buddies
liked to call it. She was a lady and she never let me forget it,
chastising me when I told her I love 'fucking' her. Even watching her
prepare herself for our bedding, she acted in a distant and cold
manner - sure she would give me private smiles, her hand reaching to
caress my naked flesh, my penis. At her dressing table she combed her
hair, touched up her makeup and even applied perfume to odd places of
her body - behind her ear, inside her elbows and knees and then at her
navel and beneath her small breasts. The best times was when I sat
and watched her undress from her normal dresses into nothing,or better
yet, into some skimpy lingerie she had bought for the express purpose
for wearing for me. I thought she looked best in thigh-high stockings
and nothing else and seemed to enjoy when I caressed her covered legs,
kissing and licking them when we were 'intimate', as she called it.
It was never 'fucking' but 'making love' or being 'intimate'. Never
mind that she would lay in the middle of her marriage bed and spread
her legs wide and high, the unmistakable signal for me to mount her.
This lady wanted me inside her as often as was possible - taking me in
most rooms of her house and admitting to removing her panties as soon
as her husband left for work to make it easier for me to access her
sex.
I was finding my affair almost humorous - in the way she acted so out
of character while continuing to act the part of the stuck up bitch.
Yet I loved fucking her - I really did and didn't see a reason why it
should ever stop.
-*-
Not long after my affair with Sheryl started when things at home
started to change - subtly at first. I didn't even notice it
initially, not until mother came into my room one morning an hour
before noon while I still lay in my bed just waking up. Mother had
been grumpy these last weeks but since I spent most of my time with
Sheryl, I did not give this much thought. But that morning mother
came into my room wearing one of dad's shirts - you know the kind,
buttoned up the front, long tails and with the folded collar. Well
she came striding into my room with a disapproving frown at the late
hour waking up when she bent to gather some of my discarded dirty
clothing on the floor to put in the basket she was carrying in her
free hand. In bending, mother revealed she was bare beneath the shirt
- her bottom became exposed - the long crack of her ass, the fleshy
thighs and even the slit of her sex, all on display. I just lay there
frozen at the sight. She did not leave immediately, she bent one more
time, this time facing me - the top buttons of the shirt open enough
for me to see down to her dangling large breasts. And if that was not
enough, at the moment she was bent over mother looked up and directly
into my shocked face and doing something that would forever change our
relationship, the frown melted from her face and a slow smile spread.
Now, I was no expert in the ways of women - old or young. But I've
seen the same look from Sheryl - the sly smile, the side ways glances.
Even with Mr. Wilson in the room, his wife would sit so that her skirt
faced me with legs crossed, her foot dangling a pair of heeled
slippers almost innocently. But I had learnt that it wasn't innocent.
Women didn't look at any man like that unless she desired him, wanted
him.
The realization shocked me more than the images I had just witnessed.
Mother left my room much more silent than she had entered - the
earlier frown forgotten.
My head spin but my mind could still see her bending down a couple
meters away from me, her eyes looking into mine.
With the shows that Sheryl liked to do, having me sit so I was witness
to her preparations, I had realized she wanted me to watch her, wanted
me to want her as much as she obviously wanted me. Sheryl didn't wear
those stockings for herself, she wore them because she knew how crazy
with lust they made me. I had already realized all this with
amusement, thinking that while she dictated where and when we had
intercourse, where we fucked, it was I that really held the power -
she needed me as much as I wanted her. The only reason my theory had
not been put to the test was that I was still having so much fun that
I saw no reason to rock the boat.
Mom's show brought all that back to me with a vengeance. And I also
realized that she had started to act grumpy around the house, around
me in particular about the time Sheryl and I started our affair.
Something else, mother was dressing differently as well - and I don't
mean with another of dad's shirts but dressed as if she were going out
to dinner even as she stood at the sink cleaning the dishes. This
wasn't normally, she used to wear old sweat pants and tee-shirts.
The house was silent, father at work and my older sister out with
friends, as was normal on a weekday. Wearing only my boxer shorts, my
normal bed wear, I walked the few meters to my parents bedroom and
eased the door open.
Mother was standing at the foot of her bed, a pile of her clean
laundry before her a she stood folding it - she turned her head at my
entrance, not looking surprised at all but neither did she look
particularly glad to see me..
Silently we stared at the other - she still wearing that man's shirt
me in boxer shorts that had quite the bulge within.
With a calm demeanour, one that I certainly did not feet, I strode
into my parent's room to stand before my mother. She turned on her
bare feet to face me, still no facial expression or body language to
help me read this situation by. I had come to know the looks of my
only lover Sheryl, the way her eye twinkled or how her tongue would
moisten her trembling lower lip - all signs of what she wanted... me!
A hand rose between mother and I, grasping the laundered pants from
her hands to throw it back onto the pile of clothing on her bed. Her
hands dropped to her sides and she faced me uncharacteristically
quiet.
At that point I was ready to turn and run, this was insane, crazy! My
heart was thumping so violently that I felt like it was the cause of
those random shivers that ran through me.
But a quick glance down would give me the resolve to continue, acting
more on instinct than experience or any plan. Mother's nipples
beneath the man's shirt were hard, thrusting boldly towards me - she
was excited!
My hands rose, quivering with desire, and I awkwardly opened the last
half dozen remaining buttons.
"This is wrong honey."
I've known this woman my whole life and though she now seemed a
stranger with my realizations so far this morning, the voice she had
used was almost distant and most certainly nothing like the angry or
demanding voice I've known and heard so frequently these last years.
My hands did not even pause until the shirt was open, exposing my
mother from her generous fleshy cleavage down to her soft rounded
belly and deep navel to the thick dark fur between her legs.
A groan escaped my lips as I starred at my own mother. So different
from Sheryl's petite thin frame - voluptuous and curvy, with large
hanging breasts with wide pink nipples and fleshy hips and thighs with
a jutting ass. I, evidently, have never before noticed this woman!
My hands gently pushed the shirt from her shoulders where it fell to
her feet. Mother stood there frozen as I openly inspected her. Those
big fleshy breasts had small goosebumps, the pink nipples wrinkled and
thrusting with desire, I saw her trembling slightly as I was.
"We have to stop?"
My hand cupped the bottom of one breast and hefted it, finding it
heavier than expected but soft and warm, inviting. Mother pressed her
lips tightly together as I leaned over. There was little taste to her
nipple but felt so good having it in my mouth. And I could feel her
flesh beneath me quivering, could feel the groan escape her from
somewhere deep inside her throat reverberating her body.
Standing back up my hand slide down her rounded curves, past her slim
waist to her flaring wide hip before moving inwards. Her sex was wild
with hair, thick and bushy but yet it could not hide the treasures
beneath, or hold back the desire from seeping through. Her sex was a
veritable furnace of heat and my hand came away slick with her juice.
I starred dumbly at my hand before exploding with the need to have
this woman, being my mother no longer mattered. Frantically I shoved
my shorts to my feet and stepped out of them, noticing mother licking
her lips watching my hardness throbbing between us.
As soon as I was as bare as my own parent she turned away from me,
which caused my heart to break with disappointment until I watched her
bend over at the waist and place her hands on the end of her bed,
carefully she spread her feet and legs and then wiggled her bottom
while her hair hide her face.
I've seen Sheryl present herself too many times not to take this for
what it was. I stepped behind my mother and aimed my hardness, moving
it smoothly into her hot wet sloppy sexy with a single movement.
Mother gasped and groaned all at the same time, her bottom wiggling
against my front, her sex sloshing with wetness around my cock.
I was amazed at how different the two women I was intimate with were -
with their bodies I mean. From mother's curves to her looser sloppier
sex, much more wet than Sheryl became. There was no 'winner' here, it
was simply an amazing comparison at this point.
Still in my comfort zone, I grasped mother's fleshy hips and began to
move with long smooth movements back and forth. Mother immediately
let me know that this was not enough, shoving her ass back with a
sloppy wet slap, so that I took the hint and doubled my speed so that
our coupling with loud and intimate.
This was fucking that I rarely got to do with Sheryl - who liked it
gentle and delicate - mom, it seems, likes it hard and fast. This was
not 'making love' as Sheryl called it but fucking as it should be and
I immediately loved it.
Mother's body was flopping around beneath me, her large breasts
dangling and waving back and forth with each slap of our bodies, her
ass smashing and quivering wildly in our movements. My hands were
clasping her soft hips so hard that I left red hand-prints. Her angry
looking anus was winking as I fucked her, almost teasing me as it
pouted and tightened as I moved back and forth within her body.
This was fucking that seemed to just come naturally.
Having learnt something in the last weeks, I was able to control when
I came - holding back the flood as I continued with the rapid rhythm
of our coupling. Mother was gasping, groaning and crying out to god
as I humped her from behind. I felt her clench beneath my hands and
deep inside her as she desperately held back the inevitable.
It felt damn good, I felt like a god and I loved it - loved her!
As soon as her body tightened that final time and her wail echoed off
the walls steadily I allowed my sperm to finally explode, filling her
body delightfully.
I was a sweaty mess, my breathing harsh and now my limbs quivered not
out of desire but from effort. Mother fell away from me - onto her
round soft stomach before rolling over looking at me with a look I've
never seen in her eyes before.
It was obvious that this moment was a turning point in our
relationship for the both of us - and I'm not just talking about sex.
In mother's eyes I was now a man - with all the short comings and
failings that comes with it.
Ever so slowly her eyes lowered, realizing I was still hard - surprise
echoing my first time with Sheryl. The old lady next door loved how I
easily my cock hardened, how frequently it stayed up regardless of the
recentness of a climax. If her own orgasm missed mine, then should
would direct me to continue to pump her until she too exploded. This
had the side affect of training me to hold my orgasm, to recognize the
signs that were all too plain now with my few weeks of experience.
What I was not prepared for, or rather, what surprised me was when
mother sat back up on her ass on the edge of her bed - her clean
clothing wildly strewn about to make room. She reached out and
grasped the base of my cock almost possessively, drawing me closer. I
came, of course, unsure of what was to come next - my experience with
dominating the sexual encounter now all but used up. Mother licked
her lips hungrily and then leaned in to take my dripping hard cock
into her mouth.
Of course I've heard about blow jobs, I've even fantasized about them.
But I didn't need them in my current position - or so I thought.
Just as mother had fucked earlier, with sloppy desperate movements,
she sucked on my cock in a similar way and it felt magnificent. I
just starred open mouth in awe as her attractive aged face move up and
down my cock, her lips spread wide with my shaft. I've known this
woman all my life but it was only until this day that I truly learnt
who she was.
She moaned with delight as my hands clasped the back of her head and
began to drive my hips, fucking her face rapidly. Mom, I was just
starting to realize, liked it rough, liked it fast and sloppy. She
even liked it adventurous, but more on that later.
Minutes went by and my pleasure mounted quickly and I let it raise to
the point of no return, gasping out, "You better stop mother or I
might come!" Sheryl liked me to warn her when her hand was about to
bring me off, normally wanting it within her vagina when I came and
only once bringing me off onto my stomach and on her hand. If there
was any response to my warning it was the mouth sucking me began even
more hungry, desperate, sucking me as if there was no tomorrow.
A moment latter my come exploded in mother's mouth, her throat
swallowing hastily to drink it all, her cheeks bulging with barely
contained seed..
If there was any doubt, I was hooked.
-*-
In the opening weeks of my summer school vacation, I was anxiously
looking for ways to meet my next door neighbour for sex - planning
around her husband and my family. Then mother came into the picture
and suddenly I was having sex more times a day than I ever thought to
imagine.
Mother and I fucked at least twice a day, frequently three times.
Sheryl and I may make love once, perhaps twice but never two days in a
row. Mother knew about her neighbour and I but never said a word, did
not even complain if I was not available for her because I was next
door. I thought this strange but did not inquirer.
And that is what I did - make love to Sheryl and fuck my own mom. I
was polite and almost subservient with my neighbour and playful and
demanding with my mom. I had quickly learnt that each woman was
different.
When mom and I were not fucking, we talked and touched and kissed and
held. Sheryl would never tell me a thing about her sexuality, her
love life as she would call it but mother told me how frequently she
had been masturbating before we started our affair and how dry her sex
life was with dad.
Mom showed me her dildo and her small vibrator - and we came to use
these in our coupling. Kissing passionately while driving the thick
dildo in and out of her hungry sexy cunt or, my favourite, fucking mom
on her knees with the vibrator in her anus.
With each new piece of the puzzle that was mother, she became almost
shy until discovering my pleasure at learning yet more of her private
thoughts and secrets.
She shaved her sex when I asked her too and I could not get enough of
her sloppy sexy bald cunt - eating it for hours on end when time
allowed. Even anal play, that interested me early on with Sheryl but
hadn't been encouraged, or shown any particular interest from her -
from the vibrator, to a finger or two to even my tongue. And sexy
lingerie, used to highlight her voluptuous frame - going even into the
more suggestive garments that Sheryl would never wear such as
crotchless panties.
It was oral that mother really liked - as a prelude to our mutual
pleasure or as a stand alone meal. She could suck me slow to make it
last or rough and fast - never turning away when I filled her mouth
with my sperm, and even frequently savouring as if a fine wine.
-*-
Late that summer it had to come to a head - I was toying with disaster
at both houses.
I had always liked Mr. Wilson and even respected him - but of course
that didn't stop me from making love with his wife an average of three
times a week. Yet he did not ever treat me different, never looked at
me suspiciously and I think the distant relationship with his wife was
the same. We were lucky.
In my house, if it a weekend and my older sister was around or dad was
home for most of a day, a rarity by the way, mom would sneak into the
bathroom or my bedroom and suck me off. It was this way I learnt
about the 'quickie' - encouraged to fuck my mom's cunt or face as fast
but as silent as I could, filling either hole before facing the rest
of our family as if there was nothing strange going on. We were good
at it - practise makes perfect after all. But it could not last,
disaster awaited our desperate measures to enjoy each other.
And that disaster came in the form of grandmother, mom's mom.
Thursday afternoon, the house to ourselves we had fucked twice already
in my room but became more playful with the heat of our desires
lowered. Mother was wearing thigh high stockings, heels and was
dancing playfully around our marble living room table for my pleasure.
Her wide hips wiggled, her bare breasts bounced, her face intense with
pleasure and happiness. It was the loud music you see, that we didn't
hear grandma come into the house or even stride into the entrance of
the living room.
The first indication that our world was about to implode was when I
felt a movement out the corner of my eye and turned my head from the
lewd show to look at a shocked grandmother standing looking at her
daughter dance and wiggle while her naked grandson watched while
stroking his hard cock.
Several things happened all at once; I jumped up and shouted above the
music, mom shrieked and dropped down to the carpeted floor behind the
same marble coffee table she had been dancing upon and grandmother's
shock exploded into action, turning upon her heels and slamming the
door on her exit. I ran to the door but dare not open it, as naked as
I was. Behind me mother broke out sobbing, rushing deeper into the
house to her room.
I felt like crying myself.
It was nearly an hour and three buses later I arrived at my
grandparents home - a large brick acreage on the outskirts of town. I
went because I didn't know what else to do - mother was in her robe
beneath her bedding sobbing uncontrollably and would not talk to me.
I thought by coming over to talk to my grandparent, I would tell
grandma what I had told myself about my incestuous illegal
relationship - that I loved mom and wanted to make her happy.
The door to the house jerked open before I could knock and grandmother
stood aside to let me in - her face a mask of anger and disgust.
The silence was thick but I followed her into grandpa's den, smelling
of his pipe and with all walls covered with dusty books in no apparent
corner. I was motioned to the leather chair before grandpa's desk,
she standing above me with her arms crossed over her very pronounced
bosom.
"What do you have to say for yourself young man?"
For some reason 'I love her' just didn't cut it right then, my face
burned with shame but I looked back to my grandmother, seeing that her
crossed arms did not hide the hard nipples beneath her dark cold
blouse. A stirring occurred within me, the memory of this woman's
daughter reacting the same way when facing me.
In my defence, this time I actually weighed my options before going
towards my roaring hormones and desires. Grandma was a little like
Sheryl in how she acts, proper and distant, stern - but she looked a
lot like her daughter, with more wrinkles and more expensive clothing.
A crazy question settled my decision, if she was like Sheryl or mother
in bed - gentle or passionate?
I stood.
"I asked you a question young man!" Her voice angry, loud,
threatening.
In past days she would have terrified me standing talking loudly as
she was. Yet I had learnt at the alter of my new god - cunt - not
just any cunt either, but the lonely older ladies that wanted nothing
else in life but to be desired, loved and even of course fucked.
Grandmother had seen mother acting so wild and alien, dancing lewdly
with barely a stitch on her voluptuous body, her grandson watching
while masturbating - it was more than suggestive, it was subversive.
Both the ladies I have been intimate had surprised me - opened my eyes
to a world where I had no idea the power of sexuality, of the most
private desires of a person. Sheryl wanted to be held, frequently
with my penis inside her vagina, kissing while moving smoothly back
and forth in her sheath. Mother, on the other hand, wanted to be
fucked, to be used and pleasured, and given that she would do
anything, any act and could not get enough of our new intimate
relationship. Before this summer I never imagined that mother owned a
vibrator and liked to insert it into her anus, that she masturbated
twice in a day if she could find privacy.
What secret desires did this old woman think about? Had anything been
awakened within her at the shocking sight she had just witnessed an
hour before?
These thoughts and more rolled quickly through my head and my
grandmother stood like a statue before me, angrily, her face turning
reader by the second with my silence.
My next act obviously took her by surprise, was never expected and
possibly had never happened to her before. I strode forwards and
pressed my grandmother back into a bookshelf where she yelped in
surprise, her arms uncrossing and jerked to hold herself against the
wall. Then my lips were on hers, my body holding hers against the
wall.
She was holding her mouth wide in shock, trying to talk but only came
out as a mumble as my tongue invaded.
My hands had not been idle though, one groping a huge meaty breast and
the other lower, lifting the edge of her expensive pleated skirt to
her waist and moving my hands inwards towards her most intimate of
place.
"Stop!" She pleaded, gasped. Her anger gone, replaced by fear.
My hand forced beneath the waistband of her pantyhose, I hated panty
hose, and panty, finding a thick bush between her legs. I was
surprised to find it without the familiar heat or wetness than my
other two conquests would have been at this point - though Sheryl
would have been just as horrified if I had forced myself upon her in
this manner. Regardless, I fumbled to get her pantyhose and panty off
her voluptuous soft ass and down her shapely short legs so that they
were left about her knee. She did gasped as my hand returned to her
sex, my fingers finding her clitoris and began to play it as Sheryl
had taught me those many weeks before.
My grandmother's cheeks were wet with tears, her expensive blouse torn
off one shoulder exposing her stark white bra, she was unable to move
her legs with her underwear about her knees and her mouth was
assaulted with my tongue. Infrequently when she could get a word out,
it was to pray to god, to beg me to stop, to have mercy - but I was
not at the point that my decision to act in this aggressive manner had
come to my consciousness. I was hard and passionate both in body and
mind - I wanted to possess this woman, forbidden and impossible in any
sober mind.
The minutes passed quickly, violently, and I was just about to take in
the evidence that what I was doing was not only wrong but immoral and
illegal. But then a moan escaped grandmother's open mouth, her hips
trying to escape my fingers wiggled suggestively against me. Only at
that point did I realize that I could feel the heat rising between
those thighs, feel the slow escape of moisture coating my fingers.
My passion was reinvigorated, justified and two fingers slipped
further forwards and up, directly into the sex that bore my own
mother. Mom, who had happily told me how to finger a woman - how to
stimulate the hidden G-Spot inside a cunt had inadvertently taught me
to excite her own mom.
And the old lady was getting hot and wet, her lips locking with my
own, her tongue finding mine - moaning and groaning while wiggling her
wide soft hips, thrusting herself into my hand.
It was at that point that I could not talk any more - that my cock
hurt as it thrust into my tight jeans. I could bring this woman off
in this manner but that dominant monster within me reminded me that
she was here for my pleasure and if she were the slut that I thought
she was, not so unlike her daughter, she would enjoy any attention
that I should grant her.
Grandmother gasped in surprise as I roughly yanked her back to the big
leather chair, bending her at the waist and shoving her face into the
seat. The fear was rising within her again, that much was obvious,
but my perfect aim and lack of hesitation could not disguise my
intent.
Grandma groaned like a wounded animal as soon as I ground my pelvis
into her soft fleshy bottom. But I did not hesitate, the passion was
within me turning my desire into a single act - fucking. I did not
stop to compare this older image of my sexy mother or even to my
neighbour Sheryl. No, I was rough and selfish - I grabbed a soft hip
in one hand and held her normally carefully prepared head of curly
hair in the other, pressing her face into the leather as I pounded my
cock in and out of her cunt.
It was wet now, not as sloppy as her daughter gets perhaps but
certainly on par with Sheryl. It certainly made enough noise, our
intimate movements which were hard to hear with my grandmother moaning
and grunting beneath me.
She climaxed almost as an afterthought, exploding suddenly which
caused me to come out of my sexual shell - looking almost amazed at
the woman beneath me as she panted and quivered in aftereffects. I
did not relent though, my hand grasped her curly head of hair just as
firmly, my cock moving just as fast.
Just as I began to fade into that sexual abyss one more time, a smile
on my face, grandma began to climax yet again! I was amazed, it was
but a moment or two since the last - and this orgasm appeared to last
longer than the previous.
Her heavy body was covered in sweat, lifeless. Removing my hands,
pulling my cock from her body she moaned as if half-alive, "No
more... please!"
She just sat there her face into the leather of her husband's
favourite chair, saliva and sweat pooled on the worn surface.
What I did next amazed even me!
My grandparent was so lifeless, so relaxed that she just lay there in
a sweaty exhausted mess. Looking down at the chubby hairy slit, with
plenty of pink showing, thrust out from those pale fat thighs. But
higher up was the pink wrinkled anus, circled with a light dusting of
hair, it was open slightly as well - as if her exhaustion had relaxed
even this muscle.
My cock was hard and dripping with a mixture of juices, throbbing
painfully reminding me of its need. The angle was a little off but
half straddling one hip and aiming my dick almost downwards I was able
to line it up.
Grandmother's whole body tensed as my cock slipped into her rectum -
finding it tighter than any other hole I had previously enjoyed, but
loose enough to take my teenage penis if but reluctantly. She
whimpered as I held myself deep into her bowels.
When I began to fuck this tight hole there was no thrusting back,
there was no sloppy sounds. Grandma was hissing in the first moment
but it soon transformed into pants and sighs of pleasure.
Perhaps it was the tightness of the hole I found myself in or maybe it
was the power of this encounter - a feeling I've never felt more
starkly than here. But my cock tightened expectantly and then began
to erupt deep inside my grandmother's rectum filing her with my
teenage incestuous seed.
Finally, it was over and my cock came out of her body with a small
popping sound.
When her face lifted from the sticky leather seat her eyes did not
look at me, but at my cock. Suddenly looking almost scared when she
saw it was still hard - tears again welled up in her eyes.
Making sure she could see me, I whipped my cock clean on the back of
her pleated wool skirt before tucking myself back into my jeans.
Grandma's eyes had not left my penis and she looked down right
relieved to see it disappear from her sight.
I helped her to stand on her weak knees, one low heel missing and
wrapped my arms about her. The kiss was passionate if gentle and I
was mildly surprised when she returned it.
She kicked off her last shoe, reached down to remove her forgotten
half-mast pantyhose and ugly white granny panty. Then she followed me
back to the front door.
Turning towards her my hands rose to fondle her still covered huge
breasts - wondering for the first time if her nipples were as large as
hr daughters. "Next time I want you naked - okay grandma?"
She looked surprised and then embarrassed and then pleased, her face
turning crimson beneath her heavy layer of makeup. The next kiss was
returned, her tongue taking the imitative, her body pressing into mine
invitingly.
We went arm in arm to the front door where we kissed again,
passionately, breaking the lip-lock I look into my grandmother's
embarrassed submissive eyes, "I had a good time grandma, I can't wait
to fuck you again - why don't you come over next Tuesday?"
With a crimson face grandma shivered within my arms before her chin
moved only minutely up and down.
I left the house humming one of my favourite tunes, my half hard penis
pulsating in my pants made me anxious to return home and to mom.
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Title: My Wife Is In Your Hands
Keywords: mF, mdom, nc, cheat, humil, mat, voy
Author: Caesar
Summary: While witnessing his wifes submission to another man, he is given a chance at what it is like to be dominant... with his own mother in law.
There was a young lady of Natchez
Who chanced to be born with two snatches,
And she often said, "Shit!
Why, I'd give either tit
For a man with equipment that matches."
There was a young fellow named Locke
Who was born with a two-headed cock.
When he'd fondle the thing
It would rise up and sing
An antiphonal chorus by Bach.
But whether these two ever met
Has not been recorded as yet,
Still, it would be diverting
To see him inserting
His whang while it sang a duet.
My Wife Is In Your Hands
by Caesar, copyright 2003
$Revision: 1.7 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $
"Ted?"
Oh god! "Yes."
A chuckle. "I just wanted to call and tell you how much I appreciate
your wife Ted. In fact I am appreciating her right now!" Another
laugh, this one filled with malicious evil humour. "Stay on the line
Ted, because I want to tell you one more thing, but listen to this
OK?"
My mouth was dry and I felt like vomiting so I did not say a word -
neither did I remove the phone from my ear. This was not the first
such call and I knew I would listen and feel shame every second of
this torture.
"Ted? You still there?" His familiar voice had gotten firmer,
demanding.
Finally, "Yes, I am here." Why can I never be my own man?
Another chuckle. "I knew you would not desert me Ted. Your such a
fucking wimp - that is why your wife is over here right?" It was a
rhetorical question and stayed silent. "Now listen carefully OK
'wimp'?"
The phone became silent and then bumped a couple of times before I
heard loud sloppy sucking sounds. Then distantly, Gord's voice
ordered, "Thats it Rhonda - suck that cock faster bitch!" The sounds
accelerated until I could not imagine someone sucking a dick as fast
as I was hearing. Let alone my wife sucking a dick that fast, or any
dick for that matter. Since we had been together, she had always been
a bit distant in our marriage-bed, stating that she never really
enjoyed sex.
This 'affair' started only a month ago - but easily feels like years.
Rhonda, my wife, had met a young man at the supermarket, of all
places. She told me he was very sexy and their flirting ended up in a
hotel room.
When Rhonda told me it was the first time she had ever cheated on me,
I believed her. She would not have lied - you see, Gord told her to
describe the whole thing to me, not leaving out any sordid detail. My
wife discovered something that day, with Gord, that she could be
wholly submissive to the right person. When I first heard her say
that, I could not comprehend what she meant. Even know, I only
understood that she had some deep-need to do what Gord tells her,
while not really understanding.
Gord is very attractive, young with a firm hard body, made excellent
money as a broker and since they met in the produce isle, she has
never said 'no' to him.
Evidently, neither could I and I was paying the price of this
humiliation since.
Seated in the living room, across from each other, me sobbing silently
as she described how she had just come from the hotel room where Gord
had fucked and orgasmed in her 'cunt' and then fucked her virgin ass
and orgasmed on her face. The way she said it, cold and calmly, I
knew she did not care how I felt - you see Gord told her not to care.
Yet I saw something else - Rhonda had loved it, there was a new
sparkle in her eye that I've never seen before but wished I had.
My normally chaste wife of fourteen years had ever taken my penis into
her mouth even though I had asked enough times. And her ass... well,
that was simply forbidden, 'disgusting' she had once said.
My world turned up side down that day!
When you think you hit bottom, you discover that there is never an end
to agony and humiliation. My life had become a bottomless pit of
degradation and humiliation as I was continually cuckolded to the
point of tears on my part.
The sound of the phone moving again and I returned to the present and
Gord's voice, again close to the transmitter, asked, "What do you
think I should do with your wife tonight Ted? Coat her face or ride
her ass?"
I didn't say a word.
A quick laugh and then, "Her ass it is! OK slut, get up and climb
aboard Rhonda." There was shuffling and then Gord grunted, "Face the
other way cow! How many times have I told you that your ass is much
more interesting than your face?" There was more shuffling and then a
distant groan that sounded marginally like my wife and I could only
imagine what was happening.
Well, I did not have to imagine much actually. Gord had been kind
enough to send photos to me - hundreds of photos. Faxes to my private
office, email attachments, hard copies and even good old Kodak photo
paper. I could write for days about all that I have witnessed on
those photos.
Do you want to know something, I kept each image, after I studied it -
it was my secret, something that built up my own humiliation from my
wife's infidelity.
There may be many reasons I had not sought out Gord and attempted to
beat him to a pulp, or run him over with my car or simply leave my
home and marriage. Yet, there was one thing I kept telling myself -
that Gord would tire of my wife, she being ten years older than he,
and then she will come back to me. I imagined the things that Gord
had her do, but it was me pulling the strings. Gord, in effect, was
training my wife for me - to be the perfect submissive slut!
Yes, I know, I was probably deluding myself - but I needed something
to grasp onto. Something that kept both my sanity and my manhood
intact. In fact, even in my own fantasies, I could not picture myself
doing what Gord did with my wife. There was something missing, some
part of me that just did not grasp why Rhonda felt this need to submit
completely to this stranger at the expense of our marriage.
On the other end of the phone Gord was breathing heavier, in the
background I could hear my wife's unfamiliar sounds of passion.
'Unfamiliar' because I have heard it too many times in the last month,
but I have never heard her make such noises when we were in bed
together. Of course I had always loved her - but our love-life was
lacking, to say the least. The most I had ever extracted from my
wife, in the heights of our marriage passion, was soft sighs.
"Rhonda has the tightest little asshole... but you wouldn't know that
right Ted?" A long chuckle before he groaned loudly into the
receiver. The bastard seemed to know everything about Rhonda and I -
our history, specifically our sexual history.
Two weeks ago Rhonda had come stumbling home on impossibly high heels
in the middle of the night, into our bedroom. She ignored me as she
turned on the light and stripped naked - I sitting up on my elbows and
watching her. I hate to admit it but being a slut seemed to be
transforming my wife - so that she had lost several pounds and almost
radiated sexuality now. As soon as the last garment fell to the
floor, Rhonda pulled aside the duvet cover and then climbed between my
legs. I watched amazed and silent as she unbuttoned my pyjama bottom
and pulled out my soft penis. Her hands were cool as she fondled me
into a pleasant hardness before her eyes finally came up to look at
me. "Gord said I am not very good at sucking cock and told me to use
you as the 'practise dummy'... only for tonight." With that she
dropped down and took my cock half-ways down her throat. The way she
had said it, like she was telling me what was on the news that night
pained me - but that was quickly forgotten as I felt her mouth moving
on my penis for the first time. Since she had never sucked me, I had
never been sucked - so I have no basis for comparison, but what Rhonda
did those few minutes was nothing short of amazing. I can still
remember the sweaty, sperm-smell of her skin as she lay on the other
side of the bed - still naked. That smell was not from me - as she
had swallowed every drop that I gave her - but the sour smell of
earlier sex. And just when I thought she was asleep she mumbled,
"Gord told me to tell you that if your a good boy you may be able to
fuck my cunt."
I didn't sleep that whole night - having tasted a little of what Gord
was getting plus felt a deep humiliation at what I was enduring. Then
again, there was the memory of Rhonda's sweet mouth!
His breathing was very rough, but he managed to say, "Your getting a
visitor today Ted!"
A visitor? I could not help but break my humiliating silence, "Who is
it?" I silently prayed that Rhonda would be sent back home, having
come home rarely, and I would get that promise of her 'cunt'.
"Emily... your mother-in-law!"
My confusing silence seemed to be enough to amuse Gord and he
chuckled, the echos of my wifes loud passion loud now. "Before
midnight Ted, I want you to fuck the old bitch!"
'Fuck'! What?
I looked over at the illuminated digital clock - only past two in the
morning.
What the hell!
"...the train... you pick her up just before noon...!" He was having
trouble breathing, trouble concentrating. "... the old cunt is
expecting you... until midnight Ted!"
I could not help it, "Gord...?" Thats all I managed before I heard
him groan right into my receiver while behind that my wife shrieked.
I listened to the duo orgasm loudly, and I felt myself pale at the
images that came to mind.
Nearly five minutes later Gord finally spoke, in a weary voice, "On
your stomach slut... thats it, scoop it out... and lick your fingers
clean!"
Then he returned to me, and our conversation, "Any questions Ted?"
Questions? About a million!
"Listen... you rape the old bitch, use your charm on her okay... I
don't fucking care!" He chuckled at his own malicious joke. "Then
you bang the old broad. Don't worry, I have a feeling that it will
not be a difficult task. Rhonda will be home right at midnight - and
will call me if you have been successful."
There was so many questions but I only managed a single one, "Why?"
Gord took a long breath and spoke carefully and slowly, as if I was a
child, "When I tell you to do something - you do it. No questions
asked. I know you want Rhonda back - and I know you want the slut and
not the 'lady' you married too. Do this thing for me and you are that
much closer to getting your wish fulfilled."
I was just a little shocked that my intentions were so transparent - I
have never told anyone that I desired Rhonda back, that I wanted her
to act like she did for Gord.
Then the phone went dead and I was left in the darkness with my fears,
questions and desires.
-*-
Emily came out of the tall wide doors dragging her suitcase and
looking rather flustered. My wife's mother is an attractive woman -
thin where my wife is voluptuous, classy where my wife is comfortable.
It was obvious that something was wrong - and when she saw me she let
go of her bag and wrapped her arms around me and sobbed silently.
She never said a word all the way to my home - she barely even looked
at me. And strangely enough, Emily seemed to be almost angry - though
it did not seem to be directed at me.
Only when we go into the house, her bag upstairs in the spare room did
she finally say a word, "Where is Rhonda Ted?"
What could I say! "She is at a friends."
Emily mumbled something under her breath and then asked firmly, "Do
you have anything to drink Ted?"
I retrieved her a martini - her drink of choice - and watched as she
gulped it down. Whatever had brought her to my home was bothering her
- and I had a feeling it wasn't simply that her daughter was banging
some pretty-boy. Of course I refreshed it.
She would not eat, she would not talk - all Emily did was sit in the
large chair in front of the turned-off television and drink
martini's... for hours. My task felt hopeless and I knew I would be
humiliated at midnight when my wife showed up and i had not done what
I was ordered to do.
I sat across from her, the whole afternoon, playing bartender and
contemplating the impossibility of having sex with this old woman.
Yes I had noticed, in the years since Rhonda and I met, that she was
and is attractive. Yet that does not make the realm of fantasy
possible! Emily was a petite woman - small of bone and frame, who did
not look skinny but I doubted she weighed half of me. Since I had
known her, she had always worn skirts which highlighted her shapely
thin legs and had her hair and makeup done to perfection.
About ten in the evening Emily said something besides asking for more
booze, "Have you ever done something that your ashamed of Ted?"
Like submitting without a word to my wife and her lovers' humiliating
acts? Thankfully, Emily did not wait for an answer. "Something that
you did long ago and thought you had got away with?"
Emily was starring at the floor with glazed eyes and her words were
slurred with alcohol - but at least it was better than her earlier
hours of silence.
"Why did you not tell me about Gord when I arrived Ted?"
What could I have said - the fact that she knew his name took me by
surprise. "What should I have said - that your daughter is with her
boyfriend right now?" I could not stop from putting venom in my
words.
"Gord is more than just Emily's boyfriend isn't he Ted?"
I could feel her eyes boring into my own and my mouth did not seem to
want to work.
"I will tell you what he is - a bastard!" Her voice was getting
louder, shriller. "And my daughter is completely under his power.
Isn't see?"
I simply nodded, but that seemed to be enough to fuel her fire.
"Rhonda caught me... years ago, before you two met... I ended it right
after, but it will kill her father if he finds out!"
Whoa, what was I hearing - that Emily had an affair, caught by Rhonda
and... and what? The fact that she had an affair is startling enough!
I could also guess that rather than kill her, her husband would turn
her out of house and home - and if there was one thing Emily liked,
was her station in life, I could not imagine her without her husband
supporting her extravagant way of life.
Emily cursed suddenly, a word that I had never heard her use before
and it shocked me.
I sat stunned, not sure what to say or do but my mother in law was
very drunk and looked like she was about to fall asleep. Then, rather
abruptly, she mumbled, "Do you find me attractive Ted?"
I brought my eyes up and saw that she had spread her knees as far
apart as the large chair would allow. Having worn a knee-length tan
skirt, which was now above the top of her black thigh-high stockings,
I had a clear view of her dark pubic hair. Emily had not worn any
underwear and the sight of her pale shapely thighs above the
stocking-tops was damned exciting. She may be in her mid-fifties, but
my mother in law was a very attractive woman.
For the first time that day, I realized that it would not be such a
chore to have my wife's mother.
"Would you do an old woman a favour and fuck me Ted?"
I forced my eyes up to her own and saw that she looked incredibly
humiliated! As soon as her eyes caught my own she turned away,
gulping her drink yet again. The words she had spoken were not some
figment of my imagination - she had spoken them. Though a more alien
sentence could not have come from Emily, if I had to consider one.
Then, as I watched, she snapped her knees together and let out a loud
sob of despair. "God damn it Ted... she told me to come here and have
sex with you! If I didn't...!" Emily put down her newly-empty glass
and pushed her skirt back down her thighs, so that the tops of her
stockings were again beneath its hem. "Its because of that bastard!
She told Gord I had an affair with my husbands brother and now Gord
had her order... order", she practically shouted the word, "me here to
have sex with you before midnight."
Tears were rolling down her brightly glowing red cheeks, "I told
her... begged her... I knew it was impossible, you and I...!" She had
both her hands over her face, and began to sob into them. Emily had
come here non-consensually to have sex with me, even though she
thought herself old and undesirable. My mother in law had dressed
exquisitely, had worn sexy stockings and no panties and then had to
drink herself into a near-stupor before she could find the guts to go
ahead with what Gord had ordered her to do.
Barely a hoarse whisper, "Emily?" She had not heard me and I cleared
my throat before trying again, "Emily?" Louder this time and she
lowered her hands but her cheeks were stained with her tears and her
eyes were half-closed, red, and filled with her tears. She attempted
to stifle her sobs as she starred at me blankly.
"Spread your legs again." It had come out rather firm - and I was
surprised at the tone of my own voice. Slowly the old ladies knees
spread and her skirt returned to its waist height and I again saw her
naked loins.
I sat silently enjoying the sight while I could feel Emily's eyes upon
me. Finally she spoke, "You don't have to do this Ted."
I ignored her. "Take off the sweater Emily."
Even as her thin hands came up and pulled the expensive sweater over
her head she pleaded, "Don't tease an old woman Ted."
She had not worn a bra. My wife Rhonda had these large magnificent
breasts - while her mother had much smaller sagging udders. Oh, they
were not totally unattractive - in fact if I accepted that mother and
daughter had completely different bodies - Emily's were rather sexy in
a small, sexy sort of way. Small dark brown nipples, flawless white
skin - and the fact that they appeared to be rock-hard did not hurt my
appreciation of them.
This is what Gord and Rhonda had told us to do right? Shouldn't I
feel something... guilt maybe?
"Loose the skirt Emily." My mother in law's brow bunched as she
lifted her ass long enough to push the skirt down to her feet. There
she sat, with only her black stockings on and a strange apprehensive
mood to her gaze. I could see her embarrassment in just the way she
sat, tried to look at me. Yet I could see that she had to force
herself still - to do this thing that she had been ordered to do.
After several awkward minutes of me visually appraising her, "Rhonda's
dad and I haven't had sex for a few years Ted." For some strange
reason she had felt the need to tell me that, but that was not the end
of her admissions, "He has been the only man I have ever been
with... other than when I cheated on him with his brother."
Was what I was feeling at that very moment a piece of what Gord felt
with my very own wife? It was something crossed with power and
ownership - and I felt 'manly' like at no other time in my life. I
could have sex with this woman, not just sex but anything sexual, and
Emily would do it... and all the while she belonged, in her marriage
vows, to someone else. Was this the missing component to my fantasies
of taking over where Gord left off?
I had considered dominating my wife, when Gord was finished with her,
to get to the promise of this feeling and had never considered it with
anyone else. What was Gord doing with Emily and I - what game was he
playing now?
Emily stole a quick look at the far wall, where a clock hung. I
turned my head to stare at it as well. Then I heard her swallow
loudly before I returned to her shamed nudity.
It was twenty minutes before midnight - and Emily and I had a task to
complete. Where had the time gone? Probably in awkward alcoholic
silence.
"Stand up Emily, bend at the waist and hold the arms of the hair with
your hands."
My mother in law paused only a brief second before she stood, turned
toward the same chair and did as I asked. Her ass, a jutting round
white globe that did much for my appreciation of her, was facing me
deliciously. Why had I never noticed her bottom before? I had
thought it flatter than what was before me, less appealing - I had
been very wrong.
As I stood and began to unbuckle my pants, Emily started to reveal
more about her sexual self. "I have never done it this way before
Ted... outside the bedroom... bent forward like some animal." She did
not sound like it was such a negative thing - in fact her voice had
gone up an octave and Emily was sounding rather excited at what was
about to happen. Gone, also, was the sound of her drunken self - as
if what we were preparing to do had sobered her.
Stepping forward, I touched the warm white skin of her ass and felt
the smooth softness shiver in response. Emily groaned and let her
head drop before her, as if it was suddenly very heavy, almost
dangling from her shoulders.
There was no time for preliminaries, for niceties. I held my dick in
my other hand and aimed it perfectly at the junction of her thin
thighs and cleft of the crack of her ass. Just as I pressed forward,
not yet in my mother in laws body, she hissed loudly as she inhaled
and then held her breath... waiting.
Then I felt it touch the hot wet ready sex of my wife's mother, and
then it slide into an exquisite molten tunnel that took my own breath
away.
Seated within her, staring down where we were joined, I grasped both
of Emily's soft hips and stood still to catch my breath for the next
stage of this event.
Emily started to babble yet again, "I am sorry Ted... I wish I was
younger and prettier for you... that you did not have to do this
thing!" While she spoke this, I felt her inner sexual muscles
rhythmically clench my sex in a most delightful massaging motion.
Afraid that she was about to speak yet again I yanked my hand from her
hip and snapped it back down. My open palm hit her wide sexy ass
loudly and Emily jerked and yelped in surprise. "Shut up Emily!"
She gasped as I began to violently fuck her body. Her petite frame
was nearly too low for this position and realized that she was upon
her toes... which caused her calves to bunch up sexy. Still looking
down I watched as my long hard cock moved in and out past my mother in
laws clenching inner labia - almost stretching it as I withdrew each
stroke. My wife's mother had a tighter cunt than even her daughter.
A little higher I watched the wrinkled pink aperture of her anus as it
seemed to wink in my direction - looking rather hungry for its own
attention.
Emily was grunting like a pig now, between small grasps and short
prayers to god. The back of her thighs were slapping the front of my
own, her ass my stomach, and our joined sex organs were starting to
sound sloppy as the sounds echoed through my living room. I could
feel the cool air kiss the front of my thighs, where Emily's abundant
juices were running down both our legs. Her sex was practically
bubbling with pleasure.
I am not sure how long I stood behind her, rapidly plunging myself in
and out of my mother in law's sex. Yet, distantly, I realized that
Emily had probably orgasmed, at least twice, I cared not - I was
making the most of this fuck and was trying to ignore her pleasure.
But, of course, the end had to come eventually. The climax to this
little encounter happened almost suddenly and by her surprised grasp
of pleasure, I knew she had not realized what was upon her.
It was possibly the best orgasm I have had since I was a teenager, and
every orgasm then was a miracle. It felt like a litre of my life
giving juices flooded her depths while the inner muscles of her vagina
seemed to hold me, afraid that I would disengage and waste the tribute
that I was giving.
Then Rhonda clapped loud enough for Emily and I, we spun our heads to
see my wife standing in the doorway, watching us. "Not bad mother -
Ted seems to like old cunt!" My wife laughed maliciously and strode
into the living room like the Queen of fucking Sheba.
Emily pulled her sex from my own, and we separated with a loud sloppy
sound, and quickly spun around and sat back down in the same chair.
Her hands came up and crossed over her little breasts and her legs
crossed to hide her sex. Her face, sweaty and tired looking was again
turning a bright red.
Yet, at that very second, I saw my mother in law steal a glance at my
slowly deflating dripping organ - where it hung before her eyes. And
I saw how her eyes became intense and could see the desire still
within her - it surprised me that she could feel anything but shame at
this moment.
Just as I was pulling up my pants, Rhonda came to stand before me and
took my half-hard cock in her expert cool hand and stopped my
dressing. As Emily and I watched her, my wife bent forward at the
waist and took the head of my dick in her mouth and sucked it deeply.
This lasted but a few seconds before she stood back up and starred
triumphantly between her mother and I and licked her lips grandly.
"We have the same taste mother!"
Emily turned her head away in humiliation, staring at the far wall.
As I watched, my wife took out a cellular phone and hit a single
button and then waited for someone to pick up at the other end. I was
not so stupid as to not know whom she was calling.
"Hello Master." Rhonda was smiling privately while she stared,
alternately, at her mother and I. "It seems you had scripted it
perfectly my love... yes...", she laughed outrageously for a short
while, "...I caught the tail end of the show actually... in the living
room... no, she is still wearing black stockings and that look of a
freshly fucked woman...", she smiled at her mother broadly, ".. of
course Master." She pushed the phone toward her mother, "Here mother,
my Master wishes to speak to you."
I watched as Emily's trembling small hand took the phone and slowly
brought it up to her ear. "Hello?" Her fear and humiliation came
across in that thick shaky voice. "Yes... sorry, yes
'sir'... yes... I, I have never done that before...", Emily was
staring at my soft dick now, her daughters hand still encircling it,
slowly stroking it, "sorry sir, yes sir... yes, I will sir...!" Emily
pushed the phone out to me and said thickly, "He wants to talk to
you." She had a defeated look to her, but there was also a small
sparkle in her eye that I could not decipher.
As I lifted the phone to my ear, I watched as Emily slipped to her
knees upon the floor and started to crawl toward me - all the while
staring right at my soft soiled dick.
"Gord?"
Emily knelt directly before me and then leaned forward with her mouth
open. "Congratulations Ted! I wasn't sure if there was a man in you
or not!" He laughed loudly in my ear as Rhonda held my soft penis at
its base and aimed it for her mothers open descending mouth. "So was
the old cunt wet when you fucked her or not?"
Emily wrapped her warm lips about the head of my penis. "Yes she
was." My mother in laws eyes were closed as she started to move her
head up and down my dick the top half of my dick, her lips hitting her
daughters hand. All pretence at embarrassment for her mature body was
now forgotten.
Gord laughed again, as if he already knew the answer. "Good boy Ted!
She said she had never sucked cock before - how is she doing?" It was
as if there was nothing Gord did not know and I always found it
disconcerting.
I was staring down at Emily's sweaty but serene face, her lips being
forced apart as her work was causing my dick to grow yet again. "Not
bad."
"Not as good as Rhonda though huh?" He laughed again.
"No." It was true after all - Emily was trying but she lacked in any
sort of familiarity with a man's private parts and I would have
guessed that this was her first oral experience if Gord had not told
me. Don't misunderstand me - it was a delicious feeling as well as
sight. For one thing, my mother in law put more passion and feeling
into her work than my wife had done that single blow job that I had
received from her at the command of her 'Master'.
"I like you Ted." I seriously doubted that, but didn't say a word.
"And I am giving you your very own slave in Rhonda's mother." Pardon?
"I told her, just a moment ago, that she had to do everything that you
told her and do you want to know something Ted? The old cunt sounded
rather excited at the idea. Like mother like daughter huh?" Gord
laughed loudly and for almost a full minute at his own joke.
I was starting to pump my hips as the pleasure of the hand and mouth
was getting to me. "Tell my slave to come right back after you get
off the phone... but don't worry Ted, after I am done with the slut
I'll send her right back... in a couple of months probably. Then you
can have two slaves that you can enjoy!" He laughed shortly but then
stopped abruptly and said, "Rhonda told me that after she had caught
her mother and her uncle that she always wondered what it was like to
have sex with her mom. So you see Ted, such a little triangle that
I'm suggesting, is not such a crazy idea!"
I looked at my wife and saw how her eyes looked feverish as she
watched her mother blow her husband. Rhonda even had her other hand
tangled in her mothers head of hair, and was forcing her mom to suck
me in a nice fast rhythm.
Gord could not drop the subject and it was starting to get difficult
to concentrate upon his words, "I thought about adding Emily to my
stable... and though the idea of watching Rhonda and her mom is
intriguing, I'm really not into old cunt."
There was a pregnant pause. "One last thing Ted - if Rhonda's mom is
anything like her daughter, she'll love a good ass fuck." The line
went dead.
I dropped the cellular phone upon the floor - already forgotten.
Rhonda had dropped to her knees in the last seconds, her face just
centimetres from her mothers cheek. She had a look that was so rare
in our marriage, that look that her mother had as I told her to stand
up and bend over. I knew that I could have her right now - I could
have a mother and daughter blow job, watch them share my sperm bath
with open hungry mouths.
But I remembered Gord's words - a secret that my wife had never
revealed to me, I having never been given the keys to her most
intimate sexuality, as Gord had been. She wanted to have sex with her
mother, she wanted to be a submissive to a strong man. I could see
that desire in her clouded unblinking eyes now and felt more of that
power flow through my veins.
"Gord said for you to return to him immediately." He didn't say
'immediately' but I had to stop her from the path she had been quickly
heading toward.
Her eyes looked up into my own and I saw pleading, and then surprise
that she did not see a meek desire from me for what she had been about
to do.
Again she looked down at her mothers mouth as it moved up and down my
hard cock. I knew her decision - she wanted to stay and taste the
forbidden, but if she did she had to go against a direct command from
her dominant lover. Rhonda did not move as she was torn between her
own desires.
Her eyes widened in shock and pain and she hissed as she quickly
looked down at her own full chest. I had reached down and easily
found her large excited nipple and then twisted and squeezed it
viciously. Then my wife looked up into my eyes as if she was looking
at me for the first time. "Get the fuck out of here Rhonda... your
not welcome back until Gord is done with your sorry ass, and then,
only if you crawl through my front door naked and beg me to take you."
I saw random and rapid flow of emotions flash through the face of my
cheating wife - until she slowly stood back up, withdrawing her hand
from my dick, which was quickly replaced with her mothers. Rhonda
started to back out of the living room, watching me and her mother
intently.
I watched her maliciously and with a wide powerful smile. It has been
a humiliating time for me, but only now did I fully comprehend my
wife, and the power that Gord had over her. I could see it in her
eyes, that she realized it too and she wanted so badly to stay.
Finally I understood what had been missing in my fantasies, that
feeling of dominance and power that I had never felt before this
moment. It felt good - damned good. And I had no regret at tossing
my wife out. I knew, when Gord was tired of her, she would return,
humiliated and humble as she knelt before her husband.
"Leave Rhonda! Emily is mine now and I don't see why I need the copy
when I have the original!"
My wife disappeared around the corner of the hallway, but I had caught
a glimpse of her humiliation and my triumph in that last moment. The
door opened and then closed, almost reluctantly.
Then, and only then, did I look down and saw that Emily had opened her
eyes and was staring up at me as if I was a god.
Gently I pulled my hard, saliva covered, dick from my new slave's
mouth and backed up to sit down comfortably on the couch. Emily sat
silently, watched, and waited for me. I motioned to her to come to
me, to crawl to the pillow I had placed upon the floor between my
feet.
I took her head between two of my hands and held it before me - our
eyes locked - "Your my slave now Emily." She nodded as if this was
the only thing in the world that mattered to her, as if she had been
waiting all her years for this moment. Tears welled in her eyes and
the corners of her mouth turned up in happiness. "Finish what you
started and then we shall go to bed."
With both my hands I gently lowered her face to my hard dick.
Emily closed her eyes and lovingly took me back into her mouth.
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Title: Avenue Of My Submission
Keywords: fF, inc, fdom, mom, daughter, nc, anal, spank, cheat, mat
Author: Caesar
Summary: Daughter confronts mother about her submissive lesbian nature - and then turns her into her own slave.
There was a young lady whose cunt
Could accomodate a small punt.
Her mother said, "Annie,
It matches your fanny,
Which never was that of a runt."
Avenue Of My Submission
by Caesar, copyright 2001
$Revision: 1.11 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $
My daughter shoved me back against the wall of the dining room so
roughly that a framed picture fell to the floor breaking the glass.
"Diana...?" What?
She grabbed at my throat with one hand, holding me against the wall.
I simply stood there stunned, staring at her. Her eyes were cold,
emotionless - foreign.
"I thought you liked it rough mother?"
"What...?" Her other hand came around in an arch and slapped my cheek
- hard. Too stunned to even talk, I simply stood there silent and
still.
Then those wide brown eyes slowly travelled down my body, in a way
that caused me to shiver with fear. Only one other person looks at me
like that...?
"Oh god!" I groaned.
Her gaze returned to my own and we silently looked deeply into each
others eyes.
She had only returned home from college late last night - and we
barely saw each other till I returned home, just now, from work. I
had arrived in a great mood - throwing my jacket, boots and purse into
the closet while I yelled out that I was home. Diana came down the
stairs silently, slowly, her gaze strangely cold. I barely noticed
but started to the kitchen asking as I went, "Pasta and salad fine for
supper honey?" My daughter suddenly grabbed my shoulders from behind
me just as I was passing through the dining room and spun me about
before shoving me against the wall.
I had no idea what was going on but her alien actions had stunned me
with fear, the wall forcing the air from my lungs.
The same hand that had hit my face slowly came up and stroked my cheek
lightly - tenderly. A small malicious smile came to my daughters
lips. Those eyes stayed the same though, cold.
"Why did you pick that slut over dad, mother?"
Oh god - she knew! She couldn't could she?
For the last several years, I've been having an affair with a friend,
the neighbour next door. At first we did it simply to vent our
middle-aged sexual frustrations, then it turned deeper, darker.
Perhaps for me it was love, but I did not hold any illusions that
Sherry loved me. What Sherry liked to do was control me. I learnt a
lot about my sexuality, things I never knew when I was Diana's age -
things I hoped no one else would learn about me.
"I...", had nothing to say. How the hell does a mother tell her
daughter about her lesbian lover? About how she needed what only her
lover could provide.
"I've known for years mom." I felt the blood drain from my face -
that my darkest secret was out was something out of a nightmare.
But that was only the tip of the iceberg, "I used to watch you and
Mrs. Norton."
Oh my god!
"It turned me on watching you two together - it taught me so much more
about sexuality. I think you are the reason I became a lesbian as
well."
She took her hand from my throat and placed it against my hip - still
holding me firmly against the wall.
I had suspected Diana was a lesbian as she was going through puberty,
but thought it better not to enquire. I have never considered myself
a homosexual, by the way - I preferred not limiting myself with a
label.
I wonder how much she had seen?
"But then dad phoned me and told me about the impending divorce!"
Diana's face came close to my own, her nose nearly touching my own.
"I didn't even fucking know you had separated!" Her voice turned
dangerous, "Tell me why you choose that bitch over dad?"
I had to answer but it took nearly a minute before I found my voice,
"You don't understand honey."
"What don't I understand mom? That you are Mrs. Norton's toy - do you
really think she cares about you?"
Oh god, I'm in hell! My daughter was never supposed to know!
I've tried not to think about how much Sherry liked me. I know she
would miss me if I we no longer fornicated but I felt she thought me
only as a walking talking dildo. Well, in truth I was much more -
I've done much more than a fake cock could do. If I faced the truth,
I would have to say Sherry treats me like dirt.
I loved her though - loved her for several years.
My daughters hand came off my cheek and I turned my head to look away
from her gaze.
This wasn't right, daughters don't treat there mothers like this!
"Dad is the nicest man in the world mom. He cried when he told me
about the split and it broke my heart. I can care less if you want to
fuck around, since you have been doing it since I was in junior high,
but why did you have to go and kick dad out?"
She really didn't know, didn't understand - I could see it in her
eyes. "I...Sherry thought it best..." How do you tell your child
that you are under the control of another - to the extend that you
allow her to lead every aspect of your life. Would she understand?
Do I?
That was when the tears started, rolling freely down my cheeks. I
brought my hands up to hide my humiliation. I loved my husband but I
loved how Sherry made me feel more.
I felt my daughter draw away from her, her hand disengaging from my
hip. I opened my eyes to glaze through my tears to see Diana seated
at the end of the table.
"Come over here." I was on autopilot, and felt my feet stumble toward
her. "Stop and don't move from that spot." I swallowed loudly and
pushed down the thought that my daughter sounded like Sherry right
then.
"Take your hands from your face."
Why was she treating me like this - ordering her mother like this?
My hands dropped to my sides and I grasped my woollen skirt to stop
them from trembling. I never even considered not doing as she ordered
- only feeling humiliated that she knew.
Again my daughters eyes moved slowly down my body, then back up. I
felt exposed and a little dirty - though not understanding why I felt
this way.
"Lift the hem of your skirt up mom." I looked down startled at the
order, but seeing the cold malicious humour in my daughters eyes. I
had to have heard wrong!
My head moved from side to side, since my mouth was open but no words
seemed to be coming out. A small evil smile came to Diana's lips and
I felt my knees almost buckle in fear.
Slowly, as if she was talking with a child, Diana repeated, "Life your
skirt to your waist and hold it there mother."
My head moved more vigorously back and forth - negatively.
Instead of looking angry, the response I had expected, Diana simply
looked like she was about to start laughing.
Quicker than I could react, my daughter reached out with both hands
and grabbed at the bottom of my expensive woollen skirt and yanked
down. The small zipper at the hip ripped at the sudden force and I
felt the cool air of my home tickle the exposed skin of my upper
thighs. My skirt lay about my feet.
I was wearing what my lover allowed me to wear - thigh high stockings
and, if I must wear panties, a lace thong. My face flushed bright red
and I pressed my knees together in humiliation.
Diana spent a long time looking down at my silk covered legs and
skimpy thong, still wearing a small private smile.
This was too much. A daughter should not treat her mom this way - we
were family, we had to protect each other not humiliate one another.
Just as I felt my anger rising enough to voice my displease at this
treatment, Diana spoke up, "When did you start shaving your pussy
mom?"
My mouth was open to speak my displeasure but stopped at this comment
- of course she could see through the lace of my thong well enough to
tell I had no pubic hair. Her face was a mere meter from my crotch
and realizing her proximity I moved both hands to cover the front of
my thong.
Little good it did - the damage was done and Diana only laughed at my
attempt.
Again her face looked up and our eyes met, "I asked when you started
to shave your cunt mother?"
There was a dangerous quality within her voice and I felt a renewed
fear to comply to her question, "After your father moved out." It was
strange even hearing my own voice in this situation - and even
stranger, that it sounded calm. It was certainly not how I felt.
"Turn around and face the opposite way." She was serious I saw that
in her eye.
Shuffling about the torn skirt around my ankles, I slowly turned. Not
sure how I could do otherwise - my daughter knew my dark secrets, even
understood enough about her own mother to know how to control me.
I stood facing the opposite way, knowing that my daughter was staring
at my near naked bottom. The thong had but a string running from my
waist to between my thighs - the flesh of my full derriere was
completely exposed.
"I can see why Mrs. Norton spent so much time with your ass - what was
the pet name she called you?"
I never even tried to ignore the question, "'Anal Queen'." My chin
hit my chest in shame.
Sherry did, indeed, enjoy my bottom in every conceivable way. When
she wasn't spending time with my ass she was ordering me to spend time
on hers - my lover was very anal. Not that I minded - I discovered
not long after Sherry and I started to have sex that I loved any sort
of attention back there - it was my primary erogenous zone.
"Absolutely lovely mother."
For some strange reason this compliment brought pride to my
fear-clouded mind.
I whispered, "Thank you."
"Turn back toward me mother." I did - faster than I had turned away.
I was troubled that doing what my daughter instructed was becoming
easier - almost natural.
Diana was seated on the edge of hard wooden chair, her knees together
and staring at me intently - a new hunger in her gaze. "Over my knees
'Anal Queen'."
A shiver ran through me, "Why?", I asked.
I already knew the answer. "I'm going to spank you." Diana's smile
widened and she patted her denim covered lap. Though her eyes held
little patience for any resistance from me.
This is what I am, how my lover Sherry controlled me - through
dominating, and yes even sometimes humiliating, me. It was my
weakness and now my daughter was using it against me.
I moved to her flank and then simply lowered my torso till my hips lay
upon her long thin thighs. My ass, I knew, was raised high and had
opened for easier viewing for my daughter.
I should have jumped up and ran out of there - screamed at my daughter
and thrown her out of my home. She had violated my privacy and now
humiliated me with knowledge she had gained through her voyeur
actions. I was her mother for god sake!
Then why did I feel the familiar tingling between my legs?
Diana hooked two fingers into the waistband of the thong and roughly
stripped it down my legs, leaving at about my knees. Now even that
minuscule defence was gone - my ass was open, and available, for her.
"God you have one great ass mom." I did - it was my best feature, I
knew. It was round and firm. Looking almost large in clothing but
wearing lingerie, other sexy attire or just nothing at all - it looked
delicious.
A shiver ran through me, moving inwards toward my crotch, at the
compliment. Involuntarily I pressed my thighs together and arched my
back, this brought my ass higher by a few centimetres and widening the
crack enough so that nothing was hidden.
"Mrs. Norton spanks you when you have been bad doesn't she mom?"
"Yes." And frequently - I loved it.
"Does it normally lead to 'other things'?"
"Yes." Always.
Why doesn't she just start! My sex was starting to moisten rapidly
and I was worried that I would leave a wet trail upon my daughters lap
- evidence, and more humiliation, that this incestuous encounter was
not so horrific to me as I hopped she thought.
"I once saw her use a ping-pong paddle on your ass - does she often
use different things when spanking you mom?"
I squirmed about on her lap - "Yes." The reminder that my most secret
of pleasures was revealed by one that I had loved so strongly and a
bolt of humbling pleasure to my sex.
Then, finally, Diana lay her warm hand upon the cook smooth skin of my
ass and this time I knew she could feel the ripple running through my
body.
Instead of spanking me, as I expected, she gently rubbed her hand over
my sensitive skin. It felt, god help me, wonderful!
Diana's hand then pried apart my cheek from the other, and I knew
nothing was hidden. This movement even pulled apart my outer labia,
and I could feel the cool air tickle the wetness revealed within.
Another shiver ran through me.
"You like this don't you mother? You like doing what I tell you?"
I couldn't answer that - what I was feeling was impossible, taboo.
But my darling daughter laughed loudly and I knew that my wet cunt had
revealed the answer to that humiliating question.
She let go of my cheek and I breathed deeply, thankful that she could
not see the obvious excitement that I was feeling.
Then I felt a sharp pain on one cheek of my ass - it hurt, it was hot,
I was humiliated - and I moaned instinctively with pleasure.
Her hand rained down countless times upon either cheek and the sharp
pain brought pleasure in its wake. I was moaning and rolling about
upon my daughters lap as she struck me again and again. I was
pressing my crotch into her thigh without though, striving to press my
hungry clitoris against anything. The pain in my ass was terrible,
her blows much stronger than Sherry ever delivered with her bare hand
- I loved it, I needed it.
Then it stopped suddenly but I could not stop grinding my cunt into my
daughters lap - knowing that my child was simply watching me debase
myself like this. Then, suddenly and without foreplay, two of my
daughters fingers sunk deep into my body from behind me.
That was enough to send me over the edge and I clenched my body almost
straight across my daughters lap and screamed through clenched teeth -
the orgasm exploding like light from my cunt. My stomach and lower
back and thighs started to spasm uncontrollably and I flopped about on
Diana's lap and she used her free hand to hold me in place. I saw
spots before my eyes and suddenly felt dizzy and then the distant
feeling of falling.
-*-
I awoke knowing that I had just had one of the best orgasms of my life
even before realizing that it had been my daughter that had delivered
it to me. A cool chill of fear ran through me, remembering that my
secret was out and that Diana was using that to control me.
My eyes opened and I looked toward the table and chairs in my dinning
room - I was upon the floor on my side. My body was sore, especially
my burning ass, and cold - as I realized I was naked except for my
white stockings - gone was my sweater, bra and even my thong that had
been about my knees.
I sat up slowly, my head still a little light, and looked about me
upon the floor for my clothing. My clothing was not any wheres I
could see.
Why had she done this? Was it because of my suing her father for
divorce?
I lay back down upon my carpet, and hid my face in my hands and
sobbed.
The noise must have alerted Diana of my reappearance from my sexual
delirium and she came in through the kitchen door. "Hello mother." I
peeked through my fingers and saw that she only wore my white
terry-cloth bathrobe, and nothing else by the look of it. She saw my
look and shrugged, "You made quite the mess of my jeans." She came
over and sat back in the same chair before me.
I sat back up and faced her, "Where are my clothes Diana?"
"Why do you need them mother?" She had a small smirk upon her face
and I knew that I was powerless here.
Regardless I found some hidden strength, "This is wrong Diana."
My daughter leaned forwards in the chair and asked, "Like another
spanking mother?" A violent shiver ran through me and I felt hidden
muscles deep within my sex spasm in response. Diana saw all this and
smiled as she sat back, "I don't think your cunt cares if this is
wrong or not mother."
She was right of course.
I could not meet her gaze but it felt like a physical touch as she
gazed upon my naked body. My nipples hardened to little points as
they shrivelled up painfully and I knew she was watching them
intently.
"Is that how your supposed to sit mother?"
It took a second for me to realize what her meaning was - and when I
did, I slowly moved to a kneeling position before her. It was a
position that Shelly had taught me years before, seated on my calves,
big toes overlapped behind me and my knees bent double and spread
wide, back straight, shoulders back, hands open and lay upon the tops
of my thighs, chin down and eyes looking at an invisible point before
my knees.
I knew not how Diana knew this position of ours - as I thought Sherry
had developed it after my daughter had gone to college.
"I am home for six more days mother", for the week, "and in that time
you will do everything I tell you!"
I didn't know what to do, and the response simply came out before I
thought it - "Yes."
Please do not find fault, it was who I was.
Then her voice changed, "Do you love her mom?"
I knew whom she was talking about of course - Sherry. "Yes I do."
It turned hard again, "You know she doesn't love you don't you?"
It hurt me, but I did. "Yes."
"But you still submit willingly to that bitch - why mother?"
How could I tell her? Would she understand? I barely do.
Tears started to flow down my cheeks and I felt the drops hit the top
of my B cup breasts. "I need her." My eyes defiantly looked up into
my daughters.
Strangely, thankfully, I think she understood - as she looked soberly
back at me. Softly Diana finally asked, "Tell me what you need mom?"
Taking a deep breath first I answered as calmly as I could, "I need to
be controlled." She didn't move or say a word - did she really
understand? "All I want is to forget everything and focus only on
pleasing one person." Finally Diana nodded but doubted that anyone
could understand. I've tried to come to grips with my desires for
years and I still didn't completely understood it.
As the silence thickened and I wondered what was next - Diana slowly
spread her knees wide apart. I could not help myself and looked down.
The view up the robe was perfect and what I saw caused another shiver
of pleasure to run through me.
My daughter, Diana, was naked beneath my white terry-cloth robe and I
saw up her long tanned thighs to the trimmed brown bush beneath. So
good was the view that I saw the shiny wetness coating her lightly
spread outer labia.
This was no longer my little girl I suddenly realized - but a woman
whom had come here, to my home, to dominate and seduce me. The full
extent of her proclamation hit me - that I must do everything she asks
for the next six days. I now understood what 'everything' meant.
God help me but I could not take my eyes off her sex - it was
beautiful. If my ass was my best feature, my daughters was her cunt.
Before now, I would have admitted her long trim legs would have been
her most attractive feature - but now that I've seen the hidden
treasures between her legs, my whole world was about to change.
I know not how long I sat staring between my own daughters legs - but
I must have stared like a starving person at a feast. What lay there
was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and I wanted it.
Diana knew it as well.
Finally, long minutes later, "What if the person you focus all your
attention and whom you give your unconditional love", she paused and
took a long deep breath, "also loves you back mother?"
Her statement caused me to pause in my visual salivations of her sex
and I slowly lifted my gaze till it centred upon my daughters. What I
saw surprised me, she looked nervous and a little worried. I knew,
then, what she had come here to do - the meaning behind the words.
It was wrong isn't it? I needed the phone to ring, or a clap of
thunder to break our gaze. Yet, nothing stopped the long deep moment
when our eyes spoke volumes.
My daughter loved me, I now knew that for a fact - though I had cause
to doubt it moments before. And I loved her - nothing that we had
done today changed that.
What she was suggesting was different than the love we had shared
before today. Forget that it is wrong, illegal and immoral - what of
our age differences? And sometimes, though I'll never admit it out
loud to anyone alive, I enjoyed the humiliating and debasing things
Sherry made me do - could Diana treat me like that?
The tingling in my flesh of my ass reminded me just how stern my
daughter could be, she had hit my bottom harder than it has ever been
spanked before. And I loved it.
The silence was thick and I knew I had to verbally answer my daughters
question, though felt our looks shared more than what words could
convey. "I would give that person everything I am - I would do
anything to please... you."
My eyes lowered in mock shame though I only felt joy at the prospects
at such an offer.
I knew then that my daughter could give me more than I ever dared hope
for - she would allow me to be the perfect submissive while also
loving me. The very pleasurable orgasm I had earlier was a hint of
the pleasures we could share in such a relationship.
My fear was gone and replaced with anxious excitement.
I was panting again.
"Crawl to me mother." I did not raise my eyes as I crawled on my
hands and knees the final meter.
My daughters sexual musk was strong as I inhaled her scent.
She was strangely silent, but I could feel her eyes upon the top of
her head. It was too much for me, as I was trembling like a teenage
boy about to loose his virginity, and slowly looked back up. My eyes
did not look above her sex - wet and pulsating beautifully - and
wondered why she did not order me to use my mouth upon her.
Then she stood up, her sex disappearing beneath the white robe, and
the thick rope about her waist actually tickling my nose. A groan of
disappointment escaped my lips. "Stand up and follow me mother."
-*-
Diana led me to the my own bedroom, which should not have surprised me
but it did. It reminded me that what I was doing was taboo,
completely improper and I should feel only disgust - but I only felt
intense excitement.
My room was clean, as I was a proactive housekeeper, my bed made and
the curtains open allowing in the late day sun. Shivers ran down my
spin randomly, always ending between my legs. And let me tell you
that my sex was flowing - like a river. I don't remember any other
time that my vagina had been as hot and wet as it was right then when
we stepped over the threshold into my bedroom. It was actually
dripping down upon my thighs and I knew dark patches on the inside of
each stocking would be evident.
Diana casually stepped into my room and simply untied the knot about
her waist and let the terry-cloth bath-robe fall to the carpeted
floor. For the first time in over a decade I saw my little girl
completely naked - and she was glorious. For one, she was no longer a
little girl - but a tall athletic-build woman. My daughter did not
inherit my hips and waist - but rather had a boyish slim frame, but I
could see the muscles ripple as she moved.
She excited me like no other.
Then she turned and I was surprised at how somber she looked, I had
expected her to be smiling and as expectant as I was.
"Is this what you want mother?"
I knew what she meant and strode the final two meter to stand with our
naked bodies almost touching. I looked up into her deep brown eyes
and said firmly, "This is what I want." It was.
"You will give up Mrs. Norton?"
I loved Sherry and we have had some very pleasurable times together in
the last couple of years - and though I shall never forget her, or
even stop loving her, I could give her up for the love of my daughter.
"Yes." I smiled at her.
Did Diana know just how happy I was just then?
I felt the need to reinforce my admission, "I will give anything up
for you darling."
"And will you do everything I tell you too mother?"
"Yes." I wanted her to tell me to do something right now - to her
luscious youthful sexy body!
She stared firmly into my eyes and I wondered if my daughter was angry
at me for something. For the first time as a mother, I realized that
I could not read my daughters eyes - another piece of evidence that I
was giving up any parental power in our relationship.
"Get the blue shoe box beneath your bed mom."
I gasped in surprise - how did she know about that box?
Almost fumbling over my own feet I shuffled over to my bed and knelt
upon the floor and pulled out the heavy cardboard box. With
embarrassment causing my cheeks to flush I returned to stand before
Diana and held out the box to her.
She didn't take it - but reached out and removed the worn cardboard
lid. Inside, as I was well familiar with, were hundreds of photos
that Sherry had taken of over our tenure as lovers.
Diana reached in and pulled out one picture randomly from the pile.
She only glanced at it briefly before turning it toward me so I could
what it revealed.
God, of all the pictures she could have withdrawn from that box -
pictures of me looking sexy in lingerie posing for instance - she had
to pull a photo of me sucking a cock. You read correctly - and I told
you I was not a lesbian, in fact Sherry often had me service her
husband or other men for her viewing pleasure or as a threesome - it
was taken some years ago at a bar outside of town, in the men's
bathroom, in one stall. In the photo I was kneeling upon the
disgusting floor facing one metal wall of the stall, which had a
rather fat cock thrusting through a ten centimetre round hole. The
guy's called it a 'glory hole' and I had sucked over a dozen cocks
that night - Sherry having a single photo of each cock. There was one
thing to be thankful for, this photo was of the second dick, the first
having emptied his load in my mouth, so my face was not covered in
man-cream as the latter photos revealed. I never saw any of the men's
faces, only hard thrusting cocks - Sherry having arranged it all.
I remembered that night perfectly, often using it as a masturbation
theme for one of my frequent moments of self-pleasure.
In fact, that was what the box was for - visual aids, memory aids if
you wish, for self-love.
I didn't know what to say as my daughter held it up, but she shoved it
back into the shoe box and pulled out another.
This one was tamer - me bound and gagged upon Sherry's living room
floor, my cunt and ass stuffed with a double headed dildo.
The next was a photo of Sherry and I kneeling on the floor between her
husbands legs, my mouth was full of his heavy fat balls and Sherry had
her cheeks bulging with half the length of his shaft. The photo was
taken by him, by using the reflection of a large mirror in their
bedroom.
The next was at a party, also at Sherry's, there was dozens of strange
faces holding glasses and looking toward me. I was the only one of
the people naked, squatting over a youngish man with his long thin
white cock up inside my cunt, another man, much older, shoving his
short fat dick into my mouth.
The next was a very close picture of me eating Sherry's cunt - or more
specifically spearing my tongue into her vagina as I knew she enjoyed
so much.
The next with me bound over a picnic table in the my lover's back
yard, her husband fucking my ass hole vigorously.
When will this stop?
The next with me being whipped with a belt, naked and kneeling in my
own living room.
The next with me kneeling inside a circle of three teenage boys, all
three urinating on my face and chest. If she had pulled the next
photo, it would have shown me sucking one cock and stroking the other
two. The next would have shown me with all three of my holes filled.
Was Diana doing this to humiliate me yet again? She knew I was a
slut, why was she doing this?
The next was Sherry wearing a strap-on cock standing behind my
kneeling form, fucking my ass. Her husband was before me, fucking my
face.
The next with me suntanning in my backyard, naked.
The next masturbating with a carrot in my ass hole.
The next with my face covered by what is obviously sperm, Sherry's
husbands actually. My tongue is reaching over to my cheek attempting
to get one of the drops.
That was where she stopped. "After all this - will what I have to
offer be enough mother?" Thankfully she replaced the lid on the box
of photos, took it from me and placed it on the edge of the floor next
to us.
-*-
I wanted to assure her that she was more than enough, but it felt
inadequate after so much blatant evidence to some of the wild things I
had done. For some reason I felt the need to justify myself, "You
must understand darling, that all those were over a period of years -
and it was always Sherry's ideas." Well, not always, but no need to
get into details at this moment in time.
"Shut up mother!" My mouth clamped suddenly closed. "I'm a lesbian
mother, which you obviously are not?"
I hung my head, for some reason wishing I was at that moment, but the
truth was obvious, "No."
"So you will need a hard cock at times? A man not a dildo."
"Yes."
I felt as if I was about to loose this nirvana that I had thought I
found and I slowly sunk to my knees before my daughter. I was ready
to beg, if I must.
"How do I know that after I return to college that you won't just jump
the first time Mrs. Norton bellows? Perhaps so you can fuck and suck
off her husband!"
Tears started to roll down my cheeks and I heard the anger in my
daughters voice. I bent at the waist and pressed my lips to the top
of one of her feet. My life was crashing down, I felt despair cloud
over the remainder of my hope, of my joy.
"Letting that bitch next door use you disgusts me mother! She
probably hates you - did you ever think of that?"
Sobs were racking my body, while licking at the top of her feet. I
managed to say, "I love you Diana... I will do anything for you my
love... let me prove it to you...?" I wanted her to order me to lick
upwards, toward that female version of nirvana. I needed to feel her
roughly hold my head by my hair and force me between her legs, calling
me every vile name imaginable.
Diana did grasp my head in her large strong hand, yanking me up. She
head me before her, my eyes level with her well-trimmed brown pussy
and I started to press forwards. Roughly she held me still, a mere
reach away from what I wanted more than anything else in my life - my
eyes glued to it.
If only she would let me prove to her my worth, my loyalty, my love -
she will only scream with pleasure and happiness.
Yet she held my face away from her body without respite.
"Will you really do anything mother?"
I didn't even hesitate, "Oh yes!"
"Even fuck daddy?"
That put a sudden stop on my red hot thoughts and wishes - my husband
was both my first love and my greatest loss. I had given him up for
the pleasure between my legs, it was embarrassing and shameful, but
inevitable, I believed.
Before I could tell her that it was impossible, that her father knew
about as much about Sherry and me as she did and held no understanding
of the complex relationship, Diana continued, "I don't mean just fuck
him - but submit yourself to him like you just did for me?" My eyes
looked up into hers and though I hoped she was joking, I saw that she
was deadly serious.
I wanted to tell her that he was a wimp, had suspected my infidelity
for years and never said a word. He didn't even argue when I told him
our marriage was over, and to leave our home - for good.
Diana didn't do all this, this seduction, for her fathers sake did
she?
Her eyes softened, but not her firm hold of my hair, "You will be only
my slave mother, but I will give you to daddy."
What...?
She must have seen my confusion, "Dad came to me and told me
everything mother - and to ease his pain I almost considered becoming
his lover." That statement startled me, I can not picture my tall
strong daughter with her dumpy balding father. "Then I knew how to
ease his pain... and to get something I've wanted since I was a
teenager!" The gleam in her eye told me that 'something' was me!
"I told dad my plan, and with a little persuasion", I wondered what
type of 'persuasion' she would need, "he agreed. Daddy still loves
you, even the vicious way you have treated him these last couple of
years." Diana suddenly smiled maliciously, "Dad is very anxious to
come home mom, he told me some of his plans for extracting revenge
upon you - and I was surprised at how imaginative he can be!"
"Just so you understand mother - you will be my slave, but you must
follow everything daddy says when I'm not around."
This can not be happening!
Suddenly my daughter shoved my head into her crotch and for the first
time my lips touched her sex. The heady smell the sweet taste of her
upon my lips suddenly dissolved all thoughts from my mind and I arched
my neck back as to get a better angle to deliver oral pleasure. This
was what I wanted, what I needed.
I would prove it to Diana, as I do nearly every day with Sherry, that
she needed me - the pleasures I can deliver and the willingness to
give up all control of my own life to a strong passionate person. I
knew Diana was the person, the one that I've imagined and fantasized
about for decades - the one to give me that avenue of my submission.
Just as I slipped my tongue into the top of her slit, her juices
nearly running down into my open mouth, and rolling along her clit,
did she suddenly yank me back out from between her strong thin thighs.
My response was to whimper like a puppy.
Harshly, "Do you understand everything I have told you mother?"
Truthfully, I barely heard the question and was only thinking about
how happy I could make my own daughter if only she would give me the
chance to prove it. That's when her free hand came around and again
smacked loudly against my cheek - it brought me out of my sexual
delirium.
"Do you agree with my terms mother?"
"Yes darling... anything."
Our eyes met and she held mine, gauging my honesty perhaps, but I was
virginal in anything unrelated to my desire to be this young woman's
slave.
-*-
Her hand let go of my head and she stepped back and sat down on the
end of my bed. Diana lay back and my heart soared with joy when she
spread her legs and brought her feet up to press the heel into the
mattress. I could see her sex fully exposed now, flowered open and
obviously excited.
Like a well trained dog, trained by Sherry Norton I may add, I sat on
my heels waiting for her command to advance.
"Crawl to me mom."
I did, slowly, my heart thumping and my chest heaving with desire.
"Kiss here." Diana pointed to the top of her cleft, directly at the
bright red bloated clitoris. With my mouth salivating I leaned in and
gently placed a dainty kiss upon that sexy fold of skin. My daughter
sighed and pushed my head away from her sex gently.
"Stick your tongue out." I did. "Further." I knew what she wanted
and complied - my tongue sticking out of my mouth like a tiny cock.
"Now put it in here." She pointed lower down, directly at the dark
pink entrance to her sexual soul.
I leaned in and pressed my tongue ever so slowly into my daughters
vagina, stopping only when my face was pressed firmly into her crotch.
God help me but I loved it.
Of course it was wrong, kneeling there between my daughters thighs, my
faced pressed obscenely into her sex, my tongue submerged in her body
by the most intimate of routes. Perhaps that is one of the things I
found pleasure in, the extreme immorality of it, the taboo of incest.
Again she pushed me away from her, pressing gently upon my forehead.
I smiled up at her, my face now coated with her juices. Diana tasted
very good actually, the best tasting pussy I've ever had - and I've
had a few in my tenure as Sherry's slave. I could, and hoped I will,
eat her for hours on end!
Bringing her knees up to her chest, her heels pressed almost against
the back of her thighs, as she again pointed, "Now lick here."
I never hesitated.
I let my tongue fall relaxed from my mouth and leaned in for the third
time. It pressed into the groove between the thin cheeks of her hard
ass before I started to lick up. I felt her tiny wrinkled hard donut
spasm as I passed it, wishing I could give it the proper oral
attention it deserved.
Diana pressed her heels back into the bed and used that to leverage
herself up onto the middle of it. I groaned realizing that she was
further away from me.
"Come up here mother."
The command came as a blessing and I was not dainty when I scrambled
upon my queen-sized mattress. Diana motioned for me to come to her,
over her. In seconds I knelt above her, looking down and panting,
waiting, for her next command.
Diana's large strong hands grasped me ass and pulled me down to her, I
fell against her strong youthful body and lay there, our faces mere
centimetres from the other. She moved my hips till I felt her coarse
trimmed bush press into my inflamed naked loins. Then her hands came
up and she held my face between them - tenderly.
Our lips met and we kiss. It was a kiss of a slave and her mistress,
her dominating the touch, me drawing her in with my willingness to
submit.
The kiss became more aggressive, her tongue openly exploring my mouth,
our lips anxious. We hungered for each other, and I knew, then, that
she wanted me as much as I now wanted her.
Then Diana stopped and I starred at her, panting and drooling, as she
leaned in and took my bottom lip between her teeth. I felt her bit
down and the sharp pain of broken skin and then the bitter taste of
blood surprised me, but I never moved. She pulled back and looked me
firmly in the eye and said softly, "With this bite, I thee command."
It seemed rather comical, now, looking back. But then, at that very
moment, I understood and felt the need to reciprocate. I leaned in
and licked her lips, lengthwise, slowly. And with husky slow words,
"I am yours darling, I love you, I will always love you."
Diana surprised me by pulling me down against her roughly for a tight
hug - her arms wrapped possessively about me. It was one of the most
tenderest moments I've ever had. One that was cloudy by the erotic
nature of our surroundings and the drooling of our cunts.
As much as I enjoyed our embrace, I could not help but grind my hips
down onto hers. This brought our wet hot vagina's to press and wiggle
against the other. Diana never let me go but she moaned and sighed
with pleasure. I took this tantamount to opening the vault door.
Slowly, I began to grind my naked hot wet loins into Diana's wet hairy
pussy. Within seconds I was panting against my daughters shoulder and
as she groaned in pleasure.
Her hands pushed my face down and I knew what she wanted, and engulfed
her tiny very hard nipple. This, coupled with he grinding of our
loins, accelerated our pleasure. So much so that I was surprised with
joy at the passionate sounds my daughter was making - doing so,
because of my delivery.
I was Diana's slave, I've given myself to her willingly, anxiously.
To feel and hear her pleasure at my actions was music to submissive
soul.
I never wanted this, if you had asked me before today, but now that it
was thrust upon me, I knew I could not live with out it. Diana was
more than a daughter, she was my mistress. I would willingly fuck my
husband, if that is what she wants, I will give him pleasure that I've
only given other men. My husband never felt my lips about his cock,
or fucked my ass, or spanked me... I would do these things for him,
for my daughter.
Sherry was but a memory, the one that seduced a middle-aged housewife
and drew out her submissive heart. I loved that bitch, but Diana was
right, she probably never even liked me. I am certain that she could
not give her own husband the pleasures that he found with me - I've
seen the hateful jealousy in her eyes as he fucked me. Saying goodbye
to her was easy, now that I've found Diana. Or perhaps, more
accurately, she found me.
Diana was rapidly ascending that summit - her hands now grappling with
my round smooth ass, a finger frequently teasing my sensitive anus.
I was doing this now for her, this orgasm was for her not I. I am a
slave, a submissive, and the young woman beneath me was my mistress,
the one I love and adore. Even my pleasure was at her discretion, and
I knew Diana was wise enough to use it as both a reward and a
punishment.
My teeth bit roughly into the tiny hard nipple just as I gauged her
orgasm to start - Diana screamed out in her found pleasure as her
passions won over the battle of her self-control.
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Title: Right Old Bastard
Keywords: mc, mF, teen, mat, cheat, mdom, inc, mom, son
Author: Caesar
Summary: Discovering his late grandfather had some kind of control over his mother, he must decide what to do with this power.
There was a young lady from Spain
Whose face was exceedingly plain,
But her cunt had a pucker
That made the men fuck her,
Again, and again, and again.
Right Old Bastard
by Caesar, copyright 2005
$Revision: 1.4 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $
Grandfather was a right old bastard!
There isn't a person alive, or dead for that matter, that would argue
that statement. Especially in my own family! Grandmother and mom
seemed down right scared of him - even shivering when his name came
up... unwilling to discuss even the most innocent of things about the
old man... and this years after his death.
It was all a mystery of course - no one wanting to discuss the evils
that the old man had probably forced upon his family, friends and
innocent bystanders. What these evils where I would not venture to
guess. That's right, no one will talk about it - especially mom and
grandma. Whatever it had been, I did not doubt that they endured the
brunt of his warped actions.
And he had to have been evil right?
The old army locker used to be painted green but had seen too many
years being tossed around so the gray metal beneath was showing.
Grandma had finally sold the home she had lived in for decades and was
planning on moving in with mom, dad, and I - and in so doing, needed
to be rid of 'stuff'. As the only male grandchild, I received
grandpa's 'stuff'. This included this army locker, hunting and
fishing equipment and boxes of old smelly wool clothing.
This box had caught my eye because it was locked and grandma had no
idea where the key was and said it had probably not been opened since
before grandpa died. Neither mother nor grandma had the resolve to
force this box open was my guess, still terrified of the old bastard.
Neither did they seem to show the least bit of interest in it.
The lock took only an hour and two saw blades, as it was old and
rusted, to cut through. The lid opened reluctantly to review a messy
pile of old yellowed papers, pictures and small books.
My first reaction was disappointment - I had hopped for something like
old German Nazi war 'stuff' or something valuable that I could sell.
Grandpa had fought in Italy during the Second World War.
I shifted through the pile and found some sheer silk balled up fabric
which when pulled from beneath a stack of papers and books opened to
reveal a single woman's stocking.
That peaked my interest.
I dug into the papers with more interest, finding at least a dozen
panties of varying sizes and colours and three more single stockings.
I could not keep the smirk from my face - grandpa was a horny old
bugger it seemed. It hit me then that I knew so little about him - my
only memory was of a cranky old man who held no patience for me.
Exhausting my search for ladies underwear, I settled down to read a
few sheets of the loose papers. Many were unintelligible - the ink
having run and the paper yellow and practically disintegrating. A few
were readable and from what I could tell, most fell into one of two
categories: 1) steamy love letters or 2) sexy diary entries. All were
from numerous ladies.
As interesting as those writings were, I dug out the final items
within the metal box - old photographs. Dozens of pictures of girls,
young and old, thin and fat - all smiling at the photo, dressed in
what had to have been their Sunday best back then. The photos were
obviously from as early as the fifties to eighties. One was even of
grandma from decades before, standing in a field holding her purse in
both hands before her. Only one other photo caught my eye, and I had
to look carefully before I could be sure - but it was mother when she
was in her early or middle teens standing before a whitewashed outdoor
wall, her hair large and her clothing obviously from before my time -
early eighties most probably.
"Darren you in there?" Mom stuck her head into the door of the
garage, where I was dissecting the 'stuff' I got from grandma. Having
seen me, "Its nearly supper honey, why don't you go wash up?"
I nodded absentmindedly and held up her photo, "Look at this mom."
Stepping further into the room mom takes the picture and looks at it a
second before she obviously realizes who is on it. Her face melts
into a distant smile as she stares at the young girl she once was -
the girl that she barely resembles any longer.
Then she hands it back to me and the moment is gone.
Just as mom started for the door back into the house I noticed the
yellowed back side of the photo was facing side up and a short phrase
was written in ink upon it, 'jack falls up the mountain'. "Whats
this?"
It was not a question that I intended to say out loud, more a verbal
stream of thought. Mom heard it though and returned to stand before
me again. "What is it honey?"
"This mom, 'jack falls up the mountain'." I held it out to her to
see.
She starred right at it without blinking. The first seconds was
nothing - but when she still had not moved nearly fifteen more seconds
after showing her the back of the photo I felt the hairs on the back
of my neck stand up, something was wrong.
"Mom?"
Still she did not move.
Tentatively I reached out and gently touched her upper arm, "Answer me
mom?"
Almost robotically she replied immediately, "I am at your command?"
'Command'? "Are you feeling okay mom? You're acting weird."
Still not moving. "I feel well."
I could smell supper through the open door.
"Is dad home mom?" I had thought to shout for his help.
"He will return after eight o'clock this evening." So it was just the
two of us for supper again.
Still she had not moved so I starred at the back and front of the
photograph without a clue of what was going on. I changed strategies
and went fishing, "Are you in some kind of trance or coma mom?"
"I am awaiting your command."
"My 'command'?"
"Yes."
I stepped to the side and still mother had not moved, her eyes
starring at where the photo had been a moment before. Carefully I
stepped around her. "What kind of 'command' are you waiting for mom?"
"Your command."
This had to be some kind of big joke right? "Like crawl on your hands
and knees mom?" It was not a serious question.
To my astonishment, "As you wish." Mother dropped to the cold cement
floor, to her knees and hands and began to slowly circle around me.
Her face was now starring at some invisible point before her as she
moved.
This was getting really fucking weird!
"Stand up mom!" Just her movement shocked me, but it also caused me
to become very afraid for her.
She stood quickly, the bottoms of her hands and her nylon covered
knees soiled from the dirty floor.
"You will do anything I tell you?"
"As you command."
The shock was wearing off and again my eyes drifted to that photo in
my hand, at the words on the back. "Will you return to normal soon
mom?"
"As you wish." Fuck, I was hoping for an easier answer.
Since she was in this state, I figured the only way to get her out of
it was to ask questions so that I may better understand what was going
on. "What is your name mom?"
"Cheryl Lynn Baker." 'Baker' was her maiden name - did that mean
anything?
"How old are you?"
"Forty two years old."
That picture again caught my eye. "Did grandpa control you mom?"
"Yes."
"How old were you when it started?"
"Twelve."
A cold fist clenched my heart. "Did you have sex with grandpa mom?"
"Yes." It was the answer I feared - after seeing all those steamy
love letters, the photos and even the underwear. Mom had to have been
scared of the old bastard for a reason right?
"Is that why he controlled you mom, so he could have sex with you?"
Silence - which surprised me.
"Did he ever command you to do other things besides sexual?"
"Yes."
This line of questioning had gone on a weird tangent. The old bastard
had sex with his own daughter! Not only that, but somehow he had
figured out how to control her - probably with this phrase on the back
of the photo.
"When you are told to do something, will it only work while you are in
this 'command mode'?"
"No."
"It will work forever?"
"As long as you command."
Wow, this was fucking weird. "What was the last command grandpa gave
you?"
"That I would not enjoy sex with any man unless it was with him."
Shit, what a fucking mean thing to do. This probably explains why my
parents were married, lived in the same home but rarely said two words
to the other or ever showed affection.
"He died five years ago mom."
Silence. I guess the commands do last forever.
"Had anyone else commanded you besides grandpa?"
"No."
"Do you know if he commanded others?"
"Yes."
"Were there many?" I looked over at the strewn open army foot locker
and the piled up photos next to it.
"Yes."
Grandma's photo was in that pile. I rushed over and quickly found it
- there on the back was another odd phrase. Grandma was also under
the influence of whatever power grandpa had discovered.
Before me stood my frozen mother, her eyes staring off onto a dot on
the unfinished garage wall. She was wearing her normal teacher attire
after getting home from work, skirt and hose, blouse and those ugly
slippers she wore around the house.
"No one else knows about this ability mom?"
"No."
"And you can't tell anyone else can you?"
"Only at your command."
Here was something that was given to me that gave command over a host
of women - many probably dead or never to be found. What would I do
with a couple dozen women that did every request I asked?
Well, as a fifteen year old teenager I will let you take a guess what
my first thought was about.
Yet I was feeling silly, almost giddy at the possibilities, "Stand on
one foot mom."
She brought up one of her small slipper covered feet and placed it
behind the knee of the other leg. Though a little unsteady, she was
only-just able to stand balanced as commanded.
"Can I reverse a command that grandpa gave you mom?"
"As you command."
"I want you to again enjoy sex again, okay mom?" I did this out of
generosity, not because I wanted to interfere into my mom and dad's
sex life.
Silence.
"You and dad will start having fun in bed again." That was the
closest I could come to telling my mom to fuck my dad and to enjoy it.
I could not fathom living with a wife that never seemed to enjoy sex -
hell, 'sex' seemed to the most important thing in my young virginal
life this last year.
"What was something else that grandpa commanded before he died?"
"That mother and I must mourn his passing at the anniversary of his
death each year."
I did not understand, "Mourn him how mom?"
"We must have sex from sunrise to sunset."
That shocked me. "You and grandma have had sex?" Lesbian sex?
"Yes."
Mother's calf was starting to quiver so I order her to switch legs.
"And you enjoyed it mom?"
"As I was commanded." Grandpa had only commanded her not to enjoy sex
with another man after all.
I shook my head like a dog but it did not help to make sense of this
crazy situation. "You did not like sex with dad, but you liked to do
it with grandma?"
"Yes." As commanded evidently.
"Tonight you will have sex with dad and enjoy it right mom?"
"As you command."
I looked down at that phrase and reluctantly mumbled, 'jack falls up
the mountain'.
Mom blinked several times, lowered her raised foot, and then turned to
me with an odd expression on her face. "You found it." It wasn't a
question and it was obvious what 'it' was. Not having thought of it,
a part of me had imagined that mother would not remember what had
happened while in her trance.
A nod from me was the only response.
Mom lowered her eyes and asked softly, "Please keep it safe honey? I
had thought it lost and feared who may have found it." She probably
had hopped it was long destroyed years ago, I should think!
The desire to make amends to my parent, if only for delving into her
secrets - things that no child should be party of with his parent -
caused me to consider ripping the photo into pieces.
"I will do as you commanded honey, but please understand that your
father and I...", she did not finish.
"What is it mom, what about dad and you?"
"Things may not be able to be 'fixed' in my marriage honey and I don't
want you to get your hopes up."
Mother and I strode together back into our home, two photos now in my
hand. "You remember everything when your are zoned out mom?"
"Only if I am not told to forget it."
We ended up in the kitchen, left over roast beef set on the table. I
sat down and mom brought over the gravy and then sat across from me -
all done after washing her hands and knees with a washcloth from the
sink. For the first time since initially coming out of her trance she
looked at me openly. Obviously, we were going to have a frank
discussion.
"Grandpa forced you to do terrible things didn't he mom?"
She nodded, "Sometimes yes." That was a shiver I saw roll across her
shoulders - did I not say that mom was still scared of her father,
dead these last five years?
"Did he hurt you mom?"
"He often liked to spank me." Her face was turning red in probable
shame.
"Grandpa ordered you to never like sex?"
She nodded negatively at that question, "Oh, he liked for me to enjoy
sex most of the time. It was only just before he died that he gave me
that last command." And he did it only to be mean, I should think.
What a fucking bastard!
A cavalier thought came to me at that moment, "I could undo the damage
mom?"
She frowned slightly, "What do you mean Darren?"
"I could order you to forget all your bad memories and I could even
order you to like sex again."
She stood suddenly, taking her barely touched plate to the counter.
"Not all the memories were bad Darren."
And the order to like sex again? After a few moments of awkward
silence I apologized, "I'm sorry mom - I never intended to say that
phrase."
She just stole an odd look at me before starting to make a plate of
food for dad for when he got home late tonight.
With her back facing me, it gave me the chance to notice how my middle
aged mother looked. Here was a woman that had lived a life that I had
not even considered, one that was done involuntarily by her own
father. He was a bastard to do this to his own daughter. In that
picture she looked so young, so tiny, so innocent. Now, she was a
rather plain softly padded woman. Of course she was my mother and I
loved her terribly and it mattered not how she looked. Yet she was
much more than I had ever considered - her life much different that I
would have guessed. Standing there before me was a woman and not just
my parent - and to me she is nothing less than beautiful.
"'Jack falls up the mountain'". Mother froze with the fridge door
open. "Close the door mom and come sit back down at the table." I
realized I was getting used to her robotic movements when under the
influence.
She did as I had instructed, starring into the middle of my chest.
"Will you have sex with dad tonight mom?"
"If he is willing, yes."
"Will you enjoy it?"
"I do as commanded."
A sigh escaped my lips. "And if I had not commanded you to enjoy it -
would you?"
"No." Too quick an answer.
"Why not?"
"Sex scares me."
That surprised me. Still being a virgin, I was knowledgeable enough
to realize that there was not much to be scared about during sex. I
was not sure how to continue that line of questioning so changed the
subject. "What was your first thought when you awoke and realized I
had found grandpa's command phrase mom?"
"That you will be my new master."
"Your 'master'?"
Silence.
"Do you mean you thought I would use this power", for a lack of a
better word, "to have sex with you?"
"Yes."
I sat back in my chair and took a deep breath - it was the conclusion
that I had not allowed myself to consider, at least with mom. "I
could command you to do things with me couldn't I mom?"
"As you command."
"But you would not enjoy them unless I order you too?"
"Yes." Strangely enough, her answer held not a small amount of
disappointment. I tried not delve too deeply into why that was.
This whole line of questioning was making me feel rather warm and
nervous. Here we sat at the kitchen table talking about having sex
together. This was my mom for shits sake!
"Do you want me to order you to enjoy sex with me mom?" The question
just sort of blurted out and I immediately told myself to scrub
mother's memory of this one.
"Yes."
What?
"Do you want me to order you to enjoy sex with dad mom?"
"No."
"Are you saying you want to have sex with me?" My voice cracked from
the strain of the moment.
"As you command." I was hating that fucking statement already.
"'Jack falls up the mountain'".
Mother immediately stood up from the chair and went to the counter and
faced the sink, her arms crossed over her chest and as she began to
sob.
Her anguish broke my heart and I rushed to her to wrap my arms about
her shoulders in an innocent hug. Mom tensed and I realized that she
may have thought this was some kind of pass at her. I could do that
now, I realized yet again, she had even admitted that she wanted me
too... in an odd sort of way.
"I'm a little confused mom, can you tell me outside your trance what
this all means."
Mom took a deep breath as one hand came up to grasp the outside of one
of mine own. "I... I hardly know myself Darren." I should guess not,
grandpa had control of most of her adult life!
"Try mom! I'm starting to think you want me to turn you into some
kind of sex slave or something?" Truth be told I had more questions
than answers right at that moment.
I felt a definite shudder run through mother's body at that statement.
Mother slowly turned around within my arms so that we were facing each
other. Being only fifteen, we are also the same height when she wore
no heels. Her eyes were red and blurry with tears and her lower lip
looked red where she bite it too hard. "Since your grandfather died I
have been able to do a lot of thinking." She paused but I was not
about to interrupt. Mother wrapped her arms around my waist. "When I
was a teenager, I hated how your grandfather treated me - used me.
But I knew no other life - was not allowed to date or meet anyone not
approved by dad first. Then I married a man your grandfather chose, I
was ordered to have a single child but father continued to use me
without your father knowing. I was ordered to enjoy his touches while
denying my husband." She took another deep breath. "Sex to me is
being ordered to do something, perhaps something I don't even like or
want, and even being ordered to enjoy. Your father can never be that
person because he lacks something that you have in your possession."
Her eye likes blinked and her pupils sparkled suggestively.
It was the pause that I needed to ask, "I could give dad the photo and
the phrase mom?"
Mom held her breath for a second and then nodded negatively - denying
me this suggestion. She wanted me to keep this a secret between us!
"You want me to control you mom?" What I really meant was 'order you
to fuck me'. God, I can not believe the path that lead us to be ended
up in this place!
Mother's head turned enough so our eyes locked. "When your
grandfather controlled me, I lived a life of bliss - and loved what I
was ordered to love - my body and my mind were well satisfied in all
respects. It was between these times, when I had been given the
luxury to think on my own that I understood and resented what he was
doing to me." Her body turned towards me, my arms now holding her
about the waist as hers rose to wrap about my neck. "It is the only
pleasure", she means 'sexual' pleasure of course, "that I've ever
known. And though I'm scared to death that you found the phrase I am
looking forwards to the pleasure I know it could bring."
Mom was searching my eyes, trying to read and perhaps anticipate this
admission. There was no doubt, she wanted me to use this 'power' to
control her, to turn her into some type of sex object for my personal
gain. She had blatantly stated that she was anxious for when I
ordered to her to gave sex with me - it being the only time in her
life to enjoy such intimacy. To this fifteen year old virgin, hearing
this was tantamount to the second coming!
"'Jack falls up the mountain'". She froze, as I knew she would,
looking up into my eyes, our arms about the other. "When was the last
time you and dad had sex... make love mom?" Oddly, I felt less
nervous about talking about sex with mother - perhaps it was because I
now held all the cards. She had given me the power, not this simple
phrase, as I was prepared to destroy or give it away. Mother had
confided in me to use this power, to force the only pleasure she had
ever known upon her.
"Eighteen months ago." That shocked me, as a teenage boy who rarely
stopped thinking about sex, marriage to me often meant a constant sexy
fuck-partner.
"Starting tonight, and once a week from now on you will offer dad sex.
Anything he wants, as long as it is within the privacy of your room.
My earlier commands on this topic are no longer valid. Okay mom?" I
considered a more frequent occurrence, since once a week seemed
incredibly harsh - but I guessed my parents were old and would not
want to be sex demons.
"As you command." Notice I did not order her to enjoy it?
"Grandpa's restriction regarding your enjoying sex is now gone." Sex
with men... I wonder if mom had had lesbian affairs since it was
obvious that she was allowed to still enjoy that type of sex?
"As you command."
I looked deeply into her green eyes, as if for the first time, and
liked what I saw. She was mine for the taking - and mother wanted me
to use her, to bring pleasure back into her life. Can you phantom
what this meant?
"Mom you will remember nothing else until you come out of your
trance."
"I will remember nothing."
Still frozen looking into my eyes I slide my hands up mother flanks
and towards her front to grasp her large round soft breasts over her
clothing. There was no mistaken the hard nipples thrusting through
the fabric. Was mother excited? It was the first breasts I had ever
touched and they were different and better than I had ever fantasized
about. I wondered what other 'programming' grandpa had left within
his innocent daughter - though my excitement was rising that that
answer will need to wait for another day. The strain on the front of
my jeans was near painful as I thrust it boldly into mother's crotch.
She did not move.
I could have her right now - any way I can imagine! She will enjoy it
because I can order her to enjoy it... or would she enjoy it
regardless if I gave her the order to do so?
Mom had admitted to disliking sex - but I had heard more than that, I
had heard that she needed and wanted sex, but had disliked having been
forced to enjoy it. Sounds all very confusing right? What if I did
not order mom to enjoy it - I believe she would anyways.
Forcing my mother to have sex with me was a wild thought, very kinky.
Having sex with my mother, willingly, was nothing less than amazing.
There was little doubt that as I grow older I will find a girlfriend
and then a wife, I would experience sex in different ways with each
woman that I discover. Having sex with my mom had to be altogether
different right? She was nearly triple my age, heavy set, wrinkles
and wore boring old-woman clothing. Yet to have her anxiously and
willingly enjoy sex with me was mind boggling. It was, simply put, an
opportunity that I could not pass by!
She was still in her 'command-mode' state I remembered. "Mom, I am
not going to order you to have sex with me nor am I going to order you
to enjoy it if we do." I may at another time though, I thought with
malicious good nature. "You will not remember these commands but you
will believe that I had ordered you to have sex with me and to enjoy
it. Do you understand?"
"As you command."
"I do order you to keep anything that happens between us a secret."
"As you wish."
"You will love and protect me and our relationship will forever be
your greatest treasure." Whatever that relationship entailed - I was
beginning to treble in anticipation.
"As you command."
"I want you to tell me how you feel, to be honest with me at all times
and never be scared of me." I remembered her negative response
whenever grandpa's name came up.
That was good for now - my body was trembling randomly in anticipation
for what I had only dared fantasies about prior to this moment. And I
had never imagined it like this, and with my own mom!
My hands moved inwards from her deliciously inviting breasts and
unbuttoned her flowered-patterned blouse to her navel. I wanted her
to think we played while she was in her trance, and since she would
not remember, she could fill in the blanks.
Pulling aside the edges of her blouse, I opened it enough to see the
front of her thick ugly white brassiere - the hard nipples thrusting
through. With thumb and forefinger I roughly twisted and yanked on
the nipple through the undergarment until mom would probably feel my
finger prints still on her breasts when she awoke.
I stepped back and removed my hands from her, hers falling to her
side. "'Jack falls up the mountain'".
Mother blinked rapidly several times before looking down at her
exposed chest and then back at me. Her face started to turn red but
her eyes sparked with a new inner blaze. "Kiss me mother." She
swallowed nervously before taking that step forwards, wrapping her
arms back round my neck, leaning in and pressing her moist full lips
to my own.
The kiss was gentle yet passionate - slowly building up in intensity.
Within a single moment, it had already surpassed my most memorable
make-out sessions with girls that I had gone out with. It left me
breathing heavily and trembling frequently now. Mom pulled away
enough so that our noses nearly touched but enough so that she could
ask, "How would you like me honey?" Her face was completely flushed
and I felt her trembling before me.
"When does dad come home mom?" She blinked once and I knew that some
of her excitement weaned off with the thought of my father. Evidently
things were not well between them - will her having sex with him help
or hurt their relationship?
With a quick look at the clock above the sink, "In an hour and a
half."
"Not much time." Her eyes looked surprised and then quickly changed
to excited.
"No, not much time at all is there?" Again a kiss, but this time she
thrust her body in against my own. She ground her covered crotch into
my own, obviously enjoying the hardness pressing into her body. My
hands went around her and grasped her large round ass possessively,
roughly. It was soft, while firm, and oh so sweet!
Mother was panting when I pulled away from her. I could bare speak
from excitement, "My room mom?"
Mom reluctantly stepped back and took one of my hands and slowly lead
me deeper into the house, towards my room. I could see that she
looked as excited as I, her whole body was vibrating!
As soon as we stood amongst my organized mess of a room, mother
started to roughly yank my clothing off like she was possessed. When
finally my underwear dropped beneath my crotch she stopped and just
starred at my hard teenage penis. Mother starred without blinking for
a long while, almost as if she were again in a trance, while licking
her lips hungrily. I had to look away, or I feared I may explode in
orgasm even before being touched by this woman - she looked so sexy
with my hard cock in the forefront of her face.
Finally she looked up and asked in a very thick raspy voice, "May I
suck you master?"
'Master'? I like. "Take your clothing off first mom." I would have
enjoyed doing this myself, but my body was trembling like a leaf and I
knew there would be many future times to enjoy such an action.
Mom stood quickly, but carefully, back to a standing position. The
clothing was practically torn from her body and was in no way an
erotic striptease. Mother was getting naked, probably as anxious for
sex as I. Hell, how many years since mother has had a man and enjoyed
it - at least since grandpa died?
Her nipples were dark pink and very wide and I loved how they hung low
upon her chest. When her pussy came into view I starred in pure
rapture - very thick but naturally, I think, sculptured into an
inverted triangle. I fought a desire to drop to my knees and thrust
my face into its mysterious depths! More time for that later! Her
body was soft and curvy - a body built for pleasure rather than style
or speed.
Mother saw my glaring eyes, seemed to enjoy the audience to her mature
nude body - she rushed forward to wrap me into her arms, her lips
pressing into my own, her tongue shoving into my mouth. This time
when she pressed her sex to my own, I could feet the warm scratchy
bush upon the underside of my hard cock.
I could feel her need and it fuelled my own virgin desires.
Mother guided me back to the edge of the bed and shoved me gently down
- I fell upon my ass and elbows, looking up at her wild-eyed hungry
gaze. She advanced upon me anxiously and knelt on either side of my
hips, her hand grasping and holding my hardness directly upwards.
Numb from all emotion, I watched mother's body descend towards the
pink head of my penis - a drop of my desire had already escaped from
the tip and was sliding down my shaft in expectation.
Just before I felt our joining, I saw the pink flowered wetness behind
the thick dark bush of mother's sex. I watched as the head of my
penis was easily devoured into that new void - the heat and wetness
resembling nothing out of fantasy.
Mother suddenly gasped, even as our bodies were fully joined, froze
and then started to jerk and squeal. I lay still beneath her watching
as my parent orgasmed upon my hard shaft. An amazing sight, a sight
that I guessed nothing would ever be outdone for the rest of my years.
Her sex was contracting, milking my cock as she thrashed above me - it
was all it took to set me off as well. My cock jerked and shot again
and again into the depths of mother's hot wet sex. Her squeal turned
into a full scream as her head fell back onto her shoulders. How
could the neighbours not hear her?
Then it was over - mother collapsing upon my chest heavily. My cock,
still inside that sloppy wetness relaxed, though not enough to fully
soften. Had we both been so desperate for the other, or simply just
for any kind of sex, that our joining had lasted less than a moment?
Hell, you could not call that fucking - not a single stroke was
obtained before release!
Mother was mumbling into the side of my neck - her voluptuous soft
flesh warm and slick to the touch - she kept saying, "... oh god...!"
What we had just done blew my mind! My mom and I had just fucked.
The woman that I had considered a cold distant person, yes who had
cared and raised me, was a hot passionate fucking machine! I had not
ordered her to want to have sex with me, though it was within my power
and expected, I had not ordered her to even enjoy it. Yet it was
obvious that she did enjoy it - it was obvious that years of forced
celibacy had taken its toll, like a bottle of carbonated pop shook up
before opening, it had exploded from her with a passion and need that
I had never experienced in my short life.
Gently I rolled her over enough to slip out from beneath mother. Her
only response was to moan with loss when my still-hard penis slipped
sloppily from her depths. With her laying upon my bed, on her
stomach, one knee bent, her eyes closed and her mouth sucking air
anxiously like a fish - I advanced.
Kneeling over the straightened leg, I pressed my hardness towards
where I thought it should go. The first try was embarrassing and I
ended up slipping up into the grove of her full ass cheeks - finding
them slippery with juices. Mother helped after that, arching her back
and thrusting back her hips so that I saw that pinkness like a
bulls-eye between her soft pale thighs. My cock kissed it gently
before my arrow sunk deeply into her cunt.
Mother came alive again, though without the intensity or rushed
desperation of our earlier joining, and opened her eyes to look at me
over her shoulder. Those green eyes were filled with love and lust
and I knew she was not under any form of control right that moment,
this was all natural and the fact of which turned me on immensely.
Holding one hip, I watched myself move in and out of mother's hot wet
cunt - a deliciously naughty and sexy sight. She was pressing back
against me with precision but that lacked the desperation of earlier.
This was fucking... now I can truly state that I am no longer a
virgin. I felt triumphant as well as strangely empowered.
Mewing sounds escaped from mother's lips and her green eyes looked at
me over her shoulder with an indescribable state. Sloppy echo sounds
escaped from where we were joined - a sound that I had never conjured
up in my most descriptive of fantasies. And the smell! Something
sweet and earthy, a scent that would forever cause me to remember it
when I thought of this moment.
The sounds coming from mother's mouth were more whimpers and gasps as
she clawed at the top of my bed while pressing herself anxiously back.
I watched the skin of her back, glistening in sweat, dance in a
hypnotic rhythm.
This was all mine - anytime - any way I could imagine!
She said grandpa liked to spank her ass - I could tell why, it was so
big and round while being white but oh so very delicious. I loved how
it bounced and danced as each of our bodies clashed together.
Mom did not look like a teenager, and would look ridicules if told her
to dress like one of my peers, yet I found her intoxicating and oh so
very sexy much to my bewilderment. And she was all mine!
There would be blow jobs, spankings... and I would like to try tying
her up, perhaps try tasting that place between her legs or even anal
sex! Nothing was denied me sexually - the fact that it was with my
own mother just heightened the pleasure.
That grunting I heard was my own rising excitement - this was just all
too fucking magnificent!
Having already filled her cunt with my come, I pulled out at the right
second and watched as I pumped and shot my seed all over mother's back
and big white sexy ass and even a few drops into her thick head of
hair.
Then it was over and I was falling onto my side next to my sweaty
exhausted looking mom. Our eyes met and a part of me wanted to keep
the initiative at this moment - to exert my dominance over the woman
that had controlled my very life from the moment of my conception. A
hand slipped the short distance between us, the palm graping that
large heavy sweaty breast possessively - she is mine, the message I
wanted to convey.
Mom giggled at that moment, a sound I had never heard nor thought to
hear from her. She was again that little teenage girl, her father's
toy, again in my eyes as well as her own. "I am glad you found that
old picture from your grandfather Darren - I'm even happier that you
decided to use it." Mom meant that I used it to fuck her!
The open palm slipped down allowing the thumb and forefinger to take
her still hard nipple and twist it gently.
What would she say if I revealed the fact that I had not used my new
found control over her to force her to have sex with me? She had
succumb to me on her own, she had orgasmed earlier all on her own.
All that I had done was recognize, and remove, the right old bastards
barrier to her pleasure - her own desires then kicked in.
There was something positively delicious in knowing that I had the
power and chose not to use it, that mother had unwittingly submitted
herself regardless.
Mother then frowned and I thought I may have hurt her breast with my
possessive touches. Instead she seemed to collect herself before
asking demurely, "It was different with you honey... almost raw...?"
She was questioning the fact that she had sex without the forced
control of pleasure - and it had felt different to her in some way.
"Did you enjoy it mom?"
Her frown turned into a wide unrestricted smile, "I loved it honey!"
There was no doubt in my mind that she meant it. And playfully she
smirked, "You are just as bad as your horny old grandfather!"
With a shock, I realized she was right! I am just like that right old
bastard!
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Title: Old Age Sucks
Keywords: mF, mat, teen, inc, grandma, son
Author: Caesar
Summary: Grandma is getting a little old, and when she starts thinking her grandson as her husband...!
Changes: Adding Chapter 2.
There was a young fellow named Pell
Who didn't like cunt very well.
He would finger or fuck one,
But never would suck one--
He just couldn't get used to the smell.
Old Age Sucks
by Caesar, copyright 2005
Edited by Isaac Newton, circa 2006, Revision 1.5
$Revision: 1.10 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $
Chapter I
Beneath the wide-brimmed, feather-adorned hat, grandma squinted
towards the sea, with a sad, melancholy, distant smile upon her face
and her lips tightly clasped.
I hated when mom ordered me to stay with grandmother ("It's your
turn!" she had barked out of frustration). I had so many better
things I would rather be doing. My family only had another three days
left of our vacation and I hated the fact that I was losing a whole
day to baby-sitting my half-senile old grandma.
She really wasn't so bad, of course, but what teenager wants to be
stuck with his grandparent on a day such as this?
Moments before, I had retrieved a large glass of water for her from
our cottage across the sand. Now Grandma was humming an ancient tune
absentmindedly, drinking from that sweating glass of water, holding it
precariously in one hand. She so often did this - obviously zoning
out, thinking about her past.
Why did mom have to bring the old lady on our family holiday anyways?
Of course, I already knew the answer because I had asked it out of
frustration before we ever started: "Because your aunt and uncle took
her the previous two summers and now it is my turn to take care of
her." I had even listened to the argument between my parents numerous
times. That's how I knew dad felt the same way as I did.
The magazine I had been browsing lost what little interest it held,
and I wished like hell I could be out chasing that girl I had met the
other night, down by the pier. Long limbs, fantastic hair and tits to
die for! And she seemed to laugh at my every joke, her eyes never
straying far from my own.
Instead - here I was!
Grandma stopped humming and mumbled something incoherent. The only
thing I picked up was my grandfather's name, "James". Staring at the
pale wrinkled flesh of grandmothers face I saw that tears were gently
rolling down her flesh. Her eyes, however, had not moved from that
point out past the shore line.
Maybe I could get her back into the cabin to take a nap in her room.
Then I could at least jack off. Not as great as chasing that girl,
but at least there would be some relief to this desire within me.
With the old lady, mom, dad and two younger sisters all within a small
three bedroom shack that dad had rented for our vacation, it was a
most difficult task to do 'it' with the frequency that I was
accustomed to at home.
"Granny... do you want to go back into the cabin? Its getting pretty
hot out right now." Which was true - it was supposed to go over
thirty, even down here by the water in the breeze. Did the
desperation come out in the sound of my voice? Go to bed, old woman!
Without waiting for an answer, I reached out and took grandmother's
soft fleshy arm and helped her into a standing position. Then, I
started gently leading her back towards the cabin a short ways up the
beach. Through it all, I was acting the part of the loving, patient,
grandson that I had not even wanted to try out for.
'Perhaps, if she goes to sleep, I could even go for a swim after
jacking off? Mom can't expect me to watch the old lady every minute,
right?'
Grandma was not a large woman. She was small of frame and her weight
was slight, although she had abundant soft curves. I easily led her
up the beach towards our cabin, even though she had trouble with her
balance on the uneven beach.
At one point I over-compensated in guiding grandmother over a
washed-up piece of gray drift wood and my hand enclosed her far breast
before I pulled it away as if it burned.
Gross!
Grandma, though, started to hum that damned song again - at a faster
beat than before. She never said a word about the accidental grope.
Seconds later, she nearly fell over a small hole in the sand, probably
dug the day before when my sisters were digging for shells, and jerked
forwards so that I was forced to save her again. As she came back to
a standing position one of her hands bumped into the front of my
swimming trunks directly over the crotch.
She mumbled, "... you are so good to me, James..." Her hand reached
up to her shoulder and dragged my larger masculine hand down to cover
her breast!
To say the least, I was shocked and quickly looked up and down the
beach to make sure no one could see what had just happened. I then
pulled my hand away, but grandma soon retrieved it mumbling, "... I
miss your hands on me, James..." Her first placement of my hand on
her breast could almost have been interpreted as non-sexual, simply a
way any loving people that have lived together might act; the second
placement could never have been perceived in this light. Clearly, she
thought I was grandpa and that we were alone!
I tried to accelerate our snail's pace up the beach to the cabin; I
needed to get out of sight before someone saw what was going on. In
spite of the focus on making progress, my mind grasped that I was
holding a large, soft breast. I had given up trying to release the
cloth-covered flesh for two reasons. One, she was being firm about
returning my hand to her chest, and two, the teat was the first that I
had ever held and my adolescent curiosity overcame my
morality. Through the thin summer dress and the thick harness of a
brassiere beneath, I could even feel the nipple harden and press into
my sweaty palm. My body, and that place between my legs, cared not to
whom it belonged nor even the age of the boob in question.
This fact, that my body was responding to my grandmother's body in
this way, shocked me nearly as much as it began to excite me.
Embarrassment overshadowed both emotions.
I opened the cabin door, and grandma turned as we entered our
temporary abode, wrapping her arms about her grandson's neck and
pressing herself against me. "Thank you, honey!"
Did she mean me or grandpa? Grandma had never been this loopy before
- perhaps she did have too much sun today!
Then she very suggestively ground her crotch and round soft stomach
into my groin before slowly moving away. There was no mistaking her
action; there was no other way to justify or to over-read what she had
just done. She was expressing a sexual interest in the person who had
walked her across that sand with his hand on her breast, and that
action, as pitiful as it sounded to me at the time, was the most
sexual act of my youthful life!
I stood in the doorway, stunned at how familiar grandma had been with
me - holding my hand to her breast, grinding herself into me.
Regardless of whether she thought I was her long dead husband of many
years or not, her actions were simply shocking. She was my
grandmother; she was OLD; she wasn't supposed to have these feelings
anymore. My mind shouted for me to rush out of there, to run away as
fast as my bare feet could carry me!
Grandma moved out of my strong arms to the ancient, florescent-green,
dusty couch and sat down facing me. She wore a rare smile, her eyes
distant but staring directly at my crotch. Knowing that my excitement
had to be obvious was embarrassing to say the least! "Why don't you
come over here, James, and let me take care of you before the kids
return?" Her smile turned up at the edges slyly and suggestively.
I wanted to turn away, wanting to rush out of there. These last
moments already felt like an episode from the Twilight Zone.
Grandma's old, brown-spotted, wrinkled hands came up and began to undo
the buttons of the flowered top of her dress. I could see that her
hands trembled slightly, though I did not understand enough at this
moment to realize why.
I watched as though I was not in my body, as though this was happening
to someone else. The old woman pushed the top of her dress down off
her shoulders to expose her huge bosom covering by that ugly white
harness. It was not the first time I had seen such a sight, having
seen mom this way before, but it was one more shock after all that had
already transpired that afternoon.
I was just taking a breath to speak up; I needed to tell the old woman
that she was confused, that grandpa was dead these long
years. Instead, just as my mouth opened, her hands reached smoothly
behind her back a few seconds and the white elastic straps slid off
her shoulders. Two large, very pale, soft-looking mounds of flesh,
each topped with a wide leathery brown nipple, came into sight as her
bra slid down to her waist. Grandma raised her eyes from my crotch
and said, "Come and put some more cream on my titties, James? I know
how you love that."
The sound of my bare feet slapping loudly on the hollow wooden
floorboards was the first indication to my conscious mind that I was
moving towards my own grandparent. I told myself over and over that I
was just going to cover her back up, while my mind screamed for me to
run away.
It was not to be.
Grandma had different ideas and spread her knees just as I stepped up
to her. The loose summer skirt spread to the point that I could see
the white cotton of her panties between the soft white thighs beneath
the hem of her clothing.
She then reached out and grasped the bulge at my crotch!
Frozen in place, I stood mute and watched as my old grandparent pulled
down my shorts to expose my half-hard penis. Not only was this a
warped image of all my reality to that date, it was way beyond my
innocent experiences and I felt helplessly in thrall to the growing,
throbbing muscle between my legs.
Then grandma did something that I would never forget for the rest of
my life - she leaned forwards and took my penis into her mouth!
Blood rushed from my head and I felt like fainting, even as I realized
my cock was expanding quickly to full size while grandma sucked on me
almost hungrily.
'This is it! This was what a blow job feels like!' I thought as I
steadied myself from falling.
Grandma, though, was bouncing her head back and forth, her lips
wrapped firmly against the throbbing hard shaft of my dick. She
certainly was not afraid of a penis, unlike most girls my own age.
Her saliva now coated my hard cock and was beginning to drip down her
chin.
Her mature, familiar face now looked different, and a wave of emotions
rolled through me as I started to pump my hips in time to her sucking.
'How many times did she do this for grandpa,' I thought jealously? It
was the most erotic and fantastic moment of my life. Our age
difference no longer mattered; what mattered was that my cock was
getting sucked by a woman clearly talented in the act, and it loved
every second!
Her lips came off just long enough to gasp breathlessly, "Come all
over my fat titties, baby! You know it helps them grow!"
My hips accelerated and I felt embarrassment that I obviously was not
going to last as long as the guys in those porn movies I watched. I
know, I know. But the oddest things can go through one's mind at the
strangest of moments - and this had to be one for my personal record
books!
Looking past her hungry mouth and my thrusting hips, I could see that
her aged hands were holding up those large breasts as if presenting
them to me. Did she really mean for me to...?
Just that thought was a sufficient catalyst to cause the inevitable
eruption, and my dick began to spurt violently inside grandmother's
mouth. She gasped and I saw a string of sperm hanging from the roof
of her mouth to her chin. She quickly moved her face back so that her
grandchild's cock's continuing jerks and spits were outside her mouth
and sprayed all over her pale, soft tit-flesh again and again.
Grandma watched the whole thing wide-eyed and smiling, obviously
delighted with the outcome.
I gasped and watched all this in amazement, still feeling like the
third person at this little incestuous event. As soon as my final
shot of sperm jerked violently from the head of my cock, my other
senses seemed to take on a new level of awareness. The beach outside
was thunderous as the surf crashed rhythmically; the woodpeckers
behind the cabin were loud in their work; even the wind seemed to
serenade this moment. And the smells: the scent of the beach, the
faint odor from the dust and dirt of a thousand people that had
traveled through this room, even the distant smell of grandmother's
vanilla perfume.
Then the unmistakable sound of tires rolling up the sand and gravel
driveway seemed to overshadow all other sounds. My family! "Oh god,
it's mom and dad! Hurry, grandma, get dressed!"
My hands were already yanking my shorts back up over my rapidly
deflating, yet comfortably satisfied, dick. I had the time, even
during in my frenetic dressing, to comment to myself that a blow-job
was much better than the jerking-off I had been planning!
Grandma was wearing a dreamy little smile. Both her hands were
rubbing her grandchild's sperm into her tit-flesh as if it would,
indeed, cause them to grow. Had she finally gone over the deep end;
was she in her little private universe where Grandpa James and she
could do as they pleased?
What a fucking heel I was, taking advantage of her like that!
I heard the car stop out behind the rental cottage and then the engine
turn off. I was horrified that my mother should walk in and
understand what her mom had done with her child. The picture had to
be obvious! Hell, grandma had not found all the pearl-colored spots
of ejaculate to rub into her pale flesh.
Trying to be gentle, worried that I might bruise her, I grasped my
grandmother's upper arms and rushed her into her room. It was only
one of three bedrooms. If you work out the arrangements, you can see
that I was left to sleep on the couch, the same couch that grandmother
and I had just...! I closed the door, not even enjoying the sight of
grandmother yanking on her own tight, thick, sperm-coated nipples.
"James, honey?" Mom!
I rushed back to the front half of the small cabin to see my family
walking in with handfuls of shopping bags. Would mother wonder why I
was sweating profusely? One of my younger sisters rushed past me
towards the room she shared with our other sister. Suddenly I became
fearful and turned my head to ensure she did not open grandma's door.
"Did you and your grandma have a good afternoon, honey?" Mom did not
even look at me as she dropped the stuffed grocery bags on the
miniature-sized counter while dad did the same before leaving the
cabin, probably to get more of the same.
"My grandson and I had a great afternoon!" Grandma!
I felt like passing out when I first heard her voice, so I let my
shoulder drop against the side of the wall to stop myself from
falling. There, stepping slowly up behind me, was my grandmother. I
looked around, not knowing what I would see. Thank god! The top of
her dress was back as it should be and those great big white titties
were again out of sight.
With the stress of the moment, it had not hit me that grandma was no
longer delusional.
"That's great, mom." Mom shot me a sideways look before continuing,
"You look different mother... almost radiant... did you get too much
sun?"
Grandma stood aside to let her youngest granddaughter rush past her to
join her sister in their shared room. When she turned back to her
daughter, my mother, she was standing directly next to me. "No, I
think the son was perfect today - in fact, I hope to have more on this
trip!" My face felt like it was on fire from shame; did she mean what
I thought I just heard? I felt a rising fear that mother would put my
fiery face with grandmother's unusual perkiness and interpret her
statement as I had.
Mom, however, just frowned and then turned back to the bags of
groceries, reaching in to pull out two loaves of bread. "That's nice
to hear. James, I'm glad you took good care of your grandma today."
I could not say a word; my mouth was dry, and my lips were tightly
clasped, and my head again felt like it was spinning.
Grandma, though, answered for me with a light chuckle, "I think it was
more me taking care of my grandson today, but it's his turn tomorrow."
I suddenly felt grandmother's hand grasp one ass cheek outside of my
shorts. Mom could not see from her angle, but I turned my head in
confusion to see grandma wink at me. My mind was reeling and I was
fearful of discovery. I was just coming to think about the long-term
consequences of our actions, even as I realized that my grandparent
must have been faking her confusion and senility all along. What had
I gotten myself into? And more importantly, what did I want to try to
do about it?!
Chapter II
I awoke from a dreadful night of sleep. The couch, I cursed not for
the first time, sucked as a bed. The bright morning sun shone
painfully even through my closed eyelids. My hand, as normal, was
already fondling my morning-hard dick inside my boxers absentmindedly.
If not for the damned couch being in the middle of the only
non-bedroom in the cabin, I would have enjoyed a good-morning
jerk-off.
"Morning James."
Mom. "Hum... hi mom." I mumbled. I still didn't open my eyes -
instead, tactfully pulling my hand from my shorts and turning towards
the back of the couch, hiding my face.
She was moving around in the kitchen. "You missed breakfast. Did you
stay up late reading?"
Up late? Then it hit me, as I had been blissfully oblivious to the
horrors of my thoughts until this moment as I had lain awake in bed
deep into the morning. Had it really happened?
Rather than the dread and self-loathing of the day before, I chuckled
in light-hearted humor. I had gotten my first full blow-job -
witnessed two of the biggest pair of titties that I've ever seen -
then coated them with my sperm that had been sucked out of me by my
own grandmother. Just at the quick memory, my dick throbbed painfully
against the back of the couch where I had pressed it and I knew that
it did not mind what I had done the day before was illegal, immoral or
otherwise demented. Hell, my prick was hard and throbbing because it
wanted another blow job - but I knew that could ever be.
Even after my parents returned home after ejaculating all over my
grandmother's breasts, I was not sure if the old lady was senile or
not. Who had she sucked off - me or the husband that had died years
before? I tend to think it was me that she pleasured but realized it
may have been the both of us.
Getting my cock sucked had broadened my mind I realized with another
chuckle. There was no mistaking how happy grandma had been afterwords
- how she played with her granddaughters, spoke with her daughter
about happier moments in their lives and kept giving me little private
looks.
The fact that I slept on the couch within the same room that the
kitchen was in was testimony to how tired I was. Groaning I rolled
back to face out of the couch and forced my eyes to slowly open.
The first sight of my day was mom's legs moving past my vision, as she
gathered some of the cereal bowls my sisters had discarded. Before I
realized what I was doing, I was appraising my mother appreciate -
nice shapely legs, small feet, good even tan from hanging out at the
beach, best of all that round wiggling bottom beneath her loose
shorts. Within seconds of realizing what I was doing, I clamped my
eyes shut.
This was my mother for god sake!
I opened them again, and she was standing facing away from me at the
counter that comprised the sum of the kitchen. Yes indeed, I thought
with a grin, nice soft ass.
"Your father went out fishing again James."
My eyes slowly rose to see mother looking at me over her shoulder, a
frown on her brow.
"You could have gone with him if you hadn't slept in so late." She
turned away from me, looking almost disgusted.
I recalled that dad said I could go with him today and agreed too,
knowing that my father frequently found reasons not to be near his
family - especially with his wife's mother in attendance.
"As it is, I was going to take the girls to the water slides soon - do
you want to come?"
I sat up on the couch and held my head as if it were about to roll off
my shoulders. The first thought I kept to myself - where was grandma
going to be at this time? But obviously that she would be going with
mom and my sisters, as mom didn't like to leave the old girl alone.
"I think I'll stay around the cabin today mom."
Mom turned from the counter and strode heavily towards me. I could
not help but notice how her generous breasts bounced within her
tee-shirt - realizing with a jerk of my cock that they were
unencumbered by a bra. She pointedly ignored my gaze as she bent over
to retrieve my book and a water glass by the couch. I took the
opportunity to lean gently forwards and inhaled, experiencing mother's
familiar comforting scent.
She must have heard me because she stood up and glared at me for a few
lengthy seconds before spinning towards the counter again. "If you
don't want to spend any time with your family, then I will leave your
grandmother at home for you to watch." She was stating this sharply,
as if it were a punishment. Instead, my dick jerked in my pants and I
hoped I could have the opportunity for another blow job.
At that moment my two sisters came barreling out of their room down
the short hall, laughing and shouting as they rushed through the
little common room before leaving through the single front door with a
slam. Mother simply picked up a denim beach-bag by the door and
without a word towards me followed her daughters out of our cabin.
I sat in silence, knowing mom was following my sisters down the beach
to the small town and its many amusements.
Rather than dwell on why mother seemed to be pissed at me, instead I
wondered how her breasts looked naked.
Some minutes later I stumbled to the bathroom, not bothering to close
the sheet that acted as a door, as I pissed a long steady stream
awkwardly into the bowl. I say 'awkwardly' because my dick was still
hard - and even after pissing, did not relent.
Wearing only my boxer shorts, my hard cock obviously poking out its
front, I strode down the hall to the only close door. I suddenly felt
nervous and considered knocking - but something animal-like recalled
how the mouth felt the day before, how it was to be serviced and the
thought of submissively knocking seemed stupid. I reached out and
turned the doorknob firmly before pushing it open.
The first thing I noticed was the scent of an old woman - nothing
disgusting I assure you, just stale perfume, strange powders, flowers,
old clothing, soap. The next was the face that turned towards me from
the bed, the eyes moving slowly from my face down to my crotch where
my cock had not lowered from its recent piss.
Grandma was still in bed - perhaps she was feeling ill I thought
disappointed? Suddenly I felt stupid - like a child - did I just
think I could come in here and get a blow job just like that? She was
beneath the large blanket that she had brought from home - her hair
still entombed beneath the net she wore to bed.
Silently we stood there for some time - she just laying there starring
at the bulge in my shorts. I had no way to ask for oral sex - to even
ask her if I could see her big tits again. They had flashed through
my head again and again while I lay on the couch last night - and I
think I even dreamed about them in my sleep.
Grandma was the first to move, almost reluctantly turning her head
away from me, facing back to the wall by the bed - pulling the thick
blanket up to her chin.
I thought I was being dismissed - that the old girl was feeling
disgust at what she had done to me the day before. I was suddenly
feeling like a fool - wanted to run, to jump in the ocean and get
clean.
But then she slowly reached around and pulled the pink flowered
blanket up from the side of the bed. I watched mesmerized as the
blanket was pulled all the way past her hip, exposing her big round
bottom covered by the predicted white cotton nightgown. The hand
moved back and awkwardly pulled the cotton nightie up her thick thighs
and over her big pale fleshy ass.
There before me was a bare bottom intentionally exposed - and though I
had little experience in this area, I rather thought the sight
gorgeous. You could not tell the owner's age from just the white
smooth flesh - almost white in color, unblemished, smooth and soft
looking.
I knew my mouth was hanging open stupidly.
Grandmother wiggled upon her bed so that her knees were drawn further
up before her, pressing her ass back so that it lay over the edge of
the bed facings me. All that could be seen of her was that big fat
gorgeous ass and the back of her head with the stupid hair-net - the
rest hidden beneath the blanket.
I was still a little confused about what was going on until my
grandparent slide a hand around her raised hip and grasped her white
soft ass cheek and pried it apart from the other. An audible gasp
escaped from me, the sight of the hairless crack exposed - the pink
wrinkled anus, the puffy looking thick otter lips of her sex.
There was no doubt in my mind that she was offering herself to me.
I pushed down my boxers and stepped out of them without tearing my
eyes from my grandmother's big sexy ass which she continued to hold
wide for my pleasure. With a shit-eating-grin I stepped forwards, my
hand already grasping myself anxiously.
Falling to my knees directly before that exposed bottom I was suddenly
overcome with what actually to do. I couldn't just stick it in her
could I? Forget that she was my grandparent - wasn't it rude to just
go around poking someone without at least a more obvious invitation?
But if this wasn't an invite, then what was it?
My trembling hand reached out and grasped the raised cheek, finding it
warm smooth and as soft as I had expected. There was no reaction from
grandma.
No one would understand this would they? My friends would be
disgusted and I would be ostracized! Dad sickened and probably hate
me as much as he hated the old lady. Mom, what would she do if she
found out? The fact was - no one would understand? Do I?
My hand fondled openly, moving lower, bolder. My fingers slide along
the length of that warm and surprisingly damp crease and touched the
hard hot wrinkled anus - it tightening in initial response, then
pressing out and then relaxing. My index finger explored, and I was
thrilled with this intimacy - never before imagining a butt hole to be
so erotic. There was a light grease about the hole that allowed me to
ease my finger to the first knuckle within - she shivered in response,
but nothing else.
All too soon I abandoned that intimate location and moved higher upon
the path to what I knew to be nirvana - every teenage boys dream. The
fact that it was my grandmother was simply my little secret but it was
thrilling non the less.
My fingers found the crease of her sex greasy with thick juice, almost
hot. Fumbling with inexperience I pressed my digit between the
mysterious folds and found itself engulfed to my third knuckle within
my grandmother's cunt. I had found nirvana!
I felt the body before me shiver and press itself back towards me
almost anxiously. I wiggled my finger inside the hot wet sheath and
almost laughed out loud in joy - my first cunt!
Then for the next twenty seconds I fumbled and stumbled about behind
my patient grandparent, trying to put my hard dick in the hole my
finger had found. At the end of those lengthy seconds I took a deep
breath and cursed silently under my breath - I had not been able to
find the hole with the head of my cock. I looked up to see that
grandmother had not moved - still laying as an offering to me. My
hand pulled the edge of the blanket down so that I could see her face,
how her eyes were clenched tight - waiting.
Taking another deep breath I grasped my cock in one hand and this time
side the head along the greasy crack until it was slick, pressing
gently forwards with each swipe. This time when I moved my hips to
thrust forwards, my cock moved with ease into my own grandparent's
body.
This time there was a distinct reaction from my act as the old lady
gasped out sharply. I stayed within that hot wet place just enjoying
the new sensations with a wide smile.
Stupidly, I realized at that very moment that I was no longer a virgin
- the embarrassing dread of virginity was over, gone.
Pushing grandma's hand where it had been holding her ass cheek away
from the other, replacing it with both of my own. I took two full
handholds of flesh, my fingers sinking deeply into the aged woman
beneath me, and began to move my hips.
I never felt more alive - more a man than at any time in my life!
My hard cock was covered in her juices as I watched it move in and out
of the thick fleshy lips of her sex, the pink winkled inner lips
clinking to my dick almost possessively as it moved. Grandma's small
frame was bouncing on her bed with each of my thrusts - but I knew it
did not hurt her, rather she was grunting like an animal each time I
sunk within her. And without a doubt I knew she was enjoying this -
fuddled mind or not!
The thrusts of my passion were accelerating and I knew with
disappointment and excitement that I was not going to last much
longer. Grandma's body was bouncing over the the top of the bed,
beneath the blanket and she was sighing and gasping alternately.
A crazy thought came to my head and I wondered if grandma was having
sex with grandpa or me?
It didn't matter did it? Now right now - not while I was moving back
and forth inside her aged soft body.
It hit me right then, while I was still doing it - I was no longer a
virgin! I felt like shouting for joy but instead gritted my teeth and
fucked the old lady harder.
She whimpered as my cock began to shoot, jerking inside her hot wet
loose folds, and I felt like a god!
It was done and I stepped back to look at that big while ass leaking
fluid from her hairy vagina and down her pale fleshy thighs. Grandma
was comatose and I thought I could hear small snoring noses coming
from her.
That was when I heard a noise from the front of the small cabin, the
screen door opening and someone stepping into the front room.
"Hello?"
Mom!
I yanked up my boxers and rushed from grandma's room and down the very
short hallway to the common area, mom was frowning and looking at me
queerly.
"Hi mom. I was in the washroom."
She just nodded, "I forgot the sunscreen." My sisters burned easily
in the sun, even now after they were both golden brown. Mom strode
past me towards the bathroom when she stopped right beside me, her
nose wrinkling.
My heart stopped.
She looked at me intensely, "What have you been doing James?"
Real fear ran through me and I thought mom knew everything - how I had
been using my old grandmother in a selfish way. I was about to
apologize, I was about to beg forgiveness when grandmother's voice
spoke up a meter behind me.
"Are you finally out James? I thought my bladder was going to burst!"
I heard grandmother's feet shuffle towards the furthest small room
before hearing her weight press into the loosely bolted toilet.
Mother looked surprise at her mom's interruption, and perhaps she had
expected me to crack - I almost had. A wave of relief ran through me
- I had escaped, again! Yet I knew mother suspected something, the
way she was acting was proof enough.
She continued on her path past me, "Do you want to come with the girls
and I to the water-slides mom?" My mom was speaking through the
curtain that acted as a door for the bathroom while I stood at the end
of the hall and watched her dumbly.
"No dear, I didn't sleep well last night. You kids go and have fun."
Mom looked at me briefly and it wasn't the friendliest look she had
ever given. "Okay, James will stay with you today okay mom?"
"You worry too much dear - go and have fun."
Mom then asked for the sunscreen and grandma passed it through the
closed curtain. She then walked back down the short hallway to stop
next to me again, her voice harsh but hushed, "I don't know what is
going on James, but I know you are up to no good?"
My heart thumped dangerously but I knew I was safe, this time, from
discovery of my awful secret. "I'm not sure what you mean mom?"
She just squinted at me as if this was an old western and we were in a
gun fight. Mother then took a deep breath and left the small cabin
without another word or a look back.
As soon as she was gone grandma came padding out from the bathroom, a
dreamy smile on her lips and her eyes glazed and far away. She looked
at me with nothing less than love, "That girl! You should have taught
her to mind her own business when she was younger James?"
I nodded, realizing with a twinge of disappointment that I was now my
grandfather in her eyes.
Grandmother strode up to me and stood on her toes, arms wrapped about
my neck. Her lips came to mine and of all the things we had done to
date this shocked me the most. Her lips widened and her thick
slippery warm tongue forced itself into my mouth. It was one thing to
press my hard dick into her, kissing felt more personable and intimate
and I did not much care for it.
She kissed me passionately for a full minute before dropping back onto
her bare feet and looking up at me with love. "Can I make you
something for breakfast my love?"
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Title: Rejection Is But A Memory
Keywords: mF, teen, mdom, inc, mom, son, mat
Author: Caesar
Summary: Realizing how she had attempted to seduce her son while returning from a night out drunk, she wonders why he had rejected her.
There was a young parson of Harwich,
Tried to grind his betrothed in a carriage.
She said, "No, you young goose,
Just try self-abuse.
And the other we'll try after marriage."
Rejection Is But A Memory
by Caesar, copyright 2001
$Revision: 1.10 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $
When I attempted to open my eyes the room spun so fast I had to close
them again.
Trying to sit up caused a wave of nausea to threaten my existence and
I had to lay back down.
Every inch of my body hurt, including my fingers and toe nails!
How could I drink so much last night?
Oh god, make the morning sun go away, it is burning my eyes through my
eyelids!
Was that tribal drums pulsating through my head?
Oh god!
Reaching with one pain-filled hand, I reached over to the side of the
bed... empty. Thank god! I remember propositioning some guy last
night... his hands yanking my skirt and stockings off...!
Think... last night... think!
It was my birthday... my girlfriend, Jenny, making fun of my boring
life... loud music... and dancing with so many guys...!
I quickly rolled over in the bed and squinted just a brief second to
confirm... my room, thank god!
When was the last time I got so drunk? Sixteen... no fifteen when my
sister, her friend and I drank for the first time. Did it really feel
this bad back then?
I'm alone - ironic that I actually am thankful for that. I should be
used to being alone... in bed... six years after the divorce.
Think...!
I remember drinks... all sizes and so many colours. At first they
tasted horrid and burnt my throat... after the second hour it no
longer bothered me and I drank even more.
Some guy suck his tongue down my throat and felt up my ass as we
danced to music that was too loud to even distinguish individual words
in the lyrics. And... I let him! So embarrasing... I remember
pressing myself... grinding... into that faceless man's leg!
I tried to hear around the pounding in my head, in my ears, to see if
someone was in the next room - the bathroom.
Nothing.
At least I think there was no one close by. Perhaps my fear of
bringing a lost puppy home, in the form of a man, had not happened?
Then my best friend... yes, the same that poured all those drinks down
my throat... pulling the guy off me... thank god!
Jenny and I danced... and even drunk we were good... guys were
watching us... my friend was rubbing herself against me... kissing
me... her tongue licking the sweat between my clevage... what?
Nothing until the back of the taxi... Jenny laughing... telling the
driver to keep an eye on the back seat... her mouth finding mine
again... her hand slipping up between my stocking covered
thighs... under my skirt and into... oh god!
I remember grabbing her wrist with both my hands and shoving her in
and out of me... how many fingers had she used?
I truly have no idea.
Her tongue in my mouth the whole time... in and out... the taxi drive
lasting forever... me praying silently to orgasm, the first in nearly
a year, the first by another hand in nearly eight years!
How could I have felt such rapture with my own girlfriend... who I had
known for nearly twenty years? Believe me when I say such a thing has
never happened before... never even dreamt of such a thing...! Well,
at least not on purpose.
Then I was stumbling through the grass to my home and the front door
seemed to get further and further away. I must have fell... more than
once... laughter behind me... and turning to see Jenny stumble from
the back door to the front of the taxi... wearing nothing but her
black bra and black heels... the leering driver's white teeth as he
watched her slip in next to him.
Then they drove away... leaving me on the cold drew-wet
grass... feeling so lonely... so horny.
I must not have orgasmed... could not have. A single orgasm has
always eased the the pressure for hours... and drunk as I was, I would
have woken up on the lawn rather than in my own bed!
Minutes... hours... how long did it take me to crawl to the front
door... up the front of the door... my god...!
Joey!
Him holding me like a baby in his arms... my head on his
shoulder... his strong long strides causing me to feel nauseas for the
first time.
I was safe... home. In the arms of a man who I trusted impeccably to
take care of me.
But the loneliness could not be solved by being home... the throbbing
between my legs... the liquid feeling between my thighs dispelling my
nausea.
Oh my god... I began to kiss Joey's neck.
Small at first... but quickly turning to strong long wet
licks... sucking... his skin smooth but hard with muscle beneath.
I was whimpering into his neck, even as he carried me into my own
room... so helpless... so horny... "fuck mommy"...!
The pain in my head seemed to suddenly double with the memory.
Did he...? God damn... think... remember!
Setting me down on the bed so gently... softly... in total
control... I loved him so much... Jenny called him my 'Nordic God' and
he looked so good...!
The fingers of both my hands were locked behind his neck... not
letting him pull away... his ice blue eyes looking into mine... "use
me"...!
Then he relented... he must have, because he was too strong for me to
pull down... my mouth opened and my tongue slipped out to seek
his... but just before our lips touched he bent his head and slipped
away.
Moaning in desire... rolling onto my hip and rubbing my thighs
together... almost begging, "mommy needs you"!
A hard unrelenting hand grabbed one of my tiny ankles... my high heel
gently pulled off... but he does not do the other... and I begin to
cry... I had left my shoe in the taxi... while Jenny...!
The humiliation.
Strong hands gently rolling me onto my stomach... fingers fumbling
with the button to my wool skirt... then the loud sound of the short
zipper being undone echoing in my memory.
"Stop moving mom!" He meant my thighs, I was rubbing them together
like a horny little grasshopper.
His hands rolling me back onto my back... me feeling like a little
girl about to be fucked by her dream man... his eyes ignoring my
own... he was embarrassed!
Strong and steady... my sexiest skirt is pulled past the width of my
hips... down my legs. He is going to fuck me!
I felt such joy... a man... the only man in the world I could
trust... the man I had known his entire life and one who has never
failed me... my man! My 'Nordic God'!
Now he is staring at me... god I must have looked a mess... stockings
wet from the grass outside, my hair in disarray... my plain white
panties soaking!
I can't help squirming under that steel gaze... my body physically
needing his power between my legs.
Again his hands are upon me... he gently lifts each leg to roll my
soiled stockings off. His touch is magical... I ache for him.
When my sweater is pulled off... Joey being so tender, caring, as if I
were a child... ironic that our positions have reversed this
way... his eyes looking at my sexist bra, black lace and very
sheer... my dark nipples hard and pointing for him.
Standing at the foot of the bed... my darling son gazes at
me... looking at every inch of me... looking a very long time at my
breasts... at my hard nipples!
How proud a mother I was at that moment.
How so very excited... my thighs again rubbing roughly together in
anticipation... my sex actually feeling like a sea of my lust.
At no other time did I feel so desireable... so much like a
woman... so horny!
Then... I remember it like it was only moments ago... my beautiful son
turned and stalked out of my room... his hand hitting the light switch
on the way out... and I lay in the darkness... stunned.
I cried myself to sleep... feeling humiliated and pitiful.
-*-
For hours I lay, pained in the abuse of alcohol and humiliated in my
actions with my own child. And then there was my best friend, less
innocent perhaps, but still extremely embarrassing and I can not
imagine the next phone call with her.
And if there had been anyone we knew at that dance hall...! Yet, that
was unlikely, as we were at least ten years older than the average
age. Two old women looking for a good time... well, Jenny seemed to
have found it with the taxi driver. I imagine her morning may even be
worse than my own - having to face her husband!
The sun had risen past my window pane and thus, allowed a reprieve
which allowed me to open my eyes - abet, ever so slowly.
My room, just as I had left it yesterday - my birthday. Outside, a
beautiful spring morning.
Yet it wasn't a very nice morning at all.
I felt like warm chunky shit and I had attempted the most disgusting
of acts with my only child.
Is that not enough?
Well, add to that, humiliating myself in public and committing lesbian
acts with my best friend.
I'm sure there is more - just that the alcoholic haze hid all other
memories. Perhaps I should be thankful?
What was more humiliating; my unsuccessful attempt at seduction with
my only child or that he had refused me?
-*-
My home was quiet when I finally found the resolve to go down the
stairs to the kitchen. Joey must have gone out with friends - thank
god.
The coffee might have brewed forever and the Tylenol's taken their own
sweet time - but finally I sat at the breakfast table and drank the
vile brew while staring at a spot on the tiled floor. All the while
wishing that I could turn back the clock one day.
I was a miserable wrench.
-*-
It only hit me when I lay in my darkened bathroom, lit only with a
candle, and soaking in my tub did I wonder about the night before.
Why did Joey not take what I had offered him?
Trying to look at it coldly; I am still an attractive woman, I was
very passionate and even begging for him, and I was drunk. Even in my
mental haze, I remember those ice blue eyes staring at my covered
breasts - hungry for the dark points that lay beneath my sheer black
lace bra.
I know he desires me - and not just in last nights look. There are
the looks whenever I bent over, his eyes always drawn to my chest or
ass, and of course my soiled panties I found in his room at least a
year before. I tried to ignore it, passing it off to juvenile
hormones.
Yet it did fuel a little of my own fantasies, as much as I tried to
deny it, and thus what took alcohol to reveal my rawest desire. That
my son found me pleasant enough to lust, was a boost to my ego and
helped me pass through the time of my darkest loneliness.
Now, the next day, I wished that my 'Nordic God' had taken me the
night before, used my body to satisfy his own desires - I certainly
could have used it. It was a startling revelation, and makes his
denial all the more painful.
Right then, laying in slowly decreasing agony my sex throbbed
insistently. It wanted him still!
-*-
Joey did, finally, come home - late at night, as I lay beneath a quilt
on the couch watching an old black and white movie.
It is what I do when I'm feeling blue.
The back door was unlocked, opened, and then relocked. A few minutes
later, my tall blond son stood glowing from the television, staring at
its contents.
Why did you deny me honey?
Without looking my way, "How are you feeling mom?"
I groaned for effect, "Miserable."
A little smirk, "You were pretty drunk."
"I was completely pickled."
A grunt that was supposed to be a laugh. A lengthy pause and then the
question I know he very much wanted to ask, "How much do you remember
about last night mom?"
"Only small patches of things." I was not looking at the movie any
longer but at my tall beautiful son.
Finally the question, "Do you remember going to bed last night?"
"I think so... yes."
His head turned and in the dim room we shared a lengthy look and I
knew that my silence was thunderous. I should be angry, apologetic,
something - and we both knew it.
Joey moved to the foot of the couch and lifting both my feet, bundled
within the quilt, he sat down with my legs from the calf down upon his
hard strong thighs. One hand was casually draped over my knees and he
starred at the movie while I starred at him.
I had so many questions but found no voice to ask them.
His denial of me the night before was the most painful of humiliations
and now that I realized, or accepted, my lust for my own son I felt
like a homeless wench looking for a empty garbage bin to sleep for the
night.
He asked, without taking his eyes from the screen, "Would you like me
to rub your feet?"
Would I! "Certainly honey."
Fumbling through the quilt, he found my legs and threw the covering up
above my knees. And though I was wearing a huge tee-shirt and cotton
panties, the quilt hid all. My small feet had small cotton socks
covering them, to keep warm, but he quickly pulled each off.
I only watched him silently.
His eyes glued to the television he took one weary foot and began to
slowly rub and squeeze. It was very amateurish but thrilling to feel
his big hard hands upon me - trying to please me - and so it felt
wonderful. "Hum...that feels great honey."
When he switched, he dropped the completed foot onto his lap and my
heel hit what could only be a long rod of iron in his jeans. He felt
it as well, because his hands paused on the other foot and I was aware
of him holding his breath.
That lasted only a minute before he resumed rubbing my feet,
attempting to ignore that which I considered majestic and very
noticeable.
This was my son - the teenager that stole my soiled panties from the
laundry... and I was not so innocent to imagine he needed them for
anything less then to fuel his fantasies. He has looked on me often
enough with hunger and desire - and last nights open gaze... a shiver
ran through me at the memory.
My foot, still resting against his crotch, pulled back only a few
centimetres so that the length of that hard rod was along the in-step
of my foot. Again my 'Nordic God' froze and held his breath. I
didn't, I began to rub my foot back and forth along that hardness -
gauging the size, imagining the shape.
I pulled the other foot from his hand and slipped it down to the
first. My naked feet moved back and forth, rubbing along both sides
of his maleness.
I watched him the whole time, his eyes had closed and he seemed to
have trouble breathing.
I don't care what society says, this was right - he was right for me.
From my own loins I had produced the perfect man for me - one that I
can trust as well as love. The single person in this world I can
trust enough to give myself totally - and for this girl, that was no
small feat.
Finally, with me still rubbing him, Joey opened his eyes and looked
into my own. "Mom?"
Innocently, but I could not stop the small impish smile upon my lips,
"Yes honey?"
With difficultly, "What are you doing?"
Without a pause, "Showing you how much I love you." Silly boy.
"It feels good mom."
I know, his reactions were obvious, and I was thrilled - he desired
me. Last night was not my imagination, all these years of thinking
him spying upon me, stealing my panties, all validated. He had denied
me last night - I was a mess anyways - but it was time to atone for
that mistake. "I would do anything to make you feel good honey."
His eyes widened at that comment and watched me intently as I yanked
the quilt from my body and lifted my long tee-shirt to my navel. Even
in this darkened room, the glowing television was enough to reveal my
white cotton panties and his eyes were glued to that spot.
I can't believe how excited I was getting - never before had the
heights of my pleasure risen without some help in the form of a
finger, tongue, or that long forgotten touch, a cock. If there was
more light in the room, I'm sure the white cotton between my legs
would reveal its darkened dampness to my son's intent gaze.
When I said 'anything' I meant it - he could have told me to hump the
carpet and I would have done it. His silence surprised me for only a
brief moment but I reminded myself that my son was still a teenager,
and sexual aggression from his own mother was something I am sure he
has very little experience.
Taking one foot from him, I set it against his strong shoulder, I
spread my thighs enough to slip my own hand along the cotton over my
vagina. Even the feeling of my own hand, beneath the watchful eyes of
my 'Nordic God', was a delight. I rubbed my covered cunt with long
slow strokes, in time with my rubbing foot as I watched him watch me.
It was a magical moment - like a fantasy. A dream.
"Mom?"
"Yes honey?" I held my breath - here it comes - a command, his
desires revealed, to pleasure him. It could be more kinky as this
near-innocent divorced mother-of-one has ever thought of and I would
do it - for him. But what I pray for, what I wanted most, was for him
to be inside me! I cared not if it was in my mouth, my pussy or even
in my virgin ass. I just needed to feel him move his cock in and out
of my body - feel its boiling seed flooding my depths!
Two strong big hands grasped each slim ankle and gently lifted my feet
from him. What did he want me to do for him? Oh god, it was a
thrilling moment!
He set both feet flat onto the couch between us, my knees bent but
spread as wide as I could manage so that I could continue to rub
myself.
Joey then stood up effortlessly, standing there above me looking down
with the same gaze as the night before. And like last night, it
caused a fire to burn in my soul and my body began to ache for him!
Then my darling beautiful god turn and quickly strode from the room.
-*-
Humiliation does not seem to give justice to how I felt after that
moment. Strike two.
How could he leave me - I certainly felt his pleasure throbbing
beneath the soles of my feet. And then there was that look - and
though I may be delusional, that look was nothing but raw pure lust.
We never saw each other, though I heard him about our home, for that
day or the next. I went to work feeling lower than at any point since
my divorce, though I had physically recovered from my birthday.
I growled at my secretary and so it quickly got around to leave me
alone. Most of my co-workers thinking my foul mood was the effect of
ageing another year.
The next day, Jenny called. I could hear her embarrassment even as
she asked to go to lunch with me. I took a long deep breath and
agreed - though what happened between us was embarrassing, it was
minor compared to what I had done with my son... twice!
"I'm sorry about Saturday night?" She could barely look at me and a
malicious part of me was thankful I was not the only one feeling
miserable.
"You remembered?"
She nodded, her face bright red. Then she blurted out, as if to get
it off her soul quickly, "It was all so thrilling... the crowd
roaring... both of us looking so good... but I never planned...?"
I reached across the table and took her hand gently, the touch
surprising her.
Her eyes catching my own, and they held tears in them. "I don't want
to hurt our friendship."
"You didn't." She saw my soft smile and it seemed to calm her
greatly. I could not tell her that I had done much worse than she
had, that night and the next day as well.
It was not verbalized, but we are both adults - we knew there had to
be something there for what happened between us to transpire. Hell, I
had attempted to seduce my son because in my heart I desired him.
My eyes began to well up with tears as well.
Her hand squeezed me, "Oh baby", she often called me 'baby', "I'm so
sorry! I never meant to hurt you."
"Its OK Jenny." I pulled my hand back and used the cloth napkin to dry
my eyes. If she only knew what a low class slut I was, why I was
truly crying she may not be so sympathetic.
Looking around the busy restaurant, "Do you want to skip lunch and
talk for a while?"
I nodded, my pain still showing on my face, as my best friend lead me
out.
-*-
"All I did with him was give him a blow job."
I was shocked, but a little thankful that Jenny had not gone 'all the
way' with the taxi driver. My hazy mind can not even conjure the
drivers face or approximate age.
We both started to laugh hysterically.
Finally, "I lost a heel in the back of the cab."
She started to laugh again, "I forgot my panties!" I laughed along
with her.
"What about...?" Her husband of fifteen years.
Her laughing disintegrated, "He was sleeping when I got home... but I
think he is suspicious that something isn't right."
We were sitting in a secluded grove in the park, holding hands and
talking together like conspirators.
"I have not been so drunk since I was a kid."
"You were pretty wasted." Wasn't she? At least I had alcohol as an
excuse... the first time at least.
The seconds turned to minutes and the awkwardness grew between us and
I feared that what happened had indeed harmed our friendship.
Then Jenny leaned over and pressed her lips to my own. It wasn't a
kiss so much as a tentative exploration of feelings. I simply sat
still and stared at her in surprise.
She whispered, "Don't be angry with me baby." Her lips again touched
my own, the top of a slim tongue pressing between to fondle the front
of my teeth.
Never, not counting my birthday, had she acted so aggressive, so out
of character. Yet, I knew what it was like to desire and not be
reciprocated - to be humiliated in its denial. I too had attempted a
second time.
I kissed her back.
She is my best friend after all! I could not turn her down and
humiliate her how I had been.
And besides, if my son did not want me, and I had had very little luck
with men since my divorce, why not accept the one other person that
loved me and desired me? Did it really matter that that person was a
woman? I found her attractive, and had the odd lustful dream about us
in the past - it could work.
Our kisses were getting passionate - with mouths wide, tongues
duelling and saliva running. I had not been kissed like this, again
discounting my birthday, since the early years of my failed marriage.
Her hands were squeezing both of my large round breasts - Jenny, like
my son Joey, seemed to enjoy that part of me - possessively.
I allowed my hands to squeeze her thighs up to her hips. If she had
been standing I would have felt her tiny round ass - always in
contrast to my own wide load, and the part of her that I had always
found her most attractive feature. Up to this moment, it had only
been normal innocent female comparisons - yet everything seemed to
change once we act upon our animal desires.
Finally, like teenagers sneaking out to 'make out', we broke apart -
both panting and wiggling in frustration. Our eyes locked and she saw
my submission but not my unfettered desire.
"Remember the hotel down by the airport... the big red brick one?"
Where was she going with this, "Yes?"
"I will be there this Saturday at eight o'clock... waiting for you."
I nodded, understanding.
Reluctantly she added, "If your not there... I will understand."
I nodded again, understanding a little better this time.
At that moment I had no idea what my intentions were - but I knew I
could do much worse, and in the case of my ex-husband, I had, than
this loving caring sexy woman.
She leaned in and we shared a long gentle kiss - a kiss of goodbye, a
kiss as a promise of much more to come.
Time to get back to work, and we both laughed awkwardly as we walked
through the park back toward downtown.
-*-
The week was odd - between Joey and I attempting to miss each other to
Jenny doing the same, but for different reasons.
My friend, and possibly my new lover, knew me well enough to give me
time to stew in my decisions. Be they to rendezvous with her at the
hotel, to continue only as a friend or perhaps to part ways.
I had not yet made a choice, but at the very least, I could not simply
dump her as a friend.
Was I vulnerable after my humiliating attempts at seduction at my own
son - was that why I was not disgusted at the offer of a lesbian
affair?
-*-
I bathed and pampered myself in my private bathroom for nearly two
hours. I haven't felt this happy in months... years maybe.
A decision was made.
Someone desired me, needed me - and I was going to them. It was
wrong, wanting your child, and so I had to let that desire go - to
purge it with the abandonment of a new lover. So, Jenny was the
medicine to cure me from my incestuous desires.
Since I knew my clothing would not be worn long after arriving at the
hotel, and I did not want to raise suspicions within my son if I saw
him on the way out of our home, I only dressed in a skirt and sweater
I often wore to work. Conservative and a little matronly. And the
undergarments, normal white cotton - the majority of my lingerie
drawer was exactly the same.
I laughed at times as I prepared, slipping out on a Saturday night to
meet a secret lover. Knowing that she would do anything to make me
happy - did that not sound familiar?
My cunt itched the whole day, but I ignored it. Tonight, the first in
oh so very long, it would get scratched properly! Jenny knew me
possibility better than any other person alive, and as such I doubted
not she knew how to pleasure me as well.
It was a secret rendezvous, that I understood - I was not going to
ruin Jenny's marriage as that other woman, or is it women, did to my
own. We would simply be best friends... and more!
My thoughts soared with the possibilities.
-*-
Joey stood at the foot of the stairs, as if waiting for me. "Hi mom."
"Honey." He had a strange look upon his face, but I passed it off to
this being the first words we had shared since that failed humiliation
the weekend before.
I strode down the stairs carefully, because of the heels for the most
part, and I realized my son was checking me out. His eyes alternating
between what leg was showing beneath the hem of my skirt and the small
bouncing my steps produced to my breasts.
A grip took my heart and squeezed, please don't humiliate me again, I
silently prayed to whatever god could hear.
In only a few seconds I stood before him, our eyes level as I stood on
the final step and was wearing heels. Before I could ask him to move,
he slipped a ribboned box up between us.
A present. "What on earth?"
"For the prettiest woman I know."
I could not stop the blushing of my cheeks as I took the box. An
innocent comment, on his part, of course.
"Open it now mom."
I looked between him and the thin rectangular box. Joey looking so
much like he was five years old again, attempting to please me. It
took my heart and made me feel guilty at the evil of my desires.
"Lets go into the living room and I'll open it there."
"OK mom."
He stood aside and I walked slowly to the living room, trying to guess
by shaking the gift what it could possibly be. I knew he was
following and I knew his eyes were on my ass - heels always pronounced
my backside and when walking caused such a movement.
His eyes, though, were something I could handle - I think - as they
have looked upon me with desire for so very long. Perhaps not so
openly as they did since my birthday, but I suppose that his open
leering is payment for my bad judgement.
Sitting across from me on the floor, I sat on the couch with the
present on my knees.
What could it be?
I could not be my birthday gift - he giving me that horrid pottery
bowl and a sweater the morning of my birthday. It had to be a present
to make up for our awkward week. And here I should be giving presents
to him - spoiling him for my rotten parenting skills.
"Oh honey, whatever is it for?"
"Just open it mom." He looked pleased with himself, so whatever it
was, he was very anxious for me to open it.
So I did
The non-descript box opened to reveal several small silky items the
likes of which I have not seen in years. At least not in this home.
I held up one, a single thigh-high stocking - white with a lace
elastic at the top so they did not need a garter. My eyes looked at
the length of it in horror.
Through the sheer silk I could see my son's happiness turn serious as
he watched my face.
I had to control my surprise, my bewilderment, my questions - to not
harm my child more than I had done already. Two failed attempts to
seduce him, and the boy had to be confused.
Right?
I was nearly out the door to meet my new lover, Jenny, for hours of
sexual bliss. And I wanted to go - truly I did!
His gift, I told myself over and over, had to be innocent in its
intent. I am not sure I could subject myself to another humiliating
attempt at seducing the only man I could consider loving in a romantic
way.
Is that why I was going to meet Jenny, because no other man would live
up to my expectations of my only child? How warped can one person be?
Look who has finally getting a backbone now? Me, sitting here with a
gift that I would have been thrilled to receive a week ago but only
thinking about escaping to my new lover so that I can protect my son
from my own desires.
Joey's gift was innocent right?
I mean, sure, he has to be messed up a little - but the gift was still
from a teenage boy. Even if he thinks he desires me - he can not have
been thinking with his head... I mean his brain, I am sure this gift
is straight from his head!
"Uh... thanks honey."
He seemed eager, "Do you like it mom?"
I nodded and swallowed thickly, "Its lovely." It was. I haven't
owned or worn such finery since my wedding day. The only pair of
stockings I had owned up till last weekend were rather old and not
nearly as fine as the ones my son gave me.
"Well... put it on mom!"
My heart skipped a beat.
My god!
I had to get out of there, to get to the hotel and to Jenny - or god
help me... I may succumb to the growing desire that was building
within me. "I have to go honey."
Slipping the stocking back into the box, I closed the lid hoping to
escape my own desires. Standing up, with Joey following directly
behind, I dropped the box onto the couch and quickly moved to leave.
My heart was thumping so strong that I'm sure it reverberated my
chest.
Just as I reached the door to the garage Joey came up behind me and
pressed an arm past my ear to hold the door closed. In my ear he
softly ordered, "Go get the box and go up to your room mom, and put my
gift on."
Joey's voice was alien - strong and commanding - never having talked
to me in such a way before.
His hand slipped between us and I felt him grasp one of my ass cheeks
through my clothing - it caused me to squeal in surprise but I never
turned from the door.
What surprised me more was the confidence and dominance in his voice -
he knew that I needed him, having begged like a common tramp the week
before, and now he was using my desire against me.
Why had he denied me twice last weekend? The first time, maybe
because I was a drunk sweaty mess. But the second, clean if but a
little under the weather from being hung over?
Two hands inched my skirt up to my waist. Still I said nothing, my
breathing coming quicker and my eyes closed as if to hide from the
reality of what was going on, as my son grasped the elastic leg holes
of my cotton pantie and yanked upward - effectively giving me a
wedgie. I squealed in surprise and other than a quick jerk onto my
toes, stood silent.
Now both his large strong hands groped me roughly, yanking, squeezing
and rubbing my soft ass. A man has not touched the skin of my bottom
in so long, it felt like I was a teenager again being naughty in my
parents house.
Joey leaned forward and whispered, "Mother?"
My voice was not very controlled and my response came out more of a
squeak, "Yes?"
"Did you really mean it when you said you would 'do anything' to make
me feel good?"
My heart was thumping violently but my breath had stopped working.
Did I mean what I said?
In a fantasy world where there was no repercussions for such a
relationship - yes I meant it. Was I true to myself when I said my
'Nordic God' was the only man for me - one that I would do anything to
pleasure?
"Yes." The answer came out of my mouth before I had a chance to
actually consider all the ramifications of such an admission.
He pawed my bottom for some time before his hands slid up to my waist,
beneath my skirt and, god help me, to cup my big round breasts. After
a few squeezes he moved his hand back down until his thumb and
forefinger, on each hand, pinched each nipple through my thin cotton
bra.
Joey squeezed harder and harder, slowly increasing the pressure until
I was gasping in pain and my knees seemed ready to fail me. No one
had hurt me before, especially in such a sexual way.
"Will you go put on your gift mom?"
Without a pause I was able to respond through the pain, "Yes."
He released my nipples and gently stroked them as a tongue licked my
ear.
I was his and we both knew it - his instant ability to dominant me
came as a surprise both from my reaction and especially from his new
attitude.
My breathing was short with quick pants and I knew the crotch of my
panties must be soaked. No one, and I mean no one else in this world
could have treated me like this and gotten such a reaction. I would
do anything for my 'Nordic God', allow him any desire of me.
Suddenly, just as I was starting to moan from the touch of his hands
upon my covered breasts, his hands pulled from my body and he stepped
back. "Turn around mom."
Attempting to regain control of my breathing, I slowly turned and
looked down at his feet, facing my son as instructed. I considered
lifting my eyes to the bulge half ways from his eyes to his feet - but
lacked the will to risk Joey catching me.
"Hold your skirt up to your waist mom." Without needing to look, I
again bundled it about my waist and held it in two hands. "Go get the
present I gave you, go to your room and come back to the living room
after you put on." He looked down at his watch, "You have three
minutes."
A few seconds of silence before he barked in a surprisingly loud
voice, "Go!"
After jumping at the surprise of his command, I effectively ran as
fast as my heels would allow me on the slippery hardwood floor.
-*-
I felt foolish but my heart thumped as if so very excited - as I
walked slowly, and as quietly as I could, into the living room. Upon
silk encased feet, I walked around to stand before my son - whom
simply watched me calmly.
My hands were shaking uncontrollably and I grasped my thighs
frequently in a unproductive attempt to still them.
His ice blue eyes looked coldly at me - appraising every inch of my
body as if I were a new model sports car. I felt like a rusted old
jalopy if anything.
Joey's present had to be expensive and certainly lovely, but it was
created for a younger and thinner woman. I felt extremely foolish,
humiliated even, to stand practically naked before the one man I cared
about while he opened viewed my ageing body in this ridicules
lingerie!
The silence was torture - and I felt my thighs and knees start to
quiver, as if cold, smilier to my hands. Could he not just laugh at
me and get it over with, to admit failure in having me pose in such a
obscene outfit.
I desired Joey but I had a real fear of humiliating myself for the
third time - feeling like a coward for not wanting to even attempt
another seduction.
Well, my 'Nordic God' may be doing the work for me.
"Closer mom." A command and not a request - my feet unconsciously
stepped twice toward the couch.
His large strong hand reached out and grasped my outer thigh just
above the knee, feeling silk and my warm smooth soft skin beneath.
Joey's eyes followed his hand.
This was foolish, a grown woman should not be posing in underwear
created for a girl half her age - before her own son even!
Then I remembered the passion and desire that had filled me only days
before, as I looked upon my own son as a yin to my yang. How humble
to realize that there is a power that can control you - and it took me
getting drunk to discover the desire for my own child. Then the
seduction, and another - both denied. Humiliation and horror at my
actions, willing to do anything to remove my stupidity from my son's
memory.
I was wrong though, that his denial had meant my desire was rejected!
Why else would he dominant me just on the eve of my consummating my
lesbian affair with Jenny - but to take what was earlier offered?
My thoughts returned to the present when I felt a thumb and forefinger
tweaking one nipple - causing it to tighten and enlarge very quickly.
Joey was smirking possessively, comparing my two nipples, one hard the
other soft, through the sheer silk of the teddy. He looked so much
like a teenager with a new toy while I simply felt my venerable age.
That he found pleasure with this ageing woman puzzled and excited me.
As the expected laughter did not materialize - nor did his interest
wain.
No longer did I have alcohol in my system, or feeling hung over and
needful of strong arms to hold me - in fact there was nothing to
hinder my thoughts or fuel my senses - other than reality.
I felt the edge of that mountain of desire I had felt a week before -
it was slowly growing within me, contrary to my dispassionate
thoughts. Inward I watched it grow like a living thing, fearing and
loving it at the same time.
Joey was pulling the white lace edge of the bikini panties, completely
sheer mind you, to the side, exposing my blond bush for his eyes.
Though I had attempted two seductions in the last days, seeing my most
private area fully exposed felt strange and wonderful. It had to be
the first time, that I remember, that Joey has seen me naked. Only a
few years before, I suspected he was trying to find a way to see me
naked in my private bathroom - but I had decided the effort was
impossible and he was left with looking up my dress while at the
table.
My son leaned forward and squinted directly at my pussy. What? Was
it a wrinkled old prune compared to the teen girls that I knew drooled
over my blond boy.
Then he leaned the last few centimetres and, god help me, kissed me
softly and with endearing love, directly upon my barely protruding
clitoris.
Well, it was enough to thrill me as I had never been thrilled ever
before. At that second, because of that single gentle action, all my
desire and passion welled up and filled me to capacity - I would do
anything for my son!
He leaned back and lifted his eyes to my own, we shared a long look as
his strong hands held my soft hips and guided me down toward him. It
was timely as it felt as if my quivering knees were about to give out!
I straddled my sons hard thighs and felt his hands slide behind me to
grasp my bare ass beneath my bikini pantie. Our faces were nearly
touching but we dare not blink as we stared deeply in the soul of the
other. In fact I was barely breathing but my heart was pounding so
fast that it felt as if it would jump out of my chest.
Then, finally, his instruction, "Kiss me mom."
God yes!
I closed my eyes, perhaps to ignore my parental common-sense, leaned
forward and kissed my son with all the passion and love that I could
muster. In retrospect, it had to be the best kiss I have ever given
anyone.
It lasted nearly ten minutes.
When I leaned back I realized the spaghetti straps of the teddy had
been pushed from my shoulders so that the garment fell below my chest
- my large heaving breasts were fully exposed to my son's lust filled
eyes.
My nipples were so hard, they hurt!
Joey leaned down and took one hard thrusting nipple between his moist
lips and sucked upon me firmly. I felt my brown teat draw deep down
into his throat as a wave of pleasure ran directly from my nipple down
between my legs. Both my hands came up and cupped his messy blond
hair, lovingly caressed his head as he suckled upon me.
As a child he had sucked nourishment from my body and a part of me
wished I still had milk to give to my son. It was a maternal need,
that quickly disappeared.
His lips moved to my other breast and the pleasure was duplicated.
I would swear my breasts have never given me such a response as at
this moment, with my own child!
I would do anything for this young man! I had been right, he was the
only one for me. No lesbian affair could equal the passion in a
single kiss with Joey. I could only love one person in this world,
submit myself totally and for any purpose to that person.
My son lifted his lips from my saliva covered nipple and looked up at
me, with our mingled saliva coating his chin, "Take it out mom." He
sounded anxious... the fever of our passion was consuming him as well.
I would do anything but what did he want me to take out?
Joey sat with his back onto the couch, his eyes looking into my own,
waiting. A hand came up and grasped one wet nipple between thumb and
forefinger and squeezed.
Hot pain rushed from my breast, but strangely did not overwhelm my
pleasure, and I gasped out, "...what...?" His hand dropped from my
pained breast.
"What are you mom?"
My mind was a cloud of pleasure and pain, love and passion - I had no
idea what he was asking. As a response I shook my head while my mouth
moved without a sound coming out. Fear welled up within me as I saw
this encounter turning into a disaster, a third strike.
He gave me another chance, "What are you willing do do mom?"
I knew this - having felt the joy of it overwhelm my soul in the last
minutes. Hoarsely, as if talking in a foreign language, "Anything."
Smirking again, and there was no doubt in his eyes that I was his. My
son owned me body and soul - and I accepted this fact, found pleasure
in it actually.
"Take my cock out." How ridicules could I feel, what else could I
take out? Blood rushed to my face in anticipation and embarrassment.
I pushed myself back to sit upon the edge of my son's knees and
reached for his belt. My eyes had naturally looked down and I saw the
wet denim over the thick zipper and crotch of my son's jeans and I
felt surprise in knowing that I was witnessing an effect of my
excitement. The quantity of which startled me. Something else
stalled me, the obvious bulge of my son beneath his pants.
Each proof that this 'Nordic God' found me exciting only heightened my
own pleasure. A part of me was in heaven. I found pleasure in his,
we were linked in so many ways. Proof, yet again, that we were made
only for each other.
The belt was quickly unbuckled and pressed to the side, then I fumbled
with the zipper and button of the pants. Joey made no move to help,
but only watched with amusement on his face - perhaps from my rushed
fumbling?
I truly wanted to take him out, as he had originally asked. I wanted
to worship his penis, his cock I corrected myself, to kneel to his
phallus alter.
As soon as the zipper was pushed down, his thick hard cock popped out
of his jeans. It took me by surprise. A fat woman-pleasuring-cock
that I could not have sculptured to be more perfect. The head,
circumcised so many years before looked nothing like that naked
toddler that I had last seen naked. Joey had a cock to match my
desire - and it reinforced my conviction that we were made for each
other.
My whole body was quivering violently now - uncontrollably reacting to
the sexual adrenaline rushing through my veins.
I awaited the next command, praying for the instruction to properly
worship this god.
"Put it in mom." His voice actually squeaked, and gone was the sure
look within his eyes. We were simpatico and built for this moment.
Joey held the edge of my pantie to the side, against my thigh, as I
rose up on my knees and moved forward. His eyes followed the movement
of my pussy while I watched his beautiful face.
There... the head of that fat cock brushed against my boiling cunt...!
Taking a deep breath, holding it in anticipation, I sunk down and
found myself filled with man-meat to the extent that I was stretched
to a painful width. A squeal of raw pleasure rose from me in volume
equal to the depth of my son.
Taking each centimetre slower, I eventually found myself invaded to
the root. The pleasure-pain of his large cock was new to me, not
imagined but certainly the most exciting event of my life.
Never has a man been so deep within me, forcing me widely apart of his
pleasure.
God help me, I loved it!
Joey just watched me with wide ice blue eyes, taking it all in. He
was my emperor and I his slave. It was a role I had never imagined
but I was drunk with passion and my true heart was exposed.
Then I remembered his earlier question and I blurted out my late
answer, "I am your slave honey!"
His eyes quickly lifted to my own and he studied me briefly,
possessively. I could get lost in such a gaze! "I know mom."
Yes!
With the invasion of my body, gone was the humiliation of my past
failures at seducing this young man. Nothing else between us, before
that moment, mattered. Our life, from now on was to be re-sculptured,
molded to the wishes of my one true love, my son Joey.
--
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Title: My House My Rules
Keywords: mF, mdom, anal, mat
Author: Caesar
Summary: Newly widowed, man agrees to let mother-in-law live under his roof - but with his rules.
A remarkable race are the Persians;
They have such peculiar diversions.
They make love the whole day
In the usual way
And save up the nights for perversions.
My House My Rules
by Caesar, copyright 2001
Edited by Isaac Newton, circa 2005, Revision 1.14
$Revision: 1.16 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $
I could smell the disgusting smell of tobacco in the air.
That fucking bitch!
Slamming the door behind me, I rapidly stomped through my home to
where I knew the smell originated. Banging on the door, my temper
near the breaking point, I shouted, "Open this fucking door right
now!"
It opened, much to my surprise.
"Put it out."
Cautiously she answered, "I did when I heard your car pull up." She
was still wearing her black dress and heels. Her eyes were tear-filled
and missing ... something?
Her compliance did not still my burning anger. "This is my fucking
house, and I hate the smell of smoke!" I was nearly yelling. "If you
want to stay here you will do what I tell you! My house, my rules."
There it was said. In all the time she had lived with my wife and me,
I always looked for ways not to be around her, to say as little as
possible to her, and effectively ignore her very existence. My wife
had always been the peace-maker in our home, the buffer between two
polar opposites. That is no longer the case, much to my great
heartbreak, as only this morning we had buried my wife.
Then I recognized what I had seen in Amanda's eyes. There was
something missing that had always been there before her daughter's
death - her self assurance. And perhaps I detected a little fear
mixed in as well.
She had been my wife's mother, after all; as long as her daughter had
been alive, she had a secure comfortable life.
I growled in anger as I spun about and strode to my own room, the
tears rolling down my cheeks even before I slammed the door behind me.
-*-
Amanda cooked and cleaned for me those next couple of weeks - saying
little and staying hidden as much as possible. For my part, I ignored
her completely, never saying a single word to her. If she had to live
in my home then this was the existence that I preferred.
Immediately after the funeral I tried to dive right back into work,
but it was impossible. My soul was filled with grief. I had to take
more personal time, and thankfully my employer was supportive and
generous.
I ignored my wife's and my friends as well. This left me spending my
time of grief around the home. I simply wanted to be alone with my
grief, hiding behind the closed door to my large, comfortable home.
That left Amanda acting more as a housekeeper than the
less-than-perfect mother-in-law she appeared to be that time right
after the funeral. I hated her guts and wanted her to leave as well.
However, I had made my dying wife a pledge, though her mother didn't
know it, to care for the elderly woman. She had easily forced the
pledge from my lips, as my wife always knew how to use my love to get
what she wanted.
When you loved a person, it did not matter.
My wife had told me something else at the time, something I felt was
absurd - that her mother loved me and would do anything for me. Even
though the setting for our conversation was sobering, a critical care
ward in the hospital, I practically laughed at my wife's statement.
Seated outside in the cool fall air, my steaming mug of tea refilled
every ten minutes by my silent mother-in-law, I remembered those last
weeks of my wife's life. At one point, just after Amanda had slipped
silently beside me to refill my mug and was just walking away, I
turned to watch her for the first time in weeks. What I saw was not
an irritating old mother-in-law, but a slim shapely ass encased in
denim, walking away from me.
Quickly, with a rising pool of guilt in my heart, I turned away.
-*-
Amanda silently picked up her dirty breakfast plate and turned back to
the kitchen sink. Normally I came to the table, ate the prepared food
and disappeared while the old woman was out of the room taking care of
her morning "necessaries." Today I remained until my mother-in-law
returned from her toilet. Clearly startled to find me still seated at
the table, she recovered quickly and went about her normal morning
routine, picking up my dirty dishes and moving towards the counter.
I could not help but notice the condition of her old, ratty pink
housecoat and said my first words to her since I had growled at her on
the day of her daughter's funeral, "Why don't you get a new
housecoat?"
Amanda stopped half ways to the counter with my dirty plates and
slowly turned, as if she was distrustful of her ears. "Pardon me?"
She was never so polite when her daughter was alive.
"Forget it."
I stood and turned to leave the room when she quickly interrupted my
non-graceful exit, "Please...!" She had rushed over to stand before
me, soiled plates still in hand. "It's just a housecoat and no one
ever sees me in it."
She had successfully barred my exit, whether she meant to or not.
"Well, I see you in it." She only blinked as if I was speaking a
different language.
This was exactly why I wanted to be alone - I have zero patience for
the incompetence in others!
Amanda must have seen my frustration and quietly replied, before I
could move around her to make my way out of the kitchen, "It's not in
my budget." She blinked quickly, walked back to the dishwasher, and
continued in her chores.
Now, my wife's father had passed away years before, and his pension
cheques were the only income my mother-in-law had. In fact, I knew my
wife had been sneaking her mom money every month; it had sparked
numerous arguments in the last years. Amanda's statement, though,
sounded much more real than the self-pitying comment I would have
expected.
Within five minutes, I returned with a cheque and strode up to her as
she was filling the dishwasher with detergent. "Here." She just
looked down at the slip of paper as if not comprehending its meaning.
"Take it and get a new housecoat... and anything else you want." She
reached out for it but her hand quivered as it stopped before touching
it. "I said take it, goddammit, and get some clothing that won't
offend me!"
Amanda finally took it from mid-air when I simply let it fall from my
grasp. I immediately turned and strode out of the room, feeling her
questioning, surprised gaze on me as I left.
-*-
Things didn't exactly change between us after that. But when I took
the effort to look toward my mother-in-law, I found her dressed in
clothing more suitable for going out for dinner at a nice restaurant
or entertaining guests around the house - as if we dared to have
guests - than her usual every-day attire. I knew I had had something
to do with that. The clothing she wore now was new, and I guessed
that I might have given her the wrong impression, as well as way too
much money.
It was weird that she worked so hard to impress me. Her care for me
even put my wife's home-making skills to shame. I mean, in the last
three years that Amanda had lived with us, before my wife died, I
never saw the old lady lift a finger around the house in any sort of
domestic way. Now she had turned into some type of fucking homemaker
or something. I thought perhaps the old bat was having a late-life
crisis!
I put the paper down on my lap and watched Amanda as she opened the
door to the wood burning stove across the room. It was a strange
sight, let me assure you. She wore a white sweater, black knee-length
skirt, and black nylons as she squatted facing the open fireplace. It
was strange to see her in that new outfit, stoking the fire before
adding more wood to it. Her new clothing was sure to get dirty.
In the dim light (the only electrical light source currently on was a
small bulb over my shoulder for reading), the shadows seemed to hide
her true person from me. In fact, the woman squatting a mere meter
before me looked ageless; the curve of her bottom was delicious, the
smallness of her waist perfect, her ankles and heels delicate and her
square shoulders youthful. I must have stared at her with these
thoughts for some time before I looked up to see her eyes looking over
her shoulder toward me.
That killed the moment.
Perhaps it was the shadowed light, but I swore her gaze looked
pleased.
-*-
Sick fucking pervert right?
Well, was it any wonder that I got a little numb when looking at a
woman - yes, even my mother-in-law? Though my wife was in the ground
only weeks, she had been sick nearly the last year; and in that time I
had barely been able to be intimate with my own hand, let alone the
flesh of a woman.
That was the excuse I sold to myself in fact.
Though no longer young, Amanda is an attractive woman. It was her
personality that had always grated upon me, not her looks.
I tried hard not to look at my mother-in-law in that way again, but
that resolve lasted less time than it took you to read this - in fact
just until the next time she bent over away from me.
After that, I openly looked upon the only female form I had admired in
months, the only woman that was in my vicinity - my mother-in-law.
I think she knew and possibly felt embarrassment, but she never said a
word or changed a thing about the way she dressed. But ... maybe it
was because I was more aware of her, because I found my eyes wandering
to her bottom, legs, waist or conservative breasts, but it seemed to
me she came around me more often, finding chores in the same room
where I was. Did she think that by attracting my lonely gaze, her
place in my home would be secure?
The weakness of my gaze disgusted me.
-*-
It was the one month anniversary of my wife's death, and it was a very
bad day.
It started with shells in my eggs, which almost caused me to break
down and cry (luckily Amanda was not in the room at the time). Then
the news carrier forgot my house on his route ... again. I could not
find the book I wanted to read in my library. The phone company
called asking about fucking services, and of course my politeness
quickly disappeared at their demanding tactics. It was raining
fiercely outside so I could not retreat to the sanctuary of the lawn
chair out back.
But topping all of that, at only ten in the morning I stepped into the
shower for my regular daily cleansing ... and the fucking water turned
cold!
I rinsed the soap from my face with freezing water and jumped
immediately from the glass cage. Grabbing a large towel, I stomped
noisily down the hall to Amanda's bedroom door and hammered on it.
"There is no hot water, bitch!"
Practically kicking it open, I saw that it was empty, though very
messy. Amanda had hung wire across the room where her new skirts,
blouses, sweaters and undergarments hung. It looked as though a
blizzard had run through the small room. After the spotless precision
of the rest of my home, the sight of this disintegrated domain fuelled
my anger even more. I slammed the door and kept looking for her, now
even hotter than before.
I found her trembling in fear in the basement near the washing
machine. Evidently it had been running a cycle, using up the last of
the hot water in the moderate sized tank. She simply stood there
waiting for my blast of anger. I did not disappoint her.
"You fucking cow! How could you forget that I take a shower every
fucking morning at the same fucking time?"
Though based on her history before my wife's death I would never have
expected it of her, she wisely kept her mouth shut.
I roughly snatched my dirty tee-shirts from between her trembling,
white-knuckled hands and threw them at her feet. Although I had never
raised a hand in anger at any other time in my life, I could have
struck Amanda at that moment. She cringed away from me as if I was
about to hit her. It angered and shocked me at the same time, enough
to pause my outburst.
Grabbing her thin upper arms in my big hands I shook her roughly, "I
am not going to hit you, you stupid cow! But can't you do a thing
right?" And then the stupid thing to say: "If you want to continue to
live under my roof, you will never make me mad, ever again!" Her eyes
were wet with tears but they burned into my own. "And if you can't do
even that right, you might as well get the fuck out right now."
We stood in that strange embrace with dirty clothing about our ankles
before I finally let her arms go. It only took another second for her
to rush past me, sobbing all the way up the stairs to her messy room.
My own tears washed down my cheeks and I dropped to the cement floor,
bawling like a baby.
-*-
After my grief cleansed the anger from my soul, I slowly stood up and
returned, as if from the ether, to the upper levels of my home. I was
looking for Amanda, not to apologize (I've never done such a thing
with her), but just to see that I did not hurt her. It was the male
thing to do after all.
I found her behind the closed door to her bedroom.
Without regard to privacy or a single thought that she could use space
for her own grief, I opened the door to her room.
Amanda stood at the foot of her bed, wearing only a black bra, panties
and thigh-high stockings. I realized that I could see the shade of
her nipples as well as her pubic hair beneath the semi-translucent
fabric, but I also realized she was in the middle of packing. A suit
bag was open and she was in the process of shoving in all her old
garments - nothing that she had purchased with the money I gave her, I
noticed. I also saw a few of the thinner garments that had been
hanging previously were now torn and ravaged.
She turned at my entrance, with hands at her sides, and sobbed
silently, her eyes glaring at me in fear ... and anger. The defiance
in her demeanour was reminiscent of the 'old' Amanda, and I did not
care for it.
A spark of my anger returned at the sight of her packing and at the
damage done to some of the things I had given her money for and had
come to enjoy seeing on her person these last days.
"Where the fuck are you going?"
My anger dominated hers, and any thought of using her shrill voice,
the one that came out when she was angry or drunk, on me subsided. In
fact, her eyes lowered to an invisible spot on her messy floor between
us. I could see she wasn't going to say a word. We both knew she was
leaving in anger and that she had neither a place to go nor the means
to create a new home for herself. Effectively, without her daughter's
widower - me - she was destitute.
Striding the two steps into her room, I found myself directly before
her. Amanda might have thought I was there to hit her or to again
verbally thrash her with my angry voice, but what I did must have
frozen her heart - if only for a second.
I wrapped my arms about her and held her tightly, until finally I felt
her hands slide around my back and her face press into my shoulder, as
she began to sob uncontrollably.
Amanda didn't leave that day.
In fact, after the long time we held each other, we went our separate
ways and did not see each other for the rest of that terrible day. No
chores were done, and I ordered a pizza for myself for supper.
-*-
It was the next day that I sought her out. She stood before me,
surprised at my calm, commanding voice as I ticked off the things I
wanted her to do about the house. (Number one was no washing till
after lunch!) I can't remember how many instructions I gave her, but
she agreed to every one, looking very thankful all the while. She
appeared to feel my ordering her about was equal to my accepting her
in my home. My next instructions did not roll off my tongue so easily.
"As for the clothing you destroyed yesterday..." She swallowed
nervously.
"...I want you to buy more of the same kind of garments you were
wearing when I interrupted your packing yesterday." I saw a puzzled
frown and then the spark of surprise when she realized what I meant.
"Also pick outer clothing along the same theme."
I prayed she understood, as this was awkward and embarrassing enough
as it was. How else could I tell her I thought she looked wonderful
dressed not as a teenager but as a mature sexy woman? It was not
meant to mean anything beyond my trying to be nice to the old woman so
she would take better care of herself and my selfish desire to look
upon a shapely ass around my home again. And it was not inconceivable
that she might increase her self-worth by making herself up each day.
I pushed forward my hand. In it was a credit card - my wife's
actually - the mate to my own on a joint account. Amanda took it with
a slight tremble in her hands, and then her eyes returned to my own,
as if gauging my words and trying to see if I was serious.
My hand again pushed forward, this time with the keys to my wife's
Jaguar. Amanda took longer to take the keys - perhaps reading too
much into the offer?
-*-
The woman who lived in my home became a stranger to me. No longer was
she the shrill, opinionated mature woman who hid behind her daughter.
instead she was the silent, dutiful, sexy woman who did all that her
daughter's widower wished.
It was the little things - things like her soft smile that, when it
first appeared, seemed to me to be alien upon her face because I had
never seen it before. When I saw it I told her that she should smile
more, as it complemented her so very much. After that, she seemed to
wear it more than her normal, thin-lipped expression.
In the days that followed, I found reasons to compliment her person,
the way she dressed and moved. Amanda had certainly replaced her torn
clothing and then some, having generously abused my credit. Where my
compliments fell, she seemed to acquire more clothing for that part of
her person. And my compliments focused primarily upon her legs and
bottom.
My eyes partook of her expensively-clad, mature, shapely legs
generously, and any thought to be gentlemanly to my mother-in-law was
dispelled when it was apparent she desired my admiring looks as much
as I wanted to give them. She dressed to please me. Amanda spent so
much time in my vicinity, usually doing her chores or attending my
wishes, that I knew she wanted to be near me, to be seen by me.
Amanda wanted to make me happy.
It brought the first smile to my face in a very long time. I was like
a very old wise man smiling at the antics of a child. That was how I
was feeling in my own home.
-*-
Weeks later, while the hem of Amanda's skirts rose and the jeans and
slacks all but disappeared, I began to wonder if my reasoning had been
faulty. I started to wonder just where her boundaries lay. I
realized this was probably more than a platonic response on her part.
She had misread my offer to continue living in my home, using my
wife's car and credit card and enduring my admiring gaze.
I had convinced myself that my motives, in the form of my directives,
were pure; her response was far more than I had intended. Truly this
was not the outcome I wanted. I had only intended to raise an older
woman's spirits, to get her to the level that living in my home would
not be cumbersome to either of us.
Did she mean to replace her buried daughter?
-*-
I (wisely, I thought) stopped all compliments, but the hem of her
skirt did not drop. I tried very hard to read my paper or book and
not put it down when she came into the room, so that my admiring looks
were not so open. This was difficult as she took great care to look
very fine, and I was but a starving man.
Yet, when I woke one gray morning to find her soft smiling face and
the short hem of her skirt near the edge of my bed, I dropped to a new
low. Perhaps I was still half asleep or perhaps simply a starving man
staring at a banquet for too long.
Amanda leaned over me to lift my blanket to my chin and to set down
the mug of tea on the low table next to my head. When she had
finished placing the tea, I reached for the free hand and held it
firmly. Our eyes met and she smiled softly, until she felt me place
her warmed hand on my naked chest. Her smile vanished, but she did
not resist as I pushed the hand down my nudity, beneath the thick
blankets, down to what lay awake and at attention.
I wrapped her fingers about my hardness and closed my eyes.
It started with small movements - her warm, thin hand moving up and
down with barely a centimetre of distance travelled. Then, I felt and
heard my mother-in-law as she knelt on the floor next to my bed. Her
other hand lifted my blanket from my naked form so that the chill
morning air caused a brief shiver to run up my spin. In seconds I
swore I felt her warm breath on the head of my raised manhood, and
then I imagined I could feel her gaze upon it, in the same way as if
it was a physical touch.
All this while, her hand moved up and down gently.
The effect was electric. It was the first hand besides my own that
had touched me there in months, certainly the first since my wife's
funeral. Coupled with the half-slumber of my mind, I could not help
but enjoy. My hips began to move up and down so as to get more
movement out of her hand. It worked, and Amanda stroked me generously
and steadily, with the precision of experience.
It could not have been long - indeed it felt as if but seconds had
passed since her fingers wrapped about me - when I felt tightness
beneath my balls and the churning of juices as I prepared to boil
over.
Just as I froze in position, gasping and holding my breath while the
peak came upon me, I felt warm moist lips wrap about the crown of my
sex. That was it, and I released myself (as if I was really able to
control it) and jerked and spurted a flood of sperm into the loudly
swallowing mouth.
My body and mind felt as if they were slowly descending through a
thick cloud; I felt slumber returning. Distantly, I felt a smooth,
warm, wet tongue slid about me, searching and cleaning dutifully.
Then the blankets were again raised to my chin and lips kissed my brow
as sleep returned.
-*-
It was I who was embarrassed when I finally reawakened. I hid in my
room for hours afraid of my actions and how to confront Amanda with
the reality of the morning. Yet, it could not be denied that I felt
wonderful upon waking that second time, more refreshed than I could
remember. Eventually I took a deep breath to still my resolve, and,
dressed in only a robe, descended to lunch. The wonderful smell
guided me to the kitchen and my mother-in-law.
I sat as quietly as I could. When Amanda saw me, she turned and gave
me one of those wide soft smiles before returning to her work. With a
sigh of relief, I realized that was to be the extent of the
much-feared confrontation.
Then I looked over at the mature woman and admired her as I had tried
hard not to do in days. She wore a tan skirt that ended inches above
the knee; white silk encased her shapely legs, and black expensive
slippers covered her feet. So engrossed was I in admiring the lower
half of her, that I did not even bother looking above her waist until
I found those legs standing right next to my chair.
Amanda slid the steaming bowl of chowder before me, along with a small
plate of freshly baked biscuits and a tub of butter. It looked as
delicious as it smelt.
My attention, however, was focused in another direction.
In those seconds it took for her to place her burdens on the table, my
hand moved, nearly unconsciously, to the legs I had admired for the
last weeks. I grasped the inside of her calf at about the same time
she was placing the butter on the table. Amanda stood still, staring
at the marble table as if waiting. A quick look up at her face
revealed nothing - she wore neither pleasure or disgust.
There is nothing as sexy to me as the feeling of smooth shapely legs
encased in nylon or silk. Amanda's were no disappointment. My big
paw slowly slid upwards, enjoying the intimate touch of her person and
revelling in the primitive touch of a man on a woman for the first
time in oh, so long. Her thighs beneath the silk were soft,
well-shaped by the fabric, and very sexy. And when my hand came to
the end of the stocking and touched the unrestrained flesh of her
middle thigh, life returned to that place between my legs.
Quickly, my hand yanked itself from that hot, soft, inviting flesh,
and I leaned into the table to start my lunch, my face crimson with
surprising embarrassment. Still, Amanda stood next to my chair for
nearly another minute before she turned and strode back to the
counter. My eyes rose from my chowder to enjoy the movement of her
bottom beneath that tight skirt.
I knew in that minute that there was no limit for her. Was there one
for me?
-*-
With only the one light left on over my shoulder to give me enough
light to read by, the rest of the house was dark. It surprised me
when I looked up to find Amanda standing just by the side of my chair;
I had thought her long asleep. I jerked in surprise and set down my
book before I noticed what my mother-in-law wore. The mature woman
had spent my money well. She was wearing a white, very sheer, silk
nightgown, so sheer that I could see the lace of her French cut white
panties beneath as well as the elastic white band of the top of her
thigh-high white stockings.
Nothing else but one of those soft smiles ... and hard nipples.
For the first time since that eventful morning and lunch, I was able
to relax my defences because I now knew it was not her that I needed
to be worried about - it was me.
"Amanda! You surprised me?" I said, after staring boldly at her
near-nudity for nearly a minute.
"I could not sleep and wondered if you would like anything?" The
soft, dare I say it, loving smile boldly looked at me.
Perhaps I was wrong in only worrying about my own offences?
As my gaze moved downwards, I noticed that the nightgown had small
discrete buttons down the front; buttons which were unbuttoned to her
navel. Her mature, small breasts, low due to age, with small dark
nipples hard and thrusting invitingly toward me, took my breath away.
The fabric was so sheer that I could see the wrinkles that her hard
nipples spawned.
She was offering herself to me, that was obvious. She stood there
before me, late at night, dressed in clothing meant to reveal and
enhance her ageing body. I saw that her fingernails, newly painted
with red polish, lightly scratched upon each outer thigh. I looked
closer and saw that her breathing was laboured, her shoulders were
trembling and, most obvious of all, the familiar scent of feminine
musk filled the room. Amanda was, much to my surprise, very excited!
How could this be; hadn't she succumbed to my advances just to ward
off being banished?
At first I had thought myself a scoundrel for forcing myself upon this
woman while I was half-asleep only that morning. After the incident,
I had felt guilty for suggesting she bare her body in seductive and
sexy clothing, though I had rationalized that my original intentions
honourable. Was I now finding that she was more anxious than I for
more of my bawdy attentions?
This was my wife's mother for god's sake!
What about that anyway - how did Amanda compare with her attractive
daughter?
The knees were a little wrinkled, her small breasts sagged, her face
was aged. "Turn around slowly Amanda," I commanded and saw that her
bottom no longer firm either. Wisely, she stopped while facing away
from me.
Much of my visual inspection of her recently had been upon her legs
... and her bottom. Now here that lay, exposed to my eyes and within
arms' reach. The sheer silk nightgown hid nothing; the skimpy panties
ran between the cheeks of her ass and left no mystery. The
middle-aged ass before me was mine for the taking.
So I reached out with my arm and grasped one cheek roughly.
The old lady sighed.
It was not the first ass I'd ever fondled, but it was the eldest. It
was nothing spectacular, looking better in expensive skirts than
without, and very soft to the touch. I squeezed that cheek, pinched
it, pulled it from its sibling and generally toyed with it.
My mind was awash in thoughts all the while I fondled her. Part of me
was disappointed that the reality was not up to the expectant fantasy
of my starving spirit. Another part of me was horrified that although
I had hated the mere sight of this woman only weeks before, here we
were, each highly erotically charged for the other. Could sexual
starvation drive my path to such a bawdy outcome? This was my dead
wife's mother that I was feeling up!
I dropped my hand and took another longing look at that ass before
lifting my book and muttering, "Go to bed, Amanda."
While I pretended to read, I felt her eyes upon me for some time
before she slowly left the darkened room. When I knew her to be gone,
I dropped my book and took a long deep sigh. I knew that if not for
my morning orgasm, I would have succumbed to my desires and used
Amanda's ageing body.
I sat for an hour afterwards, looking blankly into the corner of the
dark room.
-*-
Amanda served breakfast, much as she has for the last weeks - silently
and perhaps a little submissively. Again I was expecting something,
anything - perhaps a show of emotion - from the denial to her offer.
It was confusing; after thinking her hot for my attentions, the light
of day caused doubt within me.
When she stood clearing my dishes from the table, I again let my hand
reach out to fondle her now-covered ass. Silently she stood and
allowed herself to be mauled by my paw, showing neither interest nor
disgust. After I let go of her backside, she returned to cleaning up
the breakfast dishes.
A couple of hours later, as I stood in the office looking for a new
book to read, she crossed the open doorway. My attention was diverted.
"Amanda?"
Immediately the older woman slipped into the doorway and gave me a
patient look, waiting for the reason for my summons.
"Turn around and lift up your skirt."
I took a book from the shelf and opened it to study the brief on the
inside cover. When I looked up Amanda was facing the open doorway
with her brown wool skirt about her waist showing off her white cotton
panties. Her legs, today, went uncovered, and I had to admit that for
an older woman, she had very sexy legs.
As casually as if asking for a drink of water I added, "Take your
panties off, please."
There was a short pause before she hooked both thumbs into the elastic
waist and then bent over as she pushed them down to her slippered bare
feet. A second later, she was standing as she had been, facing away
from me, holding her skirt about her waist. At her feet, upon the
dark hardwood floor, lay the bright clean cotton undergarment.
There was her naked bottom fully exposed.
Taking a few steps forward, I grasped one soft cheek in my free hand
and bent down to her opposite ear to whisper, "No more panties,
Amanda."
Still she did not move or reveal a thing about what may be in her
heart or mind.
"Finish with your day." I almost called her a 'cow', my old hatred
returning with my frustrating questions of her intent.
The skirt dropped; she stepped through the door and down the hallway
without a backward glance. I looked down at the bright white
forgotten panty, confused about many things - my obligations to my
dead wife, my long-standing hatred of my mother-in-law, and the
throbbing between my legs.
-*-
The next morning I awoke to the most delightful of sensations - a
mouth was slowly and lovingly sucking my cock.
Consciousness reluctantly returned, and my hazy mind came to realize
who was doing this thing. For a brief second I considered allowing my
anger to grow so that it would build enough that I could sit up and
stop Amanda. Yet the delicious mouth felt so wonderful that any such
thought quickly dispersed in the joy of the moment.
I opened my eyes, eventually, to look down at the top of my mother-in-
law's curly brown hair as her head slowly moved up and down above my
pelvis.
My blankets were pulled down to my knees and my nudity was fully
exposed. Had she enjoyed the sight of me while I slept naked? Was
this a planned event on her part?
God that mouth knew how to suck a man!
Amanda knelt beside the bed and leaned over me. With her in this
position, at times I could see her profile as she moved her face up
and down. I noted that she wore the same sheer white nightgown as
before, and her legs were encased in the thigh-high white stockings
again. But nothing else; no bra or panty! This knowledge caused a
jerk of my dick between her lips, and Amanda opened her eyes to look
at me without breaking her rhythm.
I pushed her hair from her face to see her eyes looking at me. It was
so strange that I had trouble reading this woman that I'd known so
many years, but I had no idea what lay in her heart or mind at that,
or any other, moment.
Amanda closed her eyes and accelerated her attentions upon me; her
patience seemed to be gone with her realization of my being awake.
I could see my thickness as it pressed past her red wet lips and
pushed out the cavity of her sucking cheeks. On each upward motion, I
felt her thick smooth tongue fondle the soft head of my manhood,
always ending by pressing into the small hole at the tip.
I sat back and closed my eyes, allowing the pleasure to build within
me and forcing my mind to empty to anything but the hungry mouth
sucking me.
The inevitable was only a minute away!
-*-
It took a few minutes for me to return to full consciousness after
flooding my seed into the hungry mouth, all the while fighting the
urge to return to slumber. Sitting up, I saw that Amanda had
disappeared, but not before returning my blanket back up to my waist
and closing my bedroom door behind her.
Donning my robe, I strode down the hallway to the doorway to her room.
Though it was closed, it seemed like such a minor indiscretion at this
point to ignore her privacy and simply open it. It slid open silently
and it only took a millisecond to find her in her messy room.
There she was, seated on the hard wooden chair, the only chair in the
room by the way, next to the doorway to her private bathroom. She
wore only the white thigh-high stockings and nothing else. One heel,
the closest to me, was on the edge of her seat while the other was
spread wide away from the first. Her head lay back against the wall
and her eyes were tightly closed, causing her wrinkled ageing face to
appear almost comical.
What she was doing was not funny - Amanda was masturbating.
One of her small hands held a breast, a thumb and forefinger rolling
her hard pointy nipple aggressively. The other was down between her
spread thighs and I could see it moving. Though in profile so that
very little was revealed, she looked deliciously raw and very sexy.
I became aware of the sound of her deep raspy breathing and the
liquid, bawdy sounds of the hidden sex between her legs. She was very
wet if I could use the erotic sounds I remembered from her own
daughter as a gauge to her pleasure.
It felt strange thinking about my wife at that moment, though I had
never seen her masturbate in all our time together.
I have no idea how long I stood in the doorway watching my
mother-in-law play with herself, but it had to be several minutes at
least. It was a delicious sight, and one that caused my tired manhood
to awaken. Amanda was beyond aroused and there were clear signs of
her becoming very agitated - the soft skin about her stomach rolling
with exertion, sweat causing her body to shine in the morning light,
the flexing and rolling of the toes of her raised foot. It was
obvious that her own peak was approaching.
Stepping out of the doorway as quietly as I could, I retreated down
the hallway to the kitchen, leaving the door open so she would know
that she had had a witness to her self-pleasure.
-*-
The sight that I had witnessed resolved any questions I may have had
about Amanda's interest in me - whether it had been necessary
desperation or genuine lust. The sound of her pleasure as well as the
scent of her juices - a bit sharper than her daughter's had been - was
ingrained into my consciousness.
Amanda came down to fix breakfast and looked rather embarrassed to
find me at the table smiling silently and staring at her in amusement.
She turned pale of face as she attempted to create French Toast with
maple syrup. She had worn a rather conservative, ankle-length skirt
and thick sweater. Yet, the skirt could not hide the sexy curves of
her ass and legs.
When she set the plate before me, I took her hand in my strong paw and
held her firmly next to me, not that I thought she was going anywhere.
Amanda could not meet my eyes but turned her pale face toward me.
"Maybe you should leave the door to your room open from now on,
Amanda? I would hate to miss another show!"
As soon as I let go of her hand, she spun and retreated to the counter
and away from me. I chucked to myself at her humiliation while
feeling the new limits to our relationship - none.
-*-
Amanda made herself scarce around the house for the next couple of
days, spending long hours in the corner of the basement pretending to
do laundry. And since that morning, the door to her room had not been
closed, as per my instructions, although it usually had less than two
centimetres of opening rather than being wide open.
A couple of times, I stood in her doorway watching my ageing mother-
in-law sleep, as I often go to bed long after she has. Once, I stood
watching her change from her day-clothing to her skimpy nightgown.
All the while her face was white and her body shivered in
embarrassment. But her ability to anticipate the times I passed the
doorway to her room, planned or not on my part, ensured that I saw
little of anything that greatly excited me.
That had to change.
She was hanging up a pair of white thigh-high stockings over the
mirror to her dresser. They were wet from being hand-washed in her
private bathroom sink.
"Amanda?"
As I stood in the doorway to her room and spoke up, she jumped in
surprise. She stood still, facing me with a single dripping stocking
in her hand, looking rather startled - like the proverbial deer in the
headlights. After supper I had disappeared to watch a couple of hours
of television. When it was the normal time that I go to the office
and read till an hour or two after midnight, I had come up to the
doorway to her room before going to the office.
"Before you go to bed tonight, I would like you to come to the office.
OK?"
She nodded after a lengthy pause. The obviously remembered that the
last time we had crossed paths in my office, she had left her panties
upon my floor.
I slowly looked down to see that the white stocking in her hand was
most probably what Amanda had worn today - her bare legs and feet
stuck out of her knee-length brown skirt. Of course she saw my
leering gaze.
As I spun around to leave, confident that she would do as I ask,
dominant bravado overtook my senses and I turned back toward her.
"And Amanda... since you will be doing what you did to wake me up the
other morning, I would like you to wear the same 'uniform.'"
I resumed my retreat to my office, a stupid, confident smile upon my
face.
-*-
Amanda slid into my brightly lit office without a sound and with only
a faint scent of her vanilla perfume. I didn't even pretend to read;
my book lay on the low table next to my easy chair. Amanda stopped
when she stood before me, hands at her side and face set into an
incomprehensible mask.
Openly I took in the aged body revealed beneath the sheer white
nightgown with only a lacy pair of thigh-high stockings as
undergarments. Even as I looked, her nipples tightened and thrust
proudly from her old breasts that were so unlike her daughter's
bountiful chest. My gaze moved downwards to the dark bush between her
thighs. It looked like she never trimmed its naturally-curly,
triangular jungle - again, unlike her daughter.
When I looked up to her face, I saw that she was looking at the throw
pillow upon the hardwood floor at my feet. She glanced toward me and
caught me staring at her. Her mature face took on a look of near
virginal embarrassment.
"On your knees." I spoke so softly that it came out as barely a
whisper in the quiet room, yet I knew she had heard it like a clap of
thunder.
Quickly and awkwardly she rushed to her knees, kneeling upon the throw
pillow and staring toward me with anxiety beginning to show in her
face and eyes. Her breathing was coming in long deep gulps, and,
being this close, I could see random quivering hit upon different
parts of her barely hidden skin.
I'd anticipated this moment so very much - controlling the woman to
extract what I had already enjoyed from her, demanding the same but
under my conditions. I spread my knees and my old red bathrobe
slipped off both of my hairy legs. I was revealed to the waist.
Amanda's eyes slide down to my groin and did not blink or move from
that destination. Pausing only a lengthy moment, she laid both of her
cool palms upon my hairy knees and slowly leaned in. Amanda licked at
my soft member till it rose to its proud height. Then, she closed her
eyes, opened her mouth and engulfed me.
Let me not bore you with the long time that my mother-in-law made
slow, passionate, oral love to my manhood. Just know that she used
her mouth and two hands to ensure that my pleasure, when it came, was
exquisite. Her three husbands, the last younger than her daughter,
had evidently taught this woman to use her mouth like none that I've
ever felt or imagined. As she sucked, licked, and kissed me, I played
with her brown, curly hair, holding it from her busy face so that I
might watch an artist at work.
As the inevitable orgasm drained the juices from my body, I saw her
throat hungrily gulp down the slimy tribute. Amanda did not lift her
face from my lap until I had shrunk to an embarrassingly small,
exhausted size. At that point she allowed my pleasured appendage to
slip from her wet lips and slap down upon my sweaty thighs and balls.
Thinking the encounter finished, I was surprised when she leaned in,
eyes still shut, and licked the abundant saliva from my soft shaft as
if searching for only one more drop of my nectar. It took my firm
handful of her thick hair to lift her from my exhausted dick.
Finally, with me still holding her hair in my hand, Amanda's eyes
opened and we shared a knowing, contented look. Her position in the
household, one of subjugation to my desires, was not only accepted but
gave her what she felt she needed. We said all that in a single
shared gaze!
"Stand up."
I let go of her hair and she rushed, with less fumbling this time, to
stand before me between my spread knees. The quivering I saw earlier
was more violent now, and I could see her sticky, wet, soft thighs
through the white sheer nightgown. As it only went to a few inches
above her knee, it took little effort to slip my hand, palm upwards,
beneath her garment and between her knees.
There was no resistance - I did not expect any - but her soft,
nylon-covered thighs hindered my path past the edge of the elastic
edge of her stocking. I grasped the side of her leg and revelled in
the warm moist nylon, so unlike her daughters meaty thighs. I
realized that it was odd that I even thought of my dead wife at such a
time.
I did not even look up as I said, "Spread your legs, Amanda."
Quickly she stood with her white-nylon-covered feet on either side of
the cushion, directly upon the hardwood floor. The inside of her
sticky thighs quivered in anticipation.
Now my hand easily slid up past the edge of the stiff elastic band of
the stocking to the hot, wet, soft flesh above. It felt as though
there was thick, slippery oil applied to her hot flesh. My hand
easily accelerated the last inches till it held a hot, wet, hairy
woman in my palm.
Amanda sighed and bent her knees outwards, to open the valley between
her legs for me.
I looked upwards to see that my mother-in-law's eyes were closed and
her mouth was open with her tongue comically hanging out the corner of
her lips. The old woman was really getting off on this!
Bending my two middle fingers, I slipped them effortlessly into the
slick, smooth channel beneath the jungle; they were suddenly swallowed
into Amanda's body. As the heel of my hand hit the top of her slit
and my two middle fingers disappeared to the third knuckle inside my
wife's mother, she loudly sighed, froze every muscle in her body, and
then let out a long high-pitched screech.
The old bat had just cum on my hand!
Hidden, secret feminine muscles clenched around my fingers and that
feeling brought a smile of remembrance to my face - her cunt was just
like her daughter's. A wash of fluid came out of her so that my hand
was drenched to the wrist. Her body was suddenly jerking in waves and
looked like it was about to topple over. Yanking my hand from between
her legs, I reached out and pulled her to my naked lap by grasping her
soft hips. Her body jerked and quivered, slowing down but leaving her
a mass of flesh upon my person.
Her head tilted back and my lips found hers; I tasted myself upon her
tongue as I devoured her orally.
Later, when I took my mouth from her ravaged wet red lips and opened
my eyes, I saw her surprised but thrilled gaze looking up at me with
nothing less than total love.
-*-
Sending her to her own bed that night was rough. I wanted to feel her
warm, soft body next to my own; I wanted her available female charms
to only be an arms-reach away from me.
I tasted her juice from my slick hand after she disappeared and
groaned with the memory of my own wife.
They were so alike and yet so different.
A huge breakfast awaited me next morning. Amanda wore the shortest
skirt and the sheerest blouse and stayed near me as much as possible
throughout the meal. She was completely available and anxious for
attention - the message was obvious.
I'll admit I enjoyed the offer.
As a fifty-something woman, she was no teen hard-body; but she was
indeed sexy and available, and she brought back fond memories of a
healthy wife.
There was one thing about Amanda, however, that did not remind me
about her daughter - her submission.
"I'd like you to go shopping for me today...?" Amanda quickly came
over to stand obediently before me, smiling and nodding in agreement.
"After lunch I am going to sit in the living room and you are going to
wear absolutely nothing as you lay on the table..." She licked her
lips anxiously and nodded her head dumbly. "...legs spread, using the
dildo you are going to buy to bring yourself off."
A little of her smile disappeared, but only for a brief moment before
it returned as strong as before. "I would love to!" She meant it.
I gave one more command that did not even cause her to bat an eyelash.
The afternoon promised to be fun.
-*-
Until I watched Amanda masturbate the other evening from her doorway,
I had never truly seen a woman in self-passion before. That one
glimpse was enough for me to mortgage my soul to the devil to see it
again. That glimpse and the willingness of this woman to do whatever
I asked was enough for my desires to surface.
The leather couch was very comfortable, but any movement would cause a
rude noise. It was a playful fact that my wife and I enjoyed coupling
in this room if only for the comic factor of movement on the leather.
A low marble table dominated the rectangular space before the couch,
and I knew from experience that it could hold the weight of two
people.
Amanda cleared her throat behind me, near the entrance to the room, to
announce herself. I did not even turn to watch her.
"Come here, Amanda."
My mother-in-law had spent more of my money evidently. Four inch
heels on new black slippers echoed loudly on the hardwood floor,
logging her advance toward me. She wore a silk, pearl-coloured kimono
that barely covered her hips but generously covered the rest of her to
her throat. In her hand was an eight-inch, fat, clear dildo that
actually shone in the afternoon light. She stopped when she stood
between my denim-covered thighs, hands by her side but breathing
heavily.
"Do you do all that I ask?"
"Yes sir." Her voice was husky, breathless; and I liked her use of
'sir' toward me.
"Show me."
With her empty hand she reached before her and pulled a flap of the
kimono to the side revealing her body beneath. My instruction to trim
herself had been taken to an extreme. Smooth skin shone back at me.
Gone was the jungle, and I marvelled that that part of Amanda was
ageless.
"Lose the kimono."
A quick flick at the slip-knot about her waist and a jerk of her
shoulders, and the expensive fabric fell to her heeled, slipper-clad
feet. I admired my mother-in-law's small feet in the slipper, and
decided to let her leave the shoes on during her exhibition.
I looked slowly upwards, admiring every mature centimetre, but I froze
when I came to her neck.
There, around the wrinkled skin of her neck, was the very expensive
pearl necklace that I had given my wife for our fifth wedding
anniversary.
Memories of my wife bitching about her mother's lack of respect for
privacy hit my soul. The naked woman before me was not my not-so-long
departed wife, but was wearing her jewelry in such an intimate
fashion. Anger began to well up in my heart, overwhelming the lust.
I could not tear my eyes from about Amanda's neck.
"Where did you get that?" My voice projected as much venom as I could
generate. Amanda brought her free hand to the necklace as if to
protect it from my new, threatening mood. There could be little doubt
what 'that' was.
The virgin dildo fell to the hard wood floor, but neither of us made
notice of its loss.
"I thought you would like it?" I could hear the fear and anguish in
her voice.
The old cow had invaded my room, gone through her daughter's walk-in
closet and searched her jewelry case. She had invaded what could not
be touched - my wife's favourite things. Her life may have been gone,
but I was far from letting her go!
"Give it to me. Now!"
I held out my hand until the quivering wrinkled paw dropped it into my
palm. Bringing my hand before me, I stared with a weary, torn soul at
the necklace, trying hard not to tear up at the fond memories that
were flooding into my consciousness, including the one in this very
room when I had given it to her.
Amanda's heels made a terrible racket as she tried to retreat, causing
my mind to return the cow now trying to creep from the room.
"Stop!" It was nearly a shout and the old woman did just as I
ordered.
"Get your fucking ass back here!" No mistaking the anger and danger
in my voice now, but the old woman had little choice.
She stood before me, hands folded before her, hiding those teen-like
loins from my heartless eyes.
"Touch another thing of my wife's and..." I remembered the promise she
had made me give her upon her death bed. "... and you're fucking out
of here!"
A long and very awkward pause before Amanda tried to explain, "I did
not mean to...!"
"Shut the fuck up, cow!" My shout echoed off the walls of the high
ceiling room.
The sight of her made me sick; my lust for her body now embarrassed
me, shaming the memory of my wife. They were so different but then
there were things that were so much the same. Then, I remembered that
one main difference I had discovered this morning.
"Turn around, cow."
She did, sobbing like a child with tears ruining her mascara. It
didn't matter. I did not have the patience to look at her face again.
"Now get on your knees," (which I knew she was very good at), "and
bend over the table!" My voice held no option, but if I had given
even a small thought to it, I would have known Amanda would never
disobey me - not now, not after submitting to me thus far.
Just the position she was in, like the last time my wife and I ...
The table was strong, so firm that it had taken all of our abuse.
Shit! I had thought to rape my rage using Amanda's old body, but the
memory of my wife in exactly the same position stole that revenge from
me. I needed something new, something my wife and I never did, to
recover the cathartic impulse I had set out on.
I saw the clear unused dildo upon the floor next to the new kimono,
and immediately dismissed it. That was for the cow's pleasure, not
mine - at least not now.
I felt the hard round pearls in my hand, hurting me as my fist
clenched it so tightly, and I opened my paw to look down at the shiny
beads. Suddenly I was hating them - hating that they stole my current
pleasure away, hating that they brought so many memories of a fonder
time, hating that it hurt so much just to look at them.
If the cow wanted them so fucking bad, she could have them!
Leaning forwards I easily reached the raised bottom, which I used my
free hand to spread.
Sobbing against the marble table, the cow did not even acknowledge my
touch. Any doubt I had evaporated!
"Hold your ass apart, Amanda."
It took some seconds before I even realized she heard me, but slowly
both hands came around to grasp a cheek in each and spread wide. Her
wrinkled small hands were a contrast to her smooth white ass, and I
knew it to be the duality of a mature woman's sexuality. I had learnt
much in the last weeks with Amanda.
It was my first sight of her this way, and in happier moments I would
have devoured it with elation. Though different in body, including
back sides, both mother and daughter had round sexy bottoms that led
deep to a wrinkled brown sphincter.
Amanda's clenched as if in fear of what was coming.
Heartless, I shoved the first two fingers of my free hand into
Amanda's cuntal passage and raped her mercilessly with the digits.
Being the submissive cow she is, her body warmed quickly to the
invasion - her sobs disappeared; her breathing became rapid, with a
familiar erotic tempo; her stomach pressed down into the marble
beneath, arching her back and pressing out her sex; and, of course,
the liquid of her pleasure coated my fingers.
I added a third finger and shoved it aggressively and mercilessly,
though the old woman was far from asking me for mercy. Panting with
pleasure, she was pressing her hips back to meet my thrusting digits.
The sight was drowning my anger and causing my cock to harden. The
inner lips of her sex clung to my digits as I dragged them roughly
from her body. It was as though she was afraid of losing them. The
sight and feel of her distended lips clasping my finger was enough to
mesmerize me.
But not enough to disregard the purpose of my soul.
With the pearls held in my other hand, I slipped its index finger
along the slippery soft thighs until it was coated with the lubricant.
Lifting it to between the soft spread globes, I aimed it perfectly
toward the clenching anal ring and, amazingly, it seemed to open to
accept my thrust.
Her body was denying me even this revenge. She was positively buckled
with passion now. Amanda's ass seemed to suck my finger, clenching and
sucking on it as she shoved her sex back to meet my other busy hand.
I wanted her to be humiliated, to cry out in anguish at this
indiscretion, this rape of her person. Instead, she was starting to
go wild with lust - enjoying not only the three fingers in her normal
entrance but also the single one in the other part of her person.
Yanking both hands from her, I sat back and calmed my own breathing,
hating my hard manhood for its weakness and staring at the feast
before me.
Amanda pulled her cheeks wider apart, something that I thought was not
possible, so that the rear hole was level with the rest of her flesh
and not hidden in its usual valley. She relaxed and allowed her back
passage to press outwards, easing my work.
She knew what I was doing; she had to feel each round hard pearl as it
slipped past her hard anal muscle. I did not stop until only a few
centimetres of the expensive necklace were visible.
That caused a pause in me and I stared down at the blasphemy of the
moment.
My wife would not have ever allowed me to do this to her - to befoul
her treasure in such a way, to abuse her body in that place, or even
to look upon her in such an intimate way. They were the same but
different.
My belt quickly opened, as did the buttons to my jeans. I kicked
Amanda's knees together so that the sight was delicious. I yanked her
hands from her ass and threw them back onto the top of the table.
Like I had done it a hundred times, and perhaps I have, just not with
Amanda, I knelt down behind her kneeling form.
One reason my wife and I enjoyed this room, with its leather couch,
and low marble table and bright light was that it was a room made for
many possible sexual positions. One of my favourites was the one
Amanda knelt in.
I looked down at the round white globes before me and saw an obscene
white tail sticking out. It nearly caused a burst of laughter, or
perhaps a sob, to escape my lips.
With one hand grasping a soft hip, the thumb pulling a cheek apart
enough to allow my gaze to reach the start of the white tail, and with
the other hand holding my manhood in position, I leaned forward.
My cock sunk effortlessly, to the root, into my mother-in-law's body.
--
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Title: Command Word List
Keywords: mF, teen, mat, inc, grandma, son, mdom, mc
Author: Caesar
Summary: Fred finds a list of phrases that seem to control his grandmother.
There was a young woman named Florence
Who for fucking professed an abhorrence,
But they found her in bed
With her cunt flaming red,
And her poodle-dog spending in torrents.
Command Word List
by Caesar, copyright 2005
$Revision: 1.4 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $
Every summer mother donates me to help my grandparents around the
house - painting, trimming and other general duties to both lawn and
structure. This year being the first since grandpa had died before
last Christmas and so my mother had loaned me out for a full week
rather than the traditional weekend!
To say the least, this fifteen year-old dreaded every second - wanting
to be a sloth full-time comes much more naturally.
It was one of the hottest and most humid days of the summer up till
then. So grandma wore loose fitting shorts, buttoned up shirt and
sandals. I wore shorts and not much else. Both of us started to
sweat even before we started to work just after breakfast the first
morning of my visit.
Grandma is an attractive, in an aged sort of way of course, and
energetic old bird. No I never looked at her that way - but I did not
miss the fact that she still had a waistline and that her legs were
her best feature. In fact, I was a little proud that my grandma was
not the least like most of my friends' - old and miserable.
Before it got too hot, grandma asked me to retrieve the junk in the
peaked roof of the garage - to bring it down to the cement floor for
her to sort. It was dust covered boxes of memories - many opened or
rotting - stacks and stacks of them.
It was dusty, and as the sun rose in the sky, hot work.
I don't know how many trips up and down that folding ladder I did that
first hour - but there were still plenty of boxes in the attic and
grandma kept opening and sighing deeply when discovering some
memorable content from her past.
Since I had been much more proficient than my grandma, as she
frequently strolled down memory lane, I started to slow down - a drink
of cold water, sitting down to rest for a moment, and even looking at
some of the old junk from my grandparents past.
At one point I sat down in the attic and checked out some of grandpas
old war medals, slowly inspecting each. They came from a dusty smelly
old foot locker that was unlocked.
After the medals, an old helmet, mess kit, a smelly pair of leather
boots and even powdered mouth powder and boot polisher. I was just
about to close the box and continue when I brought out a small leather
bound note book. The leather had turned brown with age and the pages
yellow.
There was only a single page of writing, the rest empty. In dark ink
that had run or faded, the odd list stood out enough for me to inspect
it closer.
Glenda's Command Word List
soaring heat sexy for her man
green gremlins removes clothing
insatiable tart needs sex
naughty river becomes submissive
horse prick needs to suck
my red ass daddy's naughty little girl
unclimbed summit willing to try kinky sex
Glenda was my grandmothers name! The rest, well, that was just all
noise to me - puzzling how it listed some obviously strange and
provocative words. And what did it mean with the heading of 'command
word' listing?
"Have you fallen asleep up there Freddy? I have nearly caught up to
you."
I hated when she called me that, no one calls me 'Freddy' not even my
mother.
"No grandma - I will be right down." I stuffed the small leather
notepad into my back pocket and grabbed another box before I carefully
descended the stairs.
Since we had started work that morning, grandma seemed to be rather
melancholy with the emotional task she had set out for us to complete
today. So when I spoke a phrase out of that notebook it was to be
provocative - because, as I was beginning to believe, it was some old
codes that grandma and grandpa had devised for when they wrote letters
back and forth during the war. That is what horny teenagers forced to
separate do right? Not understanding sexuality, but overwhelmed with
its emotions and feelings, we approach it each in our own way. Mine
was to be blunt and to use humour.
"Grandma? 'Green gremlins'!"
I starred at her with a smirk, expecting her to turn bright red and
wiggle a finger at me in anger. Instead she starred at me in
something like shock - open mouthed and wide eyed. Finally, "What did
you say Freddy?" She practically whispered this.
With the unexpected response I did not have the heart to say the
phrase again and just shrugged while starring back at her.
When it was obvious that I was not going to say anything, grandma
asked in a near-whisper, "Are you sure this is what you want honey?"
For some strange reason my shrug turned into a single nod of my head -
though I had no idea what I was agreeing too.
Grandma sighed deeply and then brought up her dust covered hands and
hooked her thumbs into her elastic waistband and shoved them down her
long shapely legs.
My nervous silence turned into shock - as I watched my grandparent
step out of her discarded shorts before her hands came up to start
working on the buttons of her dirty shirt.
Since my grandma had started to remove her clothing, something in her
had changed. It was a subtle mix that I could not decipher - it was
almost like she was anxious or pleased.
Was that what that notebook listed, commands that grandmother had to
act out? I had said the word phrase next to the line about 'removes
clothing' and suddenly she was stripping right before my eyes.
"Grandma stop!" She blinked in surprise and froze with her hands just
on the verge of pushing the unbuttoned shirt off her shoulders. I
could see the white sports bra beneath.
"Is this not what you wanted me to do Freddy?"
I had to tear my eyes from her exposed flesh, her long legs, the white
cotton panty covering that place between her legs.
"Or am I finally too old to expect any man to think me attractive?"
Grandma suddenly dropped the shirt so that it fell to her bare feet
before stomping out of the garage in only her bra and panties.
When had she removed her sandals?
What a fucking heel I felt like. The book had given me the phrases to
control grandma - of that I was suddenly sure of. In my fifteen
years, I had never once seen my grandparent as exposed as she had been
only seconds before. That was simply not how our family does things -
nudity was not condoned or accepted in any common way. So, without
realizing the power I held over her, I had used that phrase and saw
more than I had ever seen before - but in telling her to stop, she had
assumed I had been disgusted with her body.
Oh sure, it was not like the co-ed girls in my school - especially the
seniors. But grandma had all the right curves in the right places and
the sight of her had done more than simply surprise me. Hell, it was
the first intimate promise of womanly flesh in my life, what do you
think it did to me?
"Grandma?" I followed her back into her home - the place of my
mothers childhood, the place where my grandfather read me stories on
his knee as I inhaled the sweet smell of his pipe.
She stood clad, as I had left her wearing her panties and bra, in the
kitchen, boiling water for her tea. As I entered she turned towards
me and crossed her arms before her. The look on her face bore no
patience and boded ill for my immediate future.
The only thing I could think of to say was, "'Green gremlins'!"
Grandma blinked a few times and then spun to turn off the stove
element before moving smoothly to remove that sweaty sports bra and
panty. They lay quickly forgotten upon the floor at my grandparents
feet. There, two meters before me, was a naked woman and I felt my
body tremble.
Ever so slowly she turned on her small bare feet, until she faced me
almost boldly. I could tell that she was trying to read my
impressions of her bare form - to see if I was disgusted or enjoyed
the sight. This gave me the strength to boldly view the naked woman's
body before me. Those dark small nipples, the thick inverted triangle
between her legs, even how the tan lines seemed to cause the normally
hidden flesh of her body to glow brightly in the morning light.
"Do I look so terrible Freddy?" She seemed nervous suddenly, as if
fearing an answer but feeling forced to answer. I really had no idea
what it is like to be a older woman with a younger man appraising her
aged body - but I could imagine.
My head eventually nodded negatively long before my raspy whisper,
"You're hot grandma!"
A pleased, and perhaps proud, smile spread slowly on her lips. "No
one but your grandpa has seen me naked since I was about your age."
She slowly turned, giving me a great view of her sexy curves and that
perfectly proportioned ass.
It could be the ass of one of my more attractive teachers. The legs
perhaps a little thinner, but long enough to give me the impression
that her short frame was in fact tall.
Though she stood before me for a very long while - neither of us
saying a word, she studying me and I her - both of us seemed satisfied
and pleased with ourselves and the situation. Finally grandma
commented, "I am dirty from the garage, I think I will go have a
shower?"
Grandma never had showers, she was a once-a-night bath person from
long before I was born. She slowly turned, almost as if she did not
want to go as well as knowing eyes would watch her every move, and
started for the hallway. Just before she disappeared, my mother's
mother looked over her shoulder to see me still starring at her ass
and she gave me a quick private smile before she was gone.
I fell into a hardwood chair immediately and took several long breaths
- as my heart was pounding in my chest as if someone was using a
sledge hammer from inside.
With a blink of remembrance, I yanked the notebook from my pocket and
read the list again - the odd phrases suddenly meaning so much more.
I could not believe the luck in finding such a magical item.
As impossible as it seems, those odd phrases seemed to control my
grandmother - and subsequently, I uttered them and had controlled her.
Her disrobing like that before me was like halting the flow of a great
river, so incredible as it was.
My feet moved quickly as I followed my grandmother within minutes of
her disappearance. The bathroom door was still open and I could see
the shadowed bare form beneath the steaming hot water behind the
curtain. I strode over and pulled the curtain aside and spoke
hurriedly, "'Soaring heat'!"
Grandma, at first, looked surprised at my intrusion - whipping water
from her face to blink at me. Then a wide smile appeared on her lips
and her eyes seemed to twinkle as she hoarsely asked, "Are you here to
join me honey?" She did not wait before a hand reached out and
caressed, that is the only term appropriate, my shoulder.
That single touch seemed to draw me into the shower stall as if her
hand was magnetic.
Grandmother seemed to swing her hips generously as she reached past me
to close the curtain. She then covered her mouth and giggled like any
girl my own age would have, "Are you going to shower with your shorts
on Freddy?" Her dripping wet eyebrows fluttered several times.
"Would you like me to take them off for you honey?"
Now I know you will think it sounds stupid but I felt embarrassed at
walking into the shower with my shorts on - infantile or at least
juvenile. Should I just post 'inexperienced' or 'virginal' on my
forehead?
My hands moved quickly and shoved my shorts off so that I stood naked
facing my grandmother. I felt so inadequate and uncertain what to do
next. Then the realization that my hard teenage penis was fully
exposed and I felt heat flushing the skin of my face from
embarrassment.
Grandma, though, was staring unashamed at my fully hard manhood. "Oh
Freddy... you have a beautiful penis!" Her eyes looked up into my
own, almost playfully, "Is that what you young people call it now?"
My mouth moved anxiously, wanting to appear less inexperienced than I
truly was and used the crude title my friends used amongst ourselves,
"'Cock'."
Grandma giggled into her hand again before her eyes starred back down
at my teenage dick, "I like that... 'cock'... it sounds so deliciously
naughty!" Then her eyes looked intensely into my own, "I love your
cock Freddy."
Then the moment was lost as she turned back towards the shower head
and adjusted it so the water hit us both. This allowed me to exhale
the breath I had been holding unconsciously as well as to enjoy the
intimately close sight of my grandmothers naked wet flesh.
I loved how her pale skin shone with the layer of water rolling down
it. It seemed to make those sexy curves glow.
When she spun back around, grandma held a bar of soap. "May I wash
you honey?" She fluttered her eyes a few times before I could even
nod.
Grandma suddenly dropped to her knees and began to lather up my feet
and legs, slowly moving higher. She worked systematically,
methodically, so that every centimetre of my flesh was caressed by the
soap covered hand. She worked right up to my thighs before she
stopped and gave me another flutter of eyebrows, "Shall I clean your
cock for you honey?"
There she was kneeling naked and wet before me, one side of her face a
breath away from my hard dick, those eyes looking deeply into my own.
There was no age difference between us at that moment, nothing saying
that she was decades older than I or that what I was doing was
illegal.
Now I understood what it meant when someone said a guy's dick is his
second brain! Because that was where I was doing most of my thinking
at that moment. This is my grandmother for gods sake!
Not getting an answer, grandma lost some of her smile and some of the
twinkle in her eye, before she continued to soap up my torso to my
neck. As I watched her, the magic seemed to have dissipated from
between us - and for the life of me, I was not sure what I may have
said to cause this.
In moments, when she was again standing before me, grandma said
simply, "You have a gorgeous body Freddy." She turned around and bent
to turn off the shower, she having completed hers before I arrived.
Grandma opened the curtain, stepped out and passed me a towel before
retrieving another for herself. She did not look at me as she dried
her long thick brown-gray hair.
Then the words that I feared to say came mumbling through my lips,
"'Horse prick'."
Grandma slowly turned her head to look over her shoulder at me - I saw
that that glint was already smouldering into a blaze again within her
eye. She licked her lips slowly while her eyes studied my hard cock.
She turned around and pulled my wet towel from my hands, dropping it
where her own had landed. Then holding both my hands in hers, she
stepped backwards - out the door, down the hallway and into her room.
It was a grandmother's room - flowered wallpaper, mysterious bottles
and tools on the dresser, stale perfume and moth balls.
Grandma turned and then gently pressed me back into a seated position
at the foot of her bed and let go of my hands. She kept her eyes
locked onto my own as she retrieved a thick flower-print-covered
pillow and dropped it between my spread feet. A sly smile spread and
her tongue constantly licked and moisted her lips - she looked
down-right anxious!
My body was again trembling as I understood what was about to happen -
amazed at what I was about to enjoy. Though never before had it
included my grandparent, what was about to happen was something out of
fantasy.
Grandma slowly knelt down upon the pillows and placed both her palms
on the tops of my upper thighs. Her eyes softened before she spoke,
"Grandma loves you very much Freddy and she wants to make you happy."
Her eyebrows again fluttered in my direction. Almost impatiently she
added suddenly, "I want to suck your beautiful cock Freddy! Please
tell grandma to suck your cock?"
Anxiously she awaited until I realized nervously that I had to speak
the words or else I would go mad with lust from the wait. Sounding
like my voice box had been ground with sandpaper I gasped, "Suck me
grandma? Please!" The last had been in a higher octave and sounded
nothing less than what it was - pleading.
My grandmother just fluttered her eyebrows approvingly and smiled with
pleasure before leaning forwards and engulfing the head of my penis
just as I began to shoot.
It was that fast.
Grandma swallowed loudly and I could feel the sucking warmth at the
circumcised head of my prick.
God it felt good!
Her familiar face eventually rose and her tear-glistened eyes looked
into my own. "It has been years since I tasted anything so delicious
honey. Thank you." It looked like she was about to cry - though it
was a toss up if from happiness or from missing grandpa.
I then noticed a small drop of my sperm on her chin, and for some
reason that sight, and not what we had done up to that moment
together, would alter how I looked at my grandmother from that day
forwards. Gone was the old distant cold woman that us grandkids
dreaded visiting. Within that woman kneeling before me was a person
that I had not considered before - in a relative or not. She was so
complex - experienced but lonely, sexy but hidden. Somehow grandpa
had discovered these words to control his wife - and probably they had
enjoyed them for years and years before I was even born. This
colourful woman before me had been a sexual object of pleasure and
from what I could see in my short glance, enjoyed that part of her
secret self.
Grandma looked down to my lap again and made a gasp of surprise, "You
are still erect Freddy?" It sounded as if this could not be possible.
I am a teenage guy who has just experienced the most amazing thing in
his life - the fact that it included my grandmother pushed it to a
different plain of existence.
There was no hesitation or misrepresentation this time, "'Insatiable
tart'!"
Grandmother quickly smiled widely before lowering her face enough to
press my hard shaft against her smooth cheek in a soothing almost
loving manner, her eyes still locked with my own. "Please fuck me
Freddy? I don't want to live another day if I can't have this
beautiful cock inside me!"
My nod of agreement came immediately after the request. I felt
gallant as well as powerful - I felt good! If her smile could get any
wider, I feared her face my break in half. Hell, had I ever seen her
so happy before?
"Tell me how you want me honey?" She sat back onto her heels
anxiously - as if ready to jump up when an answer came to her query.
The instant confusion of that simple question had to have been obvious
- grandma suddenly frowned in concern and asked gently, "Will I be
your first Freddy?"
Another nod - very embarrassed this time. Though, in retrospect, it
had to have been obvious up to that moment. Hadn't it?
Grandma nodded gently, as if understanding. Perhaps she did? Though
empathy had never been one of my grandmothers strong strengths.
Then she slowly stood back to her feet, her hands finding my own. We
spun about, standing like that, until she was sitting back where I had
been. Then she let go of my hands and rolled onto her back, her legs
rising and her own hands grasping the back of her knees.
In this position I was witness to a more intimate view of this woman
before me than ever before and I began to tremble yet again. I now
understood my bodies reactions as barely contained excitement.
"Put your beautiful cock inside me Freddy?" She wiggled her torso and
the pink glistening loins suggestively.
Taking myself in hand, I felt her eyes watch the head of my penis as
it descended. I prayed that I did not hurt either of us, or humiliate
myself with falling or some other stupid virginal mistake.
Then I felt the hot wet flesh kiss the head of my prick and my life
would never be the same!
The total length of my cock sunk into my grandparents body and it felt
out of this world! This is what every guy I know is either talking
about or trying to do as often as possible. The world seemed to make
sense to me suddenly!
Grandma let out a guttural groan of pleasure before gasping, "I had
forgotten how good that feels! Oh Freddy...!" Her hands let go of
her raised knees and caressed my face and chest, her eyes wide and
pleasure filled. "Now fuck your old granny as hard or soft as you
want my love!"
'My love'? Had 'honey' been replaced?
After the stress to loose our virginity was disintegrated the actual
motion seemed to come natural as my hips began to thrust smoothly back
and forth while my mind drifted into sweet oblivion. I was all eyes
at that place between our bodies, where my glistening hard shaft moved
constantly in and out of my first woman. What a deliciously sexy
sight!
The rest of the world ceased to exist - it was only this old woman's
bedroom and the naked moaning person beneath me. Our world was
defined by my hard cock and the hot wet pussy beneath me.
And how wet! It practically overflowed so that each of my movements
was pounding into liquid fire!
Grandma was rotating her hips and meeting my thrusts with small
movements of her own. She was clenching her eyes tightly and her
mouth was open as if short of breath. Though she had small breasts,
each was topped with a tiny round brown nipple that had tightened into
a little thrusting raisin - each were bouncing around on her chest
deliciously. They drew my hands and as I grasped the soft sweaty
flesh grandma moaned louder and her lips broadened in a pleased smile.
The whole experience would stay with me forever and I tried hard to
stay conscious of the moment and not loose myself in the cloud of
lust. I wanted to remember this event forever!
For example, sex was much louder than I had ever imagined and I do not
mean just the sounds of my heavy breathing or grandmas guttural sighs
and moans. I am talking about my cock moving smoothly back and forth
within a passionate woman - the sloppy sounds echoing up from between
my legs amazed me. And the smell...!
Then she gasped hurriedly, "I am so close! One more minute my
love... oh please...!"
I instinctively knew what it was she was talking about and I devoured
the sights, sounds and smell of my first fuck. Pride filled me that I
could bring pleasure to this woman - even under the influence of my
grandfathers command words.
As the minute progressed grandma's response to our coupling became
louder and more passionate. Her sex felt wetter and the smells became
sharper. She had even locked her feet behind my waist, holding me
between those long sexy legs. Her hands had also turned to claws and
scratched at my back desperately.
I simply continued what I had been doing up to that point - long
smooth thrusts back and forth. This was how fucking was supposed to
be... right?
Then there was no mistaking what exploded within my grandmother. The
body beneath me froze for several pregnant seconds, every muscle
seemed to clench and hold - even that sheath that my cock lay within.
The screech from her mouth rose in volume until it bounced off the
walls and hurt my ears. And then when I thought it could not last any
longer my grandparent began spasming beneath me - her body jerking and
thrashing wildly.
Then it was over and grandma's body collapsed onto the top of the bed,
her feet hanging over the edge, and her skin wet with her sweat.
My hips continued their movement and I fucked that near-comatose body
beneath me with patience. My actions seemed to revive her if only a
little and her eyes open slowly to smile at me dreamily.
Fucking her anxious and participating body had been much more fun than
when she lay still. Another lesson learnt. I was excited for more
such lessons!
"You made me so happy my love!" One hand rose to again caress my
cheek. "I never thought to feel like this again." She giggled like a
teenager and asked, "Would you like granny on her knees Freddy?"
My hips finally stopped moving and I realized that my body was covered
in sweat and sticking to my grandparents sweaty body. It was another
delicious detail that I had never considered.
I knew what she was talking about of course but I had never even
thought of it. Taking a step back was my answer and I starred down at
my dripping wet cock and the gaping hairy wet hole it had just escaped
from.
Grandma let out another giggled and then slowly rolled onto her knees
and elbows - obviously too excited to await an answer. She arched her
back downwards and thrust out her ass.
The sight was magnificent - the thrust of gray curly wet-matted hair
between her thighs, the pink sex flowing wetly with pleasure and even
the new sight of the dark brown wrinkled flesh of her anus.
I did not hesitate or need assistance as I stepped forwards and held
my cock down as if aiming a bow and a arrow at a target. Another
giggle and grandma wiggled her hips - messing up my aim. "Don't move
grandma!" I said a little to harshly. She did not seem to even
notice.
With my free hand I took a hold of her thin soft hip and held her
roughly in place. "Oh Freddy... yes!"
My cock sunk into the beautiful older woman to the hilt, giving me yet
another image to remember.
Both my hands grasped her tips as grandma began to earnestly rock back
and forth on her knees and elbows. God this woman was hot!
My hips thrust aggressively back and forth - faster than I had before
and allowed our bodies to slap loudly and lewdly together as they met.
Distantly I again heard grandma panting with her renewed lust - my own
heavy breathing almost overshadowing her sounds but could do nothing
to compete with the bawdy echos coming from between our thrusting
loins.
Grandma began to gasp and mumble to herself and I only caught short
words from her, "... cock... love... more... again... harder...!"
Starring down between us, I could see how grandma's outer lips seemed
to be swollen and puffy - the inner lips trying to grasp my moving
cock possessively but failing. But I also saw the asterisk of her
anus clench and relax as we thrust and like her breasts earlier, my
hand moved without conscious thought. The pad of my thumb pressed
against and partially into her bum hole and it was hotter and much
tighter than I would have imagined.
Grandma let out a long guttural groan of pleasure at the new contact
and the single, "... yes...!"
With the phrases from grandpa's word listing I could have his wife any
time I wanted - this moment could be repeated countless times. There
were other phrases within it, suggestive and playful phrases that I
could not help but consider - using this moment and my grandma as my
muse. What kind of 'kinky sex' could I have with grandma - was the
place my thumb fondled qualify as 'kinky'? And what would it be like
for my grandparent to act like a teenager, perhaps calling me 'daddy'?
'Naughty little girls' sometimes needed to be punished - a spanking
perhaps?
It was these thoughts, or future plans, that really pushed me over the
edge. My dick swelled up and began to immediately jerk within the hot
wet glove that it was encased. I held to those two hips, forgetting
her anus for now, and pressed myself into her body as I emptied my
balls of sperm.
Grandma jerked beneath me and we would have been unhorsed if not for
my rough grasp of her hips.
All too soon I felt the both of us fall flat onto the bed, she on her
side facing away from me and I on my back. We lay like that for a
very long while - our breathing and bodies slowly descending from that
erotic high as if unwillingly.
Then, perhaps an hour later, she rolled over to face me, her head held
up with a single palm. "I am so glad you found grandpas book Freddy."
It was spoken matter-a-factly but shocked me non-the-less.
"You know?"
Grandma laughed lightly, her eyes distant as if remembering a time
long before I was born. "Of course I knew."
I felt my cheeks flush hotly in shame and stupidity.
"Your grandfather and I loved each other very much Freddy - we made up
that command list when we first got married." They married young, he
in his twenties, she in her middle teens.
A distant smile accompanied her far away gaze, "We had a lot of fun
with that list back then." A sigh. "But he had forgotten it years
ago." From the disappointment in her voice, I knew she had wished it
had not been 'forgotten'.
Grandma's fingers casually strolled down my flat stomach to graze
through my wet pubic hair.
"When you first said those words in the garage I thought I was going
senile, thinking I had you and your grandfather mixed up." She
laughed lightly, distantly at the more recent memory.
Her hand having found my weary penis, toyed with it absentmindedly.
This intimacy was unfamiliar to me but I liked it very much!
"When I realized that I was not going old and I had not imagined those
words, my body reacted rather violently while my mind began to get
angry." Grandma was looking at her hand playing with my soft soiled
cock.
"What does your generation call a woman's privates Freddy?"
I thought of a half dozen names, but only one really stood out, "A
'cunt' grandma."
She made a small acceptance noise and continued, "My cunt had never
reacted that way before - not even with your grandfather. Though it
has been years since we had made love and I never seriously thought to
feel a man inside me again." She meant grandpa of course, and the
last thing I would call what we did was 'make love'. Though I did not
feel the need to interrupt her at that moment.
Grandma shivered noticeably and then giggled like a teenager again,
"See... even now, thinking about it causes me to react!" Her eyes
rose up to my own, "I loved your cock today Freddy."
She said it so earnestly that it would have been a joke coming from
anyone else.
"I loved your cunt grandma."
Her face softened and her eyes again descended to my soft cock and her
fondling hand. "I am fifty-nine years old Freddy and I thought I
would never have another lover - your grandfather being my only one.
And then the way you looked at me...!" She shivered yet again. "He
never looked at me like that and I loved it! My cunt loved it!"
Another girlish giggle.
"I know I am just an old woman and can not compete with girls your own
age but I want you to know", she looked up intensely right into my
eyes, "that I will always be here for your my love."
There was no mistaking what 'here' meant to her. Grandma wanted me to
continue to look on her naked body as I had this morning - she wanted
me to want to continue to have sex with her. Perhaps she even wanted
me to continue to speak the words from the command list?
My silence must have made her nervous, "I would understand if this was
to be the only time Freddy - what we are doing is wrong after all?"
Her hand returned to her raised hip and I felt its loss already, her
eyes starring at the messy bed spread between our naked bodies.
Let me explain that I was overwhelmed with the things I had done, seen
and discovered this morning. In fact my emotions were a little numb
since my second blast from my cock that it took a moment for me to
realize grandma was giving me a way out of this place I found myself
in.
I rolled onto my side facing her, my head held up in my palm and that
arm held up by the elbow.
Throughout this morning, it was only this moment that her face looked
her age. I guessed it was her submerged sadness.
Did she really think that I could discover such a pleasure-filled
world and just turn away from it? Sure she was my grandma and I loved
her as such - but my lust for her simply appended to that love. I
wanted to make her happy! I wanted to feel and hear her orgasm again
and again!
Those softened small nipples topped her very small breasts - I
remembered how they seemed to scratch my palm when they had been hard
as I held her as we fucked. Right now I could lean over and take one
into my mouth, sucking it until it returned to its sexy hardness and I
knew grandma would do nothing but enjoy.
Then there was that brown-gray kinky forest of fur between her legs.
I could reach over and slip my hand between those thin shapely wet
thighs and press a finger, or two, into her. I had fantasied about
doing such a thing with a girl - fingering one I mean. In fact, I had
expected, before this day, to have fingered a girl long before I lost
my virginity. What would grandma do if I was to reach over to do that
now? She would spread her thighs and sigh with pleasure is what I
knew she would do.
The woman I had known all my life was gone - replaced by a woman as
colourful a person as I could ever imagine. I had no doubts that in
public she would be the cold correct grandparent. Yet in private she
was this sexy and willing woman. A woman who would give her all to
her man and there was little doubt in my mind that I was now that man.
My finding the command word list and then the subsequent actions proof
enough. Grandpa was long gone - the sexual part of their relationship
had been dead years before by her own account.
"'Unclimbed summit'!"
Grandma's eyes rose up to my own in surprise - she had really thought
I would not want her again, or was this her reaction to this phrase.
Then, just as quickly, those eyes dropped my my soft weary cock.
"Already?"
My hand reached out and pushed her over onto her shoulders back on the
bed. Her eyes watched my own, tears quickly filling them as I
advanced. "The question is grandma, are you ready?"
She bit the bottom of her lip and nodded her head aggressively,
anxiously. The tears now rolling slowly down both her cheeks.
"Spread your legs grandma!"
I had no doubts that she would have denied me this and she complied
before I had even finished my request.
Climbing off the bed I knelt down on that forgotten pillow and placed
my hands on the inside of her soft smooth thighs. Her flesh felt warm
to the touch and her legs spread further in anticipation.
She watched me anxiously, innocently, past her own body as I leaned
in.
The smell was intoxicating and I loved it. There was no other smell
on this earth that could compare I knew. I actually stuck the tip of
my nose into that full bush and inhaled deeply. Another first to
remember for the rest of my life!
I sat there and then starred at that place I had enjoyed so intimately
only a short while ago. It was the place that all guys want to
acquire - the part of a woman's body that often gave meaning to guys
my age. It was not just an obstacle to overcome, to seek out and
find. It was that place between my grandmothers legs that she drew
her pleasure from and that made it special. It was also a place that
was mine to use and enjoy - at my whim.
My kiss was soft and feather-light but grandma hissed in pleasure then
arched her back up off the bed almost violently. I loved that
response.
My tongue snaked out from past my lips and slipped into the flowered
open pink flower before me. The taste was indescribable, almost alien
in comparison to anything else that I had sampled - but I loved it!
Grandma prayed, "Oh god...!"
A hand grasped my longish hair and held me between those thin sexy
thighs, the other, I saw, was fondling one of those small breasts
roughly. I took note of how she touched herself - knowing this
information would be useful later.
Then, with grandma humping her hips up into my face, I slipped a hand
between my chin and the soiled bed spread and gently pressed a finger
into her sex.
The noises coming from her became guttural but definitely favourable.
Another hand joined the first upon my head and the fingers turned into
claws, grasping my full head of hair anxiously. Grandma's knees had
risen and bent so that her heels dug into the edge of the bed so that
she gained the leverage she needed to begin to pump her hips right off
the bed and directly into my face.
A second finger added to the first and I loved the feel of her hot wet
folds clasping at my thrusting digits. The clitoris, that mysterious
and highly speculated body part, was obvious as it had enlarged and
stuck out from the top of the crevice. I sucked it as if possessed
and grandma screeched in response.
She was going wild but I saw over her heaving thrusting sweaty body a
wide smile.
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Title: Spicing Up Their Marriage
Keywords: mF, voy, cheat, teen, mdom, anal, mat
Author: Caesar
Summary: When Mr. Harrison invites the young man from next door to fuck his wife while he watches - he is unprepared when she needs more.
I have a funny daddy
Who goes in and out with me
And everything that baby does
Daddy's sure to see,
And everything that baby says,
My daddy's sure to tell.
You must have read my daddy's verse.
I hope he fries in Hell.
-- Ogden Nash
Spicing Up Their Marriage
by Caesar, copyright 2003
$Revision: 1.6 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $
The Harrison's have been our neighbours since I had lived in this
house - since I was twelve years old. In that time I can claim that
they are friends of my parents and friendly acquaintances to me and my
sisters.
In the last years though, Mrs. Harrison had been spending a lot of
time looking at me. Making a point to give me odd jobs about her
home, cleaning the pool, cutting the grass, helping with painting the
inside or outside of their home. All the while her eyes would follow
me with a unknown spark within.
When I first realized the attention she was giving me - I was
embarrassed and a little questioning at what she could possibly be
looking at? I never considered that the mature woman was interested
in me physically. At least not initially. It was not like she looked
at me in the same way that I looked at girls my own age that caught me
eye. She looked at me intensely, obsessively and rather brazenly. It
was a shock to my virginal ways.
Only a couple of years later, just graduated from High School and no
longer that innocent teenager that first cut the neighbours grass,
that I only chuckled and ignored her. I knew I was good looking,
tapered muscles and smooth hard tanned skin, tall with broad shoulders
and a ruggedly handsome face. I knew this because it was what kept me
in pussy nearly every weekend and a willing mouth if only I should
pick up the phone.
Let the forty-two year-old woman look - nothing wrong with looking!
That would be the end of this story, me going off to college to get
old and fat, except something happened that summer before I left home.
Something that would forever change how I perceived woman and how I
would travel the paths of my immediate future.
My parents practically bragged to everyone who had a ear, in our small
town, that I had been accepted at a prestigious college and would be
leaving at the end of summer. That is my guess that brought
Mr. Harrison to the edge of his fence that sunny summer day - that and
possibly, yet, another menial chore.
"Todd?"
I stood up and whipped my brow, I had been bagging the newly cut grass
and beneath the hot sun it was stifling. "Hi Mr. Harrison."
He looked a little nervous, "Todd are you busy this afternoon?"
Uh oh, he wanted to hire me to do another messy job around his home!
Well, I only had to do it another few weeks and then I could take the
money and head off to college. "After I finish the grass I'm free.
Do you have something for me to do Mr. Harrison?"
The forty-five year-old man could not meet my eye, but nodded, "Can
you come around at three?"
"No problem sir." I'm surprised he had not told me what the job would
be - most probably something rather labour intensive and he was
worried I would turn him down.
He turned about and mumbled as he disappeared into his home.
I took it easy for most of the day when I realized that it was a
couple of minutes past three and my agreement to help out the
Harrison's. I jump up from before the television and ran over to my
neighbours home and knocked.
The door opened immediately and Mr. Harrison was standing there
looking very sheepish. He must have been waiting by the door for me
to knock. "Please come in Todd." He closed the door behind me and
asked me to follow him into the living room.
There, seated on the couch was his wife, Mrs. Harrison, Julia. She
was wearing an expensive-looking pearl-coloured blouse and tan skirt
that showed plenty of cleavage and lots of leg. Julia watched me come
into the room intently and patted the place next to her, on the couch.
I sat down dutiful.
There was a feeling that I was about to be lectured or interrogated,
as the married couple were staring at me in a undecipherable sort of
way.
Mr. Harrison sat across from us, in a large comfortable chair.
There was a moments awkward silence before Mr. Harrison cleared his
throat and started, "Thank you for coming Todd." He sounded stiff,
formal, as if this was the beginning of one of his companies meetings.
Mrs. Harrison was watching me intently, like a hawk staring at a field
mouse. "Over the last years, my wife and I have noticed how you have
matured into a man."
I stole a look at Julia and saw that her cheeks had flushed slightly,
and since I still had no idea what was going in, I turned back to her
husband and listened.
"My wife, Mrs. Harrison..."
She interrupted and firmly stated, "Julia."
"...Julia, in particular has noticed you."
I nodded affirmatively. I have known for years how she watches me.
He cleared his throat yet again nervously, "When couples get older
Todd, they change, things change. What was important when they were
newly married does not seem so interesting as they age."
"Please George!"
Mr. Harrison turned to look at his wife angrily and hissed, "Shut up
Julia! If we are going to go through with this, I told you that it
has to be my way!"
The harsh sound of his words hit me like a physical blow and I
wondered what the hell was going on here.
He continued in the normal serene voice he had before his outburst,
"What I am talking about Todd, are sexual things." He paused for
effect and I felt the married couples eyes upon me intently and I
forced myself to sit silently and without moving a muscle. "Nearly a
year ago I asked my wife to pick up a man at a bar and, while I
watched, have sex with him. Does that shock you Todd?"
I had to clear my throat before replying, "Yes sir, a little." I
immediately wondered if Julia went through with it?
"My wife agreed, after months of my nagging. Yet when the night of
that planned encounter came, we could not go through with it and we
never tried again." I wondered which of the them backed out of the
planned encounter?
I felt so awkward and out of sorts sitting politely in their living
room listening to the private things that were going on between my
neighbours marriage.
"You see Todd, that I am no longer the man that I was when Julia and I
first married. We rarely ever make love and I am mostly at fault for
this." They did not have sex because he did not want too - crazy old
coot! "My wife though, had only found her desires increasing with
age, while my own decreased." We could have been talking about the
stock market - by the calm voice Mr. Harrison was using.
"A few weeks ago I suggested we try to add another man to our bedroom,
again. Mrs. Harrison... Julia, only agreed if she chose the man." I
knew at that moment that had been she that turned down the earlier
encounter, using it as leverage to demand the choice of her future
companion.
It felt like a hand had taken my heart and squeezed - as I could guess
where this was going. "My wife, Todd, chose you. Would you like to
have sex with Julia Todd?" It was spoken soft soberly that it was
almost surreal.
My mouth hung open and I looked between the two older persons. They
had two kids, for fucks sake - both away to College. Mr. and
Mrs. Harrison were even older than my parents!
Both of the Harrison's were starring at me intently and I wanted to
jump up and leave at that moment. I felt a wave of pity for this
older couple, especially Mrs. Harrison, one that was accompanied by
the loss of my respect for Mr. and Mrs. Harrison. They were just like
everyone else - fucked up.
I've seen the lust in Mrs. Harrison's eyes all these years and only
felt pride that I could attract an older woman. I never thought it
would come to this. She had not even been in my abundant fantasies -
usually enjoyed girls my own age. Oh sure there had been the early,
near-innocent, thoughts of her, but they did not last long.
Something caught my eye, two things actually, that reversed my
thinking and actually made me consider the possibility of having sex
with this woman. Hell, I'm eighteen fucking years old - and as such,
found that I could get it up and fuck nearly anything that spread its
legs.
There, pointing directly at me, were two very hard pointy nipples -
pressing aggressively at the pearl coloured silk blouse. Julia really
wanted this - my eyes trailed back to hers and I saw that she was a
little scared, excited and... something... silently pleading which was
aimed in my direction. Here was a married woman that has barely had
sex in who knows how long.
I allowed my eyes to drift back down to her abundant chest and Julia
thrust out her bosom proudly for my inspection. She was on display
and available for my use. It was like buying a used car - I thought
with evil humour.
Mr. Harrison finally spoke up, "I think we have an agreement right
Todd?" There was amusement in his voice, that was not there earlier.
I held up my open hand to stop him, "Just one minute Mr. Harrison."
"Yes Todd?"
Julia was breathing heavily and I saw that her red-painted nails were
nervously scratching the top of her skirt-covered thighs.
"I will do this if we can agree on a few things?" I have been rather
sexually active since I lost my virginity and though I had never had a
girlfriend - I have had numerous sexual relationships.
"Yes?" He sounded disappointed and I saw Julia's head spin toward her
husband and saw, from the side, her threatening glare at him.
"Everything I say goes... I get to do what I want." Julia was again
looking at me intently, wide eyed, and her head was nodding her avid
acceptance. George only looked at me with displeasure. "Though you
can stay and watch - you don't get to join in. I am not gay and I
don't want to share." He shrugged his indifference.
I starred back and forth, between husband and wife. Waiting for our
negotiating to be accepted.
Julia was starring at her husband while he starred at me, considering
his response. Perhaps he had thought to direct our scene and wondered
just what I had planned if I got to do anything I wanted with his
wife.
Finally, Mr. Harrison nodded his acceptance and followed that up with,
"No pain Todd."
I shrugged and looked at Julia whom could not meet my eyes and had
started to blush ferociously. "I will not agree to that - your wife
has a nice ass and I may want to spank it!"
Mrs. Harrison hissed and I saw a violent shiver run through her body
but she did not say anything. She only starred at her clawing hands
in her lap.
"I am not sure...?"
Julia turned toward her husband and spoke very coldly, "Agree George!"
Finally, his fat jowls swayed as he bobbed his head in agreement.
I turned back to his wife and asked gently, "Is this what you want
Mrs. Harrison?" A part of me hopped that she would stand up and
shriek that her husband and I were sex fiends, perverts - that she
would restore my respect and confidence in her. Though I could go for
a piece of her, if she turned me down I could call a girl tonight and
could get my rocks off easy enough.
"Please call me 'Julia' Todd. Yes, I want this more than you can
imagine."
I nodded, the deal was struck and it looked like I was going to bed
this woman whom had been my parents friend and like an aunt to me all
these years. Standing, I confidently strode toward the exit of the
room.
"Todd?" It was Mr. Harrison wondering where I was going.
I ignored him and called over my shoulder to his wife, "Meet me in
your bedroom Julia - I am going to have a quick shower." I was still
hot and sweaty from the earlier work on the lawn.
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With only a large towel about my waist and my torso and head wet from
the hot shower, I strode into my neighbours darkened bedroom like I
owned it.
There, in a kitchen chair, sat the short fat clothed body of George
Harrison. The chair was against the wall, facing the foot of the bed.
George was sitting erect in the hardwood chair and followed me
intently.
Julia was sitting on the edge of the bed, almost proper, with her
knees together, her hands on her lap and her back straight. She was
facing the doorway that I entered from and her eyes did not blink as
she looked upon my near-naked frame.
I did not waste any time, "Stand up Julia." She quickly stood up from
the bed and stood at attention facing me. Her nipples were as hard
and pointing through her blouse as before. I stopped just before her,
my breath blowing some loose hairs upon her forehead. "You want me
don't you Julia?"
She started to quiver and quickly nodded her chin in the affirmative,
once. Her eyes were staring up into my eye, wide and doe-like.
"Is there anything you do not want me to do with you Julia? Any part
of you that you would not want me to use?" I had no idea what I was
going to do - as this was not scripted out, but I did not want to turn
her off by doing something that she did not enjoy. I was resolved to
have sex here and now but I also wanted Julia to enjoy it as well.
Even at eighteen I had learnt that an aroused woman was an eager and
willing woman.
Again, her head nodded, this time negatively, only once. She
swallowed thickly and then said in a very raspy, dry voice,
"Anything".
My hand came up and tenderly touched the side of her face. Julia
closed her eyes and mewed at the touch. In a softer voice, not caring
if her old man heard me or not, I stated, "You look incredibly
attractive today Julia." Her eyes again opened and were
almost...innocent. As if this was a sixteen year old girl that had
her adolescent fantasies about me and now stood ready for my desires.
It had happened before and its a look that I've seen several times.
Julia's eyes though, told me that compliments of this sort had been
extremely rare in her life and she devoured my simple words as if
starving.
I leaned my head forward and down and brought my lips to her own, her
eyes closed as we kissed softly, with promise. "If you do everything
I tell you today Julia, and trust me totally, I promise you that you
will enjoy every minute." She did not say anything but her eyes again
opened and stared at me. It was like I was the forty-two year-old and
she the late-teenager.
Letting go of her cheek I stood back and openly looked down at her
clothed body. "Very nice. Turn slowly Julia." Upon her white high
heels, she slowly spun before my eyes. "Stop." Her back was to me
and I considered the full ass as if I had never seen it before.
I should explain, at this point, what Julia Harrison looked like. As
you already know, she is a forty-two year-old mother of two. What you
do not know is that she is a head shorter than I, a bit heavy in the
hips and thighs, large round meaty breasts, a cute circular face,
short curly brown hair. It was her face that was the most attractive
- almost youthful and nearly always with a wide happy smile.
In the years leading up to this moment, I had seen her in various hair
cuts, clothing styles and had watched as her age was reflected in her
hips and thighs, about her eyes and at the corners of her mouth. As I
became older and started to question why Mrs. Harrison looked at me so
intently, I had noticed that she seemed to take my opinion about
anything. It could have been something as innocent as her husband
wanting something else done to the lawn - but noticing my
disagreeing-eyes, she would side with me. As well - Julia often spoke
softly and could barely hold my gaze, when our eyes met, while I have
heard her chew out her husband and her kids on more occasions that I
could count. The woman had fire - but toward me, she was nothing but
a little girl. Why she was here, acting this way intrigued and
excited me.
"Lift the back of your skirt to your waist Julia."
Very slowly the tan skirt rose until I saw that her thighs were
encased in white thigh-high stockings... and higher I saw this
middle-aged woman wore a white thong and so much of her pale round ass
was visible, now, to my gaze.
The ass was abundant, like her thighs and hips. Yet do not mistake
that to mean she was fat - Julia was shaped like those nude women in
those paintings in my art classes, soft certainly, but all woman.
"Very nice!" I meant it and could feel my excitement level rising - a
good sign as I had wondered, more than once since Mr. Harrison has
offered me the use of his wife, if I could perform. "Loose the skirt
Julia."
Still facing away from me, with head hung low as if she were
humiliated, Mrs. Harrison unhooked her tan skirt on the side and then
let it drop to her white high-heeled feet. She stood still, except
for the random tremors that rushed through her person, with her skirt
about her feet - knowing that I was appraising her. Had she fantasied
about this moment all those years when she started to stare at me?
Was she anxious for my approval?
How could a middle-aged woman not desire the desirable attention from
a teenage boy? What better gift would a mature woman need?
I came up directly behind her and grasped one of her pale rear cheeks
in my large strong hand. Julia gasped as I squeezed firmly and leaned
in to whisper, "Do you want to know something Julia? I have fantasied
about you since I started to jerk off. But it was this ass that I
thought about often!" It was not a completely true statement - but I
knew it would have the desired effect that I was looking for. Julia
suddenly trembled and did not stop until I let go of her soft shapely
ass and stood back.
"Turn around."
She did, though her feet almost stumbled and it looked like her knees
were about to give up. When she was again facing me, Julia could not
meet my eye, but rather looked at the floor between us.
"Remove your blouse please." I saw that her fingers were trembling
violently and it took considerable effort to undo each button. All
too soon, the pearl-coloured blouse joined the skirt about her white
high heeled shoes.
The white brassier was a large and cumbersome affair - but it had
enough lace and sheer fabric to see the darkness of her wide aureole.
Her nipples, of course, were rock hard, and aggressively pushing
against the fabric.
"Now the bra." Since I accepted this task, I had looked forward to
this rather anxiously. Those big meaty globes of flesh upon Julia's
chest were one of the first things that I had ever thought about -
tits that had fuelled my early fantasies. Now, as their covering
dropped to the floor and I saw the huge breasts for the first time - I
was enraptured. They were certainly large, huge, with very wide brown
nipple - they hung and thrust upon her chest delightfully. They were
a teenagers dream.
I had to have them. I strode forward and took a handful of each,
though they overflowed my large hands, and stood before my middle-aged
neighbour. I leaned over so that my words were for her only, "I want
you!" It was true after all. I have learnt that women also respond
better if they know they turn their partner on - that they are
attractive and sexy to the one that they want. At times in my past I
had used this knowledge to bed the girls that had interested me - and
I wondered, at that moment, if I was only using Julia.
Mrs. Harrison was trembling again, while pressing her chest into my
hands - enjoying. I leaned my head forward and brought my lips to her
own - our kiss was more passionate than before, our moist lips opening
and tasting the other as if we were starving.
Then, from over my shoulder I heard the grunt, "Hurry up and fuck
her!"
I pulled my face from her, feeling her tense up at the gruff words and
whispered, "Forget him - he is nothing." She stared at me in
surprise, but with a pleased look. Then turned my head and growled,
"Shut up Mr. Harrison!" He looked offended at my words and his mouth
opened to defend himself, but he saw the look in my eye and thought it
prudent to stay silent.
Turning back to his wife I softly said, "Take off my towel Julia."
Her eyes were wide, and though we were too close together to see
anything, she looked down at my hairy chest as her two hands fumbled
with the thick knot. I felt the cool air kiss my ass and legs as I
stood naked before this woman.
It was my turn, and let go of those wonderful tits and slide my hands
down her smooth skin to those wide soft hips. I hooked a thumb into
the thin fabric on each side of Julia's body and pushed down gently.
Her thong slide down past her hips where I let it go to bundle about
her feet. She wore only her thigh-high white stockings and her white
high heels.
From past experience I knew heels can be dangerous in a vigorous fuck
- and told her to remove only one more piece of her clothing. "Kick
those heels off Julia." She did, and suddenly she was even shorter
than before.
I stood back and told her, "Climb into the middle of your bed." There
was a small discrete smile coming to her lips now as she crawled into
the king-sized bed and lay down upon her back. Julia thought she was
about to get the fuck of her fantasies.
Not yet.
"Very nice!" She was. "Spread those sexy legs Julia and show me what
you have to offer!" I was being playful but her eyes went down to my
hand, where I slowly stroked my large half-hard cock. Of course, she
immediately did as instructed, her breathing coming faster and deeper.
What appeared between her legs was a manicured brown bush, with short
curly hairs.
Julia's eyes widened in amazement as I climbed upon the bed and knelt
before her alter. Her head started to nod negatively until I leaned
in and kissed the pink hooded clitoris that was poking itself from the
thick hairy lips surrounding it. She suddenly arched her back and
gasped loudly in response. There will be no further denials to me
now.
Using my hands, I pressed her thighs wider and so she had to bend and
lift her knees to allow me full access to that part of her.
I would never have guessed, nor had I ever encountered a vagina as wet
as the one before me. With the opening of her thighs, it gently
spread those meaty lips ever so slightly and to me, looking at that
part of her so closely, it appeared as if a well had ruptured and the
water was boiling to the surface.
It caused a great hunger within me - seeing that excitement - and I
pressed my tongue to the base of her vagina and slowly drew it up to
just before her clitoris. I ignored her responses, as long as they
were positive - which I assure you, they were. I began, like a
feather at first, to gently lick and taste Julia in such a familiar
way that I knew she would never be able to look at me again without
remembering what I did to her. The light touches slowly got harder,
pressing into her folds to suck and tease the pink inner lips and even
past to slip into her deep cavity itself. All this time I ignored her
clitoris - red and throbbing at the top of her cleft, almost begging
for attention. And when Julia started to appear to loose control - I
brought my mouth off her sex and blew my warm breath upon her flowered
open person. I did this again and again until Julia was mad with
lust. I pressed her knees back, almost to her chest, and tightened my
tongue as it pressed rhythmically in and out of her vagina and just
before I knew her climax was approaching stopped, slipped lower and
started to tease and violate her rectum. She was praying to god,
begging, rolling her torso about on the bed while humping up into my
face as I alternated fucking her vagina and ass hole with my tongue.
It was a magnificent performance, if I should say so myself. Yet, the
final scene was about to start. Dropping her soft thighs back to the
bed, I leaned forward and wrapped my lips about the enlarged and
throbbing clitoris and then sucked firmly. While doing this I rubbed
the flat of my tongue continuously over the hard button within my
mouth. The effect was, as anticipated, Julia having a very violent
and loud orgasm.
Since I had first lost my virginity, I have always enjoyed bringing
oral attentions to a sexy, and clean, woman. It was something that a
particular friend was addicted too, a tall black beauty, my age, that
pledged her allegiance to me if only I would using my mouth between
her legs first. Julia, surprisingly, had possibly the best tasting
juices of any of the women that I have been with. She also had a very
responsive, easy to please, vagina that I could come to enjoy again -
if the chance so presents itself.
The minutes moved slowly and Julia lay spread upon her own bed with a
small content smile and her eyes closed. After I gave her some time
to recuperate - though there was no outward sign that she was - I
climbed up her body and aimed myself.
The circumcised head of my cock kissed the hot wetness before easing
past the lips and into the super-heated soft folds of Julia's vagina.
She opened her eyes, as if surprised, and her mouth opened soundlessly
as I slowly entered her fully. When I came to be fully seated within
the mature woman beneath me, I ground our pelvises together knowing
that her clitoris was being aggressively massaged between our bodies.
Both of Julia's hands came up and wrapped about my head in a tender,
and possessive, embrace. Her ankles came up as well and locked behind
me, so that they pressed between the cheeks of my hard ass. We were
effectively chained together in this embrace that only could have one
outcome.
I withdrew myself from that delicious confinement until only the head
of my penis was inside her before shoving it, almost violently, back
in. Again and again, slowly withdrawing and then shoving myself back
into the delightful body beneath me.
If not for the previous day's blow job from a girl friend, I should
think my endurance would have been long spent. As it was, Julia
started to make the sounds and movements that were now familiar to me
- having seen her through the heaving of her belly and beasts as I ate
at her alter. Soon she was yanking herself up to smash her groin into
my own, by using the leverage of her heels on my ass. Julia was
strong and I imagined that there was nought but her shoulders left on
the bed as her hips were dancing in time to my own in the air beneath
me. Her head, though, had risen and stretched so that her lips sought
out my own and our tongues duelled viciously and without mercy.
In my ears I heard my own grunts of pleasure, feeling the familiar
tightening of my balls and sphincter as my fast approaching climax
seemed to cloud out all else. Beneath me Mrs. Harrison was
approaching her own finish and I realized she was determined to
complete at the same time as I. That would be a first for me - and
thought it was such a delicious idea that I was determined to do the
same.
Every muscle in my body tightened so that I was a statue above the
voluptuous and sexy woman beneath me - as I grunted out my pleasure,
an accompanying squeal echoed in harmony. I felt each jerk of myself
in the hot confines of that sexy woman, each spurt of my seed as it
felt like a litre was shooting out the head of my manhood. The cavity
that I found myself in had tightened deliciously, so that it milked me
as if I was in a sexy hot vise.
Finally, I felt myself succumb to the inevitable exhaustion and
allowed myself to roll off the mature woman beneath me. I did this
not out of disgust in her body or in the difference of our ages - but
that I was so much larger and and denser in muscle than her, I feared
to crush her with my weight. I would have much rather had lain upon
her, embedded, and wrapped in that very fine comforting body.
This may have been the end to our play, except I rose back to full
consciousness - having lain in the stupor of sated lust - and felt
small licks upon my soft cock.
A gruff voice reminded me that we were not alone, "What are you doing
Julia?" Her husband sounded rather put out.
The tongue, thankfully, did not stop from its very fine work and I
realized that it was licking my member clean with our mingled juices.
Evidently, Julia enjoyed our mutual taste as her mouth was becoming
more aggressive. Of course, thanks to my youthful cock, I soon rose
to the occasion and Mrs. Harrison's had her lips wrapped about my dick
and was sucking me with much abandon.
Since I have had numerous lips and tongues work upon that part of me,
I knew immediately that Julia was a novice at sucking a man. Yet what
she lacked in skill she proved with her desire to please.
I opened my eyes and then sat up on my elbows to watch that cute round
face move up and down my hard dick - as I so enjoyed watching my cock
get sucked. Unfortunately Mr. Harrison, the cock suckers husband, was
in view at the end of the bed and did nothing to add pleasure to the
sight. Instead I dropped back to the soft marriage bed and reached my
hand out to the raised round ass that belonged to Julia whom, of
course, was kneeling upon her heels.
In easy reach, I generously fondled that part of the middle-aged woman
and remembered my earlier comments. My fingers slipped lower into
that natural crevice and I felt the hard wrinkled donut of her anus -
clenching in surprise at our initial contact. Had Julia not promised
me 'anything'? I have always wondered what it would be like to have a
woman's ass and the enthusiastic way that Mrs. Harrison was pressing
her bum into my fingers, I could not think it a better moment. There
was also the ample evidence of her pleasure upon my tongue - knowing
without a doubt, as I tongued her back passage, that she would not be
against further attention 'back there'.
Having been generously lubricated with my saliva and then her juices,
and latter with my own sperm, I found my middle finger easily slipped
between that very tight hole to the second knuckle. At that point it
would go no further - it being so tight.
Patience and persistence, as it is said, will win the day. Or in this
example, the ass. Within minutes of first entrance, I had two fingers
moving slowly in and out of Mrs. Harrison's rear while she rocked her
body back and forth while groaning with desire upon my rod. Evidently
Julia was enjoying this as well.
At one point I could take it no longer and disengaged myself from her
hungry mouth and moved to kneel behind her. Her cute worried face
looked over her shoulder as she whimpered, "I... I have never done
this before Todd!"
I leaned over, even as the head of my saliva-covered dick kissed her
sphincter, and whispered, "Neither have I Julia."
She smiled, though she did not look much reassured, and then started
to press her hips back to impale herself on my cock. Taking the hint
I pressed forward firmly but gently and all too soon I found my penis
in the tightest most amazing place that it has ever been. It was
definitely different from a vagina, much tighter as well, and
exquisite in its own way.
A gruff voice again echoed, louder this time, from the edge of the
room, "Todd? Oh my god... are you sodomizing my wife?"
I looked over to see the short fat balding man standing, his belt
buckle undone and his short pink hard prick standing out at attention.
If I was not inside the ass hole of his wife, I would probably have
laughed at the comical sight he presented. Was it any wonder that
Julia found my cock so pleasurable - if the small muscle between her
husbands legs was any indication.
Julia was hiding her face in the bed, attempting to relax and enjoy
this new feeling. She was also ignoring her husband - his presence
had become a liability long ago for her. It was left to me to deal
with this stupid old man who gave such a delightful woman away.
"If you don't like it get the fuck out Mr. Harrison. We had a deal!"
Beneath and before me I felt his wife slowly withdraw my my still,
hard, prick before slowly moving back. Julia was fucking her own ass
with my cock.
His face and head turned a bright red and he sputtered in anger, I
felt my own anger rising at the threat of ending this very fine
afternoon and fuck.
"I will not leave while you are fucking my wifes ass hole sir!"
"Get the fuck out George!" Screamed his wife - surprising the both of
us.
With his hard small dick pointing out of his pants, Mr. Harrison
backed out of the room looking furious and bewildered.
With a feverish look in her eye, Julia looked over her shoulder at me
and asked, "Now fuck my virgin ass lover!"
How could I refuse such a gallant offer?
Grasping both of her soft round hips I looked down to watch as my
penis moved in and out of the tight pink hole, stretching it every
time I withdrew. It looked painful but felt very good to me and by
the sounds Julia was making - she was enjoying it as well.
"Reach between your legs and play with yourself Julia." It was
something that always excited me - seeing a woman touch herself. And
though I could not see a thing from our position, I wanted her to do
as I asked while hurrying her pleasure.
Long minutes passed by and it felt as if her rectum was becoming dry -
which would not do, a dry hole can become unreleasable. So I spit
down upon our joined bodies and lubricated it with my saliva. It was
just enough to get us to the finish line.
Julia was speaking incoherently again, buckling her soft body and
praying to god. One thing I did understand was that she was trying to
hold out, wanting to feel me shoot into her bowels, before she allowed
herself a climax. This first time for both of us would be a memorable
one.
I orgasmed first, feeling my seed spurt out the head of my penis even
as my energy seemed to sap away. Just as I thought I was spent, Julia
began to scream and shake beneath me as her own orgasm overtook her.
As she twitched and groaned in passion, I eased the both of us onto
our sides, my dick still in her ass, as we lay spooned as if we were
made for each other. Soon, her orgasm subsided and left us in a
stilled silence from the very fine buggering that we had mutually
enjoyed.
It was Julia that moved first, turning slowly so that my softened
prick eased from her distended rear passage with a loud pop before
laying facing me. Tenderly she began to kiss my face and lips -
leaving not even my closed eyes.
With soft guiding movements, and no words, the forty-two year-old
mother of two eased me off the bed and lead me to the private
bathroom. There she removed her white stockings, one having been
pushed at some point in our tumbles to her ankle, and then turned on
the shower until steam issued from within the glass-encased large
enclosure.
I was lead into the fish-bowl-like confines to find myself washed and
massaged by this mature woman. Her hands moved slowly and with great
tenderness - as if thanking me for such a fine afternoon of lust even
as she used great amounts of liquid soap to cleanse me. A sorrow came
to me, that this moment was symbolic to the end of our afternoon -
that she was cleaning our combined juices from my body as closing
statement of our time together.
So I took the dispenser of soap and began to wash her sexy body -
realizing as I did, that she had become almost embarrassed at the
intimacy. Evidently, she was thinking in simpatico with me. I used
large amounts of suds and cleaned her from toe to forehead - leaving
not a centimetre unclean. In fact, I spent rather a large amount of
time upon her great huge sexy breasts, the crack of her ass and then
the junction between her legs. As I did this I saw that some of the
liquid upon her cheeks was not from the hot water but tears and I
broke our lengthy silence to ask her what was wrong.
Julia tried to shrug off my question but I was persistent and finally
I got an answer. "I am sad because it is over... and there is little
chance George will allow us to do this again."
At the mention of her husbands name I became indignant, he having
prostituted this fine woman to a near-stranger, having neglected her
so that she looked forward to it. He, in my opinion, had lost his
rights to this wonderful woman.
The words came from my lips without conjuring over them beforehand, "I
don't want this to be a 'one-night-stand'."
She mumbled in agreement, "Neither do I... my love."
It was like our sorrow was starting to drag us down, so at that moment
I slipped two fingers up into the very channel that I had so enjoyed
earlier. Julia hissed in surprised and then a wide pleasant smile
appeared before her hand reached out and found my quarter-mast prick.
Our tongues intertwined as we frigged each other anxiously. I roughly
shoved her hand from my dick and pressed myself before her, Julia's
back against the cool white tile. It was a fumbling, slippery affair
as I angled my now-hard-cock between her thighs, she upon her toes.
It is never enough, not until that final moment of orgasmic release -
and so removed my two fingers from within her and immediately replaced
them with my ready manhood.
The look she gave me was of awe - as if I was her chosen god.
Near angrily I hissed between clenched teeth, "I want to do this
again!"
Holding one leg behind the knee while the other was upon its toe, I
pressed my self in and out of Julia's body aggressively. This was not
slow majestic love making - but a sloppy fast fuck and it was evident
that Julia was enjoying herself yet again.
It was like a dam had broken between us as she spoke the next words -
and it had serious, real-life, consequences that were not visible at
that moment. "I will do anything your want... anything!" Her passion
was rising, her awe for me close behind. Her hands were holding me
about my chest as we grunted and slipped against each other.
My words poured from me, "I am going to fuck you every day!"
"Yes!"
"I am going to use every hole of your body!"
"Yes... yes!"
Our grunting was becoming bawdy, some of the sounds having nothing to
do with slapping wet skin or the shower head - but rather echoed from
the point where our two bodies joined. It was music to my ears and
proved, once again, that she had the wettest sex of any woman that I
had ever known.
There was one final tension, one thing that I had not spoke about. It
was the cloud, or rather the limit to those hastily spoken words. And
to address them was to look a the cold facts that nothing lasts
forever. It was my fast approaching end of summer vacation - and that
I was leaving home to go to College - a mere five hour plane flight
from my parents home. Not a trifle thing.
Even as our passion rose and I thought about the end of summer and its
consequences, I also realized that Julia was fast approaching yet
another orgasm. Her legs were now about my waist, my hands holding
those big sexy ass cheeks while my torso pressed her against the wall.
I had fucked, once before, standing - with a petite little Junior, a
cheerleader, that had little to offer but a small round ass and nice
teeth.
Julia was different - completely different than the girls my own age.
She was no model, did not look like half her age. She looked her age.
Yet there was some fire within her that burned bright when I was with
her, in her. It was not a trifle thing to be looked upon with love,
awe, god-like-devotion. And if truth be told, Julia Harrison was the
best fuck in my short life. And surprising, it did not come from
mature experience - but from that fire within her.
Julia orgasmed for the last time that day upon my hard cock -
twitching and gasping, which was now familiar, upon me. It was rather
intimate as I held her in my arms as her whole body underwent its
final sexual ordeal.
Finally, I lifted her from my hard pole - much to her disappointment,
she wanted for me to finish yet again.
Turning off the shower, we dried each other tenderly - she with
exhausted limbs - before returning back to the bedroom. I smiled
masterfully as I commanded, "Back on the bed Julia, on your back."
Her eyes told me of her total surprise - there was to be a final scene
to this afternoon's play! She followed me with her eyes, voicing her
silent surprise and questions as I crawled up to straddle her waist.
I gave her a final instruction that revealed my intentions, "Push your
breasts together Julia."
A wide anxious smile appeared as she hefted her great round globes
above and together, before me. I angled my hard dick down and between
them and felt the soft smooth flesh envelope of her breasts. Though I
had not told her, this was another first for me - but something I had
fantasied many times, with many well-endowed ladies.
As my hips began to move, my balls tickling her soft stomach, as my
dick moved in and out of that fleshy valley. Julia gasped with
pleasure, "Yes my love... yes!" With her chin almost to her chest,
she was anxious to watch that one-eyed snake move in and out between
her breasts. She joyously looked up into my eyes and said very
tenderly for such a bawdy statement, "I want to taste you my love!"
Julia alternated from watching me pleasure myself between the valley
of her tits to looking up at my face. She seemed to find much
pleasure in the obvious evidence of my mounting excitement so that she
was smiling widely, extravagantly happy.
I knew at that moment that this was not simply lust for her, but
more... much more. Dare I say it, as the words would have drawn
horror within me only the day before, but I would guess that Julia
loved me.
As I fucked her flesh, Julia uttered those words that changed our
future, "I am going to leave George... and if you want me Todd, I will
follow you to College and wherever else you may lead!"
Strangely those words were like an aphrodisiac and I grunted and
strained knowing that the final seconds were upon me.
Julia opened her mouth and pressed her chin to her chest and watched
with much anticipation as I grunted and gasped. Then it happened, and
it seemed to baptize our new relationship with my shower of sperm.
The first shot hit her along the upper forehead and in her hair, the
next along the bridge of her nose and, so as not to miss another drop,
I pressed the head of my cock against her lips and pumped my remaining
seed into her hungry willing mouth. The effect was majestic and I had
never seen another woman look so sexy at any time in my life. I
seriously doubted she had ever had a facial before, yet it was obvious
that she loved it!
I sat on the edge of the bed and caught my breath, knowing it was the
end of my visit, of our time together. She lay, wearing a wide smile
and a soiled face proudly, watching me.
"I have to go."
"I know." She had expected it as well.
When I returned from the bedroom with my clothing, to find that she
had not moved at all, but her smile now gone, Julia asked in all
seriousness, "Was it true Todd?"
"What was Julia?"
"The things we said to each other?" She meant, during our
fornication.
I caught her eye and replied seriously, "For me, yes." Which was
strange, that my words to any woman that I wanted to fuck were rarely
honest, but to Julia they had been.
Her face immediately lost some of its tension, "For me too."
When I was nearly dressed she spoke up again, "Do you want me to
follow you to College?"
Though it may be early in our relationship to anticipate what our
feelings for each other were after a summer of potential fucking, I
had to answer as I currently felt. "Yes I do, very much."
A wide smile appeared on her face and Julia sat up - my eyes following
her huge breasts as they swayed upon her chest almost hypnotically.
Those were the largest breasts that I have ever been intimate with - I
realized with pleasure. Almost playfully Julia asked, "What will your
mother think?"
About us, evidently. I shrugged, uncertain.
Julia laughed and replied for me, "Perhaps she will be jealous?"
My eyes widened in surprise and this incited a playful laugh to escape
the mother of two before me, "Did you never notice that I was not the
only woman that starred at you my love?" She stood from the bed, the
sperm upon her face almost dried to a white track on her pale skin.
"Your mother and I are close friends - we have discussed many things."
Her raised eyebrow spoke volumes and I was not a little stunned at
what she was suggesting.
With my arm about her naked shoulder, I lead her toward her front
door. Mr. Harrison was seated on a chair by the front foyer, glaring,
as we came toward him. Thankfully, I noticed, that his pitiful excuse
of a penis was now back in his loose trousers.
With much venom he greeted us, "I suppose you two are done?" Julia
ignored him and I felt her lead me right up to the door. Brazenly,
with the open windows upon the door so that any one looking in could
see her naked body before me. There she stood upon her toes and
kissed me passionately, with the unspoken promise for more. Behind us
George would not shut up, "Have not got it out of your system yet
Julia? I would never have guessed that you would have turned into
such a slut!"
I was about to defend this woman from her own husband, verbally and
physically if needed, yet Julia pressed a single finger to my mouth
and spoke soberly but with a private smile upon her lips for me and
her eyes locked to my own. "George, I want you out of this house by
darkness."
"What?" He was standing now, shouting that single word. His face and
bald head red in anger and his body trembling like a leaf - I thought
he may be undergoing a heart attack.
"Our marriage has been a charade these last years George and I have
had enough. You will leave this house and I will send my lawyer to
yours for the divorce that I have been craving for for longer than you
can imagine." She turned her head and eyes toward her husband and I
saw her own brand of venom as she suddenly changed into a demonic
angry woman, and hissed, "Leave, I never want to see your ugly fat
face again!"
George spun about and quickly retreated - smart man. Even I, who had
only seen a small piece of their complicated and strange marriage knew
that it was over between them. And I doubt I had much to do with it -
but rather only brought the cumulation of years together by drawing
out what had never been revealed within the woman before me.
Julia turned back to me and after a deep breath again smiled privately
for me.
A strange feeling within me caused me to state, "I am not sure how to
classify our relationship Julia, but I think I am too young to get
married." That spark of a thought had blossomed as I dressed before
her loving attentive eyes - a adolescent fear of the final commitment.
She laughed lightly and stood on her toes to kiss my chin a final
time, "Silly! You don't marry your slave!"
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Title: Those Lips Started It All
Keywords: mF, inc, teen, mom, son, daughter, brother, sister, fF, nc, mdom, anal, cheat, group, mat
Author: Caesar
Summary: The story about why a man has the attitude regarding women.
A charmer from old Amarillo,
Sick of finding strange heads on her pillow,
Decided one day
That to keep men away
She would stuff up her crevice with Brillo.
Those Lips Started It All
by Caesar, copyright 2001
$Revision: 1.11 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:46 $
You have to understand that it was how I grew up that tempered what I
now am.
I mean, I don't remember when or how it started, only that when I
desired it, all I had to do was ask.
What was it that started all this, what was it that brought me to this
life I now live? Life in jail is no picnic, loss of liberty can be a
terrible thing. And the loss of what I had taken for granted since my
earliest memory was harsher.
I'm writing this long handed - and storing it in a safe place. If
your reading this, I'm long dead and this can be assumed to be my
legacy. As sordid as it is. You can judge me all you wish - it
obviously bothers me not!
In truth, I don't see how I grew up and what I became as so terrible.
In fact, I rather enjoyed it.
You see, from my earliest teenage recollections, my mother would tend
to my normal urges. What I mean is that she would suck me to orgasm.
Shocking to you is it? I can fucking care.
I'd like to admit my mother was a hot thin woman that looked half her
age - she wasn't. She was attractive enough, in her voluptuous sort
of way. But she certainly did not draw any avid interest when walking
into a room full of men. Mother had long brown hair, with streaks of
gray at the temples, that was always in a pony-tail. And I mean
always. She had a round common face, with big brown eyes, full lips
and petite nose. Her chest was huge, especially to a early teenager.
She had a slight bulge to her stomach, but I never considered her fat
in any way. Her hips wide, flaring out from her waist - coupled with
her generous boobs, looked like an hourglass when looked at coming or
going. Her ass was one of my favourite features, large and round but
not overtly so - sexy is what I would say.
Mother would wear only skirts or dresses, as was the fashion for a
woman of her age back then - thick wool skirts in the winter and thin
cotton fabric in the warmer climates. This did much to highlight her
other great feature, her strong shapely legs.
Though if you saw a picture of her back then you may be surprised that
this five foot four tall woman, plain and polite looking, was
servicing her son at least once per day in my teen years.
And always with her mouth.
I mean always. Once, when the boundaries were not yet understood by
me, as they were never vocalized, I climbed into bed behind her as she
still slept. I lifted her nightgown and slipped the head of my cock
about, looking for that entrance to nirvana that I've only read about.
Unfortunately, mother awoke and quickly took the situation into hand
and berated me loudly and sternly - sending me to my room promptly.
Just so you understand, she came in minutes later and knelt between my
thighs and sucked me till I came into her mouth - then gently telling
me that mothers and sons having intercourse was 'wrong'.
'Wrong'?
I believed her, I was a naive teenager. Fucking your mother was wrong
- it had to be, my mom told me so.
Right?
She had to suck me off three times later the next day - just to still
the desires that had built up at the thought of poking her.
I would wake up in the morning and eat breakfast with mom and dad, my
two sisters, and then after dad left, I would go take a shower. Mom
would often come to the bathroom each morning and ask simply by
looking at me - it was nearly always a quick smile or nod as an
answer. She would simply kneel there before me, as I stood in the tub
on the cold tiles or sat on the toilet, wearing her big ugly slippers
and bright pink housecoat. Leaving only after swallowing every drop.
Mother always swallowed - I never asked her why. Its not proper for a
son to ask his mother such things - didn't you know? If she should
miss or spill a drop, she would use her finger or tongue to clean it
up - always swallowing. Perhaps she did it to hide the evidence?
I haven't even a clue if she enjoyed it - the taste of come or even
sucking my cock. I couldn't ask - not proper as I've said! After a
while, it did not matter to me if she enjoyed it or not. Its what
mothers did for their son's wasn't it? At least in my home it was.
I've never even seen mother fully naked - though I've ejaculated in
her mouth more times than was possible to count. In my later teen
years she would allow my hands to wander as she sucked me, especially
if she knelt beside me on the couch or my bed. It was the closest I
came to anything besides oral with her - squeezing those big beautiful
sexy boobs, her round strong ass or even that mysterious mound between
her legs. I think she liked when I fondled her, but I was never sure
- though I experimented and tried to get a response from her. It was
always above her clothing and other than a tiny sigh or gasp from her,
I was never sure if she enjoyed it. The closest I came to guessing
her pleasure at my touches was that she often sucked me most often in
a position that placed me in range of her body.
Only later after I left home did I wonder why she did what she did. I
could call her, living in a college dorm, a few minutes drive from
home and she would immediately come over and suck me off. When she
did this, she often would come with some of her baking or would stay
and help me with cleaning my room up.
You see, she was still my mother - only that my sexual tensions were
vented with her very experienced lips.
In this way, I became what I am now - what the doctors call a
'sociopath' - my the path of my mothers sucking mouth.
I found out in my mid teens that I was not the only one in the
household that had this relationship with mother - my two sisters.
Anna was younger by two years and Rachel three years older, both
received oral attentions from mother.
Strange right?
Well back then it was only natural and very pleasurable - at least to
us.
I was interested, though, to learn that mother licked her two
daughters as well as sucked me. Certainly not as often, I discovered,
normally a handful of times per week.
They too thought it was natural that our mother should do this for us
- she loved us didn't she? Of course, I never doubted that!
It wasn't long when I found out that none of my buddies had the same
relationship with their parents as I had with mom. I asked her one
night, after she finished swallowing another load, and it was the
closest we came to discussing it - she only told me that her mother
did the same for her and that it was a mothers duty... but followed up
that most people would not understand if they knew about it. I had to
agree, my best friend knew and was disgusted with the knowledge -
though, thankfully, he never told anyone.
What did dad think about all this - I have no idea. In fact, I don't
think he even knew.
Once at the end of supper, I gave mom that silent look and nodded
toward the hallway to my room and she gave a stern look and nodded at
her husband, my father. I took that to mean that it wasn't right to
be forward with my requests when my father was about - I learnt well
and never tried it again.
Think of it - your a teenage boy, with a cock that constantly got hard
at any sexual thought. Well now consider that you had a woman willing
anytime to suck it for your relief - would you not think of that
positively? Of course you would. I did. In fact, you may come to
take that pleasure for granted and even start to expect it in all
women.
That's not to say I didn't date girls my age, or that I found time to
fantasies about girls - in fact, I think I had an active imagination.
Only, instead of jerking off after a date or after watching that cute
girl bounce and twirl at cheerleader practise, mother would come in
and suck me as I imagined some wild sexual encounter. You see,
mothers lips took the place of my hand.
-*-
Well the trouble started when I caught Rachel spying upon us - and
frequently after that first time. She knew I knew, and I never said a
word to her. In fact I knew mother would have to lick and suck
between Rachel's trim thighs to relieve her tensions. Rachel actually
let me watch her, some sort of quid pro quo, and I watched amazed at
the first naked quim of my life. I also watched excitement building
as my matronly mother lapped expertly at the teenage girls sex - her
eldest daughter.
It started all my troubles because I had intimate knowledge that two
sisters were getting the same from mother as I was. Hell, I watched
Rachel get her licks at least once a week till I left for college.
And I loved the look of her pink slit and the sparse kinky brown hair
about it - so much so that when mother sucked me, my fantasized often
involved one of my sisters rather than some girl at school.
Well I approached Rachel, embarrassed, and asked her if she wanted
to... well suck me like mom did. I still didn't understand the
mechanics of fucking and though I've thought of licking her, I didn't
understand how I would get pleasure out of this - how did mom?
She shamed me by laughing - but then lifted her skirt and I leaned in
and began to taste the first cunt of my life. Rachel taught me how to
lick at her clitoris, how to slide my tongue into that delightful hot
wet hole lower down and to suck upon those dark pink sensual lips.
She came flooding my face minutes later - rolling over and returning
to her home work without another glance. It was what I had feared,
that I should get to be intimate with that delightful grotto between
her legs but I should be left with a hard dick for my troubles.
Within ten minutes mother relieved me of that problem.
So what do you do - you very much enjoy the intimacy of orally
exploring your first pussy but hate how horny it left you? Rachel
certainly made no motions to help me. I asked her again and again to
suck it and she finally blew up at me - screaming at me about my
'disgusting dick' and how she would never suck it like our mother did.
I was left with mothers mouth - while I continued to suck Rachel until
she married a couple of years later, and then I never saw tasted or
felt that sexy cunt ever again.
Mother did - she lived with Rachel, her husband and four children,
after dad died. Knowing Rachel, when her husband wasn't giving it to
her, our dear old mother was licking her cares away.
Then there was Anna - less sexy of body than Rachel or mom, more like
a boy in frame than a girl. Yet, she was still young and the first
signs of puberty just showing in the buds of her chest.
Rachel may be the smart confident child of our family, but Anna was
the polite and considerate one. She was also the horny one of the
girls - I was surprised that she asked her mother to lick her nearly
twice as often as her older sister. Though I never spied upon them,
as I did with Rachel, I often saw mom go into my younger sisters room,
close the door and return several minutes later licking her lips.
What I was to learn was that Anna was also submissive in all sexual
matters.
I'm not kidding. I simply entered her room one day and told her to
lay on her bed and spread her legs - she did, though I saw fear there,
and I licked her to a nice screaming orgasm. After that she always
did anything I asked. Soon she was sucking me, though it would take
years before she was as good as mom. Then, at my suggestion, we tried
sucking on each other at the same time - sixty nine I would learn to
call it. It became our favourite way to pleasure the other and
ourselves.
It reinforced my believe that women were put on this earth to pleasure
men - that the women in my life only existed to make me happy. Both
female mouths, my mothers and younger sisters, proved this to my
teenage mind again and again.
Anna confidently told me that our older sister often ordered her to
'suck her off', as she called it. And she seemed embarrassed when she
revealed that our mom would suck either girl at simply a nod. I
pretended to be shocked and never let on that mother was also my oral
repository as well.
We had some great years together back then.
I was so naive.
-*-
I was the first to leave home - going to college, dad was so proud
while mother ensured the college was close to home. A year later
Rachel married her boyfriend of two years and moved out. Anna and mom
would both come to my apartment, when I requested and neither knew of
the other, thankfully. I dated, though most ended disastrously while
mom or Anna would come over and help me with my sexual stress.
School was great - fucking mothers and Anna's faces was great. Dating
was crap.
You see, I had learnt some interesting things in the years leading to
my living alone - for one, woman were for pleasure. They were to be
at my call, to suck me at a smile to spread their legs to fuck when
winked at.
Oh yea, I lost my virginity with the school slut in my first year at
college - some loose drunk co-ed. Two nights later I took Anna's
cherry and I then added that to my requests when she attended me. Of
course, my sister never denied me.
It wasn't until I got out of college, graduating with excellent marks
and on the Deans List. Dad and mom were so proud. Anna was too but
she was more excited that I could get a new place and a job of my own
- she begged to live with me, that she loved me.
I probably would have enjoyed that, getting a two bedroom place -
mostly for appearances sake, and fucking her brains out daily.
Yet it was the same time I met this pretty older woman who I worked
with. Ms. Jones as she was called by all of us at work, one of the
officers on our company. A quiet but stern woman that was a couple of
years younger than mom and whom I knew was divorced with a single
teenage daughter.
It would be the beginning to my end... at least to my freedom.
It happened by accident one night soon after joining the firm; Ms
Jones car was smoking from beneath the hood on the freeway one night
on the way back from my parents home, supper and a blow job per the
normal. I remember that Anna was excited that I agreed to consider
letting her live with me - she was going to come over this weekend and
prove to me how pleasurable it would be if she lived with me. I had
little doubt it would be a weekend full of my hard cock and her sexy
hard young body. Of course I pulled my junker over to the side of the
road and Ms. Jones seemed surprised but pleased at the familiar face
stopping to help her.
No remote phones back then, so seeing that her radiator was empty and
her engine was overheating I suggest I drive her either home or to a
garage. "Home please, I'll call the garage to pick up my car later."
On the way to her home, which I was surprised was so far out from the
city, she told me her name was 'Carol' and that she had been one of
the founding members of our company. Somehow on this trip I had
noticed how Carol's skirt had ridden up just above her knees and how
attractive she was. Carol noticed my looks too and didn't say
anything - she was the quiet one at work, even in her dominate role.
Me, in the life-skills that I had learnt since puberty, to survive
even with my warped outlook on sexuality I spoke up, "Your an
attractive woman Carol." When she looked at me surprised at my
forwardness, I made sure that she caught me looking at the bulge of
her chest beneath her sweater.
"Uh...perhaps I could get a cab at the next phone booth?"
"I don't think so Carol." I wasn't so good with women and I didn't
mean it how she may have thought. But when I saw the scared shock
look on her face I understood and began to get mad. I pulled the car
over to the curb and yelled at her, "Fine, go if you want!"
She didn't move and I looked out my dirty windows to realize that we
were a mile from anywhere and it was pitch black. I then reached
across from her, causing her to gasp and freeze with fear, only to
jerk the handle and throw the door open. "Out!"
Carol still didn't move.
I sighed with resignation and grunted as if in apology, "If I wanted
to fuck you Carol I would have said so not just to compliment you on
your great legs and tits."
She hissed in surprise at my blunt comments, men just didn't talk that
way to women, especially powerful mature ladies like herself. Even
though I sensed that she felt reassured by comments and even a little
pleased with the rough compliments.
My social skills never did get much better than that - but now it
really doesn't matter does it? Jail can be so limiting to ones social
skills!
Carol leaned over and pulled the door closed then whispered, "I live
over in those group of lights." Miles away.
I just sat and looked at her, she ignoring my gaze. "When was the
last time you got fucked Carol?" I meant to be gentle with my words,
but this was as good as it ever got.
She covered her mouth with her hand in mock surprise and looked
directly at me.
Then I understood, "Your an uptight old bitch that hasn't had a dick
in years isn't that right Carol?" I then reached down and did what I
could do with Anna or mom at any time, I unbuttoned my trousers and
pulled my semi-hard dick out and waved it comically toward her. "Get
down her and suck me bitch!"
I reached over and guided her head with a firm hand down to my lap -
and wasn't surprise when I felt my dick enter between her lips.
Though, in retrospect, I should have.
Carol began to suck me with surprising passion but with little skill.
"First dick-suck Carol?" She didn't stop her bobbing motions but I
could tell that the comment humiliated her more than a little. I
reached over her hip and grasped her round ass and played with it
generously - she moaned in a positive response and arched her back to
give me easier access. "Hot are you? I'll never come at this
rate...", I roughly yanked her head off my dick by her curly hair -
her hungry passionate submissive eyes looking at me with a silent
plead. "... I came in another mouth an hour ago bitch and your going
to need a lot more experience than you have to get me off so quickly."
I saw the humiliation in my words. I then reassured her, "Why don't
you climb up here and sit on my dick?" Pleasure came to her gaze and
she hurried to comply.
I've never fucked a woman of Carol's age and was expecting a loose
sloppy cunt - but was pleased when I felt this tight hot envelope
clasp me as she slowly lowered herself down upon me. She began to
pant and gasp with pleasure as I sat and watched her, pushing her
shoulders back so she sat against the wheel of my car. This gave me
the access I wanted and I tore at her clothing to get at her big round
breasts.
I came into mothers mouth probably fifty minutes before, as I had
partially related to this woman, and it would take a while to finish.
I roughly smacked at her breasts, enjoying how they shook and
quivered, grunting, "Get fucking, bitch!"
Similar words that I used with my mother or sister - they never seemed
to mind... neither did Carol.
Holding on my shoulders, she began to lift and drop herself rapidly.
I could see in her face that this was indeed the first dick she has
had in years - no wonder she was as passionate as she was so quickly.
Twisting and yanking on her tits, I watched and listened as this
mature woman began to squeal out her orgasm - flooding my lap with her
thick hot juices.
Carol collapsed against my chest and I became a little angry, and
shoved her back against the steering wheel. "Get fucking bitch, I"m
not done yet." I was amused at the surprised look in her eyes and
then pleased when she again lifted herself nearly off me to quickly
submerge my hard dick into herself.
I fucked her for what seemed like forever - and what I remember most
about that time, was that I began to get worried that the running car
would suck all the gas and leave the both of us stranded.
But of course, I came, eventually. My sperm sending Carol into orbit
yet again.
I drove her home silently and dumped her off like some piece of
fuck-meat. She watched me drive away, holding her torn sweater closed
with both hands. It gave me time to remember, fondly, our short time
together.
The next day I was conscious that she watched me at work, but never
said a word to me during that whole time. When the office nearly
emptied at lunch time, I entered her windowless office without a word
and closed the door. She looked scared but not surprised at the
intrusion.
"Time for more practise!" I yanked out my dick and sat on the edge of
her desk - she simply stood, walked slowly over to me and knelt down
and took me into her mouth. I took considerably less time than our
fuck last night and when I caught her lifting her face from my cock,
just as it began to swell the seconds before my orgasm, I had to grasp
her head in both hands and force it to stay its place as I finished.
She swallowed only half of my sperm and I grunted at her to lick the
missed drops. Carol, on hands and knees, began to lick at her carpet
and my shinned black shoes getting the drops of my sperm.
I left feeling her eyes following me and knowing that Carol was a good
find, something to compliment my erotic tastes. She was much better
than tentative stupid teenagers, like the girls from college, and
seemed to take abuse better than even my sister, whom needed to be
treated more like a girlfriend than what she was, a fuck slut.
I continued to do the same thing, fucking her mouth during lunch,
every day for that week.
Then it was the weekend.
Anna did indeed come over, and Friday was incredible. She and I
experimented with something new, and I deposited one load of my sperm
in her rectum. I fucked her and she sucked me - then we both slept
exhausted. She wanted this weekend to be the promise of what was to
come if she moved in with me - her wanton sexiness so delightful. She
promised to be the fuck toy that I wanted, promising me satisfaction
so that my eyes will never look at another woman.
Of course, Anna was wrong. She never considered the lessons learnt by
me even before she had started to suck me - that a woman was a piece
of meat.
It was Saturday morning when my phone rang, just as Anna was showing
me a little thing called a 'dildo', which was not a common sight back
then, that she had bought. I picked up the phone even as I watched my
sister move the thick rubbery phallus in and out of her cunt. It was
Carol, "What do you want?"
"I... I wondered if you wanted me to come over?" The call and her
question surprised me - as I understood where it came from - she
wanted more.
"I'm busy!" A little gruffly. The thick dildo seemed to be too large
for my sisters little cunt, her lips spread roughly and clung to the
wet rubber surface as it moved in and out.
"Oh." I could almost hear her disappointment in the silence. Then I
remembered how I felt as I ordered her to submit, the look in her eyes
as she simply waited for me to tell her to do something else - wishing
and hoping I would tell her to do something else. "Perhaps later?"
"I have a guest."
"Oh. I'm... sorry...?"
"Shut up." I looked at my panting sister as she masturbated with that
big dick and then imagined the middle-aged woman as she bounced up and
down upon my cock in that dark damp car. "I'll come to your place."
"Pardon? No... my daughter is home and ...!"
"Do you want me to come over?"
That stilled her objections. Finally, "Yes."
"Then get rid of the little bitch."
A longer pause, "Yes, I can do that." I knew she was wondering how to
get her daughter out of her house - send her to a friends maybe or her
fathers?
The silence was long when I thought to maliciously ask, "Know what I'm
looking at right now bitch?" I liked being nasty to Carol for some
strange reason.
Anna froze, surprised at my comments. I didn't wait for a response,
"A girl younger than I fucking herself with a dildo." A loud swallow
on the other end of the phone. "Do you know what a dildo is?"
Barely a whisper, "Yes."
"I fucked this same girl last night in the ass... do you still want me
to come over bitch?" I haven't even showered yet - perhaps I should
let Carol taste my sister upon me?
I waved Anna to silence she was starting to get angry at the
interruption and at my words betraying our private relationship.
"Yes."
"Do you think you can make me as happy as this girl half your age?"
A long long silence, I now knew her weak spot, her age. "Will you
deny me anything?"
Again a whisper, "No." Anna had jumped off the couch and was getting
dressed, looking angrier than I've ever seen her. She was my sister,
I'll make it up to her later. Hell, I've used and abused her for
years - called her all the names in the book - and she had no defence
to any request I made.
"You have this afternoon to prove it slut - put something sexy on,
I'll be over in an hour." I hung up. "Anna!" The door
slammed... and I was surprised at myself for not rushing out to follow
her. Well, something else I've learnt, she will come back when I tell
her too - she and mother always did.
I drove over to Carol's and just walked in without knocking. She met
me in her living room wearing a translucent nightie and stockings -
pink. I fucked her that afternoon in all three holes, and deposited
my sperm into each, in three different rooms of her house. And yes,
she tasted another woman, my younger sister, upon my dick.
I spent most weekends at Carols fucking the months away, her daughter
sleeping over at a friends. The week nights that we met, she would
come to my place. The lunches in her office.
Every wild kinky thing I could think of I did with Carol, treating her
like garbage the whole time. She loved it, wanted nothing more than
for more of my attentions, to pleasure me. Carol became quite the
good cocksucker, got used to the taste of her own pussy from my dick,
had a hair-trigger clitoris and seemed to greatly enjoy getting fucked
in the ass.
I did not need Anna, and ignored her calls and letters, as I found
Carol's submission addicting. Even mother, in a moment of rare
admission, told me that she wanted to come over more often - worried
that her 'boys soldier' was getting the proper attention. I kid you
not, that is how she put it.
Carol made plenty of money at our company and purchased tons of
lingerie and sex toys - and we experimented together very often. I
enjoyed tying her up or blindfolding her and teasing her for hours.
She did it all and seemed to enjoy it all, orgasms were aplenty. Not
once did I find her cunt dry, it was perpetually wet at all times.
Then I told her my past, how mother sucked me at any time, how I
licked Rachel until a couple of years before, and how Anna and I had a
very special relationship till she came along. To say the least the
executive of a company and the mother of one was shocked.
I never said a word again until I bound and gagged her in my apartment
one evening - slipping her into my closet and with a firm command
closed it only so that she could not be seen but could see out. I
then called mom and she, as always, came over. I lay naked upon the
bed and mother simply folded her coat over a chair, climbed up to
kneel next to my hip and simply took my cock into her mouth. I had
fucked Carol at lunch earlier that day and knew it would last
moderately a long time - even with mothers expert tongue and lips.
While she bobbed her head and sucked me, I reached around and pressed
my fingers into the crack of her ass, above her skirt of course, and
felt the tiny round muscle of her anus clench at being roughly
fondled. Then I slipped my hand lower down and slipped it up and down
the slit of her sex, above her clothing as well as always and was
surprised when mother moaned against my cock. Just once mind you -
but it was a surprise enough to send me over the edge. Mother
swallowed every drop - licked my cock clean of spittle and sperm and
climbed off my bed. "I brought you some banana bread honey."
I hugged her and saw her out the door. Even as my mother left my
apartment I knew she was just another cunt to be used, like Carol,
like Anna and like the half a dozen at college that had crossed paths
with me. Remembering that single moan of pleasure from my mom, I
wondered if she would be as good a ride my Carol?
As for Carol, she was as I had left her and slipping my hand between
her thighs I found her so wet and hot that her juices had coated the
inside of her legs to her ankles. And if I looked, I doubted not that
a pool of her juices would be puddled on my carpeted floor. We fucked
wildly that night.
It was her introduction to a different world.
-*-
Carol's daughters name is Jenny. She was bright eyed and a cute girl
- fourteen years old at that time. And as the months turned to years
I found my eye wandering to this young girl as she starting on the
road of puberty and sexuality. So absorbed in her own pleasure Carol
never noticed my hungry graze toward her daughter.
I'm not proud of it but it was easy, I seduced the girl. She only knew
me as her mom's boyfriend and that I made her mother very happy.
At first it was the smiles... then the hugs... little kisses... and
then my hands, above her clothing, touching her where no one else had
touched. She was scared that first time I entered her room as her
mother took a shower - how could she not. I was naked. I ordered her
to disrobe and then forced her mouth upon my cock and she gave me a
pitiful blow job. She sobbed silently as I shoved her face up and
down my dick - knowing she was tasting her mom's cunt upon me. Did
she even realize it?
Since she only dropped to the floor sobbing, while trying to spit out
the sperm that had filled her mouth seconds before - I was worried her
mother may discover my assault. The little slut, though, did not say
a word. And Carol, so enamoured with our relationship did not notice
how her daughter shied away from me whenever we were in the room
together.
For weeks I did this to her once or twice a week - she never told
anyone but her lips became slowly more experienced. Jenny learnt that
if she pleasured me I would not be so rough with her - and if she did
a good job, her humiliation would not last as long.
The thing was, this teenager seemed to accept this new life -
servicing her mothers boyfriend. Perhaps she did not want to make her
mother sad by telling her how I used her young mouth. Perhaps she
simply found that being used by me was natural and the path to being a
woman. Isn't that what a women is good for?
Hell, her mother was a living example - and the daughter must have
heard her mom and I more times since we met - to know that her mother
was simply the slave to my every desire.
Perhaps to her teenage mind, it was natural that she lived the same
life as her mom.
Jenny, after that first time, seemed to find pleasure in pain. I kid
you not! Fucking wild - but after I first spanked her for some
trumped up reason, she went crazy with lust and I laughed even as I
took her a second time, knowing that I had discovered the floodgates
to her sexuality.
-*-
Again Carol stood bound and gagged in my closet as I returned from the
front door. When I helped Jenny off with her jacket, I smiled into
the darkness of my closet and toward her mother. I imagined I saw the
horror of what I was doing in the darkness, that the mother watched
helpless as her daughter was dragged into a lifestyle that she never
considered for her.
I took it very slowly, romancing the teenager with kisses and touches.
Slowly removing both of our clothing, and then began to lick her from
head to toe, my hands pinching her nipples and twisting her outer
labia - when I got to her hairless sex, she was going nuts. The young
girl orgasmed with a loud screech.
Then I told her I was going to fuck her - she looked at me nervously
and nodded her acceptance. Yet, "I'm not going to take your virginity
darling." She looked at me puzzled and more so when I retrieved a
tube of lubricant. "Lay back and pull your knees to your chest."
Like her mother, she did as ordered. Unlike her mother, she may have
done it out of fear or perhaps training by her mother to respect
adults. First with my tongue then with lubricated fingers I readied
her ass hole for the inevitable - though she was a tiny girl and it
would never be prepared fully for my large hard cock. She was very
scared but determined as I knelt below her aiming myself toward that
junction.
"I do this so you will stay a virgin - do you understand darling?" I
could care less, I just wanted to fuck this teenagers ass while her
mom watched helpless.
A whisper, "Yes."
"Do you want this, do you want me to fuck your tiny little ass?"
A long pause than a resolved, "Yes."
I pressed forwards.
Now its not an easy thing to fuck a tiny virgin ass hole - and it took
a long while, with pain and patience, till I was three quarters seated
within her bowels.
Though I assure you it was a very fine fuck - if not for Jenny, for
me. And I left a big load of come in her violated rear hole. Since
it must have hurt terribly, I could see the teenager below me struggle
between that realm of pain and pleasure. Jenny never orgasmed but
panted deeply, and looked upon me in surprise at the new feeling of a
cock within her bowels.
I spent an hour afterwards tending to her, cleaning her body with a
cloth and bringing her to another orgasm with my tongue. As she
dressed she asked embarrassed, "Can I come back next week?"
I laughed and asked playfully, "Do I get to fuck that pretty little
bum of yours again?"
She nodded affirmatively and I gave her money for a cab rather than
her taking a bus. I resolved, next week, to bring her to orgasm as I
fucked her pretty ass hole.
Carol was wide eyed and I could tell that she had shed a river of
tears. But again she had left a puddle of her juices in my carpet.
Nothing was forbidden I had told you.
I dragged her out, still bound, threw her upon the bed and began to
rub my soiled cock over her cheeks and forehead. I would have shoved
it into her mouth but didn't want to ungag her just yet. Instead I
rolled her upon her stomach and after a minutes preparation was
pounding my cock in and out of her ass hole, grunting obscenities into
her ear.
She orgasmed again and again.
Carol, I may not have consciously realized back then, enjoyed being
dominated, and yes, even humiliated. She hated what she witnessed me
do to her daughter Jenny, but she orgasmed wildly when my attentions
returned to her.
That was the beginning of the exhibitionist phase, as I laughingly
called it back then, of my relationship with Carol and her daughter
Jenny. Each week, Jenny would come over and we would suck and I'd
fuck her ass - her mom watching from the closet each time. At Carol's
house, I'd order her to pretend she was asleep and then tell Jenny to
join me in her moms room. Silently and very nervous the girl would
tip toe into her mom's room naked and then either suck me off or lay
upon me in a classical sixty nine while her mother 'slept' next to us.
I became bolder and had Carol clean my dick off, with her tongue only,
if it had been inside her daughters mouth or ass. When I would play
with that girls sweet pussy, my fingers coated with juices, her mother
would lap at it hungrily minutes later.
I became kinkier with the teenager, blindfolding her and experimenting
with food and toys. She was tentative and not always receptive, as
her mom was, but she never said 'no'. Unlike her mother, she did not
enjoy the humiliation or being dominated. Rather she seemed to endure
these things without complaint.
Once I blindfolded Jenny and bound her to my bed, this was after I had
fucked her ass, and then dragged her mom from the closet. Not
realizing the tongue that was licking her to orgasm was her moms, she
screamed out with pleasure even as I finger banged Carol's rectum.
Then I thought it was time and one Saturday brought the two naked
ladies into the same room. They simply stared surprised at each
other.
"Jenny, let me introduce you to my slut Carol. Carol, this is my
young anal girlfriend Jenny." I mocked them but they still didn't
move. I had to forcibly bring Carol before her daughter and pressed
both heads together so they could kiss.
The months following were erotic heaven - as I had two slaves care for
my every kinky thought. I took Jenny's cherry, loosing the pretence
that I gave a shit. Mother and daughter would spend hours performing
for me - toys, food, lingerie and even pain. They did it all.
Carol enjoyed every second, relishing each demented command. Jenny,
on the other hand, became quieter and though she did all that was
ordered, she did not enjoy it as her mom did - only when it became
overly rough did her pleasure truly appear.
Of all times, it was while Carol sat upon my lap, bouncing up and down
rapidly as she fucked me. Her daughter, Jenny, sat over my face and I
licked and nibbled that tasty teen cunt. My mind began to wander and
I remembered mothers single moan of pleasure some time before. Could
Anna and my own mother become like Carol and Jenny, I wondered?
-*-
It had been months since my sister had stormed out of my apartment in
anger - but as I had thought, a single call had her running back. We
fucked for hours, and at the end my sister cried happily even as the
sperm clung to her hair and forehead. This time I made it clear that
I would use Carol and Jenny as I wanted, that Anna would be available
whenever I wanted and she had no say in it.
This time my sister nodded her acceptance - knowing that regardless of
who I banged, she would her her due measure of my cock and the
pleasures that we enjoyed together.
Within days I called mother and asked her to come over - my intent
obvious.
I have four ladies in my life, three that I understood to some degree:
Anna whom enjoyed the pleasure of submitting to my needs, Jenny whom
enjoyed the pain and approached all our encounters like an innocent
approaching the mysteries of adulthood, Carol her mother whom enjoyed
being dominated used and even humiliated. Then there was my mother -
she had sucked me since my earliest years and I knew not why. I had
hoped she may be like Carol, in that she could be dominated. And that
is why I called her over that fateful Friday afternoon.
Mother had actually brought a casserole with her. She shed her
jacket, placed the glass dish in the fridge and followed me into my
bedroom with a smile. It had been weeks since I had called her, for
what she assumed to be her experienced and loving mouth.
Mom knelt down between my knees as she wrapped a cool hand around my
half-hard shaft. Her face descended.
"Mom, could you come up here instead?" She followed my nodding eyes.
I wanted her on the bed, her body within reach of my hands. It seemed
a small request, at that time of my life, but it was the first time I
had ever asked such a thing - mother had always just done 'it'.
She seemed be ignore my request when she stopped, looked at me again,
and then calmly crawled up to kneel perpendicular to me on my bed.
With a smile I lay back and just ran my hand from her back down her
hip to her ass. As always she wore a skirt, and my hand slipped
beneath it even as her mouth took the head of my cock. She never even
acknowledged my fingers when I pressed her cotton panty into the
crevice of her sex. It was damp and very warm, I was pleased to
discover.
Mother gave the best blow job of any mouth that I've yet experienced -
she seemed to know how to pleasure my cock more than any other woman.
She started to lift her head from my organ when she felt my fingers
expertly slip beneath her panty and into her bubbling groove. A quick
snatch of her pony tail, I held her head in place. I did not doubt
that mother would voice her displeasure at what I was about to do - I
guessed her need for pleasure would override that. She was only a
slut like all the others, after all.
I fingered banged her roughly, in time to her sucking mouth, and was
rewarded when she began to pant and gulp for air around my hard cock.
The slut was enjoying it!
With my two middle fingers fucking her cunt, my index finger pressed
against her anus till it invaded and allowed me to bang both holes at
my leisure. She was wet, my hand soaked, her panties and thighs
drenched - there was no mistaking her pleasure now.
Her mouth came off my cock, and my hand upon her pony tail allowed her
too, and pressed its hard surface along her cheek and ear as she lay
panting next to my balls.
When my pinkie found her clitoris mothers pants immediately turned to
squeals of pleasure and with a minute more of getting finger banged
was crying out between clenched teeth as her orgasm hit her.
After so many of my own orgasms with my mother, this was the first
that she has ever had between us. I felt like a champion and knew my
path was righteous.
She rolled over onto her hip and lay gasping for breath. Her eyes,
though, watched me carefully as I flipped up her skirt and looked down
at my hand still beneath her white cotton panty.
She watched me as I pulled my dripping hand from between her legs and
licked it, sampling mothers pleasure.
Then I reached back to her, and hooked both my hands into her panty
and tugged them down her legs, throwing them behind me already
forgotten. She watched me as I rolled her onto her back and spread
her thick soft thighs and moved my face toward her pleasure zone.
Mother finally spoke up as I reached her spread exposed cunt, my
tongue slipping into the hot wet groove, "Stop...", her voice was raw
and sounded tired, "you must stop, this is... wrong!" My tongue
reached her clitoris, and regardless of how tired she had been, her
back arched off my bed and she groaned out in pleasure.
I pressed her legs back and spent time licking her hairless wrinkled
pink anus, she actually giggled when I forced my tongue past the donut
of her sphincter and it stalled me as I had never heard that sound
from her before. I fucked her vagina with my tongue, the tip wiggling
around inside her at each thrust. I sucked and nibbled on her
clitoris with aggressive experience, I had learnt these techniques on
her two daughters after all!
Some time later, after much panting, squeals and even a few giggles
she orgasmed yet again.
This time her eyes was closed.
I removed her clothing without her even appearing to be aware of my
movements. I was in nirvana, the promised land - I had proven my
domination over another cunt, my mother. It all came down to the
willingness to take control and to bring pleasure to a cunt. And I
had proven that time and again.
When mother finally opened her eyes she found me straddling her waist
upon my knees and my hard cock pressed between her generous bosom. My
hard cock moved in and out from between those soft fleshy globes and
the head of my dick touched her chin at each thrust. She looked upon
me and her obvious nudity with surprise and perhaps a little horror.
Her reaction took me a little unaware.
I roughly smacked back and forth between her flesh as I pressed it
into a valley.
As enjoyable as it was for me, she seemed to take little pleasure from
my actions. I could use her in this was after my control was assured,
but for know I had to bring pleasure to her with every action so her
willingness to relent her control was mandatory.
Rolling off her body I knelt between her knees, with cock in hand, and
followed the vee of her legs to that spot that I sought.
Mother saw my look and had to know what was next. "No!"
I looked up at her in surprise, and gave her my smug leer before
leaning in to enter her. Just as the head of my dick was inside the
forbidden place, mother yelled out, "No", yet again and with her heels
on the bed shoved her hips off to throw me from her body.
Quickly she sat up and tried to climb off my bed.
I was quicker.
I grasped her about the waist and yanked her back. She screamed out
till I shoved her face into a pillow and hissed at her, "Shut up
mother!" She stopped screaming and I could feel her body convulsing
as she tried to withhold the weeping that started to well from her.
I moved her body so that she was on her knees, her face still in the
pillow. Did she not understand this was how it was from now on? That
I could bring her such pleasure that she could not imagine?
My dick entered her fully and without fanfare. Her cunt was wet and
very hot and seemed to grip me in a flesh vise as I sat within her.
Finally I let go of her waist and grasped each of her soft hips. This
position was how I had always fantasized about taking mother for our
first time - her large round ass raised for my pleasure.
I fucked her hard those first few minutes, enjoying it myself but
wanting to show her how happy she could be with me inside her. There
was no response from her except that she continued to weep silently.
My tactic changed to long smooth strokes and felt my own pleasure
mounting - but absolutely no response from my parent.
"Bitch!"
I smacked her big ass out of frustration, spanking her roughly and
violently for several minutes before her flesh was red with shame.
Her only response was to cry out into the pillow from pain and
humiliation at each hit of my palm on her soft tender flesh.
I felt my ship sinking, that all my plans falter simply becomes mom
became frigid, as I thought of it, at the moment of truth. We had
been so close, her life would have been so much better - I could have
made her so happy.
Because of my anger an frustration, I lasted longer than should have
been possible. I knew this may only be a one time thing, or that I
could only have this when I took her forcibly - so I wanted to make it
memorable.
There was one more fantasy unfulfilled - and I might as well enjoy it
before our time here was complete.
I yanked my soiled dick from her hot wet cavern and pressed it back
in, a little higher this time. I cared not that she cried out for
mercy or that it must have hurt her terribly as we used no lubricant
other than her abundant juices and my earlier saliva. My cock pressed
without a care deep into mothers rectum.
Though she had held herself in position, on her knees, up to now, the
pain caused her loose control of her muscles and she fell down upon
her stomach. Lucky for me, I fell with her and did not get dislodged
from her very tight butt hole.
I fucked her for no other reason than my pleasure now - probably
tearing her as I moved mercilessly in and out of her body.
Gone was the tears and sobs, she clawed at my bed covers now, bit into
my pillows. If she enjoyed it or felt extreme pain, I could care
less.
My balls eventually emptied inside her rectum.
I lay full weight upon her voluptuous soft body my cock softening
naturally in her violated back passage. The cunt just lay there
beneath me.
Sleep overcame me.
When I awoke, I looked up as my clothed, but looking very out of
sorts, mother came back into my bedroom leading the police.
-*-
My failure, I now knew, was that I never understood her as I did the
other three ladies in my life.
I still don't.
Though, now, in jail, I have plenty of time to think about it.
--
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Title: Just One Kiss
Keywords: ff, teen, anal
Author: Caesar
Summary: Two teenage girls experiment.
An old man at the Folies Bergere
Had a jock, a most wondrous affair:
It snipped off a twat-curl
From each new chorus girl,
And he had a wig made of the hair.
Just One Kiss
By Caesar, copyright 2000
$Revision: 1.10 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $
I regretted it numerous times but none so vehemently until I met Gory,
our photographer.
My best friend June's smile was wide and her anxious pleasure obvious
as she held my hand, to stop me from running away I should think.
June introduced us, and Gory simply grunted and looked me slowly up
and down before returning to a tripod with a large light upon it.
My friend turned to me and giggled behind her hand. God was this
embarrassing.
I had to confirm, "Five hundred right Gory?"
He grunted yet again, it seems to be his prime form of communication.
Let me explain just what Gory looked like - probably in his middle
forties, older than my dad, two hundred fifty pounds and over six feet
tall with greasy brown hair that was tied in a tiny knot behind his
head. Not just that but he wore this tight faded Harley Davidson
shirt and well-worn jeans.
Combine that with the locale - Gory lived in the basement of a old
worn down house. It still had dirt floors! There were beer bottles
everywhere, a couple of wine bottles and cartons of take out food
boxes laying about.
There was one thing that did stand out from all of that - it was the
photography equipment. It looked new and and the area in the corner
of the basement that was where our 'location' is, was clean and had
large white reflectors about. In fact the couch at the centre of the
cameras and lighting equipment was the only clean looking piece of
furniture in the whole room.
That was where it was supposed to happen.
June pulled me toward the couch, brown leather I now notice, and we
sit down still holding hands. Gory just looks up and then returns to
his equipment.
She was more anxious to do this than I - and I'm the one that needed
the money. Five hundred bucks.
It all started three weeks ago when I crashed my boyfriends brother's
car into the fence. Now the car was a huge old clunker that could
take a beating - but the fence would need work. Lots of work. My
boyfriend, thankfully, bartered with the old guy who owned it to have
it fixed without the insurance or police being involved. All it came
down to was four hundred and fifty dollars.
June heard my tale, as a good friend does, and vowed to help me find a
way to earn it. Gees, I never even guessed it would lead us here.
When she first suggested this I thought she was joking - but that look
in her eyes told me she wasn't. I still disagreed with her
suggestion. But she was persistent, and asked again and again. Until
I began to wonder if there was an ulterior motives for her suggesting
this - but I couldn't bring myself to that conclusion just yet.
Then I got a phone call at home from the old guy who owned the fence -
one more week or he calls the cops. Seems he would like the get his
fence fixed as soon as possible - something about his fucking poodle
sneaking out of the yard or something.
The next time June asked, I reluctantly nodded my acceptance.
It seemed Gory was ready and started a video camera on another tripod
over near the side and hefted up a large camera in his beefy hands.
"I'm ready girls. An extra five bills each if you guys pet?"
I could feel my blood drain from my face and just stared in shock.
God I knew this was a mistake!
June answered pleasantly, "Not this time Gory." This time! Her hands
squeezed mine reassuringly - it didn't work.
"OK than. Your money in on the table over there." He nodded with his
chin and I saw two stacks of old bills piled cautiously between a
pizza box and a beer can pyramid.
"Tell me your names for the camera girls?" The camera came up and the
first picture was taken - all the lights blinded me.
My friend started, "I'm June and I'm sixteen years old." I looked at
her and wondered how she could be calm about this?
I mumbled, "I'm Candice."
"And how old are you Candy?"
"Candice. I'm sixteen too."
"Candice and June - wonderful!" A couple more pictures of us just
sitting, when I realized June still held my hand. I yanked it from
hers and she didn't even blink toward me - she was all eyes on Gory
and the camera.
Looking at her I could see that her slender face had more makeup than
was normal and her short brown hair was done to perfection.
"Look this way Candice." I did, the flash blinded me yet again.
"What cup size are your boobs girls?"
What? "I'm an 'A' cup and Candice is a 'C'." Now why did she have to
go and tell that pig how big my breasts are?
"Very nice. Tell me why you are here girls?"
June nudged me but I sat round shouldered and embarrassed. "Candice
needs the money."
"Then why are you here June?"
"Because I'd do anything for my friend." When I again looked at her,
sitting straight and proudly, pressing out her small chest I noticed,
I saw that her smile was white with teeth.
"Tell me what you are going to do for the money June?"
My friend stumbled briefly, "We are supposed to kiss each other."
"Have you ever kissed your girlfriend before Candice?"
Half a whisper, "No." Which wasn't true, but small kisses on the
cheek randomly didn't seem to count. Did they?
"You don't want to kiss June do you Candice?"
I felt my friends gaze turn toward me for the answer. What else could
I say but the truth, "No." I heard June's breath inhale in surprise
and perhaps anger.
"But you are going to do it right... for the money?"
Oh course, "yes", I had no other choice.
"How does that make you feel June?" Why was he asking all these
fucking questions? Can't we just get this over with?
June shrugged next to me, "A little sad I guess... I am only trying to
help my friend."
"OK girls, can you turn on the couch and sit facing each
other... knees touching June." I couldn't meet June's eyes.
"Candice, look into your friends eyes." I had no choice.
Plenty of flashes, but I was getting good at ignoring them.
"Now with eyes open move slowly in... closer... stop right there."
Our lips were a centimetre apart and I could feel my friends breath
upon my face.
I could see that she was excited, anxious to do what we came here to
do. I too wanted to get started, but so we could finish quicker.
I had to ask, "How long is this going take?"
"Twenty minutes maybe?"
My best friend since elementary school whispered for me only, "In a
rush?" I would have to come to some stark facts about June soon I
realized.
"Lips wider June... now both of you turn your heads, the other way
Candice... just a little more closer."
Plenty of flashes.
"Now move in... don't move your mouth or head just hold it...", the
flash went off many times as I held my breath feeling June's lips
against my own. We were still barely touching thankfully.
"Pull back a little Candice...", we were apart again, "... now stick
out your tongue June ... lean in...". I sensed more than felt the tip
of her tongue between my open frozen lips, actually within my mouth.
Oh god, please make this be over.
"OK Candice, your turn... slip your tongue past June's and into her
mouth...!" My god, my tongue would have to slide along hers to
accomplish this - our eyes were locked and she looked anxious, daring.
"If you want your cash Candy, you will do what I ask."
I felt her tongue against my own and a shiver of revulsion slipped up
my spin. It continued as I slipped it along hers until I felt it
touch the edge of her lips.
"Good girl... hold it." Plenty of flashes. Then the pig moved very
close in and I swore his lens was less than ten centimetres from our
lips before more flashes. "OK girls... you can sit back."
My tongue returned to my mouth faster than it takes to tell, June on
the other hand suddenly licked around my lips leaving a trail of her
saliva before her own mouth closed and she sat back.
Gory went over to the corner to replace the film in the large
expensive looking camera.
This gave June a few seconds to whisper, "This isn't so bad is it?" I
could tell that she was enjoying it, her nipples practically redefined
her chest by pressing against the tee-shirt.
I whispered back, "This was a mistake June."
She shrugged and attempted to reassure me, "Only a few more minutes
and it will be over honey." Honey - she never called me that before?
"OK girls, ready." The pig returned. "I got some good French
pictures but I want some neck and ear stuff OK?"
June was bubbly with excitement, "Sure!" I just slumped there.
"Okay... Candice, can you close your eyes and let your head fall back
a little?" I thought with my eyes closed this would be easier, I was
wrong. "Perfect... June lean in and slowly kiss up and down your
friends neck... yea, pucker just like that."
June's lips touched ever so lightly up and down my neck, as Gory took
his photos. "Wrap your arms about her June... hold her hair in that
hand... yep, now grasp a handful of her sweater around the waist with
the other... perfect!" June was fiercely holding my hair back and to
the side, exposing my neck but it was her other hand that seemed to
practically be laying upon my ass cheek.
"Now press your chest into hers...", I felt her tiny soft mounds press
into my own larger boobs and felt another shiver, "... now stick your
tongue out and lick her ear... hold that pose!" Her tongue was
holding up my earlobe as the flashes went off numerous times.
"Great... you can sit back June. OK Candice", I turned to look at
this pig of a photographer, "your turn. June can you lie back on the
couch... Candice came round to this end of the couch...", I was
standing at the end while June lay back with her head just below me,
"... now lean down and kiss your friend."
I did as asked while the flashes went off - June kissed back and I
realized, with disgust, that we were kissing rather aggressively.
"That's great girls... now June... stick out your tongue... now
Candice, suck on it baby."
Isn't it twenty minutes yet?
They both noticed my hesitation, "No different that a couple minutes
ago Candy." I hated his shortening my name - pig.
Beneath me, "Come on Candice, we are almost done." I looked down to
see that my friend was clenching her thighs together anxiously.
What else could be done, I've gone this far. I leaned down and
slipped my lips about June's tongue and sucked gently.
My best friend in the world groaned beneath me, sending tiny shivers
along her tongue to my mouth. One of her hands came up unbidden and I
mentally screamed for Gory to tell her to put it back down, but rather
it came up and caressed my check and jaw.
"Great... another break." I yanked back and saw the disappointment on
June's face. Gory was reloading again.
I again sat down next to June and whispered, "I can't do this any more
June?"
She sat up and pressed her hip and thighs against my own, her arm
coming up to pull me into her flank. Her lips moved next to ear and
she whispered back, "Gory is almost done."
"I don't care."
"Aren't you enjoying this?"
Enjoying this? Was she fucking crazy? I didn't bother answering.
Gory was back, "Hold that pose girls... perfect." More flashes, these
ones seemed to bother me much more than the last several dozen. "Now
I need some light photos, holding hands, hugging that sort of thing."
I didn't say another word as the both of us were like puppets on a
string for Gory to animate and position as he wanted. Each time only
one or two photos were taken, so this part of the session lasted much
longer.
The only one that truly bothered me was when Gory had me lie down upon
the couch and June lay between my legs, stomach to stomach and chest
to chest. We only looked into each others eyes and two photos were
taken but when he told us to move to the next position I felt a
definite press of June's loins into my own. The accompanying look in
her eye told me it hadn't been a mistake.
Soon it was over and I immediately stood and retrieved one pile of
cash and quickly counted it. June on the other hand stood around
Gory, as he cleaned up, and asked him questions about the lighting,
which poses looked better, etcetera. She looked up as I rushed up the
stairs toward the door to wait for her on the street.
Ten minutes she made me wait. It gave me the time to come to a
realization about my friend that I hadn't known, or I had purposely
ignored for all these years - that she liked girls. More immediate,
she liked me.
We have been friends of nearly ten years, why didn't I now this?
"Well that's all over?" June came from the house and actually glowed
with a light sheen of sweat and a large smile.
I just turned and walked next to my friend to walk the few blocks back
to our homes. June kept stealing looks at me as if she wanted to ask
something but I didn't even acknowledge her and so we just kept
moving.
Finally, we stood outside her house, mine only two doors down. "Its
OK Candice - you got the money and its all over." She wore that sweet
'I understand' smile that had always worked on me in the past. "Mom
and dad will be back in a couple of hours, would you like to come in?"
We met eyes and I saw the expectant anxious look and knew she was
asking more than just a simple visit. My god June was a lesbian - a
girl lusting bitch that I didn't even realize till today. As innocent
as I'm sure she may want me to come in I could see the feverish,
hungry, look in her eyes and knew wanted more than a simple visit.
I turned and left her standing there and returned home. I had a bill
to pay.
-*-
Things were cold between June and I for nearly a month - I went out of
my way to stay away from her. We had to share a couple of classes,
but other than a nod in her direction I never even acknowledged her.
June, on the other hand seemed devastated.
I can be such a bitch - that is my best friend of many years that I've
hurt. Yet, can't she just understand that I'm not a lesbian - that it
can't ever be that way between us?
I paid off my bill of course, which left me again broke.
Then George my boyfriend called me up in the middle of the night
crying - he had been beaten up for owing some of the rougher kids some
money. The dummy I was, I never even asked why he owned money to
these guys. Then he asked me - for nine hundred dollars to save him
from another, worse, beating!
I never told anyone where I got the last money, but George guessed it
was from a rich relative or something else equally stupid.
Didn't Gory say it would be worth a thousand dollars if June and I
kissed and petted a little?
I felt disgust and sick when I hung up the phone - I loved George and
at that point in my life, I would do anything for him. Even... well,
even that.
The next call was to June, "Don't say a word, call and see if Gory
wants to take some pictures of us petting? A thousand bucks." I hung
up.
Perhaps they are right, the first time is the worst.
Gory was actually smiling two days later when I sat on that brown
leather couch in the middle of the lights as he adjusted his camera
equipment. June arrived minutes later, late as usual, and looked
nervous - much to my surprise. I had thought her to be pleased with
this little session.
I remembered George's bruised face and broken fingers and resolved to
simply do what I needed to help him. Hadn't I sucked June's tongue
once before? Was it really that bad - fuck yes, I'm no lesbian. But
this time could not be any worse could it, a little fondling with
hands right?
June and I had gone through some tough times together as we went from
prepubescent girls to sexy young ladies, and as such we were not
unfamiliar with each other. Yes, that means we have also touched each
other.
Once, late at night as we had a sleep over at my house, we somehow
ended up topless showing each other our different breasts. It was
obvious that she was interested in my much larger fuller boobs - and
so, after I touched and caressed hers briefly, she fondled mine for
nearly twenty minutes. I'll admit, it felt good - but I simply closed
my nightgown and turned off the light. That was as close to sexual
touches that we had come to, before out last photo session.
Other than that we have kissed, like sisters, or so we thought. We
hugged frequently and we have often held hands. As I said we are, or
should I say, were very close.
"Hi Candice."
"June." I didn't even look at her but could feel her disappointment
at acknowledging her so coldly.
"OK girls - can you two stand and face each other?"
"The money?" My voice was very cold.
"On the table, thousand each." Gory was facing us behind a tripod. I
saw that each pile as held with a dirty old elastic band.
I stood and faced my friend. When our eyes met, I saw such depth of
pain and hurt that it caused my own heart to swell with empathy.
"June stroke Candy's long hair with your hand." The flashes started.
"Now lean in and kiss her... gently. Close your eyes Candy." I had
given up in correcting the pig about my proper name - I was here only
for the money.
"Pull apart a little... mouths open... Candy lick June's lips...", he
caught some very close photos.
"Great! OK girls, June can you start removing Candy's jeans?"
I froze, "Jeans? I thought we were just going to pet a little?" I
felt my face freeze in a frown - June, next to me froze and waited.
She was quiet and submissive, not the girl that I've known all my
life.
Gory smiled and showed his rotting teeth, "You can leave your panties
and bras on... and I plan on taking a lot of photos of you guys
stripping each other."
I didn't like it, and quickly glancing at June, I knew she would go
along with anything I wished. I'm doing this for George, I retold
myself.
Glaring at my friend, "Go ahead June."
She only caught my eye briefly before moving forwards. Gory's camera
came up and caught as she knelt before me.
My eyes watched everything as my best friend of so many years fumbled
with the buttons on my jeans. I could see that her hands trembled,
from I'm not sure what, but I never said a word.
The two flaps of my denim parted and June's thumbs hooked into my
waistband as she started to tug the snug jeans down my hips.
"Slower babe! That's it... make sure you leave the panties on... yea,
very hot June baby!"
Finally I stepped out of my jeans and Gory motioned for June to thrown
them out of sight of the set and the camera. "Leave those socks on
honey, looks sexy... kiss her thighs and look at her panties
... Candy, hold up your tee-shirt over your belly button... that's
it..."
June barely touched me with her lips, but I could see that her eyes
were glued to my white cotton briefs. I knew she would see the hint
of my sparse jungle beneath the fabric, and I could not help but feel
disgust.
"Higher up June baby."
Her lips were barely a centimetre from my covered crotch when Gory
finally spoke, seconds before I was about to speak up in contention,
"That's it June... can you stand up and pull off Candy's
tee-shirt... great... lift your arms Candice, perfect..."
I now stood motionless with only my sports bra and panties, both white
and made of cotton. I didn't think they were overly sexy, but I
hadn't though I would have to strip down to them either, though by the
look in June's eyes I knew I must look OK.
"Kiss around her chest, just above... yea, that's it baby."
The flashes were going off so much in my eyes that I closed them,
feeling a little dizzy.
"Now kiss up to Candy's lips and kiss her... suck on her lower lip a
little darling!" I simply stood and underwent this torture.
"Great... your turn Candy. June stand up and turn away from your
friend and stay still." June was wearing a short skirt and blouse, it
showed her athletic figure and long strong legs to perfection. "On
your knees Candy... kiss up the back of your friends left
leg... slower..."
I kissed firmly and roughly, trying to make sure June understood that
this was only for the camera.
"Perfect Candy... June lift your skirt in the back to your
waist...hold it there, Candice stare at her bottom."
Fuck, June had worn a thong and it hid nothing from my eyes as the
camera clicked again and again.
She did have a lovely firm ass though.
"Perfect... OK, take a breather as I reload."
I sat back on my heels and closed my eyes, trying to still my beating
heart. God, I hope George understands how much he means to me.
"Candice?" June was kneeling before me, whispering. She never
touched me, I noticed with grim satisfaction. "I'll do anything you
want OK? I don't want to loose you as my friend." Her eyes were
watering up and I knew she was in torment.
"OK girls... same position June... June?"
She only knelt there before me as if waiting for my command to
continue - I needed this money damn it.
"Lets just get this over and then we can talk. I don't want to loose
you either." I knew it was true when I said it - she and I were more
than simply discardible friends, we were soul mates. My eyes watered
up as well and the weeks of treating her like shit hit me with extreme
guilt. I did love her... as a friend of course.
We flew into each others arms, and hugged fiercely.
Gory, that pig, took advantage of the private moment and I saw and
heard the camera go off.
June whispered in my ear just before retreating from my grasp, "I love
you Candice." I could not help but wonder if she loved me as a friend
or as something else?
Then she again stood away from me, her skirt to her waist and her
near-naked bottom facing me, feet together.
I whipped off my tears and leaned in to kiss the middle of her thighs,
on her left leg. They were warm, smooth and strong - just like I knew
they would be. Yet I could smell her favourite scent - passion
something or another. Then I smelt something else, what could only be
her sexual musk and it intrigued me.
"Higher up Candy baby..."
I swear that that pig is going to get it when this was all over, he
can't even get my fucking name right.
My lips were more softly applied, leaving a thin trail of my saliva as
I moved upwards. Soon I was at the edge of June's buttocks and I
stopped and looked at Gory, my silent question obvious.
"Kiss her ass baby."
I frowned at him but didn't move.
"Thousand bucks bitch."
That fucking pig. I closed my eyes and turned back to my friends
white ass and puckered. I kissed all around her left buttock.
"Now lick her ass Candy." Gory sounded firmer, less patient in his
command.
I did, I'm embarrassed to admit. My tongue came within a centimetre
of my friends ass hole and I had seen it clench and relax furiously as
I licked so near it.
"Lean forwards June... feet further apart... lick inside her thighs
Candy... that's it..."
There was a heat radiating from that junction of her crotch that I
could feel on my forehead and cheek, as I kissed inside of her upper
thigh.
"Now sit back... June baby, reach back and grasp your ass and pull
your cheeks apart... check out what's there Candy..."
The black panty was of a flowered lace pattern and I could see that
June's brown curls escaping through generously. And with her firm
strong ass cheeks pulled apart, that single thong thread could not
hide her wrinkled puckered ass hole. I'm embarrassed to admit that it
intrigued me.
I've never seen anyone's ass hole before and had thought it a more
disgusting sight that what I could see now. June had complained,
dozens of times in our shared past, that she was hairy - and it looked
like she trimmed even the hairs between the cheeks of her ass. It was
hairless and clean.
"Great baby. OK June, can you take your skirt and blouse
off... perfect... very sexy June baby... both of you kneel facing the
other... now lean in and start kissing..."
Somehow it was easier to press my lips against her this time, of
course I was still disgusted I told myself, but it was just easier
somehow.
"Give me some tongue action girls..."
We did. Our tongues sliding and slipping around... and when her long
tongue slipped into my mouth I wrapped my lips about it and sucked
firmly.
I have to admit that we knew how to kiss the other, our lips molding
to perfection, our tongues simpatico. The thought startled me.
"Great Candy... June reach up and give Candy's right boob a
squeeze..."
I felt her hesitate so I tugged on her tongue by sucking harder and
then opened my eyes to look into hers - silently I told her to go
ahead. I knew she wanted too.
I felt her grasp my full breast, above my bra of course, and squeeze
tentatively. Against my will a groan escaped from me - it wasn't very
loud of course and Gory did not hear it but I saw from the startled
look in June's eyes that she had.
To hide my embarrassment I let go of her tongue and slipped mine past
her lips. As she squeezed and molded, with more resolve now, my tit I
explored her teeth, tongue and inside of her lips.
"That's it girls... Candy put the palm of your left hand on June's
stomach... OK hold it... now move it between her legs and grab her
pussy..."
I paused for only a second, I knew this was coming didn't I?
In seconds I was cupping her lace covered pussy. It was hot, somehow
I knew it would be, and damp in my hand.
I opened my eyes to see that she was looking at me, and blushing. As
we stared I did something, that I think was unconscious, I dug the
heel of my hand into the top of her mound, into her clitoris. This
time she groaned, loudly, and Gory was grinning as his camera snapped
away.
"Your turn June baby... let go of Candy's titty and slip your hand
between her legs... lower... that's it...!"
I felt her hand between my thighs, barely touching my cotton covered
sex. She was tentative and probably fearful of scaring me away again.
Though Gory could not see that far between my legs to tell how much
she touched me, I wanted her too. Of course that realization
surprised me, I wanted June to squeeze my cunt just like I was doing
to hers - her pleasure evident upon her face.
Pulling my tongue and lips from hers I sat back and I mouthed,
"harder". June's eyes widened and then I felt the whole of her hand
grasp me firmly between the legs.
"Hold that spot girls...", Gory was snapping away as June and I sat
facing each other, looking into the others eyes and squeezing the
others sex. "Fuck. OK, break time girls..." Gory turned away to
reload his camera.
I barely heard him - I know June didn't.
I felt the lower elastic edge of my cotton panty expertly pulled aside
and a finger slip beneath. June watched my face closely so as to read
this bold action of hers I only watched and enjoyed as the finger
began to slip up and down the length of my labia.
My sex was slick with juices, much to my dismay, and June's movement
only made it worse. She toyed with my anal ring before sliding back
and teasing my vaginal opening, only pressing into both to the edge of
her first knuckle before retracting. I'll say one thing, June knew
just how to touch a pussy - I found myself becoming liquid in cunt and
mind.
"Yea girls... keep going!"
I didn't want to look into her eyes, but wanted to hold her and just
enjoy. Leaning forwards I placed my head upon her shoulder and
widened my knees to give her better access. Half forgotten my own was
firmly squeezing her sex, the juices had soaked through her thong and
I felt her hot thick liquid drip down the back of my hand.
The sound of the camera echoed in my mind somewhere behind the
pleasure I was feeling from my best friend.
A hand slipped over mine, June grabbed my hand gently and I felt her
pull aside the crotch of her black lace panty and press one of my
hands into her. She sighed heavily as my finger sunk within her body
to the third knuckle.
When her hand moved higher and started to torture my clitoris with
delightfully gentle movements I knew something was going to happen
that has never happened in the company of another before. I was about
to orgasm.
My finger moved in and out faster and faster, as if in time to my own
accelerating pleasure. June expertly brought me close to that summit
and I felt her tense up and that knowledge caused me to topple down
that mountain, over the top. Joining her in delicious delight.
I hid my face in her warm smooth neck and squealed with pleasure -
June gasped and groaned as she froze. We both underwent our own form
of release, as each of our fingers drew out our pleasure from the
other.
This time I opened my lips willingly as she slipped hers over my own -
our open gapping mouths locked together as our tongues fondled
sensuously.
When June and I eventually sat back and finally opened our eyes, we
were both surprised to find that Gory was turning off the lights and
unloading his camera.
How long had we... you know?
I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment and crawled over to retrieve
my clothing.
-*-
George is a fucking jerk.
I pay off his debt - and the next day he tells me he needs more. I
thought June wouldn't mind a repeat of our last photo session - but
before that could happen, I find out the reason George needs the money
- for his fucking drug habit! On top of that he has been fucking some
junior in our school - a slut from across town.
And to think I had actually blown that jerks cock, let him play with
my titties and let him paw my ass and pussy, above my clothes of
course.
I'm such a fucking stupid bitch, not to see this coming.
June allowed me to cry on her shoulder, telling her all of my sordid
tale between sobs. I felt so humiliated and disgusted with myself -
how could I have trusted and been intimate with that jerk?
June wisely said nothing.
Its been two months since our second photo session, and we returned to
being the best of friends. We never spoke about our experience that
last time together but we often became quiet and just shared a look.
I knew, of course, that June would agree to anything I wished
regarding our relationship - and had, I tried to return it to where we
had been before all this mess started. Yet I could see the desire in
her eyes, the want for more than a simple friend.
After that last session with Gory and the pleasure I had felt, it
opened my eyes to realize that my friend had always looked upon me as
more of a friend. Perhaps she was a lesbian, I thought, but that does
not mean we can not be friends does it?
Then again, what happened between us, does that make me a lesbian? I
had found more joy and pleasure in that fond memory than any intimate
moment with that jerk George. Which, by the way, had a four inch cock
that never took more than two minutes to come - tell everyone!
Though I was a virgin, I've done plenty with my hands and mouth -
enough to make me feel disgust.
When I finally calmed down and stopped blubbering on June's shoulder
she sat back and said, "You are not the only one that has things to be
embarrassed about." She looked embarrassed, but we were as close as
two girls can be - perhaps closer I privately thought - and this would
be the time to share. "Remember when you were mad at me?" She
needn't explain when - between our first and second session when I was
scared of her being a lesbian. "I did something stupid."
"Tell me June... please?" I whipped away some tears.
Instead of answering she leaned over the edge of her bed and slid her
hand between the mattress and box spring. An envelope was retrieved.
June gave it to me without a word, and waited.
I opened it slowly and emptied the contents between us.
Photos, dozens. I saw that they were of June, alone, and naked.
"Gory took these too."
I lifted one, it was with her naked with both legs wide and a black
shiny dildo inside her cunt. That explained why she didn't have her
cherry - but was too afraid to ask when I discovered no hindrance to
my plunging finger that last photo session. I had been so careful
with my own since puberty had hit.
More photos, different lingerie, most with her legs or ass cheeks
spread - often with one of six toys I saw in group of pictures.
Looked at coldly, they were rather graphic and revealing.
Looked at with a more intimate eye, she looked lovely in many. I knew
that June was extremely embarrassed at her revelation and perhaps
humiliated at what she had done. And as a friend I needed to reassure
her that it was OK - most certainly not much more than what we had
done together before Gory's camera.
I lifted one picture with her kneeling on Gory's familiar leather
couch, wearing white stockings, garters, heels and a smile. Her thin
sexy ass looked very sexy as she had one hand upon it gently pulling
the cheek apart from the other. Her small breasts hung down and I
could see that the nipples were hard. June was looking over her
shoulder at the camera and her eyes sparkled but I could also see that
lost soul look that she had worn continuously at that time. Sexy and
very sexy. I took this and handed it to her, she looked surprised but
took it, "This is my favourite."
June looked into my compassionate eyes before leaning over and
bringing her lips to my own. I didn't move at first as she kissed
me... but then something caused me to begin to kiss back. It was love
I realized.
She pressed the photos off her bed to tumble into a mess onto the
floor below and we both straightened our legs and lay down. June's
parents and brother would be gone for another couple of hours ... and
I realized I wanted her in ways I never wanted anyone else in my life.
As our passionate kiss continued I slipped my hand under June's
sweater and grasped her small breast, the nipple poking into my palm
already. My crotch pressed forwards till I felt her hip, and began to
grind.
Then her lips came off mine and she pulled her hip away, "No
June... not now, not like this." She looked incredibly sad. I let my
hand slip from her breast and lay my head upon her bosom.
"I love you June."
"I love you too Candice."
-*-
That familiar label didn't matter to me any more, I have no idea if I
am a lesbian or not, but it didn't matter - I was in love.
I was also in lust.
June continued to surprise me; she never denied me any touch, and I
loved to touch her strong thin ass and long legs, but she never
pursued more with me.
I was getting downright confused. It was obvious that June felt the
same as I did toward her - stronger probably.
It came to a head only a couple of weeks after my breakup with George.
I screamed at her and cried - then June cried and tried to explain
that she didn't know what to do - didn't want to ever loose me.
She tried to kiss and hug me but I pushed her away, still screaming.
But before I could escape through her door way I felt her hands come
around me and grab my breasts firmly, a whispered voice in my ear, "I
love your breasts Candice." I knew the ice was melting as did my
anger.
I spun around and her hands moved to my big round ass and pulled me
back into her room, kicking the door shut with one foot. Her lips
found mine and though I didn't resist, though I didn't help either.
My jeans landed about my ankles quickly and my best friend in the
whole world was kneeling before me. I gasped as she pulled my panties
to the side and slide her tongue between the crevice of my outer
labia.
It was enough to still any remaining anger within me and I grasped her
head and arched my hips out - I've never felt something so wonderful
as a tongue upon my clitoris. We were both virgins, when it comes to
other women - but somehow she knew exactly how to lick my clitoris to
best please me. I suppose its how she would like to be licked, I
noted for future reference.
My orgasm was within a minute, I am sure. It exploded and I screamed
out in pleasure this time - feeling more joy in that one minute than
in my whole lifetime.
June stood back up and brought her mouth to my own, I opened my eyes
and saw that her lower face was wet with my juices. Greedily I leaned
forwards and began to lick her face clean - tasting my intimate
flavour for the first time. It was wonderful.
When I could find not a drop more I glued my lips to hers, and our
tongues duelled. My hands dropped again to her waist and I was was
undoing her jeans and pushing them down with the panties. I was
hungry to taste her for the first time - to give her the pleasure she
has given me.
Just as she had done I knelt before her and looked at her naked loins
for the first time - she was indeed hairy, but well trimmed. I didn't
care, I stuck out my tongue and rapidly slid it into the top of that
groove and was rewarded with an initial response much as I had done
moments earlier.
In fact I thought she was going to pull my long blonde hair out from
the roots the way she was pulling me hard into her body. I licked and
licked - flicking the hard button back and forth, tasting the river of
juices that came from her. I loved her and lusted after her. I
wanted to live with my face against this pussy forever to lick and
pleasure her for all time.
June lasted less time than I did, and my first pussy lick was less
than a minute long before she began to orgasm upon my tongue and open
lips. I loved it, I loved her.
I didn't ever want it to end.
It did of course, she came down from her high and pulled me back up to
her - and she sampled herself from my face, as I had with her. Then
we were kissing our tongues duelling rapidly.
Though we had orgasmed deliciously only minutes before, it hardly
quelled that fire within us. She spoke between tongue lashes, "I love
you Candice."
I pulled away and stared her directly in the eye, "I love you June."
Before she could respond, I gently pushed her toward her bed and she
comically fell onto her stomach. Both of us were hindered by the
clothing about our ankles but neither of us seemed to notice. I
jumped forwards and grabbed at her naked firm ass.
June squealed as I leaned down and bit it playfully - she then gasped
when I pulled her cheeks apart and kissed her rosebud. The playing
was forgotten suddenly and I again leaned in and pressed my tongue
against that wrinkled clenching muscle.
June gasped out, "Oh god Candice!" She reached behind back and
grasped her own ass cheeks, pulling them apart.
My eyes were closed and my tongue busy, as I teased and fucked that
tight hole till June was again gasping and moaning. She came,
clenching my tongue firmly in her ass hole five minutes later. Five
minutes that I was in heaven - doing something I've never even
considered before. And loving it.
I climbed up her body and hugged her from behind, allowing her to
again catch her breath. In time her breathing came back and she
turned in my arms, her lips naturally finding my own. "That was the
most incredible thing I've ever felt Candice! I never would think I
could come just by someone licking my bum."
"Anytime lover." She giggled along with me - and we both knew I was
serious.
Then I heard the unmistakable sound of the household garage door open
and the sound of a motor car. June's parents were home.
"Oh god."
I jumped up and we both frantically pulled on our panties and jeans.
-*-
"Twenty five hundred each right Gory?"
He didn't look too pleased but nodded his acceptance anyway.
Gone was the familiar couch and a futon was in its place. I removed
my clothing as June finished negotiating with the fat pig. The money
was counted out and June stuck both bundles in her bag before coming
over and undressing.
I grunted at Gory, "And no instructions from you."
He looked up from loading his camera, "Pardon?" He wasn't the type to
be polite, so you can guess what his voice held.
June followed up, knowing I had no patience for the fat slob, "Just
let us alone and I promise you the photos will be great."
He thought for a second, the rolls on his chin twitching, before
nodding his reluctant acceptance.
I shared a quick look to thank my lover before glancing down and
taking in her sexy lingerie.
We had both agreed to wear lingerie, something that we picked out and
purchased, and to surprise the other.
I knew that June loved my big breasts and my dirty blonde pussy - so I
purchased a push up bra, stockings and heels, all red. I knew I
looked delicious.
June had worn what she knew I enjoyed; white stockings, garter belt
and heels. She had also removed every hair from between her legs,
much to my delight. She saw my open mouthed hungry stare and winked
at me - before returning to look down at my body, obviously enjoying
what she saw.
Gory and June had already worked out some of the props we could use,
and they were strategically placed on the table beside the futon. I
saw a scary assortment of pleasure instruments - dildos, vibrators,
ben wa balls, oils and other odder objects. June had told me that she
would pick out a wide assortment but to use any one of them was up to
me. At that moment, nothing looked as delicious as June did wearing
that lingerie. Then again, I wondered what it would be like to
tongue-fuck June's ass hole as I slipped a fat dildo in and out of her
cunt!
June and I wanted something special between us - something that would
mark our new relationship together. To her surprise I had suggested
another session with that fat pig of a photographer - this time, he
could capture the both of us as we took each others cherries. Yes,
the very same cherry that I had saved for so long - I was going to
willingly give it to this beauty.
June's only request, was that we do it together, at the same time.
She had come up with the idea of using a double dildo at the same time
- and there it lay, on the table waiting for us to use it. A shiver
of delight and lust run down my spin.
"Ready girls? June... Candy?"
I growled, "Candice!"
"Whatever."
June snickered and leaned over to whisper in my ear, "Your my candy
darling." That lightened the mood for me enough so I giggled at her
lewd joke. I knew like a candy, I would be getting plenty of licking.
June crawled up onto the bed, slowly so as to give me a generous sexy
look of her ass and legs that she knew I liked so much. Then she
rolled onto her back and wiggled her finger at me, her eyes blazing.
I followed, also crawling onto the futon, my breasts swaying beneath
me. I saw her lick her lips unconsciously as she glued her look at my
hanging boobs. My lover June was a tit woman - while I, to my
delight, was a leg and ass woman.
June spread her legs and I lay down upon her, our groins in contact.
Our lips came together and we started just as we began those couple of
months before, with just one kiss.
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An Interview with an Erotic Writer
My name is Phil Wilder. I write mostly erotica, but I have a few stories that are published that are milder fare. But what attracts most people to my work is the kinky sex and sometimes-brutal violence that is displayed in my works. Most writers seem to want to give their readers a happy ending, but I just don't find that realistic. That is not the way life works. Oh, sure occasionally a fireman will arrive in time to save a child or an adult from a burning building or automobile, but I believe those are the exceptions not the rules.
And so today, the local book critic, Angela Hayward, is interviewing me. I am not sure why I agreed to the interview. I am quite sure that she is going to try to paint me as a monster and to discredit my work. But, there is an old saying that bad publicity is better than no publicity. So I figured even if I came off looking bad in the interview, my name would still get out to more people.
I guess we are getting ready to start as her assistant is heading my way. "Mr. Wilder," she starts. "Please follow me and we will get you miked up and a little make up to soften the glare. She seated me on a tall stool and shortly a technician came and clipped a microphone on my collar and had me test it. At the same time someone was applying powder to my cheeks and forehead.
When they were satisfied, I was led over to what appeared to be a living room on the set and seated in a plush leather chair. I did not have long to wait, before Angela came in offered her hand. I took it and shook it gently. I immediately noticed that she wore a wedding band. We exchanged pleasantries and then she sat down across from me. The chairs were arranged in an intimate setting so that there was just room enough between us at an angle so that if one or both of us crossed our legs we would not bump into the other person.
Angela then asked if there were any ground rules that I wanted to lay out.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Well, is there any subjects that you are uncomfortable discussing with me today? Is there anything that you want off limits?"
"Well, if I told you all the things I am uncomfortable discussing, this would be a very short interview. I have a feeling that you have a lot of questions that will disturb me. But, no, you can ask me anything and I will try to answer you to the best of my ability. Only if you get into some area that might get me into legal trouble will I decline."
"Ok, then, this is not a live interview so if something comes up that you do not want to discuss, the tape can be altered later. So then let's begin."
The cameras were started and the microphones turned on and the action signal was given.
"Good evening, America, my name is Angela Hayward and I am here tonight with best selling erotic author, Phillip Wilder. He has graciously agreed to discuss some of his more controversial works."
"Mr. Wilder, let me ask you why you write in the style that you do?"
"Could you be a little more specific, Angela? What style are you referring to?"
"Well, it seems to me that the main characters in your books do not fair too well. For instance in Addicted to High Heels or a Slave to My Wife's Boots, you left us with the impression that the male lead was going to live a life of misery and again in Cruel Wife, Slave Husband there was little doubt that the husband was going to be totally destroyed."
"Well, thank you for spoiling the suspense for my readers. But if you want happy endings perhaps you should be reading fairy tales and not my books. I don't believe much in happy endings. I write dominant-submissive books for the most part and there are plenty of other authors that write about willing submissives without me joining in the ranks. Personally, I find nothing exciting about a man that willing submits to being abused by his wife. I don't even believe that is realistic. Sure, there are probably some men that would not mind being a cuckold and some women that would do it just to please their husbands, but to me that is simply not exciting."
"Let me understand you," Angela breaks in. "Are you saying that you write to be realistic? If that is the case then perhaps I can take this interview in a different direction."
"I don't know how realistic some of the things, I write about are because I have never experienced the vast majority of them. Some of the milder things do come from my own experiences but even those have been spiced up. If all I wrote about was things that happened in my life, my readers would be bored to death and I would not be able to pay my mortgage."
"Fair enough, but I doubt your life has been that sheltered. But let's talk about realism. In Internet Sex Slaves and Cruel Wife you have whipping scenes. Have you ever whipped a woman or yourself been whipped?"
I smile at Angela and hesitate to form my reply. "No, I have not, but I would like to. Would you like to volunteer?"
"Lord, no and this interview is not about me, but about you."
"Well, that seems hardly fair. Haven't you ever wanted to know what it is like to be tied up and disciplined?"
"Frank, stop the tape. "Mr. Wilder, please refrain from asking me questions. This interview is about you and your books not about me and my life."
"Look, you asked me a question about my real life. I understood that this interview was about my books and writing style, so if you are going to ask questions about my real life then I think it is only fair if I can do the same with you. And what is the big deal, you already told me that you can edit out what you want from the tape so why not be a little honest with me?"
"I can edit out what is on the tape, but you do realize there are real live people in the room. Such as the man who runs the camera, the sound people, makeup people and stage crew. Maybe I don't want them knowing my private life."
"So it is ok, if the entire world knows about my life, but yours has to remain private from a few?"
"I can see that this is not going to work out. I am sorry if we wasted your time but I think we might as well pack up our equipment and call it a day."
"I am sorry you feel that way. I think we were just getting acquainted with one another. May I offer a suggestion?"
"Sure, go ahead," Angela, replied.
"Why don't you do the interview with just the two of us. You can have a recorder running and later you can edit out what you don't like. That way I can get a better idea of what it is that you like or dislike about my books and you can paint me in any light that makes you happy."
"That might work if this was radio, but it is television. No one wants to sit through a segment with me just talking about what we discussed. They want to see you and your reactions to the questions."
"You mean they want to see me squirm, don't you? Is there going to be a happy ending for me in this interview?"
She laughed and said, "Probably not. I really wish there was some way that we could complete this. I have a feeling that you are a very interesting man."
"Well, why don't you just start over where you left off? If, I ask you something you don't like, just refuse to answer it or do what all women do, lie?"
"Wow, you do have a low opinion of women, don't you?"
"I have a low opinion of humans in general," I said.
"Ok, Frank go ahead and roll the tape from where we left off. Mr. Wilder to answer your question, no I have never had any desire to be tied up and whipped. But you say that you do have the desire to whip a woman, why?"
"Well, I think it would be interesting, no that is not the right word, stimulating is more like it, to be able to inflict pain on someone and to know that only I can grant them mercy. Not a good answer perhaps but it is an honest one."
"Then would you like to be whipped, like some of the men in your books are whipped?"
"Oh, tough question. I don't know if I would like it. Those women in my books are so dog gone cruel. I am not sure that I could survive what they do to their men. But, yes, I would like to have a woman tie me up, gag me so that I was helpless and whip me? Do you know anyone that would like to volunteer for that duty?"
"I am sure there are plenty of dominatrix that you could hire."
"Ah, but see that is one of those legal areas we talked about earlier. I am sure that would be viewed as solicitation of prostitution services. And besides, that is just play-acting. If I was going to go through the pain and recovery, I would want it to be real."
I could see her skin flush and I knew deep down that she was imagining what it would be like to mark a man's back and buttocks with a whip. Even her breath was coming a little bit faster and I wondered if the audience could sense the change as well.
"I think we need to move on to another area. A lot of your books have the act of licking boots in them, why is that?"
"Ah, this should be truly humiliating for me. I guess that is my greatest fantasy. I have always been fascinated by women's high-heels and boots."
"You say always, how far back does that go?"
"Wow, another tough question. The first time I can remember being attracted in that way to a woman's shoes was when I was about 5."
"I don't even want to go there, but do you actually lick women's boots?"
"Yes, every chance I get, which is not nearly as often as I would like. When I was married, my wife indulged me in that perversity but after she left me, I haven't found anyone that shares that interest."
"I am amazed that you have not caught some deadly disease from that practice. Don't you worry about where the woman has walked? Or do you only lick shoes that have not been worn outside?"
Let's take your first assumption that I should have caught some type of deadly disease for ingesting something from a woman's boots. I am not sure which comedian it was that said that his immune system was improved because he swam in the East River, which at the time was little more than a sewer. Well maybe my immune system has improved from the practice of licking boots.
And as far as sticking to boots that have not been worn outside: "Oh, heavens that would spoil the entire experience. Part of the excitement is not knowing where she has walked. What fun would it be to lick a pair of clean boots? For instance, the pair you are wearing are too highly polished for my taste. Of course the soles probably would be dirty enough to give me pleasure."
Her face flushed a deep shade of red and I am sure if she had held a whip at that moment she would have used it on me.
"Well, another subject that went off in the wrong direction. Let's talk about cuckolding."
"All right then, another of my favorite subjects. Do you also find that to be fascinating?"
"Of course not but it is a theme in almost every book you write so I figured it held some special meaning for you. I don't want to embarrass anyone else so I am going to refrain from asking about your personal experience, but why do you write about it in the way your do? Most other authors that broach the subject, it is always the male's idea and the wife is reluctant. But in your books the wife always uses it as punishment, why?"
"Again, it goes back to the idea of happy endings. I suppose there may be a few isolated instances of a husband encouraging his wife to sleep with another man where it ends up happily for both of them. But, I doubt that happens very often. Some women have casual sex and form no other attachment than physical. But, I assume that for the majority if they had sex more than a couple times with another individual they would form some emotional attachment to him. She would then have to make a decision as to which man she liked better. And there is the other aspect, which is respect. I believe it would be very hard for a woman to respect a man that would willingly share her with another person, male for female."
"So then you would not want a woman to cuckold you?"
"Absolutely not, I would hate it with every fiber of my being?"
"Then why do you write about it?"
"Because it is exciting. My readers get off on it. A lot of people are cruel by nature and they want to read about someone having their life torn apart. They want the guy to be destroyed. And truthfully that excites me as well."
"Wow, you really do have a sadistic side, don't you?"
"Of course, I do. One subject that you have not broached is that of betrayal. I absolutely love the idea of people betrayed and hurt by those they love most. In Tales of Betrayal you will notice I have included the very dearest of relationships to tear apart. A wife betraying her husband, a husband betraying his wife, a woman betrayed by her friend and mother-in-law and a man betrayed by his entire family led by his mother. I loved writing those stories because frankly it is almost impossible to be able to find stories like that."
"Oh, I almost forgot, in Cruel Wife, Slave Husband you introduced the idea of chastity. Have you ever been subjected to that practice?"
"No, but I have done the two ring system for keeping an erection. It really works but it is extremely painful. I don't recommend it to others but I found it to be wonderfully painful. My only problem was that I had the opportunity to take it off whenever I wanted and so I did not get the complete effect. Of course maybe that was better since I have no idea how long a man can keep an erection without having permanent damage done. As far as the chastity idea, I can see the fascination. I know being excited and not being able to touch myself is extremely pleasurable. I have never tried a chastity tube but that I think might be different. If you cannot fully attain erection it might not be as satisfying."
"So are you working on any other books at this time?"
"I am kind of in between ideas right now. I am always swirling ideas around in my head and I imagine something will pop out eventually. There are so many topics that I would like to write about but seem to be off limits to society today."
"Really, like what?"
"Oh, I never write about actual rape, although it fascinates me. I just don't know how much of my audience would go along with my idea that the woman could never enjoy the act. I hate it when someone writes about a woman being attacked and her body always betrays her and she gets all wet and has multiple orgasms. Maybe I will write a story about a rape counselor so I can get to hear all the horror stories direct from the woman's mouth and I might even throw in a twist where the counselor gets excited by making the woman believe she was to blame for the attack.
And then there is incest. I love that topic but it is pretty taboo with the mainline press. And of course women with animals would be a great subject but again hard to get published."
"Dear god, you are truly disgusting. Aren't you afraid that you will lose your readers from this interview?"
"No, quite the opposite. I think they will flock to see what added degradation I can dream up."
The interview was over and I was escorted off the set. Angela did shake my hand but she did not have much enthusiasm in doing so. I could tell that she had not found our exchange of ideas to her liking. But as I left I did catch several of the female employees following me with their eyes. I did not know if that was because deep down they had some desires that related to my books, or if they just wanted to make sure they recognized me so if we ever met again they could avoid me.
I went back to writing and did not give much thought to what had transpired with Angela or her crew. I was somewhat anxious to see what the interview would do to my sales once it aired. What I did not consider is how others I knew would react.
I was informed about when the interview would air but I did not bother to watch it. I figured that Angela would paint me in the worst possible light and watching it would not change anything.
After the Interview
It wasn't hard to tell exactly when the interviewed aired on television. First I received a call from my ex-wife complaining that I had aired our dirty laundry, or in this case dirty boots in front of the entire world.
"What in hell were you thinking telling the whole world that I let you lick my filthy boots? Do you have any idea how bad that makes me look in front of my friends?" she asked.
"Quite the contrary. I figure that since all you hang out with are feministas that you should be even more attractive to them. I am sure they love the idea of you forcing your former husband to his knees."
"When I had you on your knees I should have used the opportunity to stomp your worthless balls into dust."
"Oh, dear, it makes me hard just thinking of it." And she slammed the phone down.
I decided to go out for the evening and get a few drinks to see what other reactions I might get. The bar is dark as I open the door. Most bars are poorly illuminated. I always figured that was because people preferred to do stupid things in low lighted areas but in actuality it is because someone scientist did a study on rats. Yes, I said rats. It seems that he found that rats would drink more in low light than in brightly lit areas. So owners of establishments that served alcohol figured that they could get their customers to follow the example of rodents and lowered the amount of light.
I studied the room carefully looking for a place to sit. It was a Friday evening and so the bar was quite crowded. I really preferred to sit at the bar as occupying a table all by myself seemed to be counter productive. I had almost given up when I noticed a young couple rise from their seats. As the man put a few bills on the bar and started to leave with his companion, I made my way to that location and took the seat he had vacated.
It took a few minutes for the bartender to get to my location and I spent the time surveying the room. There was a small dance floor, pretty much in the middle of the room, but only two couples were utilizing it. The pool tables in the far corner were all occupied. The jukebox was bellowing out something about friends in low places and I figured that I would fit right in.
When I got the opportunity I ordered a bourbon and ginger ale and took a small sip. I really did not want to get hammered but I definitely wanted to feel a little buzz. As I sipped my drink, I checked out the women, not so much in the hopes of finding someone to hook up with, but more because I just love to look at women. As my eyes scanned the room they came to rest on the most alluring pair of boots I have seen in a long time. I guess you could describe them as knee boots although they came slightly above the bend of the knee. They were made of black leather but they were not smooth. The leather had been tooled so that diamond designs covered the sides. And a wide leather strap came across the top of her insteps. But it was the heels that really grabbed my attention. They had to be at least six-inches tall and came to a pencil thin point. For some reason I could just imagine the pain that she could inflict upon my body if I was stupid enough to lie down in front of her.
I guess my eyes lingered a little too long for before I could look away she had caught me in the act of staring at her boots. I quickly turned back to my drink and tried to find something else to attract my attention when I heard the unmistakable sound of high-heels clicking on a wood floor. I tried to keep from turning her way but soon I felt the gently tap of a hand on my arm. I knew who it was even before I turned to face what I was sure was going to be an embarrassing situation.
Turning I found myself looking into a pair of very dark and very serious eyes. And those eyes belonged to an extremely beautiful woman. You are probably thinking that I should have already known how beautiful she was, but I had noticed very little about her other than her boots.
"Pardon, me," she began. "But I could not help but notice that you were staring at my boots. I was just wondering if there was something wrong with them? Perhaps something has been spilled on them that I did not notice."
"Ma-am I am truly sorry if I caused you any discomfort. I really did not mean to stare but those are perhaps the most exciting pair of boots I have seen. Please accept my apologies and I will take my leave so I don't embarrass either one of us again tonight."
"So you find my boots to be exciting? That seems like a strange way for someone to describe a pair of boots. You must be a very strange man. Tell me what exactly would you like to do with my boots that you find so exciting?"
By this time I noticed that she had attracted quite a crown all trying to get closer to see what she was going to do to the loser that had been caught staring at her boots.
I had no idea how I was going to extricate myself from this situation but I figured that flight would be better than fight. So I started to rise from my bar stool but she moved in to my space enough so that was not possible without brushing her out of the way.
I said, "Ma-am again I apologize for my crass behavior. But I think it would be best for everyone if I just take my leave. I really do not want any trouble."
"There won't be any trouble as long as you answer my question. Now once again, what is it that you find exciting about my boots?"
How do you explain that to a woman you have never met before? "They are just different than what I normally see. For one thing the heels are considerably higher than most. I think it takes a very special and very coordinated woman to walk in them. And the tooling on the uppers is quite exquisite. And the straps across the tops make the whole package most appealing to the eye."
"It seems you are quite adept at describing my boots, but you still have not answered the question. If you had said that my boots were beautiful, what you just said would have been sufficient, but you said they were exciting. Are you talking sexually exciting? Are you going to leave here tonight and end up jacking off to the thought of my boots?"
And with that I swore I heard someone in the crowd gasp. I did not dare look around to see who it might have been as I knew that my antagonist would use the distraction to her advantage. I wanted to tell her that yes, I would probably end up masturbating to the thought of her boots but that would take me only deeper in the abyss of shit so I tried to ignore the question.
Just then the bartender came to my rescue. "I don't know what is going on here," he started. "But I really don't want any trouble in here. How about everyone going back to their tables." And then he turned his attention to me. "And I think it would be best if you settled up you tab and called it a night."
I reached for my wallet and pulled out a 20-dollar bill and told him to keep the change. As carefully as I could I stood up and squeezed past the woman and started for the door. I breathed a sigh of relief when I was finally outside and headed towards my car. I could not believe how badly things had escalated from my fascination with a pair of women's boots. And while I knew that I had escaped from a bad situation I also felt remorse that I had not been able to give her the answer that she wanted. Had there been less of a crowd maybe I could have let her enjoy humiliating me. I know that I would have enjoyed being humiliated by her if it involved sinking to my knees and worshipping those boots.
As I reached my car and hit the fob to unlock the door I noticed that I would not be going anywhere for sometime as the drivers front tire was flat as a pancake. I bent down and took a closer look and determined that someone had jabbed a sharp object into the side wall so even the fix-a-flat that I carried in the trunk would not do me any good. I was just pulling my cell phone out of my pocket to call my auto service when I heard that familiar female voice behind me.
"You really did not think that you were going to get away that easily did you?"
"Look, I admit to acting like a damn fool back there, but don't you think you are carrying this a little too far. There are laws against vandalizing property."
"Ok," she said. "I will fess up. I know that you are Philip Wilder, the erotic writer. And I will admit that I came here tonight because I was told that you would be here. This whole thing has been something of a setup. And don't worry about the tire. I have already called to have it fixed. I just wanted to make sure we had a chance to finish our conversation."
"I don't understand; why would you go to all this trouble just to try to humiliate someone you have never met?"
"I told you, you were setup. Someone wanted me to play with you a little bit. They even offered to pay me for my time, but when I found out who it was I volunteered for free. Now aren't you at least curious as to what this is all about?"
"Oh, I am curious all right, but I am also a little apprehensive as to what I am getting myself into. You know who I am but I have no idea who you are or who is behind this little charade. I don't even know your name."
"Fair enough, you can call me Mistress Darla if you like. All things will be revealed in time but only if you throw caution to the wind and allow me to give you a ride to a little private party. Why don't you take another look at my boots before you decide? In fact why don't you take a much closer look at them? Perhaps if you were to get down on your knees, you could properly inspect them."
I knew it was stupid. Who in their right mind would get down on his knees in the parking lot of a bar because a woman asked him to? Well, then whoever said I was in my right mind, but at least I was hesitating.
That is until she did something that I had not even considered. She kicked me square in the balls. I doubled up in pain and sunk to my knees, which is where she wanted me in the first place. "I told you to get on your knees and inspect my boots. I think I have been quite patient up to this point but it is time you learned to obey when I tell you to do something. Now, as much as I like the idea of you groveling in front of me right here, I really do not want to be disturbed with what I have in mind."
She then dangled a pair of handcuffs in front of my face and demanded that I put my hands behind my back and fasten them in place. I hesitated and was rewarded for my dalliance with another kick this time to my buttocks.
"You may think that you have some chance of holding your own with a mere woman, but I can assure you that you do not. If you keep resisting, then I am going to have to severely punish you. So far I have aimed these boots into soft tissue, but if you do not behave, I am going to start aiming for harder areas. Maybe a broken rib or two would help you to understand."
I reached behind me and fastened the cuffs onto my wrists. I tried to ratchet them down just enough so she would hear them close but not so much that with a little effort I could get my wrists free. She then put a cloth bag over my head and told me to stand up. I was just on my feet when I felt the cold steel of those cuffs closed tightly about my wrists and I realized that my ruse had failed.
She then guided me across the asphalt for an undeterminable distance. I heard a car door open and I was shoved roughly inside the vehicle.
"Now be a good little boy," she said. "We only have a short distance to go and then you will understand everything."
A Second Interview
She was telling the truth about the length of the drive. It seemed like only a very few minutes and the car came to a halt and the engine turned off. I heard my door open and then she said, "I am going to help you out of your seat. Please do not do anything that I might interpret as a hostile move. I don't mind hurting you but it might be easier getting you inside if you are able to walk." I then felt her hand on my elbow and she was guiding me out of the car.
I had no idea where we were going but I was grateful for her steady hand on my arm, guiding me to the destination. After we had traveled a little ways she pulled me to a stop and announced, "There are two steps directly in front of you, so please step up but be careful. Very carefully I raised my right foot and felt for the step. You would be surprised how difficult it is to take just two small steps when you cannot see. It gives you a whole new appreciation for what the blind go through.
I heard a loud click and then the scrape as a door was being opened. She not so gently pushed me through the opening and then closed the door behind us. Only then did she remove the bag so that I could again see.
I now realized that I was in what appeared to be some kind of a studio. In the center of a stage like area was a fake living room set up. A leather sofa adored on side and two leather chairs were set on angles facing the sofa. There was no coffee table in the center but two end tables were set between each chair and each end of the sofa. A walking space was left open between the two chairs. There were four video cameras positioned around the layout so that every possible angle could be taped. A large boom microphone hung over the entire layout making individual mics not necessary.
"I am sure that you have seen your interview with Angela," my captor explained.
Before she could go on, I broke in and told her that no I had not seen the interview although I was there when it was taped.
"Well," she started. "We are going to continue that interview tonight but this time we are going to give you a little more incentive to tell the truth."
She then crossed the room to a door that when opened revealed a variety of what I could only describe as sadomasochistic toys. From my limited viewpoint I could clearly see a variety of whips, paddles and taws. What other delightful items were hidden from view I could not say. But I had a terrifying feeling that I would find out eventually.
When my jailor returned from the closet she held in her hand a small harness in her hands. I was not sure that I had ever seen one before but from its size and construction I had a feeling what part of the body it was designed to fit. She also carried what I knew for a fact was a butt plug, except that his one was not made of plastic but rather appeared to be made of copper or bronze.
She then steered me underneath a hanging hook in the center of the fake living area. She brought the hook down and fastened it to the chain of my handcuffs and made a motion to some invisible entity. And then the hook began to rise and I was pulled uncomfortably into a semi hanging position, bent over at the waist.
She then began to open the buckle of my belt and pulled it free from my jeans. Next came the top button and a yank on the tab and my zipper was lowered. She then pushed my jeans along with my shorts off and over my hips. She then told me to step out of my shoes, which I did with much trepidation. I was then ordered to remove my socks by taking the big toe of one foot and hooking it into the top of my sock on the opposite foot. This dear readers is much more difficult than it sounds. By the time I had successfully managed this feat, my shoulders felt as if they had been dislocated.
Darla then stood back and closely examined what she had so unceremoniously unwrapped. "Not much to look at there is it? I hope this harness can be drawn up small enough to encase those little tiny stones without them falling out. She then took a metal ring and forced my testicles through it one at a time. Then she bent my still flaccid penis in half and forced the foreskin through the ring as well. Then by pulling on my foreskin and shoving on the ring she soon had it nestled quite uncomfortably at the base of my testicles and against my pelvis bone at the top of my cock.
She then took the leather harness and inserted my cock through a hole in the center and fastened it securely behind my scrotum. Then with no lubrication she pushed the copper phallus into my rectum and rammed it home. It was so constructed that it flared out at the base so that it was held in place without any other means of support. This gave me great cause for concern as I was sure when it came time to take it out something would have to tear in the removal process.
Darla then went back to the closet and this time when she came back she had a series of wires attached to a small metal box. The box was then hung from somewhere on the bottom of the metal harness and the wires were attached in some fashion to the ring around my cock and balls and also to the metal butt plug.
"There now let's just make sure this thing works before we continue." She then produced an object from her pocket and depressed the little red button at the top with her thumb. Despite my best efforts to control my reaction I screamed as the voltage hit first my cock and balls and then traveled into my rectum. If I had not been suspended I know that I would have lost my balance and been forced to my knees from the intense pain.
"Hmm that seemed to work quite well. Do you think you can be a good little boy, if I take the hook off of your cuffs?"
"Yes," I said. And then she depressed the button a second time and held it a little longer.
"Yes, what?" she spat.
"Yes, Mistress Darla." I replied.
She then made a downward motion with her hand and the hook began to lower and the pressure on my arms and shoulders began to lessen. When all the pressure had been relieved she removed the hook from my cuffs and allowed me to stand upright. But that was not to last.
"On your knees worm. Let's see how well you can crawl. Crawl to the sofa and sit facing it."
I tried to wobble on just my knees but I was not making much progress. So I flopped down onto my side and began to try to push myself across the floor with my feet. I was grateful that the floor was made of hardwood and not carpeted as the smooth surface made the going a little easier.
"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, what a pathetic little worm you are. Here let me see if I can help you along." And with that she put the sole of her boot against my ass cheek and began pushing me across the floor. With the two of us pushing I eventually got to the area of the floor where she wanted me.
She then grabbed me by the hair of the head and began pulling me into a sitting position directly in front of the sofa. She then sat down in front of me and crossed her legs so that the toe of her right boot was only inches from my mouth. "Hmm, I really like you on your knees in front of me. How is it for you?"
"It is fine, Mistress Darla. But you know you did not have to go to all this trouble just to get me on my knees in front of you. I would have been more than willing to do that if you had just asked me."
"Yes, but then what fun would that is? I think you yourself said that if the man is willing it takes all the pleasure out of it."
"Maybe so," I started. "But how are you going to make me unwilling when obviously I am exactly where I want to be?"
"Perhaps but as the evening progresses we will see how willing you are." She then brought the toe of her boot and wiped it across my lips. "Would you like to stick out your tongue and lick my boot?"
"Yes, Mistress, Darla, may I please?"
"All right then, just a little around where the sole meets the upper." And she shoved the boot firmly against my lips.
With as much grace as I could manage in that position I stuck my tongue out and began licking as much of her boot as I could reach. But I would only take a few swipes with my tongue and she would inch her foot back away from me so that I would have to strain further on the front of my knees to get back in contact with it. And then it happened; I lost my balance and fell clumsily onto my face on the floor. With no way to break my fall my nose and mouth were took the most of the punishment and I felt a trickle of blood began to seep from my nose.
Darla quickly got up from her seat and moved around to my side and delivered a sharp kick to my exposed side just below the ribs. "Look at what you have done you clumsy fool. Now you have got blood on this nice floor." She then grabbed a rag from the end table and threw it in front of my face. "Pick it up in your mouth, worm. And clean that floor before it sets into the wood."
I did the best I could but with my nose still bleeding I was not making a lot of progress until she finally took pity on me and jammed some Kleenex up my nose to stop the bleeding.
"You are truly pathetic. If I had known how uncoordinated you were I would never have taken this assignment. Now turn over onto you back."
I did as she asked although it caused my hands to be trapped between my body and the hardwood floor with caused me great pain. She then took the sole of her boot and pushed it down hard against my bruised mouth and told me to get to licking. I stuck out my tongue but could not make much headway as the pressure of her boot was keeping my mouth from moving.
"You are not even any good at the one thing that you said you enjoyed. You cannot even lick my boots worth a damn. Here just hold your tongue out and I will help you." And with that she roughly pulled the dry sole of her boot across my tongue. This caused it to stretch out from my mouth and I thought it would tear from its' anchor at the back of my mouth. She then put a little more pressure onto my tongue and began to grind her foot from side to side. I couldn't scream because my tongue was pinned under her boot but I would have otherwise.
"That is enough for now. I am bored with this activity. And besides, there are so many other wonderful things for you to experience tonight. I do want you to know, however, that there was a little accident in the ladies room earlier tonight. One of the toilets overflowed and the sole that you just licked got quite soiled with the filth. So not only did you get some of that in your mouth but that open sore on your lip probably got infected as well."
I had no comment for that and so I just kept quiet and waited for whatever would occur next.
"As much as I like to have you at my feet, that position does not afford you the best view for the next segment of the show. So if you would not mind see if you can pull your hands down below your hips and pull your legs out so that you can move your hands in front of you body. I guess I could just unlock your cuffs but what fun would that be?"
With a little effort I found that it was fairly a simple maneuver to accomplish what she requested. She then instructed me to stand up and place the chain of my cuffs over the dangling hook. The with a wave of her hand upward the hook began to rise until i was stretched with my arms above me and just the tips of my toes on the hard wood floor.
"Now I seem to recall that you had expressed the desire to whip a woman or to be whipped by one. If you would keep your eyes on the screen to your left please. I think you will be very pleased with what you are going to witness." Because of the way my body was hung, it was a fairly easy task to be able to rotate in any direction that I wished. And so I tiptoed around until I was directly in line with the screen she was talking about. When I had settled into that position, I saw the screen begin to rise and slowly ever so slowly the naked body of a young woman came into view. Like me, she was suspended from the ceiling, although a leather harness supported he body so that not so much of her weight was on her arms and legs.
She had a leather mask covering her face but there was something vaguely familiar about her. I reached into the depths of my memory to try and drag out what my eyes were not revealing, but I could not quite grasp who it might be.
As Darla walked towards the bound, helpless woman, I noticed that she carried a riding crop in her hand and was gently tapping it against the side of her skirt as she walked. When she was right next to her victim, for surely that was what this helpless waif must be, she began gently running the whip slowly against the bare skin of her buttocks. I could hear a small gasp coming from the bound girl's lips but I was unsure if it was because of fear or anticipation.
"Now, worm, you had said you would like to whip a woman. Well, unfortunately we cannot allow you to be untied so all you can do is witness the rise and fall of the whip. But we did want you to feel a little of what this young lass is going through and so we found a way to make your harness respond to loud noises. The louder the noise the higher the voltage that will be dispensed. So the sound of the whip striking flesh may cause you some discomfort, if our toy here should feel the need to scream, then I imagine your harness will cause you considerable pain. So then shall we get started? Oh I almost forgot. I am sure you would like to know the identity of the person that is here because of you tonight."
With that she stepped up and unbuckled the leather mask and pulled it from the woman's head. And as the golden blonde tresses fell to the shoulders of the woman in front of me, I recognized the face of my younger sister, Andrea.
"God, no!" I screamed. "You cannot do this to her. Whip me instead. Please I am begging you, let her go."
"Why you pathetic little hypocrite. You said you would like to whip a woman and so we thought you should get a chance to see what that entails. After all any other woman we chose would have been somebody's wife, daughter, mother or sister. Why should it not be someone that you love?"
And with that she raised the whip and brought it down with all her force onto the right buttock of my sister. As the whip landed with a dull whap, I felt a slight discharge of electricity into my body but when Andrea screamed at the top of her lungs I felt the most intense pain I had ever had to endure before. Again the whip was raised over Darla's head and again it was brought down only this time on the left buttock. I did not even have time to feel the small pain before the large one threatened to burn my insides into ashes.
Darla looked at me with a huge smile on her face and asked, "How do you like it so far? Is it living up to your greatest expectations?"
"You cruel heartless bitch," I screamed. "I am going to kill you when I get loose from here."
"And just why do you think you are ever going to get loose? Once I am finished with your pretty little sister, I may just decide to use the whip on you. It will be interesting to see which is worse, the pain of the whip or the pain of the electricity that you cause by your screams. But that last jolt to your balls almost caused you to pass out and I do not want that to happen until I have finished with Andrea so I am going to turn off the voltage to your harness. That way you can just hang there and enjoy the show."
With that she walked over to me and reached down and disconnected the box from my harness. "There now you can really enjoy the show."
She returned to my helpless sister and inspected the damage that her whip had done so far. "Wow, you are going to have some nice bruises there if you are still alive when I finish with you. I have been told that whipping a woman on her buttocks actually can be pleasurable. Is that the case my pet?" When she did not receive and answer she decided to inspect for herself.
She then reached between my sisters legs and began running her fingers up and down her slit. "My, my," she exclaimed. "You are enjoying this." And she pulled her fingers out and held them up towards me. Even from this distance I could see them glisten with moisture and I knew that the whip had indeed caused my sister to become excited.
"Well, we certainly cannot have you getting all wet and dripping. So I am going to concentrate my strokes somewhere other than you pretty little ass. I hear the tops of the legs can be excruciatingly painful when whipped."
She then brought the whip down again with force but this time just below Andrea's buttocks. Andrea not only screamed this time but also threw her entire body away from the blow. Because of that, her feet came off the floor and she began to swing back and forth. Before she could come to rest the whip again struck. This time the target was an inch or so lower than the one previous. The scream had barely left her mouth when the whip struck again, just a little lower yet.
I was begging and pleading and the tears were running down my face. But none of my pleas were answered. It was not until Andrea slumped fully into her harness that Darla set the whip aside.
"That was so much fun. I so love all the endorphins that a little whipping action brings out. I am so disappointed though that you did not enjoy it more. I was sure that your small excuse for a cock would have gotten hard watching your sister abused that way.
Perhaps the next act will bring out a better reaction."
She approached me and removed the leather harness from my cock and balls but left the metal ring and the butt plug attached. She then produced a smaller ring and put it over my flaccid fore-skinned penis. Grabbing my shaft she began working the hard metal ring down until it nestled solidly against the base of my cock. "Now if we only had someway of getting you hard. I know perhaps you would like to lick my boots for real. Would that get you excited, worm? Just imagine the smell of the leather or how your tongue would feel snaking across all that dirt and grime. Imagine where those boots have walked today and all the other days since they were new." And pulling on a pair of leather gloves she reached down and gave my awakening penis a gentle squeeze. "Yes I can see that idea does excite you. All that wonderful blood is beginning to seep into your tube, but the ring is going to keep it from flowing back out."
And she was right. I was experiencing the beginning of an erection and I knew that from past experience there was no way that I would return to a flaccid state until someone decided to remove the smaller ring. And already I was beginning to experience some discomfort as my cock grew bigger and bigger.
"Oh, that is so lovely. What a nice shade of purple you are turning. I imagine shortly that it will turn black and then what? Do you think the blood will begin to clot in there and maybe you will have that woody until it finally falls off? And now are you ready for the next act?"
"I have no idea why you are doing this but please just end this now before someone dies. My sister needs medical attention. Do what you will with me but let her go, please."
"Oh, your sister is fine. We administered a little ammonia under her nose and she came right around. In fact she is so well that we are going to use her in this segment as well. Keep your eyes on the screen."
And once again the screen started to rise, but this time I did not see Andrea's legs but instead the base of some kind of padded bench. When the screen had reached where Andrea's hips would have been before I saw that she was there but this time strapped down to the bench face up and her legs spread and secured to a pole that ran between her ankles. Her hips were just off the end of the bench but because the spreader bar was suspended from the ceiling she did not drop below the padding. And then a very large naked man stepped into view. He was obviously excited as his giant member stood straight up away from his body. It was so long that if he bent his head only slightly downward he would be able to give himself fallatio. It was also so thick that I was sure it could not possible enter any normal woman's vagina no less my small innocent sisters.
I wanted to yell and scream but by now I realized that it would be pointless to do so. So I just closed my eyes and tried to avoid what I knew was inevitability. And then I heard Darla say, "Open your eyes damn you and watch what is going to happen. If you try to avoid it I swear I will make this much harder on Andrea. And it is obvious from your condition that you find it to be exciting in any regard. Andrea, look at the screen over your head and notice how much your big brother really hates this."
And then my eyes were drawn to the huge screen that was hung above the bench where my sister was tied. And of course you guessed it the main attraction was my fully erect black penis. I could have explained that it was not because of her situation but it would have fallen on deaf ears at that juncture.
And then with a shaky voice, Andrea spoke. "I did not believe it when these people told me what a perverted man you had become. But, now I can see for myself. What a magnificent hard on you have achieved and all because someone is about to rape me. I suppose when this is over you will write a book about how excited you got watching a giant pole being rammed into my cunt."
"Andrea, please believe me this has nothing to do with you. I can't lose my erection because the blood is trapped in my shaft by two metal rings that are cutting off the blood flow."
"Phillip, shut the fuck up. Nobody here is ready to believe your lies. You might just as well enjoy the show. Do you think he will tear me asunder with that huge cock of his?"
The man then stepped up between her legs and began rubbing the tip of his gigantic cock up and down her slit. Even though I am sure she hated what was happening to her I could hear a gentle moan escape her lips when it brushed against her clit. And then something absolutely terrifying happened. I actually began to be stimulated by the sight and my already engorged cock strained even harder against the ring holding the blood in. What Andrea said really was true. I was excited by the fact that she was about to be impaled by something much larger than had ever been inside her before.
While that thought was still burning a hole in my conscience he began to place the head of his cock against her vaginal opening and began to push with his hips. Because I was directly behind him my view was blocked somewhat but then I changed my vantage point to the screen above the action. I was actually pleased to note that the camera angle was perfect to allow me to see every inch of that magnificent tool. He had only managed to insert the head and already I could see that she was being stretched much farther than anyone should be able to endure. But she was not screaming out in pain but rather the microphone was clearly picking up the sounds of coming passion. Inch by what must have been painful inch he forced himself inside of my sister. When he was only about a fourth of the way to his goal he stopped and allowed himself to recover. Apparently the tightness of that pussy was causing so much friction against his sensitive member that he was in danger of discharging his load.
And then he started again. I watched from the back as those powerful muscles in his buttocks clenched and shoved and then I watched from above to see the progress his cock was making. He was now half way there and still she did not cry out. And then I heard her voice, "Please, dear lord, I can't take anymore. You are going to split me wide open."
And then Darla spoke, "Don't listen to the slut, fuck her. Shove that rod of yours all the way to the hilt. She will stretch a mile before she tears an inch."
And he clenched his ass and pushed with all his might. I watched on the overhead screen as he started steadily sliding towards her pubic hairs and then he was all the way inside. He stopped fully imbedded and let out a sign of contentment. "God, she is tight." And then he pulled almost all the way out and drove in one motion back in. I saw her hips rise up and I did not know if that was to give her some relief or if she was trying to draw him even deeper inside of her. Again he withdrew and this time held himself quiet with just his head still inside and then again drove his cock to the hilt.
"Oh, dear God, fuck me," Andrea begged. "I have never felt anything like this in my life. Drive that magnificent piece of meat in deeper."
And he obliged. He picked up the pace and I could see her hips matching his rhythm. And with each stroke I could hear her moan and beg for more. It seemed like hours passed as I watched him piston in and out before, I saw his ass clench and he drove deep and held it as spasm after spasm passed through his body. And then finally he withdrew completely walked around to her head and placed his dripping wet cock to her lips. I was stunned when she willingly opened her mouth and took as much of him in as possible. She sucked for only a little while when he pulled out and wiped his cock with her hair and then walked off the stage.
Only then did I return my attention to my own problem. I had been trapped in those rings for so long that I felt like my cock was an ice cycle. And then I heard a familiar voice call out from somewhere back stage. "Darla, let him down and put him on the bench."
And as she obeyed and was leading me towards the bench, I saw my ex-wife emerge and head my way. "My, Phillip," she said. "I don't believe that I have ever seen your wienie that engorged. I do think this may be the first time that I ever might be able to use that thing and actually orgasm. Lie down like a good little boy and let Darla fasten you in. This may well be the ride of your life."
I did not even argue. I gladly got up on that bench and lay down face up. I did not however leave my ass hanging over the edge. It was a good thing too, as my ex-wife climbed on top of me and unceremoniously lowered her dripping cunt onto my frozen shaft. "God, that feels so good." she said as she fully impaled herself on it. "I wish I had know about this sooner. Maybe, I would have kept you around for an occasional fuck when Donald was out of town." And then she began to grind her hips from side to side more than up and down. And while the heat of her body should have been warming me up, the friction against my painfully stretched skin was an agony that no one would ever associate with the act of fucking.
She rode me like a bucking bronco for the longest time. She had no reason to worry about me ejaculating as nothing could escape the confinement of those rings. As she got more and more pleasure, I got more and more pain. And I could see from the look in her eyes she knew how much she was hurting me and she was enjoying every second of it.
When she was finally done, she rose off of my cock and repositioned her hips above my face. And then she reached down and spread her cunt lips and slowly lowered herself to my mouth. "It is too bad that you could not orgasm as it would have been more pleasurable to have you eat your own cum. But never the less I am sure you can give me one more orgasm before we are through." And she began to grind her wet slit against my mouth. And despite my better judgment, I stuck out my tongue and allowed her to ride it to orgasm.
When she was through, I thought they would just let me lay there until my cock petrified and fell off. But that was not to be. Darla approached me and with her still gloved hand reached out and grasped the small ring that encircled my cock. With a not so gentle tug she managed to get it moving towards the tip and it soon slid all the way off. What should have been a huge relief actually was a cause for more pain. As the blood started to flow anew all of my nerve endings came back to life. Darla then removed my restraints and allowed me to get to my feet. I was so light headed at that point that I thought I might pass out and had to reach out and steady myself against the bench.
"Ok, you have been such a great sport that you can now have a little reward. Come on over and get on your knees in front of the sofa. I am going to let you finish licking my boots and you can spend as much time at it as you like." I settled down on my knees and willingly lowered my head towards her boots only to feel her hand grip me under the chin and pull my head away. "I said you could lick my boots but there is something I want you to do first."
"Anything you want," Mistress Darla.
"Good boy. Now I want you to jack off and spurt all that spent up cum onto my boots and then you can lick them clean. I am sure that your wife and sister will enjoy the show."
That may have been the single most embarrassing thing I had ever done but I followed her instructions to the letter. And after all of the pent of sexual tension I had went through I spurted a lot of cum. She instructed me to rub it all over the uppers of her boots and then to make sure I got every bit with my tongue.
I both hated and loved every stroke of my tongue on her boots. I even lovingly cleaned the filthy soles of her boots and then thanked her for the privilege.
When I was finally through and asked for permission to rise I heard a loud round of applause from somewhere off stage. And then my sister, my mother, my ex-wife and
Angela Hayward emerged from the shadows. They were all high fiving each other and laughing and clapping there hands.
Andrea was the first to reach me. She pulled me into her arms and gave me a big hug. "Well big brother did you enjoy this day as much as we did?"
"You mean you were in on this whole thing?" I asked.
"In on it," she laughed. "I orchestrated it. Do you not even realize what day this is?"
I tried to think but it was not coming to me and then the light bulb went on. " Do you mean?" I started only to be interrupted.
And then they all shouted in unison "Happy Birthday, Phillip."
The End.
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Love Me Love My Horse
Our marriage had been going south for quite a long time. There just did not seem to be any fire left and my wife had mentioned she was thinking of getting a divorce. I of course tried to reason with her and even suggested that we try counseling.
The first session went all right I guess. She just tried to get us to confide some basic information about what we thought was wrong with our marriage. I really could not come up with much except to say that I thought we had gotten a little stale.
"What do you mean, by stale?" Dr. Rogers asked.
"I don't know, there just seems to be some excitement missing in our lives. Nothing is new or different. It is kind of like eating the same meal every day for years. It just gets old."
"And how do you feel about that Norma?" the therapist inquired of my wife.
"I have no idea. I have tried to get him to try different things but all he wants to do is stay home and watch sports. I asked him to go for walks with me but he just rolled his eyes. I suggested date nights. You know where we would go out separately but then he comes along and picks me up later and we go home perhaps horny. I would like some excitement in my life but it has become obvious that it will not be with him."
We went through the hour session which cost us $200 and accomplished virtually nothing. When we got home my wife announced that she was going to bed by herself and I could either sleep in the guest room or on the sofa and she could care less which. I spent a restless night on the guest bed not because it was uncomfortable but because I could not get the hurt expression on my wife's face out of my mind. I knew that we had reached an impasse and a marriage that had begun 14 years ago would soon end.
The next night I came home from work and found most of my clothes boxed up and set outside the front door. I tried my keys in the lock but they would not turn. I knocked on the door but Norma either was not home or was not in the mood to answer. So I did what any red blooded male would do in a similar position, I put the boxes in the car and went to find a hotel room for the night.
We were not hurting for money. I was a successful sales manager and Norma worked for a law firm as a clerk. Early on in our marriage we had opened separate accounts and so I was not worried that Norma might empty all our savings out of spite.
After repeated efforts to get in touch with my wife, I finally gave up and found a little apartment not too far from my office. I sent Norma a text message letting her know where I would be living in case she needed me for something but I did not hear back from her. I guess she was far more fed up than I had believed.
Then one day I did receive a text from her. She had filed for separation and she wanted me to meet her in her office to sign the papers so we could start to get on with our separate lives. And so we made arrangements to meet.
It had been three weeks since I had seen her. I did not know what to expect. The last time she had looked so stressed out with wrinkles starting to form on what was once a beautiful face. And so I was surprised when I walked in and found her sitting behind her desk with a big smile on her face. She stood up and I admired the way she looked. She wore a peach satin blouse that was very conservative but cut to show some of her ample bosom. Her black skirt came just below her knees and she wore pumps with about 3 inch heels. Everything about her including her hair style was conservative and business like.
She asked me to sit down across from her and handed me some papers. They were not a petition for divorce but rather a petition for separation. They allowed each of access to joint funds and property but gave Norma use of the house until such time as we decided to finalize the dissolution of our marriage.
I asked her if she was sure that this was what she wanted and she assured me that it was. She had already began to move on with her life. She had met new friends and formed new hobbies not the least of which was horseback riding. I looked at her with total incredulity. She had always been adamantly opposed to us even owning a small dog or cat saying they were too much trouble to take care of. And now she was actually into horses.
I wished her well, shook her hand and left. I did not hear from her for several more weeks. I thought about trying my hand at dating again but I just could not bring myself to put out that kind of effort. I was getting sexually frustrated however and I considered going to one of the on-line dating sites. I got as far as entering a chat room but I just did not have the dating skills it takes to navigate that process.
And then one Saturday morning I heard a knock on the front door of my apartment. I was not expecting any company so I cautiously looked through the peephole in the door. What I saw was a total shock but a pleasant one. For there was Norma all dressed in her riding clothes and tapping a crop against her tall black boots. I threw the door open and waved her in. She brushed past me with a huge smile on her face. I spent quite some time looking her up and down. God she was sexy in that outfit. I felt my cock growing in my pants and I hoped she did not notice how excited I was to see her.
Finally I got my self under control and I asked her what I owed the honor of her visit too. She licked her lower lip causing me even more discomfort in my groin. "Well, I thought I would stop by for a quickie." She replied. And then she looked directly at the rising tent in my pants and smiled. "I see that you still have some life left in you. Are you going to fuck me or not?"
I had never heard her use such language but it was a pleasant change. I asked her if she was sure this was what she wanted and she got a stern look on her face. "For Christ's sakes, Jason. Do you have to analyze everything to death? If you want to fuck get out of your clothes and take me to the bedroom.
Well, I did not have to be told twice. I quickly stripped off my shirt and pants and stood before here totally naked. And then I waved my arms for her to follow me as I led her to my bedroom. I was glad that I had taken the time to pick up my dirty clothes and that the room was somewhat in order. "Now it is your turn to disrobe." I said with a grin.
She looked around and then sat on the edge of the bed. "If you want what I am offering you will do the work of undressing me."
I was somewhat surprised with the power in her voice when she said that. It was almost as if she had decided to take complete control over this interaction. I went to her and pulled her blouse out of the top of her pants and then began unbuttoning it. I took my time revealing a little of her beautiful body at a time. When I finally had the blouse undone I slid it off of her shoulders. I bent my head and nuzzled her neck and began to lick downwards towards the top of her globes that were still incased in her bra. She arched her neck to give me better access and then allowed a low moan to escape her lips.
I reached behind her and quickly undid the clasp of her bra and pulled it away from her body. Her nipples were rock hard and standing proudly away from her body. I spent a long time ministering to them with my lips and teeth and she was moaning and begging me to hurry and finish undressing her so that she could feel my cock between her legs.
I reached down and undid the button to her tight pants. But with her sitting on the bed and the fact that they pants were tucked into the top of her boots, I could not get them off. I mentioned that fact to her and she grabbed me by the shoulders and began pushing downward. "Get down on your knees and take off my boots."
I had never heard her give me an order like that before but if anything it made me want her all the more. It was so exciting to be under the control of such a powerful woman. I sunk to my knees and began tugging at her right boot. I noticed that it was somewhat slippery around the heel and it was somewhat difficult to hold onto, but with effort I finally felt it slide off of her foot. I reached for the left boot only to have her suddenly lift it up and swipe the toe across my lips. I reached up to wipe my lips but she brought the riding crop down across the top of my arm.
"Don't you dare touch your lips. If I had not wanted you to taste my boot I would not have put it where I did. Now take it off and be quick about it. I finished stripping her boot from her foot, removed her socks and then lowered her pants to the floor. She offered me her bare foot and I gladly kissed it. And then I took the other foot into my hands and drew that to my lips as well. I kissed my way up to the triangle between her legs and was shocked to see that she had shaved her cunt and that it was as bare and smooth as a baby's bottom.
I breathed in her aroma and it seemed that it was a stronger mustier odor than usual, but truthfully it had been so long since I had been in the position that I could not be sure. She spread her legs wide and allowed her upper body to recline onto the bed. She reached out and grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth to her now very moist slit.
"Get you tongue to work Jason. If you ever want to put your little wiener into me you will give me at least two orgasms with your tongue first." And she began grinding her cunt against my lips. I had never been more humiliated or more excited in my life and I readily obeyed. I began lapping her juices into my mouth making sure that my tongue hit her sensitive clit with every pass. And when I felt her hips start to tighten warning me of her impending orgasm, I shoved the tip of my nose solidly against her clit and began rubbing it hard. I heard her scream and then she began bucking her hips. She was pulling me so hard against her that I thought for a moment that she might smother me. But then she relaxed and allowed my head to come free.
I backed up a little and looked up to her face. She had a dreamy look that said she was completely sated and I was not sure if she had meant what she said about two orgasms. But then she returned my stare and announced, "That was one, you still owe me one. I suggest you get busy."
It took me a long time to get her ready for her second orgasm. I began by massaging her feet using my saliva for moisture. I then worked my way up massaging her calves, the back of her knees and then her thigh muscles. I told her to flip over and spent a long time relaxing her back and neck muscles. When she turned back over and I got to her breasts I could see that the ministrations were working for her nipple were again hard and pointed.
When I could sense she was again ready, I lowered myself down between her thighs and began to slowly lick everywhere but her sex. In a matter of minutes she was bucking her hips trying to gain some contact between my tongue and her slit. And only when she was moaning and begging did I finally give in and began lapping at her juices.
I was soon rewarded by the sounds and movements of Norma's second orgasm. I thought back during our married life and tried to recall if I had even managed to give her more than one. Perhaps once or twice she had obtained two, but I was positive that she never had reached three. And I was so hard and on edge that I was afraid that if I even touched the head of my cock to her slit that I would spew my sperm immediately.
When Norma was completely quiet and I knew she had milked every minor contraction from inside her cunt, I allowed myself to rise from my knees. My mouth was surprisingly dry. It did not make sense to me as I knew I had ingested a lot of her fluids. I asked her if she would like something to drink. I had perked a fresh pot of coffee and we decided to go into the kitchen and have a cup before continuing with our exercise.
Norma made no attempt to cover her body and I followed suit. We made our way hand in hand to the kitchen totally naked. It was something that we had never done in 24 years of marriage but it seemed so normal and so right on that Saturday morning.
By the time I had poured the coffee and sat down across from her at the table I was starting to lose my erection. I was dying to know what had caused this drastic change in my wife so after taking a sip of coffee I asked her.
"Norma, that was the most excited I think I have ever seen you. I am dying to know what caused this change."
"It is the horseback riding. You cannot imagine how exciting it is to have such a strong animal between your legs. To be in control of over 1000 pounds of muscle and power is like an aphrodisiac."
"Well, it felt to me that I was between the legs of a powerful animal. You were so in control and I just wanted to so much to please you. It would not even matter to me if you did not reciprocate. I am so very happy right now."
"Oh, Jason, I promised you that you could fuck me and I always keep my promises. If you have finished with your coffee let's head back into the bedroom."
Well, I was not going to turn down that invitation. When she stood up, I went to her lifted her into my arms and carried her back to the bed. I started to climb up next to her but she held out her hand and stopped me. "Bring me my purse," she demanded.
I did as she asked and watched as she removed a small metal ring from one of the pockets. She told me to lie on my back and she grabbed my semi-hard cock and began forcing the ring over the head. By the time she had it nestled against my pubic hair I was rock had and I could feel the metal biting into my sensitive flesh. I looked down and could see that my cock was turning to a dark purple color and I was beginning to become frightened that it would be damaged. I started to reach for it only to have Norma shove my hand aside. She reached down and took it between her fingers and began to slowly slide then up and down the shaft. That only made me harder and I could feel my cock becoming cold.
Only when she was satisfied that not another drop of blood could be trapped inside my tube did she climb atop me and straddle me. She reached down and positioned my cock head against her slit and with one move dropped herself onto me and buried my cock all the way to the hilt. I had never experienced anything quite like the feeling it gave me. On one hand there was intense pleasure as my wife's heat mingled with the cold of my own flesh. But on the other hand there was pain as my cock became more and more sensitive and even the wet slippery flesh of her cunt muscles caused me pain.
She looked down on me and I could tell from her expression that she was enjoying making me feel this way. She ground her body against my pelvis and the bone on bone must have hurt her as much as it did me but it seemed to drive her to even greater efforts. At some point I desperately wanted release but that ring would not allow it. I would get just to the point of release and then I would come up short. And all the time Norma kept grinding harder and harder. Only when she had experienced two more violent orgasms did she lift herself off of me. She grabbed the ring and pulled as hard as she could and finally it popped off of my cock. And then a fresh round of pain hit me as the circulation returned. Norma quickly repositioned herself over my hips and reinserted my cock into her tunnel. It did not take long for me to feel a massive eruption take place and I squirted jet after jet of white hot cum into her. Nothing had ever felt as good to me in my life. All the pain and frustration was definitely worth it as all the tension of the past months drained from my body.
I reached up and tried to bring her body down to lie beside me. I wanted desperately to hold her and to smother her mouth with kisses. But she would have none of that. "You are not done yet, lover." She stated. And then rising up she positioned her hips over my lips and lowered herself down. "You made a mess inside me, now clean it out." She demanded.
I had never tasted cum in my life and I was not sure I wanted to start now. But Norma gave me no choice. I could not even discuss the matter with her because her entire weight was lowered onto my mouth and nose. I had no choice but to allow my tongue to make contact with her slit. Only when I had done that did she rise up enough for me to breathe through my nose. And then I felt a thick liquid begin to slide from her body and into my mouth. The taste was awful and I could not believe that there were actually people who enjoyed eating the stuff. I tried to move my head to the side but then I felt a sharp hard pain and I head the crack of leather making contact with flesh. And I knew the leather was the crop that Norma had brought with her and the flesh was mine.
"If you don't want more of that you had better get that tongue working. I want you to clean every drop of your cum out of my cunt and swallow it." And she gave me another stroke of the crop just for good measure.
When she was satisfied that I had done a good job and that I had ingested what I had deposited she raised up and allowed me to rise. She still did not allow my lips close to hers however. She reached down and patted my face and told me how much she had enjoyed our little playtime. She picked up her bra and began to fasten it in place. She soon had her blouse and pants on as well.
"Jason, get down on your knees and put my socks and boots on for me." It was not a request it was an order and at that moment I would have done anything she told me to do.
I settled to my knees picked up one of her socks and made sure it was straightened and the heel was properly positioned and put it on her foot. "Didn't you forget something?" she asked.
I did not understand what I could have forgotten until she took her other foot and shoved it against my mouth. "Take the sock back off and kiss my foot properly before you put it back on. And just so you know your place you can suck on each one of my toes as well."
I did as she told me and made a thorough effort to not miss a spot on either foot with my lips and tongue. And although I had just ejaculated a huge amount of sperm my cock started to rise again. Finally I figured she was satisfied with my foot worship and I returned her socks to her feet. I then helped her on with her boots and then I decided to show her one more act of servitude and I kissed the toe of each boot. I heard her sigh and I looked up to see that her face was beaming with pleasure. "I really liked what you just did, but I want you to get an even better taste. Lick the toe of each boot clean."
I did as she demanded even though the taste was truly awful. When I was satisfied that my tongue had covered all the leather of each toe I lifted back up. Norma demanded that I stick out my tongue. She pulled a small mirror from her purse and held it in front of my face so I could see as well. My tongue was black and covered with dirt. "Clean it off on your upper teeth and then swallow."
I had never felt more humiliated in my life. "Get used to the taste." She said with a smile. "Every time you get to fuck me from now on will mean you pay with a little more of the filth from my boots in your stomach."
Her statement called for no answer. I just had to decide whether or not the best sex I ever had was worth the price.
As Norma walked to the front door she turned and looked at me. "Jason was this the best sex you ever had?"
"Yes but the most humiliating as well. I still love you and I wish there was some way we could work out our differences."
I will tell you what. Come riding with me tomorrow. Let's see how much we really have in common."
Somehow I knew that I was at a crossroads of my life. If I did not make an effort to really please Norma at this point we would go our separate ways. And I knew that Norma would not be knocking on my door again.
"I haven't ridden a horse since I was a kid on the farm, but I am willing to give it a go. Where do you want me to meet you and at what time?"
"I will pick you up at 6 a.m. Don't bother to eat, we will get something on the way. If you don't have a pair of boots with a heel you might want to get some. The heel keeps your foot from sliding through the stirrup. It is not safe to get your foot hung up."
And she walked out of the door without another word.
I had been a wannabe cowboy in my younger days and so I actually had an old pair of boots that I dug out of the back of the closet. I slipped them on my feet just to make sure they still fit and was satisfied that they would be sufficient for the task. I spent the rest of the day cleaning up around the apartment but no matter what mundane task I was doing I could not get the huge grin off my face. And even the taste of boot and cum could not detract from the feeling of happiness.
The next morning at precisely 6 a.m. my doorbell rang. I opened the door and Norma stepped through. She was dressed similarly to the way she was the day before but her clothes were crisp and clean. Only her boots were still unpolished. She caught me staring at them and immediately told me to get on my knees. "Greet me the way I deserve." She ordered.
I knew exactly what she wanted and sank to my knees and kissed each of her boots. And without being told I began to lick the toes. Finally she ordered me to my feet. "That is enough for now. But on the way back we will stop at a boot store and you can buy be another pair. That way I can leave my dirty ones with you to clean and polish and still have a fresh pair to wear. Is that all right with you?"
"Whatever you say mistress." I said with a smile.
I was surprised to see that she had traded in her sedan for a pickup truck. It was pure black and had obviously just been washed. As I got in I caught the smell of cigarette smoke and was surprised because I knew that my wife had never smoked in her life. I thought about asking her but thought better of starting an inquisition when we had just got back into speaking terms. We drove for about 20 minutes heading out of the city when she pulled into a country diner. As we took our seats in a booth that was open the waitress came over and called Norma by name and then asked if she wanted the usual. Norma smiled and told her yes and to bring the same thing for me. But she did not bother to introduce me nor did the woman ask for an introduction.
We passed the time while we waited for our food with small talk about how her job was going and how mine was progressing. It seemed we have both made the adjustment to our separations and that we were still doing ok work wise. I wanted to ask her about her social life but then realized that perhaps I did not want to hear the answers. Did I really want to find out that she was seeing someone else? Perhaps the fantastic sex we had the day before might have been precipitated by her fantasizing that she was with another man. I did not think my ego could take that.
The food arrived and apparently we were both hungry as we ate in relative silence. When we had finished and the waitress had left the bill in the middle of the table Norma picked it up, glanced at it and handed it to me. "Don't forget to leave a nice tip. I don't want them to think I picked up a miser. All my men are good tippers."
I did not know if I was supposed to reply to that so I took the coward's way out and simply took the bill up to the counter and paid. I made sure I added 25% before paying with my credit card.
Another 10 minutes of driving and we pulled into a long dirt driveway leading between some huge maple trees. On both sides of the drive was bright white painted fences and horses walked free in the paddocks. Everything looked clean and fresh and I knew that the owners took particular care with their property and animals.
She pulled her truck off of the drive and parked it under a tall tree before getting out. As we headed towards what must be the stables an older man came to greet us. He pulled Norma into a hug and called her by name. She then introduced me to him. "Homer, this is Jason. He will be riding with me today. Is there a horse available for him?"
I noticed that she had not introduced me as her husband and I wondered why but was not going to make a scene by asking her.
Homer went into the stables with us following behind. It went directly to one of the stalls and opened the gate. He then led out a small chestnut mare out and handed me the lead. "I don't know how skilled a rider you are but Martha here is about as tame as any horse we have. If you lead her outside and get to know her I will be out in a minute and help you saddle her."
I did as he told me but on the way I looked back over my shoulder to see my wife take him by the hand and snuggle up against him as they continued on their way. I could feel jealousy start to rise up into my throat and had to work very hard not to let it show.
I petted Martha's neck as I waited for Homer and my wife to emerge. When they did Norma was leading a huge black stallion. His hair was the color of a raven and not one inch of him showed any white. Even the tip of his nose was black as were his eyes. I doubt that I had ever seen a saddle horse that exuded power the way he did.
I needed a lot of help in getting the saddle on to Norma but Homer seemed happy enough to help me. I felt a little guilty taking up his time when he probably should have been helping Norma. But as we finished tightening the cinch I noticed that the black was already saddled and ready to go. I could not believe that Norma would have been strong enough to life that heavy saddle that high without help but apparently she had.
She asked if I was ready to give it a go. When I answered in the affirmative Homer held my horses head and waited for me to climb aboard. With some effort I managed to mount the saddle and get comfortable in the seat. By the time I was in the saddle Norma had already mounted her steed and was walking him out of the gate.
I urged Martha by kicking her gently in the side and she picked up her pace to a bone jarring trot. Norma did not seem to be in any hurry and I easily pulled abreast of her. She looked so comfortable on top of that monster. I could not believe that she was the same woman that had told me that we were never having pets.
When we cleared the main fenced area she raised her reins and urged her horse into a gallop. Martha had to run flat out to keep up and even then she fell quickly behind. I followed the best I could but soon lost sight of my wife and her mount. I slowed Martha down to a walk and followed where I believed they had gone. A few minutes later I spotted the big black under a large maple tree. My wife had removed his saddle and was busy brushing his sleek hair with a brush that she must have carried with her.
I rode up and dismounted although falling off would have been more accurate. Norma was laughing loudly watching my plight and I was glad she was enjoying herself so much. She motioned for me to come join her which I did. I tied Martha's reins to a downed log so that she could crop some of the lush grass around her. I then carefully approached Norma and her mount.
"Jason, I want you to meet King. Hold your hand under his nose and let him smell you. I want you two to become good friends."
I did as she requested and when she was satisfied that king had become somewhat acquainted with me she handed me the brush and told me to give him a good brushing starting with his mane and working downward to his chest and front legs. She told me exactly how much time to spend on each area of his body and by the time I had brushed out his tail I noticed that the sun was high in the sky. I figured I was done and went to hand the brush back to Norma but she refused.
"You are not finished yet. You still need to brush his belly. I started at his chest and followed Norma's instructions of how long to spend on each area. When I had reached the area just in front of his sheath, I saw Norma pull something out of her pants, unscrew the top and hold it in front of King's nose. Immediately his sheath started to lengthen and his cock started to extend.
I started to back away but Norma immediately told me to stand my ground. "Isn't it magnificent?" she asked.
"Are you talking about the horse or his cock?" I responded.
"Why both of course. King is clearly the most wonderful horse in the world, but that cock is a thing of beauty. Don't you feel sorry for him?"
"Why in the world would I feel sorry for him? I would be in heaven if I had a cock that big."
"Not if you didn't have anywhere to put it you wouldn't. Oh sure he gets to breed a mare once in a blue moon but he deserves sex much more often than that. Why don't you help him out?"
"Me? What in God's name could I do for him?"
"Well, for starters you can take it in your hands and gently rub him."
"And get my head kicked off? I don't think so."
"I knew it was too good to be true that you would actually do something that would make me happy."
I looked at her and could tell that this was the last chance I would ever get. I tentatively reached under King's belly and as gently as possible hefted his gigantic cock in my hand. I brushed my fingers lightly across the head and felt how soft but spongy it was. As he felt me begin to manipulate it his cock grew even longer. If I had not been holding it I am sure it would have reached the ground.
I looked for further instruction and saw that Norma was rubbing herself through her pants. She noticed me looking at her but did not seem to be embarrassed. "Now take him into your mouth." She told me.
I looked at her like she had two heads. There was no way that huge piece of meat would ever get past my teeth. But I also knew that if I failed to at least try Norma would drop me like a hot potato. So I bent down and opened my mouth as far as I could. I tried to force a little of his head into my mouth and was rewarded by a large stream of pre-cum meeting my tongue.
Norma saw what had happened and cheered me on. "That's it Jason. If you can't get his all the way in then lick the tip." I started to obey and again saw her pull that small vial out of her pocket. She opened the top and held it to King's nose and he became very animated. His cock began to constrict as I ministered to it with my tongue and then shot a huge load of cum all over my face. And then Norma started clapping.
I backed away from the horse and tried to clean up the best I could. But no matter what I did short of a hot shower I was not going to get all of that sticky stuff off of my clothes and my skin. Norma was laughing at my efforts and then walked over and reached up and pulled a dollop of horse cum from behind my ear. She then held her hand up to my lips and ordered me to lick her fingers clean.
As I went to mount my horse for the ride back to the stables I looked down at myself and saw that my shirt and pants were completely covered with white sticky goo. There was no way I was going to show back up in front of Homer looking like this. I had seen a pond on the way to this location and I made a detour in that direction against my wife's objection. I ignored her and rode directly to the pond. I then dismounted, took off my boots and waded into the water. I spent as much time as I could scrubbing the goo from my clothes. I knew that I would have to walk back soaking wet but that was better than the alternative. When I was satisfied that I was a clean as I was going to get, I took off my shirt and pants and rang as much water out of them as possible. I then put them back on and grabbed the reins of my horse and began walking back.
As we approached the stables Homer came out and took one look at me and began laughing. What happened to the tinhorn?" he asked Norma.
"Oh he got some white stuff on his clothes and decided to take a bath before coming back."
I must have turned three shades of red wondering what the old man thought I had gotten on my clothes. I quickly unsaddled my horse and handed the reins to the old man. I started back towards the pickup as Norma talked with Homer. I could hear his laughter and I wondered what she had told him about the mornings exploits. When I got to the truck I found the cab locked, so all I could do was stand and wait for my wife to finish up with her visit.
When she finally did come she pressed the key fob but only once which unlocked just the driver's door. I waited for her to unlock my side but she did not do it. She said, "You are not riding in front with those wet clothes. Climb in the back and find a place to sit. Get a grip on something. It may well be a bumpy ride."
By the time she stopped at the boot store, my clothes were dry from the air flowing around the open bed of the truck. I followed Norma into the establishment and waited patiently for her to pick out a new pair of boots. I was shocked when she demanded that I pay with my credit card and noticed that the total came to over $500. I was beginning to think that sex with my wife was a very expensive proposition.
She dropped me off at my apartment handed me her dirty boots and announced that I should make sure they were clean and highly polished by the time she came to pick them up the following weekend. And then she said, "And you know how I want you to clean them."
As I stood in front of my refrigerator trying to decide what I wanted to fix for my supper, I made up my mind that this new relationship with Norma, while unbelievably exciting just was not worth the pain and humiliation. A while later I picked up my phone and sent her a text message. "Norma, I just cannot do the things you want from me. Yesterday was unbelievable but today was way more than I could tolerate. I am sorry, I will polish your boots this once but after that I am done."
I received no reply so I figured she had accepted my resolution on the matter. But sure enough Saturday morning came and a knock sounded at my door while I was still in dream land. I groggily made my way to the door and tried to get my eyes to focus through the peephole. I vaguely could make out Norma standing on the other side with whip in hand and looking very impatient. Reluctantly I opened the door. Her boots that she had left with me stood off to the side and I picked them up and handed them to her. She simply let them drop at her feet. "Have you already forgot how to greet me, slave?" she asked.
"Norma, I sent you a message telling you that I was done with this playacting. I still love you but I cannot do the things you want me to. So you might as well take your boots and go."
"Before you decide to become a man I would suggest you check your email." The way she said that made chills crawl up my spine and a sick feeling settled into the pit of my stomach.
Without saying anything more to her I walked to the coffee table and opened my laptop. It took a few seconds to rouse itself from the sleep mode it was in and then I typed in my password and open my mail server. Sure enough there was an email from Norma and it had the paperclip showing an attachment had been added.
When I opened the attachment my whole body sagged. I had no idea she had been taking pictures with her phone but there I was as big as life licking the tip of King's cock. And then the coup-de-gras was the shot of my face covered in horse cum. "I can't believe that you took those pictures." I said with a sinking heart.
"Believe it slave. And you better believe that everyone you know including your parents, sister and brother will be receiving a copy unless you do exactly as I tell you. You can start by being honest with me. Did you lick my boots clean before you polished them?"
I knew that I could not lie to her. She would know in a heartbeat and any punishment that I might receive would be tenfold. "No I cleaned them with saddle soap and warm water."
"Well, that will be thirty strokes with the crop for disobeying me. Get you shirt and pants off, we might as well get your punishment out of the way before we go riding."
She pushed me towards the bedroom and told me to lie face down on the bed. "Do I need to restrain you or can you take your punishment like a man?" I did not reply and so she simply brought the crop down solidly across both ass cheeks. The pain was unbelievable and I threw my hands behind me to protect my flesh. The next stroke came down across my fingers and forced me to pull them back out of the way. I tried to get up but she put her knee solidly in the middle of my back and brought another blow down across the top of my legs. No matter what I tried to protect left another target open. By the time she was done I was a bawling mess curled up in the fetal position.
"You were pathetic. I can see that the next time I will have to string you up to the ceiling. It takes far too much effort with you flopping around like a fish. Put your clothes back on and let's get going. And we won't be stopping for breakfast today. King will provide you with all the protein you need."
She produced a large dog collar and fastened it around my neck. She then attached a leash to a ring on the collar and led me from my apartment oblivious to any of my neighbors that might be watching. She did not offer to let me inside the truck but pointed for me to climb in the back and set down.
As we rode I saw her put her cell phone to her ear. From the animated way she was talking I could tell she was enjoying the conversation although I had no way of knowing of what was said or to whom it was spoken.
She again parked the truck just off the drive and came around and told me to get out of the vehicle. King was already out of the stable and was tied to a small eyelet that had been stuck into the ground. And all around him there were lawn chairs that had been positioned for some type of audience. Norma led me to the big horse and fastened the leash to another eyelet in the ground. I was told to get undressed as I would not want a repeat performance of the week before.
Only when I was completely naked did the audience begin filing in and taking seats. "These folks have paid good money for your performance so make sure and give them a good show. She then setup a video camera in a position where all my actions would be captured. I was forced to state my full name and address as the camera started rolling. This time it was Homer that produced the vial. When he opened it and held it under `King's nose. King's cock immediately sprang into view. I knew what was expected of me and so I reached out, picked up that huge piece of meat and began caressing it. I could hear the oohs and aahs from the crowd and then outright applause as I began licking that spongy head. I managed to squeeze it together enough to get just the tip into my mouth and I worked my cheeks in a sucking motion. I wanted to get the horse off as quickly as I could. But it seemed to take a long time before I felt him tense and beginning spewing his load onto my face.
I did not turn away but I tried to keep my mouth tightly closed in an effort to avoid ingesting the cum. I heard the crowd becoming restless and my wife yell. "Open your mouth and eat your breakfast, faggot. Remember I have not only the pictures but this nice tape as well."
I opened my mouth and was surprised that King was still ejaculating. The think white goo shot into my mouth and I almost gagged at the force of it. When he finally had finished and his cock started to retract back into his sheath. I was order to scrape as much cum off my face and put it in my mouth as possible. I had never tasted anything as vile as that horse's cum. I would rather be dead than have to do that again. But having those pictures shown to my family was worse than being dead so I knew if I was ordered to do a repeat performance I would obey.
When she was satisfied that I had consumed as much of King's ejaculate as possible, Norma came over and took my leash. The crowd had started to disburse and so I hoped my torment was over but I was proved to be wrong.
Norma turned to Homer and asked. "How many more crowds do you have scheduled for this weekend?"
"Well originally I was only going to schedule two as I figured King would not be able to perform more than one a day. But then a friend of mine offered me the use of three of her stallions. So I figure we can get three more groups today and four tomorrow. That coupled with the sale of the tapes we should easily be able to clear over one hundred thousand dollars."
"That is wonderful but I think we can get even more by forcing him to lick the boots of the audience clean afterwards. And of course there are always folks that will pay good money to whip someone. Jason I think you are going to have to quit your job. You will be staying here at the horse farm from now on. You are just worth too much as a sex star to be working in sales."
The end.
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The Partnership - by Abadone
I had everything in order and ready for the interview, I knew this job was mine, just this one last interview to prove myself.
(M+/F, reluctant, nc, oral, anal, size,)
The Partnership
OK I have my shortest dress on with my highest heels, just paid out got a top stylist $400 hair do. I know I look a million dollars as the short conservative pinstriped charcoal grey skirt fitted perfect showing off my curves well with a white blouse just tight enough to accentuate my boobs but no strained buttons, along with a tailored charcoal jacket to complete the suit, its the one with the little cherub motif on the label that I loved, it shows all my best assets off nicely while still being a conservative outfit. I want this dam Partnership position so dressing to show my womanly assets off can only help, but I have to say that I have earned this position and I will not allow these male chauvinists white racist bastards get what I have worked hard for over these past two years. This job is mine. I said to myself in the mirror as I checked out my winning smile and blew myself a kiss.
Yes my nerves were getting to me, and my thoughts were more than a bit jangled, ok I have spent the last two weeks meticulously putting my portfolio together and I know it must out-shine all the others as my reputation as a winner in the legal market is up in the top league, I know it is. So why am I worrying about it? I know I am sure to get it, plus I am not going to let these spoiled Harvard white boys beat me to what I deserve.
13.50
OK one last check. All my data is in the portfolio, check. References from my top clients, check. Hair perfect, check. Lipstick shining, check. Boobs up right and tight, check. Booty firm and pouting, check. Stockings straight, no ladders, check. Shoes with high gloss shine, check. No knicker line showing, check. No bra seems showing, check. Ass ring twitching, check.
13:55
OK time to take the walk, god these nerves will get the better of me; I have already passed with the boards approval so it was just this one last interview with Mr Jackson and he was so elusive and rarely seen, but his was the last say on who would sit on the Partners board. Dam my hands are sweating.
13:58
I left the bathroom and walked the long corridor feeling my left heel pulling on the carpet I knew I should have worn the my flats, but the high heels did give my legs that extra length and gave my calves a lovely shape so any advantage has to be a plus. Stopping to do one last straighten of the skirt I took a deep breath and knocked on the door then with sweaty palms gripped the cold brass handle entered Mr Jacksons reception to be greeted by and elderly lady in her mid to late 50s who was very well kept, she greeted me with a warm smile. Hello, you will be Miss Roberts I would assume? Her voice was soft, warm and welcoming setting some of my nerves at ease.
Yes. I replied, offering my hand I am here to see Mr Jackson for a 2.00pm appointment. My heart was fluttering again as she ignored the offered hand leaving me hanging.
Casually she gestured to a deep red leather couch. Please take a seat and wait a moment while I inform Mr Jackson you are here.
I went to take a seat and found I was too nervous, so I just stood there holding tight to my portfolio as she stood straightening her clothes and entered what I presumed to be Mr Robertss room giving me a smile as she passed. I smiled back but her eyes cast past me in an instant. My nerves were starting to jingle so I closed my eyes to refocus on a positive outcome.
She was gone what seemed a long time leaving me to spend the time looking around the room. This was a modern building but this was like a step into the last century with heavy law books in deep oaks bookcases, it even had that musty smell of old books, it reminded me of the countless heavy hours spent researching in libraries.
Finally she emerged walking past me to take her coat from its stand and told me Miss Roberts, once the buzzer sounds you may enter, sorry I have to dash off on an errand and it will quite possibly take me the rest of the day. I wish you the best of luck with your interview. I smiled back and thanked her as she left me alone and thats when the age of the room started to creep in and the silent waiting started to hang I must have wiped my sweating hands a dozen or more time on my hips to try and calm myself.
Impatience started to creep into my thoughts as to what could possibly be wrong, I thought as my stomach was starting to growl, I had skipped lunch being too nervous to eat and now all this waiting around I dont know how much more my nerves could take was possibly not the best of ideas thinking back. I steadied myself as I wanted this job and yes it was about the money its 185K pa now but if I get this position it is 750K pa plus Partnership bonuses and perks. I just wanted this as I had worked what seemed like all my life for this, a lowly girl working hard to come up from the wrong side of the tracks, I deserved it, no I have earned it, reassured myself.
14:35
The shocking sound of the buzzer jolted me out of my revere and with one final check I brushed the nonexistent creases out of my skirt and entered Mr Jacksons room.
Wow this was very odd, it was a very large room but it was almost empty, it had no windows just oak panelling with one couch off to the side and several very large T.V.s around the walls showing the company logo. My main focus was Mr Jackson sat at an empty desk that was a very low solid oak desk, that low in fact I could see below his knees, I had to look again that it was in fact a desk and not a table. Mr Jackson did not even look up from a letter he was reading as I approached him.
I stood waiting patiently until he finally glanced up from his letter and put his hand up. Please would you stand in the triangle until I give you permission to approach?
I looked down at the plush red carpet and turning I eyed myself in the almost wall size mirror; god I looked good; as I stepped backwards into the black triangle that was imbedded in the carpet. This was odd and again my nerves jumped back up on edge as I turned back to face him. I was what, now a good ten foot away from him.
Looking around I could see no other seating just one couch with a small table and one other door that I guessed would lead to his real office, but what the striking feature that got to me was the height of the ceiling with its large array of imbedded lights.
I waited again and then he waved me over. Hello Miss Robbers, please I am sorry for all this delay, just things do come up at the wrong times.
I smiled at him and said it was fine and that I understand that he has a very important job.
He pointed at my portfolio. Is that your rsum?
Yes it is my portfolio; my past three years work with references from clients. Sir I almost curtsied.
He reached out over his large desk. Please may I read?
Yes, yes you can. I felt a bit girlish stammering and shaking as walked over to hand him my portfolio.
He took it then gestured waving the back of his hand saying Please can you stand back in the triangle?
I did not reply I just walked back and stood in the triangle again. This was so strange I thought but turned to face him smiling.
Thank you Miss Roberts, I hope you dont mind if I spend a little time reading this? I was not sure how to read him but it may have been a slight smile he gave me.
No, please feel free to read as thats what its for. Sir I smiled back at him.
I stood as he slowly read it and for fuck sake the guy was reading every word on every page. I was now beginning to think I made the wrong choice in these extra high heels as my feet were killing me.
I took this time to get a good look at him, if he was to stand up I guess he would be about five foot, five, he was round with it and the suit he was wearing did not flatter his figure. He was portly should I say to be polite and looked about fifty, his skin was pale white and his jowls hung down. I watched him looking diligently at my portfolio through them half rimmed glasses and he did look the part of an aged man who had worked hard to get where he was. There was no bling nothing to denote the value he must be worth, he looked what he was just an old grey balding man of books, but if I was him I would flaunt it and lord it over everyone I met. But that was me. Visions of me with bling on my ears and huge gold rings walking around a huge ballroom made me smile.
Still he was reading when the visions faded and my legs were really starting to ache and my feet were sore as hell, I did my best to try and stand still and not to fidget around.
15:13
Finally he broke the hanging silence. Your portfolio is very concise Miss Roberts; I am quite impressed with your work.
I smiled back, Why thank you Mr Jackson.
His tone then changed. I warn you though, you do have stiff competition. Mr Philips has a strong case for this position as also Mr Baldwin is looking very confident.
Philips the long streak of ass-kissing cat piss a man who would not know how to start to look at law case if it had pictures with it. Then Baldwin the most womanising chauvinistic prat in the company, if it wore a skirt he would case it, oh and them god awful cheesy chat up lines of his, the thought of him makes my flesh crawl.
Still I was polite with my answer thinking diplomacy would be my best option. Yes Mr Jackson they are both highly thought of.
He was silent for a while then leaning back on his plush chair he steepled his fingers. So the question is what could you bring to the company that these two fine gentlemen could not?
I had been expecting this question, so I rolled off some of the clients I had worked with and emphasised how it was a womans touch that had got things moving where a masculine approach might have been too forceful and could have possibly lost the cases, I even gave him examples, I started to feel pride in myself and my work and puffed my chest out as my confidence started to come back to me.
He smiled at my reply but it was only with half of his mouth. So you think that bringing a womans assets to the boardroom and this would improve our marketing ability?
Again I was ready for this kind of angle so with confidence I told him that I was the perfect choice to bring a fresh outlook with my high ability to empathize with our clients needs.
His voice was a little stern but seemed a little lighter than before, Yes Miss Roberts you do have the possibility to give the board some of your better assets by the look of what I have seen so far.
So he liked my portfolio, I gave a slight curtsy Why thank you for the compliments Mr Jackson.
His eyebrows knotted as he looked over his glasses at me. But can you take on a big job?
I felt confident I could take any job on.Yes I think I like to believe I could take anything that was put in front of me.
He leaned forward looking me up and down. I personally dont think you have what it takes to handle a large job or multiple clients at once. I dont think you could really handle a hard job Miss Roberts. He emphasized the word really as he looked over his glasses at me.
I felt a bit put out by this, first he was happy with what I have been doing and now he was telling me I was not good enough for a heavy workload. I believe I can handle any job you care to give me. I could feel my anger fuelling my words so tried to not let it affect my voice, but still I wanted to sound confident. Give me something that you think I cannot handle then I will show you what this woman can do and I am sure you will be more than satisfied with the outcome. There it was out in the open so go on old man challenge me I shouted inwardly as I straightened up with shoulders back looking him hard in the face.
Ok Miss Roberts you know that this position means a lot of responsibly and the ability to take each challenge as it comes along and that being at the top there is nowhere to run to for help or advice no matter how bad things are, it all ends up in your lap.
My reply was a little quick and smug I must admit but I am proud of my skills. I believe a womans intuition has proved successful for me so far in my career and I have enough assets to draw on in my past to show I have enough experience to tackle any hard job put before me. I flicked my hair back as I raised my head higher.
He then leaned back rocking slightly. You also know this position comes with perks, large salary with substantial bonuses?
The thought of spending all that cash does make me smile. Yes Mr Jackson. Bling I thought to myself.
You also do realise that you may get jobs you do not like to do and could possibly go against your own principles. Would you still be willing to take them on and give them your best efforts?
What principles I thought, I have dragged myself up from the gutter to be here and now so who gives a shit about principles. I did not say that out loud but did tell him. I am fine with it if it is to benefit the company. Remembering diplomacy is always the best option.
He stated to rock in his chair. So you think you can handle any hard job I can give you and that you would not baulk away from it no matter how you disliked it or how much it went against your principles?
I was confident but I had a feeling he was trying to catch me out. No one can be 100% sure that they can do everything and get it right, but I know for sure I would not back away from it and would give it my best shot and if it is to benefit the company then all has to be for the good, right! The last was a statement not a question.
He slightly cocked his head to one side saying. But not everything that will be asked of you will be for the company, sometimes it will be just for me. Would you still have the same determination and resolve Miss Roberts?
I thought for a moment, is this him saying if he gives me the job I will have to vote for him if the board were to vote different? I thought of the cash, at the end of the day it was a hell of a lot of money and if this guy was to give me that position I think I could afford to vote in his favour until I became established enough in the position to have my own say, so yes I thought. Yes I think I could do you proud if you were to give me a job to do.
He smiled then, yea another pawn on the board for him to play with, I thought.
Ok, you say you dont mind doing a job for me and even if it was to go against your principles no matter how hard it was? He head cocked slightly to the other side as he looked over his half rimmed glasses.
He seemed a little smug with himself with a slight gleam to his eyes. But I dont mind feeding his ego as long as it fills my bank account. Yes My reply was simple.
Again he asked You mentioned you were up for a challenge right now, a hard challenge?
Standing up straight I felt good as it seemed I might be in for getting this position after all. Yes I believe I am ready for a new challenge.
He then leaned forward to rest his chins on his hands to look at me over his fingers. You mentioned you had good assets?
Yes I replied quite confidently puffing my chest out with pride.
He was silent for a while as he looked me up and down weighing me up. Ok then Miss Roberts please remove your clothes and show me your best assets. He said it so nonchalantly you could have knocked me down with a feather. This was it? This is what it comes down too, the old casting couch after all this hard work. Well he can go and fuck himself I would never lower my skills to that level, I was better than that I have proved it time and time again. I have a right mind to report him for, for.
He must have seen the look on my face change as he broke my chain of thought with If you are not comfortable with this or feel able to rise to the challenge you are free to leave.
It was then that it hit me, that deep inset resolve that has got me through the worst parts or my career, he was just one old fat guy after a fuck, I could eat him alive, this is something that Philips and Baldwin could not do for Mr old perv Jackson at the end of the day. So with a few minutes work and after a hot bath I would be a rich woman. I stole my reservations and stashed my self-esteem, OK I could do this.
I straightened myself up standing tall, I slipped my Jacket from my shoulders and let it hit the floor in a heap then looked at him as he sat back again with a quivering smile filling his fat jowly face. I then slowly unbuttoned my blouse taking my time with each button. OK if he wanted this, I wanted him that hot he would cum in seconds and it would be over with. I turned my back to him looking at myself in the mirror and him behind his desk letching at me as I slowly removed my blouse first exposing one shoulder to him and then the other finally letting it slide down my arms to fall to the floor. Unclipping my skirt and lowering my zip I pushed it over my hips with a wiggle then down to the floor bending deep showing him what I thought was my best asset, my ass. I reached behind myself and stroked my ass feeling the soft silk of my yellow knickers under my fingers. Fuck I wanted to get this old fart that horny the cunt has a heart attack for putting me through this. I glanced into the full mirror to see him taking in the shape of my ass.
I turned around giving him a full frontal as I gyrated and stroked my hands over my body. You like what you see Mr Jackson?
He reply was gruff and to the point. I was wondering when you would stop all your strip joint shit and get the fuck naked.
The ungrateful bastard I thought, I never even did this for my boyfriends in the past. So without ceremony I unclipped my bra letting my tits bounce free and just scooped down my knickers so I was almost naked before him. I was about to remove my shoes and stockings when he told me to stop. This is the point where you can leave or commit yourself to the job Miss Jackson. Commit myself what is there to commit too, I wanted this position so this fat perv of a get is not going to stop this street-wise black assed nigger now, so I took a step and finally managed to get out of this accursed triangle.
Naked apart from my shoes and stockings I walked to him taking long steps to get around his low desk, straightening up I threw my shoulder back and took the clip from my hair letting my raven locks bounce around my shoulders, smugly I planted my hands on my hips as I stopped before him. He did not even reach out to touch me just pointed at the floor. Yea, yea I got the message I thought, BJ time I would guess. So I complied and got to my knees, thats when he leaned forward roughly grabbing my head then with thick cubby fingers forced opened my mouth and looked inside like I was some racehorse or something. He was not happy with just pulling my chin down he put his fat chubby fingers into my mouth and pulled my mouth further open and then with two fingers each side pulled my cheeks apart stretching my lips that wide they tingled.
I was confused at this, yes I was a black girl and I have big lips and a big mouth to match, this was starting to feel a little uncomfortable with him forcing my mouth open staring in with those half rimmed glasses. Then he spoke Stick out your tongue Miss Roberts. So with him holding my cheeks open I stuck out my tongue, soon as I had it out as far as I could he started to stroke it with his fingers. I was a bit confused. Then he pushed his fingers to the back of my throat and started to feel around. I did not gag on it as my last boyfriend had loved deep throat and I had managed to find a way to suppress the urge to gag but it was still a bit of a shock. This was maybe just some perv of his to poke around a girls mouth or he was a dentist wanabe, I thought, I was even more confused than anything when he let go and not just pulled but yanked me forward towards his lap by hooking his fingers behind my front teeth.
OK Miss Roberts you will do, now you can get to work on my cock. This was so indignant of him just to think I would just do what he asked, I did it all the same. I pushed his jacket back and with some effort managed to unbutton his pants and then his zipper. He was fat so there was no sign of his cock, I put my hand in and could not get down to it. Must be a really small cock he had as I fumbled and found nothing, giving up I reached for the sides of his pants and then he did finally help me out as he stood up so I could pull them down.
Thats when I got a real eye full. This guy was a freak; he had the fattest cock I have ever seen it just hung between his legs looking totally.... freakish, it did not look long but it was long, it was just that fat it looked short. OK this was going to be uncomfortable, I thought, but took a breath and reached for it with both hands. It was heavy and not hard and felt like some kind of huge water balloon. I know cock so I started to pull him off feeling it slowly fill up and getting even heavier.
Did I say you could touch me with your hands? Get your mouth around it! He was gruff and looking up at him over his fat gut with his dull grey eyes peered down at me.
He was starting to rattle me now I knew he was testing my resolve and how far he could push me until I quit. Well he was in for a surprise as this black girl from the wrong side of the tracks does not know the meaning of quit to some jumped up fat white guy.
I started to lick his freakish cock, leaning down I got my mouth around the tip and tried to take in as much as I could, but like I say it was freakishly fat and could only get my mouth around half of its purple head. I started to tease the large eye with my tongue generally circling it inside my mouth. Mr Jackson started to stroke my hair, there goes my $400 hair do I thought, then as his freakish cock started to grow in my mouth he just took two hands full of my hair and rammed his cock home making me jump with a start totally filling my mouth with the head of his cock. He pushed it harder a second time and I felt my eyes bulge at this huge cock overfilling my mouth, yes I did gag at the size of this thing as it jarred up against my throat. He showed me no care as he just did it again and again bringing water to my eyes. It was not fully hard so with its softness it just squeezed more into my mouth totally filling it. He was relentless as he just kept on thrusting his hips and forcing me to take it holding my head tight by my hair. Soon I started to feel it getting even harder and the hammering into my mouth felt more vicious as it started to get rock hard and this just made the impact on my throat more painful. He kept this up for a long time and my jaw being so wide open began to ache while my lips stretched around this freakishly fat cock started to get really sore and tingling, even my hair was hurting as his trusts got more and more heated as he pulled me hard onto him. I could feel the panic starting to rise making my chest tight and I started to show my pain as I grunted each time he pushed hard into me. Then he seemed to hit another level with his trusts and he was almost pulling my hair out by the roots; involuntary I started to panic scream around his thrusting cock.
He may have been old an portly guy but he was powerful and I was in pure panic mode now as I was even trying to push him off me, but he had my hair in a tight grip and I could not pull free as his cock had my mouth at its mercy. Thats when I started to blame myself for this as I wanted it and even thought it would be easy just to satisfy this fat old man, a lot of ifs went through my head but were just being fucked back out again by this fat cock in my mouth. I just dreaded the thought of him cuming as I would have no way to control it, it would just fill my throat and block my breathing it was really starting to panic me. He was merciless as he grunted and hammered hard into my face. I tried to get up but he just held my head and this position it just opened my throat more and I could feel it hammering that bit deeper, Christ I thought if he did manage to break through to my throat it would surely kill me. I finally went past the point of panic and resolved myself to except what was coming as I got back to my knees, I let him just use my face for his cocks satisfaction.
He went on and on until finally he just threw me off him onto the desk. I just gasped for breath as I felt him lift me up by the arse and push me across the desk. I expected more but he just let me go. I just half knelt there with my arse in the air and my head on the desk gasping. Finally I checked my jaw out with my hands and felt how wet my face was, I did not realise I must have been crying but my face was soaked with tears. I did my best to compose myself and started to move thinking it was somehow over.
I was wrong. You seem to be handling this hard job well Miss Roberts are you ready for the next part?
I was about to reply when I felt his hands pull my arse cheeks apart stretching my ring, then he rammed a fat finger deep onto me. Yes I screamed at the intrusion and yes it hurt like hell, my arse involuntary clamped tight on his invading finger. This just made it worse so I tried to think of Joshua my last boyfriend and how he loved to give it to me in the ass and this relaxed me a bit as I thought of him and not of this fat probing finger violating my ring. He just kept ramming it in and out twisting this way and that way trying to plunge it even deeper. Then a sharp pain shot through my arse and I screamed as he shoved two fingers into me and I tried to move away but he just griped my hair pulling me back. Stay still now Miss Roberts I am just making a little room for my cock. Then he spat between my arse cheeks and I felt it hit and run down to my ring. I knew what was coming as he removed his fingers and the thought of that freakish fat cock being rammed into my gut just freaked me out, animal instinct took over me as I started to struggle to get away as I felt the hot soft end of his meat touch my ring.
I was too slow or he was too quick as he just rammed it against my ring hard. Yes I screamed and fucking screamed loud, it felt like my arse was on fire as he forced the head of his cock into me. NO I could hear myself scream as he thrust again forcing more of that freakish cock into me. My arse was just too small for this thing to fit in me but it did not stop him from forcing me to take it as he pulled my head back and forced it in again. The pain was almost unbearable, my arse burnt like never before, my poor ring must be stretched to the max as I could feel every vain in his cock as he pushed even more into me. I tried to get away from this huge freakish cock but he had me impaled onto it and pulling me back by my hair trying to get even more into me. All I could hear was my own screaming as I griped the end of the desk and took what he was giving me. Then he started to hammer into me, he was ripping my poor arse apart I just knew it as I have never felt this much pain in my life, he forced it deep into my gut and then I felt him slap hard against my arse as he finally got it all in. Thats when it really started as he pumped it deep into me hard and fast. Shit I was screaming my head off I could now feel hot tears rolling down my face as I tried to get away.
My throat was getting sore now and all I could do was sob into the desk as he viciously rammed my arse. That was not enough for him he pulled my head back hard by my hair and started to slap the cheeks of my ass not gently but with violence and hard. I opened my eyes to see myself in the mirror, I was like a rag doll being jerked around and he was looking down at my arse watching his white cock slam into my black ass smiling as his hand came down on my butt cheek time and again. I could feel myself shaking and my head was light with all this hyperventilating I was doing and then add the pain of this freakish cock slamming into me and him slapping my arse I dont think I could take anymore as my eyesight was starting to dim and I could see lights dancing before my eyes, I was sure I was going to pass out any second so I tried to hold out thinking he must finish soon.
Thats when relief hit me as he pulled out, I just kneeled there thankful it was over ,then I felt him push his thumbs into my ass and pull it wide open, I heard him and felt him spit into my ring. He then turned me over so I could see his white pallid sweating face. No I said but I had little fight left in me as he held my legs open and started to push that freakish cock at my poor pussy. I was wet but still it took several thrusts to get his fat head into my pussy. Yes I screamed loud at this intrusion feeling like a virgin all over again as I felt my pussy forced open to take him into me. Then all too soon he was hammering it in, fuck this hurt like hellfire as I felt my pussy slowly rip open and except this fat freakish cock. He did not seem to even care as he just rammed it in harder as I cried shaking my head NO! Then he was all the way in and I was sure it was going to come out of my mouth if not it was surly going to rip me in half as I felt his balls slap against my abused ring. He was literally hammering me into the desk with all his weight behind his fat cock as he gripped my tits and crushed them in his hands. I did not think I could scream anymore but I did as he started to slap my tits sending shockwaves of pain through me. I looked around as there must be something I could use to stop him or someone out there to help me but no there was nothing but the sound of my screams and his heavy grunting all in time with the wet sound of his fat freakish meat slamming into me.
Again I my eyes started to dim as this world of pain started to float away from me, I felt as if I was floating above myself and watching him fuck me and slap me about the face and tits and spit into my face, then I realised I was there and what I was seeing was me from different angles in each and every TV screen around the room, then screens started to change as faces from the board members started to appear. This just made my head swim even more as I watched the lights and faces dance before my eyes. Then it hit me like a tidal wave I orgasmed but never before this shook my body from the core of my pussy to the tips of my fingers and toes and it did not stop, just wave after wave cascaded over me. Even the pain had changed like a switch going it was all just pleasure wave after wave of pleasure, even him slapping me just sent fresh sensation passing through me. Then when he gripped my tits real hard and started to grunt at me as he exploded deep inside me. NO I felt myself scream as he filled me with shot after shot of burning hot cum deep into my gut. Thats when the lights went out and the faces faded, last I remember was his weight coming off me.
I started to come around to the feeling of someone still fucking my pussy and shouting, This dirty black bitch is coming around. I opened my eyes just to see a large set of balls hanging over me and I screamed just to have the scream gagged in my throat as the balls owners just slammed his cock into my mouth and without any ceremony as he forced it deep into me fucking my throat in long deep thrusts. I lost consciousness again to the sound of deep laughter only to be woken by slaps to my face and as I started to come to my senses I felt searing pain in my arse again as someone was fucking it hard and deep and then the burning sensation hit me as I felt them cum deep in me and I screamed with each shot of burning cum that filled me. I looked up as a shadow fell across me, it was Mr Philips holding his erect cock, it was another large long fat cock, but at least this looked in normal proportions I thought. I knew what he was going to do and felt helpless as I could not even try to avoid it feeling so weak. So I just lay there with my mouth open as he pushed it into me and deep down my throat in one easy long movement until his balls rested hard against my nose. Now my sight was blocked as all I could see were these two great hairy balls being pushed hard onto my face as he rammed my throat. I felt the guy who was fucking my arse remove himself only to be replaced by another who dove deep into my pussy with one hard slam it felt huge inside me as the searing pain shot through me again and by the size of it, it could only have been Mr Jackson. I just screamed again or tried too but it was blocked by this cock ramming into my mouth.
There was nothing I could do as I felt them taking it in turns to slap my tits, I felt so weak and helpless I did not even have the energy to move my arms. I was completely at the mercy of these two cocks and there was nothing I could do but cry deep inside. Once again my body betrayed me as waves of pleasure swept over me and the comforting darkness enveloped me again.
I lost count of how many times I woke just to find I was being pounded in my ass or cunt or having my throat filled with cock and cum while I was cramped up or stretched out in different positions. I just remember the pain and the waves of pleasure as I was fucked raw time and time again. I just welcomed the blackness that would envelope me and sometimes I would be in that much pain I would pray for it to come and take me away from it all. But finally the warm comforting darkness won and I remembered no more.
The next thing I knew I was coming around in a hospital, it took me a while to orient myself but as soon as I moved I knew why I was here. I was dreading lifting the blankets, I hurt like hell all over, the lower half of my body was like fire and as I attempted to move my tits screamed at me and my throat felt like I had eaten red hot irons. So laying there I slowly took in my surroundings and that was when I noticed the brown envelope on the small table next to me. It had my name on it, at first I thought it was just my belongings sealed up but it was a bit slim for that so with a little trepidation I reached out to investigate. Inside was a disc entitled Miss Roberts interview, along with it was a headed letter that simply read.
Dear Miss V Roberts.
Pertaining to your interview the 21st August 2011 for the Company Partner position, we would like to inform you that you were unsuccessful at this time. Should another opening arise then please do feel free to re-apply.
Best regards
Mr F. U. Jackson.
Company Partner, Director.
I swore to myself for being such a foolish black stuck up bitch trying to get into a rich white mans world as too them I was just black meat to be fucked with. I stared at the disc with fear and loathing as I knew what would be on it, the evil lecherous fat bastard had recorded it all. I would never be able to go back now and face the shame of it all and thats when the floodgates opened and the tears started to flow and how the nurse later found me.
3 Months later
I smiled to myself as I looked down between my legs at the positive blue line on the pregnancy test I thought of the paternity case and all that lovely cash. Revenge is sweet and this one was about to be served extremely cold.
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Revenge
Disclaimer - This story is a bit fucked up. It contains politics, porn, enormous breasts
and insane levels of stupidity. Don't read it if you are blonde, a member of the religous
right, a redneck, a cop, a cunt, or under 32. In this story, a lot of men get off on
women's breasts growing while their intillect decreases. This is nothing to do with real
life and I know a lot of very brainy-and-chested beauties. This is a story written
because the bigger a woman's breasts are, the less intelligent the men become. Being in
the presence of a superior intellect is embarrasing for men, as most are, like me,
emotionally retarded. Intelligence is a mythical concept anyhow. IQ tests are a bunch
of cock.
Yours - tricitybendix (my mates call me 85, cunts call me 'Phil') Enjoy.
Emma Jarvis was blonde, blue eyed, 18, intelligent and jealous. The reason she was jealous was a girl in
her school, Brenda. Brenda, also, was gifted academically, but was a lot richer than Emma. Emma, being the
school red was dis-favoured by a lot of the boys who found her views violent and crazy. Also, being blonde
& 18 years old, Brenda was able to attract a lot more attraction from the boys at her school than Emma due
to her flashy and outgoing personality. Also, being rich and sophisticated she was able to buy many more
fashionable clothes items than Emma, and carry the appearance off beautifully. Emma recalled that one year
at the school summer ball last year, she had worn a very old white dress. She had attracted some friendly
joshing from her friends, something about her mother's wedding. Brenda on the other hand, was sporting an
outrageously high white micro-skirt. On her top was white fabric that crossed over her midsection and
covered her small, perky breasts. Filling her belly button was a large diamond. Emma had felt terrible,
walked straight to the bar and ordered herself a vodka, where she was consoled by the author.
If there was one thing though that Emma hated about Brenda, it was the fact that she was so damned nice.
That's what really got to her. This girl did not give a damn about popularity or social status, she gave
money to charity anonymously, organised school events, and did a lot of hard work. Also, she liked Emma.
She respected Emma's gutsy determination to do well at school and get her qualifications. What Emma hated
was the fact that the girl did not seem to have anything bad about her at all, and Emma had no way of
getting to her. No boyfriend, no embarassing secrets, and even if there was something, Brenda was smart
enough to see it coming a mile off. Indeed she had pulled a practical joke on Brenda on April 1st. Brenda
had sweetly taken her to one side and threatened to publicly embarrass her back. Sports day was coming up,
something Emma was good at, but was usually beaten by little miss perfect and she wanted, nay, needed
revenge. Question was ... how?
That night, Emma was reading a Marxist book about pop culture, consumerist desires of the general public,
the and how consumerism was imposed on society by the state. Emma was bored shitless. At that moment a
small glowing sphere of light appeared outside Emma's window. She got up and looked at it. This was no
trick of the light. The sphere moved towards the window, and straight through it, leaving no mark or
blemish. Emma jumped back, "Wow! ball lightning!", and scrabbled around looking for her Polaroid. This
theory of hers was smashed when the ball said, "I am from the stars. I come to learn about humans. We have
been monitoring your TV stations for decades. Your television has been political in some cases, for instance
MedTV, the Turkish station calls for revolution; it has been used by the state to educate and entertain,
BBC, the UK; and, of course, to sell stuff, any station, the US. I come to learn about how humans interact
in reality. If there was one human in your life you would want to change somehow into something else, who
would it be and how would you do it? You can't change yourself. Don't be afraid, I mean no-one any
harm."
Emma almost fainted. The alien noticed her fear and temporarily silenced it. The alien did not notice that
by killing her fear, it had also damaged her conscience and personality. Emma walked round to her bed and
sat down, the ball of light moved closer to her, she replied, "Brenda, I want to change Brenda". The alien
entity shot up out through the window, and returned 5 seconds later, projecting an image of Brenda on the
wall, "Is this the girl?", "Yes it is.", "How do you wish to change her? She will remain asleep all night
and will not notice, only you and her will know that she has been changed, when I leave in 3 days time, you
may change her back if you wish. You changing her will change her family as well, and it can all be
reversed."
One of the things Emma disliked about Brenda was her style, her intellect, her grace and poise; another was
her good looks. Damn! What am I going to do? She looked under her bed for more bits of inspiration, and
found a toy doll she had for her 6th birthday. 6 inches high, pretty, blonde hair, and a big smile. A
Barbie doll.
Brenda was dreaming about the usual things, friends, family, her experiments at the school lab, respect, and
sex. In her sleep, she moaned and rolled over onto her back. "Good job she sleeps naked", said the alien.
Brenda could feel the growing presence on her chest, but she was asleep, the tingling in her nipples did
make her a little wet. It took 30 seconds for her breasts to grow from a B cup to a C - cup and for her to
forget how to tell different types of wine. It took another 30 seconds for all the memories of what she
learnt at school to become a little fuzzy and blurred, and for her hips to swell out a little. The alien
watched Emma squeal with glee as her arch rival grew sexily stacked. There was no way she would be any good
at sports now, bedroom gymnastics maybe. She looked at the Barbie doll. Why stop there? "Could you make
her so busty that there is no way she can be any good at sports? Make her a giggly bimbo as well!", "I'm
doing it", replied the alien. The point of light was deep in concentration and had grown dimmer, the task
taking a little of its power. Brenda was dreaming about happy things, like swimming, sunbathing, clothes
and of course, sex. By now her breasts were a healthy E - cup. She was nicely stacked, but still growing.
Her now large, but pert bottom prevented the small of her back from touching the bottom of the bed. She
giggled as she thought about boys, causing her breasts to wobble and bounce a little. By morning, the work
was finished. The alien left, emitting a strange sound. Laughter perhaps?
Emma had dozed off, and woke up groggily as her alarm screamed at her. The first thing to enter her mind
was the alien. 'Oh ... SHIT! What have I done!', but remembering that she could change poor Brenda back
when the alien left, she calmed a little. Her conscience now fully intact, she was on a major guilt trip.
"What kind of ambassador to the human race was I last night", she thought, "That thing probably thinks all
socialists are scum". Still, she was looking forward to seeing her new friend Brenda. She laughed
naughtily. She got her school things together and remembered that it was a Thursday, and she would have
physics and the art club she attended at lunchtime, 2 things Brenda did too. "It's gonna be fun watching
that little bimbo try to think straight, but I'll try to cover for her", she laughed a little nervously.
Brenda felt the warm sunlight on the side of her face, smiled and stretched, "mmmmmm, feels nice ..." She
gently let her hands slowly drift down her body between her legs and rubbed slowly. This was THE way to
wake up. After a few more seconds, she opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling. She let on hand work up
to her breast, and then she noticed. She let out a little squeak of surprise as her dainty little hand
touched a mass of soft breast. She pulled back the sheets and saw for herself that she had grown a pair of
breasts that a whole crowd of girls her age could be proud of. She was a little afraid, knowing something
was wrong, and very slowly sat up and looked around, "Pink! My room is pink!". The wallpaper had changed
from stripey grey to shocking pink while she had been asleep. She looked around and saw a doll's house on a
chest of drawers opposite her in the room. She also noticed that her CD player had turned bright blue.
Intrigued, she slowly got out of bed, and had to adjust to her new posture. "My big new breasts are real
heavy, and my voice is funny", she announced to herself in her new, cute, sqeaky voice. She walked slowly
to the doll's house, and giggled happily as her breasts swayed. Opening thetop of the doll's house, she
peered in. "Barbie!", she sqealed and took the doll in her hand and looked at it, "Cute, but I got bigger
titties!". Carefully, she put the doll back, and noticed how she was acting. "What's going on?", she asked
quietly, with a confused look on her face, trying to recap the events of the previous day was difficult, but
a lot had definitely changed. She looked at the alarm clock, 7:00 am. She walked to the bathroom, now more
easily as she was more used to her new figure. Even now the amount her breasts moved shocked her a little,
she grabbed them in her hands, and walked to the bathroom, her breasts still bobbling excessively.
"Everything's pink", she said, noticing the carpet and wallpaper.
Looking at herself in the full-length mirror was a big shock for her, "Wow! I got real big last
night.", she said with a sense of pride. She was still of average height, but her breasts were almost
perfectly round and hung down almost to her belly button. Her waist was tiny and flat, and flared out
to a pair of almost impossibly wide hips. Her pubic hair was lighter and stopped before her pussy.
Her legs were perfectly hairless and her skin had become healthier and a little more flushed, giving
it a warm, soft look. Her aurolae were the size of saucers, and were deep pink, her nipples stuck out
around 4 cm, were 4 cm across, and were even darker. Awestruck, she turned to her side, and looked at
the side of her ass, as her breasts slowly swayed to a standstill. It was beautiful, her legs seemed
to go on forever, and there was not a blemish in sight, her blonde hair reached down to the middle of
her tush. "I'm really pretty, really really pretty!", she giggled happily, and shook her breasts.
They swayed from side to side, she giggled. Then she bounced them up and down, giggling continuously.
Gently biting her beautifully pink lower lip, and grinning happily, she caught one of her nipples and
rolled it between her fingers, she let out a squeak of pleasure, shuddered and opened her mouth as the
feelings kicked in.
Emma was making herself a large coffee. This was the usual ritual for her before school, but today she was
over - doing it. Caffeine powered her sharply subversive mind. She loved this. Deeply inhaling the steam
coming off her espresso, she thought deeply about her friend. Brenda was her friend and was going to know
everything when the alien left on Sunday after sports day. Fuck. Her mind raced through endless
possibilities. She sipped the coffee, then drank the whole lot and quickly made another. Her mum looked at
her, concerned, "Are you okay, honey?", "Yeah fine mum, just a little tired. Damn, I'm gonna miss the bus,
bye!"
Brenda got into the shower, and noticed changes there too, they now had a power - shower, and the shower
unit was situated in it's own glass cubicle rather than the bath. She noticed how whenever she moved, her
tush or her boobs would brush against the cold glass. This tickled a lot, and sent her into more fits of
the giggles as she tried in vain to hold her breasts away from the glass. Finally, she managed to
concentrate for long enough to work out how the shower worked ... and pressed the 'on' button.
The jets of warm water had an instant effect on her, "Wow! Whoaaa, that feels greeat!", she squealed, the
water was a bit of a shock to the system. It took a lot of shampoo to lather the whole of her beautiful
blonde mane, and of course, her little triangle of pubic hair. Now that the glass had warmed up, she could
forget about letting herself touch it. She leaned forward and whipped her hair back, getting lather onto
her breasts. Moaning with ecstasy, she tried to grab her slippery breasts, but they wobbled far too much
for her to grab a nipple. She giggled again, and simply rubbed them up and down against the glass, and let
her left hand slide down to her crotch. She let two fingers slide into herself, pounded herself furiously
for 30 seconds, then took them out and sucked, letting the right hand pleasure her. She repeated this cycle
for all of ten minutes, grinning widely and moaning with intense pleasure. Out of the shower, she took a
towel and dried her hair, arms, legs, ass, and back. She looked at her tits. There was no way of drying
them off without getting all horny again, so she just gently pressed the towel onto them, then took it off,
which seemed to work. She noticed that she could get the towel to stick on to her tits with nothing holding
them there. She looked in the mirror and smiled again. "I'm so happy.", she said to herself, and bounced
off back to her little-girl bedroom with the towel wrapped round her chest.
She found her school uniform where it usually was, in her chest of drawers,
but everything was, of course, a couple of sizes bigger. She put on her
blouse, jumper and blazer, grabbed her satchel and carefully walked down the
stairs to the kitchen for breakfast.
"Mum, sis, you're both big too!", "What are you talking about hon?", "Never mind."
Brenda found that her mother and sister had grown outrageously voluptuous figures
similar to her own, and that their voices had changed too. The kitchen had also
changed colour from white to a light blue colour, making it look, like the
rest of the house, slightly tacky. Looking out of the window, she saw that
the family's old Daimler V8 had been replaced by a red Ferrari, and there
was a sun lounger on the lawn. Brenda had properly woken up now and was
realising that she was in a VERY strange situation. She decided to keep
quiet.
Emma was at school, biting her nails. She was waiting for her guilt trip to climax with the arrival
of Brenda. What had happened to Brenda and her sister? The alien had said that it would have an
effect on the rest of the family as well. She looked out of the common room door and saw Brenda's mum
park the Ferrari, and the new Brenda and her sister, Alice happily skip out. Brenda usually hung out
with her sister before classes, but they walked off in different directions. Brenda walked straight
over the Emma, as her mother stalled the Ferrari while driving it out of the school gates 'Hi Emma!
Can we talk? Something funny happened last night.', Emma lowered her head. She had forgotten to
change one thing. If there was one person Brenda had trusted in that school, it was her. She had
dumped on a friend major league. She flung her arms out and gave Brenda a hug. She was amazed at how
large Brenda had become, and only just got her arms round her. 'Whoa, Emma, what was that for? Hey
girl, what's wrong?', Brenda asked with a look of childish innocence, 'Never mind. Let's get along to
first period'.
In the physics class, Brenda sat next to Emma and timidly held her hand under the desk. Brenda was
scared. She knew that she was good at physics, and that
she and her surroundings had changed. On the way to school, she had chatted
with her mother or 'mom' as she now insisted on being called. Brenda's dad had
disappeared from the family a few years ago and had never called since then,
and her mother, instead of being the high flying economic consultant she used
to be was now some guy's 'personal assistant'. Her sister
however chose not to talk at all, but read a book.
Brenda told Emma all about this, and about the changes in her house. All
the time Brenda had a pouty look on her face similar to that of a lost
child. Emma simply replied, 'You'll be OK in 3 days time'.
The class was a 3 hour practical experiment, and Emma volunteered to be Brenda's
partner. It started with the handing back of last week's homework, Brenda
looked at her work and then looked really scared. 'An F?', she asked herself,
then looked at the work she had done. Her answers wer childish and simplistic,
her writing was printed, and reading was making her tired. She found a folder
marked 'Physics' in her bag and put it in there, she would look at that later.
The girls then, with the rest of the class got up and walked to their experiment.
Today's experiment involved logic circuits. The girls had to make a TV screen
display the stars and stripes using logic circuits. Emma found the exercise
simple and easy, and had it finished quickly. She tested Brenda's reduced
intillect. 'Okay, so you understand that when this one is on, that one is
off?', 'Yeah', 'Okay, so if that it turning on and off 312 times a second,
what is this one doing?', 'er ... switching real quick too?', 'You got it, now why
is it making stripes on the screen', 'Er ..', Brenda brushed her blonde hair
back and looked away into space with the cutest look a girl could give.
'What was the question?', it was hopeless.
Emma tried diagrams, LEDs to show
the signals, everything. Nothing could get through to her. Brenda's giggling was quiet enough not
to be annoying, but it did make talking to her seriously very difficult. She would curl her hair
round her finger, gently bite her lower lip and look a little lost whenever she tried to think, the
giggle embarrasedly as she forgot what she was meant to be thinking about. By the end of the lesson,
Emma was finishing writing up and she turned and looked at Brenda. Brenda had lifted her breasts onto
the desk, had her arms round them and was fast asleep using them as a pillow. Brenda had a wide,
happy smile on her face, and was breathing slowly and deeply. 'Brenda, wake up, time for lunch!' At
break, Emma decided that Brenda should at least enjoy her silly new existance, and decided also to
tell her about the alien and how she would change back
in 3 days time.
The two girls sat at a coffee table, and Emma noticed the stares her friend
was getting from the boys. Brenda believed every word Emma said.
'Emma you bitch', Brenda was surprised, and
should have been angry. Indeed she was trying to be angry, but found that anger was
something she was almost incapable of, and that she was actually enjoying being the best
looking girl in school, even if it did mean she was a little dumb.
'The physics teacher was looking at my big boobs as well', 'Yeah, when you
fell asleep onto your breasts, all the boys were looking, one came up
tried to feel you up!', this sent Brenda into more bursts of giggling and
she started twirling her hair round her finger again. Her friend simply looked
at her and sighed, nodding her head,'She's gonna kill me when she changes
back!'
The girls got up and walked off to art club, 'Walk slower, Emma, I got a
lot to carry!' At art club, the girls found a surprise. The new Brenda
was actually better at art than she had been before. Although unable to
write or even think methodically or express herself verbally without
sounding like the dizzy blonde that she was, she could paint beautifully.
Also, as Brenda was doing art as a subject, a lot of the paintings at art
club were by her. This was her chance to shine. She took a brush and her
hands seem to move by themselves. After 30 minutes the canvas was covered
with a beautiful meadow, interrupted by a river, at which an old man was
fishing. The art teacher came over and asked her, 'What was your
inspiration for this piece', 'I dont know, it just came to me!', she
replied, and giggled.
The next lesson was sport. The girls would play basketball for a while,
the boys would play football in the next field. Brenda took out of her bag
a skirt, big, but obviously way too small for her, and a stretchy top.
She took off her school uniform and bra, and put on the top, and skirt only.
Emma just looked at her, 'You're not going out there like that! The boys
will go nuts! I can see your nips from here!', 'Try and stop me', she giggled as she tried to jog towards
the door and nearly fell over. She steadied herself against the wall and
stared at her breasts, as they slowly stopped swaying and simply rose and
fell with her deep breathing. When she bent over, she really could feel
the strain on her back, she slowly stood up straight again, and carried
in her arms her now slightly sore breasts, back to the bench. She sat down
with a thump, causing her breasts to bounce and jiggle again, looked at Emma
and giggled. 'Big tits are heavy', she said, cradling one in her left arm.
Emma looked at her friend with a look of amazement, 'Try wearing a bra?'
Brenda leaned forward, resting her masses of pink flesh on her lap, and
pulled out her sports bra from her bag. She put it on the front, but could
not get it done up at the back. Emma helped her, and they left the gym.
Once outside, the girls had to pick teams. Brenda got picked last, Emma
got picked first. 'Not fair!', Brenda cried out in her new voice, and stamped her foot.
The other girls laughed, one of the girls called her a bimbo, and Brenda couldn't help
but giggle, while staring
down at herself. 'It's true', Brenda whispered to herself, 'I'm the biggest bimbo ever.'
Brenda tried to play the game, but her breasts and hips
wobbled about and got in the way. What was worse was she couldn't remember
who was on her team. Half way through the game, she was beat, and went back
to shower. She took off her bra and panties. All the other girls were
outside. She turned on the shower and her nipples instantly hardened.
She rubbed the sweat away from her armpits and rubbed the shampoo into
her hair again. She looked down at her breasts again, and rubbed them.
She again squealed with delight and said to herself, 'I love it when my
boobs get all wet and slippery.' She dried off in the same manner as she
had done that morning, and got changed back into her uniform.
Back home, she had some physics cousework to do. She really felt dumb
when she did not know how to do this. Physics was her best subject, but
all the figures got jumbled up in her head. She stared down at her breasts.
She had last played with them this morning, and was feeling a little horny
again. The temptation was too great. She grabbed her phone book and dialed
the school physics buff, Simon Walters. 'Hello?', 'Hi Simon, this is Brenda,
I'm having a little problem with my homework, do you want to come over and
fuck me, sorry help me, help me with it ..' She could not believe what she had just
said, and neither could Simon. In less than five minutes, Simon was at the
door dressed to kill, with a card and a box of chocolates. Branda took the chololates from
him, and said with her new bimbo voice, 'The homework is in my bedroom, it's
real hard', 'I'll help you with it right now', the pair went upstairs and
sat on Brenda's bed. Brenda locked the door in full view of Simon. 'You've got some funny stuff
Brenda.', Simon was totally disoriented. 'Oh look at you, you got all
dressed up to come here, and here I am in my school uniform. No peeking!',
Brenda pulled the sheets of the bed over Simon's head and got naked right
next to him. No-one would remember this, so she might as well have fun.
When she pulled the sheets back off Simon and squealed 'surprise!', she was
wearing a little tennis skirt, no bra, and a top that stopped just above the
base of her breasts. On the top was a silly cartoon of a confused blonde.
The slogan below it read, 'I'm naturally blonde, so please speak slowly'.
Brenda hadn't noticed this, but Simon did, he also noticed how Brenda's erect nipples and aureole
were painfully obvious through the clingy white fabric, and began to look a little
panicky. Brenda sat back down on the bed and noticed that Simon was looking
at her chest. 'You like my boobies don't you', 'Actually I was looking at...
mmmmph!', Brenda grabbed Simon's head and stuffed it between her breasts underneath the top, then
squashed her breasts together,
suffocating Simon in a world of warm pink flesh. His body grew all limp, except for one part of it.
'You like that, don't you.', she purred slowly, a slow, muffled 'mmm mm mph'
was the best reply Simon could offer. She let him go, and he pulled away,
gasping for breath. 'Wow, you really know how to make a guy happy Brenda!'
exclaimed a red - faced and extremely turned on Simon. Brenda leant forward
and got her homework out and placed it on her lap. 'I like doing my homework
like this, but I cant see the books over my titties! I know what!', she got
up and walked round to Simon's side of the bed, she opened his box of chocs
and popped one into her mouth.
She jumped down onto the bed on her front, so her face was next to the physics book.
'Now help me with these problems, Sy!', Simon did as he was told and joined her on the
bed. He noticed that her ass stuck out way high into the air and that her hips were
wider than he had noticed before under her uniform, and that her waist was really thin as
well. He was constantly peeking glimpses over his shoulder as Brenda looked through her
notes for the homework. He also noticed the mass of breast that was squashed outwards
against the side of his chest. He had a large and uncomforatble erection. Brenda popped
another chocolate, 'Mmph mfound it. Mmm nice choccie, Sy, I found the .. You sure do like
checking out my bod, dont you.', 'Oh sorry Brenda', 'No, it 's OK, I like my bod too.
This is the homework I cant do' Simon saw that the stuff she was having problems with was
really simple, so he attempted to explain it to her. After 25 minutes of explanation,
query, explanation, and Brenda's uncontrollable giggling, the pair decided that Simon
should type the homework and send it in on Brenda's behalf, making, of course, a few
deliberate mistakes.
Brenda looked at the clock, 'Sugar, it's eight o'clock, I'm feeling sleepy',
'Yeah, do you want me to go home?', 'No, you can stay with me for a bit. I
know you want to check out my tush', she said wiggling her ass a little.
She stood up, and put all her books away. 'I know I'm not the brightest in
the class, but I bet a lot of the girls there will never learn to do this', she said and
shimmied her breasts from side to side, like she had done in the bathroom
before. The little pink bit of breast that was not covered by her top captivated Simon.
Slowly, as the breast rubbed against her top, the top slowly worked it's way
up, exposing more and more breast. Simon could not take it any longer. He
stood up and whipped the flimsy top off, and standing behind Brenda, he
grabbed her breasts and rubbed his hard self against her. 'Ohhhh, you are
all hot", Brenda moaned with pleasure. Simon brought one hand round to Brenda's
ass, and placed it on her tush. He was shocked and surprised to find she
was not wearing any knickers, 'Whoaa!', his heart was racing as his hand
withdrew, 'Stroke my pussy', said Brenda. He kept kneading her breasts with
his right arm and used his left to pleasure her pussy. He had to change a
few times as massaging Brenda's breasts was very hard work, and as they
kept moving about and wobbling as Brenda spasmed, it was getting harder to
hold onto them. After a while Brenda was extremely wet, and her breasts were
covered in juice. There was a small dark patch of juice on the floor.
Simon came round to the fromt of his moaning, blonde godess, and bent over a
little to suckle her breasts and lick all the delicious juices off them.
Fumbling with his belt, he leant on Brenda a little too much and she fell
backwards onto the bed. She was aroused a little out of her sexual trance,
and giggled as Simon tried to undress extremely quickly. When he was naked,
and standing before her he tried to get on top of her, she pushed him back
and said, 'Lick my pussy first, please'. She sat up and gave him that lost pleading
look. It was irresistable, he HAD to do what this beautiful dumb creature
was asking. He knelt between her legs, and parted her lips. He licked the
clitoris as gently as he could. Immediately Brenda orgasmed, and covered his
face with juice. She fell backwards and tried to grab her wet breasts.
Again the masses of pink flesh escaped her grasp each time, so she simply
rubbed them. Simon continued to lick for 15 minutes, before getting a
condom out of his jacket, and putting it on.
The sex that followed was the best Simon could ever hope for in his whole life.
Brenda came again and again, the sheets were soaked. Simon fell asleep around 1 am,
totally spent. Brenda remained awake, and was visited by a small sphere of light.
In the morning, Brenda
unlocked the door, and Simon stumbled out. 'Hello Simon. I suppose I'm
going to be cleaning the sheets AGAIN tonight, ah well.', 'Uhh, sorry
Mrs. urm', Brenda's mother took his hand, 'Call me Candy.' Simon's heart
was still racing. This girl's mum was looking at him as if she wanted some
fun as well. 'I wish I had a mum like that', he said under his breath, as Candy jiggled
her way downstairs.
Now normally when Emma woke up, she would have a dry feeling in her mouth and a headache
from caffeine withdrawl, and sleep in her eyes. This morning, however, she felt
positively fantastic. Her hands were between her legs, one hand completely inside her, the
other stroking her clit, stroking, slowly, faster, faster, faster, bringing her to a
beautiful orgasm. She opened her eyes, and smiled. Looking at the ceiling. As she
slowly sat up, and leant forward slightly, she noticed something brush against her lap.
'Oh no!', she pleaded with no-one in a soft, beautiful voice. She looked down at
herself. She
couldn't see any of her lap, as it was completely covered in the most healthy pair of
breasts ever to grace such a petite frame. Walking would be a serious challenge. She
looked around her room. Where once there were pictures of feminists and Marxists, there
now hung pictures of busty porn models. She squinted, there was something written on all
of them, printed, in childish writing, 'bigger than you', was written in black marker on a
picture of Lolo Ferrari. Around the room there were some very large vibrators and dildoes.
Emma got out of bed, slowly, and opened her drawer. She picked
up a stretch top and looked at it. It was the same as the one Brenda had used that night,
but seemed to be a bit different, it had another word written above the slogan in black marker, 'I'm ..
nat urall ie .. blonde so please speak REAL slow - ly, funny! What does that mean?', the new
Emma put the top on,bigger than Brenda's it covered most of her pert, pliant, pink flesh, but left
a little pink flesh at the bottom, which even after much stretching of the top and stuffing
of her breasts upwards, could not be covered. She slipped on
some knickers and slowly swayed to the bathroom, she looked round her house. Bigger?
Looking in the mirror was a real shock for her. Brenda had been quite a sight, but now
she was simply ludicrous. Her breasts hung a full 4 inches below her belly button, her
hips were around the same size as Brenda's though, but her tush was a little perkier.
She heard a doorbell ring downstairs and heard a sweet, faltering, high pitched voice
talking to a teenage girl, 'You must be .. Brenda, yeah, she said about you, I'm her mom, I'm an
actress, an exotic actress *giggle* yeah it's all natural, come on in, she's in her room, Emma!
You've got a guest!'
Emma quickly bounced back to her room and slipped on the skimpiest pair of denim shorts you could
imagine, actually one of the more conservative things her bedroom contained. Brenda entered the
room, she had kept a lot of her chest, now an F - cup, and regained all of her intelligence and
then some. 'Hi Brenda, you look cute!', Emma complimented her friend, and giggled. Brenda was a
little pissed, but looking at her new creation, she just wanted to laugh, and she did. 'Who's
the bimbo now?', 'I don't know', came the confused and innocent reply. At this point, Brenda
felt a pang of guilt. She had over done it with her friend the night before. This new Emma
could hardly read or write, and definitely wouldn't be able to go to school. Brenda said, 'I can
take my finger off, watch this!', Emma was taken aback and her eyes lit up in amazement, but not
disbelief. Brenda folded her thumb behind her forefinger of her left hand away from Emma, and
bent the forefinger of her right hand behind her other forefinger, and showed this to Emma, it
loofed like her thumb was the forefinger of her righ hand. She parted her hands quickly, and put
them back together, giving the impression that she had dislocated a finger. Emma put her hand
over her mouth and gave a little dainty sqeak of terror. 'Hey girl, it's just a trick, dont
worry', 'Oh. How does it work?', 'Okay, do this'. It took about seven minutes to teach Emma how
to do it, and she started doing it again and again, giggling happily. Brenda decided that her
friend was way too much of a bimbo like this, and by the look of the room, more than a little too
much of a nympho. She resolved that if the alien visited her again, she would restore her to the
level of intelligence above what she was before they started, and a more manageable, yet still
stupendous breast size for the sports day, and increase her sex drive, and leave her like that
permanantly, hopefully her intelligence would give her a little self control. After all, she
always used to talk about how people should be happy with their sexuality whatever it was when
she was spouting off about feminism. They would however both retain their silliness.
Brenda said, 'Watch my finger, Emma!', Emma looked up at Brenda's finger, Brenda moved her finger
around in front of Emma's face. She stopped between her eyes, giving her a cross eyed, silly look,
then tapped her lightly on the nose. Emma fell back on the bed giggling, legs in the air kicking,
giving Brenda a view of two vast hemispheres of light pink breast. Brenda jumped on her and ticked
her. The tickling had the effect of making Emma's face and tummy go red. 'Stop, stop!', Emma
pleaded, and so Brenda let up for long enough for Emma to stop giggling. Emma took Brenda's hand
and placed it on her right breast, 'Bigger than YOU', she giggled. 'Let's take a look at your
clothes, I'd love to see your stuff', Emma gave Brenda a confused, blank look, and Brenda realised
that Emma's surroundings had changed, as had her personality, but her memories were still Emma's, so
her new environment would be totally alien to her. Brenda opened a couple of drawers, there were
stretch tops, push up bras and cute little dresses to show off her ass. All her books were gone,
and Emma was talking, acting and had the wardrobe of the perfect bimbo. Brenda found a top with a
slogan that read, 'Fuck - bunny'. She had to laugh at that, as her friend did actually look a bit
like a rabbit, all chest and behind, although, she couldnt really see the new Emma moving quickly or
running at all. Looking up, she saw that her friend had removed her top and was playing with her
breasts, lifting them up and licking them, shaking and wobbling them, lying on them and using them
as a kind of water bed. Emma looked up and said simply, 'Play with me, please..', Brenda went
downstairs and phoned a male friend from school, and explained the situation to him, giving him the
address of the house. He was there in what seemed like seconds
Pete had been lucky with girls occasionally and was quite well built, red hair, red chest hair, and,
embarassingly, red pubic hair too, but he had NEVER met a girl like Emma. Emma looked him in the eye,
but he was looking at her very full clingy top. He could see her aurolae, nipples, the bits at the
bottom that the top couldnt cover, and then he read the slogan, and looked Emma in the eyes. She
gazed back and French - kissed him. The moment seemed to last forever as Pete was squashed into a sea
of pink cleavage. Brenda left them to it with a camcorder on the mantelpiece as blackmail evidence
against Emma for later. Pete looked into her eyes and was going to say something. Emma silenced him
by frowning gently and placing her finger on his lips, and removing her top to expose a pair of
breasts that were beyond belief. She was kneeling at the time, facing Pete from the edge of the bed.
She let herself fall forward, her and her breasts covering Pete. They were face to face, she let out
a little giggle, and Pete attempted to undress from underneath her, with quite a bit of success. The
view from outside of this was quite amazing. Every time Pete moved, Emmas breasts would jiggle and
ripple, with Emma giggling all the time. Once Pete was fully naked underneath Emma, he put his hands
on her big, pert tush and smiled sweetly. She smiled back, after a couple of seconds, she realised,
got off Pete and removed her shorts and panties, and again mounted Pete. Her tush may have been big,
but it did have a lot of power behind it. She fucked Pete for all he was worth, stopping only to
change position. After he was finished in that position, she got off and he sat at the side of the
bed, panting. Because Emma's pussy was now a little bigger, and a lot stretchier, it made sex with
her exhausting work.
As soon as he came, Emma got up, rushed around the side fo the bed, sweating
breasts and hips swinging, and sucked him to recovery. She lay back on the bed, grabbed him, and he
did the work. Emma's stamina was unbelievable. From 9:30 am to 3 pm, they fucked constantly, and
when Pete left, Emma whispered in his ear, 'thanks'. Pete was almost dead. Brenda smiled as she
watched Emma accompany Pete to the door. Emma was still naked and very wet with sweat and other
stuff, while Pete, who had arrived dressed in a well pressed suit, was now looking as disshevelled as
any man could.
Brenda told Emma to go and shower and especially to clean her pussy, which was leaking a little. Emma
came out of the shower, clean and dried, 'Brenda, get me another man!', Brenda sighed and reached for
her phone book. That night, Emma was exhausted. She had spent a long day fucking and rested on the
couch, wearing her 'fuck - bunny' top as the bed was way too wet. Brenda went and fetched some
sheets for her friend, and spent the night watching TV. That night the alien visited
Brenda, 'I know why you humans are being so weird with your wishes. It's because of me. My effect is
killing your conscience and causing emotional fuckup. Tell me what you really want for you and your
friend and it will be so!'. Brenda wished for a healthy and long life for her and her friend,
intelligence, and prosperity, also, for fun, games, tricks and enormous breasts and good looks. The
alien left for now, content that the human race was not all bad.
It was sports day, and Brenda and Emma arrived at the sports ground at the same time, both in flashy
cars. Emma walked up to Brenda, F - cups bouncing healthily, and slapped her right across the face.
The other girl did that back, and announced 'Right, now that's over with, let's have some fun!', and
both headed for the gym. They quickly stripped, and changed into their sports gear, talking excitedly
about their adventure, the alien, would it be back and stuff like that. They were getting some very
strange looks from their friends, but they did not care. Their rivalry had finished. Or had it?
'Emma dear, I still can't get this damn thing on, I just cant reach round the back there.', said
Brenda, struggling with her troublesome sports bra. Emma scrabbled around at the back, quickly doing
things which Brenda coundn't see. 'Should be fine now Bren', Emma replied, swuftly hiding her
scissors and kicking the remains of the back of Brenda's bra under the bench with her foot. 'It feels
kinda funny you know, scratchy', 'That's 'cause last time you wore it you were stupid, remember, it is
going to feel different', 'oh yeah!', and both girls giggled.
Despite this, Brenda still couldnt get used to the way her breasts were moving. They bounced far too
much for a sports bra, and the straps were irritating her back. The girls were running the marathon,
and were at the starting line. Go! Emma was obviously going to win from the start, the only other
two girls were not really into sports, and for some reason, Brenda's breasts were bouncing all over
the place, causing raucous wolf whistles from the crowd. After 500 metres, she heard a loud snap, and
after that, her breasts were bouncing even more wildly. After 1000, another loud snap and the remains
of her bra finally gave up, and she staggered in last, clutching her chest. Emma had cut away the
straps of her bra and replaced them with rubber bands. Both girls were back in the changing room.
'Emma, you are a complete bitch.', said Brenda, throwing her bra at her, which after Emma's handiwork
looked strangely like a dead jellyfish. Both girls giggled, and walked back to Brenda's house.
'Let's get some boys round!', said Emma, 'So much for self control, yeah let's go for it!', the girls
were going to have some serious fun for the rest of their lives, and nobody was going to stop them!
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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
Part: Chapter 21
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mf, teen, oral, voy, mast
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Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
by Nick Scipio
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
When we got to the top of the falls, everything was just as we'd
left it. Instead of immediately heading for the blanket, however,
I tugged on Gina's hand and we waded into the cool water of the
shaded end of the pool.
Once we were up to our hips, I pulled her toward me and encircled
her with my arms. She eagerly pressed against me and I brought my
lips down on hers, luxuriating in the warmth of her body against
my own.
She put her arms around my neck, and suddenly I felt her slight
weight on me as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I lowered
us into the water so that only our shoulders and heads were above
the surface, and pressed my lips against hers again. She eagerly
responded, darting her tongue against my own.
We broke the kiss, both of us breathless and grinning madly at
each other. She clamped her legs around me and ground her pubic
bone into my abdomen. As I reached down to support her by her
beautiful ass, she kissed me again. I savored the taste of her
lips and the feeling of her hot pussy pressed against my
midsection.
Thinking about her luscious body pressed against me, I felt my
penis become erect, in spite of the cold water. She felt it too
and ground against me again. I pulled back from her lips and she
opened her eyes. I stared at her in wonder, once again amazed and
excited. Her eyes softened and she smiled shyly.
"What?" she asked.
"I love looking at you."
She lowered her dark eyes, her long, beautiful lashes fluttering
as she blushed.
I tenderly kissed her forehead and felt her press against my lips.
She looked up at me, her eyes full of love and happiness.
I blushed and averted my gaze.
"What?" she asked.
I raised my head and once again looked into her searching eyes.
"I want to be the kind of man that I see in your eyes when you
look at me."
Her eyes filled with tears and she was suddenly kissing me. I
closed my own eyes and simply enjoyed her, inhaling her
intoxicating fragrance and reveling in the feeling of her lips
upon mine.
She pulled back and smiled at me again, white teeth against her
brown skin a stunning contrast.
"I'm glad we could come up here today," I said softly. "I've
really enjoyed it."
"I'll bet you have," she said slyly. Then she grinned. "So have I.
I'm glad Kendall could come with us. I think your mom was right.
There was no way my folks would've let us come up here alone."
"Yeah." I wanted to say I was glad Kendall had come too, but I
didn't think it would be a good idea to show too much
appreciation for her.
"She's really pretty cool after all."
"Yeah."
"And she's really beautiful, in a non-stuck-up way."
"Yeah."
Gina laughed at me. I frowned, confused, and she covered her
mouth with her hand.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"You."
"Me?"
She nodded. "Yeah," she said, aping me perfectly.
"What?" I protested.
She laughed again. "You can say you like her, silly."
I frowned.
"It's okay. I know you don't like her that way."
I quickly shook my head.
"Good."
I was still uncomfortable discussing it. I guess the problem was
that I really _did_ like Kendall. I really did think she was
beautiful. And what scared me the most was that I wasn't sure I
would, or even could, resist her if she threw herself at me. Fat
chance of that happening, I thought to myself. _"Beautiful super-
model girl falls for pudgy fifteen-year-old. Film at eleven!"_
"What're you thinking about?" Gina asked, watching my face
intently.
"Nothing," I lied, shaking it off.
She looked at me quizzically, but let it slide. "You wanna see
what Kendall's up to?" she asked, grinning mischievously.
No, I thought. "Sure."
Gina disentangled herself from me and swam toward the boulder at
the edge of the falls. She had laid our towel on the bolder
earlier, to let it dry. She climbed onto it, lay on her stomach,
and peered over the edge. I moved behind her, straddling her
upper thighs, and nestled my erection against her warm ass. She
looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes smoldering, and wiggled
her hips. I leaned against her, supporting myself with my hands
on the boulder, and we looked over the edge to the quarry below.
Kendall was lying on her back, one leg bent, reading her book.
She was idly rubbing her stomach. I quickly lost interest and
began rubbing Gina's back. She groaned and writhed in pleasure as
I massaged her shoulders and back. All the while, she was looking
over the edge of the rim-wall boulder.
"Mmmmm, that feels good," she purred.
"Good."
"Mmm hmm."
I rubbed for several minutes, languorously moving my hands over
her smooth back. I was really enjoying just being with her,
rubbing her, my erection snuggled between her cheeks.
"Paul," she said softly. "Look."
I looked over her shoulder at the flattop boulder below. Kendall
had set down her book and was slowly running her fingers through
her pubic hair. She sat up for a second, took a good look around
the rim wall, and when she didn't see any sign of us, she lay
back down. For a moment, I wanted to duck. But then I realized
that there was no way she could see our two heads barely sticking
over the boulder. With the trees behind us, we blended right in.
When she lay back, she once again moved her hand to her crotch.
She started slowly rubbing her hand over her slit. I felt Gina's
ass cheeks clenching and unclenching as we watched. I silently
looked at Gina, from above and behind her. She unconsciously
licked her lips, intent on the scene unfolding below us. A small
grin played across my face as I returned my attention to Kendall.
The girl below us slowly spread her legs, and although I couldn't
see that well because of the distance, she looked like she'd just
inserted a finger in her pussy. Gina drew a sharp breath and I
felt her tense beneath me.
"You like watching her, don't you," I said softly.
She swallowed hard and nodded.
I shifted slightly and slid my erection between her legs, bumping
her pussy with the crown. She gasped and then drew another sharp,
shuddering breath. Then she looked over her shoulder fearfully.
"Don't worry," I said reassuringly. "I'm just teasing you. Not
yet. Okay?"
She bit the inside of her lip and nodded, smiling shyly. I bent
forward and kissed her brow and she relaxed.
I bumped my erection against her pussy, teasing her clit, and she
whimpered. Then she returned her attention to the quarry and the
scene below. I did as well, once again privately--very privately-
-marveling at Kendall's body. She had her legs together now and
was busily rubbing her pussy.
I kissed the nape of Gina's neck and then moved to her ear. I
pulled her hair back and kissed the soft curve of her lobe.
"Watching her makes me want you so much," I said in a hoarse
whisper.
Gina thrust her hips back against me, pressing her steaming pussy
into my erection. I kissed her again, along the line of her neck,
and she sighed. I breathed against her shoulder, softly, and then
kissed her again, my lips drinking in the sun-warmed texture of
her smooth skin.
All thoughts of Kendall banished, I began kissing along Gina's
shoulders and neck. I moved her hair aside, draping the lustrous
black mass over her left shoulder. Her neck and cheek exposed to
me again, I brought my lips down and caressed her with them. She
dropped her head and sighed.
I moved my hips and my erection rubbed against her simmering
pussy, the wiry pubic hair parting before my firm glans. She
whimpered again and arched her back against me.
"Do you want me to go down on you?" I asked, gently, softly,
tantalizingly.
She nodded shakily.
I lifted myself from her thighs, my erection springing up, and
put my hand on her shoulder, drawing her to me, rolling her onto
her back. Her hair fanned out as she turned, and I once again was
awestruck by her beauty. I smiled down at her, trying to put all
the love I felt into my expression. She looked at me and her lids
drooped drunkenly, her lips parting.
I leaned forward, feeling her hard nipples press against my chest.
Her sweet breath washed over my lips as I pressed them against
her. I kissed her deeply, savoring the feeling of her body
against my own.
I drew back from the kiss, leaving us both breathless. With my
cheek, I turned her head and kissed the hollow of her neck and
jaw. She arched her back, pressing against me, and sighed. I
kissed down the exquisite length of her neck to her collarbone,
light, feathery kisses that made her squirm with pleasure.
I scooted down her body, kissing as I went, and then moved my
mouth over her right breast. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, a
sleek brown pebble of nerve endings, and she gasped. Her areola
was crinkly and erect with her desire, and I circled it with my
lips, flicking my tongue against her nipple.
I withdrew my lips and blew on her saliva-slick nipple, causing
her to shudder. Switching to the other breast, I did the same
thing, eliciting another shuddering gasp. I gently bit her erect
nipple and pulled back slightly, pulling her pliant breast after
me. She arched her back and clutched my head with her hands,
staying my motion. I released her nipple and then circled it with
my tongue.
I pulled out of her grasp and kissed down to her navel, my hands
gripping her hips. Then, I brushed my cheeks against the soft
skin of her trim stomach and planted a kiss on her belly button.
I moved off the towel and felt the rough surface of the boulder
beneath my knees. Moving down further, I eased into the cold
water of the pool, supporting myself on the sandy bottom. Moving
one hand under her knee, I lifted her leg and slid my shoulder
under it. With a touch on her inner thigh, I shouldered my way
between her legs, kissing her thighs as I went.
She quivered in anticipation as I brought my face close to her
pussy. I held there, not touching her, and I could feel the heat
of her skin, so near my face. Her pubic hair was already moist
from her escaping juices, and I once again marveled at her pussy.
Her lips were very compact, and I could easily see them through
the sparse covering of her pubic hair.
I felt her shifting nervously and grinned to myself.
"Sometimes, I like just looking at you. You're so beautiful down
here," I said softly, kissing her inner thigh.
I darted my tongue forward and barely touched her labia, causing
her to start. Moving closer, I licked along her slit, feeling the
few wisps of pubic hair brush against my tongue.
"Mmm," I breathed. "And you taste so good."
She relaxed and whimpered, putting her hands on her thighs, near
my ears.
I kissed her labia tenderly and rubbed my cheek against her inner
thigh, inhaling her heady aroma. My erection swelled further,
despite the cold water, and I kissed her again. She rewarded me
with a gasp for my efforts.
She whimpered and thrust her hips up at me, and I smiled to
myself again. With my fingers, I parted her labia, just slightly,
and licked along her slit. I tasted the tangy-sweet flavor of her
arousal and kissed her mons, directly over her hooded clit. She
bucked against me again, and I pressed down with my lips, putting
delightful pressure on the sensitive little berry.
With a gasp, she stiffened and I ran my tongue along her slit
again, parting it gently with a little pressure. Using my fingers,
I spread her open some more and caught my first glimpse of her
inner lips. They were slick and shiny with her juices. I kissed
her slit, nudging her hooded clit with my nose and then parted
her lips to lick the tender pink fold where her inner labia
joined the outer one. I switched sides and repeated the motion,
delighting in the texture of her skin against my tongue.
I carefully wormed my right index finger into her opening,
feeling the hot moisture of her arousal. The slightly ridged
walls of her tight pussy clutched at my finger as I slowly
inserted it. She shuddered as I spread her apart, and I leaned
forward to lick her again.
I twisted my finger inside her, pressing against the walls of her
vagina, and then withdrew it. Using both hands, I gently spread
her lips and licked the length of her slit, enjoying her reaction.
I flicked the tip of my tongue against her hooded clit, circling
it and making her gasp.
Pressing my lips against the top of her pussy, I sucked her inner
labia into my mouth, moving them against each other with my lips.
She shuddered as I nuzzled my lips against her mons, putting
pressure on the base of her clit. I pulled back and once again
admired her pussy. Her inner lips were already swollen and dark
pink, slick with my saliva and her lubricating juices.
By now, she was gyrating her hips, trying to get me to put
pressure on her clit. Her legs were shaking with suppressed
desire and I once again grinned to myself. I leaned forward and
darted my tongue into her opening, dragging it upward and
spreading her inner lips. At their junction, I flicked up under
the hood and felt the tip of her engorged glans.
She quivered and gasped as I began sucking on the protective hood
of her inner labia. I pressed my upper lip against the base of
her clit, enjoying the shudder it induced. Her hips were now
quaking with desire and need.
"Paul, pleeeeeeease."
I grinned mischievously to myself and kissed her mons lightly,
without any real pressure.
She bucked her hips against me, but I pulled my head back,
teasing her.
"God! Please, please, please, please," she hissed desperately.
I opened my mouth and placed my lips around her hooded clit,
feeling her wispy pubic hair tickle my nose, my cheeks, my lips.
I pressed my tongue against the base of her engorged pearl and
pressed down firmly, rotating it with small motions. She arched
her back and grabbed my head, holding me against her.
I circled her clit with my tongue, getting her hood slick with my
saliva. Then, I puckered my lips and sucked her inner labia into
my mouth, laving them with my tongue. I spread her open further
and began to lick her slit with long, slow strokes, spreading her
apart with the muscle of my tongue. She moaned as I flicked my
tongue up against her clit on each pass.
I moved my left hand around her leg and rested my palm against
her abdomen. With my thumb, I began tickling the base of her clit,
driving her wild. I pulled her hood back and exposed her pink
berry to the wet attentions of my tongue, causing her to gasp and
thrust her hips at me.
I licked her slit again, relishing the fresh lubrication her
pussy was providing. My thumb a mad blur on the base of her clit,
I began to lick and suck the exposed bundle of nerves. Her moan
rose in volume and I only licked harder. With a shriek, she came,
clamping her thighs around my head, holding me against her pussy
with strong muscles.
I rode her bucking hips as her orgasm built to a crescendo, my
thumb still dancing over the base of her clit. Her orgasm washed
over her like a tidal wave, her body quivering against me
deliciously.
Suddenly, her wail turned into a whimper as her clit retreated,
and she drew a deep, quivering breath. I stopped moving my thumb
and tongue at the same time, her clit far too sensitive to endure
any attention. I spared only moment's thought that Kendall might
have heard, returning my attention to Gina's shuddering pubis.
Her breathing was ragged and her hips jerked against me as she
finally relaxed her powerful thighs and released my head. I
grinned again and inhaled the musk of her orgasm. Her hips still
spasming, I kissed her mons, and then the crease between her leg
and pussy.
Lifting myself out of the cold water, I crawled up her body,
kissing as I went. She was still twitching with the aftershocks
from her orgasm, and her tanned and taut body was hypersensitive
and quaking with pleasure. I kissed between her breasts and then
up her neck.
She was incredibly warm and soft against my own water-chilled
skin, and I felt a pang of guilt for touching her. When I reached
her lips with my own, however, I banished all thoughts of guilt
as she threw her arms around my neck and pulled me to her. She
wrapped her legs around my hips and held me against her, clinging
to me as if her life depended on it.
Whimpering and still breathing in ragged gasps, she clutched me
tightly, burying her face against my warm neck. I held her as she
slowly came down from the high of her powerful orgasm, thoroughly
enjoying the feeling as her body slowly, exquisitely slowly,
relaxed.
She held me tight for at least five minutes, shivering and
trembling with the aftereffects of her tremendous orgasm. When
she let her head fall back to the towel-covered surface of the
boulder, she smiled drunkenly at me. I grinned wryly and kissed
her tenderly. When I pulled back from the kiss, she stared at me
in wonder, eyes sleepy and wide at the same time.
"I don't know what I've done to deserve you," I said softly, "but
I'm glad, whatever it was."
-----
Because of the cold water, and because I was concentrating on
Gina, my erection had subsided. My penis was limp as we finally
separated, some time later. I covertly looked at my watch and
realized that we only had about a half an hour before we'd have
to head down to collect our gear, and Kendall.
Instead of easing back into the water, I stretched and stepped to
the solid edge of the pool. Gina stood on wobbly legs and smiled
shyly at me. I extended my hand to her and she took it. She
gracefully stepped down from the boulder, bending down to
retrieve the towel as she reached solid ground.
We walked to our spread blanket, and she looked up at me with her
beautiful, liquid brown eyes; I felt my knees go weak. I brushed
the back of my finger along the line of her jaw and cupped my
hand around her neck, drawing her to me. We kissed, tenderly, and
her body melted against mine.
"I love you," I said, breathless after breaking the kiss.
She flowed into my arms, hugging me tightly, laying her head on
my chest. "I love you too," she whispered.
I caressed the line of her back, breathing in her scent and
enjoying the sun-heated warmth of her glossy black hair.
With a mischievous twinkle in her eye she slowly sank to her
knees. She sat back on her heels and pulled my hips toward her.
With her fingers, she tucked her hair behind her ears and leaned
forward, maintaining eye contact with me the entire time. My
penis twitched and she saw the motion out of her peripheral
vision. With a wicked smile, she kissed the tip of my slowly
expanding member.
She held my eyes and laughed, low and soft, and I felt her hot
breath bathe my cock. It twitched again and she kissed the rising
tip. She kissed me again as my penis slowly expanded toward its
full length. Once it was hard enough to jut out, she turned her
head and kissed my balls. The soft, smooth skin of her cheek
rubbed the underside of my cock and I shuddered.
Her hands still on my hips, she held me close, gently kissing and
licking my balls. The feeling of her breath washing over my
scrotum was incredibly arousing, and my cock quickly hardened
completely. She felt it and laughed again, causing me to shiver
with anticipation.
She kissed the base of my penis and slowly moved along my length
toward the tip, brushing me with her lips as she did. Kissing the
underside of my glans, she caught my eyes again and smiled. I
tried to pour all the love in my heart into my eyes as I looked
at her kneeling before me. She smiled again and closed her eyes,
capturing my head with her lips and sucking it gently.
My cock swelled further and she flicked the slit with her tongue.
I watched, mesmerized, as she opened her lips, eyes still closed,
and took more of my length into her mouth. When she had half of
me within her mouth, she clamped her lips tight about my shaft
and caressed me with her tongue.
I drew a deep, shuddering breath and exhaled slowly. The sight of
her beautiful, sun-browned face with her lips wrapped around my
cock threatened to overwhelm me. With exquisite patience, she
slowly dragged her tight lips back down my shaft, flicking her
tongue against the underside of my crown as she reached the end.
Her lips caught on the head of my cock, creating a delicious
sensation, as well as a highly arousing sight, and she pulled off
me completely. She kissed the wet tip and opened her eyes,
grinning up at me again. I felt my nostrils flare as I drew
another deep breath and tried to keep my desire from overwhelming
me.
She tilted her head again and licked the ridge along the
underside of my shaft, causing me to gasp in pleasure. She drew
her lips back up my tortured length and sucked at the head again.
Taking her hands off my hips, she opened her lips and sucked me
deeper into her mouth, laving her tongue over the sensitive tip.
I almost came--much earlier than I wanted to--as I watched her
cup her breasts and roll the nipples between her fingers. She
moaned around my cock and took me deeper. Clamping her lips
around me, halfway down the shaft, she sucked, her cheeks caving
in from the pressure.
My cock swelled in her mouth and she moaned again, the sensation
eliciting a moan from me as well. She closed her eyes and pulled
back, withdrawing my cock from her mouth. I shuddered as she
clamped her lips tight over the crown of my cock and sucked
gently, teasing the tip with her tongue.
Her eyes still closed, she opened her lips and took me into her
mouth again. I closed my own eyes and let my head fall back, lost
in the sensation created by her lips. She began taking long
strokes, taking me in her mouth and then pulling back, bobbing
her head back and forth on my shaft. I moaned and breathed
heavily through my nose, my lips closed tight as I savored the
sensations she was creating.
She sucked me steadily, caressing me with her tight lips and
questing tongue. And it wasn't long before I felt the pressure
building in my balls as they pulled tight against my body. With a
rush and groan, I came. I clamped my eyes shut tightly and
struggled to maintain my balance.
The first spurt took her by surprise, and I felt her start. She
moaned in pleasure as the second spurt gushed over her tongue,
and then held her lips tight around my girth. My sperm surged
into her mouth in a torrent and she made a surprised sound. I was
too lost in the moment, my ass clenched and muscles taut as I
came, bound up by the sensations in my groin.
When I finally finished spurting, I opened my eyes, seeing spots,
and quickly looked down. Gina opened her mouth and pulled back
slightly, swallowing as she did so. When she pulled back
completely, letting my slick cock slip from her lips, she closed
her mouth and swallowed again.
She looked up at me and laughed ruefully, squeezing unshed tears
from her eyes as she blinked. I panicked at the thought that I'd
hurt her, but relaxed when she blinked again and smiled up at me.
"I couldn't swallow fast enough," she said breathlessly.
My panic slowly subsided and I saw that my semen had leaked from
the corners of her mouth; there were two white trails of it on
her chin. It was an incredibly erotic sight.
She blinked again to clear her eyes and took me back in her mouth,
lavishing attention on my slowly deflating member. My hips jerked
spastically as she moved her tongue over the sensitive glans. She
noticed my sensitivity and concentrated on the shaft behind the
crown.
She sucked me gently, closing her eyes and breathing deeply
through her nose. I watched, enraptured, as she suckled my
shrinking cock. When she finally let my penis limply slip from
her lips, she sighed.
Looking up at me and smiling, she wiped first one, then the other
tendril of my come from her brown skin, sucking the white liquid
from her finger. She took a deep breath and then smiled at me,
eyes dancing.
I helped her to her feet and bent down to kiss her. She pressed
her luscious, tanned body against me and I tasted myself on her
lips. She kissed me tenderly and then pulled back. I wrapped my
arms around her and she laid her head on my chest.
We stood there like that for a long time, holding each other,
neither wanting to let go.
-----
"We need to be getting back," I said softly.
I felt her nod against my chest. She hugged me tightly, squeezing
my ribs and crushing her breasts against me. I closed my eyes and
simply enjoyed all the sensations and wonderful emotions she
produced in me.
Slowly, reluctantly, we parted. In silence, we gathered up our
things. With one last look at the pool, I shouldered the pack. I
reached out to her and put my arm around her shoulders. She
wrapped her own about my waist, and we began the walk down to the
tumbled-down rim wall.
-----
When we reached the flattop rock, Kendall sat up and smiled at us.
"Sounds like _someone_ had fun," Kendall said teasingly.
Gina and I both blushed. I guess that answered the question of
whether or not Kendall had heard Gina's orgasm.
Trying to change the subject through action, I began pulling
things out of the old army pack. Gina and Kendall quickly folded
the blankets and handed them to me. I stuffed them in the bottom
of the pack while the girls folded and rolled the towels. On top
of them went the remnants of our picnic lunch. Manfred had always
stressed the importance of leaving the quarry like we found it,
and we always took our trash with us.
The pack stuffed with our belongings and securely cinched shut, I
stood and looked at the two girls.
Gina turned to Kendall and leaned close. Kendall leaned down and
Gina whispered in her ear. Then Kendall nodded, blushing. When
Gina finished speaking, Kendall looked at me and grinned shyly.
"I think I'm gonna go take a look a little ways down the stream,
y'all," Kendall said, then suited action to words.
I watched her for a few seconds, puzzled, and then turned to Gina.
She grinned at me and lifted her chin. With a toss of her glossy
black hair, she put her feet together, at an angle, and pulled
her shoulders back. She looked for all the world like an exotic
Indian princess, and I was speechless. She almost seemed to be
posing for me. If I'd thought she was beautiful before, this was
something else entirely, something quite a bit more.
She was regal.
I was in awe.
Then her face dissolved into a wry grin and she turned serious.
Her expression invited me to come closer, and I did.
"What did you say to Kendall?"
"I told her that since this was our last time here, we'd like a
few minutes alone."
"Oh. Cool."
"She probably thinks we're Up To Something," she said with
another grin.
"Are we?" If we were, I hoped I could muster another erection
quickly. We needed to be getting back.
She grinned again and shook her head.
"Oh. Okay."
"I just wanted to take one last look," she said, fighting hard
not to tear up.
She lost the battle, and I moved to her, easily pulling her into
my arms. I enfolded her in my embrace and she clutched me tightly,
pressing her face against my chest. I stroked her back and just
held her quietly. I had to blink back tears of my own when I
thought of not seeing her for another year. With a sheer act of
will, I banished those thoughts, saving them for later, and
hugged her tight.
"I love you," I whispered, kissing the crown of her head.
"I love you so much."
We stood like that in silence for several minutes. Then, suddenly,
she pulled back and wiped her face, sniffling. She turned in my
arms, pressing her back against my chest, and leaned her head
against my shoulder.
I wrapped my hands around her midriff and she placed her own over
them. As one, we looked around the quarry. I pressed my cheek
against the silky top of her head and squeezed her gently. I
never wanted to let her go, but I knew I had to.
With a sigh, we stepped apart and took one last, lingering look.
Then I shouldered the pack and extended my hand to her. She laced
her fingers between my own and we headed off to catch up with
Kendall.
The hike back to the camp was made in silence, each of us wrapped
in thoughts of our own.
-----
We got back to the camp right on time, although we'd had to pick
up the pace toward the end of the hike. Gina kissed Kendall on
the cheek and thanked her. With a smile and a wave, Kendall
headed off to find her own family at their RV.
When Gina and I entered the clubhouse, our families were both
just sitting down to dinner. We saw, with shared surprise, that
they had pulled three tables together, forming one long one, and
were all getting ready to sit down together.
"Welcome back," Elizabeth said. She gave Gina a hug and smiled at
me.
"We thought, since this was our last night together," Mom
explained, "that we'd all eat together."
Gina and I looked at each other and tried not to blush. Erin and
Leah finished bringing the food to the table and we all sat down.
Dinner was lively with all nine of us at the table. Gina and I
mostly let the conversation flow around us, content to hold hands
out of sight under the table.
After dinner, the girls all made quick work of the clean up, and
our folks went to sit on the couches. Erin and Leah went to
another table to play a game, but Gina and I quickly got the idea
that we were invited to join our parents, and Kara, on the
couches.
Mom and Dad sat at the end of one couch and Gina's parents took
seats at the end of a facing couch. Kara sat at the other end of
the couch her parents were on, while Gina and I took the other
end of the one my parents occupied.
Dad put his arm around Mom and she leaned against him. Gina's dad
did the same with her mom, and then everyone looked at us.
I grinned sheepishly and lifted my arm. With a grin of her own,
Gina tucked her feet under her and eagerly snuggled against me.
It felt awkward sitting there with our parents so close, but she
felt so natural against me that I quickly got over my uneasiness.
Once again, we let the conversation flow around us, lost in our
own world. Kara smiled and winked at me as I looked up, and I
blushed again. Gina merely laid her head against my shoulder and
idly rubbed her hand along my thigh. I was decidedly thankful
that I had come so many times that day. If I hadn't, I was
sincerely worried that I might've gotten an erection, simply from
the touch of her hand on my leg.
Shortly after dark, Kara yawned and said she was going to head up
to bed. Seeing Gina's eyes drooping, her mother suggested she go
to bed as well.
"You'll make sure she gets to the cabin, Paul?" Elizabeth asked
me.
Mom smiled at me as I nodded.
I stood up and helped Gina to her feet at the same time. She went
to kiss her parents goodnight, and Mom motioned me down. She
kissed me on the cheek and smiled at me.
"I think we're going to go for a walk by the lake with Chris and
Elizabeth," Mom said.
I nodded, getting sleepy myself, and reached for Gina. She took
my hand and we headed into the night. The walk to her cabin, with
only the sound of the crickets to accompany us, was made in
silence. We were both very tired from all the day's activities. I
smiled inwardly and put my arm around her. She put her own about
my waist and we simply enjoyed each other's presence.
I walked her onto her porch, where she looked at me drowsily. I
grinned and lifted her chin with a finger. She closed her eyes
and parted her lips. I kissed her tenderly, holding her face with
my hands. We parted and I rubbed her cheek with my thumb,
relishing the feeling of her satin-smooth skin.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too."
"Good night."
"Sleep tight," I said.
She stood on tiptoe to kiss me again. Her mouth was soft and
sweet against my own, and I longed to pull her against me and
kiss her harder. But I kept my emotions in check, and with a
half-suppressed yawn, she turned to enter the cabin.
When she was safely inside, I turned to head to our own cabin.
Erin was already asleep, and I made sure to be quiet as I entered.
I flicked the porch light on for Mom and Dad, and shut the cabin
door. I went to the bathroom and left the light on, pulling the
door almost closed. That would give my folks enough light to see
by, but wouldn't keep me awake.
I climbed the ladder to my bunk and was asleep almost before my
head hit the pillow.
-----
The next morning, I woke up and listened to the morning birds,
staring at the ceiling of the cabin, several feet above my head.
Gina's family was leaving. I wouldn't see her for another year.
My mouth was suddenly dry and I started to panic. What if she met
someone else? Someone at her high school? What if she came back
next year and didn't like me? What if...?
I laced my fingers behind my head and tried to settle down. If
she met someone else, I'd... Well, I didn't know what I'd do. A
myriad of things played through my imagination. Unfortunately, I
was cursed by having a vivid imagination. Times like these.
I listened distractedly as Erin got up and went to the bathroom.
I heard her brush her hair and then quietly open the cabin door.
She left it open, and I could feel the early morning breeze and
smell the world of the pine forest as the night's dew quickly
burned off.
I shoved my panicked thoughts aside and rolled toward the ladder.
I was so distracted that I hadn't even noticed as my morning
erection went limp. With a start, I saw that Mom and Dad were
still in bed. They must've gotten in very late indeed; my dad was
usually an early riser.
I climbed down the ladder as quietly as I could, used the
bathroom, and then headed for the clubhouse.
When I got there, Erin was just sitting down with some toast. I
fixed myself a bowl of cereal and joined her.
"Morning," I said as I sat down.
She looked at me suspiciously. I secretly chuckled when she
realized I'd meant it. "Morning," she said, hesitantly.
"What're you doing today?"
She looked at me like I had two heads. "Nothing," she said
evasively.
"That's cool."
I took another bite of cereal and covertly watched her. She was
confused. I was being nice to her. Well, at least I wasn't
picking on her. And she didn't know what to make of it.
"The Coulters are leaving today," I said.
"Yeah, so is Trish's family."
"Dwight and Karen?"
"Yeah." She took another bite of toast, slowly warming to the
conversation.
"So, you wanna hang out together after they leave?" I asked
offhandedly.
She stopped chewing and looked at me like I had _four_ heads.
I chuckled. "Yeah, I'm serious. I thought we both might be kinda
bored. We can keep each other company after everyone leaves."
"I guess," she said warily. I could tell that she still suspected
that I was Up To Something.
"Cool."
We both turned to our breakfast. She was confused. I was trying
to concentrate on anything but how I really felt.
-----
Gina and her family came down for breakfast after Erin and I had
finished eating. Mom and Dad came down shortly after that. Mom
and Dad joined Gina's parents for breakfast and Kara and Leah
joined us. I scooted my chair over and pulled another one next to
it. Gina smiled and sat next to me with a plate of toast, while
her sisters took the remaining two chairs.
Trish came over to the table and Erin and Leah left with her.
Kara gave Gina a wink and me a smile, excusing herself early.
Gina didn't eat much, and neither of us spoke for a while.
"You wanna go somewhere where we can just hang out?" I asked.
She nodded morosely.
I realized that I desperately needed to find someplace where we'd
still be close to camp, but we'd be able to have some privacy.
The only place I could think of was our cabin. It didn't have the
most privacy in the world, but it was a far cry better than the
clubhouse.
"I think I know where we can go," I said, more confidently than I
felt.
She nodded and we stood at the same time.
We walked to the table where our parents were just finishing
coffee and they all looked up at us.
"We didn't really want to do much today," I said by way of
explanation. "So we thought we'd maybe hang out at our cabin. If
that's okay."
Our moms shared a look whose meaning I didn't understand.
"Gina, will you help me clear these dishes?" Elizabeth asked, her
clipped British accent light, but her tone clearly indicating
that it was much more than a simple request.
My mom stood as well, smiling at me. Gina nodded and began to
help her mother with the coffee cups and other breakfast dishes.
Mom put her arm through mine and steered me toward the couches,
and some privacy. I watched over my shoulder as Gina and her mom
walked toward the kitchen counter, wondering what was going on.
"You remember the talk we had yesterday morning?" Mom asked.
You mean the one where you freaked me out talking about me and
Gina having sex? I kept that thought to myself. In my best
noncommittal voice, I said, "I guess."
"You guess? Or you remember?" she asked, pressing the point.
"I remember."
She stopped walking and looked up at me. "Has... anything... changed
since we talked?"
I narrowed my eyes. "Like... what?"
Her eyes softened and she turned to face me. "Paul, your dad and
I really like Gina. And Chris and Elizabeth like you. She's their
daughter and they want her to be happy. But they want to protect
her."
I started to scowl.
"Not," she quickly amended, "that they think they need to protect
her from you."
I relaxed. Slightly.
"We talked about it last night, the four of us, and..."
They talked about us? About what? What did Mom know? What did she
suspect? What did Gina's parents know? What...?
"Paul."
I focused on Mom and began to worry as I saw her serious
expression.
"We talked about it last night and decided that you two could
have the morning to yourselves. We trust you two to be
responsible. You understand?"
I nodded slowly. Warily.
"And we're treating you like adults. But being treated like an
adult means there are adult consequences. Do you understand?"
I blushed and tried to look away. Why did we have to have this
conversation now?
"Paul. I'm serious. Chris and Elizabeth want Gina to make her own
decisions." She paused to let that sink in. "Your dad and I want
you to make your own decisions too. But that means that you and
Gina will have to be responsible. Part of being an adult is being
responsible for your actions. And thinking about them beforehand.
As well as the consequences of those actions. Do you understand?"
I nodded.
"Do you?" she repeated, looking into my eyes.
I held hers with my own and nodded soberly.
"Good. We're going to trust you two to be responsible. Don't
abuse that trust."
I nodded again, curtly.
"So I'll ask you again. Have you and Gina changed your minds
since our conversation yesterday morning?"
She wasn't going to let me go until she got an answer. I honestly
didn't know what she'd do if I said yes. The answer, of course,
was still no; Gina and I hadn't decided to have sex, she still
wasn't ready. But I was tremendously embarrassed by Mom even
asking the question. And I was desperate not to let my
embarrassment show.
Reluctantly, I shook my head.
"Good," Mom said.
"Mom?"
"Yes, dear?"
I looked at her open face, searching for the answer to the
question I was about to ask. "What if I'd said yes?"
She smiled gently. "Then we'd've talked about taking reasonable
precautions and being responsible."
"But you'd still let us be alone?" I asked, almost incredulous.
"Probably." She turned us around so we were facing the kitchen
and hooked her arm through my own. "Unless Gina's mother got a
different answer than I did."
I looked up in horror and realized that Gina and her mother were
having a serious, and quiet, discussion in the kitchen. Gina
looked as sober and shocked as I did. Her mother looked up as we
turned and locked eyes with Mom. Out of the corner of my eye, I
saw Mom shake her head minutely. My eyes darted back to Gina's
mom and she shook her head as well. Then she smiled and said
something to Gina. Gina's face lit up and she looked at me,
beaming.
I turned to Mom and searched her face again. "You two set this
up?"
She nodded, completely unconcerned. "Your dad and I thought it
best that I talk to you."
"Dad knows?" I asked, my voice a strangled squeak.
"Yes," she answered matter-of-factly. "And so does Gina's
father."
I wanted to die. I wanted to find someplace quiet and just die.
"We love you, Paul," she said gently, holding my eyes with her
own. "Gina's parents love her too. And we trust you. We all want
you two to be happy, and responsible. So yes, you two can hang
out in the cabin. By yourselves."
With that, she turned to the table where our fathers were still
seated. She smiled and nodded. I looked at Dad and he smiled at
me as he stood. Mom stood on tip-toes and kissed my cheek.
"I love you, honey," Mom said.
"I love you too, Mom," I replied absently.
She released my arm and walked toward my dad. Gina's mom had
joined her husband, and the four of them walked out of the
clubhouse together. Gina looked at me, eyes big and round. I
smiled at her as she walked toward me.
"Did you just have the weirdest conversation in the world?" I
asked, still shocked.
She swallowed hard and nodded. "Completely."
We walked up the hill to my family's cabin in silence. We didn't
even hold hands. I guess we were both still a little shocked. I
knew I certainly was. And judging by Gina's contemplative silence,
she was as well.
With a start, I realized that we would get to spend the morning
together. By ourselves. I was still reeling from the conversation
with Mom, but the possibilities began to play out in my head and
I smiled to myself.
-----
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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
Part: Chapter 14
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mF, teen, oral
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Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
by Nick Scipio
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
When we woke, early that morning, the sun's first rays were
peeking through the pines.
"Wake up, sleepyhead," Mom said from beside me.
"It's too early," I moaned.
"I know it is, honey, but I don't want Erin to come back to the
cabin and see us... together."
"I guess."
"Thank you for last night," she said, quietly disentangling
herself from the sheets.
I smiled. "Thank you too."
She stood and reached down to pull me out of bed. I extended my
hand and felt the warmth of her grasp. When I stood beside her,
she looked up at me seriously.
"Thank you for your promise, Paul."
I nodded and smiled sadly.
She stood on tiptoe and gave me a quick, and chaste, kiss on the
cheek.
"Now... do you know what you want for breakfast?" she asked
cheerfully.
"Another couple hours of sleep?" I asked, yawning.
She frowned at me playfully.
I grinned at her, "Pancakes?"
"Pancakes it is!"
"I'm gonna take a shower first," I said.
"With no hot water?"
"You'd be surprised how fast you get used to it," I replied
glibly.
"Okay. Breakfast'll be ready in about fifteen minutes."
"Thanks."
She opened the cabin door and pushed open the screen door. I
watched for a while as she walked down the hill, then turned to
take a shower. The water was cold, and shocking, and just what I
really needed. It cleared my head quickly. I lathered and rinsed
hastily, not wanting to spend too much time under the cold spray.
I dried off, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and headed down to
the clubhouse.
-----
The damage from the storm wasn't as bad as the one from two weeks
before. There were the usual pine needles and small branches, but
nothing larger than my index finger. While it had rained just as
hard, there hadn't been high winds.
The day was shaping up to be a beautiful one, not a cloud in the
sky and cooler after the storm. After our early breakfast, I shot
a couple of games of pool by myself. Mom had gone up to the cabin
to get her toiletries and when she came back, I enjoyed watching
her lather herself up in the open shower area opposite the game
tables.
After a couple of games, Gina and her mom came in. Gina saw me
and came over to talk and I stopped playing.
"Hey," she said.
"Hey yourself," I said with a smile.
She grinned bashfully.
"I really had a lot of fun yesterday."
"Me too."
Her shy grin threatened to melt me. I wanted to tell her that I
wanted to do it again. Immediately. In my mind, I relived the hug
she'd given me yesterday, enjoying every nuance of the memory.
"What?" she asked, seeing my expression change.
It was my turn to grin bashfully. "Nothing."
"Oh."
"You wanna play?" I asked, indicating the table.
"Yeah."
"Gina?" her mom called from across the clubhouse.
She pouted, beautifully, and shrugged. "Yeah, I do want to play,
but I can't. I gotta go grocery shopping with my mom."
Opening my mouth to speak, I froze. She looked at me expectantly,
and I shut it again with a grin, blushing. "Have fun."
She nodded, resigned. Then her face brightened. "See you when I
get back?"
I smiled quickly, bobbing my head enthusiastically.
She grinned again and turned toward her expectant mother, tossing
her hair and waving over her shoulder.
I returned to my game, mostly. I might have been hitting the cue
ball, but the entire time I was watching Gina. She was so
beautiful that my heart ached. I kept thinking about what Mom had
told me. Thinking and hoping. Hoping and thinking.
I hung around the clubhouse a while after Gina and her mom left,
and eventually decided to head down to the lake. Manfred and
Jenny were nowhere to be found, so I decided I'd see what kind of
fun I could find by myself.
-----
I was walking down the hill when I met Susan coming the other way.
"Morning," she said brightly.
"Hi. Sorry I never made it back yesterday."
"It's no problem. How'd your mom take the news?"
"She wasn't real happy," I said, "but there wasn't much she could
do about it. So I guess we'll see Dad on Tuesday. Are you looking
for Mom?"
She shook her head. "I was actually looking for you."
"Me?"
"Mmm hmm. I wanted to see if you'd help me clean up the courtyard.
You interested?"
"You mean clean up the courtyard as in sweep up and generally
straighten things up? Or clean up the courtyard as in...," I asked,
making a vague gesture with my hands, "something else?"
She grinned mischievously. "Maybe a little of both?"
"That's cool and all," I said, "and I'm happy to help clean
things up. But can we maybe talk instead?"
"Are you okay?" she asked, concern coloring her voice.
"Yeah, I think so," I said. "I've just got a lot on my mind, and
you're the only person I can talk to about most of it."
She put her arm through mine and turned me toward her house. We
walked the entire way there in silence. I guess she had decided
to let me start where I wanted to. When we got to her house, I
noticed idly that the courtyard did indeed need a good picking-up.
But we went straight into the house. The cool of the air
conditioning was subdued because the air temperature outside was
lower than usual, but it still felt good to get in out of the
humidity.
"You want something to drink?" she asked.
I shook my head.
"C'mon back?" She indicated the back of the house.
I nodded and followed her to her bedroom. She left the door open
but gestured for me to have a seat. I sat on the edge of the bed
while she crawled up to sit cross-legged on one side. She did
keep her bikini bottoms on, I noticed, which gave me the feeling
that she was taking me seriously.
I absent-mindedly scooted up the bed and lay down next to her. I
was already thinking about how to begin. As I lay back, I tried
to compose my thoughts.
"I'm sorry about not coming back yesterday. I wanted to, but..." I
knew I was stalling. But it seemed a good enough place to start.
"I understand," she said gently.
"After I told Mom about Dad, she fixed me lunch. And then Gina
found me, and she and I, and Manfred and Jenny, went hiking. And
then when we got back it was dinnertime, and then, well..."
"I wondered what had happened to you, but I figured you'd get
back here when you could."
I nodded and then lapsed into a contemplative silence. And then,
almost suddenly, I said, "Mom and I had sex last night." Out of
the corner of my eye I could see the surprise on her face. "Erin
was staying with the Jordans, and... well... it just sorta happened."
I told her about everything. She listened quietly, just letting
me get my story out. She didn't interrupt or fidget or ask
questions. Lying there in Susan's bed, telling her about the
events of the night before was sort of a catharsis for me. A way
for me to come to terms with the changes in my life that had
occurred so rapidly. After I finished telling her, we both sat
there in silence for several minutes. She knew I'd speak when I
was ready.
"I think she's right," I said quietly.
"About what?"
"About the two of us not having sex." Susan knew I was talking
about Mom, not her.
"Why do you think she's right?"
"I can't explain it really. I saw the look in her eyes. I heard
her voice. I knew." I looked at Susan, trying to will her to
understand.
She nodded.
"A lot of people say doing this or that is wrong, but they can't
tell you why it's wrong. You know?"
She nodded again.
"I guess there are some things that aren't really wrong in
general, but they're wrong for the people involved. Does that
make sense?" I asked.
"Yes."
"I know she enjoyed last night, but I also know that she couldn't
have sex with me. I don't know how I know that, but I just do," I
said softly. "I mean, she told me she couldn't, but I know it now.
I mean really know it. You know?" I paused for a moment to
collect my thoughts. "Am I making any sense at all?!" I asked,
looking at her pleadingly.
When I looked up at Susan, I saw that she had tears in her eyes.
I didn't understand why, but I smiled up at her and put my palm
against her cheek. She closed her eyes, squeezing a single tear
out of each one, and put her own hand over mine.
"Sometimes I forget how young you are," she said in a voice thick
with emotion. Then she opened her eyes and wiped her face,
sniffling.
"And I think I know what you meant when you were trying to tell
me," I continued, "about the difference between loving someone
and being in love with someone." I was silent for a moment,
thinking about it. "I love Mom, and I love you, but I don't think
I'm in love," I said. "I thought I was, but now I'm not so sure."
Susan smiled at me again and put her hand on my shoulder. Neither
of us moved or spoke for several minutes. My thoughts were a
chaotic mess. I was trying to sort out my feelings for Mom and
Susan, not to mention Gina, or Stacy.
"Why do you think Stacy likes me so much?" I suddenly blurted out,
thinking about the young woman.
"What makes you ask that?" Susan asked, blinking at the apparent
non sequitur.
"I dunno. She really does like me, I think. She said that I make
her feel safe."
"Probably because you're not a man," Susan said.
I frowned. "Huh?"
"All the men in her life have been complete shits. She's been
beaten down, but she's come out the other side pretty strong."
I nodded.
"And I think she reached a time in her life when she needed a man,
but she was afraid of getting hurt. So you're perfect for her."
"I don't understand."
"Well... It's probably a lot more complicated that this, but
basically you're nice to her, you don't treat her badly, and
you've got the right equipment."
I blinked at her, still confused.
"You remember when she said she thought she hated men?"
I nodded.
"But she realized that she didn't really?"
I nodded again.
"I think she wanted the man, wanted the sex, but didn't want the
kind of man she'd had in her life. So you're not yet a man, an
adult man," she hastily corrected, "but you can give her what she
needs right now. And she doesn't feel threatened."
"So she's afraid of men, but she's not afraid of me?"
"Basically, yes. I think."
"But I'm a man too. Or I'm close enough," I said with a touch of
indignation.
"Yes, you are," she said, smiling at me. "But you're not the kind
of man that she knew before. You're not like Randy, or her
father."
"So she just likes the sex?" I asked.
"You tell me!"
She was teasing me with her eyes and I blushed furiously.
"No, I think it's more than that. But I don't know if she
realizes it yet," Susan said. "I think you're showing her that
there are caring and thoughtful men out there in the world.
That's important to her, whether she realizes it or not."
I blushed again.
Susan grinned at me wryly. "Didn't realize that screwing her
brains out was actually important, did you?!"
I think I blushed two or three shades deeper.
"And speaking of screwing someone's brains out," she said,
lifting her hips to slide her bikini bottoms off. "If you're done
talking, I think I need to have a certain helpful young man screw
my brains out."
"As a matter of fact, I wasn't done talking yet, thank you very
much," I said with as much feigned tartness as I could.
She saw that I was teasing and stuck out her tongue at me. And I
was teasing, mostly. I'd wanted to talk to her about Gina, but I
decided that that conversation could wait until later.
Susan quickly moved around toward my legs, leaned forward, and
wrapped her warm lips around my still-flaccid penis. She could
easily fit the whole thing in her mouth, and did so quickly. As
her tongue danced over my sensitive dick, however, I quickly
became aroused. In seconds, I was completely hard and she was
teasing me with her mouth.
I raised my head and looked down at her. Her lips forming an "O"
around the head of my penis, she locked eyes with me and winked.
She was in a teasing mood, and I suddenly wasn't.
I waited for her to take me completely in her mouth, but she
didn't. She kept circling my glans with her tongue. I jerked my
hips up at her, trying to get her to swallow more of my erection.
I looked down my torso at her and she winked at me again.
Sitting up quickly, I grasped her shoulders. I unceremoniously
pulled her up the bed and rolled her onto her back. The whole
time, she was grinning at me. I don't know why my mood had
suddenly shifted, but all I wanted to do now was to fuck her. And
when all she wanted to do was tease me, I guess I kind of snapped.
"You know what happens when you tease me?" I asked, lifting her
ankle and kneeling between her spread legs.
"Tease you?" she asked, batting her eyelashes as innocently as
she could.
"Yes. Tease me," I said, grasping the base of my penis and aiming
it at her pussy.
"Was I teasing you?"
I growled and rammed my erection into her. Her eyes flew wide and
her mouth opened in surprise. I withdrew and quickly slammed into
her again. As she stared at me, still in shock, I began slamming
into her.
"Sometimes..."
_Slam._
"I'm..."
_Slam._
"Not..."
_Slam._
"In..."
_Slam._
"The..."
_Slam._
"Mood."
Susan closed her eyes and bit her lip, my sustained thrusts
jarring her against the pillows behind her head. Without slowing
my pace, I grabbed her ankles and raised them over my shoulders,
spreading her wider and tilting her hips up to meet my thrusts.
She was now moaning each time I penetrated her. I kept ramming
myself into her as I pushed her legs back further, folding her
almost in half. Holding them with my arms, I leaned forward and
continued pounding into her, burying my dick all the way to the
root with each stroke.
Her face was a mask of pleasure as I pounded my cock into her,
hell-bent on coming within the depths of her pussy. Her moaning
was almost constant, punctuated only as I slammed into her and
knocked the breath from her lungs. Finally, I felt my imminent
release and thrust into her one final time. With a moan of my own,
I came. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as spurt after
spurt of my semen filled her.
We lay like that, her bent nearly double beneath me, for a few
minutes, simply panting from the intensity of our coupling.
Finally, I lifted first one arm and then the other, letting her
straighten her legs somewhat. I was still fairly hard, and still
buried inside her.
"Wow," she said.
"Yeah." I swallowed hard. "Sorry. I don't know where that came
from," I said sheepishly.
"Mmmmm. I don't care where it came from. I enjoyed it." With that,
she clamped her legs around my hips, holding me against her. "I
love feeling you inside me," she said with a languid smile.
As if my energy had drained out of me through my penis, I
suddenly felt my arms go rubbery. I quickly pulled my knees up to
get a better base and virtually collapsed on top of her. I felt
her nipples poke my chest as I slid my forearms under her
shoulders and supported myself on my knees and elbows. Susan
wrapped her arms around me and I dropped my head into the hollow
of her neck, still breathing heavily.
We stayed like that for many minutes, simply enjoying the contact
between our bodies.
Eventually, Susan broke the spell.
"I love the way you stay so hard inside me," she said.
I lifted my head and gazed down into her eyes. "You do?"
She smiled and nodded.
"Then you should definitely like this," I said, and began rocking
my hips back and forth.
Because of the position we were in, I couldn't get much travel.
And because of the angle, I couldn't get very deep. But what I
could do seemed to excite her. Susan closed her eyes again and
breathed deeply through her nose, her lips closed tightly with
pleasure.
My cock quickly returned to full hardness as I gently thrust
within her, a marked contrast compared to the pounding I'd only
recently administered. She clutched me tightly and began
thrusting her hips up to meet my strokes. I heard her ragged
breathing in my ear as her pleasure built toward its climax.
I felt her pussy begin to contract around my cock, and I began
thrusting against her clenching muscles as hard as I could. With
an explosive moan, she tightened her legs around my hips and
thrust against me one final time. Her pussy clenched around my
shaft and sent me over the edge. Though it was less intense than
my earlier orgasm, I closed my eyes tightly and rode the waves of
pleasure flowing from my penis.
Susan's pussy spasmed again, seeming to milk my penis and then
she relaxed, breathing heavily. My erection, having done its
pleasurable duty twice, finally began to shrink.
I pushed myself up on my arms, pulled my knees forward, then sat
back on my haunches. I looked down to where our bodies were still
joined, amazed at how swollen and pink her labia were. I marveled
at the sight of my penis splitting her open, her inner lips puffy
and pink as well. Slowly, ever so slowly, I began to withdraw my
diminishing erection from her pussy. Susan moaned again as my
softening length slid out of her.
When the tip of my penis finally eased free of her grasping pussy,
a gush of our combined juices trickled from her swollen lips,
running down to pool on the bedspread. Once again, I had
literally filled her to overflowing with my come. I put my palms
on her up-thrust knees and smiled at her. She smiled drowsily in
return.
I rolled to the side and flopped onto my back next to her. Susan
rolled over, lifted my arm around her shoulders, pressed herself
against my side, and laid her head on my chest. We stayed like
that for a long, languorous, wonderful time.
-----
I don't know how long we dozed together, but when I opened my
eyes, I could tell it was early afternoon. I felt Susan stirring
next to me and turned to look at her. She blinked her eyes open,
yawned sheepishly, and then smiled at me.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi."
"You feel like a shower?"
I nodded. Even though I'd taken a shower earlier, I'd already
learned something important at the tender age of fifteen. If an
attractive woman asks if you'd like to take a shower with her,
there really is only one answer. Yes.
In addition to a large bathtub, Susan had a walk-in shower in her
master bathroom. It was quite a bit larger than the shower in the
hall bathroom. When I looked around, I marveled at the number of
bottles that she had on her counter and in the shower. There were
soaps, lotions, creams, oils, and a host of other products. I
realized with a rueful grin that smooth skin and healthy hair
actually took quite a bit of effort.
Susan turned on the water and stepped into the large stall. I
stepped in after her and closed the door behind us. She
luxuriated under the warm spray, letting it sluice over her neck
and shoulders. With a guilty smile, she stepped aside so I could
immerse myself.
When we finished the shower, she opened the door and grabbed two
large, fluffy bath towels. I noticed with a wry smile that the
towels in her bathroom were much nicer than the ones in the hall
bathroom. We stepped out of the shower and I eyed the bathtub.
Susan noticed the direction of my glance and arched an eyebrow at
me.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Oh, nothing."
"Okay."
"Well, maybe..." I said.
She grinned at me and I blushed.
"Do you shave every day?"
She nodded.
"Do you think, maybe... um... Maybe one day, that... um... I could try?"
"If you'd like," she said.
I nodded enthusiastically.
"Sunday," she said thoughtfully. "I like to take a nice long bath
on Sunday."
I nodded enthusiastically again.
We finished toweling off and Susan smiled at me.
"I have to get some work done" she said seriously. "I've got a
meeting with my accountant next week and I have a lot of
paperwork to get ready. So you," she said with an insouciant grin,
"need to go do whatever it is you do when you're not satisfying
my desires."
I grinned at her like an idiot.
"Run along now," she said with mock sternness. "Shoo!"
Still grinning like the village half-wit, I gave her a quick kiss
on the cheek and headed for the door.
The rest of that day was as normal as they come. Manfred, Jenny,
and Gina were at the lake. They had co-opted the raft for
themselves and I quickly joined them. We spent the rest of the
afternoon just being teenagers. With all that had happened in my
life I really enjoyed being a kid, if only for a few hours.
-----
The next day, Saturday, several new families arrived. I knew some
of them, because they had kids my age, but not all. There were
three families that I didn't know that well, if at all; all with
younger kids. For the most part, they were average people with
average kids, boys and girls, from about age three to eight.
The one couple that stood out among this influx were Kevin and
Leigh. They had been here the year before, and both of them stood
out. Kevin was short; shorter than me. And he looked like an
accountant, with glasses and a crew cut. Every time I looked at
him, I chuckled to myself and wondered where his pocket protector
was. The thing that really stood out about him, however, was his
dick. Even soft, it was bigger than mine when I was hard. I could
only imagine what it would look like when he was erect. Needless
to say, Terri Dunbar (the short blond from under the counter) was
very friendly with him.
Where Kevin was short and kind of nerdish, his wife Leigh was
another matter entirely. She was a petite, beautiful redhead,
less than five feet tall. Her flaming red hair fell in waves over
her shoulders, with a flaming red triangle of pubic hair to go
with it. She had the fair complexion and green eyes to match, and
seemed to use sunblock in gallon lots. She didn't tan so much as
her freckles grew together. Leigh, for all her petite stature,
had just about the biggest breasts I'd ever seen on a women her
size. They looked like rocket nose cones, with large areolas and
very pronounced nipples. If she weighed 110 pounds, I'd be
shocked; and I think a substantial portion of that would've been
her boobs.
Kevin and Leigh were nice people, had really well-behaved kids,
and most everyone liked them. I liked them, they had always
talked to me like an adult. But I couldn't help staring at either
of them whenever I got the chance. Wow!
There were two other families who arrived that day. They had kids
my age, and had been to the camp before, so I knew them both.
Tom and Myra had twins, a boy and a girl, named Thomas and
Theresa. Myra was a willowy blond who looked like she was only a
few steps away from being a flower child. She was really sweet,
but she always talked to me like I was on the same weird planet
she was. It didn't really bother me all that much, though; she
talked to everyone like that. Thomas and Theresa, fourteen, both
looked like Myra. They were fun to hang around with if I couldn't
find Manfred or Gina, but they had this annoying habit of
finishing each other's sentences.
The other family was the Paytons, Adam and Melissa. Adam was a
tall, beefy cop. He and his family always came to camp in their
Winnebago. Adam's wife Melissa was taller than me, with straight
brown hair and amazing breasts. They looked like something out of
a Vargas painting; large, round, and firm. Their daughter,
Kendall, looked just like a younger version of her mother; tall,
with lustrous brown hair, large breasts, and long, long legs. I
didn't know exactly how old Kendall was, I guessed eighteen or
nineteen, but she was about the prettiest girl I'd ever seen.
Way out of my league.
Their son Drew was fourteen. He was actually pretty cool to hang
out with; when we could pry him away from the thirteen-year-old
girls. As soon as their RV pulled up in front of the clubhouse,
Erin and Trish were off like shots, to find Jill and Leah.
The fact that the whole family was just really attractive always
kind of put me off. They were nice enough people, I guess
(although Adam kind of scared me), but I just never talked to
them much. Kendall was one of those girls that you worship from
afar, Manfred and I both knew it. I much preferred the company of
Gina, and I had no doubts about who Manfred would pick to spend
time with.
For all the influx of people, that Saturday was a fairly normal
day. I knew Susan was trying to get her paperwork together for
her meeting, so I left her alone. I knew I'd see her on Sunday.
I was really looking forward to Sunday.
-----
The next morning, I was up early. I quickly headed down to the
clubhouse and ate a bowl of cereal. I knew it was probably still
too early to head over to Susan's, so I reluctantly goofed off in
the clubhouse.
One of the year-round residents, Mr. Kershaw, got up real early
on Sunday mornings and drove to town, where he'd buy a bunch of
copies of the Sunday paper. When he returned to the camp, he'd
deliver them to some of the other full-time residents and leave
the remainder in the clubhouse for everyone else.
I picked up one of the papers and sat at a back table, reading
about the world outside the camp. I found, however, that I was
doing more people-watching than reading. I don't know why, but
I'd always enjoyed watching people go about their everyday lives.
Finally, I judged that it was time to head over to Susan's. I
tried to be nonchalant about it, but I think I must've made it
from the clubhouse to her house in record time.
Susan answered the door when I knocked and quickly invited me.
"Morning," she said.
I just grinned.
"My, aren't we eager this morning?"
I blushed, nodding enthusiastically.
Susan laughed at the expression on my face. I was in too good a
mood to be put off by her teasing.
"C'mon back, then. I'll run the bath."
When I got to her bedroom, I saw the remains of a bagel and a
glass of juice on her bed stand. The unmade bed was covered with
this morning's newspaper.
"Mr. Kershaw brings you a newspaper?" I asked, then mentally
kicked myself. Of course he'd bring her a paper, you idiot, I
thought to myself.
"Mmm hmm," she said, already headed for the bathroom.
Her bathtub was a large cast-iron affair with big claw and ball
feet. She adjusted the water temperature and filled it only a
little before she called me into the bathroom.
"Here you go," she said, handing me a disposable razor, fresh
from the pack. "I think it'll be easier for you to shave me if
the tub's not full yet. You go ahead and get in first, by the
spigot."
I quickly obliged her, sinking into the warm water slowly filling
the tub. I spread my legs as she climbed in and slowly leaned
back against the back of the tub. As she settled in, she reached
over to the stand next to the tub and retrieved a bottle of bath
oil. She poured a little into the slowly rising water. With her
hand, she roiled the water and then wet her pussy.
With the water nice and sudsy between us, she looked up at me.
"It's easier to do this by feel than by sight," she said, taking
my hand and placing it against her mons.
I gently ran my fingers over her flesh, and I could feel the
slight stubble of growth. I nodded and she continued.
"Make sure the razor is wet before you start. Press down firmly
enough to do the trick; you only want to go over each area a
couple of times. Don't press too hard though, just enough to make
good contact."
I nodded again.
"First, feel the area with your fingertips, to tell which
direction the hair is growing. Shave with the hair on the first
pass, then against the growth on the second. Then, feel it with
your fingertips again, you'll be able to tell if you got
everything. Okay?"
I nodded, grinning in anticipation.
Susan laughed in tolerant amusement then lifted her hips out of
the water.
I wet the razor, as directed, and began shaving the top of her
mons. I felt along afterward and could easily tell that I hadn't
pressed down hard enough. I guess that was better than pressing
down too hard. I made another pass with the razor and quickly
felt that I'd done better this time.
I rinsed the razor out, like I'd seen my father do hundreds of
times when I'd watched him shave, and drew it over her mons again.
The second stroke was better, and I quickly got the hang of it.
In short order, I had her mons shaved smooth.
"Be careful shaving my labia," Susan cautioned. "The easiest
thing to do is to shave down the sides, and then out from the
slit."
I nodded and resumed. Her labia were much trickier, but I soon
had them as smooth as her mons. I shaved all the way down past
her labia, almost to her ass, and then ran my hand over her
entire pussy. I felt a few spots that I'd missed, and quickly
took care of them.
When I pulled back and looked up, Susan smiled at me and ran her
own hand over her freshly-shaved pussy.
"Pretty good," she said, clearly impressed. "Normally, I do this
at the end of a nice hot bath. The hot water makes the hair
softer. You did a really good job, though."
I chuckled to myself. I had plans for her pussy, I didn't want to
nick it up.
Susan took the razor from my hands and looked at me with a
mischievous expression.
"Want me to do you?" she asked.
"Uh... well... um...," I stammered.
Her serious expression split into a wide grin and she laughed at
me. A look of chagrin on my face, I closed my mouth with a clomp.
She laughed again and set the razor on the stand.
"You are just so much fun to tease," she said, still grinning.
I blushed.
"Now, turn up the water a little," she said, reaching for more
bath oil.
I did, and we soon had the water up around our stomachs. Susan
picked up the razor again and shook it in the water. Without
warning, she raised her right leg and began shaving herself,
beginning at her ankles. I watched, wordlessly, as she
efficiently shaved her legs, then her underarms.
"Sure you don't want me to do you next?" she asked, unable to
keep the mirth from creeping into her voice.
I shook my head emphatically. She only grinned at me, and
replaced the razor on the stand.
The stand had a small towel rack on it, and Susan reached over to
retrieve a washcloth. She soaked it in the warm water and
lathered it up with a bar of soap. She quickly washed herself,
teasing her nipples to erection as she made eye contact with me.
When she finished, she rinsed the cloth and lathered it up again.
She scooted forward in the tub and began to wash my arms and
shoulders. She washed down my torso, and I wondered for the
thousandth time why she was doing this.
Not the bath; all of it.
As she washed my legs, I looked at her face, a mask of
concentration.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked, finally speaking my thoughts
aloud.
She stopped moving the washcloth and looked up. "Hmm?"
"Why are you doing this?"
"I thought you wanted to take a bath with me," she said.
"No, that's not what I mean," I said, trying to keep exasperation
at bay. "Why me?"
She reached out and grabbed my flaccid penis. "Mmm. Because I
don't have one of these," she said, pulling on me.
"I'm serious," I said, pulling out of her grasp. "Why me?" She
looked at me a moment in shock, then she realized I was indeed
serious. "Why not someone older? Or more experienced? Or
thinner?" I asked almost dejectedly, looking down at myself.
"Oh, Paul," she said and slid toward me. She put her hands on my
forearms and looked at me earnestly.
"Or is this just something you do?" I asked bitterly, blinking
back tears.
"Paul, look at me."
I raised my head defiantly.
She smiled gently and said, "You should know me well enough by
now. This is not 'just something I do.'"
I looked into her eyes and knew she was telling the truth. I
blinked to clear my eyes and sniffled.
"And as for why you," she said with a shrug, "I can't really
explain that. Why not someone older? I don't know, really. I just
know that I haven't been attracted to anyone else."
I felt my heart sink in shame at doubting her, then swell as I
comprehended her words.
"Why not someone more experienced?" she asked. All of a sudden,
she laughed. I looked up at her, tears welling anew. "You were
just so cute," she quickly said with a gentle smile of
reassurance. "You were trying to act like a man, trying to be so
serious. Yet you had this constant hard-on."
I looked at her and blinked, sniffling again.
"Why not someone more experienced?" she repeated. "You had this
expression of wonder on your face, like I was the most beautiful
woman you'd ever seen." She shrugged, smiling. "Besides, seeing
how you reacted to me, how your body reacted, was very...
attractive. Women like to know they're appreciated," she said
simply. "Trust me, as long as you're not being obnoxious about it,
most women like to know that they're attractive. And your
constant erection sure did that for me. It was very exciting."
I finally smiled at her. It was a wan smile, but a smile
nonetheless.
"And why not someone thinner?" she asked tenderly. "It wasn't
your body that attracted me to you. Although I'm very attracted
to it," she quickly amended. "And if I wanted just this," she
said, suddenly grasping my limp member, "I could get one just
about anywhere I wanted." She grinned and squeezed gently. "But
what attracted me to you was this," she said, releasing me and
touching her dripping fingers against my forehead. "And this."
She moved her hand and held it flat against my chest.
"But you know what really got me?" she asked. "What really made
me begin to look at you in a new way?"
I sniffled and shook my head.
"Two things," she said. "First, the way you touched me the day we
found the photo albums." She closed her eyes and took a deep
breath. "You were so afraid to touch me, yet you weren't." She
smiled, remembering.
I looked at her in shocked puzzlement.
She grinned and continued, "Second, you came on the mirror."
I looked at her in confusion.
She opened her eyes, bright with emotion. "When you were running
your hands over my body, I was on fire. There are so many parts
of a woman's body that are sensitive. Most guys go for the tits
or the pussy, nothing else. When you ran your fingers over my
neck, I almost came right then," she said, closing her eyes and
smiling at the memory. "The way you touched me... Mmmmm."
She took a deep, ragged breath. She exhaled quickly and her eyes
popped open. She shook her head and smiled at me.
I was still confused, and it showed. "I came on the mirror?"
She laughed brightly. "I guess you wouldn't know about that," she
said.
I shook my head.
"That first day you worked here, when you went into the bathroom
to masturbate..."
I nodded.
"When you came, you shot all over the vanity mirror," she said.
I furiously thought back to that first day, horrified.
She laughed at the expression on my face. "I could tell you'd
cleaned up quite a bit, I think there was half a box of tissues
in the trash can," she said, her eyes still laughing at me. "But
I guess because you were in such a hurry you missed it. There
were these huge splatters of your come on the mirror. Pretty high
up too," she said, giggling again. "I guess I was... impressed... by
your...," she smiled wickedly at me, "enthusiasm."
I wanted to drown myself in the bath. I thought back and realized
with growing horror that I hadn't even looked at myself in the
mirror before I'd rushed out of the bathroom.
"It's okay," Susan said earnestly, snapping me out of my
embarrassed train of thought. "I thought it was cute," she said,
making sure I was paying attention, "and very sexy."
I blinked at her and she nodded. Suddenly my mouth was dry, and I
was so ashamed that I'd doubted her. She saw my expression change
and slid forward further, the water sloshing around us. She
leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me toward
her.
"You are so special to me, Paul," she said. "I do love you very
much."
I wrapped my arms around her in return and hugged. My emotions
finally overcame my self-control and I felt hot tears sliding
down my cheeks. Susan just hugged me tightly and rocked back and
forth, gently crooning.
I blinked the tears out of my eyes and sniffled. "I love you
too," I croaked.
She pushed me back and looked into my red-rimmed eyes. Smiling
tenderly, she closed her eyes. I watched, uncomprehending, as she
slowly leaned toward me. She tilted her head to the side and I
barely had time to close my mouth before her lips met mine. Her
kiss was light and lingering, and if I hadn't been as shocked as
I was, I would've tried to return it better.
She pulled back, her eyes still closed, and I felt her hands
close around my penis. She opened her eyes and looked at me, a
mischievous grin brightening her face. She gently massaged my
penis and I realized that the water had gone tepid.
She raised her eyebrows and gave me a critical look. I sniffled
again and blinked at her.
"I think you'll live," she said.
I sniffled again and blushed, nodding and grinning.
We unstoppered the tub and stood to dry off. When we'd hung our
towels on the bar, Susan reached out and led me back into the
bedroom by my dick. With a quick sweep of her arm, she cleared
the papers from the bed and pulled aside the covers.
She pushed me back on the bed and quickly crawled between my legs
as I scooted into the center. Taking my penis in her mouth, I
quickly became erect for her. She bobbed her head up and down on
my shaft, gently fondling my balls with her right hand.
When I was good and hard, and slick with her saliva, she crawled
up and positioned herself over me. With one deft motion, she
steadied my erection and sank onto it. Her pussy was on fire, and
very, very wet.
She started rocking back and forth on me, but soon I was
thrusting up into her with powerful strokes. She bent over me,
her breasts pressed against my chest, arms clutching me tightly,
her face buried in the hollow of my neck.
I didn't last long, and as I came, I felt the emotions of earlier
draining out of me. All my doubts, all my fears, all my worries
disappeared as I shot my semen into her. I knew that she loved me.
Me!
When I finished spurting, we quietly held each other close for a
few minutes until our breathing returned to normal.
Finally, she eased forward and I slid out of her. She rolled to
my side and I put my arm around her. We were soon dozing
peacefully.
-----
Copyright (c) 2002-2006 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.
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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
Part: Chapter 06
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mF, teen, oral, voy, exhib, mast
Revision: 2.01
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Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
by Nick Scipio
CHAPTER SIX
Dinner that night was mentally exhausting. Mom, Susan, and Erin
chattered about all sorts of things. I didn't pay enough
attention to participate in the conversation, however; I was lost
in thought.
If Susan hadn't been the one stroking my erection in the lake,
then that left only one other option. And I didn't even want to
consider what _that_ meant. I had been standing within arm's
reach of both Mom and Susan.
Susan must be teasing me, I thought frantically. She had to have
been the one stroking me. She must be letting me think it wasn't
her, to see me squirm.
There were only a few problems with that. Susan enjoyed teasing
me, and seemed to enjoy doing it as openly as she could. In
addition, she'd never lied to me. I sensed that she was a very
honest woman.
All the way up the hill from the lake, she had maintained that
she hadn't grabbed my dick. Why would she lie?
I didn't want to believe the conclusion I'd come to: she wouldn't
lie. And that could only mean...
"Paul, honey, are you okay?" Mom asked.
I looked into her eyes. Were they the eyes of the woman who'd
held my hard dick in her hand this afternoon? Who'd held onto my
hardness so she could keep stroking me?
I was appalled that a part of me, an embarrassingly large part,
hoped that she was the one.
"Paul?" she repeated more forcefully.
I shook my head, clearing my thoughts.
"What?" I asked as innocently as I could.
"You haven't said a word all night. Are you all right?"
I nodded, afraid to say anything.
"Are you sure?" she pressed.
All three of them were looking at me now.
"I'm fine," I said.
The rest of dinner passed without incident. Mom and Susan kept
their expressions well-schooled, and Erin was oblivious.
That night, I lay awake a long time, thinking about the day's
events. I couldn't tear my mind away from the fact that having
Mom caressing my erection thrilled me. My emotions ran the gamut
from ashamed to excited.
Finally, I drifted off to sleep.
-----
The next morning, I awoke with a chill, dimly realizing it was
still very early in the morning. I had been dreaming of being in
the lake, and of the cold water. I had also been dreaming that
Mom and I were the only ones there, and that she had been gently
stroking my erection. As my thoughts cleared, I realized that I
was very cold, and my erect penis was pointing at the ceiling.
I reached down to pull my sheet up, thinking that I must've
kicked it off sometime during the night. That would certainly
explain why I was dreaming about being in the cold lake.
I decided to leave my erection alone this morning, to let it go
down by itself; so I rolled over quietly. When I looked down from
the top bunk, I realized that Mom's bed was empty. I looked up,
and when I saw that the bathroom door was open, I knew she wasn't
in there either.
I lay there for a moment, letting my erection subside, then I
climbed down out of bed. My half-erect penis flopped back and
forth with each rung of the ladder. Once on the floor, I looked
around. The door to the cabin was open, and I saw Mom sitting in
the rocking chair on the porch.
I quietly watched her for a few moments. I realized with a start
that her right hand was idly toying with her right nipple. I
could clearly see that it was erect as she circled her index
finger around it.
I stepped toward the screen door and opened it quietly. As I
stepped outside, Mom looked up, and I gently let the screen door
close, holding it so it didn't slam. No sense waking up Erin and
ruining things, I thought to myself.
When I stepped outside, Mom dropped her hand and looked up at me,
smiling.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," she said.
"Good morning," I said, taking a seat in the other rocking chair.
We sat quietly for a few minutes, enjoying the early morning
sounds of the pine forest.
"How much more work does Aunt Susan have for you to do?" she
asked.
"We've still got to go through the back wall of the garage. There
are actually more boxes there than on the side wall. We finished
the side yesterday before we left for town."
"Ah," she said noncommittally.
"And after we finish with the garage, I was going to help Dwight
put up the new roof panels on her back patio."
"Mmm hmm. Aunt Susan told me that Dwight and Karen would be in
this weekend," Mom said. "So that's it?" she asked.
"I guess."
We went back to simply enjoying the morning, but I could tell Mom
was deep in thought.
We sat there in silence for almost fifteen minutes.
"You'd better go brush your teeth before you head over to Aunt
Susan's," Mom finally said, turning to look at me. "And comb your
hair too."
I nodded and got up from the rocking chair. Once inside, I went
to the bathroom to brush my teeth and comb my hair. When I came
out, Mom had come back inside.
As I walked toward her, headed for the door, she stepped toward
me. Without warning, she wrapped her arms around my torso and
hugged me tight, like she had when I was a kid.
"You know I love you very much, Paul," she said, her cheek
pressed against my chest.
I wrapped my arms around her. "I love you too, Mom," I said, a
little confused. I could feel her breasts pressing against me,
her hard nipples boring into my flesh. More ominously, I could
feel the heat of her body washing over my dick. I desperately
didn't want an erection now.
Thinking about it, however, only made things worse. I loosened my
arms to let go of her, hoping she would do the same; but she kept
her own tight about my chest. With an inaudible groan, I felt my
penis stiffen.
It quickly reached full hardness and pressed against the flesh of
her stomach. She didn't react, however, and I guessed that she
simply didn't notice. I hoped, at least. Unfortunately, the
contact of my glans pressing against her flesh only served to
make me harder.
Finally, she loosened her arms and released me a little. She
stood up on tiptoe to kiss my cheek and I felt the tip of my
penis brush over her pubic hair. It swelled with the contact, and
I almost wrenched myself from her arms and bolted.
"I'd better let you go, or you're going to be late," she said
with a smile.
She withdrew her arms from around me, and then I did bolt. I ran
through the screen door and let it slam shut behind me. I ran all
the way to Susan's house, my erection leading the way.
-----
When I got there, Susan was sitting at the wrought-iron table
with her legs demurely crossed, drinking a glass of juice.
I abruptly came to a halt at the entrance to the courtyard,
panting from my jog down from our cabin, my erection sticking out
and bobbing with my heartbeat.
Susan arched an eyebrow and looked down at my hard-on. "Tough
morning?"
I shook my head. Then I reconsidered, and nodded. On second
thought (or was it third), I really didn't want to go into
details, they were too weird--I shook my head again, firmly this
time.
"Confused?"
Hesitantly, I nodded.
"I see."
She paused for a moment as I gulped air.
"Were you expecting to get that thing," she nodded to my stiff
penis, "sucked this morning?"
I grinned sheepishly. Truth be told, I had been expecting just
that. But I hastily decided that taking Susan for granted was not
only unfair, not to mention rude, but it was also a Really Bad
Idea. I shook my head, "Not expecting... just hoping."
She raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Good answer!"
She looked me up and down, as if appraising me. I returned her
frank stare with as much humble need as I could. I don't know if
she bought it or not, but finally she gestured for me to come
into the courtyard.
"Come stand beside me," she said.
I readily complied
"Closer," she said.
I took a step closer.
She dropped her eyes to look at my erection, then crooked a
finger at my manhood in the age-old "come here" gesture.
I shuffled forward until the tip of my penis was nearly touching
her face. She looked up at me and smiled wickedly.
As I looked down at her, she closed her eyes and took a deep
breath. Then she slowly closed her lips around the head of my
penis. She swirled her tongue around the head and then took as
much of my dick into her mouth as she could, wrapping her lips
around it about two inches from the base.
I think watching her suck me off was almost as incredible as the
feeling of her doing it.
She really seemed to enjoy sucking my dick, and I wasn't about to
complain. With her left hand, she reached up to fondle my balls
as she sucked me to completion. The look on her face as I shot my
load down her throat was one of pure ecstasy.
After she swallowed, she opened her eyes and winked at me, her
lips still wrapped tightly around my shaft. I smiled in return
and took a deep breath as she gently nursed on my shrinking cock.
Finally, she let my limp member slip from her red, saliva-slick
lips.
"What would you like for breakfast?" she asked, smiling at me and
standing up smoothly.
-----
We worked all morning on organizing the boxes on the back wall of
the garage. There were a lot more boxes than on the side wall,
but as it turned out, they were far better organized. It seemed
like they were things that Susan's father had packed away himself.
For most of the boxes, Susan only had to open them, quickly look
through them to get a rough inventory, and then re-tape them. In
that fashion, we worked through more than half the boxes before
lunch.
We were about to break to get something to eat when Susan looked
at me thoughtfully.
"You know," she said, pausing to gather her thoughts, "Dwight and
Karen are supposed to be here later today. If we go to the
hardware store today, we can go ahead and get the panels for the
patio roof."
I nodded.
"Why didn't I think of this yesterday?" she asked rhetorically.
"'Cause you had something else on your mind?" I asked. She looked
up at me sharply, and when she saw the grin on my face, she
realized that I was teasing her and grinned in reply.
"Touche!" she said. "But that's neither here nor there. Do you
think you can go to the hardware store with me this afternoon?"
"Sure."
"One thing though...," she said. "This trip won't be like yesterday.
I'm still a little sore."
"Sore?"
She blinked at me then smiled, pointing at her crotch.
I finally Got It. And I was immediately concerned, "Are you
okay?"
"I'm fine, Paul. Just still a little sore, that's all."
"I didn't hurt you?!" I asked, panic tingeing my voice.
She smiled reassuringly, "Yes and no." Seeing my face, she
hurriedly continued, "You gave me a good workout yesterday." My
face must've clearly registered my panic and shock. "It's okay,
Paul. I enjoyed it. Very much, as a matter of fact. But I need a
little time to recover."
"Oh," I said, my relief evident in my expression.
"Okay then. Let's shower and get some lunch, then we'll head
out," she said.
With that, we headed inside.
-----
Even though we showered together, it was a chaste shower. Well,
as chaste as a horny fifteen-year-old in a shower with a
beautiful, naked woman can be. I borrowed some of her sons'
deodorant again as she went off to get dressed and dry her hair.
Susan fixed sandwiches and we ate lunch in relative silence.
"Why don't you go find your Mom and make sure it's okay for you
to go," she said, clearing our dishes. "Then you can meet me back
here. Okay?"
"Sure," I said and headed out the door.
The first place I went was the lake. I didn't see Mom, but Erin
was lying on one of our loungers reading a book.
"Have you seen Mom?"
"Blond woman, about 5'4", good bone structure that she has
undoubtedly passed on to her only daughter?"
"Yeah, Erin. Where is she?" I asked, exasperation sharpening my
tone.
"She said she was going to the cabin to take a nap," Erin replied,
sensing that I was in no mood for her games.
"Thanks, Erin, I really appreciate it," I said sincerely.
Looking up from her book and realizing that I was sincerely
thanking her, she looked shocked. "Uh... you're welcome," she said.
By then, however, I was already headed up the hill.
-----
As I reached the cabin, I made an effort to be quiet. The cabin
door was shut, so I figured she was indeed asleep. I gently
opened the screen door, then turned the knob on the cabin door as
slowly as I could. I eased the door open and saw her lying on the
bed with the sheet covering her legs and hips. As I quietly
stepped into the cabin and my eyes adjusted, I could see that her
right hand was between her legs, rubbing in tight circles. Her
left hand was kneading her bare left breast.
I was stuck. I quickly realized that I was too far in to easily
back out. I turned on my heel and was trying to sneak back out
when the screen door betrayed me by squeaking.
I heard Mom sit up quickly. I had already gotten turned around
and headed back out, so I couldn't see the look on her face.
"It's okay, Paul. You can come in," she said, slightly breathless.
I froze.
"You don't need to be embarrassed, honey."
"I'm not," I said, facing away from her. It wasn't entirely
untrue. But Mom didn't know why I was really embarrassed.
"C'mon back in, honey."
I shook my head. The problem wasn't that I'd seen her
masturbating, as she thought. The problem was the reaction it had
provoked in me. I had a raging hard-on, and the more I tried not
to think about it, and the sight I'd just seen, the worse it got.
Treacherous organ!
"Paul, please turn around, honey, I'm not mad at you," she said,
almost pleading with me.
I let the screen door close (of course it stayed silent _now_)
and cupped my hands in front of my erection, for all the good it
would do. Then I slowly turned toward her. Her eyes dropped to my
hands, and what they couldn't hide.
"Oh!" she gasped, her hand quickly covering her mouth.
I turned six shades of red.
"I'm so sorry, honey. I didn't mean to...," she said. She paused,
and then seemed to gather her courage. "Well, now that
everything's out in the open, so to speak, there's no need to be
circumspect about things, now is there?"
She threw off the sheet and swung her legs to the side of the bed.
"Come over here and sit down, Paul," she said, patting the bed
next to her.
With leaden feet, I shuffled toward her, as if to the gallows. I
sat next to her, flushed with embarrassment, my hands still
trying vainly to hide my erection.
"You can put your hands down, honey."
I didn't move.
"I've seen an erection before," she said gently.
I reluctantly complied.
"I guess it's too late to have a birds and bees conversation with
you," she said, smiling ruefully. "Way too late," she said softly,
as if to herself. "You saw?"
I didn't answer, ashamed of my reaction.
"Paul?"
I nodded jerkily.
"I was masturbating," she said reasonably, gently. "You know
women masturbate too, right?"
I nodded, still not trusting myself to speak.
"It's natural, Paul, and nothing to be ashamed of."
I shook my head.
"And a young man getting an erection is a natural thing too, and
nothing to be ashamed of either," she said, nodding at my manhood.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her gaze linger on my
penis. Nervously, she licked her lips.
"Paul, look at me."
I didn't move.
"Look at me, please."
I reluctantly raised my eyes to meet hers.
"It's okay," she said firmly, reassuring me. "You understand that
there's nothing wrong with either of us?"
I nodded, knowing she wouldn't let me off the hook until I agreed.
"Good. I'm glad," she said earnestly. She hugged me, but the
contact only made me harder. Quickly, she changed the subject.
"Did you come up to the cabin for a reason?"
"Aunt Susan needs me to go to the hardware store in town to help
her pick up the fiberglass panels for her patio roof," I blurted
out in a nervous rush.
"Okay."
"So I came to ask you if it was okay for me to go with her."
"That's fine, honey," she said, obviously relieved as well.
"You'd better get dressed, she's probably waiting on you."
I nodded and stood up. As I walked over to the dresser, I could
feel Mom's eyes on me, watching as my erection bobbed in front of
me.
I put on a pair of underwear, which my erection immediately
tented out, and grabbed my shorts and t-shirt from the day before.
I put on clean socks and quickly located my shoes. Shoving my
feet in and quickly tying them, I bolted out the door, looking
back only to say goodbye.
-----
When I got to Susan's house, she was waiting for me in the
courtyard. She was dressed much like yesterday; her hair up in a
pony tail, a men's long-sleeve shirt with the cuffs rolled up, a
gauzy skirt, and her strappy sandals.
The drive to town was uneventful. Susan and I talked about
inconsequential things at first, then we simply enjoyed the drive
together in silence. I think she quickly sensed that I was
preoccupied, and she mercifully let me keep my thoughts to myself.
I was thinking of Mom.
I was still embarrassed that I'd walked in on her masturbating. I
was even more embarrassed that I'd gotten an erection.
It was wrong for me to have sexual thoughts about my mother.
Wasn't it?
I didn't want to have them, yet I did. I wanted to act out my
fantasies with Mom. But that would be wrong. Wouldn't it?
Intellectually, I knew that it would be wrong. But that didn't
change the way I felt. And I was ashamed of the way I felt. But
secretly, deep down inside, I enjoyed fantasizing about having
sex with Mom.
I knew, however, that any fantasies that I had would stay just
that, fantasies. Mom would never have sex with me. It would be
wrong. Wouldn't it?
Although...
If Susan hadn't been the one fondling me in the lake the day
before, it must've been Mom. I wasn't 100% convinced that Susan
wasn't pulling my leg, but still...
Mom had been eyeing my erection as I got dressed earlier, of that
I was sure.
I was so confused. I knew what I wanted, but I also knew that it
would never become a reality. So I reluctantly pushed my carnal
thoughts about my mother to the back of my brain and took notice
of the world outside the car for the first time.
Susan noticed that I was alert again, and turned to me with a
smile.
"Back from woolgathering?"
I nodded.
"Anything you want to share?"
I shook my head.
"Sure? You can share anything with me," she said earnestly. "You
know that, don't you? It'd stay just between us."
I nodded. "Maybe later," I said, trying to mollify her.
"Okay," she said. "When you're ready."
I nodded again and she let the subject drop.
-----
At the hardware store, we went back through the rows of nuts,
bolts, and other hardware to the back patio where the outdoor and
gardening supplies were located.
Once there, we looked around, trying to find the fiberglass
panels we needed. When we didn't see them after ten minutes of
searching, Susan told me to wait there while she headed to the
front of the store to find the owner.
I was leaning back against a pallet full of bags of concrete when
I saw a fast-moving shape out of the corner of my eye. I had no
time to react before the shape resolved into a person, who then
tripped over my outstretched feet.
I vaguely saw it was a young woman as she stumbled forward, her
momentum carrying her faster than her tangled feet could manage.
She got a hand down to the ground to stabilize herself and almost
didn't go down. But in the end, inertia overcame her balance and
she stumbled forward onto her hands and knees.
Fortunately, she was wearing overalls, which had protected her
knees. I rushed over to help her up, hooking one hand under her
right arm to lift her.
"I am so sorry," I said as she stood up. I bent over to brush off
her knees.
"It's okay, no problem. I'm a klutz anyway," she said, dusting
off her hands.
I finished brushing dirt from her knees and stood up. "It was
completely my fault," I said, "I shouldn't've had my feet out
like that."
"No, it was my fault," she said. "I wasn't watching where I was
going."
She finished wiping off her palms and looked up at me.
Recognition brightened both our expressions. It was the cashier
from Winn-Dixie.
"It's you," we said simultaneously.
We laughed at the coincidence. I desperately tried to remember
her name, visualizing her with her nametag on. I drew a blank.
"Do you work here?" she asked. "I've never seen you here before."
"No," I said. "My friend and I are here picking up some panels
for her patio roof."
"Susan?"
"Oh? You remember her name?"
She gave me one of those "of course, dummy" looks.
"Oh, yeah," I said.
Hope brightened her expression, "She's here?"
Interesting... "Yeah, she's up front finding the owner," I said.
"Mr. McMasters?"
"I guess."
"He's probably not here, but his son'll be up front."
"Oh, okay. I guess she'll find him."
"What is it you need? Maybe I can help you. I'm in here all the
time anyway."
"Green corrugated fiberglass roof panels?" I asked, somewhat
doubtfully.
"Hmmm," she frowned in thought. "I can't remember seein' 'em.
They may have to order 'em from Spartanburg."
"Oh."
About that time, Susan walked around the corner, clearly looking
for me.
"Oh, hello," she said upon seeing the slim brunette.
When the young woman saw Susan, her eyes lit up, then she quickly
schooled her expression.
"Stacy, isn't it?" Susan asked.
I mentally kicked myself. Stacy. Of course.
"Mmm hmm," Stacy replied wordlessly, clearly impressed that Susan
had remembered her.
"Susan, and..." she fumbled, looking at me.
"Paul," I helpfully supplied.
"That's right! Paul," she said, nodding in recognition.
Susan turned to me, "The owner's son says they'll have to order
the panels from Spartanburg."
I smiled as she continued.
"He says it should be a couple of days, that I should call back
after the Fourth of July." She paused, then looked at me.
"What're you grinning at?"
My smile widened further. "That's pretty much what Stacy just
told me would likely happen."
Susan turned to the young woman with a questioning look.
"I'm in here a lot," Stacy said simply.
"I see," said Susan. "What're you here for?"
"Flower pots," Stacy quickly answered.
"Oh?"
"I like flowers," she said sheepishly. "They're cheap and easy.
Well, easy for me, I guess."
"Indeed they are," Susan said, laughing brightly. "You're not
working today?"
"Saturday's my day off. I'm lucky, I guess. The manager of the
store is sweet on me, so he lets me have Saturdays off," she said,
shaking her head. "I guess he thinks maybe I'll go out with him
one of these Saturday nights."
"Will you?" Susan asked.
"No, probably not. He's not my type."
"I see."
"I'd better get going," Stacy said, blushing.
"Would you like Paul to help you carry your flower pots to the
front?"
Stacy turned to look at me, "I guess it's the least he could do."
Susan looked at me quizzically.
"I tripped her and sent her sprawling," I said guiltily.
"Then it is the least you can do," Susan said with a smile.
Stacy picked out two large terra-cotta flower pots, about fifteen
inches in diameter. I put my arms around them and carried them to
the front for her, walking behind the two women as they chatted
about flowers.
Once there, Stacy dug into the pockets of her overalls and pulled
out a wad of crumpled dollar bills and a handful of change. She
paid for her purchases with exact change, scooped her remaining
money back into her overall pocket, and turned to Susan.
"It was good seeing you again," she said, her eyes sparkling with
obvious pleasure.
"It was good to see you again too," Susan said graciously.
Stacy opened her mouth to say something else, then looked
embarrassed and shut it again.
I didn't think anything else about it as she wrapped her arms
around the large pots, hefted them, and quickly walked out of the
store.
After Stacy left, Susan finalized her order with the owner's son,
a man about ten years older than me, and we walked out to the
station wagon.
-----
As we turned out onto the road in front of the hardware store,
Susan turned to me with a grin.
"She was cute."
I blushed and nodded.
"And nice," she added.
We'd only driven a little way, however, when we saw a figure in
overalls walking along the sidewalk, carrying two large
flowerpots. How many slight brunettes wearing overalls and
carrying flower pots could there be in one town?
Susan slowed to a stop next to the young woman, who turned at our
approach.
"Do you need a ride?" Susan asked through the open passenger
window.
"I'm fine, thanks," Stacy said, "I only live about a mile from
here."
"That's too far in this heat," Susan said, "especially carrying
those pots."
Stacy started to protest again, but Susan overrode her. "Get in.
It's the least we can do."
I could clearly see that she wanted to get in and didn't want to
at the same time. I wondered what brought on her conflicting
emotions, but she finally decided to accept the offer of a ride
and moved toward the car.
I opened my door to get out and go open the tailgate. I took the
pots from Stacy, set them in the back of the car, and then closed
the tailgate.
She was walking toward the rear passenger door, when Susan called
through the open window. "You can ride up front with me. Paul can
sit in the back."
Stacy sent a questioning glance my direction, and I simply nodded.
She got into the front seat, I got into the one behind her, and
we were soon on our way. She directed Susan to her house, which
was in a well-kept trailer park; she lived in the smallest
trailer at the back of the park.
We drove around the trailer and parked near the front door. There
were a multitude of flower pots along the front of the trailer,
containing all sorts of plants and flowers. She was evidently
serious about her gardening. In addition, there was a Chevy Nova
parked by the far end of the trailer.
I wondered why she'd been walking home from the hardware store,
but before I had a chance to ask her, Susan stopped the car and
got out. Stacy and I followed suit, and I went to the back of the
station wagon to get the heavy pots.
"Where would you like them?" I asked.
"Just put them anywhere by the other large pots," she said,
pointing.
I set the pots down and stood up, wiping my hands on my shorts.
"I really appreciate the ride," Stacy said to Susan.
"You're welcome. It was the least we could do."
"Can I offer you something cold to drink, to say thanks?"
I started to demur, but Susan cut in before I could open my mouth,
"Yes, thank you. That would be nice."
Stacy quickly extracted a set of keys from an overall pocket and
unlocked the door into the small trailer.
There was a small air conditioner at the end of the trailer, but
it was turned off and the windows were all open. There was enough
of a breeze that the place wasn't sweltering, however. As my eyes
adjusted to the dimness inside of the trailer, I saw that it was
very neat and tidy. Inside, Stacy invited us to have a seat at
the small kitchen table while she went to the refrigerator.
"I have iced tea and water," she said over her shoulder.
"Tea for me, please," Susan said.
"I'd just like some ice water, please," I said. _Okay, so I'm a
Southerner who doesn't like iced tea._
She got out three glasses and filled them with ice, pouring tea
into two and filling the third with tap water. She came over to
the table, set our glasses down in front of us, and sat down
herself.
We each took long drinks, enjoying the chill of the liquid.
"You have a very nice house," Susan said, looking around.
Stacy blushed. "Thank you."
"Is that your car outside?" Susan asked.
"Uh-huh," Stacy said, nodding. "It won't start, though, and I
don't have the money to fix it right now. So I walk most places
I've gotta go."
"Can I ask a personal question?" Susan asked.
"I guess."
"This seems like a pretty nice place," Susan said, nodding to
encompass the entire trailer. "Does Winn-Dixie pay that well?"
"Ha!" Stacy said. "Not hardly. Money's tight all right, but I
keep it tight."
Susan raised her eyebrow questioningly and cocked her head to the
side, inviting the younger woman to continue.
"When Randy ran off, good riddance," she practically spat, "he
left the car. That was two years ago. Then last year, my daddy
died."
"I'm sorry," said Susan softly.
"Don't be," Stacy said, her face a mask of scorn. "Daddy was a
drunk worse than Randy. Only he had an insurance policy on him. I
don't even think he knew he had it. It was part of his pension
from the mill. It wasn't much, but it was enough to put a down
payment on this place."
"Really?" Susan asked, impressed.
"Well, no, not really," Stacy said, somewhat sheepishly. "But Mr.
and Mrs. Johnson, they own the trailer park, they kinda watch out
for me and they're letting me buy this trailer from them, one
month at a time, instead of me having to go to the bank."
"That's very kind of them."
"Yeah, it is," she said solemnly. "They're better to me than my
parents ever were. And they keep an eye on me: make sure I'm okay,
that I've got enough to eat, and stuff like that."
"Ah."
"So I don't spend any money I don't have to. In the summers, I
work at the Winn-Dixie, to help save up for the fall."
"What happens in the fall?" Susan asked.
"I'm starting my second semester at the Junior College," Stacy
said determinedly. "I've got enough saved up to pay for two more
years. Then, if I can afford it, I'm going to transfer to USC, in
Columbia, and get a degree in marketing."
"Mmm hmm," Susan said.
"So I eat cheap, I live cheap, about the only hobby I have is my
flowers, and they're cheap too. I save everything for tuition and
books. I've only got so much money, and I have to make it last as
long as I can. I know I'll find a way to make it to the
University. Now that I'm free of that bastard Randy," she made a
face of disgust, "and now that Daddy did more for me by dyin'
than he ever did by livin', I'm gonna make something of myself."
The look on her face was one of fierce pride and determination,
and I could see that Susan was clearly impressed.
"Good luck, then," Susan said. "Although I don't think luck'll
have had anything to do with it in the end."
"Not if I can help it," Stacy said firmly, "I make my own luck
now."
"Good for you!" Susan said enthusiastically.
After her impassioned explanation, Stacy took a long sip of her
tea.
"So right now, I don't have the spare money to get the car fixed.
But I'll have to get it fixed before school starts. I'll find a
way," she said, steel in her voice.
"I know you will," Susan said.
We all sat quietly for a moment, enjoying the cool drinks.
"One down side of saving money by not running the air
conditioning, however, is that I bet it gets a little warm in
here," Susan said.
"I'm real sorry about that," Stacy said. "It just costs a fortune
in electricity. And I don't have company that often."
"Oh, no, it's no problem," Susan hurriedly assured her. "I was
just going to get a bit more comfortable, if you don't mind."
"No, I'm so sorry, go ahead and get comfortable," Stacy said.
With that, Susan began unbuttoning her shirt. I watched in silent
amusement and Stacy watched with rapt attention.
Seemingly absorbed in what she was doing, Susan unbuttoned her
shirt all the way, pulling the tails free of the waistband of her
skirt. Stacy could clearly see that Susan wasn't wearing a bra as
the inside curves of Susan's breasts peeked out. When Susan had
the shirt untucked and unbuttoned, she fluffed it against her
skin, creating a cool breeze.
From where I was sitting, I was getting tantalizing glimpses of
Susan's nipples. I knew Stacy probably could see at least that
much, if not more. She unconsciously licked her lips as Susan
grasped the front tails of the shirt and loosely knotted them
just under her breasts.
Her midriff and belly button were exposed, along with a healthy
portion of her chest.
Stacy jerked her eyes away with an effort as Susan raised her
head to look at her hostess.
"Would you like some more tea?" Stacy asked, her voice tight with
emotion.
"Yes, please. That would be nice," Susan replied, her face a mask
of innocence.
Stacy hastily stood up and reached for Susan's tea glass. In her
flustered state, she knocked it over. Ice cubes and the remaining
tea spilled across the table, directly into Susan's lap. Susan
sat up in shock at the deluge.
"Oh my God," Stacy uttered in disbelief. "I am such a klutz!"
"It's okay," Susan reassured her, once she'd gotten over the
shock of the cold.
Stacy set her own glass down on the table and rushed around the
kitchen counter to get a dishtowel. Susan began picking pieces of
ice out of her lap and dropping them back in the now-righted
glass. Stacy hurried back and began dabbing at Susan's soaked
skirt.
When she finished, Susan stood up carefully, making sure she
hadn't missed any ice. The entire front of her skirt was a darker
shade where the tea had splashed.
"Can I use your bathroom?" Susan asked.
"Sure, it's the door on the right, down the hall," Stacy said. "I
am so sorry."
"It's not a problem, Stacy," Susan reassured her calmly.
Stacy finished cleaning up the spilled tea as Susan walked back
toward the bathroom. I saw the light from the bathroom on the
opposite wall of the hallway, and knew that Susan hadn't shut the
door. I smirked quietly to myself, shaking my head in wonder at
Susan and her antics.
"Stacy?" Susan called from the bathroom.
Stacy rushed around the corner from the kitchen, and then I saw
her draw up in shock. I knew what she must've just encountered.
Susan was probably standing in the bathroom in only her shirt and
sandals.
"If you've got some Woolite, I can wash these out in the sink and
they'll be just fine," I heard Susan say from the bathroom.
Stacy quickly recovered from her shock and bent down. I heard the
door under the vanity close and saw her rise with a small bottle
in her hand. I listened as Susan washed her tea-stained skirt,
and probably her panties, in the bathroom sink.
"I can hang those outside on the line to dry, if you'd like,"
Stacy said, still in the hallway.
"Thank you. That would be kind of you."
"Well, it's the least I can do, since I did spill your tea all
over you," Stacy said, her self-condemnation evident.
"Don't worry about it, Stacy; I'm fine, my skirt's fine, and my
panties are fine."
Stacy then came walking back up the hallway with Susan's wet
skirt and panties. When she went outside to hang them on the line,
Susan stepped out of the bathroom.
I shot her a "what are you doing?" look. She simply smiled at me
and winked conspiratorially.
When Stacy came back inside, she was clearly flustered. When she
saw Susan standing in the hallway, nude from the waist down, her
fluster only increased.
"Do you have something that I can put on until my skirt dries?"
Susan asked innocently.
"Ummm."
"I know you're much slimmer than I am, but perhaps a robe," Susan
suggested, trailing off.
Stacy snapped her fingers and began walking down the hallway.
Susan stepped back into the bathroom to let the younger woman
past, and then followed her into the back of the trailer, to the
sole bedroom.
In a moment, Susan emerged from the bedroom carrying her button
shirt and wearing a thin silk robe that almost fit her. The robe
barely covered her body, and as she walked toward me, the slit in
the front opened to reveal her shaved pussy with each step. Her
nipples were covered, barely, but the entire center of her chest
was bared. Even more revealing, the silk was so thin that Susan's
nipples were clearly outlined by the fine fabric.
She sat down at the table again and demurely crossed her legs. As
she did so, however, the robe parted and fell to the side,
revealing her thigh clear up to her hips. I was getting hard just
looking at her; I could only imagine what poor Stacy was feeling.
Looking at Stacy, I could see that her emotions were awhirl. Fear,
then attraction, and then shame warred with each other in her
expression.
Finally, Stacy picked up Susan's tea glass, with the melting
remains of the ice, and returned to the kitchen. She dumped the
ice in the sink, rinsed out the glass, and went to the freezer.
When she returned with the refilled glass, I could see that her
hand was shaking as she placed the tea in front of Susan. She
covertly glanced at Susan's nipples, outlined by the thin fabric
of the robe, and then sat down.
"I am so sorry...," Stacy began again.
"It's not a problem," Susan said reasonably, her tone
forestalling any further apologies. "That's the last I'll hear of
it," she said to Stacy, smiling to reassure the younger woman.
Stacy took a long sip of her own tea, her hand still shaking.
When she swallowed, she took a deep breath and visibly calmed
herself.
"There," Susan said, "that's better."
Stacy looked up and smiled shyly. Susan returned her smile and
Stacy seemed to relax.
We made small talk for a little while. Stacy was clearly still
nervous and upset. Susan talked about flowers, and Stacy seemed
to relax even more. I simply listened, enjoying watching Susan
subtly reassure Stacy, while at the same time tantalizing the
younger woman with glimpses of her body. I understood why Stacy
was squirming in her seat. By this time, from watching Susan's
seemingly-innocent antics, my penis was rock hard.
Finally, Stacy had had too much, and blurted out, "How do you do
it?!"
"Do what?" Susan asked, the picture of innocence.
"Sit there and... do that? And yesterday..."
"Do you mind?" Susan asked gently.
Stacy swallowed hard and shook her head slightly.
"Do you enjoy looking?" Susan pressed.
The young woman swallowed hard again, and jerked her head in a
nod.
"I enjoy people looking at me."
"But how do you do it?"
"It's easy," Susan said glibly.
"I don't think I could ever..."
"I think you could," Susan said. "With a little practice."
Stacy licked her lips, looking into Susan's eyes.
"And a little encouragement," Susan said slyly.
"You think so?" Stacy asked, her expression of doubt slowly
transforming into one of excitement.
Susan nodded.
"Would you like to try?" Susan asked.
"Outside?!" Stacy asked, her shock returning.
"No," Susan quickly reassured her. "Here, in your home, in front
of Paul."
Stacy seemed to notice me for the first time in a long time, and
panic returned to her eyes.
"And me," Susan said gently, persuasively.
Stacy wrenched her eyes back to look at Susan and shyly,
hesitantly nodded her head.
Susan stood gracefully and extended her hand to the younger woman.
When Stacy took it, Susan began pulling her toward the bedroom.
"Why don't you make yourself comfortable on the couch, Paul,"
Susan said over her shoulder as she led the young woman down the
hallway.
-----
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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
Part: Chapter 20
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mf, teen, oral
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Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
by Nick Scipio
CHAPTER TWENTY
The next morning, I waited until Dad and Erin headed down to the
clubhouse before getting out of bed. Dad was going to fix his
famous banana pancakes, but I wanted to talk to Mom first.
"Mom?" I ventured hesitantly when I came out of the bathroom.
"Yes, honey?"
"Um... can I go hiking this Saturday?"
She raised her eyebrows, clearly wanting more information.
"Gina and I were thinking about going hiking to the quarry on
Saturday," I said in a rush.
Mom arched one eyebrow at me, clearly realizing that we were Up
To Something. "Just the two of you."
I hesitated, then nodded.
"I don't know if that's such a good idea," Mom said.
My face fell. Every time I'd asked to go before, she'd said yes.
Why was she saying no now? I began to get flustered, wondering
what she knew. She stepped closer to me and her eyes softened.
"Oh, honey," she said gently. "There's something up between you
two," she said archly. "And I think I know exactly what it is
that's 'up,'" she added, looking pointedly at my flaccid penis.
I blushed furiously.
"And Gina's parents know something's going on between you two,"
she said. "We even talked about it last night, after the movie."
Our parents were talking about us? I began to panic again.
"Lucky for you," Mom said with a gentle laugh, "that Gina's mom
didn't kiss you last night. Then she'd know something was up for
sure."
My jaw dropped and she chuckled. "How did you know?" I asked,
stunned.
She laughed again, smiling at me and shaking her head. "You think
I don't know what it smells like?"
I was always amazed when my mom knew more than I thought she
would. I guess I never gave her credit for being a really smart
woman. That was a mistake I intended not to repeat. Ever.
"Just tell me one thing," Mom said. "Tell me you didn't pressure
her. I don't think you'd do something like that, but I also know
a thing or two about young men," she said, her eyes smiling.
She would, at that, I thought to myself ruefully. I quickly shook
my head.
"Good," she said, her relief obvious. "I knew you wouldn't, but I
wanted to be sure."
I blushed and lowered my eyes.
"Did she enjoy it?"
My eyes snapped up and I froze, my jaw hanging open again.
In spite of her best efforts, Mom laughed at me - light, magical
laughter. Then she saw my face and made an attempt to be serious.
I blushed even deeper, and could feel the heat in my face, neck,
and ears. Finally, I closed my mouth.
"I take it she did," Mom said, still laughing with her eyes.
I nodded helplessly and she smiled again.
"Well," she said, finally quelling her laughter, "you just keep
going down on her, and she'll be a very, very happy young lady."
At my stricken expression, Mom burst into laughter again. Why, I
moaned to myself, did the most important women in my life have to
tease me?
"But seriously," she said, her eyes bright. "If you two want to
go hiking by yourselves on Saturday, I'm sure Gina's parents'
answer will be no. I wouldn't let you go by yourselves either."
"But Mom," I said, beginning the age-old lament of denied
children everywhere, "that's not fair."
"No," she said seriously, "it's not. And I'm not even the mother
of a teenage daughter who is obviously very smitten with a young
man."
I looked at her again, half in shock, half in amazement.
She chuckled again. "Oh yes," Mom said gently, "she's head over
heels, unless I've forgotten what it's like to be a fifteen-year-
old girl."
I blushed again and grinned like an idiot.
"But you still can't go by yourselves." She paused, to let that
sink in. "You're a creative young man," she said with a wink,
"you'll think of something."
I grinned again and began to furiously analyze what she'd said.
How could I be creative enough to get what I, what we, wanted? I
started thinking about the possibilities when Mom interrupted me
with a laugh.
"Paul, you are incorrigible!"
I blushed, and smirked insouciantly.
"Now," she said, "let's go get some of your dad's pancakes."
-----
"So that's the problem," I said, neatly summing things up for
Gina.
We were sitting outside the clubhouse on the patio. I had found
that I wasn't hungry, and grabbed Gina as soon as she entered the
clubhouse. Gina was deep in thought when the screen door opened
and I looked up to see Kendall step outside.
"Hey y'all," she said brightly. "I thought I saw you two out
here." Then she saw our faces. "What's the matter?" she asked,
sitting on the cinderblock wall opposite us.
Gina quickly outlined the problem for her, minus a few key
details.
"Oh, that's simple," Kendall said.
Gina and I both stared at her and she laughed.
"You should see your faces," she said, suddenly getting serious
when she realized we weren't laughing. "No, seriously, it's
simple. _I'll_ go with you."
I wanted to swallow my own tongue. It's not that I _minded_
Kendall; in fact, I actually _liked_ her. But Gina wanted to
spend some time alone with me, and I desperately wanted to be
alone with her as well. Having Kendall along as a third wheel
would completely upset our plans.
"That's a great idea!" Gina said suddenly.
I looked at her in shock. Was she mad?!
"Look," Kendall said to me, explaining things slowly. I cringed,
but she continued anyway. "Her parents'll think that she and I
will watch out for each other, and that you two won't have the
privacy to get into... whatever."
Whatever, as she put it, was _exactly_ what I wanted to get into!
And I couldn't do that with Kendall tagging along.
"No, silly," she said, reading my expression like a book, "I just
wanna get out of here for a few hours. I can take my book, and my
tanning oil, and lie out while you two go do... whatever... by
yourselves."
Slowly, like a glacier retreating, I began to see her logic. I
swallowed hard and looked at her intently. "You'd do that?"
I looked at Gina. She was smiling at me and biting the inside of
her lip. I knew she was probably just as nervous, and excited, as
I certainly was.
I looked at Kendall. She looked at each of us and smiled. Then
she nodded.
"Let's go ask your mom," Gina said, clutching my hand.
I was nearly dragged inside, trailed by a smug and almost-
snickering Kendall.
-----
"Mom?" I asked, stepping up to the table. "Dad?"
Gina still held my hand, and Kendall was behind us. We had all
put on our best We're-Not-Really-Up-To-Something faces. This was
it. I was certain that my future with Gina rested upon the
shoulders of my parents.
"What is it, sweet pea?" Mom asked, looking up at us.
"Gina, Kendall, and I wanted to go hiking this Saturday. To the
quarry. Can we go?"
My father almost choked on his milk. He sputtered and coughed,
nearly spilling the remainder of his glass. He quickly set it on
the table and covered his mouth with his fist. Mom put her hand
on his arm, looking concerned. When Dad recovered, he cleared his
throat and looked at Mom. She nodded almost imperceptibly and he
looked back to us.
"Make sure you get back on time this time," he said somewhat
ominously.
"So we can go?" I asked. My heart felt like it would burst.
He nodded gravely and I got serious.
"I'll make sure we're back on time, Dad."
"Let's go ask my folks," Gina said, tugging on my arm. She nearly
pulled me off my feet.
"Whoa!"
All three of us turned around and looked at my mom.
"Get some breakfast first," she said to us. "You can ask your
folks after you've eaten," she said to Gina. "Now, why don't you
ladies have a seat while Paul and I fix you some pancakes."
"Thank you, Beth," Gina said politely. She and Kendall took a
seat at the next table. Gina favored me with a brilliant, heart-
wrenching smile, and then began chatting animatedly with Kendall.
I followed Mom to the kitchen counter. My father always made lots
of pancakes when he cooked, enough for anyone in the camp to have
some. Everyone loved them, and my father enjoyed folks enjoying
his cooking. There were four plates stacked high with pancakes,
covered in a clean dishtowel to keep them warm.
Mom and I set about fixing three plates of pancakes and sausage
links, and then she leaned over to me.
"Paul, I said be creative," she said quietly, her eyes twinkling
with suppressed laughter. "But jeez."
I think I blushed six shades of red.
-----
Friday night, Gina spent hours in the kitchen with her mother.
The two of them made meatloaf--from which they could make
meatloaf sandwiches--coleslaw, and fruit salad. Kendall offered
to help, and the two of them made sugar cookies. I tried to stay
close, but Gina finally shooed me out of the clubhouse.
Driven from the clubhouse, I headed up to our cabin to make sure
everything was ready. I'd borrowed an old army pack from Susan--
Manfred and his two backpacks were obviously not available--and
had packed a pair of blankets and my towel. I could pack the
girls' towels in the morning before we left, and then pack the
picnic lunch on top of that. The pack would be heavily loaded,
but I was looking forward to the trip more than I was worried
about the weight.
I could hardly wait to go to sleep that night. Mom smiled
knowingly at me before turning out the light. I only grinned in
reply, and then, of course, blushed.
-----
Somehow, I managed to get a good night's rest. I woke up early
and quietly climbed down the ladder. When I emerged from the
bathroom, Mom was smiling at me from bed. She quietly extracted
herself from my father's embrace and stood up. Her hair was
tousled and her eyes were still sleepy, but she looked pleased
nonetheless.
I smiled in return as I picked up my laden pack and quietly
opened the cabin door. Mom came out onto the porch with me,
pulling the cabin door closed after her.
I slung the pack over one shoulder and turned to her.
"Oh, to be young again," she said wistfully.
"Mom, I--"
"Shhh," she said. "I know."
"I love you, Mom."
"I love you too, honey. I'm glad you're going. I was a bit
surprised that you came up with a solution as quickly as you did,
and with whom. But I'm happy for you."
I blushed again. How could she make me do that?!
"Paul?" she asked, her voice low and serious.
I looked at her and she held my eyes.
"Paul, if you two decide to... um... well. If you two decide to..." She
looked at me helplessly, her expression full of concern and love.
I felt my face flush and my ears grew hot. "We're not, Mom. Not
yet."
She raised her eyebrows.
"She's not ready," I said quietly. "And I'm not going to put
pressure on her."
"Her family's leaving tomorrow, right?"
I nodded, feeling my heart twist. On one hand, I couldn't believe
that I was having this conversation with my mom. On the other, I
was nearly stricken dumb thinking about not seeing Gina for a
year.
"It'll be next summer before you see her again," Mom said softly.
"You're not going to..."
I shook my head. "She's not ready. And it's... important," I said
quietly.
Mom suddenly had to blink back tears. She hugged me tightly. I
wrapped my free arm around her and shifted the pack so I could do
the same with the other arm. I had no idea what had gotten her
emotional, and I fervently hoped it wasn't something I'd said.
She stepped back and wiped her eyes, smiling at me. "You'll be
careful?" she asked.
I nodded.
She stood on tiptoes and kissed my cheek.
I turned and headed for the clubhouse, my thoughts awhirl. I'd
never had a conversation like that before, and I was stunned. I
was thinking about it all the way down the hill, replaying it in
my head. Did I just have a conversation with my mom about taking
Gina's virginity? With a shake of my head, I realized I had.
-----
When I got to the clubhouse, I was greeted by Gina's beaming
smile. I banished all thoughts of strange conversations as she
ran to me. I hurriedly set the pack on the pool table and caught
her in my arms, lifting her easily and swinging her around. She
squealed in delight and pressed her lips against mine.
When we broke our kiss and I set her down, I looked up and saw
Kendall trying to be inconspicuous. I grinned shyly at her and
she blushed.
"You two really are a cute couple," Kendall said, picking up her
rolled towel.
Gina and I both grinned.
I released Gina and picked up my pack. Gina tugged me toward the
kitchen area and I eagerly followed. She had our picnic lunch
laid out on one of the tables. In addition to that, she had egg
sandwiches already prepared for breakfast.
"How long have you been up?" I asked incredulously, looking at
the breakfast sandwiches and neatly packed picnic lunch.
Gina smiled shyly. "About an hour and a half," she said softly.
"Wow," I said, whistling quietly at all she had done. "Thanks."
She grinned at me and I knew I was the luckiest guy in the world.
The egg sandwiches were still warm, so we ate them first, hastily
washing them down with orange juice. Then, we set about packing
our towels and the picnic lunch in the old army pack. It was a
tight fit, but I finally closed the flap over everything and
cinched the pack shut.
I hefted it with a groan and heard the Cokes settle into place
with a clink. The pack was easily twice as heavy as the one I'd
carried when the four of us had last hiked to the quarry. Since
it was only me carrying everything, however, it would have to do.
I settled the pack on my shoulders and we walked through the
screen door onto the dew-covered lawn, heading down the hill
toward the lake.
-----
Kendall actually wore good quality hiking boots, and kept up with
the pace I set. Since I was carrying so much, and not used to it,
I set a little slower pace than usual. Gina was a little anxious,
but she realized that I was the one carrying all our stuff, so
she was quiet about it. With the slower pace, she and Kendall
chatted amiably about the quarry and its environs.
We reached the tumbled-down rim wall a little more than two hours
after setting out. I had worn my watch--despite the fact that I
was so unused to wearing it that it chafed--and saw that it was
only a little after nine o'clock. As long as we were back at the
camp by six o'clock, we were fine. I decided that we'd better
leave by half past three, just to be sure.
As Gina and I unpacked the army pack, Kendall simply marveled at
the surroundings. I once again dunked the Cokes in the cold water
in the lee of the flattop rock while Gina put our lunch in the
shade. Kendall turned and helped pull blankets and towels out of
the pack, then sat down to unlace her boots. Gina and I quickly
joined her.
Kendall stood and stretched when she had her shoes and socks off.
I covertly watched her, making sure that Gina didn't notice. For
such a big girl, Kendall was actually very slender. Her height
and large breasts always made me think she was bigger, but her
legs were long and lean, and her stomach was as flat as Stacy's.
With a graceful arch, she dived into the water and Gina turned to
grin at me.
"She has such a beautiful body," Gina said, keeping her voice low.
"Not as beautiful as you," I said, playfully reaching for her.
She giggled and smacked my hand away. "I wish I were that tall,"
she said wistfully.
"I don't!"
She looked at me and blinked.
"If you were that tall," I continued, nodding at the older girl,
floating on her back in the lake, "then I don't think we'd... fit."
"You mean you like me because I'm short?" she asked, biting her
inner lip.
"No," I said, desperately trying not to sound exasperated. "I
like you because you're smart, beautiful, and sexy."
She grinned shyly and looked down.
"And short," I added.
Her eyes flew open and she gaped at me. I couldn't help but laugh
at her expression. She realized I was teasing her, mostly, and
laughed as well.
I quickly stood up and extended my hand to help her up. She
reluctantly took it and stood gracefully. I pulled her close and
put my arms around her. She resisted for a moment, then realized
that I wasn't going to let her go.
I put my lips next to her ear. She stopped squirming when I
kissed her tenderly.
"Let's go for a quick swim, to cool off and be polite," I said
quietly.
She nodded hesitantly.
"Then, we can walk up to the top of the falls. We can spread our
blanket out..." Her resistance was weakening. "And I can take my
time," I said, running my hand down her spine, since I no longer
needed to hold her against me. "I can explore a few of the many,"
I murmured, kissing her neck, then down the line of her shoulder,
"many things that I like about you."
Her breathing had quickened and she shuddered in my embrace, all
resistance vanished.
"Would you like that?"
She whimpered and nodded, melting against me.
"Now," I said softly, kissing her neck. "Are you ready to take a
quick dip before we go?"
She nodded hesitantly and I slowly released her. She smiled shyly
up at me and I almost relented. Much as I wanted to, however, I
knew we'd hurt Kendall's feelings if we simply took off and
headed for the top of the falls.
So Gina and I walked, hand in hand, to the edge of the boulder. I
watched her beautiful body arc into the water, raising a slight
splash, and followed her.
Kendall lifted her head out of the water as she heard us dive in,
and we quickly swam out to her.
We generally goofed off for a few minutes, simply enjoying the
cool of the lake after the heat and sweat of the hike. Gina's
eyes were smoldering every time she looked at me, however, and I
could tell she was very anxious to head up to the falls. Kendall
could tell too, and smiled at us.
"You two have somewhere to go?" she asked. "Somewhere private, I
mean?"
Gina blushed furiously, her complexion darkening further with her
embarrassment. I only grinned, and nodded sheepishly.
"Go on then," Kendall said. "I'll be fine here. I might eat your
lunch if you're not back by then, but I'll be fine."
"You're sure?" Gina asked.
Kendall nodded and Gina wasted no time. She tugged my arm and
began swimming toward the flattop rock. With a helpless grin at
Kendall, who only shrugged and grinned in turn, I quickly swam
after Gina.
-----
Gina practically raced me to the top of the falls. I took my time,
enjoying her building desire. I began to see the appeal of
teasing someone, to prolong the anticipation and the eventual
enjoyment. Susan's antics suddenly made much more sense to me as
I walked nonchalantly into the clearing by the pool at the top of
the falls.
Gina already had the blanket laid out and was kneeling in the
center of it, her feet tucked under her body. She was biting the
inside of her lip, and when I saw her, I couldn't help but grin.
She looked at me, eyes going wide, and I could see her start to
panic. With a flip of my chin, I motioned for her to stand up.
She was breathing quicker, but not because of her desire, and I
moved toward her, smiling reassuringly.
I set the pack down and wrapped my arms around her; she looked up
at me, blinking back tears. I nearly melted when her large, dark
eyes filled with moisture. I held her close and brushed her hair
with my hand. She sobbed against me and I merely held her,
feeling her hot tears washing down my chest.
When she calmed down a little, I pulled back and lifted her chin.
Her eyes were red-rimmed and her face was streaked with tears.
She sniffled pathetically and pouted.
"What's the matter?" I asked gently.
She drew a ragged breath and began to tear up again. "I wanted it
to be perfect," she sobbed. "And now I've ruined everything."
"What makes you think that?"
She sobbed again and blinked at me, fresh tears running down her
cheeks. "I wanted to make you happy, and now I'm all weepy, and
you don't want to have anything to do with me," she said through
her tears.
"What makes you think I don't want to have anything to do with
you?" I asked, genuinely incredulous.
"Because you're not hard," she sobbed.
I was stunned. And then I laughed.
She looked up at me, confusion and hurt marring her beautiful
face.
My heart wrenched and I smiled at her. I decided that I'd better
explain, right away.
"Gina, I couldn't be happier. I'm here with the girl I love,
we've got all day in a beautiful spot. I'm hoping to show her... to
show you... just how much I love you."
"You are," she said in a small voice.
I nodded quickly, reassuringly. "I want to have everything to do
with you. I don't want to ever let you go," I said, looking into
her tear-filled eyes.
"Really?"
I nodded. "And I'm not hard because I'm worried about you more
than anything else."
"You are?" Sniffle.
"Mmm hmm. We don't have to rush anything. I'm the luckiest guy in
the world just to be with you," I said earnestly.
"You really think so?"
I nodded firmly. "I do."
"I love you so much," she said softly, and pressed her face
against my chest. It was still wet from her tears, but so was her
cheek, and she didn't seem to mind.
I held her close, stroking her hair.
Suddenly, she laughed; a short, rueful laugh.
"Hmm?" I asked.
She pulled back and looked at me. Her eyes were mostly dry, but
still red, and she sniffled. "I wanted to suck you too. I
promised you. And now I've gone and ruined that too." She
sniffled again and looked miserable.
I chuckled and she looked up at me, her eyes threatening to tear
up again. I quickly explained. "You haven't ruined anything," I
said. "Besides," I hastily added, "you can't be stuffed up all
day."
At that, she grinned; then sniffled. She smiled shyly at me and I
kissed her softly.
"I love you," I said, holding her close once again.
She clutched me tightly and took a shuddering breath.
"Because you're short."
With that, she pinched me, hard. I yelped and she grinned at me,
the tension broken.
"You want to cool off?" I asked, nodding at the elongated pool.
"Then relax?"
She nodded quietly. "In a second."
She rummaged around in the pack and extracted one of the paper
napkins for our picnic. She turned away and blew her nose. When
she turned back, she daintily folded the napkin and placed it on
the ground next to the blanket. She smiled at me, red-nosed and
red-eyed, and I held my hand out to her.
-----
We took a quick dip in the pool, just to rinse off and cool down,
and then waded out. Gina picked up the towel and began to dry
herself. When she was done, she motioned for me to stand still,
and dried me as well. In the cold water of the pool, my penis had
shrunk, and my poor balls had tried to reach the warmth of my
stomach.
Gina kissed my shriveled scrotum and then playfully sucked the
tip of my dick. With a laugh, however, she stood and grinned at
me.
"Poor little guys just wanna be warm," she said in a little-girl
voice.
I grinned and pulled her into my arms. She came willingly and my
lips crushed against hers. Her tongue played with mine and I
broke the kiss, sucking her lip as I released her.
I nodded at the blanket and she held up her index finger,
motioning me to wait. She walked over to one of the boulders near
the edge of the rim wall, laid our towel out to dry in the sun,
and then she scampered back. I caught her in my arms, lifting and
swinging her around.
Her lips crushed against mine and she darted her tongue into my
mouth. When I spun to a stop, I held her against me, her feet
several inches off the ground, and simply enjoyed the taste of
her warm mouth. The sensation was heightened when her nipples
erected and dug into the flesh of my chest. I growled at her,
deep in my throat, and she giggled.
Finally, reluctantly, I set her down. I let her sink to the
blanket and then lowered myself over her. She lay on her back and
I propped myself to the side, on one elbow. I separated her legs
with one of my own, and lowered my face to hers.
We kissed for several minutes and I idly toyed with her left
nipple as our tongues danced against each other.
"Paul?" she asked as we separated and looked into each other's
eyes.
"Mmm hmm?"
"Will you teach me how to suck you?"
That got my attention. My penis was immediately hard against her
hip. She giggled as it pressed against her warm flesh. Then she
got serious again.
"You did just fine the other night," I said.
"Mmmmm," she said, remembering. "But that was my first time, and
I sorta knew what I was doing, but I'd never done it before. I
want you to show me what you like."
"What do you mean you 'sorta knew what you were doing?'"
She blushed and lowered her eyes. "I... well..." She rolled her eyes
at me. "Will you show me what you like?" she asked again,
changing the subject.
I decided to let her off the hook. With feigned innocence, I
asked, "How do you know I know what I like?"
She blushed and then bit the inside of her lip. "Paul..."
"Mmm hmm."
"I know you've... I know you've had more experience than me," she
said in a rush. "I don't know if I want to know how, or where,
but I know you have." She looked into my eyes, daring me to
disagree.
"What makes you think that?"
"You didn't just figure out how to do... that... with your tongue,"
she said, pointing down her body.
I smiled and shook my head.
"And you do things that make me... that make me feel... like I'm
going to explode," she continued, growing bolder. "I can't
explain it, but when I think about you, I get so wet sometimes.
And when you touch me," she said, her eyes rolling, "I feel like
I'm floating."
I kissed her, and she pressed herself against me, arching her
back as I pressed my hand against her abdomen and moved it lower.
When she pulled back, she was breathing heavily, her eyes closed.
She opened them and slowly focused on my face. Then she smiled
and kissed me tenderly.
"I want to make you feel like you make me feel," she said softly.
"Mmmmm, you do," I said, nuzzling her neck, my hand moving lower
still.
"Oh, God!" she breathed as I sank my middle finger into the
furnace of her pussy.
She arched her back again and bucked her hips against me. Her
pussy was tight, and very wet, and I eased my finger in past the
second knuckle. She hissed in pleasure, writhing under me.
Then her eyes popped open and she pushed me back. Seeing her
intense, focused expression, I stopped moving my finger within
her.
"I want to suck you," she said, her voice husky with desire. "I
want you to teach me."
I reluctantly withdrew my finger from her steamy pussy. She
sighed as it pulled free, and then her eyes widened as I raised
my finger before her, slick with her juices. Her eyes locked onto
it like a hawk watching a rabbit. With a grin, I brought my slick
finger to her lips.
She greedily sucked it into her mouth, tasting her tangy fluids.
I pulled it from her sucking lips and grinned at her as her eyes
popped open, looking for more.
I ran my index finger along her full, wet lips and looked into
her eyes.
"Teach me how to suck your dick, Paul. Please. I want to taste
you. I want to feel you explode in my mouth. I want--"
"Shhhh," I said, putting my finger over her lips and nodding.
She smiled at me and then kissed the tip of my finger, her eyes
closing delightfully.
When she opened them, smiling at me with her big, dark eyes, I
took a deep breath and smiled nervously. I gathered my courage
and ran my finger around her lips again, spreading her saliva
over them. I knew I was stalling for time, and finally resolved
myself to speak.
"Give me your hand," I said.
She blinked at me, then slowly raised her hand.
"At first," I said, kissing her finger, "you just wanna tease me
a little, kissing, licking, and maybe sucking a little." I suited
actions to words, and she watched raptly as I took her finger in
my mouth. "The head's the sensitive part, and you can really
drive me nuts just by concentrating there." I suckled the tip of
her finger, running my tongue over it and making her gasp.
"Lick up and down the sides too, and the bottom. And kiss it all
over," I said, looking into her eyes as my lips moved over her
finger. "It's usually real hard, but the skin still moves, so you
don't have to worry about hurting me. Just don't use your teeth,
unless you're real careful. You can nip at it, but make sure not
to do it too hard," I said, playfully biting at the tip of her
finger. She giggled, but got serious again quickly.
"Some fluid will leak out the tip," I said, licking the end of
her finger. "It's pre-come, and it's okay. If I'm really excited,
there'll be a lot of it sometimes."
She nodded, listening intently.
"When you've got me really worked up, then you can take me in
your mouth." I sucked her finger into my mouth, working my tongue
over the bottom. "Keep your lips tight," I said, after pulling it
out of my mouth. "Make sure your teeth don't scrape me, that
kinda hurts if I'm not expecting it."
"I remember," she said, grinning.
I nodded. "When you're ready to get me off, when I'm really
worked up and I start trying to force more of my dick in your
mouth, just take long strokes, back and forth." I showed her,
bobbing my head on her finger, caressing her with my taut lips.
"Try to take as much in your mouth as you can. But don't worry if
you can't take as much as you want, it gets easier with
practice."
She looked at me archly and I blushed.
"I think I'm going to have to thank the girl who taught you how
to give head so well," she said playfully.
I blushed again. I grinned at her like an idiot, and she grinned
in reply. Finally, I got serious again. "I'll tell you when I'm
ready to come, so it won't surprise you."
She nodded.
"When I'm ready, clamp your lips down pretty tight and stroke the
base of my cock," I said, then demonstrated on her finger.
"And then I get to taste you?" she asked, enraptured.
I nodded. "You wanna try?" I asked, releasing her hand and
rubbing my finger against her lips.
Instead of answering, she captured the tip of my finger and
sucked gently. She closed her eyes, and looking at her face, I
felt my erection twitch. She felt it as well, and smiled around
my digit.
She licked and teased my finger, mimicking what I'd demonstrated,
then started taking long, slow strokes. Then, with an insouciant
grin, she popped my finger out of her mouth and looked at me.
"Do I pass?"
I nodded, holding my breath.
"Do I get to take my _oral exam_ now?" she asked, grinning at me.
I swallowed hard and nodded.
Her eyes smoldering, she pushed me onto my back and came up on
all fours. With a hand, she brushed her hair back and kissed me,
hard. She started planting kisses down my neck and over my chest.
She didn't waste any time, however, in crawling between my legs.
She lifted my cock with her right hand, and with a rush, I felt
her hot breath on my member. She flicked her tongue out and
licked the bottom of my glans, making me hiss with pleasure. She
continued teasing my head, giving it big, wet kisses and sucking
gently.
She wrapped her tongue around the crown and then took me in her
mouth. Just a few inches, but it felt incredible. She sucked
gently and then lifted her head. Her hair was hot and damp on my
chest as she kissed her way down one side of my shaft, then back
up the other.
Then she took me in her mouth again. She couldn't take more than
a few inches, but she laved her tongue over all that she could
take, and I closed my eyes in ecstasy. Her lips tight, she slowly
withdrew my cock from her mouth. She began kissing and licking
the crown, wrapping her hand around the base and pumping.
She continued like that for what seemed like an eternity, teasing
my head and pumping my length. Without warning, she plunged her
head down and took almost half my length. Then she began bobbing
up and down, sucking me with long, slow strokes.
I was in heaven. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch her.
As she knelt between my legs, I marveled once again at how
beautiful she was. With one hand, I moved her hair aside and she
looked up at me, making eye contact. Her eyes twinkled as they
met mine, but she never slowed her pace.
Her lips formed a perfect "O" around my shaft, making love to my
penis. I watched for as long as I could, enraptured by the sight
of her sucking me. But finally, the sensations overwhelmed me,
and I felt my orgasm building.
I let my head fall back and groaned.
"I'm gonna come," I croaked.
Gina went into overdrive. She locked her lips around my shaft,
just behind the crown, and began pumping me with long, sure
strokes. I felt my balls tighten and knew I was only moments away
from coming.
Fireworks exploded behind my eyes as I erupted. Gina made a
delighted noise, her pleasure and surprise evident, and kept
pumping me. Spurt after spurt shot into her mouth, until it
seemed that I couldn't come another drop. She kept her lips
locked around my cock, pumping and swallowing.
When my orgasm finally subsided, I relaxed my clenched back and
leg muscles and twitched against her. My arms wouldn't hold me
and I collapsed on my back, my chest heaving. Gina was making
wonderful, contented noises as she nursed my cock. I didn't
shrink a bit, and she kept slowly pumping me and gently sucking
the head.
Finally, she pulled her mouth from my dick and took a deep breath.
She took me as far as she could and clamped her lips tight around
my girth. She sucked gently and massaged me with her tongue; her
mouth felt wonderful.
I struggled to lift myself on my suddenly rubbery arms and looked
down at her. Her face was rapturous as she gently sucked my cock,
still gripping the base with her hand. When she felt me sit up,
she looked up and lifted her eyebrows. She withdrew my length
from her mouth and kissed the saliva-slick tip.
"Mmmmm," she said softly. "Yummy."
I grinned at her and she took my length in her mouth again. I
groaned and let my head fall back. Finally, my cock softened a
little and she reluctantly let me fall from her lips.
I pulled her up to lie upon my chest, my slick penis sandwiched
between her thighs.
"That was wonderful," I said softly, and kissed her. Her lips and
cheeks were wet with a combination of her saliva and my semen,
and I pulled her against me, inhaling our scent as we kissed.
She collapsed on my chest, legs straddling my hips, and laid her
head upon my shoulder.
"I love you," she said, squeezing me tight.
"I love you too," I said contentedly. "I love you very, very
much."
She sighed and I closed my eyes, breathing deeply and luxuriating
in feeling her against me.
-----
A short time later, I don't know how long, I opened my eyes. I
vaguely remembered feeling Gina shift, but my mind was fuzzy and
not processing well. I blinked and felt for her. As my mind
slowly took in my surroundings, I realized why I couldn't feel
her next to me.
I felt her between my legs, her warm mouth surrounding my growing
cock. She was sucking me to hardness with long, slow strokes. I
laced my fingers behind my head and looked up at the sun-dappled
pine trees above us.
She felt my breathing change, as well as my movement, and
released my cock from her mouth.
"Mmmmm," she practically purred. "I couldn't wait for you to wake
up," she said. "I hope you don't mind."
I shook my head, and quickly realized that she probably couldn't
see the movement. "I don't mind at all," I said softly.
Without a word, she returned to sucking me to full hardness, a
state I reached shortly. She circled my glans with her tongue and
I gasped. Giggling deliciously, she sucked me into her mouth
again.
The unexpectedness of the situation worked to slow my initial
reaction, but when she started sucking me into her mouth with
long, sure strokes, I reacted predictably. She massaged my balls
with one hand and rhythmically squeezed the base of my cock with
the other.
She was making delighted sucking noises as she took me in her
mouth, and I quickly reached the point of no return. I began
thrusting my hips, trying to get more of my dick in her mouth.
She took my attempts in stride and kept her strokes long and even.
"Oooooooooooh, God. I'm gonna come," I groaned.
She sucked harder still, milking my cock with her hand and moving
her tongue over my length. She worked her lips against my shaft,
and with a convulsive jerk, I erupted.
I let out a low, sustained groan as I emptied myself into her
hungry mouth. She moaned in pleasure as my semen poured over her
tongue and down her throat. My back and legs were locked, my toes
curled, and every muscle was taut as I came, luxuriating in the
feeling as she swallowed my semen. She pumped my cock, milking me,
and I finally relaxed against the blanket.
My buttocks clenched convulsively and my hips jerked against her.
She let out a startled, but pleased, moan and began to slowly bob
her head on my dwindling erection. She sucked my softening cock
with long, gentle strokes, lavishing attention on me as I slowly
recovered from my orgasm.
When I was completely soft, she released me and crawled up to lay
beside me.
"That was nice," she said, idly circling my nipple with her
finger.
"Mmmmm," I agreed. "I like waking up like that."
We lay together for a while, until I felt compelled to look at my
watch. It was after twelve, and I realized that I was getting
hungry.
"What time is it?" she asked lazily, breathing deeply and hugging
me tight.
"A little after noon."
"We should probably get back to Kendall," she said. "I feel bad
about leaving her alone for so long, but..."
"Yeah," I agreed; to everything, spoken and unspoken.
We slowly stood and began the short walk down to the flattop
boulder.
-----
We found Kendall lying on her blanket, reading a book. As she
heard us approach, she lifted her sunglasses and looked up.
"You two look happy," she said brightly as we approached.
I blushed furiously. Even with Gina's darker complexion, I could
tell she was blushing as well. Seeing our guilty grins, Kendall
laughed.
Gina picked up our stashed picnic lunch and I retrieved the Cokes
from the water. We set everything out on the blanket and enjoyed
a quiet lunch.
"What're you reading?" Gina asked Kendall.
Kendall held up her book. "Eudora Welty," she said. "I just love
her stories."
"Yeah," Gina said, "I like her too. I think I could read _Why I
Live at the P.O._ over and over again."
Kendall laughed musically. "That's exactly what I'm reading now!
I'm just at the part where Stella Rondo is trying to turn Uncle
Rondo against Sister."
"Is this the first time you've read it?"
I listened in wonder. I had no idea what the two girls were
talking about. I quietly resolved to ask Kendall to borrow her
book when she was done.
"No," Kendall said quickly. "I finished the book about an hour
ago. I'm just going back and reading some of the stories I really
liked."
"When did you start reading it?" I asked.
"This morning."
"Really?" I asked, incredulous.
Kendall nodded. "You should see the stack of books I've got in
the Winnie. I've got to read, or... Or I don't know what would
happen to me," she said with a laugh. "I'd probably shrivel up
and die. Or I'd fidget. Momma hates when I fidget. She says it's
un-ladylike." She grinned at us. "She doesn't think it's ladylike
to read all the time, but she doesn't like it when I fidget
either. So she lets me have my books."
I was amazed. I was an avid reader too, science fiction, mostly,
but I didn't go through a book a day.
Gina and Kendall talked about other writers I'd never heard of,
and I once again resolved to expand my horizons a little. I was
silently cataloging names of authors that I would like to read,
if for no other reason than to have more to talk about with Gina.
Some of them I'd heard of, others were new to me. I was once
again amazed at how smart both Gina and Kendall were. It was
fascinating listening to them talk.
Their conversation waned, and both girls smiled shyly at me. I
grinned, suddenly happy for the attention.
"You all wanna go for a swim?" I asked. I'd enjoyed listening to
them talk about books, but I'd felt left out of the conversation.
I _had_ been left out of the conversation, but it was partly by
choice. After digesting lunch for a little while, I wanted to
swim.
Both girls nodded and stood gracefully. One after the other, we
dived off the boulder. After the hot afternoon sun, the water was
very cold. The girls teamed up to dunk me, and we all ended up
goofing around and generally having fun. I decided that wrestling
with two beautiful girls was very enjoyable, no matter how much
water I ended up swallowing.
When we decided to get out and relax, we all swam back to the
flattop rock. Kendall climbed out ahead of us and to my surprise,
Gina quickly slipped beneath the surface. Through the clear water,
I watched her swim over to me. I quickly realized her goal,
however, when she grasped my hips. I felt her warm lips tugging
at my shrunken penis and looked around to make sure Kendall was
not in sight. Gina sucked my quickly expanding cock into her warm
mouth, taking all of me before I became fully erect. When she
could only fit half my length in her mouth, she came up for air.
The cold water hitting my warmed cock was like a sledgehammer,
and I got dizzy for a moment.
I shook it off and looked at her as she rose to the surface. Her
hair slicked back, black and lustrous in the afternoon sun, I
once again thought how lucky I was. She kissed me, hard and deep,
and I wrapped my arms around her. My erection bumped against her
stomach as I pulled her close, crushing her diamond-hard nipples
against my chest.
"Hey you two," Kendall said from above us. "Get a room."
Gina and I exchanged guilty grins and looked up at the girl above
us.
"Sorry," I said lamely.
"No you're not," Kendall said, laughing. Then she disappeared
toward the center of the boulder.
Gina kissed me again and moved to climb out of the lake.
"You're not going to leave me, are you?" I asked plaintively.
She grinned and nodded. "Unless you wanna come up now," she said
wickedly.
"Like this?"
"Uh-huh."
"You want me to?"
Her eyes twinkling, she shrugged playfully. With a coquettish
turn and a wicked grin, she began climbing up to the blanket.
I decided that discretion was in order, and swam around for a few
minutes, until my erection had softened to the point where I
could climb out without embarrassing myself.
Once I climbed out of the cold water and reached the top of the
flattop rock, I found the girls drying their hair, sharing a
large beach towel. Gina grinned at me and looked pointedly at my
semi-hard penis. I rolled my eyes and sat down on the rock,
enjoying watching them.
Then, I looked at my watch.
"When do we have to leave?" Gina asked.
"Three thirty."
"What time is it now?"
"One thirty."
"What can we do for two hours?" Gina asked playfully, once again
making goggle-eyes at my dick.
"You two are terrible," Kendall chided us teasingly.
Gina and I just grinned at each other.
"You wanna go relax at the top of the falls?" I asked Gina.
"Relax!" Kendall exclaimed. "Hah! Go on, you two. Go."
Gina and I shared another grin and I stood.
The walk to the top of the quarry wall was more leisurely than
before, but the anticipation crackled in the air between us.
We both knew that this would most likely be the last two hours we
would have to be alone together. She smiled shyly at me and
intertwined her fingers with my own. My knees went weak and I
could tell that she meant to make it as special as I did.
-----
Copyright (c) 2002-2006 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved. |
Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
Part: Chapter 16
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mF, teen, oral
Revision: 2.0
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Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
by Nick Scipio
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The next day was as normal as possible. My dad was supposed to be
home sometime that day, but we didn't know when, so Mom wouldn't
let me go hiking again. I was dejected, but I also hadn't seen my
dad in almost three weeks.
After breakfast, Gina came by and we walked down to the lake
together. Mom had a sly look on her face as we walked out of the
clubhouse together, but she didn't say anything to me.
We got to the lake before most other people, and except for
Kendall Payton, we pretty much had the place to ourselves.
Kendall was lying on a lounge chair, reading a book. I didn't so
much as glance in her direction; I was pleased that I hadn't,
Gina seemed to be watching to make sure.
I chuckled quietly to myself as we reached the shore of the lake.
The raft had drifted over to the edge, and we simply stepped onto
it. With a shove, I sent us drifting out into the center of the
lake.
Gina sat down, folding her legs underneath her and I quickly
followed suit, sitting cross-legged.
"Did you...?" she tentatively asked.
"Did I what?" I asked, knowing full well what she was talking
about.
"You know."
I shook my head and my brow creased in a frown. "Did I what?"
"You know," she said, even more insistently.
I decided to let her off the hook. "You mean, 'did I get in the
shower last night and think about you?'"
She nodded quickly.
"And while I was thinking about you, did I..."
She leaned forward.
"Did I..."
She rolled her eyes at me.
I grinned. "Did I wash my hair?"
"You know what I mean," she said in a near-frantic whisper.
"Yeah, I washed my hair," I said. She looked like she wanted to
throttle me. "I washed my hair right after I jerked off. Twice,"
I said, looking her in the eye. "I was thinking about this very
beautiful girl who I know."
"Twice?" she asked, her eyes going wide.
I nodded.
"Wow," she said quietly.
"Did you?"
She blushed and lowered her eyes. Then she bit the inside of her
lip and grinned at me, giving me a slight nod.
"And what were you thinking about?" I asked her, enjoying her
anxiety.
She rolled her eyes at me again, then pointedly looked at my
penis.
"I'm sorry," I said, still teasing her, "I didn't hear that. What
were you thinking about?"
"You are impossible," she said, half in frustration, half in
amusement.
"I know," I said. "I'm inspired."
Right then, Manfred and Jenny called to us from the edge of the
lake.
They swam out to the raft and Gina and I slipped into the water
to talk to them.
"You have fun yesterday?" Manfred asked, grinning.
"Yeah," Gina and I said at the same time. We grinned at each
other.
"You all have fun?" I asked Manfred. He quickly nodded, and Jenny
blushed.
"We were thinking of maybe going again, just the four of us,"
Manfred said. "Maybe Saturday?"
"Sure," Gina and I said, again at the same time.
Manfred only rolled his eyes at us. "My family is leaving next
Sunday, and so is Jenny's, so we wanted to have a nice picnic
before we had to go home for the summer."
"Sounds cool to me," I said. "You wanna go to the quarry?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Okay," I said. "But this time," I continued with a sly glance at
Gina, "we want to go explore the top of the falls."
"Sure thing, little man," Manfred said. "You got it." Then, to
all of us, "Saturday, right after breakfast. And kinda keep it
quiet, I thought it'd be cool if it was just the four of us."
We all nodded.
Shortly after that, the twins came down the hill and jumped into
the lake. They swam over to us, and we soon had a game of Marco
Polo going. Erin and her friends came down and joined us as well.
Drew Payton, instinctively sensing the presence of thirteen-year-
old girls in the lake, quickly joined us, and we soon had a great
game going.
-----
Dad got home about three that afternoon. I was coming up to the
cabin to drop off my towel and saw his car pull in. Mom had been
waiting at the cabin, reading on the front porch, and she and I
both went around behind the cabin to meet him.
When he got out of the car, he looked very tired. He smiled as
soon as he saw us, however, and Mom ran to him. Dad opened his
arms and hugged her as she pressed herself against him.
When Dad looked up from kissing her, he pulled me to him, hugging
me and Mom at the same time. When he let us both go, I quickly
opened the back door of the station wagon and pulled out his
suitcase and Jepps bag. I shut the door and lugged the heavy
cases around to the front of the cabin.
Mom and Dad came around the corner a minute later, arm in arm,
and Dad smiled tiredly at me.
"Did you take care of your Mom and sister while I was gone?" he
asked.
I blushed and nodded. He seemed satisfied with my answer,
although he didn't know the half of it!
Inside, he collapsed unceremoniously onto the couch, pausing only
long enough to slip off his shoes.
"I've been up since ten, yesterday morning."
Mom sat on the couch next to him and he put his arm around her,
then he kissed the top of her head. I sat down in one of the easy
chairs.
"The mechanics got the new engine installed yesterday morning,
but they had to do all the run-up tests. Then the company had to
get a different A&P mechanic to sign off on the engine. They
needed the plane back this morning, however, so we departed San
Fran at zero dark thirty. I have been going non-stop since last
night, and I am so tired, I'm surprised I didn't drive into the
lake," he said with a wan smile.
"You want to take a nap before dinner?" Mom asked.
"I want to take a shower," Dad said, "then a nap."
Mom gave me a quick look and I stood up.
"Glad you're home safe, Dad. I'm gonna go back down to the
clubhouse."
"Glad to be home, kiddo," he said tiredly, then stood up as well.
I quickly hugged him and headed down the hill. I heard the cabin
door shut as I was walking down the stairs, and grinned to myself.
-----
Instead of going to the lake, I went looking for Susan. What I
really wanted to do was to talk. I walked past the clubhouse
without even looking inside, heading for her house. I knocked on
the kitchen door, and in a minute, she opened it with a smile.
"Hello, stranger," she said brightly. Then she saw the look on my
face. "Is everything okay?"
"I guess."
"C'mon in. You wanna talk?"
I nodded and she stepped aside to let me enter the kitchen.
"You want something to drink?"
"No thanks."
"I was just getting the last of my paperwork ready for tomorrow,
but it'll keep," she said, walking into the living room.
She sat down on the couch and I sat next to her. As soon as I was
seated, she turned to face me, throwing her arm over the back of
the couch and tucking her legs under her.
"Dad's home," I said without preamble.
"You don't sound like you're happy."
"I am... It's just that..."
"Now that he's home, things with your Mom'll go back to the way
they were before he left."
"Yeah," I said.
"Does that bother you?"
"I guess. I mean, it does and it doesn't. I guess I hadn't really
thought about it until now."
"You knew he'd be back," she said gently.
"Yeah, I guess. I'm glad he's back safe. But now that he is, I
guess I don't know how I feel."
"I think I understand."
"You do?" I asked, looking up at her.
She nodded. "Things will go back to 'normal' with you and your
mom. And you may know that's for the best, at least for your mom,
but it's not what you want."
I nodded. "It gets worse."
"Oh?"
I nodded again. "I don't know how I feel about anything anymore."
"What do you mean?"
"There's this girl, in camp, that I kinda like," I said
tentatively.
"Mmm hmm."
"Well, I really like her, a lot."
"Gina?"
When I spun my head and looked at her in shock, she laughed.
Laughed! At my pained expression, she put her hand in front of
her mouth and managed to stifle her laughter, but her eyes were
still smiling at me.
"Is it that obvious?" I asked in a strangled voice.
"No," she said, gently shaking her head. "I just know you well
enough by now."
"Yeah, well, Mom knew too," I said sullenly.
"I'm not surprised," Susan said. "Your mom knows you better than
I do. And you have to remember, we were both teenaged girls once
too."
"I guess."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at you. I'm sorry I
interrupted."
With a rueful expression, I continued. "Well, Gina and I went
hiking yesterday, with Manfred and Jenny, and we kinda..."
"Yes?"
"Well, we kinda fooled around."
I told her the entire story. Once again, Susan just let me tell
it, never interrupting me.
"So I really like her, but now... I'm kinda confused," I said.
"About what?" Susan asked.
"You. Mom. Stacy. Gina," I said. "Well, maybe not you. And maybe
not Mom. But Stacy and Gina for sure."
"Stacy?"
"Yeah," I said. "I mean, I really like having sex with her, I
can't wait for tomorrow, but I also can't wait until Gina and I
can go hiking again. Isn't there something wrong with that?"
"Maybe, maybe not," Susan said cryptically.
"Huh?"
"I don't think Stacy thinks of you as boyfriend material."
"Boyfriend material?" I asked, confused.
She nodded. "Boyfriend material. I get the feeling that Stacy
really likes you, but not like a boyfriend. More like a guy
friend who's safe."
"Safe?" I was beginning to feel like the rest of the afternoon
would be me repeating Susan's last words back to her.
"Safe," Susan said gently. "She can have sex with you, you won't
beat her, you won't move in with her, you won't screw her over."
"You don't think she'd be upset about Gina?" I asked
incredulously.
"I don't think so. But let me ask you this."
I nodded.
"Do you respect Stacy?"
I thought about it for a second, then nodded.
"Then ask her."
"Huh?" I asked, shocked.
"Ask her how she feels."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that," she said with aplomb.
"Are you sure?"
She nodded assuredly.
"Then what about Gina?" I asked.
"What about Gina?"
"I think I may be 'boyfriend material' to her."
"Is she girlfriend material to you?" Susan asked.
I quickly nodded.
"Is Stacy?" she asked pointedly.
I had to think about that. I slowly shook my head.
"Then my advice is," Susan said, "if you and Gina get serious,
then you'll have to decide what you want to do. Then the two of
you can decide what kind of relationship you want to have."
I raised my eyebrows at her, confused.
"If you two want to have an open relationship."
"Huh?"
"If you two want to have a relationship where you can enjoy other
partners, together or separately."
"Huh?" Sometimes, I felt so clueless.
"Maybe Gina would want another girl to join you, or you want to
watch her with another guy."
I quickly shook my head at that. The guy part, at least.
"No matter, there are lots of different ways it can work, but you
two will need to decide how you want your relationship to work."
"How we want our relationship to work? I don't even think I know
what the options are," I said, even more confused than before.
"I understand. When the time is right, you can ask me. Until then,
enjoy yourself with Stacy. Enjoy yourself with Gina." Then she
got a wicked twinkle in her eye. "And you can enjoy yourself with
me. If you want," she said slyly.
I blushed and smiled. I was still a little confused about how
things could work out with Stacy, or with Gina. But as Susan
lowered her head to my lap, I banished those thoughts completely.
When Susan took me in her mouth, I instantly became erect. She
immediately tried to swallow me whole. I put my hand on the back
of her head as she bobbed up and down and leaned my own head
against the back of the couch. It wasn't long before I filled her
mouth with my come.
As she nursed my slowly deflating cock, my thoughts once again
turned to Stacy. And to Gina. I decided that I would ask Stacy
about how she felt about me, I just had to figure out how I was
going to do it. And Gina... Thinking about Gina made my cock swell
again.
Susan's appreciative moan brought me back to my current
circumstances, and I once again banished thoughts of Stacy and
Gina as Susan slid to the floor. She never let my erection out of
her mouth as she moved between my legs and pulled my hips toward
her.
Then she did swallow me whole. Feeling the back of her throat
contract around my cock, I groaned involuntarily and put both
hands on the back of her head, holding her down.
"Oh God!" she said, pulling back and taking a deep breath. "What
made you so hard again?"
She didn't wait for my answer, however. She took me into the back
of her throat again and I could only grunt in reply. She swirled
her tongue around the bottom of my shaft and slowly withdrew. I
knew since I had come so recently that I wouldn't come again soon,
but Susan didn't seem to mind. She began bobbing her head on my
erection, playing with my balls with her right hand.
After several minutes of her delicious mouth and tongue, however,
I felt my orgasm approaching.
"You want me to come in the back of your throat?" I asked, my
voice husky with desire.
Lips still locked around my shaft, Susan only nodded and took me
as deep as she could. She bobbed her head a few more times, and
then with both hands, I impaled her on my cock, thrusting my hips
up to drive myself even deeper into her throat.
With a rush, I came.
When my orgasm had subsided, Susan pulled back and took a deep
breath, panting from the exertion. She looked up at me with a
dreamy smile and wiped the corners of her mouth. Then she took my
deflating penis in her mouth again and nursed me as I slowly
shrank.
-----
The next day, I saw Gina at breakfast and told her that I had to
go to town for the day to help Susan. I could see that Gina was
disappointed, but she said she was planning on having a quiet day
anyway, and that she'd see me when I got back. I felt guilty for
not telling her the truth.
I was at Susan's house shortly after breakfast. The night before,
I had told my mom that I needed to help Susan with the supplies
for the camp, and that while Susan was in her meeting, I'd go to
a movie. Mom had been skeptical at first, but Susan had assured
her, and Mom had agreed to let me go.
When I got to her house, Susan had just gotten out of the shower.
She opened the door with a towel around her head and quickly
motioned me into the cool of the kitchen. I followed her back to
her bedroom and sat on the bed, watching her dress.
She put on a matching bra and panty set, white and silky smooth,
and then took an outfit out of the closet. She put on a thin,
cream-colored skirt and a cobalt blue blouse, then a matching
cream blazer. Her normal strappy sandals were replaced by cream-
colored pumps and she had a matching handbag. A pearl necklace
and earrings rounded out her outfit.
She looked fantastic.
I was grinning the entire time she was dressing.
Finally, she looked up at me and quirked an eyebrow. "What're you
grinning at?" she asked.
I blushed. "I've just never seen you get dressed up."
She looked down at herself. "Oh, Paul. This isn't dressed up,
this is a business suit," she said. "You should see me when I
really dress up."
"I think you look great."
"Thank you," she said graciously.
She stepped into the bathroom to put the finishing touches on her
minimal make-up, and then stepped out into the bedroom, smoothing
her skirt.
"Ready to go?" she asked.
I nodded and stood up.
Susan had me load a cardboard file box into the back of the
station wagon, and we headed out.
-----
The drive into town was uneventful. Susan and I chatted about
mundane things, and I found out that her meeting was with her
accountant. With the trusts from her father, for her and her sons,
she had a full-time accountant to handle all the details. Judging
by the weight of the file box, there were quite a few details.
Before we went to Stacy's, we stopped by the bank. Susan came
back to the car and handed me an envelope. I opened it and there
were six more crisp twenty dollar bills.
I looked up at her in shock.
"I know it's more than we agreed on," she said upon seeing the
expression on my face. "But that's payment for helping today, and
a little extra money. Call it my contribution to your college
fund," she said with a grin.
"Thanks!"
I was now rich. Well... _I_ thought I was rich. I still had the
$120 from the first week, tucked safely in my dresser drawer in
the cabin. With almost $250, I could get about anything I wanted.
I didn't know what I wanted to buy, but I decided that I had to
buy something. Record albums, sunglasses, clothes, anything I
wanted!
Susan smiled at me as we drove out of the bank parking lot, and I
blushed.
In a few minutes, we arrived at Stacy's trailer, and Susan parked
by the front door. We knocked on the door and Stacy quickly
answered it, inviting us in.
Stacy was dressed in a light sun dress, her curly brown hair
pulled back with barrettes. She looked nervous.
"Susan, I know I said we'd be going to a movie, but I've been
thinking about it...," Stacy said, shifting from foot to foot.
"Mmm hmm."
"And would it be okay if Paul maybe just stayed here. I got to
thinking about it, and I just really didn't want to go to a
movie," she said.
"You mean you wanted to stay here and fool around," Susan said,
grinning.
Stacy blushed and hesitantly nodded. Susan's grin only got wider
at Stacy's obvious discomfort. Stacy shifted her weight and then
looked plaintively at Susan.
"Well," Susan said seriously, "I guess that's really up to Paul."
Then she turned to me. "What do you think, Paul? Did you really
want to see a movie?"
I blushed furiously myself. How could Susan be so blase about
some things? Feeling her scrutiny, I blushed even darker and
quickly shook my head.
"I don't know," Susan said, her expression serious.
Stacy and I both looked at her plaintively. Then she broke into a
wide grin.
"If it's okay with Paul," she said, "then it's okay with me too."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Stacy said.
Susan turned serious again. "My meeting is at one thirty, and it
should last at least two, maybe even three hours. I'll call if it
goes longer. Okay?"
Stacy and I both nodded. Susan kissed me on the cheek then smiled
again.
"You kids have fun," she said. And then she turned and opened the
door to leave. With a wave, she was gone.
"Cool!" Stacy said, as soon as the door was shut.
With no more preamble than that, she dropped to her knees in
front of me. She tugged at the waistband of my shorts, and pulled
them and my underwear down past my butt.
As soon as my cock sprang free, Stacy lunged for it. She wrapped
her lips around the head and closed her eyes, breathing deeply
through her nose. Then she opened her lips and took half my
length in her mouth.
Withdrawing, she exhaled sharply and smiled up at me.
"Mmm, I have wanted to do that all week," she said. "I hope you
don't mind not going to a movie," she said and then kissed the
tip of my penis.
I quickly shook my head and she smiled again. Stacy began running
her tongue up and down my shaft, kissing first my left and then
my right testicle. With her left hand, she slowly stroked my
erection as she laved her tongue over my balls.
Then she looked up at me with a mischievous expression.
"I want a facial," she said suddenly, giving my cock two good
jerks.
A facial? Like a mudpack? I had no idea what she was talking
about.
She looked up at me, past my cock. Seeing the look of confusion
on my face, she giggled.
"You don't know what a facial is?"
I shook my head. She licked the tip of my penis and grinned
wickedly.
"Then I guess I'll just have to show you," she said, and wrapped
her lips around my shaft again.
She wrapped her left hand around the base of my cock and began
sucking in earnest. She could only take about half of me into her
mouth, but she sucked and stroked at the same time, creating an
incredible amount of friction.
The sight alone, of her worshiping my cock, was almost enough to
make me come.
"Tell me when you're gonna come," she said, continuously stroking
me.
I nodded jerkily and she took me in her mouth again. I had no
idea what she wanted to do, but I resolved to tell her before I
came. I knew she didn't like the taste of semen, but my thoughts
trailed off as she renewed her oral assault.
Stacy bobbed her head back and forth, squeezing and stroking the
base of my cock with her hand, and soon, I felt my orgasm welling
up.
"Oh, God, Stacy. I'm gonna come," I said, groaning.
Stacy quickly took my dick out of her mouth and redoubled her
stroking. She closed her eyes, and then her lips, and aimed my
erection at her face.
I watched in fascination as she stroked me to orgasm. When I came,
the first thick jet of sperm hit her in the cheek and splashed
over her closed eye. She jerked as if slapped and moaned deep in
her throat. The next spurt cascaded over her nose, forehead, and
into her curly hair, making a long white trail across her face.
She directed spurt after spurt onto her face, over her lips,
covering her cheeks.
I was mesmerized as I watched her paint her face with my semen.
When the flow finally dwindled to a few slow gushes, she rubbed
her cheeks and lips with the head of my still-erect member,
spreading my glistening semen across her face. Then, her eyes
still closed, she smiled up at me, close-lipped.
"Mmmmm," she moaned wordlessly, her face dreamy.
I stared down at her while she continued to rub her face with my
slowly-shrinking cock.
She released me and then sat back. "Would you get me a towel from
the kitchen?"
I nodded quickly, then kicked myself. Her eyes were still closed.
She couldn't see me nod! "Hold on a sec," I said quickly.
She released my manhood and I shucked my shorts and underwear off.
I tossed them aside and retrieved a dishtowel from the kitchen.
When I returned to where Stacy was kneeling, she reached out, and
I placed the towel in her hand. She wiped my semen from her face,
making sure to get her eyelids clean. Then, she lowered the towel
and opened her eyes. She smiled up at me and sighed contentedly.
"That," she said with a grin, "was a facial."
"Oh. I think I like that."
"I'll bet!"
With that, she stood up and took my hand. She kicked her sandals
off and led me toward the bedroom. Once there, I kicked off my
shoes and socks, and then stripped my shirt over my head. Stacy
was grinning at me and I suddenly wanted her naked. I wanted to
run my hands over her smooth skin. I wanted to feel the heat of
her body next to mine.
I pulled her toward me and cupped her ass cheeks with my hands.
She giggled as I lifted the hem of her sundress. Before I could
pull it over her head, she was kissing me. I returned her kiss
and felt her tongue dart into my mouth. I pulled her tight
against me, feeling my flagging penis stir.
She broke the kiss and I quickly lifted her dress over her head.
Her French-cut white panties were all that covered her, and her
nipples were already puffy with her arousal. I hooked my thumbs
in the waistband of her panties and she put her hands on my
wrists.
"Not yet," she said, shaking her head.
I shrugged and pushed her back against the bed. She sat down and
immediately began to scoot toward the head of the bed. I crawled
after her and she spread her legs to accommodate my advance.
I planted a kiss on her tummy, right above her panties and then
kissed my way up her trim stomach. When I came to her breasts, I
ran my tongue around the skin surrounding her nipples. She sucked
in her breath as I pulled one of them into my mouth and flicked
my tongue against it.
My penis was now fully erect, and bumping against her panty-
covered crotch, and she moaned beneath me. I switched breasts and
pulled the other nipple into my mouth, coating it with saliva and
flicking it with my tongue. She put her hands on my head and held
me in place. I happily obliged her, and concentrated on her
nipples.
Then, slowly, I raised my kisses, moving up her slender neck,
kissing the side of her jaw, then right under her earlobe. She
bucked against me, breathing heavily, and the fabric of her
panties rubbed against my erection. I ground my hips into her,
rubbing her pussy with my erect shaft, and she groaned.
I pulled my head back and looked down at her. Her eyes were half-
closed with arousal and she was breathing heavily through her
nose. Her face and neck were flushed with her excitement as I
leaned in to kiss her lips.
She returned my kiss with rising ardor, pulling me against her
and darting her tongue in and out of my mouth. I began rocking my
hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy with my manhood and she
was soon whimpering against me.
I felt her reach down and hook her fingers in the waistband of
her panties and I stopped rubbing against her for a moment.
Before she could raise her hips and remove her panties, I put my
hands on her wrists.
"Not yet," I said to her wickedly. She moaned and thrashed her
head side to side, but let me pull her hands away from her
underwear.
I pulled my hips back and slowly pressed forward, bumping the
head of my dick against her cloth-covered slit. My head pressed
into her for a moment, eliciting a moan of approval, and then
slipped up her slit, raking across her clit and mons. I dragged
my shaft back over her and repeated the motion, causing her to
moan again, deep in her throat.
I kept this up, teasing her, for several minutes, until she
couldn't stand it any more.
"Oh, God," she said. "I've got to have you inside me!"
She pushed me back with a hand on my chest and once again hooked
her thumbs in her panties. She pulled her legs up to her chest
and slid the white fabric over her ass and up her thighs. She
extended her legs and pulled the garment all the way off. With a
toss, they disappeared over the side of the bed. She lowered her
feet, but kept her knees pulled up to her chest.
"I had a surprise for you," she said, pouting. "And I was going
to tease you. It wasn't supposed to be the other way around."
Then she smiled at me. "You wanna know what your surprise is?"
I nodded and returned her smile.
Slowly, she parted her legs. As my eyes traveled down her flat
stomach to her pussy, I sucked in my breath. She had shaved all
but a portion of her pubic hair. She had a little "V" of hair at
the top of her slit, but her labia were smooth. They were already
puffy and slick with her juices. As she spread her legs further,
her lips parted to reveal the fleshy folds of her inner labia,
already dark pink and flushed.
I began to scoot down on the bed, intending to taste her, when
she stopped me.
She shook her head and pulled me back up. "I want to feel you
inside me."
I nodded and sat back on my heels between her spread legs. With
my right hand, I grasped the base of my shaft and rubbed the head
against her slick labia. I teased her some more, parting her lips
with my glans, rubbing her juices over her skin. She whimpered
and bucked against me, trying to impale herself on my penis.
I lifted the head away from her pussy and chided her softly. When
she quit bucking her hips, I resumed teasing her with my swollen
member. She began whimpering and rolling her head side to side. I
pulled back a little bit and inserted just the head into her.
Her pussy was hot and incredibly wet, and I was tempted to bury
myself in her. But I resisted the urge and slowly withdrew my
penis, teasing her clit as I pulled out.
"Do you want me to jerk off?" I asked. "I could jerk off, and
come right here," I said, tapping the small patch of pubic hair
with my rigid shaft.
Her smooth mons quivered as the head of my cock slapped against
her and she shook her head, biting her lip and whimpering.
"Are you sure? I could come on your belly like I came on your
face."
She bucked her hips against me, still trying to snare my penis. I
once again lifted my shaft until her hips had settled, then I
slapped her mons again, making sure that I hit the top of her
slit, right over her clit.
"Please, Paul. Please...," she said, her need, and lust, coloring
her voice.
"Please what?" I asked, teasing her mercilessly.
Her eyes were closed, her face a mask of desire. "Please fuck
little Stacy's pussy. Please fuck me," she begged.
"You want me to fuck you?"
She nodded and bit her lip.
I decided to give her a taste, and set the head of my cock
against her pussy. I slowly slid my length inside her. She was
hotter and wetter than I remembered, and I easily slid deep
inside her. Her eyes popped open as I first entered her, then
slowly closed as I sank into her depths.
"You like that?" I asked.
She only nodded her head, breathing deeply through her nose.
I slowly withdrew my slick cock, letting the head slip free as I
pulled back. She whimpered and bucked her hips, trying to
recapture my manhood. I lifted my shaft with my right hand and
slapped it against her smooth mons again. By now, her labia were
fully engorged, spread wide and open to me.
With both hands, I pushed her legs back further, spreading her
open even further. I maneuvered my hips and rubbed the tip of my
cock over her hooded clit. She moaned again and tried to raise
her hips, but I held her down with my hands on her inner thighs.
I dragged my shaft back over her clit and set the tip at her
entrance, then gently eased forward until just the head of my
cock split her open.
"Please, Paul," she moaned. "Please fuck me. Come inside me. Fuck
me, fuck me, fuck me!"
I rocked my hips back and forth, never really entering her,
simply putting pressure on her spread pussy. Finally, I thrust my
hips forward suddenly and her eyes flew open. She grunted as my
hips slammed into hers and I seated myself firmly within her
pussy.
With a barely suppressed groan of my own, I began thrusting into
her. I kept my pace deliberately slow, and Stacy moaned, rolling
her head side to side. I didn't want to come too soon, but her
molten pussy threatened to overwhelm me.
I looked down as I fucked her slowly, enjoying the sight of my
girth splitting her apart. Her pussy sucked at my cock every time
I withdrew it, seeming to beg me to re-enter her.
I decided to quicken my pace, and soon, I was pounding into her,
rocking the bed and making her moan with each thrust. Then,
suddenly, I stopped, my cock buried in her pussy. She moaned
again, and I leaned over her, sliding my right hand under her
lissome body.
I rolled to my right, carrying her with me. As I rolled to my
back, she straddled my hips, my dick never losing contact with
her. I ran my hands up her slight torso and cupped her beautiful
breasts as she settled herself atop me. She bit her lip again,
closed her eyes, and put her hands on my chest.
Her pleasure evident on her face, she began to rise on her knees,
my juice-coated dick sliding free of her. She quickly resettled,
plunging down on my shaft. Her hands splayed against my ribs for
balance, she began to ride me.
I fondled her breasts, rolling her puffy nipples beneath my
thumbs, and she hissed in pleasure, eyes still closed. With her
right hand, she moved my left hand down until my palm rested
against her abdomen.
"Use your thumb," she said breathlessly.
I didn't know exactly what she meant, but I had a pretty good
idea. I began to move my thumb in small circles over her clit as
she slowly rode my cock. She began moaning and rotating her hips
with each downward thrust. Soon, I knew I was going to reach the
point of no return.
I felt my orgasm building, a warm flow of pleasure from my loins.
Stacy increased her pace, her buttocks slapping against my thighs,
and soon, I couldn't hold back.
I moved both hands to her hips and held her down on me, my cock
suddenly swelling. I felt the first rush of semen surging up my
shaft and closed my eyes, my legs stiff, my toes curled in
pleasure. As Stacy felt my release, she shuddered and moaned.
When my spurting finally subsided, Stacy collapsed backward, her
shoulders resting on the bed between my legs. I put my hands on
her inner thighs and rubbed her clit with my thumb, enjoying the
feeling of her slick, smooth mons under my fingers. Her hips
jerked at the contact and she put her hand over mine to still my
movements.
We both lay there panting for several minutes. Because of her
angle, my cock was firmly gripped by her pussy; a very
pleasurable position. Slowly, she sat up and looked down at me,
her face framed by her sweaty, curly brown hair. She smiled
drunkenly and collapsed against my chest, my semi-erect shaft
still buried inside her.
-----
Later, as we lay together on top of the sheets, Stacy was idly
running her finger around my hairless chest.
"Can I ask you something?" she asked quietly.
"Sure," I said, stroking her bare back.
"Well... I don't know where to start."
"Hmm?"
"I just don't know anything about you. I mean," she said, still
tracing her finger over my skin, "I know I like you, but besides
your name, I don't know a thing about you."
"What would you like to know?"
"Let's start with something I'm really curious about, and see
where it takes us," she said, propping herself up with her elbow.
She ran her hand down and stroked my flaccid penis. "For starters,
you've got an all-over tan. I think I've seen just about
everything," she said, squeezing me for effect, "and I don't see
any tan lines."
"That's a complicated answer," I said hesitantly.
"I'm a complicated girl."
I grinned at her. "Fair enough."
I paused for a second to marshal my thoughts.
"Well, anybody who'd likely notice already knows why I don't have
any tan lines."
"Well yeah," she said with a hint of exasperation. "You lie out
in the buff," she said, fondling my soft penis, "that much is
obvious. But your parents don't mind? Or don't they know?"
"Oh, they know," I said, laughing.
"Then what gives? I know a couple of girls who lie out topless,
and even a couple who don't wear anything, but I don't know any
guys who lie out in the buff."
I was tempted to tell her that I was the exception, but I decided
not to. Normally, unless the person was also a nudist, it's not
something that I'd share with anyone. People look at you funny,
people who don't understand, when they find out you're a nudist.
So it's just something that I'd always kept to myself. With Stacy,
I decided to break that unwritten rule.
"My family are nudists," I said simply.
"Huh?"
"Susan runs a camp, about an hour and half outside of town, for
nudists."
"You don't wear any clothes? At all?"
"Nope."
"All the time?"
"Yep. Except when we have to come into town."
"Is it like a cult or something?" she asked skeptically.
"Not really," I said, laughing again.
"I'm serious," she said, scowling at me.
"So am I."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Really. No tan lines, right?"
"Then how come Susan has 'em? At least on the bottom."
I explained it to her, and told her about the camp, and all the
while Stacy listened attentively.
"So there are just ordinary people there?" she asked.
"Pretty much. Am I ordinary?"
"No," she said, blushing. "But that's different. Are there other
people there? I mean, people our age?"
"Mostly my age," I said.
"Girls too?"
I nodded.
"Is that where you learned to screw, the girls in camp?" she
asked.
"Kinda," I said warily.
"Kinda?"
"Kinda."
"What do you mean 'kinda?'" she asked, enjoying seeing me squirm.
I caved. "Mostly it was Susan."
"Cool," she said.
"Yeah."
"So," she said slyly, "do you have a girlfriend at the camp."
I thought about Gina, wondering whether or not she was my
girlfriend. That was a mistake. I felt my penis, which Stacy
still held, swell when I thought about Gina. It wasn't much, but
Stacy felt it.
"You do!" she exclaimed, sitting up quickly.
I didn't know what to say. I suddenly panicked at Stacy's
reaction. I wondered if she'd ever want to see me again. But as I
looked at her, I read the expression of excitement on her face.
"Well..." I said, trying to dodge the question.
"There is. You do have a girlfriend!" she said excitedly, never
taking her hand from my manhood. "Tell me about her," she said
insistently.
"I don't know if she's really my girlfriend--"
"Well, your dick sure thinks she is," Stacy interrupted.
I blushed furiously, feeling the heat rise in my neck and face.
"It does," Stacy said defensively, stroking me for emphasis.
"I guess maybe she is my girlfriend. Maybe. I don't know though.
Well... not for sure anyway."
"What's her name?"
"Gina." As soon as I thought about Gina again, my dick twitched.
It was always getting me into trouble! Stacy felt it and grinned
shamelessly at me.
"What's she like?" she asked.
I described Gina, and Stacy listened raptly.
"Do y'all screw?" she asked. She felt my dick twitch again and
squeezed me, grinning like an idiot.
By now, I had my fingers laced behind my head and Stacy was
sitting on her heels, holding my half-hard penis in her hand.
"Not really," I said, equivocating.
"Tell me," Stacy said.
I described the hike to the quarry. I tried to keep things vague,
but Stacy kept asking pointed questions and pressing for more
vivid, and lurid, descriptions. The whole time I was telling her,
she was stroking my dick. And I was reacting, getting harder and
harder. By the time she finished asking questions, I was hard as
steel.
"Wow," Stacy said softly. "That's hot."
I blushed and could only grin at her.
"Sounds like Gina really does like you," she said. I frowned for
a moment, and she cocked her head at me. "What's the matter?"
"Does it bother you? Me and Gina, I mean?"
She thought about it a second and then shook her head. "I like
you, I really do," she said, squeezing my erection for emphasis.
"But not in that way. You know? Like friends? Besides," she said,
obviously teasing me, "you're too young for me."
"Too young for you?!"
She nodded impishly. "Well," she said teasingly, "maybe not all
of you." She squeezed my manhood again, still grinning at me.
I arched my eyebrows at her and started to pull away.
"Okay, okay," she said quickly. "Maybe you're not too young for
me after all."
I grinned wryly and she laughed.
"Seriously, though," she said, "you and Gina don't bother me. She
sounds like a really nice girl. And she sounds like she's really
cute." She squeezed my erection again as I nodded.
Then she got quiet for a minute, and I looked quizzically at her.
"You're okay with it? I mean, that I don't think of you that way?
Can we just be friends?" she asked
I hesitated a moment, then slowly nodded.
She stroked me again for effect and then grinned. "Fucking
friends?"
I quickly nodded this time, and she grinned wider.
She straddled my hips and held herself over my erection, aiming
it at her smooth, spread pussy. She settled onto me and I easily
slipped inside her well lubricated sheath. When she had seated
herself firmly, she bent forward and kissed me, darting her
tongue into my mouth.
I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed, returning her kiss.
She began to rock her hips back and forth, caressing my shaft
with her pussy. We kissed for several minutes, our tongues
darting and exploring. Her pussy gripped me and bathed my cock
with warmth as well as her juices.
When our lips finally broke apart, we each were panting. Stacy
smiled down at me as I pulled her hair back from her forehead and
kissed her brow. She began bucking her hips against me and
moaning as her passion increased. I moved my hands down to cup
her cheeks and began to thrust up into her.
She clutched me tightly, moaning against my shoulder with each
thrust, and soon I felt my orgasm approaching. I slammed up into
her one last time, thrusting myself as deeply as I could, and
felt the first spurt of my come coursing through my shaft.
Stacy grunted as I began to come, and I felt her spasm against me
as my hot semen washed her insides. When my orgasm subsided, I
relaxed my back and buttocks and slowly lowered my hips to the
bed. Stacy came with me, keeping my dick buried within her. We
were both panting with the exertion, still clutching each other
tightly.
Still breathless, Stacy said, "I love feeling you come inside
me." She pulled back to look at me drowsily. "My period was a
couple of days ago, but I saw the doctor last week and got on the
pill at the beginning of my cycle. He said I should probably wait
a month, but that I didn't have to, so it's cool."
I nodded and swallowed hard. I'd forgotten all about her not
being on the pill before.
"Forgot, didn't you?" she asked as if reading my thoughts.
I nodded slowly.
"You gotta pay attention to things like that," she chided me.
"Unless Gina's on the pill too..."
I shook my head.
"Then you'd better be sure you're not making babies."
I nodded soberly.
She kissed me again, softly this time, and rested her head on my
shoulder. In the comfort of the moment and the warm afternoon of
her bedroom, we both drifted off to sleep. I vaguely remember
feeling her climb off and curl up next to me. She put her head on
my shoulder and I wrapped my arm protectively about her.
-----
Copyright (c) 2002-2006 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved. |
Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
Part: Chapter 10
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: MF, mF, mFF, teen, oral, inc
Revision: 2.01
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Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
by Nick Scipio
CHAPTER TEN
The following day was the Fourth of July. Dwight Delozier always
fired up a large barbeque cooker to slow-cook ribs and pork
shoulder all day long. Most all of the families in the camp would
fix a couple of side dishes and we'd have a large pot-luck picnic
mid-afternoon.
At sundown, we'd go down by the lake and shoot off fireworks. For
the younger kids, it was sparklers only. For us older kids, we'd
light off firecrackers and shoot bottle rockets.
The Fourth of July at Aunt Susan's was a huge festival day, and
this year it had snuck up on me--I'd been too pre-occupied to
realize it was coming until it was here.
That morning, I woke up early. Mom and Erin were both still
asleep, and I decided not to disturb them. I quietly left the
cabin and headed down to the clubhouse to fix myself some
breakfast.
The camp was quiet as I walked down the hill to the clubhouse,
and once inside, I saw that only Dwight was there. He usually got
up early, to build his barbeque fire, and I felt a surge of pride
that I'd risen before most of the rest of the camp.
Dwight looked up as I walked in. He looked startled to see me,
but quickly smiled and waved.
I walked over to the kitchen area to fix myself some cereal. I
noticed Dwight watching me the entire way. As I moved behind the
counter and headed toward our stuff, Dwight didn't move. He was
facing the counter, mixing a bowl of barbeque sauce, with only
his head turned to watch me. Dwight's family's basket of food was
next to ours under the counter, so that wasn't unusual. Only,
something about his manner seemed a little odd. I couldn't tell
what it was, though, so I shrugged it off as I walked over to
stand beside him.
"Morning, Paul," the big man said.
"Morning, Dwight."
"What're you doing up so early?"
"Oh, I just got up early," I said cheerfully. "And I came down to
fix myself some cereal."
He cut short whatever he was about to say as I parted the
curtains and crouched down. I quickly stuck my head under the
counter to rummage in our basket for some Fruit Loops.
I was just about to put my hand on the box when I felt someone
staring at me. I stopped mid-reach and looked to my right. There
was somebody under the counter!
I tried to stand up and banged my head. With a curse my mother
wouldn't have approved of, I rubbed the back of my head and
looked to my right again. I looked right into the smiling face of
Terri, the woman staying in the cabin next to ours.
And that was the least of the shocks that I experienced. My eyes
widened in disbelief as I took in the scene before me. We called
Dwight "Donkey-Dick" for fairly obvious reasons. When his dick
was hard, which it was right now, it was the largest penis I'd
ever seen. It must've been almost a foot long!
As my eyes fully adjusted to the curtain-filtered light under the
counter, I could see that Terri was kneeling in front of Dwight,
holding his monster dick with her left hand. She put her right
index finger to her lips and smiled at me.
With a wink, she opened her mouth wide and returned it to
Dwight's monster. She could barely fit more than a few inches in
her mouth, but that didn't prevent her from licking up and down
the length of his shaft and sucking on the head; all while
stroking his massive length with her left hand. My penis
immediately sprang to attention.
I carefully backed out from under the counter, with the immense
presence of mind to grab the Fruit Loops that I'd originally come
for. When I stood up, I was blushing. Dwight clapped a massive
hand on my shoulder and leaned down.
In a conspiratorial tone, he said, "Now you know the secret of my
early-morning barbeque sauce."
I blinked at him.
"I mix my sauce, and she polishes my knob," he said with a
booming laugh.
Dwight looked down and saw my erection, barely more than half the
length of the one that he sported. I was too stunned to try to
hide it. With another booming laugh, he looked down to where his
prodigious penis disappeared between the curtains.
"Another victim for you, Terri," he said in a much more normal
tone of voice.
With that, his powerful hand on my shoulder spun me to face the
counter and shoved. I woofed into the edge of the counter, my
erection parting the curtains and thrusting into the open area
underneath the counters.
Dwight leaned over again. "When she finishes me off, she'll
polish your knob too," he said with a wink.
Just then, I felt a hand wrap itself around my erection; Terri's
hand. She began to slowly stroke me and Dwight laughed again,
seeing the expression on my face.
"Don't worry, boyo. I've never met anyone like Terri. She can
suck-start a Harley," he said with another booming laugh. "Ow!"
He looked down at his massive manhood. "Sorry, baby, you know I
love what you do."
I tried to stifle my laughter, and was mostly successful.
"She really knows what she's doin' with a dick," Dwight said in a
much lower voice. "Now," he said, sliding the bowl of barbeque
sauce in front of me, "you stir while I supervise."
He then gripped the edge of the counter with both hands and
concentrated on the blowjob the petite blond was giving him. I,
obediently, stirred the sauce.
In a few minutes, Dwight closed his eyes and leaned his head back,
not making a sound. I could tell that he was rewarding Terri for
her efforts. When his orgasm had subsided, he breathed heavily
and opened his eyes, taking a half-step back from the counter. I
surreptitiously looked down; his enormous erection had dwindled
somewhat, but was still the size of a child's arm.
Then I heard Terri scooting our basket out of the way. Dwight
pulled the sauce back over in front of him as I felt Terri's hot
breath on my erection. She gripped my shaft and tugged, pulling
my stomach all the way up against the counter. And then, I was
inside her mouth.
"Now," said Dwight, "I'll stir and you observe." With another
booming laugh, he began to stir.
And Terri began to suck.
Her lips surrounded the head of my cock and she stroked my length
several times. Finally, she began sucking in earnest. She would
take about half my dick into her mouth and clamp her lips down,
stroking her hand forward at the same time. Then she would
withdraw her mouth, lips tight, while stroking toward my body
with her fist. As she bobbed her head on my erection, she would
swirl her tongue around the underside of my dick and shake her
head from side to side, caressing my manhood with the inside of
her cheeks.
I tried to hold out as long as I could, but my best wasn't very
good. Under her intense oral ministrations, I came in short order.
I gripped the edge of the counter as I came, feeling my semen
spurt into her mouth. She continued to pump the base of my dick
as my orgasm subsided, milking me for all I was worth.
When she released me, I stepped back. I heard some shuffling and
sliding from behind the curtains, and then Terri emerged. She was
smiling like the cat that ate the canary, wiping the sides of her
mouth with her fingers.
She looked at Dwight first, disapproval plain on her face.
"Dwight, if I didn't love your big dick so much, I'd never talk
to you again."
"C'mon baby, you know I love ya," he said, his grin infectious.
"You know I was only teasin'."
"I know, but that doesn't mean you won't get bit if you do it
again," she said, her voice softening a little.
"And you," she said, rounding on me. "Give me a little more
warning next time and I'll spend more time on you. But this big
jerk," she said, pointing her thumb over her shoulder at Dwight,
"pissed me off and I'm sorry you only got a quickie."
"Um... that's okay," I said hesitantly.
"Sorry, sweetie. Any time you want a better one, just you let me
know."
I blinked at her in surprise and shock.
She leaned close to me and said in a low voice, "I like your dick.
It's just the right size for sucking. If you want a repeat, you
know where to find me." With a wink and a pat on my ass, she
walked away.
Dwight watched and then turned to me. With another conspiratorial
wink, he said, "I just love making barbeque sauce!"
His booming laughter filled the empty clubhouse as I finally
poured myself a bowl of Fruit Loops.
-----
After my pre-breakfast blowjob (which, I thought to myself,
wasn't all _that_ unusual, even though it was from a different
woman), I decided to sit out on the patio and enjoy the quiet of
the camp.
The smell from Dwight's carefully maintained barbeque fire was
actually quite enjoyable; especially now that I understood what
went into making his sauce! He tended his cooker like a mother
hen, turning and basting and making sure his fire wasn't too hot.
The results should be spectacular.
I heard things starting to bustle in the clubhouse as families
came down for breakfast. Then I heard the screen door open behind
me and turned to see Gina coming out. Her hair was pulled back in
a short pony tail, with wisps escaping to frame her oval face.
She had European-style sunglasses perched on top of her head and
carried a paper towel and a large orange.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked.
"Be my guest."
She dragged a chair over next to me and sat down, spreading the
paper towel on her lap. I was nervous being around her, just the
two of us. I didn't know why, but I was. There was nothing I
could do about it, however, so I simply tried to enjoy her
company.
"Where were you yesterday? Jenny, Manfred, and I were looking for
you," she said, beginning to peel the orange.
"I had to finish up some work I was doing for Aunt Susan," I
half-lied. I didn't tell her that the other half of the day I
wanted to be by myself.
"What were you doing for her?"
"Mostly lifting boxes and stuff."
"Huh?"
"She needed help cleaning out her garage, and going through a
bunch of her father's stuff. The stuff in the boxes. So I pulled
boxes off the shelf, helped her sort through them, and then put
the re-packed boxes back on the shelf."
"Doesn't sound fun."
"Actually, it was. Aunt Susan's really kinda cool."
She arched her eyebrow at me and popped an orange section into
her mouth. She separated another one and offered it to me.
"Thanks. Where are Jenny and Manfred?" I asked around the orange
section.
She shrugged.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"I think Jenny kinda likes Manfred."
"Huh?"
"'Manfred said this,' or 'Manfred did that.'" she said in a
Jenny-falsetto. "That's all she talks about."
"Well, Manfred's a pretty cool guy."
"Yeah, I guess. But I've known Manfred since he was ten and
really annoying. Besides, he's too tall."
"Not for Jenny, I guess. She's taller'n me," I said.
"Yeah, I guess."
We sat quietly for a while. She'd peel an orange section off and
hand it to me, then eat one herself. Pretty soon, we'd finished
the entire orange.
"Thanks for the orange."
"You're welcome."
"If Manfred and Jenny don't show up soon, you wanna go down to
the lake?" she asked.
"I guess."
"Okay."
When there was still no sign of Manfred or Jenny in ten minutes,
we decided to head for the lake. Gina took her orange peel inside
to throw it away, and I followed. Inside, many of the moms were
busy working on food for the picnic later in the afternoon. Mom
was there, chatting with some of the other women about what
dishes everyone was going to prepare.
We decided not to ask the grown-ups about Jenny and Manfred.
"I gotta go up to our cabin and get my towel," I said.
She picked up her own towel and a bottle of suntan oil from the
back of one of the couches. "I'll come with you."
"Okay."
We walked up to our cabin in silence. I don't know why, but it
was a comfortable silence.
Once there, I pulled my towel off the porch rail and draped it
around my neck. We then headed back down the hill toward the lake.
"You're different this year," she said.
"Huh?"
"You're different this year."
"You mean like taller?"
"No, like... different."
"Well, you're different this year too," I said, somewhat
defensively.
"Yeah, but mostly it's just my boobs. With you, it's something
else."
"It's not my boobs?"
"No, dummy," she said, laughing at me. "It's something else. I
dunno what though."
"Good or bad?" I asked, suddenly a little worried.
"Hmmmm," she said, deliberately letting me twist. "I'd say...
good."
"Oh," I said, suddenly blushing.
The rest of the trip down the hill to the lake was in silence. I
wondered what about me was different. I didn't feel different.
Well, I did, really. I felt very different, but I couldn't
exactly tell Gina that.
When we got to the lake, we put our towels down on our loungers
and took off our flip-flops. Gina tossed her sunglasses down on
top of her towel and pulled the rubber band out of her hair,
shaking it loose around her shoulders.
"Last one in is a rotten egg!" she shouted and dashed toward the
water.
She beat me by a good three steps, arcing her luscious body into
a distance dive. I followed right behind her and with a few
powerful kicks, I caught up to her and tugged on her ankle.
Despite the growing heat of the day, the water was cold enough to
take my breath away.
"I don't think I want anything to do with a rotten egg," she said
in mock disdain, breathing hard from the burst of exertion.
"Oh. Okay," I said and began to swim back to the edge of the lake.
"Paul, wait!"
I stopped swimming and turned to tread water.
"I was only kidding," she said in a fine imitation of
exasperation.
"Even if I am a rotten egg?"
"Even if you are a rotten egg."
"Okay," I said, swimming back toward her.
When I'd almost reached her, she began kicking away from me,
toward the raft, splashing me in the face and sending foaming
waves in my direction. I quickly ducked under the water and
kicked after her. I passed her by underwater and continued for
the shadow on the surface that was the raft. I surfaced on the
opposite side of it and quickly climbed up.
"Hey. Up here."
She suddenly turned in the water and saw me standing on the raft.
"No fair."
"How?!"
"You're a better swimmer than me. Help me up."
I reached down to pull her onto the raft, enjoying the view I got
when her body stretched out as I lifted her. Once she was on the
raft, she put both her hands on my chest and pushed, hard. I
stumbled backward and off the edge. As I sputtered to the surface,
I saw her looking down at me, grinning from ear to ear.
"That's for beating me to the raft."
By the time I climbed back on top of the raft, she was already
lying down. She shaded her eyes with one hand and patted the spot
next to her with the other. Then she put her arms back by her
sides and closed her eyes against the glare of the sun.
Looking down at her, I marveled at all the changes her body had
gone through in the past year. My gaze lingered on her round
breasts, flattened to her sides, both nipples crinkled and erect
from the cold water. I let my eyes wander down her flat stomach
to the flare of her hips, and then to the small strip of jet
black pubic hair at the junction of her thighs. There were drops
of water beading the wiry hair, reflecting the sunlight like
little diamonds.
Finally, hesitantly, I lay down on my back next to her. I closed
my eyes and basked in the warmth of the sun on my front and the
warm canvas raft on my back.
-----
About noon, Manfred and Jenny showed up at the lake. They called
to us and we swam over, climbing onto the warm coping bricks to
stand dripping in the grass at the side of the lake.
"Where've you guys been all day?" Gina asked.
Both of them shrugged and Manfred grinned like an idiot.
"We were up in the clubhouse, playing ping-pong," Jenny answered.
"You wanna go get some lunch?" Gina asked me.
"Yeah, I guess. You guys wanna come?"
"We already had lunch," Manfred said guiltily.
"Okay, see ya later then," I said.
Gina and I grabbed our towels and dried off, then headed up the
hill.
When we arrived, the clubhouse was a hive of activity. Dwight was
taking ears of corn wrapped in foil out to the cooker and the
smells of wonderful dishes filled the air. Mom was nowhere in
sight, so we headed for Gina's mom.
"Hi kids," Elizabeth said, stirring a boiling pot of macaroni. (I
always loved listening to her clipped British accent.)
"Hi Mom."
"Hi Elizabeth."
"What can I do for you kids?"
"I was going to fix us some lunch," Gina said.
"Sure, love," Elizabeth said. "Don't spoil your appetites for the
celebration."
"We won't, Mom," Gina said. Then she turned to me. "How about
PB&J sandwiches?"
"Sounds good to me."
Gina fixed us sandwiches, one for her and two for me. While she
was fixing, I got two cold Cokes from our refrigerator. I took
them to the table with paper napkins and Gina brought over plates
of sandwiches and chips.
"Thanks," I said.
She smiled at me and I thought I would faint. She was so
beautiful. "You're welcome."
We ate in silence, enjoying watching the hustle and bustle of the
clubhouse and the preparations for the late-afternoon picnic.
After we finished our lunch, we headed back down to the lake.
When we got there, Jenny and Manfred were out on the raft, and it
looked like they were holding hands.
With a snort of what sounded like disgust, Gina began spreading
her towel out on one of our loungers. I took my cue from her and
spread mine out on the chair next to her. She bound her hair back
and put her sunglasses on top of her head. Then she sat on the
edge of the chair and opened her bottle of suntan oil.
I was completely mesmerized as she squirted the shiny oil into
her hand and began rubbing it all over herself. I watched in
wonder as she oiled first her shoulders, then her arms, and
finally her breasts and stomach. I knew I was gawking, but I
couldn't help it. Watching her shiny breasts swing from side to
side as she oiled her legs, I was brought back to reality by a
familiar tingle in my penis.
"Do my back?" she asked, holding the bottle out to me.
"Uh... sure."
I squeezed more of the slippery oil into my hands and began to
rub her back and shoulders. When I was finished, all too soon,
she turned around.
"Thanks," she said with a smile. "I'll do you."
I normally didn't use suntan oil. I burned just fine without it.
But I wasn't about to say no to her. So I turned and she oiled my
back. I then finished oiling my front, taking care not to come
anywhere near my penis, lest I disturb the careful stasis I'd
managed to somehow achieve in that area.
Once we were properly oiled up, we lay down on the chaise lounges
and simply soaked up the sun, turning over once in a while.
We were lying on our stomachs when Gina raised herself up on her
elbows and looked at me.
"I know what it is."
"What?" I asked, opening my eyes. I couldn't help it, my eyes
were drawn to her dangling breasts like magnets. She looked so
beautiful there that I felt my penis harden, despite my best
efforts to remain flaccid.
"I know what's different about you."
"What?"
"You're not talking all the time."
"So?"
"Last summer, you were all nervous and talky."
"So?"
"So? So?" she teased me. "Sometimes a girl likes to be around a
guy who doesn't talk her ear off."
"Oh."
"It's nice."
"Uh, thanks?"
She merely smiled at me, and I felt my penis stiffen further. She
folded her arms and rested her head on them, looking at me. Her
expression was indecipherable, but her lips quirked up at the
corners and I smiled in return.
I wondered how much longer I'd have to lay on my stomach.
As it turned out, it was quite a while.
-----
The barbeque picnic that afternoon was a huge success. The meat
on Dwight's pork ribs was tender and juicy, and almost falling
off the bone. The women of the camp had fixed a magnificent meal
to go with the huge quantities of pork barbeque that Dwight
prepared.
Jenny and Manfred joined Gina and me, and we all had a tremendous
amount of fun, the day's earlier tensions forgotten.
After eating, we decided to go hang out in the clubhouse and play
pool. None of us were any good, but we all had fun making lousy
shots and cheering when one of us got lucky.
That evening, the fireworks were fantastic. Jenny's dad John had
brought a whole crate load, as had Dwight, and the two of them
lit off huge rockets and roman candles. Seeing the other families
with their fathers made me realize that I missed my dad. I could
tell Mom did too.
Gina was off with her family, and Erin was with her friends, so
for a while Mom and I were standing watching the fireworks by
ourselves. Susan soon joined us though, and the three of us
enjoyed the show together.
Susan leaned over to talk to Mom as the fireworks were winding
down. "I've got another bottle of Chardonnay in the fridge, do
you want to come over and help me with it?"
Mom considered for a moment, then nodded. "You want to come too,
Paul?"
"Me?"
Mom nodded.
"Sure, I guess." Gina was with her family, Manfred and Jenny were
together, and Erin was still with her friends. What else was I
going to do?
Mom went over to make sure Jessica Jordan would keep an eye on
Erin for her, and Susan and I had a few minutes alone.
"Did you have a good day?" Susan asked.
"Uh-huh. You?"
"Yeah, I did. I got a lot done around the house. Piddling stuff.
You know."
"Yeah."
"Are you okay with things? With us?"
"Yeah." I smiled at her to show that I was sincere.
"I'm glad," she said.
When Mom returned, the three of us headed up the hill toward
Susan's house.
-----
The candles from the previous night were still on the table and I
took a box of matches and lit them while Susan went inside to
fetch the wine and glasses. Mom sat down and breathed a sigh of
relief, she had had a busy day cooking and then helping clean up
afterward. Susan returned with a wine bottle in one hand, already
beginning to bead with sweat, and three wine glasses in the other
hand. As I closed the kitchen door for her, I noticed that she
had removed her bikini bottoms while she was inside.
She uncorked the wine bottle and poured each of us a glass. Mine
had just as much as theirs, and I was kind of surprised.
"Happy Fourth of July," Susan said, raising her glass after we'd
both sat down.
"Happy Fourth," Mom and I echoed, raising our own glasses.
This was only the second time I'd ever had a glass of wine that
was my own, and I quickly started feeling its effects. Mom and
Susan kept a close watch on me, to make sure I didn't drink too
much. But truth be told, the wine was a little too tart for me.
It's something that I've gotten used to, and even come to like,
but my first tastes of wine were more out of wanting to seem
grown up than any real enjoyment.
However, simply relaxing in the slowly cooling night, enjoying
the company of Susan and my mom, we quickly finished most of the
bottle. Susan had prepared for this eventuality.
"I'm glad I put another bottle in the fridge," she said, pouring
the remaining wine into our glasses. "I'll be right back."
She returned with the second bottle and uncorked it too.
"No more after this bottle," Mom said, "I'm feeling relaxed
enough as it is." She slouched down in her chair, kicked off her
flip-flops, and swirled the wine in her glass.
I only drank two glasses of the wine, but I could feel its effect.
My lips and nose had gone a little numb, and I was feeling very...
languid. Susan and Mom had more to drink than I, but I suspect
that they were a little more used to it than I was. As it turned
out, I was right, and wrong. Neither of them were obviously tipsy,
but neither of them were feeling any pain.
We simply enjoyed the evening, sitting in silence, sipping the
wine (although I suspected that they were enjoying it more than I
was). When the second bottle was only half full, Susan suggested
we go inside. When the two women rose, I blew out the candles and
followed them inside.
-----
Inside, the kitchen was dimly lit by only the distant end table
lamp in the living room. Susan silently padded across the kitchen
to lean against the counter to the left of the stove. Mom moved
over toward the sink and I took up the corner nearest the door.
Mom set her glass on the counter next to the sink and rubbed her
neck and shoulders.
"If you want, I can rub your shoulders for you," I said.
"Thank you, Paul, that would be nice," Mom said, turning to face
the sink.
I set my mostly-full wine glass on the counter and walked over to
where Mom stood. I put my hands on the warm skin of her shoulders
and started rubbing. I didn't have a plan, I was simply winging
it, but by her moans of satisfaction, I figured I was doing just
fine without one.
I rubbed her shoulders and neck, and then kneaded down her back,
splaying my fingers out and pressing in with my thumbs. I worked
my way back up and massaged her shoulders, then down her arms.
Susan watched wordlessly from the dark corner, sipping her wine.
I returned my hands to Mom's shoulders and gently rubbed and
scratched her back. As my hands moved over her warm, smooth skin,
I felt my penis slowly begin to stiffen. When I had rubbed her
back two days ago, it was in the cold water of the lake. Here,
contact with her warm skin was almost electric, and my penis
quickly hardened completely.
I looked at where Susan stood in the shadows to my right. I
couldn't tell for sure, but I thought she was smiling at me. I
looked back to Mom quickly, however, as I felt her begin to move
back toward me. She folded her arms on the counter, taking a step
backward to stretch her back. When she stepped back, she almost
bumped into my protruding erection. I had to quickly step back
myself to avoid poking her.
Susan quietly chuckled at the scene, but Mom didn't seem to
notice. In the dim light from the living room, I looked down at
Mom bending over in front of me, supported by her arms on the
kitchen sink. She looked exactly like I was getting ready to fuck
her from behind. My penis got even harder at the thought.
I continued rubbing her shoulders and back, gently kneading her
muscles. The appreciative noises she was making spurred me on. I
began to get bolder and moved my hands along her sides, up under
her arms. I would lightly scratch down her sides to her hips and
then move back up, trailing the tips of my fingernails along her
smooth skin.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I worked my way further around her body
until I was caressing the outer curve of her breasts on each pass.
I continued rubbing her back, sliding around to touch the sides
of her breasts, and she moaned in obvious pleasure. Finally, I
slid my hands still further around to where my fingers were
actually on her stomach. I then ran them lightly back up her body,
feeling them press against the soft flesh of the underside of her
breasts.
If I had only continued moving, I would be cupping her breasts.
Instead, I pulled my hands back and returned to her back. I ran
my hands up and caressed the hollows behind her ears and down the
sides of her neck. Mom groaned again and I decided to get bolder
still. As my hands trailed down her back, rubbing her spine, I
slowly inched forward. I looked down to make sure my erection was
aimed between her legs and then continued moving forward.
As my hands moved to her hips, I felt the heat of her pussy
washing over my dick. I decided that I wasn't going to stop, and
slowly pushed forward, continuing to rub her back. I felt the tip
of my penis bump against her pussy and she started. As I
continued to slowly push forward, I ran my hands around her torso
again, gripping her ribs right below her breasts.
As I massaged down her sides, I moved the rest of the way forward.
The tip of my penis slid along her pussy and as my hands reached
her hips, my springy pubic hair finally pressed against her ass.
My hips met her ass cheeks and I gripped her hips with my hands,
waiting for her reaction.
My erection had rubbed the entire length of her slit and was now
pressing against her pussy insistently. I knew she felt it. When
she didn't move, I began rubbing her back some more, scratching
and lightly stroking her shoulders. Bolder still, I pulled back a
little and began rocking my hips back and forth, rubbing her
pussy with my stiff member.
Her only reaction was a groan of pleasure. I continued rubbing
her back with my hands at the same time as I was rubbing her
pussy with my erection. Deciding to go for broke, I moved my
hands around to her stomach again. As I moved up her torso this
time, I didn't stop at the underside of her breasts. Instead, I
moved my hands up to gently cup them. She gasped as my fingers
rubbed over her nipples, but had no other reaction.
I continued like that for what seemed like an eternity, but was
probably closer to five minutes. I was rubbing my dick over her
pussy and playing with her breasts, gently kneading her soft
flesh and rubbing her stiff nipples with the tips of my fingers.
She moaned in pleasure again and thrust her hips back at me.
Through the waves of heat washing over my dick from her pussy, I
thought I could feel her moisture too.
Suddenly, she raised up on her arms and I thought she was going
to stop me. I began to panic, but to my immense relief, she
reached for her wine glass. She drank deeply, and when she
returned the glass to the counter, it was empty.
I could definitely feel the moisture of her pussy as I rubbed my
erection back and forth over her. Abruptly, she stood up, pulling
her hips away from my questing erection. I panicked for a moment,
thinking that she was angry. She quickly spun around and leaned
back against the counter. I couldn't read the expression on her
face, and was worried that I had gone too far. With another groan,
she reached out and grasped my shaft firmly. She looked up as she
stroked me, holding my eyes with hers, her face a mask of lust
and need.
Slowly, holding my eyes with hers, she sank to her knees in front
of me. In the dim light from the living room, I watched,
fascinated. Mom closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and took the
head of my penis between her lips. She put her hands on my hips
and began gently sucking on the engorged head of my penis.
Sucking slowly, she took me deeper in her mouth until her lips
were pressed against the base of my manhood. The feeling was
incredible. She moved her tongue on my erection, rubbing the
underside of my shaft. I put my hands on the back of her head as
I'd seen my father do. With her lips clamped around my girth, she
slowly withdrew my penis from her mouth.
Opening her eyes and looking up at me again, she kissed and
licked the crown of my cock, flicking her tongue along the slit
at the very tip. She teased me by taking only the head in her
mouth and then pulling her lips back. She repeated this several
times, all the while looking up at me with laughter in her eyes.
She closed her eyes again and took me into her mouth. I groaned
at the feeling as the head of my dick penetrated her throat. When
she clamped her lips at the base of my shaft, she sucked gently
and rhythmically. The feeling was so intense that I wanted to
shove more of myself into her.
When she withdrew her lips, she kept them wrapped around the head.
Mom opened her lips and pulled me forward, using her hands on my
hips. My shaft disappeared into her mouth and she once again
clamped down around the base of my dick. She began sucking me
with long, slow strokes, using her lips and tongue to massage my
shaft.
Soon enough, her talented mouth worked its magic and I felt my
orgasm welling up within me. Mom sensed it too and sped her pace.
I wanted to hold out, to let her suck me longer. The feeling of
her sucking on my dick was so intense and pleasurable that I
never wanted it to end. My wishes notwithstanding, my penis
clearly had other ideas.
I arched my back and gripped her head with my hands, holding her
impaled on my shaft. And then I came with a groan. Spurt after
spurt of my come shot into her mouth. Over the incredible
pounding pleasure in my own ears, I could hear Mom moaning in
pleasure too, swallowing my load as I shot it over her tongue and
down her throat. She gripped my hips tightly, holding my spewing
penis in her mouth.
Finally, spent, I looked down at the ring of her lips wrapped
around my shaft. Mom had her eyes closed, and was breathing
deeply. I eased my grip on her head and she gently sucked my
still-hard dick. She moved her right hand from around my hip and
gripped the portion of my shaft that remained outside her mouth.
She wrapped her fingers around my girth and slowly milked me.
I shuddered in pleasure as her tongue brushed against the
sensitive head of my penis. She slowly stroked my shaft and
opened her eyes. She wore a dreamy expression as she looked up at
me, her eyes smiling drunkenly. Slowly, ever so slowly, she
pulled her head back, letting my penis slip from her lips.
I helped her to her feet and she hugged me tight. I wrapped my
arms around her, feeling my still-erect penis press into her
abdomen. For a moment, we were the only two people in the
universe.
In a few moments, Mom loosened her grip on me and stepped back,
leaning against the counter.
A small sound from the corner caused us both to start. I realized
that we had completely forgotten Susan. As we both looked, I
could dimly make her out, still leaning in the corner, her hand
between her legs.
"That was so incredibly hot," she said in a husky whisper.
I blushed. I had forgotten about her completely. And hearing her
now, the need and urgency in her voice were clear.
She stepped forward into the dim light and looked at me.
"Are you ready for more?"
I looked down at my semi-hard penis. I wasn't ready to come again
so soon, but I was ready for more. I nodded.
"Come in here and sit on the couch."
I obediently followed her. Mom silently padded after us, and I
seated myself on the couch, my penis sticking out of my pubic
hair. She stood watching me with smiling eyes. Susan straddled my
hips and put her hands on the back of the couch. She leaned
forward and dangled her breasts in front of my face.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mom move toward us; in a
moment, she was sitting on the couch to my right. I tentatively
took first one, then the other of Susan's nipples in my mouth and
sucked gently.
"Be gentle with her nipples," Mom said, her face near my ear.
"Lick all around the areola and suck gently."
I followed her advice and got immediate results from Susan. I
raised my hands and cupped her dangling breasts, squeezing them
together as I licked her nipples.
"Also, be gentle with them. Not too gentle, but not rough either.
Use your fingertips to rub the sides while you lick her nipples."
I ran my tongue around Susan's left nipple and began rubbing the
sides of her breasts as Mom suggested. I switched nipples and
cupped her breasts again, squeezing them gently.
"Also," Mom said, "there are lots of places on a woman's body
that she enjoys having touched. Sensitive spots that you can
caress and really get her going, like her earlobes, wrists, and
inner thighs."
With Susan's nipple still in my mouth, I nodded and began gently
exploring her body with my hands.
"Mmmmm. Good, Paul," Susan said, her voice low and her pleasure
obvious. "Thanks, Beth."
Susan took one hand off the back of the couch and reached down
between our bodies to grasp my renewed erection. When she had a
firm hold on it, she aimed it at her pussy and then sat down
slowly, impaling herself on my manhood.
"Ahhhhhh," she moaned.
Susan sat with her eyes closed for a few moments, enjoying the
feeling of my hardness filling her pussy. I looked down at the
junction of our bodies and once again marveled at how my dick
spread her smooth pussy lips and disappeared into her.
"Always make sure a woman is wet and ready for you before you
just stick your dick in her," Susan said, opening her eyes. "If
she's on top, just let her do her thing," she said, grinding her
hips against me for emphasis.
She rose up on my lap and hissed, feeling my dick slide out of
her. Then she plunged back down on me, her warm, wet pussy
gripping me fiercely. With her hands on my shoulders, she started
riding me. She bit her lip gently and I simply watched her
beautiful breasts sway.
I put my hands on her hips and then reached around to cup her ass
cheeks, helping her ride me. She was breathing hard through her
nose, her lips tight, her face a mask of concentration. I could
feel her pussy contracting about my dick, making each thrust a
little more difficult.
Finally, she sat down hard, impaling herself on my erection. Her
eyelids fluttered and her grip on my shoulders tightened. She
rocked her hips back and forth and a low moan escaped her lips.
"She's rubbing her clit against the base of your cock," Mom said
softly, her head close to mine.
I nodded, not completely understanding. The sensations Susan was
creating in my dick, however, were incredible. The walls of her
vagina contracted against me, and with a low, jagged moan, Susan
came. Her pussy clamped down on my dick so hard I almost passed
out. Waves of pleasure washed over her as she arched her back and
threw her head back with a moan of ecstasy.
She shuddered and then collapsed forward, pressing her head
against my right shoulder and making small mewling sounds. As her
pussy slowly unclamped around my erection, her body heaved and
shuddered, my hands still cupping her ass cheeks.
Susan merely clung to me, her body quivering with her pleasure. I
bent my head down and kissed the side of her neck, bringing my
hands up her back and lightly scratching her with my fingernails.
I continued planting kisses up her neck; taking Mom's suggestion,
I kissed Susan's earlobe gently.
When my lips reached her earlobe, she arched her back and pressed
her body against me. I felt her pussy quiver around my erection,
and her rhythmic spasms quickly pushed me over the edge. I felt
my penis erupt inside her. Feeling my spurts within her set Susan
off again, and she clutched me tightly, grinding her hips against
me. Her pussy clamped down on my spurting penis again, gentler
this time, and she shivered and released a long, low moan as she
came again.
I squeezed my eyes shut and groaned as I filled her steaming
pussy with semen. My penis pumped and spurted my second load of
the night into her and I hugged her tightly to my chest, feeling
her hard nipples digging into me.
Finally, my orgasm subsided and I relaxed my grip on her. In a
few moments, she rode the last waves of her orgasm and fell
against me, limp and panting.
I opened my eyes and looked up to see Mom beaming at me. I smiled
in return and planted another kiss on Susan's bare shoulder,
rubbing her back gently with my right hand.
As her breathing slowly returned to normal, she sat up weakly and
smiled at me half-drunkenly.
"Wow," she said hoarsely.
"Yeah."
We sat in silence for several minutes like that, my still-erect
penis filling her pussy. At a small moan, both Susan and I looked
over at Mom. She had her eyes closed and was leaning her head
against the back of the couch. Her right hand was pressed to her
own pussy, making small circles as she pleasured herself.
When she felt our eyes on her, she opened her own and looked at
me.
"I don't mean to sound greedy," she said, her voice husky, "but
could I suck you again, Paul?"
I felt totally spent. But seeing the need in my mom's eyes,
watching her hand rub her pussy, and hearing her ask to suck my
dick were all too much. I felt my penis stiffen inside Susan.
"It may take a while," I said, nodding, "and I don't know if I
can come again."
Mom smiled in gratitude as Susan carefully lifted herself off me.
When Susan lifted off me, our combined fluids flowed down my
shaft and dripped from her swollen pussy lips. She quickly
dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. She licked my
erection until it was clean, moaning again as I got harder still.
When Susan finally released me, Mom slid off the couch and moved
between my legs. With a groan, she plunged her head down and took
my entire length into her mouth in one smooth motion. I gasped as
she wrapped her lips around the base of my penis, inhaling the
scent of my recent coupling. Her hand never left her pussy as she
began to slowly bob her head up and down.
She sucked me in long, slow strokes, never releasing my penis.
Her right hand was a blur, and very quickly, she started bucking
her hips and moaning low in her throat. She clamped her lips
around my shaft and I watched her body tense up.
With an explosive breath, she came, her body shuddering. She
moaned again and I felt the sound vibrate my penis. She shuddered
violently, her lips still wrapped around my erection. And then
she collapsed against my leg, finally pulling her mouth back and
releasing my manhood.
Her eyes were closed and she was panting with the exertion. When
she opened them again, she slowly focused on my penis. Susan had
pressed herself against my left side and leaned in to whisper in
my ear.
"Use your hand to get yourself off."
I turned to her and quietly said, "I don't know if I can. At
least not right now. Maybe in a few minutes?"
"That's okay. I just didn't want to leave you hanging, if you
know what I mean."
"Thanks."
Mom smiled up at us as my penis slowly shrank.
-----
Mom and I walked home very late that night. When we arrived at
our cabin, Erin was there, already asleep. Mom stood on tiptoes
and kissed me on the cheek. She looked at me sleepily, her
eyelids already drooping.
"Thank you, Paul. I really enjoyed tonight."
"Me too," I said quietly.
"I love you very much."
"I love you too, Mom."
Erin had left the bathroom light on, so we could find our way
into the cabin without turning on the overhead lights. Mom turned
it off and I heard her climb into bed. I climbed the rungs to the
top bunk and was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
-----
Copyright (c) 2002-2006 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.
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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
Part: Chapter 02
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: voy, mast
Revision: 2.04
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Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
by Nick Scipio
CHAPTER TWO
The next two days passed quickly, and even though I paid close
attention, I didn't catch my mom staring at my penis again. Each
morning, I made sure I got out of bed before my morning erection
had fully subsided. I guess I was kind of showing off, but she
kept her eyes firmly averted. I don't know why I'd thrown caution
(not to mention modesty) to the wind, but I'd done it. Mom didn't
say anything to me, though I know she must have noticed.
-----
Three days after my father left, a late-afternoon storm was
brewing. The skies were getting dark and the wind had whipped up.
The first fat raindrops began pelting the roof of the clubhouse
shortly after dinner. The clubhouse was crowded that night, since
it was raining, and there was a lot to do. I was starting to get
tired, however, and was trying to decide if I wanted to go to bed
or play another game of ping-pong. Mom came up to me about then
and said that she and Erin were going up to the cabin to get
ready for bed. I decided to join them, and we went to the screen
door to look out into the storm.
The wind had abated somewhat, but it was still raining steadily.
We waited for a few minutes, to see if it would slack off, but it
didn't. Finally, we decided to go ahead and run for it, and the
three of us streaked off into the rainy night. There were a few
streetlights up the sandy road, so we could see where we were
going, but in the storm, their light reached only so far. So we
had to move carefully, and the rain beat down on our unprotected
skin as we ran up the hill.
With a last sprint, Erin surged ahead of me (I had already passed
Mom) and bounded up the cabin stairs. I came up shortly, winded,
and turned to watch Mom run the last bit. When she reached the
stairs, we all stood in the light of the single bulb on the porch,
panting with exertion and grinning at each other.
Mom stepped back out onto the porch steps and held first her
right foot, then her left, under the water sheeting off the cabin
roof. The cascading water washed the wet sand off her feet and
calves, and Erin and I quickly followed suit.
Mom, still dripping, stepped into the cabin to get our bath
towels--our beach towels were soaked from where we'd left them on
the railing earlier in the day. When she stepped back out into
the light of the porch, she handed us towels and began to dry
herself. We toweled off quietly and listened to the sound of the
raindrops hitting the roof above us and the pine forest all
around us.
Erin finished drying off and went inside without a word. I was
vigorously rubbing my head, drying my hair, when Mom threw her
hair forward over her head and bent at the waist to dry it.
She had been facing away from me when she bent over, and in the
light of the single bulb, I could clearly make out her pussy lips.
The hair around her pussy was sparse between her legs, and her
plump labia were plainly visible. She ran the towel over her hair
as I stared at her exposed sex. I was so transfixed by the sight,
I had stopped drying my own hair.
With a wave of near panic, I realized that my penis was quickly
becoming erect. With a strangled squeak, I dropped the towel to
cover my nearly erect dick, pretending to dry my pubic hair.
With a lurch, I pulled open the screen door and ran inside. As I
entered the cabin, out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mom
standing up with a quizzical expression. The screen door shut
with a bang as I quickly rushed to the bathroom to hang up my
towel and then turned, headed for the safety of my top bunk. My
heart sank as I came out of the bathroom and saw Mom just
stepping through the screen door.
I decided there was nothing I could do, and quickened my pace
toward the ladder, my cock leading the way. I kept my gaze
focused on the ladder, and once again, out of the corner of my
eye, I saw Mom look at me curiously. She didn't say anything
though, and I climbed the ladder in relief, slipping under the
sheet and rolling to my stomach to hide my erection. I knew she
had seen the divining rod that was my hard-on, however, and I was
once again overcome with a feeling of embarrassment mixed with
exhilaration.
-----
That next morning, I woke early. I don't know what woke me, but
the cabin was bathed in the same half-light as the world outside,
and it was still raining lightly. I lay awake for a few minutes,
listening to the sound of the rain and breathing in the smell of
the damp pine forest around us.
I heard a low sound, almost like a moan, and I realized what had
woken me. Very quietly, very slowly, I rolled over so I could
look over the edge of the top bunk. I looked down at Mom's bed
and what I saw there made me pause.
The sheets were still covering her, but as she lay on her back, I
could see the outline of her form quite clearly. She had her eyes
closed, and as her head gently rolled from side to side, I saw
the sheet moving at the junction of her legs. As I watched, I
realized that she had her right hand pressed against her pussy
and was moving it in small circles. Her left hand was at her left
breast, and she was squeezing her nipple.
With a start, I realized she was masturbating, and I once again
felt a familiar hardness between my own legs. I gazed down in
wonder, watching my mother pleasure herself. With her left hand,
she would alternate cupping her breast and kneading her nipple.
Her right hand never let up its relentless motion as she moved
her fingers in little circles.
I watched for perhaps five minutes, gently stroking my erection
with my right hand, as Mom brought herself closer and closer to
her climax. Suddenly, she tensed up and her right hand froze. Her
legs stiffened and she rolled her head to the side to bite into
the pillow, stifling any sound she might have made. She brought
both legs up, with her knees to her chest, and rocked back and
forth for ten or fifteen seconds. She did all this in complete
silence. Once her orgasm subsided, she quietly rolled to the side,
her legs still drawn up. I could see her softly panting with the
exertion and pleasure of the moment.
She lay like that for quite a while, unmoving, as she slowly
regained her normal breathing rhythm. I don't know how many
minutes passed before she straightened her legs and rolled back
onto her back. When she did, I saw that her right hand was still
pressed against her pussy. She slowly pulled it away from her sex
and cupped her breasts with both hands. I watched as she
languidly kneaded them, caressing her nipples with the tips of
her fingers. Finally, to my disappointment, she put her hands
back down by her hips and took a deep breath.
From my perch on the top bunk, in the slowly lightening morning,
I had just watched my mother pleasure herself. As she lay
motionless on her bed, I rolled over as quietly as I could,
putting my back to the exposed edge of the bunk bed. I wanted to
stroke my erection, to bring myself to orgasm as my mother had
just done, but I couldn't. I knew Mom would see or hear me if I
tried.
By the time I heard her quietly get up and begin to move about
the cabin, the sun had come up fully and its light had began to
filter through the fragrant pine trees behind the cabin. The rain
had also stopped entirely, though a fine mist still hung in the
air, almost aglow with the sun's light. When I stopped stroking
myself, my erection slowly shrank. It was still tumescent,
however, as I swung my legs over the side of the bed and felt for
the ladder rung with my toes.
Outside, birds had begun singing after the rain. The storm had
knocked a few degrees off the temperature and the normally cool
morning was downright chilly. Without a word, Mom and I left Erin
sleeping and walked down to the clubhouse in companionable
silence.
Earlier, in the cabin, when she had bent over to brush her hair
out, I had noticed that her labia were swollen and dark pink. It
excited me thinking about her masturbating, but I ruthlessly kept
my thoughts and emotions in check, and we made it to the
clubhouse without me getting an erection.
As we neared the clubhouse, we saw that the storm gusts had done
a lot of superficial damage. There were smaller, as well as some
larger branches down all along the road to the clubhouse. When we
approached the side door, there was a big branch, six or eight
inches in diameter, almost touching the back corner of the
building.
Once inside, through the screened windows on the far side of the
clubhouse, we saw that many of the lighter lawn chairs on the
side porch had been blown about and scattered by the force of the
storm.
As Mom and I headed to the kitchen area to fix some breakfast, we
saw Aunt Susan drinking a glass of juice at one of the tables.
One of the odd things about Aunt Susan was that she always wore
bikini bottoms. That wasn't unusual, in and of itself. Women and
girls at the camp wore shorts or bikini bottoms during their
period. So seeing a woman partially clothed wasn't surprising.
What was odd, at least to my mind, was that Aunt Susan _always_
wore bikini bottoms. I'd seen her in several different pairs, but
she was always clad in something. They weren't prim either, like
she was simply old-fashioned; they were usually trendy bikini
bottoms. She just always wore them.
I had always thought that maybe she was just self-conscious. I
didn't think much more about it, however, as Mom headed for Aunt
Susan's table and I offered to fix breakfast.
"Thank you, Paul. I'd like just a piece of buttered toast and a
glass of orange juice," Mom said as she sat down across from Aunt
Susan.
"Would you like me to fix you anything, Aunt Susan?" I asked,
trying to show off how polite I was.
"No thank you, Paul," she said. I headed for the kitchen to toast
some bread and fix myself a bowl of cereal.
When I returned with Mom's toast and juice, and my own bowl of
Fruit Loops, Mom and Aunt Susan were talking. Mom had a concerned
look on her face, and as I seated myself, she recounted their
conversation to me.
"Aunt Susan's house suffered quite a bit of minor damage in last
night's storm," Mom said. Susan's house was surrounded by a lot
of pine trees, and was set away from the rest of the buildings at
the camp. "She's got branches, including several large ones, on
her roof and in her courtyard. She was also telling me that the
fiberglass roof over her back patio had many pieces simply
missing."
"That's too bad," I said, not knowing what else to say. I covered
up by digging into my cereal with gusto.
"It'll take several days to clean it up," Aunt Susan said, "and
with the boys away for the summer, I'm on my own."
Mom knew a set-up for an enterprising young man when she heard
one. "Paul would be happy to help you, if you need him."
I froze, mid-bite, and lifted my head to look at each of the
older women at the table. Words cannot express how much I
desperately wanted to avoid schlepping around picking up branches,
or anything else that smacked of volunteer work.
"I could pay you, Paul," she said, looking at me. "Three dollars
an hour."
That got my attention. Three dollars was better than minimum
wage! For a cash-strapped fifteen-year-old, it was good money. I
chewed the mouthful of Fruit Loops I had just scooped up and
raised my eyebrows in interest.
"It's a couple days' worth of work," she cautioned. "But I'll
feed you breakfast and lunch."
"Oh, Susan, you don't have to do that," Mom said.
"It'll be nice," Aunt Susan replied. "With both the boys away
with college, the house is too quiet. It'll be nice having
someone around to fix a meal for. Besides," she said with mock
severity, "I insist."
"I'm sure Paul would love to do it," Mom said, neatly
volunteering me. "Just make sure he's back in time for dinner at
six."
I was a bit peeved at being summarily volunteered, but the money
took the wind out of any resentment that I might have felt.
I quickly did the math in my head and thought to myself, "I could
make more than fifty dollars!" That was a princely sum, and I
eagerly nodded.
"It's settled then," Aunt Susan said. "There's nothing pressing
that needs to be done today, Paul, so why don't you come 'round
tomorrow morning and we'll make a clean start of it?"
I scooped another spoonful of cereal into my mouth and nodded
with enthusiasm.
-----
The next morning, Mom made sure I was up on time, and I headed
down the hill toward Aunt Susan's house.
At thirty-eight, Aunt Susan was only two years older than my
parents. She also looked quite a lot like my mom. Her hair was
brunette and her breasts were different, but otherwise, they had
very similar figures.
The differences between their breasts were mostly cosmetic--they
were roughly the same size and shape, although Aunt Susan's were
a little rounder than Mom's. But where my mother was tanned a
golden bronze, Aunt Susan was fair. She had dark pink areolas, a
little larger than Mom's, that were perfectly round. Her nipples,
however, were less pronounced than Mom's. She had the same
hourglass figure and blue eyes that my mother had. I realized
with a start that the two of them could have been sisters.
As I strode purposefully toward her house, set about a hundred
feet away from anything else, I saw that the thick stand of pines
had taken a beating from the previous night's storm. There were
branches, some larger around than my arm, littering the ground
underneath the pines. Before I got to the trees, I could see only
glimpses of the house itself, but as I imagined the work in front
of me, I cringed inwardly, wondering what I had gotten myself
into.
As I approached the house, I saw branches large and small on the
low roof too. When I got closer, I could also see that the
corrugated fiberglass panels that had covered half the back patio
had also been blown about quite a bit. Once I got to the entrance
to the walled courtyard, I found plenty of storm damage and
debris there too. I would have my work cut out for me over the
next several days. Thoughts of easy money fled my mind: I would
earn what I got paid.
Oh well, it was easier than spending the summer working at
McDonalds!
-----
I walked through the debris-littered courtyard and approached the
screen door. I didn't see a bell, so I simply opened the screen
door and knocked on the kitchen door itself. I waited a minute or
so and knocked again, louder this time, and let the screen door
close. When the kitchen door finally opened, I saw Aunt Susan
through the screen door. With a white towel wrapped around her
head, she greeted me with a smile.
"I'm so sorry, Paul," she said. "I was just getting out of the
shower. I didn't expect you this early."
"I can come back later, if you like," I said by way of apology.
"No, no. Now's just fine." She pushed the screen door open.
"C'mon in."
She stepped back as I grasped the screen door myself and swung it
wide. I stepped past her, into the kitchen, and immediately moved
to the left toward the corner where two counters met. The kitchen
was dim, since Aunt Susan had apparently rushed straight from the
bathroom to the back door without turning on the lights.
As I leaned back in the corner, the cool Formica chilled my bare
skin, and I realized with a start that her house was air-
conditioned. After enough time without air conditioning, I had
gotten used to the heat of South Carolina, and my skin raised
goose bumps in the cool, dry air.
Aunt Susan stepped forward to shut the door, and then flipped the
light switch next to it. The kitchen light came on and she turned
toward me. What I saw then is one of my fondest memories. What
happened next is one of my most embarrassing, yet humorous,
memories.
As she turned, I saw she had only the towel around her hair. In
the light of the kitchen, I saw what the screen door and the
dimness had prevented me from seeing earlier. Aunt Susan was not
deeply tanned (I knew she didn't lay out in the sun by the lake)
although she did have a slight bronze color to her skin. She was
a very pale alabaster where her bikini bottoms blocked out the
sun, with sharply defined tan lines. And suddenly, I realized why
she always wore a pair of bikini bottoms. As my eyes quickly
flicked over her body, they stopped and I suddenly stood
transfixed by the sight before me.
She had no pubic hair, and I could clearly see the smooth skin of
her lips. My penis betrayed me, and I got an erection so quickly
that I'm amazed I didn't pass out from lack of blood to my brain!
It happened so fast that I didn't know what to do; I couldn't
very well stand there with my cock standing at right angles to my
body. I did the only thing my panic-stricken brain could think of,
I spun around and faced the counter, hiding my erection in the
corner.
"Are you okay, Paul?" Aunt Susan asked, her voice suddenly very
concerned.
I knew she probably hadn't seen my erection, since I'd spun
around so quickly, but I'm sure she easily deduced what the
problem must have been.
I mumbled something incoherent and stared into the corner.
"Are you okay?" she repeated, still concerned at my lack of
coherent response.
I mutely nodded, willing my erection to subside. I could feel the
flush of embarrassment on my neck and face, but I simply didn't
know what to do. In the end, Aunt Susan's gentle voice came to my
rescue.
"You got an erection, didn't you," she said soothingly,
reasonably, in the same tone of voice that she might've used to
say "you have blue eyes."
I didn't respond for several moments, and she let the silence
draw out. Embarrassed as I was, I couldn't deny the obvious,
especially since she'd put it out in the open so plainly. I felt
my neck and face heat further and nodded jerkily.
"It's okay, Paul. It's natural. It's nothing to be ashamed of,"
she continued in the same reasonable tone. "You can turn around,
your erection won't offend my sensibilities."
I couldn't! My traitorous penis was still as hard as steel. I
shook my head, still not trusting myself to speak.
"Paul, I've run the camp for a long time. Besides, I have two
sons of my own. I've seen a young man with an erection before,"
she said soothingly. "You've got nothing to be embarrassed
about."
I shook my head again, not daring to move.
Her tone took on a firmer quality, "Paul, an erection is a
natural thing. It's nothing to be ashamed of. If you stand in the
corner all day, we won't get much work done." She paused for a
moment to let that sink in. "Turn around, I'll cook us some
breakfast, and before you know it, you'll be fine."
She was so reasonable. She was so matter of fact. Embarrassment
or not, I decided it was stupid to stay with my nose, not to
mention my erection, stuck in the corner. Besides, it wasn't like
she didn't know what the problem was.
Reluctantly, I turned around to face her. For the first time in
my young life, I stood in full view of another person with my
dick as hard as a steel rod. I hung my head in shame, not daring
to look at her.
"Paul," she said, her voice brooking no objection, "look at me."
I slowly raised my face, but wouldn't make eye contact with her.
"Paul." The one word was tantamount to an order.
When my eyes finally met hers, I could see that she was neither
embarrassed nor surprised. In fact, she seemed completely at ease.
She looked me in the eyes and said, "Now that wasn't so hard, was
it?"
At her choice of words, I blushed furiously... all evidence to the
contrary. She saw the expression on my face, realized what she
had said, and let a short burst of laughter escape her lips
before covering her mouth with a hand. Her eyes were smiling, and
I could tell she was trying very hard not to giggle. It was
equally obvious that she was laughing at her own poor choice of
words, and not at me. Her mirth was infectious, and I found
myself grinning like an idiot in return. Her self-control finally
deserted her, and she began laughing helplessly. I couldn't
resist, and despite the absurdity of the situation, I laughed
right along with her.
The tension banished, she took a step back to the kitchen table,
pulled out a chair, and gestured for me to sit.
"I'll fix us some breakfast," she said, her laughter having
subsided enough to speak.
-----
Aunt Susan fixed eggs, link sausage, and toast, and poured us
glasses of orange juice. The whole time she was fixing breakfast,
I silently watched her. She bustled about the kitchen, the
awkwardness of earlier completely forgotten. Every time I could,
I sneaked glances at her smooth pubis and wondered why she had no
pubic hair. My erection, hidden by the kitchen table, swelled
almost uncomfortably as I sat in the chair.
The only conclusion my young mind could come to was that she had
cancer. People with cancer lost their hair, right? I was
profoundly ashamed of the fact that I was so aroused by something
as deadly as cancer. At the time, it never occurred to me that
she still had a full head of hair, and that cancer itself doesn't
cause people's hair to fall out. _Cancer treatment_ causes
people's hair to fall out, and if I'd thought about it, I'd have
known that she wasn't driving into town for regular cancer
treatments. But my thoughts were awhirl, and I didn't think that
far ahead, as enthralled as I was by the sight of her beautiful,
smooth pussy.
As she turned around to set the breakfast plates on the table, my
curiosity finally got the better of me and I blurted out, "Do you
have cancer?"
"Cancer?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. She looked
confused. "What in the world makes you think that?"
"Um... well... uh...," I stammered. "When people have cancer... um...
doesn't their... um... hair fall out?"
To my complete chagrin, she laughed. Her laughter was tolerant
and unconcerned, and directed at me as much as herself. She
pointed to her towel-wrapped head and raised her eyebrows. I
mentally slapped myself in the forehead. Of course her hair
hadn't fallen out! At my look of recognition and then subsequent
confusion, she laughed again. It was a bright, musical laugh that
didn't embarrass me more than I'd already embarrassed myself.
Without thinking, I forged ahead, "Then why do you... I mean... uh...
why is your... um..." I darted my eyes toward the junction of her
legs as words finally--and thankfully--failed me.
Looking down at herself and finally realizing what I was
blathering about, she rescued me from my stumbling almost-
questions.
"No, Paul, I don't have cancer." She gave me a searching look,
and I could see her come to a silent decision. "I shave my pubic
hair," she said gently, still smiling at me to ease my obvious
distress.
The look of astonishment on my face couldn't have been plainer.
Why in the world would someone shave their pubic hair? I hadn't
even thought of that.
"Why in the world would you do that?" I can't believe I said that
out loud!
It was her turn to blush as her comforting smile transformed into
a wry grin. I watched her try to decide how to answer my abrupt
and awkwardly forthright question. Finally, I guess she settled
on the truth.
"My husband liked me...," she said, then paused to marshal her
thoughts. "He liked it that way," she said simply. "I discovered
that I liked it better too, so I've kept... things...," she said with
a smile of avoidance, "smooth ever since he died."
"So that's why you wear bikini bottoms!"
"That's why I wear bikini bottoms," she said simply. "At least,
when I'm away from the house. Around here, I don't bother much.
Although," she said with a teasing grin that punctured my hard-
won self-control, "if the erections continue, I might have to
rethink that policy." With that, she pulled out her own chair and
sat down.
Once again, I blushed furiously, but she laughed gently to take
the sting out of it. I began to seriously apply myself to eating
breakfast, thankful for the welcome diversion.
"When did your husband die?" I asked, washing a bite of eggs down
with a swig of juice.
As long as we'd been coming to the camp, I'd never known Aunt
Susan to have a husband. She had two sons, three and five years
older than me, and I guess I'd known she must've been married.
But I hadn't thought much about it. I had been too young to hang
around with Kirk, her older son, before he left for college. And
while I knew Doug, her younger son, I didn't know him well. And
now that he was also away for the summer, she was all alone in
the house.
At my question, she set her fork down and took a sip of her own
orange juice, apparently composing her thoughts. I belatedly
realized that I might've brought up a painful subject.
"He was killed in Vietnam," she said simply, without emotion.
Though as I looked at her, I realized that her emotions were very
tightly controlled.
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay. It's been almost ten years," she said, and picked up
her fork again. "He was a pilot in the Navy."
"Oh?" I asked, suddenly interested.
"His plane was shot down in 1968," she said with the same tight
emotional control.
"What did he fly?" I asked, trying to change the subject, but
still intensely interested.
"A-4s."
"Really? My Dad flew A-4s too!"
"Mmm hmm."
Her look prompted me for more, but I was at a loss for what she
wanted me to say. Then it hit me!
"Did my dad know your husband?"
She smiled at my sudden understanding. "Why do you think your
family started coming here?"
"Oh," I said simply, chagrined again.
She smiled at me again. "Jack and your father were very good
friends. Your mom and I met when we were all stationed in
California. We've kept in touch ever since Jack was killed."
I blinked at her. Dad never talked much about his time in Vietnam,
so I knew very little about that part of his life. I was as
clueless about things outside of my immediate interest. Besides,
I was too young at the time to remember much about when we lived
in California.
"We'd better get to work, though, so we can get as much done as
we can, while it's still cool," she said, standing and collecting
her plate and glass.
During our conversation about her husband, my erection had abated
a bit, but when she stood and I saw the slit of her smooth pussy,
it returned full force. I gulped as she looked down at me. I was
too embarrassed to stand up and reveal the fact that I was still
erect.
"Do you still have an erection?" she asked with gentle sympathy.
I swallowed hard and nodded at her, blushing again.
She smiled and shook her head in wonder. "The stamina of the
young," she teased me. She got serious quickly, though. "It's
okay. Once we get to work, it'll go down." She nodded to reassure
me. "Now, bring your dishes over to the sink and let's get to
work."
Her tone said she would suffer no objections, and I complied. But
when I stood up, the tip of my penis caught on the edge of the
table. When I pulled back slightly to free it, it flipped up and
then bobbed gently. Aunt Susan saw the motion and dropped her
eyes to my dick. I blushed again (I had been doing that a lot)
and she stifled a giggle. With a pained and forlorn expression, I
looked up at her and she burst out laughing. Her laughter was too
contagious, and too sympathetic--I couldn't help but laugh at my
own predicament as I began gathering up my breakfast dishes.
Still smiling, she looked at me across the table. "I guess I
should be flattered. It's not every woman who has such a...," she
nodded to indicate my penis, pausing to consider her words,
"loyal... admirer." Susan smiled at me mischievously, taking the
punch out of her words, and turned toward the sink.
As I walked toward her with my dishes in hand, she turned.
"You rinse off the dishes while I go dry my hair."
I nodded wordlessly and she turned to go into the back of the
house.
-----
When she returned, she carried two pairs of work gloves. She
tossed me the larger pair as we headed toward the door to the
courtyard.
We worked hard all morning long. There was lots of storm debris
to pick up, sweep up, and pile up to be burned later. By
lunchtime, we had managed to clean out the entire courtyard,
righting tipped-over and damaged flowerpots, dragging off pine
branches, and generally picking up.
The entire time, my erection never completely subsided. When I
was concentrating on something, it would shrink a little. But
then I'd catch a glimpse of Aunt Susan's shaved pussy and my
penis would surge to life again, seemingly with a will of its own.
I could also tell that she was stealing glances at my penis. How
could she not, when it was swelling and bouncing every time I
looked her way? Whenever I looked her direction, I saw her
quickly avert her eyes. Her earlier protests to the contrary,
perhaps she hadn't spent much time around a horny teenager with a
constant, and very visible, erection.
For my part, I tried to ignore it as best I could. And I tried
like hell not to scrape it with anything like the rough bark of a
pine bough.
I was also surreptitiously admiring her body as much as I could.
Constantly seeing the flawless alabaster skin of her ass and her
smooth-shaven pussy slit was almost too much. I began to
appreciate how attractive Aunt Susan was. Her breasts were
similar to Mom's, and were very appealing. I laughed to myself at
the thought. All breasts were appealing! I was mesmerized,
watching as they swayed when she bent over to work on her
flowerpots.
It was the constant glimpses of her body, and her exotic shaved
pussy, that kept me in a constant state of excitement.
When it was time for lunch, she brought out a clean towel and a
spray bottle of Formula 409. At her instruction, I cleaned the
glass top of the wrought-iron table and wiped down each of the
chairs as she was fixing lunch.
In a few minutes, she came out with a tray of ham sandwiches,
potato chips, and tall glasses of lemonade already beginning to
bead with sweat in the heat. We ate in comfortable silence, my
erection visible through the glass of the table the whole time. I
had sort of gotten used to the fact that it wasn't going to
oblige me any time soon (at least until I was finished for the
day and could find someplace quiet to masturbate like a fiend).
Aunt Susan seemed to be squirming in her seat a little, but she
stopped when she saw that I'd noticed. At the time, I remember
thinking that she must have an itch. As it turned out, I was
right.
-----
The rest of the afternoon was spent dragging branches from the
area surrounding the house. By the time we were done, we had
quite a pile of them. Aunt Susan said we'd just leave them behind
the house to dry, and then use them for a bonfire next week for
the Fourth of July.
True to form, all the rest of the afternoon, my erection eased
very little. My poor young balls had begun to ache at their lack
of release, and I couldn't wait to leave for the day. I was
thinking about where I could go to find some privacy, but I was
drawing a blank. Oh, I could simply wander off into the woods and
find someplace to jerk off, but I'd have to go far enough to
avoid any casual observer. And that would mean I'd be late for
dinner. Besides, I wanted to get back to our cabin to shower
before I met Mom and my sister at the clubhouse.
Aunt Susan knew I had to be back for dinner with them at six, and
by the large clock hanging under the eave of the house, we quit a
little after five. We each collapsed into a wrought-iron chair,
tired from our exertions.
"Are you... okay?" she asked as we sat across from each other at
the table.
I was oblivious to what she was really asking, and I nodded.
She realized that I didn't Get It and pressed the question. "No.
I mean... are you... _okay?_" she asked, nodding toward my erection,
which she could clearly see through the glass top of the table.
"You've been," she paused and I could see her come to an internal
decision to be direct, "hard almost all day. That can't be
comfortable."
I looked at her helplessly, at a loss for words.
She realized my predicament and rescued me, a sympathetic and
knowing expression on her face. "You can use the bathroom in the
hall if you'd like to...," she chose her euphemism with care,
"...wash up... before dinner."
I was confused for a moment. One corner of the courtyard, by the
house, was covered with rich red terra-cotta tiles under a shower
spigot that stuck out of the wall. The shower had no drain, and
the water would simply run off to be soaked up by the sandy soil
of the courtyard. There was a concrete bench to the side of the
showerhead, but otherwise, there were no surrounding walls. There
were pegs along the house, to hold towels or other gear, but
nothing in the way of cover. I could just as easily have "washed
up" in the courtyard shower. But I would have no privacy. And for
the kind of "washing up" that Aunt Susan had suggested, I wanted
the privacy the hall bathroom would provide. So I nodded blankly
and headed for the door to the house.
In the hall bathroom, the door was barely shut and locked before
I wrapped my right hand around my erection and began to stroke.
After the day's constant stimulation, I quickly felt the surge of
my rising come as I frantically pumped. I felt my release
approaching quickly. In a near panic, I realized that I didn't
have anything to catch my come.
I madly searched for something, anything. By the time I spotted
the Kleenex on the back of the toilet, it was too late--a white
geyser of come spurted out, arching upwards, and I squeezed my
eyes shut in ecstasy. I felt the next surge shoot from my cock as
I rhythmically pumped the base. All the day's pent-up semen came
gushing out in a torrent.
My legs, buttocks, and back were taut as I thrust my hips forward,
basking in the warmth and pleasure emanating from my penis. When
my spurting finally diminished to a dribble, I relaxed and let my
breath out explosively. My chin dropped against my chest as I
opened my eyes. Glistening white droplets of semen coated the
sink and vanity.
When I finally did extract a few tissues from the box of Kleenex,
I gently wiped my come-covered hand and penis. I then began to
wipe my seed from the counter. When I finished cleaning up all
the come droplets I could find, I realized with a grimace that I
was still hard. The insistent pressure in my balls had eased with
my release, but my dick evidently hadn't gotten the message that
enough was enough.
I waited for several minutes, but my erection didn't subside the
least bit. The problem was that the whole time I was waiting, I
was thinking of Aunt Susan and her beautiful pussy. In my mind, I
replayed scenes from the day spent working together. I
reluctantly decided that my erection wasn't going away until I
did something about it. So I wrapped my fingers around my shaft
and began to stroke. Again.
The second time I came, I was ready. I had a wad of Kleenex
clutched in my left hand as I felt the first surge coursing up my
shaft. When I finished coming, I cleaned off the head of my penis
and it finally began to shrink. My poor, abused cock was red and
shiny, but it wasn't sticking out at right angles to my body. It
wasn't all the way soft yet, but it was close enough.
I suddenly realized that after my release, I had to pee. I
stepped over to the toilet, and no sooner had I raised the lid
and seat than I felt the stream of urine begin to flow. I leaned
my head back and luxuriated in the feeling of release, so closely
following my earlier releases of an entirely different kind. When
I was done, I shook the remaining droplets, put the seat and lid
back down (my mother trained me well), and flushed.
By that time, I imagined I'd spent the better part of half an
hour in the bathroom. I hastily washed my hands in the sink,
dried them on the towel by the light switch, and rushed out into
the hall, without even looking at myself in the mirror.
As I emerged from the living room into the kitchen, I saw Aunt
Susan blithely sitting at the table, counting out dollar bills.
When she looked up and saw me, her smile was bright but tired.
Her eyes dropped to my crotch, taking in the sight of my abused
cock. She smiled again, this time with wry humor, and looked back
up at me.
"I'm glad to see that everything... came out... okay," she said mock
seriously, her eyes laughing with her gentle teasing.
I blushed furiously and could only nod.
She collected the bills she'd laid out on the table and stood up,
extending her arm to me.
"Here's your first day's pay," she said, holding the money out.
"That's okay. You can just pay me when we've finished
everything." I knew there were at least two more days' work,
perhaps three.
"Are you sure?"
"Yep. Besides, what am I going to spend it on here," I said,
waving my hand to encompass the entire camp.
"You've got a point there," she conceded and shifted the money to
her left hand. She held her right hand out to me. "You worked
very hard today, Paul," she said seriously, as I stepped forward
and shook her hand.
I could tell she was trying to bolster my ego, and even though I
knew that's what she was doing, it worked. I blushed again and
thanked her.
Her tone immediately lightened as she said, "See you tomorrow
morning for breakfast?"
"Yep."
"Okay. I'll see you then."
I nodded and headed out the door to the courtyard with a wave. As
soon as I was out of the courtyard, I broke into a trot as I
headed back to our cabin. I had fifteen minutes or so before I
was supposed to be at the clubhouse, and I still wanted to shower.
-----
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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
Part: Chapter 25
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mF, teen, oral
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Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
by Nick Scipio
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
That night, after getting angry with Stacy and then running
headlong into Kendall, I lay awake for a long time. My erection
had finally died, untouched, and I simply stared at the ceiling,
thinking. Erin had come to bed and not given me a second glance.
When Mom came back to the cabin, she went to the bathroom, and
then straight to bed. I was alone with my thoughts.
I felt twinges of guilt, mixed with satisfaction, when I thought
about the harsh words I'd flung at Stacy. But I had a nagging
feeling that I was angry about the fact that I _did_ want to have
sex with Kendall; more so than at Stacy for not taking no for an
answer. Perhaps worse than even that, however, was the fact that
I suspected that Kendall had overheard enough of my outburst that
she'd never want to speak to me again. Especially after how she
reacted when I'd almost knocked her over, and she'd come face to
face with my jutting erection.
My thoughts turned back to Stacy and I felt my stomach lurch. I
wasn't some machine that she could turn on and off just by
grabbing my dick. I wasn't some guy who just wanted to stick his
dick wherever he could. I didn't feel guilty about what I'd said
to her, but I was tremendously ashamed of how I'd said it. I knew
how I'd feel if she treated me like that, and I had to blink back
tears at the thought.
I'd managed to make a fine mess of things, I thought to myself as
sleep finally crept over me.
-----
The next morning, Mom shook me and I blinked, trying to wake up.
Why was it so bright in the cabin? I sat up and looked at her
through bleary eyes.
"Hey, sleepyhead. You had a rough night."
I felt like I'd been run over by a truck. As my eyes slowly
cleared, I realized why the cabin was so bright; from the angle
of the sun, it looked like it was closer to noon than dawn.
Actually, several hours closer.
"What time is it?" I asked, yawning.
"It's almost eleven."
"Why'd you let me sleep so late?"
"Because you needed it. You were tossing and turning when I got
up to check on you."
"When you got up to check on me?"
Her face softened and she smoothed my hair back like she had when
I was a boy. "You cried out in your sleep. You were having
nightmares."
Whatever it was, I didn't remember it. Thankfully.
I slowly climbed down the ladder and shuffled toward the bathroom
without saying a word. I turned the shower on full cold and
stepped into it. I hoped it would help me wake up, and as soon as
the icy needle spray hit my skin, my eyes snapped open. I quickly
decided that I wasn't up to the cold water and reached for the
spigot to turn the temperature up.
Usually, I woke up fairly easily. Usually, I thought to myself
ruefully, I got a few good hours of sleep. I stood under the
water and let it batter me awake. Finally, I reached for the
shampoo and started my shower routine. By the time I turned the
water off, I was more awake, but I still felt like a truck had
run over me. I brushed my teeth and combed my hair and opened the
bathroom door.
To my surprise, Mom was waiting for me, sitting on the couch
reading her book. She looked up and smiled gently when I stepped
into the room.
"Feeling better?"
I nodded. I didn't feel human, but at least I was aware of my
surroundings.
"C'mon then," she said with more cheer than I felt. "I'll fix you
brunch."
She set her book on the dresser, linked her arm through my own,
and gently guided me toward the door. Walking down to the
clubhouse, I began to feel better as I breathed in the fresh pine
forest air and got my blood moving.
Mom fixed me a couple of PB&J sandwiches with a big glass of milk.
I wolfed down the food in record time and finally began to feel
better.
"Have you talked to Susan today?" I asked over the crumbs of my
sandwiches.
"Yes. Why do you ask?"
"No reason," I lied. I was wondering if Mom had heard about my
blowup with Stacy. But she kept her expression neutral and my
fishing expedition came up empty.
"Is there something you wanted to talk about?" she asked.
"No. Not really," I lied again.
What I wanted to do was crawl under a rock so I'd never have to
see Stacy or Kendall again. I was mortified at the thought of
having to face them. I knew Stacy would probably hate me. And
worse, Kendall had gotten more than an eyeful the night before
and would probably never want to speak to me again. "Morose"
might not be a strong enough word to describe my mood.
Mom gave me a funny look and then looked like she was about to
say something. I guess she changed her mind, because she only
smiled at me and began picking up my dishes.
"Thanks for the sandwiches, Mom."
"You're welcome, honey."
I nodded decisively and stood up. Mom stood as well, dishes in
hand, and without a word, I turned to go. My mind was already
wondering where I could hide for the rest of the day. Reluctantly,
I decided that I couldn't, and my second option was to find Susan.
If anyone could help me fix things, it would be her.
-----
I ambled toward Susan's house, fervently hoping that... Well, I
didn't know what I wanted.
When I rounded the corner and entered her courtyard, I pulled up
short. Susan, sitting at the wrought-iron table, looked up at the
sound of my footsteps and folded her newspaper. She smiled gently
and set it on the table.
"Hi," she said simply.
I hung my head. I could see the sympathy in her eyes. "Hi," I
said glumly.
"Have a seat."
I looked up at her and she smiled again, nodding firmly. I pulled
out the chair and sat heavily, slouching and hanging my head.
I don't know how long we sat in silence, but I realized that she
was going to let me bring it up first. Stacy was like an unseen
third party, hanging heavily in the air between us. I wanted
Susan to say something, to tell me what to do, anything. Every
time I looked at her, hoping she'd speak, she simply returned my
gaze, her face open and caring. Finally, I broke.
"Does she hate me?" I asked gloomily.
"She _was_ pretty upset."
I looked up and suddenly had to blink back tears.
"Why don't you tell me what happened?"
I told her everything. I even told her about almost running
Kendall over, and how I'd been ashamed that I _had_ been thinking
about having sex with her.
"Ahhhh," Susan said cryptically. "That explains that."
I looked at her questioningly, my eyes stinging, and resisted the
urge to sniffle.
"Kendall stopped by earlier. She asked if I'd seen you."
"She probably doesn't want to talk to me ever again, and wanted
to make sure she could avoid me," I said sullenly.
"She did seem pretty upset."
I rolled my eyes hopelessly.
Susan chuckled richly and I gave her a betrayed look. Her eyes
twinkling compassionately, she quieted quickly. "You don't
understand," she said gently. "She was almost frantic when I told
her I didn't know where you were."
"Frantic?"
She nodded seriously. "I guess she thought you might be avoiding
her."
"I thought _she'd_ be avoiding _me!_"
Susan chuckled again and I wanted to slink away. Why did
everything have to make sense to _everyone else?_
"I told her that when I saw you, I'd tell you she was looking for
you," Susan said reassuringly.
"Great," I mumbled under my breath. "Another problem that I don't
know the answer to."
Unfortunately, Susan had the hearing that comes with being a
mother. "It's not all that bad. The first problem," she said,
indicating the house with a toss of her chin, "isn't all that
hard." She paused for a moment to reconsider. "Well, it is and it
isn't."
My brow furrowed in confusion.
"Stacy was pretty upset last night when she came back. She was
sobbing when she came in, and she wouldn't tell us what the
problem was."
Us? So Mom _had_ known something had happened!
"She started packing her things and wanted to leave last night. I
wouldn't tell her the combination to the gate until she calmed
down and told me what was the matter."
I grimaced.
"Yes," Susan said, "she was that upset."
I hung my head, wishing I could take it all back.
"When she finally calmed down and told us what had happened, she
still wanted to leave. Your mom and I talked her out of it, but I
don't think she's real happy about being here."
"But what about me?" I asked plaintively. "I mean, am I just
supposed to provide a hard dick whenever she wants? What if I
don't feel like it?"
"Well, you were right. But here's where it gets complicated," she
said. "What you said and how you said it are two different
things."
I knew as much myself, and had lain awake a good portion of the
night, thinking about just that.
"You were right about what you said." She then laughed ruefully,
and I looked up at her in shocked dismay. She quickly made a
soothing gesture with her hands. "You experienced something last
night that many women--too many women--experience all the time.
And your feelings aren't any different because you're a man."
I looked at her in confusion.
"Sometimes, you're going to be in the mood, and your partner
isn't. And if you try to force things... Well... You know, from
firsthand experience, how it feels to be treated like an object."
She leaned forward in her chair and got very serious. "I want you
to remember how it felt last night, how mad it made you. Do you
remember?"
I felt my face and ears heating up just thinking about it. I
swallowed to moisten my suddenly dry mouth and nodded tersely.
"You don't ever, _ever_ want to make a woman feel like that. You
may get what you want, but it won't be worth having." She leaned
back in her chair to let that sink in. "Do you understand?" she
asked after several long moments had passed.
I looked her in the eye and slowly nodded. She stared at me for a
few moments, measuring my response, and then nodded decisively.
"Everything else," she said almost dismissively, "is easily
fixed."
My eyes widened at her offhand manner and she smiled.
"Your mom, Stacy, and I had a big talk last night, and she
understands that what she did is wrong. She feels really bad
about it. But she's also very upset at how you treated her, and
she's got a right to be upset."
I stared at her, goggle-eyed, and she nodded.
"You need to apologize to her for the way you spoke to her," she
said evenly.
My jaw dropped. _I_ needed to apologize?!
"Calm down," Susan said, her tone full of an authority I'd never
heard her use before. "You need to apologize for _how_ you said
things," she continued, her voice softening, "not for _what_ you
said. Do you understand the difference?"
I thought about it for a moment and it began to make sense. I
swallowed and nodded.
"I think you'll find that Stacy feels just as bad as you do, and
she's got some things she needs to say to you. Now, she's inside,
in her room. You should go talk to her," she said reasonably.
With a great deal of trepidation, I stood and headed for the door
to the house.
-----
I knocked on the door to Kirk's room and got no reply. When I
knocked again, I heard Stacy's muffled voice, and in a moment,
the door opened.
We stared at each other for several long, uncomfortable moments,
her expression unreadable. Without speaking, she turned and
walked back to the bed. She didn't slam the door in my face, so I
took that as a good sign. I hesitantly took a step into the room
and watched her walk the rest of the way to the bed. She was
wearing her thin white robe, which didn't hide the fact that she
was nude underneath, and I felt myself react at the sight of her
body.
When she sat down and still didn't say anything, I started to get
mad. I'd come here to apologize, but she wasn't the only injured
party. She sat stiffly and stared at me with eyes puffy from
crying. I got the feeling from her body language that she was
waiting to hear my apology and not looking to offer one of her
own as well.
If that was the way she was going to be, I wasn't going to play
her game. I may have said things harshly, but what I'd said was
true. I wasn't an object. And I didn't want to be treated like
one, no matter how much it hurt her to hear me say it. My face
hardened and without a word, I turned to go.
I had just reached the door, when a heart-rending sob from behind
me stayed my step. I stood for a moment, poised in the doorway,
one hand on the door jamb, listening. I half-turned and looked
over my shoulder.
Stacy had pulled her knees up and was hugging them to her chest,
rocking back and forth as she sobbed. Her short robe did nothing
to hide her shaved pussy, but I noted that only absently. She
looked so pathetic and alone that I felt a cold knife twist in my
heart.
I turned back into the room and watched her for a moment. Sobs
wracked her slender body and I felt my resolve begin to crumble.
I took one tentative step toward her, then another, then another.
With each step, my stride became more purposeful, until I reached
her side. She was so lost in her anguish that she didn't hear me
come up beside her.
I reached out to her and hesitated, pulling back before I touched
her. I was frozen in place, my anger warring with my compassion.
Finally, I broke the deadlock and reached out to her again. My
hand fell on the smooth fabric covering her heaving shoulder. She
recoiled as if slapped and in a fit of pique, I almost turned to
go.
Then she reached out and wrapped her arms around my waist and
held on for dear life. Her tear-streaked face was pressed against
my abdomen and I comforted her the only way I could; I kept my
hand on her shoulder and brushed her soft, curly hair with the
other. I let her vent her frustration and grief, and held her
like that for a long time.
-----
Finally, her wracking sobs quieted, and her breathing settled to
normal--punctuated by an occasional shuddering sigh--and I felt
her relax.
"I'm so sorry," she said in a very small voice.
"I know," I said, stroking her hair. I swallowed hard and blinked
to clear my eyes. "I'm... I'm sorry too. I never should have talked
to you like that."
"I deserved it," she said with a sniffle. "I wanted you to like
me."
"I do like you," I said, unable to keep the shock from my voice.
"Why do you think I just wanted to spend time with you?"
"I know. Now." She tightened her grip on me and I felt her
trembling. "After Randy, I... I... I didn't want to have anything to
do with men. Ever."
"I know," I said, smoothing her hair.
"And then you came along. I was scared at first, but you're not
like any of the other guys I've... known." She sniffled again and
her trembling redoubled. "I was so afraid last night. And then
you looked so angry when you turned to leave a little while ago,
I felt like my heart was being ripped out."
"Shhhhh, it's okay. I'm still here."
"I think I might be... I'm so sorry... But I think I might be in..."
She sobbed again and I held her close. "This wasn't supposed to
happen," she said plaintively. "I thought I knew how I felt
about--"
"Shhhhh. It'll be all right."
I held her close and her sobs eased off. She still clutched me
tightly and sniffled occasionally, but the worst seemed to be
behind us. I finally felt her relax her grip and she pulled back.
She looked up at me and smiled wanly. I smiled in return and
stroked her hair.
"I must be a wreck," she said with a rueful bark of laughter.
"No," I said gently, caressing her still-damp cheek. "You're
beautiful."
She held her face against me again and hugged me tight. Then, she
relaxed and started to slide off the bed.
"Just give me a minute," she said as she stood.
She walked out of the room and I heard the bathroom door close.
When she returned, a few minutes later, her face was scrubbed
clean and she looked far better. Her eyes were still red and
puffy, and her upturned nose was red as well, but her smile was
no longer sad. She shut the bedroom door after she entered and
stood for a moment, leaning against the jamb.
I smiled warmly and she walked toward me. The thin white fabric
of her robe did little to hide her lissome body, and I felt
myself begin to harden. I spread my arms as she reached me, and
enfolded her in an embrace. She drew a deep, shuddering breath as
I hugged her; we stood like that for a while, neither of us
daring to move.
She shifted against me, and through the silken fabric, I felt her
nipples harden. My penis twitched in response and then began to
grow. She felt it and stepped back. She looked up at me, eyes
wide with anticipation, and her bottom lip trembled. I put my
hands on her cheeks and leaned down to kiss her.
It started slowly at first, tender and sweet. I felt her untie
the belt at her waist, and as she pressed her nubile body against
me, the kiss grew heated. We pressed our lips together and began
exploring with our tongues. My penis hardened completely, trapped
against her body, and she ground her hips against me.
I ran my hands down the smooth lines of her back and crushed her
body against my own. Her hard nipples bored into my chest as our
tongues feinted and thrust. I ran my hands back up her body,
feeling her shiver against me, and put them on her shoulders.
With one smooth motion, I slid the light fabric over her
shoulders and down her arms. She released me and quickly shrugged,
our lips never breaking contact. The robe fell to the floor and
she wrapped her arms around me again.
I pushed her back against the bed and she sat down, breaking our
kiss. My erection sprang free and she wrapped her lips around the
head, holding me in place with her hands on my hips. She didn't
waste time teasing me; instead, she simply swallowed as much of
my length as she could and began to lavish attention on my shaft.
I didn't want to come too quickly, so I reluctantly pulled out of
her mouth.
I bent down to kiss her again and gently directed her to the
center of the bed, crawling after her. I turned her with subtle
gestures and she settled her head against the pillows, her lips
never leaving my own. Her legs spread willingly as I crawled
between them, and the head of my bobbing penis bumped against the
inside of her thigh.
She moaned into my mouth and quickly reached between us to wrap
her fingers around my girth. She set the tip of my erection
against her already slick lips and I thrust gently. The glans
slipped inside her body and she released me. She locked her hands
around my neck and I felt her thighs grip me as I began to ease
into her.
Her pussy was incredibly hot and already overflowing with her
arousal. I sank into her, inch by glorious inch, until my pubic
hair crushed against her and my balls settled against her ass. I
ground my hips against her for effect and she groaned. She locked
her legs around my waist and began kissing my cheeks and neck as
I arched my back, trying to bury myself deeper inside her pussy.
She responded against me, lifting her hips to meet me. I clenched
my buttocks and felt my cock swell within her. My lips were
closed tight and my nostrils flared as I breathed deeply,
savoring the feeling of her smooth inner walls against my cock.
She pulled my head down and began to kiss and nibble my neck and
I began to pull out.
The cool air bathed my superheated cock as it left her body, and
when only the crown was inside her, I paused for a moment. She
whimpered against me and tried to thrust her hips up at me. I
gently lowered myself to meet her and she quivered against me.
When I reached bottom, her pussy gripped me tightly and my head
swam. I hooked my arms under her shoulders and supported myself
on my elbows, keeping my weight off her.
I felt her breathing, heavy and sweet against my neck, and pulled
back for another thrust. She shuddered again as my cock dragged
across her sensitive pussy walls. I thrust back into her slowly,
delighting in the sensation of spreading her open. When I reached
bottom, I ground my hips against her, causing her to gasp and
clutch me tighter.
I began to fuck her with long, slow, gentle strokes. At the end
of each one, as my dick was buried to the root, I would grind my
pubic bone against her to stimulate her clit. I kept up my steady,
measured pace for a long time and her arousal grew with each
thrust.
She was clutching me tightly and whimpering into the hollow of my
shoulder as I slid in and out of her. Whenever I felt my climax
approaching, I buried myself completely and stopped. Each time I
did, I ground my hips against her, rubbing her clit and making
her gasp and cry out. When my impending orgasm subsided, I would
start thrusting into her again.
I fucked her like that for a long, languid, tender time. She
began to pant against me and I felt her pussy start to clutch at
my invading dick. I maintained my deliberate pace and the
strength of her spasms increased until I was finally almost
forcing myself inside her.
With a rush of moisture, her pussy went wild. She screamed, her
voice in my ear almost deafening, and then began to buck her hips
against me. I rode her through her orgasm, doing nothing more
than keeping my hard shaft buried in her gripping pussy. Inside,
she was awash with moisture and heat, and I felt like I'd buried
my cock in a bubbling cauldron.
Her nails dug into my back and she pressed her forehead against
my collarbone as her orgasm subsided. She was still gasping for
air as I began slowly thrusting within her again. She went limp
beneath me and I pulled back to look at her, to make sure she was
okay. She felt me move and opened her passion-glazed eyes. She
looked at me a long time before finally focusing on my face. Her
smile was delirious for a moment and then her eyes rolled back as
I ground my hips against her again.
I kept fucking her, feeling another orgasm welling up within her.
She rolled her head side-to-side, still gasping and quaking with
aftershocks. Her second orgasm was not long in coming, and her
pussy once again spasmed and clutched at my erection. The muscles
contracted and I could feel the undulations of her stomach as she
went over the edge once again.
I kept up my pace, fucking her through her orgasm. I felt like I
was battering my way into her pussy, but her rising moan of
ecstasy soon turned to a shriek and I knew she was lost in the
pleasure of the moment. Her pussy gushed again and I felt the
wetness run down my balls and coat her ass.
I relentlessly thrust into her as her second orgasm subsided. Her
eyes popped open and she stared at me in shock. I grinned
mischievously and her eyes rolled back once more as I sped my
pace.
Her ankles unlocked from around my back and her legs fell open
before me. I raised myself on my arms and began to pound into her.
She was still spasming around my hammering cock and her breathing
was rapid and shallow, her face flushed with excitement. She
cried out with each thrust and I covered her mouth with my own.
She eagerly responded against me and her pussy got hotter and
wetter still. The muscles in her vagina clamped down on my
invading cock and tried to hold me inside her. With forceful
thrusts, I impaled her, finally letting my own building orgasm
have its way.
With one final lunge, I slammed into her. She pulled back and
broke our kiss, gasping. Her pussy spasmed around me and finally
pushed me over the edge. I groaned as the first spurts of semen
blasted into her depths. Stacy's third orgasm erupted as my cock
swelled to fill her with my white, hot seed. Geyser after geyser
of my come gushed into her as she rode the waves of her own
orgasm, shrieking and clutching me to her. Because I'd taken so
long building up to my orgasm, it felt like I was being drained
through my dick, my entire essence pouring into her.
I closed my eyes tightly and lost myself in the warmth and
pleasure radiating from our union. She heaved beneath me, her
grasping pussy milking my cock for all it was worth, and I
finally collapsed atop her.
She went limp as the final tremors of her orgasm subsided, and we
lay together, a panting, sweaty, tangled, and blissfully
fulfilled heap.
-----
When we finally recovered enough to move, I rolled off of her. A
torrent of our juices flooded from Stacy's gaping pussy to puddle
between her legs. A spreading patch of wetness already darkened
the bedspread beneath her, and she rolled against me, throwing
her arm over my chest and a leg over one of my own. I wrapped my
arm around her and we sighed deeply in unison.
"I've never come like that," she whispered in my ear, still
breathing heavily.
I turned my head and looked at her. Her eyes met mine and she
nodded.
"Never that long, or hard. And never..." She ran a finger idly over
my sweaty, hairless chest. "And never with a guy in my pussy."
"Never?"
"Never. The only time I've ever come with a guy inside me has
been when he's been in my ass." Her finger continued to trace
patterns and she shuddered with the effects of an aftershock.
"That's why I think I might be in... Oh God..." She paused for a long
time. "I don't know if I am or not."
"Are what or not?"
I felt her tense beside me and stroked her bare shoulder
reassuringly.
"Nothing," she said quietly.
"What?"
"Shhhhh. It's nothing. Just a silly thought."
"You can tell me anything," I said earnestly. "Even the silly
things."
"Shhhhh." She didn't move for a moment, and it felt like she was
holding her breath. Finally, she clutched me tighter and sighed.
"Just hold me," she said in a very small voice.
I squeezed her to me and lapsed into a contemplative silence.
-----
We must have dozed off, because the next thing I remember was
opening my eyes and feeling Stacy trembling beside me. The room
was almost stuffy and reeked with the scent of sex, and I
wondered how she could be cold enough to tremble. With a start, I
realized she wasn't trembling with cold; she was crying.
Her sobs were nearly silent, and it was only because she was
pressed so tightly against me that I'd noticed in the first place.
"What's the matter?" I asked, my voice scratchy with disuse.
She sniffled and I felt her move her arm to wipe her face.
"Are you okay?" I asked again, concern coloring my tone.
"I'm fine," she said as she lifted her head to wipe her other
cheek.
"Then why are you crying?"
She raised her head and looked at me. Her eyes and nose were once
again red, and she smiled wanly. "I'm happy is all."
At my doubtful look, she smiled again, almost convincingly.
Almost. She blinked at me and her expression turned pleading. I
smiled at her reassuringly and she closed her eyes. She looked
relieved as she settled her head on my chest and drew a deep,
shuddering breath. She sniffled again, but her tears didn't
return, and I mulled over what could've gotten her upset.
She _was_ upset, and clearly wanted to hide the fact from me. I
stroked her back gently, buying time to think. Was she still
upset about what I'd said to her? After the incredibly tender and
passionate sex we'd just had, I somehow doubted it. Was she
disappointed in me? She'd come three times, and had seemed to
enjoy herself. I ran through a dozen other questions in my mind,
and at each one, I drew a blank.
"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked softly.
She raised her head and smiled at me. Her expression was full of
longing and a veneer of happiness that almost covered... something.
A shadow passed across my eyes and she bent to kiss my chest. She
raised herself and began to kiss down my stomach toward my
flaccid penis. When she reached my legs, she nudged her way
between them and took my soft glans in her mouth.
With her tongue swirling around the tip of my member, I quickly
hardened. She took me into her mouth, less and less as I grew,
and I laced my fingers behind my head and breathed deeply.
Stacy smothered my rigid shaft with kisses, from the base to the
tip, and then took me back in her mouth. She wasted little time,
however, before she wrapped her hand around the base and locked
her lips around my girth. She began to lick and suck me, urging
me on with noises of encouragement. For my part, I merely relaxed
and let her have her way with me.
She kept pumping me with her fist and then brought up her other
hand to caress my balls, running her fingernails over the loose
skin and sending shivers up my spine. That, combined with her
strong lips raking across the sensitive underside ridge, quickly
brought me to the point of no return.
Her lips were still locked around my shaft as my hips began to
jerk with unmistakable signs of my impending orgasm. Yet she
pumped and sucked me with abandon.
"Oh, God, Stacy," I moaned. "I'm gonna come."
I felt the semen welling up at the base of my shaft and tried to
hold off, waiting for her to remove her mouth from my swelling
manhood.
"I've gotta come," I grunted, clenching my abdominal muscles in a
futile attempt to hold back.
I raised myself on my elbows and looked down at her bobbing head.
The pressure was growing to the point where keeping my semen
dammed up was beginning to cause physical pain.
"Stacy, I gotta come."
She looked up at me, her lips wrapped around my erection and hand
pumping madly. Her eyes pleaded with me and she swirled her
tongue against the underside of my glans. I lolled my head back
and squeezed my eyes shut, and then the dam burst. The first jet
of come caught her as she was sucking more of me into her mouth.
Through the haze of my orgasm, I felt her start. Her lips came
off my pulsing shaft and she began to cough. Even without the
exquisite feeling of her lips around my cock, I continued to
shoot white streams of semen into the air. They splattered hotly
against my stomach and chest, and I groaned.
When the flow finally slowed, then stopped altogether, I opened
my eyes and blinked, breathing heavily. Slowly, I raised my head
and looked down at her. She had her eyes squeezed shut and was
breathing heavily, working her mouth and swallowing. Her hand was
still wrapped around my slowly shrinking erection, and both it
and my shaft were covered with pearly semen. I stared at her with
a thousand questions swirling through my mind.
She sensed me looking at her and slowly opened her eyes. She
gazed up at me and looked miserable.
My face softened. "What's the matter?" I asked, dreading the
expected answer.
"I wanted you to come in my mouth," she said dejectedly.
"I thought you hated the taste."
"I did... I do. But I wanted to do it... for you." She swallowed
again and grimaced at the taste. "Susan does it, and I know how
much you enjoy it when she does. I wanted to do it for you too."
She swallowed and gave me a miserable smile.
I sat up and looked at her seriously. "I enjoy it when she
swallows because she enjoys it."
She looked confused.
"She really gets off when I come in her mouth," I said gently. "I
like giving her pleasure. I never wanted to come in your mouth."
"You didn't?"
"No," I said, laughing lightly. "I know you don't like it. I
don't want to do anything you don't like, no matter how much _I_
might like it. I only want you to be happy," I said earnestly.
She closed her eyes tightly and two fat tears squeezed from
between her lashes to roll down her cheeks. Her face crumbled,
and for a moment, I panicked. Her body heaved as she silently
sobbed, and I felt like my heart was being squeezed by a giant
fist. I locked my own panic away and reached for her.
She came willingly, if limply, and I gently pulled her over my
come-splattered torso. She collapsed atop me and sobbed again. I
didn't know what to do, what to say, and I felt my panic rising
again. I ruthlessly suppressed it and wrapped my arms around her.
I stroked the line of her back and comforted her as best I could.
I didn't really know what to do, but I knew that holding her
close would go a long way toward making her feel better. So I
held her, and stroked her hair, and provided no more than the
comfort of a shoulder to cry on.
-----
Her tears and wracking sobs finally subsided--through no action
of mine, I lamented--and still I held her. She drew a deep,
shuddering breath and then... hiccupped. It was all I could do not
to chuckle. When she did it again, I had to bite my tongue. She
sounded like a little girl who'd drunk her Kool-aid too quickly.
With the third hiccup, I couldn't contain myself. I laughed as
silently as I could, but she was lying on my chest, and could
easily feel it.
"It's not funny," she said in a pathetic voice.
I couldn't stop chuckling.
"It's _not_... _hic_... funny!"
"Yes it is," I said, finally laughing out loud.
She raised her head and stared daggers at me. She looked so
pathetic, and was trying to look so angry, that I laughed even
harder.
"You wouldn't think it was so funny... _hic_... if you had 'em!"
My teasing laughter was infectious, however, and she couldn't
maintain her angry facade for long. When she broke into a grin, I
shook my head sadly and tried to quell my chuckling. She looked
so pathetic--puffy and red-rimmed eyes, red nose, trembling red
lips, and spasming with the hiccups--that it was several long
moments before I could get myself under control.
When she looked like she was going to cry again, I finally reined
in my laughter. I lifted my head and kissed her full on those
trembling red lips. She hiccupped again, but pressed against me
hungrily. When she hiccupped yet again, I broke the kiss and
pulled back, my eyes laughing.
I gingerly rolled over and laid her in the spot I'd just vacated.
She looked at me questioningly and I blew her a kiss. As I
crawled down her body, I playfully sucked one of her nipples into
my mouth, causing her to arch her back and grasp my head. I
tasted the salty tang of my semen on her before I pulled away
gently and stood up at the end of the bed.
"Don't move," I said.
"O... _hic_... okay."
I opened the bedroom door and savored the burst of cool air that
rushed in. I left it slightly ajar, to help the circulation, and
headed for the kitchen.
When I got there, Susan lowered her newspaper and gave me a
critical stare. I looked down at myself and almost laughed out
loud. My chest was wet from Stacy's tears, my stomach and chest
were covered in dried and slowly-drying come, my penis was red
and shiny--and still at half-mast--and I'm sure my hair was a
mess as well.
"Are you two okay?" she asked with a trace of laughter.
I nodded, grinning like an idiot. "Do you have any sugar?"
The non sequitur gave her pause. "Sugar?"
I nodded insouciantly and she arched her eyebrows at me. "Stacy's
got the hiccups," I said by way of explanation.
"Ahhhh." She grinned wryly and shook her head. "It's on the
counter, by the toaster."
I looked where she indicated with her eyes and spotted the sugar
bowl. I fetched a spoon from the silverware drawer, grabbed the
sugar bowl, and turned to head back to the bedroom. "Thanks," I
said over my shoulder.
"Don't mention it," she said dryly.
When I got back to Kirk's bedroom, I shut the door behind me.
Stacy was as much of a mess as I was, and I suppressed a grin.
Her hair was disheveled, she too was covered with a thin coating
of semen, and her pussy lips were red and still swollen. In
addition, there was a dark circle of dampness on the bed to her
left, evidence of our earlier activities. She hiccupped
pathetically as I walked toward her, and I once again had to
stifle a chuckle.
I had her sit up and held out a spoonful of sugar. She looked at
me in confusion, and I explained how to hold it on the back of
her tongue and let it slowly melt and drain down her throat. She
looked at me skeptically, but opened her mouth.
"And the plane flies _into_ the hangar," I said, in my best
motherly voice, as the spoon passed her lips.
She glowered at me, but closed her lips over the bowl of the
spoon. When I withdrew it, she looked at me doubtfully, but
tilted her head back. As the sugar slowly melted on her tongue,
she held her breath, letting the thick liquid slowly spill down
the back of her throat. Her nostrils flared as she took a deep
breath and then her eyes popped open. She kept her head tilted
back and looked at me in amazement. When the sugar was finally
melted, she swallowed the remainder and lowered her head. She was
breathing easily, without a trace of hiccups.
"How did you know to do that?" she asked in wonder.
I shrugged. "I dunno. It's what my mom always did when I got the
hiccups," I said as I replaced the lid on the sugar bowl. "Pretty
clever, huh?"
She nodded and then leaned forward, tilting her head back. I
needed no further prompting, and brought my lips to hers, kissing
her gently. When I pulled back, she smiled shyly and then blushed.
"We'd better get cleaned up," I said gently.
She nodded and smiled the first truly happy smile I'd seen on her
in a while.
I set the sugar bowl and the spoon on Kirk's dresser and followed
her into the hall bathroom. I shut the door behind us as she
smiled at me and turned on the water.
-----
After our shower, I took the sugar back to the kitchen while
Stacy stripped the bed linens. Susan looked at me archly as I
entered the kitchen, and I grinned nonchalantly.
"Everyone feeling better?" she asked.
"Yep," I said with aplomb.
She chuckled richly and I smiled a smile of perfect contentment.
"Paul?" Stacy called from the back of the house.
"Oh yeah," I said quickly. "Stacy needs to use the washing
machine."
Susan laughed again and folded her newspaper. She set it on the
table as she stood, and then headed for Kirk's bedroom.
Her tinkling laughter didn't faze me a bit as I followed her back.
-----
Later, Stacy and Susan donned their bikini bottoms and we headed
down to the lake. I was a little anxious about seeing Kendall
while I was with Stacy, but there was nothing tactful that I
could do about the situation; so I decided that I would just live
with it.
When we got to the lake, Mom and Erin were there. Kendall's
brother and parents were there as well, but there was no sign of
Kendall herself. I was still nervous about seeing her, but
reluctantly decided that I'd better find her and talk to her. Her
family was leaving the next day--I didn't know when--and I didn't
want to have what might be my one opportunity slip away because I
didn't go looking for her.
"Hey, Stacy," I said hesitantly.
She turned to look at me and I swallowed my panic.
"I need to... um... I need to... I mean... I need to go find Kendall."
Stacy turned to look at Susan, who nodded almost imperceptibly,
and then looked back to me. With an understanding expression, she
nodded. The knot that had been growing in the pit of my stomach
eased off when I saw her reaction.
Drew and Erin were sitting a little apart from everyone else, and
I decided to talk to him, rather than his parents. When I started
walking toward him, he saw me and stood up.
"Hey, Drew," I said as lightly as I could. "Do you know where
Kendall is?"
"What did you do to her?" he asked, his face a hard mask.
Drew was only a year younger than me, but probably an inch or two
taller, and at least as big as me. He was going to look a lot
like his father when he got a few years older; beefy. As his eyes
bored holes in my head, I thought he looked beefy enough already.
He was fairly bristling with hostility, but I held my ground.
"Nothing, Drew. I just need to talk to her."
"She came home crying last night," he said accusingly.
Erin saw things heating up between the two of us and moved to
stand beside Drew.
"Yeah," I said. "And I'm real sorry about that. It's why I need
to talk to her."
"If you did anything to her--"
"Drew!" I pitched my voice low so it wouldn't carry to his
parents, or Mom. "I didn't do anything to her. Now, are you gonna
tell me where she is, or do I have to find her myself?"
I could clearly see the war being waged in Drew's head between
the desire to protect his sister and the uncertainty of starting
something with me. I was holding my ground and had remained calm,
despite his belligerence. I don't think he expected that. But
then he decided he had to do _something_, and started toward me.
"She's up at her camper," Erin said as she quickly hooked her arm
through Drew's, holding him back. "He's checked on her a couple
of times today." Then she turned to Drew and soothed him. "It's
okay, Paul's a good guy. He's not going to do anything to
Kendall."
"If you hurt her," he said menacingly, "I'll mess you up."
"Drew," I said, staring at him levelly. "I'm not going to do
anything to her. And if I do hurt her feelings, I'll have bigger
problems than you."
He was still spoiling for a fight, but I looked away from him. I
gave Erin a tight, thankful smile and she nodded in return. I
looked Drew in the eyes again, keeping my face neutral, and then
turned my back on him and walked away. I was half expecting him
to come after me still, and tingles ran up and down my spine with
every step. I heard Erin behind me, talking to him quietly. As
much as I wanted to run up the hill to her family's Winnebago, I
steadfastly resisted the urge.
It was a very long walk indeed.
-----
When I finally saw their camper, Kendall was lying on a lounge
chair in front of it. She was on her stomach, reading a book.
Because she was facing away from me--to better catch the angle of
the sun--she didn't see me coming. I walked up to her feet and
cast a shadow across her. I was just about to open my mouth when...
"Look, just leave me alone," she said angrily, without looking up.
"Okay?"
My mouth went suddenly dry and I felt the blood drain from my
face. I worked my jaw, trying to muster the courage to say
something, anything. I swallowed hard, hoping to get some
moisture back in my mouth, but none came. I wanted to tell her
how sorry I was. I wanted to tell her how much her friendship
meant to me. I wanted to tell her that I'd miss her. I wanted...
"Just go back down to the lake," she said as the silence drew out.
I swallowed again and started to turn to go. Before I did, I
looked back at her one last time. "I'm so sorry, Kendall," I said,
my voice almost a whisper.
My eyes stung as I turned to walk back down the hill, utterly
dejected. I heard her move behind me, but didn't dare look back.
I couldn't face her. I just couldn't.
"Paul?"
I stopped at the sound of her voice, but didn't turn around. I
couldn't let her see me like this, my eyes full of unshed tears.
The sound of her standing, the lounger creaking as her weight
shifted, almost made me bolt.
"Paul?" she called again, more forcefully this time, almost...
desperately.
I blinked to clear my eyes and turned at the sound of her
approach. I looked up, expecting to see her hand come flying
toward my face. I deserved it. I was prepared for it.
What I was not prepared for was to suddenly have my arms full of
a girl two inches taller than me. She wrapped her arms around my
neck and nearly choked me, her breasts mashing into my chest
almost painfully. Confused, I just stood there for a moment,
wrapped in her arms. Finally, I put my arms around her smooth
back and returned her embrace.
"I thought you were Drew," she said, tears making her voice
hoarse. She sniffled. "He's been up here pestering me all day,
checking to make sure I'm okay." She squeezed me tighter still,
and I nearly had to fight to breathe. "I'm so glad it's you," she
whispered.
I was flabbergasted. When she'd told me to leave, I'd felt like
my heart had been ripped open. I'd thought that our friendship
had been ruined forever, and I'd already begun to hate myself.
When she'd flown into my arms, it had been so quick that I still
hadn't had time to adjust to the idea that she didn't hate me.
"I thought you were avoiding me," she said. "When I couldn't find
you, I just knew that you'd never want to see me again."
I was finally beginning to wrap my mind around the idea that she
wasn't mad at me, that she wasn't scared after what she'd seen
the night before. I stroked her back as reassuringly as I could.
I was acutely aware of her luscious body where it pressed against
me, however, and I fervently hoped that I could keep things under
control.
"Thank you for coming up here," she said softly, her voice thick
with her tears. "You don't know how much you mean to me. I
thought of losing you forever, and I--"
"Shhh," I whispered, willing my penis to behave. "I thought I'd
scared you away."
She shook her head and hugged me tighter.
"After what I said last night...," I said, fishing.
"I didn't hear what you said," she said quickly.
Too quickly? I just didn't know. I started thinking things
through, trying to work through all the permutations. My logic
began to run circles in my mind, and I just couldn't decide for
sure whether or not she'd heard what I'd said about her. She
could have _just_ walked up when I'd happened to run into her.
That must be what happened, I tried to convince myself.
But I couldn't be sure, and I began to replay events in my mind.
_I'd yelled at Stacy and then dived into the water... Once I'd
climbed out of the water, I was still thinking about sex with
Kendall, seeing her beneath me as I sank into her_... No, no, no! I
had to change my train of thought, before...
"Oh," she said suddenly.
Treacherous organ!
I wanted to run, but her mouth-watering body was still pressed
against me, her arms still around my neck. As my thoughts
returned to the present, the sensations of her body against me
battered my senses, and I quickly became fully erect. I took a
deep breath. If I did run away, it would only make things worse.
And the fact that Kendall hadn't recoiled in horror when she felt
my erection bump into her served to calm my nerves a little. But
only a little.
"Kendall," I said slowly. "You'd better let me go now."
"You don't have to leave," she said plaintively as she began to
loosen her death grip on my neck.
"No," I said as calmly as I could. "I'm not going to leave. But
you'd better let me go now. You know," I said with a nervous
laugh, "as in 'you'd better let go of me.'"
"Oh, God. I'm so sorry."
She loosened her arms and stepped back slowly. When she did, my
erection sprang up and bounced gently. Her eyes were naturally
drawn to the motion. They widened when she saw my jutting manhood,
and then snapped back to my face. She quickly wiped her damp
cheeks and stared straight into my eyes.
"I'm sorry. It's natural, but...," I said hesitantly. She was
desperately trying not to look down at my dick. "When a beautiful
girl hugs me like you just did, well... I'm sorry. Sometimes, it's
just gonna happen," I said lamely. When a beautiful girl hugs me
like you just did and I start thinking about having sex with her,
it's _always_ gonna happen, I thought to myself.
She swallowed hard and nodded jerkily.
"I'm really sorry. Let's just ignore it, and it'll go away."
Where had I found the courage to say that? I still don't know.
The Paul from the beginning of the summer would have already run
away, overcome by embarrassment. The new Paul was blithely
standing there telling a beautiful girl to just ignore his
erection. It was like I was on the outside looking in.
She swallowed hard, drew a deep breath, and then nodded. Then she
squared her shoulders and looked at me seriously. I started to
panic, thinking she was going to tell me something I didn't want
to hear. I almost cringed when she opened her mouth.
"Would you like some tea?" she asked, as if we were in the parlor
of her mother's house and I was visiting on Sunday afternoon.
With an act of will, I kept my jaw from dropping open. My life
had turned surreal. I swallowed hard myself and slowly nodded.
She smiled shyly and turned to walk into the camper. I followed
her, my erection leading the way, and I couldn't help but watch
her beautiful body as she opened the screen door and mounted the
two steps into the camper. Inside the cool interior, I spotted a
banquette where the kitchen table would normally be set up and
quickly sat down. My erection poked up embarrassingly, but I did
my best to act like nothing was amiss.
Kendall fixed two glasses of ice, refilling the tray and
replacing it in the small refrigerator. She poured the tea and
then handed a glass to me. When she thought I wasn't looking, I
caught her sneaking a glance at my erection, and smiled to myself.
She sat next to me on the banquette--painfully close--and my cock
throbbed as I felt the heat of her body and smelled the cocoa
butter on her skin.
I hate iced tea, but I choked down half the glass before either
of us had the courage to speak. When we did, we both started to
speak at the same time. We both laughed and told the other to go
first. That brought about another round of nervous laughter.
"I'm sorry you couldn't find me today," I said. "I had to mend a
few fences."
"I'll bet," she said sincerely.
I looked at her sharply. Did she know? Had she heard after all?
She saw my direct gaze and took a long swallow of tea, nearly
draining her glass. Unconsciously, I imitated the gesture and
tried to hide my grimace as the tea slid over my tongue.
"So, have you had a chance to read more Eudora Welty?" she asked,
deftly changing the subject.
I looked at her gratefully and shook my head. After that, our
conversation became innocuous. I saw her steal a few more glances
at my slowly shrinking erection, but as we talked--and thoughts
of her with her legs spread beneath me were driven from my mind--
the blood drained from my penis and it eventually returned to its
normal state.
"You want some more tea?" she asked brightly as I clutched my
nearly empty glass.
"Kendall," I said earnestly. "There's something I've got to tell
you."
For a moment, she looked panic-stricken and I had to suppress a
chuckle.
"I _hate_ iced tea."
She looked at me in growing fear. Then she realized what I had
said and burst out laughing. "Then why'd you drink it, silly?"
I shrugged bashfully. "It was a good distraction," I said lamely.
"You mean you prefer iced tea over _me?_"
"Kendall, no! Of course not! You know how I feel about you..."
Her eyes widened and she pointedly did _not_ look at my penis.
I blushed and started to stammer another apology when she
suddenly grinned. My blush deepened as I realized that she'd been
teasing me and I started to fidget with my glass.
"You know how it is," I said, hoping it was enough of an
explanation. I wanted to say more, but I couldn't find the words.
She put her hand on my forearm, and the coolness of her touch
almost made me start. Her hands were soft, and gentle, and calmed
my anxiety. I looked up and gazed into her deep blue eyes.
"Yeah," she said sadly. "I know how it is."
We shared a quiet moment, saying more with our eyes than we'd
said with words in the past half-hour. She looked down at the
melting ice in her glass and studied it for a long time. Then she
quietly looked up at me and smiled bravely. She took my glass
from my listless fingers and stood gracefully.
My eyes followed her as she set the glasses in the sink and then
turned back to me. She walked toward me and silently extended her
hand. I took it without a word and stood. I stepped close to her
and she looked at me expectantly. I pulled her closer still and
wrapped my arms around her. She came willingly and I pressed my
cheek against her.
I kissed her lightly, my lips barely brushing over the satin skin
of her face. "Thank you," I whispered.
She nodded and hugged me even tighter. Then we separated and
shared a shy smile. I took her hand and led her out of the camper
into the bright afternoon sun. I reluctantly let her hand drop,
and looked into her eyes again, praying that she understood my
unspoken explanation. She smiled sadly and nodded.
We didn't touch each other again as we walked down to the lake
and our families, but we stayed very, very close.
-----
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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
Part: Chapter 23
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mF, teen, oral
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Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
by Nick Scipio
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
The rest of that Sunday, Erin did her best to keep me occupied.
She knew I was depressed, and I appreciated her company. I don't
know if Mom had asked her to keep an eye on me, or she'd thought
of it on her own, but I was silently thankful that she did.
When we went down to the lake, we found Kendall in a lounge chair,
reading a book.
I unceremoniously flopped down next to her, and she closed her
book, keeping her place with her finger. She looked at me and
smiled. I tried to smile in return, but the best I could muster
was probably not very good, judging by her sympathetic expression.
"Is she...?" she asked.
I nodded morosely.
"Are you okay?" She shifted the book and put her right hand on my
arm.
Her touch was warm and reassuring, and scared me. Gina had only
been gone less than twenty minutes, and having Kendall touch me
somehow felt like cheating. Kendall sensed my tension and pulled
back.
"I'm sorry, Paul."
I could hear the hurt in her voice. "It's okay, Kendall," I
apologized, making eye contact with her. "I know you mean well. I
guess I'm just a little jumpy is all."
She tactfully accepted my explanation.
"Paul?" Erin said softly.
I had completely forgotten about her, and I suddenly felt guilty.
She was being so nice to me, and I repaid her by ignoring her. I
turned to look at her, sitting on the lounge chair to my right,
and smiled sheepishly.
Her eyes silently pleaded with me. For a moment, I was confused.
Then, I remembered.
"Hey, Kendall," I said, turning away from Erin and leaning close
to the older girl. I was glad to have something besides Gina to
think about.
She leaned toward me as well, turning her head so my face was
only inches from her ear.
"Erin and I were gonna hang out together this afternoon, and we
thought that maybe Drew would like to hang out too. Would that be
cool?"
Kendall grinned broadly and leaned forward, looking past me at
Erin. Seeing my sister's open and eager face, Kendall nodded.
Erin's elation was almost palpable.
"I'll be right back," Kendall said. She took a red ribbon and
marked her place in the book and then set it on the lounger as
she stood.
After she'd gone, Erin beamed at me, and silently mouthed, "Thank
you."
I smiled and nodded.
Kendall returned about ten minutes later, accompanied by her
brother. His eyes lit up when he saw Erin and he quickly seated
himself next to her. Kendall slid gracefully into her lounge
chair and smiled at me.
"Here," she said, handing me a book.
"What's this?"
She looked at me like I was a little boy.
I nodded sheepishly and looked at the cover of the book, _The
Collected Stories of Eudora Welty_. Then it hit me. This was the
book she'd been reading the day before. I looked at her
questioningly.
"It seemed like you might've wanted to read that," she said.
I recalled that I had indeed meant to ask her about the book, but
I hadn't actually done it. I was once again startled by her
insight. "Thanks."
She picked up her own book and smiled again.
"What're you reading?" I asked.
"Truman Capote. He's another Southern author. When you get
finished with Eudora Welty, you can see if you like him."
She smiled and I realized how incredibly beautiful she was. And
how incredibly lonely I was. I hastily opened the book I held and
studiously buried my nose, trying to get images of Kendall out of
my mind.
Eventually, it worked. Mostly.
-----
Over the next couple of days, I gradually worked my way out of my
funk. As the sharp edges of the memory of saying goodbye slowly
wore off, my spirits returned to something approaching normal.
Mom and Dad were very good about it, and even Erin was nice to me.
I talked to Susan several times, including a few times when we
were alone, but she sensed that I didn't want to do anything more
than talk, and never pressed the issue.
The Tuesday after Gina's family left, Susan, clad in her usual
bikini bottoms, had breakfast with us. She and Mom talked as they
fixed cheese omelettes and toast--enough for all five of us.
After breakfast, Mom asked me to stick around for a few minutes.
Susan smiled and took her leave, and Dad and Erin headed down to
the lake.
"Your dad's taking the car tomorrow," she said as we cleaned up
the breakfast dishes. He had another trip to fly, but would only
be gone a week this time. "I wanted to get some grocery shopping
done before he does. Why don't you come with me?"
I didn't want to, and she could tell. I wanted to mope. I shook
my head.
"I think you should," she said, insisting. "It'll be good for you
to get out."
I quickly sensed that I wasn't going to get out of going to town
simply by being moody. Resignedly, I nodded.
Mom told Dad that I was going with her, and we went up to the
cabin to get dressed. On the drive to town, talking about
inconsequential things, Mom eventually drew me out of my shell.
We talked about everything from Gina and Kendall, to why Erin and
I were getting along so well, to our plans for after the summer.
By the time we pulled into the Winn-Dixie parking lot, I was
feeling much better. I quickly realized that that was her
intention all along, and grinned thankfully at her. With a smile
and wink, she got out of the car. I followed suit, and we walked
toward the store.
I thought about the last time I had actually been in the grocery
store, and with a blush, I realized I was getting hard thinking
about it. I seriously doubted that this trip would be so...
revealing.
Inside, Stacy and another cashier were each helping older women.
Stacy looked up idly as we walked in, then obliviously looked
back down to what she was ringing up. With a startled expression,
she looked back up. I waved quickly and she waved back, blushing.
The woman she was helping said something, and Stacy quickly
returned her attention to her job.
I was dying to talk to Stacy, but I couldn't come up with any
excuse that didn't sound lame. So I dutifully shopped with Mom,
distractedly making small talk as we pushed our cart up and down
the aisles, slowly filling it with groceries.
When we reached the last aisle, Mom led the way toward the
checkout stands. She was headed for the other girl's line and my
heart began to beat faster.
"Mom, how about the other line?" I asked tentatively.
She looked at it critically. Both lines had two older women in
them. The woman last in line at Stacy's stand had more groceries,
and Mom looked skeptical.
"I think the other line's moving faster," I said hopefully.
Mom watched for a moment and nodded judiciously. With a palpable
sense of relief, I wheeled our cart into Stacy's line. Upon
seeing us, Stacy smiled, and sped up. She had the two women in
front of us checked out in no time.
"Hi," Stacy said cheerfully as we pulled up next to her cash
register.
"Hello," Mom said.
"Hi," I said, a goofy smile on my face.
Stacy blushed and Mom looked at me.
"Do you two know each other?"
I nodded. "Mom, this is Stacy. Stacy, this is my mom, Beth."
"Nice to meet you, Stacy," Mom said.
"Nice to meet you too, Beth."
"Stacy is the girl who had car trouble. The one Susan and I
helped," I volunteered helpfully.
"Ahhhh, I see," Mom said. Then she turned to Stacy. "I'm glad
Paul and Susan came along when they did, then."
Stacy blushed crimson and nodded. She slowed her pace ringing up
our groceries, as there was no one behind us in line. And, I
hoped, she wanted to talk to me as much as she could. Not that we
were actually talking, but the possibility existed, and I was
excited.
When the end was in sight, Stacy started idly chatting with me,
never missing an item.
"I called that number Susan gave me," she said.
Mom looked at me speculatively.
"Oh?" I asked noncommittally.
"Yeah," Stacy said. "I had an interview a week ago yesterday."
"How'd it go?"
"I got the job."
"Stacy, that's great! Congratulations," I said.
She stopped ringing items and looked at me, her eyes momentarily
misting over. "You'll have to thank Susan for me," she said, her
voice suddenly thick with emotion.
I nodded soberly. She smiled at me and returned her attention to
the cash register.
Mom asked what we were talking about, and I quickly explained
about the job with Susan's accountant, leaving out a few crucial
details from the day in question.
"When did you all see Stacy?" Mom asked, her expression
unreadable.
"Uh," I said, stalling and thinking furiously. "I saw Stacy at
the movies that day, and we gave her a ride home." I thought it
was brilliant.
"Oh, that's right. You went to the movies. You never told me what
you saw," Mom said.
Stacy and I shared a look of mutual panic.
"Star Wars," I said quickly.
"Smoky and the Bandit," Stacy answered at the same time.
We looked at each other, startled, and my panic ratcheted up a
few notches.
"It was a double feature," Stacy said calmly.
"Oh," Mom said, her expression once again unreadable.
Had we gotten away with it? Did she suspect? My heart was
thudding like a trip-hammer.
"When do you start?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
"Monday," Stacy said. "I gave the store manager my two-week
notice the same day. I was gonna be off this Friday anyway, to
pick up my car, so Thursday's my last day."
"You're getting your car fixed?" I asked.
She nodded. "I've worked every day--a double shift most of 'em--
since my interview, just to save up enough to get it fixed." She
laughed, a short bark of derisive laughter. "And you know what?"
"What?"
"Getting my car fixed is not gonna cost as much as I thought."
"Really?"
She nodded. "Yep. Turns out the only thing wrong with it was the
starter solenoid. The garage even towed it for free, since they
were gonna fix it. So I've got a little extra money," she said
slyly.
Mom raised her eyebrows and Stacy quickly resumed her neutral
expression.
"So I think I'm gonna pick up my car on Friday, and just come on
out. Susan said to call her for directions."
Mom looked at me, her eyebrows arching questioningly.
"Um... Susan... um... Susan invited Stacy to come out and visit for the
weekend," I said lamely.
By now, Stacy had finished ringing up our groceries. As Mom
looked at her, she nodded without hesitation.
"Oh yes," Mom said. "Susan mentioned that to me this morning."
I stared at Mom in unconcealed shock. She merely smiled blandly.
With a grin, Stacy moved to the end of the checkout stand to bag
our groceries. Mom took out her wallet and pulled out bills, then
started plucking change from an inside pocket. She paid Stacy and
then turned to me.
"I'm going to go get the car and pull it in front of the store.
C'mon out in a minute," she said nonchalantly.
My mouth hung open as she turned and strode purposefully out the
front door. When we went shopping at home, we'd always wheel the
cart out to the car. I couldn't remember a time, except when it
was raining, when she'd pulled the car to the front of the store.
But it wasn't raining outside, it was normal late-July South
Carolina weather. Mom was Up To Something.
"I can't wait to see you Friday," Stacy said, pitching her voice
low. "I have a surprise for you."
I began to panic. How would I tell Stacy about Gina? She already
knew I liked Gina, but it somehow felt wrong to have sex with
Stacy when Gina was supposed to be my girlfriend. _Was_ my
girlfriend. No _supposed to be_ about it.
The only problem was, I really wanted to have sex with Stacy. In
the worst way. Since Gina had left, I'd dutifully kept myself
away from temptation, despite a few subtle offers from Susan.
With Stacy coming to camp, I didn't know how I was going to
resist. And worse, I didn't know if I wanted to. I did, but I
didn't.
It was all so confusing.
"Paul?" Stacy asked, drawing me back from my introspection.
"Hmm?"
She could tell I was lost in thought, and I silently thanked her
for not making more of it. "Your mom just pulled up outside."
"Oh?" I said absently.
She nodded gravely. "You've got to go."
Finally, I focused on her face. In my head, I replayed what she'd
said, then spun around quickly. Sure enough, Mom was sitting in
the idling car, just outside the front doors of the store. I
noticed with a blush that she was tactfully not looking our
direction.
Stacy noticed too. When I turned back around, she gave a quick
look around the store to make sure no one was looking at us, and
leaned forward. Her lips brushed against mine and I suddenly
yearned for more. I wanted to hold her against me and kiss her.
Really kiss her. But, I thought to myself, that would be wrong.
Wouldn't it?
"C'mon," she said cheerfully, seeing no one in her line. "I'll
help you with the cart."
I nodded dumbly and she grinned at me, blushing. I felt the lump
in my shorts, caused by my sudden erection, and blushed as well.
Treacherous organ!
With her help, I began to load the groceries into the back of the
car. During the mindless activity, I had hoped my erection would
subside. With Stacy so close, however, I could feel the whisper
of air as she moved next to me. We accidentally touched, reaching
for the same bag, and I felt a jolt of electricity at the contact.
When we finished, I was still very stiff.
Stacy noticed, and smiled knowingly. I wanted her so badly. And I
desperately wished that I didn't.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, Beth," Stacy said, leaning down
and speaking through the still-open tailgate. "I'm looking
forward to this weekend."
"A pleasure meeting you as well," Mom said graciously. "I'm
looking forward to seeing more of you."
Stacy blushed furiously. Mom smiled and then burst out laughing.
Her laughter quickly infected Stacy, and she began giggling as
well.
How could they be laughing at a time like this? How?
Stacy stood, and upon seeing my stricken expression, smiled
mischievously. Pushing the cart out of the way, she raised up on
tiptoe and kissed my cheek. Then she pressed her face against my
own, her soft, smooth flesh making me swell uncomfortably
"I can't wait to see you," she whispered, her lips almost
brushing my ear. To my horror, she then surreptitiously rubbed
her fingers along the line of my erection.
She giggled again, musically, and began to wheel the cart into
the store without a backward glance. I swallowed hard. Moving
like an automaton, I closed the tailgate and walked around to the
passenger door, oblivious to my tented shorts. I got in the car,
shut the door with a solid thunk, and wondered what I'd done to
deserve being in such a predicament.
Mom chuckled richly, much to my consternation and disbelief, and
put the car in gear, smoothly pulling out of the parking lot.
-----
While we were driving out of town, Mom left me to my thoughts. I
was suddenly embarrassed that I had an erection in front of her,
after all that had happened between us.
I was daydreaming about Stacy, and trying to will myself to stop.
I wanted to think about Gina, but I couldn't. In my mind, I
excoriated myself. I shouldn't be having thoughts of another girl.
I shouldn't!
Yet I couldn't help it.
"You want to talk about what's the matter?" Mom asked softly.
I felt hot tears sting my eyes and shook my head tersely.
"Sure?"
I turned away from her and stared out the window. I nodded once,
angrily.
"What you're feeling is okay, Paul."
How would she know what I was feeling? I tried to ignore her,
turning my body away from her and balling my fist under my chin,
watching the landscape pass.
Thankfully, she let it drop.
The rest of the drive was quiet. She left me alone with my
thoughts. Unfortunately, they ran the gamut from elation to shame.
It hadn't been two full days since Gina and her family had left,
and I was already thinking about having sex with Stacy. What kind
of boyfriend was I? A bad one, I thought.
-----
When we pulled up to the padlocked gate, Mom stopped the car and
turned off the engine. It pinged as it cooled and I could hear
the slight breeze through the trees. I looked at her, confused,
as she turned to face me.
She paused for a moment to gather her thoughts, and I began to
panic. Was she mad at me for not talking to her? Did she see
Stacy kiss me? Did she know about Stacy? What would she do if she
did? With a monumental act of will, I suppressed my rising panic.
I was still on edge, but I'd stopped asking myself questions I
couldn't answer.
"I guess we should've had this conversation sooner," Mom said
quietly, "but I just didn't know how." She looked at me earnestly,
and I began to regret getting angry with her earlier. "I do know
what you're going through."
"Yeah?" I said defiantly, petulantly. I immediately regretted it.
Her face softened and her expression turned wistful. "Yes," she
said in a sad voice. "I do. And I want to help."
I didn't have the courage to apologize.
She could see it in my eyes, though. She nodded. "I like Stacy,"
she said suddenly.
The non sequitur completely put me off. What was she talking
about?
"She seems like a nice girl."
"She's hardly a girl," I said, almost hotly.
Mom shook her head quickly. "You're right. And you're hardly a
boy."
My brow creased in confusion.
She smiled again, gently, and smoothed her skirt, drying her
hands. "Paul... It's okay to have... urges." She stopped abruptly and
shook her head. "I've turned into my mother," she said to herself
in disbelief. "And now I'm having the 'urges' conversation." She
looked at me again and grinned wryly. "I promised myself, a long
time ago, that I'd never talk to you like my mom talked to me,
and here I am doing it."
She laughed ruefully. Then she looked at me, her expression
serious. "Paul, it's okay to want to have sex with Stacy."
I would've looked less shocked if she'd poleaxed me. I felt the
heat rising in my face, my ears burning.
"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to feign innocence.
She looked at me skeptically.
I desperately wanted to change the subject, but had no idea how.
Finally, I decided that she probably wouldn't let me, even if I
_could_ think of a way. My innocent facade crumbled.
"That's better," she said.
"You know about Stacy?" I asked, incredulous.
"Yes," she said simply. "And I think she's good for you."
"What do you mean?" I asked, suspicion coloring my tone.
"I mean, I think she's good for you."
I felt my eyes narrow, seemingly of their own accord.
"It's okay to want to have sex with Stacy. Or Susan."
I looked at her, dubious.
"Paul, sex is a natural thing. And wanting to have sex is not
something you can turn off simply because your girlfriend is gone
for a year."
Thanks for reminding me, I thought sullenly.
"What I mean is," she said quickly, "that it's natural to want to
have sex. And that sex is not love. Love is not sex."
"Huh?"
"Sex is not the same as love. And love isn't the same as sex."
I rolled my eyes at her. I got that part. Now _what_ was she
talking about?
"You love me, and I love you. But we can't have sex. Right?"
I rolled my eyes again, sarcastically. She'd made that abundantly
clear. And even though I understood why, from her perspective, I
still didn't feel the same way. Well, not really. Mostly. Or so I
thought.
"You love Susan, and you have sex with her."
I blushed at her frank appraisal.
"You love Gina, I think you're probably in love with Gina." Now
she was starting to sound like Susan. "But you haven't had sex
with her."
Did she _have_ to bring up Gina?
"Do you love Stacy?"
The question hung in the hot, still air. I felt the seconds
laboriously ticking by. Finally, I shook my head.
"But you want to have sex with her."
I set my jaw, but I could tell she knew. She'd seen how I reacted
to Stacy. Oh yes, she knew.
"Do you see what I'm getting at?"
No. No I don't, I thought sullenly.
"Sometimes sex is just sex. Sometimes, it's sex _and_ love, and
it's really good. And sometimes, like with you and me, there's
love, without sex."
I wanted to believe her. I wanted to understand her. I wanted to
have sex with Stacy. And Susan. But I was in love with Gina. How
could that mean anything if I was having sex with Stacy or Susan?
"I think I know a little something about Gina and her family,"
she said, an unreadable twinkle in her eyes. "And I think she
might be more adventurous than you realize."
What was _that_ supposed to mean?
"But that's for the two of you to discover, when you're together.
Right now, it's okay to want to have sex with Stacy. It's not
cheating if you don't make it cheating."
Now she was starting to make sense. Or, at least I was starting
to understand what she was talking about, even if she still
wasn't making all that much sense. "What do you mean?" I asked.
"I mean, that as long as it's not cheating in your heart, you can
have sex with Stacy. Or Susan."
"But not with you," I said, sarcasm welling dangerously close to
the surface.
She smiled and blushed, shaking her head. "No, not the two of us.
That's different."
I let it drop. "You said having... having sex with Stacy wouldn't
be cheating?" I desperately wanted to believe this. Needed to.
She nodded. "You can still be in love with Gina and have sex with
Stacy. And it's not cheating unless you make it cheating, unless
you think you could leave Gina and fall in love with Stacy."
I quickly shook my head. I knew I didn't love Stacy. I liked her,
very much, but with Gina it was... different.
"You and Gina can decide, when the time comes, what kind of
relationship you want to have," she said.
Hadn't Susan said something just like that? I began to wonder
what the two of them talked about, and how much of it involved me.
"But until then, you and Stacy can have sex, and you won't be
cheating," she said.
I wanted to believe her. I didn't understand, completely, what
she was talking about, but I still wanted, desperately, to
believe her. Because I wanted Stacy, very badly. And soon.
Thinking about it, I felt my penis stir, filling with blood. I
was quickly erect, my hard-on tenting my shorts uncomfortably.
Mom saw the sudden motion and looked at my outlined penis. She
looked up at me and blushed. Then she grinned. "At least someone
thinks I'm right," she said teasingly.
I think I turned six shades of red.
"But do you understand what I'm talking about?" she asked gently.
I thought about it for a moment, and then slowly nodded. I wanted
to understand what she was talking about, but I suspected that it
was going to be another "love" and "in love" kind of thing--tough
to wrap my mind around.
"Good. Now, why don't you unlock the gate? Let's get going."
I got out of the car and surreptitiously rearranged my erection,
and then unlocked the chain as Mom started the car. She was
through the gate and I locked it behind her, and then I quickly
hopped back in the car.
-----
When we drove past the clubhouse, I looked at her, wondering
where we were going. Even though I was staring at her, Mom never
batted an eyelash. When we pulled up to Susan's house, she put
the car in park and looked at me.
"Susan asked me to pick up a few groceries for her. Would you
mind taking them in for me?"
I shook my head, still confused.
She got out of the car, leaving the engine running, and I
followed suit. Around back, she selected a few things--a loaf of
bread, a dozen eggs, a jar of mustard--and handed them to me.
As we walked toward the house, I wondered why Mom had even
bothered asking me. The car was parked right at the entrance to
the courtyard; she could have just as easily taken them without
me.
I knocked with the hand holding the mustard, curling my fingers
protectively around the jar and rapping on the windowpane. Susan
was actually in the kitchen and quickly opened the door.
"Hi, Paul," she said brightly. Then she looked over my shoulder
at Mom.
I turned around just in time to see Mom nod seriously. She arched
her eyebrows at my confused look and I turned back to Susan.
"Thank you, Beth," Susan said over my shoulder. "Will you come in
for a few minutes?"
I stepped into the cool air of the kitchen as she moved aside.
Mom stepped in behind me and Susan shut the door.
"Thanks for getting the groceries for me, Beth," Susan said
graciously.
"It was no bother."
"Well, thanks just the same."
I stared at the women as they chatted urbanely, wondering what
was going on.
"Would you like to join me for lunch?" Susan asked brightly.
I started to open my mouth to decline, but before I could say a
word, Mom beat me to it.
"I can't. But I'm sure Paul wouldn't mind," she said as I turned
to look at her. "I can get the groceries myself," she said to me.
"Enjoy your lunch." She waved, and without a backward glance, she
headed back out to the idling station wagon.
I must have been the picture of confusion, standing in Susan's
kitchen, holding the groceries to my chest. I turned back at her
with a helpless look; she took the groceries from me and set them
on the kitchen table.
"Why don't you go ahead and get your clothes off while I make us
some sandwiches."
Dumbstruck, I watched as she hooked her thumbs in her bikini
bottoms and pulled them over her hips. "I just got back from the
clubhouse," she said by way of explanation.
The sight of her smooth-shaven pussy never failed to excite me.
And the tumescent state my penis had managed to achieve during
the ride from the gate quickly turned into a full erection.
She grinned mischievously and looked at my dick, which was
tenting the front of my shorts. "Tell you what," she said,
sinking to her knees. "Why don't I help, _then_ we can have
lunch."
For the first time since the beginning of the summer and those
first days helping Susan after the storm, I was embarrassed by my
erection. I didn't want her to see it; I didn't want to desire
her as much as I did.
She ran her hands up my thighs and I nearly jumped onto the
counter. She pulled the elastic waistband of my shorts out,
catching my underwear as well. With one deft motion, she had them
bunched around my thighs.
"Relax," she said, looking up at me around my jutting erection.
She held my eyes with her own. "It's okay."
I realized that I was trembling; actually trembling. I wanted to
escape. I wanted to run all the way back to our cabin. I wanted
to be faithful to Gina. I wanted Susan to suck my dick. I wanted
her to swallow when I came. I wanted... I don't know _what_ I
wanted. My head wanted one thing and my dick wanted another.
Treacherous organ!
Susan smiled at me and wrapped her hand around the base of my
shaft. Her touch was electric, and I jerked as if slapped. She
moved her left hand up to fondle my balls and I leaned heavily
against the counter.
"There," she said softly, starting to stroke me slowly, "that's
not so bad."
My eyes wide, I looked down my torso, watching her face as she
concentrated on my dick. Her warm hands felt so good, like they
belonged there. She wasn't doing anything she hadn't done before-
-many times--but her touch felt so new. So exciting. So... illicit.
And I hated myself for enjoying it.
She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath, and from experience,
I knew what she was going to do. She didn't disappoint me. How
could I love Gina if I let Susan suck my dick? How? My lust-
addled brain completely overlooked the conversation I'd had with
Mom, not twenty minutes before. My penis, however, couldn't
overlook the fact that Susan had just wrapped her lips around the
crown and was sucking gently. Nor could my brain. As she opened
her mouth to take me deeper, all protests--verbal and mental--
died unvoiced as I surrendered myself to her touch.
Sensing my need, she didn't even tease me. She began taking my
dick into her throat with long, sure strokes. I gripped the edge
of the counter and concentrated on the sensations she was
creating in my cock. It had been a long time since she'd sucked
me, and I'd forgotten just how good her throat felt.
It wasn't long before I felt the familiar pressure of my orgasm
building up. She sensed it as well and quickened her pace,
caressing me with her strong lips. I felt my balls retract and
gripped the counter fiercely. With a groan, I felt the first
surge of semen coursing through my shaft. She felt it too and
clamped her lips around me, waiting for my come to bathe her
tongue and gush down her throat.
She didn't have to wait long; the first spurt felt like it was
literally ripped from my body. It was so powerful that my vision
went hazy and I was suddenly glad that I was leaning against the
counter. I don't remember the remainder of the spurts because I
was so lost in the sensations washing over me. My head lolled
back as I groaned with the force of my orgasm.
When I finally came to my senses, the first thing I felt was
Susan pulling back. Her lips left my still-hard cock, and over
the pounding in my ears--the pounding of my own pulse--I heard
her swallow and breathe, and then swallow and breathe again.
"Wow," she said quietly, still breathing heavily.
I looked down past my own heaving chest as she took me into her
mouth again. She milked my shaft with her hand, getting the last
of my semen, and then pulled back. Looking up at me, she
swallowed again, grinned wryly, and kissed the tip of my cock.
I watched, mesmerized, as she pulled my shorts and underwear the
rest of the way down my legs. At her gentle urging, I stepped out
of them and let her begin untying my shoes. Soon, she had a small,
neat pile of my clothing on the floor. She kissed my penis again,
causing it to jerk, and then stood up. With one economical motion,
she stripped my t-shirt over my head and I was nude.
"How about sandwiches for lunch?" she asked.
-----
During lunch, the guilt set in. I hated myself for what I'd done,
and worse, for enjoying it. As I thought about Susan sucking me,
my penis twitched again. Then, I thought about having sex with
her. Thinking of sinking into her smooth pussy, the sight of my
cock spreading her open filled my mind's eye and my penis
stiffened again. And a wave of guilt washed over me, only to be
swiftly pushed aside as thoughts of Susan riding me cavorted
through my imagination.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
I opened my eyes and realized that I had a death grip on the edge
of the table. I quickly relaxed, and my white-knuckled fingers
slowly regained color. I shook my head, not trusting myself to
speak, and fervently wished my erection would subside.
She stood gracefully and quickly cleared our lunch dishes. My
sandwich was largely untouched, I'd been so preoccupied with my
thoughts. She extended her hand to me but I resolutely shook my
head, feeling my hard-on pulsing gently with the beating of my
heart. She motioned insistently, and I shook my head again,
refusing to meet her gaze.
"Don't you think it's a little late to be worrying about an
erection?" she chided me gently.
I looked at her and blinked. How could she possibly know? Could
she read me like a book? Was I that transparent?
When I still didn't move, she reached down and took my hand. I
followed her reluctantly as she led me into the living room, my
erection bobbing gently as I walked. She sat me down on the couch
and then took a seat beside me.
"Did you and your mom have a talk?"
I nodded mutely. Then, it hit me! How did Susan know about our
conversation? I looked at her in astonishment. "You knew?"
She simply nodded.
How? Breakfast! She and mom had talked at breakfast. And the look
they shared when we arrived with the groceries. The pieces were
slowly starting to come together.
"Are you surprised?" she asked.
I nodded, still deep in thought.
"Are you angry?"
I looked at her, thinking about the question, running it over in
my mind. Was I? I just didn't know. My brow furrowed in
concentration and then I slowly shook my head. No, I don't think
I was mad; more surprised than anything else.
"Are you feeling a little guilty?"
I nodded glumly. Despite that, my erection still stuck straight
up, refusing to subside.
"Do you love Gina?"
I was shocked, and looked at her in confusion. She pressed the
question and I nodded.
"Do you love her less than you did this morning?"
I quickly shook my head.
"But I gave you a blowjob. Doesn't that make you love her less?"
I shook my head again, almost angrily.
"It doesn't?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," I said, exasperation coloring my tone.
"Really? You don't love her less? You haven't stopped loving her
completely?" she asked skeptically.
"No," I said, finally angry. "I still love her. And I always
will!"
In a flash, Susan was moving. I was so shocked that I could only
watch as she easily straddled my hips. With a deft motion, she
caught my erection and set it at the entrance to her pussy.
Without preamble, she sank onto my length, closing her eyes as
she did so. She was not as wet as she usually was, and she
lowered herself slowly, easing my girth inside her. When I was
seated firmly within her, she opened her eyes and looked at me
seriously.
"How about now?" she asked. "Do you still love her?"
I resisted the urge to push her off me and nodded angrily.
She rose off me and lowered herself again. With my shaft buried
inside her, she was getting wetter. As she moved, I felt my own
arousal growing, despite my reluctance.
"But we're having sex," Susan said matter-of-factly.
"So?"
"So? You can't possibly still be in love with Gina. You can't
fuck me and still be in love with her," she said as she continued
to slide up and down on my cock. Her expression broadcast her
challenge.
"Yes... I... can," I said through tight lips. Her pussy felt so good,
and I was trying so hard not to enjoy it.
"No, you can't," she said, arguing with me.
"Can too." Now, I was mad, and ready to throw her off me, despite
how good it felt. Why was she baiting me? Couldn't she see how
angry I was?
She did see, and she stopped moving atop me. Her face, however,
remained challenging. "I don't think you can. I don't think you
do still love her."
"Susan," I said very slowly, in the voice my father used when he
was very frustrated with me, but trying not to show it, "I do
still love her. I always will."
"But you're fucking me."
"So?" I asked, defiantly. Finally, I snapped. "So I'm fucking
you!" I was practically shouting at Susan, her face only a foot
in front of my own. "I still love her, and nothing's going to
change that!"
As suddenly as she'd challenged me, she stopped, her face
becoming gentle and open. "Exactly," she said softly.
At her sudden change in mood and expression, I furiously thought
back through our conversation, wondering what I'd said to make
her stop taunting me. Then, I understood. I did still love Gina,
despite the fact that Susan was sitting impaled on my dick. I
recoiled as if slapped, and my eyes grew wide.
Susan nodded slowly as she watched me work through the
ramifications of what I'd said.
I looked at her in wonder, my eyes slowly focusing on hers. My
belligerence drained from me like water as I slumped against the
back of the couch.
"Now do you see what we've been talking about?" she asked gently.
I swallowed hard and nodded. "I think so."
"Sex is not love, and love is not sex."
My eyes narrowed and I stared at her suspiciously. Mom had said
the same thing to me earlier.
She laughed musically and covered her mouth with her hand. "Yes,"
she said, as if reading my mind. "Your mom and I talked about it
last night, and again this morning. She loves you very much, you
know?"
"Mom?"
"Mmm hmm. And so do I."
I blinked at her, at a loss for words.
"And we both want you to be happy."
"Well, you have a strange way of showing it," I said, trying to
regain some dignity.
"I don't think so," she said, wiggling her hips for effect. "I
like the way I have of showing it."
I grinned ruefully and she chuckled.
"Would you like to finish this somewhere else?" she asked.
With a start, I realized I was still inside her, still hard. I
suddenly appreciated how much I'd missed being inside her, how
warm and wet she was. I blushed and averted my eyes, nodding
slightly.
"Mmm, me too," she practically purred.
In one smooth motion, she stood, leaving my slick penis to slap
against my stomach. I shuddered as the cool air bathed my
erection. Susan reached down to help me up, and then we walked to
her bedroom, hand in hand.
Once there, she directed me to climb onto the center of the bed.
She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and secured it with a
bow. Grinning impishly, she looked much younger than her actual
years, and my penis swelled in anticipation. She didn't fail to
notice, and grinned wryly.
"Mmm, I want something longer than before lunch," she said,
crawling between my legs.
I scooted toward the headboard and propped myself on her pillows
as she settled between my spread legs.
She wasted little time teasing me and simply wrapped her lips
around the crown of my cock. She took half my length, paused, and
then took me the rest of the way in one motion. I groaned as the
head hit the back of her throat, enjoying myself much more than I
had before lunch.
She tightened her lips around me and pulled back, sucking so hard
her cheeks caved in. I groaned as she reached the head and
swirled her tongue around it. My dick slipped from her mouth and
she steadied it with one hand as she rubbed the smooth skin of
her face against the sensitive glans.
I shuddered at the sensation as she rubbed my saliva-slick shaft
over her face. She kissed her way down to my balls and washed her
tongue over them, sucking each one gently into her mouth. She
quickly returned to the head, however, and kissed it wetly.
Making eye contact with me, she grinned and then slowly took my
length in her mouth. Caressing the length of my shaft with her
supple lips, she began taking long strokes, flicking her tongue
against the soft underside of my glans when she reached it. She
sucked me like that for a long, wonderful time.
I lasted longer than I thought I would, but not as long as I
wanted to. Gripping the bedspread, I felt my orgasm building
toward its peak. I arched my back and pressed my head into the
pillows as the first jet of semen shot up my shaft. She moaned
when the spurt hit the back of her throat, and began to milk me
with her hand.
As my orgasm slowly subsided, she gently stroked my member,
draining me completely. When she was done, she released my
softening cock from her mouth and crawled up the bed. I raised my
head weakly and watched her move, marveling at the sight of her
body as she lay next to me.
She sighed contentedly and tucked herself under my arm, her own
arm thrown over my chest and her leg resting comfortably on my
thigh. We both lay there, panting and enjoying the quiet
companionship of the moment.
-----
We made love a short while later. It was long, and languid, and
very gentle. She wrapped her legs around me as I thrust into her,
locking her ankles together at the small of my back. Her hands
around my shoulders, she looked into my eyes, arching her back
and pressing her pelvis against me. She came harder than I'd ever
felt, shuddering and quaking against me, her pussy gripping me
like a vise. That pushed me over the edge, and I thrust into her
one final time, burying myself to the root, and filled her with
my seed.
Afterward, we held each other. I was still inside her and our
legs were tangled, but it was the best feeling I'd had in a long
time. I leaned down to kiss her, full on the lips, something I'd
never done before. She didn't resist me; instead, she pulled me
to her, darting her tongue into my mouth, her body responding
against me.
I tasted salty sweat on her lips as we kissed, long and deep.
When we broke the kiss, we were both breathless. She grinned at
me and took a deep breath.
"Mmmmm, I've been wanting to do that for a long time," she said
contentedly.
I furrowed my brow in confusion. "Why didn't you?"
"The time wasn't right."
I didn't understand, but I didn't really want to.
We kissed again and then I rolled onto my back, pulling her with
me. Our sweat slowly drying and cooling our skin, we fell asleep
within minutes of each other.
-----
Susan and I made love again later that afternoon. We filled the
tub with steaming hot water and gingerly lowered ourselves into
it. I sat at the back of the tub, my arms along the wide, curled
edge, and she sat between my legs, leaning back against my chest.
The water and bath oil felt decadent, and we soaked contentedly
for a long time.
The tension and frustration of earlier was leeched away by the
warm water and suds as we washed each other tenderly. I couldn't
believe how mad I'd been at her earlier, but I was slowly
beginning to understand the logic of it.
All thoughts of earlier were banished, however, when she began to
playfully stroke my soft penis. I didn't respond as quickly as I
usually did, but soon enough, I had a respectable erection.
I slid down in the tub and Susan turned and slipped her legs over
mine. She lifted herself and slowly came down on my cock, sinking
onto it, and into the water, with a sigh. I played with her slick
nipples as she rode me, running my thumbs over them and making
her shudder. As she increased her pace, I increased the pressure,
and soon she was bouncing atop me as I pulled and twisted her
nipples.
She began rocking her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit
against the base of my shaft, and I knew her orgasm was imminent.
With a low, tearing moan, she came. Her pussy clenched my shaft
and she sat down heavily, burying my manhood deep within her. As
her pussy spasmed around my intruding length, the feeling was
incredible.
When her orgasm subsided, she looked at me through hooded eyes,
smiling tiredly. She leaned back in the tub, holding herself with
her hands on the side, and looked at me, breathing deeply.
"Fuck me. Gently. My clit is still very sensitive."
I pulled back a little and lifted my hips, sliding into her. She
closed her eyes tightly and lolled her head back, breathing in
ragged gasps through her open mouth. I fucked her slowly,
tenderly, sliding into her with measured strokes.
She moaned each time I entered her, and I could tell she was
building to another orgasm. It didn't take me long to reach the
point of no return, and I felt my fourth orgasm of the day
welling up inside me. Her pussy was clenching me as I thrust the
final time, feeling the warmth of my orgasm spreading through my
abdomen. With a rush and a muted groan of my own, I came inside
her.
When my cock erupted, filling her with my seed, she reached her
peak. She shuddered uncontrollably as she came again, her muscles
clutching at my spurting erection. My orgasm quickly subsided,
but hers kept going. Her breathing was shallow and rapid as the
waves of pleasure washed over her.
Her pussy spastically clutched at my shrinking cock, and I was
suddenly afraid that she might pass out. Her pussy finally
relaxed around me and she raised herself on trembling arms,
collapsing against my chest as she drew a ragged, shuddering
breath.
-----
By the time my softening dick finally slipped from her pussy, the
water had turned cold around us. The suds had all died, but
neither of us cared. Susan stood on rubbery legs and grinned at
me. I lifted myself out of the tub after I pulled the stopper
with my toe. With fluffy towels around us, we stepped out of the
draining water and slowly dried off.
As Susan delicately dried her stomach and upper thighs, she
shuddered again and grinned at me ruefully.
"That's the best orgasm I've had in a long, long time," she said.
I nodded in agreement and she grinned again.
"Are you happy with yourself?" she asked with mock severity.
I nodded, feeling insufferably smug, and then she laughed. It was
infectious, and I soon found myself laughing as well.
"We'd better get back to the clubhouse," she said, "before your
mother thinks I've kidnapped you."
-----
Susan asked if she could join us for dinner that night. Mom and
Dad readily agreed, and Susan shared a profound look with Mom.
Mom looked at me and winked, and I almost choked on the Coke I
was drinking. The rest of dinner was mostly normal. Mostly. It
seemed like Mom, Dad, and Susan were having an immense
conversation with only shared looks and gestures. I was dying to
know what they were "talking" about, but kept my questions to
myself.
After dinner, the three of them retired to one of the couches.
Kendall and Drew invited Erin and me to play cards. Erin's
pleading look almost made me burst into laughter, and I teased
her only a little bit before agreeing to join them. They taught
us how to play pinochle, and we were soon lost in the game,
oblivious to the world around us.
I thought of Gina only a few times, but Kendall could usually see
the signs and would change the subject, or tease me gently. I was
slowly gaining a tremendous appreciation for her friendship. She
never let me work myself into a funk and was very, very easy to
talk to.
After several games of pinochle where Kendall and I easily beat
Drew and Erin--Erin wasn't paying a bit of attention to the game,
focusing entirely on getting Drew to pay attention to her--we
decided to sit out on the patio. Drew and Erin stayed inside to
talk, leaving us to ourselves.
On the patio, we talked about everything, from Gina to our plans
after the summer. Kendall had a subtle way of reinforcing the
things that I liked about Gina, while not letting me stray into
maudlin thoughts. And I found that I liked talking to her. She
and I could talk about things that I'd never share with Manfred,
or anyone else for that matter.
After I walked Kendall to her family's Winnebago, I went to our
cabin. Erin was already there, having come up a few minutes
before me. Mom and Dad were still down at the clubhouse with
Susan, so I left the porch light on for them. Erin prattled on
about Drew, and how cute he was. I tried to pay attention, but
she seemed to be mostly talking to herself, expecting little
commentary from me.
For my part, I was thinking of Gina. When Erin finally went to
sleep, after only a few monosyllabic answers from me, I drifted
off as well, happier than I can ever remember being.
-----
Copyright (c) 2002-2006 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved. |
Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
Part: Chapter 24
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mF, mFF, teen, oral, anal
Revision: 2.01
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Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
by Nick Scipio
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
The next day, Dad prepared to leave for another set of trips.
After breakfast, he and Mom went up to the cabin to pack. I
suspected they were doing more than just packing Dad's suitcase,
so I left them alone. I had learned a thing or two in the past
few weeks about people who wanted to be alone.
Erin and I were hanging out with Kendall and Drew when Mom found
us around midmorning. We took our leave, and the three of us
headed up the hill to our cabin. Mom looked suspiciously happy,
and gave me a wink when I arched my eyebrows at her. Erin was
oblivious to the whole exchange as Mom and I shared a grin.
When we got to the cabin, Dad was just buttoning his uniform
shirt. I picked up his heavy Jepps case and Erin grabbed his
suitcase. We lugged the cases around back, to the car, and put
them on the back seat. When Mom and Dad rounded the corner, Erin
gave him a hug and I held out my hand.
"Take care of your mom and sister, Paul," Dad said, shaking my
hand as he hugged Erin.
"I will, Dad."
"I know you will, kiddo. Now, you all run along. Have fun and
behave. I'll be home next Wednesday."
"Bye, Dad," Erin and I chorused.
Erin and I then walked down the hill, chatting amicably. I was
slowly realizing that when Erin wasn't picking on me, and I
wasn't picking on her, she wasn't all that bad to be around. She
was goofy when she was around Drew, but I began to appreciate
that she didn't bother me as much as she used to. I hated to
think that I was actually starting to like Erin, but no other
explanation fit. I supposed I'd get used to it.
-----
I still had residual feelings of guilt for what I felt was a
betrayal of Gina. I was looking forward to seeing Stacy, and I
very much enjoyed my time with Susan, but I suspected that it
would simply take some time before I felt comfortable with the
notion that I could have sex with either of them without feeling
guilty about it afterward.
I think the one thing that helped me immensely was the simple
fact that I knew I did love Gina, that I was _in love_ with her,
and that nothing would ever change that. I loved Susan as well,
and I cared deeply for Stacy, but it wasn't the same as what I
felt for Gina. With Gina, it simply wasn't something that I had
to think about, I just _knew_.
So it was with only a little anxiety that I looked forward to
seeing Stacy when she arrived. On the morning in question, the
Friday after my father left, Susan greeted us as we were
finishing breakfast.
"Hi Beth, Paul, Erin," she said cheerfully.
We all greeted her with some variation of "good morning" and she
pulled out a chair to join us.
Erin was fidgeting--she probably wanted to go see what Drew
Payton was up to--so Mom began stacking our breakfast plates.
"Erin," she said, handing the stack to my sister, "take these up
and put them in the sink. Then you can head out."
Erin took the plates and nodded eagerly. She even smiled at me as
she headed for the kitchen area.
Susan and Mom shared a knowing grin as they watched her.
"I just got off the phone with Stacy," Susan said, returning her
attention to the table. "She said she's picking up her car and
then heading this way. I gave her directions and told her we'd
meet her at the gate at eleven o'clock."
"We?" I asked.
The two of them shared another knowing look and then they both
smiled at me.
"I thought you might like to meet her at the gate with me," Susan
said, feigning innocence.
Laughter twinkled in both their eyes as I blushed.
"You would, wouldn't you?" Susan asked.
I nodded shyly and felt my face heat further.
"Good. Why don't you meet me at the house at ten forty-five."
I nodded again and looked up. They were both grinning
mischievously and I couldn't take it any more.
"Um... May I be excused?"
Mom nodded, her eyes still laughing gently, and I bolted.
-----
I went back to the cabin to fetch my watch and picked up the book
that Kendall had lent me. I had discovered that I actually liked
it. It was a far cry from the Heinlein and Niven that I usually
read, but almost as enjoyable.
After the cabin, I headed down to the lake, hoping to find
Kendall. She was in one of the lounge chairs by the lake, reading,
as usual. I flopped down next to her and she smiled at me. She
noticed the book I carried and arched her eyebrows.
"You like it?" she asked.
I nodded enthusiastically.
"Good."
With that, she returned to her book as I opened my own.
I checked my watch periodically throughout the morning, and
Kendall noticed.
"You have a bus to catch?" she asked with a sidelong glance.
"No," I said, chuckling.
"What then? You've secretly sentenced yourself to two hours of
'community service' so you have to spend time with me? You can't
wait to get away?"
I shook my head again, still chuckling.
"Then _why_ do you keep looking at your watch?"
"I've got to meet Susan. A friend from town is coming to camp,
and we're going to meet them at the gate."
"Them? Or her?"
I blushed furiously. "Her," I said sheepishly. I was rapidly
discovering that trying to hide anything from Kendall had poor
odds of succeeding.
"Ahhhh. A friend from town, eh? A female friend from town.
Hmmmm," she said speculatively.
"It's not like that," I lied.
Kendall gave me a long, searching stare and finally arched an
eyebrow at me.
I blushed deeper.
"Uh-huh. Just as I thought," she said archly.
I looked at her with growing fear as she stared at me
disapprovingly. Then she burst into a grin and I nervously
grinned as well.
"I'm just teasing you, Paul," she said affectionately. "Is she
our age?" she asked, changing the subject, much to my relief.
I shook my head. "She's twenty, about to be twenty-one."
"Ahhhh, so you like older women?"
I blushed again and she smiled at my reaction.
"So," she said lightly, "tell me about this mysterious older
woman."
I looked at her and realized she was serious. She was still
taking an inordinate amount of delight at making me squirm, but I
could tell she was genuinely interested. I got the feeling that
she wouldn't have asked if she weren't. So I told her about Stacy,
in broad details.
"So you helped her out when she had car trouble?" Kendall asked.
I'd decided that keeping up that little bit of fiction was
worthwhile. I nodded.
"That was very nice of you, Paul." She looked at me speculatively
and then nodded. "I'm looking forward to meeting her."
I grinned and looked at my watch again. It was already ten forty-
five; I was going to be late!
Kendall chuckled richly. "Go on. Go. Shoo."
I blushed, and then raced up the hill to meet Susan.
-----
When I got to Susan's house, she was waiting in the courtyard.
She smiled at me and looked at her watch. I hung my head
sheepishly and she smiled wider still. She was wearing her usual
bikini bottoms and a pair of sandals. Her car keys in hand, she
stood and we walked around to the garage.
The drive to the gate was uneventful. She maneuvered the station
wagon so we could back up to the gate--a tricky task, given the
narrowness of the sandy road--and turned off the engine. She got
out of the car and motioned for me to follow her around behind it.
Once there, she opened the tailgate and sat on it. I quickly
joined her and we chatted as we waited.
We'd only been sitting there for fifteen minutes or so when we
saw a car approaching. As it approached, we saw that it was
Stacy's Nova. She pulled up to the gate and stopped right as I
jumped down to unlock the chain.
"You take care of her," Susan said, "while I move the car."
I nodded and bent to unlock the lock.
"As a matter of fact," Susan said as she shut the tailgate. "Why
don't you just ride back with Stacy. Tell her to just follow me."
"Okay."
I let the chain fall as Susan pulled forward. Stacy put her car
in gear and drove over the chain. When I had it securely locked
again, I trotted around to the passenger side of the Nova. Stacy
grinned as I got in, giving me an appraising look, and followed
Susan as she drove off.
"Wow," she said. "It's kinda weird seeing you two just sitting
there, like that."
"You get used to it."
"I guess. I mean, I'm kinda scared and excited all at once. Good
scared, though."
We shared a smile and drove the rest of the way in silence.
-----
At Susan's house, I helped Stacy take her things inside. She had
only brought a duffel bag and a big straw bag.
"Take her things into Kirk's room," Susan said.
I nodded and led Stacy into the courtyard. Kirk's room was to the
right of the hall bathroom and served as Susan's impromptu guest
bedroom. Kirk's posters of jet fighters and the obligatory Farrah
Fawcett poster were still on the walls, and there were models
hanging from the ceiling, but the room was neat and had fresh
linens. Stacy seemed happy.
I felt Susan come up behind me and turned. She smiled and offered
to give Stacy a quick tour of the house. Not knowing what else to
do, I tagged along. Afterward, we returned to the living room.
Susan slid her bikini bottoms over her hips and tossed them aside.
Then she sat on the couch and beckoned us to join her, which we
did.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Susan asked.
Stacy took a deep breath and nodded tentatively.
I could tell she was still nervous, and so could Susan.
"Why don't you just get comfortable with us, and then we'll
venture outside when you're ready. Okay?"
Stacy smiled shyly and nodded.
"I told your mom you'd probably have lunch with me," Susan said,
leaning past Stacy to look at me. "So we don't have anywhere to
go for the next few hours."
Stacy nodded again and suddenly stood. "Well," she said boldly,
"here goes nothing." With that, she pulled her sundress over her
head. She was only wearing panties, and her nipples stiffened in
the cool air. She blushed and knelt to unbuckle her sandals. As
she stood, she kicked them off and hooked her thumbs in her
panties, sliding them over her slim hips.
As she tossed her clothes on top of Susan's discarded bikini
bottoms, she pirouetted for us. I hadn't realized how much I'd
missed her lithe, firm body. Her pubic hair was still nicely
trimmed into a small patch above her slit, and as she stood in
front of us, I simply admired her body.
"Very nice," Susan said appreciatively.
I nodded my agreement enthusiastically.
Stacy blushed and quickly rejoined us on the couch.
"Oh," she said, suddenly jumping up and looking at me. "I almost
forgot. I've got a surprise for you." She ran to Kirk's room and
quickly returned with her duffel bag. "You're gonna like this,"
she said, grinning mischievously.
She sat down in front of us, cross-legged, with the bag in her
lap. She unzipped it with great ceremony, and pulled a Polaroid
camera from within. Being a little overweight, I'd always been
camera-shy, and I felt my heart race as she looked at me and
waggled her eyebrows.
Then she looked at Susan. "Is it okay that I brought a camera?"
she asked earnestly.
"Well, you don't see many cameras at nudist camps, for some
fairly obvious reasons. But I think it'll be okay if you leave it
at the house and only take pictures around here." Susan paused
and looked at the younger woman. "What _were_ you planning on
taking pictures of?"
Stacy blushed and averted her gaze. My heart raced as the silence
drew out. I had a sneaking suspicion I knew what she wanted
pictures of.
"I thought, maybe... um... you could... well, I could get some pictures
of Paul, and maybe me and Paul...um... you know... together."
Susan laughed musically and Stacy looked up in shock. I stared at
the two women in ever-growing horror.
"I think that would be fun," Susan said.
I felt like I was going to hyperventilate and my pulse was like a
trip-hammer in my ears.
Susan quickly got serious, however. "I think that would be fun,
if it's okay with Paul, that is. Are the pictures just for you?"
Susan asked critically.
Stacy quickly nodded.
"You'll keep them private?"
Another nod.
Susan looked slyly at me out of the corner of her eye. "So what
do you want them for?" she asked Stacy.
Stacy blushed again. Susan let the silence draw out. When Stacy
realized that Susan wasn't going to let her off the hook, she
tentatively said, "I wanted to look at them, after Paul goes home
for the summer."
"And?"
"Maybe... play with myself while I looked at them."
I could see Susan grinning out of the corner of my eye. Could
they be serious? How could they sit--so calmly--and talk about
this? How?
"What do you think, Paul?" Susan finally asked, turning to me.
I licked my lips and swallowed hard. I was still very
uncomfortable with my body, even more so at the thought of having
my picture taken, and I was very nervous. Even with all that had
happened to me in the past month, it was still only a month, and
I'd been avoiding cameras for a long time. I didn't even like to
pose for school pictures, because I thought they always made me
look pudgy. So the idea of letting Stacy take pictures of me, of
us, without clothes, evoked a visceral reaction.
"Please, Paul," Stacy pleaded.
I swallowed again and looked at her. My mouth was dry and my
hands were suddenly cold, and I didn't know what to do. I didn't
want to disappoint her, but I was really nervous about the
Polaroid.
Susan put her hand on my leg comfortingly. "Relax, Paul. It's not
something you have to decide right now." She scooted closer and I
felt the heat of her body washing over me.
She put one arm over my shoulder, pressing her delicious breast
against my arm, and reached into my lap with her right hand. Her
hand on my penis was warm, and soft, and insistent. Compared to
being tense over the thought of the Polaroid, I welcomed the
distraction she was presenting, guilt or no.
I quickly hardened under her gentle touch, and she began stroking
me with a firm grip. Stacy quickly set aside her duffel bag and
because she was sitting cross-legged, I got a good look at her
spread pussy. She followed my gaze and blushed when she realized
how she was sitting.
Stacy quickly joined us on the couch, snuggling under my left arm
and pressing her beautiful, firm breasts into my side. With her
hand on my chin, she turned my head toward her. She tilted her
head to the side and parted her lips slightly. Wasting no time, I
leaned forward to kiss her, savoring her warm lips and sweet
breath. She pressed against me eagerly and I felt Susan slide
from the couch.
In a moment, she moved between my legs and wrapped her lips
around my swollen shaft. The warm wetness of her mouth surrounded
my glans as Stacy broke our kiss. We were both breathless and
wearing goofy smiles.
"God, when you were in the store the other day, I wanted to do
that so bad" Stacy said.
I drew another deep breath and moved toward her again. She
crushed her lips against mine and our tongues darted together as
Susan begin to lick the length of my shaft. My left arm around
Stacy, I pulled her tight, pressing her pliant flesh into my side.
I could feel her trembling desire as she kissed me, and my cock
swelled in response. Susan made a delighted sound and took me as
deep as she could. I groaned, still locked in a kiss with Stacy,
and she pulled back, laughing gently.
I looked at her sheepishly and then we both looked down at Susan,
who was intent on my cock. Susan idly brushed her hair out of her
eyes, tucking it behind her ear, and gave us an excellent view as
she once again wrapped her lips around the base of my shaft.
"I wish I could do that," Stacy whispered in my ear.
"Mmmmm, I like it when you do this," I said, bringing my lips to
hers again.
She moaned against me and I felt her breath against my cheek. I
couldn't decide whether I wanted to concentrate on the feelings
Susan was creating in my dick, or the supple firmness of Stacy's
lips. Susan was happily bobbing up and down, so I put my hand
atop her head and returned my attention to Stacy.
Both of us breathing heavily, she broke the kiss and pulled back.
Her eyes dreamy, she ran her hand down my cheek, gazing at me
intently. Her eyes danced as she slowly studied my face. Suddenly,
she rose on her knees and pressed my face against her breasts. I
inhaled her puffy pink nipple and lavished attention on it with
my tongue.
In my lap, Susan had slowed her pace and was leisurely taking me
into her throat. Every few strokes, she would take me completely
out of her mouth and nip down the sensitive underside ridge,
sending tingling waves of pleasure through my groin.
I switched my attentions to Stacy's other breast, causing her to
shudder and clutch my head tightly. As I licked, sucked, and
gently nibbled her pink nipples, she ran her fingers through my
hair, mewling quietly.
For a moment, my lips and tongue on automatic, I paid attention
to what Susan was doing. She had her lips locked around my shaft
just below the ridge of my glans and her tongue was swirling
around it, flicking against the sensitive underside. Her hand
wrapped around the base of my shaft, she was slowly squeezing,
causing my crown to expand in her mouth and sending delicious
jolts of ecstasy to my overloaded brain.
Susan sucked on the head, causing it to swell further, and darted
her tongue in the slit at the tip. I moaned around Stacy's nipple
as I felt my orgasm building. Susan sensed it as well and began
jacking me with her fist, redoubling her efforts with her tongue.
With my left hand, I clutched Stacy's firm ass and rolled my head
onto the back of the couch. Stacy lowered her head and began
kissing the sweet spot behind my ear, her lips butterfly-light
against my sensitive skin. She impishly breathed against me as
she teased my neck and earlobe, overloading my senses with
stimulation.
I began to buck my hips against Susan, trying to force more of my
cock in her mouth. She quickened her pace, refusing to let me
shove more of myself in her mouth, and I soon felt the first
tingles of my orgasm.
With a rush, I erupted. The first spurt felt like a monster, and
Susan let out a startled, but pleased, cry. Stacy nipped
playfully at the line of my jaw, and then stuck her tongue in my
ear. Another, more powerful, spurt shot from my dick like a
geyser, taking Susan by surprise again. I squeezed my eyes shut
so tight that I saw spots and moaned incoherently as my orgasm
finally overloaded my battered senses.
By the time the spurts slowed to a few gushes, Stacy was nuzzling
my neck, her hands around my shoulders, holding me close. Susan
milked the last of my sperm from my shaft and sat back,
swallowing audibly.
Stacy tucked her chin against her chest and I felt her soft curls
brush my neck and jaw. She and Susan shared a meaningful look,
grinning from ear to ear. Susan's eyes smoldered as she looked
from Stacy to me, and I felt Stacy tremble with desire.
My hand still on Stacy's ass, I reached around and felt for her
pussy. She was drenched, and I easily slipped two fingers between
the folds of her engorged labia. Susan looked back to Stacy and
raised her eyebrows invitingly. In a flash, Stacy was out from
under my arm.
I pulled my feet back and watched, enraptured, as Stacy lay on
the floor and Susan turned to face her. Stacy, on her back,
wormed her way between Susan's legs, grasping the older woman's
buttocks in her hands. With a strangled moan, Susan shuddered as
Stacy raised her head and began to lick.
Susan moaned again and collapsed forward, burying her head
between Stacy's legs. Despite the fact that I'd come only a
minute before, I felt my penis twitch at the erotic scene
unfolding before me.
Susan put her elbows on the floor and reached around Stacy's ass
to spread her pussy. Then, without hesitation, Susan began to
lick Stacy's smooth labia, darting her tongue into the pink folds
revealed by her fingers.
Each woman concentrated on the other, licking and sucking and
moaning in ecstasy. I began to stroke myself back to erection.
I'd seen Stacy lick Susan before, and I knew she'd enjoyed it.
But I'd never had an inkling that Susan might be interested in
returning the favor. It was insanely arousing watching the two of
them pleasure each other, and my penis soon responded to my touch.
To the accompaniment of feminine moans and whimpers, I gently
stroked my shaft, mesmerized by the sight of their soft flesh
pressed together. I watched them for at least ten minutes,
staring in wonder as each concentrated on the pussy of the other.
Finally, Stacy began shaking her head side to side, dragging her
tongue across Susan's clit. Susan, overcome by the sensations,
lifted her head from between Stacy's legs.
She closed her eyes and panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps,
lost in the pleasure Stacy was giving her. Stacy had her arms
fully wrapped around Susan's hips, holding her pussy open. She
had her face buried between Susan's smooth-shaven labia, her lips
working side to side, her unseen tongue undoubtedly roaming over
Susan's clit.
Totally lost in the sensations of pleasure, Susan threw her head
back and began to moan. I easily recognized the signs of her
impending orgasm, and watched as Stacy pushed her over the edge.
Susan braced herself with her hands on her thighs and let her
head loll forward, her hair a curtain hiding her face from my
view.
Her hips began shuddering as the first throes of her orgasm
washed over her. Her hands clutched her thighs, digging into her
flesh as her moaning rose in pitch. Stacy kept her tongue moving
over Susan's pussy, remorselessly driving her higher. Susan's
body trembled all over as her orgasm peaked, and then she slumped
forward.
Stacy never abated her pace, however, and Susan was soon rolling
her head side to side. Throwing her hair over her head, she
suddenly sat up and looked at me, her eyes flaring with lust. Her
gaze fixed on my erection and she beckoned me over. Without a
second's hesitation, I rose from the couch and moved toward her.
Susan directed me to kneel between Stacy's spread thighs, which I
eagerly did.
"Fuck... oooooooooh... Fuck... ahhhhh... Fuck her, Paul," she said,
panting.
I grinned in wry amusement as Susan shuddered in pleasure,
working toward her second orgasm. I quickly looked down at
Stacy's slick pussy and rubbed the engorged head of my cock
against her shiny, moisture-slick lips. Stacy moaned when I
pushed just the head inside her, and Susan moaned in response,
shutting her eyes tightly and beginning to quiver.
Watching Stacy from this angle, her chin and lower lip pressed
firmly against Susan's mons, my cock swelled in anticipation. I
put my hands on Stacy's inner thighs, spreading her further, and
started slowly shoving myself inside her. Watching Stacy lick
Susan while I slid into her steaming pussy was one of the most
erotic sights I'd ever seen. In spite of that, I closed my eyes
in ecstasy as I slid forward; she was well-lubricated and very,
very hot.
I scooted my hips forward and seated myself firmly within her
depths, wiggling my hips side to side and causing her to moan
again. Susan's eyes were filled with lust as she watched me begin
to thrust in and out of Stacy's body.
As when I fucked Susan, I was tremendously aroused by the sight
of Stacy's hairless labia sucking at my cock when I pulled it
from her body. Her inner lips gripped my shaft snugly, caressing
my length with their velvety touch. I didn't want to come too
soon, and settled into a comfortable rhythm, simply enjoying the
sensations generated by her grasping sheath.
Susan had closed her eyes tight again, building toward her second
orgasm, her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat despite the air
conditioning. I continued to gently thrust myself into Stacy's
well-lubricated and gripping pussy, my hands on her thighs, my
hips rocking back and forth.
Susan began moaning as her pleasure built further, rotating her
hips as she sat on Stacy's face. Susan's face and chest were
deeply flushed and the set of her expression broadcast that she
was once again close to orgasm.
I scooted my hips forward some more, supporting Stacy's thighs on
my own, and moved my hands to Susan's nipples. I rolled each one
of them between my thumb and forefinger, pulling gently, and
Susan began to shudder and gasp. Her second orgasm hit her so
hard that she leaned into my hands and I was suddenly cupping her
breasts and supporting her chest.
Her moaning rose to a wail as she came, her mouth open in ecstasy.
She closed her lips and began breathing heavily through her nose,
her nostrils flaring wide. I had buried myself to the root in
Stacy's pussy as Susan began to come, and as soon as Susan's
orgasm subsided, Stacy lowered her mouth from the older woman's
pussy. Her chin and cheeks glistened with Susan's juices and her
chest was heaving as well, the swell of her breasts rising and
falling with her breathing.
"Fuck me in the ass," Stacy demanded in a husky voice.
I looked down in momentary confusion, and then I looked back up
at Stacy. Stacy, however, had returned her lips to Susan's pussy
and was once again running her tongue along the length of the
slit above her. If Stacy wasn't going to roll over on her hands
and knees--the position we'd always used before--then I decided
I'd figure things out on my own.
I settled my buttocks onto my heels, withdrawing my shiny cock
from within her and studied my options. Finally, I simply pulled
her thighs together and rolled her hips toward Susan. With one
hand on the backs of her knees and the other gripping the base of
my cock, I aimed at the rosebud of her ass.
As I was fucking her, juices from her pussy had run down the
crack of her ass, and she was already well-lubricated. She
shuddered when I set the tip of my cock against her pucker and
probed gently. She relaxed and I shoved the crown inside her anus,
accompanied by her shudder of anticipation.
I slowly eased my length inside her body, one inch at a time.
With her thighs together, only her red and swollen labia peeked
out at me; it was an incredibly erotic sight. As my pubic hair
crushed against the cheeks of her ass, I let her legs fall apart,
which caused her pussy to spread before me. Not wanting to miss
the golden opportunity presented to me, I dropped my hand to her
abdomen and began caressing her clit with my thumb.
Her hips heaved against me, trying to press her clit against my
thumb more firmly, and I began to thrust within the tight
confines of her ass. I was spellbound as I watched her gripping
asshole suck at my cock each time it retreated, and then pucker
as I thrust back into her. Her stomach began to ripple with
contractions as the combined effects of my cock in her ass and my
thumb on her clit reached her brain.
At the same time, Susan's third orgasm was rapidly approaching. I
could tell by her ragged breathing that she was close. I
concentrated on Stacy, still mesmerized by the sights and
sensations at the junction of our bodies. With a low moan and a
whoosh of air, Susan came again.
I lifted my head to watch her as another orgasm washed over her.
Her thighs were dimpled white where her hands clutched them like
talons, holding on for dear life. Her low moan drew out and she
began to tremble. Then, like lightning striking, she shrieked,
quick and piercing. Both hands clutched at her hypersensitive
pussy and she literally crumpled to the floor beside us.
Stacy looked up at me with wild eyes, her face covered in Susan's
fluids. She gripped her legs behind her knees and held them to
her chest.
"Oh, God," she said as her eyes rolled back. "Fuck me. Hard and
fast. Fuck poor little Stacy's ass. Fuck it goooooooooooooood!"
I pulled back, steadied myself with one hand on her inner thigh,
and began to slam into her. I thrust into her with long, powerful
strokes, burying my shining cock in her ass and making her moan
each time my hips slammed into her cheeks. My thumb was a mad
blur on her clit and she quickly reached the point of no return.
Her face, neck, and chest turned a deep red and she stiffened,
the tendons in her neck standing out in sharp relief. Her ass
spasmed against me as her trim stomach rippled with muscular
contractions. She held her breath, her face a mask of pleasure
and taut concentration.
My finger buzzed against the hard berry of her clit, now fully
exposed, and she began to tremble. I kept slamming into her with
bruising force, burying my dick in her ass, and her clit suddenly
disappeared within the folds of its protective hood. With a rush
of expelled breath, Stacy exploded, shrieking as the force of her
orgasm assaulted her.
My thumb was suddenly awash in her juices and I felt my own
orgasm welling up. Her ass contracted around me, gripping my
shaft like a vise as Stacy's muscles spasmed with her orgasm. I
buried my dick inside her with a final, savage thrust and felt
the first jet of my semen begin to fill her bowels.
Just as Stacy's shriek died, mine began; I emptied myself into
her, my back arched as I felt myself sucked inside her. I closed
my eyes and felt every muscle in my body tense as spurt after
spurt of my sperm shot into her. I rode the waves of our shared
release, her ass spasming around my spurting cock, both of us
locked in the throes of powerful orgasms.
When I finally regained my senses, I was panting, my mouth dry
from sucking air through it. I felt sweat running down my temples,
down my back, and I slumped forward, completely spent. When I
opened my eyes, Stacy's chest was heaving as well. Her eyes were
closed tight and she was still shuddering with aftershocks.
I closed my mouth, running my tongue over its dried tissues, then
licked my parched lips. I breathed heavily through my nose,
feeling my nostrils flare with each indrawn breath. My shoulders
and arms began to tremble as I slowly became aware of the world
around me.
Sometime during our orgasms, Stacy had released her legs and they
were now splayed limply to either side of my hips. Susan was
still in a crumpled heap to my left, also breathing heavily. I
placed my hands on Stacy's sweat-slick flanks and ran them up,
feeling the smooth ridges of her ribs under my palms before I
encountered the gentle swells of her breasts. She started at the
touch and her ass spasmed around me, milking my cock for the last
of my seed.
Stacy opened her eyes slowly. They were glassy and unfocused and
I grinned wryly to myself. She swallowed a few times, and then
finally focused on me. She closed her eyes again and her lips
shaped a perfect pink "O" as she experienced another aftershock.
Her hips jerked as the pleasurable sensation washed over her and
I smiled to myself.
A devilish expression on my face, I stroked her hypersensitive
clit with my thumb. She jumped as if she'd been shocked and her
eyes flew open. When she saw my expression, she playfully glared
at me. I dipped my thumb again, and her glare was quickly
replaced by a look of shocked ecstasy, accompanied by a jerk of
her hips. She swallowed hard and placed her hand on my own,
stilling my tormenting thumb. When she opened her eyes again, I
smiled down at her.
I looked at Susan, who had managed to collect herself and was
lying on her side, propped on one elbow, her eyes glittering with
suppressed laughter.
"You are terrible," she said.
I gave her my best "who, me?" look and stroked my thumb over
Stacy's hooded clit again. Stacy jerked against me and grabbed my
wrist, trying to pull my hand away. I was too strong for her and
she finally gave up. As soon as her hand left my wrist, I pulled
the threatening thumb away from her sensitive clit and she smiled
at me.
Susan, who had watched the entire struggle, laughed and shook her
head. I grinned in reply and Stacy craned her neck around to see
what I was laughing at. She and Susan shared a knowing look and
then they both looked at me, playfully scolding me with their
eyes. I shrugged as innocently as I could, which was pretty
unconvincing, and we all laughed.
Still chuckling, I scooted back and slowly withdrew my half-hard
penis from Stacy's ass, letting her hips gently fall to the
carpet. She lifted one leg over me and scooted back, sitting up
as she did so. I fell to the side, moderately exhausted, and
stretched my legs out to the side, pulling the muscles taut to
get the blood flowing again.
"Welcome to camp," Susan said cheerfully. "Let's get some lunch,
I'm starving!"
-----
During lunch, we chatted about the camp and the people. Susan
told Stacy a little about the history of the camp and how she
came to live there full time, leaving out only a few personal
details. When we were done, Susan suggested we all shower to wash
off the smell of sex that clung to us.
"Who wants to go first?" I asked.
Susan grinned mischievously at me. Stacy looked from Susan to me
and back again, uncertain what was going on. Truth be told, I was
too. Then, I Got It.
"Oh," I said, blushing.
Susan nodded indulgently.
"I don't get it," Stacy said, still confused.
My blush deepened as Susan licked her lips and winked at me,
grinning insouciantly. Finally, her expression turned a little
less wry and she looked at Stacy.
"I've got a large shower in my bathroom," she said by way of
explanation. "Big enough for all sorts of fun."
"Mmmmm," Stacy practically purred. "Sounds cool."
The two women stood and looked at me expectantly. Grinning like
the cat that ate the canary, I stood as well, and we all headed
for Susan's bathroom.
Once there, Susan fetched another large, fluffy towel from the
linen closet and hung it on the rod with the other two. Without
any discussion, Susan stepped into the shower and adjusted the
water. When she had it at a comfortable temperature, she beckoned
to us. Stacy wrapped her fingers around my limp penis and pulled
me after her, a smile on her face.
Susan pushed me down onto the bench seat and picked up a
washcloth. Then she and Stacy proceeded to wash each other. Their
bodies were so different, and the sight of them, covered in a
shiny film of soap, was more than enough to give me the
beginnings of an erection. They cleaned each other thoroughly,
putting on a show for me, making me harder and harder.
When they had each rinsed off, Susan extended her hand to me. I
took it and she tugged, pulling me under the needle-spray of the
shower. Susan washed my hair, her strong fingers massaging my
scalp. I closed my eyes in pleasure and let the water sluice over
me. Stacy lathered her washcloth and began at my shoulders. She
washed every part of me, paying special attention to my rigid
penis and dangling balls.
Susan had me rinse as Stacy finally moved lower and began washing
my thighs and lower legs. When they had me clean, I expected
Susan to turn off the water. Instead, she moved around in front
of me and sank to her knees next to Stacy. Susan wrapped her hand
around the base of my shaft, and using the other, slowly pushed
Stacy's head forward.
Stacy eagerly complied, and soon had her lips wrapped around my
straining erection. They sucked me like that for a long time,
taking turns and drawing out our mutual pleasure. Susan would
take me deep while Stacy turned her head and sucked on my balls.
Then Susan would pull back and Stacy would lick up and down my
shaft, taking half of me in her mouth before wrapping her hand
around my girth and stroking me.
By the time the water had turned tepid, I was worked into a
frenzy. Every time I felt my come boiling up, Susan would
expertly squeeze the base of my cock, stopping the flow. Then
they would return to sucking me, teasing me, two mouths and two
beautiful women kneeling at my feet. I was in heaven.
Finally, I could hold back no longer, and even if Susan attempted
to stem the flow, I knew the buildup of pressure would surely
overcome her best efforts. My hips were jerking and thrusting,
trying to force more of myself down Susan's throat, even though
her lips were already wrapped around the base of my shaft. She
felt my rising come and pulled back, letting me slip from her
mouth entirely.
She took Stacy's hand and wrapped it around the base of my dick,
then put her own over it. The two of them together stroked me,
Stacy's warm fingers next to my soft flesh, Susan guiding her
movements. Susan placed the tip of my cock against her lower lip
just as the first jet of semen shot from deep in my balls. She
started as it struck the back of her throat, but neither of them
let up. Stacy watched, fascinated, as white ropes of come
connected my swollen cock to Susan's tongue.
When my spurts dwindled to gushes, and then to dribbles, Susan
looked up at me. A white pool of my semen rested on her tongue
and her eyes smiled at me. She closed her mouth over the very tip
of my penis and sucked out the last few drops. She swallowed
twice before opening her mouth again and showing me only her
teeth and tongue. Once she made sure there were no telltale
remainders of my come, she aimed my slowly deflating penis at
Stacy.
Stacy took me in her mouth and slowly sucked as I shrank, nursing
my cock with her soft, warm mouth. Susan stood and plastered
herself against me, one hand around my back, holding me close,
the other on the back of Stacy's head, directing her motions.
Susan's head tilted back and my lips crushed into hers of their
own accord. I couldn't taste myself on her lips, but it excited
me to know that only a moment before, her mouth had been filled
with my seed. She kissed me fiercely, sucking the breath from my
lungs, her hard nipples digging into my skin.
When she pulled back, the water had gone fully cold, and she
grinned insatiably. Still directing Stacy's motions on my half-
hard penis, she reached behind us to shut off the chilly flow of
water. Stacy seemed determined to try to bring my dick back to
life, but so soon after such a powerful orgasm, I was soft and
going to remain that way. Reluctantly, she stood and insinuated
herself under my right arm. I hugged both of them to me, reveling
in the feeling of their water-slick flesh next to mine.
We dried off in companionable silence, sharing a closeness that
I'd never before experienced. I liked it very much, and once
again marveled at my incredible good fortune. After we were dry,
and our hair combed, Stacy donned her bikini bottoms; for modesty
as well as a lingering shyness. Susan told us she had some work
to do around the house, so Stacy and I picked up our towels and
sun screen, and headed toward the kitchen door and the lake
beyond.
-----
"Are you going to introduce me to Gina?" Stacy asked as we walked
down the hill.
"Gina's family left Sunday," I said sadly, trying to keep my
voice uninflected.
Stacy stopped and looked at me. "That's too bad," she said, with
genuine feeling. "I was really looking forward to meeting her."
I didn't know what to say. I felt a pang of guilt at what we'd
just done, but it passed as Stacy turned and started down the
hill again and I was forced to keep up with her.
When we got to the lake, Kendall was stretched out on her stomach,
reading a book. Mom was lying out on one of our loungers and Erin
and Drew were on the raft, sitting up and talking earnestly.
"Mom?"
At the sound of my voice, she sat up and blinked in the bright
afternoon sunlight.
"Mom, you remember Stacy. Stacy, you remember my mom, Beth."
Mom extended her hand and Stacy took it. "Nice to see you again,
Beth."
"And it's nice to see you," Mom said lightly. "I'm glad to see
you made it."
My heart almost stopped as Mom gave Stacy a look of frank
admiration. Stacy noticed as well, and her eyes flared as she
recognized the look. Of course I thought Stacy's body was
beautiful, but it had never occurred to me that Mom might too.
"I think I need to cool off," Mom said with a devilish smile.
"I'm glad you decided to join us, Stacy." With that, she turned
and headed for the lake.
"Your mom seems pretty cool," Stacy said as Mom walked out of
earshot toward the stairs leading into the cold water.
"I guess."
While I had been reacquainting Stacy and my mom, Kendall had been
pretending to read her book. Now that I knew what she was doing,
it was easy to see that she was only using the book as a cover to
watch us. She caught me looking at her and grinned sheepishly.
"C'mon," I said to Stacy, "I want to introduce you to someone."
-----
Stacy, Kendall, and I lounged around the lake for the better part
of the afternoon. We went for a swim about four o'clock--to cool
off--but for the most part, we lounged and chatted. Stacy and
Kendall, after a few false starts and awkward moments, seemed to
get along fine.
Stacy was dying to know about Gina, and Kendall was more than
happy to talk with the older girl. Listening to Kendall talk
about Gina, I felt a stab of guilt that only a few hours before,
I'd been in the shower watching Susan and Stacy take turns
fellating me.
I was secretly worried that Stacy might say something about the
two of us, and spent the whole afternoon on pins and needles as
she and Kendall talked. A few wry glances in my direction from
Stacy served to set me on edge, but I quickly realized that she
was only teasing me. Observant as ever, Kendall caught most of
them, and I was positive that she quickly figured out what was
going on. _Oh well_, I thought to myself, there was really
nothing I could do about it.
Toward late afternoon, Susan came down to the lake, once again
clad in her bikini bottoms, and went for a swim. She and Mom
talked quietly a few feet away from us, and then stood.
"Paul?"
I looked up at the sound of Mom's voice. "Yes?"
"Would you mind if Susan and Stacy joined us for dinner tonight?"
I looked at Stacy and she grinned in reply. I turned back to Mom
and shook my head.
"Good. Susan and I are going to head up to the clubhouse and get
started. Why don't you give Stacy a tour of the camp, and by the
time you're done, dinner should be ready."
Mom and Susan picked up their towels and headed up the hill.
Stacy and I stayed for a little while, talking to Kendall. The
two of them seemed to have a lot to talk about, and I realized
that Kendall was a good listener as well as keenly observant.
Even with as much time as Stacy and I had spent together, I
realized that we had very little in common. I think Stacy
realized that as well, and was thankful for Kendall's presence.
The two of them were having an animated conversation when Drew
and Erin approached us from the direction of the clubhouse.
"Hey, Kendall," he said, interrupting her in mid-sentence. "Dad
said to come up for dinner in ten minutes."
She ignored him and finished what she was saying. Only when she
was done did she acknowledge that he'd said anything. "Okay, I'll
be up in ten minutes."
We could all feel the tension in the air between them. Erin
smiled apologetically at me and I shrugged. Then, Drew turned to
head back up the hill. Erin turned to follow him and Kendall
grimaced.
"He's trying to show off for your sister," she said to me.
I nodded soberly.
Then she looked at me seriously. "Were you that obnoxious when
you were fourteen?"
"Probably," I admitted frankly. "And maybe I still am sometimes."
"No, you're not obnoxious at all," Kendall said sweetly.
Stacy, between us, listened quietly, her head turning from side
to side as each of us spoke.
I blushed, at a loss for words.
"You're a pretty good guy," Kendall said softly. The silence
stretched uncomfortably between us, and then she smiled wistfully.
"Well, I'd better get up to dinner. You two wanna meet back here
before sunset, maybe we can take an evening swim?"
Stacy looked at me and I nodded. "Yeah. That'd be cool," I said.
"We'll meet you here in a couple of hours."
With that, she gathered up her towel and book, and headed up the
hill without a backward glance.
When she was out of earshot, Stacy turned to me. "Have you two...?"
She made a vague gesture with her hands. When I looked at her
blankly, she smirked. "Are you and Kendall screwing?"
"What makes you ask that?" I asked, completely abashed. I could
feel the blush creeping up my neck to my cheeks.
"So you're not?"
I swallowed hard and shook my head.
"She likes you, you know."
My eyes widened in shock and my mouth went dry. "What?" I asked,
my voice breaking.
"She likes you."
"How?"
Stacy shrugged. "I dunno how I can tell. But trust me, she likes
you."
I knew for sure that Stacy was mistaken. She had to be. Girls
like Kendall Payton didn't like guys like me. That just wasn't
the way the universe worked. I shook my head emphatically.
"Believe what you want," Stacy said cryptically. "You'll see."
-----
I gave Stacy the nickel tour of the camp. Most everyone had
headed to the clubhouse or their respective houses for dinner. As
I showed her around, I thought about what she had told me after
Kendall had left.
I searched through all the conversations with Kendall that I
could remember. She hadn't given one hint that she liked me, and
with a mental sigh of relief, I finally decided that Stacy must
be wrong. At least I hoped she was wrong. I didn't know what I
would do if she were right.
-----
Dinner that night was actually a lot of fun. I was completely
outnumbered at the table, the only man among four women, and I
was frequently the butt of gentle teasing. In spite of that, I
enjoyed myself immensely. The conversation was lively and far
ranging.
After Mom and Susan cleared the dishes, Erin headed out to meet
Drew. Susan invited us to her house to share a bottle of wine.
"Only one bottle?" Mom asked with a note of gentle skepticism in
her voice.
Susan blushed and nodded. "I promise."
"You know what happened last time we had more than one bottle,"
Mom said with an impish smile.
"I know, I know. One bottle. I swear."
When we were walking to Susan's house, Stacy leaned over and
whispered in my ear, "What happened last time they had more than
one bottle?"
"It's a long story," I said cryptically, hoping she'd let it go
at that.
By the look on her face, I knew she wanted to pursue the issue,
but thankfully, she let it drop.
Once at her house, Susan took a bottle of wine from the
refrigerator and four wineglasses from the cupboard. We moved
into the living room where Mom and Susan sat on the couch and
Stacy and I sat on the floor in front of them. Susan deftly
opened the wine bottle and poured for all of us, nearly
exhausting the bottle in the process.
By the time I'd finished most of my glass, I was feeling
comfortably warm, and was barely listening to the conversation
going on around me. Stacy looked out the kitchen door at the
fading sunlight and nudged me quietly. With a toss of her chin,
she directed my gaze out the door as well. I nodded silently to
her and we both set our nearly finished glasses on the floor.
"We were gonna meet Kendall at the lake before sunset," I said to
Mom. "Is that okay?"
She looked at me and arched an eyebrow. I blushed, but kept my
features as neutral as I could.
"Sure," she said after a moment.
Stacy and I grinned at each other and quickly rose, picking up
our wineglasses as we did. With guilty grins, we both drained
them and then headed for the kitchen. The glasses safely in the
sink, we headed out the door, bound for the lake.
-----
When Stacy and I got there, it was deserted, so we decided to
wait for Kendall on the raft. The sun had dipped below the far
ridge, dropping the basin into shadow, but there was still enough
light in the sky to see the raft drifting lazily in the current.
Stacy didn't want to get her hair wet by diving in, so we simply
walked down the stairs into the bracing water and swam out.
We hauled ourselves up onto the still-warm canvas and grinned at
each other. In the dying light, I enjoyed looking at Stacy's
sleek body, her nipples plump and hard after our quick swim. When
she saw the direction of my gaze, she smiled and looked pointedly
at my shrunken penis. I blushed and we shared a conspiratorial
grin.
The wine I'd drunk had left me feeling very mellow, and after the
whirlwind activities at Susan's, I was a little worn out. I was
looking forward to simply relaxing and enjoying the evening with
Stacy and Kendall.
Stacy, however, had other ideas. When Kendall didn't show up
immediately, Stacy reached out and started fondling my shriveled
penis. I figured that when I didn't rise to the occasion, she'd
realize I wasn't interested and give up.
"Can we maybe just talk?" I asked when she persisted. The warmth
of her hand had spread to my member and willing or not, my body
was responding to her touch.
"Sure," she said, never taking her hand from my penis. "What
would you like to talk about?"
"Um... I thought maybe we could _just_ talk." I'd begun to grow in
her hand, in spite of the fact that I really didn't feel like
doing anything more.
"Mmmmm. You want me to tell you what I want to do to you?" she
asked, practically purring.
My penis was slowly growing, and I didn't want to go any further.
So I reached down and gently, but firmly, grasped her wrist. I
pulled her hand off my growing erection and then released it.
"Kendall's going to be here any minute," I said, keeping my voice
pitched low.
Stacy kept her hand off my dick, much to my relief, but began
rubbing the inside of my thigh. "You want to talk about Kendall?"
"I guess," I said nervously.
"She's got a fantastic body. Great tits. And I bet she tastes
nice and sweet."
"Stacy... I don't think..."
"She's so hot."
I swallowed hard.
"Don't you think she's hot?"
"Um..."
"Your dick thinks she is," Stacy said, pitching her voice low and
reaching for my erection.
Talk of Kendall, and her body, had done nothing to help my
erection subside. Unfortunately, I had gotten a little harder.
When Stacy's hand stroked me again, I wanted to let her continue.
But I was a little pissed that she could so easily manipulate me.
Even though my penis was fully erect, and I was thoroughly
enjoying her touch, I resolutely removed her hand.
"You think Kendall's hot, don't you?" she asked relentlessly.
"Yes, but..."
"You want to fuck her, don't you?"
"Stacy, please..."
"You'd love to slide your hard cock into her, wouldn't you?"
"God yes. But she wouldn't have anything to do with a guy like me.
Besides we're friends. Nothing more." I was actually starting to
get mad at Stacy, and I let it show. "Now, can we talk about
something else?"
"Mmmmm, yeah," she said, her voice husky. "Let's talk about you
sliding your hard cock into _me_." She reached for my erection
again and began spreading an errant drop of pre-come around the
tip.
"Stacy, no," I said firmly, taking her hand from my erection once
more. "Let's just wait for Kendall to get here."
"Oooooh, so you can fuck both of us."
Good God, I wondered to myself, how could I stop this? I just
wanted to talk. Kendall would be down any minute, and Stacy just
wouldn't leave me alone.
"I can feel how much you want her," she said, grasping my hard-on
again. "You're so hard." She jerked my cock and I almost lost it.
"Fuck poor little Stacy," she said. "I want to watch you fuck
Kendall. Fuck us both. Please."
Finally, I snapped. I pushed her away from me and stood, ignoring
the way my erection throbbed and bounced as I did. It was
obviously enjoying her antics, and was oblivious to my anger.
Treacherous organ!
"Paul? What's the matter?"
"You! That's what's the matter," I hissed. I tried to keep my
voice low, but I was angry, and in no mood to be quiet about it.
"You think I'm some kind of machine? That you can turn me on
whenever you feel like it?"
"Paul, I..."
I rode roughshod over her pleas. "What about me? What about what
I want? I'm not just some dumb guy with a dick. Don't you get
that?"
"Paul, please..."
"And of course I think Kendall's hot. She's a fucking goddess,
for Christ's sake. But I'm not gonna fuck her," I said, my voice
harsh and dangerously loud. "You know why? Because she's Gina's
friend. She's my friend. I _like_ Kendall. I respect her. And I'm
not going to fuck that up just so you can get your kicks!" My
voice cold and contemptuous, I continued. "You can find your own
way back to Susan's. Tell Kendall I'm sorry I missed her."
With that, I turned toward the shore. Heedless of the fact that I
couldn't clearly see the surface of the water, I dived toward the
dark edge of the lake. I kept my dive shallow, since I really had
no idea how deep the water was. The water was cold, and a shock
after the warmth of the raft; especially after the warmth of
Stacy's relentless hand. I paid it no mind, however, and started
swimming strongly toward the shore.
When I pulled myself onto the brick coping, my erection throbbed
painfully. Despite what I'd said to Stacy, my imagination had run
amok. I had visions of Kendall playing through my mind; in them,
she was writhing in ecstasy beneath me as I fucked her. So the
quick trip through the cold water had done nothing to diminish my
erection.
I stormed up the hill, angry with Stacy as much as myself, and
nearly ran over the figure that quickly loomed out of the
deepening shadows. I looked up and blinked, not believing my
incredible bad luck.
Kendall was standing not ten feet from the edge of the lake. She
stepped back involuntarily when I nearly collided with her. The
faint light from the setting sun was behind me, and I hoped she
couldn't see my horrified expression. She had one hand over her
mouth and was just reaching out to me with the other when her
gaze dropped. Her eyes widened further when she saw my jutting
erection in all its glory.
I was suddenly awash with shame. I swallowed hard and wondered
how long she'd been standing there, how much she'd overheard. I
was still very angry with Stacy--who I could hear quietly sobbing
behind me--but my anger was rapidly giving way to embarrassment
and fear as Kendall quickly looked from my erection to my face
and back again.
"I'm sorry," I said, feeling panic claw at my heart. "I'm... I'm
sorry."
Without another word, I brushed past her and rushed up the hill.
"Paul! Wait! Come back," she called after me.
I ignored her and broke into a run, my erection bobbing painfully.
I didn't stop until I got to the safety of our darkened cabin.
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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
Part: Chapter 22
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mf, teen, oral
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Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
by Nick Scipio
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Once inside our cabin, we sat down on the couch, both shell-
shocked from the conversations with our mothers.
"That was weird," I said quietly.
"Yeah."
"Have you told your mom? I mean... you know."
She shook her head. "But I think she's got a pretty good idea."
"Yeah. My mom figured things out too. She talked to me about it
yesterday morning."
Gina looked at me in shock.
"No, nothing like that. She just wanted to make sure that I
wouldn't... you know... force you or anything."
"You could have," she said in a quiet, almost wistful, voice.
I turned toward her on the couch, taking her hand in my own. "I
know."
She turned and looked at me, wide-eyed.
I smiled. "I know. But I wouldn't be the kind of guy you'd like
if I'd do something like that. You know I won't force you. Don't
you?" Suddenly, it was _very_ important that she understand this.
She nodded, assured. "Kara said the same thing."
My eyes flew wide in shock, and she giggled involuntarily.
"You told Kara?" I asked, incredulous.
"Uh-huh," she said seriously. "She's known everything since that
first time we went hiking."
"You're kidding me?" I was in shock.
She shook her head. "She likes you. She says you're a good guy,
because you're not rushing me."
"Is that why she was so nice to me last night, and then this
morning?"
"Mmm hmm. Last night, I told her what happened between us."
"Everything?" I asked, my voice squeaky.
"Pretty much. She and I are real close. Well... now we are. We used
to fight real bad sometimes. But we get along real well now."
"Everything?" Was I repeating myself? I was.
She smiled, gently, and squeezed my hand. "It's okay. She's cool.
She won't tell anyone."
"Are you sure?"
She laughed and then nodded quickly. "With all the stuff I know
about her, she won't tell anyone. I trust her."
I was still dubious.
She chuckled lightly. "You're such a goof," she chided me gently.
"But you're _my_ goof."
I blushed and grinned at her shyly. "I just can't believe you
told her everything."
"Ha! You should be happy I did."
I looked at her, my expression full of unasked questions.
"She's the one who told me that I should suck you off."
My poor, battered sensibilities couldn't take much more of this.
I looked at her, completely abashed.
She laughed again, her eyes dancing. Then she nodded. "She showed
me what to do, the basics, I mean, and told me that I'd really
like it. And that you'd _love_ it." Her expression turned into a
teasing moue. "You do, don't you?"
I swallowed hard and nodded. Then I looked out the screened
window. No one was in sight. When I looked back at Gina, she was
grinning shyly at me. I pulled my hand out of her grasp, gently,
and touched her face. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath,
pressing her cheek against me.
I leaned forward and tilted my head, pressing my lips against
hers. She eagerly responded, and I moved my tongue over her lips,
tasting her. I broke the kiss and she slowly opened her eyes.
When she did, I leaned back on the couch, pulling her with me.
She readily followed, and as I laid my head on the armrest, she
crawled atop me. We untangled our legs and I pulled her head down
again, kissing her tenderly.
Her nipples hardened against my chest and I moved my hands down
her back, cupping her ass. She ground her hips against me and I
felt myself begin to harden.
"Mmmmm," she purred, low in her throat.
"You like that?"
"Yes," she hissed as I pulled her hips against me, pressing my
erection into her.
She lowered her head and kissed me again, with rising ardor. I
responded against her, rocking my hips back and forth, rubbing
her pussy with my erection. She moaned again and pressed her lips
against me even harder.
Then she pulled back and began kissing my cheeks and neck. I
gasped as she moved down and tenderly kissed my ear, her silky
hair whispering over my cheek. She darted her tongue inside my
ear and my breath caught again. For such a small gesture, the
pleasure was almost overpowering; intense and highly erotic. Gina
felt my reaction and blew gently, teasing me. I clutched her ass
and groaned as she darted her tongue in again.
My breathing grew ragged and I hugged her to me. She gasped when
my erection swelled against her, and then renewed her assault.
Somewhere in the middle of what she was doing to me, I lost the
capacity for coherent thought. I simply arched my back against
her, sucking in air though my nose, lips closed tightly in
pleasure.
Finally, deliciously, she relented. Kissing her way back up my
cheek, I came to my senses, panting from the excitement and
grinning like an idiot.
"You like that?" she asked, full of feigned innocence.
I nodded jerkily and her eyes laughed at me. I lifted my head to
kiss her and she pulled back playfully.
I looked at her questioningly.
She shook her head and I felt my brow crease in a confused frown.
She smiled brightly and kissed the tip of my nose. Then, suddenly,
her lips crushed against mine. I felt her breathing on my cheek,
hot and quick, her tongue running along my lips, teasing me. With
my hands still on her ass, I ground my hips against her, causing
her to moan.
She pulled back from the kiss, breathless and drunken-eyed.
"I want you to do something for me," I whispered.
She closed her lips and swallowed, her eyes filled with love, and
desire.
"I want you to suck me."
Her nostrils flared and a small smile played across her lips.
Without a word, she began to crawl down my body. I spread my legs
to accommodate her and she curled up on the couch between them.
Then, I put one hand behind my head and took a deep breath.
With her hand, she lifted my erection and kissed the tip, right
at the sensitive curve where the crown met the shaft. She kissed
down the bottom ridge until her soft cheek brushed across my
balls, then continued to kiss them as well. With her hot breath
bathing my testicles, I took another deep breath and closed my
eyes.
She kissed back up my shaft then slowly sucked the head into her
mouth. Silken strands of her dark hair brushed across my
sensitive inner thighs and I shuddered. I felt her breath on the
top of my shaft as she worked her lips against the crown,
flicking her tongue over the slit at the tip.
As she removed her lips from my cock, I groaned. I felt more than
heard her laughter as she began to plant wet kisses down the side
of my shaft. Once she reached the base, she switched sides and
moved toward the crown, kissing and sucking as she went. She
wrapped her hand around my shaft, and at the same time circled
the tip with her strong tongue.
My hips jerked, and I felt her laughter again, her hot breath
gusting across my pubic hair. She pumped my cock a few times,
loosely, and then took the head back in her mouth. I shuddered as
I felt her lips open and move down my length. Her hair tickled my
thighs and abdomen as she raised herself over me. I opened my
eyes and looked down my torso at the crown of her head as she
slowly lowered her mouth over my shaft.
When she clamped her lips around me, about halfway down, I
groaned and let my head fall back against the armrest. She worked
her mouth on my erection, caressing me with her tongue, and then
slowly withdrew, dragging her lips along my length. When she
reached the glans, she let my cock pop completely out of her
mouth.
Teasing me, she kissed the underside of the crown playfully,
running her tongue along the seam and into the hole at the tip.
My breathing got deeper as my arousal grew and I closed my eyes
again, savoring the feeling of her between my legs. She teased
the bottom of my glans for a moment then squeezed the base.
I felt her tongue begin to describe arcs along the sides of my
shaft as she moved toward the base. She opened her hand and moved
toward my balls, pulling at the loose skin of my scrotum with her
lips, flicking it with her tongue. She moved lower still and took
one of my testicles in her mouth, sucking gently, washing it with
her tongue. I groaned quietly as she switched to the other, then
finally released it, wet with her saliva and cooling as the air
slowly dried it.
I clenched and my penis swelled in her loose grasp. She cooed in
delight and returned to my shaft, kissing her way up my length.
Once she reached the crown, she took it in her mouth, circling it
with her tongue. I jerked my hips, trying to get her to take more
of me in her mouth, and she released me entirely, chuckling
mischievously.
I raised my head and opened my eyes, looking down my torso at her,
only to see her looking back at me with smoldering eyes and a wry
grin. She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around my shaft,
maintaining eye contact. Then she flicked her tongue against the
bottom of the head and I groaned, letting my head fall back. I
felt her chuckling around my shaft and closed my eyes again as
she started sinking toward the base of my cock.
Once she had half my dick in her mouth, she stopped and wrapped
her hand around the shaft. She began bobbing her head, slowly,
raking my sensitive shaft with her soft, supple lips. I moaned
again, low in my chest, and she sped her pace. When she reached
the crown, she would lock her lips around the ridge and then
plunge back down, caressing me with her tongue as she did. Then
she would pull back up, sucking as she did, squeezing and pumping
with her hand.
I moaned again and put my free hand on the back of her head. She
moaned as well, vibrating my cock with her mouth and trying to
take more of me. She got perhaps all but three inches and clamped
her lips shut, working her mouth and caressing my shaft with her
tongue. I groaned again as she returned to bobbing her head.
She maintained her up and down motion, my hand still on the back
of her head, and I soon felt my orgasm welling up. I was
breathing deeply through my nose, nostrils flaring with each
breath. I squeezed my eyes shut tight, lost in the pleasure she
was giving me with her mouth.
With a rush, I felt the first surge of semen flow up my shaft.
She moaned as the hot liquid spurted into the back of her throat.
My cock jerked and spasmed in her mouth, shooting my come like a
geyser into her throat. She moaned again as the spurts slowed.
Milking my cock with her hand, she continued sucking as my orgasm
slowly subsided.
I opened my eyes and saw stars, slowly letting my clenched back
and leg muscles go slack. She brushed the sensitive head of my
cock with her tongue and I started, jerking my hips against her.
I ran my fingers through her glossy black hair, savoring its
texture and the heat of her scalp.
She pulled up a little and I felt her swallow, then swallow again.
Her breath on the top of my saliva-slick cock felt exquisite and
I savored the feeling, my hips still twitching from the strength
of my orgasm.
Finally, she let my slowly shrinking cock fall from her lips and
I felt her brush her hair back. I raised my head off the armrest
and looked at her, her eyes holding my own and smiling. She
kissed the tip of my shiny cock and smiled at me, languidly
closing her eyes and pressing her lips against my glans again.
I shuddered, half from the feeling and half from the sight itself.
Then she opened her eyes and smiled at me. I sat up and gently
pulled her up my body, my slippery cock rubbing along her smooth
skin as she moved.
She flattened herself against my chest, her weight deliciously
slight, and kissed me. I tasted myself on her lips and pressed up
into her, darting my tongue into her mouth.
With a sigh, we broke the kiss. She stared into my eyes, from
only a few inches away, and I felt my heart swell and threaten to
burst. I languorously rubbed my hand along her back, lightly
scratching my fingernails across her satin skin and she smiled
dreamily, laying her head on my shoulder. Her silken hair
cascaded over my shoulder as she settled against me and kissed
the hollow of my neck.
"I love you," I whispered.
"Mmm hmm," she said, sighing contentedly. "Me too."
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We lay there for a few minutes, simply relaxing and enjoying each
other's company. I was running my fingers up and down her spine,
enjoying the feeling as her breathing slowed and became deep and
even.
"I'm glad I have you," she said quietly.
"Mmmmm, me too."
"Kara was right."
"About what?"
"She said you were a good guy. I mean, I knew you were too," she
hastily added, "but she said I was lucky you weren't pushing me."
"I'm glad."
"And she said..." She raised her head to look at me, and even with
her complexion I could tell she was blushing. "She said that...,"
her face assumed an odd expression and I realized she was about
to quote Kara. "'If he's the kind of guy who'll go down on you,
and he's any good, then you'd better make sure he's happy.'"
"I am."
She blushed again and grinned shyly. "I know you're good, silly."
"No. I mean I'm happy."
"Oh," she said sheepishly.
"But thanks."
She laid her head on my chest again and sighed contentedly. "I
told Kara about it when we got back. About last week, when we
were at the quarry, and you..." She paused for a second and
gathered her courage. "And you went down on me."
"Wow," I said softly.
I felt her nod against my chest. "That's when she told me that I
should go down on you too. That's why I did, that night after the
movie, on the float."
"I'm glad you did."
She nodded again. "Me too. When I told her about what you did... to
my... to my pussy, she got real excited."
My eyes went wide, but I wisely kept my mouth shut.
"When I told her about it, it was dark, and we were sitting in
the rocking chairs on the front porch, by ourselves. I could tell
she was kinda playing with herself."
I felt my pulse quicken, and I realized with a start that
thinking of Kara masturbating excited me. With all my willpower,
I tried not to get hard.
"She said I was real lucky. She said she likes you."
"Likes me?"
"Yeah."
I began to panic. I liked Kara, but I loved Gina. What if Kara
did something? What if she got jealous or something? Listen to me,
I chided myself, thinking about older girls falling over
themselves to be with me. Fat chance of that!
"She wouldn't do anything," Gina said softly when she felt my
heartbeat and breathing grow quicker. "I used to flirt with her
boyfriends, she goes through them pretty quickly sometimes. There
was this one guy that she was dating, last year. I'd flirt with
him when she wasn't around. I think she really liked him, too."
I listened intently, idly stroking her back.
"He broke up with her and begged me to go out with him. Kara and
I got in this really big fight about it. She didn't talk to me
for a week. I felt so awful. I didn't even like him, really. I
guess I just wanted to... Well, I don't know what I wanted to do. I
apologized about a million times. She wouldn't even say anything
to me, she'd just get up and leave if I tried to talk to her.
"She'd go to her room and lock her door and I could hear her
crying. I felt so bad. I even had to ride the bus for a week,
because she wouldn't let me ride with her when she drove to
school. When Mom found out, they had a long talk. Mom came out of
her room and told me that I needed to apologize to Kara. I told
her that I had, a million times. Mom just said 'go in and
apologize again.'
"So I did. Kara had been crying. I told her how sorry I was. She
looked so awful. I think she felt bad for how she'd treated me
too. Mom kept Leah helping her in the kitchen, so she wouldn't
ask us what was the matter. I promised Kara that I'd never do it
again, and she forgave me. I cried so hard when she did. I felt
so bad for what I'd done to her, but I hated it worse when she
wouldn't talk to me.
"That's the last fight we've ever had. She's never really been
interested in any of my boyfriends, but after that night, we
promised each other that we'd never try to steal the other one's
guy." She cleared her throat and took a deep breath. "So I trust
her. She really does like you, but I'm not worried about her
trying to steal you or anything. She tells me stuff about her
boyfriends now." She hugged me tight. "I'm just happy that I've
got something to tell her now too. I'm glad Kara and I are really
close now, I don't know what I'd do if she ever didn't talk to me
again."
I didn't know how I felt about Gina telling her sister about the
two of us. On the one hand, I liked some of the things that Kara
told Gina, especially about giving me head. But I was also
worried that... Well, I don't know what I was worried about,
exactly. I just was.
I banished my worries and hugged her tight, enjoying the small
squeak she emitted as I did so. She hugged me back and sighed
deeply.
"Mmmmm, I know what I want to do," I said softly, stroking her
hair.
"What?"
Without answering, I rolled toward the back of the couch, pulling
her along as I did. I quickly shifted so that she was lying on
the couch and I was supporting myself over her. I bent forward to
kiss her, enjoying knowing what I was going to do and delighting
in the confused look in her eyes. I kissed her, tasting her lips
against my own, and she responded against me. When we broke the
kiss, her eyes slowly opened and focused on my face. I grinned
mischievously and kissed the tip of her nose.
"I thought I'd show you, again, why Kara thinks I'm such a nice
guy," I said.
"Huh?"
"You'll see."
I kissed down her elegant neck and she arched her back, sighing.
She put her hands on my head to hold me close as I kissed my way
down her chest. I moved to the side and sucked her puckered brown
nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. She gasped when
I did, and I grinned to myself. Gently clamping my lips against
her nipple, I pulled back, extending it and lifting her breast
slightly. She moaned again and I switched to the other breast.
I circled her areola with the tip of my tongue, teasing her. She
whimpered and I relented, pulling her crinkly nipple into my
mouth and warming it with my tongue. Still holding my head, she
arched her back, trying to force more of her sensitive nipple
into my mouth. I circled the sleek brown pebble with my tongue,
causing her to moan, once again grinning to myself.
I released her nipple and lavished attention on her other breast.
She moaned against me, deep in her chest, as I alternated between
the hard little buds, sucking and licking them for several
minutes. She ran her fingers through my hair and sighed as I
released her and lifted my head to gaze into her eyes.
A mischievous expression on my face, I blew her a kiss and began
to move down her body. I ran my tongue down her flat stomach,
circling her navel, dipping into it, making her shudder and gasp.
I planted a kiss on the shallow depression and then began to kiss
lower. When I reached the top of her pubic hair, I stopped,
bathing her midsection with my hot breath. She whimpered and her
hips shuddered with desire.
I nuzzled the full strip of her bush, teasing her as I inhaled
the scent of her arousal. Without warning, I pulled back and she
whimpered again. Shouldering her right leg aside, I lifted it, my
hand behind her knee. I kissed the inside of her knee, brushing
the smooth skin with my cheeks. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, I
kissed along her inner thigh, feeling her desire transmitted
through her tremors.
When I reached the crease where her thigh met her pussy, I paused,
breathing in her aroma and then exhaling against her satin skin.
She shuddered again and I slowly kissed the inside of her thigh,
mere inches from her pussy. With a wicked grin that she couldn't
see, and probably wouldn't have wanted to, I rested her right leg
on the back of the couch and moved to her left one.
With my left hand holding her spread open, resting lightly on the
inner thigh of her right leg, I breathed on the inside of her
left knee. She shuddered again, and I kissed the sensitive flesh
of her inner thigh, moving inexorably toward her pussy. When I
felt her pubic hair tickling my cheek, I smiled again, skipping
over her pussy entirely and brushing my face against her opposite
thigh.
She whimpered and tried to thrust her hips against me. I held her
down, gently, with my hands on her inner thighs, keeping her
spread open before me. Finally, I pulled back and looked at her
pussy. The scent of her dewy arousal made my head swim, and I
closed my eyes, drowning out the sight of her beautiful vulva,
concentrating on the heady aroma.
When I opened them again, I bent forward to kiss her mons and she
shuddered with the contact, bucking her hips against me. I licked
the tip of my finger and rubbed it along her slit, parting the
sparse fringe of hair. When I reached the bottom, I eased my
fingertip into her and she moaned. I felt her thighs tremble as I
slowly shoved more of my finger into her pussy.
I pulled it out, spreading her lubrication over the surrounding
lips, and then slowly plunged back in. When my finger was
completely buried in her pussy, I leaned forward again and ran my
tongue along her slit, tasting the tangy flavor of her lust, and
she quivered at the touch. I grinned to myself again, enjoying
teasing her, and kissed her mons, pressing into the base of her
clit. I teased her like this for several minutes, enjoying the
sensations of her rising passion.
Finally, I relented, and parted her outer labia with my tongue.
She shuddered again as the tip caressed the length of her inner
lips. Taking my hand off her inner thigh, I gently spread her
lips, marveling as her inner labia blossomed with her arousal. I
ran my tongue between them, tasting her again, and flicked it up
under the hood concealing her clit. She gasped and tried to
thrust her hips into my face, to force my tongue against her
again.
I chuckled mischievously and pressed my lips against the hood,
pressing down with my tongue and forcing a louder moan from her.
Her pussy hot and tight around my impaling finger, I began to
slowly slide it in and out of her. I bumped my nose against her
clit as I licked and sucked her inner lips, feeling them plump
with arousal under my attention.
With my left hand resting on her mons, I spread apart her labia
using my thumb and forefinger, delighting in the light and dark
pink of her folds. Slowly sliding my finger back into her
clutching pussy, I crooked my fingertip up and she moaned
deliriously.
Finally, I started to lick her seriously, my remorseless teasing
a thing of the past. She moaned again, hips quivering, as I
flicked my tongue against her clit. Placing my lips over her hood,
I sucked it into my mouth, working it with my lips, forcing it to
rub against the sensitive berry it normally protected.
I began thrusting my finger into her a little quicker and trailed
my tongue along the fold between her inner and outer lips. Her
hips trembled, thighs quivering with desire, as I once again
sucked her inner labia into my mouth. When I released them, I
concentrated on her clit, buzzing my tongue against it and making
her pant.
When I pulled back, her clit was fully engorged and sticking out
from under its hood, a pink berry begging to be sucked. I flicked
my tongue against it and felt her pussy clutch my finger. As her
thighs tensed and her trembling increased, I quickly realized
that she was close to coming.
In an all-out assault on her clit, I drove her over the edge. A
gush of moisture flooded around my finger and her pussy clutched
at me, spasming. She bucked her hips against me, buttocks
clenched, and her moans turned into a low wail. She stifled it as
well as she could and I continued circling her clit, driving her
onward, fueling her orgasm.
Her pussy gripped my invading finger, trying to pull it further
inside her, and then, abruptly, her clit disappeared. My tongue
already in motion, I raked across her sensitive glans before it
fully disappeared and she cried out, the quiet of the cabin and
surrounding pine forest shattered for an instant.
I pulled back and gently rubbed my face across her mons,
caressing her inner thighs with my cheeks, letting my finger rest
within her still-spasming pussy. She slowly relaxed her buttocks
and legs, and I felt her go limp, panting. I kissed her mons
again, careful to avoid her sensitive clit, and slowly withdrew
my finger from her drenched pussy. I smiled silently, feeling the
pruned skin of my finger finally emerge from her heated depths.
She shuddered again as it left her, her ragged breath catching in
her throat.
She was covered with a sheen of sweat, and I tasted the salt of
her exhaustion as I kissed my way back up her trembling stomach
to her heaving chest. I held myself above her, feeling the
radiant heat of her body washing over me, and kissed her tenderly.
She slowly raised her arm, which had fallen off the couch
entirely when she came, and wrapped it around my back. Holding me
close, she panted, her breathing still ragged. Once again, I
smiled to myself, burying my face against her neck and kissing
her gently.
She slid to the edge of the couch and made room for me next to
her. I slid my arm under her neck and rolled to the back of the
couch. She moved toward me and clutched me, still weak from her
orgasm, smiling drunkenly, eyes hooded and dreamy. We held each
other like that for a long time.
-----
We dozed for a while, comfortable in each other's arms. I knew we
didn't have much time, couldn't have much time, however, before
she would need to join her family to pack for the trip home.
Home.
Charleston.
Away from me.
For a year.
I felt my breath catch, and my eyes suddenly stung. Gina shifted
against me, burrowing deeper into the hollow of my shoulder, and
I blinked back my tears.
She suddenly drew a deep breath and pulled back, looking at me
through sleepy eyes.
"What's the matter?" she asked quietly, dark eyes slowly focusing
on my face.
"Nothing," I said stoically.
She closed her eyes and smiled. I kissed her forehead and pulled
her close. We stayed like that for some time. I listened to the
sound of the wind through the trees and felt her heart beating
next to mine, her smooth skin pressed against me, and I never
wanted it to end.
-----
I felt her shift again, some time later, and I stroked her back.
"We probably should take a quick shower," I said quietly.
She sighed against me and yawned. "Yeah," she said with
resignation. "You wanna go first?"
"Who says we have to take two showers?"
She pulled back and blinked at me, clearly confused. Then, slowly,
the light dawned. She grinned sheepishly and nuzzled against me
again.
"Would you like that?" I asked softly.
"Mmm hmm."
I swung my leg over her and stood up, then helped her to her feet.
Hand in hand, we walked into the bathroom and shut the door
behind us.
I quickly adjusted the water temperature and held the shower
curtain for her, stepping in after she did. She wasn't used to
showering with another person, and while I had done it a few
times, it was still a little awkward at first. Despite all the
intimacy we'd shared, I could tell that showering with me was a
very new, and very different, experience for her.
I quickly decided that I would need to take the lead. Moving her
gently with body language and light touches, I got her under the
spray and then doused myself. Grabbing the soap, I quickly
lathered and rinsed myself while she watched, mesmerized. Turning
to her, I lathered the soap and held my arms open, inviting her
forward.
She came, hesitantly, and I began tenderly lathering her. Her
smooth skin became slippery under my sure touch, and I could tell
that she was relaxing when she realized I knew what I was doing.
Standing under the strong spray from the showerhead, I pulled her
to me, cupping her soap-slippery breasts and gently kneading them.
She sighed and laid her head back on my shoulder, luxuriating in
the warmth of my body.
I slid my hands down her firm stomach, switching the soap to my
left hand as I lathered her pubic area with my right. She started
at first, but then quickly realized that I wasn't going to
penetrate her with my soapy finger. I knew it would sting, and
didn't want her to suffer. Crouching, I quickly washed her thighs
and calves, enjoying the feeling of her firm muscles under my
fingers. I lathered her back and shoulders as well, and then
stepped back, pulling her toward the spray.
Once she was completely rinsed off, I turned her to face me and
grinned. She grinned in reply and pressed herself against my
chest, wrapping her arms around me and hugging me tight.
"Remind me to thank whoever taught you how to shower with a
girl," she said.
"I thought you might like taking a shower together."
"Mmmmm."
"You were a little scared at first, though. Weren't you?"
"Was it that obvious?" she asked.
"No," I said, shaking my head. "I'm just getting to know you
pretty well, that's all."
She pulled back and looked at me, grinning mischievously. "Some
ways better than others," she said, almost purring.
"Uh-huh."
The water started to run cold and I quickly reached to turn it
off. I heard her open the shower curtain and when I turned, she
was holding two towels, grinning insouciantly.
I took the proffered towel and began to dry myself, stepping out
of the tub as I ran the towel over my legs. Gina stepped out
shortly after me and neatly folded her towel, returning it to the
bar. She took mine and folded and hung it as well, grinning at me.
"Thanks," I said.
"You're welcome," she said, then grinned wryly. "I've gotta take
care of my man."
She reached for my comb and ran it through her wet, shiny hair,
combing it straight back over her head and tucking it behind her
ears. Then she reached up and combed my hair as well, arranging
it how I usually wore it.
"Now," she asked, eyes wide with feigned innocence, "is there
anything else I need to take care of, for my man?"
With a mischievous look of my own, I nodded slowly. I could
already feel my penis becoming erect, stiffening slowly.
"Oh?"
I grinned slowly and arched an eyebrow at her.
She looked down, and in mock surprise said, "Oh my!" Looking back
up at me, she grinned devilishly. "I think I know what my man
needs me to take care of."
I nodded and she began to sink to the rug-covered tile of the
floor. I watched, enraptured, as she knelt between my feet and
opened her mouth, holding my eyes with her own. When she locked
her lips around my engorged glans, I closed my eyes and groaned,
inhaling deeply.
As I slowly exhaled, I leaned my head back and savored the
feeling of her lips around my shaft. I quickly became fully erect
and she began sucking me with long, sure strokes, taking half my
length in her mouth and then slowly withdrawing her lips.
She held me by the base and had begun to run her tongue up and
down the length of my shaft when...
Knock, knock, knock!
My head snapped forward and her eyes flew open. We looked each
other in panic, paralyzed by the sound.
"Paul?"
It was Mom. I easily recognized her voice through the door.
I cleared my throat. "Yes?" I asked, putting as much composure
into my voice as I could muster.
"We're all going to have lunch together in about fifteen
minutes," she said. "Okay?"
"Um... sure. No problem."
"Okay then. I'm going to head back down to the clubhouse."
We heard the screen door swing shut and I slumped against the
cool porcelain of the sink.
I looked down and my erection had gone limp in Gina's hands.
Her eyes smoldering, she leaned forward and licked the tip of my
flaccid penis.
I looked down at her, eyebrows arched questioningly.
"I want it so bad, Paul," she said, almost begging. She jerked my
limp cock and took me in her mouth again.
Seeing the lust plainly graven on her face, I rapidly hardened.
She made a surprised and delighted sound and I stood upright. Her
mouth never left my dick as I stood, and she began bobbing her
head back and forth. She moved her hand in time with her mouth,
and watching her, I felt my orgasm quickly building.
With a groan, I came. Gina clamped her lips around my girth when
she felt the first spurt, pumping my length with her fist. I came
so quickly that I closed my eyes and saw stars. Spurt after spurt
of my hot semen coursed through my shaft, filling her mouth as
she relentlessly milked my cock with her hand and lips.
I shuddered and jerked as my orgasm subsided, than had to support
myself on the sink as my legs went rubbery. When I felt my
strength return, I opened my eyes and stared at the bathroom
ceiling, the cold porcelain of the sink a marked contrast to the
warmth of Gina's mouth around my slowly dwindling erection.
She sucked me gently, taking more of me into her mouth as I
gradually shrank. When I could stand on my own again, I did so,
looking down at her as she lavished my cock with attention.
Finally, reluctantly, she let my penis slip from her lips. She
smiled beatifically at me as she opened her eyes, nostrils
flaring as she drew a deep breath.
"Wow." It was the only coherent thought that I could muster.
"I've gotta take care of my man."
She grinned impishly and I helped her to her feet. Feeling my
strength rapidly returning, I bent down and grabbed her around
the waist, our heads at a level, and held her against my chest.
Her hardened nipples bored into my flesh as I flexed my legs,
lifting her easily.
She giggled as her feet came off the floor, then looked into my
eyes. Our lips crushed together and we shared a passionate kiss.
We broke the kiss, each breathing a little heavier, and grinned
at each other. She was radiant, and I was the happiest, and
luckiest, guy in the world.
-----
When we walked out onto the front porch of our cabin, a few
minutes later, Kara called to us from the road. Apparently, she
was just coming down from their cabin, headed for the clubhouse,
and lunch, as well. I slipped my arm around Gina's shoulder
protectively and she pressed herself against me, putting her own
arm around my waist.
Kara watched us as we approached.
"You two have a good morning?" she asked, grinning broadly.
I felt the heat rising in my cheeks and neck, and could only grin
at her.
"I'll tell you about it later," Gina said.
My eyes flew open in surprise, a reaction that Kara shared, even
if hers was more subdued than my own.
"He knows?" Kara asked dubiously.
Gina looked at me and smiled, nodding. "I told him this morning."
Kara looked at me, measuring my reaction. "It doesn't bother
you?"
"What? That you and Gina talk about me?"
She nodded.
"You keep giving her good suggestions, and it won't bother me a
bit," I said as casually as I could.
"You keep making her happy, and I will!"
-----
We were walking down the hill, my arm still protectively around
Gina, when she stopped suddenly. She looked at me in shock and
held her hand over her mouth.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Oh my God. I completely forgot. I haven't packed a thing. I've
got to get back to the cabin."
"Now?" I asked, somewhat plaintively.
Kara laughed richly, shaking her head at us. As one, Gina and I
looked at her.
"Kara. It's not funny," Gina said, sounding hurt.
"I packed your stuff, silly," Kara said, her eyes still laughing.
Gina stared, open-mouthed and Kara winked at me. I couldn't help
but grin in return. Gina looked back at me and shut her mouth,
glaring balefully.
"I don't know which of you is worse," she said, exasperated.
Kara and I shared a quiet look and I gently turned Gina back
toward the clubhouse. We started walking again, Gina trying, and
failing, to stay mad at us.
"I left out your yellow shorts...," Kara said.
"The short shorts?"
"Uh-huh."
"Thanks. I look good in those," Gina said, looking at me.
"And your white tank top, the one with the--"
"The one with the red heart on the front?" Gina asked,
interrupting.
"If you'd let me finish," Kara said gently, "I'd've told you
that."
"You know that shirt's too tight on me, up top," Gina said.
"Uh-huh, but I thought Paul would enjoy it. And the heart's a
nice touch, don't you think?"
Gina's breath caught in her throat, and then she burst out
laughing. "Kara, you're so bad."
"Well, I _did_ pack your stuff."
"Yeah," Gina said soberly. "Thanks."
"Yeah, well, I figured someone," Kara said with a meaningful look
in my direction, "had plans for you this morning."
Gina blushed and bit off any reply, settling for pulling me
closer.
"Leah helped too," Kara said. "But since we packed for you,
you've got to ride back in the middle."
"In the middle?" I asked, confused.
Gina looked at me. "Yeah, we each want to ride by the window, no
one likes riding in the middle."
"Ah."
"But, I guess that's all right. Thanks, Kara."
"You're welcome." Kara looked at me over Gina's head. "And so are
_you_."
It was my turn to blush, and I was thankful that we'd reached the
clubhouse. I didn't know if I could take it if they both ganged
up on me. I was barely able to keep up with Gina, much less Kara
too.
-----
Lunch was a lot more fun than I thought it would be. Our moms had
fixed fried chicken, mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, and a
whole bunch of other things. It was like a picnic. Mom and
Elizabeth kept things lighthearted, and Gina and I were content
to go along with the prevalent mood, despite what we both knew--
and dreaded--was coming.
When lunch was over, the girls began to clean up. I stood, after
an inquisitive glance from Gina, and began to help clean up as
well. Why couldn't I have an old-fashioned girlfriend? One who
would cook and clean and take care of me? With only a moment's
thought, I decided I liked a modern, liberated girlfriend better.
Especially a modern, liberated girlfriend like Gina. Helping
clean up the lunch dishes, I decided I was pretty lucky.
After lunch, we sat around and chatted for a while, but I knew it
was only a momentary delay. Dwight, Karen, and their kids came
into the clubhouse as we were relaxing. They all had their
clothes on and were ready to leave.
Dwight clapped me on the shoulder again--for a moment, I thought
he'd broken it--and we all said our goodbyes. I felt like I had
lead in my stomach, knowing that saying goodbye to Gina, goodbye
for a year, was only a short time away. From the look in her eye
as Dwight and Karen left, I could tell she was thinking the same
thing.
Sooner than I wanted, but later than I'd expected, Chris and
Elizabeth stood up. Kara and Leah stood, and then, with a forlorn
look at me, Gina rose as well.
"Well, girls," Gina's father said, "let's head up to the cabin
and get dressed. Then we can drive back down and get the last of
our kitchen stuff."
"Do you need any help?" Mom asked.
Elizabeth smiled and shook her head. "Thanks, Beth. I think we've
got everything."
"Okay, then," Mom said. "We'll see you when you get back."
Gina's mom nodded, and they headed out.
-----
Mom and Dad wisely realized that I didn't want to talk, and Erin
even had the kindness to leave me alone. My parents moved to one
of the couches and I headed out to the back porch, looking for
some privacy. To my surprise, Erin followed me out.
I scowled at her, my eyes stinging.
"I was just gonna sit out here with you," she said, suddenly
defensive. "I promise I won't bother you."
I nodded, ashamed for having glared at her, and sat down.
The white-painted wood of the Adirondack chair was warm and
comfortable, and seemed to welcome me. There, I spent the longest
twenty minutes of my life, waiting for Gina to return.
In my head, I desperately wondered if she would still like me
next summer. What if she met someone, someone at her school, that
she liked more than me? What if they moved to another city, and
didn't come back to the camp?
Twenty minutes is a lot of time to ask yourself "what if...?"
"This afternoon, do you wanna hang out down at the lake?" Erin
suddenly asked.
I blinked to clear my eyes and then turned to stare at her.
"You said you wanted to hang out with me. You asked me," she said,
getting defensive again.
I smiled. I knew what she was trying to do, and I might not have
been able to thank her out loud, but I felt it in my heart. "Yeah,
we can hang out by the lake," I said, letting her distract me
from my maudlin thoughts.
"Do you think maybe," she asked slyly, "you could ask Kendall to
join us?"
I looked at her, confused.
"And maybe... she could see if Drew wanted to hang out too."
I laughed, all my pent-up tension suddenly released by Erin's
simple, yet sly, request. "Yeah, Erin, I think I can ask Kendall
if she and Drew wanna hang out," I said, sadness coloring my tone.
"Good. 'Cause he is so cool. And so cute. And I never get to..."
I tuned her out, happy for the distraction, but I found that my
thoughts lingered on Gina.
"Paul? Erin?" Mom called from within the clubhouse.
We both stood up quickly, and Erin gave me a comforting smile.
"Thanks, Erin." I didn't, couldn't, say more.
She knew what I meant. She smiled and nodded.
I opened the screen door for her, and we stepped into the cool
dimness of the clubhouse.
Gina and her parents were there, with her sisters, talking to my
folks. When Erin and I came in, they all looked at us. Gina's
parents smiled and turned back to their conversation with Mom and
Dad. Kara gave Gina a not-so-subtle shove, and she started
walking toward me. Erin went to talk to Leah, and then I was all
alone with Gina.
She looked even more beautiful now that she was dressed. There
was something deliciously naughty about seeing her in clothes,
when I knew what she looked like without them. The yellow shorts
really did look good on her, accenting her beautiful, tanned legs,
and the tank top _was_ too small for her chest. I realized, with
a silent chuckle, that I could easily see her brown nipples
poking through it. The shirt hugged her flat stomach and
accentuated her tanned complexion. Her hair was pulled back in a
short ponytail, the wispy fringes hanging down and framing her
face.
My panicked thoughts from earlier came rushing back, and I felt
like I was going to stop breathing. She walked toward me and
extended her hand. It was only then that I noticed that she held
a lavender envelope.
"It's my address," she said tentatively.
I swallowed hard and ruthlessly forced down my rising panic. I
nodded and took the envelope, my mouth suddenly dry.
I wordlessly opened my arms and she pressed herself against me,
laying her head on my chest and throwing her arms around my torso.
She squeezed me and I kissed the top of her head, inhaling her
scent.
All too soon, we parted. She smiled up at me through tear-filled
eyes and sniffled.
"I promised myself that I wouldn't cry," she said, laughing to
keep the tears at bay.
I put my hand against her cheek and she pressed her face against
it. She squeezed her eyelids shut and a tear escaped, rolling
down her cheek. With my thumb, I gently wiped it off. She opened
her eyes and smiled sadly, thick, dark lashes filled with the
moisture of her unshed tears.
"My mom's got your address, from your mom," she said, her voice
thick with emotion.
I nodded silently.
"And she said we could call every once in a while, if you want
to..."
I nodded again. I didn't trust myself to speak. The only thought
running through my head was that I never wanted her to leave. And
I knew she had to. Soon. She understood, and wordlessly put her
face against my chest, sniffling again.
"I'll write to you every day," she said.
"Me too."
What else was there to say?
I was scared and uncertain, and my eyes stung with unshed tears.
I blinked to clear them and held her, the girl I'd had a crush on
as far back as I could remember. I held her for what seemed like
such a short time.
And then, it was time for her to go. Her family had loaded the
last of their kitchen baskets in their car, and said their last
goodbyes. Over Gina's shoulder, I could see them waiting, making
small talk with my family. Mom caught my glance and gestured with
her eyes. I nodded, somberly, and kissed the top of Gina's head.
"Your family's ready to go."
She nodded, her smooth face rubbing against my own smooth chest,
and drew a ragged breath, stepping back.
We walked to our gathered families and I said goodbye to hers
while she did the same with mine. We followed them out to their
station wagon, muttering pleasantries. With a sinking feeling in
my gut, I watched them get in the car, with Gina in the middle of
the back seat.
Her father started the station wagon, and Gina and I exchanged
waves one last time. As they were driving off, Gina's head sagged
and I watched as Kara put her arm around her sister. I knew Gina
was crying, now, and my heart ached because I couldn't comfort
her. I felt empty and alone, and scared, and knew that no one
could possibly understand.
I loved her, and I knew she loved me.
Would she still love me, next year?
Next year was a lifetime away.
-----
Copyright (c) 2002-2006 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.
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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
Part: Chapter 07
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mF, FF, teen, oral, anal, exhib, nc
Revision: 2.1
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Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
by Nick Scipio
CHAPTER SEVEN
When the women returned from the bedroom, Susan was leading a
very shy Stacy. Stacy was wearing tight cut-off shorts and a
button-up shirt, tied loosely under her breasts.
Sensing that she needed a little encouragement, I let my
appreciation show on my face.
"Wow! You look really, really good," I said. It was true. Very
true.
I could barely see the inner curve of her smallish breasts, and
even though she was very slim, her hips still flared a little,
and her stomach was gymnast-flat.
With a little coaching and encouragement from Susan, she was soon
walking in front of me, toying with the opening of her shirt, and
flashing me quick views of her braless breasts.
"The key is," Susan said, "you've got to make it look like
revealing yourself is an accident. If people don't know you're
doing it on purpose, it's even more exciting."
Stacy nodded and tried to look more nonchalant as she exposed
herself to me, tentatively at first, but then with growing
confidence.
"Let's go pick out another outfit," Susan said, and led the
younger woman back toward the bedroom again.
This time, when they emerged, Stacy was still wearing the short
cut-offs, but she now had on a lacy tube top. The cream-colored
material was completely sheer, and I could see almost every
detail of her breasts. Her breasts were much smaller than Susan's,
shaped like champagne glasses, but her nipples were large and
very puffy; little cones standing out from the flesh of each
breast.
Stacy was obviously embarrassed at being exposed like this in
front of me. That is, until Susan leaned up and whispered
something in her ear. Stacy dropped her eyes to look at my crotch.
My hard cock was clearly making an awkward lump in my shorts, and
upon seeing it, Stacy's eyes widened. A small smile crept over
her expression, and I could see she was actually beginning to
enjoy herself.
Susan showed her how to arch her back and stretch so that her
nipples poked at the sheer fabric and threatened to tear through.
With a turn, Susan led Stacy back to the bedroom once more.
When they returned this time, Stacy was wearing a pair of cut-off
overalls; and that was all. Without a shirt on, I could clearly
see almost all of her breasts. Her nipples were discreetly
covered by the buckles of the straps, but otherwise, she was
completely exposed.
When she turned to walk in front of me, I could see that her
nipples were pushing out the straps, and from this angle, she
might as well have been topless.
"You're very, very pretty," I said.
"Oh, Paul," Susan said to me from slightly behind Stacy, "you
don't know the half of it. She's beautiful."
With that, Susan began unfastening the buttons on the sides of
the overalls, first one side then the other. That accomplished,
she reached up to cup the younger woman's breasts, under the
straps. Stacy closed her eyes and moaned. When Susan released
Stacy's breasts, she whispered something in her ear.
As Susan stepped back and began to untie her robe, Stacy reached
up with one trembling hand and began to undo the metal buttons
holding up the front of the overalls.
When she released the first one, that side of the overall bib
dropped to reveal her breast to me in all its glory. With shaking
hands, she fumbled with the other button. After a few attempts,
she got the hang of it and released the only button holding the
overalls on her body.
With the release of the second strap, the bib fell completely
down, revealing her chest to my appreciative gaze. With a wiggle
of her hips, the cut-off overalls slid over the slight flare of
her hips and piled on the floor at her ankles. Her breasts, with
their puffy pink nipples, were accentuated by her narrow ribcage,
flat stomach and almost boyish hips. She wasn't skinny, with
bones showing through, but more slim, with a tuft of brown pubic
hair at the junction of her legs.
Susan reached around the other woman's torso to cup her breasts,
gently tweaking Stacy's nipples.
"Do you mind if Paul joins us?" Susan asked gently.
Stacy looked down at the obvious bulge in my shorts and her eyes
widened in panic for a moment. Quickly, she regained control of
her emotions and asked, "He's not big, is he? I mean, really
big?"
"Would you like to see for yourself?" Susan asked over the
younger woman's shoulder, her face very close to Stacy's.
Stacy nodded jerkily and Susan looked at me, telling me to stand
up with a flick of her eyes. I stood and pulled my shirt over my
head. I was worried that Stacy wouldn't like me because I was a
little bit chubby, but I suppressed that thought and hooked my
thumbs in the elastic of my shorts and underwear. With one motion,
I lowered both my shorts and underwear and stepped out, tossing
them on top of my shirt.
As I stood, my erection flopped free and I stood in all my naked
glory in front of an almost-complete stranger.
I imagined that there was no way in the world my modest dick
would be too big for anyone, but still...
For a few moments, Stacy didn't answer, and I shifted nervously
from foot to foot.
Finally, she nodded jerkily, her eyes locked on my erection. She
gulped and then spoke in a quiet, timid voice, "Randy had a
really big dick, and most of the time, he made it hurt."
"Paul would never do that," Susan said, smiling at me.
"Okay," Stacy said tentatively.
"You have such a beautiful body," Susan said as she dropped one
hand to gently caress Stacy's pussy.
Stacy moaned, then seemed to regain control.
"I have got to touch you," she said to Susan. "Ever since I first
saw you yesterday, I've wanted to touch you."
"Mmmmmm, that'd be nice," Susan practically purred.
With that, Stacy turned and quickly dropped to her knees in front
of Susan. Susan watched in shock as the younger woman descended,
clearly not expecting that reaction.
Stacy gently probed at Susan's smooth labia, and Susan spread her
legs slightly to give the other woman better access.
I watched, fascinated, as Stacy gently probed and manipulated
Susan's pussy. Susan bit her lower lip as the younger woman
started gently kissing and stroking her shaved pussy.
Susan was getting unsteady on her feet, and gently pushed Stacy
back from her ministrations.
"Let me sit on the couch," Susan said, looking down at the young
brunette.
Stacy nodded mutely.
Susan walked over to sit on the couch to my right, spreading her
legs slightly as she sat. I watched raptly as Stacy scooted over
on her knees to place herself directly in front of Susan's spread
labia. I was fascinated watching the younger woman tentatively
licking Susan's pussy.
I'd heard of giving a woman head, but to be honest, until then I
hadn't really understood what was supposed to happen. As I
watched Stacy gently probe and lick Susan, I began to get the
idea.
I would have to try that sometime, I decided to myself--
especially after I saw the look of blissful oblivion on Susan's
face.
Stacy gently parted the folds of Susan's pussy with her fingers
and then darted her tongue out to lick the exposed flesh of
Susan's inner labia. Susan shuddered at the contact. I watched as
Stacy's tongue circled the hood at the top of Susan's pussy,
paying attention to Susan's reaction as the younger woman did so.
Susan rested her right hand on top of Stacy's head and moaned in
pleasure as the younger woman increased her pace, now gently
probing two fingers into the depths of Susan's pussy. With her
left hand, Susan reached out and began to stroke my erection.
The look on Stacy's face as she slowly licked and probed Susan's
pussy mirrored Susan's own look of ecstasy. I was fascinated,
watching the younger woman perform.
Suddenly, Stacy looked up at me, her eyes wild, and all of a
sudden, I was afraid she would ask me to leave.
"It's been so long...," she moaned. "I want you to fuck me. Will
you fuck little Stacy?" she crooned at me.
I nodded hastily, glad that she wasn't mad at me, and began to
move behind her. From between Susan's spread thighs, Stacy looked
back at me.
"Just don't come inside me," Stacy said. "Okay?"
When I nodded again, she put her hands back on Susan's thighs and
returned to her ministrations.
I got down on my knees behind Stacy, marveling at her slim hips
and shapely ass. My penis pointed like a hot poker at her
upturned bottom, and I shuffled forward until my dick touched her
wiry pubic hair.
Always with Susan, she was very wet and ready for me when I slid
into her from behind. I fumbled a bit with Stacy, trying to find
the right angle. I reached down with my right hand and grasped
the base of my penis, sawing my shaft along her pussy lips.
I felt her moisture on my dick and then I felt her pussy open up,
and my dick easily slipped inside her. Her pussy was much tighter
than Susan's, almost painfully tight, and as I thrust myself
inside her, I heard Stacy suck in her breath.
She dropped her head and I slowed my pace, pulling back a little
and then pushing forward a little. With each slow thrust forward,
I would enter her a little further. Finally, I had sunk the
length of my shaft into her vise-like pussy. I put my hands on
her hips and simply held still.
She raised her head and resumed licking and sucking Susan's pussy,
so I took that as my sign to begin slowly, gently pumping my dick
into her.
Her pussy loosened up a little as I began thrusting into her, but
I still kept my movements slow and deliberate. When I looked up,
Susan was completely oblivious to the world around her. She had
her eyes closed and was rolling her head from side to side on the
back of the couch.
With my hands on Stacy's hips, I slowly slid my cock into her
pussy, then withdrew it until only the head was inside. I looked
up at Susan again, and she was kneading her breasts with her
hands, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger.
Maintaining my deliberate pace, I began to run my hands up and
down Stacy's flanks. Susan began moaning, quickly rolling her
head from side to side as her pleasure increased. I couldn't see
what Stacy was doing, but I decided that I wanted to learn how to
do it too.
I began to wonder where I was going to come, since Stacy had
asked me not to come inside her. I intended to respect her
request, but I had few options that wouldn't make a mess.
In any event, Susan began to shudder with signs I recognized,
signs of her impending orgasm. I buried my dick in Stacy's pussy
to slow things down a bit and watched as Susan's orgasm built.
Before, I'd always been up close and personal when she began to
come. Now, I was several feet away, with a lovely young woman
bent over in front of me; I had a ringside seat for Susan in the
throes of her orgasm.
A deep flush spread over her face and chest, turning the tanned
flesh a ruddy color. The muscles of her belly began to contract
and she held on to Stacy's head with both hands. With a tearing
moan, Susan arched her back and thrust her legs straight out,
curling her toes.
Her moan turned into a low scream as her orgasm built, and her
head started thrashing from side to side. All of a sudden, she
froze and bent forward at the waist, lifting her shoulders off
the couch. She slowly hissed through clenched teeth as waves of
pleasure washed over her.
As suddenly as she had stopped moving, she fell limp, an
explosive breath escaping her lungs. I was dumbfounded. I'd never
really watched a woman have an orgasm. Oh, I'd seen it before, a
time or two, but I'd never paid close attention to the signals
and reactions. I filed things away in my brain for later use, and
returned my attention to the girl I was currently deep inside.
Susan was limp on the couch, breathing heavily, and effectively
dead to the world. Stacy pulled forward, pulling off my cock and
I had a moment of panic that we were finished. I hadn't come yet!
Stacy pulled her right leg forward and pivoted on her hips,
rolling onto her back. She motioned me back a few feet and then
she scooted her hips so that her pussy was directly in front of
me again.
My penis was quivering with the need to release, coated with our
combined juices. Stacy spread her legs and put her knees up,
motioning for me to enter her. I leaned forward and she reached
between us to grasp my slick member. I put my hands down to
either side of her and felt her place the tip of my penis at the
opening of her pussy.
With a groan, I plunged into her slowly. She wrapped her calves
around my ass and crossed her ankles, holding me tight, my entire
cock buried in her pussy.
She reached up and cradled my face with her hands and looked into
my eyes. I could smell Susan on her fingers and the scent made me
dizzy for a moment. When my head cleared, I was looking down into
beautiful brown eyes.
"You're not really seventeen, are you?" she asked softly, looking
into my eyes.
"No," I said, panic welling up in me that if she knew the truth
she wouldn't have sex with me. All things considered, it was too
late for that, but that's how my young, and unsure, mind worked.
"I didn't think so. How old are you?"
"Sixteen," I lied.
She simply shook her head.
I caved. "Fifteen." Panic tore through my thoughts, panic that
she would reject me because I was too young.
She must've seen the panic on my face, for she stroked my boyish
cheeks and smiled up at me.
"Okay, Mr. Fifteen," she said, grinning, "you fuck pretty good."
My panic turned to relief, and I felt the warm flush of blood as
I blushed at her compliment.
"Finish off nice and slow. Randy was so big, dumb, and fast that
I never really got to enjoy it," she said. "You're... nice," she
said, wiggling her hips beneath me. "Just the right size."
"Thanks."
"Mmm hmm. I'm not on the pill or anything, so just come on my
stomach when you're ready. Okay?"
I nodded and began to slowly withdraw my cock as she relaxed her
legs, releasing me to begin thrusting into her. I pulled out of
her as slowly as I could, then thrust back into her, seating my
dick in her pussy.
She licked her lips and closed her eyes.
"Mmmmm, that's nice."
I didn't say anything, preferring to concentrate on not coming
too soon. When I felt that I was close, I would sink my cock into
her and hold myself inside her, waiting for the sensation to die
down.
Finally, I could hold out no longer and I felt my come boiling up
inside my belly. I thrust into her once, quickly, felt my come
rising, and withdrew my cock hastily.
Once free of the confines of her tight pussy, my dick sprang up
to slap my stomach and I ground my pelvis forward as I felt the
beginnings of my orgasm.
Stacy reached down with her right hand and wrapped it around my
manhood. She squeezed gently and began to stroke me. All of a
sudden, I felt my come erupt.
As the waves of pleasure broke over me, I squeezed my eyes shut,
enjoying the sensation as geyser after geyser of my semen gushed
from my penis. I came hard, and the spurts seemed to last forever.
I felt Stacy jerk beneath me and cry out in shock, but she kept
stroking my pulsing organ.
When my orgasm subsided, I opened my eyes. I was amazed at the
sight before me. And upon seeing my face, Stacy began laughing.
Apparently, my first shot of come had sailed up and struck her in
the forehead, splattering into her hair. The next shot must've
hit her right in the middle of her chin. There were droplets of
my semen all over her face, and all the way from her neck down to
where my still-twitching penis was cradled in her hand.
"Wow!" she said up at me, laughing.
The look of her beautiful face with my semen on it was so
incredibly erotic. It was like I had marked her as _my_ territory.
"Would you get me a towel?" she asked, gently squeezing my penis
for effect.
"Uh, sure," I stammered and climbed out from between her legs.
When I returned from the kitchen with a dishtowel, she was
sitting up on her elbows. Once again, the sight of her lithe body
with my semen splattering it was very arousing, and I felt my
penis twitch.
Stacy noticed too. "Down boy!" she chided gently, teasingly.
I got down on my knees between her still spread thighs and handed
her the towel. She wiped her face first; then she cleaned down
her neck, between her breasts, and finally wiped off her flat
stomach.
She sat up and scooted her hips back, then leaned forward to
clean my penis too. She was very gentle as she wiped me off.
"Mmmmmm, I didn't realize how much I missed that," she sighed.
"Especially when I don't have a jackhammer between my legs," she
said, referring to the unlamented Randy.
-----
I looked up at Susan and saw that she had curled up on the couch.
Her eyes were open, and sparkling with silent laughter. She put
her finger to her lips and silently bought my silence.
Stacy pushed me from between her legs, gently directing me until
I lay on my back on the floor. She then lay down next to me,
snuggling up to my right side. I awkwardly put my arm around her
shoulders and lay there silently, not knowing what else to do.
Stacy was quiet for many minutes, the only sound her soft,
rhythmic breathing. I was trying not to fall asleep; the warmth
of the afternoon coupled with my powerful orgasm nearly did me in.
I felt Stacy quietly shudder and draw a deep breath. She slowly
exhaled, and then I felt little tremors as I held her against me.
I felt the hot wash of her tears on my chest and I did the only
thing that I could think of--I held her tight and kept my mouth
shut. Her crying was silent, and it wracked me with anguish that
there was nothing I could do about it. I just held her close and
let her silently cry.
A tendril of panic began to gnaw at me. What if I'd somehow done
something to cause her pain?! I went back over everything that
had happened in the last hour, but I could think of nothing I'd
done or said that would cause her to cry.
But afraid as I was that I'd done something wrong, I was more
afraid of her reaction if I'd let her go. I felt in my bones that
she needed someone to simply hold her while she shed her silent
tears.
After perhaps five minutes, her tremors subsided and she sniffled.
With her free right hand, she reached up and wiped her eyes. She
sat up partially and I was afraid that she was going to let me go.
But she only reached back behind her for the towel.
She wiped her face and then smiled up at me with red-rimmed eyes,
bright with her tears. Then she let out a rueful laugh as she
wiped her salty tears from my chest. She blew her nose into the
towel, crumpled it up, and tossed it toward the kitchen.
She lay back down against me and held me tightly. I didn't know
what to say, or what to do for that matter, so I just wrapped my
arm around her and squeezed.
She lay quietly for some time, sniffling every once in a while
and idly tracing her finger in patterns across my abdomen.
"Randy used to be nice," she said, her voice husky with emotion.
"But toward the end, when he was drinking all the time, things
got really bad."
She shuddered at the memory, drawing a deep, ragged breath.
"He'd come home from the bar sometimes, and he'd expect me to do
him. When I wouldn't, he'd slap me, hard. And then he'd bend me
over, rip my shorts off, and do what he wanted to anyway. He got
tired of my screams when he didn't use lube, so he started using
Johnson's Baby Oil."
She stopped abruptly and unexpectedly laughed, a short bark of
cruel laughter. "I used to love the smell of the stuff, but now I
gag whenever I smell it."
She was silent for a moment, and I could feel her emotions draw
her body taut against me.
"He used to fuck me in the ass," she said matter of factly. "He
knew it got me off, but he was always mean about it. He'd come
home drunk and he'd go looking for the baby oil. I used to try to
hide it, thinking that he wouldn't fuck me if he couldn't find
the oil. But that only made him madder, and he'd slap me harder
and dry fuck me. That hurt enough that I stopped hiding the oil.
"But he'd come home and go straight for the baby oil. I knew what
was coming, and by then I'd finally decided to stop having my
panties ripped off so I'd wait for him in just a t-shirt. The
dumb bastard thought that meant I wanted what I knew he was gonna
give me."
Her voice fairly dripped with contempt.
"So he'd shove me over the kitchen table, oil up his monster of a
dick, and ram it straight into me. I'd get off on it, which was
the problem. He hated it that I'd get off, and he'd really ram it
into me, hurting me. Randy had all his brains in his dick. It was
big enough!
"That wasn't the worst of it though. He used to hang out with
these two guys, Leon and Little Steve. Leon was a bully too, and
sadistic. Steve was nicer, but he had this mean streak in him too.
I guess that's why the three of them got along so well.
"The three of them decided that they could drink cheaper if they
bought beer and drank it at the rat hole apartment where Randy
and I lived. And I was their entertainment."
She paused, remembering, and I felt her quivering rage.
"Randy, that prick, loved fucking me in front of them. I guess it
was his way of showing that he _owned_ me. And then he got
generous," she said with a snort of contempt. "He offered me to
Leon. Randy held me down while Leon fucked me. Leon was big too,
and wide, and he hurt more than Randy, 'cause he was trying to
hurt me.
"When Leon was done, Little Steve got his piece too. Leon and
Randy called him 'Little' Steve because his dick was only big,
not really big. Of all three of those dumbass bastards, Steve was
the only one who was ever nice to me. He'd actually apologize
after he screwed me, real quiet so the others couldn't hear. As
if that made things better!
"He was nice to me until he figured out that I didn't like the
taste of come. I mean, I'd rather drink shampoo than swallow come.
Little Steve wanted me to suck him off, and I told him, promising
to fuck him good if he'd only not make me suck him off.
"Then he got this real mean look on his face and smacked me hard.
He told me that if I didn't 'open up and say ahh,' he'd cut my
throat. That got Leon and Randy to sit up and take notice. After
that, I think they had more fun coming in my mouth than they did
fucking me until I couldn't walk.
"They'd sit around on their asses, drinking beer, and make me
suck them off, holding my head down until I'd swallowed. And if I
gagged, they'd slap me around even worse. After one of 'em would
come in my mouth, they'd all laugh their asses off; dumb bastards.
"I'd always get 'em beers though. After a while, Randy wouldn't
let me wear clothes when Leon and Little Steve were over, and
they'd pinch and poke me when they weren't doing worse. But I
knew that sooner or later, they'd get too drunk to get it up, or
they'd pass out, and then they'd leave me alone.
"And then, one day about two years ago, May 22, he was gone.
Randy, Leon, and Little Steve got the bright idea to fund their
drinking, none of them had jobs, by robbing a liquor store. There
was an off-duty State Trooper in the store, and things went bad.
Or good, depending on how you look at it," she laughed ruefully.
"Leon killed the store owner, the Trooper killed Leon, and Randy
and Steve high-tailed it outta there. The police came by looking
for Randy, but I never saw him again.
"I packed up my clothes and walked out of that shit hole
apartment and never looked back. I took that asshole's car,
though, 'cause I knew he loved it more than he ever loved me. And
you know what the funny part is?" she asked, looking up at me,
her eyes and nose still red.
I merely shook my head.
"I never cried once, while they were doing all those awful things
to me. Not once," she said fiercely. "Not until now."
She became silent for a few moments, then continued.
"For a long time, I thought I hated men. I certainly hated Randy,
Leon, and Little Steve. I was with this woman, a lesbian, who
saved my life. She really did hate men. Without her, I think I
would've curled up and died. I liked it, for a time. She was what
I needed, and I'll always love her for it.
"But when Daddy died and I got the insurance money, I knew what I
wanted to do and I started doing it. The woman I was living with
had figured out that I didn't really hate men, not like she did,
and we decided to part as friends. I got this place, and I
enrolled in the Junior College, and I'm gonna make something of
myself," she said fiercely. "I don't know if there is a God or
not, not after what I've gone through, but if there is, He's
given me an extra chance, and I'm gonna take it!"
With that, she got very quiet, and the only sounds I heard were
her occasional snuffles.
Slowly, tentatively, she reached down and grasped my flaccid
penis. She stroked it for a few seconds, but it remained limp.
Then she sat up to get a better angle.
When she did, she looked up at Susan on the couch, and she froze.
At the expression on her face, I sat up too, and looked back at
Susan.
Susan lay on the couch, her head cradled on her hands. Her eyes
were bright with tears; they had made tracks down her face. When
she saw us look up at her, she smiled and sat up.
"You heard?" Stacy asked simply.
Susan nodded silently, wiping the tears from her cheeks with her
fingers. Stacy sat back and crossed her legs, looking silently at
Susan.
"I think," Susan said, her voice hoarse, "that you're a very
brave young woman."
Stacy smiled a sad smile. "If what I been through is what it
takes to be brave, I don't ever wanna be brave again."
Susan's eyes brimmed with tears again, and she smiled a sad smile
of her own. "No, being brave is what it takes to make it through
what you've been through. Not what you get out of it."
"Yeah, well, fuck 'em all the same. Fuck Randy, and fuck dead
Leon, and fuck Little Steve."
"Fuck 'em," Susan said simply.
Stacy turned to me. "Fuck 'em," I said as well.
"Uh-uh, they're gone...," Stacy said. "Fuck me." Her expression
broke into an infectious grin, and she snuffled.
Susan snuffled in sympathy and began grinning herself. I couldn't
help but grin along with the two women, although I knew that
Stacy had far more to be happy about than I did. My relatively
comfortable life paled in comparison with hers, and I envied her
drive and determination.
Stacy broke my train of thought by suddenly standing.
"Wait here," she commanded me. I watched her lithe body as she
walked down the hall to the bathroom.
When she returned, she had a box of tissues, a hand towel, and a
small jar in her hands. She handed the tissues to Susan, who
gratefully accepted them, then set the towel and the jar aside.
With a wicked grin and a sniffle, she knelt at my hips. She
reached out and once again stroked my flaccid penis. When I
didn't react fast enough for her, she bent forward and
tentatively took the tip in her mouth.
I began to protest.
She took her mouth off me and sat up, still holding on to my limp
member. "What's the matter?" she asked, a touch of exasperation
in her voice.
"I thought you said that you hated... you know...," I said, pointing
at my dick.
"Giving head?"
I nodded.
"No, I love giving head. I hate having come in my mouth."
"Oh," I said, confused.
"Besides, I don't expect I'll give you long enough to let you
come in my mouth. I want something else from you," she said with
a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
With that, she bent forward again and resumed sucking. Soon
enough, she had me hard as steel. She wasn't as good as Susan,
her teeth scraped me a few times, and she didn't use her tongue
as much, but I have learned that there is no such thing as bad
head. There's only good head and better head. So I leaned back
and enjoyed the good head she was giving me.
True to her word, before I was even beginning to think about
coming, she sat up, still gripping my erection. With her left
hand, she reached behind her to fetch the towel and the jar.
When she released my prick to open the jar, I saw that it was
Vaseline.
When she got it open, she looked at me very seriously. "I want
you to fuck me in the ass. I want to come with you in my ass.
Will you do that for me?"
I'd never even thought of putting my dick in a woman's ass, but
at the moment, with my erection doing most of the thinking for me,
I mutely nodded my enthusiasm.
"Good," she said, dipping two fingers into the jar and bringing
them out with a dollop of the jelly.
She began rubbing the Vaseline onto my dick, stroking and coating
the entire surface of my cock.
When she had my entire manhood covered in a layer of Vaseline,
she looked at me seriously, picking up the towel to wipe her
hands.
"Go slowly, especially when you first enter me. It's been... a long
time... since I had anyone back there."
I nodded mutely and she got up on her hands and knees, looking
expectantly at me over her shoulder. When I got up to move behind
her, I looked at Susan. She smiled at me, her expression speaking
volumes, her eyes gently laughing at me. She extended her hand in
a "be my guest" gesture and her smiled broadened.
I moved between Stacy's legs and shuffled toward her upturned ass.
Her cheeks were spread wide and I could see her little pink
pucker winking up at me. With my right hand, I grasped the base
of my slick cock and aimed it at her ass.
When I set the tip against her rectum, she hissed with pleasure.
My hand still steadying my penis, I begin to push forward. I met
tremendous resistance, and began to wonder how I was ever going
to get my dick inside her, no matter how hard I was. When I was
about to pull back and try again, her ass allowed the head of my
prick to enter.
Stacy let out a low moan and shuddered. My dick safely inside her,
I put both my hands on her hips and began to slowly rock back and
forth. This didn't really move my cock inside her so much as it
put pressure on her, and she moaned again.
"Okay," she said through clenched teeth, "go easy." The last
syllable was drawn out into a hiss as I began to slowly inch
deeper into her ass.
As I had with her pussy, I would enter her a little further, then
withdraw. Then with my next thrust, I would push a little deeper
into her. In a few minutes, my dick was buried in her ass.
It was incredibly tight, tighter even than her pussy had been,
and her ass gripped my cock like a fist.
I held her hips and kept her ass tight against my hips as she
panted. Once again, I marveled at her lithe body, the gentle
curve of her back before me. I looked up at Susan and saw her
smiling at me, one hand gently caressing her nipple.
"Okay," Stacy said, once she had regained her breath, "go slow."
I slowly withdrew my entire length from her and she groaned deep
in her chest. I then thrust my hips forward, slowly impaling her
on my length again. She shuddered under my hands as I repeated
the motion and picked up a slow rhythm.
Every time my hips would press against her ass as I fully buried
myself in her ass, she would cry out in pleasure. I maintained my
slow, deliberate pace, enjoying her outbursts as I thrust myself
into her.
"Mmmmmm, that feels nice," she said, her head down. "You can go a
little faster, if you want."
I wanted.
I quickened my pace slightly, still marveling at the tightness of
her ass. It was tighter and hotter than anything I'd ever felt. I
know that wasn't saying much, but I quickly realized that I was
really enjoying fucking her in the ass.
"Faster," she pleaded over her shoulder.
Faster I gave her. Soon, I was pumping my slick cock into her
with powerful strokes. She would whimper each time my hips
slammed into her ass and buried my cock up to the root inside her.
I didn't know how long I could hold out at this pace, but I
resolved to do my best.
"I... want... you... to... come... in... my... ass...," she panted between
thrusts. "Come... in... my... assssssssssssss!"
With those words, I slammed my prick deep into her ass and
gripped her hips tightly, feeling my eruption welling up in my
belly. With a grunt of my own, I let loose inside her.
As I began to come, I felt her shudder powerfully and she moaned
long and low. I knew she was coming, but I was mostly oblivious
as I spent myself within the furnace of her ass.
When I finally finished coming, she was still quaking and
whimpering with pleasure. I collapsed on top of her, supporting
myself with one arm while I wrapped my right hand around her
chest to cup her pert breasts.
We panted in unison with the power of our orgasms, my dick still
hard in her ass.
Very quietly, as if to herself, I heard her say, "Screw you,
Randy. That's how you shoulda fucked me in the ass."
I was dimly aware of Susan getting up from the couch, but it
wasn't until she returned quietly that I fully realized that
she'd been gone.
I slowly straightened and began to ease my half-hard dick out of
Stacy's ass. She moaned with a mixture of pleasure and pain as I
withdrew. When I felt my dick pop from her ass, I realized that
Susan was kneeling beside me.
I felt a warm wetness on my shrinking penis, and looked down in
shock. I relaxed as I saw that Susan had a warm, soapy washcloth
and was gently cleaning my cock. When she finished, she wiped me
off with another wet washcloth. She then folded the soapy cloth
in half and began to clean Stacy too.
When she finished, she stood and walked back toward the bathroom.
I sat back and folded my legs Indian-style as Stacy rolled over
to sit with her back against the couch. Susan returned shortly
and joined us on the floor, sitting with her knees together and
her legs folded to one side.
-----
We chatted for a while, but as it was getting late in the
afternoon, Susan sent me a look that said "we need to go soon."
I reluctantly agreed.
Stacy could sense the direction of the conversation and stood
gracefully, retrieving the white robe Susan had discarded earlier.
She belted the thin fabric around her lithe frame and stepped to
the door of the trailer. She quickly returned with Susan's dry
skirt and panties.
Susan put on her panties as I began searching for where my own
clothes had ended up.
"Hold on a second, Mr. Fifteen," Stacy said.
Susan looked at me archly.
I shrugged.
"I forced it out of him," Stacy said to Susan.
The day before, I'd told Susan that I'd lied to Stacy about my
age, and Susan had thought that best at the time.
"He's easy like that, isn't he?" Susan said to Stacy, clearly
enjoying herself at my expense.
"Uh-huh," Stacy said cheerfully.
Turning back to me, she stepped close, pressing her thinly-
covered nipples against my chest. She reached up and put her hand
on the back of my neck and pulled my head down. I watched with
fascination as she closed her eyes, tilted her head to the side
and parted her lips slightly. She stood on tiptoes and crushed
her lips against mine.
I had kissed girls before, but never like this. Those earlier
kisses were furtive and experimental. This kiss... now this was a
kiss! Her lips were tender and gentle as she kissed me with a
slight pressure.
I wish I could remember more details about that kiss, but
unfortunately, I can't. I can only remember the feeling that
flooded my body, beginning with my mouth. As our lips were locked
together, slightly parted, I could feel her tongue dart out and
caress mine. My penis, untouched, began to grow, and soon was
pressed against the slick fabric covering her pussy.
Finally, she broke the kiss and I inhaled a great gulp of air.
I'm sure I looked for all the world like a poleaxed ox as I gazed
down into her beautiful face. She licked her lips and then slowly
opened her eyes, meeting my own and smiling up at me.
"Mmmmm," she said dreamily. "I've missed that too."
She withdrew her hand from the back of my neck and stepped back a
half-step. Looking down at my erection, she laughed and looked
back up at my face. I blushed furiously.
"Did you like that?" she asked, her eyes teasing me.
I could only nod.
"Me too."
As Stacy stepped back another pace, we both turned to look at
Susan, who was grinning at the two of us.
I blushed a deeper red and quickly resumed looking for my
discarded clothing.
"Are you really a friend of his mother's?" Stacy asked, turning
to Susan.
"Yes."
"Wow. Cool."
"Mmm hmm."
I finally found my clothes, and began putting them on as the two
women talked.
"I'd like...," Stacy began, then paused to summon her courage. "I'd
like to see you again."
"I'd like that too," Susan said. "We'll be back in town Wednesday,
to pick up our order from the hardware store."
"Both of you? Great!" Stacy gushed. I reminded myself that while
she might be several years older than I was, she was still very
young. "I'll switch shifts with another girl at the store. I'll
get off at two."
"Do you want us to pick you up at the store?"
"That'd be great."
"Okay, we'll see you at the store at two on Wednesday," Susan
said.
With that, she leaned forward and kissed Susan on the cheek. She
then turned to me and gave me another smoldering kiss on the lips.
I could feel her nipples boring into me through the thin fabric
of her robe and my t-shirt. The kiss wasn't as long as the first
she'd given me, but it lasted quite a bit longer than any other
kiss I'd ever had.
"Thank you," she said to me in a quiet voice as she released me.
I didn't exactly know what she was thanking me for, but I was
polite enough to know to just say, "You're welcome."
Susan and I headed out to the station wagon, and Stacy waved to
us from the door to her trailer. In her thin white robe, she
looked even more beautiful than before.
With waves of our own, we got in and slowly drove away.
"I think she likes you," Susan said to me as we turned onto the
main road, half teasing, half serious.
I blushed furiously and didn't say a word.
-----
Copyright (c) 2002-2006 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.
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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
Part: Chapter 03
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mF, teen, oral, mast
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Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
by Nick Scipio
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning, Mom once again made sure that I was awake in
time to get to Aunt Susan's for breakfast. While Mom was in the
bathroom, I quietly opened my dresser drawer and extracted a pair
of red shorts. I quickly rolled them up, said goodbye to Mom
through the bathroom door, and bolted out the screen door,
letting it slam shut behind me (Erin wasn't going to sleep in if
I could help it!).
All the way down the hill and past the clubhouse, I carefully
schooled my thoughts, focusing on mundane subjects. I didn't want
a repeat of yesterday's near-continuous erection.
When I entered the courtyard, I saw through the kitchen door
window that the lights were on and Aunt Susan was already moving
about. I opened the screen door and knocked gently on the glass.
Aunt Susan turned from the stove and waved for me to enter. Much
to my dismay, she was wearing a pair of bikini bottoms.
She greeted me with a smile, and used the spatula she held in one
hand to point to the roll of red cloth I clutched.
"What's that?" she asked good-naturedly.
I let the shorts unroll from my hand and held them up for her to
see. As soon as she recognized the shorts, she laughed. Her
lighthearted laughter was at my expense, but it wasn't mean. She
turned back to the stove quickly, scooped something out of the
pan, and set it on the plate next to her.
That done, she turned to face me, still grinning. She came around
the kitchen table to where I was standing just inside the door.
She put her hand out, took the shorts from my grasp, and met my
eyes.
"I think we'll be fine without these," she said lightly, pointing
toward her bikini bottoms. "You don't have to spend the day
working around my... nakedness," she said with a wink.
I blushed, but returned her grin. She set the shorts on the
counter and returned to the stove. She then picked up two plates
of French toast and sausage links, and set them on the table. She
pointed to the drawer containing the silverware, which I opened
while she poured glasses of milk.
We ate our breakfast and talked about what we needed to do that
day. In the morning, we planned to transplant storm-damaged
plants into new pots and move them to the courtyard. After lunch,
we would tackle the fiberglass roofing over the back patio.
After we finished breakfast and cleaned the dishes, we headed out
to the courtyard to begin transplanting.
-----
We spent most of the morning on our knees. When we weren't
digging by the side of the courtyard or the house, we were in the
courtyard itself, putting potting soil in pots and filling them
with flowers and plants. It wasn't especially hard work, but it
certainly was dirty. By the time lunchtime rolled around, we were
both covered in dirt. But all the plants she wanted to move were
moved, and Aunt Susan headed inside to fetch two towels.
When she returned, she hung the towels on the dowels set into the
wall of the house and bent to strip off her bikini bottoms. She
stepped onto the terra-cotta tiles and turned on the water. She
moved into the spray and gasped as the cold water rushed over her.
While she rinsed off her front, holding her feet under the water,
I prayed not to get an erection.
When Aunt Susan turned to face me, tilted her head back into the
stream of cold water, and raised her arms to smooth her hair back,
I lost it. The sights of her raised and water-slick breasts--her
nipples fully erect from the cold--and her smooth pussy were more
than enough to demolish any self-control I might have hoped to
maintain. With a groan, I felt my penis jerk and stiffen,
becoming fully erect in a matter of moments.
She stepped out of the flow of water and ran her hands over her
hair, wringing out the cold water, and opened her eyes to look at
me. At my guilty, embarrassed expression, her eyes dropped to my
stiff cock. She didn't say anything as she raised her eyes to my
own and then smiled sympathetically.
When she stepped to the side to retrieve her towel and I stepped
into the water she'd left running, she turned and said, "I hope
the cold water does you some good."
With a teasing chuckle, she began to dry off. The water was
shockingly cold, but it felt good washing off the dirt and grime
of our morning's exertions. As I turned to rinse my back, I
watched Aunt Susan bend over to dry her legs. I paused for a
second to appreciate her upturned ass, and then let my eyes drift
lower, to where her shaved pussy lips protruded between the tops
of her thighs. I could clearly see the shape of her labia, and
thought I could see her inner lips peeking out. The cold water
did little to discourage my erection, especially as I stared at
Aunt Susan's round white ass and smooth pussy.
I realized with a start, however, that she was no longer drying
her legs. With panic verging on terror, I realized she was
looking back at me, still bent over. Our eyes met and I knew she
must have realized what I had been looking at only a moment
before.
And then she winked at me!
I accidentally inhaled a mouthful of water and sputtered, trying
to catch my breath. When I finally stopped coughing, she was
laughing and wrapping the towel around her head. She stood up,
still laughing, and without a backward glance walked into the
kitchen.
I stood stock-still and tried to think of what to do. I was
mortified at being caught looking at her pussy. I stood in the
stream of cold water, oblivious to its chill, and wondered what I
was going to say to her. And then it dawned on me that she had
stood still, bent over, for several seconds after she had
finished drying her legs. When she caught me looking at her, she
was simply waiting, as if on display.
The realization came crashing over me. She _wanted_ me to look!
Despite the fact that I fervently wanted to jerk off right there
in the cold water of the shower, I was too exposed. At any time,
Aunt Susan could come to see what was keeping me, and I wasn't
ready for that kind of exhibition yet.
I shut off the cold water and quickly toweled off. As I dried my
hair, my mind was still awhirl, trying to rationalize the past
few minutes. I ran my fingers through my damp hair, hung the
towel on a peg, and headed for the kitchen door.
When I stepped into the chill of the air conditioning, Aunt Susan,
still completely nude, was at the counter making sandwiches.
She turned at the sound of my entrance, "How do bologna and
cheese sandwiches sound?"
"Uh... fine," I said in bewilderment. She was acting as if the
whole episode from a few minutes before simply hadn't happened. I
quickly decided that if she weren't going to say anything about
me staring at her pussy, then I wasn't going to either. I was
embarrassed enough as it was. But at the back of my mind, I
couldn't help but wonder why she'd done it.
-----
After we finished lunch, we cleaned the dishes and headed back
out to the courtyard.
"Since the 'cat is out of the bag,' so to speak," she said,
grinning at her own double entendre, "I'm just going to leave the
bikini off."
I blushed, and my erection throbbed.
"You don't mind, do you?" she asked mischievously, grinning at me.
I was at a loss for words, and she laughed again, obviously
enjoying my strangled expression as she headed back outside.
Once there, we went around the house to the back patio. There
were two wood four-by-fours holding up the frame of her patio
roof. The other end of the frame was anchored to the roof of the
house. Before the storm, it had been covered with green
corrugated fiberglass panels. Almost half of them had been blown
off and were strewn about the yard and the forest beyond.
We surveyed the scene and decided to go retrieve the missing
panels before getting the ladder. It took us almost two hours to
find them all. Some of them were near the patio, but the majority
of them had been blown further, caught like sails in the winds of
the storm. In the end, we found all but one.
When we had them stacked against the house, we walked back to the
garage (it was a detached building to the left of the walled
courtyard) to retrieve the ladder. I carried it around to the
patio and extended it up into the patio roof rafters, now devoid
of most of the top cover. As I set the ladder's feet on the
ground and leaned it against the wood of the rafter, Aunt Susan
motioned me around to the back of the ladder.
"You hold the ladder while I go up and check things out," she
directed.
I did as I was told. As she climbed the ladder, to get her head
above the level of the remaining panels, her slit was directly in
front of me. I enjoyed a close-up view of her smooth pussy. As
she swiveled her head above me, looking over the damaged roof, I
held the ladder in both hands and studied her hairless lips from
less than a foot away.
From that close, I could clearly see that her outer lips were
held slightly apart by the inner lips, which were peeking out.
They were smooth and fair, and my erect cock bobbed due to the
proximity of Aunt Susan's exotic womanhood. I stared at the
breathtaking view and completely lost track of time.
After what seemed like forever, but was probably no more than a
few seconds, I felt the ladder shift. I looked up just in time to
see her leaning out to the left, holding on to the ladder with
only her right hand.
"Grab the chair over there, Paul," she said, as she looked down
at me and pointed with her extended toe, "and slide it over so I
can put my foot on it."
I located the chair she had indicated, and stretched out one hand
to drag it closer.
"That's fine," she said when it was located to her satisfaction.
When she saw that I had both hands firmly back on the ladder,
steadying it for her, she released her grip with her left hand
and stretched her left leg out. She looked down to position her
left foot on the back of the chair and when she was satisfied
that it wasn't going anywhere, she shifted her weight.
I looked up to see what she was looking at. Her head was above
the level of the roof and she craned her neck to look beyond
where an upraised panel had blocked her view of the remainder of
the roof panels. When I looked back down, however, my eyes froze.
There, not more than a foot and a half away, her hairless pussy
was spread wide before me. Her outer lips had parted, and I could
see her inner lips quite clearly. I realized that the skin of her
labia wasn't white, it was actually a delicate pink, and the
folds of her darker pink inner lips spread before me. I could
clearly see the hood of her clit (although at the time, I didn't
know what it was), and the darker entrance to her vagina. Her
pussy looked exactly like a flower, spread open before me.
I stood enraptured, captivated by the sight of her marvelous
pussy. The only thing that saved me from being caught looking at
her spread womanhood was the fact that she began to move before
she looked back down. I tore my eyes from the incredibly arousing
sight in front of me and looked up at her face. When she looked
down to make sure she had her balance, and to make sure her foot
made it to the right rung on the ladder, her eyes met mine and
she smiled.
My smile was genuine, knowing how narrowly I'd avoided detection.
Her eyes slid away from mine and then she looked down. When her
gaze returned to mine, she arched her eyebrow in silent question.
I tried to keep the smug look off my face, but from her knowing
(and wry) expression, I don't think I was that successful.
She climbed down the ladder and we repositioned it so I could
take a look at the roof. I moved the table and chairs so we could
move the ladder over a bit to reposition it against the adjacent
beam, facing the other direction. Aunt Susan steadied the ladder
as I climbed it.
I made sure to keep my hips back so my recently rekindled
erection didn't scrape against the ladder rungs. When my head
cleared the top of the rafters, I looked down to make sure my
dick wasn't aimed at a rung, and then I flattened myself against
the cool metal of the ladder.
I surveyed the storm damage. Many of the fiberglass panels we'd
retrieved had simply been ripped off the nails, leaving jagged
holes. The remaining panels were fairly battered as well, holding
on to the roof with dogged tenacity, but still quite a bit worse
for the wear.
I was about to push back from the ladder when I felt a cool
breeze over my penis, ruffling my pubic hair. I froze--I hadn't
felt the breeze anywhere else. At that moment, a horrible yet
incredibly arousing thought occurred to me. Aunt Susan's pussy
had been only a foot in front of me when she was on the ladder.
My stiff penis, poking through the ladder rungs, must be mere
inches in front of her. The thought aroused me tremendously at
the same time that it embarrassed me. My buttocks involuntarily
clenched and I could feel my penis bob in response.
I pushed back from the ladder and looked down, straight into the
laughing blue eyes of Aunt Susan. I was dumbfounded. I stared at
her blankly, not knowing how to react. The smug look that she
gave _me_, however, said it all.
I hurriedly climbed down the ladder, my erection bobbing with
each step I took, until I was standing back on terra firma.
"What do you think?" she asked me.
What did I think about what? About the roof, or about her blowing
air at my cock from only a few inches away? I decided to go with
the more obvious of the two possible questions.
"It looks like we'll have to replace most of the panels," I said,
feigning cluelessness about the air on my dick. She smiled at my
obvious discomfort, teasing me. I continued steadfastly, "I'm
pretty sure we can re-nail the ones we have, but the ones torn up
by the storm will just leak."
She nodded, serious again. "That's what I thought too. I think we
should just pull down the remaining panels and then leave things
the way they are. Dwight and Karen will be here soon, and he
usually brings his tool belt to help me fix things around the
house."
Dwight Delozier was a carpenter, and usually did minor repairs
around the camp when he and his family arrived. I pictured him in
my mind, seeing him in his tool belt, safety glasses, and tennis
shoes (it was a funny outfit, but when he was working at the camp,
they were the only things he wore). Dwight was a very large man,
several inches over six feet, with powerful shoulders, the
beginnings of a potbelly, and a _very_ large dick. When he or his
kids weren't around, the kids called him Dwight Donkey-dick. His
wife Karen was a petite brunette, shorter than my mother and much
slimmer, with small, round breasts. They had a daughter Erin's
age, and a son several years younger.
I would be more than content to let Dwight put up the new panels
over the patio. It would be hard enough work taking the remaining
ones down. I nodded my agreement.
"I'll go get a mallet so you can remove the remaining panels,"
Aunt Susan said as I began shifting the ladder into a new
position.
As it turned out, it was easier to remove the panels than I'd
first thought. While Aunt Susan steadied the ladder for me, I
simply climbed up, leaned out a little, and banged on the bottom
of the panels. The overstressed fiberglass popped off the nails
easily, and within an hour, we had the remaining panels stacked
neatly against the house.
While I had been on the ladder, however, Aunt Susan had quietly
tormented me. As I concentrated on striking the panels squarely,
my erection flagged. Whenever my penis started to droop, I'd feel
a puff of cool air on my dick, and it would quickly become fully
erect. The first time it happened, I was startled, and tried to
ignore it. The next time it happened, I stuck my head out to the
side and looked down at Aunt Susan. She met my gaze and returned
it, a look of perfect innocence on her face. Her eyes, however,
were laughing, teasing me. For the next hour, every time I began
to lose my erection, I felt a puff of cool air wash over my cock
and balls. My penis would bob and jerk back to stiffness, and I'd
continue to work, pretending not to notice.
When I climbed down for the last time, she looked at me, smiling
teasingly, and helped me retract the ladder. We walked back to
the garage in silence and I stored the ladder.
It was not quite five, and we decided to quit for the day. She
prepared some lemonade and we relaxed for a few minutes in the
wrought-iron chairs in the courtyard.
"If you'd like, you can use the hall bathroom to 'wash up' before
you meet your Mom for dinner," she said innocently, teasing me
with her eyes.
She and I both knew what I'd be doing in the hall bathroom, but
her manner was lighthearted. I nodded in agreement, took a last
swallow of my lemonade, and made for the door into the house. Out
of the corner of my eye, I watched her eyes follow my hard dick
as it bobbed before me, leading the way.
Once in the bathroom, I grabbed a couple of Kleenex and wrapped
my fingers around the length of my shaft. I thought of Aunt
Susan's spread pussy as I stood underneath her, and in no time, I
felt the first spurts of white-hot sperm jet from the tip of my
prick. I caught the thick, white semen in the tissue, leaning my
head back and moaning at the feeling of release.
As with the day before, my dick was still very hard once my
ejaculation dwindled to a dribble. I cleaned myself and leaned
back against the bathroom wall to catch my breath. I looked at
myself in the mirror for the first time. My face was flushed with
exertion, my breathing was heavy, and my jutting prick had oozed
a pearl of come from the tip. I wiped away the droplet and
released my manhood.
I waited about ten or fifteen minutes, and still my erection
didn't subside. So I took another handful of tissues and began
slowly stroking the thick base of my dick. The second time, I
actually enjoyed masturbating. It wasn't the lust-driven mad dash
that I'd performed as soon as I'd gotten the door shut. I stroked
and squeezed myself, leaning back against the wallpaper and
closing my eyes, imagining Aunt Susan bent over in front of me.
Despite the fact that I'd come only a short time earlier, the
images flashing through my imagination quickly had me on the path
to another climax. With a final jerk, I felt my legs and back
tense up and semen began to gush from my dick. My orgasm was less
powerfully intense than the first one, but no less pleasurable.
When I had cleaned myself up, I found that once again, I had to
pee. When I finished urinating, I washed my hands and took a
moment to study myself in the mirror. I was still the same pudgy
fifteen-year-old I'd been yesterday morning, but the events of
the past two days had opened my eyes in many ways. I paused for a
moment to reflect on what I'd seen and done in the last forty-
eight hours, and I marveled at it all.
I shook off my reverie, however, and returned to the present.
Once again, my poor cock was shiny and red, but at least it was
flaccid. I opened the door, flicked off the light, and stepped
into the hall.
No sooner had I stepped out than I looked to my right as I heard
a movement. I saw Aunt Susan emerge from her bedroom, and in the
dim light of the hallway, she looked a little flustered. She
gestured for me to precede her to the kitchen, which I did.
In the light of the kitchen, I turned to her to say goodbye for
the day. I stopped when I saw her. She was breathing a little
heavily, and her face and chest were flushed. Her hair was
slightly disheveled, and as my eyes flicked over her body, I
could see that her hairless pussy lips were puffy and slightly
pink. Her slit was open slightly, and the folds of her inner lips
were poking through the outer lips a tiny bit.
When she saw my glance, she said, "Same time tomorrow?" as
lightheartedly as she could.
I could only nod, holding her eyes with my own. She grinned at me,
tilted her head to the side, and shrugged slightly. I brought my
hand up and waved to her silently.
"I'll see you then. Good night," she said quietly.
I nodded silently, picked up my shorts, and turned for the door.
I wanted to shower before dinner, and as the implications of what
had just happened sunk in, I thought I might want to jerk off a
third time.
-----
The next morning, I arrived just as Aunt Susan was starting to
fix breakfast. I knocked on the kitchen door and she motioned me
in. The very first thing I noticed was that she wasn't wearing
her bikini bottoms.
"Ham and cheese omelettes okay with you?" she asked, looking at
me over her shoulder.
I nodded vigorously, smiling. I dropped my eyes to her bare ass,
then lifted them back to her face, raising my eyebrows in a
silent question.
She looked down over her shoulder at her bare cheeks, then back
up at me, and shrugged. "I didn't see the point," she said with
feigned innocence and smiled. "Besides," she said, nodding to
indicate my as-yet-flaccid penis, "I don't want to disappoint my
loyal admirer."
Her eyes twinkled as she teased me, and I simply grinned and
nodded at her. My, I thought to myself, what a long way we've
come in only a few days!
She fixed one big omelette and cut it in half, adding toast to
each plate and pouring glasses of orange juice. As we ate, we
talked about what needed to be done that day.
Our last major task was to clear the roof and fix the gutters.
Many small branches, as well as several larger ones, had fallen
onto the roof. A couple of them had also damaged the gutters in
several places. Most of the ones that had damaged the gutters had
fallen to the ground (and we'd picked them up the first day), but
there were still a fair number of branches and other storm debris
to clear from the roof itself.
We decided that it would probably be best for me to climb the
ladder, clean and fix the guttering, and then get up onto the
roof after lunch to throw down the branches. I decided to run
back to our cabin to get my sneakers after breakfast, so I
wouldn't hurt my feet on the rough shingles of the roof.
We finished breakfast, and as Aunt Susan began to clear the
dishes, I dashed back to our cabin. I rummaged in my dresser
drawer for a pair of socks, grabbed my shoes, and banged out the
screen door, headed back to Aunt Susan's.
When I returned, I found her waiting for me. She was sitting at
the wrought-iron table in the courtyard, with the heavy work
gloves, a hammer, and box of nails. I headed to the garage to
withdraw the ladder, and we got to work.
We quickly established a routine: we would set the ladder, she
would steady it from underneath, and I would climb up and clear
the gutters. When a piece of guttering needed repair, she would
hand me the hammer and box of nails, and I would re-secure the
guttering to the edge of the roof. Our system worked well, and I
was thankful that I was too busy to think about sex.
Unfortunately, that didn't last long. About half an hour after we
started working, I felt a gentle breeze on my flaccid penis. I
felt it twitch in response, but firmly held my imagination in
check. I then felt the direction of the air change. It came from
underneath my penis, washing over my balls and the underside of
my dick. I was bound and determined not to cave in to Aunt
Susan's teasing, however, and tightly controlled my thoughts.
I felt a rush of triumph that I didn't rise to her baiting. By
the time lunchtime rolled around, we had finished clearing the
gutters and repaired the damaged sections--my penis was still
thankfully flaccid.
But in the process of clearing out the gutters, both she and I
had gotten quite a bit of pine needle debris on us. Try as hard
as I might, I still managed to drop a few clumps of pine needles
down on her while she was steadying the ladder beneath me. There
were bits and pieces of twigs and pine needles in her hair and on
her shoulders. I'd also gotten quite a bit on my arms and
shoulders, so we decided to shower before she fixed lunch.
When we reached the courtyard, she gestured for me to shower
while she went into the house to fetch towels. I turned on the
water, and was once again shocked by the coldness when I began
rinsing gutter debris from my arms and shoulders. I had just
leaned back and closed my eyes, savoring the stinging needles of
cold water, when I heard Aunt Susan come out of the house. (I
know it's hard to believe, but work outside in a South Carolina
summer some time, and see if _you_ don't enjoy a good cold shower
when you're done.)
I turned to see her hang two towels on the pegs set into the wall.
Then she stepped under the water with me and handed me a large-
toothed comb that she'd brought along. She was very close and I
stepped back involuntarily. When I did, the spray hit her on the
chest and I watched her nipples instantly stiffen. She sucked in
her breath at the water temperature, but let the water cascade
over her face and down her chest.
She got her front entirely wet and then spun around to wash off
her back and shoulders. Finally, she tilted her head back and wet
her hair in the stream of cold water.
She looked back at me, over her shoulder. "Would you run the comb
through my hair to get the snippets out, please," she asked, and
waited for my response.
When I nodded dumbly, she turned her head back to face away from
me and stepped back toward me, into the water. I raised the comb
and began gently drawing it through her hair. As I slowly dragged
it through her hair, she stepped back about six inches. She was
already very close to me, and when she stepped back, it was
enough to bring the smooth, warm flesh of her ass into contact
with my penis.
The contact jolted me like an electric shock, and my prick
stiffened instantly. My hard cock nestled between the cheeks of
her ass, and I stepped back involuntarily. I found myself pressed
against the wall and the water handle. The movement only afforded
me a little latitude, however, and the tip of my penis was still
pressed against her flesh. I was rooted to the spot, and didn't
know what to do. Finally, she stepped forward a little to get out
of the spray and looked over her shoulder at me, grinning
impishly. She then turned and held out her hand for the comb,
which I eagerly handed over.
Aunt Susan then turned around again, with her back to me, and got
her hair wet again. Trapped as I was between her and the wall of
the house, I could only watch when she took a small step forward
and slung her hair over her head as she bent forward. A spray of
water droplets struck me in the chest and face as she flung her
hair up and over.
She began running the comb through her hair, to remove any
remaining tidbits, and I swallowed hard. I looked down at the
hourglass figure of her back and the flare of her hips as her
alabaster ass poised a mere inch or two in front of my turgid
penis. I dared not move, since I could feel the heat of her body
warming the tip of my penis. When I looked down, my erection was
pointed right at her pussy, basking in the warmth radiating from
between her legs.
Although I couldn't see her face, I could tell that she knew
exactly where she had pinned me, and exactly what my reaction
would be. In a minute or so, she finished combing her hair and
slowly stood up, swung her damp tresses over her shoulder, and
turned. She stepped forward so the spray was hitting her between
her breasts, and looked up at my face.
"All done?" she asked sweetly, acting completely oblivious to the
situation a moment before and ignoring my raging hard on.
I gulped and nodded mutely.
She stepped forward and reached around behind me to turn off the
shower. Once again, I could feel the warmth of her body as her
breasts nearly touched my stomach. Her arm did touch me where she
had reached behind me to turn the water off. The contact was
electric, and she held my eyes while she turned the handle. When
the water trickled to a stop, she smiled up at me innocently and
withdrew her arm.
She stepped to the side and tossed me a towel, grabbing her own
with her other hand. We dried off in silence, my erection pulsing
as she repeated yesterday's maneuver, bending forward to dry her
hair. With more separation between us, I had an unobstructed view
of her shaved pussy lips, and once again, I took the bait. I
already had an erection, why not enjoy the view?
She fixed hotdogs for lunch, and we ate in relative silence, at
the table in the courtyard.
My erection didn't disappoint me, or evidently her, the entire
time. Treacherous organ!
-----
After we finished lunch, I put my socks and shoes on, and we
headed back out to the ladder.
It was a simple matter for me to climb onto the roof, and once
there, I put on my work gloves and started gathering the smaller
branches. I would toss the branches down, being careful to make
sure I missed Aunt Susan, and she would collect them and take
them around back to our burn pile.
After about an hour's work, I had all but the three largest
branches cleared. Two of them were about the size of my forearm
at the base, but one monster was about six inches in diameter,
with smaller branches coming off it at all angles. I was
surprised that the big branch didn't do any permanent damage when
it hit.
I decided to drag the largest branch over to the edge of the
house and threw it down first. Then I brought over the two
smaller ones and tossed them down with the larger one. I made
sure Aunt Susan was out of the way as I heaved the largest branch
off the roof. I could barely lift the beast because it was so
awkward, but I finally managed to get enough of it over the edge
of the roof that it simply levered itself off. The two smaller
branches were easier, but still no picnic.
Once I'd thrown the last of the smaller large branches off the
roof, I started down the ladder. As I worked on the roof, I'd
been paying attention to what I was doing, and wasn't distracted
by Aunt Susan's body (or teasing). My erection had completely
disappeared. It was still early in the afternoon when I started
down the ladder, and I reluctantly thought that my time with Aunt
Susan was coming to an end. I had really enjoyed my time with her,
despite my embarrassment at having a near-constant erection.
So it was those thoughts that occupied my mind as I reached the
bottom of the ladder and turned to step down. While I had been
dragging the second smaller branch, Aunt Susan had dragged the
first one around to our burn pile. As I was coming down the
ladder, I absentmindedly noticed her coming back for the second
of the smaller branches.
When I reached the bottom of the ladder and turned, time slowed
to a crawl as I watched a horrible series of events unfolding.
Remembering it later, I managed to reconstruct what occurred, but
at the time, it actually happened so quickly that there was
simply nothing I could do to stop things.
Aunt Susan had bent over to grasp the thick branch by its middle,
to drag it to our pile. Just as I was stepping off the ladder,
she was standing and lifting the thick branch. I watched in
horror as the stout base of the branch inexorably rose to meet my
descending groin.
With a white-hot explosion of agony, the branch connected with my
balls. I don't even think I had enough strength in me to so much
as groan. As waves of pain and nausea washed over me, I collapsed
silently. I held my gloved hands to my aching testicles and
curled into the fetal position.
An indeterminate amount of time passed, and when the pain
subsided enough for me to open my eyes, I saw Aunt Susan kneeling
very anxiously by my head. She obviously didn't know what to do,
and in my agony, I was in no condition to tell her. Ice picks of
pain stabbed my belly, and my abused testicles seemed to pulse
and emit the torturous jolts.
My hearing returned, finally, and I realized that Aunt Susan was
apologizing frantically. She was asking me what to do, and didn't
dare do anything until I spoke. I blinked up at her, my mouth
open in a rictus of pain.
"Ow," I said with pathetic humor when I finally regained enough
presence of mind to actually speak.
"Oh my God, Paul, are you okay?"
I nodded wordlessly. The waves of pain and nausea had passed, and
my testicles still throbbed with a dull ache, but at least
coherent thought had returned.
"I think I'll live," I croaked.
"Can you stand?"
I nodded again, a little jerkily, and hoped that my rubbery legs
would support me. She helped me to my feet, and I stood hunched
over, my gloved hands still protecting my groin. She dusted the
sand off my left side, from where I'd lain on the ground in agony,
and we slowly, torturously made our way toward the courtyard.
Once we got to there, we entered the kitchen and Aunt Susan
leaned me in the corner near the sink. She shucked her gloves and
reached for a clean dishtowel. I watched curiously as she laid it
flat on the counter and stepped to the refrigerator. She briskly
opened the freezer door and took a bag of something out. I saw
that she'd grabbed a bag of frozen peas, and watched as she set
it in the middle of the dishtowel and carefully folded the sides
of the towel over the bag. She folded the ends of the towel over
the sides, forming a bulging package, which she clutched with her
right hand, and then returned to stand in front of me.
Matter of factly, she knelt in front of me and used her left hand
to pry away my gloved hands, which where still cupping my abused
testicles. She put her right hand between my knees and had me
spread my legs slightly. A fresh wave of pain and nausea flooded
my senses as my balls suffered the movement. I put my hands to
the side and supported myself against the counter, tilting my
head back and squeezing my eyes shut to combat the waves of
nausea caused by the pain in my groin.
I vaguely felt Aunt Susan lift my penis and place the soft,
towel-wrapped, and very cold bag of peas against my scrotum. My
testicles immediately tried to retreat further into my abdomen as
the cold permeated the entire region. Once I'd gotten over the
shock of the movement, and then the cold, I slowly realized that
the makeshift icepack was soothing my battered testicles.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the waves of nausea retreated and, to my
surprise, the shooting pains in my balls eased to a dull ache.
When I finally decided to open my eyes, I lifted my head and took
a deep, shuddering breath. I then looked down at Aunt Susan. She
had a concerned look on her face as she stared intently at the
towel-wrapped bag of peas. She was making a concerted effort to
hold it against my scrotum with a minimum of pressure, while
still making contact.
As I looked down at her where she knelt in front of me, she
sensed me looking and raised her eyes to meet mine. There was a
world of apology and sympathy in her expression, and I smiled at
her by way of forgiveness. She understood my unspoken message and
in gratitude, she returned my smile.
Sensing that the worst had passed, she gently removed the cold
towel from my groin. She lowered her eyes to scrutinize my balls.
"Your scrotum is red, and slightly swollen, but I don't think
anything is permanently damaged. Do you feel anything worse than
a dull ache? Any shooting pains?" she asked, looking up at me
once again.
I shook my head numbly and she returned her gaze to my crotch.
She studied my equipment for a minute or so, looking from
different angles, before looking back up at me.
"I am so sorry, Paul. I didn't see you coming down the ladder,"
she apologized.
"I know," I croaked through my dry throat. "It was an accident."
"I have been so awful to you today," she castigated herself.
"Teasing you, and then... this..."
I could see how sorry she was, her apology was graven on her face,
but as I stared down at her, I couldn't help but think about our
situation. Aunt Susan had been holding my limp penis out of the
way with her left hand, and as she knelt in front of me, the
contact of her hand on my manhood sent a surge of excitement
through my body.
My balls still ached dully, but the excitement of the situation
overrode the pain, and I felt my cock twitch with the first rush
of blood. Because I was still in a modicum of pain, my erection
was slow to develop. Aunt Susan had begun to offer another series
of apologies when she felt my penis twitch, and then swell.
Suddenly, her expression changed. Without a word, she set the
towel-wrapped bag of peas on the floor between my feet. She then
lowered my penis from where she'd been holding it against my
abdomen.
I was horrified that she had been disgusted by my reaction and
that she was mad at me. Panic filled my thoughts as I wondered
what she would do; if she would yell at me, or kick me out of the
kitchen, or worse. So it was with panic-induced shock that I
watched her slowly look up at me, her expression unreadable.
With a mischievous smile, she opened her mouth and engulfed the
stiffening head of my young penis. The pain in my balls was
quickly forgotten as the warmth and pleasure of that first
contact washed over me.
I looked down in awe as she closed her eyes and gently sucked on
the crown of my semi-hard dick. She gently put her right palm on
the front of my left thigh and opened her mouth to accept more of
my rapidly stiffening penis. I felt the warmth and wetness of her
tongue on the bottom of my shaft as she closed her mouth and
sucked. She slowly withdrew her lips, tugging at the skin of my
dick, and I quickly reached a full erection.
She kept the head in her mouth and I felt the breath from her
nose on the saliva-slick top of my cock. And then a sensation of
pure ecstasy washed over me as she swirled her tongue around the
sensitive glans. I gripped the edge of the counter firmly with my
still-gloved hands, watching in amazement as she opened her mouth
once more and slowly impaled herself on my length.
She was about two inches from the base of my penis when she
clamped her lips shut and her nostrils flared as she inhaled. She
caressed the underside of my penis with her tongue, and I closed
my eyes, savoring the pleasure and warmth. She very gently
withdrew my cock from her mouth and sucked on the head before
releasing me entirely.
"Do you forgive me?" she asked, looking up at me.
I opened my eyes and gazed into hers. She wore an unreadable
expression--it wasn't the teasing look from earlier, nor was it
the face of lust I'd seen my mom make as she sucked my dad. Aunt
Susan appeared genuinely contrite, but that emotion was
underscored by something else. I slowly realized that it was a
desire to please me.
I swallowed hard, nodded at her, and she smiled.
She then closed her eyes and began planting open-mouthed kisses
down the side of my shaft. She was careful not to touch my still-
tender balls, but the feeling of my penis rubbing along the soft,
smooth skin of her face drowned out any concern I might've had
for my testicles.
Her left hand still grasped my penis lightly and she withdrew her
lips, pulling it to her left to kiss the other side of the base.
She drew her open-mouthed kisses toward the head of my shaft and
I once again luxuriated in the feeling of my sensitive glans
being brushed by the soft skin of her cheek.
When she reached the tip, her left hand held my erection and
aimed it at her mouth. She parted her lips and extended her
tongue, flicking the hole at the end of my cock. My hips bucked
involuntarily at the rush of pleasure, and she smiled at my
reaction, engulfing the crown of my manhood with her lips once
again.
She concentrated on the head of my penis, her eyes still closed,
and it wasn't long before I felt the pressure of my impending
orgasm. I panicked about where I was going to shoot my come.
"Oh, God...," I groaned. "Oh... I'm... oh... uh..." I was incoherent,
delirious with pleasure.
She sensed my need, however, and she began to gently stroke my
penis with her left hand. She clamped her mouth tightly around
the first couple of inches of my cock and began to flick her
tongue against the sensitive underside of the head. Her left hand
increased its pressure and tempo, rubbing the skin of my shaft
over the nerves and erectile tissue underneath.
With a groan, I squeezed my eyes shut and emptied my seed into
her mouth. I felt her start at the power of my first spurt, but
she kept up the stroking motion with her left hand. At the same
time, she ceased flicking her tongue. The next spurt of semen
surged up my shaft and erupted into her mouth. She kept pumping
me gently, milking my cock with her hand and lips. My cock
spurted several more times, each time depositing more of my sperm
in her willing mouth.
When I finished ejaculating, she wrapped her fingers around the
base of my penis and milked me one final time. She kept her lips
wrapped around my cock and I could feel her swallow the load I'd
just shot into her mouth. It took her two swallows to get it all.
When she finished swallowing, she took a deep, shuddering breath
through her nose. I felt her exhale on the top of my penis as she
released her grip. She breathed deeply, but never released the
head from the warm cavern of her mouth. And as she suckled the
end of my penis, it didn't shrink much. She placed the warm palm
of her left hand against my right thigh and again sighed deeply.
She knelt that way for several minutes; sitting on her heels, her
palms gently rubbing my thighs, her warm, wet mouth rhythmically
sucking the head of my cock.
Finally, she released my penis and smiled up at me.
"Better?" she asked quietly.
I could only nod my head vigorously. She looked like an angel,
kneeling in front of me, my mostly erect cock a divining rod
pointing toward the warm wetness of her mouth. She smiled and
kissed the underside of the glans and closed her eyes again,
breathing a deep sigh. Then she shuddered, her body quivering all
over as she continued to kiss my swollen member. With a shake of
her head, as if pulling herself out of a daydream, she opened her
eyes and I looked down into their liquid blue depths.
Slowly, she got to her feet. She reached out and took the gloves
off my hands one at a time. She took my hand, turned, and led me
into the living room. Bending over, she turned on the lamp on the
end table next to the couch and silently indicated that I should
sit. I quickly obliged her. As I looked up at her magnificent
body in the light of the lamp, I wondered what she was going to
do.
I didn't have long to wonder, however, as she lay down on the
couch to my right. She scooted forward and put her left arm over
my hips. I slouched down to give her better access and she rolled
to put her back to the back of the couch. Her left breast was
pressed firmly against my right thigh as she adjusted herself
into a comfortable position.
I didn't know where to put my hands, and I didn't want to touch
her somewhere where she didn't want to be touched. I was still
young enough, and naive enough, to think that I might still screw
things up at that point, so I left well enough alone. With her
right hand, she reached up. Then she turned her head and looked
for my right hand. Once I realized what she was after, I put my
hand in hers and she placed it on her right breast.
Her breast was softer than I'd ever imagined possible. It was so
pliable as I gently cupped it, and I didn't know what to do. I
didn't want to hurt her, so I simply kneaded it gently. With her
free left hand, Aunt Susan grasped my still-erect prick and aimed
it at her mouth. Once she had my dick firmly seated between her
lips, she cocked her right leg up, bent at the knee, and reached
down to her pussy with her right hand.
I was awestruck by the sight. So much so, in fact, that I forgot
all about the wonderful sensations she was causing in my dick. I
watched as she ran her middle finger up and down the length of
her slit. There was a glistening sheen of moisture on her labia
as she slipped her finger into her sex, and the sight captivated
me. She pumped her finger a couple of times, in and out, in and
out, then withdrew it and pressed down against the top of her
slit.
She began moving her right hand in small circles, pressing down
at the top of her pussy. She alternated that motion with running
her middle finger down over her slit and then plunging it into
her vagina. I watched in wonder as she pleasured herself while
sucking on my stiff manhood.
Taking my cue from the motions of her right hand, I began moving
my hand, the one cupping her breast, in small circles. I felt her
nipple become stiff under my palm, and knew I must've done
something right. Because her hair had fallen over her face, and
because of the position of her head over my cock, I couldn't see
what she was doing. So I alternated between watching her rub her
pussy and simply enjoying the pleasure my penis was experiencing.
She took her time sucking me. She was always careful never to
touch my still-tender balls, and alternated between taking me
very deep and licking the length of my shaft. Although I couldn't
see it, by the feelings in my groin I was certain that she was
attempting to swallow my entire penis, right down to my pubic
hair.
She would impale her mouth on my cock, lock her lips around the
base, open her mouth a little and try to thrust more of it in her
mouth. Then she would work her tongue against the shaft and
slowly withdraw, letting her lips drag along my length.
Not knowing what else I should be doing, I simply leaned my head
on the back of the couch and enjoyed the blowjob. She took things
slowly, and because I had already come once, it took longer for
my climax to build. When I masturbated, I knew exactly what to do
to bring myself off quickly, increasing pressure here, stroking
faster there. Her mouth was completely different. I didn't know
what to expect from one moment to the next, and the anticipation
was almost as exquisite as the actual sensations.
In time, however, I felt her stiffen. Her hand began to narrow
its circles and move very, very fast. She wrapped her lips around
my dick and simply held me in her mouth. I wondered what was
happening, if she were okay or not. She began thrusting her hips
at her racing fingers, and moaning deep in her throat. Her
moaning vibrated my dick and sent buzzes of pleasure through my
entire groin.
Suddenly, she thrust her middle finger back into the depths of
her smooth-shaven pussy and started pumping it in and out.
Finally, she got very, very still. Her moan started deep, but
quickly rose in pitch, a sustained sound coming from deep in her
chest. After fifteen or twenty seconds, she let out an explosive
breath around my trapped penis, and withdrew her mouth from my
manhood.
I didn't know what to do, or not do, so I simply stayed right
where I was, neither moving nor talking. She shuddered and
straightened her legs, trapping her right hand at the junction of
her thighs, her finger still stuck into her pussy. When her
quivering finally diminished, she grasped my penis with her left
hand and aimed it at her waiting mouth.
She began sucking my cock with enthusiasm, pumping the shaft with
her left hand while she bobbed her head up and down on my length.
In short order, I was shooting jets of hot semen into her mouth.
With her lips wrapped around the ridge of my glans, she swallowed
and kept pumping. When she had milked the last of my come from my
cock, she opened her lips and released my shrinking member.
She then collapsed against me, laying her head on my stomach and
resting her right arm along her length, between her right hip and
the back of the couch. She breathed deeply and licked her lips,
her eyes closed, a smile on her face.
We sat like that for some time, neither of us moving. When I
finally began thinking coherently again, I almost panicked. What
would happen now? Would she not want to see me again? Today was
the last day I was supposed to work for her, what next? Would she
not want to "do stuff" with me again because I wasn't any good?
A thousand thoughts swirled through my mind, few of them well
formed or well thought out. So I sat there, and dared not move.
When her breathing had returned to normal, she opened her eyes
and looked up at me, eyes bright with her pleasure.
"I'm sorry I hit you with the branch," she said simply.
I looked at her, dumbfounded.
She stared up at the incomprehension on my face for perhaps five
seconds and then burst out laughing. Her laughter was gentle and
guileless, and enfolded us both with its good humor. Slowly,
languidly, she pulled her left arm underneath her and laid her
head on my right thigh. She pulled her legs up and got very quiet.
I could tell that she was thinking, about what I didn't know, and
I sat quietly. But under the surface calm, my mind was still
racing, playing out "what if" scenarios endlessly. I'd finally
decided it was fruitless when the clock on the living room wall
chimed five o'clock.
Aunt Susan raised her head, tilted it to look at the clock, and
then sighed. She pushed herself up with her arm and levered her
legs over the edge of the couch, standing up gracefully.
As I looked up at her, I let my eyes roam over her body, looking
at her openly for the first time. She let me look, standing
quietly with her arms at her sides. As my eyes dropped to look at
her pussy, I saw that her lips were pink and swollen, and that
her inner labia were peeking out.
Then a thought occurred to me. Her pussy had looked just like
that when she had emerged from her bedroom the day before, just
as I had come out of the hall bathroom. She had been masturbating
in her bedroom! The idea crashed over me like a wave, and I was
stunned.
I had little time to contemplate my revelation, as she extended
her hand to help me up from the couch. When I took it and stood
up, she silently led me to the hall bathroom. There was no way I
needed to jerk off. My penis was very soft at the moment, worn
out by the two suckings I'd just enjoyed. When we entered the
bathroom, she gestured for me to take off my shoes and socks
while she started the water in the shower.
She leaned in to test the temperature, then diverted the water to
the shower nozzle. As she stepped into the shower, she extended
her hand to me, inviting me to join her.
In the shower, she washed herself first. I enjoyed seeing the
soapsuds sheen her round breasts and flat stomach as she cleaned
herself with a washcloth. Then she squirted some shampoo in her
hand and lathered her hair. Finally, she turned and rinsed, first
her hair, then her body.
Lathering the washcloth once more, she squeezed past me and
gently pushed me back, into the warm spray. As she passed me, I
felt her stiff nipples drag across my stomach, and if I hadn't
come so recently, my penis surely would have stiffened instantly.
Once under the showerhead, I let the warm water run over me and
tilted my head back to wet my hair. Aunt Susan reached up and
washed my body, exploring me with her hands and with the sudsy
washcloth. When she had washed my chest, shoulders, and arms, she
spun me around to wash my back. With that completed, she turned
me around again to rinse my back.
She lathered the washcloth once more and dropped to her knees.
She raised it to my groin and gently, lovingly washed my penis
and scrotum. She worked up a good lather, but was very gentle
with my abused testicles. She washed my legs next, and then put
her hand on my hip to turn me so she could wash my buttocks and
lower back. When I had rinsed my pubic area, I turned around of
my own accord, to rinse my back and buttocks.
Aunt Susan rinsed out the washcloth and handed it to me so I
could hang it on the bar on the far wall of the shower. I leaned
forward and stretched to hang it and I felt her lips capture my
soft penis. When I had the washcloth hung, I leaned back and
looked down at her. Her hair was slicked back and her eyes were
closed as she gently sucked me. She worked her lower jaw side-to-
side and lavished attention on the underside of my still-flaccid
cock. Pursing her lips, she slowly drew her head back, letting my
manhood slip from her mouth. She smiled and opened her eyes,
looking up at me.
"Tasty," she said mischievously and stood up.
She reached around behind me, shut the water off, and then opened
the shower curtain. She leaned out and pulled two towels from the
bar, handing one to me. We dried off in relative silence, and
then hung our towels up to dry. I grabbed my shoes and socks as
we headed back out to the living room.
The clock in the living room said it was almost half past five
and I knew I had to meet my Mom and Erin for dinner. I shifted
from foot to foot, not knowing what to say.
Aunt Susan noticed my nervousness and once again rescued me from
myself.
"Go on. Go meet your mom."
I grinned like an idiot and almost ran toward the kitchen. At the
door to the courtyard, however, I stopped. I don't know why I did,
but I knew it was the right thing to do. I turned to see her
standing in the door to the living room, her wet hair hanging
over her shoulders and framing her face. I waved goodbye to her,
smiling.
She smiled in return and waved. Then she made a shooing gesture
with her hand and I bolted out the back door, letting the screen
door slam behind me.
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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
Part: Chapter 12
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mF, mf, teen, oral, voy
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Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
by Nick Scipio
CHAPTER TWELVE
The next morning when I woke up, dawn's light was just filtering
through the pines. I rolled over onto my stomach, my morning
erection pressing against me. I lay there drowsily for several
minutes, then decided to see if Mom or Erin were up.
When I raised my head to look, I saw that Mom was still in bed.
She had the sheets pulled over her, but as I watched, I could
tell that she was slowly caressing herself. As she lay on her
back, I saw her move her right hand lower, until it was over her
pussy.
Unfortunately, she raised her left knee, lifting the sheet and
holding it off her hand. I could no longer see her movements, but
I knew she was pleasuring herself. I watched the motion of her
right arm, and in my imagination, I saw her moving her fingertips
in small circles over her clit.
With a start, I realized that I now knew what she was doing.
Before, I had always watched and vaguely known that what she was
doing felt good, but now I knew why. With renewed interest, I
discreetly watched her masturbate.
All of a sudden, a huge yawn interrupted the quiet of the cabin.
Erin had woken up. Mom quietly moved her hand away from her pussy
and lowered her knee. I pulled back from the edge of the bed, but
I could clearly hear Erin yawn again and sit up. I watched from
the top bunk as she stood up and wordlessly padded across the
cabin to the bathroom.
When she came out, she saw that Mom and I were still in bed. In
silence, she stood in front of the mirror on top of the dresser,
brushing her hair. Mom rolled over and propped herself up on one
elbow.
"Good morning, honey," she said.
"Morning Mom," Erin said distractedly.
"You know what you want for breakfast?"
Erin shrugged and continued brushing.
"How about French Toast?"
Erin shrugged again.
"You go on down to the clubhouse and I'll be down in a few
minutes to fix breakfast," Mom said.
Erin finished brushing and headed for the door. She saw that I
was still in bed, went out the screen door, and slammed it behind
her.
I stuck my head over the side of the bed as Mom looked my
direction.
"Time to get up, sleepyhead."
I nodded silently and she headed for the bathroom. I still had my
morning erection, but I decided to throw modesty to the wind and
climbed down the ladder. When Mom came out of the bathroom, she
looked at me and her eyes widened as she saw my hard-on. When she
arched her eyebrow, I merely shrugged and stepped past her into
the bathroom.
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After I came out of the bathroom, Mom and I walked down to the
clubhouse together.
"What're your plans for the day?" she asked.
"I gotta help Dwight put up the panels that Susan and I picked up
yesterday. He says it'll only take a couple of hours. After that,
pretty much nothing."
"So you can relax this afternoon?"
"Yeah. I thought I'd find Manfred and see if he wanted to do
something."
"And Gina and Jenny?" Mom asked, looking sidelong at me.
"I guess... I mean, if they wanna do something, that's cool."
We reached the clubhouse and Mom headed for the kitchen area to
fix breakfast. Erin was playing pool with her friends and, seeing
no one else that I knew, I stood in the doorway for a few minutes,
simply watching the younger girls play pool, badly.
I heard the screen door open behind me and had just turned to see
who had come in when I felt an enormous hand clap me on the
shoulder almost painfully.
"Good morning, boyo!" boomed Dwight.
"Morning Dwight," I said as he walked me further into the
clubhouse.
"You ready for some honest work this morning?"
"Yep."
"It's not as fun as makin' barbeque sauce," he said with a wink,
"but it's a living!" His laughter seemed to fill the large
building. "I want to get started right after breakfast, get the
job done before the heat of the day. Okay?"
"Sure."
"Good man, good man." He clapped me on the shoulder again, this
time painfully, and headed off toward the kitchen area, to where
Karen was fixing his breakfast. I followed Dwight, deciding to
help Mom with the French toast.
When we were finished, Mom called to Erin and we sat down to eat.
"What're you up to today, Erin?" Mom asked.
"Not much, I guess. Trish wants to lie out today, so I guess
we'll be down by the lake."
"Ah."
"What're you doing today, Mom?" I asked.
"After breakfast, I want to go take a long, hot bath before it
gets too hot out."
"Mmmmm, a hot bath," Erin said dreamily. "Oh yeah! Mom, Jill
wanted to know if Trish, Leah and I could spend the night with
her. Their cabin has this big, screened-in porch, and we were
gonna sorta camp out on the porch tonight. Is that okay?"
"Is it okay with Jill's Mom?"
"It was her idea, so yeah, I guess it's okay with her."
"Well then, it's okay with me. You girls have a good time."
"Thanks Mom! Can I be excused?"
"Finish your French toast, dear, and then you can be excused."
Unlike me, my skinny sister always had to be told to finish her
meals. She stabbed the last few bites of toast and popped them in
her mouth. She drained her milk and slid back in her chair. As
she headed for the sink carrying her plate and glass, Mom
silently shook her head, smiling at me. I returned her smile and
shrugged. At least Erin wouldn't pester me all day, so it didn't
really matter to me what she did.
-----
Working with Dwight was an exercise in physics. For a big man, he
moved very quickly, and I thought wryly that he must be the
"unstoppable force" people talk about. I also realized with a
little bit of surprise that I enjoyed watching someone who really
knew what they were doing. Dwight quickly and easily did things
that would've taken me quite a while to do, much less how long it
would take me to figure out how to do them in the first place.
We were about an hour into the project when Mom walked around the
corner of the house.
"Hi, Dwight. Hi, Paul. Where's Susan?"
I looked down at her from where I held a panel ready to hand up
to Dwight. "I guess she's inside. Is everything okay?"
"The water heater in our cabin is on the fritz. I went to take a
bath and all I got was cold water."
"Oh. Sorry."
"So am I," Mom said with a note of wistfulness.
"Anyway, we haven't seen her leave, so I guess she's still
inside."
"Thanks, Paul."
"No problem," I said, returning my attention to Dwight.
We continued working, and had the rest of the patio roof finished
in another hour. Mom had talked to Susan for fifteen minutes or
so, and when she left, she'd headed down toward the lake.
We finished the work well before lunch and while I cleaned up our
mess, Dwight gathered up his tools. As we were just about to
leave, Susan stepped out of the sliding glass doors onto the
patio.
"Thank you very much, Dwight. And you too, Paul."
"No problem, Suz," Dwight boomed. "Glad I could help you out."
"Well, I certainly appreciate it," she said.
"I'm glad I can help," he said, blushing a little. "Now I am
gonna go put my tools up and then jump in the lake and cool off!"
He slung his tool belt over his shoulder and looked at me.
"Could you hang around for a few minutes, Paul?" Susan asked.
"Sure," I said. Then I turned to Dwight, "I'll take care of the
ladder."
"Good job, boyo! Thanks for your help." He clapped me on the
shoulder again and walked off toward his cabin. I was beginning
to wonder how bad the bruises on my shoulder were going to be.
"You want to come in and cool off?" Susan asked.
"Sure," I said, wondering if that were all she had in mind. I
stepped into the cool of her bedroom and she slid the door shut
behind me.
She closed the curtain over the sliding glass doors and looked at
me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
"I talked to Stacy this morning," she said.
"Oh?"
"Would you like to go into town next Wednesday?"
"I guess. What'll we tell my mom and dad?"
"We'll think of something," she said. "Stacy said she'd see if
she could get the day off. I told her that I had a meeting that I
needed to go to, for a couple of hours. You two would be alone
together," she said, grinning at me. "Stacy thought you might
like to go to a double feature with her."
I nodded.
Susan grinned wickedly. "I thought you might like that."
I blushed and grinned like an idiot.
"I told her we'd pick her up at home around one o'clock. Okay?"
I nodded again. "Okay. So what're we gonna tell my parents? I
mean about why we're going into town."
Susan thought for a second. "Why don't we tell them the truth?"
At my shocked expression, Susan burst out laughing.
"I don't mean all the truth," she said, grinning and shaking her
head. "Tell them enough of the truth. I've got to pick up some
building supplies for the camp, which I do, by the way, and I
need you to help me. We also tell them that I've got a meeting
with my accountant, also the truth, and that you're going to go
to a movie while I'm in my meeting. We just don't need to tell
them about Stacy," she said with a wink. "Also, tell them we'll
probably be late getting back, so I'll feed you dinner in town.
Okay?"
I thought it through and nodded.
"Now," she said with a devilish look in her eyes, "would you like
to practice a little of what you learned yesterday?"
I looked at her, confused.
She hooked her thumbs in her bikini bottoms and slid them off
with one smooth motion, kicking them into the corner. She then
walked over to her bed and crawled to the center. When she rolled
over on her back, she spread her legs wide, revealing her shaved
slit in all its glory.
Suddenly, I understood.
I quickly nodded, feeling blood rush to my penis.
"Come here first," she said, gesturing. "Kneel by my head."
I did as she instructed. Susan rolled her head to the side a
little and sucked my hard-on into her mouth. She couldn't suck as
much of me in this position, but what she could reach, she
lavished with attention.
She was eagerly sucking my dick when a sound I hadn't heard in
several weeks interrupted her.
The phone rang.
With a look of consternation, Susan took my dick out of her mouth
and rolled to the bed stand.
There were only a few phones in camp, as far as I knew. There was
a phone in the clubhouse, but it was for local calls only. Old Mr.
Kershaw, one of the year-round residents and a friend of Susan's
father, took care of taking reservation calls. He mostly stayed
near his house, which was several hundred feet from Susan's. He,
of course, had a phone there. Several of the other year-round
residents had them too. But for the most part, there was a
scarcity of phones in the camp. Susan, of course, had one in her
house, but it'd been so long since I'd heard a phone ring that
for a moment, I was confused.
Susan picked up the handset.
"Hello?"
She rolled back to lay on her back and her face grew worried.
"Hi, David. Is everything okay?"
She paused for a second, listening, and then her tension eased.
"No, I don't know where she is. But Paul's here, I could send him
out to find her."
She looked at me and shrugged in confusion.
"He's here helping Dwight do some repairs on my back patio. Would
you like to speak to him?" She paused. "Okay, hold on a second,
I'll get him."
She covered the mouthpiece with her hand and mouthed "your dad."
Then she handed me the handset.
"Hello?"
"Paul? It's Dad. How are you, kiddo?"
"I'm fine, Dad. Are you okay?" I asked, worry creeping into my
voice.
"I'm fine, son. We're here in San Francisco, and we've got a
broken plane."
"Is everyone okay?"
"We're all fine, Paul. The first stage compressor disk on one of
our engines failed. We'd just started it, so there wasn't any
danger to us or the passengers, but the engine's a total loss.
The company's bringing in a new plane and crew, but we're stuck
here with the broken plane. So I'm not going to be back tonight."
"Okay. What do you need me to do?"
"I need you to tell your mom what happened. Make sure you tell
her we're all fine. Tell her that the company's sending a team of
mechanics and a new engine out to us, but it won't be here for
two days. They can't dead-head us back because they need us to
bring the plane and the mechanics back to Atlanta. So I won't be
able to make it home until next Tuesday. You get all that?"
"I think so." I repeated back to him what he'd told me.
"You've got it, son. Tell your mom that I love her and I miss her.
I'll see you all in a few days. Hold on, kiddo."
I heard him put his hand over the receiver and talk to someone.
"Son, I've got to go. The captain needs the phone, and we've got
paperwork to fill out about the engine. I love you guys, I miss
you, and I'll see you on Tuesday."
"Bye, Dad."
"Goodbye, son."
"Is everything okay?" Susan asked me as I handed her the receiver.
"Yeah, I guess. Mom's not gonna be happy, though. Dad won't be
back until next Tuesday."
"So I gathered. Do you want to go tell your mom?"
"I probably should," I said. I looked down at my limp penis.
Blushing, I looked back up at her.
"It's okay," she said, laughing. "We can finish up some other
time. Go on, go!"
I grinned at her and got up to leave. Spontaneously, I bent down
and kissed her quickly on the cheek. I laughed at the look of
surprise on her face as I headed out to find Mom.
-----
When I found her, she was by the lake in one of the lounge chairs.
I walked up and stood so that I cast a shadow across her face.
She put her sunglasses on and sat up.
"You guys all done?"
"Mmm hmm," I said. "I just got off the phone with Dad."
"He called? Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything's fine, Dad's okay."
I repeated what Dad had told me about the plane and the new
engine.
"So he won't be back until Tuesday?"
I shook my head. I could tell Mom was trying to hide her
disappointment.
"Okay. I guess there's nothing we can do about it."
"Oh yeah! He did want me to tell you that he loves you, and he
misses you."
Mom smiled up at me and stood. "Thank you, Paul. I'm glad at
least you got to talk to him."
I shrugged. "He was in a hurry. The captain had to use the phone,
so he couldn't talk long."
"That's okay," she said. "C'mon up to the clubhouse and I'll make
you lunch."
-----
While we were eating lunch, Manfred, Jenny, and Gina came into
the clubhouse.
"Thank God we found you!" Gina said, rushing over. "We've been
looking for you all over." And then as an afterthought, "Hi, Beth.
Sorry to interrupt."
"Hi, Gina. You're not interrupting anything," Mom said, then
started to pick up our lunch dishes.
"Where have you been all morning?" Gina asked.
"I've been working with Dwight, putting up a roof over Aunt
Susan's patio."
"Whatever," she said. Then quietly, "You've got to save me from
Jenny and Manfred."
"Huh?"
"Come with us," Gina insisted as Manfred and Jenny reached the
table.
"Where?" I asked.
"We're gonna hike along one of the streams feeding the lake, see
how far it goes," Manfred answered.
I didn't want to go. I wanted to go back to Susan's and finish
what we'd started earlier. But Gina's insistence won me over. I
sure wouldn't mind spending time with her, but I didn't want
Susan to think that I'd forgotten about her. Somewhat reluctantly,
I agreed to go with them.
"Lemme tell Mom where I'm going," I said quickly, and stood.
Gina hugged my arm and said quietly, "Thank you! I'll make it up
to you."
The touch of her body against mine sent little electric shocks
through me and I had to concentrate very hard on not getting an
erection. Reluctantly, I pulled away and headed toward Mom. I
didn't know much, but I told her, in general terms, where we were
going.
When I returned, Manfred was closing a backpack.
"I've got a pair of towels, an extra blanket, and some water," he
said, settling the pack on his shoulders.
"Good God, Manfred, how long are we gonna be gone?" I asked.
"A couple hours, I guess, but it's nice to have a few things
along," he said with a shrug. "If we get wet, though, we'll have
to share the towels."
And with that, we headed out.
-----
We skirted the shore until we got to one of the streams that
flowed into the marshy end of the natural lake that fed the
swimming lake. We had all worn our sneakers, since we didn't know
what we'd be hiking over. With Manfred in the lead, we turned up
the stream and set off into the pine forest.
We hiked steadily uphill for about an hour and a half, until we
came to a rock outcropping that the stream had been forced to
bypass. On the other side of the outcropping, the water had
formed a quiet pool. The pine needles were thick on the ground
around the pool and when Manfred reached the edge of the water,
he stopped.
We stood still and listened to the wind through the pines above
us and the water draining around the shoulder of the outcropping,
resuming its path down the ridge toward the camp.
"Wow," Manfred said quietly. "This is beautiful."
Even I had to agree with him. The sunlight filtering through the
upper reaches of the pines was muted, and the whole small
clearing was filled with the fragrant scent of pine. The needles
were so thick that they were like a springy bed beneath our feet.
"Why don't we take a break here?" Manfred suggested, pulling his
arms through the straps of his pack. He pulled out a blanket and
handed it to me. "Here, you guys can spread out and relax."
Gina immediately took the blanket from me and grabbed my hand.
Manfred was already pulling another blanket from within the pack
as Gina practically dragged me off. She headed back around the
way we'd come, jumping over the stream where it coursed around
the outcropping. We walked further around the outcropping to
where it sloped back toward the ridge itself. From there, we
could easily climb up to the top of the rock.
Once we reached the flat top, Gina spread out the blanket and
unceremoniously flopped down on it. There was actually soil on
top of the rock outcropping, and a coating of pine needles. With
the blanket on top of the needles, they were simply springy
rather than springy and prickly.
"Are you gonna stand there all day?" Gina asked, teasing me.
"I was thinking about it," I answered tartly.
Her face softened, "I'm sorry, Paul. I know I dragged you out
here, but I just couldn't take it any more."
"Take what?" I asked, finally sitting next to her.
"Jenny and Manfred," she answered, her voice low. "They've been
glued to each other for days now. And there're no other girls my
age in camp. So unless I wanna hang around my little sister and
her friends, I'm stuck with Jenny and Manfred. And you."
"Oh."
"And you're hard enough to find sometimes. So sometimes, I'm just
stuck. All they do is talk to each other. And when I can get
Jenny alone, all she does then is talk about 'Manfred this,' and
'Manfred that' and it's killing me!"
"Oh."
"So when they suggested we hike one of the streams, that was the
last thing that I wanted to do."
"Why didn't you just let them go alone?"
"'Cause Jenny's mom wouldn't let her go alone with a guy. So
either I go with them, or no one goes. And Jenny would pester me
all afternoon. So when we found you in the clubhouse, you were my
savior."
"Oh," I said. "Then I guess I'm glad I could be your savior."
"Me too."
With that, she lay back on the blanket and stretched. I was
busily admiring her body when she suddenly sat up. I thought
she'd somehow busted me for staring at her, but she only started
to untie her sneakers. When she pulled them off, she wiggled her
toes and sighed. I quickly followed suit. She lay back on the
blanket and I resumed eagerly studying her incredible body.
"Are you just gonna sit there," she asked, cracking an eyelid,
"or are you gonna lay down too?"
I shrugged and lay down next to her. The blanket wasn't very wide,
and in order to stay off the prickly pine needles, I had to lay
very close to her; so close that I could feel the heat from her
body. We lay like that for some time, simply enjoying the gentle
breeze through the pines, and the quiet of the forest. We
couldn't hear Manfred and Jenny, and I suspected that they
couldn't hear us either.
I felt Gina move and opened my eyes to find her on her side,
propped up on one elbow, looking at me. I rolled over on my side
and propped my head on my elbow too.
"When's your family going home?" she asked.
"We're staying all summer. We don't have to go back until two
weeks before school starts."
"Wow! Cool. We've got to go back two weeks from Sunday. My dad's
got to produce some special on the history of Charleston."
"Cool."
"Where's your dad?"
"He had to go back to Atlanta to fly. And then his plane had a
problem this morning in San Francisco. So he won't be back until
next Tuesday."
"That's so cool."
"That my dad's stuck in San Francisco?"
"No, silly. That he gets to travel to all those cool places."
"It's not as cool as you'd think," I said. "Sometimes he's gone
for a week at a time. Maybe more, like this summer. Your dad
comes home at the end of the day. My dad comes home every other
week sometimes."
"Yeah. Bummer."
"Yeah, it's usually not that bad though. He's just scheduled all
his trips this summer so that he only has to leave a few times.
But when he's gone, he's gone for a while."
"I bet you miss him."
I thought about it for a second, and realized that I did miss Dad.
"Yeah, I do. I talked to him on the phone this morning when he
called, and that's the first time in about two weeks."
"Wow," she said. "Does he bring you cool stuff from the places he
goes?"
"Yeah, that's one of the really neat things. He always brings
back fresh sourdough bread from San Francisco. Or these great
pies from someplace in Los Angeles. Or Coors beer when they fly
to Dallas." She wrinkled her nose at the mention of the beer.
"Yeah, I don't like beer either. But he'll come back with a
couple of cases of it, you can't get it in Atlanta, and he and
Mom'll have a bunch of their friends over and cook out."
"Cool. My dad doesn't get to travel much. Sometimes, but not much.
He brought us these really cool shirts from New York last year,
but that's about it."
"Yeah, but like I said, at least he gets to come home from work
each night. Sometimes, it's like I talk to my dad in a different
city each night."
"Yeah," she said. "Do you know if anyone is supposed to be in
this weekend?"
"No. I'll have to ask Aunt Susan next time I see her."
"Are you finished working at her house?"
"I guess," I said, and shrugged. "Dwight and I finished putting
up the roof over her back patio this morning. And that's mostly
the last of the stuff she needed me to help with."
"Cool."
I was really enjoying talking to Gina, especially since it was
just the two of us, but I was still kind of hoping that we would
get back to camp in time for me to stop by and see Susan.
"So these nature hikes... how long do they usually last?"
Gina shrugged. "As long as I don't have to pretend not to watch
them playing kissy face, then I don't care."
"Kissy face?"
"Yeah," she said, "kissy face. Whenever they're alone, they're
always playing kissy face."
"Oh."
"I'll bet that's what they're doing now," she said with a grin.
"I bet we can crawl up to the edge of the rock and we'll be able
to see 'em"
"I guess," I said.
Quickly, she rolled onto her stomach and started inching toward
the edge of the rock. She'd laid the blanket about two feet from
the edge of the outcropping, so we didn't have far to crawl. Gina
got to the edge first, and when she looked over, she quickly
pulled her head back.
"What's the matter?" I asked, keeping my voice low.
When I got to the edge of the outcropping and looked over, I knew
what had startled her. Looking down over the edge, I could see
the entire pool beneath us. On the far side of the pool, behind a
smaller rock, I saw Manfred and Jenny, perhaps forty feet away.
Their blanket would've been out of sight of just about anyplace
around the edge of the pool. Except we weren't around the edge of
the pool, we were twenty feet up, on top of the outcropping.
Manfred and Jenny were lying on the blanket, their heads toward
us, and they were pressed very closely together. Jenny was lying
on her back with Manfred propped up one elbow next to her. He was
busily kissing her, and she had her right hand wrapped around his
long, thin erection, busily stroking it.
I quickly ducked my head back down and turned to Gina. She was
blushing, and trying not to laugh.
"See what I mean?" she asked in a low voice.
I nodded, grinning like an idiot. Then Gina's expression changed,
and she got a curious look in her eye. Without a word, she rolled
back onto her stomach and crawled forward. I figured that if she
were going to enjoy the show, so would I.
When I once again stuck my head over the edge of the outcropping,
Manfred and Jenny were still in the same position. Gina looked at
me, smiling conspiratorially, and we both watched the pair of
them fool around.
I was more distracted by Gina's proximity than by what we were
watching. As we lay on our stomachs at the edge, she was pressed
against my right side, her arm to my arm, her hip to my hip, her
leg to my leg. The sensation of her touch was electric, and my
senses swam.
As we watched, Manfred brought his hand up and placed it over
Jenny's breast. He began rubbing and squeezing her flesh, causing
her to arch her back and return his kisses even more ardently.
Gina and I silently watched them for several minutes. Manfred
spread his attentions between both breasts, his mouth never
leaving hers. Jenny continued to stroke his erection, and I
looked on with an analytical detachment, thinking that his dick
looked longer than mine, but also thinner.
I felt Gina shift next to me, pressing closer, and with a mental
groan, I felt my own penis stiffen. It was more a reaction to
Gina's touch than to the sight I was witnessing. I heard Gina
draw a startled breath and shifted my attention back to Manfred
and Jenny.
Manfred had just moved his hand down from Jenny's breasts and it
was slowly inching its way toward her pussy. I could feel Gina's
quivering tension as his hand got closer to Jenny's bush. Manfred
cupped her entire mons and Jenny arched her back again, finally
releasing his mouth from hers. She laid her head back and closed
her eyes. Manfred lowered his lips and began sucking her nipple.
Gina moaned low in her chest, almost silently, and I could feel
her hips moving slightly. When I looked back over my shoulder, I
could see her buttocks clenching and unclenching. As we watched
Manfred play with Jenny's pussy, I could tell that Gina was
getting heated up. Her hips were gyrating slightly and her
breathing was quicker.
Manfred moved his hand back up to cup Jenny's small breast and
with a groan that we could hear from atop the outcropping, he
came. We were too far away to see individual spurts, but I could
tell that he was coming. When he finished, Jenny took her hand
off his shrinking dick and rubbed her stomach where his come
must've landed. They began kissing again, although this time less
fervently, and Gina and I slowly inched back down to our blanket.
"Wow! That was cool," she said.
"Yeah."
Gina rolled over on her back and I stayed on my stomach, keeping
my erection pressed against my belly. She wasn't touching me, but
she was close enough that I could still feel the heat of her body
next to me.
"Wow," she said again.
"Better than seeing them play kissy face?" I asked, teasing her.
"Much better. Although," she said, "I do kinda feel guilty for
watching them."
"Yeah."
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her running her
fingertips lightly up and down her stomach, from just below her
breasts down almost to her pubic hair.
"Mmmmm," she sighed, closing her eyes.
I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to prop myself up on my elbow and
lean down and kiss her. I wanted her to stroke my erection, like
Jenny had been stroking Manfred. I wanted... I wanted a lot of
things, but I was still very afraid of what she'd do if I did
what I wanted to. And deep down, I guess I was still very shy,
despite my experiences over the last weeks.
So, instead of doing what I wanted to do, I rose up on my elbows
and looked over at Gina. Her eyes were still closed, and as I
watched, she licked her lips unconsciously. She was so beautiful
lying there that my heart felt like it was going to explode. I
yearned to reach out and touch her, to kiss her, to make her feel
wonderful. I closed my eyes and imagined what she would look like,
under me, as I slowly thrust into her.
I suddenly felt her looking at me and opened my eyes.
"What were you thinking?" she asked quietly.
I blushed furiously. I wanted to tell her I was thinking about
how beautiful she was. But I couldn't. I could only smile at her,
and wish that I had the courage to tell her how I felt, what I
thought.
Her eyes softened and she returned my smile. I don't know what
possessed me, but if I'd thought about it, I never would've done
what I did next.
I reached toward her and gently ran the back of my index finger
down the smooth skin of her cheek. As my hand returned to its
original position, I smiled at her again. Gina blinked at me,
then blinked again, unmoving. Then she rolled over and folded her
arms in front of her, laying her right cheek on her forearms. She
looked at me for a moment, then got a funny little smile on her
face and closed her eyes.
We lay there for quite some time, and in the silence of the
forest, I simply enjoyed looking at her beautiful face. My
erection thankfully subsided as I studied her features, so
regular, and so exotic. I closed my eyelids and I could still see
Gina's face, in my mind's eye, as she lay there next to me,
quietly breathing, an enigmatic little smile quirking her lips.
I opened my eyes again and she was just as I'd pictured her, only
more lovely. Gina opened her eyes. Finding me still looking at
her, she smiled again and rose up on her arms.
"We'd better get back down there before they realize we were up
here, and figure out we could see everything," she said softly.
I nodded. We got up in companionable silence. Gina picked up the
blanket and folded it over her arm. She smiled at me, and to my
complete and utter surprise, I held out my hand for her. To my
further surprise, she smiled and took it.
We walked back down the outcropping and around to Manfred and
Jenny. We walked in silence, and the gentle clasp of her hand
thrilled me. I'd felt nothing like it before, and it was electric.
As we came around the rock outcropping, by silent consensus, we
started making some noise, to let them know we were coming. When
we sighted the rock that they had been lying behind, Manfred was
just rising. He reached down to help Jenny to her feet. To my
surprise, Manfred blushed. His skin was still fairly pale, at
least compared to the rest of us, and the reaction was easy to
spot.
"I'm going to take a dip in the pool and cool off before we head
back," Jenny said. "Manfred?"
"Sure," he said.
As she passed us, I had to refrain from staring. Gina and I both
could clearly see the dried white come on Jenny's trim stomach.
Gina shrugged and dumped our blanket on theirs. With a tug, she
pulled me toward the pool as well.
-----
We hiked back in silence, the wind picking up force in the tops
of the trees. There was going to be a storm, and the smell of
rain was already in the air. We quickened our pace back to camp,
all of us wanting to make it before the impending deluge hit.
The first fat drops of rain were plopping into the sandy soil as
we emerged from the trees by the feeder lake. With a grin over
his shoulder, Manfred broke into a run. The three of us ran after
him, raindrops falling all around us, hitting us, as we raced up
the hill toward the clubhouse.
We raced up to the front door of the clubhouse and Manfred pulled
the towels out of his backpack. They were still damp from where
we'd dried off earlier, but they were dry enough to soak up the
coating of raindrops we'd picked up on the way up the hill.
We were all panting from our exertions and grinning like idiots
as Manfred set his pack on the ground and handed the towels to
the girls first. He and Jenny dried quickly and stepped through
the screen door. Gina lingered a moment and then handed the towel
to me.
As I began to dry myself, she didn't head into the clubhouse as
I'd expected. I was drying my back, the towel wrapped around me,
when she looked up at me and smiled. I stopped what I was doing
as she stepped forward and pressed herself against me.
I could feel her nipples boring into my chest. She wrapped her
arms around me and I stood witless for a few seconds. The towel
still in my hands, held around me like a cloak, I wrapped my arms
around her. At the touch of her luscious body, my penis
threatened to betray me. With a giggle, she looked up at me, rose
up on her tiptoes and kissed me on the cheek.
"Thanks for rescuing me today," she said with a laugh as she
pulled away.
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Copyright (c) 2002-2006 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved. |
Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
Part: Chapter 21
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: MF, teen, oral
Revision: 1.0
Word Count: 8,969
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Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
by Nick Scipio
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Kendall slept most of Saturday. The few times she got up, I
forced water on her. Her nose eventually cleared up, but her
headache and upset stomach lasted most of the day. Her stuffed-up
nose was probably from the cocaine ("coke nose," Felicia had
called it), but also I recognized the classic signs of a hangover
when I saw them.
While Kendall slept, I puttered around the house. My parents
called, concerned that they hadn't been able to reach me the
night before. They had even called Elizabeth Coulter, who had
driven to our house, only to find it dark and empty.
I told Mom that Kendall and I had gone out to dinner and a late
movie. I didn't broach the subject of my "emergency" spending,
though. I wanted to save that for when I could talk to her face
to face.
I assured her that everything was fine, and promised to call
Elizabeth to set her mind at ease as well. Mom said that they
were having fun in New York City and then asked if I wanted her
to bring anything back. After my spending spree from the previous
night, though, I decided to forego anything from New York.
Finally, we said goodbye and hung up.
Since Kendall was still sleeping off her hangover, I decided to
work out. I had a lot on my mind, and I was going crazy without
anything to do.
My initial anger and frustration over Kendall's cocaine use had
cooled, but I was still disturbed by it. As I did crunches, I
thought about what I wanted to say to her. I went over imaginary
conversations in my head, but all of them ended badly.
Then I began thinking about why cocaine was "wrong." It was
illegal, but why? Who said it was wrong? Society?
A lot of people would say that nudism was wrong. But that didn't
make it true.
An even larger number of people would say that swinging was wrong
as well. But Susan and my parents had always taught me that love
and communication were the keys to a good relationship, rather
than sexual fidelity.
Trust was definitely important, but it was possible to have sex
with another person without breaking the bond of trust in a
relationship. My parents were living proof of that. They were an
exception to the rule, but they were the "norm" I was familiar
with.
So if society said that nudism and swinging were wrong--but I was
raised to know better--what was different about cocaine? What was
different about _any_ drug, for that matter? Who made the rules
about what was right and what was wrong?
As I launched into another round of exercises, I chuckled darkly
at my philosophical turn. I still wasn't _happy_ about Kendall's
cocaine use, but the line between "right" and "wrong" had blurred
a little.
Still, I felt that cocaine was "wrong." I saw what it did to
Felicia. She wasn't a junkie on the street, but she was
definitely under the spell of the drug. For that matter,
_Kendall_ had been as well, if only for a little while. She had
turned into a different person when she snorted the white powder.
In the end, I decided that cocaine seemed like nothing but
trouble. I could rationalize that society had arbitrarily decided
that it was "wrong," but I still couldn't avoid the conclusion
that _I_ thought it was wrong.
I had been raised to avoid drugs, and for most of my life, I had.
I couldn't shake the feeling that I was making the same
subjective decision that society had, but I couldn't deny my
values. My parents had spent more than eighteen years instilling
them, and I wasn't going to revolutionize my attitude in an
afternoon.
Finally, I resolved to talk to Kendall. I wouldn't take a hard
line, and I'd try to be understanding, but I wasn't going to let
her off the hook.
I _couldn't_ know how cocaine made her feel, but I could try to
understand why she'd felt the need to use it. I knew her well
enough to know--to _hope_--that she'd want to avoid drugs in the
future.
As I mechanically did push-ups, I began my imaginary conversation
with Kendall. I hoped the real conversation would go as smoothly
as it did in my head.
Unfortunately, things _rarely_ go as well as we hope.
-----
"I know it was wrong," Kendall said, "but I just couldn't stop
myself."
We were in the Jeep, driving to Chattanooga. It was Sunday
evening. I had avoided the Cocaine Talk (as I'd come to think of
it in my head) until then. Kendall and I had watched TV on
Saturday evening, and then spent a quiet Sunday together, but the
events from Friday night hung over us.
"When we were in the bathroom at the restaurant and Felicia
offered me a bump," Kendall explained, "I started to say no. But
then I thought, 'what the heck! I'm good all the time.' I wanted
to have fun. I wanted to get wild."
"You can get wild _without_ cocaine," I said as evenly as I
could.
"Sure, but Felicia was so cool, and I didn't want to seem like a
square."
"So you snorted _coke_ instead? I mean, _I_ managed to say no."
"Then I guess you're a better person than me," she snapped.
"I didn't mean it like that," I soothed. "I'm sorry."
"Paul, you don't know what it's like," she said. "It made me feel
so _alive_. I could do anything. I could ask you to do what I
wanted, instead of being embarrassed. You don't know what it's
like to be me sometimes. Everybody expects me to be the good
girl, to get good grades, to speak properly, to look nice, to go
to church. _Aaaah!_ I'm going crazy inside!"
I looked at her, a little shocked.
"'Oh, Kendall's such a good girl. Kendall's going to be a doctor.
Kendall gets straight As,'" she mocked. "'Kendall would never
have sex. She'd never do drugs. She's so pure and good.' I hate
it, I tell you. I'm not _like_ that. I'm not some straight-laced
prude."
"No, you're not, but cocaine isn't the way to prove that."
"I know," she said softly, reserved once again, "but... I guess you
just don't understand what my life is like. Everyone has all
these expectations for me, but what about _me?_ What about _my_
expectations? Can't I go out and have fun every once in a while
without someone thinking I'm a slut, or a drug addict, or... or
worse?!"
"Sure you can, but--"
"Then why don't you understand about the cocaine? It's not like
I'm on the corner buying the stuff. I've used it twice, Paul.
_Twice_."
"That's another thing," I said when she paused to take a breath.
"The other time was with Big Mistake Guy, wasn't it?"
"Yes," she said, her mood changing drastically. "But that was a
big, _big_ mistake. That's why I wanted to try... it--the cocaine,
I mean--with _you_. I knew you wouldn't..."
"Wouldn't what?" I asked, dangerously quiet.
"I knew you wouldn't take advantage of... the situation."
"The situation?"
"You know..."
I shook my head.
"Did you realize how horny it made me?" she asked by way of
answer.
I nodded.
"I knew I was safe with you. Besides, I _wanted_ to go wild with
you. I wasn't worried about..."
When the silence drew out, I asked, "What _happened_ with you and
Big Mistake Guy?"
"I don't want to talk about it," she half-whispered.
"Why not?"
"I just don't. I'm not proud of what happened, and... and I don't
really want to relive it."
I nodded silently. Inside, however, I was burning with curiosity.
I wanted to know what had happened, but I didn't want to force
her to tell me. In any event, my silence convinced her to
explain.
"His name was Wes," she said softly, so softly that I almost
missed it. "I met him last year, and I guess I thought he was a
nice guy. But that girl I told you about...," she continued,
"Hayley?"
"I know who she is," I said.
"Oh, that's right, Gina hangs out with her now, doesn't she."
"She doesn't really 'hang out' with Hayley," I said, trying not
to sound defensive. "But she knows who she is. Anyway, what
happened with Hayley and Big Mistake Guy?"
"They were both in my Western Civ. class, and I _thought_ Hayley
was my friend. But she's just _evil_, Paul," Kendall said, with
more venom in her voice than I'd ever heard. Then she sniffed and
wiped her cheek.
I had a similar opinion of Hayley, but I was curious about how
she had managed to earn Kendall's enmity.
"She invited me to a Carnicus party at one of the Pike guys'
houses, because she knew I kinda liked Wes. I swear, though, I
wasn't going to do anything with him," she said, imploring me.
"You know how you can be attracted to someone without doing
anything, right?"
I nodded; I knew _exactly_ how she felt.
"By then," she continued, "I knew Gina was coming to UT, and I
was angry. _You_ were supposed to come to UT by yourself, and we
could be boyfriend-girlfriend... just the two of us. But Gina was
going to spoil everything," she added bitterly. "She's so
_selfish_. She always has been, and I'm the only one who's seen
it."
I clenched my jaw, but didn't speak.
Kendall caught my reaction and hastily returned to her story. "I
swear," she continued, wiping her cheeks, "I didn't mean to do
anything with Wes. Hayley could tell that I was angry, though.
She said I should have fun and maybe even get drunk. I thought
she was being my friend. Now I know different--I don't think she
was _ever_ my friend. Anyway, I guess I was a lot angrier than I
realized. I decided to go to the party because... well... I don't
know why. I was just angry and frustrated and... and... I wanted to
_scream_."
I kept my eyes on the road, but my thoughts were awhirl. So many
things from the past couple of months were starting to make
sense. I'd known that Kendall wasn't happy that Gina had come to
Knoxville, but I hadn't realized that the events surrounding Big
Mistake Guy _also_ had to do with Gina's decision to attend UT.
"I guess I had too much to drink," Kendall said, her voice heavy
with self-recrimination. Then, "I _know_ I had too much to drink.
So when Hayley offered me some cocaine, I said yes. And it made
me feel so _good_, as if this golden glow surrounded me, and I
didn't care that Gina was coming with you. 'I'll show _her_,' I
remember thinking. 'If she wants to fuck everything that moves to
get Paul's attention, then I can too.'"
_Gina hasn't fucked everything that moved,_ I thought crossly.
But I held my tongue.
"I don't really remember exactly how it happened," Kendall said,
drawing my attention back to her story, "but the next thing I
knew, Wes was taking my clothes off. Then he was on top of me...
_inside_ me. I'll spare you the gory details," she whispered
hoarsely, "but I'd done some more coke, so I was... well... I guess I
wasn't myself."
"Did you tell him to stop?" I asked, my emotions under rigid
control.
"At first, I... I didn't _want_ him to stop. It... it felt good.
Besides, I wanted to prove to you that I could be just like Gina.
I know that's silly," she said, wiping her eyes, "but that's what
I remember thinking. _Then_ I started to feel guilty, so I told
him to stop. He didn't, of course," she said, full of bitterness.
"It's my own fault, though, for being there in the first place.
"But it got worse," she said, sniffing miserably. "As soon as he...
finished... I heard applause. Oh, Paul, it was horrible. I looked
up and a bunch of people were on the balcony above us. They were
_cheering!_ I was humiliated, and they were laughing. What kind
of people do that?" she asked plaintively. "Hayley was there,
that evil _bitch_. She probably set the whole thing up. 'Let's
take Kendall out and get her drunk,'" she mocked, suddenly
vicious. "'Let's get her high. Let's watch some Greek _ass_hole
have sex with her.' I _trusted_ her, Paul," she raged.
"She told all the other people at the party, too," Kendall
continued. "Everyone who hadn't seen, at least. They all thought
it was _so_ funny. And by Monday, a bunch of other people had
heard about it. Even Bridget Jameson said she heard 'some
dreadful rumors.' Bridget! She's the sweetest, nicest person in
the world, and even _she_ heard about what happened. The Chi Os
and Pikes must've told _everyone_," she said.
Then she looked at me, defiant and angry. "_Now_ do you
understand why I hate Greeks?! I _hate_ them, Paul. They use
people. That's all they do," she railed. "Bridget and Toni are
okay, but they're the only ones who had anything _nice_ to say to
me. They felt sorry for me. But all the others...," she added with
quiet ferocity, "all the others can... can... can _go to hell!_"
For several minutes, we drove in silence. I didn't know what to
say, and Kendall was consumed by her bitterness and anger.
"The worst part was," she said, turning despondent, "I remember
how good the coke made me feel. I was still humiliated, and I
felt guilty because it was my own fault, but I couldn't stop
thinking about the cocaine. So that's why I wanted to... you know...
to try it with you," she said. "I couldn't stop thinking about
it. And, Paul, it felt _good_. I wanted that feeling again, but
with the right person, instead of some lowlife Greek," she said,
trying to convince me. "I know it was wrong... but I just couldn't
help myself." Then she looked at me, tears streaking her face,
her mascara a black mess. "Do you hate me?"
"I don't hate you," I said.
"You probably think I'm a slut. I _knew_ I shouldn't've told
you," she said. "I knew you wouldn't understand--"
At that point, I pulled to the side of the interstate and came to
a stop.
Kendall looked at me, her eyes wide with anxiety.
"No, I don't think you're a slut," I said, meeting her gaze and
holding it. "And I _definitely_ understand." My anger had cooled,
but I wouldn't soon forget what Hayley and the Greeks had done.
"When I did the coke with Felicia, I just wanted to have fun,"
Kendall said, her voice thick with emotion. "I just wanted to
have fun with _you_. And... I wanted to erase that awful memory of
Hayley's face as she laughed and cheered."
When I pictured Hayley in my mind, I practically snarled. _I want
her _dead_,_ I thought viciously.
"What's the matter?" Kendall asked suddenly.
I shook off my violent thoughts and returned to reality, to the
girl next to me.
"You _do_ think I'm a slut, don't you," Kendall accused half-
heartedly.
"No," I said firmly. "_Hayley's_ the slut. You just trusted the
wrong person," I added. Then I pulled her into my arms.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered.
While traffic whizzed past us, I held her as she wept.
-----
When we reached her house, Kendall was composed. She was still
upset--about the past, as well as the pain of revealing it--but
her tears had dried and she'd fixed her makeup. Fortunately, her
father was working late on a case, so we didn't have to explain
to him why she was so distraught.
In her room, we talked some more, but for the most part, I simply
held her. She promised not to do cocaine again, and even
apologized for trying it in the first place. With all that she'd
told me in the past couple of hours, though, cocaine was the
_least_ of my worries.
By the time I left, she felt better, and even gifted me with a
wan smile after I kissed her goodbye. I, on the other hand, felt
like murdering Hayley Devlin. And if I ever got my hands on Wes--
whatever his last name was, Kendall wouldn't tell me--I'd kill
him too. He deserved worse: something involving hot pokers, dull
knives, or both.
The problem wasn't that Kendall had sex with another guy; I'd
seen that often enough myself. But sex wasn't supposed to be
about humiliation. Nor was it something you did _to_ someone,
especially when they were high on drugs.
Kendall had been guilty of bad judgment, of getting drunk and
trying drugs. Wes had been guilty of rape, as far as I was
concerned. Hayley was guilty of using oxygen that a human being
could've used instead.
When I got home, my parents had returned from New York City. I
wasn't in the mood to hear about their trip, though, so I
welcomed them home and went to my room. Mom knocked on my door
about an hour later.
"Is everything okay, honey?" she asked.
"Yeah."
She could hear the lie in my voice.
"Okay, no," I said at last, "everything's _not_ okay."
She came in and shut the door. "Is Kendall all right? Did
something happen while we were gone? Was it Friday night?"
"It's not Kendall," I explained. "And nothing happened Friday
night," I fibbed. "It's something that happened to her a while
ago. She... she just told me about it."
Mom nodded for me to continue.
"I don't really wanna go into details," I said at last. "I'm
angry enough as is. If I have to think about it any more, I'll
wanna _kill_ someone."
"Is it something her father should know about?"
"God, no," I said hastily. "He's got a gun; he _would_ kill
someone."
Mom was silent for a long moment, letting me think.
"I'm sorry, Mom," I said at last. "I really don't wanna talk
about it."
She nodded and then quietly left me to my dark thoughts.
-----
Over the course of the following day, I went from hot fury to
cold anger. First, I was angry with Gina, simply because she was
_associated_ with the Chi Os. I had to laugh at myself for that,
though. I had fallen into the same trap as Kendall: blaming Gina
for something she didn't have anything to do with.
Of course I was angry with Hayley, Wes, and anyone else who'd
been at that party (Rod?), but I couldn't really do anything
about the past. I guess I also blamed myself, for failing to
protect Kendall. I know it's stupid, since I wasn't even _in_
Knoxville when Big Mistake Night happened, but that's how I felt.
When I talked to Kendall on Monday night, our conversation was
strained at first. I got the impression she was worried that I
was angry with her for what happened with Big Mistake Guy (I
refused to call him Wes, even in my head).
Even though she blamed herself, it _wasn't_ her fault. I made
that point a little more vehemently than I intended, but she knew
me well enough to understand that I was upset about the
situation, not her self-ascribed guilt.
-----
Tuesday afternoon, I went out by myself to finish some Christmas
shopping. I needed to buy a couple of small presents for my
family, especially my grandparents. In addition, I still had to
buy private gifts for Kendall and Gina. Even though they probably
wouldn't get together and compare, I didn't want to get them the
same thing. Unfortunately, I had no idea what to buy either of
them.
On the other hand, I had finally settled on what to get Susan,
who was extremely hard to buy for. Fortunately, I could _make_
her present, although it would take several hours (if not more).
As I drove toward Perimeter Mall, I mentally scheduled the time
to do the work.
When I got to the mall, it took me fifteen minutes just to find a
parking place. Once inside, what should have taken an hour took
almost four. By the time I left, I was sick and tired of crowds.
I had managed to get my grandparents' gifts, as well as a few for
my family, but I still needed to buy a private present for the
girls.
Since I'd already spent so much on Kendall, I wasn't going to
spend _much_ more on her, but I needed to buy her something
special to open when we were alone. I already had two things, but
they were small; I needed something a bit more impressive.
I also had to buy a private gift for Gina, and lingerie seemed
like a good idea. I hadn't bought her any in a while, so I
thought she'd enjoy something new. Besides, she'd have the
opportunity to model it for me, which we'd both enjoy.
As I passed the shopping center with Felicia's store, I decided
to pull in. It wasn't as crowded as the mall, but there were
still a lot of cars in the parking lot. Eventually, I found a
parking place and headed inside.
"I'll be with you in a minute," a harried salesgirl said as I
entered.
"I'll help him," another voice said.
I turned.
Felicia smiled at me. Then she said goodbye to her current
customer, who was headed for the door, laden with shopping bags
full of recent purchases. "Howdy, stranger," Felicia said
brightly.
"Howdy, yourself," I said.
"You look _great!_"
"Thanks," I said. "You look pretty good yourself."
After an awkward moment, she turned demure. Then, softly, she
said, "I didn't know if I'd ever see you again."
"Here I am," I said, laughing nervously. _Why had I come to
_this_ store to buy lingerie,_ I wondered. I knew why, but I
guess I didn't want to admit it.
"We close in half an hour," Felicia said. "Do you wanna get a
drink someplace?"
"I _can't_ get a drink," I hedged. "At least not until I'm
nineteen. Remember?"
"Oh yeah, right! Well then, d'you wanna get dinner someplace.
_Or_," she said, suddenly enthusiastic, "I could fix you dinner.
I grill a mean T-bone."
Part of me wanted to politely decline. But a growing part of me--
below the belt, of course--wanted to accept.
"Please," she said. "No strings attached. Okay?"
"I'd love to, but..."
"C'mon, let's do something. Please? We can do anything you want."
I got the clear impression that "anything" meant _anything_. In
retrospect, I was breaking "bachelor lesson number one"; I was
shopping for groceries when I was hungry (metaphorically
speaking, of course). In other words, it had been a couple of
days since I last had sex, and with Felicia practically begging
me to fuck her, my judgment was a little suspect.
Okay, maybe it was a _lot_ suspect.
"_Any_thing," she repeated, stepping close and looking up with
wide, dark eyes.
"I've got to finish my Christmas shopping," I said evasively.
"I can help you. I don't mind. I need to do some last minute
shopping myself."
Against my better judgment, I caved.
With that, she practically beamed at me. Then she stretched
upward for a kiss. I wondered what I was getting myself into as
she gave me a peck on the cheek. I _knew_ what I was getting
myself into, of course, but I couldn't decide if I wanted to
fight it or not.
For the next thirty minutes, I browsed the shop while Felicia
helped last-minute customers. I spent the time usefully, though,
and found a sheer white chemise and a matching pair of panties
for Gina. Felicia arched an eyebrow when I paid for them, since
they weren't Kendall's size.
"They're for a friend," I said, hoping I didn't sound as lame as
I thought I did.
Felicia's eyes momentarily sparkled, until she realized that they
weren't _her_ size either. She bounced back quickly, though, and
said, "Whatever, sure. Just let me clock out and get my coat, and
then I'll be ready to go. Okay?"
"No problem," I said, taking the bag with my purchase as she
headed toward the back of the store. I milled around for a few
minutes, simply watching the remaining customers leave the store.
"Ready, willing, and able," Felicia said when she returned.
It took me a moment to realize it, but she had changed clothes.
The differences were subtle, but important: her black skirt was
shorter than before, and she had traded her businesslike sweater
for a tighter one with a deep V-neck. And I couldn't help but
notice that her breasts swayed freely, the bumps of her braless
nipples casting shadows in the light from above.
"Do you mind if I ride with you?" she asked as I helped her don
her coat. "I'll leave my car here and you can drop me off later.
Or, if you want, you can ju--"
"That sounds fine," I said, heading off the invitation I knew was
coming.
Her face fell, but then she forced a smile.
Once in the Jeep, she asked what I wanted to shop for. After a
moment's reluctance, I explained that I needed to find a couple
of private gifts for Kendall. (I lumped Gina's gifts in with
Kendall's, since I didn't want Felicia asking questions about my
complex relationship. If she knew I already had two girlfriends,
she might not understand my reluctance for a _third_.)
"I know just the place," she said enthusiastically. "Head for the
airport."
"Why? What's there?"
"This sex shop I know about. It's also a head shop, but they've
got the kinds of things you're looking for."
With only a few misgivings, I followed her directions. _What _is_
it about sex shops?_ I wondered when we arrived. It was dingy and
dreary looking, and I felt like I needed a bath just looking at
it.
"C'mon," Felicia said excitedly, "let's go."
Inside, it was much like the shop in Knoxville: racks full of
magazines, video tapes, and sex toys. Unlike the shop in
Knoxville, though, half the store was devoted to bongs, pot
pipes, psychedelic statues, black-light posters, scales, and a
myriad of things whose use I couldn't even begin to fathom.
"Do you know what you want?" Felicia asked. Then she grabbed my
hand and led me toward the sex toys.
We browsed for a few minutes and then she grew excited.
"Remember I told you about these?" she asked, holding up a small
box with a drawing of two spheres. "Ben Wa balls?"
I nodded. As I recalled the vivid memory of her internal muscles,
my dick began to swell.
"You could get these for Kendall," she suggested.
It wasn't a bad idea, but I didn't want to appear too eager,
because I didn't want her to offer to show me--again--what kind
of muscles she'd developed using the balls. Well, I _wanted_ her
to offer, but I didn't want to disappoint her by turning her
down. So I smiled noncommittally and gave the box a faux-casual
examination.
"They'll really spice up your love life," Felicia urged. "Trust
me."
"Sure," I said at last. "Good idea."
We browsed some more, and Felicia made sure to stick close. She
held my arm, and pressed her breasts against me as often as she
could. I knew what she was doing, of course, but I couldn't
really tell her to stop. Worse, I didn't _want_ to tell her to
stop. My dick, of course, was as hard as steel and seemed to be
cheering her on.
Treacherous organ.
"Hey," Felicia said, "how about one of these?" With that, she
held up a box containing an extremely realistic dildo. "It's not
as big as the real thing," she said, gesturing toward my crotch,
"but I think Kendall would like it."
In reality, I didn't think Kendall would like it one bit; I
thought it would intimidate her. After all, she didn't even have
a _vibrator_, so she probably wasn't ready for a veined and
lifelike rubber cock. On the other hand, Gina would love it.
"Yeah, that's a great idea," I said at last. Then I reached for
the box.
"I'll hold your cock for you," Felicia said playfully, pulling
the box from my grasp. "Do you want me to take it out for you?"
she asked, her eyes round and innocent-seeming.
"That's okay," I said quickly. "Just leave it in the box."
"You want to leave your cock in my box?" she asked. Then she
batted her eyes.
I'm sure I turned six shades of purple.
"You're cute when you blush," she said.
"Um... thanks." My dick was throbbing and my willpower was
crumbling at the same rate. If I didn't get away from Felicia, I
knew what was going to happen. So I wanted to pay for everything
and then take her back to her car. Unfortunately, she had other
ideas.
"How about these?" she asked, holding up a gold chain with clamps
on each end.
"What _are_ they?"
"Nipple clamps," she said. "You put 'em on like this," she
explained, demonstrating on her own sweater-clad nipple. Her eyes
flashed in challenge as she fastened the second clamp over her
other nipple.
"I don't think Kendall would like anything like that," I said.
"But she said her nipples are really sensitive."
"Still," I equivocated, "I think they're probably too far out for
her."
For the next several minutes, Felicia seemed bent on fondling
everything on the shelves. I knew that she was stalling for time,
of course, but it was _working_. Once, she even lifted her skirt
to demonstrate how a strap-on butterfly vibrator worked. She
wasn't wearing panties, of course.
"How do you know so much about this stuff?" I finally asked,
hoping to get her talking, so she'd stop teasing me with sex
toys. It was probably the wrong question, but it was the only one
my sex-fogged brain could come up with.
"I've used most of this stuff before," she said, her finger
tracing the valley between her breasts.
"You said you were a virgin when what's-his-name... Ronny... seduced
you," I said. I tried to keep from glancing at her stiff nipples,
but it didn't work. "So where'd you learn about all this stuff?"
I continued, my eyes once again locked on hers. "From Naldo?"
"God, no. Naldo's good in bed, but he's _real_ traditional."
"Then where?" I asked.
She turned sheepish. "I had this boyfriend on the side, about a
year ago," she explained after a moment. "A lawyer. He was a
super-freak. I mean, he was into everything: nipple clamps, anal
beads, cock rings, hot wax, feathers, you name it."
I tried not to blanch.
"Unfortunately, his wife found out."
"Whoa," I said.
"Yeah, it got really weird after that."
I looked a question at her and gently guided her toward the cash
register.
"His wife kept calling me and stuff. But she was even weirder'n
him."
My eyebrows shot up.
"Seriously," Felicia said. "She wanted me to join 'em for a
threesome, so we could tie him up and 'discipline' him."
"Did you do it?"
"Actually, yeah," she said, blushing. "A couple of times."
"What happened?" I asked, my dick throbbing sadistically.
"She was even freakier than he was, so I stopped returning their
calls. God, those people were totally demented. Fun, in a freaky
way, but totally demented."
"I'll bet," I said.
"Anyway," Felicia said, "that's how I know about most of this
stuff. I've tried to get Naldo to try some of it--the tamer
stuff--but he's too traditional. Straight fucking and the
occasional blowjob, that's all he likes. He won't even go down on
me. I guess that's why I like it when he brings another girl.
He's like every guy on the planet, it seems, so he likes watching
girl-girl action."
I nodded in agreement.
"Anyway, do we need to buy anything else?" Felicia asked. "I
wanna get out of here and... go somewhere private."
"Um...," I said, panic suddenly blossoming in the pit of my
stomach. I wanted to fuck Felicia. I _really_ wanted to fuck her,
but that was the _last_ thing I needed to do. Finally, I got my
emotions under control and glanced toward the cash register.
Before I could say anything, however, I spotted a rack of small
vibrators. I thought I could use them to avoid disappointing her
(when I inevitably told her that I was going to take her back to
her car, of course). "I also wanted to buy one of those for
Kendall," I said.
"A dildo _and_ a vibrator? Sounds like fun."
I took my time choosing. In reality, I was stalling. I was pretty
sure I knew what would happen once Felicia and I were alone
together. So I dithered over the vibrators, hoping my erection
(and libido) would take a breather. Unfortunately, I was
disappointed, on both counts.
Finally, I selected a smaller vibrator, which took AA-cell
batteries instead of C-cells. It was plain white, and looked like
the perfect beginner's vibrator. With that, I used most of the
cash in my pocket to pay for everything.
When we got in the Jeep, Felicia pressed herself against my right
side, the feeling of her luscious breasts completely distracting
me. I normally had a lot of self-control, but there's only so
much flirting a guy can take.
"Do you want to go to my place?" she asked, rubbing her hand over
my thigh. "We can have a drink and relax."
"I dunno..."
"I can fix you dinner," she said, her hand inching toward my
crotch. "And then I can model some lingerie for you."
"I should probably get you back to your car," I said, my voice
tight. Then I put my hand on hers, to stop its progress toward my
erection.
"We can do anything you want," she whispered, her voice husky.
"It's getting late."
"_Anything_."
Deliberately, I started the Jeep. Then I moved her hand from my
knee, ostensibly so I could shift.
I felt bad for disappointing her, but I knew that I shouldn't
have sex with her. My deal with Kendall and Gina was simple: as
long as they were with me, sex with another girl was okay. I
hadn't strictly followed the rules, but _one_ of the girls had
always been present when I'd had sex with someone else. Having
sex with Felicia--by myself--wouldn't simply bend the rules, it
would break them.
So I pulled onto the street and hoped I wouldn't explode in my
pants before I had a chance to get home and jerk off. As I drove,
I kept my attention on traffic. Felicia did everything in her
power to distract me: flipping her hair; idly chewing on a nail;
moistening her lips; and drawing her skirt up to flash me her
long, long legs. I watched it all in my peripheral vision, my
erection throbbing hopefully.
When we finally reached the shopping center with Felicia's store,
she directed me around back, to the employee's parking lot. My
stomach lurched when I realized that it was deserted _and_
secluded.
I parked next to her car, but left the Jeep's engine running. I
was trying to hint to her that nothing was going to happen
between us, but she was determined. When she leaned toward me for
what I hoped would be a chaste goodnight kiss, I began to lose
hope.
Instead of kissing my cheek, she shifted at the last moment and
her lips met mine. Our kiss rapidly heated up. I didn't want to
hurt her feelings by pushing her away, but our friendly goodnight
kiss had rapidly turned into something from a movie. The next
thing I knew, she pressed her body against mine as she spanned
the gap between our seats. Then she caressed the bulge of my
hard-on, her fingers insistent.
"Oh, God," she gasped when she finally pulled back, "you make me
so wet. I've been thinking about you since Saturday, thinking
about your big cock."
I tried to muster my willpower and resist her. My hands were
poised, ready to push her away.
"And I never got to taste you," she said breathlessly. She kissed
my jawline and then down my neck. "You said you liked blowjobs,
but I never sucked you off. God, I want to feel you in my mouth,"
she said, her breathing heavy. Then she kissed my shirt-covered
nipple, sending shivers up and down my spine.
At that point, I still could've pushed her away.
She descended to my crotch, her fingers worrying my zipper open.
I knew I should tell her no, but--
She extracted my rock-hard erection.
My protests died unspoken as she wrapped her lips around my cock.
She swallowed half of my shaft and then sucked gently. Her
technique wasn't as good as Kendall's, but I was too worked up to
care. With a guilty sigh, I silently admitted that I never wanted
to say no in the first place.
I put my hand on the back of her head and guided her pace as she
bobbed up and down. Within a few minutes, I was ready to explode.
Felicia sensed my impending climax and let my erection slip from
her lips.
"Come in my mouth," she said. "I swallow."
Who was I to refuse?
A half second later, she descended on my shaft, and I closed my
eyes as the pressure built in my balls.
With a groan, I held her head down and closed my eyes as the
first rush of orgasm broke over me. My cock swelled in her mouth
and she cried out in surprise when the first spurt hit the back
of her throat. She was ready for the second spurt, but she still
moaned softly.
I launched two more streams into her mouth before I felt her
swallow, but she didn't stop sucking. After nearly a minute, she
raised her head and smiled at me. Her lips were shiny with saliva
and semen.
"I've got keys to the store," she said, her voice full of desire.
"C'mon."
I hesitated.
"Please? I need you to fuck me. No strings attached, okay?"
Without waiting for me to answer, she hopped out and headed for
the employee entrance. I didn't want to seem like a cad--to take
my blowjob and then just leave--so I killed the idling engine,
tucked my semi-hard dick in my pants, and then followed her.
Once inside, I intended to let her down easily, but she had other
plans. She kissed me, and I tasted myself on her lips.
"God, Naldo won't even kiss me after I go down on him," she said
when she pulled back. Before I had a chance to answer, she kissed
me again. When our kiss heated up, my dick quickly expanded to
its full length.
As Felicia pressed her body against me, I had a silent argument
with my conscience. I'd already broken the rules. At that point,
it was simply a matter of degrees: a blowjob versus a blowjob and
more. How _much_ more was largely irrelevant.
I tried to resist Felicia's advances, but I was still horny. When
she fumbled for my renewed erection, I silently admitted what I'd
known (feared?) all along: I was going to fuck her.
_Note to self: Never shop for groceries when you're hungry.
Never. N-E-V-E-R. You'll come home with a bunch of junk food and
a horny blonde (with fantastic tits)._
At the moment, the horny blonde was rubbing those very same
fantastic tits over my chest. When she finally freed my hard-on,
she stroked it for a moment.
"God, you make me so _wet_," she whispered, her voice silky with
desire. Then, "I love your big cock." After a minute or two, she
released my shaft and ran her fingers up my chest. Then she
flipped my coat over my shoulders in one smooth motion.
I could take a hint. While I finished removing my coat, she
unbuttoned my shirt. She practically tore my shirttails out of my
pants in her haste to undress me. At that point, I took over and
slid the shirt the rest of the way off.
While she sucked my nipples--which still made me self-conscious,
no matter how good it felt--I tugged at her coat. Distracted, she
pulled it off and then tossed it aside.
At that point, I lifted her sweater, her firm breasts tumbling
free. She growled impatiently and pulled the sweater over her
head. Topless, she tilted her face up for a kiss and pressed
herself against me, her breasts warming the bare skin of my
chest.
Without breaking the kiss, she fumbled at my belt until she had
it undone. In a frenzy of kissing and lust-hurried moans, we
finished undressing each other. Then she pulled me toward her and
took a step back.
When she bumped into the manager's desk, she started to scoot
onto the desktop. Then she groaned in exasperation, reached back
blindly, and cleared the desk with a sweep of her arm. The phone
landed on the floor with a ringing crash.
With that, Felicia scooted onto the desk and spread her legs.
"Fuck me," she begged. "God, please fuck me. I wanna feel your
cock inside me."
I set the tip of my dick against the damp, soft hair of her
pussy. Without looking down, I found her opening by touch and
eased forward. My glans spread her inner labia and when I was
sure I had the angle right, I slammed my length into her. She
gasped from the force of my thrust, but clutched me tight, her
breathing ragged and quick.
As I began thrusting, she locked her legs around me. Then she
wrapped her arms around my neck and held on. Eventually, though,
she lay back on the desk.
Flat on her back, her breasts bounced with each thrust, and my
eyes were inexorably drawn to them. They were so full, so
perfect, her pink nipples describing circles in the air as I
pounded away.
She cried out each time my hips slammed into her, gasping "Oh
God" over and over again. After several minutes of furious
thrusting, I slowed my pace and bent over her, bracing myself
with knuckles on the desktop. She dragged her fingernails down my
back and then gripped my ass, as if trying to pull me deeper.
My pace still measured, I captured one of her nipples, biting it
gently. When I switched nipples, she urged me on with sighs and
moans.
Finally, I stood up straight and grabbed her hips for leverage. I
took a couple of long strokes, my dick almost slipping free each
time. Her supple belly heaved as she groaned in ecstasy, my
thrusts sinking deep. Then, all of a sudden, I went into
overdrive, my hips slamming into her pelvis as slapping noises
filled the office.
After several minutes of rapid-fire pounding, I pulled out, my
cock slick with her juices. She moaned, but then quickly hopped
off the desk when I motioned for her to bend over it. Her round
ass greeted me as I stepped forward.
As soon as my dick touched her opening, she hung her head and
braced for my onslaught. Once I eased the crown of my cock into
her pussy, I gripped her hips. Then I held still, letting the
anticipation build. The moment she lifted her head to see why I
was waiting, I rammed forward so hard that the desk lurched
beneath us.
She cried out in pleasure, her arms spread to brace herself. I
began pounding into her, my hips slapping her round ass with each
thrust. Her hot, slick pussy caressed my shaft, and I closed my
eyes to simply enjoy the sensations. After several minutes, I
buried myself as deep as I could and then stopped thrusting.
"I want to watch you while you fuck me," Felicia said,
breathless.
With a wordless nod, I pulled out, my dick bobbing gently as I
backed away from her.
Instead of rolling over on the desk, she simply spread her coat
on the floor and lay on it. Then she beckoned to me. As I knelt
between her thighs, I simply admired her body. She grew nervous
at my hesitation, so I smiled to reassure her. Then I lowered my
hips and eased forward, my dick seeking the warmth of her pussy.
Once I slid into her, I started rocking my hips, driving her wild
with short thrusts. She returned the favor by clenching her
internal muscles. When I started fucking her in earnest, she ran
her hands up and down my triceps, her eyes holding my own.
As her pleasure mounted, she closed her eyes, her face contorting
in ecstasy. I wasn't ready to come yet, so I steadied my pace.
Besides, I was enjoying her reactions as I fucked her: she bit
her lip, her nostrils flared, she mewled with pleasure.
Finally, though, I was ready to come. So I held myself above her,
push-up style. My body bowed toward her as I buried my shaft in
her pussy. My balls felt tight, and I knew they were ready to
unleash a torrent of semen deep inside her.
With a final lunge, I slammed into her and stopped moving.
Pleasure lashed my senses as I shut my eyes and emptied my balls.
She cried out, her fingernails digging into my ass, trying to
pull me deeper.
When I finally came to my senses and opened my eyes, I gazed down
at her.
She was panting and grinning. "Are you sure you're only
eighteen?" she asked.
I swallowed hard and then nodded. "Why?"
"'Cause you fuck like a god."
-----
A little while later, Felicia got up to use the bathroom. She
took her purse with her and blew me a Marilyn Monroe-style kiss
as she shut the door.
I took the opportunity to retrieve the phone and call home. When
I'd left the house, I said I'd be gone for a couple of hours.
That was eight hours earlier.
I fibbed and told my mom that I'd met a friend from high school
and gone to dinner with "him." Then I told her that I'd be home
in a couple of hours, around midnight.
"That's fine, honey," she said. "Wake me up when you get home,
though. You know I can't sleep till I know you're home safe."
"Okay, Mom. Thanks," I said, chuckling at our long-standing joke.
"Bye."
When Felicia emerged from the bathroom, she looked excited. I
didn't need Kendall's insight--or experience--to realize that
she'd probably snorted some coke. When she sniffed a couple of
times and pinched her nostrils, I was sure.
I suppressed my natural reaction and forced a smile.
"Who were you on the phone with?" she asked.
"I called my folks," I explained, "to let 'em know when I'd be
home."
"Oh. Do you need to go?" she asked, her face falling.
"Not yet," I said. "But I need to be home by midnight."
"Curfew?" she asked, half sarcastic, half serious.
"No," I said flatly. "I'm just being responsible." _Or at least
I'm _trying_ to,_ I reflected, thinking about the past several
hours of _ir_responsible behavior. Irresponsible, true, but
sinfully enjoyable, although I sincerely hoped Felicia meant the
"no strings attached" part.
"Sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to--"
"It's okay," I said quickly.
She smiled gratefully. Then she waggled her eyebrows and let her
eyes roam over my body. "So," she asked, her voice sultry, "what
time is it? How long before you have to leave?"
"Long enough."
"_I'll_ say," she said, her eyes on my dick. Her breasts swayed
as she walked toward me and then knelt at my feet. With a smile,
she began kissing my expanding cock.
We spent the next hour in a frenzy of sex. We fucked on the
floor. We fucked on the desk. We fucked against the wall. We
fucked out in the store itself. We even fucked against the cold
glass of the front window, cars whizzing past on the street. If
anyone had looked, they would've seen Felicia's perfect breasts
pressed against the plate glass as I fucked her from behind, the
heat of her body forming a halo of condensation on the window.
She came twice: once while I bent her over the sales counter and
fucked her from behind, my fingers busy on her clit; the second
time while she rode me in the center of the store, her clit
grinding against the base of my shaft.
Finally, I rolled her to her back and began pounding into her,
intent upon my own orgasm.
"Come inside me," she urged, lifting her hips and thrusting
against me.
After less than a minute, I buried my length in her molten pussy
and then held still. Her pussy clamped around my cock, her
trained muscles rhythmically gripping me. I came with a rush of
sound and sensation, groaning as I blasted her inner walls.
"Oh, God," she gasped. "I can feel it."
Panting, I collapsed against her when my orgasm subsided.
"Oh, God," she whispered over and over, her arms and legs wrapped
around me. Then, "I love the feeling of come inside me. It feels
like... love." With that, she began planting tender kisses on my
shoulder, her breath soft upon my skin.
-----
A little before midnight, we gathered our discarded clothes and
got dressed. Then we put the manager's desk in a semblance of
order and rearranged the racks of clothes that we'd knocked out
of place in the heat of passion.
After we straightened up, I went to the bathroom. I also checked
myself in the mirror. Unfortunately, I was a rumpled mess. I
tucked in my shirt, dragged my fingers through my hair, and hoped
the smell of sex wasn't _too_ obvious.
When I emerged, Felicia looked at me, more awake than ever. I
might be a little slow on the uptake sometimes, but I knew what
she'd been up to. I didn't say anything, but my look of
disapproval spoke volumes. She saw my expression and self-
consciously wiped her nose.
"So," she asked, changing the subject, "do you wanna get together
sometime? Maybe tomorrow night? I could cook you that T-bone I
promised."
"I can't," I said, a little harsher than I meant to. I smiled to
soften the blow. "I've got to meet... a friend... at the airport."
"Oh... okay."
"Maybe some other time," I suggested.
"Maybe some other time."
I felt guilty. And I felt even more like a cad.
"I knew it wouldn't work anyway," she said.
"You can call me sometime," I suggested. Then I mentally kicked
myself. "When I get back to school, I mean."
She looked up, her dark eyes full of questions.
"I'm pretty busy from now until the end of the year. I mean, I'm
going to Chattanooga for Christmas Eve," I explained, "and then
my family's going on vacation the day after Christmas. As soon as
we get back, I head off to school," I finished.
"That's cool," she said, trying to sound detached.
"Well," I said, after a moment's awkward silence, "I guess we'd
better get going."
"Paul?" she asked suddenly.
I turned.
She looked at me with yearning eyes. Then her face fell. "Never
mind," she said softly. Then, "We'd better lock up, I guess."
As we stood outside the store, I gave her a kiss. I could tell
that she wanted more, especially since she was probably horny
from the coke, but I stuck to a chaste kiss on the cheek. _No
strings attached,_ I tried to silently remind her. _Remember?_
I held her door while she got into her car. Then I got into the
Jeep and started the engine. I waited a moment until she started
her car before I backed out. When I waved goodbye, she waved in
return. Her expression was hard to read, but she didn't look
happy.
She wanted more than I could give, and I shouldn't have let
things go as far as they had. But I couldn't _un_-cross that
bridge. As I drove home, my thoughts were chaotic, and I had the
sinking feeling that "no strings attached" didn't mean the same
thing for both of us.
-----
Copyright (c) 2005-2006 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.
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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 14
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mf, teen, oral, voy, exhib, mast, pett
Revision: 1.02
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I stood there for a moment and simply fumed. I balled my hands
into fists and then flexed my fingers. Tension and frustration
flowed through my body, and I felt my muscles begin to quiver
slightly with pent-up emotion. My breath came in staccato bursts
through my nose, the sound like a bull makes when it's ready to
charge.
"Paul, please."
Maybe it was the strumming of emotion in my ears, or maybe it was
simply the wind in the trees, but I still couldn't tell whose
voice it was. I strained and replayed the plea in my head, trying
to discern the speaker.
Why did I care?
I'd only gotten scorn and derision from Gina. Kara's revelation
and attraction notwithstanding, I wasn't in the mood for human
contact, much less female contact.
"Please."
She sounded desperate, and I almost turned. But with an effort of
will, I slowly relaxed my muscles, from head to toe. Then I took
a deep breath. Without turning around, I continued walking.
Behind me, I heard the sound of sobbing. I was so angry, I didn't
care.
If you beat a dog enough, sooner or later it will quit coming
back for more. I had reached that point. I was tired of playing
the idiotic puppy that was eager to get kicked again.
Twilight was deepening as I reached the edge of the lake. When I
turned up the hill, I heard footsteps behind me--I ignored them
and deliberately kept walking. A hand reached out and grabbed my
bicep, but I pulled away with an angry shrug and continued up the
hill. She reached out for me again, this time with both hands. I
could have pulled away a second time, but I didn't. I honestly
didn't care which girl it was. I rounded on her furiously.
"What?!"
Kara flinched and shrank back. I'm sure the look in my eyes
clearly conveyed how livid I was. I'm not usually a violent
person, but at that moment, I wanted to break something.
"Paul, I--"
"Is this some fucking _game_ to you?! Who Gets The Guy? You and
Gina play it, maybe you flip a fucking coin?"
She shook her head and backed away as I advanced menacingly
toward her.
"This is my fucking _life_ we're talking about!" I raged.
She stopped backing up and clasped her hands in front of her.
Then she closed her eyes, swallowing hard as she did.
I could tell she was scared, and I felt a momentary pang of
guilt.
"Paul... Come back. _Please?_" Her voice was soft, feminine,
scared, and so much like Gina's.
"Why?" I asked, my tone laden with scorn. "Do I have an abuse
low-level light? Maybe I need to go back so she can put a fucking
cherry on the bitch sundae? Is that it?"
Her eyes still closed, Kara shook her head.
"What then? What possible reason could I have for going back to
that clearing?"
"She loves you."
"Yeah?" I snorted derisively. "Well, she's got a strange fucking
way of showing it." I took a step toward her and she
involuntarily flinched. "When I love someone," I said, "I don't
treat them like shit."
"She was scared."
"Scared?!" I waved my arms and she cringed again. "Of what?" She
started to speak but I cut her off. "This I gotta hear. I wanna
know what's so scary that it turns a woman into a first-fucking-
class bitch."
Kara opened her eyes and looked at me steadily. "She was scared
of losing you."
"Yeah? Well, she must be fucking terrified now, because now she's
actually _lost_ me."
"No, please. You can't mean that." She reached for me
automatically, but one look at my suddenly feral expression and
she recoiled in alarm.
"You want to see how much I mean it?" I asked dangerously.
She shook her head quickly. "I know you still love her," she
said.
"And what makes you think that?" Some of the towering rage was
draining out of me, but I was still full of adrenaline and
seething with resentment.
"You remember I told you about the opposite of love?"
"So?"
"It's not hate. It's indifference."
"Yeah, well, it may take me a while, but right now I'm working on
indifference."
She looked at me, her face a mask of anguish, and her eyes
brimmed with tears.
Without saying another word, I turned and walked up the hill.
-----
I lay on my bed for a long time that night. Sometime later, Erin
climbed into the bunk beneath me and said goodnight. I mumbled
something but she was too sleepy to reply. Mom and Dad came back
a while later, but I didn't feel like talking to them.
My emotions were awhirl and I was full of conflicting desires. In
my mind, I summoned up the conversation and thought it through.
Even though recalling Gina's attitude only served to make me
angrier, I still did it. Why couldn't I stop thinking about her?
Why was she so mad at me? What had I done? I just didn't
understand her, or girls at all, for that matter. I thought I
did, maybe a little, but I was wrong.
Worse still, my feelings alternated between horny and furious. My
poor dick probably didn't know what to do, stand at attention or
simply lie there and be still. Thinking of Gina and her sisters
having sex made me incredibly horny, and I would feel my manhood
stiffening. Then I would think of her expression, or her attitude
over the past week, and my erection would just as quickly
deflate.
The worst part (worse than being horny, angry, and alone, that
is) was that I felt adrift. Gina had always been a sort of an
anchor for me. Even when I was most worried about Amy and her
potential pregnancy, I couldn't stop thinking about Gina. Now, I
felt that queasy feeling you get when you spin around so much
that you can't tell which direction is up.
I also felt bad about yelling at Kara. I know she was only trying
to help, but I was angry and she was convenient. I knew better
than to take my resentment and frustration out on her, and I
castigated myself for doing it.
At the root of it all was the despair I felt. I wanted to be
angry with Gina. I wanted to make her hurt and suffer as much as
I had. But I also loved her. I couldn't shake the feeling, no
matter how hard I concentrated on all her petty, vindictive
actions.
Love isn't supposed to hurt like this, is it?
Needless to say, I didn't sleep well that night.
-----
When I got up the next morning, it was still early. I was tired,
but I was awake. I didn't even feel like working out. I grabbed
my towel and headed down to the lake. A cool morning mist hung
over the water, but I dived in anyway.
I swam out to the raft and pulled myself onto it. The sun was
just coming over the ridge behind the clubhouse, and I watched
the first rays bathe the valley with their orange glow. For a
moment at least, I was at peace. I didn't think of anything
except the sun and the slowly warming air around me. As the
golden shafts of light touched more and more of the basin, the
air filled with the sounds of the woods.
After a while, I took a running dive and knifed into the cold,
clear water. I swam to the shore on one lungful of air, coming up
in a burst of spray, gasping for breath. I slicked back my hair,
put my hands on the brick coping, and kicked upward. Not
bothering to even dry myself, I wrapped my towel around my waist
and headed up the hill.
I sat on the clubhouse's side patio for a long time, simply
looking out over the shuffleboard courts. I could hear the sounds
of people trickling into the clubhouse behind me, but I paid them
little attention.
I knew I had a big day ahead of me--moving all of Mr. Kestrel's
belongings--so I wanted to enjoy the quiet as long as I could. I
still didn't know if Gina would help us or not, and I'd like to
say I didn't care.
Unfortunately, I did.
Once my immediate anger and pent-up frustration had been
expunged, I realized that I wanted to see her. I thought I was
crazy. I _must_ be crazy.
When I heard the screen door behind me open, I idly wondered who
it was, but didn't turn around. The person pulled a chair next to
mine and moved around to sit down. In my peripheral vision, I saw
a short, shapely, darkly tanned body. I wondered how I would feel
if it was Gina. Once again, conflicting emotions assailed me.
"Hi," she said.
I turned and Kara smiled at me tentatively. "Hi," I said flatly.
"So," she said conversationally. "You all are moving Mr.
Kestrel's stuff today, right?"
I regarded her coolly. "That's not what you came here to talk
about, is it?"
She blinked in surprise and then shook her head.
I crossed my legs and turned back to look down the terraced hill.
"Listen," I said. "I'm sorry about last night. I know you were
only trying to help. I was angry."
"I know."
"That's not an excuse for how I treated you, though," I said. "I
wasn't angry with you, and I shouldn't have lost my temper. I'm
sorry."
She was silent for a moment.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw her nod.
"You had every right to be angry. Gina hasn't been very nice to
you." She paused and then drew a deep breath. "And I probably
shouldn't've said what I said."
I shook my head. "It needed to be said, I guess. I mean, I know
what I did was wrong. Hearing it from you didn't make me feel any
worse."
She nodded.
"But I don't think Gina thought she was doing anything wrong," I
said. "She needed to be knocked off her high horse, and I sure
couldn't do it."
Kara shrugged and nodded again.
We sat in silence for a few minutes, the unseen presence of Gina
hanging in the air between us.
"How is she?" I finally asked.
"Upset. Ashamed. Scared."
I nodded silently.
"She still loves you," Kara said softly.
I nodded again, not trusting myself to speak. On one hand, I
wanted to make Gina hurt like I had hurt, like I _did_ hurt. It
was mean and spiteful, but it was how I felt. On the other hand,
I wanted to do _anything_ to take away her suffering and pain.
"She wants to talk to you."
"Yeah, well, I don't know if I'd be very good company right now."
Kara was silent for a long moment. "You know," she said
reflectively, "you're a lot more mature than most sixteen-year-
old guys."
I shrugged.
"I'm serious. You're kinda introspective, and you actually think
about what you say before you say it."
I didn't know how to respond, so I kept my mouth shut.
"Maybe that's why I'm so attracted to you."
My throat suddenly felt tight.
"You're not even really like guys _my_ age," she said.
I snorted softly.
"It's true. I know that's why Stacy loves you. Well, that and a
lot of other reasons."
"I guess."
She nodded. "And it's why you're so sexy."
I turned to regard her as calmly as I could. "You mean, you were
serious about... um... what you said last night?"
She nodded simply.
My towel-covered penis stirred at the thought, but I tried to
consciously will my arousal to subside.
"Yeah," she said. "I was. I am. I think you're really sexy. And
hunky. But... well... Gina and I kinda have these rules."
I thought back to a conversation I'd had with Gina, on the couch
in my family's cabin. It had been her last day at camp the
previous summer, and it had been nearly perfect. I wondered if
I'd ever get the chance to repeat the experience. I shook my head
and dragged my thoughts back to the present.
"We had this big fight a couple of years ago," Kara said. "About
a guy."
"She told me."
"She did?"
I nodded.
"Yeah, that makes sense. Ever since then," she continued, "we've
kinda had these rules. The big one is that we never try to steal
the other one's guy."
"Yeah, I know."
"So... I mean... you know. Since she's still got feelings for you,
I've got to respect that."
In a way, it was a relief. But in a way... Stop it, Paul! You too,
little Paul.
"I might not want to," she said, "but I will. Even after some of
the things Stacy told me." She closed her eyes and swallowed
hard. "That thing you do, where you stop and calm down for a
minute, so you can last longer." She shivered involuntarily.
"God, there are a lot of older guys who've never figured _that_
one out."
I blinked at her, completely flabbergasted.
When she opened her eyes and saw my expression, she grinned.
"Sorry. I guess I got a little carried away."
"Well," I said dryly, "you were pretty close to having _me_ carry
you away."
She smiled wryly and inclined her head in my direction.
I shrugged.
"I just wanted you to know that I really do think you're
attractive, and I was serious about what I said last night. But...
you know."
I nodded.
"We can't do anything. Gina would never forgive me. And you might
be a great guy..." Her eyes wandered over my shoulders and torso,
then momentarily settled on my groin. "But she's my sister.
Okay?"
"I'm cool," I said.
She reached out and put her hand on my arm. "Thanks. You _are_ a
great guy. You and Gina really do deserve each other."
"I dunno."
"You really do. You just need to figure that out for yourselves."
"I guess."
"She still wants to talk to you," Kara said.
I didn't know how I felt about that, or if I was even ready. On
one hand, I was still a little angry with her. I couldn't wipe
away my feelings of frustration and resentment overnight. It
might have been mean-spirited and bitter, but I wanted to make
her sweat a little. But, I thought to myself ruefully, that was
precisely what she had done to me. Was I big enough to forgive
and forget? I wanted to think so, but I just wasn't sure.
"If you don't want to talk to her, I'll tell her."
I shook my head. "No," I said. "I guess we probably need to talk.
I don't know exactly how I feel about her, but I won't do to her
what she did to me."
"I understand."
I nodded.
"Is now okay? Or do you want to wait till later?"
"Now's fine, I guess."
Kara nodded and placed her hands on my forearm. "You _are_ a
great guy, Paul. In many ways, you're a lot more mature than
Gina. You're the first big relationship she's had with a guy."
I nodded.
"She's scared, and insecure, and she doesn't really know what to
do. But she _does_ love you."
"Okay. Thanks."
She stood and then bent to kiss my cheek. "I'll go get her," she
said softly.
I stopped her before she could leave. "One question," I said
quietly.
She looked at me a little pensively, but nodded.
"When I stormed off last night," I asked, "which one of you
called out to me?" When Kara smiled patiently, I found myself on
pins and needles, waiting for the answer. She looked into my eyes
and I tried not to let my anxiety show.
"Gina," she said.
I looked at her skeptically. "Really?"
"Yeah," she said, nodding. "She called out at first, but I ran
after you. Obviously."
I nodded solemnly. "Thanks."
She patted my arm. "I'll go get her now."
I nodded again, and she turned to leave.
A few minutes later, I heard the screen door open behind me. I
was tempted to keep staring straight ahead, but I mentally
admonished myself and turned to look.
Gina stuck her head out tentatively. Her eyes were red from
crying, and instead of looking at me, she stared at the ground.
"Can I come out?" she asked softly.
"Yeah."
She stepped onto the porch and let the screen door shut softly
behind her. When it became clear she was just going to stand
there, I gestured to the chair her sister had so recently
vacated. She sat, and I noticed a couple of wadded-up Kleenex in
her fist. She also wore the silver bracelet I'd given her.
Neither of us spoke for several long moments, and I could almost
feel her anxiety growing. For my part, I don't know what I felt.
It was kind of like one part love, two parts simmering
resentment.
"So," I said musingly. "What did you want to talk about?" How
lame was that?!
"Did Kara tell you...?" she asked hesitantly.
I nodded. "Yeah," I said without looking at her. "But it's not
the same as you telling me."
She sniffled. Out of my peripheral vision, I saw her wipe the
corner of her eye. "What do you want to know?"
When I turned and looked at her, I knew what she thought I was
going to ask. I could almost _feel_ her desire, but I just
couldn't bring myself to do it. I don't know how I knew, but I
did. She thought I was going to ask if she still loved me.
Instead, I said, "I dunno. I guess I want to know why."
She looked panicked for a moment, looking over her shoulder and
then back at me. "Didn't Kara tell you?"
I nodded. "But I want to hear it from you."
She swallowed hard and looked at me with wide, scared eyes.
I let the silence draw out. "So... why?"
She fidgeted with her Kleenex, staring at her hands as she did.
"I was angry," she said meekly.
"Yeah, well, that much was obvious," I said sardonically.
"And scared."
"Of what?"
She took a deep, shuddering breath. "Of losing you."
"Why?" I asked, genuinely perplexed. When we'd had The Talk,
hadn't I said I loved her? Hadn't I said I wanted to work things
out? Did I stutter?
She shrugged expressively.
"What made you think that?"
Instead of answering me, she fidgeted with her Kleenex and made a
noncommittal sound.
"Okay," I said. "Forget it. I guess there's no sense in bringing
it up again."
She looked up and gazed at me intently, trying to discern my
mood.
I smiled. It wasn't a happy smile, but at least it wasn't a
scowl. Over the past week, I'd seen more than my fair share of
scowls, mostly from Gina. As much as I might have wanted to, I
didn't return the favor.
She smiled sadly in return.
"Do you _want_ to have a relationship with me?" I asked.
She looked hopeful. "If you want me to."
I shook my head, but I immediately realized she misunderstood me.
I quickly explained. "It's not about what _I_ want. It's about
what _you_ want. So, what do you want?"
"I want things to go back to the way they used to be," she said
softly.
"That may take some time," I said honestly.
She nodded sadly and then studied her hands.
"But if we _talk_ to each other, instead of just getting angry
and frustrated, I think we'll both be happier."
When she looked up and saw that I was serious, she smiled the
first happy smile I'd seen from her in a long time. It was still
a far cry from the bright smile she flashed when she was truly
happy. Her expression was wan and a little scared, but it was a
start.
"Do you still want to help move Mr. Kestrel's stuff?" I asked.
"If you want me to."
I started to tell her it wasn't about what _I_ wanted, but
checked myself. "I'd like that," I said instead.
Her answering smile actually reached her eyes.
"Why don't we have breakfast?" I suggested. "How 'bout a couple
of oranges?"
She nodded quickly and practically leapt to her feet. "I'll get
them," she said.
She was through the door before I could even answer. In little
more than a minute, she returned with two large oranges and some
paper towels. We ate the oranges in a companionable, if
uncertain, silence.
I still loved her. I was sure of that. But I still had a great
deal of resentment and hurt to work through. That would take
time.
-----
I went looking for Manfred and Jenny as soon as Gina and I
finished breakfast. I wanted to get the truck loaded before the
heat of the day. And I didn't want the two of them sneaking off
for a morning quickie before I could find them. We had a job to
do, and I wanted to get it done.
Luckily, I found them each having breakfast with their respective
families. I looked at my watch, eight fifteen, and told them to
meet me at Susan's house in fifteen minutes. I also told them
that they'd probably want to wear sneakers. They both seemed
eager to help--I guess fifty dollars will do that.
Neither Gina nor I had said anything about it, but she quietly
tagged along while I told Manfred and Jenny about the schedule.
Once the two of them knew when and where, Gina went to talk to
her family. Kara smiled smugly when we approached. Gina told her
mom she was going to help move Mr. Kestrel's stuff, and then we
went over to my parents' table.
Afterward, we walked up the hill in silence. I really didn't know
what to say, and she obviously didn't want to talk about her
behavior. I guess I didn't feel the need to press the issue.
Besides, I could tell she was lost in thought.
When we stopped at my cabin, I invited her inside while I put on
my shoes. She shifted from foot to foot as she waited. I quickly
got the idea she was working up the nerve to say something. I
finished tying my shoelaces and stood, looking at her expectantly
as I did. She dithered for a moment, then took a deep breath.
"Paul?"
"Mmm hmm?"
"There's... well... there's something I want to say."
I waited for a moment, silently watching her gather her courage.
She lifted her chin and looked at me with an earnest, serious
expression.
I mentally steeled myself for whatever she had to say.
"I'm sorry."
At first, I cocked my head to the side, not quite sure what she
was sorry about.
"I'm sorry for how I treated you," she said.
I nodded.
She wrung her hands and concentrated on the floor. "I didn't know
what to do," she said plaintively. "At first, I was angry. But
then I got scared. I was scared of losing you." She swallowed
hard.
"I'm sorry, too," I said. "But let's not worry about that. Not
now. The past is behind us."
She nodded, and we stood in silence for several long moments.
"Paul?"
"Yeah?"
"I know it doesn't mean anything, but will you do something for
me?"
"If I can."
"Will you hug me? Maybe just once?"
As she looked at me with wide, anxious eyes, I nearly melted. I
nodded, and she tentatively stepped toward me. When I spread my
arms, she rushed into them. It felt good to hold her, to feel her
warm skin pressed against mine.
"I've been so lonely," she said, half sobbing. She squeezed me
tight and her tears finally began to flow.
For the time being, my anger and resentment drained away. Holding
a beautiful, crying girl in your arms is a pretty good way to
stop thinking about yourself. I don't recommend doing what it
takes to _make_ the girl cry, but if you do, a warm embrace will
go a long way toward making things right. It wouldn't solve all
of our problems, I thought, but at least it was a step in the
right direction.
We stood like that for a long time, Gina wordlessly sobbing and
me holding her, simply offering the comfort of my chest and arms.
At first, I'd been unsure about rushing things. But even as she
cried, I began thinking about her body and how much I enjoyed
having her close to me.
Trust a horny sixteen-year-old to think of sex at a time like
this! I almost laughed out loud when I realized what I was doing.
Finally, her tears dried up and she sniffled disconsolately. She
pulled back and looked up at me.
"I'm so sorry," she said, her voice hoarse.
"Shhhh," I breathed, pulling her against me. "It's okay. We'll
figure things out."
She nodded against my chest. "I hope so."
"We will."
-----
After running up to Gina's cabin to get her shoes, we were late
getting to Susan's house. Manfred smirked at me as we entered the
courtyard. I could easily tell what he thought we'd been doing.
Leave it to Manfred to be completely dense. Susan smiled at the
two of us as she stood up, then we all headed out.
The previous night, Susan had driven to town, rented a 24' U-Haul
truck, and left her car at the U-Haul lot. When she returned to
camp, she parked the truck at Mr. Kestrel's house and then walked
back to hers. She told us she'd also filled the ice cube trays
while she was at his house. We wouldn't have air conditioning
(the doors would be open all day anyway), but at least we'd have
cold drinks.
The walk to Mr. Kestrel's house took about twenty minutes. Once
we got there, we opened the big U-Haul and pulled out the ramp.
Susan had also rented a dolly and a bunch of padded blankets for
the furniture. We left the furniture blankets in the back of the
truck and wheeled the dolly down the ramp.
Once inside, Susan and I gave the others a quick tour. When we
looked into The Room, I was reminded of how much different it was
with all the bondage paraphernalia gone. During the tour, Susan
checked her list and pointed out things that would be going to
storage, the Salvation Army, or the camp.
Susan had also brought along colored dot stickers, one color for
each destination. We decided to load the storage items first,
then the Salvation Army things, and finally, the camp stuff.
There were also several things which would stay at the house,
like the major appliances.
Without further ado, we got started.
While Susan, Gina, and Jenny put the appropriate colored stickers
on boxes, Manfred and I began moving the furniture that was
destined for storage. Instead of directly affixing the stickers
to the furniture, Susan put the colored dots on index cards and
simply taped them to the wood.
Moving all of Mr. Kestrel's stuff took a lot less effort than I
thought it would. Manfred and I used the dolly or simply carried
the furniture to the truck. Once there, we figured out how to
place it, then used the blankets for padding. Jenny brought out
smaller boxes, which we used to fill in around the furniture.
Inside, Susan and Gina grouped boxes together and generally
"staged" things for us to load.
After about two hours, we had the majority of the house's
contents loaded in the truck. We'd all been very careful, and
nothing major had broken (although one lampshade was completely
destroyed, and Manfred and I managed to gash the back of one of
the dressers slated for the Salvation Army). We were hot, sweaty,
and thirsty. At last, we took a final survey of the house to make
sure we hadn't missed anything.
Manfred and I went out to the truck to load the dolly and store
the ramp while the girls fixed tall glasses of ice water for
everyone. When our thirst was sated, we locked up the house and
piled into the cab of the truck. It was a tight squeeze with the
five of us, so Jenny sat on Manfred's lap and Gina sat on mine.
Susan drove to the clubhouse and parked in the grass, about
thirty feet from the front door. The girls took boxes of kitchen
stuff into the building while Manfred and I unloaded two couches
and several padded easy chairs. It took us about fifteen minutes
to unload everything for the camp.
Afterward, we decided to wash off the sweat and dust by taking a
quick dip in the lake. The five of us walked down the hill,
chatting about the rest of the day and generally enjoying
ourselves.
Things weren't back to normal between Gina and me, but they were
getting better. She was shy and a little hesitant around me, and
I guess I was the same way around her. I wasn't angry with her
(as long as I didn't think about the previous week), but I wasn't
as open as I had been, either.
For their part, Manfred and Jenny were just plain goofy. They
teased each other, they flirted, and they made suggestive
comments. It was actually kind of funny to watch-- Gina and I
merely rolled our eyes and grinned at their antics.
After the heat, humidity, and dust, the lake was shockingly cold.
As soon as I dived in, my poor testicles pulled up tight, seeking
the warmth of my body. Manfred and Jenny were in their own little
world, and they still hadn't figured out that there was something
different between Gina and me. I guess I was happy to let them
maintain their ignorance.
We swam around for about thirty minutes, just being teenagers,
then went up to Susan's for lunch. She fixed us a bunch of ham
and cheese sandwiches, which we wolfed down. Afterward, each of
us went back to our cabins (and in Manfred's case, to his
family's room) to get dressed.
I know it's a little funny, but I actually paid attention to the
clothes everyone wore. I guess I was so used to seeing them
without clothing that I found myself interested in everyone's
choices in attire.
Manfred wore cut-off jeans, a Led Zeppelin "Zoso" t-shirt, and
goofy knee-length athletic socks with red stripes around the
tops. Jenny appeared wearing light blue short-shorts and a
matching crop-top t-shirt. Gina was wearing yellow shorts with a
white spaghetti-strap tank top. I had picked out some comfortable
shorts and an old US Navy t-shirt from my dad. Susan wore Bermuda
shorts and a button-up shirt with the ends tied together a few
inches below her breasts.
Gina's hair was held back with yellow barrettes and Jenny had
hers in a ponytail. Much to my enjoyment, none of the women wore
a bra.
At that point, we hit our first logistical snafu. We couldn't all
ride in the truck, and Susan had left her car at the U-Haul lot.
After a serious discussion between Susan and my parents, they
decided to let me drive Mom's car. I'd never driven that far by
myself, but I would be following Susan as she drove the truck.
Dad took me aside and impressed upon me the seriousness of the
situation. No speeding, no goofing around, and _no fooling
around_, he said. I tried to look innocent, but he wasn't buying
it. When he was satisfied that I appreciated the gravity of the
task, he patted me on the shoulder and told me I'd do fine.
I almost leapt for joy as we all piled into my mom's station
wagon and waited for Susan to turn the truck around. I tried to
look serious whenever I noticed Mom or Dad looking our way. When
the truck pulled past us, I put the car into gear and carefully
put my foot on the accelerator.
With that, we were headed for town.
-----
The drive to town was mostly uneventful. We listened to the
radio, we talked about goings on at camp, and we planned the rest
of our week. Manfred and Jenny wanted to hike to the quarry on
Saturday. Jenny's mother was no more disposed to letting them go
alone than she had been the previous year, so they asked us to
join them.
Gina looked at me hesitantly, but I nodded my agreement. She
smiled from ear to ear when I did. Manfred also suggested I get a
backpack of my own. He'd brought two, but according to him, it
was always nice to have a spare. I couldn't fault his logic, and
made a mental note to return to the sporting goods store where
I'd bought my weight bench.
Talking about the backpack got us discussing what we were going
to do with the money Susan was paying us. Manfred planned to
spend his on records and sunglasses. Jenny wanted clothes, and
maybe a few records. I didn't really know what I wanted, but
clothes and records were never bad choices.
Gina gave me a shy look and said she'd probably spend it on
someone special. Hoots and hollers erupted from the back seat as
Manfred and Jenny teased me. I must have blushed a deep crimson,
because Gina was grinning bashfully when I looked over at her.
When we got to town, Susan led us to the Salvation Army building.
The place was more of a warehouse than a store, and Susan simply
turned the truck and backed up to the door. She had obviously
called ahead, and the staff greeted her warmly.
I carefully parked the car next to the truck, and we all jumped
out. Manfred and I moved the heavy stuff while Gina and Jenny
helped with boxes and odd-shaped items like lamps, plant stands,
and other things. It took us about fifteen minutes to unload
everything which wasn't bound for storage.
While Susan was dealing with the paperwork and receipts, the rest
of us shifted things in the truck. Manfred had pointed out, and
rightly so, that we needed to move things or risk having them
come crashing down as soon as Susan put the truck in gear. I was
actually impressed that Manfred was paying attention to something
besides Jenny.
When we were done, Susan started the truck and we piled into the
station wagon. I followed the big U-Haul as Susan drove toward
the storage building.
The storage place was really a large fenced-in area with several
rows of cinder-block buildings. Susan had rented one of the
larger rooms, and it was toward the back of the complex. Since it
was a hot Tuesday afternoon, the only person around was the
manager. Susan took care of the rental paperwork and then I
followed her as she drove toward the last row of buildings.
When we opened the metal door to the storage room, a furnace
blast of sweltering air hit us in the face. Baking all day in the
hot sun with little or no ventilation made it an oven--the
temperature and humidity outside seemed cool by comparison.
Manfred and I quickly stripped off our shirts and pulled the ramp
from the back of the truck.
Most of the things from Mr. Kestrel's house were going in
storage, and the truck was still about half full. We had at least
an hour's work ahead of us--work in the soaring afternoon heat
and humidity, with no breeze. With mostly good-natured groans, we
started unloading.
Because Susan wanted the furniture at the back of the storage
room, we put all the boxes, lamps, and other stuff in the roadway
between buildings. While we were doing that, Susan dug in her
purse for change and walked to the manager's office to use the
Coke machine. When she returned, we took a break and enjoyed our
Cokes. They weren't ice cold, but they were a welcome relief from
the heat of the storage building.
"God, I'm burning up," Jenny said, fanning herself by fluffing
the hem of her crop-top.
"Why don't you take it off?" Manfred suggested, indicating her
shirt with a nod.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Despite her tart response, she
lifted her shirt and flashed him.
"Yeah!"
Susan eyed the deserted road between the buildings. "Go topless
if you want to, ladies," she said. "There's no one here to see.
Besides," she said, "the guys are."
Jenny immediately stripped off her top, freeing her round, firm
breasts. Manfred practically gawked at her.
When Gina looked at me, she arched an eyebrow, as if asking my
permission. I smiled at her and nodded. She grinned, then pulled
her shirt over her head. Her breasts were larger than Jenny's,
but just as firm.
The skin the girls revealed was actually _less_ than we were used
to seeing, but the situation was entirely different. In a way,
seeing them topless was much more exciting than seeing them fully
nude at camp. The chances were slim, but someone _could_ come
along and see their breasts. I felt myself stiffening at the
thought.
We finished our Cokes in silence, grinning at one another. Even
Susan, who kept her shirt on, was caught up in the fun. But we
still had a lot of work to do, so we started moving the furniture
from the truck to the back of the long storage room.
There was no breeze outside, and even with the door open, the
room was still stifling. It wasn't long before Jenny was
complaining again. I think she wanted the attention more than
anything, and Manfred was happy to give it to her. More likely, I
thought darkly, he was oblivious to her little game.
"My shorts are so hot," she said sulkily.
"So?" Manfred asked. "Take 'em off."
Jenny's shorts were so skimpy that I could easily see the
underside curve of her ass. I could also see the indentation
between her labia. And if I looked closely enough, I was pretty
sure I'd see a darker spot of moisture as well. The shorts
couldn't have been _that_ hot. So the imagined spot of moisture
wouldn't be sweat, I knew that much for sure.
Susan, ever the instigator, agreed with Manfred. "No one will see
you," she said. "Go ahead."
Instead of immediately removing her shorts, Jenny played coy.
"Why don't you take off _your_ shorts, Manny?"
He grimaced when she called him "Manny," but he didn't correct
her.
"Well... um... I dunno about that..."
"Yes, Manfred," Susan chimed in. When she looked at me and smiled
mischievously, I tried not to grin. "I'm sure the girls would
like to see _your_ equipment as much as you'd like to see
theirs," she said.
I don't think I've ever seen Manfred blush so deeply.
Gina blushed too, but I knew her well enough to realize she was
also getting excited.
Manfred cast about for something to say.
"Yeah, Manfred," Jenny said. "Let's see your equipment." She was
only half teasing.
Manfred swallowed hard. "Um..."
While Jenny and Manfred playfully argued back and forth, Gina
looked at me. She held my gaze and pursed her lips questioningly.
When I arched an eyebrow at her, she hooked her thumbs in the
waist of her shorts and panties. With little fanfare, she slipped
them over her hips.
As she stepped out of them, I admired her smooth, dark skin (all
traces of tan lines were gone). Her breasts swayed gently as she
thrust her shoulders back and looked at me boldly.
The world shrank to just the two of us. It was like Gina was
putting herself on display for me, offering her body for my
pleasure, and mine alone. In the background, Manfred was still
futilely trying to resist Jenny's wheedling, but I ignored him. I
held her eyes for a moment, then casually looked her up and down.
"Thank you," I mouthed.
She grinned bashfully and then her gaze pointedly dropped to my
groin. When she licked her lips, I almost lost it. It was only
through a tremendous effort of will that I didn't get an
erection. Even though I avoided a full-blown hard-on, my dick
still swelled against my shorts. I tried not to shift
uncomfortably.
"Yeah, Manfred," I said absently, never breaking eye contact with
Gina. "We like looking at the girls." Finally, I turned to him. I
don't know why he didn't want to take off his shorts. It wasn't
like Jenny hadn't seen his dick before. Jenny had even... Stop it,
Paul. Thoughts like those cause erections. I shrugged at Manfred.
"Let them look at us if they want to."
When I turned back to Gina, she grinned shyly and nodded.
Manfred stood there helplessly, assailed from all corners.
I looked at him again and shrugged. With a wry smile, I turned
back to Gina. When our eyes met, we entered that "only us"
pseudo-world once more. I pulled my shorts and underwear down my
legs and stepped out of them. When I stood, my tumescent dick
flopped free.
Gina grinned and shamelessly looked me over. For a moment, her
eyes lingered on my penis. I clenched my buttocks and made it
twitch. She covered her mouth and giggled.
By the time I looked at Jenny, she was pulling off her short-
shorts. Finally, Manfred gave in to peer pressure and unbuttoned
his cut-offs. Little had Jenny known that his shorts hid a dick
which was far harder than mine. Poor Manfred wasn't at full
staff, but he was close enough. He blushed again, but Jenny's
eyes practically bored holes in his groin.
When I looked at Susan, she was grinning at me. She shrugged with
feigned innocence and I snorted softly. Gina turned to look at
Susan as well. When she winked, Gina giggled again.
"Okay, people," I said, imitating my dad's military voice. "We've
got a lot to do. So let's get this room squared away."
"And the U-Haul place closes at five o'clock," Susan said. "We
need to have the truck back by then."
I clapped my hands together for emphasis. "Chop-chop. Let's go."
I can't really explain why, but working with Gina and Jenny was a
lot more exciting after that. We were from a nudist camp, I
thought to myself. I saw them without clothes all the time. I
guess it was the fact that we were out in the open, more or less,
and we were doing something a little bit dangerous.
While we were working, Gina didn't tease me much, but Jenny
mercilessly flirted with Manfred. She bent over in front of him.
She brushed against him. She made suggestive comments. She did
everything short of dropping to her knees in front of him. The
poor guy was almost fully erect the entire time. He looked like
he was either ready to climb under a rock or to jump her bones,
regardless of who was watching.
As I carried a box into the storage room, I leaned close to
Susan. "_You_ are a troublemaker," I said softly.
She smiled unrepentantly.
Gina, who had overheard me, was also grinning.
"And _you_," I said to her with mock sternness, "are not much
better."
After we finally got everything into the storage room and
arranged it to Susan's satisfaction, we reluctantly gathered up
our clothes and put them back on. I know I'd been having fun
watching the two girls work. Judging by Manfred's near-constant
erection, he had too. And the girls certainly seemed to take
pleasure in watching _us_.
While Manfred put the dolly in the back of the truck, Gina and
Jenny re-folded the furniture blankets. Once everyone else was
out of earshot, I took the opportunity to talk to Susan.
"How come you didn't take off your clothes, too?" I asked.
She shrugged. "You guys were having so much fun with the girls."
"So?"
"And..."
"And what?"
"Well," she said hesitantly.
"You wanted me to pay attention to Gina," I said. "Didn't you?"
She looked at me shrewdly for a moment. Then she lifted her
eyebrows and nodded. "That's pretty perceptive," she said.
I tried to play it off, but she could see how proud I was.
"You two seem like you're working things out," she said.
I nodded.
"I didn't want to get in the way of that."
I turned and regarded her seriously. "You know I'm not like
that," I said.
"It wasn't _you_ I was thinking about."
"Oh."
"Mmm hmm."
"I hadn't thought about it that way," I said sheepishly.
"No, you hadn't." She looped her arm through mine. "But you seem
to be doing just fine now," she said teasingly. Then she turned
serious. "And you seemed to handle Gina and her week-long
petulant attitude."
I snorted.
"Well," she said. "You didn't get frustrated, much. Or angry."
I shook my head. "You have no _idea_ how angry I got." I began to
bristle at the mere thought of Monday night.
"Tell me about it some other time," she said perceptively.
With that, we walked around the back of the truck to the others.
-----
We returned the truck to U-Haul right on time. In the parking lot
of the U-Haul place, Susan handed each of us an envelope. They
held five ten-dollar bills apiece.
The first thing we wanted to do was get something cold to drink.
After that, Manfred and I wanted to go spend some of our hard-
earned money at the sporting goods store.
"Paul," Susan said, before we got into our cars. "I wanted to
feed you all dinner, too. Is pizza okay?"
The four of us looked at each other and nodded enthusiastically.
"Instead of driving all over town in two cars," she said. "Why
don't we park your mom's car at the pizza place and I'll
chauffeur everyone. Okay?"
"Sure," I said. "Sounds great."
The restaurant was about a half-mile away, and the parking lot
was practically deserted. We locked Mom's car and piled into
Susan's. Manfred and Jenny jumped in the back seat before I could
get to it, so Gina and I got into the front with Susan. It's not
that I minded sitting up front, but I guess I wanted the meager
privacy the back seat would afford. I glared at Manfred, but he
was clueless.
Susan knew of a malt shop in town, so we went there first. She
treated us to large cherry/cola swirl Icees. I think I drank half
of mine in record time. After that, we headed toward the sporting
goods store--the money was already burning a hole in our pockets.
Still drinking our Icees, Manfred and I toured the store. We
quickly located the hiking and camping section, and Manfred
helped me pick out a backpack. Manfred also picked up two queen-
sized inflatable rafts. He handed one to me and kept the other
for himself.
"What're these for, Stick?" I asked.
"The quarry, Little Man, the quarry."
"Huh?"
He rolled his eyes at me.
Suddenly, I Got It. I winked at him, and we shared a secretive
grin.
When we found the girls, they were looking at sunglasses. They
(easily) talked Manfred and me into picking out sunglasses, too.
Once we all looked cool, we went to the front of the store to
make our purchases.
-----
The pizza place had air conditioning, and the temperature was
turned way down. (That's one thing I like about the South, we
_know_ how to use air conditioning.) My skin raised goose bumps
as soon as we entered. After coming in from the bright sunlight,
the interior of the restaurant was very dim. It took a moment for
my eyes to adjust, but when they did, I saw that the place was
mostly empty.
A diffident waitress, a couple of years older than us, picked up
menus and napkin-wrapped rolls of silverware. Susan asked for a
back corner booth, and the waitress led us to it. No sooner had
we sat down than Gina and Jenny got up to go to the restroom.
"Will you order me a Coke, Paul?" Gina asked.
I nodded.
"Me too," Jenny said to Manfred.
He and I looked at each other and grinned.
The waitress took our order--four Cokes and an iced tea--then
went off to get our drinks.
"I think I'm gonna go to the restroom, too," I said to no one in
particular. I wanted to get rid of the day's accumulated sweat,
dust, and who knew what else. "I want to wash up before eating."
I slid out of the booth and Manfred wordlessly joined me. Neither
of us had to use the toilet, so he waited for me while I washed
my face, hands, and arms. While I was drying them, he used the
sink. I waited for him to finish and then we walked back to the
booth.
When we got there, the waitress had already brought our drinks.
We slid into the booth and Susan excused herself to go to the
restroom. She and the girls came back several minutes later. It
was evident that they'd cleaned up too.
We ordered two large pizzas, one sausage and one pepperoni, and
chatted amiably about our day. Midway through the conversation, I
felt Gina's hand steal into my lap. When she found my hand, she
quietly laced her fingers through my own and squeezed. I turned
to her and she looked at me hopefully. When I smiled, her
answering smile lit up her face.
The pizza came a little while later and we enthusiastically tore
into it. I think Gina, Jenny, and Susan might have eaten four
pieces between them. Manfred and I devoured the rest. By the time
we were done, the pizza pans were practically spotless.
Afterward, we relaxed in the comfortable booth and sipped our
Cokes for a while longer. I was certainly enjoying myself, since
the cold air in the restaurant made the girls' nipples stand at
attention. Good conversation and a fine view, I thought to
myself.
Unfortunately, it would be getting dark soon, and we still had an
hour and a half drive back to camp. Even though Manfred and I
tried to give her money, Susan insisted on buying our dinner.
When we finally left, it was after eight o'clock.
I followed Susan's car out of the parking lot and we were soon on
the highway. In the back seat, Manfred slid toward Jenny and they
were making out before long. Gina looked at me shyly, her eyes
full of anticipation. I gripped the steering wheel with my left
hand, put my right hand on the seat back, and gestured to her. In
a flash, she was snuggled next to me.
The sounds from the back seat grew more amorous, but I studiously
tried to avoid looking. Finally, however, the feeling of Gina's
body against mine and the sounds from Manfred and Jenny got the
best of me.
I leaned down to whisper in Gina's ear. "Why don't you take off
your shirt?" I suggested.
She looked at me, her expression a mixture of surprise and
desire.
I nodded reassuringly. "I like looking at your body," I said.
She smiled broadly and pulled her shirt out of the waistband of
her shorts. While she did that, I momentarily steadied the
steering wheel with my right hand and turned on the car's
headlights with my left. The sun had just set, and I didn't want
to have to reach for the light switch at an inopportune moment.
When Gina leaned back against me, I reached around her shoulder
and rubbed the outside curve of her breast. She snuggled close
and put her hand on my thigh. I shifted in my seat as my dick
began to swell.
"Play with your nipples," I said softly. "Make them hard."
She looked at me curiously, but reached up and tweaked her
nipples, circling them with her fingertips and then tugging
gently. I tried to keep my eyes on the road, but I stole glances
whenever I could. Her nipples quickly puckered, becoming little
brown pebbles.
From the back seat, we heard soft sighs and whimpers. When Gina
had removed her shirt, I guess Manfred and Jenny took it as a
sign that we weren't paying attention to them. Either that, or
they simply didn't care.
Out of my peripheral vision, I could see Jenny's head bobbing up
and down over Manfred's lap. Trying to get a better view, I
looked over my shoulder quickly. Manfred had his eyes closed and
was enjoying Jenny's attention, completely heedless of Gina and
me.
Gina saw me turn my head, so she snuck a peek too. When she saw
what was going on in the back seat, she squirmed and pressed
herself against me. She faced forward and I cupped her right
breast. Then she tweaked her own left nipple, sighing softly as
she did.
I was trying to concentrate on driving--I didn't want to get us
killed--so I didn't notice when Manfred and Jenny switched
positions. Gina kept looking over her shoulder at the scene
behind us, and when she gasped softly, I took a quick look.
Manfred and Jenny had long since shed their clothes, and she was
on her back, her legs spread so he could kneel between them.
I leaned down to Gina and kissed her ear. "Take off your shorts,"
I said.
She didn't show the slightest hesitation, lifting her hips to
slide her shorts and panties over her firm legs. When she sat
back, I put my arm back around her.
"Play with your pussy," I commanded.
"But I want to suck you," she said.
I shook my head. "I don't think I'd be able to drive if you did,"
I said. I was already concerned enough, and was trying to pay
close attention to the road.
I chuckled humorlessly to myself. Just the night before, I was
seething mad and looking to vent my rage. Tonight, I had a naked
girl next to me, and she wanted to suck my dick. It's amazing how
"resentful" and "horny" are two mutually exclusive emotions.
I turned back to Gina. "Play with your pussy," I said. "Rub your
clit."
Her hand snaked between her thighs and she started rubbing
herself.
"Stick a finger in your pussy," I said. "I want to taste you."
She did as instructed.
I risked a quick glance, and watched her insinuate her middle
finger between her labia. She pushed, and her finger slowly
disappeared. I let her play with herself for a minute or two. I
wanted her to get her juices flowing.
"Pull it out," I said. "Let me taste it."
With a whimper, she withdrew her finger and brought it to my
lips. The smell of her musk was almost overpowering. I darted my
tongue out and tasted her. Then I captured her finger with my
lips and sucked it clean.
By now, my cock was completely hard, and had formed a noticeable
lump in my shorts. I concentrated on Susan's taillights ahead of
me as Gina started kneading my erection. She reached up the leg
of my shorts, but they were too tight for her to do much more
than tickle my balls.
I lifted my hips. "Help me slide my shorts down," I said.
With a little effort, we eventually slid them to my thighs.
Gina started to lower her head to my lap, but I stopped her.
"You can't."
She made a moue.
"Seriously," I said. "I'll run off the road or hit someone head-
on. I'm sorry."
She nodded, but I could see the disappointment in her eyes.
"Stroke my cock with one hand and play with yourself with the
other," I said firmly.
She shifted a little and turned toward me. With her right hand,
she played with my dick. Her left hand was busy rubbing in small
circles over her clit. Behind us, the sounds of sex grew louder
as Manfred increased his pace. How had my mom's station wagon
turned into a teen sexmobile? I didn't know, and I didn't care.
And when Gina rubbed a drop of pre-come over my glans and then
sucked her finger, I ceased wondering.
The sound of Jenny's moans filled the car, even above the noise
of the open windows and the radio. I glanced back quickly and
watched Manfred pull out and begin stroking his cock. With a
groan, he came. I felt the car drifting and hastily turned my
attention back to the road.
Gina kept right on caressing my hard shaft. Every few strokes,
she would rub some of the leaking pre-come over her finger and
then taste it. It was incredibly erotic, so I had to exert
considerable effort to keep from coming.
In the back, Manfred and Jenny began to untangle themselves. At
Jenny's insistence, Manfred used his shirt to clean off her
stomach. Gina looked at me, and I could immediately tell what was
on _her_ mind.
Finally, thankfully, we reached the stop sign where we turned
left onto the county road that led by the camp. As soon as we
pulled to a stop, Gina lowered her head to my lap. When I didn't
try to stop her, she locked her lips around my glans and tongued
the tip.
Susan turned left and I rolled forward, my body on autopilot. I
hit the brakes a little harder than I meant to, but Gina never
stopped sucking. She pumped her fist twice, and I erupted. When
the first spurt hit the back of her throat, she flinched, but
kept swallowing. She made soft noises of delight as my semen
gushed over her tongue.
When I finally stopped spurting, I opened my eyes. My knuckles
were white, from where I clutched the steering wheel, and I had
the brake pedal at the end of its travel. I relaxed and looked to
my left. Susan's taillights were dwindling in the distance.
When she noticed I wasn't behind her, she started to slow down.
The brighter brake lights roused me from my stupor and I quickly
looked to my right. The road was clear, so I eased forward and
turned left. As soon as Susan saw my headlights swing onto the
county road, she stopped braking.
I looked down at my lap to find a very happy Gina. She grinned at
me and suckled my shrinking manhood. My head was still sensitive,
and I flinched when she caressed it with her tongue. The flinch
made me swerve, and I hastily corrected. I overcorrected and
swerved into the oncoming lane. Luckily, there were no other cars
on the road. My heart was racing as I hurriedly brought the car
back under control.
When I pulled Gina from my lap, she understood. Nevertheless, she
looked disappointed. In the back seat, Manfred and Jenny were
still sorting themselves out, courtesy of my careening across the
road.
I glanced at Gina, and she looked at me with glittering eyes, her
expression a mixture of satisfaction and desire.
"Did you come?" I asked quietly.
She shook her head. At my inquiring look, she hugged herself to
my arm. "I was hoping you'd take care of me later," she said, her
voice soft and sultry.
With that, she laid her head on my shoulder and sighed happily.
-----
Copyright (c) 2003-2006 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.
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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 10
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mf, teen, oral, mast, pett
Revision: 1.0
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio
CHAPTER TEN
"You're ready?" I asked.
Gina nodded. "I wanted to last year, but I wasn't on the pill." In
a smaller voice, "And I was scared."
"You're not scared now?"
"I'm a little scared, but not really. More like nervous." She
paused for a moment and bit the inside of her lip. "Now... I really
want to... I want to make love with you. I want to make you happy."
"You do make me happy," I said sincerely. "Just being here with
you makes me happy."
She smiled and nodded. "But I want you inside me. I want you to
make me a woman."
I bent down and kissed her again. When I pulled back, I stroked
her hair and looked into her eyes. "When?" I don't know what I
hoped her answer would be.
With her left hand, she reached for my erection. Her fingers slid
around my thickness and gripped me gently.
I had to stop her. I had to think. I had to...
She shook her head. "Not now," she said softly. "But... soon. It
has to be soon."
I don't know whether my expression showed disappointment or
relief, but she smiled at me nevertheless.
"Is that okay?" she asked.
I nodded. "I want it to be special," I said.
"Me too."
"Not on the raft in the middle of the lake."
She shook her head.
"And I want to be able to take my time," I said. "So you'll enjoy
it."
"Two of my girlfriends said their first time hurt, and was really
quick. I don't want mine to be like that."
"Me either."
"With you," she said softly. "I know it won't be. It'll be
wonderful."
"I hope so."
"I _know_ it will."
I needed some time to think. I wanted to have sex with her.
Desperately. But I also knew that if I did, I'd ruin any chance I
had of making up with her after I told her about Amy. But what if
I didn't tell her about Amy? She'd never know if I didn't tell
her. With Amy weighing on my conscience, could I still have a
happy relationship with Gina? Would she...?
"What're you thinking about?" Gina asked.
"Huh?"
"You had this kinda serious, kinda scared look on your face," she
said. "What were you thinking about?"
Uh-oh. I had to think of something quick. "I was thinking about
you... and me... and... us." Even if it wasn't the entire truth, it
wasn't an outright lie.
She gripped my shaft and stroked it gently. "Did you like what
you were thinking about?"
I nodded quickly. Too quickly? I don't know. Did I still want to
have The Talk? Did I still need to? She wanted me to have sex
with her, she'd never know if I didn't tell her. What kind of
relationship did I want to have with her?
"I want to be with you forever," she breathed.
In that moment, I had the answer to my question. If I wanted to
have any kind of relationship with Gina--and I did, very much--I
couldn't have Amy or anyone else hanging in the air between us.
I'm just not a good liar. I opened my mouth to speak, to tell
her, to blurt out the mentally rehearsed words of The Talk.
"Shhhhh," she whispered. "Just kiss me." She punctuated her
demand by gently squeezing my cock.
What did I do? I kissed her, of course.
We kissed for a long time, our tongues teasing and tasting each
other. I pulled back and kissed down the side of her jaw to her
ear. When I nibbled her earlobe, she arched her back and tensed
up.
"I want to suck you," she said quietly. "That's all I could think
about, the entire ride from home."
I nuzzled her neck and planted small kisses all over her smooth
skin.
"I got so wet thinking about you," she breathed. "I love the
taste of your come."
I tweaked her nipple and pulled it gently, still trailing
butterfly kisses up her jawline.
"I want to suck you. I want it so bad--"
I kissed her on the lips, darting my tongue forward to tease her
with it, moving it along her teeth and then pulling it back. When
I broke the kiss, her breathing was shallow and raspy.
"Paul, I..."
I desperately wanted her to suck me. I wanted to feel her lips
around my shaft. I wanted her to kneel between my legs and make
love to my cock. I wanted to arch my back and shoot into her
mouth. I wanted...
I wanted more than one night. I wanted more, it was that simple.
If things went too far, before I told her about Amy, I'd lose my
future with her, and I knew it. Don't ask me how I knew, I just
did.
She used her thumb to rub a drop of pre-come over the tip of my
cock. I shuddered and almost gave in. Almost.
I bent down and kissed the hollow of her ear, blowing softly and
whispering, "I love you."
She whimpered and her breath caught in her throat.
I kissed along the side of her neck to her shoulder, tasting the
slightly salty tang of her skin, mixed with the suntan oil from
earlier in the day. I could smell the cocoa butter and the warm
smell that was _her_.
I had to do something, and I had to do it quick. Her hand was
moving along my cock and I was rapidly losing the capacity for
coherent thought.
I moved my hand down her trim stomach to the dark strip of her
pubic hair. I once again covered her mouth with my own and she
moaned as I slipped my middle finger along her slit. I felt the
dew of her arousal coat my fingertip. The pad of my hand brushed
across her hooded clit and she gasped against me.
Her hand stopped moving along my length as I dipped my finger
between her lips. As slippery as they were, they parted easily
and my finger slid inside. I dragged it back along her length and
teased under the hood protecting her clit. She bucked her hips
against my hand and I felt the little pearl of nerves begin to
engorge.
I cupped her mound and gently put pressure on her swelling clit.
She whimpered and I kissed her again, feeling her arousal in her
erratic breathing. When I insinuated my middle finger between her
labia, she moaned softly and lifted her hips against me.
I broke our kiss and looked down at her. Her eyes were closed and
her lips were taut with mounting arousal. Her nostrils flared as
she breathed and I smiled to myself as I watched her. I kept one
finger languidly moving just at the entrance to her pussy, and
enjoyed witnessing the pleasure my actions stirred within her.
I wanted to taste her, to spread her pussy with my lips and tease
her clit with my tongue. I flirted with the idea, but ultimately
decided against it. If I did go down on her, it would probably
lead to her returning the favor. Instead, I plunged my middle
finger into her depths and watched her cry out softly in
response. Her pussy was extremely wet, but it was still a tight
fit. As I eased my digit into her, I felt the ridges along the
walls of her vagina. She cried out again when I crooked my finger
up and pressed against the hollow at the top of her sheath.
With my finger still buried to the last knuckle, I used the palm
of my hand to put pressure on her clit. Her hips shot off the
raft and pushed against my hand. I smiled to myself and bent to
kiss her again. She was breathing heavily when I pulled back, so
I held my finger motionless and bent to capture a nipple with my
lips.
I sucked the little pebble into my mouth and moved my tongue in
circles around it. She moaned again and tried to exert more
pressure against my hand. With a gentle push, I eased her back
and held her against the surface of the raft. I lightly clamped
my teeth against her nipple and pulled back.
With an audible pop, I released her nipple and began to lick
around it. Her breast was springy and firm, and I pressed my face
into her warm flesh as I teased her nipple. I slowly started
moving my finger back and forth inside her as I moved to the
other nipple. She spastically gripped and released my cock, her
hand moving in time with my own.
I kissed all around her other nipple, but made sure not to touch
it directly. She began whimpering, then rolled her chest to press
her breast against my face. I gave in to her desires and licked
her nipple directly, feeling the bumps of her crinkly areola
against my tongue. She gasped again and I repeated the maneuver.
I pulled my finger out of her drenched pussy and ran it along her
slippery outer lips. She arched her back against me and I smiled
to myself. When I recaptured her nipple with my lips, she cried
out, louder this time, and held my head to her chest with her
right hand. Her left hand had gone slack around my erection, so I
gently pulled back to get a better angle on her breasts.
She moaned softly when my shaft slid from her grip, but she
didn't move to recapture it. I circled her clit with my slick
finger, causing her to shudder. I moved the flesh of her mons
against the hooded berry, teasing her mercilessly. I slowly moved
my finger in circles, closer and closer to her now-exposed clit,
and she shuddered again.
When I touched her clit itself, she bucked her hips against me
and I knew she was close. Her thighs were quivering and her
breath was coming in short, ragged gasps. I slid my finger down
along her length again and cupped her mons. When I switched from
one breast to the other, she cried out and pulled my head up to
hers.
I planted my lips against hers and she pulled me close. When I
plunged my finger back into her fiery depths, she grunted and I
felt the first spasms of her orgasm. Her pussy gripped my
invading finger, clutching and releasing rhythmically. I crooked
the tip of my finger and started moving my hand from side to
side. Using my palm to press against her clit, I quickly brought
her to the point of no return.
She moaned into my mouth when I moved my finger within her, and I
felt her stomach ripple under my forearm. Her legs stiffened and
she arched her back against me. I moved my palm in small circles
and increased the pressure with my finger. When I did, she
erupted.
I felt a gush of warmth and wetness around my fingers and she
practically screamed into my mouth. I kissed her fiercely,
muffling her cries. She bucked her hips against me as her pussy
gripped my finger tightly. I kept rubbing her and moving it side-
to-side until she collapsed against the surface of the raft and
grabbed my wrist.
I pulled back from our kiss and she took a deep, trembling
breath. She swallowed hard and then opened her eyes. It took her
a moment to focus on my face, but when she did, she sighed and
gifted me with a sated smile.
"Did you like that?" I asked, with just a little mocking note in
my tone.
She bit the inside of her lip, but quickly nodded.
"I've missed you."
She took a deep breath and smiled. Her left hand quested for my
erection. "I've missed you, too."
Her right hand was still on my wrist, and she pulled my hand up
to her mouth. She looked me in the eye as she slowly sucked my
wet finger into her mouth, tasting herself. She wrapped her
tongue around the tip and pursed her lips, pulling at my knuckle.
Even moving along my finger, her tongue felt exquisite.
She took her time cleaning her juices from my skin, and I didn't
think it was possible, but my dick got even harder. When she had
me clean enough--and throbbing in anticipation--she met my gaze,
a smoldering twinkle in her eyes.
Uh-oh, I thought to myself. I knew that look. It had been a while
since I'd last seen it, but it was the I-want-to-suck-your-dick
look. My lust-crazed mind worked feverishly. I had to think of
something, and I had to do it quick. If she asked, and I said no,
she'd know something was up. She'd be able to see it in my eyes.
She might not know what it was, but she'd know it was there. I
had to...
Aha!
I gently pulled my right arm from under her and planted my palm
against the surface of the raft. In one motion, I smoothly
levered myself up and over her, coming to rest between her spread
legs. My bobbing erection brushed against her pussy and her eyes
widened in surprise. She started to speak, but I silenced her
with a kiss.
"Shhhh," I said, when I pulled back. "Trust me."
She bit the inside of her lip and nodded.
I spread my knees to get a better base and ground the underside
of my cock against her clit. Her eyes clamped shut and she arched
her back as the contact sent jolts of pleasure racing to her
brain. I leaned down to kiss her again and felt her nipples
pressing into my chest.
I started rocking my hips back and forth, pressing the base of my
cock against her. I felt her legs moving along my thighs, both
inexperience and arousal evident in her motions. When I lowered
myself to my elbows, mashing her breasts beneath my weight, she
looked at me apprehensively.
"It's okay," I said. "I'm just going to stay like this."
She nodded and then lifted her head to kiss me. When she pulled
back, she looked at me with wide, dark eyes. "Is this what it'll
be like?"
"What what'll be like?" I asked.
"When we have sex?"
I moved my hips against her and she gasped in pleasure. When she
opened her eyes, I grinned and nodded. "It'll be like this, only
better."
"Better?"
"Mmm hmm. You'll feel me inside you, filling you up."
She stopped moving her thighs and planted her feet back on the
raft--her knees were up and I was comfortably between them. I
hoped she'd get lots of experience with how she liked to have me
between her thighs.
I kissed her again and then lifted myself with my arms. With a
reassuring smile, I moved to sit back on my haunches. I made sure
to keep my erection pressed against her pussy, and she arched her
back at the sensation.
I flexed my thighs and lifted my hips a little. She groaned as my
dick moved away from her clit and I smiled down at her. I wrapped
my hand around the base of my shaft and started stroking myself
slowly. She felt the motion and her eyes met mine.
She licked her lips and the look in her eye gave me enough
warning to head off her imminent request. I kept my right hand
firmly wrapped around my girth, but quickly moved my left to her
pussy. I put my thumb against the base of her clit and gently
moved it in a circle. She gasped and her head dropped back to the
raft.
I started stroking myself and moving my hand over her pussy at
the same time. It took me a moment, but I soon established a
rhythm. Because I was so worked up, I knew I wouldn't last long,
so I tried to concentrate on her. I couldn't tell exactly when
she was ready to come, because I couldn't feel her pussy
spasming, but I tried to pay attention. As well as I could, that
is.
With my own orgasm approaching, I guess I completely missed the
signs. Her hips bucked against me and she cried out softly. Her
legs stiffened and her back arched, and I felt my own climax grow
near. As her thighs trembled in the throes of her orgasm, I felt
my cock swell.
The first surge of semen blasted from the tip of my dick and
landed between her breasts. She cried out again, and I could tell
that a second, stronger orgasm had taken her. She quivered in
ecstasy as my spurting penis deposited pearly white drops of come
all up and down her body, from her chin to her pubic hair.
With a final spastic jerk, I milked the last drops of come from
my shaft and sat back on my heels. Gina was breathing as hard as
I was, but I could see her white teeth flashing as she smiled at
me. She moved her hand to the valley between her breasts and
dipped a finger into a cooling puddle of my fluid. She spread the
semen around and then brought her fingertip to her lips. Her pink
tongue snaked out and tasted my essence. She quickly spread more
of my come on her fingers and brought them to her mouth.
I watched, captivated, as she spread my come over her stomach and
breasts, then licked it off her fingers. She seemed to savor the
taste, and smiled at me as she sucked her fingers clean. My
erection didn't subside at all as I watched her greedily swallow
my come. I ran my hands along her thighs and smiled down at her.
She smiled in return and continued licking her fingers.
"Next time," I said softly, ever mindful that sound carried
across the water, "you'll have to get it from the source."
She immediately nodded, then reached for me.
I leaned forward, trapping my erection between our bodies. I
could feel my semen on her skin--it was sticky as it dried--but I
paid it scant attention as her lips hungrily sought my own.
We simply kissed each other for a long time. I wanted to do more,
since my cock was still very hard, but once the fog of hormones
had cleared, I began thinking about my situation. I didn't want
to over-analyze things, but I knew that I had to be very careful.
Not only did I need to slow things down, we needed to get
somewhere less public. After all, we _were_ in the middle of the
lake, where any passer-by could hear us. Luckily for me, in the
battle of hormones versus ethics, my hormones were satiated. For
the moment.
I rolled onto my back, pulled her with me, and resumed kissing
her. She clutched me tightly and ground her pelvis against mine.
My erection was still trapped between us, and I felt my self-
control slipping away. I was just about to move my hands down to
her ass when we heard voices.
We both listened for a moment, on tenterhooks lest someone
discover us. The voices drew closer and we looked at each other.
I could see the apprehension in her eyes, so I kissed her on the
nose and then smiled at her.
"Let's wait and see who it is," I said quietly. "Then we'll
figure out what we want to do."
She nodded.
We waited, and in a minute, the voices reached the edge of the
lake. I quickly realized it was Erin, Leah, and Trish.
Apparently, they had come down for a night swim. Gina's eyes
glinted mischievously and she began to slide down my body.
Fortunately, we could barely see the edge of the lake, which
meant the girls probably couldn't see us. I tried to protest
silently as Gina knelt between my legs. She ignored my insistent
gestures and sucked the tip of my cock into her mouth. For a
blissful moment, I closed my eyes and simply enjoyed the feeling
of her lips around my glans. I fervently hoped the girls didn't
decide to swim toward the raft.
My attention was torn between listening to them and enjoying the
sensations as Gina slowly lowered her lips over my erection. She
took about half my length in her mouth and I tried not to moan. I
heard one soft splash, followed by another, and then a third.
Even though the girls were talking quietly, the sound traveled
across the expanse of the lake to us. Barely thirty or forty
yards separated us from discovery.
Gina slowly bobbed up and down, running her tongue up and down
the underside ridge, driving me crazy. I desperately wanted her
to do more, but I was equally desperate to avoid discovery.
Finally, she pulled off me and I heard her laugh softly.
I sat up and she kissed me fiercely. She knelt between my spread
legs, my erection bumping against her knees, and wrapped her arms
around my neck. The sound of the girls drew closer and I suddenly
realized they were swimming for the raft. Just then, one of them
saw us.
"Who's there?"
"It's us, Erin," I said.
"Us who?"
"Duh. Gina and me," I said.
I could hear them stop swimming and start whispering amongst
themselves. Gina grinned at me and reached down to stroke my
hard-on.
"Y'all mind if we join you?" Leah asked tentatively.
"Not at all," Gina said before I could answer. "We were just
gonna go for a swim and then head up to the cabin."
I cocked my head to the side, but she only grinned at me. The
girls swam closer and we stood. My dick was still painfully
erect, and Gina grasped it gently. She tugged on me until we
could actually see the dark shapes of our sisters and Trish.
"What're y'all doing down here?" Erin asked.
"Just talking," I said.
"_Sure_ you are," Leah said.
All three of them giggled.
Gina rose on tiptoe and kissed me softly, then tugged me toward
the edge of the raft. We sat on the edge and slipped into the
cold water just as the girls reached the raft. I don't think any
of them noticed my erection, but I couldn't be sure.
"Enjoy the raft," Gina said, as we started swimming toward the
concrete steps.
"Enjoy your _boyfriend_," Leah shot back, accompanied by a chorus
of girlish titters.
"Thanks, Leah, I will," Gina said insouciantly.
We quickly reached the shadowed end of the lake and swam
carefully toward the stairs, feeling for the steps with our feet.
I found one and started wading forward. A moment later, Gina was
standing beside me. We crouched in the cold water, up to our
necks, and washed my semen from our bodies.
In the tree-covered end of the lake, I could barely make out her
face, but I clearly heard her take a deep breath and slip beneath
the surface. I started to panic, but I quickly discovered why
she'd gone under. Her hands gripped my hips and she pulled
herself toward me. In a moment, I felt my cock bump against her
cheek. In another moment, she captured it with her warm, soft
mouth.
I groaned into the night and was rewarded by giggling from the
direction of the raft. Gina continued to suck my dick, taking
long, slow strokes and keeping her lips tight on my shaft. I was
just beginning to wonder how long she could stay down when I felt
the shock of cold water on my heated length. She surfaced and
white teeth flashed at me. I pulled her up my body and held her
close, trapping my erection between us. She wrapped her arms
around my back and pressed her cold-hardened nipples against my
chest.
"I just love doing that," she said softly.
"Mmmmm. I love it when you do it." I held her for a moment,
simply enjoying the feeling of her water-slick skin next to my
own. "We should probably head up," I said at last.
"Yeah."
I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her close. My mind
raced, suddenly recalling that I still had to have The Talk with
her. With a sense of relief, I decided it was too late to stir
things up, so I simply enjoyed the feeling of her body next to
mine. We walked up to her cabin in a companionable silence.
-----
When I finally got back to our cabin, Erin was there, but Mom and
Dad weren't. I figured they must still be at Susan's. (Gina's
parents hadn't been at their cabin when I'd kissed her goodnight
and come down the hill.)
My morning workout and all the other activities had finally taken
their toll, and I was exhausted and sore. The afternoon massage
had helped, but every time I moved, I was painfully aware of my
aching muscles. I climbed up the ladder to my top bunk and
collapsed.
I lay awake for a long time that night, thinking about Gina. I
wanted to tell her about Amy (and Susan, and Stacy), but at the
same time, I didn't. She'd never know the difference if I didn't
tell her. Right? I simply didn't know. I wanted to have sex with
her, but I still felt like it would be a betrayal of her trust.
Part of me also realized that while I loved Gina, I had come to
understand and accept that I could love other girls as well. It
was something that took some getting used to, but Susan's words
echoed in my mind when I thought about it: "You can be in love
with more than one person. Even more than one person at a time.
But you can really only be _committed_ to one person at a time."
Did I want a committed relationship with Gina? Yes, I thought
quickly. I'd had a crush on her since I'd first met her, almost
four years before. She'd been my friend before she'd developed
into a woman, and she was my friend now. Would she still be my
friend, after she learned about Amy? I think that's what worried
me most. It wasn't the sex, although that was certainly
enjoyable--I didn't want to lose her friendship.
And what about Kendall? She had quickly become a good friend, and
I could easily fall in love with her (more than I had already?).
I knew how she'd felt about me at the end of the previous summer,
but would she still feel the same way _this_ summer? I didn't
want to think that I was choosing between the two girls, but in a
way, maybe I was.
I know it was a cynical thought, but I knew I could find sex with
any of several willing partners. For that matter, I'd gone most
of the past year without sex. With Gina, it was more than sex. I
guess I wanted the connection. _That's_ what I didn't want to
lose.
And what about Amy? Did I still love her? Yes, I answered in the
dark. I probably always would. But did I want a relationship with
her? That was a tougher question, and I knew my answer was
probably "no." I can't really explain why, but I didn't. I hoped
we could be friends again, but I knew she didn't want the same
things I did.
As I lay awake in bed, just starting to doze off, I thought about
Stacy as well. She was trying to do things she thought I liked,
putting my pleasure before her own. When we'd had sex, she'd
clung to me fiercely at times. It was almost like she was afraid
to leave me. It was almost like she was...
My eyes popped open. What had she said?! She had been trying to
tell me something, but she couldn't--or wouldn't--say the words.
I could think of only one thing she'd be reluctant to say to me,
and I cursed myself for a fool for not seeing it sooner. Susan
had practically told me, although not in so many words.
I frantically thought through all the conversations I'd had with
Stacy, and all the time we'd spent together the previous weekend.
Suddenly, things I hadn't noticed before became much more
significant: the looks, the touches, the seemingly desperate need
to be held, her trying to please me, and more.
I'd even noticed it myself, but I hadn't put the pieces together.
I'd seen the difference when she was with me and then when she
was around other people. Suddenly, everything clicked into place.
Stacy was in love. With me.
My parents entered the cabin quietly, but I paid them little
attention. My mind was awhirl with possibilities and
recriminations. Why hadn't I seen it sooner? How could I be so
dense? What was I going to do about it? What was I going to do
about Gina? What was I going to do about anything?
It took me a long, long time to get to sleep after that. And when
I did finally drift off, my sleep was fitful and plagued with
vaguely disquieting dreams.
-----
The next morning, I awoke feeling worse than ever. As soon as I
moved, I regretted it. My shoulders were sore, my arms were sore,
my abs were sore, my back was sore, and my legs were sore. Just
climbing down the ladder made me feel like an old man. My eyes
were gummy from lack of sleep and I had a foul taste in my mouth.
Needless to say, I decided to forego my morning workout. Instead,
I took a hot shower, standing under the spigot until the water
ran cold and I was forced to turn it off. By the time I shuffled
down to the clubhouse for breakfast, my family was nearly through
with theirs. Mom gave me a concerned look and fixed me a couple
of egg sandwiches and some hash browns.
"Are you okay?" she finally asked, setting my plate in front of
me.
"Yeah. I guess. I kinda got carried away with my workout
yesterday," I said.
Even Erin looked concerned. But her concern only lasted until
Leah and Trish showed up. They raced off down the hill, and Dad
turned to me.
"I'm going into town today, to buy some fireworks for the
Fourth," he said. "Why don't you come with me?"
His tone sounded more like a suggestion than a question, so I
agreed.
-----
I was deep in thought most of the way into town. Dad sensed that
I didn't want to talk, and pretty much left me to myself. I
certainly appreciated it. But by the time we reached the
fireworks stand, I had none of my problems resolved.
Shopping for fireworks was fun, since it took my mind off my
problems for a while. With a silent chuckle, I realized that was
probably what Mom and Dad intended. I was gradually realizing
that they actually _did_ pay attention to me and my moods, and
were pretty good parents.
For almost an hour, Dad and I debated the finer points of
fireworks, both of us acting like kids. It was a fun time, and I
enjoyed myself. We probably bought too much, but in hindsight, I
don't think the fireworks were really the real purpose of our
trip. They were simply the means--I needed to blow off some steam
and relax, and Dad somehow knew this.
_Note to self: Don't underestimate _Dad_ either._
On the drive back, I was feeling more human, but I was still
worried about a lot of things. One problem at a time, I told
myself.
Normally, I didn't share my concerns with Dad. He would ask about
my day-to-day life sometimes, and I knew Mom told him a lot. Due
to his schedule, it was hard to talk to him sometimes. I never
got the feeling that he didn't _want_ to talk, but he was often
simply not available.
I'd told myself that I was going to face things like a man. Susan
told me I needed to act like a man as well. To a degree, I knew
what she meant--in many ways, I tried to emulate my father. I
guess it was a sign of maturity that I also realized how much I
still had to learn.
"Dad?"
"Yes?"
"Have you ever had to do anything you didn't want to?"
He looked at me sidelong. "Sure. All the time."
"Like what?"
"Well, son, I go to work. I have to leave you all, sometimes for
a couple of weeks at a time. I don't want to do that, but I do."
"Not that," I said. "You go to work so we can have a nice house,
food, clothes, and stuff like that."
He looked at me suddenly, a surprised expression on his face, and
the car drifted toward the side of the road. He had to jerk the
steering wheel to keep us from driving onto the shoulder. I guess
he was shocked I actually realized all the nice things we had
cost money, and that money had to come from somewhere.
"I mean, have you ever had to do anything where it didn't make a
difference whether you did it or not?" I asked, continuing.
"Like what?"
"I dunno. Something big, where you felt you needed to do it, but
if you didn't, nothing really bad would happen."
He nodded somberly. "I joined the Navy, even though I knew I'd
probably go to Vietnam. If I hadn't done it, someone else would
have, probably. But I felt it was the thing I needed to do. So,
yeah, I guess I have."
"Well, my decision isn't that big, I guess. But sometimes it
seems like it."
"What's the decision?" he asked.
"It's complicated."
He nodded and laughed softly. "The big ones always are."
"It's about a girl," I said.
"Ahhhhh. Gina?"
I nodded.
He was silent, waiting for me to gather my thoughts.
"I need to tell her something. But if I do, I know she'll be
angry. If I don't, she'll probably never know the difference."
"But _you'll_ know," he said.
I nodded.
"Son, I guess the question really isn't about her, now is it?"
I cocked my head and looked at him, perplexed.
"It's really about what kind of person _you_ want to be," he
said.
"Huh?"
"Have you read Shakespeare's _Hamlet_ yet?"
I shook my head, confused by the non sequitur.
"Have you ever heard the phrase, 'This above all: to thine
ownself be true'?"
I nodded, still puzzled.
"What do you think that means?" he asked.
"I dunno. What's this have to do with--"
"Just think about it for a second."
I did. I also wondered musingly why Shakespeare couldn't write in
English. (I wasn't serious, of course--well, maybe not
_completely_ serious.) I pondered for a moment while Dad drove in
silence. "Does it mean you can't lie to yourself?" I asked.
"Something like that," he said. "What else can the word 'true'
mean?"
"I dunno."
"How about 'my aim was true'? What does 'true' mean there?"
"Um... good? Straight? Right?"
He nodded. "So when Polonius says, 'to thine ownself be true,'
what does he mean?"
For the moment, I ignored the fact that I had no idea who
Polonius was. "Be good to yourself?" I asked, still a bit lost.
He waited, so I searched for another meaning. "Be honest to
yourself?"
He nodded as I slowly began to understand.
"'To thine ownself be true'," I mused. "Does it mean you've got
to do what _you_ know is right?"
Dad looked at me seriously. "Yes, son. It does."
"So that's what you meant when you said the question really isn't
about her, it's about me."
He nodded again.
"I've got to do what _I_ know is right," I said. "I've got to be
true to myself."
"Yes, son. You do." We drove in silence for a few moments. "Does
that help? Do you know what you have to do now?"
"Yeah," I said sullenly. "I've got to join the Navy and go to
Vietnam."
He laughed richly and clapped me on the shoulder. "Oh, I suspect
it won't be _that_ bad."
-----
A couple hours after lunch, we started a game of Marco Polo.
Erin, Leah, Trish, her brother Jonathan, Gina, and I were the
first ones playing. I guess Kara was on her period, because she
was wearing a pair of bikini bottoms and didn't want to join us.
But all our dads joined in, even Chris and Dwight.
Mom, Susan, Elizabeth (who was also wearing bikini bottoms),
Kara, and Dwight's wife, Karen, watched from the edge of the
lake. We made a lot of noise, but we also had a lot of fun. Our
dads couldn't keep up with us, and gave up after about forty-five
minutes. We continued playing for another hour, while our parents
looked on from the comfort of their loungers.
We were all grinning and tired afterward, and sat around on
towels or chairs. The younger girls swam out to lie on the raft,
but Gina and I stayed near the adults.
"Did you ask Gina about helping with Mr. Kestrel's house?" Susan
asked me.
I looked at her blankly and she chuckled.
Gina looked at me expectantly.
Sometimes, I'm kind of slow on the uptake. I rolled my eyes and
theatrically smacked myself on the forehead. "Oh, yeah!"
Susan quickly explained about Mr. Kestrel to the Coulters and
Deloziers. After she told them we had packed up his belongings,
she looked at me and gestured for me to continue.
I turned to Gina. "Susan said she was going to hire some guys to
come move all his stuff. None of it is really heavy, just a lot
of boxes and some furniture and stuff. So I thought maybe we
could move it."
Gina's eyes widened in disbelief. "Just the two of us?"
I quickly shook my head and felt my face heat up. "No. When
Manfred and Jenny get here next week, we'll all do it. Susan will
rent a U-Haul truck, we'll load it here, then take everything to
town."
"Oh."
"And she'll pay us fifty dollars each."
"Oh!"
"I figured Manfred and I can move all the heavy stuff," I said.
"While you and Jenny move the light stuff and little boxes. It
should take us all day, especially with the drive to and from
town, but it's fifty bucks."
"Yeah," she said softly. "Fifty bucks."
I looked up and our parents were grinning indulgently. I turned
back to Gina. "So. D'you wanna do it?"
She clasped her hands together and nodded quickly. "Yeah. Of
course."
"Cool."
-----
After my talk with Dad, I'd come to the conclusion that for my
own peace of mind, I _had_ to have The Talk with Gina. Face
things like a man and act like a man, I kept telling myself. I
shoved aside any thoughts of Stacy and her love for me--and what
I was going to do about it--and rehearsed what I wanted to say to
Gina.
Our families ate dinner separately, but Gina quickly found me
afterward. She came up behind me and playfully put her hands over
my eyes, but I knew it was her.
"Hi," she said brightly.
"Hi, yourself."
She clasped her hands behind her and rose on tiptoes
coquettishly. "Whatcha doin'?"
"Pretty much nothing. Why?"
She looked around and then leaned close. "Do you wanna go for a
walk a little later? Maybe around dark?"
I swallowed hard and tried to keep my apprehension from showing.
When I smiled and nodded, she pirouetted girlishly.
"I gotta go get ready," she said slyly. "I'll meet you at your
cabin, around eight o'clock. Okay?"
I nodded and she rose on tiptoe to kiss me. The kiss was warm but
fleeting, and when she pulled back, her eyes were shining with
anticipation. When she turned and headed toward the door, I
watched her swing her hips and wondered what kind of fool I was.
-----
I played a few desultory games of ping-pong with Dwight, but my
heart wasn't in it. I could tell that he'd even adapted his play-
style to accommodate my poor skills. I guess he didn't want to
watch me chase his kill-shots all night long. I certainly
appreciated the gesture, but I had more on my mind than swatting
a little white ball. He understood when I didn't want to play, I
mean lose, another game.
It was only a little after seven thirty, but I wandered up to our
cabin anyway. At the brow of the hill, just before the short
trail that led to our cabin, I passed Kara coming the other way.
I tried to smile. She grinned and winked at me, but kept walking.
I was about to turn toward our cabin when I stopped and called to
her. She walked back up the hill and greeted me warmly.
"What's up, Paul?"
I shifted nervously, trying to find the right words. From the way
she was grinning at me, she obviously knew what Gina's plans
were. When I still didn't speak, she looked at me with the first
traces of concern.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
I nodded quickly. "Yeah. It's just..."
"What is it?"
"It's just... Well... I don't really know how to say this."
She waited.
"You know about Gina and me?"
She nodded, worry still coloring her expression.
"And you know what she... I mean... You _know_ about... well... _us?_"
"I think I've got a pretty good idea," she said evenly. "Is
everything okay?"
"Yes and no. I mean, more no than yes. But... Well... I know what I
mean, I just can't figure out how to say it."
"You don't love her anymore?" she asked accusingly.
"Oh, God. No! I love her more now than ever before."
"Then what is it?"
I finally decided to just spit it out. "Listen, Kara... You know
what she has planned for tonight, right?"
She crossed her arms beneath her breasts and nodded.
"Well, I've got to tell Gina something... something she's not going
to want to hear."
"You're not going to--"
I held up a hand to forestall whatever she was going to say.
"Look. I love her. A lot. And I don't want to do _anything_ to
hurt her. But if I don't do it now, it'll only hurt worse later.
And it's something... it's something that _I_ have to do. I
couldn't live with myself if I don't tell her. Especially if we...
you know."
"I know."
"But just because I've got to hurt her now, and I know it's gonna
hurt, doesn't mean I don't love her."
She nodded curtly. "So why're you telling me this?"
"Well... 'Cause I know she's gonna be upset, and I thought maybe
it'd make her feel better if you were... you know... kinda close by."
Her face softened.
"She's not gonna want to talk to me," I said remorsefully. "But
she's gonna want to talk to _someone_. I don't want her to go
through this alone. And she shouldn't have to look all over for
someone to talk to. You know?"
"Yeah, I think I do."
I looked at Kara earnestly and studied her for a long moment.
"And tell her I love her. I always have, and I always will."
Kara hugged me, and I reluctantly put my arms around her. "You're
a good guy, Paul Hughes," she whispered in my ear. "I don't know
what you're going to tell her, but I'll watch out for her."
"Thanks," I said, my voice thick with emotion.
-----
Gina came down the hill a few minutes early. She had her hair
brushed back and held in place with two yellow barrettes. She
carried a blanket draped over her arms, and walked with a happy
spring in her step. When she saw me walking down the stairs, she
ran the last few steps and threw herself into my arms.
I caught her and spun her around as she planted her lips against
mine. Our kiss rapidly grew heated, and when we separated, we
were both breathless. I set her down and offered her my arm. She
shifted the blanket and thrust her arm through mine.
"Where to?" I asked, as lightly as I could.
"Down to the lake."
I looked at her skeptically, but she smiled knowingly and started
walking. With her arm linked through mine, I had little choice
but to follow where she led.
By the time we reached the lake, the sun had dipped below the far
ridge, and the entire basin was thrown into shadow. The sky was
still light, so we could easily see the ground as we made our way
around the right side of the lake, over the spillway and toward
the shallow end.
I had covertly looked back a few times, and was relieved to see
that Kara was unobtrusively following us, several hundred yards
back. When we turned down the nature walk toward the shaded
grotto next to the spillway stream, I turned to look up the hill.
I wanted to make sure Kara saw where we went. I don't know if she
did or not, but there was nothing I could do about it.
The cleared area was deserted, and already deep in shadow. The
grass had been cut earlier in the day, and it smelled fresh and
sweet. I helped Gina spread the blanket and then she brushed off
her feet before stepping onto it. I did the same, and joined her
in the center.
Her arms went around my neck and she melted against me. She
tilted her head back and my lips met hers. When she pulled back,
she kissed down my neck to my chest.
"I've wanted this for so long," she said, in between kisses.
I started to breathe heavier and shook my head, trying to think
of what I needed to say.
Suddenly, she dropped to her knees and put her hands on my hips.
I had to make her stop! If she...
_Oh, no._
She put her lips around the crown of my penis and it swelled in
response. She laughed lightly--I could feel her warm breath
against my pubic hair--and she sucked more of my rapidly
hardening dick into her mouth. Under the attention of her
insistent lips and tongue, my manhood quickly became fully erect.
She sucked more of me into her mouth, her lips caressing the soft
skin of my shaft. In a haze, I felt one of her hands move from my
hip and cup my balls, testing their weight. I swallowed hard and
fought to recall what I had to do.
My resolve was crumbling. I had to do something.
In her mouth, my cock swelled as she sucked lightly. She ran her
tongue over the underside of my glans and teased my balls with
her fingernails.
I felt like I was holding onto the edge of a cliff, straining and
scrabbling to keep myself from falling. Her lips. Her tongue. Her
soft sighs of lust. They all conspired to pull me down, to make
me lose myself.
With a Herculean effort of will, I pulled my thoughts away from
her supple lips and greedy mouth. I shook my head, trying to
clear the fog of desire clouding my senses. When she pulled back
and kissed the saliva-slick head of my cock, I had my opening.
I sank to my knees and cupped her face with my hands. She
whimpered insistently at the loss of my dick, so I leaned forward
and kissed her gently. When we broke the kiss, I pulled back and
looked at her.
"You know I love you. Right?"
She smiled and nodded.
"And you know I always will."
She nodded again.
I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I kissed her again and
steeled my nerve. When I pulled back, I took a deep breath,
swallowed hard, and looked her in the eye.
"Gina, there's something I have to tell you..."
-----
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Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 03
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends
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Keywords: mf, teen, oral
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio
CHAPTER THREE
For the next week, I was an emotional wreck. What had I done? Why
had I done it? The second question was easier to answer than the
first: I was horny and feeling neglected, which made me powerless
to resist Amy's desire and obvious attraction.
But it was the first question that seemed to haunt my every
waking moment. What had I done? There were several levels to that
answer, and I didn't like any of them.
In a purely physical sense, I was worried that Amy might be
pregnant. I could tell that she was worried about it too, but she
was also wrapped up in the rush of emotion that comes from being
in love. I could tell, I'd seen it before, and I'd felt it
before. It bothered me a little bit that I could look at it from
the outside, so analytically.
What did I feel for Amy? Was it love or was it just lust? Was it
anything? Thankfully, I decided that it _was_ something, and more
than just lust. I'd hate to have to face myself each morning if I
thought I'd just been using her for sex. I wouldn't want to be
the type of person who is callous enough to use someone else. I'd
literally hate being me. So I was profoundly happy to realize
that I did feel something for her. But was it love? It was
certainly affection, but beyond that, I just didn't know.
For her part, Amy _knew_. She was in love. The rest of that day
we spent at Scott's house (before the girls had to put in their
token appearance at Becky Leonardi's) she had shown me constant
affection. The next week, at school, she quietly insinuated
herself next to me whenever she could. I enjoyed the attention,
but I had another nagging problem: Gina.
I still loved Gina, very much. After the party at Scott's house,
I was wracked with guilt. In my mind, I realized that sex with
Susan, or Stacy, hadn't been cheating on Gina. If I'd had sex
with Kendall, it would have been. As I slowly came to realize
that I probably _was_ in love with Amy, I knew that I'd cheated
on Gina. I _knew_ it, and I was too honest with myself to
sugarcoat that fact.
The Friday before Easter, Scott, Shannon, and Amy wanted to go
see a movie. I begged off, telling them that I had to go out to
dinner with my family. It was a little white lie, but I didn't
know what else to tell them. Mom could tell that something was
up, because shortly after dinner (at home, of course), I went to
my room, closed the door, and sat down at my desk.
I needed to write to Gina. I told her about my wrestling season.
I told her about getting wrapped up in trying to be the best
wrestler I could possibly be. I told her about how I lost track
of everything that was important to me. I told her about my
grades. I poured my heart out to her, telling her about my fears
that we were slipping apart, my fears that she was mad at me, my
fears that she'd never want to see me again. I told her how much
I loved her. It was a guilt-fueled letter, but I had to try to
justify my actions (although I never told Gina what those actions
were). Seeing it on paper didn't make me feel any better, though.
It was late when I finally finished my letter to her, and my hand
was cramped from all the writing. My pencil had gone from
practically new to about three inches long. (I'd sharpened it
every time I'd been unsure or upset, and I'd nearly whittled it
down to nothing.)
I carefully folded the nine pages, and stuffed them into an
envelope. As soon as I sealed it, I felt better. Unfortunately,
the feeling was short lived. By the time I crawled into bed, I
was feeling guilty about Amy.
How could I be in love with two girls at once? I lay awake for a
long time thinking about that one. Every time I thought about
either of them, I felt guilty for "neglecting" the other one. And
when I thought about Kendall, and how I felt about her, I wanted
to weep. In the silence of the night, alone in my room, I finally
did. It had been a long time since I'd cried, about anything. I
thought I heard Mom outside my door, but she didn't knock, and I
eventually convinced myself that I'd been hearing things.
Exhausted, both mentally and physically, I finally fell asleep.
-----
It took me a week to mail that letter. Twice, I came home from
school and almost tore it up. Finally, Mom asked me about it, and
I eventually agreed to let her mail it for me. I think she knew
more than she let on, but she also knew that I had to work
through things for myself. I guess that's what it means to be an
adult, and she let me be responsible for my own actions.
Sometimes, it really sucks to be an adult.
Amy knew something was up, but she just assumed that I was
worried about our unprotected sex. She was a lot less worried
about it than I was, and when I asked her about it, she got real
quiet, and then looked at me seriously.
"My mom always told me she knew when she was pregnant with my
brothers and me," Amy said. "She said she never knew how, but she
just _knew_."
I looked at her, confused.
"If I was pregnant, I'd know."
I was clearly unconvinced, but decided to let it go.
-----
The next Thursday, Amy found me at my locker, just before lunch.
She was on the verge of tears.
"Paul," she whispered urgently. "I'm late."
"For lunch? It's just started." Sometimes, I can be kind of slow
on the uptake.
"No. I'm _late_."
Her tearful eyes spoke volumes, and I finally Got It. Every
muscle in my body went slack, and it suddenly took a lot of
effort just to breathe.
"Are you sure?" I asked. How dumb was that? I mentally kicked
myself.
She nodded, the tears finally spilling down her cheeks.
I dumped my books in my locker, took hers and tossed them in as
well, and shut the door. I put my arm around her and we simply
walked out of school. No one even noticed as we walked off the
campus. I thought someone would have said something to us, but no
one did. I guess I was thankful for that, because I don't know
what I would have said, or done, had anyone gotten in my way. I
was feeling incredibly protective of Amy, and murderous towards
anyone who might bar my path.
We walked to the McDonald's around the corner from the high
school and sat there for a long time, neither of us talking. I
don't know if a chocolate milkshake could solve any of our
problems, but as we shared one, the world stopped seeming like it
was closing in on us. The simple act of sharing that milkshake
did more for us that afternoon than I think anything could have.
Finally, long after the milkshake was gone, we talked. I had
painful visions of how my life would change if she were pregnant,
and I knew that my imagination couldn't do justice to how Amy
must have felt. Eventually, we both agreed to wait and see. Amy
said she'd been late before, but never this long. Her period
should have started six days before. I could tell that she was
very scared, but trying to maintain her composure. I felt an
impotent rage that there was nothing that I could do.
As we walked back to school, hand in hand, I felt like I had lead
weights on my feet, and each step I took was taking me closer to
my doom. I knew I loved Amy, but when I thought about marrying
her and raising a child, especially at our age, I wanted to panic
and run. I hated myself for that. Thank God Amy was too
distraught to notice. I would have hated myself even worse, if
she had.
We got a ride home with Scott and Shannon, and I could tell that
Shannon knew. Scott was as clueless as I'd been, only a few hours
before. Amy and I talked on the phone that night, but our
conversation was desultory and short. I think I spent the longest
night of my life, just staring at the shadows on my ceiling.
-----
The next day at school, Amy had to come to my locker to get her
books. I could tell that she'd been crying, but she snapped at me
that she was okay. I walked her to her first class, making me
late for my own, but we didn't talk much. She seemed pretty
angry, and I wanted to understand, but I didn't. I couldn't.
The rest of the day, whenever I saw her, it seemed like her mood
was completely random. We shared our second period class, and she
balefully stared at me when she walked into the classroom. After
the bell rang, I asked her if she was okay. In a few harsh words,
she basically told me to fuck off, that I'd had my fun but didn't
have to pay the price, and that I didn't love her anyway.
I was stunned.
I was so upset that I almost didn't go to lunch, because I didn't
want to see her. After a lot of reflection, I finally decided
that, like it or not, it was my responsibility to be there for
her, even if she just wanted someone to yell at (or about). Much
to my surprise, she was waiting for me at the door to the
lunchroom, and as soon as she saw me, she ran into my arms and
squeezed me tight. We stood like that for a long time, blocking
the lunchtime traffic into and out of the cafeteria. Once we
finally joined our regular lunch crowd, Amy was actually very
nice, although she did snap at me once or twice. I had no idea
what was going on in her head, but I felt miserable and helpless.
I don't know what Shannon had told Scott, if anything at all, but
they didn't ask us to double date that night. After school, Scott
dropped off Amy, and then me. I said goodbye, shut the door, and
then he and Shannon drove off in silence, leaving me to my
thoughts. When I walked in the door, Mom noticed that I was
upset, but I thought I was pretty convincing when I told her that
nothing was wrong.
-----
To make matters worse, Gina called that weekend. It was all I
could do not to panic and run when Mom handed me the phone.
Thankfully, Mom took Erin shopping, leaving me alone (Dad was
away due to a weekend layover in Dallas). I knew Gina must have
gotten my letter, earlier in the week. She was positively giddy.
It took every ounce of self-control I possessed just to make it
through the conversation. Fortunately, she did most of the
talking, but I felt more and more guilty. If Amy were pregnant,
how could I possibly tell Gina that things were over between us?
An hour later, when Mom and Erin returned, they were surprised to
find that I was still on the phone. Mom could clearly tell that I
wasn't happy, but Erin was thankfully clueless. Erin and I hadn't
been as close as we'd been at the end of the previous summer, but
we did actually treat each other like regular people, and I was
worried that she'd start asking pointed questions about my mood.
Luckily, she was excited about a new Paul McCartney album she'd
bought, and didn't notice a thing.
When I mentioned that my mom had just gotten home, Gina suddenly
remembered that her mom needed to talk to mine. Gina and I said
our goodbyes--she told me she loved me, and I told her the truth,
that I loved her very much--and then we each handed the phone to
our moms.
I was worried about what Gina's mom might need to talk about, so
I stuck around to eavesdrop a little. From Mom's side of the
conversation, I quickly realized that Gina's parents, Chris and
Elizabeth, were coming to Atlanta in two weeks, and they wanted
to get together and have dinner. When I realized that the
conversation wasn't about me, or Gina, I got up and went back to
my room. I didn't want Mom asking too many questions about why I
hadn't been happy talking to Gina.
The reality of the matter was that I was scared witless that Amy
might be pregnant, and I was feeling incredibly guilty about
still being in love with Gina.
"Does every teenager have a life this complicated?" I thought to
myself.
I certainly hoped not.
-----
Monday morning, the phone rang while Erin and I were eating
breakfast. Mom answered it, and then gave me a funny look when
she handed the phone to me.
"Paul?"
It was Amy. I tried not to collapse at the sound of her voice. It
had been a _long_ weekend, and we hadn't talked on the phone
much. The first time we had talked, Saturday morning, things
started off haltingly, and rapidly proceeded to go downhill. The
second call was quick, and she was apologetic, but I could hear
her mother in the background, and I knew she couldn't talk long.
I'd wanted to call her on Sunday, but I just couldn't work up the
courage.
"Hi," I said. It sounded lame, even to me, but it was the best I
could do.
I could hear her put her hand over the phone, and then she
whispered, "I started."
"Started what?" I asked, completely oblivious. For living in a
house with two women, sometimes I was remarkably clueless.
"_It_. I got my period this morning."
I was silent for a moment, too stunned to even breathe.
"Isn't that great?!" she asked. Despite the fact that this was
probably the best news either of us had received in a long time,
she actually sounded a little wistful.
"Yeah, it sure is." I couldn't think of what else to say.
"Okay then," she said, removing her protective hand from around
the mouthpiece. "I guess I'll see you at school."
"Yeah. I'll see you at school."
"I love you," she said, almost under her breath.
I was so relieved, and so shaken by the revelation, that I
replied automatically. "I love you too."
Mom and Erin both looked at me suddenly. Mom's expression was
understanding, and kind of sad. Erin simply looked curious.
"I can't wait to see you," Amy said.
"Mmm hmm. Same here," I replied, suddenly and acutely aware of my
audience. "Bye."
"Bye."
Thankfully, I heard Scott honking from the driveway. Without
saying a word, I snatched up my toast and thrust one corner in my
mouth, grabbed my books, and dashed out the door.
-----
Amy was back to her old self. Almost. She still looked a little
haunted by "what if" questions and self-recriminations, but she
was even more affectionate than she had been after that first
night. It was like she was saying, "he's mine," with her actions.
I didn't know what to do, so I tried to enjoy it.
After that, Amy and I mostly settled into a routine. We spent
time together before school, and then during lunch. The five of
us guys--Scott, Tony, Scotty, Kelly, and I--still hung out
together. Amy, Shannon, and Becky Leonardi usually joined us, and
I noticed that Becky and Tony Malone were getting kind of close.
Except for that first weekend at Scott's house, Amy and I didn't
have much time to do anything more than kiss. The only time was
when we had a double date to a movie, with Scott and Shannon.
Shannon's mother wouldn't let her go to a drive-in movie--Amy's
mom wouldn't have let us go either, but the issue never came up,
since Shannon's mom torpedoed the idea early on--so we went to a
theater that was close to Shannon's house.
We ended up skipping the last part of the movie and going to the
local lover's lane, where Scott parked the car and turned off the
engine. While Scott and Shannon made out in the front seat, Amy
and I fooled around in the back. Scott drove a big '68 Buick
Electra 225, so we had plenty of room.
When Shannon's head disappeared from our view, Scott put his arm
across the seat back and leaned his head against the headrest.
Amy looked at me lustfully, and I felt my sudden erection throb
expectantly. I guess she had gotten worked up enough that she
didn't care if Scott and Shannon knew what we were up to, even
though they were up to the same thing.
I slid down in the seat while Amy's hands worked on my belt. She
roughly extracted my dick and immediately descended upon it.
After the pregnancy scare, I'd gotten very used to my hand, and
her mouth felt wonderful.
She ran her tongue around my glans, her small hand slowly
stroking my shaft. When she took the head into her mouth, I
almost came. Fortunately, my self-control was stronger than the
urge to ejaculate. I rested my hand on her back as she took my
dick out of her mouth and began planting wet, open-mouthed kisses
all along the sensitive underside.
She tried to take as much of me in her mouth as she could, but
she couldn't manage more than a couple of inches. I put my hand
over hers and guided her motions, and my balls soon felt ready to
boil over.
In the front seat, Scott took his arm off the back of the seat
and put it on top of Shannon's bobbing head. He groaned, and I
knew he was filling her mouth with his come. Although I wanted
to, I couldn't last much longer than Scott had.
With a rush, I felt my come surging up my shaft. Amy locked her
lips around the crown and I directed the motions of her hand with
my own, the two of us stroking my shaft as I spurted my semen
down her throat. She swallowed it all, and then took her lips off
my cock to take a deep breath. She quickly returned her mouth to
my slowly shrinking shaft. My head was too sensitive, however,
and I lifted her off me after only a few licks.
I wanted to return the favor for Amy, but she got nervous at the
idea of taking her pants off "in front of" Scott and Shannon. I
suppose it was for the best, however, because we soon had to get
the girls home, before their 11 o'clock curfews.
-----
While my life with Amy had mostly returned to normal, I had
another thing to worry about. Gina's birthday was coming up, and
it was simply one _more_ reminder of the duplicitous life I was
leading.
At times, with Amy, I could be incredibly happy. I _did_ love
her. Whenever I got a letter from Gina, I'd be on cloud nine. But
sooner or later, I'd start thinking about the other girl, and I
would sink back into a funk.
For Gina's birthday present, I finally settled on a silver
bracelet, with her initials engraved on it. Mom helped me pick it
out, and I could tell that she wanted to know what was going on,
but I clammed up whenever she started to ask. She quickly got the
message, and left me alone about it.
Wasn't it bad enough that I was beating myself up over the
situation with Amy and Gina? Did Mom have to do it too? I was
certain that no one else in the history of the world had ever
faced what I was going through. Although Mom didn't say anything,
I knew she probably knew. I also knew that she wouldn't
understand. How could she?
-----
Chris and Elizabeth Coulter came to visit us on May 10th. No one
told me why they were in town, and I didn't ask. I didn't really
want to spend much time with them. I was certain that they'd be
able to see right through me and learn about Amy.
Thankfully, they only stayed in town for a few days. The first
night, they had dinner with someone else (I don't know who). The
next night, they had dinner with our family. And then on Saturday
night, they went out with Mom and Dad. Finally, they returned to
Charleston on Sunday, taking my birthday present for Gina with
them.
On Gina's birthday, the 17th, she called to thank me for the
bracelet--she loved it. For a little while, I was almost as happy
as she was. She couldn't stay on the phone long since it was a
school night, but her parents had made an exception and let her
call when it wasn't a weekend. After a short, gushing
conversation, we told each other, "I love you," and got off the
phone.
I don't really know what ashes taste like, but after I hung up
the phone, I had a pretty good idea.
-----
The end of school was drawing near, and my family once again
planned to spend the entire summer at Camp. Dad had bid his lines
so that he could cram all of his trips together, but when he did
have to fly he would be gone for a couple of weeks at a time. We
couldn't leave immediately after school ended, since Dad had to
fly a trip to Houston, so we decided to leave a few days after my
birthday.
I tried to explain to Amy that I'd be gone for the entire summer,
and that we probably couldn't talk on the phone. She didn't take
it very well. I couldn't very well tell her where we were
_really_ going, so I gave her the standard story about visiting
our "Aunt Susan" in South Carolina, who had a big lake and lots
of property.
I told Amy that it would even be hard for me to get mail over the
summer, since we only checked the mail every couple of days. That
was a little white lie; Susan checked the large camp mailbox,
which was out by the main road, every day. In truth, I didn't
know if I'd be able to write to Amy, much less every day. She was
incredulous and insistent. Finally, I asked Mom for the mailing
address for the Camp, and gave it to Amy. I could see that she
wasn't happy about not being able to call, but she finally agreed
that writing letters was good enough.
I _hated_ lying to her. It felt like I was betraying myself, as
well as her. Of course, whenever I told anyone about my summer
vacations, I always left out pertinent details, but to Amy, I was
lying outright. I felt like such a cad. I was supposed to love
her, wasn't I? And people who loved each other didn't lie to each
other, did they? For the entire week before the end of school, I
was sullen and depressed.
Then, as if my life hadn't already gone to hell, Amy and I had a
big fight on the last day of school. She still couldn't
understand _why_ I'd be gone the entire summer, and why she
couldn't call, and why I couldn't write, and... and a lot of
things. I guess she had every right to be upset, and I couldn't
even find the emotional energy to argue with her.
She started crying, but I simply didn't know what to say to her,
or what to do. It's not like I could've told my family that I'd
be staying home for the summer. My life had become a shambles,
and I had no idea how to fix things. Amy told me that she didn't
want to see me again, ever. What was I supposed to do? My family
was leaving for South Carolina in four days.
Scott and Shannon took Amy home, and I ended up catching a ride
to my house with Kelly Duchesne and his older brother.
Wasn't the last day of school supposed to be fun?
-----
To top things off, the next day was my birthday. I'll never
forget my sixteenth birthday, since it was perhaps the worst day
of my life. I was so depressed that I didn't even care about
getting my driver's license.
On the surface, things with Gina had been fine--better than fine,
in fact. That was one of the reasons that Amy and I hadn't been
getting along. I guess I felt guilty any time I was around her,
and while she didn't know the reason, she could sense my
disquiet.
Unfortunately, I was also feeling incredibly guilty about lying
to Gina. I rationalized that while it wasn't lying outright
(she'd never directly asked me if I had another girlfriend), it
was certainly lying by omission, and that was just as bad.
So I had girlfriend problems with not one but _two_ girlfriends.
Worse: in reality, I had problems with one girlfriend and one ex-
girlfriend. Forget the fact that it's because I _had_ two
girlfriends that I was having problems.
Eventually, Mom talked me into getting my license the day after
my birthday. We went down to the testing station, and I passed,
but I couldn't even be happy about that achievement.
How had I done this to myself? Not for the first time, I silently
cursed that life just wasn't fair.
No matter how bad my life was, however, time marched on. Dad was
due back the next day, and the day after that, we were set to
leave for Camp. We had a lot to do before our trip: packing and
making arrangements for our extended absence. I suppose I needed
the time, doing mindless things, to take my mind off my problems,
but it didn't seem to help.
I was so depressed that I wasn't even looking forward to seeing
Susan. _That's_ how bad I felt.
-----
The drive to Camp was much quieter than usual. I'm sorry to say
that my foul mood kind of permeated the car. It was a long drive
from our house to Camp, and I felt like I was going from one doom
to another. I'd have a short respite, but not long. I had
received a letter from Gina just before we left, informing me
that her family was due to arrive at Camp on the last day of
June, and would be there for four weeks.
I would have three weeks to figure out what, if anything, I was
going to tell Gina. I didn't want to just leave her in the dark,
although that would certainly make my life easier. It just
wouldn't seem right. My dad always told me that sometimes, you
just have to face things like a man. I guess this was one of
those times. I didn't have to like it, but I was going to do it.
Shortly before our arrival at Camp, we stopped at the Winn-Dixie
to pick up groceries. Mom had been making two separate shopping
lists for the past hour. I assumed that she and Erin would shop
together, and that Dad and I would take care of the stuff on the
other list. As we walked into the store, however, she handed one
list to Erin and Dad, and kept the other for the two of us. When
they headed towards the other end of the store, Mom turned to me.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" she asked gently.
"About what?" I asked, as brightly as I could.
"About whatever's been bothering you since we left the house.
Since the end of school, really. Do you want to talk about it?"
"No."
"It might help."
"I doubt it," I said sullenly.
"Oh," she mused. "I don't know. Why don't you try it and find
out?"
"It won't do any good."
"Okay then, how about I talk, and all you have to do is listen?"
she reasoned.
I shrugged and kept pushing the shopping cart, morosely following
her lead.
"I think you're feeling guilty."
I looked at her sharply and narrowed my eyes.
She nodded. "About Amy, and about Gina."
Panic welled up within me. I was suddenly sure that she could see
right through me. If she knew about Amy and...
"Did you have a fight with Amy?"
I felt like I'd been dropped flat on my back by a double-leg
takedown. I recovered a little bit as her question registered,
but not much. At least she hadn't asked me about the pregnancy
scare, I thought ruefully.
"I thought so," Mom said, upon seeing my expression.
"How did you...?"
She stopped walking and I had to pull up short to avoid hitting
her with the cart. "Paul," she said gently. "When your father was
in the Navy, and he had to go on cruise with his squadron, it was
always very stressful. How do you think I felt, knowing that he
was going into combat, and that he might be killed?"
I stood looking at her, my mouth agape.
"When your dad shipped out, I had the other wives to help me
through it, especially some of the older women. Amy doesn't have
that. Granted, you're not going off to fight a war, but she
doesn't know how to handle the fact that you're leaving for the
summer. That's pretty stressful, for anyone."
She looked at me seriously. I took a deep breath and tried to get
a handle on how I felt.
"Also," she said sadly. "If you're angry with someone, it makes it
easier to say goodbye." She was contemplative for a moment, and
then shook her head sadly. When she looked up, she smiled wanly,
and I began to wonder if we were still talking about Amy and me.
"Mom, I..." I didn't know what to say.
"It's okay, honey. People are like that sometimes. It's human
nature. But," she said seriously, "Amy is only half your problem,
isn't she?"
"I don't know what..."
"Paul, do you think I don't notice how happy you are when you get
a letter from Gina, or when she calls?"
I looked at her, stunned.
"And then how mopey you get afterward, when you start feeling
guilty?"
I swallowed hard and blinked. How could she know all this? I
thought I'd done a pretty good job covering up how I felt, and
what I was going through. Evidently, I hadn't. _Note to self:
Don't underestimate Mom anymore._
"It's okay, honey. Not everything in life is meant to be easy.
Some of the best things are very difficult, but they're worth it.
But you can't keep everything to yourself all the time. Do you
understand?"
I nodded mutely.
"Sometimes, it helps to talk about things. And sometimes, it
helps to know that you're not the only one who's ever felt like
you do. If you keep things bottled up, they'll only seem worse."
She stepped around the cart and looked up at me soberly.
"You're not my little boy anymore," she said. "But you know you
can always talk to me, right? About anything."
"I know, Mom," I said, my voice scratchy with emotion.
She hugged me tight, and although I was a little self-conscious
about hugging my mom in the dairy aisle of the Winn-Dixie, I
wrapped my arms around her and hugged her back.
"I love you, Paul. You'll always be special to me."
"I love you too, Mom."
When she pulled back, she smiled at me bravely. "I'm serious. You
can talk to me about anything you want, whenever you're ready."
I nodded and she smiled at me.
"Now," she said, her voice once again steady and sure. "Let's
finish our shopping. I can't wait to get to Camp."
-----
When we finally pulled up to our cabin--the same one from the
year before--we were tired and stiff. I was in a little better
mood, but not much. I still didn't feel like I could talk to Mom
about it, and my impending meeting with Gina loomed large in my
mind. So I was surprised to see Susan walking up the hill to
greet us.
"Hi," she said cheerfully.
She was wearing her ubiquitous bikini bottom (it was an off-
white, lace-type fabric), and a big sun hat. I'd forgotten how
good she looked, and when she smiled at me, I felt the first
spark of guilt-free happiness that I'd felt in a long time.
We all chorused our greetings and she started picking through the
keys on a large key ring.
"I thought you guys would be here later, so I haven't had time to
unlock the cabin and sweep it out," Susan said.
"Oh, that's no problem," Mom said. "I can get it." Then Mom
looked thoughtful for a moment and turned to my dad. "David, can
you, Paul, and Erin get the groceries unloaded and put away while
Susan and I get the cabin swept out?"
"Not a problem, baby. C'mon kids, let's get this show on the
road."
And just like that, we were back in the car and headed down the
hill to the clubhouse. The three of us lugged in the first load
of groceries, and then Erin stayed in the kitchen to organize
things while Dad and I brought in the rest of the food and
drinks. Working together, we had everything squared away in about
15 minutes.
Dad asked if I wanted to drive the car back up the hill, and I
surprised myself; I jumped at the chance. We all piled back into
Mom's station wagon, with me at the wheel, and headed back up the
hill. When we got to the cabin, Susan and Mom were standing on
the porch, talking to each other. I carefully made sure I had
room to make the turn--I didn't want to hit the stairs up to the
porch--and turned the steering wheel. When I judged that the rear
of the car was in front of the steps, I gently put my foot on the
brake.
I got a small, teasing round of applause from Mom and Susan when
I stepped out of the car. I blushed furiously, but took it in
stride, giving them a theatrical bow. With that, we started
unloading the car. We had all the usual things: folding lawn
chairs, bed linens and pillows, bath towels, beach towels, and
several baskets and travel bags filled with all the things a
nudist family needs for a summer vacation. We unloaded our
personal suitcases, and that left only one more thing in the car.
For my birthday, Mom and Dad gave me a really nice set of Weider
weights, complete with a bench, curling bar, and dumbbell bars. I
used some of my saved-up allowance money to buy some extra
weights (the set didn't come with enough for me to bench my usual
weight). Instead of un-boxing the extra weights, I'd simply
packed them in the car for the trip to Camp. I only brought along
the curling bar and dumbbell bars, but with them, I could work on
almost all of my upper body. With the weights, sit-ups, push-ups,
and a jump rope, I could easily stay in shape over the summer.
In four trips, I carried all the weights from the car up to the
porch. It was a normal South Carolina day, which meant that it
was hot and muggy, and we'd all worked up a sweat unloading the
car. I know I wasn't the only one who couldn't wait to hit the
lake and cool off.
Once inside the cabin, I saw that things had changed little. The
bunk beds to the left of the door and the queen-sized bed for my
parents were all the same. The couch was the same as well, but
both upholstered chairs were replaced by newer ones. In the right
rear corner, the bathroom looked the same, and I suspected that
if I'd looked in the closet next to it, I'd see the same water
heater that had been installed the summer before. The dresser on
the back wall had been replaced, however, with one that was
bigger and longer.
Mom, as usual, insisted that we make our beds and unpack our
suitcases before we could go down to the lake. With surprisingly
little grumbling, Erin and I dragged out our sheets and made our
beds. Since hers was on the bottom bunk, she was finished before
I was, but she actually stood and waited while I finished. She
even handed me my top sheet and pillow, so I wouldn't have to
climb down the ladder to get them. I was a little amazed at how
conscientious she was being, but grateful nonetheless.
While Mom and Dad were making their bed (they'd had to move all
the stuff that we'd piled on it), Erin and I unpacked our
suitcases and stored in the dresser what few clothes we'd
brought.
As Erin and I unpacked and arranged things, Mom, Dad, and Susan
idly chatted about the changes at the camp, the scheduled arrival
of other families, and things like that. I was occupied getting
my things put away, and didn't pay much attention. Once we had
everything put away, we all stripped off our clothes.
Over the year, I'd had enough occasions to see my family nude,
mostly separately. Both Mom and Dad slept in the nude, and
wouldn't bother putting on clothes before they came out of their
room in the morning. Mom usually put on a short housedress when
she fixed us breakfast, but other than that, she usually wore
clothes during the day.
The same was true with Erin. Neither of us were self conscious
about letting the other see us nude. After all, we shared a
bathroom, and getting ready for school in the mornings was
sometimes hectic.
But as my family disrobed, I did enjoy a good look at my mother
and sister. Mom had changed little; except that she didn't have
her usual summer tan. Her breasts were still fairly firm, and her
pubic hair was neatly trimmed, perhaps a little narrower than the
year before.
Erin had changed a lot over the past year, as had I. She was
nearly as tall as Mom, but hadn't yet filled out completely. Her
long legs and still-narrow hips made her look coltish, but I
could see Mom's beauty coming out in her face, as well as her
figure. Her breasts actually had a nice, firm shape to them,
rather than the cones with nipples that they'd been the year
before. Her pubic hair had filled out as well, and had gotten
darker.
When I finally got my clothes off, Susan looked at me in shock,
and I started to panic. I'd always been self-conscious about my
weight, but that had seemed to fade into the background over the
past year. Now, with Susan staring at me, I felt a wave of
anxiety wash over me. Mom merely grinned at her expression.
"Who's ready to go to the lake?" Dad asked, oblivious to the
entire exchange between me, Susan, and Mom.
"Me!" Erin cried. "Race ya!" She picked up her towel and bolted
out the door.
The screen door then banged shut behind my father as he raced out
next, and the three of us were alone. Susan realized that she was
staring, and actually blushed when she averted her eyes. Panic
gnawed at my belly. I knew I had gained weight for wrestling, and
I was still concerned about being too pudgy, but I hadn't
expected Susan to be so insensitive as to stare at me.
"I'm sorry, Paul," she said hastily, as soon as she saw my
panicked expression. "It's just that you've... changed. So much."
Mom was grinning insufferably, and I began to get a little worked
up as anger slowly replaced my panic.
"Wow!" Susan exclaimed. "You look great!"
Huh?
She looked at my expression and laughed richly. I merely
squirmed.
"You said he'd changed," Susan said to my mom. "But wow!"
"I'm still here, you know," I said petulantly, shifting nervously
from foot to foot.
Mom was still grinning broadly, and I began to wonder what the
joke was. I'd begun to suspect that it was me.
"Paul," Susan said reasonably. "You probably don't see it,
because you're used to your body, but you've changed. A lot.
You've lost weight, and gotten much more... um... firm."
"No, I haven't," I said, acutely aware that I'd actually _gained_
12 pounds.
"Well, maybe not, but you look like you have."
I looked at her curiously.
"And your chest and shoulders. Wow. You're taller too," she said
appreciatively.
My chest and shoulders? Huh?
"You look..." She shook her head and looked at me, her eyes wide
with approval. "You look great!"
"Come here, Paul," Mom said gently, still smiling at me. "Let me
put some sunblock on your back and shoulders, and then you can
go down to the lake. Susan and I have got some catching up to do.
Okay?"
I nodded and shuffled over to her, mulling over the conversation
in my mind. She reached into one of her bags and pulled out the
industrial-sized bottle of Bain de Soleil. When I was properly
slathered, she patted me on my bare ass and shooed me out of the
cabin.
As I walked down the hill, the sound of their animated
conversation faded. I was still thinking about what Susan had
said, and the expression on her face. Did I really look that
different? I didn't think so, but Susan obviously did. Was that
really a bad thing? I decided it wasn't, and picked up my pace
down the hill, feeling a little less like the weight of the world
was on my shoulders.
-----
Down at the lake, I found Dad lounging on his towel, which he'd
spread on the ground, while Erin was sunning herself on the raft.
I was still hot from unloading the car, and decided to swim for a
few minutes to cool off.
The water was shockingly cold, and my testicles retreated into
the warmth of my body as soon as I dived into the water. After
the stifling heat and humidity, the lake felt heavenly.
Eventually, I swam over to the raft and climbed up next to Erin,
taking care not to drip cold water on her.
Not for the first time, I envied the fact that she'd gotten Mom's
complexion, and in a few days, she'd have the start of a deep
bronze tan. I, however, had Dad's complexion, and could sunburn
if I so much as thought about the sun. I knew I couldn't stay out
long the first day, but I wanted to relax on the raft and not
worry about the world and all of my problems.
No sooner had I settled down than Erin turned to me. "Are you
still Gina's boyfriend?"
I almost choked. "What makes you ask that?"
"I dunno. I was just thinkin' about it."
"Oh."
"So. Are you?"
"I don't know," I said with a sigh.
"How can you not know?" Erin asked.
"It's complicated."
"What about Amy?"
"What about her? What do you know about Amy?" I asked
suspiciously.
"Nothing," she said quickly. "Except that you love her. You do,
don't you?"
"Yeah," I answered moodily.
"But I thought you were in love with Gina."
"I am." Why had both Mom and Erin picked today, of all days, to
ask me the really difficult questions?
"But, if you're..."
"Erin! Can we talk about something else? Please?"
"Yeah," she said, sounding wounded. "Sure. Whatever."
We both sulked silently for a moment, and then she looked at me
thoughtfully.
"Do you think Drew and Kendall will be here this summer?" she
asked.
"Yeah. I guess they'll be here." Great! Bring up the _third_ girl
I was in love with. Thanks, Erin. What are little sisters for?
"Cool," she said, completely oblivious.
"Yeah."
I lay my head on my arms and tried to relax. Erin let me, for the
most part. But I could tell she was fidgety, and wanted to talk
some more. Finally, she couldn't stand it any longer.
"Are you and Aunt Susan gonna... you know?" she asked, her voice
almost a whisper.
"Erin!"
"What?" she asked indignantly. "I was just asking. What's wrong
with that?"
"Erin!"
"'Cause if you are gonna... you know..."
"Erin! Just drop it, willya."
"Sure. Jeez. Why're you so touchy?" she asked, all huffy.
"Look, Erin. Sometimes, it's not as simple as that. Sometimes,
life just sucks, and it doesn't make sense, and there's not a
fucking thing you can do about it!"
Erin was startled by my vehemence, and deep down inside, so was
I. She lay back down and stopped talking to me altogether. After
a while, she got up quietly.
"I'm sorry, Paul," she said softly. "I was only trying to be
nice."
Then she dived off the raft and started swimming for the side of
the lake. I didn't think I could possibly feel worse. I turned
over on my back, laced my fingers behind my head, and started
feeling sorry for myself. Again.
I didn't know what to do about Amy, if there even _were_ anything
I could do. I didn't know what to do about Gina, and I didn't
have long to figure it out. I didn't even know what to say to
Susan. And now, I'd managed to hurt Erin's feelings, when she was
only trying to help. My record with women was getting
depressingly bad, and I had no idea how to fix things.
-----
That night, Susan ate dinner with us. The conversation around me
was animated, but I didn't take part in it. Mom tried to draw me
out, and then Susan did her best as well, but I was determined
that I wasn't going to let anybody make me feel any better.
Towards the end of dinner, Susan became serious, and the
conversation died down.
"Bernie Kestrel died right after the new year," she said soberly.
Mr. Kestrel was one of the year-round residents. I didn't know
him well, but I did at least know who he was. In the self-
centered way of most teenagers, I didn't see why it was important
enough for Susan to bring up, however.
"I'm so sorry to hear that," Mom said.
"Me too," Susan said.
"He was a good friend of your father's, wasn't he?" Dad asked.
"Yes," Susan said. "He was like an uncle to me. He'd lived here
since before Dad died."
"That's really too bad," Mom said.
Susan merely nodded heavily, and then she looked at me. I blinked
and cocked my head to the side, confused.
"His son, Gregory, was here right after his dad died, just to
take care of the arrangements and pack a few things, but he
didn't have time to do more. He asked if I could take care of the
house for him, until he had time to get here himself. I agreed."
"That was very kind of you," Mom said.
"Unfortunately, Gregory couldn't arrange to be here, so he asked
me if I couldn't box up a few heirlooms and send them to him. He
wants the rest of the household donated to the Camp, or to the
Salvation Army. I told him that I'd take care of it."
I got the distinct impression that an enterprising young man,
namely me, was about to be volunteered to help.
"So," Susan said, looking at me again. "How 'bout it? It's about
a weeks' work, and I'll pay you four dollars an hour."
Four dollars an hour was considerably better than I'd gotten paid
the year before. But I didn't relish the idea of shoveling out
Mr. Kestrel's junk for a week. When I looked at my parents'
faces, however, I realized that I didn't really have a choice.
With a sigh, I nodded.
"Great!" Susan said. "You want to start first thing in the
morning?"
No. I wanted to sleep in, and then I wanted to lie around like
the King of Siam. "Sure, first thing in the morning," I said
sullenly.
"I'll feed you breakfast first," she said cheerfully.
Susan and Mom shared a look, and I nodded again. Even the
prospect of having breakfast with Susan, and what that might
entail, couldn't cheer me up.
She reached across the table and took my hand in her own,
stroking my knuckles with her thumb. "Thank you for agreeing to
help, Paul," she said earnestly.
I may have completely screwed up my life, I thought to myself,
but I still remembered my manners. "You're welcome."
-----
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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 12
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mF, teen, oral
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was still mid-morning when Stacy and I cleaned ourselves up
and headed to the kitchen. I noticed, with only a hint of
amusement, that she moved through Susan's kitchen with complete
assurance. She opened cupboards and retrieved pots and utensils
with practiced ease. This was an entirely new side of Stacy, one
I'd never seen before, and I couldn't help but grin at her
domesticity. She smiled with aplomb, handed me a large pot, and
directed me to start some water boiling.
While she was adding ingredients to a large casserole dish full
of beans, I filled the pot with water and set it on the stove.
Per her instructions, I added some salt, put the lid on the pot,
and turned the burner on high. It took a long time to come to a
boil, but when it did, I dumped in two boxes of elbow macaroni.
The entire time, Stacy and I grinned at each other constantly.
She was so happy that she practically danced around the kitchen.
Susan came back a little later, took one look at us, and smiled
broadly.
"Paul," she said, still smirking. "Dwight asked if you could help
him with the barbeque. Would you?"
"I'd be glad to."
"Thanks," she said.
The two women shared a conspiratorial grin, then Stacy rose on
tiptoe and kissed my cheek. She practically beamed at me as I
turned to go. The door hadn't even shut behind me before they
launched into animated conversation.
-----
I think Dwight wanted the company more than he wanted the help,
since he seemed to have things well in hand. He stood before the
large grill like a king surveying his domain. I tried not to
snicker at the mental imaged I'd conjured up--his "robe of state"
was a large apron with a big pair of red lips and "Kiss the Cook"
printed across it. (There are any number of things you don't need
clothes for, but tending a barbeque grill is _not_ one of them.)
As soon as I got there, he had his son, Jonathan, fetch him a
fresh beer and a small glass. When he returned, Dwight opened the
beer. He poured about a third of it into the glass, which he
handed to me. He clinked the bottleneck against the rim of my
glass and took a swig. I took a slightly smaller swig and was
happy I hadn't tried to swallow more. At the tender age of
sixteen, I had _no_ idea what the appeal of beer was, especially
after tasting it. But it felt cool and grown-up to be drinking
it, so I smiled like it was ambrosia.
Most of the moms were in the clubhouse preparing food, but mine
came out to check on me. The fact that she knew where to find me
meant she and Susan were deep in cahoots. Again. I shook my head
good-naturedly at the thought.
Mom kissed my cheek, smiled at me, and handed me an apron of my
own. Mine read "Women Love a Man Who Can Cook." She noticed my
small glass of beer and smiled indulgently.
"Don't let him get into too much trouble, Dwight," she said as
she turned to go.
"Now, what would be the fun in that, Beth?" he asked, winking at
me.
She merely shook her head and kept walking.
Dwight taught me how to baste the ribs and pork shoulder, and
when to turn them. In addition to his other utensils, he had a
squirt bottle filled with water and a small bag of Hickory chips.
He showed me how to keep the fire from flaring up, as well as
when and where to judiciously add the wood chips. Jonathan and
Alan Nolan were our helpers. If we needed anything, one of the
boys would run and fetch it.
Dad and Chris Coulter joined us after a while, bringing cold
beers. Dad spied my empty glass and arched his eyebrows at me. I
started to protest my innocence, but he merely smiled and
refilled it from his own bottle. Having my dad pour me a beer
made me feel grown-up, and my chest swelled with pride.
Since the women were inside the clubhouse preparing all the other
food, most of the men gravitated to the grill. Even with all the
extra help and suggestions, it was clear that I was Dwight's
Chief Assistant. In their company, I was no longer a boy. I was a
man.
Gunny Kershaw joined us and several of the men scrambled to offer
him a chair. Then, all of them sat around and shot the breeze for
a while. Whenever Gunny said anything to my dad, he automatically
added "sir" to the end of it. Dad was the only one who received
the deferential treatment, but he didn't seem to notice.
Since Gunny had an attentive audience, he launched into stories
from Korea and Japan. Dwight grinned and nudged me in the ribs.
At one point--in the middle of a story involving two American
nurses, the Admiral's limo, and a car chase through Tokyo (during
which one nurse was "playing the skin flute like a virtuoso,"
whatever that meant)--Gunny's audience was laughing so hard, I
thought someone might pass out.
By the time the meat was done, I had drunk almost two bottles of
beer. My eyes were watering, due to a combination of the smoke
from the barbeque and laughing at Gunny's stories. I was a little
buzzed from the beer and I was having the time of my life.
Dwight sent the boys into the clubhouse to tell Susan the
barbeque was ready, and to fetch two large wooden cutting boards.
While they were inside, Dwight and I set up a sturdy folding
table. When they returned, we put the cutting boards on the table
and started taking meat off the grill.
Dwight then sent the boys back inside to retrieve a couple of
large roasting pans. He began pulling meat from the pork
shoulders while I cut the long slabs of ribs into two- and three-
rib pieces. The boys returned and held the pans while Dwight and
I loaded them with barbequed pork. Jonathan and Alan were
practically groaning under the weight, but they grinned the
entire time.
A steady stream of people began to emerge from the clubhouse,
most of them bearing bowls or platters of food. Earlier in the
day, the men had gathered all the picnic tables and chairs from
around the camp. They were soon laden with food.
With steadying hands from Dad and Chris, Susan climbed onto a
chair and gazed over the assembled crowd. With practiced ease,
she thanked each of the women by name and told us what they had
prepared. She even singled out Dwight and me for cooking the
meat. Finally, she thanked everyone else for their help. With
that, we all grabbed plates and started loading them with food.
Gina was there, of course, but she didn't even look at me. I
wanted to talk to her, but I could tell she didn't want to have
anything to do with me. I was going to sit off by myself but Kara
and Stacy invited me to join them. They were sitting at a table
with Gina, Erin, Leah, and Trish. I tried to decline. They
insisted, so I gave in and joined them.
Gina looked daggers at me as I sat down. I smiled, but when she
didn't return the gesture, I nodded dejectedly. As soon as I
started eating, Gina slammed her utensils on the table, got up in
a huff, and stormed off. Kara watched her go and frowned in
irritation. She started to rise and go after Gina, but her mother
beat her to it.
"I'll take care of this, Kara," Elizabeth said. Her clipped
British accent was flat and determined.
Gina had stalked off in the direction of their cabin, and
Elizabeth followed. I'm not the best judge of emotions, but even
_I_ could tell she was displeased.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"Don't be," Kara said quickly.
Stacy smiled at me tightly, and I could tell that she wanted to
take my hand.
"If she can't be polite," Kara continued, "then she deserves what
she's about to get."
"Do I want to know what she's about to get?" I asked. I hated the
idea that Gina would get in trouble over me.
Kara shrugged. "Mom'll probably just talk to her this time. She's
got a very low tolerance for discourtesy, and that was just plain
uncalled-for."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"It's _not_ your fault," Kara said firmly. "If she wants to be
angry, that's her decision. But Mom draws the line at being
rude." She looked at Leah. "We weren't raised like that."
Leah shook her head quickly. "We weren't. If _I_ did something
like that, I'd be grounded for a couple of days."
"You would _not_," Kara said.
"Says you, Miss Perfect."
I honestly thought they were going to start arguing. That would
make me feel even worse.
Instead, Kara looked disaffected and tossed her hair back. "You
may call me Perfect," she said, with theatrical haughtiness.
When she snickered, the mood immediately lightened. Leah laughed
as well, and we all joined in. Afterward, conversation at our
table slowly resumed as we continued eating.
The barbeque was incredible. The meat practically fell off the
bones, and the pulled shoulder just about melted in my mouth.
There's a certain freedom that comes from eating messy barbeque
at a nudist camp, and I quickly found that I was enjoying myself.
Unfortunately, I was in a conversational divide: the younger
girls talked about Girl Stuff, while Kara and Stacy talked about
college.
Gina's mother came back about twenty minutes later and said
something quiet to her husband. He frowned for a moment and then
nodded seriously. She returned to her seat and I looked up to
find Kara staring at me. She could see the concern plainly
written upon my face, and she shrugged almost imperceptibly.
After most everyone finished eating, people drifted off in groups
of three or four. My sister and her friends headed down to the
lake with Jonathan and Alan. Leigh Nolan went along to watch
after the younger kids.
Mom volunteered me to help with the clean up. Six or seven of the
women began cleaning up the food and taking the leftovers inside
to one of the refrigerators. I was one of a group of six guys who
collected the trash and generally picked up our picnic area. With
exaggerated groans from some of the guys, we started moving lawn
furniture back to its original locations.
The picnic tables were large and heavy--they were constructed of
hardwood planks--and I suddenly had the urge to see if I could
pick one up. It was tough, but I was strong enough to carry the
table by myself. I had to hold it against my chest carefully and
watch where I walked, but all the men were impressed. It was
awkward at first, but it was worth it to hear their
encouragement. When I returned from moving the first table, the
five of them were standing around the next one.
"Okay, Charles Atlas," my dad said, gesturing at the table. "It's
all yours."
They grinned unabashedly as I moved to pick it up. With the first
one, I had discovered the secret to lifting them--it was all
about grip and leverage. To a large extent, wrestling is all
about grip and leverage, and I knew what I was doing. I cleanly
snatched the table off the ground, shifted it over my center of
gravity, and clutched it to my chest. I heard a low whistle from
one of the men. Since my face was hidden by the large table, I
grinned.
"_You_, sir," Dad said to Dwight, "owe me a beer."
I made sure the table was balanced and started to waddle toward
the side porch.
Dwight laughed raucously. "I think I owe your _son_ a beer,
David."
"Then I'll share it with him," Dad said.
The rest of the men laughed and I heard them begin picking up
chairs and benches.
They left the remaining four picnic tables for me. By the time
I'd moved the first three, the women had finished with the
leftovers. I hefted the last table with everyone watching. They
gave me an enthusiastic round of applause when I got it settled
against my chest and started moving toward the shuffleboard
court.
When I returned, Stacy was beaming at me and holding a tall glass
of lemonade. She handed it to me and I swallowed half of it in
one long draft. Kara smiled at me as well, and we all headed down
the hill, bound for the cool waters of the lake.
-----
After everyone had a swim and relaxed for a while, a bunch of us
ended up playing volleyball. After another swim, most everyone
simply lounged around on chairs or towels. I didn't see Gina for
the rest of the afternoon.
Erin and her friends monopolized the raft, so Kara, Stacy, and I
blew up some inflatable rafts from Susan's house and simply
floated around the lake. I held on to their rafts, and each of
them had a hand on mine. Because Kara and Stacy wanted to talk,
they put me in the middle, facing the opposite direction. We
floated around the lake as a unit, drifting wherever the current
took us.
It was obvious Kara and Stacy were becoming fast friends, and
their conversation covered a wide range of subjects. I quickly
zoned out and simply dozed for a while.
-----
Because we had such a big lunch late in the afternoon, nobody
really ate dinner. Instead, there was a party atmosphere around
the lake. Dad and Chris brought down a cooler of drinks, but no
one felt the need for food. I know _I_ certainly wasn't hungry.
Stacy, Kara, and I had moved to towels on the grass at the
shallow end of the lake. I kept hoping Gina would come down, but
I was disappointed. Kara noticed me looking forlornly up the hill
and nudged me gently.
"She's probably still up in the cabin 'cause Mom grounded her,"
she said.
"Grounded her?" I asked, somewhat shocked.
"Not for long," she assured me. "Mom's method of childrearing is
to point out our transgressions, explain how we should've handled
things, and then say, 'I want you to sit here and think about
what you've done.'"
"Really?"
She nodded. "So you shouldn't worry. That's the way Mom is. The
reason Gina's not down here probably has nothing to do with you."
"Oh."
"Yep. And it works, too," she said. "I vividly remember the last
time _I_ had to sit there and think about what I'd done."
"When was that?" Stacy asked.
Kara laughed ruefully. "Two years ago. I had a big date and Leah
accidentally spilled perfume on my dress. I was furious."
"I'll bet," Stacy said.
"I yelled at her and told her I wanted her to die."
"Really?" I asked.
"Oh, yes. Needless to say, I didn't go on my date. It was too
late to call the guy, so he actually got to the house to pick me
up. Mom let him in, but she made _me_ tell him I couldn't go out
with him. Then I spent the rest of the night in my room. I had
to..."
"Sit there and think about what you'd done," Stacy and I
chorused. We grinned at each other.
Kara laughed softly. "Yeah. I felt awful, too. Especially after
Mom pointed out that Leah was only trying to help. I've been real
nice to her ever since."
"I'll bet," Stacy said.
"Mom makes sure we realize the consequences of our actions," Kara
said. "And she makes sure we're polite."
"Yeah," I said softly. I thought about Gina, sitting all alone in
her cabin. "Polite or not, though, I still want to see her."
Stacy reached out and caressed my thigh.
"You will," said Kara. "And I can almost guarantee she'll be much
nicer when you do."
"Well, it's not like I don't deserve it."
"You _don't_ deserve it," Kara said testily. "You were honest
with her, and that's a lot more than most guys would've been."
She looked over me at Stacy. "Am I right?"
Stacy nodded.
"You love her and you want her to be happy," Kara said. Once
again, she looked over me and met Stacy's eyes. "Oh, I'm so
sorry. I wasn't thinking..."
"It's okay," said Stacy. Her jaw clenched and then she forced a
smile. "I know you didn't mean anything."
Kara sat up and looked at Stacy. "I'm kinda thirsty," she said
distractedly. "Are you thirsty, Stacy?"
She started to shake her head, but I guess something in Kara's
expression made Stacy nod instead.
"Would you mind getting us some drinks, Paul?" Kara asked.
"Not at all. I'd love to."
I got up and walked around the lake. The sun was just dipping
toward the far ridge, and it would soon be dark enough to shoot
off the fireworks. When I looked back, Stacy and Kara were
sitting up and talking to each other. I grabbed three Cokes from
the cooler and headed back to the girls. When I got there, they
were still talking. They stopped as soon as I walked up.
Kara smiled at me apologetically. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "I
forgot to tell you. I wanted a Sprite. Do you mind?"
"No problem," I said.
I set down two of the Cokes and walked back around the lake. I
dropped the extra Coke back into the cooler, plunged my hand into
the icy water, and found a Sprite. When I got back to the girls,
they had their heads close together and were carrying on a
serious conversation. They stopped talking as I came closer, then
smiled when I handed the Sprite to Kara. She thanked me and I sat
down on my towel to enjoy my Coke.
-----
When it got darker, my dad called to me from across the lake.
"Yes?!" I answered.
"Time for the fireworks, son!"
Stacy and Kara grinned at me.
"I'll be right there, Dad!"
We picked up our towels and started walking around the edge of
the lake. Dad had retrieved all of our fireworks and Dwight was
just coming down the hill with a crate of his own.
I had just started looking for Gina when Kara nudged my elbow and
pointed toward a cluster of loungers. Mom, Susan, and Elizabeth
were sitting together. Gina was next to her mother. I felt a rush
of emotion when I saw her. I missed talking to her more than
anything. I liked Kara, and I loved Stacy, but it wasn't the same
with either of them. I wanted to wave to Gina, but she never even
looked my direction.
I couldn't get her attention before everybody started moving the
lounge chairs into a large semi-circle around the shore of the
lake. We would launch our fireworks from the center of the
cleared area. The ground was sandy enough so that we could stick
rockets in it, and we could use the lake's brick coping for
things that needed a firmer base. And if anything went wrong, the
lake had all the water we could possibly need.
We made sure to set our crates of fireworks well away from our
"launch pad" and Dwight passed out Bic lighters. Gina's dad came
down to help, and the four of us quickly sorted out the various
fireworks. We wanted a grand finale, so we saved the largest ones
for last. I was given the honor of lighting the first rocket.
We started shooting off bottle rockets and other little rockets,
but occasionally lit a big rocket or Roman candle. We lit strings
of firecrackers and tossed smoke bombs (which float) into the
lake to watch them fizzle and dance. I was having a great time,
and so was everyone else. I looked up once and Gina was smiling
and clapping with the rest of the crowd. Knowing she was enjoying
herself made me feel a little better.
While Dad and Dwight were firing off several Roman candles, Chris
and I started lighting sparklers and passing them to the crowd.
He gently shoved me toward the right of the group and then he
moved to the left. Gina was on the right side of the semi-circle,
and I began to suspect he'd planned it that way. I took out a
handful of sparklers, lit them, and started passing them out, one
by one.
When I got to Gina, I took out a half-dozen sparklers and lit
them all at once. With a flourish, I presented the "bouquet" to
her. Under her mother's watchful eye, she graciously accepted
them. She didn't smile, but she didn't glare either. It wasn't
much, I thought, but it was a start. When I looked up, both Chris
and my dad were watching me. I felt my face and neck heat up as
they grinned unrepentantly.
Parents!
Kara was sitting next to Gina, and I decided to give her a couple
of sparklers as well. I know it was a minor gesture, but I wanted
to be nice to her. After all, she'd certainly helped me a lot.
She smiled politely when I handed them to her. Her smile widened
when I moved in front of Stacy.
I was acutely aware that Gina was watching my every move. I
didn't want to overdo things, but I suddenly found myself a
little perturbed that she hadn't even smiled at me. With a
theatrical flourish, I lit another "bouquet" of sparklers and
handed them to Stacy.
Her eyes never left mine as she accepted them. I grinned as her
hand lingered on my own, and her eyes glittered as she smiled in
return. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Gina's indifferent
facade momentarily crumble. A part of me actually enjoyed her
jealous reaction.
I winked at Stacy and moved on, taking out another batch of
sparklers as I did. I lit them and started passing them out in
singles and pairs. I felt both Stacy and Gina's eyes following
me, and smiled to myself. I wasn't trying to play games with
either of them, but I have to admit I'm only human, and I
certainly wasn't above inciting a few feelings of envy.
By the time Chris and I passed out all the sparklers, we were
ready for the grand finale. As fast as we could, we launched our
biggest and best rockets. For the next ten minutes, we lit up the
night sky and rocked the small valley with the sound of
gunpowder. Everyone _oohed_ and _aahed_ as the rockets exploded
into showers of light with thunderous reports. When we were done
and the smoke began to clear, the audience clapped and cheered.
Everyone surrounded us and most of the men shook our hands. Gunny
Kershaw clapped me on the shoulder, then congratulated my dad and
the others. Because Dad and Dwight had been extremely safety
conscious, we hadn't had a single mishap. I think we were as
proud of that as we were of the show itself. Since we had been
working to light all the fireworks, none of us had really seen
much of the show, but everyone told us it was spectacular.
I beamed with pride as Stacy and Kara gave me hugs. Mom and Susan
congratulated me as well, and I felt like I was ten feet tall.
Gina and her mom even said something nice to me, but Gina's
thanks seemed strictly pro forma. My enthusiasm was dampened when
I saw her facial expression, and Kara frowned in response.
I was hoping Gina would stick around after the fireworks, but
after I saw her face, I guess I was kind of glad she didn't. She
and her mother said their goodbyes and headed up the hill toward
their cabin. I watched them go with mixed emotions. I still loved
Gina very much, but I wondered how much time she'd need before
she stopped giving me the cold (and angry) shoulder.
Dad, Dwight, Chris, and I then cleaned up the remains of the
fireworks: paper wrappers, leftover cardboard tubes, and stuff
like that. Most of the crowd was headed up the hill to the
clubhouse, or to their various houses, cabins, or rooms. When we
finished cleaning up, the men turned toward the clubhouse as
well.
"You coming, Paul?" Dad asked.
"I don't think so."
Stacy and Kara had lingered when the others left, and I wanted to
hang out with them.
Dad looked over his shoulder at the two girls. "Okay, son. Don't
stay out too late."
"I won't. Thanks, Dad."
He picked up the crate of trash and chuckled softly as he joined
Chris and Dwight.
I walked over to Stacy and Kara. "Y'all wanna hang out for a
while?"
Stacy nodded immediately. Kara grinned at the two of us and then
nodded as well.
"I'll go see if I can borrow a blanket from Susan's," I said.
"Okay," Kara said. "But I've got to go to the bathroom. Where
will you two be when I get back?"
"Why don't you just go to the bathroom at Susan's?" I asked.
She shook her head. "I need to use the bathroom at our cabin."
"Why? Susan's is so much closer. You can just--"
"Paul," Stacy said, interrupting me. She looked pointedly at
Kara's bikini bottoms.
I followed her gaze. Yeah? So? "I mean, it's right up the hill,"
I said, still confused.
Kara laughed musically and I clenched my teeth. Her laugh sounded
just like Gina's. With an effort of will, I put thoughts of Gina
out of my mind.
Kara stood on tiptoe and kissed me on the cheek. To my surprise,
she turned to Stacy and kissed her cheek as well. "Where will you
two be?" she asked Stacy.
"I guess we'll be on the far side of the lake," Stacy said.
"Where we were this afternoon."
"Okay," Kara said. "Thanks. I'll see you when I come back down."
With that, she turned to go. I was still perplexed, and my
confusion only deepened when Stacy chuckled.
"Paul," she said patiently. "When a woman's got her period, and
she says she needs to go to the bathroom, don't ask any
questions."
"You mean...? I mean... she had to...um... you know...?"
Stacy nodded and tried not to grin. She wasn't all that
successful.
I shut my mouth abruptly.
"Sometimes, you're so adorable," she said. She hugged herself to
my arm and kissed my shoulder.
Her breasts bracketed my arm, and I relished the feeling of her
warm skin against mine.
"Let's go get that blanket," she said, her voice soft and sultry.
I didn't have to be asked twice.
-----
"May I ask you a question?" I asked Kara.
It was now fully dark, and we'd been hanging out and talking for
the past half-hour.
"Sure," she said.
"It's kinda personal," I said. "So I guess you don't have to
answer it if you don't want to."
She chuckled. "Go ahead and ask."
"Okay." I tried to think of how to ask my question, but I
couldn't think of a clever euphemism. I shifted nervously. "Okay...
um... here goes..."
"Just ask," she said. She and Stacy smiled at my nervousness.
"Okay. Well... um... You and Gina have both got your period."
"Yes."
"So does your mom. And I guess Leah does too, since she's wearing
bikini bottoms. Right?"
"Yes," she said patiently.
"So, how come all of you have got your period at the same time?"
Sometimes, I'm glad I'm a guy. _Really_ glad.
She and Stacy looked at each other and they grinned uncertainly.
"I'm sorry," I said, crestfallen. "I guess it was a dumb
question. Forget I even asked."
Kara leaned forward and laid her hand on my thigh. "No," she said
soothingly. "It's not a dumb question. I guess we," she nodded at
Stacy, "have grown up with our periods, and it's just something
that we don't think about much. As to why we've all got our
periods at the same time, it just happens that way."
"It does?"
Both of them nodded.
"Haven't you noticed it with your mom and Erin?" Kara asked.
I shrugged. "I guess. I mean, I don't pay much attention to it.
Unless we're here at camp, there's really no way for me to know."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Kara said.
"So, why does it happen all at once?"
"I don't know, exactly," she said. "It has to do with hormones, I
guess. I've always gotten my period within a few days of Mom. And
since I've been on the pill, I'm as regular as clockwork. I mean,
I can tell, down to the day, when I'll start." She looked at
Stacy. "Right?"
Stacy nodded. "Pretty much."
"How?" I asked.
"Well, I know when I'm gonna get my period. But I can also tell
by the pills," Kara said.
"Huh? I mean, what's so special about 'em? They're just pills,
right?"
"Have you ever _seen_ birth control pills?" she asked.
I shook my head.
"You need to get more involved, Paul," she said, half seriously,
half sarcastically. "Seriously, you should pay attention to this
stuff. I mean, it's kinda your responsibility, too."
"Well, I'm asking, aren't I?" I said, trying not to sound
defensive.
"He did ask," Stacy said. She and Kara looked at each other and
giggled.
Kara tried to control her laughter and looked at me earnestly.
"This is serious stuff, I'm sorry."
"No problem," I said dryly.
"Okay, here's how it works. Most birth control packs have twenty-
eight pills," Kara explained. "The first twenty-one are usually
white. At least, that's what color mine are."
Stacy nodded.
"They're for the first three weeks of your cycle, and they've got
the hormones and stuff in them. The last seven pills don't have
anything in them, kinda like placebos, I guess. They're mostly
just to keep you on a regular schedule, so you don't forget to
take your pill. Anyway, those're are usually blue."
"Mine are pink," Stacy said. "But, yeah."
"So," Kara continued, "I know that when I take the last blue
pill, I'm going to start my period the next day. And I start a
new pack of pills at the same time."
"I'm not _quite_ that regular," Stacy added. "I usually start
with the first couple of pills, but sometimes, it's more like the
fourth or fifth."
"Oh. But that still doesn't explain why it all happens at the
same time."
"It doesn't _always_ happen like that. But most of the time, it
does. See, Mom's not on the pill," Kara said. "She's had her
tubes tied. So she's _usually_ the same day as me, but not
always. And now that Gina's on the pill, she's a day behind me.
And Leah's normally the same day. But since she's not on the
pill, it varies."
"Oh, okay."
"So my dad generally has to work late on the days before we all
start," she said with a laugh. "We can get pretty cranky. Dad's a
smart guy."
"He'd have to be," I said. "Since he's living in a house full of
smart women who all get cranky at the same time."
Kara turned to Stacy. "Doesn't he say the sweetest things?"
They grinned at each other.
We were quiet for a few moments, then Stacy looked at me and
stretched. I was sitting cross-legged, and she asked if she could
lie down and put her head in my lap. She had That Look in her
eye. Of course, I agreed.
Her soft, curly hair brushed against my penis and I almost jumped
out of my skin. I guess I should have been expecting it, but I
had no idea it would feel so _good_. I closed my eyes to savor
the sensation. When I opened them, Kara was grinning at me. I
smiled sheepishly and her grin widened.
When I started massaging Stacy's temples, she sighed and closed
her eyes. I rubbed for a few minutes and then moved down behind
her ears to her upper neck. I gently kneaded her muscles and she
groaned in pleasure.
Kara's eyes twinkled as she smiled at me. Stacy started moving
her head from side to side as I worked the tension out of her
neck. Her breathing deepened and I watched her face go slack as
she relaxed. The crown of her head pressed against the tip of my
dick and her silky hair began to have an effect on me.
I've had some erections that occurred so quickly they almost
hurt--but nothing in the world compared to the feeling of my dick
_slowly_ swelling with arousal. It happened so gradually I could
actually enjoy it.
Stacy smiled when she felt my tumescent manhood press against the
top of her head. She arched her neck a little and rubbed against
me more firmly. I moved my hands down her neck to her shoulders
and tenderly kneaded them. She sighed blissfully and her neck
went limp. When it did, my nearly erect dick pressed against the
back of her head, hidden by her dark hair.
"I bet that feels really nice," Kara said.
I'd almost forgotten she was there.
"Mmmmm," Stacy breathed. "It _does_."
"In that case, I think I'll let you two have some privacy," Kara
said. She shifted and crawled toward Stacy. "You're a lucky
woman, Stacy."
When Stacy started to rise, my erection sprang into view. Kara
put her hand between Stacy's breasts and pushed her back to the
blanket.
Kara's eyes locked on my hard-on and her eyebrows rose. "I didn't
know _how_ lucky," she said with a smile, still staring at my
dick. She shifted her gaze to Stacy, and they exchanged knowing
smiles.
Kara leaned down, her hand brushing lightly down Stacy's trim
stomach. Stacy rose a little to meet her and their lips met.
Kara's face was only inches from my erection, and the thought
thrilled me.
What I thought would be a quick kiss turned into something
hotter. My dick swelled at the sight. As the kiss drew out, I
looked down Stacy's body. Kara was idly running her fingers
through Stacy's pubic hair, pressing down ever so slightly at the
top of her slit. When they separated, they were both breathing a
little heavier.
"I'm jealous," Kara said softly.
Stacy smiled in response and I tried not to blush. I don't think
I was successful. Kara leaned down and kissed Stacy again--a
light, playful kiss--then sat up. Stacy's eyes were still closed,
but I recognized the expression on her face.
It was pure desire.
Kara leaned forward and pressed her cheek against mine, kissing
me lightly. "Tonight," she whispered, "you take care of Stacy."
She kissed me again. It was a lingering, warm kiss, and I could
feel her breath against my skin. "She told me what you said this
morning."
I nearly choked.
"She's very lucky to have you," she said, her voice still pitched
low.
I swallowed hard and nodded dumbly.
"I'll work on Gina," Kara said quietly. With that, she stood and
smiled down at us. "Night," she said softly.
"Night," Stacy and I chorused.
When she was gone, I turned back to Stacy.
She made a moue. "You stopped rubbing," she said with feigned
distress.
I grinned at her and resumed massaging her shoulders. She closed
her eyes and settled into my lap, making happy, relaxed noises.
After a few minutes of working on her shoulders and upper arms, I
moved down her chest to the sides of her breasts. Since they
weren't big enough to really spread to the sides, they kept their
nearly perfect shape.
I traced my fingers along the outer curve and her breathing
quickened. Using only my fingertips, I started spiraling toward
her nipples. When I came close to her areolas, I spiraled back
out. She whimpered impatiently, but I didn't reverse my fingers'
course. When I moved back inward, her nipples became puffy and
their color darkened.
I smiled to myself as she began to squirm in my lap. My cock
throbbed as her hair rubbed against it. I leaned forward a little
and ran the backs of my fingernails down her torso. When I got to
her firm stomach, I flipped my hands over and ran the pads of my
fingers up the valley between her breasts. I circled around the
tops and then cupped the sides, pushing them together gently.
"Do you wish I had bigger boobs?" she asked suddenly.
"Why?" I kept my fingers moving along her smooth skin.
"Gina's are bigger, Susan's are bigger, and Kara's are bigger.
That girl, what's her name? Kelly? Kimberly?"
"Kendall," I said softly.
"Hers are a lot bigger."
"So?"
"Mine are so _small_," she said.
"I like 'em."
"But don't you wish they were bigger?"
"You know what I wish?" I asked.
She shook her head.
"I wish you could look through my eyes. I wish you could see how
beautiful you are."
Her eyes brimmed with tears.
"When I look at you, I don't see just your breasts, or hips, or
legs. I don't even see just a pretty face. I see a person I like,
a person I love. I see a smart, funny, beautiful _person_."
She blinked and tears rolled down her face.
"And I think your boobs are perfect. But I'll tell you, whenever
I look at them, I _do_ think one thing."
Her breath caught in her throat and she looked at me anxiously.
"I think, 'Those're for _me?!_'"
She laughed tearfully and then smiled at me. "Paul?"
"Mmm hmm?"
"Can we pretend we're on that Caribbean island, only the two of
us? Maybe just for tonight?"
I nodded. I shifted from under her, making sure to cradle her
head and let it down gently. She smiled as I moved around her
body. I knelt next to her and kissed her warmly. Her breathing
quickened and our kiss grew heated. When I pulled back, I smiled
at her and moved down her body.
I sucked one nipple into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue.
She arched her back and hissed when I nipped it gently. I
switched to the other nipple, but didn't linger. Planting kisses
as I went, I slowly worked my way toward her pussy. She spread
her legs for me and I lay between them. I shifted slightly and
rearranged my erection. When it was comfortably pressed against
my stomach, I turned my attention back to her sex.
The scent of her excitement greeted me as I bent forward to kiss
her lips. She was moist, but not wet, and I gently nosed her
labia. She whimpered as I kissed along the length of her slit.
Her breathing grew a little ragged when I pressed my mouth
against her pussy. Soft pubic hair parted before my questing
tongue and I tasted her. I tasted dewdrops of her arousal--the
flavor was tangy, salty, and slightly metallic all at once.
I licked her a few times, getting her wet with my saliva and
spreading her own moisture. With just the tip of my tongue, I
spread her outer labia. As they swelled with her mounting
arousal, my licks became longer, and I used more pressure. Soon,
I felt her inner lips against my tongue. The taste of her juices
filled my mouth.
Her stomach heaved as I flicked my tongue against her hooded
clit. I could hear her breathing become more ragged, and she ran
her hands through my hair. With small side-to-side motions, I
spread her outer labia with my lips and tongue. As they swelled
completely, they parted easily and I put my lips at the top of
her slit.
She gasped and her legs went rigid. I closed my eyes and inhaled
her scent. Slowly, delicately, I traced my tongue around the base
of her clit. She moved her hips against me, but I kept teasing
her. Her thighs rose and clamped over my ears, drowning out her
soft whimpers.
I smiled to myself and continued teasing her clit. I licked up
under the protective hood and she shuddered. Backing off for a
moment, I pressed my chin against her sex and moved my head in a
circular motion. The result was to move her outer labia over her
inner lips, and put pressure on her clit. It worked like a charm,
and she bucked her hips against me.
I continued sucking and gently licking her engorged clit for a
few minutes, gradually using more pressure. Once her hips were
involuntarily lifting and she was clutching my hair, I backed
off. Her breathing was hard and fast as her hips slowly sank to
the blanket.
I snaked one arm around her hip and ran it through her damp pubic
hair. With the other, I spread her slippery lips and pressed two
fingers into her pussy. She gasped as they slipped into her, and
I slid my tongue along her inner lips.
I pressed two fingers against the base of her clit and started
moving them in small circles. With the two fingers inside her, I
gently rubbed along the ridges of her pussy. I tilted my head to
the side and began flicking her exposed clit with my tongue,
driving her toward her release.
Moisture gushed around my fingers as I crooked them up and
pressed against the hollow behind her pubic bone. Her hips
immediately came off the blanket, and my neck craned in self-
defense. She started bucking against me, but with a little
warning, I easily rode out her gyrations.
I thrust my fingers in and out of her pussy, making her cry out
in ecstasy. Every few thrusts, I stopped and pressed my
fingertips against her internal spot and her hips shot off the
blanket. At that point, I would stop all movement and let her
slowly come back down. Once her ass settled against the ground
again, I'd start all over.
Stopping and starting like that, I quickly had her moaning and
begging me to make her come. Finally, I relented. I began lapping
along the length of her pussy, flicking my tongue against her
clit at the top of each stroke. The fingers inside her pressed
against her spot while I moved them in gentle circles. With my
left hand, I rubbed the base of her clit.
Her hands gripped my hair and I was suddenly afraid she was going
to pull it out. As her hips bounced and humped against my face,
she moaned incoherently. When her pussy rose to meet my lips and
she held it there, I knew she was close. Her thighs and stomach
trembled, and I could feel her inner muscles begin to spasm.
With her hands, she held me steady and I concentrated on her
clit. Her trembling increased until she was nearly quaking with
pent up sexual energy. Suddenly, her clit disappeared and she let
out a long, low moan. Her moan rose to a shriek as a flood of her
juices washed over my hand. Her hips fell back to the blanket and
her thighs clamped against my head.
I felt her internal muscles go wild, so I kept up the pressure
with my fingers. Her legs squeezed my head almost painfully, but
it was worth it. I could feel her pussy rippling with her
release, while her stomach quivered in harmony. Even though my
ears were covered by her supple thighs, I could still hear her
crying out in ecstasy.
When her orgasm finally subsided, her legs fell open, releasing
my head. My neck ached and my jaw popped when I moved it, but I
wasn't about to complain. Stacy's chest was heaving as she sucked
in oxygen, her breath whistling through her nose. Her thighs were
still trembling, and she cried out softly when I pulled my
fingers from her pussy.
I gently kissed her hooded clit and she gasped deliriously. I
watched her stomach muscles contract as I rose on hands and knees
and kissed my way up her body. A light sheen of sweat coated her
skin, and I tasted the salt of her exertions as my lips brushed
over her. I paused for a moment to suckle a nipple, then
continued upward.
Her breathing was still heavy as my face came level with hers.
When she felt my breath, she opened her eyes and stared at me
dazedly. I smiled and kissed her. As she inhaled her own scent--
her juices still coated my lips and chin--our kiss rapidly grew
heated.
The head of my cock bumped against her pussy and she arched her
back in response. I broke our kiss and gazed down at her.
"Are you ready for me?" I asked.
She took a deep breath through her nose and nodded.
I reached down and steadied my cock at her entrance. When I
rubbed the glans against her slippery labia, her eyelids
fluttered. As I slowly slid into her, she arched her back and
moaned softly. My cock gradually spread her open further than my
fingers had, and she hissed in pleasure. When my pelvis ground
against hers, I simply held myself inside her.
"Oh, God," she breathed. "Your dick is so perfect." Her stomach
heaved against me and I felt her internal muscles spasm. "It
feels like... oh, God... it feels like..." She closed her eyes and took
a deep, shuddering breath. Her pussy clenched my erection, and
she groaned. "It's like one long, soft orgasm," she said finally.
I grinned at her and began pulling my hips back. Her arms shot
out to the sides and she scrunched the blanket between her
fingers. The cooling night air bathed my cock as it withdrew from
her heated depths. When only the head remained inside her, I
paused for a moment. The moment drew out and she gazed into my
eyes, her breathing heavy.
"Please put it back in," she begged. "Please, please, please."
Instead of answering, I lowered my hips and sank my length into
her.
"Yes," she hissed. "Oh, God. Keep doing that."
"This?" I asked with feigned innocence as I pulled my hips back.
She bit her lip gently and nodded. I reached the end of my stroke
and halted. Her face contorted and she pleaded with her body. I
smiled down at her and slowly thrust back into her.
With my dick buried to the root, I paused again. Her pussy
squeezed my length, then she clamped her eyes shut and began to
quiver. I watched her nostrils flare as she breathed quickly, her
face a mask of lust.
"Keep fucking me," she begged.
When I didn't move, she bucked her hips against me.
"Please," she whispered. "Please. I need it. Oh, God. You make me
feel so good."
Finally, I relented and began moving within her. I kept my pace
deliberately slow, enjoying the sensations as her pussy
spastically gripped my shaft. I could feel her juices gushing
with every thrust.
She relinquished her grip on the blanket and grabbed my ass. On
each in-stroke, she pulled me against her. When I drew back, she
reluctantly let me go. She pulled her legs up and her calves
brushed against my thighs, but she never let go of my ass.
With measured strokes, I filled her, then pulled back. Her pussy
still clutched at me and she began to quiver. Slick internal
membranes caressed my shaft as I moved within her.
I knew she was working toward another orgasm--I could see it in
her eyes--and I used every trick I knew to keep from coming
before she did. At one point, I simply held myself inside her and
rocked my hips. When my imminent orgasm subsided, I resumed
thrusting.
Her pussy tightened around my cock and her eyes rolled back. She
arched her back against me, moaning as she did. Her hands turned
to talons and pulled me inside her. I had to practically force my
shaft into her snug, molten depths. When I finally spread her
open, she cried out wordlessly and arched her back even further.
As her orgasm overwhelmed her senses, she called out my name. My
own climax was close, so I kept moving within her, thrusting and
pulling back. She clenched her teeth, her eyes flew open, and she
looked into mine. Aftershocks from her release still coursed
through her pussy, spurred on by my thrusting.
When I reached the point of no return, I buried myself as deeply
as I could. I felt the first gush of semen come blasting from my
penis and cried out incoherently. My cock swelled as spurt after
spurt of hot, white come filled her. I felt her internal muscles
working, but every external sensation quickly faded into the
background as my reality shrunk to a bright white mote.
Slowly, very slowly, I opened my eyes and looked down at Stacy.
Her chest was heaving from the exertion, and I was suddenly aware
of the sweat running down my body. She smiled at me languidly and
then closed her eyes.
I half collapsed against her, my hard cock still buried in her
pussy. Our combined fluids oozed around my girth and I could feel
them coating my thighs. When I kissed her passionately, she
responded against me, our sweaty bodies sliding over each other.
She tensed up momentarily, then relaxed. "I love you," she said,
softly.
I looked into her eyes and smiled. "I love you, too."
"This has been the most incredible day of my life."
I nodded and tried not to smile like an idiot.
"And I can't believe I've got to move away. I may never see you
again."
"Shhhh," I said. "Don't worry about that right now."
"I don't ever want to give you up."
"Tonight," I said gently, "you don't have to."
Her eyes filled with tears of happiness and I began to move
within her again.
-----
Copyright (c) 2003-2006 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.
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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Betsy Gets Lucky
Universe: Betsy
Summary: Cindy was the only woman who ever meant anything to Howard,
but she was gone. He'd met others who reminded him of her, but
things always ended the same way. Then he helps Betsy out of a
tight spot and she goes home with him... but can their
relationship survive?
Keywords: MF, oral, viol
Revision: 1.0
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This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It
contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you
are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO
NOT read any further.
All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to
any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely
coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse
any of the activities described in this story.
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without
the written permission of the author, Nick Scipio
([email protected]). This story may be freely distributed
with this disclaimer attached.
Copyright (c) 2003-2005 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.
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Betsy Gets Lucky
by Nick Scipio
A knock on the door summoned Graham from a ruminative silence. He
looked at his watch and realized it must be his two o'clock
appointment. With a quick check to make sure his desk was in
order, he stood and walked toward the door.
"Dr. Moscowitz?" Graham asked the man at the door. The man nodded
and Graham stepped aside, motioning for him to enter.
"Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Dr. Turner."
"Certainly, certainly. Come in. Have a seat," Graham said,
gesturing at one of the comfortable wing-back chairs in front of
his desk. "And please, Dr. Moscowitz, call me Graham."
"Graham. Of course. I am Saul."
Graham seated himself behind his desk and looked at the man
across from him. Dr. Saul Moscowitz was short and plumpish, with
wire-rimmed glasses and a prominent nose. Male pattern baldness
had actually improved his appearance, Graham decided, softening
his face and giving it much-needed character.
"You know why I asked to see you," Saul said. At Graham's nod, he
continued. "It's about Howard Bloom."
Graham felt his heart race. "Of course, you realize I can't
disclose..."
Saul nodded and withdrew a slim manila folder from his briefcase.
"Here is all the necessary paperwork," he said, passing the
folder across the desk.
Graham scrutinized the papers--authorized releases allowing him
to breach confidentiality and discuss Howard's evaluations. Once
satisfied that everything was in order, he sighed deeply and
withdrew a significantly thicker folder from the file drawer in
his desk.
"Where should I start?" he asked, more as a rhetorical question
than a request for guidance.
"Why not start at the beginning," Saul said.
Graham smiled tightly and flipped open the folder.
"Well, Howard David Bloom, Junior: six feet tall, 180 pounds,
brown hair, blue eyes..."
"I expect I'll learn all that when I meet him," Saul said,
interrupting Graham.
"Meet him?"
"Of course. I'll have to evaluate him for myself."
"Are you sure? I mean..."
Saul nodded firmly.
Graham shook his head and continued summarizing the document in
front of him. "He graduated magna cum laude from Stanford, double
major in Psychology and Criminal Justice, minors in Sociology and
History."
"Impressive," Saul said.
"Indeed. Did you know he was recruited by the FBI?"
Saul's eyebrows rose, then he shook his head.
"He was. He joined the Marine Corps instead and went off to OCS.
Followed in his father's footsteps, you see."
Saul nodded.
The two men went through a substantial portion of the file before
Saul held up his hand.
"Betsy Powell. You've mentioned her name several times. Who is
she?" Saul asked.
Graham chuckled humorlessly and shook his head. "She's the lucky
one."
Saul's brow creased with impatience.
"Here. Read the transcript for yourself," Graham said, handing a
sheaf of papers across the desk to the other man. "It's from a
recording I made during an early conversation with Howard. I
asked him about Betsy, and this is his account of how they met."
-----
I don't sleep well. I haven't for as long as I can remember. I
guess I've always felt like sleep was a waste of time. I've got
too many important things to do to take up much of my day with
sleep.
Besides, nighttime is my favorite time. People generally leave me
alone, and I can think without anyone fawning over me. Usually, I
like to be the center of attention, but nights are for me, and me
alone.
Maybe it was that need to be alone that led me to walk the
streets. Maybe it was just that I didn't want to deal with Kristi
and her insufferable wailing. She loved me, she said. She needed
me, she said. She'd do anything for me, she said.
Actually, there was nothing wrong with Kristi. I was just done
with her. She had become tedious. For the past two months, she'd
done everything I wanted--even gotten into hot water with her
boss about too many missed days of work.
It sucks to be her.
I chuckled at the thought. Actually, it _did_ suck to be her. I'd
made her give me a long blowjob in the cab on the way home from
one of the trendy dance clubs she liked so much. She was having
fun with her friends, but they were more interested in each other
than in me, so we left. Kristi was disappointed, but it wasn't
about _her_, now was it?
She didn't want to blow me, especially with the cabby able to see
everything. But again, it wasn't about her. After we got to my
apartment, I told her to gather up her shit and get out. It had
only been a couple of months, so she didn't have much stuff there.
I loved the look on her face when I told her we were through. I
wasn't upset about it, why was she? We'd had fun while it lasted.
_I'd_ had fun, at least.
I was tempted to fuck her before she left, just to shut her up,
but I decided against it. After all, I was breaking up with her,
I didn't want her to think I loved her. Love was for before, not
after.
She didn't want to leave and I didn't want to watch her go, so I
locked my apartment door behind me and walked to the elevator
without a backward glance. She'd be gone when I got back, I was
sure of it.
It was a bit late to find someone new, but I'd manage somehow.
I always had.
-----
A cute waitress worked the night shift at the all-night diner on
the corner of 59th and Tenth. She'd given me the eye a few times
when I'd gone in for coffee late at night. I decided to walk the
few blocks to see if she was there.
I'd never given her any sign that I was interested in her, but I
thought she'd fill the not-void left by Kristi. Oh yes, I thought
to myself, imagining the waitress' smooth curves and healthy
farm-girl breasts, she'd fill the void nicely.
The diner was nearly deserted and she was wiping up the tables.
The few times I'd been in before I didn't talk much, and she got
the message I wanted to be left alone. Once, however, she
chattered on, telling me she was a student at one of the local
colleges and worked nights because her classes were early. I
didn't remember the college, but I remembered her name: Janey.
Janey from Wisconsin, or Wyoming, or wherever.
I took a seat in one of the booths and she came over with a
coffee cup and a pot of regular.
"Hiya," she said, perky as always.
"Hi, Janey. How're things tonight?"
She looked at me for a moment, surprised I'd actually talked to
her.
"You doing okay?" I asked, turning on the understated charm.
"Yeah, I'm great."
I decided she must be from Wisconsin. She had that upward lilt at
the end of everything she said, kind of like she was asking a
question with every statement. She set the coffee cup down and
filled it efficiently, giving me a look that was equal parts
suspicion and interest.
"Can I bring you anything else?" she asked, reverting to the
safety of routine.
"I feel like pie," I said. "What's good here?"
She leaned down confidentially and whispered, "Anything but
blueberry."
"What do you recommend?" I asked, trying to draw her out.
"I like the apple."
I laughed genially. "Really? That's my favorite." She was from
Wisconsin, dairy country. Would she like it with ice cream, or
cheddar cheese? I looked at her with counterfeit suspicion. "You
eat it with ice cream?" I caught the briefest hint of her
disapproving expression and continued. "Because that would be
just plain wrong. You've got to eat it with cheddar cheese."
"That's my _favorite_ way to eat it," she said.
Of course it was, I thought smugly. Personally, I couldn't care
less about apple pie, with or without cheese or ice cream. I
liked lemon meringue, but pie wasn't the point of the exercise. I
gave her my warmest tired smile and nodded. "Then I'd like a
piece of that apple pie, with cheddar cheese."
She practically beamed at me and turned to get it.
I smiled at her until she turned away, then took a sip of my
coffee. It was hot, black, and strong, just the way I like it.
That's one thing I didn't miss about the Corps--the coffee sucked.
When she returned with my pie, I pasted on my best charming smile
and she actually blushed. I chuckled to myself. This was going to
be easy.
"I warmed it up for you in the microwave," she said. "And I gave
you an extra big piece."
"Thanks," I said. "I don't know if I ever introduced myself." I
held out my hand as she set the plate down. "I'm Howard."
"Pleased to meet you, Howard." She reached out and took my hand.
As our palms crossed, I gently caressed her wrist with my fingers,
just enough to let her know it wasn't accidental, but not enough
to be truly overt. I gripped her hand firmly, but not tightly,
and squeezed once, smiling my 50-megawatt smile and making eye
contact. She blushed again, and I let her hand go. Oh yes, I
thought to myself, this was going to be so easy.
She turned and headed back to the counter. I already had thoughts
of her bent over the kitchen table. I decided I'd fuck her from
behind first. Definitely.
I let her catch me looking at her, but averted my eyes each time
she looked at me, as if I were interested, but maybe a little shy.
And I ate my pie. It was actually pretty good.
"So, Howard," she said, sidling up to the table to top off my
coffee. "What do you do for a living? Like, I see you in here
sometimes, but I never could figure out why you're out late. You
know?"
"I own a security company," I said.
Her eyes got wide and I knew I had her hooked. A well-to-do nice
guy, maybe a little dangerous, exactly what a starry-eyed,
slightly jaded farm-girl from Wisconsin would find interesting.
"We do security for several buildings in the area. I check on the
teams assigned to them."
"Wow," she said, clearly impressed. "You must be pretty
important."
Time to downplay it a bit. I shrugged. "Somebody's gotta do it. I
take care of my guys, they take care of our clients, and our
clients take care of us."
She nodded, and I got the idea she wanted to say more, but one of
the other two customers called out, asking for more coffee. I
looked at the man and memorized his face. If I ever saw him again,
maybe I'd...
Cindy!
No, not Cindy, but close enough to be her sister. My heart raced
with anticipation. She was cute, maybe a little too plump, with
the same blowjob lips that Cindy had. She had just turned to walk
away from the diner, down 59th Street, when I spotted her through
the far window. If I hadn't been paying so much attention to
Janey, I would have seen the girl sooner. Without saying a word,
I got up, left ten bucks on the table, and headed toward the
street.
-----
Cindy certainly wasn't my first, but she was the only one that
meant anything to me. I actually enjoyed doing her.
I met her right after my unit returned to Pendleton from
deployment. She was everything I wanted, and maybe then some.
She was from Lemon Grove City, just a few miles away. Her parents
were Ivory Tower peaceniks, holdovers from the Sixties who
despised the very people who provided the freedom they took for
granted. The idea of their daughter dating a "government killer"
made them crazy, and that drove Cindy crazy. I didn't care what
she was rebelling against, especially when she moved in with me.
I had a small apartment a couple of miles from the camp's main
gate, and Cindy made that place a home.
I think Cindy was the closest I ever came to loving anyone. But
then she betrayed me, and I couldn't have that. She passed every
test but the big one: loyalty. Always faithful--semper fidelis--
means something to me. Evidently, it didn't mean anything to her.
After that, I decided the Corps wasn't the life for me anymore,
so I got out. Civilian life offered so many more opportunities,
and I decided to seize them.
-----
Saul lowered the papers and looked across the desk. "He actually
said that?"
"Said what?" Graham asked.
"'After that, I decided the Corps wasn't the life for me anymore,
so I got out.' He said that?"
Graham nodded firmly. "I have the tape if you'd like to listen to
it."
"He says 'I got out,' like it was a choice he made."
"He's like that."
"He was court-martialed, right?" Saul asked.
"He was. Conduct Unbecoming. But because of who his father was,
he was allowed to resign his commission."
"But... I thought you said he was charged with..."
"I know," Graham said heavily. "He was found not guilty on all
the other charges."
"Really?"
Graham nodded. "The evidence was only circumstantial. Besides,
the accident happened when his unit was on a training mission,
which can be dangerous, you see. At first, the Judge Advocate
didn't even look at him as a suspect. Even after he came under
suspicion, he passed a lie-detector test with flying colors and
completely snowed the NCIS investigator."
"They had to know he was responsible for the doctor's death. How
dangerous can a training exercise possibly be?"
"With his former unit, pretty dangerous."
"What was his unit again?" Saul asked distractedly.
"The First Force Reconnaissance Company," Graham answered without
looking at the file.
"A reconnaissance unit?! Then he shouldn't be all _that_
dangerous."
Graham looked across his desk in incredulity. At first, he didn't
believe the other man was serious. Then the magnitude of Saul's
naivete struck him like a blow. "You really don't know?"
Saul shook his head irritably. "No. Why should I?" he snapped.
"First," Graham explained patiently, "there are few US Marines
who aren't dangerous. Second, the Force Recon units are, as
Howard put it, 'on the sharp end.' They're an elite group like
the Army Rangers, or the SEALs, or Delta Force. Howard could
explain it to you better than I can, and he will, if you ask him.
But trust me when I tell you that he's a very, very dangerous
man."
Saul looked dubious.
"Keep reading," Graham said, indicating the papers Saul still
clutched loosely. "You'll see."
-----
I shadowed the girl for a few blocks, running over in my mind
what I wanted to do, what I wanted to say. The more I watched her
walk, the more she reminded me of Cindy. There had been others
who reminded me of her, but this girl, this girl was young, like
when I'd first met Cindy, when she was still fresh and new. And
loyal.
The girl I was following turned into an alley and I pulled up
short, to wait. There's no rush, I told myself. A few moments
later, I heard a scuffle and decided to see what was happening.
When I rounded the corner of the building backing the alley, my
first reaction was surprise. That lasted for only a heartbeat.
She was in the alleyway with three men. Two were holding her by
the arms, being none too gentle, and the third was pawing under
her short skirt.
How dare they?!
I checked the small of my back for the SIG I always keep there,
but decided the situation didn't call for a gun. One look at them
told me they were street punks, barely worthy of consideration
under normal circumstances.
I didn't even try to hide myself as I walked down the alley
toward them. The leader, the one with his hand under the girl's
skirt, saw me first.
"What're you lookin' at, dickwad?" he snarled.
There's a time for fighting and a time for talking, and this guy
didn't realize that the time for talking was already long gone. I
took another step in his direction and he obligingly moved toward
me. A quick side-step and a forearm to the throat left him
wheezing and gurgling on the ground.
His two buddies were more loyal than smart. They dropped the girl
and came at me together. In the dull glow from a streetlight at
the mouth of the alley, I saw the gleam of a knife in the hand of
the guy on my right. Instead of doing the smart thing, coming at
me from opposite sides, they simply rushed me head on.
I went for the guy with the knife first. A knife isn't all that
dangerous, the person wielding the knife _is_. Remove the wielder
from the equation, and a knife is just so much useless cutlery.
This idiot had probably never used his knife against someone who
fought back, and he paid for it. In three quick seconds, the two
of them were on the ground.
-----
"What happened to those men?" Saul asked.
Graham shrugged. "I asked Howard about that. He calmly told me
he'd left them lying in the alley. I pressed him on it, and he
just shrugged. 'What if they were dead?' I asked him. You know
what his answer was?"
Saul shook his head.
"'Then they got what they deserved.' He was as calm as if he'd
just said he liked my tie."
Saul blinked.
"I actually did a little digging on my own," Graham said. "The
NYPD told me there were no homicides matching that description
anywhere near 59th Street."
"So he was lying."
"Not necessarily. A detective from another precinct called me up
several weeks later. Seems that three 'skells,' his word, were
found in an alley about twenty-five blocks from where Howard
placed his account. One had his larynx crushed, one was stabbed,
and the third had his neck snapped. The police were just glad to
be rid of the three, and there was really no case against Howard,
no evidence. Besides, any competent attorney could argue self-
defense."
"Do you think...?"
"Yes. I'm sure he was responsible. The accounts match too closely
to draw any other conclusion. He simply lied about the location."
"So what happened to the girl?" Saul asked, visibly shaken.
Graham gestured to the papers. "Keep reading."
-----
The girl was terrified. In a manner of seconds, she'd seen me
drop the three men who had attacked her, and I guess she figured
I was simply going to pick up where they left off.
"Hey," I said in my gentlest voice. "Are you okay?"
She swallowed hard and nodded automatically, trying to tug her
skirt back down and straighten her top. It had been ripped when
she struggled with the men, and now it lay open, displaying a
healthy portion of her chest.
I put out my hand and walked slowly toward her, smiling as I did.
"I'm not going to hurt you," I said reassuringly. "I'm here to
help."
She smiled wanly and seemed to relax.
I took a step closer and reached out to her. "Why don't we get
out of here," I said.
She swallowed again and took a step toward me.
Eventually, I coaxed her into taking my hand and gently pulled
her from the alley. She had to step over the leader of the trio,
but pointedly didn't look down. I glanced at my watch and saw it
was almost five in the morning. I knew a donut stand around the
corner that would be setting up right about now, so I took her
there.
In the growing morning light, I realized how young she looked and
how much she reminded me of Cindy. She had the same long brown
hair, big brown doe eyes, and the full lips that always made
Cindy look like she was ready to go down on me. I'd already
forgotten the waitress at the diner as we walked toward the donut
stand.
The guy at the stand leered at her partially exposed chest, but
after he looked into my eyes, he was all business. We got coffee
and donuts, and then walked off.
"I'm Howard," I said, trying to set her at ease.
"Betsy." She paused for a moment and gripped her coffee fiercely,
both hands shaking. After a long drink that seemed to settle her
nerves, she asked, "Were those guys...?"
"Unconscious," I said firmly.
"But one of them was bleeding."
I nodded. "He got a cut on his arm when I took the knife away
from his buddy. He'll be fine."
I could tell she was still in a state of shock, and she'd seen
too much blood for a simple cut on the arm, but she let it go. I
wanted to take my jacket off and put it around her shoulders, but
the SIG would be visible if I did. I couldn't have that. Besides,
there _was_ blood on my right sleeve, and my jacket covered it.
"Is there somewhere I can take you? Somewhere you can get cleaned
up?" I asked. She had that look about her--the look of a street-
smart opportunist--that told me she'd answer yes to my next
question. "My place is just a few blocks away. Would you like to
go there?"
She nodded, and I steered us toward my apartment.
-----
Saul looked up in shock and Graham knew exactly which point in
the narrative he'd reached.
"She went back to his apartment?!" Saul blurted.
Graham nodded.
"Did she end up like the others?"
"What others?" Graham asked blandly.
"Don't play coy, Dr. Turner," Saul said, leaning forward. "Did he
kill this Betsy Powell girl too?"
"I'm not being coy, _Dr._ Moscowitz," Graham said evenly.
"You sound like you're defending him."
"Maybe, maybe not. But you sound like you've already judged him."
"I've done no such thing!" Saul said, nearly apoplectic.
Graham inclined his head and let it drop.
"Don't tell me you actually _like_ him," Saul accused.
Graham leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers before
him. After a moment, he shook his head. "On the surface, he's
very urbane. Charming, actually. I certainly treat him with
respect, and he's always been courteous to me as well, although
it's impossible to tell for sure what his true feelings are."
"You mean you respect him?"
"I don't think you understand. I respect him like I'd respect a
viper. Only... Howard is far more dangerous than a viper."
"Well. That's beside the point," Saul said irritably. "You still
haven't told me what happened to the girl."
"Howard tells you himself," Graham said, pointing to the papers
in the other man's hand. "He actually goes into great detail. I
think he was trying to shock me."
Graham's smirk was lost on Saul, who bent his head and eagerly
continued reading.
-----
We got to my apartment and I offered her the shower so she could
get cleaned up. I told her where the fresh towels were and
retreated to the living room. I think she expected me to join her.
I thought about it, but decided not to.
When I heard the water running, I went back into my bedroom to
put the SIG and the two extra clips in the lockbox I kept next to
my bed. I then changed out of my bloody shirt and into a
comfortable pair of sweats. As I passed the bathroom door, I
hesitated and reached for the knob. Instead of turning it, I
decided to wait for her back in the living room.
She appeared wearing a towel around her body and another wrapped
around her hair. Her face glowed a shade of pink that only a
nearly scalding shower can impart. She looked even more like
Cindy than I'd previously thought, and I felt the urge to... Well,
I felt the urge.
"I really appreciate what you did for me," she said.
I blushed and looked away. Can't show too much eagerness, I
thought to myself.
"I don't know how I'll ever thank you."
"No thanks needed," I said.
She let the towel around her body fall to the floor. She wanted
me to look, so I did. Her breasts were firm and round, a little
pendulous, but with the springiness that only youth can endow.
They were capped with pink nipples, which were already starting
to harden.
My eyes trailed down her body--only slightly overweight, I
decided. She'd obviously used my razor to trim her pubic hair.
Her fleshy labia were pinkish and spreading, pushed apart by her
protruding inner lips. She took the towel off her head and
dropped it to the floor as well.
"I think I know how to thank you," she said, seeing the lump
forming in my sweatpants.
She sank to her knees and put her hands on my waistband, just as
I'd expected.
"You don't have to do this, you know," I said, putting my hands
on hers.
"I want to."
"I'm serious. I don't expect anything from you," I lied glibly.
"That's _why_ I want to do it. Because you didn't ask for it. You
could have, you know. After what you did for me."
"I'd never do that," I said, feigning sincerity.
"Please?"
Works every time. I smiled to myself and took my hands off hers.
When she tugged, I lifted my hips to accommodate her and the soft
grey pants were quickly around my ankles. Her lips locked around
my rising shaft and she sucked me to full erection. As she took
me into the back of her throat, I realized she was actually
better than Cindy. I leaned against the back of the couch,
relaxed, and put my hand on top of her head to direct her motions.
She bobbed up and down, sucking me with a finesse that belied her
youth. Her wet hair quickly turned cold against my fingers and
thighs, but I didn't care. She took me to the edge of climax and
held me there.
Finally, I thrust my hips up, forcing more of my cock into her
mouth, and held her head down. She flinched as the first
streamers of my come hit the back of her throat, but quickly
adjusted and kept swallowing. When I was done, she pulled off me,
panting and grinning, her lips shiny with saliva.
-----
Later that morning, we were in my bed relaxing.
"So, how old _are_ you?" I asked.
She tensed up, but I stroked my hand down her back and she began
to relax. "Eighteen."
"Sounds like there's a story there."
I felt her nod, but she didn't speak.
"You know I'm not going to judge you," I said softly, still
stroking her. "If you don't want to tell me, that's okay." I
started to slide away from her, and that did the trick. The way
she'd clung to me when we had sex, I knew she needed the human
contact. Threaten her with losing it, and she did what I wanted.
"My stepfather," she said tentatively.
I let the silence draw out.
"He started in on me when I was fourteen. It was only blowjobs at
first. My mom worked nights, she was a nurse, and he'd come home
from work just as she was leaving. He'd get half a six-pack in
him, and then force me to suck him off. I hated it at first and
kept promising myself I'd bite his dick off the next time he
stuck it in my mouth."
She was quiet for a moment, and I pulled her close.
"I never did, though. I guess I got used to it. And when I
started to like it, I really hated myself, but he was always so
sweet to me afterward. He called me his little angel." She
snorted derisively. "On my fifteenth birthday, he popped my
cherry. God, it hurt. He was so big, and he didn't give a shit
about me.
"But after, he got me this real nice silver locket. He started
drinking more, though, and he was rougher and rougher with me. To
this day, I don't know what my mom saw in that asshole. Sometimes,
he'd fuck her before she left for work, and then he'd make me
suck him. I could taste my mom's pussy on his dick. Talk about a
head trip."
"No kidding," I said.
"He kept drinking more and more, and when he started passing me
around to his poker buddies, I took off. I've been on my own ever
since," she said. We were silent for a moment, then she propped
herself on one elbow and looked at me. "So, what's your story?"
"I'm 34 and self-employed. I own a security company," I said. I
had the feeling she'd be a sucker for a sob story, but I didn't
want to play things up too much. "I joined the Marine Corps
because that's what my father wanted."
"Wow, cool. So you were, like, one of the few, the proud?"
"Semper Fi," I said. I don't know why, I thought to myself, but I
still like the Corps. Crazy? Maybe. "But the Corps didn't
recognize my abilities quick enough, so I got out after six
years."
"Bummer."
"Yeah, my dad was pretty angry. The Corps was everything to him.
He was a real prick to live with growing up, but he taught me
discipline. Sometimes, the hard way." I put a slight catch in my
voice to hint at the abuse I'd suffered at the hands of that
maniac. "He was always the very model of the modern Major
General," I said, with enough sarcasm to evoke the sympathetic
response I was looking for.
"Wow, you had it pretty bad, huh?"
I was quiet for a calculated moment, and swallowed hard. She
rubbed her hand over my chest and I heard her sniffle softly.
Women are such suckers when a grown man shows emotion. They eat
that shit up. "Yeah," I said, my voice tight with emotion I
didn't feel. "But that's all in the past. My parents are dead
now."
"Oh, man. I'm so sorry. How'd it happen?"
"Drunk driver." I clammed up for a moment, and she hugged herself
against me.
-----
"How did it really happen?" Saul asked.
"How did what happen?"
"How did Bloom's parents die? I bet it wasn't a drunk driver."
Graham shook his head. "His father died when the handgun he was
cleaning accidentally went off. Took off the top of his head."
Saul shook his head sadly.
"You don't get it, do you?" Graham asked.
Saul looked at him in irritation and gestured for him to continue.
"Howard's father, Howard Bloom, Senior, was a 28-year veteran of
the Marines. Howard wasn't lying when he told the girl that his
father was... um... how did he put it?"
"'The very model of the modern Major General,'" Saul said,
reading.
"That's right," Graham said. "I remember now. Gilbert and
Sullivan. His father was a Major General in the Marine Corps."
"So?"
"Do you really think a man with his experience is going to clean
a gun without checking, and then double-checking, to make sure
it's unloaded?"
"No," Saul said heavily. "So what happened?"
"Who knows?"
"Do you think Bloom did it? Junior, I mean?"
"Probably, but the authorities ruled it an accident. After her
husband died, Howard's mother had little reason to live, so she
committed suicide about six months later--an overdose of sleeping
pills."
"Do you think Bloom had anything to do with that?" Saul asked.
Graham shrugged. "Who knows?"
"You still haven't told me what happened with this Powell girl."
"Keep reading."
-----
I was silent for a long time after I told her my parents were
dead. When she thought she would "comfort" me, I grinned to
myself. Sometimes, it was too easy.
She slithered down my body and started sucking me. I put my hands
behind my head and let her take her time. Her lips felt so good
that I didn't want to let her off too easily. After a while, I
decided to get hard for her, and she straddled my hips. I think
she was surprised when I reached down and played with her clit.
She got off pretty quickly, and then rode me until she had
another orgasm. Finally, I rolled her over and fucked her hard
and fast.
After I came, I buried my face in her shoulder and sort of half-
sobbed. She put her arms around me and shushed me. It was all I
could do not to laugh at how easily I manipulated her. I let her
comfort me some more, but stayed hard inside her. If she had half
a brain, she would've wondered how I could supposedly be so
broken up about my parents and still maintain an erection.
When she had me "calmed down," I fucked her again, taking my time
and really enjoying it. For an 18-year-old, she knew all the
tricks.
-----
Betsy ended up moving in with me for a while. After that first
day, she picked up her stuff from the bus station, or wherever
she stashed it. It took up only a small corner of my bedroom.
I still had plans for her, but somehow never got around to them.
She was always willing to fuck me, but she was more messed up
than I first thought. She told me about a lot of the other things
her stepfather had done to her, and then how she'd been kicked
around since leaving home. Sometimes, I thought to myself, the
universe just fucks with people.
I don't know why she stayed with me, but unlike Cindy, that
duplicitous _cunt_, Betsy was always faithful.
I decided the world was a better place with Betsy in it.
-----
"So, he let the girl live?" Saul asked bluntly.
"Which girl?" Graham asked, although he knew very well who the
other man was asking about. He had taken a dislike to the balding
psychiatrist who sat across from him. It bothered him, albeit
slightly, that he was enjoying piquing the other man.
Saul frowned.
"You seem like you have a certain level of animosity toward
Howard, Dr. Moscowitz."
"And why shouldn't I?" Saul asked defensively. "The man is
obviously a serial murderer who's gotten away with it so far.
After what he did to this Cindy Claremont and then to the Navy
doctor she was involved with, why shouldn't I have some animosity
toward him?"
"The court-martial found Captain Bloom not guilty of the doctor's
murder, Dr. Moscowitz."
"That's beside the point," Saul said crossly. "What do you have
to say about these other women, the ones who resembled the
Claremont girl, the ones he killed?"
"That's only my personal supposition," Graham said coolly.
"The girls are dead, aren't they?"
Graham nodded.
"You sound like you're defending him again," Saul accused.
"I'm not defending him, I'm stating facts."
"I can't believe you've compromised your objectivity in this
manner," Saul said testily. "I'm going to use my position on the
Parole Board to do everything I can to make sure this man spends
the rest of his life in an institution."
"Are you finished?" Graham asked calmly. When he received no
reply, he continued. "Dr. Moscowitz, Howard Bloom was convicted
of assault in the second degree for the attack on Betsy Powell's
stepfather. The prosecutor said he was happy to get second degree,
especially after Howard took the stand during his defense.
Nothing you or I can do will change the fact that Howard's going
to get out of prison in another 18 months. Unless he's convicted
of a crime for which we can incarcerate him for the rest of his
life, he _will_ walk the streets again!"
Saul rocked back in his chair, clearly stunned by the other man's
vehemence.
"As a matter of fact," Graham continued remorselessly, "I agree
with you. Howard Bloom is a violent sociopath. But the fact
remains that he has never been convicted of a crime more heinous
than second degree assault! He'll get caught, eventually. But in
the meantime, I'm not going to make myself a target by
gratuitously antagonizing him."
"Well," Saul said hotly, "you may be gutless, but I'm going to do
everything in my power to see him institutionalized."
Graham shook his head sadly. "He's going to get out, Doctor. When
he does, I pray he doesn't come looking for me. And if you poke a
caged animal, don't be surprised at what happens when there are
no longer bars protecting _you_."
End
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Edited by Ruthie
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Copyright (c) 2003-2005 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved. |
Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Priceless
Part: Part 2
Universe: Jazz Club
Summary: Ethan and Kate plan to spend Sunday together. From
breakfast in bed to after-dinner cognac, it's a day
filled with surprises and sex.
Keywords: MF, MFF, oral
Revision: 2.0
Word Count: 5,913
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Priceless
by Nick Scipio
PART TWO
After our morning together, Kate wanted to take a shower. I
joined her, but we kept things quick and playful. While she dried
her hair, I picked up the remains of our breakfast and made her
bed for her. When I came back to the bathroom, I borrowed her
antiperspirant (strange as it may seem, over the years, I've come
to enjoy the scent of Secret).
"What should I wear?" Kate asked as I was getting dressed.
"Something comfortable."
She nodded and went to her dresser. She pulled out a matching
cream-colored bra and panty set, a pair of jeans, and a turtle-
neck sweater. I grinned at her as she put on the thong panties,
and she smiled archly in return, clearly enjoying teasing me. She
pulled her hair back in a ponytail with a scrunchie. Then she
went back to the bathroom and applied her make-up.
I'd noticed that Kate--much to my pleasure--was one of those
lucky women who looked even better in the morning, before the
make-up. Cosmetics enhanced her natural beauty, and when she
emerged from the bathroom, I was momentarily speechless. She
actually blushed when she saw my expression.
She finished dressing while I retrieved my discarded jacket from
the floor and draped it over my right arm. I extended my left arm
to her, and she looped hers through it.
"Listen," I said, turning to her at the top of the stairs, "I
really don't want to seem presumptuous, but have you got an
overnight bag you can pack?"
She arched an eyebrow at me. "So you expect to get lucky
tonight?"
I blushed and shook my head. "I'm just hoping." I held my breath
anxiously. Although we'd already had sex once today, I didn't
want to seem like I was taking her for granted. With any woman,
that's never a good idea. With Kate, I suspected it would be a
disaster.
"Good answer," she said.
I tried to unobtrusively expel my held breath.
"I keep one in the car."
I looked at her inquisitively.
"I use it when I'm at the hospital for more than ten or twelve
hours."
"Ah. That makes sense."
"Or, if I meet the right guy," she said coquettishly.
I grinned and followed her down the stairs. Once on the main
floor, I slipped into my jacket and helped Kate don hers. She
headed for the garage, and when I didn't immediately follow her,
she looked at me expectantly.
"I'll drive," I said.
"Okay," she said, drawing the word out.
She retrieved a Louis Vuitton bag from the trunk of her car and
walked back toward me.
"Whose Jeep is that?" I asked, nodding toward the Cherokee parked
next to her Lexus. "You don't have a roommate, do you?"
She shook her head and smiled. "It's my other car," she said.
"For when I want to tow something, or feel like heading into the
mountains."
"Ah. I understand."
She closed the door to the garage and put her car keys back in
her purse. I stepped aside, gesturing for her to precede me. In a
moment, we were in my Rover, headed for the front gate.
Once on Northshore, I drove toward the interstate, and from
there, to West Hills Centre. It was near enough to a major mall
that traffic was thick with holiday shoppers.
"Oh!" I blurted, suddenly remembering. "I was going to call you
this morning, but..."
"You only have my office number," Kate said, finishing my
thought.
"Yeah. You ready to swap digits?"
"Where are you going to put your digits?" she asked
mischievously.
"Hmmm," I mused, waggling my fingers. "Where would you like
them?" I leaned toward her, with only half my attention on the
stop-and-go traffic.
"In my phone," she said with a smile.
I gave her my three main phone numbers and she stored them in her
phone. I took out my own cell phone and programmed her home and
cell phone numbers, memorizing them as I did.
Finally, traffic started moving again, and I turned toward the
dress shop. Surprisingly, there weren't many people in the
shopping center. I suspected that the Mall may have drawn off
most of the early shoppers.
We parked, and Kate looked at me eagerly as we walked toward the
boutique. I smiled placidly as she tried to speed up our pace.
When she figured out which shop was our goal, I let her get a
little ahead of me, so I could admire her long legs and tight ass
as she walked.
Finally, she slowed, turned around, and gave me a "will you
please hurry up" look. I grinned at her impatience and caught up
with her.
"Do you think I need to update my wardrobe?" Kate asked, teasing
me.
"No," I said. "I just thought you'd like a special dress for
tonight."
"For tonight?"
"Uh-huh. For the restaurant."
"And for after the restaurant?"
I pulled her close and she blinked with feigned innocence. "I
don't think you're going to need the dress after the restaurant,"
I said.
She looked at me, batted her eyelashes, and did her best Scarlett
O'Hara imitation. "Then whatever will I wear?" she drawled.
"A smile," I said.
She laughed, tucked her arm through mine, and turned us toward
Couture du Monde. As we neared the shop, I could see why Marcie
had said it was easy to miss. The strip mall had two major rows
of stores, and where they came together, in an "L" shape, there
was a breezeway that led to a rear parking lot for the employees.
The dress boutique was tucked into the breezeway itself and was
difficult to see. So it was no surprise that when we entered,
there were no other patrons in the store.
An attractive sales clerk looked up as the door chimed, then came
out from behind the counter. She was perhaps 5'6", and her auburn
hair set off stunning green eyes. I made sure to keep my libido
in check as she walked toward us.
"Hello. Bonjour. Welcome to Couture du Monde," she said.
Her French accent was actually quite good--the French "R" is very
difficult for most Americans to pronounce, but she managed it
well. I also liked the touch she added, greeting us with
"bonjour."
"Can I help you with anything today?" she asked.
"Yes," Kate and I said at the same time.
We looked at each other and both smiled, then I continued. "We
need a nice cocktail dress. Something less than black tie, but
more than dinner party."
"Certainly, sir."
She was about to turn to Kate when she did a double-take and
looked back at me. Kate looked at me as well, clearly curious
about what had drawn the other woman's attention.
"Ethan?" the redhead asked.
She knew me? I frantically searched my memory for where I might
have met her, but drew a blank. I'd never dated her and I wasn't
much for one-night stands, so I was pretty sure I hadn't slept
with her (wouldn't that be embarrassing!). But I was still at a
loss for how she knew my name.
"You don't remember me, do you?" she asked.
Kate arched an eyebrow at me and tried--unsuccessfully--to
suppress a wry smile.
"No, I'm sorry, I don't. Where did we meet?" I asked, inwardly
cringing at the possible answers.
She laughed musically, but I remained on tenterhooks.
"We've never actually met," she said, easing my conscience a
little.
I smiled tightly at Kate.
"Actually," the redhead said, picking at some invisible lint on
her blazer, "I'm not surprised you don't recognize me. I've
changed a lot since the last time you might have seen me."
"Oh? When was that?"
She chuckled and smiled at Kate. I began to get nervous again.
"You were a year ahead of me in the MBA program at the
University."
"Oh," I said, finally breathing a silent sigh of relief.
"And I look very... different," the redhead said. "I'm sorry, I
should introduce myself. I'm Renee Beaumont."
She held out her hand and I shook it. As I released it, she
immediately turned to Kate and extended her hand again. Kate
shook it and smiled at me.
"Renee, this is Kate. She's my... date... for the evening," I said,
choosing the most politic word I could think of.
"Excellent," Renee said, then turned to Kate. She looked Kate
over and then nodded. "Size 4?"
"It depends," Kate said smoothly, still grinning at me. "A size 4
is usually too tight in the bust and too loose at the waist."
"Well," Renee said brightly. "Let's see what we can find that
works with both."
Renee and Kate headed toward the back of the store and I ambled
after them, simply looking around. The changing rooms were set
into the side wall, around a little dogleg in the store. Where
they were situated, they were out of sight of the store's front
windows, so customers would have a little privacy even when they
weren't in the rooms themselves. There were also several
comfortable-looking chairs at the periphery of the open area in
front of the rooms, with large mirrors adorning the walls.
Kate grinned at me as she and Renee began talking about
designers. I stood out of the way and idly listened while they
chatted. They talked about Calvin Kline, Vera Wang, Dolce &
Gabbana, and a number of names I didn't recognize. While they
were talking, Renee was busily looking through racks of cocktail
dresses. Kate picked out a few as well, and they soon had more
than a dozen for her to try on.
Kate took about half the dresses they'd picked out, stepped into
one of the changing rooms, and shut the door behind her. When she
emerged, she was wearing a tight white beaded dress. It was so
tight I could easily see the outline of her nipples. It was also
so short I knew that if she so much as raised her arms, I'd catch
a glimpse of more than just her upper thighs. The white fabric
showed off her tanned skin and dark hair, but we all agreed the
dress was scandalously short.
The next dress was a low-slung red cocktail dress that was
completely backless. Unfortunately, it was too big on her. We
discovered this when she bent over to smooth the hem and not one
but both her breasts slipped free. Kate seemed unfazed, and
grinned brazenly at me when she saw the bulge forming at my
crotch.
The third dress was deep cobalt blue, with a sheer top and a low
waist. Kate looked stunning, and it picked out the color of her
eyes perfectly. I could easily see right through the bodice of
the dress, and while I certainly enjoyed the view, we decided
something a bit more modest was in order. Kate returned to the
changing room, but not before taking an opportunity to graze her
hand against my burgeoning erection.
When she emerged from the little room, she was wearing a classic
Little Black Dress. This one made her look stunning. It was so
tight I could actually see she was no longer wearing her thong
panties. The thought of her wearing nothing but the thin fabric
of the dress thrilled me. The sultry look she gave me made my
penis quickly reach full erection. But Kate wasn't comfortable in
the dress and retreated to the changing room.
The next dress was a silvery sheath with thin metal-like straps
holding it up. As soon as Kate stepped out of the changing room,
one of the straps broke. The entire bodice flopped forward,
baring her breasts. Renee blushed, but I noticed that she didn't
avert her eyes. Kate noticed as well, and boldly moved toward the
other woman to have the strap re-fastened.
I tried to unobtrusively shift my erection, but Kate noticed the
maneuver and smiled at my predicament. Renee saw Kate's gaze and
followed it, blushing as her eyes fell on my crotch and obvious
hard-on.
By now, Kate had exhausted the supply of dresses she had taken
into the changing room. Renee moved into the room, gathered up
the dresses, and neatly laid them atop one of the racks. She
appeared ready to wait for Kate to enter the dressing room to
remove the silvery dress, but Kate had other ideas.
"Do you mind if I just...?" Kate asked, reaching up to slip the
straps off her shoulders.
"No, go right ahead," Renee said. "It won't bother me a bit."
Kate smiled, and a surreal scene began to unfold. As Kate slipped
the dress down her torso and then over her hips--revealing that
she was nude underneath--Renee watched Kate. I watched Renee
watching Kate. As my eyes slid back to Kate, I realized she had
been watching me. I grinned at her and she winked. Renee just
blushed at our antics, but she didn't look away from either
Kate's nudity or my painfully obvious erection.
After she hung up the dress Kate had just removed, Renee said,
"Excuse me a moment."
Kate and I shared a curious look as Renee walked around the
corner and headed toward the front of the store. When she
returned, she smiled shyly.
"I locked the doors and put up the 'Closed' sign," she said, by
way of explanation.
After that, Kate didn't even bother to use the changing room. She
simply stood in front of the full-length mirror and tried on the
remaining dresses. Both Renee and I admired her body as she did.
Kate is one of the few women I've ever dated who looked as good
out of clothes as she did in them. Most women--most people, for
that matter--have little imperfections that clothing hides. I
certainly had more than my fair share. Kate had them as well, but
on her, they enhanced the total effect. She looked stunning,
whether she was standing au naturel or in a slinky cocktail
dress.
Judging by Renee's body language, she agreed with me. I grinned
to myself as I noticed that her breathing had become a little
more ragged and she was flushed with desire. Kate noticed as
well, and she shamelessly encouraged the attention. At every
opportunity, she would bend over to retrieve something she'd
"accidentally" dropped. Or she would cup her breasts, presumably
to make sure they looked good in whatever dress she had on. She
lingered longer and longer between taking off one dress and
putting on another.
Kate was also teasing me with smoldering looks, not-so-innocent
caresses, and a number of other subtle tactics. By the time she
tried on the last dress she'd picked out, I was ready to burst.
Renee couldn't keep her eyes off of either Kate's body or my
erection. The sexual tension was nearly palpable.
Finally, Kate and Renee whittled the choices down to three: a
skintight backless beaded dress from Calvin Kline; a smoky grey,
translucent silk dress by Vera Wang, which included a sheer grey
wrap; and a shimmering gold Moschino dress that hugged Kate's
hips and had a plunging neckline.
"They're all so beautiful," Kate said. "How should I decide?"
She made a show of pondering the question, but I knew her well
enough by now to realize she was up to something. She got an
ingenious look on her face and practically beamed at me.
"I know," she said, snapping her fingers. "We'll let Ethan
decide."
She grinned mischievously, and I began to worry. She walked
toward me, still completely nude, while Renee watched raptly.
Kate pressed her body against me and I felt her hand reaching for
my fly. I half-heartedly tried to stop her, but she inexorably
lowered my zipper and then carefully extracted my erection.
When she wrapped her cool fingers around my length, I locked eyes
with her. My look was full of questions, but Kate merely smirked.
Out of my peripheral vision, I could see Renee shifting
nervously.
"Would you mind helping me, Renee?" Kate asked, looking over her
shoulder at the other woman.
Renee gulped, but nodded.
Kate reached back and with a gesture, drew Renee forward. When
she was close enough for Kate to take her hand, she did so,
pulling her closer. Renee saw my erection and licked her lips .
Then she looked me in the eye. I could tell she was very aroused,
but I also wondered how far she was willing to go. Kate pulled
Renee forward and placed her hand on my rigid shaft. We both
started at the touch, but Renee gripped me firmly.
"Now," Kate said. "I'll try on the dresses, and we'll buy the one
Ethan likes best, the one that makes him the hardest. Okay?"
I shook my head in wonder and smiled at Kate. She gave me a
lustful look and we both turned to regard Renee. Her hand
fluttered on my erection, but she slowly nodded in agreement.
Kate proceeded to try on the black Calvin Kline. She looked
fantastic, and teased me mercilessly. She showed off her body,
and I paid close attention while she ensured that the dress fit
securely.
Renee began to slowly stroke my erection and then moved very
close to me. Neither action escaped Kate's notice. Kate slipped
off the dress, once again making a big show of things. When she
was nude, she pirouetted and mischievously winked at me. Renee
used her thumb to capture a drop of pre-come and rubbed it over
my glans. I took a deep breath and tried not to groan.
Next, Kate put on the Moschino dress. The neckline dropped well
below her breasts, and when she moved, I could almost see her
nipples. The gold dress hugged her hips and flat stomach, and
accentuated the length of her legs. She twirled in front of us,
and Renee gripped my cock tightly. I could tell by her breathing
that she was getting more and more aroused. As she did, she began
to stroke me faster.
Kate slipped out of the Moschino dress and began to don the grey
Vera Wang. When she slipped it over her head and shoulders, I was
rendered speechless. The dress itself was translucent, and if I
looked closely, I could clearly see her nipples. The silk fabric
clung to her every curve, and the diaphanous wrap covered--but
did not conceal--her upper chest and shoulders, adding to the
allure. It had been my favorite when she first put it on, and
seeing it again only strengthened my opinion.
I clenched my PC muscle, and my cock swelled in Renee's hand. She
was so startled, she nearly jumped away from me.
"He likes this one?" Kate asked, her voice sultry.
Renee nodded quickly and Kate grinned at me as she walked toward
us. Renee blushed, but didn't relinquish her hold on me. Kate
sidled up to Renee and rested her hand on the other woman's hip.
I put my right arm around Kate as she moved closer to me. At a
gesture from Kate, I put my left arm around Renee.
I felt Kate's fingers wrap themselves around Renee's and the two
of them begin to firmly stroke my cock. I hugged both women to me
and enjoyed the sensation as my hands roamed freely over two
shapely hips.
Kate leaned over and whispered in Renee's ear, and I felt their
hands squeeze my cock. I watched Renee's face as she listened to
Kate. Her eyes widened, her lips pursed, and she looked a little
anxious. Renee finally nodded. Kate spoke to her a moment longer.
Renee began to smile and then unconsciously licked her lips. When
Kate pulled back, Renee looked at her questioningly. Kate nodded
and Renee's smile grew wider.
"I always wanted to, but...," Renee said.
"Now's your chance," Kate replied.
I looked from one woman to the other, but they were intent upon
each other.
"Are you sure?" Renee asked.
Kate nodded firmly and Renee licked her lips again.
"You mind telling me what's up?" I asked, as gamely as I could.
"You'll see," Kate said.
I looked to Renee, but she was already sinking to her knees. I
turned back to Kate. Just as we made eye contact, Renee clamped
her lips over my cock and swirled her tongue around the head. I
closed my eyes and groaned. My arousal had been built to a
fevered pitch by Kate's teasing and Renee's fondling--I nearly
shot off as soon as Renee's lips touched me.
When I opened my eyes, Kate was looking at me and grinning ear-
to-ear. I pulled her close and bent to kiss her. I groaned as
Renee inhaled nearly half my length and clamped her lips around
my shaft. Kate's tongue darted into my mouth as she grabbed my
ass and squeezed.
Renee started bobbing back and forth on my cock, moaning and
whimpering as she did. Kate sucked my tongue into her mouth and
playfully nipped it with her teeth. I groaned as Renee lunged
forward and took nearly all my shaft into her mouth. I grunted as
the head of my cock slipped into her throat. Renee clamped her
lips around the base of my shaft and then tried to swallow
another inch. She moaned around my girth, and I felt her tongue
move along the underside of my erection.
Kate pulled back and captured my lower lip with her teeth. When
she released it, she began to kiss down my chin and neck, adding
little love bites as she progressed lower. Renee dragged her lips
back over my length, and I groaned, as much from Renee's mouth as
Kate's kisses. When Renee reached the tip of my cock, she locked
her lips around the ridge of my crown and flicked her tongue
against the sensitive underside. I groaned again and she quickly
repeated the motion.
Renee insinuated a hand between Kate and me, and grabbed my hips.
She pulled me forward and swallowed my erection. Kate
concentrated on my neck and throat, and I grunted in pleasure as
the two women worked on me.
Renee made sucking and slurping noises as she happily fellated
me, and she quickly brought me to the point of no return. Kate
sensed my impending orgasm and I felt her move her right hand
from my chest. I looked down as she put it on the back of Renee's
head and began directing the other woman's motions. For her part,
Renee needed little direction as she moved her lips over my shaft
and worked me with her tongue.
As I groaned with my release, Kate held Renee's head, keeping my
cock buried in her throat. Renee's hands gripped my hips and held
me in place as I spewed hot come into her mouth. I clamped my
eyes shut and nearly passed out from the feeling as the
convulsive ring of muscles at the back of her throat gripped me
every time she swallowed.
When my orgasm finally subsided, I slumped back against a rack of
clothes, letting it support my weight. Renee moaned as she
hungrily cleaned my cock, making sure she bathed every square
inch with her lips and tongue. I finally opened my eyes to find
Kate grinning at me, her eyes twinkling. I smiled weakly and she
rose on tiptoe to kiss me.
Renee sucked me until my head simply became too sensitive and my
cock began to deflate in self-defense. When it did, she sat back
on her heels and took a deep breath.
"God," she said, panting lightly. "I always wanted to do that."
Kate merely grinned at me. Renee looked up at us and daintily
wiped the corners of her mouth with her fingers. When her eyes
met mine, she smiled broadly. She looked at Kate and it seemed
like an entire conversation passed between them. Finally,
reluctantly, Renee kissed the tip of my shrinking penis and
gently tucked me back in my boxers. She zipped me up and I
extended my hand to help her stand.
Once she was on her feet, Kate leaned over and the two women
kissed deeply. I could tell Kate was enjoying the lingering
flavor of my semen. Renee seemed to be getting into the kiss as
well. When they separated, Renee looked at me bashfully, but Kate
practically preened.
"I've never done anything like that before," Renee said in
wonder.
"You looked like you knew what you were doing," Kate said.
I almost laughed out loud.
"No. Not the blowjob," Renee said. She quickly realized Kate was
teasing her, and grinned sheepishly. "You know what I mean."
Kate nodded. "We'll have to do it again sometime," she said.
Renee nodded enthusiastically.
"Someplace where he can take care of us too," Kate said.
"Absolutely," Renee agreed.
I was still a little taken aback, so I wisely kept my mouth shut.
"So," Kate said, stepping away from us and twirling. "You like
the dress?" She was looking at Renee.
Renee appraised her critically and then nodded.
"And we know Ethan likes it," Kate said, nodding in my direction.
Renee blushed and smiled.
"So, let's get some accessories," Kate said.
Renee nodded. I was clearly superfluous for the moment. The two
women threaded their way toward the far corner of the store and
were soon lost in conversation.
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They returned perhaps fifteen minutes later. Kate carried a silk
clutch purse that was a near-perfect match for her dress. She
then carefully removed the grey dress and wrap. She had left her
street clothes in the changing room, and while she changed back
into them, Renee re-hung the dresses Kate had considered but
declined. Finally, she neatly hung the grey Vera Wang and took it
toward the register.
The entire time Renee was doing all this, she and I exchanged
several glances. When our eyes met, she would grin abashedly and
blush. Kate emerged from the changing room and saw the two of us
grinning. She arched her eyebrows at me and I tried to look
innocent. Kate wasn't buying it. She chuckled wryly, took my arm,
and we threaded our way toward the register.
At the front of the store, Renee unlocked the doors and slid the
Open/Closed sign to "Open." She walked behind the counter, and we
had an awkward moment when all three of us looked at each other.
What do you say after something like that? Thanks for the
blowjob? I wisely decided against it.
"So," I said to Renee. "What have you been doing since business
school?"
She smiled and gestured at the store. I mentally kicked myself.
"Ah, very nice. How long have you been open?"
"About two years now."
"Really?" I asked, trying not to sound as incredulous as I was.
I'd literally never heard of the store until Marcie mentioned it
to me.
Renee nodded, much more comfortable once we were on a safer
topic. "Actually, after school, I went to New York City and
worked on Seventh Avenue for several years. After that, I came
back home and opened Couture du Monde."
"And how's business?" I asked.
Renee leaned close. "Very good."
I raised my eyebrows and she nodded. She finished ringing up the
dress and the purse, and Kate reached into her purse for her
wallet. I stopped her with a gesture and reached for my back
pocket.
"Are you sure?" Kate asked me skeptically. "Do you know how much
that dress costs?"
I shook my head and Kate giggled.
"Tell him," Kate said to Renee.
Renee merely smiled, looked at me, and pursed her lips with
amusement. "The total comes to $1852.58. With tax, of course."
"Of course," I replied blithely. To my credit, I didn't bat an
eye. I pulled out my wallet and handed her my American Express.
Thank God for no pre-set spending limit, I thought. "I see why
the shop is doing so well," I said out loud.
"We have an exclusive clientele," Renee answered smoothly.
"Mostly women who know what they like, and, of course, can afford
it."
"Or men who know what they like their women to wear," I said with
a grin.
Kate elbowed me in the ribs and playfully glowered at me. "It was
your idea to bring me here, big fella."
"And I'm glad I did," I said.
Kate and Renee merely looked at each other and then giggled
simultaneously.
As I signed the credit card receipt, Kate picked up one of the
business cards for the store. She tucked it into my pants pocket
and patted it affectionately.
"Take care of that," she said with a grin. "We're going to need
it."
Renee blushed, but her eyes twinkled as she nodded. When she came
around the side of the sales counter, she handed me the dress
bag.
"It was great seeing you again, Ethan," she said. "And a pleasure
meeting you, Kate."
"A pleasure indeed," Kate said.
Kate leaned toward her, and they kissed European style, once on
each cheek. Renee turned to me and repeated the gesture. Her
cheek lingered against mine for a moment, but not long enough to
be flagrant. She looked into my eyes and then turned to smile at
Kate.
"I hope you enjoy your evening. You'll look stunning," she said
to Kate.
Kate thanked her graciously.
Behind us, the door chime sounded, and we all shared a
conspiratorial grin. With that, Kate and I turned to leave while
Renee went to help the mother and teenaged daughter who had just
entered.
"Where to next?" Kate asked as we headed toward the Rover.
"Shoes," I said.
"Shoes?"
I nodded. "You can't get a beautiful new dress and not get shoes,
too."
Kate nodded in appreciation and grinned at me as we got into the
Rover.
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The shoe store was several miles further from the congestion of
the large mall. I hadn't needed to ask Marcie where to find a
high-end shoe store. I actually knew of several, but had chosen
this one because it was close to the dress shop. When we pulled
into the parking lot, Kate looked at me quizzically.
"How is it you know so much about shopping for dresses and
shoes?" she asked.
I shrugged. "I guess I pay attention to the women in my life."
"Women?"
"Women," I said flatly. "There are many women in my life, most of
them friends. But there's only one special woman at a time."
"So, am I your 'special woman'?"
So early in our relationship and I'm already on thin ice! "That
depends," I hedged.
"On what?"
"On whether or not you want to be."
"Do you buy shoes for the other women in your life, or just the
special ones?"
I could tell she was teasing me, but there was also a kernel of
genuine curiosity in her question. "Only the special ones," I
said.
"In that case, I guess I'll be your special woman."
I breathed a sigh of relief at having made it through that
conversational minefield.
"For now," she added with a grin.
I grinned as well, and we both opened our doors. I opened the
back door and retrieved the dress bag. We'd need it if we wanted
to find shoes to match. Kate gave me an approving look as I
carried it around the front of the Rover and then opened the shop
door for her.
Once inside, a fashionably dressed young man helped us. I noticed
him looking me over, and quickly figured out he was gay. I think
Kate was more disappointed than I was. I suppose she was looking
forward to a little teasing, to keep me on my toes.
Kate tried on shoes for thirty minutes before she found a pair
she really liked. They were dark grey suede pumps with three-inch
heels. When the young salesman fetched her size and put them on
her feet, Kate smiled like a schoolgirl. She got up and walked
around the store, using the mirrors to see how they looked.
The salesman covertly glanced at my left hand. Upon seeing no
wedding band, he leaned toward me.
"Your sister?" he asked hopefully.
"Sorry, Patrick," I said, reading his name tag. "I'm pretty
hetero."
He looked at me, as if to say "are you sure?"
I smiled at him genially and nodded. "Yeah," I said. "I'm sure."
He sighed wistfully. "The best ones always are."
I chuckled under my breath as he walked over to see if Kate
wanted to keep looking. When she didn't, Patrick boxed the shoes
for us and rang them up. I knew what to expect to pay for Italian
suede shoes, so I wasn't surprised when he told me the total,
$325.80. Once again, I put it on my AmEx. Poor Patrick gave me
another hopeful look as we turned to leave, but I merely smiled
and thanked him.
"What was that about?" Kate asked as I hung the dress in the back
and put the shoebox on the seat.
"He was hitting on me," I said casually.
"That doesn't bother you?" she asked. She sounded dubious.
"Why should it?"
"I don't know. Most guys would get bent out of shape if another
guy hit on them."
"Yeah, well, I'm not like most guys," I said.
"So I've noticed. It really doesn't bother you?"
"Not at all. I mean, I know I'm not gay. Him hitting on me isn't
going to make me gay, so why worry about it? He thought I was
attractive enough to hit on me. That's flattering, no matter
who's doing it, a woman or a man. Besides," I said, referring to
her and Renee, "it doesn't seem to bother you."
"But that's different," she said.
"Does it bother you that it doesn't bother me?"
"No," she said reflectively. "I guess it doesn't. I just figured
you'd be the macho-man type and get belligerent."
"I'm full of surprises," I said.
She nodded thoughtfully. "Speaking of which," she said suddenly.
"Where to next?"
"It's a surprise," I said, grinning from ear to ear.
Kate tried not to grin, but ultimately succumbed.
She was going to enjoy what I had planned next, and I enjoyed her
anticipation. With a smile, I turned onto the main road.
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Continued in Part 3
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Part three
Matthew was right, the next day I felt fine. I had a free day and we'd agreed to meet at the close of the exhibition on the following day to go for a drink at the club. I was waiting for him in the foyer.
We walked to the club and went through the ritual of him signing me in before I was allowed up into the bar. We ascended the stairs and entered the welcome cool of the bar. We hardly paused as Matt ordered two beers from one of the barmen. He headed for the seating area with me following. As he sat down, he made eye contact with a couple of the men sat opposite, the same ones I'd seen on my previous visit. The nodded to him and he nodded back as if in some sort of understood code. Then the realisation dawned on me.
They knew.
I felt somewhat under scrutiny as we started to make polite conversation. I was a little nervous of my new (and quasi public) status; I felt much the same as a new girlfriend being introduced to the family. The men however were good conversationalists and put me at my ease. We talked of nothing in particular although I felt a little like I was being weighed up which made me cautious of not speaking out of turn or saying anything stupid to embarrass myself or Matthew in front of his friends. Then, Matt said something which probably answered their unspoken questions and, at the same time, confirmed my new status.
`We're heading back to the hotel now', he said to our group and stood up ready to leave.
The men watched me with slight amusement as I stood up too, clearly taken by surprise.
`See you again soon', he said and turned to walk away. I dumbly followed.
I went to head for the stairs but Matt had another idea.
`'We'll use the lift' as he turned towards the closed doors and then pressed to call button. It must have been already at the floor as the doors opened immediately. He indicated me to enter and then followed me in. As we turned to face the doors, I saw another guy heading for the doors. Matt surprised me because he had clearly seen him but quickly jabbed the button to close the doors and then the button for the entrance lobby. I looked at him quizzically; his response was to grab me and roughly, and briefly, kiss me hard on the lips.
`Just wanted you on my own', he said by way of explanation, and then, `I'm going to fuck your brains out when we get back'.
I shivered both at the thought and at the way he'd taken charge of me. His demeanour had changed slightly too; there was an authoritarian hint which I hadn't seen before. I was both excited and nervous at the same time.
We exited the lift and walked into the street. Matt turned left and I meekly followed. He set a cracking pace, even in the heat of the evening, as we headed for the hotel. Entering the lobby, we went to the desk to collect our key cards. Once we had them he went for the lifts with me in tow; he reached them before me and pressed the call button just as a couple arrived. The life arrived and we four got in. Matt hit the button for the 29th floor without asking where the other pair were headed. The guy leaned over and pressed the button for the 31st floor; he did it deliberately slowly as if to make a point of Matt's rudeness. A look of annoyance flicked across Matt's face and I wondered what was bugging him. The lift slowed and stopped at our floor and the doors slid open. Matt stepped out first and then me; I turned to thank the other couple but the guy reached and pressed the door closing button in an obvious rebuke for our rudeness. I went to turn right to my room but Matt grabbed my arm and pulled me left.
`We'll go to my room', he said. I went to mention needing to get my washing kit but his look stilled my voice.
`You can fetch it later'.
He virtually marched in the direction of his room, passing the ice making machine and the shoe polishing machine in the corridor just outside his room. He swiped the key card through the lock; it bleeped back at him, as if in annoyance, and the little light glowed red. He paused, took a deep breath and then swiped the lock again, although slower this time; the light changed from red to green. He pushed open the door, pulled me inside and slammed it shut behind us. Once in his room, he relaxed slightly, taking a couple of deep breaths as he did so. He turned to me and looked me directly in the eyes.
`Sorry about that', he said, `I've thought of little else since the last time. I know I can come across as forceful at times but I just couldn't wait to be with you again. Do you mind me being a bit dominant like that'?
I shook my head slightly. `No', I said, `in fact, I found it quite exciting', surprising myself at my response.
Matt moved quickly to take advantage of my declaration.
`Good', he said. `Here's the deal. We're going to get out of these cloths: I'm going to get into a bathrobe, but you are not. You are going to stay naked and get us each a drink while I watch that beautiful arse of yours as you move around.
There wasn't the chance to protest (not that I wanted to, the thought excited me); he turned into the bathroom and I meekly followed. He took off his shirt as we moved and dropped it into the laundry basket in the bathroom. I was a little slower and had the secret thrill of him watching me as I pulled my pants clear of my feet. He looked me up and down and then reached for his bathrobe.
`Drink', he said, `make mine a large one'
I turned and went into the room, conscious of my nakedness and his gaze. He followed me and sat on one of the two sofas facing each other with a low table in between them. I took two glasses off the side and went to the minibar fridge for the drinks. I turned slightly towards Matt as I leant down for the door.
`Wrong', he said, `turn so that I can look at your lovely arse when you bend over'.
I did as he asked (told?), feeling a little apprehensive at what would be such an exposing position. I slowly leant over, keeping my legs straight and slightly apart so as to give him a good view. I could feel my heart pumping with the excitement of exhibiting myself to him in such an unashamed way. I didn't hurry to get the vodka bottle out; I was enjoying this now and knew he would be too. I straightened, closed the fridge door, moved to the side and poured the drinks, all the time conscious of his eyes upon me. I sliced the lemon and tossed the slices into the drinks and then reached for the ice-bucket. It was empty.
I turned to face him. He smiled and looked down at my penis which was getting hard; I hadn't noticed. I was clearly enjoying myself.
`There's no ice', I said as I moved towards him to hand him his glass. He didn't move to take it from me.
`There's plenty of ice', he said.
`Where'?
`In the ice machine in the corridor', he said.
`Ah, yes, I said and put the drinks on the side and, collecting the bucket, moved towards him, my hard penis swaying from side to side as I walked. I stopped in front of him and offered the bucket. As with the drink, he didn't offer to take it.
`You fill it', he said.
I hesitated and he laughed slightly.
`I can't like this', I said, indication my general appearance, complete with erection.
`Oh yes you can, and that is exactly what you are going to do', he said.
I looked at him, wondering quite what to say.
`Do it', he said, with a hard edge to his voice.
In retrospect, I can admit to myself now that a small ripple of thrill ran through me. I have always enjoyed being naked around the house and in the garden when alone. I find the feeling of the air moving around my body as I move quite erotic. I quickly appraised the risk of being seen; it was slight. The ice machine was just outside the door. I'd risk it.
I placed the drinks back on the side, moving slowly as I could feel his eyes upon me. I returned and took the proffered bucket from his hand and then moved towards the door. I opened it a little and peered down the corridor; in the direction I could see, it was devoid of people. Pulling the door open a little more, I quickly checked the direction I'd looked before, it was still clear, and then moved from the doorway so that I could see down the other direction of the corridor. It was mercifully empty.
I took one quick last look and then stepped out into the corridor, ice bucket in hand. The ice machine was the other side of the shoe polisher and, in my somewhat exposed position, felt a very long way away. I scampered to the machine, lifted the lid and plunged the bucket into the ice compartment drawing it back out again in one hurried movement. In my haste, some ice spilt out onto the floor. I didn't bother to try to gather it up. I turned and headed for Matt's door.
I reached it in seconds and gladly slammed it firmly shut behind me. Matthew stood directly in front of me; he'd been waiting at the door
`Two lumps for me', he said, his glass held out in front of him.
I grinned. `You cruel bastard', I said.
He smiled back at me, his eyes narrowing slightly.
`You haven't seen anything yet', he said, with a electrifying hint of menace in his voice.
I shivered, whether in fear or excitement I was unsure. Looking back, it was probably a mixture of both.
He turned and walked back into the room and I followed. I placed the ice bucket on the side and threw in a couple of lumps of ice into my drink. I took a large gulp and relished the burning of the vodka as it coursed down my throat. Matthew raised his glass in a silent toast and took a measured sip. He looked me up and down, pausing at my erection, which I carried without noticing so familiar had the feel of it hanging heavy become. When his gaze came up to look at my face, I looked him fully in the eye. We held the gaze for a few seconds and then he turned away and walked over to the television set and picked up the remote. I must have looked puzzled when he turned around as he grinned at me and then pointed it towards the ceiling. Slowly, the lights in the room dimmed as he held onto the button; he let them get to a point where the lights of Hong Kong appeared brighter and then stopped.
`Let's enjoy the view', he said, moving towards the windows.
I stood a little apart from him, totally unconcerned about my nakedness; my erection had reduced to a full and heavy penis and felt good. I faced the windows, leaning onto the stainless steel safety bar which ran across the windows above the three feet wide strip of black granite floor; the bar felt cold on my bare skin as did the granite floor to my feet. We stood in silence for some time. I was feeling calmer now and confident in my ability to handle this new area of my life. Matthew broke the silence.
`Another drink'?
I hadn't noticed that I'd emptied my glass. I moved to take his from him in my new subservient role.
`I'll get them', he said. I held out my glass.
I studied in turn the view outside and the dim reflection of Matt in the window as he mixed the drinks. I watched his reflection as he walked up behind me and then out of sight as my reflection blotted out his. His left arm entered my peripheral vision as he reached around to give me my glass. I took it in my right hand, thanking him as I did so. After I had taken it, he didn't move away but stood close behind me, standing quite still and silent. I waited for him to say something, or move to get his drink as he'd only brought mine. I sensed more than felt him move a little nearer to me; I stood stock still, tensing slightly. I first felt the warmth of his breath on me and then the slightest sensation as he lightly placed his lips on my right shoulder. He paused for a second and then I felt his tongue playing lightly on my skin. As my heart started to race he flicked his tongue slowly across my shoulder, the back of my neck and on to my left shoulder. He stopped there and then pulled away; I heard the sound of his bathrobe tie being pulled. Then, nothing; no sound, no movement.
With a slightly shaky hand, I lifted my glass and took a good mouthful of ice-cold vodka. As I did so, Matt put his left arm around me and onto my left nipple, taking it between his fingers. He gently squeezed it and a thrill ran through me, but especially to my cock which, almost instantly, sprang erect. He moved closer to me until I felt his cock against the cleft of my arse. Instinctively I pressed back against him and he started to give light kisses across my shoulders as I felt his cock hardening against me. I was startled both by how good it felt and how quickly I reacted. I moved forward slightly to break contact and then turned around to face him. I went to take a step across the slight gap between us but he stopped me by placing his hand firmly in the centre of my chest. I stood looking at him, I was breathing heavily and clearly aroused.
`Wait', was all he said.
He paused and, looking hard into my eyes, said `Are you really sure you want this to continue David'? he asked firmly.
I went to answer but he stalled me by placing his fingers on my lips.
`It's not just right now I'm talking about', he said, `it's the times after this when things move on. It is a different way of life which may not go on forever and something you will have to either live with or keep to yourself. Things will move on quite rapidly, even in the short time you have left here; things which I cannot predict but things which will evolve as you enter the world I inhabit. The club we've visited is the start of things, not the end. Much more can happen.
I listened intently, trying to take in all he'd said and the implication of more to come and of things I knew nothing about. How could I agree to the future when I was so ignorant and yet so desperately wanted to know?
Matthew saw the turmoil I was in and gave me another hint of what could be and therefore, another reason to stop.
`If you say no now, we can just stop, we can get dressed and we'll go out for dinner. We'll speak no more on what has passed between us and we won't go to the club together again.
However, if you want to carry on, we'll stay in and continue where we left off; you'll continue to spend the rest of the night naked and being tutored by me.'
The silence when he finished speaking was palpable.
`Tutored'? I asked
`Tutored', he repeated. `When you arrived I was quickly interested in you, even though I knew you were married' He paused, `I checked you out before you came over', he explained, responding to my quizzical look.
`How did you know that I would respond to you'? I asked.
`Instinct', he said.
I said nothing. My thoughts were in some sort of disorder. I'd been shocked how easily I'd fallen into this. A week ago, I would have thought the whole thing improbable. Now, the unknown lay ahead of me. I admitted to myself that I wanted to know what was yet to be.
`Yes', I said softly, and then raised my head to look directly at him. `Yes', I repeated, and then, `I want it to go on'.
`Whatever happens?' he asked.
I took a deep, slightly shuddering breath. `Yes'.
His only response was to hold my gaze for a couple of seconds and then turn away, walk across the room, pick up his drink and return to stand in front of me. He raised his glass.
`To whatever happens', he said, by way of a toast.
We touched glasses and then sipped our drinks.
`Now you can fetch your stuff from your room', he said.
I nodded and moved away from the window and put my glass on the side. He watched me in silence as I went to the bathroom and said nothing when I came out again with my trousers and shirt. I looked at him and stopped. He was looking intently at me, his eyes slightly narrowed. He gently shook his head from side to side.
`No', he said, very quietly.
I immediately understood.
I can't go to my room like this', I said, somewhat incredulously.
`Oh yes you can', he replied with a slight grin.
I went to reply but couldn't find the words. My heart was racing (yet again) both at the thought of doing it and, I have to admit, at the thought of actually doing it. Could I do this?
I dropped my clothes to the floor and stood there looking at him. After a couple of seconds I broke our gaze, reached down for my trousers and lifted them up in front of me. I looked back at him, then, after a slight pause, reached into the pocket and then let them fall to the floor again. I showed him the key card in my hand.
`I'll need this', I said.
He let out a long breath. `I thought you were going to refuse', he said.
`Why, did I have a choice'? I asked.
He just shook his head.
I turned towards the door.
`Wait', he said.
I stopped and turned around.
`The key card spoils the naked effect', he said, and held out his hand.
I simply handed it to him, wondering what was to come next.
`Turn around', he said.
I did as he asked. Matt moved closer to me and placed his hand on one cheek of my arse and pulled it slightly to one side. I felt a slight coldness and then he let go of me. I stood there with my key card held between the cheeks of my arse.
`That looks better', he said, `now that you have both hands free, you can go to your room'.
I turned to look at him.
`Off you go', was all he said.
I turned, slightly clamping my arse and walked to the door. I opened it very slightly and peered left down the corridor in the direction of my room. It appeared to me miles away. The corridor was clear; I opened the door a little wider so that I could put my head out to see down the corridor in the other direction, it was also clear. I quickly checked left again and then the other way. I glanced back at Matt.
`It's clear', I said.
`That's good', he said, and gently, but firmly, pushed me into the corridor, closing the door behind me.
I stood there for the briefest of moments. There was certainly no way back. I headed for my room at a brisk walk, whilst keeping my arse clamped to hold the key card. Then, behind me, I heard a door open. I stopped (why?) horrified and quickly glanced over my shoulder. Matt stepped into the corridor, grinning at me. I turned and continued my walk. As I did so, Matt emitted a low wolf-whistle. I hurried on. As I approached the bank of lifts I was conscious of the hum as they operated. As I drew level with them, one slowed and then stopped; I panicked slightly and rushed to get to my room. The key card slipped from my arse. I stooped to grab it just as the lift doors opened directly in front of me. I looked up - straight into the brightly lit and mirrored lift. It was empty. As I stood up, breathing a great sigh of relief, the doors closed and it continued on its way. I stood there for a second and then, hardly thinking, placed the key card between the cheeks of my arse, turned, and continued towards my room.
Walking carefully, I made it without dropping the key card again. Just as I got there, I heard the distant sound of the lift changing as it slowed down. I retrieved the key card and swiped it quickly through the slot in the lock. The light in the lock glowed red as the lift stopped. I swiped again, with the same result. Again the light glowed red; at the same moment, the lift doors slid open and I heard a man's voice. Telling myself to stay calm I swiped the card again with a deliberate slowness; the light glowed green as the lock clicked open. As I pushed the door open I briefly saw in my peripheral vision somebody exit the lift. I almost fell into the room as I heard another voice, this time a woman's, and the sound of footsteps. I closed the door, my heart thumping as I did so. I turned and looked through the spyglass in the door, just in time to see a man walk by closely followed by a woman; as she passed, she paused, looked briefly at my door and then carried on out of my vision. Had she seen me in the corridor?
After a minute or so, I'd calmed down. I went into the bathroom and picked up my wash bag and pulled on a bathrobe. I quickly checked to see if I needed anything else; deciding not, I turned for the door. As I reached it, the `phone rang. I hesitated; I let it ring for a short while and decided to pick it up.
`Hello', I answered hesitantly.
`Don't even think about dressing to return, echoed Matt's voice down the wire. `I'll send you back if you do'.
With a click, the line went dead. I shrugged off the bathrobe and went to the door. I opened it slightly to check the corridor, first one way and then pulling open the door a little more so that I could look down the other way. It was all clear. As I went to step out, I remembered my key card. I went to return into the room; then, the defiant side of my nature took over. I stepped out into the corridor and pulled the door firmly shut behind me. There was no way back now. It was my turn to wind-up Matthew.
I stood in the corridor now more conscious of my nakedness then before. The only sounds were the distant ones of the hotel going through its normal life. Faraway voices, the hum of the air-conditioners, the purr of the lifts. The air around my body felt good and I became aware of the thick carpet on the soles of my feet. I as I relaxed I felt my penis begin to swell. Then, as I stood there, I heard the click of a door lock. I went to move closer to the wall (I don't know why) as I looked in the direction of the sound. Matt stepped out into the corridor.
`Come on', he hissed impatiently.
I moved into the middle of the corridor and stood facing him, my legs slightly apart so that he could see my swollen penis. In the silence I became even more aroused at the awareness of being naked in a semi-public place. My penis rapidly became erect into a rigid cock; I turned slightly sideways to give Matt a better view. Standing like this, I looped the handle of my wash bag over it and slid it down to the root where it hung.
`Look', I called softly, `no hands'.
`Don't be a fool', hissed Matt, `quickly now'.
I started walking slowly towards him. As I reached one of the anonymous pictures on the wall that all hotels have, I stopped to look at it, standing away as if studying it thoughtfully.
`David!' Matt called as load as he dared.
I turned and continued on my way not hurrying and enjoying Matt's evident discomfort. Opposite the lifts was a huge arrangement of flowers; I paused to look at them and then moved to take in the scent of the tall lilies. As I did so, I became aware of the sound of an approaching lift. It started to slow and then sighed to a stop; as it did so Matt dived for the cover of his room and half closed the door leaving just enough gap for him to peer out. The doors slid open. I stayed still; in the distorted reflection of the polished brass wall plate behind the flower arrangement I saw a member of the hotel staff step out of the lift. With typical tact and diplomacy, he briefly looked but without any hesitation turned, and turned again into the adjacent stairwell and disappeared silently down the stairs. Behind me the doors slid shut and the lift continued on its ceaseless vertical journey.
Leaving the flowers I continued my slow walk, pausing to look at the occasional picture and, at the same time, give Matt a view of my rigid cock. As I approached his room and reached for the handle he pulled open the door, grabbed my outstretched arm and pulled me roughly into the room. As I cleared the door, he slammed it shut and then forcefully pushed be back against it.
`You stupid bastard', he said. `You'll get us thrown out of here'.
`Doubtful', I replied, `I don't think for a moment he would recognise me unless he studies guests' arses. Anyway, he's probably seen much worse'.
Matt looked at me still clearly cross. Then, without any warning, came towards me and slammed his lips to mine. It was such a rough kiss that our teeth ground together. He held it for a few seconds and then, just as suddenly stepped back. In the silence, I watched his anger subside. He grinned slightly.
`You need a shave you bristly bastard', he said.
I shaved as he showered as he said he wanted to watch me at the basin. I was turned on by watching his reflection in the mirror as his eyes roved over me, frequently returning to gaze steadily on my arse. I finished shaving and turned around to face him. His gaze dropped to my swollen cock; as he did so, I tightened the muscle in the root, expressing a large amount of precum which hung in a great teardrop before elongating and falling in a thread to the floor. Matt watched silently and then moved aside in the shower by way of a silent invitation to join him. The water was cool and felt good on my skin. I expected him to want to soap me but he just watched as I reached for the soap dispenser and started to soap my chest and arms. I lingered over it as I knew he was waiting for me to soap my cock. I kept him waiting before taking another handful of soap and then slowly soaping my hard cock and then my balls; after a short while I turned away and slid my soapy hands over and then between the cheeks of my arse.
`You'll need this', he said.
I turned to see him holding a flexible shower hose with a white plastic cylinder with a rounded end. Down the length of it, around 5 inches or so, ran shallow flutes with a series of small holes along the bottom of them. I looked quizzically at him and back at it. He moved his thumb to the base of it and pressed a small valve. Out of the holes flowed jets of warm and very soapy water. I realised then what it was for. As if he read my mind, Matt turned around and then reached behind him and deftly inserted the appliance into his arse. He pressed the valve and, following a slight pause, water gushed from his arse by way of the flutes. He stopped the water and pulled it out of his arse.
`Turn around', he said.
I did as I was asked and leaned on the wall of the shower with my arse pushed towards him. I heard the soap dispenser go and then felt his slippery hand between the cheeks of my arse as he soaped my opening. He moved his hand and I felt the head of the cylinder against my opening. He first pressed the valve and then pushed the cylinder into my entrance. A combination of the hot soapy water and my willingness to take it in made it easy to take the cylinder fully inside me. The sensation was most pleasant; the water gushing into me and then finding its way back out via the flutes. Matt made it more pleasurable by slowly working it in and out of me a few times. He held it in for a few seconds longer and then pulled it clear of me.
`All clean now', he said as I turned around to face him. You'll notice I haven't washed my cock yet'.
I hadn't noticed but was glad of the opportunity to touch him as I was now highly charged and looking for some contact. I took a double handful of soap and then knelt down in front of him. I soaped his stomach and thighs before taking hold of his swollen penis at its root and then pulling my hand along its length and then back again to take in his balls in one movement. He became hard very quickly and I heard his sharp intake of breath through his teeth as I slid my hands along his length. I teased him a little by soaping his thighs again, letting his cock stand out towards me untouched.
From my kneeling position I reached up and placed my hand in the centre of his chest and pushed him slightly away. This succeeded in diverting the cascade from the shower over his chest and washing away the soap from his body. I held him there for a few seconds and then removed my hand. His body swayed back towards me and I simply opened my mouth as his cock came nearer. His hands held either side of my head as his cock slid easily into my mouth. I'm not sure at this point who was the most turned on of the two of us.
I gripped his shaft to restrict the length I could take into my mouth. I twice milked it of precum, savouring the slipperiness of it and the taste of salt in my mouth. Then I did the same to him as my wife does to me; following my hand up and down his cock with my mouth. I only managed this for a short while as he quickly pulled free from me.
`It's too much', he gasped. Then, `I don't want to cum yet; I'm saving it for later'.
He reached up and turned off the shower. He got out and then handed me a towel; I stepped out and we both dried off.
`I'd like another drink, would you'? he asked. I nodded agreement.
`Great', he said. `I'll have the same as before'.
I realised I'd been slipped back into the role of naked servant. I didn't mind in the least as I got a turn-on from it and somehow felt in some sort of control; much the same feeling as I'd had in the corridor earlier. I walked into the room and retrieved the glasses we'd used previously. They didn't look too clean so I stooped down to take clean ones from the cupboard, then, remembering his instructions earlier, I stood straight legged and bent over with my arse and balls in full view of the room. When I stood and turned around to head for the fridge, he was stood in the room wearing his bathrobe which he'd left untied revealing tantalising glimpses of his body.
I went to the fridge, retrieved the bottle, scooped some ice into both glasses and covered them with a generous splash of vodka. I walked over to Matt and handed him a glass. He took it from me and then held it up in an invitation to touch glasses.
`To a great evening', he said.
`To a great evening', I replied.
`Let's go to the window David'.
I put my drink on the low table and walked over to the window. I stood leaning on the safely bar looking out. I felt the cold of the bar and the granite floor acutely in my heightened state of awareness and excited expectation. I watched his reflection in the window as he moved out of my sight and then back into it again. He had exchanged his glass for the bottle of lube which he'd placed in the left hand pocket of his open bathrobe. His reflection disappeared as he moved directly behind me.
As before, now seemingly and age away, I first felt the warmth of his breath on my shoulder and then sensation as he lightly placed his lips on my right shoulder in the gentlest of a kiss. He put his left arm around me and onto my left nipple, taking it between his fingers and gently squeezed it. As he did so, I felt his cock against the cleft of my arse and I pressed back against him. Reaching behind me, I spread the cheeks of my arse. His hardening cock sprang into the gap; I let go of them, softly clamping it. He squeezed my nipple slightly harder and I reacted by tightening the grip of my arse around his cock. Matt very gently, nipped the skin of my shoulder with his teeth. My cock rapidly hardened, as did his.
He ceased squeezing my nipple and placed his hands on either side of my hips. Still clamped in my arse, he pulled slightly backwards. I moved with him so as not to lose contact. He moved again and I followed. I knew where this was leading. I gripped the safety bar and pressed my arse against him, moving him back now so that I was leaning forward on the bar with my back at an angle, my legs apart and my willing arse prominent. Looking down between my extended arms, I could see my refection mirrored in the polished granite floor, my swollen cock and hanging, heavy, balls. I marvelled at my shameless desire.
Matt separated the cheeks of my arse, releasing his cock. Moving slightly to his left, his refection in the window moved into my vision. His left hand reached into the pocket of his bathrobe and re-emerged holding the lube bottle. His hand moved out of my vision behind be; seconds later, I felt the warmth of lube running across the top of my protruding arse. His left hand came back into view as I felt his right hand on my back and then slide down onto the lube. Gently, he began to massage the lube over the top of my arse. As he massaged, he slowly moved lower and then onto each cheek. He stopped and reached into his pocket for the lube.
He poured it over the top of my arse again. Then, he pulled a cheek aside and poured the lube into the cleft. I felt the warmth of it flow across my arse opening and then over my balls, dripping from there onto the floor; some ran down the insides of my legs. He pocketed the bottle and starting massaging me again. I gave a slight shudder of anticipation. He ran his hand over my lubricated arse and then between the cheeks from top to bottom, over my balls, pausing to roll them around in his hand, and then along my hard cock. I was now roused with excitement and eagerness. He moved his hand back over my arse cheeks, between them and over my balls and cock for a short while, then, with the slightest of a pause, pressed a fingertip against the opening of my arse. I tensed.
`Relax', he whispered.
Willing myself to do so must have had some noticeable effect as he was able to enter me a little more. He waited until I had accepted the end of his finger and then pushed it further inside me until I felt his knuckles against my arse. He pulled his finger half out and squirted lube over it and me. He slid it back in with little effort, held it there and then started slow movements in and out. It felt so good; I relaxed and his movements became easier as I willingly accepted his finger and found myself pleasurably waiting for it to penetrate me again. After a little while, Matt stopped with his finger fully inside me and then slowly withdrew it. In the reflection, I saw him reach for the bottle again.
I felt the nozzle against the opening and then the rounded end of it pushed inside. I sensed the rush of warm liquid flood into me as he squeezed the bottle. He pulled it out of me and moved to the side of me where I could see him. He poured some lube over his hard cock; from my lowered vantage point it looked huge. He pocketed the lube and then shrugged of his open bathrobe, letting it fall to the floor. As I watched, he slowly spread the lube over his cock. He did this for a short while until it stood out from him in a glistening pole. Then he moved to stand behind me. After a few seconds, I felt the head of his cock pressed against my opening.
It was much the same sensation as the first time when we were in the bath. He entered me and stopped at the first hint of my arse involuntarily clamping shut. He waited as I acclimatised to the intrusion. Then, as before, he pushed slightly harder and waited for me to relax. With a force of will, egged on by lust, I relaxed and his cock slid into me past the temporary obstruction. I gasped slightly as it did so but this time more out of pleasurable surprise than discomfort; his stomach against my arse exacerbating the feeling of depth inside me. He stayed there not moving allowing me to relax further.
I did so by looking beyond the reflection in the darkened window; looking down on the distant movement far below me. My sensations were acute and I could make out the distant hum of traffic and see the lights of the Star ferries crossing to the mainland. I was conscious of looking down on all of this whilst a man filled my arse and how I, never in a million years, would have thought the situation possible.
`Penny for your thoughts', he said, breaking into my reverie.
I went to say something, I know not what, when I realised that I was now completely relaxed. Matt must have felt the same as he withdrew his cock and then slid it back into me. He paused, withdrew it again and then pressed it back inside me. The movement served to spread the lube and indicate to us both that I was totally relaxed. Matt withdrew again and then back into me: he didn't pause this time however. Slowly and gently, he started to fuck me.
All manner of senses overwhelmed me. The incredulity of what was actually taking place, after a lifetime of thinking this was a bad thing, the pleasurable feeling of his cock sliding over the root of mine where it was buried in my arse (my prostate?), his hands gripping my hips as he pulled himself into me and, I have to now admit to myself, my own rhythm as I eagerly pushed back against his incoming cock. I was hooked.
He stopped twice to retrieve the lube, both time inserting into my arse. It felt warm and I enjoyed the feeling as it rushed in and then leaked out of my opening, stopped only by Matt as he penetrated me. After the second time we were in a mutual rhythm and there was no further need for more lube. As he drove into me I pushed back against him; my half-hard but swollen cock swung around leaking a stream of precum which hung in crystal clear thread from the end of it to where it had stuck to my legs. I looked down into the dark reflection in the granite floor where I could just make out the sight of Matt's cock moving in and out of me. The area was covered in drops of lube and smaller drops of my precum. I found it most erotic, the sight of his cock sliding into me at the same time as I could feel it.
I don't know how long we were joined; probably not for so long as we were both wound up in the newness of each other. Matt's strokes began to speed up and also became shorter. I clamped my arse to keep him in contact with me; as I did so, his strokes became faster and I was conscious of his breathing coming in short gasps. Then, with one massive thrust, he buried himself deeply inside me, seeming far deeper that so far. I clamped my arse around him as he let out a shuddering gasp and I felt a seemingly huge wave of warmth fill my arse, and then another, and another. His hands gripped my hips with great strength as he let out a huge and prolonged groan pressing so hard against me that it took all the strength in my arms to stop him pushing me against the widow the other side of the safety bar.
`Fucking hell', he muttered again and again as the spasms subsided and then ceased.
We both stayed still and silent as his breathing quietened. After a few minutes, the combination of his softening cock and my arse clamped around it served to gently squeeze him out of me. I felt a short flood of warmth as his cum leaked from me before my arse clamped shut, stemming the flow. I slowly stood upright and turned to face him. Neither of us said anything, we didn't need to. We moved to hold each other and kissed. I must admit here that it was a loving kiss; it was gentle and full of warmth, our tongues met, exploring each other's mouth. His penis was wet against my now stiffening one. We kissed like this for a little while. When we mutually broke it, Matt spoke.
`I need to sit down before I fall down', he said. He reached past me and stooped to retrieve his bathrobe from the floor. He draped it over his shoulders and then reached forward, took my hand and led me towards the two sofas.
I shuddered slightly as the heat of our lust cooled.
`Get your bathrobe David', Matt said. `Don't be cold'.
I went to the bathroom, grabbed the bathrobe, put it on and loosely tied it, wondering when my time to cum would be; I was in no hurry. When I returned to the room, Matt was sat on one of the sofas with our drinks on the small square table between them. I sat on the opposite sofa and picked up my drink. I raised it towards him and he responded by reaching forward to touch glasses.
`That was something else Dave', he said.
`It certainly was', I answered inadequately.
We drank in silence for a while and I decided to change direction.
`How do I get to become a member of the club?' I asked.
`With some difficulty', he said, `It's by recommendation and then solely the chairman's casting decision. It's only after one is accepted that one understands what his criteria are for selection. Discretion is paramount, not through any sense of shame, more a case of other people's perceptions'.
`Have I seen the chairman?' I asked.
`He was there once when you were but you didn't see him and we didn't tell you'
`Oh well,' I said, `It's not as if I have much longer here and anyway, I probably won't be returning'.
`You never know', he replied, `It may happen'
We talked on and off for nearly an hour about all manner of things. Eventually, whilst getting us another drink, dimming the room lights as he did so, Matt skilfully brought the conversation around to us. As we sat there sipping our drinks he asked me how I felt about what had happened. I tried to explain about my surprise at feelings and the sweeping aside of all my prejudices. As I talked and he listened, I became aware of becoming aroused at the thought of what had gone before. I found myself glancing at the opening of his bathrobe which had parted to lay either side of his legs, but short of exposing his penis. He told me it had been a very long time since he had any relationship but had noticed me when we'd met in the UK office some time ago and he'd planned to get me out to Hong Kong. He rested his head on the back of the sofa as he spoke, not looking at me. I took the opportunity to steal a look at his parted bathrobe; it had moved aside enough to see his penis. It was half-hard, glistening slightly from the lube. He looked bloody good as he leaned back.
`What made you think I'd come and be here like this with you?' I asked, my voice lifting an octave with my rising excitement.
`I didn't', he said, `I just knew I wanted you'.
To this day I don't know why I did what I did. It was a spontaneous act borne out of a myriad of feelings. I undid my bathrobe and slid forward so that my arse was on the edge of the sofa and to one side of the table separating us. In this half laying position, I pulled both knees up to my chest, exposing my arse directly to him.
`Like this?' I asked.
He looked and me for a second or so in surprise and then sat up straight.
`You fucking tart', he said as he tipped forward to the floor and onto his knees, landing directly in front of me.
I reached for his hardened cock and pulled him towards me. Whether is was the lube remaining on him or on me or his cum still inside me or a combination of it all I didn't know. All I can say is that as Matt put his hands on my knees to hold them up, I guided his cock to my opening and he entered me fully in one movement. It felt as if his cock would go into me for ever as I expanded to take him. The excitement was intense and I gasped out aloud. He grinned at me.
`Scream you fucking whore' he said and proceeded to roughly fuck me.
It was consensual rape by any another name. He ploughed into me and I grabbed his head, pulled it down to mine and kissed him fiercely. He reacted like a man possessed, roughly banging into me - and I loved it.
It didn't last long. His strokes got shorter and his breathing laboured as he struggled not to cum. I clamped my arse tightly and all vestiges of his control vanished. He came with a roar and one last thrust into me. I felt the spurt of his cum hit me inside; it felt powerful and hot. He clamped his lips to mine as the contractions subsided, getting gentler as they did so. By the time he had finished we were kissing the lightest of kisses, our lips barely touching. He let go of my legs and placed his hands either side of my shoulders. I put my legs down, the action of which served to eject his soft penis from me.
`Now it's your turn', he said, `don't go away'.
He rose and retrieved the bottle of lube. He came back and looked down at me.
`Lie on your back', he said softly.
I stretched myself along the length of the sofa, my head on a cushion, my bathrobe spread out beneath me, my cock hard and standing at an angle to my stomach. I could feel its hardness straining the skin. I don't think I'd ever had such an erection. Matt upturned the bottle and ran a stream of lube along the exposed underside of my cock. He put down the bottle, retuned to sit beside me and took my cock into his hand. He slowly massaged it, spreading the lube as he did so. Wiping his hand on his bathrobe, he rose and then knelt astride me. He paused and then reached behind, grasping my cock. Gently, he lowered himself until I felt the cheeks of his arse brushing the head of my cock. They parted as he guided my cock to its destination. As I felt the opening of his arse on the end of my cock, Matt stopped lowering himself and removed his hand. Keeping me in contact with him, he leaned forward and placed his hands lightly on my shoulders. He looked down at me and smiled.
`Enjoy', he said, and let his full weight down upon me.
His arse tore down the length of my lubricated cock. In an instant I was fully inside him with my balls hard up against his arse. I couldn't comprehend how easily and quickly he'd taken me in. He paused for a short while as his weight allowed my cock to penetrate him fully. I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything but how we were, anything to stop me cumming. Gradually I brought my sensations under some sort of control and relaxed, the feelings of prematurely cumming subsiding. I opened my eyes; Matt was looking down at me. He smiled and gently lifted his weight, his arse sliding up my cock until just the tip of it remained inside him. Then, very slowly, he slid down the length of my cock again, paused and then rose. Slowly, he began to build to a gentle rhythm.
He was a skilful and attentive lover, watching me closely, stopping every time he felt I was going to cum. Over the next twenty minutes or so, stopping twice to lubricate me, he took me to the point of cumming, only to deny me the pleasure I so wanted. He stopped a third time and lubricated me once more. Expertly he bestrode me and effortlessly took me inside him without using his hand to guide me into him. He paused when he had me fully inside him, smiled at me again and continued his rhythm. I knew then that he wasn't going to stop. Without taking his eyes from my face, he continued to gently ride me.
It didn't last for long. I felt the tremors heralding by lack of control, and so did Matt. He picked up his pace slightly, not much, just enough to signal that he was going to let me cum. And I did. Firstly, just the initial weak spasm and then, accompanied by my strangled voice, a rush so intense it bordered on the painful. I felt cum leap from my cock, followed by another, equally intense as the first. I involuntarily sat up and made a grab for Matt's shoulders. He pulled me to him and I buried by face in his neck, letting out muffled gasps as each jet of cum left me.
`Let it go, fill me. Let it go, fill me' he repeated softly over and over again each time a spasm hit me.
Gradually, the intensity of feelings subsided and my racing heart slowed. We clung to each other until I was at last still, and then for a little while after. I let go of Matt and he relaxed his hold on me. I pulled back to look at him; he just looked back at me with the merest hint of a smile playing on his lips. Then, for the first time, I kissed him lovingly. This time it had feeling; this time is was the kiss between two lovers. I felt both elated and slightly strange. I felt as if I had crossed an invisible divide. I had admitted to Matt and myself that this had moved from a physical liaison onto another plane.
`Stay here tonight?' he asked.
I nodded assent.
`Good', he said softly.
He shifted slightly and my softened cock slid from him. Standing, he held his hand out to me. I reached for it and pulled myself up. Still holding my hand, he turned. Together we headed for the bathroom.
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A Welcome Return. Part 3.
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A Welcome Return. Part 3
September came and went without meeting, just e-mail contact. My work was the reason I couldn't get down to visit Pete any earlier and eventually, a couple of weeks into October, I floated the idea to my wife that I'd like visit Wales again before winter setting in. She readily agreed and I contacted Pete to see if it was convenient for me to visit for a couple of days. I said that I could do a couple of days during the week rather than the weekend if that was suitable for him. He replied that it was and that he would be only too pleased to see me.
I set off quite early in the day hoping to be with him by lunchtime. The weekday traffic was light and arrived at about midday. As I drew at his cottage door opened and he came out to greet me. I got out of the car and he insisted on carrying my bag in for me. He indicated that I went in first and he followed me in, closed the door, dropped my bag on the floor and, in a move that surprised me, unhesitatingly kissed me fully on my mouth.
`My God, I've missed you.' He said softly.
`I've missed you too Pete,' I said `I'm sorry is taken so long; I have been so busy but I couldn't leave it any longer as I wanted to get here before the end of autumn.'
He asked me if I was hungry. I said I wasn't and then he looked directly at me and asked if we go to bed right now. I asked if he wanted a shower first. He just shook his head and said he couldn't wait and wanted the raw taste of me. He turned and went upstairs and I followed.
It was a race who got undressed first. We fell onto the bed and immediately Pete went down on my hardening penis, taking it straight into his mouth, moaning softly as he did so. He paused and then pulled me nearly all the way out before plunging his head down on me again. He did this a couple of times more and then took me fully out of his mouth.
`I needed that.' He gasped, and then plunged me into his mouth again.
He didn't stop again even I told him I was about to cum. As I erupted into his mouth, he grunted and milked my penis in time with each spasm. When I had finished, he let me fall out of his mouth, moved on top of me and kissed me. After a couple minutes or so he rolled off and we lay side-by-side.
`It wasn't quite the immediate welcome I expected.' I said, smiling at him. `However, it was the most pleasant one I've had.'
I moved down the bed pausing to gently pinch each of his nipples in turn between my lips. I continued on down and took him into my mouth, tasting the saltiness of his precum. When he was hard, I moved to sit astride him and he slid effortlessly into me as I lowered myself onto him. Wordlessly, and as I looked into his eyes and smiled, I moved gently up and down upon him; I didn't pause or change my pace, I just kept moving and watching his face looking for the signs until eventually I could see that he was going to cum. As his penis jerked inside me with his first spasm, I let my weight rest completely upon him, burying him as deep in me as he was able. I felt the warm rush of his cum as it entered me and I revelled in the intimacy of the feeling.
Once he had stilled, I leaned forward and we kissed gently for half a minute or so until my arse muscles rejected his softening penis. I lifted myself clear of him and suggested we take a shower.
We showered together soaping each other and then drying each other off. By the time we were dried and dressed, the daylight was starting to fade. I suggested that I walk to the village and pickup something to cook the supper. He quickly agreed suggested a couple of items and I headed off.
I picked up all the items plus a couple of bottles of wine; as I turned to leave the shop I thought I recognised someone on the opposite side of the road. After a brief uncertainty I realised that it was Alan, whom I had met on a previous visit; his appearance had changed in that his hair was very much shorter, almost shaved. I raised my hand in recognition; he hesitated and then obviously recognised me and raised his hand in return. I crossed the road, shook his hand and said hello, explaining that I was down for a couple of days and I just popped out to get things for our evening meal. For some reason, the thought crossed my mind to ask him to join us but then I instantly dismissed it as being inappropriate to ask somebody to another person's house. We exchanged pleasantries for a couple of minutes and I then took my leave and headed back Pete's house.
When I got back I told Pete that I'd met Alan. He replied, somewhat obliquely, that he'd started to tutor Alan as he had mentioned last time I had visited. I asked him how it was going and he said quite well but he was still a little nervous and remained tainted by the unpleasant experience he had previously. I suggested that Pete asked Alan to join us this evening for supper; he knew I was here so it would be a perfectly natural thing to do. He hesitated and then, almost reluctantly, agreed. He went out into the hall and made a call and came back and said Alan would be pleased to come and would be here at around seven.
It turned out to be a most pleasant evening. The food was good, as was the company and the more the wine flowed, the livelier and more open conversation became. Alan expanded upon his studies and praised the tutorship of Peter who reacted with somewhat embarrassed pride and responded that Alan was a model student. There was one small hiatus however, when Peter asked me where I'd put the first draft of the novel he was writing. I replied casually that I'd returned it to our bedroom where I'd found it. The use of `our' instead of `your' was not lost on Alan who I notice flushed a little and he stammered over the next few sentences but Peter didn't appear to notice. However, conversation picked up again as Alan asked about the novel and Peter told him a little about it and that he was taking the first draft to a prospective publisher the day after tomorrow when I was going to drop him off at the railway station as I left to return home.
Eventually we all agreed that we'd had enough to eat and took our brandies and coffee through to the sitting room where earlier I had lit a fire in the grate. Autumn was rapidly drawing in and the day had been noticeably cooler.
After an hour or so, Alan realised the time and how late it had got and said he should leave. As he was preparing to go we became aware that the night had not only turned cold but it was raining heavily so I offered to take him home. He hesitated, asking if I was okay to drive as we had quite a bit to drink. I said I appreciated his concerns but I take the small chance and I was quite prepared to drive him home.
He said his goodbye and thanked Peter and we set off for the short journey. No sooner had I pulled out onto the main road than he asked me quite directly if he'd heard me correctly during the evening and that Peter and I shared a room when I visited. I told him quite candidly that we did and it was an arrangement that we were both mutually content with. I explained that Peter wanted discretion and I, being married, did too. He was silent for a while until, equally directly, I asked him if he felt uncomfortable about the arrangement? He hesitated and then replied that he didn't feel uncomfortable about it at all. He paused for a second and said that in fact, he rather envied us. I said nothing further and neither did he.
I pulled into the darkened parking area by his house. He explained his parents were away and he was on his own for the next few days. As he reached for the door handle I placed my hand on his arm.
`Why do you envy us both?' I asked him.
He thought from moment, and then said, `It looks like you have a nice relationship. You are both clearly comfortable in one another's company and have the security of knowing that your arrangement is confidential. I find Peter most appealing both in his kind manner and his gentleness.'
He hesitated and then continued.
`Also, he clearly enjoys your company and having spent an evening with you I can appreciate why. So that's why I envy you both, both together and singly; I envy you spending the night with Peter and I envy Peter spending the night with you.'
He stopped and was silent for several seconds; I didn't break the silence because I felt there was something he wanted to add. He turned and reached for the door handle again then stopped and turned to face me.
`I would gladly change places with either of you tonight.' He said, and turned to go.
`Wait.' I said.
He turned to face me again. He anticipated my intention. He moved slightly toward me as I moved closer to him and kissed him. His evident hunger took me by surprise; he returned my kiss fiercely his tongue pressing between my lips. As I responded his hand felt for, and strongly gripped, my rapidly hardening penis. After a few seconds he released my cock and took hold of my right hand and pulled it on to his crotch. I had forgotten how much harder a young man's erection can be, not only that, it felt surprisingly large. I stroked his cock for few seconds until he quickly broke our kiss, grabbed my hand and pushed it away. He let go of my hand and flopped back into the passenger seat breathing heavily, almost gasping for breath. The whole episode had lasted not much longer than half a minute or so.
I said nothing as I collected my thoughts together and Alan's breathing quietened.
`That wasn't meant to happen David, sorry.' He said quietly.
`You don't have to apologise.' I said. `I instigated it.' I hesitated and Alan waited silently, anticipating that I had something to add.
`Would you have wished it to be Peter rather than me?' I asked.
`Right now, it could have gladly been either of you. I was envious of you both this evening just seeing how well you both naturally get on together. You are both so at ease in each other's company.' He hesitated, and then continued `When I realised that you both share the same bed I was hit by confusion and jealousy. Confusion because I was admiring you both as regular sort of guys, but also jealousy, as I have to admit to my increasing feelings toward Peter, feelings which I thought would not be welcomed by him. And now you've beaten me to it.'
Again he went to leave the car and again I asked him to wait. I was silent as I carefully chose my words.
`Remember Alan, the relationship between Pete and me is occasional. I have only recently stayed with him and with the full knowledge and consent of my wife; however, she clearly is unaware of our relationship. You, on the other hand, are here all the time and are being tutored by Pete. He is clearly relaxed in your company and you are comfortable in his. In his past he had a very bad experience by mistaking the signals given out by a younger man and he will be reluctant to ever make such a move again. If you would like to build some sort of relationship with Peter then it will be up to you to make it quite clear to him that it is what you would like. There is no point in being ambiguous or coy; he will need an explicit signal from you as he will never make the first move.'
`And what about you, David?' He asked.
`I am quite relaxed about it. It will be some time before I or my wife would legitimately head down here again, probably not until Easter at least. I have no claim on Pete and we both appreciate the situation we are in can only be temporary. My advice to you is to make a careful but unambiguous move towards Peter. He will not expect me to return any time soon which will give you both time to form some sort of bond. If it happens, that will be good and I won't interfere or ask to visit him again. We do talk quite frequently on the `phone in between my visits so I will get hints from him if things take off, or otherwise, between you two.'
`Thank you David,' he said, `I appreciate you being so candid. And now I shouldn't delay you any further.' He reached the door handle again and this time opened the door. He got out and turned around to close the door. Has he did so, he lent down and peered back into the car. `Would you like to call in here and have coffee with me after taking Peter to the station before you head for home?'
`That's very kind of you Alan, I'd like that very much.' I said.
He closed the door and I turned the car around and headed off back to Peter's cottage. On the short journey back I mused over the conversation and the kiss - especially the kiss.
When I arrived back at the cottage I was still highly aroused and wet with precum. I locked the car and walked into the house. The hall and kitchen were in darkness. I locked the outside door; as my eyes accustomed to the gloom I could make out features toward the sitting-room where the fire was still obviously lit. I assumed that Peter had gone to bed in the meantime; I peered into the room to see if the fire was safe to be left for the night.
`I was going to dress for you before you got back but this is as far as I got.' He said softly. `Actually, I'm rather pissed.'
The room was lit only by the flames from the fire. He lay stretched on his back on the rug in front of the fire, his shoulders and head supported by three or four pillows. The flames gave a wonderful warm glow to his naked body and I noticed the shadow his erection cast across his hips. Wordlessly, he reached behind him and pulled out another pillow and placed it with the others. I undressed without taking my eyes from him, marvelling how good he looked. He gave a sharp intake of breath as my cock sprang free from the restraints of my briefs. He lifted his brandy glass in a silent toast to it, smiled and sipped at the glass. He reached to one side and picked up my glass, still full, and offered it to me.
I knelt down beside him and took the glass. We touched glasses and each took a sip of the warm brandy. I held my glass low down and taking hold of my hard cock dipped it fully into the glass and gave the brandy a couple of swirls and then placed the glass on the hearth. I turned to him and put my brandy soaked cock into his mouth. He let out a low moan as he sucked hungrily upon it and I revelled in the warmth of his mouth and the sensation of his tongue across the head of it.
He pulled me out of his mouth. `Do that again David, please.'
I repeated it twice more and then pulled away.
`Give me your glass David.'
I handed it to him and he in return offered me his. He raised his glass.
`To us and here's to another great night together.'
We touched glasses and both finished our respective brandy in one generous gulp.
I reached for his empty glass, took it from him and put them to one side on the hearth. I got up and put another couple of logs onto the fire. I stood for a few seconds over him slowly stroking myself and spreading my copious precum over the head of my penis until it glistened in the light of the fire. I sat down on the floor by him and then lay over him and kissed him firmly on his lips. It was my hope that this would be the prelude to some good raw sex; it was more than just at the sight of Peter naked on the floor in front of the fire, I was still aroused by the encounter with Alan.
What followed was indeed some good sex. There was a lot of close body contact with hard kissing. We rolled, fondled, squeezed, gripped, probed, bit and sucked in completely uninhibited passion. To an observer it would have looked as if we are wrestling or fighting for real; in fact, it was driven by nothing more than unbounded lust. Occasionally each would tease the opening of the other's arse with the heads of our wet cocks then we would breakaway to resume our tumbling with each other.
The evening ended with both of us showering together. Peter lent back against the wall with a smile on his face as I washed his torso and then shampooed my cum out of his hair. I lent forward onto the wall Peter washed my back and cleaned the cleft of my arse where he had cum inadvertently when he teased me with his cock. Afterwards, we dried each other and went up to our room. We lay together for a few minutes holding each other. Peter reached up and gently kissed me and fondled my penis; I think he was a little surprised that I reacted almost immediately. He slid down the bed and I felt the warmth of his lips around my cock. He sucked me very gently for a couple of minutes before I stopped him and pulled him back up beside me. I reached into the bedside cabinet and pulled out the lube; as I did so he rolled over face down. I lubricated his opening and then pushed a finger inside him; he moaned softly and pushed back against it. I spread a little more lube over my penis and knelt between his parted legs. As I went to lay on top of him, he reached behind him and guided my penis to the opening of his arse. I gave a couple of short strokes and then was fully into him.
We lay still for a while and then, over not a little time, we made love.
We awoke late in the morning. We hadn't planned to do anything for the day but I felt the need for some air and exercise and Pete agreed, but on one condition he said. As he said it turned over on his back and kicked off the sheets to expose his rigid cock. I smiled and said it was a deal and then spent a pleasurable few minutes making love to his cock with my mouth. He gasped my name as the moment arrived but I didn't move and tasted the rush of his warm cum into my mouth. After I milked the last of it from him, I moved up the bed and lay on top of him and we kissed. After a minute or so he said that I'd kept my part of the bargain and yes, let's get up and get out into the hills.
On the way out we saw Alan but he didn't see us. I remarked to Peter what a pleasant evening we had last night and what a nice guy Alan is. He gave a noncommittal reply but I know I saw a quick look of pleasure flash across his face. We parked and took our usual walk across the hill but moving quite quickly towards the pub as it was cold and we needed to keep moving. We had on reasonable wet gear so we were warm enough and it only rained intermittently. We have a decent lunch at the pub, a couple of beers and then set off almost immediately back to the car as already the light was changing and neither of us had any desire to be in the Welsh hills at night. As we drove back I asked Pete if he would like me to get some food for dinner that I could cook, but he said he'd already got enough in so we headed straight to his cottage.
After we had showered, Peter asked what I would like for dinner and rattled off a few suggestions. I turned in reply and said I would like to cook our meal and light the fire in the sitting room; in the meantime, I would like him to dress especially for me for the evening.
`Would you genuinely like that, David?' He asked.
`I would Peter, very much. Take your time, there's no rush, take as long as you like.'
I handed him a large class of chilled white wine. He smiled, and took it from me and then turned and headed out of the kitchen and I heard him ascend the stairs.
He took me at my word and by the time I heard him walking back toward the kitchen I had completed most of the cooking meal and also imbibed a couple of large glasses of wine. So much so, that I'd opened another to have with our meal.
I heard his footsteps coming along the hall and then stop in the doorway but he said nothing; I slowly turned around trying not to appear too eager. The sight of him certainly was worth the wait.
His longer hair had been clipped back revealing a pair of long hanging glass earrings. An impossibly tight white T-shirt had some form to it, giving him the appearance of having very small breasts. Between the hem of the T-shirt and the belt of an impossibly short miniskirt was exposed a good six inches of midriff. The skirt ended a couple of inches below the slight bulge of this constrained penis. I could just slightly see the top this hold-up stockings; I allowed my gaze to follow the line of his legs to incredibly high-heeled shoes. The overall effect was quite literally breathtaking; the shoes gave him a height equal to mine. The tight T-shirt skirt gave the impression of slenderness accentuated by the small hint of breasts. I looked, clearly in awe, and was genuinely dumbstruck.
He walked slowly towards me, his heels clicking seductively on the stone floor, and stopped a foot or so away from me. He stood looking at me for a second and then stepped toward me placing his hands on my shoulders and pulled me towards him. We kissed softly for a few seconds and then he let me go and stepped back.
`Aren't you going to say anything?' He said, smiling mischievously.
I shook my head slightly. `Amazing, absolutely bloody amazing.' I said somewhat inadequately. I moved towards him but he took a step back.
`Patience.' He said smiling. `Later. You can have me later.'
And so by mutual agreement we continued to prepare our evening meal. I finished the cooking whilst Peter set the table and poured some more wine. I was struck how feminine his movements were and how assured he was and comfortable in his manner of dressing. As we ate, conversation was quite natural; he asked about my wife and about my work and I in turn asked about his tutoring. When I mentioned the tutoring, he arched his eyes slightly looking quite coy and I felt then that there was a little more than he cared to admit about his feelings between him and Alan. It genuinely felt as being sat across the table and talking to a woman. I was enthralled by his confidence and feminine movements such as slowly shaking his head and eyeing me archly almost in a flirting manner. It was an evening of promise, of things to come and I was in no hurry to finish the meal, after all, we had all night. Also, in my mind I was formulating some thoughts which had gathered in my head and which grew stronger and more resolved as the evening progressed.
After a couple of hours we finished the meal. I suggested to Peter that he checked the fire in the sitting room as I cleared the table. He rose slowly and I was reminded pleasurably the added height that his shoes gave him. He also, rather decorously, adjusted the hem of the skirt which had ridden up as he sat giving me a glimpse of the tops of his hold-up stockings. As walked away from me he looked over shoulder and caught me gazing at him; he gave a wonderful smile and then turned and walked away. I cleared the table and went to join him in the sitting room.
He was sitting by the fire in one of the wooden high backed chairs. He was sitting slightly sideways with his legs crossed, his arms resting on the arms of the chair. At first sight, and with only the flames of fire giving light to the room, anyone could have been forgiven for thinking they were looking at tall, slender and elegant woman. I sat down opposite him in the larger chair and raised my glass in his direction. I told him again how lovely he looked and thanked him for making such an effort just for me. He smiled and said the taken great pleasure in dressing for me.
There was a moment of silence as we sipped our wine and he placed his empty glass on the hearth and stood up. He stood looking at me for a short while as I admired him from my sitting position. He then slowly walked to my chair and turned around and sat down softly in my lap. I put my glass down and slid my arm around him and pulled him gently to one side and we kissed; as we did so his free hand slid on my chest across my shoulder and to the back of my head holding me there as our tongues met. It was a most sensual kiss, one full of latent passion and my excitement arose, as did my erection. Peter must have felt it as he moaned slightly and squirmed slightly, pressing himself to me. As we kissed I slid my hand up and across his chest pausing slightly at the slight swell and feel of his `breasts'. He broke the kiss and pulled slightly away.
`Do you like them?' He murmured.
`Very much.' I whispered.
We kissed and fondled for a while and then I slowly slid my hand up his leg and under the skirt. The reason for the slight bulge showing through his skirt became apparent; he was wearing what appeared to be a very tight pair of briefs. He broke our kiss and stood up. He took a couple of paces away and then turned to face me; as he did so he undid the belt of his skirt and let it fall to the floor where he deftly, and in his feminine way, stepped out of it and kicked it to one side.
`I wanted to look feminine for you so I chose these; they are specially made for just this purpose. Do you like them?'
I nodded. They certainly did look good. They must have been latex or some such material as they looked impossibly tight, all but concealing the bulge of his penis. As I looked he put his thumb into the waistband at either hip and went to pull them down.
`Wait!' I said, `I'll undress you when I'm good and ready.'
`I love the macho side of you, David.' I noticed how his voice wavered when he said it. I decided then that I was going to direct what was to come.
Initially, it wasn't domination insomuch that I took the lead by mutual consent. Lit only by the light from the fire, and in total contrast to the previous evening, we had silent and tender sex. It was passionate not so much physically but of two people comfortable enough with each other to feel able to express their feelings frankly. I was the more directional rather by implication than directness as I is either lay on Peter of pulled him on top of me although we mutually turned around and lay side-by-side to suck and fondle each other. He particularly enjoyed it when I lay him on his back and then knelt over him and offered my penis to his mouth before I lent forward and took his penis in my mouth; from his reaction, I think it appealed to his desire for another take control. This was all done virtual silence.
I rolled off him and sat beside him. I was completely naked. I had removed his latex briefs but had left the stockings and the T-shirt; the latter because I enjoyed the swell and the hint of breasts. I took hold of his penis, milked a globule of precum from it and spread it over its head with my thumb then slowly and gently started masturbating him. He lay back and closed his eyes. I waited a few seconds as he relaxed.
`Keep your eyes closed Peter. Do you understand me?'
`Yes.' He whispered.
I waited again for a few seconds.
`Keeping your eyes closed Peter, imagine this is Alan doing this to you.'
He took a sharp intake of breath and opened his eyes.
`Keep them closed!' I said sharply.
He closed his eyes, albeit after a moment's hesitation.
`Now, Peter, remember, this is Alan slowly stroking your hard penis. You're hard because of him, not David, but Alan. Tell me Peter, how does it feel now?'
He was quiet for nearly half a minute. His breathing was little unsteady and his eyes remained obediently closed.
`It feels nice.' He whispered almost inaudibly.
`Say it again properly.' I commanded and squeezed his penis firmly.
He hesitated again for quite a few seconds.
`It feels nice.' He hesitated for a very short time and then said `It feels lovely, Alan.'
I told him keep his eyes closed and I shifted my position and, as I continued stroking him, I kissed him. He returned it quite fervently, all the time keeping his eyes closed.
I stood up to stand over him, my cock wet with precum. In the silence that followed he opened his eyes and looked up at me.
`Kneel in front of me and then close your eyes.' I commanded.
He did so, this time with little or no hesitation.
I moved my hips slightly so the tip of my penis brushed his lips. Obediently he opened his mouth and his hands clasped each of my buttocks; with his eyes shut, he moved back and forth taking me fully into his mouth. I reached down and held his shoulders.
`Think of it is Alan's hard cock that you are sucking.' I said firmly. `Imagine you are giving Alan a great blow job' I said with a harsh edge to my voice.
He hesitated. I responded by moving my hand to the back of his head and pushed my cock almost fully into his mouth. He grunted and I heard him take a sharp intake of breath through his nostrils. I let go of his head. He then moved his hand from my buttock, gripped my penis and with his eyes firmly shut he stroked and sucked on my penis for all he was worth. As he did so I muttered endearments to him telling him he was a good boy, how lovely he is, how good his lips feel on my cock and how I was looking forward to making love to his gorgeous arse.
I pulled away from him. He opened his eyes and looked up at me; I told him to lie facedown on the rug. When he was settled I lay full length along him and kissed the back of his neck and shoulders. After half a minute or so I lifted myself off him and stood up.
`Alan is going to get the lube from your bedroom.' I said and left the room. I went upstairs and found the tube and returned to the sitting room.
Peter was lying in front of the fire as I had left him but I noticed that he had parted his legs in anticipation. I said nothing as I applied some lube to the head of my cock and then knelt beside him and spread some on to the opening of his arse. I took a generous amount onto my two middle fingers and pushed them and the lube fully into him; he gasped as I did so.
As I knelt between his legs he raised his arse slightly to meet me. I hesitated and looked down on him and had to admit myself he made a wonderful sight. However, I was resolved in what I'd set out to do. I knew that I would miss our times together but I also knew it was best that he had some future with someone else. Our relationship could only ever have been transient and I think he appreciated that as much as I did.
Pushing my thoughts to one side, I leaned forward and pressed the head of my cock gently into his waiting arse. When I had my weight on both arms I pushed fully into him in one movement. I took some pleasure from hearing him gasp as I filled him.
`Alan is going to make love to you tonight, Peter'. I said softly.
He didn't immediately respond and then muttered something inaudible.
`I didn't hear you Peter'.
`I'd rather it was you, David'. He said softly. `Please, can't it be you?'
I didn't answer, but by way of making some response I delivered three or four firm thrusts into him and was again satisfied to hear him gasp when I was at my deepest inside him.
`Now Peter, that was me. From now on think of me and talk to me as if I am Alan. Your young Alan. The Alan who desires you as much as I do. Your Alan who I am sure comes here not just for free tuition. Think about that Peter. Think about that as we make love.'
And so we continued, with me on top of him and stopping occasionally and talking to him softly reminding him that I was Alan. After a while he started to respond in a like manner. He called me Alan, told me how he liked my dominance of him, how he looked forward to me coming to his house for tuition and how he wished I (Alan) would make some form of unambiguous sign that I (Alan) felt the same. As he was saying these things, I responded in kind and picked up my pace moving in and out of him. After several minutes I pulled out of him to apply more lube to both of us before continuing. As we did, so our fantasy became much more explicit and uninhibited. By the time I had reached the limit of my control he was begging `Alan' to fuck him harder, and I did until I could hold back no longer and came as I made one last frantic hard thrust into him as deeply as I could go.
We lay in silence for quite some time and eventually my soft penis was squeezed out of him. I rolled off and lay beside him. He turned on his side and looked at me. Without saying a word he just reached up and gently touched my face.
`I think that's the nicest goodbye I've ever had.' He said softly and I noticed that his eyes were moist. He rolled away and lay on his back.
I lent over and kissed him softly. `It couldn't go on forever, Peter.'
`I know it couldn't, David. In a way, it's better now I know when it's going to end.' He paused for a few seconds. `How we are, and how we have been, is going to end tonight isn't it?'
I nodded.
`Let's go to bed now then David, let me make love to you in my bed this one last time.'
We walked upstairs naked and climbed into bed. We held each other for a while and then he kissed me softly and asked me to lie on my back. Kissing me softly as he went down, my throat, my shoulders, my chest, my nipples, across my stomach and at last took me into his mouth. What followed can only be described as making love to my penis. In all my long life I cannot recall anyone taking the time and trouble that he did to give me such pleasure. His timing was perfect; he read my body language and my breathing to perfection, stopping at just the most perfect and the most tantalising moment and let me cool down before he started again. And then, for that one last time he didn't stop and I exploded into his mouth. As I did so he still moved his mouth on me, milking me until I had stopped gasping for breath and heaving my hips toward his mouth.
He held me in his mouth until I softened and then he moved slowly up the bed and lay on top of me. He held his head an inch or so from mine and I waited for him to kiss me. He lowered himself ever so slowly until his lips touched mine. I waited.
`There isn't any,' he said softly, `I swallowed it all. I wanted the taste of you all to myself.' And then he kissed me again.
At that point it hit me how fond I had become of him. I reached up and pulled him down upon me and held him tightly.
We stayed like that for a minute or so with neither of us speaking. Silently he slid off me and we lay side-by-side together.
My next recollection was Peter's voice with a hint of panic in it.
`David, quickly, it's late. I'm going to miss my train, hurry!' We had overslept.
As Peter quickly showered I ran through the house grabbing all my stuff and stuffing it into my overnight bag. I joined Peter in the shower just as he was getting out. He paused and looked at me little sadly and then stepped out of the water dry himself. I followed him half a minute later quickly towelling myself dry. Within 10 minutes we were in my car and heading for the station in the next town. On the way I said that I would pick up my stuff on the way back through the village on my way home. I wished him luck with his publisher and his book and asked him to keep me informed how things went. I said that in all probability my wife and I would be back during Easter and she would properly want to invite him for dinner. He said he would like that as he would like to see me again. We drew into the station car park.
I told him to go on ahead to get his ticket I would park the car and bring his case to the platform. We made it with minutes to spare so it wasn't too long before the train hove into site. He found his carriage and I handed him his case. He looked back at me and we shook hands, saying what we had to with our eyes. We both nodded slightly, leaving everything between us spoken but understood and I was saddened by the tears in his eyes. I waited as the train drew out and watched as it rounded the corner and slipped behind the hills and out of out of view.
I walked to my car. I sat there for a few minutes; I felt relieved that things had ended as they did. There are only so many trips I could make to the area and the next time I was down here with my wife. Also, the longer things between Peter and I went on, the greater the chance of us being found out. But nonetheless I was sad that it was over. I had my things to collect from Peter's house. As I sat pondering thing over in the car, I decided then that I wouldn't rendezvous with Alan. With my mind made up, I started the car and headed back towards the village.
As I approached centre of the village, there was a delay as a lorry was unloading in the main road and traffic couldn't pass. I had been stopped for less than a minute when someone tapped on the glass of the passenger door. It was Alan. I dropped the window and said hello. He said that he was looking forward to seeing me later. I quickly compromised my initial decision and replied that I couldn't stay for long, just for a coffee. He looked disappointed but then I had to move as the traffic ahead was clearing.
`Just for a coffee then.' He said as I started to pull away.
`OK!' I called out as I drove away.
To be continued.
The author would be pleased to receive constructive feedback and also if you liked the story. I apologise for any remaining undiscovered typos.
Mr BS. ([email protected])
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From one way of life to another...Welcome to the club. Part 1 of 5 parts (MM, reluc)
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Part one
It had been a busy day; staffing a company stand in a huge international exhibition hall wasn't an easy life, even if it was in Hong Kong. Business trips abroad are not all play and no work, quite the opposite, I was knackered and in need of refreshment in the form of a cold beer. The guy from the HK office (Matt) looked much the same as I felt; thankfully, this was our early finish afternoon so 2PM couldn't come soon enough. The two replacement guys turned up to take the exhibition on until it closed at 7PM.
I looked across at Matt, `Beer'? I asked.
`Beer' he replied. `I know just the place'
We walked out into the heat. Both loosening out ties and with our jackets over our shoulders, we set off away from the harbour; me following Matt to wherever we were going. We talked of this and that but mostly I was still soaking up the atmosphere in what is still one of the most exciting places in the world.
We walked for about ten minutes, passing a couple of likely looking places but Matt ignored them, finally turning into a small entrance set back slightly. Passing through the doors, there was a small desk behind which sat a guy in a concierge type uniform. Matt nodded to the chap who turned a book on the desk so that it faced Matt.
`Private club', he said, `I need to sign you in. Oh, and we'll need to redo our ties. They might just let us in if we're carrying our jackets', he grinned. He did the signing bit as I adjusted my tie. He finished, turned to the stairs and headed up. I followed.
The stairs opened up into a large landing with another set of stairs going upwards, there was a chain across them to indicate no entry, and a large room off to the side. It was noticeably quiet after the noise of the street and pleasingly cool. Matt turned towards the room and I followed him in. It was well furnished with large comfortable chairs set four at a time around low tables and sofas set opposite each other either side of longer low tables. The bar was along a wall opposite the large window which gave a good view down the Gloucester Road we'd just walked along. Two good-looking barmen, resplendent in brilliant red and gold waistcoats, served behind the bar. There was discreet classical music playing softly. The whole atmosphere was of a well mannered and well staffed gentlemen's club. But for the view, it could have been in London.
`What would you like David'? Matt asked me. `A beer as planned'?
`That would be fine thanks' I answered. I could already taste it!
He ordered the same and then turned and headed for one of the tables. I hesitated and then followed, understanding; the drinks would be brought to our table. Matt nodded to a few of the other members as we crossed the room, and they in turn acknowledged him and then me. We sat in adjacent chairs and I surveyed the room as we waited for our drinks. The only sounds were the quiet music and soft buzz of male voices.
We talked about the exhibition for a couple of minutes before our beers arrived. We both fell silent in appreciation as the barman set down two perfectly presented beers; both were in iced glasses and perfectly clear with a smooth white head. The barman left after a nod from Matt and we reached for our drinks. Raising them first towards each other, we then took a welcome sip. It was perfect.
`This beats working for a living', I said
We sat there in mutual silence, enjoying the beer. I broke the silence by asking Matt if he'd like another. `You can't', he replied, `one has to be a member. However', he paused for effect, `I can get you one.' He stood and looked down at me, smiling. He held out his hand for my glass. As I handed it to him, our hands momentarily touched. He smiled again and then headed for the bar.
He returned to the table and we waited for our beer to be served. It came and we talked about nothing much. When we finished our beer, Matt asked me if I'd like another. I declined the kind offer and said I like to take advantage of our early finish and return to the hotel to wash and shave before going out for the evening. He agreed, and we got up and left the club; I felt slightly light-headed but alright. The heat hit us as we stepped into the street and I broke out into an instant sweat. I'd be glad for the shower.
He seemed much more relaxed when we arrived at the hotel and I felt at ease in his company. We collected our respective key cards and used them to call the lift. It slowed to a stop and we got in, travelling in silence to the 29th floor. Getting out, Matt turned left to go to his room and I right to go to mine.
`Damn', I said out loud. The door to my room was open and the huge cleaning trolley parked outside. My early arrival had caught out the cleaners.
`Hang on', said Matt, `get your stuff and you can use my bathroom.' I thanked him and went to my room. I waved aside the profuse apologies of the chambermaid, saying it didn't matter. I picked up my wash stuff, deciding to return to my room to change clothes later.
The door to Matt's room was open; he was walking around in a bathrobe already and pouring a beer from the mini-bar. He held up the empty bottle in a silent question to me. I nodded acceptance. `Good' he said and took another.
`There is another bathrobe in the bathroom if you want to get out of those sticky clothes, David', he said. I thanked him and went into the bathroom. It seemed huge after the one in my smaller room. The privilege of rank I supposed. It had a large spa bath, a big walk-in shower with two shower heads on opposite walls, twin wash basins and a loo. I smiled at the `phone by the loo; oh to be that busy I thought with amusement. I quickly stripped off and put on the robe, putting my clothes to one side and then went into the main room. It was thankfully cool. Matt handed me a beer as I entered.
He turned and walked to the widow and pulled it open as far as it would go: not much as the hotel was clearly worried should somebody leap from it. That wonderful, indescribable warm scent of Asia filtered through the narrow gap as did the distant hum of traffic far below us. We stood side by side, barefoot on the three feet wide strip of cold and highly polished granite which ran the width of the room in front of the windows. We drank our beers in companionable silence, leaning forwards onto the stainless steel safety bar which ran across the windows at hip height.
Matt broke the silence. `What did you reckon to the club'? he asked casually.
I thought for a few seconds. `A very comfortable oasis of calm', I said, `it has the air of privacy and privilege which I felt most comfortable in. Thanks for taking me there'
`It was my pleasure David; would you like to go there again sometime? They serve very good food for private dinner parties in a room on the next floor.'
I replied that I'd noticed the closed off stairs and a dinner party there would be something to look forward to
`That's good', he said thought fully. `That's good', he repeated.
I said I'd like to wash my face and shave and then shower.
`Sounds good to me David', he said, `I'll shower in the meantime'.
I went into the bathroom and filled one of the basins, rinsed my face, dried it and got out my razor. As I did so, Matt came in and reached into the big shower and turned on one of the heads; as he waited for the hot water, he shrugged off his bathrobe and without any hesitation, hung it up on one of the hooks. I glanced in the mirror at him, out of curiosity more than interest. He was well formed, the same height as me and tanned, except where he'd worn briefs, as he turned back to the shower I had a fleeting glimpse of his circumcised penis. He looked good I thought as I started to shave.
As I shaved to the background noise of the shower, I thought of the exhibition, the walk back, the club and now here at the hotel. As these thoughts went through my head, they assembled into a pattern and started to make connections. As I stood there shaving, a dawning realisation emerged: the club, all professional men, the private acknowledgements, the low buzz of male voices, the quiet and unassuming comfort, the casual smiles of goodbye, men comfortable in the company of other men and then Matt's casual question about my view of the club, and then it hit me. I'd been taken to a men's club, not an outwardly gay club, a men's club. A subtle place where men could be men without the perceived social stigma of being overtly gay. And now me, here with a naked man in the same room only a couple of feet away. I'd finished shaving and didn't quite know what to do next. I was now damp with my own perspiration generated by the warmth of the room and my racing thoughts. Matt compounded my dilemma.
`Plenty of room in here for two', he called out. Then just the silence, broken only by the sound of the shower running. He compounded my dilemma by leaning across the shower and started up the other shower head. He stood in front of me soaked from head to toe, grinning at my discomfort. `Come on in David, the water's great', he smiled. As if hypnotised, I slowly undid my bathrobe and let if fall to the floor. I saw Matt give me a quick all-over glance; I stepped into my side of the shower. I was nervous to say the least.
I moved under the shower-head and let the water run over my head and on down over by body; this was so I could legitimately stand there with my eyes shut and gives my heart time to slow down. After a minute or two, I relaxed more and thought to myself, what is the big deal about sharing a very large shower with another man? I opened my eyes and saw that Matt was busy soaping himself all over; he was covered in soap and he had his eyes shut as he washed his hair. He was clearly taking no notice of me so I relaxed even more and reached for the liquid soap dispenser. Standing there with the warm water pouring over me, I started to soap myself. I was now almost fully relaxed.
We carried doing our own things for quite a while so it caught me by surprise when Matt said, quite casually and naturally, `Can you scrub my back with this thing Dave'?, offering me a pad made of matted course rope, with a strap across the back of it to keep it on ones hand. He proffered it in such a natural way that I instinctively accepted it: as I did so, he casually turned away from me and leaned slightly forward onto the wall, taking his weight onto his hands which he placed at shoulder height, and about a foot wider than the width of his shoulders. I hesitated; Matt waited, saying nothing. I gathered my courage and squeezed some soap onto the pad, put my hand through the loop and slowly reached up to his shoulders.
At first, I was hesitant but soon got into the rhythm of scrubbing across his shoulders. I was gentle at first but he pushed himself back against the force of my hand indicating to me that he wanted to feel the roughness of the rope against his skin. As I continued to add more soap and relax again, I loosened up and got into the swing of it; as I did so, Matt started to move against my movements. As I relaxed further, I was able to stand nearer him and not at arms length, making my movements more fluid and natural. As I worked away from his shoulders and down his back, he started, almost imperceptivity, to slowly rotate his hips. As I moved down to his waist, the movements, although not blatant, started to take on a sensual quality. I decided that I'd go no lower than the top of his (rather fine) arse.
I got to my self appointed limit and then moved on up his back to his shoulders again. He was still making his gyratory movements as I reached above his shoulder and grabbed the shower-head out of its clip on the wall, freeing it on the end of its long, flexible chromed pipe. I rinsed his shoulders using it like a hose and then down over his back. The soap ran down his back in great white rivulet's across, and between the cheeks of his arse and on down his legs. I rinsed on down to his waist, across his arse and than knelt slightly as I chased the last of the soap down the back of his legs and across his feet. As I glanced up I caught a glimpse of his balls, still with a residue of soap on them, as he continued to move his arse in slow circular movements. I turned the head of the shower over so that the jets were firing upwards and, as I stood, let the jets spray up into his arse and across his balls. As the jets hit, I heard a distinct hiss as he drew a sudden breath through his teeth.
I turned the head over again and sprayed his back as I moved to replace the shower head back in its socket above his head. As I did so, his moving arse brushed across my penis - and then again. It wasn't an accident, it was a deliberate movement. I dropped the shower head back into its socket as his arse brushed me a third time. My mind raced; I hadn't been standing that close to him. I looked down at the gap between us; it was a small gap, or had been, but it had been narrowed by the fact that I had the beginnings of an erection.
`I'll do yours now Matt', he said as if nothing had happened; I turned away, not in acceptance, but to hide my embarrassment, dropping the back scrub in my hurry to do so. He casually knelt to retrieve the scrub as I turned to face the wall, taking up a stance much as he had. He first covered my shoulders with soap using his hand, not the scrub, and then my back also. It felt strange and I wondered when he'd use the scrub as his movements didn't suggest that he was in any sort of hurry. He carried on down to my lower back and I tensed slightly as he carried on past my waist and without any hesitation casually soaped either cheek of my arse. He re-soaped his hand then and returned to the back of my legs and on to my feet. I sensed him stand and move closer; there was a slight pause and then I felt the roughness of the scrub across my shoulders. I relaxed then. It was quite pleasant being scrubbed, the roughness of it, the hot water, and the luxury I suppose of being pampered. He reached across and released the shower head and hosed down my shoulders, back, arse and then my legs before returning it to its bracket on the wall. It felt good. When I'd totally relaxed, Matt caught me unawares.
`Turn around Dave', he said softly.
Without any thought or hesitation, I did just that; as I turned to face him, I made momentary eye contact and then leant back against the wall, closing my eyes as I did so. He soaped my shoulders, arms and chest before re-soaping his hands. In the pause, I tensed; I felt his hands soap my hips and the flat of my stomach and then nonchalantly, and very momentarily, my penis and balls in one smooth, practiced movement. Before I had time to react, he'd moved on to my thighs and legs. I looked down as he did so and checked out my penis; it was full but not hard. It felt pleasant and I was pleased that I hadn't reacted more. I was in control of this I thought to myself.
He finished soaping me and stood up, reaching for the shower head as he came upright. He lifted it out of its bracket and started to spray it over my neck and shoulders; it felt good. He moved on down across my chest, creating a cascade of hot soapy water which flowed over my stomach, hips and down across me legs. Moving on down, he sprayed it across my stomach and hips and then across my full penis and then up under my balls. He hesitated for the merest moment and then stooped down to rinse my legs and feet. I relaxed, he hadn't tried anything. He finished my legs and feet and then moved as if to stand up, instead of which he moved slightly up and took my penis fully into his mouth. I pulled away.
`No, Matt', I said.
In one movement, I stepped from the shower and reached for the bathrobe. I hastily tried to pull it on but it clung to my wet body so I just threw it around my shoulders and left the bathroom. I went straight for the mini-bar, grabbed a miniature vodka, threw a handful of ice from the bucket into a glass, poured the whole lot in and took a generous swig. My heart was racing as I leant on the steel safety bar in front of the windows, the metal cold against my hot skin exposed by the hastily thrown on bathrobe. I waited for by breathing to return to normal and my erection to subside; his mouth had felt too good for comfort. Standing there, staring out at the traffic far below, and not particularly seeing it, I calmed down and my erection faded. I went to pull the gown off my shoulders to put it on over my now dry skin.
`Let me help', said Matthew's voice from behind me.
I looked into the window to see his gowned reflection coming towards me. He walked up behind me and gently took it off my shoulders and held it so that I could put it on. I put my free hand in first and then transferred my drink to the other hand to get my other arm in. Matthew pulled it up onto my shoulders.
`Give me that', he said reaching for my drink, `so that you can tie the cord.' Wordlessly, I handed him my glass and then tied the cord around my waist.
I turned and leaned back against the safety bar. Matthew put my drink down on the table and then just looked at me questioningly.
`You're in a dangerous game Matt', I said.
He said nothing, just moved closer to stand beside me, looking out of the window. He looked so disappointed.
`It's OK', he said, `I understand, but I'm alright; there's nothing wrong with me. The guys in the club are all like me, discreet and very selective. They don't do the gay scene, and neither do I. I haven't been with anybody for well over a year now'.
He stood there looking so utterly sad that I felt a great compassion towards him. With hardly a thought, I moved towards him and gave him hug, nothing intimate, just a mans hug and he mutually returned it.
`I hope I didn't offend you.' his muffled voice said into my shoulder.
`Not at all', I said, `don't worry about it.'
I realised that his damp hair smelt good and that perhaps I should break this hug. I relaxed my grip and he did the same.
We looked at each other and he gave me a shy smile. `Sorry', he said.
`It doesn't matter.' I said, and then without any conscious thought, leaned towards him and, softly and briefly, kissed him.
I don't know who was the most surprised. We pulled slightly apart and looked silently at each other. Then, in a moment, we both knew what was going to happen. We moved towards each other and kissed again, this time for longer and with some feeling. We briefly parted and then kissed again, this time with no hesitation. We kissed deeply and passionately, out tongues exploring each other. He held my head firmly to his as I pulled his body to mine. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. I fumbled around for the cord of his bathrobe and tugged it frantically to untie it. All the time he was wildly kissing me, his hand firmly holding my hair. As the cord came free I pulled the front of his gown aside and then reached up, pushing it off his shoulder. He broke the kiss and let me go so that he could shrug off the gown. He stood in front of me naked with the most wonderful erection.
`Now yours', he said.
I undid my gown and, without taking my eyes off his face, let it fall open and then shrugged it first off one shoulder and then the other, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes dropped to look at my cock, and I looked also. It stood out horizontally, a dewdrop of precum leaking out as we watched. We both looked up and moved towards each other and embraced. We kissed slowly, a lovers kiss. As we did so, Matt ran his hands down by sides and around the cheeks of my arse, pulling me close. I felt his cock hard against me and then both his and mine pressed between us. It felt good and I felt great. Letting go of me, he stepped slightly back and then reached down to take my cock in his hand; gently he pulled it as he stepped slightly back. I got the message and moved forward, smiling, he let go of my cock, turned and walked towards the bedroom. I remember particularly noticing again his fine arse. I followed him, with not a little nervousness.
The room was lit only by the lights from the surrounding tall buildings and neon signs. Matt killed the air-conditioner and opened the window a little and the warm air and noise from the traffic far below flowed into the room. I stood in the room watching him as he moved confidently around the room, unabashed by his nakedness and fine erection. I felt surprisingly unembarrassed but remained nervous. Feeling somewhat awkward, I sat down on the edge of the bed, my stiff cock standing at an angle. Matthew moved to the other side of the bed and lay down on his back, stretching himself luxuriously as he did so. He then lay still looking at me, his cock stood practically vertical to his flat stomach. He reached up and put his hand on my shoulder, then, imperceptively, gently pulled. I just rolled back, turning as I did so. He held his arms open and we fell into an embrace.
There were no more inhibitions.
We kissed, rolled, fondled, grabbed, kneaded, nipped, sucked and rubbed together, glorying in each others closeness and willingness to be as we were. It was just unbridled passion made all the more exciting, for me, as a first time into something that I had always regarded as taboo and something I never imagined that I would ever do, or ever want to do. I enjoyed the anticipation of waiting for the moment of Matthew taking my rigid cock into his mouth and me so badly wanting to do the same to him. Eventually we slowed down, he was full length on top of me kissing me gently now. He then moved down my chest, giving little, light kisses as he went. When he got to my nipples he sucked them gently, flicking his tongue across them as he did so; just as do to my wife. It felt strangely erotic and I felt my cock harden even more, indeed, I felt as if I would cum it felt that good. He moved on down, still giving little kisses across my stomach; I closed my eyes in anticipation. I felt his lips lift from my skin and then, after a slight pause, his warm breath on my cock; I held my breath, waiting.
After what felt like an age, I felt his tongue flick lightly across the end of my penis, a pause, and then the tip of it pushing into the eye of my cock; he held it there and jiggled it slightly, taking my cock with it. I felt a large drop of precum ooze out of me and around the tip of his tongue. In one movement, he then took the leaking head of my circumcised cock into his mouth and gently sucked. I groaned out loud as I felt a great rush of precum well out of me; as it did, he slid the length of my cock into his mouth.
How I didn't cum I'll never know; I just willed it not to happen. Matthew must have sensed it as he lifted his head clear of me; I felt my cock fall away and the cooler air of the room on it.
`OK'? he asked.
I opened my eyes and looked down at him. I nodded.
`OK', I said and closed my eyes again.
He was gentle about it, sucking me for as long as I could take it before I took his head in my hands to stop him. We'd wait, and I let go of his head and he'd start again. Eventually, I held his head and kept hold of it. I was ready to explode. I looked at him and we silently and mutually agreed to rest. He moved up the bed and lay beside me, then, provocatively, rolled onto his back, putting his hands behind his head. I looked at him and then down at his cock. It stood almost vertical, its head glistening with precum; I was awed at the size of it too; it looked huge even to my eyes; circumcised and thicker about a third of the way down its length before tapering down again to where the root of it was surrounded by thick, glossy dark hair. It was magnificent; it was a sculpture in flesh. I was envious. I moved my hand towards it.
I grasped it, gently as first and then firmer; I was surprised at the solidity of it and how big and warm it felt in my hand. I had never touched another man; the only experience I could bring to Matthew was that which I had learned from early girlfriends and my wife over the years of marriage. Squeezing gently, I pulled up on his cock and was rewarded with a generous flow of precum; I watched as it flowed over the head of his cock and onto my fingers; I parted them slightly and so that the precum flowed between them and then slid by wet hand down his cock. Once at the root, I squeezed again and moved up to milk another great teardrop of crystal clear liquid. I repeated this twice more until his cock was a glistening rigid pole. I was now turned on like never before; now I wanted to take him into my mouth.
I moved towards my goal and Matthew shifted slightly to meet my mouth; I'd intended to savour the moment but as I opened my mouth the combined movement of both of us resulted in me taking a major part of his cock deeply in my mouth in one go. To stop it going too far, I firmly clamped it between my lips, something he must have felt as he stopped moving, and then relaxed. His cock felt huge, very warm and tasting slightly salty from the precum; I lifted my head so that I had only the head of his cock in my mouth; gently, very gently, I sucked it whilst moving my tongue around the head, just as my wife has done to me countless times over the years. Although his cock was rigid, the head felt soft and pliable in my mouth and I enjoyed feeling it give under my tongue. Matthew was breathing heavily now and I couldn't resist milking another great drop of precum from him as I held him in my mouth. It was a wonderful sensation to feel is rise from him and over my tongue; the warmth of it as I spread it over the head of his cock. Unintentionally, my wife had taught me well. Matthew lifted my head from his cock.
`Wait', he said, breathing heavily, `Wait', he said again.
I gazed at his cock as his breathing slowed. He pulled me up so that I was above him and I lay on top of him. His eyes were closed and I kissed him softly on his slightly parted lips. Our hard cocks were pressed together and I could feel the stickiness of our combined precum between us. I moved up and down slightly; our slippery cocks sliding back and forth over each other; it was a good and intimate feeling.
As I raised my head, Matthew said, `Lay beside me David.' I reluctantly rolled off him and onto my back beside him.
`Stay here', he commanded, and then rolled off the bed and walked out into the sitting room. In half a minute or so, he returned with the tube of liquid soap from the shower and a towel.
I must have looked doubtful as he said, with a smile, `For me, not you'.
He sat on the edge of the bed beside me and reached for my hard cock. He expertly milked it of some precum which he rubbed down the length of it. Then he squeezed a generous drop of liquid soap on the head of my cock and let it spread itself over the head and watched as it started to run down my cock. He reached over and placed the tube on the bedside table and then wiped his hands on the towel. I lay there watching and waiting, not without some trepidation. In the last hour, I'd done things I never even thought of doing and now this; I knew where this was going next and I wasn't sure if I could manage it.
Matthew turned and knelt beside me; he then lifted is right leg over me and knelt astride me over my hips. Nothing was said by either of us. He leaned forward, putting his hands either side of my head on the pillow; he just looked down upon me. We stayed like this, he looking down on me, and me looking up at him, for a short while; then, without breaking his gaze, Matthew moved upright, reached behind him and took my cock into his hand. Gradually, he lowered himself until I could feel my cock slide between the cheeks of his arse and then the slight sensation of it being pressed down as it came up against a resistance. With the slightest movement, Matthew pressed down and I felt a gentle grip around the tip of my cock. He let go of it and then leaned forward again, placing his hands either side of my shoulders; my cock stayed is the entrance of his arse. In all of this time, Matthew's eyes never left my face.
`Don't cum', he whispered and then, in one practiced movement pressed gently back and my cock slid fully into him.
It happened so quickly that I can't remember any sensation of it happening, but I can remember the feeling of warmth around my cock as his arse made soft contact with the tops of my legs. He sat perfectly still, and grinned down at me. I said nothing as I couldn't begin to know what if anything I could say. The silence was absolute. I lay there, frightened to move in case I came; eventually I got my mind and cock under control and I felt able to relax. As I did so, I felt my hips sinking into the bed as I relaxed; I must have been tensing up to meet him as he settled onto me. He smiled at me again.
`Don't move', he said quietly. I nodded my assent; I didn't dare say anything in case it was the wrong thing to do. This is new to me remember.
He lifted off me and my cock fell forward at an angle across my stomach. Matthew reached across and picked up the tube of liquid soap and squeezed another load of it onto it. He dropped the tube onto the bed beside him and, without using his hand, knelt above me and lowered himself onto my cock. It slid inside him and he put all of his weight upon me to drive it as deep into him as it would go. He paused slightly and then slowly and deliberately rose and then fell again onto me; gradually, he built up a rhythm. He grinned down at me and I returned his smile; we were fucking and I felt marvellous and strangely manly. His arse was tight around me; it was hot and slightly rough but I slid in and out of him with ease. His cock was hard but not rigid and it swayed from side to side as he rose and fell on my eager prick. I was now stiff inside him and beginning to move against him as he settled onto me at the end of each movement. Gradually, between us we set up a rhythm; he settling onto me as I rose to meet his lovely arse. At one point I reached down to take each of his arse cheeks, gripping them so that I could go deeper into him.
It seemed that we went for ages. He stopped twice more to lubricate my cock and we picked up our rhythm easily again. As he moved, I looked at his swaying penis, it was now leaking precum, some of it was falling onto me and some running along his shaft. I gently held his cock and pulled to milk more precum out of him. A huge drop came out so I did it again, with the same result. I moved my hand and spread the precum over the head of his cock and then down along its length. It was wonderfully slippery and started to become harder and rigid. Matthew continued to move on my cock as I slowly masturbated him; the precum kept flowing and eventually, his movement became irregular as I increased my hand movement; then, he stopped moving altogether.
He stopped with my cock only half inside him as I continued to stroke his shaft; his eyes were closed and his breath coming is short gasps. He let out a great sigh and suddenly let all of his weight go onto my prick which buried it deep inside him. With one gasp, a huge jet of cum shot from his cock; I felt the heat of is as it landed across my stomach and chest. As a second jet followed, I felt my control slipping and I stopped trying. As I exploded cum into his arse, I let go of his spurting cock and sat up and hugged Matthew to me. We sat there in mutual exquisite agony as we came. His cum continued to rage from his cock, trapped as it was between or stomachs; I felt his hot cum squirt between us as I felt myself cumming into his arse. Eventually (it seemed like an age) we quietened and my cum ceased to flow. I pulled slightly away from Matthew and looked at him, almost guiltily. He smiled and then tenderly kissed me. I returned his kiss and relaxed.
We stayed like this for a little while and I then lay back down, releasing the scent of Matthews cum which covered our stomachs; I scooped some into my hand and massaged his softening cock with it. After a minute or so, he eased himself forwards and my soft penis fell out of him. Instinctively, I moved to one side and he lay beside me. He lifted his left arm, I moved close, putting my head on his shoulder. He brought the other arm over and held me close to him, kissing me on the forehead as he did so.
`Was that so bad?' he asked.
`No', I said softly, `no, it wasn't'.
We lay there in silence for some time until I moved; I suddenly needed some space.
`You're leaving', Matthew said in a statement rather than a question.
`Only to shower', I said, more in delaying the moment than in truth.
`I'll join you', he said, moving to sit on the edge of the bed.
I was conscious of him looking at me as he followed me to the bathroom. I walked into the shower and hit both taps for the respective shower heads; I didn't care about the temperature, I just needed to clean up and get out to order by thoughts. I directed the water onto my chest to rinse off his cum and then to my softened, but still thickened, cock. Matthew was soaping himself and then let the water cascade over his head. I couldn't help actively noticing, and admitting to myself, that he looked good. He noticed me looking at him and he reached for my cock; firmly he gripped it and pulled gently, milking a tear-drop of residual cum from me. He wiped it off with his finger and, without breaking my gaze, seductively licked it.
`Mmm' he hummed, `lovely.' I felt my cock stir.
Half smiling, I reached up to turn off the shower; I needed to move.
I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. I cursorily dried off and pulled on my shirt, pants and trousers. The rest of my stuff I crammed in my wash bag. I pushed my still damp feet into my shoes; I turned to face Matt who'd silently watched me. I went to say something, I don't recall what, but he beat me to it.
`Don't feel bad about this David' his kind eyes looking into mine, `It was mutually good, wasn't it?' he asked.
Nodding my agreement, I said, `Yes it was'.
`That's good', he said, `tomorrow then?'
`Yes.' I heard myself reply as if outside of my body. `Yes', I repeated.
I picked up the rest of my stuff and left. I almost ran down the corridor back to my room. I messed up the swipe of the key card and the lock glowed red to show it hadn't been activated. I calmed down and swiped it again, slower this time. The light turned green and I gratefully pushed the door open; once inside, I leant against the closed door; I didn't put any lights on as the ambient light from the city below was enough. After a couple of minutes, I walked further into the room and absent mindedly undressed. I walked naked to the bathroom, picking up my wash bag on the way. I quickly rinsed my mouth and as I turned to leave, caught sight of myself in the mirror. I looked back at myself. Did I look different? Did it show what I had done? Would others know? All these thought raced through my head as I stared at myself. I turned away and went back into the room and on into the bedroom. I climbed into bed and lay there staring at the ceiling. What had I done I asked myself; all the taboos had deserted me and I had done something I never would have thought myself capable of. I lay there for what felt like hours, the thoughts going through my head making sleep impossible.
I got up and stood at the window, pressed against the safety bar; it felt cold on my skin and the three feet wide strip of black granite floor between the edge of the carpet and the windows cool to my feet. I stood there for a good while, I don't know for how long, with my thoughts dragging me back to what I had done. As my thoughts unfolded and I stopped trying to make sense of what I had done, I felt my cock stirring and soon came to a full erection. Slowly, as I stood looking out across the harbour, I stroked myself, milking a little precum every few strokes and spreading it over the head of my cock. I didn't stop; I carried on until I felt myself near the edge and I still didn't stop. Standing there a little way back from the window, I came, and came hard. My cum lay in white streaks, stark against the black of the granite floor. As the spasms subsided, I felt my warm cum fall onto my legs and over my fingers; with my free hand I'd held onto the safety bar for support as I felt as if my legs would collapse.
`Fuck, that felt good', I said to the empty room.
I padded to the bathroom and rinsed myself off in the shower. I returned with a handful of tissues and cleared up the floor by the window. Dumping the paper into the bin I dropped onto the bed. My next recollection was of the room filled with daylight, it was 10 in the morning; we were due at the exhibition for noon until 7pm. How would I face Matthew I asked myself; I'd soon find out though I decided to get there early so that we met in public; I felt it would be easier that way.
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From one way of life to another...Welcome to the club. Part 4 of 5 parts (MM, MMM)
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Part four
The next couple of days passed in a bit of a haze. I can't remember much about the exhibition or how well the company stand did. We were both conscious though of my impending departure back to the UK. We spent any spare time together, going out to eat and once returning to the club where I increasingly felt comfortable. The other members accepted me and my confidence with them grew. It was accepted that Matt and I had formed a liaison. The only thing I consciously noted was that the bar staff had been joined by an older man who must have had some authority as the boys were deferential to him, but not in an obsequious way. Matt spoke to him once and he looked my way briefly and then nodded to Matt.
`I've booked dinner for us and a couple of friends for the day after tomorrow in the private dining room upstairs', he said when he returned.
I nodded; it was the last full day of my visit.
As we walked back to the hotel Matt appeared deep in thought but I didn't like to break into his reverie. When we entered the lift, he broke his silence.
`Listen', he said, `dinner will be quite an experience. They are very private affairs, discretion is a must. Are you happy with that'?
`Yes', I replied, `but why the drama'?
`Discretion is the number one rule of the club. They trust you David, that's why the club agreed to the dinner. If you're not happy with it now, then please say so and I'll cancel it; but, if you agree then your discretion is assumed by the club'.
`Don't cancel the dinner,' I said, I'm intrigued now'.
`You'll enjoy it David, I'm sure'.
We spent the rest of the evening in bed. Matt ordered a light supper with a couple of bottles of white wine. We sat in bed, reading the newspapers and drinking the excellent wine. Eventually, Matt dropped his paper over the side, stretched languorously, slid under the thin sheet and took my penis in his mouth. I quickly lost interest in the news.
On the day of the dinner Matt was restless and couldn't get out of the exhibition hall fast enough. Dead on time he grabbed his coat and nodded to me to follow. Outside the hall he hailed a cab and directed the driver to the hotel.
`What do I wear this evening'? I asked in the lift.
`Smart but casual clothing', he replied. `Meet me in my room at eight and we'll take a cab to the club. We're meeting the others there.
I'd forgotten about them.
`Who are the others', I asked. `Have I met them at the club before'?
You've seen them and they have seen you', he replied, `and they asked to meet you'.
I was intrigued, but asked no more.
We went our different ways as we left the lift. I went to my room, stripped off and showered. I was in a state of semi-arousal. Why I don't know, it was just that there was a sexual charge in the air over the coming dinner. I'd figured out during the day that it was going to be something different, after all, why have a dinner engagement at the club if it wasn't in some connection with its purpose?
Mat had booked a cab and it was waiting at the hotel entrance as we arrived in the foyer. It looked rather better than the average cab.
`Executive hire', said Matt by way of explanation as the driver opened the door. Matt said something rapidly to the driver and we settled in the large leather seat and the cab pulled out into the busy evening traffic.
As we rode in the taxi there was a definite tension in the atmosphere between us. As we pulled up at a set of traffic lights, Matt leaned forward and touched the button to raise the glass panel between us and the driver, making it suddenly quieter. He then pulled the jack-plug of the communication system from its socket.
`Just in case,' he said.
My quizzical look encouraged him to continue.
`David,' he said, `the two guys we're going to meet tonight, you have met before at the club.' He paused.
`Go on.' I prompted.
He hesitated and then drew in a deep breath.
`David, we are meeting as two couples': he hesitated again and then continued, `David, I want to share you with them'.
In the silence that followed, the enormity of what he'd just said hit me. I said nothing, too shocked to respond.
`They are very interested in you, some of the reason being because they know about us but also because they know that this is new to you. Additionally, they know of my dominant side and thought I might agree.'
He paused again, and then added, `I did agree David; I do want to share you. Since they asked, I've thought of little else.'
Wordlessly I nodded as the memory of the night he'd sent me along the corridor naked. I'd reflected on that and thought that was the limit of his dominant leanings. Clearly not.
`Do I get a say in this?' I asked.
He nodded. `Of course you do.'
I barely noticed as the cab pulled away from the lights.
`And if I say no?' I asked.
`Then we just have dinner as arranged.' He paused. `There is a second option however.'
I was beyond speech right now and just looked at him in a silent question.
`Dinner all together, and then we watch them and then they watch us, or visa versa.'
To my own surprise, a slight shiver of excitement ran through me at the thought.
Matt's sensitive radar picked it up and he smiled at me.
As I went to say something (I can't remember what now) he held up his hand to quieten me.
`Let me explain,' he said, and then went on, `I haven't felt this before. I spend most of my time looking forward to the next time we can be together. Believe me, you are such a catch and especially being so new to this way of life, even though I'm sure you'll return to your former life when you return home. I just so want to show them that you are mine. There is ulterior motive but that will become apparent some time later; at present, I'm interested as to whether you'll even consider the idea.'
I sat in silence, taking in what he was saying.
`Think about it', he said, `I've told the driver to keep driving around until I tell him to head for the club. We're never more than ten minutes away.'
He sat back, leaving me to my thoughts.
I ran the options through my head. I'd already decided on one of them. The thought of being watched did excite me. The thought of being shared, however that was to be, raised different feelings, some of which I'd allowed my mind to raise our liaison progressed. I'd tried to think how it might me with another guy. Would it have ever happened? Would I have reacted as I did with Matt? All these thought had raised themselves at some time in the night or during quiet moments in the day. As I thought of the possibilities, the feelings of wondering how it would be with another guy pushed its way to the front of my mind so strongly that my penis stirred'.
`Let's go for broke', I said, louder than I meant to. `Share me'.
Matt's reaction was to lean forward and tap on the closed glass screen and then sit back to look at me.
`You can stop it at any time you want.' He said, putting his hand on my arm.
I responded my taking his hand and pressing it to my rigid cock seemingly trying to burst through my trousers. He smiled and gently squeezed; as he did so I felt precum flood from me. By the time we reached the club, I was soaked.
We entered the club and Matt went through the signing-in routine. We climbed the stairs to the landing where the second flight of stairs is, still with the chain across to indicate to the casual guest that access was barred, and the entrance to the bar. We turned right into the bar. It was about half full but I was more interested in scanning the room to see if I could identify who Matt had agreed to share me with. I felt as if all eyes were upon me, which of course they weren't, as I followed Matt to an empty table and chairs. We sat down and Matt signalled to the waiters. There were two whom I hadn't seen before, and an older man whose waistcoat was green and gold rather than the red and gold of the others. He had an air of authority about him and the two were clearly deferential to him. The older man came over.
`Good evening Mr Matthew', he said, `your table is ready for you upstairs when you wish to dine.'
Matthew thanked him and ordered a bottle of champagne.
`For your last evening in Hong Kong,' he said by way of explanation.
As the waiter left, Matt leaned forward and quietly said.
`You can still back out David'.
I shook my head in silent refusal.
The waiter returned with the champagne and poured two glasses. Matt raised his glass in a toast. I returned the gesture and swallowed about half the contents of the glass in one go. I was nervous and my throat was dry. Matt caught my eye and grinned. As he did so, he looked past me and started to stand up. I turned and stood in one movement to face the man advancing across the room towards us.
He was smaller than my 5' 11" and not so broad. His features were quite sharp but he had a ready smile as he shook hands with Matt and then turned to me, proffering his hand. I shook it firmly but his grip was less firm and his hand cool to the touch.
`David, meet Richard', said Matt. `Richard, meet David'
I said hello and Richard responded in the same way, quickly giving me an up and down appraising look. He seemed satisfied with what he saw as he smiled when he looked me back in the eye. I noticed then that his smile had a hard, almost spiteful side to it. Being taller and heavier than him, it didn't bother me as I didn't feel intimidated by his presence. It was going to be alright; I relaxed. In the short time that this was happening, Matt signalled the waiter for an additional glass.
When we were all seated, Matt kept up some form of conversation until Richard and I relaxed and joined in. Matt was certainly playing it cool as there was no rush to move to our table upstairs. As he refilled our glasses, he looked up. He abruptly put down the bottle and stood up; Richard and I followed his lead.
Advancing towards us was a well built man. He was taller and broader than me and looked strong and fit. He was tanned and had the most striking blue eyes I have ever seen in a man. He smiled and came directly towards me, extending his hand as he did so.
`Hello David, he said as he shook my hand, `I'm Alan. I really pleased to meet you again.'
I recognised him then from when I had visited the club for the second time with Matt, after our first encounter together. I said I was pleased to meet him again. Alan turned and said hello to Richard and then Matt.
`Alan and Richard are joining us for dinner' said Matt. `Shall we go straight up?'
We walked out of the bar and turned towards chained-off the stairs. As we approached I noticed the older waiter standing by the stairs; he reached over and unhooked the chain to let us pass. As we ascended the stairs I looked back to see him replace the chain but with himself our side of it. He followed us up.
The stairs opened up onto a semi-circular landing with three doors set at regular intervals in the curved wall opposite the stairs. We waited as the waiter joined us and he walked towards the centre door and opened it, holding it open for us to enter. Nobody had spoken since we left the bar. Nobody moved to enter the room.
`After you David', said Alan.
I stepped forward and into the room.
The room took me completely by surprise. It was shaped in the form of a circular sector forming about 90 degrees. The wall separating it from the landing formed the outer wall with a smoked glass wall opposite and concentric to it with a safety bar running its complete length. The room was about eight metres deep. In a brightly lit area beyond the smoked glass wall opposite was a raised circular Jacuzzi. I could just make out the heads of two men in it. To either side of the window I could see curved windows the same as the ones which made up the room I was in. That explained the other two doors on the landing. In the centre of each glass wall was a doorway giving access to the Jacuzzi area, the safety bar serving as the handle. As I looked a waiter emerged from the door to the right carrying a tray with two glasses filled with what looked like champagne, heading towards the Jacuzzi. What really took my attention though was the waiter; he was dressed in his tight fitting red and gold waistcoat and a black leather posing pouch held in place by a thin waistband and thong. Nothing else. He looked really striking and I momentarily reflected that this was the only overtly gay sign I'd seen in the club.
`Looks good', said Matt, breaking me from my reverie.
I focussed on the room. Against the end wall to the left was a small bar. Halfway into the room and to the left near the bar was a table set for four. On the other end wall was the entrance to a washroom. Nearer the wall by the washroom, and freestanding, was a huge square bed, strewn with pillows.
I stood there taking it all in. I had never seen anything like it and I was stuck for words. I was also very nervous again.
`Are you ready for dinner gentlemen?' enquired the waiter.
`We are thank you', Matt replied.
We sat at the set table and the waiter served the wine. As he did so, the glass door in the inner wall opened and another waiter pushed in a large covered trolley. A second waiter followed. For the next couple of hours or so the atmosphere settled down to one of relaxation as the two waiters served superb food from the trolley and the wine continued to flow.
My seat faced the Jacuzzi area and once during the meal, I noticed the near naked waiter I'd seen before approaching the Jacuzzi with a towel and what appeared to be a silk bathrobe over his arm. One of the men in the Jacuzzi stood, stepped out of it and then turned his back to the waiter who patted his back and arms dry and then held the robe so that the man could slip it on. The man was an older guy, probably in his fifties; he looked well kept and fit. He was also clearly aroused, as his penis hung heavily at an angle. He was looking at the other figure in the tub and watched as he too stood and stepped out and waited while the waiter patted him dry and then helped him into a robe. The second man was much younger than the first; I guessed early twenties at most. He was slim with long hair and very good looking. The older man said something to him and the younger man smiled and then turned towards the door to the right; the other man followed. The waiter held the door for them and then closed it behind them. I found the sexual innuendo arousing and was slightly embarrassed when I realised that Alan had been watching me. He smiled when I caught his eye but he said nothing.
Eventually, the conversation slowed and the waiters cleared the table and then left with the trolley. Our waiter asked Matt if he required anything else. Matt said they would use the Jacuzzi but to please bring four robes. When the door shut behind the waiter there was silence for a short while. I wondered what was supposed to happen now. I didn't have long to wait.
`David,' said Matt, `why don't you go and freshen up'.
It wasn't a question. He was heading towards his dominant style.
I said nothing and rose from the table and headed for the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and stood for a while to gather my thoughts. Then I stripped off and stepped in the shower, turning the water on full blast to clear my head a little. I'd had a fair quantity of wine and felt a little light headed, a dangerous state for me as I am apt to be incautious in what I say and do. I let the water rush over me for a while; as I did so I noticed the fluted cleaner. Without hardly thinking about it I pressed the valve on the base and pushed it into me, right to its base. I enjoyed the feeling and held it there for a while as I mused how easily I found this now. I relaxed and enjoyed the sensation; as I did so my cock started to react and I began to feel more confident about whatever it was that was going to follow when I returned to the room. I removed the cleaner and then soaped and rinsed. Once finished, I stopped the shower and stepped out to dry myself. I was now half-hard and had started to leak precum.
As I pulled the towel from the rack, one of the small hand-towels came away with it and fell to the floor. I left it there as I towelled myself dry with the larger towel and then stooped to retrieve it from the floor. I thought about entering the room with it wrapped around my waist but when I tried it, it was far too small for the ends to meet about my hips. I'd use the larger towel although there were four clean white bathrobes hung on hooks on the wall. As I went to wrap the larger towel around my waist, an idea struck me, probably encouraged by the wine. I thought it over for a few seconds, no more, and then made my decision.
I stepped back into the shower and stood under the falling water for a short while, soaking myself completely. I then stepped out, reached for one of the bathrobes and removed its sash. I then picked the small hand-towel and placed it around my hips. The ends didn't meet so I moved it so that the three inch wide gap ran down my left leg. I tied the sash around the towel letting the free ends hang loose by the gap. I looked in the mirror. It looked good and I felt good. The towel formed what looked like a very short skirt, with a line of unbroken skin from head to foot save for where the sash held the towel. From the front it was evident that I was aroused by the bulge my half-hard penis made. I removed two sashes from the other gowns, folded them in half and then made a loop in the folded end and slipped one over each wrist. I looked again in the mirror. My hair was still wet and dripping water over my shoulders and down my back and upper arms. The looped sashes hung down almost to the floor and my erection now quite prominent.
It was looking thus that I turned, opened the door and stepped into the room, my eyes slightly downcast. As I entered, the conversation ceased and I heard someone say under their breath.
`My God.'
The lights were brighter than I remembered, probably due to the difference from the dimmer lighting in the bathroom. In my peripheral vision to the left I saw the waiter catch Matt's eye and nod in a silent question. Matt nodded and the waiter turned and left the room. All of them had changed into the silk gowns which the waiter had brought; there was one left, presumably for me, hung over the back of one of the chairs.
I stood in silence, my eyes still downcast, and waited. I was both nervous and excited, knowing that I'd started something without having any idea of what was expected of me and how much control I'd have over whatever was going to happen.
`Come here', said Matt, breaking the silence.
I walked towards him, still not meeting anyone's gaze. I stopped in from of him, about a foot away.
`Pleasure me', he said, with a slightly hard edge to his voice.
I reached forwards and pulled at the chord around his silk gown. It parted to as far as his nipples and hung there. Without looking at him, I stooped and took his nipple between my lips and gently but firmly squeezed it. His reaction, as I knew it would be, was a sharp intake of breath through his teeth and his hand came behind my head to hold me there. Matt just loves his nipples played with. I let it go and gently sucked it and then closed my lips on it, pulled it slightly and then let it flick back. I moved my head, his hand followed it, to his other nipple and did the same. By now, I felt no nervousness at all and oblivious to Alan and Richard. Matt ran his hand to the top of my wet head and gently pressed down. Holding lightly onto his hips for support I went down onto my knees.
I felt his rigid cock run across my chest as I knelt and I pulled my head slightly back as his cock drew level with my mouth. As I opened my mouth to take him in, he changed his grip and pushed his cock fully into my mouth. I let go of his hips and pulled my head slightly back so that I could grip his cock and then took it back in. I didn't move for a short while and then pulled it out of my mouth, milked a huge tear of precum and spread it over the head of his cock before taking him into my mouth again. I paused again and then started to slowly to take him in and out of my mouth.
`Wait', Matt gasped after a short while. `Wait', he repeated and quickly pulled away from me.
I looked down at his cock. It lifted slightly and a drop of cum leaked out. I went to lick it from him but he held my head back to stop me.
`Wait', he said again, his breathing laboured now. I waited and he stepped back slightly.
`Pleasure the others you tart', he said, stepping back a little further.
There was a movement to my left and I looked up to see Richard moving towards me, his gown open and stroking his cock.
`Me first', he said in his slightly cruel manner and stopped in front of me still stroking his cock. I registered that it was smaller than Matt's but there again, Richard was a slighter built man altogether and he wasn't fully hard. He was also shaved
`Be kind to Richard, David', said Matt in a mocking tone.
I'd previously mused on how it might be with another guy. Now I was about to find out as Richard moved towards me. I didn't need to move; I just opened my mouth as he approached me and took in the full length of his half-hard cock up to its hairless root. He kept it in my mouth by pressing against me until I took hold of his hips and pulled my head slightly away. He stayed still then whilst I moved my lips across the head of his cock. I found the eye of his cock and pushed the tip my tongue into the opening. Reaching up, I gripped the shaft and milked a small droplet of precum from him. His precum and cock tasted differently to Matt's; also, it was noticeably shorter and not as thick. By now however, it was rigid and standing out fully, his hairless balls tight and shiny. I cupped them in my hand as I did long and slow movements in and out of my mouth. He suddenly pulled away.
`Enough', was all he said and stood slightly away, breathing heavily, his eyes clamped shut. He calmed down after a few seconds and opened his eyes.
`That was a near one', he said softly.
I stole a look at Matt. He was watching, his eyes were narrowed in lust and his breathing heavy and slow.
`Now Alan', he said.
`I'll wait', Alan said from behind me.
I looked over my shoulder at him. He smiled but said nothing. I noticed his gown remained closed but I could see that he was clearly aroused. Remaining on my knees, I looked back at Matt. He moved over to the windows.
`Come over here David', he said softly.
I stood and walked over to him, conscious of the eyes of Richard and Alan following me.
`Stand here', he commanded, indicating an area by the safety bar, `and hold on to the bar'.
When I had done so, he reached for the sash on my left wrist, wrapped it a couple of time around the bar and tied it in a loose knot. He walked around to right side, pulled and did the same to my right wrist, leaving me with my back to the room. He moved away and I watched his reflection in the glass as he went to the bar area and came back with what was obviously, due to its shape, a lube bottle which he handed to Richard. He then moved to the side of me and shook off his gown. I looked steadily at him and then down to his rigid cock. It looked larger that I had seen it before. Perhaps it was; perhaps he was enjoying the audience. He moved to the other side of me as I watched his reflection. He came close and slowly undid the sash holding the small towel. He let it fall to the floor and then dropped the sash. It was a strange feeling, being tied to the bar, naked, and with my back to two virtual strangers. I looked at them in the glass, Richard with his gown still open and Alan just looking. Matt moved behind me. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me gently backwards, making me lower my shoulders and away from the bar. He left me like that and stepped away. I was now holding onto the bar, bent forward at the waist with my arms almost horizontal, exposing my vulnerable arse to the three of them.
`Lube David up for me Richard', said Matt.
Richard needed so second bidding. He stepped forward and stood behind me. I felt him pour the lube over the top of my arse and the warmth of it as it ran down the cheeks. He ran his hands over both arse cheeks, spreading the lube over them. He then parted my cheeks and poured the lube into the cleft. Using his free hand he massaged the oil up and down and across my arse entrance. I started to get hard. He helped this by pouring a little lube into the palm of his hand and reaching around me to massage it. Then, he poured more over my arse and massaged my cleft again; this time however, he took the opportunity to slide a well lubricated finger into me. I found myself pushing back onto his hand, enjoying the sensation I'd so recently discovered.
`That's enough Richard', said Matt. I felt Richard's finger slide slowly from inside me.
`Now lube me', said Matt.
I watched in the reflection as Richard poured some oil along the length of Matt's cock and then spread it with his hand. Matt nodded at Richard and he stopped; Matt then moved to stand behind me. He placed his left hand in the small of my back, his right hand moved out of my sight and I felt the now familiar feeling of him against my entrance.
He was surprisingly gentle, moving in and out a little at a time to ease himself into me. When he had his full length buried in me, he stopped moving. I looked up at his reflection and he smiled at me. To the side of us I saw that Richard was now naked: pressed close behind him stood Alan, also naked. He had his right arm around Richard, playing with his nipples whilst he stroked Richard's cock with his left. It was an erotic sight and I pushed back onto Matt's prick; this clearly had an effect as he started to move inside me with slow but short strokes. He kept up this rhythm for a little while and then began to increase the length and pace of his strokes until he was moving fully and faster into me.
Alan and Richard had now moved the side of us with Richard kneeling in front of Alan, his head moving back and forth. Alan was looking first at Matt, then to me and then to Matt's prick moving in and out of me. It was a terrific kick being watched and a great turn-on, so much so that I started to match Matt's rhythm, thrusting backwards to meet his incoming cock.
`See how much David loves being fucked by me', said Matt, each word emphasised with each thrust.
`You like me fucking you, don't you David'?
`Yes', I breathed.
`Louder', he grunted.
`Yes', I said again, grunting as he rammed into me.
`Tell them you like me fucking you', he demanded, his voice getting hoarse.
I went for it then.
`I love Matt fucking me. I love to get him hard with my mouth so that he can fuck me. I enjoy his prick ramming into my arse. I love to feel him cumming in my arse. I want him to fuck me senseless.....' On and on I went in the same vein, ramming myself back onto his prick as I spoke and then tightening it around his cock as I pulled away from him. From experience, I knew he wouldn't last much longer. I was right.
I may have been right, but it didn't prepare me for how he'd cum.
He started to make shorter but faster strokes. Then, with a hard thrust, he buried his cock into me up to its root. I felt it swell up inside me as I'd never felt it before and then he started to cum. The hotness of the initial jet caught me by surprise as did its force. Then, as he kept cumming in a seemingly endless stream, I felt his cum expand my arse as it forced its way past his cock and then the warm sensation as it leaked out of me and trickled down over my balls. With each jet he gave a strangled groan, digging his fingers into my hips as he held himself inside me.
Gradually, his spasms lessened and his grip loosened until he was still, but he stayed inside me.
`Fucking hell', breathed Richard quietly.
All that broke the silence was Matt's slow but still laboured breathing. I waited a while and then squeezed my arse together, which served to gently push out his softening cock. It came out with a quiet squelching noise and I felt his cum flow out of me and over my balls.
`You are a fucking whore David', said Matt and in saying so, slapped my arse.
I flinched slightly and waited (in pleasurable anticipation) for the next slap. It didn't come.
`Now me', said Richard.
I looked at his reflection as he moved but Alan grabbed his arm.
`No, Richard', he said, `it's me'.
Alan stepped out from behind me and came to my side so that I could look at him. He smiled and then looked down at himself. I followed his gaze. Alan was a big man in every way and his cock was no exception.
It wasn't so much its length, but its thickness. The head of his cock was wet with precum. As I watched, he spread it further over his circumcised length. About a third of the way down it reached its thickest point before tapering again to its root. I was fascinated and apprehensive. It was certainly a beautiful cock, but I knew I could never take it inside me. I watched as Alan slowly stroked himself. When I looked at him again, he was still smiling. He must have guessed my train of thought.
`Relax David, he said, `just relax. It'll be fine. Remember, you're lovely and slippery already from Matt'.
He moved behind me. He placed his hands on my hips and gently pulled, making me move back a little so that I was leant forward more, my tethered wrists causing my arms to outstretch further. Once I had found my new position, Richard moved into view to my left. I wondered quite what he was doing. I quickly found out.
He ducked under my outstretched arm, turned inside them to face me, reached behind to slide my arms slightly further apart and sat himself on the safety bar, leaning back against the window. This put his erect shaven cock on much the same level as my head. My attention was quickly diverted however as I felt the head of Alan's cock against my arse, tensing as I felt it press against my opening.
`Relax David.' Alan said softly. `Relax', he said again. I tried, but I couldn't.
Alan held the light force of his cock against me as I tried to relax. I just knew I couldn't take it. This was the time to say `No' as we'd all agreed previously.
Alan (and Richard) second guessed my thoughts. They had clearly done this before.
Without any roughness Alan simply pressed into me. As I gasped at the sudden invasion and instinctively moved away from him, Richard put his hand behind my head and, using my forward momentum, pulled my open mouth over his prick. With my face hard up against Richard's gut, I had nowhere else to move and Alan's thick cock kept coming. I grunted through my nose as he pressed firmly into me. My arse expanded to take the thickest part of his cock and then closed around his tapering shaft as he carried on relentlessly invading me. After what seemed a long time, he was fully inside me. Richard released my head and pulled his prick out of my mouth. I thankfully gulped some air.
The three of us stayed still. I felt as if my arse would burst with such a seemingly huge cock forced inside it. Richard massaged his prick a couple of times, pulling out more precum. Alan just held me tightly against him. Matt broke the silence; I'd forgotten all about him.
`He's all yours gentleman.' He said. `He's my gift to you for the evening'.
Nobody responded or moved for a short while. Then Alan slowly pulled some way out of me until the thick section of his cock met the muscle of my opening. He paused, and then moved into me again. Matt's cum must have helped the lubrication as he slipped easily, if still painfully, into me. He paused, repeated the movement again and then stopped buried in me.
`I want to watch this', said Richard, easing himself from the bar and ducking under my left arm. He moved behind me, standing to one side. Alan obligingly repeated the previous movement.
`My God', muttered Richard.
Alan then pulled all the way out of me, immediately entering me again before I could protest, the length and breadth of his cock sliding in, aided by the lubrication of Matt's copious cum. I found it easier and relaxed slightly. I could do it. I wasn't going to shout stop now. He repeated the movement, paused, and then repeated it.
`Would you like me to continue, David'? Alan asked.
`Yes', I heard myself say.
`Good, that pleases me', he said and moved once more.
Alan's cock and my arse were fully lubricated now and I was clearly more relaxed. He moved three or four time and then stopped again. I could take it and was happy to continue.
He must have sensed my acceptance as he now began to rhythmically move in and out of me. His movements were strong and assured as he pushed his whole length into me at every stroke. As he moved, I could clearly hear the wet sound as he moved in and out, the scent of Matt's cum in the air around me. I found it arousing and found myself pushing slightly against Alan's incoming cock. As I did so, I was conscious of my semi-hard penis flopping from side-to-side as I moved.
I sensed movement beside me and glanced to see Matt on his knees in front of Richard, his mouth working on his prick. Richard was leaning slightly back, his eyes half closed with pleasure. In the window reflection, I saw Alan look too. It had an effect on us both as he picked up his rhythm and I felt able to relax a little more as I got into the whole atmosphere of the situation I'd willingly got myself into. I was still conscious of the size of him however and felt impaled on his cock at the end of each inward thrust. I wondered how long he could go on; it was pointless to try to tighten my arse on him as it was stretched to its maximum; I couldn't make it any tighter.
Richard unwittingly half solved my dilemma.
Pulling himself out of Matt's hungry mouth he moved across to my side, sat down on the floor and moved himself to sit underneath me, his legs between my parted ones. He reached to take hold of my hips above where Alan's gripped me and then took my penis in his mouth. It was so unexpected, as was the pleasurable feeling it gave me. It was probably his action which spurred Alan on to greater things. He paused for a heart-beat and then started to drive into harder, serving to drive my penis deep into Richard's mouth. On the first drive in, I heard him gag with the unexpected lunge and he drew slightly away to prevent it happening again. Alan continued his harder drive. I waited.
The helpfulness of Matt's lubrication was beginning to fade; this and the tightness of my arse around Alan's cock were clearly having an effect as I sensed his control leaving him. He then caught me and Richard by complete surprise.
Alan let the grip of his right hand go and in one movement slid his arm across my lower stomach, pulling me hard onto him. He gave a loud gasp and bodily lifted me clear of Richard's mouth and my feet off the floor. With me holding on to the bar for support and impaled on his cock with most of my weight on it, Alan came with a roar which I'm sure must have been heard around the club.
I was immediately aware of his cum jetting into me, followed almost immediately by a great feeling of fullness as his cum had nowhere to escape as he filled my arse completely. It was impossible for my arse to expand further and it now felt as if it would burst under the hydraulic pressure of his trapped cum. Soon, the pressure won and I felt it forcing its way past his cock; the pain eased slightly and I relaxed. As his spasms decreased so did the girth of his cock and I felt his cum reach my arse opening, spill out and trickle across my balls. He'd let me go now and I stood, albeit shakily, and Richard moved from under me.
Alan was spent; however, he made no move to come out of me, holding me to him as I felt his cock shrinking slowly, my arse contracting with it but still gripped around it. There was silence in the room; all I could hear was Alan's breathing. I looked sideways at Matthew; he was stood looking at me, stroking his cock and smiling. Richard was now stood beside him, his cock rigid, his eyes half-closed in that slightly cruel look I'd seen before.
As my arse contracted, I felt it start to squeeze out Alan's softening cock. He pulled me harder onto him but eventually my strained arse won and he slipped from me making a soft squelching sound as his penis fell out of me. His cum followed it; I felt the warm flood leave me and flow across my already wet balls and then onto the back of my legs.
Alan let go of me and moved away and into my vision.
`That was some fuck David', he said. `Thanks for sharing him Matt', he continued.
`Now it is my turn', I heard Richard say as he moved behind me.
`Wait', I said. `Give me a minute, my arse feels like it's on fire'.
To this day I don't why I didn't just say `no more'.
`I'll soon cure that', Richard said and moved to my left towards the bar.
We all watched as he lifted the lid from the ice bucket and dipped his hand in. He replaced the lid and then tuned towards me holding up his right hand to show two of his fingers capped with the thimble shaped ice blocks. He advanced towards me and then behind me out of my vision. I was at first puzzled and then quickly realised what he was going to do. I tightened my arse in anticipation but I could feel it remained stretched from Alan's use as I could still feel cum oozing from me.
The coldness hit me and I instinctively moved away but Richard's hand was quicker than me and he pushed the ice into my arse as far as his finger would reach. I gasped as the second one followed it in quick succession. It was a strange feeling, my arse feeling hot and raw around a core of intense cold. So hard had the feeling hit my concentration I hardly felt the tip of Richards smaller cock enter me, reach the ice, and push it deeper into me the length of his prick.
`Fuck that's cold', he said.
It certainly was as I could feel it cooling Alan's cum which was now lubricating Richard. He didn't stay still for long and I can understand why. As he moved in and out of me the heat of my arse was quenched by the melting ice. His movements pushed the cold ahead of him and I could feel the heat of his cock in me. He quickly picked up a rhythm of strokes and I sensed that the long wait for his turn had sapped his control. He made really hard strokes into me, his lower stomach hitting my arse as his shaven root met it. I was immune to his attempted ramming into me, Alan's huge cock had seen to that. Indeed, I started to ram back onto him as I now wanted this over. It worked. Richard gripped my hips and pulled me onto him as he suddenly came, pushing the ice a little further into me.
It was a weird feeling. Firstly, the rush of hot cum, quickly followed by a strange cold sensation as his cum rapidly cooled as it hit the ice. His cumming didn't seem to last very long nor as much as the other two but it clearly pleased him as he grunted and muttered obscenities as he came.
He finished with a long drawn out breath and almost at the same time withdrew from me. He walked to my left and, giving me a slightly contemptuous look, reached down and released my left wrist from the bar.
`You can do the other one', he said casually, turned and walked to the bar.
I freed my right wrist and stood up, letting both robe sashes fall to the floor and looked around me. On the bed, Alan was laid out full-stretched, his hands behind his head and legs parted. Between his legs Matt was knelt, wiping Alan's cock with a flannel taken from the small bowl of water next to the bed. As I watched, Matt dropped the flannel into the bowl; he then moved back slightly paused over Alan's now stiffening cock and lowered his head, taking it into his mouth.
I glanced at Alan and he grinned back at me. Matt was oblivious as he worked on Alan's cock, his kneeling position pushing his arse high in the air. For some reason, Matt's action made me slightly angry as he'd let me be used and was now apparently disinterested in me. My feeling was compounded by the sensations caused by the leaking of water and copious amounts of cum from my arse, down the back of balls and then my legs. I eyed Matt's unturned arse and then glanced at Alan. He caught my gaze and nodded. My cock was now fully stiff and leaking precum. I spread it over its head and moved towards the bed. Alan must have guessed my thoughts as, when I neared the bed, he reached down and held onto Matt's head. He nodded at me again.
I needed no second bidding. In one smooth motion I knelt behind Matt, gripped my wet prick and rammed it fully into Matt's upturned arse. His head sprung for Alan's cock as he gasped, either in surprise or pain, or both. His reaction made him move away, taking him along Alan's body. I followed. As Matt's head drew level with Alan's shoulder, Alan put his big arms around him, gripping him in a bear-hug. Matt gasped again, in surprise this time I felt. I needed no more encouragement from Alan.
With only the lubrication provided by my precum I fucked Matt. It was raw sex born out of the angry feeling I had, I know not why. It was little short of rape. Alan held Matt fast as I rammed as hard and roughly as I could into him. Matt gasped, called out things which were muffled by Alan's chest, grunted and gripped the bed sheets in his tightly clenched fists.
I don't think it went on for long, I can't really recall, only that when I came I thought my heart would fail, so powerful was the release of pent-up feeling. I do remember however that as I came, the anger subsided and a great feeling of relief washed over me. When I finished, I stayed inside Matt; Alan let go of him but none of us moved.
`Bastards', Matt murmured, but that was all he said.
I pulled my softened cock from Matt, looking down as I did so. There were small spots of blood, mixed in with my cum. I must have been rougher than I realised. I turned to head for the shower room. As I did so, I caught Richard's eye. He was leant with his back against the bar, drink in hand. He raised it in silent salute.
`Not so submissive then', he said. His glance flipped down, taking in my cum streaked penis.
I walked over to where my silk robe had been left by the waiter. I didn't put it on. I held it loosely in one hand, letting it drag across the floor as I headed for the shower. I spent at least ten minutes under the hot shower. I no longer pondered on what I was doing or how I felt. I soaped myself and used the fluted cleaner to flush out the residue cum. After towelling myself dry I shrugged on the silk rope and went back into the room. The light had been dimmed. I was right then, they had been brighter when I previously left the bathroom. I shrugged and thought nothing more of it. The room was empty; I looked right and saw the three of them in the Jacuzzi with one of the near naked waiters standing next to them with four glasses on a tray. I walked into the area just as the waiter finished placing the glasses on the ledge around the side of the tub. The waiter held out his hand to take my robe. Instead, I turned my back to him and he instinctively reached and slid the robe from me; his hand running down my back as he did so. I glanced at him and he widened his eyes ever so slightly in acknowledgement that I'd noticed the contact. I climbed up the short ladder and into the tub. All three had taken their glasses; I took mine and as I turned around, they all raised their glasses towards me.
`Cheers', they chorused. I raised my glass in turn. Never had ice-cold champagne tasted so good.
We sat in the tub for a while relaxing making small-talk. I felt totally at ease now, naked in male company without any inhibitions. Once, as we talked, Alan, who was sat opposite me, ran his foot gently over my penis, slippery in the bubbling soapy water. I looked up and he grinned at me; I don't think the others noticed. Alan did notice however that my cock had stirred. He winked at me. I had the feeling that he was more interested in me than just for this evening; not that anything could come of it as I only had tonight before leaving for the UK.
The entrance of the older waiter broke the mood. He nodded to Matt and then left.
`We should move guys, they want to clear the room'
We left the tub in turn. The two waiters had appeared with towels and patted each of us dry and helped us into our robes. The one who had touched me earlier had towelled me and helped me with my robe. I was struck how good looking he was and how good he looked in just the waistcoat and thong. I noticed that Richard was roused and eyeing up one of the waiters, who appeared not to notice. I looked as the waiters left with the damp towels, noticing what a well-formed arse my waiter had. How I'd changed my view of things!
We changed into our clothes. As we did so, Matt suggested a brandy in the bar to round off the evening. We all agreed and headed down the stairs. As we entered the bar I felt a little self-conscious as I'm sure the members would know the reason for us all being together. I needn't have worried. There were only eight or so men in there. The older waiter was in conversation with two well presented men who both looked up as we entered; both of them making brief eye contact with me. One of the men withdrew an envelope from inside his suit jacket and passed it to the waiter. They then both rose and left, bidding us good-night as they went. The waiter looked in our direction and Matt ordered four large brandies.
We made light conversation whilst we waited for our drinks. After a few minutes the waiter came with our drinks, serving firstly Matt, then Alan, Richard and lastly, me. After he placed my drink on the table he put beside it an envelope with my name on it, written in perfect copper-plate handwriting. It was the same envelope I'd seen one of the recently departed men pass to him. I looked at him but he expertly avoided my gaze, turned and left the room. As he passed the bar he nodded to the two barmen who bowed in return. When he closed the door behind him, the two barmen visibly relaxed.
`Well, aren't you going to open it?' Matt asked, breaking into my thoughts.
I looked at him and then the others; I rapidly realised that there was more to this. Alan reached down, picked up the paper knife and handed it to me. I paused for a few seconds, took it from him, inserted the knife under the flap of the envelope and slit it open.
In the envelope was a single sheet of high quality notepaper folded in three. Opening it revealed a few line of meticulous handwriting, the same as on the envelope.
It read:
Dear David, It gives me great pleasure to welcome you as a full member of our club. The committee is unanimous in its decision to accept you as a valued new member of the club and are confident that you will exercise the discretion that we expect. On proposing your membership, members have spoken favourably to the committee on the value of your company and good manners both to them and also to the staff. Recent events also played a significant part in the committee's decision.
The letter went on to outline the cost of membership and mentioned `certain benefits' offered albeit without being specific as to what the benefits were. The letter ended with the usual courtesies and was signed with flourish by a name I didn't know.
I quickly scanned the letter again. As I reached the end of it, a light ripple of polite applause brought me out of my thoughts. Looking up I saw my three companions smiling at me and beyond them the members present also smiling. I was taken aback by the suddenness of it all and with a flood of questions which were overtaken by the obvious need to say something. I stood up.
`Gentlemen,' I began hesitantly, `I thank you all for the trust that you have given me and I can assure you that it is valued and will be guarded by me.' I paused, stuck for something fitting to continue. Then, I realised it was easy: I continued `I take it this means that I am now able to buy you all a drink?' I turned to look at the barmen. `Drinks all round please', I called. The men all stood and applauded again. I was a member.
Alan and Richard came out to the cab to say their goodbyes. Alan clasped both his hands around mine as we shook hands. He thanked me and said he felt sure we'd meet again in the not too distant future. Richard, ever the cooler of the two, shook my hand and said he hoped to meet me again sometime. They both waved as the taxi drew away.
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<p>The following account refers to events that took place in the
early part of 1970 when I was in the Fifth Form of a prestigious
Australian boarding school. I was a precocious child and as a
result of this, I had been allowed to begin my secondary
education two years younger than was normal, so at this stage I
had only recently turned 14 years old. </p>
<p>After this length of time at the school, I was completely
acclimatized to the environment and I was now considered to be a
senior student. Academically I was one of the strongest students
in my Form - in all modesty, probably the strongest - and I had
started to work exceptionally hard. In my early days at the
school, I had been rather poorly behaved, I am afraid. Ill
disciplined, impulsive, more than a little dishonest, but over
time my behaviour had improved markedly and so by this stage I
think that it is fair to say that I was reasonably well respected
in the school by those in power and authority, I was bright,
hardworking, and generally well behaved. This didn't mean,
though, that I was free from the fear and fact of corporal
punishment. In fact, to an extent, the opposite was true. I was
seen as having real potential that needed to be preserved and
nurtured. If I misbehaved, it was considered that much more
important to bring me back on track. In a real sense, once we
entered the Fifth Form, I feel that the school tended to deal
more severely with those they had the highest hopes for. I wasn't
punished anywhere near as often as badly behaved boys, but that
was because I misbehaved much more rarely. When I did misbehave,
my punishments tended to be more severe. The school also streamed
its pupils into groups based on ability and achievement and I was
in the top stream for every subject that I was doing. In some
cases there was only one stream, but generally this meant that I
was grouped with those others who were deemed to show real
potential. So the practice of treating us a little more severely
than was normal, was something I had to deal with all the time.
Not every member of staff did it. But enough did to make it
rather noticeable. </p>
<p>At the start of Fifth Form, they generally gave boys four
weeks to get back into decent schoolroom habits. And when the
fifth week came, that's when real and serious learning started.
And that's when this story takes place. </p>
<p>I was already working hard before this fateful week arrived. I
had slacked off my very first week back, but a 'discussion' with
my House Master convinced me that this was rather unwise and so
for three weeks, I had been working hard. I was doing a lot of
subjects - more than was normal - and there were a couple that I
had deliberately taken because I thought they would be easy. One
of these was History. </p>
<p>The teacher of this subject was one of our fairly rare female
teachers - a Mistress rather than a Master. Miss Gill was quite
young - perhaps in her late twenties or early thirties - and
hadn't been at the school long. I believe this was her second
year there. She was a nice enough lady who generally ran a fairly
relaxed class. We knew which of our teachers were strict
disciplinarians and which weren't - she was somewhere in the
middle I suppose. She expected results and hard work, but she
didn't normally obsess about minor issues and she had never in
anyone's experience used the cane. </p>
<p>I'll be honest - about half the boys taken her class, like
myself, regarded it as a place to get easy results. And so, we
didn't take it as seriously as we should have. To be honest, it
was probably a bit rude to someone who, as far as I can recall,
was a very good and very dedicated teacher. </p>
<p>It was our last period of the regular school day, and I had my
first inter-school debate that evening. I had recently become
Captain of Debating (something I was very proud of) and
representatives of another prominent school were coming to our
school and I had to be organized to meet them and take them to
dinner. My two team mates were in this class with me, and we were
looking over our notes at the back of the room, trying to be
inconspicuous. There was quite a lot of talking going on, all
around the room and Miss Gill told us all to settle down. </p>
<p>We did for maybe two minutes I suppose, before the chatting
started up again. She let it go on for a few minutes, before she
again called for quiet. This time she seemed a little angry, so
we did quiet down properly. </p>
<p>Three minutes later, one of my teammates slid a note across to
me asking a question about the debate and rather than write a
note back - passing notes was rather more frowned on than
talking, I whispered to him: "Let's talk about it after
class." </p>
<p>"Rysher!" </p>
<p>I jumped and sat up straight. Miss Gill sounded very cross, a
great contrast from her normal pleasant tones. "Yes,
Miss." </p>
<p>"Were you talking?" </p>
<p>"I was just -" </p>
<p>"Were you talking?" </p>
<p>"Yes, Miss." </p>
<p>"Go and see Mr Keanes and tell him that you have
repeatedly disrupted my class." </p>
<p>I was a bit shocked. Mr Keanes was our Deputy Headmaster and
the most feared disciplinarian in the school. And I do mean
feared. He really was, at this stage of my schooling, the only
master who I was genuinely frightened of. Being sent to Mr Keanes
was a serious threat. It was also quite a common one among
teachers who didn't use the cane themselves. But it was a threat
- it was rarely acted upon. It really didn't seem fair to me at
the time that I was being sent to Mr Keanes without explicit
warning - if she'd said "Be quiet or I'll send you to Mr
Keanes", I would have had no complaints - and I also
wouldn't have whispered. But her warning hadn't said that, and I
really did feel this was a little unfair. </p>
<p>Now, in reality, Miss Gill had done nothing wrong at all. I
had knowingly broken a classroom rule and another teacher might
well have caned for that. She was fully justified in sending me
to see Mr Keanes, but it just didn't feel right. </p>
<p>The simple honest truth is that I was genuinely scared of the
cane. And I was genuinely scared of Mr Keanes. Add it together
and as I slowly stood up, I was feeling, just a little
mistreated. </p>
<p>I left the classroom and headed down to the main building
where Mr Keanes had his study. I was a little upset already. Mr
Keanes always caned - everybody knew it. If she'd sent to my Form
Master, or even the Headmaster, I might have had a realistic
chance of not being caned - or of getting just a token stroke or
two. But Mr Keanes - he caned so readily, and being in the Fifth
Form, the chances of me getting less than three were truly
remote. </p>
<p>I don't want to give the impression that Mr Keanes was some
sort of sadist. That would be very unfair and I have no
absolutely no reason to think that. In my view, he was simply a
very old fashioned master in an already old fashioned school. Our
Headmaster treated the cane as a necessary evil. He'd use it and
he'd use it well, but if he could find an excuse to avoid using
it, then he probably would avoid it. I don't think that ever
would have even occurred to Mr Keanes. To him, the cane was
simply another teaching tool, like chalk or a blackboard. Where
appropriate you took it out, you used it, and then you put it
away. It wasn't pleasant to use it - but it wasn't anything to
worry about either. He had very close to the same powers of
punishment as the Headmaster (possibly the same - there's one
grey area, I've never been sure about). He could cane a boy
across his trousers as any Master could - but he could also flog
a boy on the bare bottom and he did do that on occasion (although
never to me, thankfully - though that did happen twice at the
hands of the Head, himself). </p>
<p>As I entered the main school building, I was hoping that,
perhaps, Mr Keanes might not be there. I'd then have to return to
my classroom where it could at least be hoped that Miss Gill
might let me off on further reflection. But as I approached his
study, I could see that his door was open and I could hear him
talking inside. So I resigned myself to the inevitable and sat
down to wait until he was free. </p>
<p>"You are in a great deal of trouble, Clayton. Refusing to
take a caning from a Master is a very, very serious thing. I
should flog you right now without question. But you're very new
here, so I'll give you a chance. Go back to class and take your
punishment and we'll say no more about it." </p>
<p>"But I didn't do anything wrong!" </p>
<p>"Mr Cannon says you did, and I have to believe Mr Cannon.
Now once again, will you go back and take your punishment like a
man or do I have to flog you?" </p>
<p>"I won't be caned." </p>
<p>"I assure you, you will be." </p>
<p>"I WON'T." A second later, a young boy came running
out the door next to where I was sitting and began sprinting down
the halls passed me. Three or four seconds after that, Mr Keanes
appeared at the door, saw me sitting there, and snapped
"Rysher, bring him back." </p>
<p>I jumped to my feet and gave chase. He was pretty fast for a
twelve year old, but I had a couple of years on him spent in a
very physical environment and I knew the school much better than
he did - he was only in the First Form and had only been at the
school a month. He almost made it to the gates - he was a day boy
and I think he was trying to make a bid for home. I overhauled
him, and grabbed his arms. He struggled a bit until I told him
that if he didn't calm down, I'd give him a good thumping. For
some reason he believed me and stopped struggling. But he refused
to move. </p>
<p>"Come on, kid. Back to Mr Keanes." </p>
<p>"No! Please let me go!" </p>
<p>"I can't do that, sorry. If I don't take you back, I'll
be in even more trouble and I don't want that to happen. I'm
already going to get the cane, I don't need any more of it."
</p>
<p>He started, reluctantly walking. I had my hand on his arm and
I wasn't letting go, and I'd have dragged him if necessary.
"What did you do, kid?" </p>
<p>"Nothing!" </p>
<p>"OK, what did they say you did?" </p>
<p>"Mr Cannon says I threw a spit ball at him, but I didn't.
It wasn't me." </p>
<p>"Did you tell him that?" </p>
<p>"Yes, I did. But he wouldn't believe me." </p>
<p>"Well... you'll get away with stuff you did at some
stage. It all evens out in the end." I spoke from
experience. While most canings I had received were richly
deserved, there had been a couple where I hadn't deserved it. But
for each of those occasions, there were at least half a dozen
where I'd got away with something I could have and should have
been caned for. I'm not saying that made the unwarranted
occasions, fair. But they were just a fact of life. Our Masters
tried to be fair, they really did, I think. But they weren't
perfect. </p>
<p>"It's not fair!" </p>
<p>"No, it isn't, you're right - Clayton, is it? It's not
fair. But you've got a choice, kid - or maybe you have a choice
if Mr Keanes is still offering. You can get two or three on your
shorts, probably, for something you didn't do - the spitball - or
you can get six on your bare bottom for something you did do
which is refuse a caning. Maybe that's fairer - but speaking as
someone who's been there, forget fair - take the lesser
punishment." </p>
<p>We were close to the doors of main school again by this stage,
and he saw this and dug his feet in and refused to move. </p>
<p>"Come on, kid. Don't make me carry you." </p>
<p>"What's the problem here?" </p>
<p>Coming around the corner was a sixth form boy, a newly minted
prefect. He was a day boy and we didn't know each other well, but
we knew each others name. And what he could see was an older boy
- me - with his arm locked on a younger boy - Clayton - who
seemed to be trying to get away from me. Naturally he needed to
satisfy himself that I had some lawful purpose for manhandling a
younger boy. </p>
<p>"Hi Campion - I have to take this first former back to Mr
Keanes. He tried to do a runner." </p>
<p>"All right, Rysher... actually I think I'd better come
with you. See he gets there safe and sound. You don't
object?" </p>
<p>"Not at all." I knew he was doing his job. Making
sure I was taking the kid to Keanes. Fact is, Campion may not
have known I was now a paragon of virtue - it takes a while to
overcome a reputation scarred by being beaten in front of most of
the school. Clayton accepted the inevitable at this point. He
might have got away from me. He wasn't getting away from two
older boys. </p>
<p>Campion came with us to Mr Keanes study. When we arrived, Mr
Keanes was standing outside waiting. Campion was about to move
on, but Mr Keanes gestured to him to stop. The Deputy Head turned
to Clayton and I tried to intervene. </p>
<p>"Sir, perhaps if you gave Clayton one last chance?"
I hoped I'd convinced him to act sensibly. Mr Keanes looked a bit
annoyed at my interference - for all I know he may still have
intended to give Clayton another chance - and then asked the
question. </p>
<p>"Will you take your punishment from Mr Cannon,
Clayton." </p>
<p>Clayton shook his head, and I have to admit I admired the tone
of his voice. "I WON'T BE CANED." </p>
<p>"Oh yes, you will. Bring him in Rysher, Campion, you come
in as well." </p>
<p>I dragged Clayton to the desk, as Mr Keanes closed his study
door and locked it. Then he stepped up and closed his window,
pulling closed the curtains as well. Next to the door, Campion
switched on the lights. </p>
<p>"Let him go, Rysher." I did so. "Pull your
trousers down, Clayton." </p>
<p>"NO!" </p>
<p>"Grab his arms, Nathan. You grab his legs, Jacob. We'll
have to do this the hard way." </p>
<p>I did as I was told and Jacob took his other end and we
carried him despite his struggles to where Mr Keanes indicated
next to an old armchair. </p>
<p>"Hold him over it - you both should know how it
works." </p>
<p>I pulled Claytons arms forward and then pulled down, so I was
crouching in front of the chair holding on. Campion was kneeling
down next to Clayton's legs on the other side of the armchair,
while the boy himself was bent over the top of the chair. Mr
Keanes placed his hands into the waist band of the boys shorts
and tried to pull them down, but the belt on the hips held them
in place. </p>
<p>"Keep hold of him and stand up, Nathan, and you keep hold
of him, Jacob. Turn him round so he's facing me." </p>
<p>The boy was struggling but I had a good grip and was stronger.
Mr Keanes undid his belt and then the buttons of his short
trousers and pulled them down. Then he placed his hands in the
waistband of his underpants and tugged them down as well. </p>
<p>Clayton was still a little boy. No hair, his penis -
uncircumcised which I noticed because it was rather unusual at
the time - showed perhaps the early signs of growth, but puberty
clearly was not a major factor in his life as yet, and realizing
that I felt very sorry for him. A flogging was a serious
punishment, and it seemed wrong to me that such a little boy was
facing it. I realise now that he was actually a year older than I
had been when I was first flogged, but I was a second former then
and I felt older. </p>
<p>"Get him back over. And hold him still." He walked
to an umbrella stand behind his door, and took out a cane, while
we pulled Clayton back into the proper position. I was looking
right into his eyes - they were wide and white, and his mouth was
open. His face was red. </p>
<p>Mr Keanes took his line, drew the cane back and slammed it
down HARD. The look on Clayton's face was hard to describe.
Shock, pain, and then tears welled in the corner of his eyes. He
looked at me almost pleadingly as the cane was drawn back and I
gripped him harder. He yelped at the second stroke, and jerked
and so did I, and then, mercifully he lowered his head down so I
didn't need to look into his face. It had never occurred to me to
turn away or to close my eyes. I was mesmerized by the
experience. </p>
<p>Six strokes in less than twenty seconds, I think, but it's
hard to judge time in this situation. I just bit my lip and held
his wrists and watched the back of Clayton's head and listened to
his yelps and sobs, until Mr Keanes had discharged the task at
hand. </p>
<p>"Let him up." </p>
<p>I released his wrists and realised I'd left finger marks
there. He straightened up rapidly and his hands flew around to
his bottom. His penis flopped and it seemed to me to have
lengthened slightly since I had first seen it. I wasn't sure what
to make of that - but it had in all probability been pushed up
against the fabric of the armchair, so I did wonder if that had
had some effect. His face was red and tear stained. Jacob Campion
put a hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off with a very
petulant motion. I slowly stood up and waited to be told what to
do next. For some reason I wasn't thinking that clearly. </p>
<p>"Pull your pants up, boy." </p>
<p>As he bent down to grab his underpants that were down around
his ankle I saw his bottom - half a dozen (I suppose - I didn't
count) angry red lines were becoming visible on the curved white
flesh. He tugged up his underpants and his shorts and then began
to run for the door. I moved to intercept, looking at Mr Keanes.
He said quietly. "Let him go, it's over now," so I let
him run away. </p>
<p>I stood looking at Campion as Mr Keanes returned his cane to
the umbrella stand. He reached into his trouser pocket and drew
out a couple of coins, "Here, boys." He gave myself one
and Campion one - a fifty cent coin. I pocketed mine immediately.
"You two can go." </p>
<p>I realised why I was there and stood my ground as Campion left
the room. "Um, Sir... I was sent to see you." </p>
<p>He looked at me, a rather stern appearance on his face.
"What for?" </p>
<p>"Talking in class, Sir." He raised an eyebrow.
"After three warnings." </p>
<p>He pursed his lips and considered for about twenty seconds.
"Don't do it again - and I <strong>mean</strong> it." </p>
<p>"Yes, Sir." </p>
<p>I shot off and returned to class. I went in and began to walk
to my desk. </p>
<p>"What happened, Rysher?" Miss Gill called from her
place near the board, her voice quite pleasant, once again. </p>
<p>"He let me off." </p>
<p>"What?" her tone had changed again. </p>
<p>"He let me off with a warning, Miss." I turned to
face her, out of politeness. </p>
<p>She drew her breath. "Go and borrow a cane, Rysher?"
</p>
<p>"Oh, Miss -" </p>
<p>"Go and borrow a cane." </p>
<p>"Yes, Miss." </p>
<p>I stepped out of the room again and went looking for an
occupied classroom to see if could find a teacher who was
carrying a cane. A few doors down, I saw Mr Cannon at the front
of a class. Mr Cannon was another rather new Master and not very
good at controlling a class from what I had heard. There was a
cane sitting in open sight on his desk and I knocked on the door.
</p>
<p>"Yes... Rysher, is it?" </p>
<p>"Yes, Sir. Please Sir, Miss Gill would like to borrow
your cane." </p>
<p>"Come and get it." </p>
<p>As I stepped into the room, I could hear absolutely piteous
sobbing off to one side. At the desk closest to the door, his
head down between his arms resting on the desk was Clayton. He
was sobbing his heart out on that desk and I felt a wave of mixed
pity and contempt for him. Pity because I knew he was hurting.
Contempt because of the way he was taking it, in public. You had
to be strong. </p>
<p>Mr Cannon saw me looking. "Don't mind him, Rysher. He's
had a bit of a bad time today." I continued walking to the
desk and picked up the cane. I had other things to worry about
besides Clayton's pain. </p>
<p>I returned to my classroom and handed the cane to Miss Gill.
While I'd been gone she had placed her teachers chair almost in
the centre of the front of the room. </p>
<p>"Bend over." She said it is a very firm voice. And I
did as I was told. </p>
<p>The first stroke came with a second of my bending before I had
any time to prepare myself and it hurt a bit but nothing
particularly bad. The second stroke came very shortly after, very
low, very poorly targeted but she hardly took time to aim. It
missed my bottom completely, cutting in about two thirds of the
way up my calves. I straightened up - something I nearly never
did, because you were not meant to until you were told out of
sheer shock. It hurt, certainly, but not incredibly. It was
mostly a matter of where she had hit. </p>
<p>"That will do. Take the cane back." </p>
<p>"Yes, Miss." I walked out the door deliberately
smiling at my classmates until I was in the hall outside when I
leaned myself against the wall and breathed a few times to let
the pain fade out as much as possible. </p>
<p>I returned to Mr Cannon's room and knocked on his door. He
gestured to his desk and I walked over to put the cane on it. I
could see the first formers looking at me so I made sure I showed
no sign of pain at first. And then I heard another sob, deep and
mournful from Clayton and dropped my pretence. I didn't
exaggerate how I was feeling, but I dropped the happy act. It
wasn't fair to him to make it look like a caning was a joke. With
older boys, I'd have had no sympathy for him. But I knew, a month
into their first form, most of these boys hadn't been caned yet
and they were probably going to absorb the contempt us older boys
would show for weakness without any understanding of how truly
hard it could be to be strong. So as I walked back, I limped a
bit, and let my hand just rub once. Let them see it hurt. I
reached the door and stopped. And thought and turned. </p>
<p>"Mr Cannon, Sir. I think Clayton needs to go to the
infirmary." </p>
<p>"I beg your pardon?" </p>
<p>"I saw what Mr Keanes did, Sir. And he needs to go. I'm
sure Mr Keanes would have sent him after that, but he didn't hang
around long enough to find out." </p>
<p>This was not on, really. It wasn't the place of a fifth form
boy to say this to a Master. If Clayton had been in my House, I
might have had some semblance of right to say this, but he was a
day boy, nothing to do with me. Still I said it and Mr Cannon
looked at me, and nodded. </p>
<p>"Could you take him then, Rysher, if he's really that
hurt?" </p>
<p>"Sir. Come with me, kid." </p>
<p>I lead him out the door. </p>
<p>He was crying very heavily and it was a fairly long walk from
where our classrooms were to the schools medical centre -
boarding houses had their own infirmaries, the medical centre
handled serious injuries but was also used by day boys for more
minor issues. We walked in silence for a moment and then he
spoke. </p>
<p>"Did you get caned too?" </p>
<p>"Yes, I did." I decided not to tell him that Mr
Keanes had let me off, but my answer was still truthful. </p>
<p>"It's awful." </p>
<p>"Yes, it can be. But it's over now, kid." </p>
<p>"If I deserved it... but I didn't. It was... can I tell
you who it was. I don't want to dob." </p>
<p>My contempt for him dropped back a bit. At least he understood
how that worked. </p>
<p>"Yeah, you can tell me. It's only dobbing if you tell
staff - sometimes prefects too. I'm just another boy." </p>
<p>"It was Landon. And he shoulda owned up, shouldn't
he?" </p>
<p>This was a tricky one. Our rules on schoolboy honour were kind
of complicated. It was really up to Clayton if he took a
punishment for another boy. He couldn't dob, but if he was
falsely accused all he had to say was 'Fair go' and it was then
expected for the other boy to own his offence. You did take
punishment for others sometimes - not that often, but the way
some Masters were, and Mr Cannon might well have been one of
them, sometimes all owning up did got both of you caned. So it
was left up to the boy facing unwarranted punishment to decide. </p>
<p>But regardless - once it became clear that Clayton was to go
to Mr Keanes, Landon - and thinking about it, I remembered Landon
- he was a new boy in my House - should have owned up, regardless
of the 'Fair Go' rule. You couldn't expect a classmate to take a
flogging for you when all you'd get was - I felt it was likely
that Mr Cannon might have handed out two, or at most three, for a
spitball - maybe only one if a boy confessed like that. Landon
should have owned up. But the nuances of how it worked, though
clear to me after four years in the school, might have reasonably
escaped a First Form boy. </p>
<p>"Yes, maybe he should have. It's hard to say. You should
have called 'Fair Go.'" </p>
<p>Clayton stopped and his voice cracked as he almost wailed.
"But I did!" </p>
<p>And that changed everything. </p>
<p>No doubt. No dispute. There were rules. There were
understandings. There were codes. And that was a violation of one
of the most important. </p>
<p>"I'm sorry, Clayton. I'm really sorry. That shouldn't
have happened. And I'll try and make sure it doesn't happen
again." </p>
<p>Landon was in my House. Now boarders relationships with day
boys weren't always very good. although I think they were better
at my school than they were at many other boarding schools. We
didn't always treat day boys with complete respect though. And I
felt what had happened here quite keenly. Day boys were to an
extent, second class citizens - but for someone from my House to
violate our codes like that with a day boy as its victim - that
to me was adding injury to insult. </p>
<p>We arrived at the medical centre and I took him in. In the
reception area sat one of the under-Matrons - these were nurses
who acted to relieve our House Matrons when needed, and who
worked in the medical centre most of the time. I knew this one
fairly well, as she'd taken on my house more than once. She was
one of the youngest of them. </p>
<p>"Hello Nathan. Have you been in the wars?" </p>
<p>"I'm just escorting Clayton here. I'll let him tell you
why. But can you give me a slip?" </p>
<p>"You're Fifth Form, do you need one?" </p>
<p>Junior boys had to get a blue slip if they went to the
infirmary during school time to prove where they had been. Senior
boys - and I was one now - were trusted (to an extent - they'd
sometimes check we'd been and if they found out we hadn't, there
would be hell to pay) and didn't normally need slips. But I'd
been sent on what was meant to be a minute long errand to return
a cane, and that was probably close to ten minutes ago now - I
was missing quite a bit of Miss Gill's class, all things being
considered. </p>
<p>"It might be wise, yes." </p>
<p>So she wrote me a slip and I ran back to class. </p>
<p>When I entered Miss Gill was sitting at her desk and she
meaningfully glanced at the clock. Before she could say anything,
I walked over and handed her the slip. She looked at it and at me
- and gestured for me to go back to my desk. I went and sat down
and began copying some dates from the board until five minutes
before the bell was due to sound. </p>
<p>"All right, boys. After you settled down, you've worked
well, so you can take an early mark. Off you go - Rysher, could
you stay for a moment?" </p>
<p>Oh great. Now, what? </p>
<p>As my classmates streamed out at the end of the day, I
approached her desk. </p>
<p>"Miss, I'm sorry I talked. It was rude of -" </p>
<p>"Are you all right, Nathan?" Her voiced was very
concerned. She was holding the blue slip and I suddenly realised
that from her perspective she handed out a very rare caning (for
all I know it could have been her first) and then I'd disappeared
coming back with a note from the infirmary. "Did I hurt
you?" </p>
<p>"Oh no, Miss. You didn't hurt me! Mr Cannon asked me to
take one of his boys to the infirmary. That's nothing to do with
you." </p>
<p>"Oh good." She was obviously relieved. Then she
frowned a bit. "So I didn't hurt you?" </p>
<p>"Well, Miss... how can I put this. Yes, you did hurt me,
but you didn't <em>hurt</em> me. I mean you did what you were
trying to do, but I won't drop dead or anything." </p>
<p>"So that was effective?" </p>
<p>"Effective enough, Miss, that I don't want you to try
again!" </p>
<p>"I'm glad - well, not that I hurt you. I wish I hadn't
had to do that. But you were warned, Nathan. And I can't let you
get away with just ignoring what I say like that. You
understand?" </p>
<p>"I know, Miss. No hard feelings, Miss, I swear. I
shouldn't have talked - I got what I deserved - but,
Miss..." I wondered if I was going too far, but decided it
had to be said. "You might want to aim more next time. I
don't think you meant to get me where you got me with that second
one." </p>
<p>"You're right. I didn't. But you're lucky - because I was
going to give you three." </p>
<p>"All's well, Miss, then. Can I go. I have to catch the
others so I can finish the conversation you so rudely
interrupted." </p>
<p>"Don't be cheeky, Nathan. Yes, you may go, but be very
careful." </p>
<p>I bolted, found my debating team and we set to discussing
strategy for the night. </p>
<p>The debate did not go well that evening - no, that's not true.
We lost but that was because we were beaten by the better team.
We did a fair job, but they simply outclassed us. My mood was
rather neutral as I returned to the House. I was annoyed we'd
lost, and as I saw Landon crossing the hall in front of me, my
mood did not improve. I wanted a word with him. I wanted to make
it clear to him some basic concepts of school boy honour. </p>
<p>But I had to be fair. Maybe he didn't know what he'd done. </p>
<p>So I sought out our House Captain and I found him in his
study/bedroom. Evening was winding down - prep was over (I'd been
exempt because of the debate) and junior boys were starting to
get ready for bed, but the senior boys still had quite a lot of
time if they wanted to take it. Our House Captain for that year,
and myself were quite different personalities. He was a rower, I
was a swot. Two very different parts of the school hierarchy. But
we got on well enough. </p>
<p>"Chris, I don't suppose you could tell me who Gary
Landon's mentor was?" </p>
<p>Every First Form boy was assigned a Third Form boy as a mentor
in his first couple of weeks in the school. It was the mentor's
job - informally for the most part - to make sure he learned the
rules, both official and unofficial - including the basics of our
code of honour. </p>
<p>"Give me a sec, Nathan." He opened a desk drawer and
pulled out a red notebook. "Landon was placed with Derek
Gordon." </p>
<p>"Cheers, Chris." </p>
<p>Derek was actually a fairly close friend - despite being two
forms younger and two years younger. Actually that was why he was
a good friend - he was the only other boy in the House who like
myself had been allowed to enter the school two years earlier
than normal. Despite our age difference, that gave us a
commonality and I took an interest in him. I'd also been his
mentor when I was in third form. I found him cleaning his teeth
in the bathroom. </p>
<p>"Derek, I've got a question for you. Gary Landon was your
telem, this year?" </p>
<p>"Yes, he was. Why?" </p>
<p>"I need to check - did you tell him the codes?
Specifically did you tell him about 'Fair go?'" </p>
<p>"Yes, I did. And, yes, I did." </p>
<p>"Are you sure? It's important." </p>
<p>"No doubt. I even tested him on them, because he didn't
seem to be taking them that seriously. Written test - you can see
it if you like?" </p>
<p>"You gave him a written test?" </p>
<p>"Of course." </p>
<p>"I didn't give you a written test." </p>
<p>"You didn't need to." </p>
<p>We went into the prep room and Derek rummaged through his
desk. He pulled out a sheet of looseleaf and handed it to me. It
was a written test on the code (and incidentally when I was House
Captain the following year, I made copies and gave it to all our
first formers - because I took these things rather seriously) and
one question was on the code. </p>
<p>"If you do something wrong and another boy is being
punished for it, and he cries out 'Fair Go' you have to own up to
it." He understood the code. No doubt. </p>
<p>"Thanks Derek." </p>
<p>"Is Gary in trouble?" </p>
<p>"You don't want to know, Derek." </p>
<p>"All right." </p>
<p>That was for both their benefits. If Derek had known what I
was going to do, he'd have been in trouble for not reporting me.
If I'd told him what I knew Landon had done - well, Landon was
meant to be able to go to Derek if needed, for help - and it
might have soured their relationship if Derek knew the junior boy
had broken the codes. Actually with Derek, it might not have
mattered. He wasn't as into the codes as I was. </p>
<p>I waited until the First Form boys were trooping to bed, and
then I walked past them. As a fifth former I had no real
authority over junior boys - sixth formers had a small amount.
Prefects had more, and the House Captain had a lot, but a fifth
former really wasn't considered much different from a first
former in the hierarchy (except in emergencies). But I was still
older, and so what I did wasn't questioned by the first form
boys. </p>
<p>"Junior common room is a mess - I need one of you to come
and clean it - you Landon, you'll do." </p>
<p>He was wearing only his pyjamas - it was still a fairly warm
time of the year, and he obediently trooped down to the hall with
me. We stepped around the corner, and I turned and grabbed his
collar and thrust him against the wall. </p>
<p>"Listen, you little toad. Did you throw the spitball that
got Clayton caned?" </p>
<p>"Yessir." </p>
<p>"You broke a serious code today, and Cyril Clayton copped
a flogging because of it. Now, I'm not going to hurt you. But if
you ever break the code again, I'll make sure everybody knows it.
Is that clear to you, mate?" </p>
<p>"Yes, Rysher." </p>
<p>"You'll apolo-" </p>
<p>"Rysher. Drop that boy." </p>
<p>Chris Bancroft, our Captain had rounded the corner and he
looked very angry. "Landon, get to bed. Rysher, come with
me." </p>
<p>I followed - I had no choice. As we got to his study room, he
slammed the door in my face, and I waited until he opened it
again. When he did, a cane was resting on his bed. I walked in
and he shut the door. </p>
<p>"Bullying, Rysher?" </p>
<p>"No, Bancroft. It wasn't bullying." </p>
<p>"It certainly looked like it - you had a firsty pinned to
the wall, Rysher. And he should have been in bed as well. What
the... blazes is going on?" </p>
<p>"Landon let a day boy take a flogging today for something
he'd done. And the kid called fair go - and Landon just let it
happen anyway." </p>
<p>"I see." </p>
<p>"I just wanted to scare him. Let him know that it isn't
on. We can't let a first former in our House get away with that -
it's not good for the House." </p>
<p>"You should have told me." </p>
<p>"I wasn't sure he did it. The other kid's a bit wet to
tell you the truth, and I wasn't sure who I believed. But Landon
admitted it, just then. It happened. And I hope it won't happen
again." </p>
<p>"Still... I understand why you're angry, Nathan. But that
wasn't on." </p>
<p>"I wasn't going to hurt him. I just wanted to scare
him." </p>
<p>Bancroft picked up the cane. "I believe you, Nat. But I'm
going to have to cane you. I can't let that go on in the House
either." </p>
<p>"I know. But it wasn't bullying." </p>
<p>"Would you agree with... menacing?" </p>
<p>"Yeah, I can't argue with that, I suppose." </p>
<p>"Put your hands on the bed, then." </p>
<p>I bent over, and he took up position behind me. The cane bit
quite hard. He gave me three, nice hard ones. Not that severe -
certainly less than I would have got for bullying - but more than
enough to remind me of the correct way that problems in the House
were meant to be handled. </p>
<p>When it was done, I stood up as he lifted his mattress and hid
the cane under it - it probably means nothing to most but him
letting me know where he hid his cane was actually in our
understandings an expression of his trust in me. </p>
<p>We shook hands - and we didn't actually do that that often -
and I headed out. I decided that I needed a shower before bed, so
I grabbed my towel from my dorm and headed to the shower room.
There was an assortment of fifth and sixth form boys in there, as
was normal for the time of night. And nobody commented on my
marks - in junior years you showed them off. In senior years, the
cane was seen as just slightly shameful, so unless there was some
special reason to comment - like an unusually impressive
arrangement, or a very public punishment - people tended to
pretend it hadn't happened. </p>
<p>Bancroft came in a couple of minutes later and I'm sure he
looked deliberately - I know that when I was House Captain, I
always took a keen interest in the quality of my work. </p>
<p>"Ah, Nathan." He was pointing at my leg.
"That's not one of mine, is it?" </p>
<p>"No, Chris. That was Miss Gill." </p>
<p>"Ah, I'm not surprised. I've seen her trying to park her
car as well." </p>
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<h2 align="center">Tenez Le Droit (M/m, M/mm)</h2>
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The following account concerns events that took place in the first half of my fourth year at a prestigious independent boarding school. At the time I was thirteen years old, being two years younger than most of my classmates.<p>
Fourth Form was an unusual year at my school, because we only spent a small part of the year at the school itself. Up in the mountains the school had built a cross between a school and a camp, and we spent nearly our entire Fourth year at this mountain home, only returning to the main school as a group occasionally. All of us went - even boys who were normally day boys became full boarders for this one year as it was considered a very important part of our school experience. It was quite a different experience from the rest of our schooling - among other things there was a lot less corporal punishment in the mountains - discipline was of a different type there.<p>
But we did come back down occasionally, and the first time I can recall us all coming down that year was for Easter - which was also our half term break. We had a three term year, divided by roughly two weeks of holidays between first and second and between second and third term (and a much longer set of summer/Christmas holidays between years), and in the middle of every term we had a shorter break that was around a week in length, so boarders could hopefully see their families reasonably often. <p>
In our actual school holidays, nearly all boys left the school - there were always some who didn't have anywhere to go - in my own case, I didn't have any family, and there were other boys in somewhat similar situations, or who simply lived too far away. The school used to make arrangements for us in the school holidays - there were always plenty of families who were willing to give a boy a place to go, but for half term, things were a little different. Quite a few boys stayed at the school over half term - if boys homes were reasonably close, they certainly could go home, and often even if they didn't go home, their parents would come and see them and take them (and often their friends as well) off on day trips.<p>
For this particular half term - which was going to be just over a week long, which was typical for our Easter break - the plan was for me to spend most of that week with the family of my best friend, William Connolly. It would later become a pattern for me to stay with the Connolly's during school breaks, but that practice hadn't yet developed. In a real sense, over time, the Connolly's became fairly close to surrogate parents for me. Our friend, Rupert Strathvayne was also coming with us for this break. His family lived in England and it was totally impractical for him to go home in the short mid-term breaks.<p>
But we didn't leave for the Connolly's immediately - we came down from the mountains on the Thursday before Easter, and Mr Connolly was going to drive up and fetch us early on Saturday evening. The reason for the delay was that we had all been invited to the Saturday afternoon Birthday Party of one of our classmates, and we felt obliged to attend. I don't mean that we didn't want to go - but there was more to it than just wanting to attend the party. This boy was one who some other boys at the school went out of their way to treat as - well, somewhat inferior to the rest of us. And none of us liked that.<p>
Eric Benedict was, normally, a day boy at the school - although for this year, as I have mentioned, he was boarding with the rest of us up in the mountains. He had come to the school at the start of third form - which was in itself, unusual - as what some boys unkindly called a 'refugee'. He was one of a number of boys from the area surrounding the school who had been given very generous scholarships so they could attend our very expensive school. The term refugee was used to describe them, because most of these boys (not all) had previously attended the local government high school, and many of us saw them as fleeing from that school towards our own.<p>
Our school was very expensive and very prestigious. Most (though not quite all) boys at the school came from wealthy backgrounds, and some (and I stress only some and not all) were genuine snobs, and they tended to feel that these boys did not belong in the school. Most of us were not prejudiced in this way, but enough were that it was a real problem, and we wanted to do what we could to change that.<p>
And that was part of the reason while William, Rupert, and myself decided we had to attend this party. William and I were the sons of Old Boys who were often held up as examples of the men the school wanted to produce - for different reasons, but it meant we were very much seen by the snobs as truly belonging to the school. Rupert, on the other hand had something else going for him that the snobs took very seriously.<p>
He was Lord Rupert Strathvayne, a title that came to him courtesy of his father, and that was something the snobs took very seriously indeed. And to be honest, in many ways, Rupert was a snob himself - the difference was that he wasn't prejudiced against other people under normal circumstances. Most of the time.<p>
This was only part of the reason we went to the party. But it was part of the reason. And we weren't the only boys from the school who went - it's just I can't speak to the motivations of anyone else. Presumably by going they showed they weren't prejudiced, but I'm not sure if that was part of the reason they went or not.<p>
We also went because it was a party - and we didn't get to go to many birthday parties. In the boarding houses, there were enough boys that there were birthdays on a weekly basis. Birthdays were observed - there was a cake and some sweets and fizzy drinks at your table at dinner, and you got cards from your friends, and people sang Happy Birthday, but there weren't parties for obvious logistical reasons. So getting invited to a birthday party outside the school was a rare treat for most of us.<p>
Because it was an outside party, we didn't, for once, have to wear our school uniforms - instead we were able to wear civilian clothes. That didn't really mean all that much to be honest. Back then we didn't really get to buy our own clothing - parents chose what to buy you. In my case, some of my non-school clothes had been chosen by the parents of families I'd stayed with, others had been chosen by my House Matron or the wives of one of our Masters. These people all tended to be rather obsessed with the idea that we should look neat, so even when we were out of school uniform, our other clothing tended to be rather similar to our school clothing. I had a few items that didn't fit this pattern - play clothes, they were generally referred to, rugged enough to stand up to real punishment as we charged around on holidays in the bush or at the beach - but generally our non school clothing was quite formal. Once you reached fifth and sixth form, you started to get some input on a few items - it's not like the school wanted us to look out of place - in fifth and sixth form, when occasionally you might find yourself at a teenage party, you would have some fashionable clothing for those situations. But at this stage we were still in fourth form, and hadn't quite reached that level yet.<p>
Our Matron had chosen what we would wear to Eric's party. It wasn't too bad - at least not for Rupert and William. A plain coloured shirt each, with dark trousers. Unfortunately, while they had both passed the threshold of being allowed to wear long trousers, I hadn't yet achieved this distinction. So I found myself attired in a similar coloured shirt, but having to wear short trousers and long socks. I tried to argue with Matron about it, but she reminded me that not only wasn't I old enough under the rules of the school to be in longs, I was also certainly still young enough to find myself across her knee without any trousers of any length to provide me with any protection. <p>
These parties still tended to be kids parties - even though most of the people Eric had invited were around fifteen years old, back then, fifteen year olds were still seen as children. It wasn't totally a kids party, but there were games and lollies and things like that. And quite a bit of time to just hang around and talk.<p>
There were probably about a dozen kids there - and except for a couple of Eric's relatives, all of them came from our school. This surprised us. We knew Eric had lived in this area for a long time, and until he'd come to our school at the start of third form, he had attended the high school just down the road from his home. It seemed odd to us that he hadn't invited any friends from the area, or his old school to this party.<p>
Rupert especially, found this was very odd, and also regarded it with some suspicious concern. As I have said, part of the reason we came to this party was because we wanted to send a message that we weren't prejudiced against boys from the town near the school. Rupert expressed concern that maybe Eric was actually absorbing some of that prejudice that did exist in our school - or, to put a somewhat better face on it, perhaps he thought we were and so our presence meant he hadn't asked any of his friends from outside the school. And so, towards the end of the party when things were winding down, Rupert decided to ask Eric a few questions about what was going on. I was with them at the time, and so was another boy from our school - a boy named Greg Fountain - William was busy chatting up Eric's rather attractive seventeen year old girl cousin and through a series of hand gestures had conveyed to me the impression that I should give him some space. And Greg was probably Eric's best friend.<p>
"Eric, I couldn't help but notice - nearly everybody here is from school. Didn't you invite any of your other friends?"<p>
"Other friends?"<p>
"From your old school - or from around here?"<p>
Greg was standing behind Eric, from our perspective, and he rather emphatically shook his head at Rupert at this point. But Rupert wasn't looking, he was focused on Eric, who, after a few seconds spoke very quietly.<p>
"I... don't have any friends from my old school. Or from around here."<p>
"What? None at all."<p>
Eric looked away from us for a second. "No. None at all." His voice cracked as he spoke.<p>
He grabbed a lemonade and walked away from us. We followed. A moment earlier Eric had been grinning and seemed to be having a wonderful time. In an instant, his face had clouded and his voice had changed. We followed him outside and he sat down on a wooden bench next to a wooden table. Greg sat down next to him, and Rupert and I sat down opposite.<p>
"Nobody around here likes me, much. They never really did, but it's even worse now. Friends from my old school? Yeah, right. The only thing they ever liked about me at that school, was that I didn't fight back when they beat me up. Greg was the only friend I ever had at the school - and when he left..."<p>
Greg closed his eyes and put his hand down on top of Eric's wrist. Like Eric, Gregory Fountain had come to our school from the local high school in a similar way. But he'd done it a year earlier and I knew from conversations from him, that he had been badly bullied at that school. Eric continued to talk.<p>
"They beat me up every day. Every single day. They stuck dog pooh in my lunchbox. They scribbled on my homework. Every day..."<p>
I spoke. "If it upsets you, Eric, you don't need to talk about it."<p>
"No, it's all right - I just want you fellows to understand how much it means to me to have you here today. It's the first time I've ever had a real birthday party. It's the first time I've ever had enough friends to have one."<p>
Greg nodded. "I don't think you lot know how lucky you are. No offence, Rupert, or to you, Nat, but the School is something really special and for you lot who have been there since Form One, I think it's normal for you, so maybe you take it for granted."<p>
I answered. "We've got bullies, too, remember."<p>
"Oh, yeah, we do, you're right and some of them are pretty bad. But at the high school, it's not just the occasional boy who's like that. It's... half of them. Maybe more. Some of them only do it to stop it happening to them, some are just thugs, but you've basically got a choice there - be a bully or be a target. I'm glad my mum got me out when she did - because I was getting pretty close to changing sides. Eric here - he never would."<p>
Rupert looked at them both. "Didn't the school do anything?"<p>
"Like what? The teachers just wanted a quiet life. Stopping bullies would have meant coming out of the staff room. Oh sure, if they saw it happen, they'd do something about it, but most of the time, they just didn't bother."<p>
Eric looked at us. "Yeah - I tried to complain once to the Principal, after they'd wrecked my homework. He called the boys in and asked them if they'd done it, and they said no. And there were four of them and only one of me. Their word against mine. He gave me the strap for lying. And I got it again for not having my homework. And they stood there watching it happen." The strap on the hand was the required method for the administration of corporal punishment in government run schools in our state, as opposed to most private schools, which normally used the cane across the bottom. We were proud of the difference.<p>
I was shocked, "He gave you the strap for being bullied?"<p>
"Pretty much. There were more of them than me, so he had to believe them."<p>
"But he must have known you were more trustworthy than them."<p>
Eric shrugged. "I don't think it matters at that school. It's not like ours."<p>
"Well, all I can say is thank heavens, you are out of there."<p>
"Yeah, I am - but unfortunately that just means they'll have chosen someone else. And - well, it's not that bad this year because we are up in the mountains, but I have to go past the place everyday on the way to and from School, and walk through the town in my school uniform - so I still get a serve occasionally."<p>
"They don't hit you, do they?" Strathvayne's voice was hard.<p>
"Of course not - they know if they hit someone from the School, it'd mean war." We stood together when we had to. "But they say a lot of things."<p>
The party ended, as they do, and we all began to disperse. Greg headed off to his home in the town - a small town, not much more than a village really, had grown up near our school over the years, and that's where Eric and Greg both came from - other day boys came from further afield as well. William had offered to escort Eric's cousin Patricia home to her house nearby as well, and his offer had been accepted, so Rupert and I set off towards the School by ourselves. There were other boys returning there, but they'd left earlier than we did, as we had felt it necessary to restore Eric's equilibrium after our heart to heart discussion.<p>
Eric lived on the opposite side of town to our School. About an hours brisk walk to School. We left around a quarter past three and we had to back at School by six at the latest, so we weren't in a great hurry.<p>
Our route took us past the high school - it really wasn't very far from Eric's home, and we decided - or rather Rupert decided, and I followed him, to go in and have a look at the place. It was a Saturday afternoon, so there were no students around.<p>
Grey, brick buildings - rectangular and very uniform. It didn't take us long to circle the entire school and as we went, Rupert picked up a large rock from around the edges of a small garden. I didn't think anything of it, but as we came back around to the front of the school, he took aim at a window.<p>
"Rupert - what are you doing?"<p>
"I want to smash the place. Smash it to pieces, smash it..."<p>
"You can't!"<p>
"Why not? You heard everything that Benedict said? Are you telling me you're not angry at all of that?"<p>
"Of course, I am, Strathvayne, but it's vandalism and nobody will know why you did it."<p>
He looked at me, the rock still in his hand, ready to throw. And he smiled.<p>
"A bit silly, isn't it, really?"<p>
"I think so, Strathvayne, yes."<p>
"But how can they-"<p>
"OI!" a loud voice rang out. I turned and looked. Climbing out a light blue panelvan in the road outside the school was a big man in police uniform.<p>
"SPRINT!" yelled Strathvayne dropping the rock. He took off in one direction, and I took off in the other. But I'd run only a few feet before the policeman shouted again, "Nathan Rysher, don't make me chase you," and at that point, running became fairly pointless. I stopped and turned around and waited.<p>
Sergeant Mullins was the local police sergeant, in charge of the local police station. A few months earlier, my friend William Connolly and myself had managed to trigger a fairly large police operation when we snuck away from our school one afternoon, and another boy reported seeing a pupil being dragged into a car, and so Sergeant Mullins knew who I was. He stepped up to me, he raised his hand, and he delivered a stinging clip across my right ear.<p>
"Who's the other boy?"<p>
I shook my head and was rewarded with a clip around the other ear. I was crying at this point.<p>
"Who's the other boy? I know it's not Connolly, but I will find out."<p>
"It's me, Sir." Strathvayne had turned around when he realized I was caught, but had slowed down his approach as he got closer to us, and was now looking at the Sergeant with some trepidation. Sergeant Mullins raised and hand and pointed at him, then pointed down at the ground in front of him. Very reluctantly, Strathvayne approached, obviously expecting to get his ears boxed. But that didn't happen even after he was standing right in front of the Sergeant.<p>
"Name?"<p>
"Strathvayne, Rupert Strathvayne, Sergeant."<p>
"I take it you go to the School, Strathvayne?"<p>
"Yes, Sergeant."<p>
"Your Headmaster is not going to be happy, is he?"<p>
"No, Sergeant."<p>
He turned to where I was standing, rubbing my eyes with my fingers. "Your Headmaster told me last time, that if I let him deal with you, he'd made you very sorry for what you'd done, Rysher? Did he?"<p>
"Yes, Sir."<p>
"What happened?"<p>
"He flogged me, Sir."<p>
"Flogged you - what do you mean by that?"<p>
"He gave me the cane, Sir... on my bare bottom, Sir."<p>
"Really? So how do you think he's going to react when I take you up to the school, and tell him you were breaking windows."<p>
"He wasn't!" Strathvayne spoke. Sergeant Mullins turned to him and the following dialogue ensued:<p>
"What do you mean, he wasn't? I saw you."<p>
"I mean he wasn't. Nor was I."<p>
"I saw you, Lad."<p>
"No, you didn't!"<p>
"What do you mean, I didn't. Are you telling me I'm blind?"<p>
"No, but you didn't see me breaking windows, because I didn't break any windows. You can check."<p>
"You were going to though."<p>
"No, I wasn't."<p>
"I saw you with a rock in your hand."<p>
"Yes, you did, but I wasn't going to throw it."<p>
"You think I'm some sort of idiot, Lad?"<p>
"No, but..."<p>
"Well, what do you mean by saying you weren't going to throw it?"<p>
"I mean just that. It's not hard to understand, is it?"<p>
"Don't you be cheeky to me, Lad, or I'll clout you round the ears."<p>
"I'm sure you will - you hit Nathan, and he didn't do anything at all."<p>
"You are 'eading for a 'iding, Lad."<p>
"If you're going to drop your aitches, at least use 'an' and not 'a'."<p>
"What did you say to me?"<p>
"Sorry - I didn't mean to use big words."<p>
At this point I started backing away. Sergeant Mullins went red, and he raised his hand. <p>
"You will apologise for that."<p>
Strathvayne seemed to realise he'd gone too far, as he looked at the raised hand. Grudgingly he said:<p>
"I'm sorry."<p>
The hand came down, "I'm sorry, Sir."<p>
"There's no need to call me, Sir, but if you insist on being formal, then it should be 'I'm sorry, My Lord.'"<p>
I'm not sure if Strathvayne was being rude or not. I'm inclined to think he was trying to defuse the situation with a little humour, but if so, he miscalculated very, very badly.<p>
When a police sergeant with a very Irish surname, is within a hinch of giving you an 'iding, it's possible there are more stupid things to do than announce your connections to the English peerage - but I'm having a hard time thinking of any.<p>
Sergeant Mullin's arm shot out, and grabbed Strathvayne by the arm. He looked around and saw a bench in the playground. He dragged Strathvayne towards it, sat down on its edge and pulled the fifteen year old boy across his knees. He planted his left hand in the small of Strathvayne's back, and his right hand began to beat a tattoo across the seat of Strathvayne's trousers. Strathvayne howled in outrage. And after about a dozen smacks, just started howling.<p>
The Sergeant only used his hand, but he used it very effectively, I would say at least fifty or sixty times, and Strathvayne obviously didn't like what he was getting. Strathvayne had a real objection to what he considered to be 'juvenile' punishments - I remember him asking to be caned instead of slippered on one occasion, because of this distinction - so I'm sure he found this experience unpleasant on a number of levels.<p>
As I watched I was torn between feelings of sympathy for Strathvayne, and a real fear and anger that he might have provoked the Sergeant so much that I could expect similar treatment. And as the Sergeant pushed him off his lap, the man pointed at me and then at the ground in front of him.<p>
Through his tears, Rupert spoke. "Sergeant, Sir, he didn't do anything. He told me to drop the rock. He didn't do anything, I swear it, Sir."<p>
The sergeant held up his hand in the signal used to stop traffic and I stopped my approach, staring at the palm of his hand with a healthy amount of fear.<p>
"Is that true, Rysher?"<p>
"Yes, Sir."<p>
"I hope it is. I would love to give you a bloody good 'iding, Rysher, I really would. You and your friends seem to cause me a lot of trouble, and if I catch you again, doing anything out of order - and if nothing else, you have been trespassing - I will give you a bloody good -" and he look at Strathvayne very pointedly, and carefully enunciated the word: "- hiding. Now, the two of you come with me."<p>
"What?"<p>
"You're going home in the back of a divie van."<p>
"Oh come on, Sir!" If we were delivered to the School by a police car, we were doomed.<p>
"Come on."<p>
We were made to climb into the back of the panelvan and a few minutes later we were allowed to climb out right in front of the main school building. There were quite a few boys around. And unfortunately the Deputy Headmaster was not far away. He didn't get to us until after Sergeant Mullins had driven off.<p>
"Strathvayne, Rysher - my study. Right now."<p>
We followed Mr Keanes to his office. He opened the door and ushered us in.<p>
"All right - what have the two of you been up to?"<p>
Strathvayne spoke first. "It was me, Sir. Rysher wasn't involved."<p>
"Really? Well, what did you do, Strathvayne?"<p>
"Nothing, Sir."<p>
Mr Keanes raised an eyebrow. "You did nothing, and Rysher wasn't involved?"<p>
"I was involved, Sir." I spoke.<p>
"So you were involved, Rysher. What did you do?"<p>
"Nothing, really, Sir," I said.<p>
Mr Keanes sat down at his desk and looked at both of us.<p>
"If you two are trying to play silly buggers with me, let me assure you right now that I'm better at it than you are. Why were you brought back to this school in a police vehicle? Why have both of you been crying? Maybe you're not in trouble but something happened. Look, let's start with the basics shall we? Are you hurt, boys?"<p>
"Yes, Sir."<p>
"Yes, Sir."<p>
"Where are you hurt?"<p>
"My ears, Sir."<p>
"My bottom, Sir."<p>
The look on his face was a sight to see. I was feeling a bit strange and I'd already been amused by Mr Keanes announcing he was good at playing silly buggers. Now looking at the incredulous expression on his face, I imagined he was trying to work out what type of accident we might have had that could have resulted in one of us winding up with sore ears, and the other with a sore arse. Then I realized that ears and arse were anagrammatic, and I started giggling. I managed to stop myself, but only after he'd turned and stared at me.<p>
"Do you think something is funny, Rysher?" he asked.<p>
"No, Sir."<p>
"I'm glad to hear it. Now - I want a straight answer from you, Strathvayne. Were you brought back to school by the police because you'd done something wrong?"<p>
"Sort of, Sir."<p>
"I said I wanted a straight answer. What do you mean, sort of?"<p>
"He thought I was going throw a rock through a window, Sir. I wasn't. But then while he was questioning me, I... well, I was rude to him, Sir."<p>
"You were rude to the policeman?"<p>
"Yes, Sir."<p>
"But you didn't do anything else wrong?"<p>
"Well... we were trespassing, Sir. At the high school."<p>
"He thought you were going to throw a rock at the high school windows?"<p>
"Yes, Sir."<p>
"Why did he think that?"<p>
"Because I'd picked up a rock to throw it, Sir."<p>
"But you said you weren't going to throw a rock through the windows?"<p>
"I'd changed my mind, Sir. Just before he came."<p>
"Right - now we're getting somewhere. Rysher, were you involved with this?"<p>
"The trespassing, Sir. But nothing else."<p>
"All right - how did you get hurt?"<p>
"The Sergeant hit us, Sir."<p>
"How - you first Strathvayne?"<p>
"He... smacked my bottom, Sir."<p>
"What with?"<p>
"Just his hand."<p>
"I see - now Rysher."<p>
"He boxed my ears, Sir."<p>
Mr Keanes stood up. "Right. So, if I have this straight. You were trespassing at the high school. Strathvayne, you were going to break a window, but thought better of it, and you didn't do anything else, Rysher. A policeman saw you, and administered some summary punishment. Who was it? Was it Sergeant Mullins?"<p>
"Yes, Sir."<p>
"Good. I trust him." He walked behind us to the umbrella stand he kept his cane in and I heard him pull it out.<p>
"You've both had some punishment already, so I'm inclined to be lenient, but I can not ignore the fact that you were returned to this school in a police car and other boys saw this happen. So I am going to give each of you, three strokes of the cane. Rysher - you first. Bend over and touch your toes."<p>
I did as I was told, and Mr Keanes stepped into position behind me. I was scared, of course, but I also felt oddly detached from the proceedings. I felt the cane being laid across my bottom, and then I felt the pain as it struck. But the pain seemed somewhat muted. Even so, I burst into floods of tears immediately, something that by this stage of my schooling struck me as odd. The second stroke hurt more, of course, but it wasn't until the third that I really felt the level of pain I normally associated with a cane stroke. The first cane stroke, not the third.<p>
I stood up when I was told I could, and I watched as Strathvayne bent over to take his punishment as well. Like myself he started crying strongly and heavily after only one stroke, but in his case, I thought it wasn't surprising as his bottom was already hurting. He held his position for the second two strokes, though with obvious difficulty.<p>
"You may go - and have a good Easter, boys."<p>
"Thank you, Sir - and you have a good Easter as well," I remember answering as we left the room.<p>
It may seem odd, but we had to change out of our non-uniform clothes into school uniform, so we could be collected from school - when arriving at school after a break or holiday, or when leaving before one, we had to travel in school uniform. So when Mr and Mrs Connolly arrived just after six to pick us up, we were waiting in uniform with our small cases outside the House. As we loaded them into the boot of his car, Mr Connolly looked at me.<p>
"Have you been crying, Nathan?"<p>
"Yes, Sir."<p>
"Why?"<p>
"I got the cane."<p>
"Oh I see - well, that's a pretty good reason for crying. How many did you get?"<p>
"Three."<p>
"What for?"<p>
"I'm not really sure."<p>
He laughed. "I remember feeling that way a few times myself."<p>
We all climbed into the back of the car - it was a large car, but it was rather crowded. The Connolly's had earlier picked up his daughters from our sister school. And so there were five of us crammed in the back - this was in the days before seatbelts became compulsory, but I don't think we'd have needed any as we were wedged quite tightly in place.<p>
Lucy, sixteen and older than the rest of us, and in the Fifth Form of her school had the window seat behind her mother, William occupied the other window seat behind his father. Rupert was placed next to William, and Amelia next to Lucy - and I found myself right in the middle, probably because I was the smallest of the children in the car. Everyone except Amelia was older than me, and at thirteen, the same age as myself, she was actually a little larger than I was as isn't all that uncommon between boys and girls at that age.<p>
We were going to be in the car for a while - we had to drive into the city and out again on the other side, and Mr and Mrs Connolly kept us entertained by telling us about their experiences at school - both of them had attended the same schools as their children, and quite a number of Mr Connolly's stories and one or two of Mrs Connolly's related to their misbehaviour and punishments. Unfortunately, my head was spinning so I wasn't paying that much attention (though fortunately in later years I heard many, if not all the stories again).<p>
We had just come off a car ferry and resumed driving when suddenly I began to feel very ill indeed. I announced that I was going to be sick, which lead to a great deal of consternation in the back of the car, considering I was right in the middle of everybody else. The car screeched to a halt and everybody piled out and I was sick at the side of the road. Mrs Connolly came around to me, and asked me if I often got car sick, and I told her I never had before. She placed her hand on my forehead, and looked at my face, and then told everyone to get back into the car quickly. William was ordered into the front seat, and Mrs Connolly climbed into the back, with me next to her next to the window, and she told her husband to drive to the Royal Childrens' Hospital as quickly as possible - we weren't too far away from it at this point. As we drove, Mrs Connolly quizzed me and William and Rupert about what I'd been doing recently, about what I'd eaten at the party, about anything that had happened. Among other things, Rupert mentioned the fact that I'd had my ears boxed.<p>
When we arrived at the hospital Mrs Connolly took me inside to the emergency area, and after a short wait I found myself being examined. I had a high fever with no particularly obvious cause, but they were concerned about the possibility of some sort of head injury, so I was taken for X-rays, given some awful medicine to drink, prodded and poked, and subjected to various indignities. Mrs Connolly stayed with me the whole time, even when I tried to insist she leave out of respect for my dignity and modesty.<p>
Eventually it was decided that there didn't seem to be much wrong with me, but I should be kept in for observation. They thought I had picked up some sort of virus, or perhaps an infection. I was taken up to a ward - by this stage, the medicine must have had some effect because I was feeling much better. I still felt ill, though nowhere near as badly ill. Well enough that I was able to persuade Mrs Connolly and the nurses that I could change into my pyjamas well enough by myself. Once I had changed, I was put into bed, and Mrs Connolly left me, saying that they would come back the following day, and I might be able to go home with them in the evening.<p>
After a few minutes, two young nurses came carrying a tray and told me they had to give me a needle to help me sleep. I offered my arm, but was told that I wasn't going to be that lucky. I had to roll over onto my side, and one of the nurses held me down, while the other pulled down the back of my pyjama trousers. I heard her draw in her breath, and there was a pause before she gave me the injection - which, incidentally didn't hurt at all.<p>
As she walked away from my bed, I heard her call out 'Sister' and a more senior nurse came up to her. I heard the low conversation.<p>
"It's Nathan, sister. His bottom is covered with bruises and lines. I haven't seen anything like it."<p>
Sister came up to my bed.<p>
"Nathan, roll over on your tummy, please."<p>
She pulled back my pyjama trousers for a moment. "OK, you can roll back."<p>
As I did so, she opened up the cupboard next to my bed and I saw her look at my school blazer. She turned to the young nurse.<p>
"There's nothing to worry about. Nathan has just been a naughty boy. He's had the cane."<p>
"Oh. Oh, all right."<p>
I often wonder - if I'd gone to a different school, would that have made things different.<p>
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<p align="justify">The following account refers to events that occurred a bit over halfway through my third form year at a prestigious Australian boarding school. I was 12 years old at the time, having been allowed to enter this school two years earlier than was normal and was the youngest boy in my form. My early days at the school hadn't been all that the school might have hoped for - I wasn't particularly well behaved and this had brought me into conflict with those who were responsible for my moral development. But by this stage, they had begun to win the battle for my character - they were beginning to make a very real impression on me. My days of misbehaviour weren't yet in the past, but at least I think I was no longer the type who was viewed with special concern. A certain level of misbehaviour was expected of boys, particularly of third form boys and while it was something to be punished, I don't think it was really seen as incredibly problematic in those days.<p>
I was in the top stream for all, or nearly all my subjects - my school streamed us by ability in most subjects and I was easily one of the most academically talented of the boys in the school. And there was a general perception, I believe, that the top stream of boys were the best behaved - and frankly, I think at third form, we somewhat resented that. It was bad enough that we talked too wise - far worse to look too good on top of that. So we railed against the image a bit in our classes.<p>
At least most of us did. There were exceptions - and one of these exceptions was a boy named Eric Benedict. We called him Saint Benedict and he was what we termed a 'refugee' or 'reffo' in our school slang.<p>
Our school was primarily a boarding school - we had a small proportion of day boys, but most of us boarded at the school full time and came from all over the country - and indeed a significant minority of boys came from overseas. And to be a day boy made you something of a second class citizen within the school. The school made very serious efforts to try and integrate day boys so they were less different than they might have been - they had their own House and were strongly encouraged (it was very close to a requirement) to stay at the school each evening to eat dinner with the boarders and to engage in our evening activities. In fact the school officially termed these boys 'day boarders' in an attempt to reflect the fact that they weren't all that different from the rest of us. Personally I wasn't all that affected by the bias against day boys - but I mention it because it is relevant here, and some boys really did have a very real prejudice against them.<p>
That prejudice came from a variety of sources - most boys at the school were from fairly privileged backgrounds - the fees made that virtually inevitable, and while being a day boarder wasn't exactly cheap, it was much cheaper than boarding at the school full time and so day boarders were on average, nowhere near as wealthy as other boys in the school. In fact, there were a number of boys from wealthy families who lived easily close enough to the school that they could have attended on a day boarder basis but whose parents had chosen to send them as full time boarders because of these distinctions. Some boys in the school were quite bigoted, to be honest - and regarded day boys as not really being of the same caliber as other boys in the school - they weren't quite the right sort to be at our school. I stress that most of us didn't hold these attitudes - even most boys who were biased against day boys were biased because they were day boys, and that was the way things were, and for no deeper reason. But there was prejudice there, at various levels.<p>
And 'refugees' or 'reffos' were a particular group of day boys who were subject to even more discrimination than most. In the small town (not much more than a village really) closest to the school was a state high school - and it's my impression (based on discussions I have had with Old Boys from my school who were refugees) that at the time this story takes place, that that school had some serious problems with things like bullying and low academic standards. And a number of parents, very concerned about their sons education at that school had, over a period of a few years made contact with our school and negotiated places for their sons at our school at quite reduced fees. Our Headmaster was concerned with building ties with the local community as I understand it, and also believed that bringing these boys into our school might help dilute some of the most snobbish attitudes that some boys had, by letting them have more contact with boys from a somewhat different background. And I think it probably worked in some ways - but there were still bigots and they termed these boys as refugees. It wasn't a huge number of boys - perhaps around a dozen - and most of us didn't give them that hard a time but some boys certainly did.<p>
Eric Benedict had come to our school at the start of our third form year from the high school, so he'd been with us six months or so at the time of this account. He was placed in the top stream in a number of subjects presumably based on his marks at his old school, and he held his own in the middle of the top stream - but that is really all he did. He was fairly intelligent, but didn't seem to be anything special in that regard - but he worked exceptionally hard. He was also very well behaved, hence his canonisation as Saint Benedict, quite early on. The fact that he lived very near a monastery on the outskirts of town just added to that image. And that image annoyed some boys. Boys don't tend to like saints, I think they get viewed with a bit of suspicion and some boys bullied Benedict a bit in the months after he arrived at the school - and he made it worse for himself by dobbing them in. We had a very developed code of behaviour among ourselves and one of the most solid rules we had was that you didn't dob on other boys. There was some allowance made for serious bullying, but what had happened to Benedict at the time he reported the teasing he'd experienced didn't even come close to reaching that standard, and it had harmed his chances of being accepted by other boys. At least for a time. <p>
I have to say that I wasn't one of those who teased Benedict. One of my friends, Greg Fountain, was a reffo as well - one of the first, Fountain had come to the school a year before Benedict and he had gone out of his way to try and help Benedict fit in and he'd introduced the two of us. I quite liked Benedict to be honest - I was trying very hard to be a better boy myself at this time, having resolved to turn over a new leaf in terms of my behaviour and while I wasn't always successful, I think that this made me less inclined to view good behaviour as a bad thing than many of my classmates. And after Eric had made his major mistake of reporting the boys who were teasing him, out of ignorance of our codes, I was the one who sat down with him and explained how the codes worked in detail. I don't think Eric thought they made as much sense as I did at the time - but he did want to fit in, he didn't want to make things harder for himself and so he took the basic codes on board. You didn't dob. You stood up for your mates. I also tried to act as an intermediary between him and some of the other boys - the ones he'd told on - with limited success. They'd all been caned, and the worst of them, a fellow from my own House named Alan Pike, had been flogged over that piece of bullying and he saw that as an overly severe punishment for what he had done - and in some ways he was right, but I think what had actually happened was that the Head Master had known very well that Pike was a bully and had never before had a proper chance to deal with that. And Pike really was a bully - I shared a dorm with him for three years and he made my life miserable at times, and I wasn't the only one. <p>
It was a very cold day I remember towards the end of winter, it was raining heavily outside, and our first class of the day was history. Our history master was a man named Mr Whelan who tended to be one of our more liberal masters in terms of discipline and classroom behaviour. He was capable of strictness when it was required and he expected us to do what he told us, but he tolerated a little bit of talking in class as long as work was getting done - things like that. And it was a cold day and the heating wasn't working (not an unusual situation in the old building) and Mr Whelan was late for our class. So we were moving around and stamping our feet and trying to keep warm and making a fair amount of noise - though not too much. The office of the feared Deputy Headmaster, Mr Keanes, our school's strictest and most severe disciplinarian was quite close to this classroom and we really didn't want to attract his attention. But Mr Whelan was late - and not just a few minutes late. And the class started to get noisier. Some of us began to consider whether or not we should go and find the Headmaster or Deputy Headmaster and report Mr Whelan's absence while other were enjoying the break in our normal routine.<p>
The door at the back of the room swung open and Mr Keanes came sweeping into the room with a folder under his arm. I was a bit surprised at this - yes, we'd been a little noisy but I didn't think it was enough to have attracted his attention yet. I was even more surprised that he was only carrying a folder and not a cane. Boys were all over the place - which was fine when you were waiting for Mr Whelan - you had thirty seconds or so to find your place when he came into the room before he started getting annoyed - but Mr Keanes was another matter entirely and boys scrambled for their seats in consternation. He waited for them to get to their seats with a fixed expression on his face, and once they were in place, he spoke:<p>
"Good morning, boys."<p>
"Good morning, Sir."<p>
"Disgraceful. But I will let it pass this one time. In future, I will expect you to be in your seats when I arrive. I will be taking Mr Whelan's classes for at least the next fortnight, possibly for the next month or so, as Mr Whelan has had a car accident."<p>
"Is he all right, Sir?" Mr Whelan was a fairly popular master, but that didn't stop Mr Keanes glowering at the boy who had called out without raising his hand. The boy coloured and did so.<p>
"Yes, Coleman?"<p>
"Is Mr Whelan all right, Sir?"<p>
"Well, obviously if he is missing two weeks of school, he isn't - but to answer the question you should be asking, Mr Whelan will be all right - they think he has fractured his leg among other injuries, but there's nothing that won't heal. Now - the roll first."<p>
He moved to the Master's desk and sat down and opened the folder he had brought with him. He looked in it, and he looked around the room.<p>
"Is this where you normally sit in Mr Whelan's classes?"<p>
We answered in the affirmative.<p>
"Well, the way Mr Whelan sets out his classroom is his concern. In classes I am teaching, we sit in rank order. Sort yourselves out."<p>
Mr Whelan, more or less, had let us choose our own seating arrangements - I think he had moved a few boys who talked too much to the person next to them (this classroom had doubles - two boys to a desk) but generally he'd let us decide where we sat for ourselves. Mr Keanes however was old fashioned - he insisted his classes sat in rank order - the boys at the bottom of the class (with the lowest marks) sat closest to the masters desk, the boys with the highest marks were furthest from the masters desk. I was first in the class at this point (I had been virtually all year) and found myself in one of the back corners. In the other corner (meaning he must have been ranked sixth) nearest the classroom door (this classroom had its entrance at the back of the room) was Saint Eric.<p>
When we were at our right desks, Mr Keanes began our class.<p>
"Pointer - your prep from last night. Read out your answer to question one."<p>Pointer looked down at his exercise book and began to read. "1823. General Brisbane. Legislative Council..."<p>
"Stop there. Did you do your prep, Pointer?"<p>
"Yes, Sir."<p>
"Don't you write your answers in full sentences?"<p>
A voice called out. "Mr Whelan lets us use pointform, Sir."<p>
"STAND UP, Coleman."<p>
The boy who called out came to his feet.<p>
"Does Mr Whelan also let you call out in his class... well, answer me."<p>
"No, Sir."<p>
"No, I didn't think Mr Whelan would let you do that. You know boys, I decided to give you the benefit of the doubt and not bring a cane to class - I don't need to do that with senior boys and you've been around a while now. But obviously I overestimated your readiness. Coleman, go to my office and get a cane."<p>
Coleman looked quite miserable as he walked out of the room. Mr Keanes turned his attention back to Pointer.<p>
"If Mr Whelan allows pointform, then pointform is fine. However, in your quest for brevity, you must still be accurate and be respectful. Major General Sir Thomas Brisbane, if you please."<p>
"Yes, Sir."<p>
"Next question... Pike."<p>
The class continued with a couple more questions being asked and then...<p>
"Where is my cane, Coleman?"<p>
I looked across the room to where the miserable looking boy was standing in the doorway.<p>
"Your office is locked, Sir."<p>
"Ah yes... wait at the front of the room, Coleman. I'll get it myself."<p>
He stalked out - and after a moment's silence, people started talking.<p>
"Two weeks, maybe a month of this?"<p>
"We've just got to do what he says."<p>
"Easy for you to say."<p>
"The man is a monster. Maybe we could complain to the Head?"<p>
"Complain about Keanes? You have to be kidding. I think the Headmaster is probably as scared of him as we are."<p>
It went on like this as we blew off steam. I was watching Coleman who was standing at the front of the room, not participating in any of the discussion, just standing there seemingly on the verge of tears. Mr Keanes was renowned for his ability with the cane and the idea of being caned by him in front of the class - well, I would have been nearly crying as well. I wasn't really paying attention to the class.<p>
"Good Lord!" I suddenly heard Mr Keanes voice exploding from the doorway. He had returned to our class to find uncontrolled chattering and boys out of their seats. And he had a cane in his hand this time and boys again scrambled to their seats rapidly as he stalked to the front of the room. This shouldn't have happened - we hadn't bothered when we had been expecting Mr Whelan because he was tolerant of a little disturbance, but with a master like Keanes, by all our traditions and codes, the boy closest to the door should have been keeping cave as soon as he left the room. That boy was Eric Benedict - and it suddenly occurred to me that he might not have known he was supposed to do that. In most of our classrooms, the door was at the front of the room and most of the masters you needed to keep cave for were traditionalists - so the boy closest to the door was normally one of the bottom students in the class - and Saint Benedict was never near the bottom in any class I'd seen him in. Whatever the cause for his lapse, it had happened now and Mr Keanes looked most displeased.<p>
"Your behaviour is absolutely disgusting. Are you third formers or first formers? You know better than that." He looked across at where Coleman was quaking near his desk and seemed to me to decide to put him out of his misery. "Take off your blazer, face the window, and bend over and touch your toes, boy."<p>
Coleman very slowly did as he was told and Mr Keanes came up and stood just behind him and to his side. From my place at the back of the class, I couldn't see Coleman - he was now lower than the heads of the boys at desks in front of him but I could Mr Keanes and I watched as he swung that cane, with the whole force of his body behind it. Once. Twice. Three times.<p>
"Get back to your seat."<p>
Coleman's face was red and tears were streaming down his face as he hobbled to his seat, clutching his bottom.<p>
"Now for the rest of you. Should I cane you all?"<p>
Dead silence, except for crying coming from where Coleman had gingerly sat down at his desk.<p>
"No calling out, now, I see. Does nobody have an opinion?"<p>
Still dead silence.<p>
"So this is the way to keep you quiet. I'll remember that in future - and you'd better remember it as well. I won't cane you all, this time. But be back here at lunchtime and we'll practice how a class should be run during lunch."<p>
A couple of hands went up.<p>
"That's better. Monroe?"<p>
"It's hot dinner today, Sir." Monroe's voice was measured without a hint of complaint, but he was voicing a very real concern for us. Because of the weather, a hot meal was going to be served at lunchtime and missing that would have been a major penalty. Mr Keanes could make us miss it, but Monroe was obviously hoping for some leniency.<p>
And he got it.<p>
"Well, you'd better eat it quickly. You can have twenty minutes, but then you will be here." Other hands went down except for Benedict's over near the door. <p>
"Yes, Benedict?"<p>
"Sir, my mother is expecting me home for lunch..."<p>
"Oh no, I'm not having that. You'll eat in the dining hall. You haven't got time to get home and get lunch and get back in time for a lunchtime detention."<p>
"But, Sir..."<p>
"That's final, Benedict. You're lucky I am letting you eat at all. Don't spoil that for everyone."<p>
Benedict went silent.<p>
"Now, next question..."<p>
At morning break, I headed up to the library. The library was quite popular today - it had a decent heating system and it really was a very cold day. I grabbed a book and sat down at a table to read. Benedict sat down near me. He was looking quite upset and I looked on with concern as he was approached by Alan Pike and one of his cronies. I had the authority to order them out of the library (I was a library monitor) and I was prepared to do it if they started picking on Benedict - but I didn't want to act without cause. So I listened to what they had to say to Benedict.<p>
"Don't you know how to keep cave, Saint?"<p>
"What, Pike? I'm not sure what you mean."<p>
"You were closest to the door - you should have been looking out for Keanes coming back and warned us. Or didn't you know?" This came from Ernest Gibbons, a boy who saw himself as something of an authority on all aspects of how the school functioned as he had the distinction of coming from a family that had been attending the school since its foundation - his family was very involved in the running of the school.<p>
"No... I didn't, I'm afraid. I'm sorry, but nobody told me."<p>
"Oh great - so once again a reffo lets us down." Pike said it - but his tone was quite neutral which surprised me. He didn't seem that upset or angry. "At least you know when to shut up, though - you could have made it worse."<p>
"It's bad enough for me," said Benedict. "My mother expects me home for lunch. My grandmother is coming down for the day - and she won't be there when I get home tonight."<p>
"Well, we're not going." Pike again. "Tell him what you told me, Gibbons."<p>
"My father is on the School Council, you know, Benedict. Anyway, he told me that Masters aren't allowed to punish whole classes anymore. Not after what happened with Baxter."<p>
Baxter was a boy in a form below us who had alleged that Mr Keanes had caned him excessively about a month or so earlier. The allegation had been taken seriously and investigated very closely. Mr Keanes had been cleared - Baxter had made up the allegation largely to avoid being caned along with his entire class and he withdrew it when he discovered that Mr Keanes was facing dismssal and possible prosecution - but there had been rumours that the School Council had been examining all the rules concerning punishment. From what Gibbons was saying, the rumours were true.<p>
Pike spoke: "So after we've had lunch, we're just going to not go to the detention. And if they try to make us, the Monkeyman here," he gestured to Gibbons "will tell his father that Mr Keanes is breaking the rules on punishment."<p>
"So you're not going?"<p>
"No, we're going to arrange it during the lunch. But if you need to shoot off early so you can see your gran - well just shoot off as soon as the lunch bell goes."<p>
Benedict was somewhat skeptical. "This isn't a put on, is it?"<p>
"No. Look - Rysher's your mate. Rysher - are you up for this?"<p>
I looked at Gibbons. "You're serious about what School Council said - your father told you? And we're going to work this out at lunch."<p>
"He did, yes. And yes, we'll work it out at lunch."<p>
"I'm in, then." Personally, I thought it was a fairly daft plan and wouldn't have gone along with it for my own choice. But I would stand up with my classmates if they did it. And knowing the attitudes in my class I thought the majority would go with the plan under the circumstances described. I knew there would be some price to pay but if they couldn't cane us, most would take the risk.<p>
Benedict nodded. "All right, then. Great."<p>
Recess ended and we went off to our next two classes which passed without incident relevant to this account. When lunchtime arrived, we headed off to the refectory to get our hot dinner, and I expected to see Pike and Gibbons moving around to our classmates arranging our defiance of school authority. I saw them come in together and decided to offer my help in speaking to everyone. And I was shocked at what Pike told me.<p>
"Are you joking, Rysher? Of course, we're not going to miss the lunchtime lesson. Mr Keanes is a maniac - he'd skin us all alive."<p>
"But you said that he'd been told he couldn't punish whole classes?"<p>
"Oh come on, Rysher," said Gibbons. "Do you really believe that the School Council would make a rule like that? Benedict doesn't know any better but I would have thought you'd known how the school really works."<p>
I felt ill. "You used me to get him, you bastards."<p>
"Steady on." Pike looked at me contemptuously. "I really thought you were one of us, Rysher - your father went here after all. I thought you knew we were joking with Benedict - and you were just helping us out. It's not our fault, you were so gullible."<p>
I abandoned all though of a hot meal and bolted from the refectory, out into the rain. Maybe if I got to the gates fast enough, I could catch Benedict before he left the school. Because if he was the only boy who didn't turn up for a detention class given by Mr Keanes then I knew that he would truly suffer for it.<p>
I stood in the rain by the gates for twenty minutes, but I must have missed Benedict. I waited as long as I safely could - and then a little longer. The rain was easing when I finally approached the main building, but as I hadn't taken time to get my slick, when I came into the class - late, I was cold and hungry and dripping wet. Mr Keanes called me to the front of the room.<p>
"Rysher, you're late. Do you have an excuse?"<p>
I looked at Pike and at Gibbons, both sitting at their desks. Pike appeared nonchalant, while Gibbons looked rather nervous.<p>
"No excuse, Sir."<p>
"Take off your blazer... now face the window. And now bend over and touch your toes."<p>
I felt Mr Keanes walk up behind me and next to me, and lay his cane across the seat of my damp grey school shorts. Then there was pain. The first stroke had me in tears and I had to force myself to stay down. The second stroke was too much for me, though, and I stood up, with my hands flying around to my bottom. <p>
"Back DOWN." His tone was sharp and I rapidly obeyed. "That cut doesn't count, so you have two more to come." I felt outraged. I'd got straight back down. If he'd told me he wasn't going to count the stroke I'd have taken my time. I bent as far as I could, the tips of my fingers on the ground rather than on my shoes in the hope of giving myself more time to catch myself if I stood back up instinctively. But when the third stroke came, I was pushed forward, so my fingers were bent back and I came springing up in pain, my hands flying under my armpits - it felt like it had broken my fingers.<p>
"<b>BACK DOWN!</b> I won't tell... Rysher, show me your hands." I was sobbing with my arms wrapped around me, my hands tucked in under my arm pits, and I didn't obey. He dropped the cane on the table, and pulled out my right hand and looked at my fingers.<p>
"Bend your fingers, Nathan. Good boy. Other hand." He looked at my hands carefully moving my fingers backwards and forwards for about 30 seconds while the rest of the class looked on in some interest. "Fingers on the floor, Nathan? You're told to touch your toes, not the floor, you silly boy. Nothing broken, though. Go and sit down."<p>
I walked to my desk at the back of the room, past my classmates and sat down. I placed my fingers on the cold metal bolts of the desk in the hope that they would reduce the pain - they did, a little, when you were caned on the hands, as happened sometimes, though not that often at my school.<p>
Mr Keanes sat down at his desk. "So, as Rysher was late, we only have one absence. Benedict. Well, I'll deal with him later." He looked out the window. "It's finally stopped raining and you lot are stuck in here, because you didn't know how to keep quiet." He paused and then continued. "I'm going to let you go out and play, boys - but when we have our next lesson on Friday, there had better not be any repeat of the disgraceful behaviour I witnessed this morning. Off you go."<p>
Most of the class shot off rapidly. I walked out quite slowly still looking at my fingers, trying to work out if there was any part of my anatomy that wasn't hurting. I headed to the toilets to wash my face and try and cool my hands, and when I entered, I saw Gibbons standing by the sinks washing his hands.<p>
Ernie Gibbons was one of Pike's sidekicks, his cronies, but unlike Pike who was a bully, through and through, Gibbons, in my view, wasn't really that bad a fellow. I often think he chose to latch on to Pike out of self defence. Gibbons bore an unfortunate resemblance to a chimpanzee in terms of his facial features and this coupled with his name (I use a pseudonym for him, here, as I do for all the people in my accounts - but his real name was nearly as evocative of a primate as this pseudonym is) made him a natural target for bullies from the moment he entered the school. Whatever his reasons, while he backed Pike and I think that was wrong of him, I had more faith in his good nature and I thought what he and Pike had done to Benedict with my unwitting assistance was pretty low.<p>
"That was really cruel, Ernie, what you and Pike have done to the Saint. He's going to get thrashed now, you know he is. You set him up and that really wasn't nice."<p>
"Yeah, Nathan, I know. But what can I do about it now?"<p>
"You could tell Mr Keanes what you did."<p>
Gibbons looked at me as if I was mad. "You're joking, Rysher? Look, I feel bad about it, but I'm not getting myself flogged for Benedict or anyone else. I saw Pike's flogging and I couldn't take that Rysher - and my Dad would kill me twice if he found out."<p>
"You tell him, Monkeyman." Pike emerged from one of the cubicles, "You must be off your nut, Nathan. You've just been caned by Keanes and you would suggest somebody else put himself in his power. Besides a good caning might do Saint Eric a bit of good."<p>
I actually agreed with him on that last point - as far as I knew, Eric Benedict had never been caned and that was a problem for some boys as well. Getting a caning was likely to make other people a little less frosty towards him and help him shake off a bit of his image. But whatever the truth of that, Pike was still clearly in the wrong.<p>
"If you had any guts, Pike - you'd go to Mr Keanes and tell him what you did."<p>
"Frankly, Rysher, I don't care that much for your opinion. And that isn't going to happen. Gibbons and I won't be turning ourselves in - and you can't dob on us. So I guess, poor Benedict will have to take what's coming to him, while we'll get off scot free."<p>
He walked out the door and I let him. Gibbons followed. And I washed my face and hands.<p>
What could I do? Could I dob Pike and Gibbons in... our codes forbade dobbing but we had been told that it was all right to dob in really bad cases of bullying. Was this bad enough? I honestly wasn't sure - but besides no matter what they told us about dobbing in bullies, it still was very frowned upon by other boys - it was reluctantly accepted that if it got really bad, somebody had to tell, but nobody wanted to be that person. Really, the only solution that had any hope of getting Benedict any leniency (and that was all I thought could be achieved - whatever his reasons, he had deliberately not turned up for the detention class and he was inevitably going to be punished for that) was for Pike or Gibbons to turn themselves in. But Pike would never do it - and I was fairly sure he wouldn't let Gibbons do so either even if that boy could overcome his fear.<p>
I'd finished washing my hands and I looked down at my fingers and saw bruising along the tips. My bottom was still hurting as well, quite badly, but I was used to dealing with that. I could take it. I had before and I would again. And so I made a decision.<p>
I left the toilets and walked across to the main building and then to Mr Keanes study. His door was open and I knocked on it. He looked up from his desk.<p>
"Come in, Rysher."<p>
I walked in and took up position in front of his desk.<p>
"Sir... I've come to tell you something and I won't give you any other names, so please don't ask me to."<p>
"What have you done?"<p>
"Sir... Eric Benedict was set up. Some of us told him a cock and bull story about how you weren't allowed to cane whole classes anymore, and so if we didn't turn up to detention you couldn't do anything to us, and so none of us were going to go. It was a lie, Sir. There was no real intention of not turning up on most people's part. But Benedict believed it. And he went home because of it. He was going to see his Grandmother, Sir - it was the only chance he would have before she went home."<p>
Mr Keanes looked at me, and shook his head. "You were involved?"<p>
"Yes, Sir."<p>
"And you won't say who else was?"<p>
"No, Sir."<p>
"This is getting to be a habit, Rysher. But I suppose I would rather know under your conditions than not know at all. We will discuss this in Friday's class. In the meantime, I forbid you to tell anyone about this conversation."<p>
"Believe me, Sir, I won't be telling anyone."<p>
"Of course not. How are your hands?"<p>
"They'll be OK, Sir."<p>
"You may go."<p>
I walked out the door. I was not looking forward to our class on Friday morning.<p>And, nor after lunch was over and he returned to school was Eric Benedict. I had another class with him at the end of the day and immediately after class finished, I sought him out.<p>
"I didn't know, Benedict - I really didn't."<p>
"It's all right, Rysher," he said, although he didn't sound like it was all right. "Gibbons told me what happened. I know that you didn't try to set me up - though I wish they hadn't taken you in as well."<p>
"You could report them. Go to Mr Keanes, or Mr Wimmer?"<p>
"No - I don't see any point in getting Gibbons in trouble, and as for Pike. I've had him flogged once and that didn't stop him. Besides, I knew I was breaking a rule - and I'll take my punishment for that. I'm not afraid to be caned, Nathan - well, I am but I can take it."<p>
"It hurts a lot."<p>
"I know it does. I know everybody thinks I haven't been caned before - well, I have been. It's just that unlike most people I don't think it's something to be proud of. So I've kept it quiet. I know it hurts. I don't want to be caned but I guess I deserve it, so that's the way it goes."<p>
Friday came around, inevitably, and once again History was our first class of the day. We were all at our desks, sitting quietly as Mr Keanes entered the room, a cane tucked under his arm. He sat down and took the roll as everybody sat waiting in anticipation of what we knew was coming.<p>
"Benedict - come to the front of the room."<p>
Benedict stood up and walked up to the front of the room, where he stood in front of the blackboard. Mr Keanes picked up the cane from his desk, and flexed it.<p>
"Benedict - you knew you were supposed to be here at lunch on Wednesday, did you not?"<p>
"Yes, Sir."<p>
"And you deliberately chose not to attend?"<p>
"Yes, Sir."<p>
"Do you have anything to say in your defence."<p>
"No, Sir."<p>
"Then take off your blazer and face the window."<p>
Benedict stripped off his jacket and placed it on the desk. His face was quite calm, his demeanour quite impressive.<p>
"Bend over... Gibbons, you have something to say?"<p>
Ernest Gibbons had raised his hand.<p>
"Sir," His voice was shaky. "Sir, we told Benedict that he shouldn't come to the detention - that none of us were going to go. We let him think he could get away with it."<p>
"I see. Who is we?"<p>
Gibbons looked down at his desk. Benedict was bent over at the front of the room, and out of sight.<p>
"We'll discuss this in a moment. Whatever else happened, Benedict chose to attend my detention and he deserves some punishment for that."<p>
Mr Keanes took up position and again I watched his entire upper body rotate as he slammed the cane down. He really did put his whole body into a caning and that made him one of the most feared caners around. There was a swishing sound, and then a very solid crack and a strangled yelp from Benedict was heard. The cane was drawn back again and again Mr Keanes rotated back and then forward slamming the cane into Benedict's bottom, and again a strangled cry. Mr Keanes paused and looked over at Gibbons.<p>
"I was going to give Benedict six until I found out he'd been victimised - so my question to you Gibbons, is how many strokes will you take for him. He's had two of his six - will you take the other four? Or perhaps you'd rather only take three? Or two? Or one?"<p>
Gibbons answered, quickly and loudly in a high pitched, almost hysterical voice. <p>
"I'll take four, Sir. I'll take what's left."<p>
"Benedict - you can return to your desk. Gibbons, come here."<p>
Both boys were shaking as they passed each other in the rows between desks. I could see Benedict's face, his eyes were bright and his lips were set, and he didn't seem to be crying. Gibbons, however, was crying as he arrived at the front of the room and took his blazer off without waiting to be told, and seemed to be about to bend over without being told to as well. But Mr Keanes placed his cane in front of him to stop him bending.<p>
"Who is we, Gibbons?"<p>
Ernie Gibbons shook his head, without speaking. Mr Keanes looked at the class.<p>
"Well?"<p>
I stood up in my back corner of the room.<p>
"Rysher, come up here. Who else?"<p>
Nobody else moved. As I arrived at the front of the room, I turned and looked at Pike who was biting his lip and looking very nervous indeed. Mr Keanes looked at me.<p>
"Who else was involved, Rysher?"<p>
I shook my head.<p>
"Take off your blazer, and Gibbons, you bend over and touch your toes." Mr Keanes turned to the class as we obeyed him. "I don't for a moment believe that Gibbons and Rysher were the only two involved in this. There is at least one coward in this room. A cowardly little sneak of a bully. I don't know who he is or who they are, and I won't guess. But I'm sure all of you know who he is or who they are. Protect him if you choose to, but whoever you are, remember that the only reason you're not being caned right now is because those you bully are better than you."<p>
He pointed at me with the cane and signaled with it that I should move to the far end of the blackboard, and then he turned his attention back to Gibbons who was bent over near the teachers desk. He laid the cane across the seat of Gibbons short trousers, then drew it back and slammed it down hard. Gibbons whole body shuddered, and his knees bent, but he stayed in position. And Mr Keanes lined the cane up again and brought it back and slammed it down again, very hard indeed. And then he spoke.<p>
"Stand up, Gibbons."<p>
Only two? Gibbons had been meant to get four. And Mr Keanes was not known for being softhearted when he caned. What was going on?<p>
"Back to your desk, Gibbons, you come here, Rysher, and bend over and touch your toes."<p>
The other day he'd aborted his caning of me because I'd hurt my fingers. Had he perhaps just hurt Gibbons in a way he didn't mean to? If so, would he hold back on me? Or perhaps because I'd come forward, he'd decided Gibbons and I could both share Benedict's four remaining strokes... these were the thoughts running through my mind and I stepped up to the correct location and bent over to almost touch my toes - I curled my fingers into my hands for protection.<p>
The first stroke was enough to make me cry - my bottom was still a little tender from my caning of two days earlier but this was very painful and I knew he'd landed the stroke exactly over one of my earlier marks. I stayed in position though as a second stroke came down, and this time it landed clean. It still hurt a lot, but it could have been far worse.<p>
"Take your blazer back to your desk, Rysher. Everyone else take their blazers off and leave them on your desk and line up at the door."<p>
We did as we were told. Benedict, being the closest to the door wound up right at the front of the queue, while I, having the advantage of being on my feet and already having my blazer off managed to get into a position fourth in line. Mr Keanes squeezed past Benedict out the door, cane in hand and gestured to Benedict to lead us in a line after him.<p>
We didn't go far. Mr Keanes simply lined us up in the corridor outside our classroom. This was a fairly long corridor with a number of classrooms along it.<p>
Mr Keanes stood on the other side of the reasonably wide corridor, roughly halfway along our line facing us with his cane in his hand.<p>
"I understand that there are rumours being spread in this school that staff members, and myself in particular, are no longer permitted to cane entire classes. I think it is important that the school is dissuaded from this erroneous view. Unfortunately you are the class that has most annoyed me this week - and as I let you off a detention on Wednesday, it is your class that I still owe a punishment to." He pointed at the front of the line where Eric Benedict was standing. "Come here, Benedict."<p>
The Saint walked forward to take up position next to Mr Keanes. "Master Benedict - I've just caned you for absenting yourself without permission from the punishment that I had given your class. A punishment I didn't complete on that occasion - and which I am about to hand out now. As this will result in you being punished for avoiding the punishment I am about to administer, I'm not entirely sure if I should cane you or not. And so I will leave the decision to you."<p>
The Saint looked along the line of boys and then turned to Mr Keanes. "Sir, this is my class. This is a class punishment."<p>
"Then bend over and touch your toes."<p>
Mr Keanes, once again took up his customary position and lined his cane up across a boys backside. And he drew it back and he slammed it down - and the noise echoed around the corridor full of classrooms. And he drew it back for a second stroke, and then he let Benedict stand up. And now, the boy was crying.<p>
"Back in line. Next."<p>
The next in line was a chap named Tee who was, like Benedict, generally very well behaved and who hardly ever got the cane. And he had his eyes closed as he walked forward and almost walked into Mr Keanes, which gave us all a moment of brief amusement. He bent down and took his two strokes, yelping like a puppy at each stroke, and his yelps echoed around the corridor as well. When he came back to the line, his eyes were wide open - he was of Asian extraction and people used to tease him about his eyes at times, well they were very round after that cane hit him.<p>
The third boy was named Crafton - Crafton used to get caned quite a bit. Very bright, but very lazy, he was always failing to complete his prep. He was almost nonchalant as he stepped up into position - and that might have explained why Mr Keanes seemed to put more strength into the two strokes he gave Crafton than he had to the first two boys. Crafton was broken by the second and he was crying as I walked past him to take my medicine. I bent over and as the first stroke hit I was somehow glad that I was still crying from my first two strokes, because that would have started me again. And the second was even harder. I was sobbing, well and truly sobbing as I returned to the line and I didn't pay all that much attention to the rest of the proceedings.<p>
When we were done, we returned to our classroom and to our desks, and Mr Keanes returned to his and he sat down behind it, and looked at us.<p>
"I won't try and teach you now - but on Monday, boys, we start again, afresh. I'll leave my cane in my office if you all promise to try and be good. I can always get it if I need it, but let's at least start with the assumption it won't be needed. Can we agree on that?"<p>
There was dead silence.<p>
"You can speak."<p>
A chorus of yeses in rather subdued tones.<p>
"Good boys. You can go out in a minute and wash your faces and hands and have a little free time until next class, but before you go, let me say one more thing. I'm sure that there are other boys in this class who were involved in the conspiracy against Benedict and who haven't owned up yet. And as I have said, those boys are cowards. Now, I'm not going to try and find out who you are, boys, and I'm not going to guess... but I am going to give you a chance to redeem yourself. If you were involved and you haven't owned up, come and see me before the end of the day. I will be in my office during lunch and afterwards. I'm not going to make you any offers - if you turn yourself in, it will be very painful for you, the time for leniency has been and gone. But you'll earn something - my respect and more importantly, perhaps a little self respect. Off you go, boys."<p>
We went.<p>
That evening in the House, the Matron decided that she was going to supervise the third form boys showering - she did this periodically as we went through the school, doing it less and less as we got older, I think the idea was to impress on us the fact that we were in her care and had no right to any privacy from her. Matron saw the marks from our canings reasonably often, but only rarely commented on them. But as we stepped into the showers, I heard her speak to Alan Pike.<p>
"Alan - what have you been up to?"<p>
We all turned and looked - Alan Pike's bottom was marked severely - it was obvious to all of us who knew anything that he had almost certainly been flogged, in addition to the two strokes he'd taken in our classroom caning. And incidents that got boys flogged were ones we normally heard about. And certainly Matron should have known - boys who earned a flogging were routinely sent to their House Matron for care and attention.<p>
"I am waiting for an answer, Alan?"<p>
"Mr Keanes flogged me Matron."<p>
"What for?"<p>
"Bullying."<p>
"Oh, <i>Alan</i>." Matron was annoyed. She'd had problems with Alan bullying in our dormitory - bullying me a lot of the time - and it made her very angry. But I was surprised to hear myself speaking up for Pike:<p>
"It's all right, Matron - he owned up to it, or he wouldn't have got caught."<p>
Matron looked at Pike. "Is that so, Alan?"<p>
"Yes, Matron."<p>
"Well, that is something at least." She smiled. "It's quite a lot, actually. Come and see me after your shower - I'll need to have a better look at that bottom."<p>
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<h2 align="center">A Stain On His Good Name (M/m, M/mm, F/m)</h2>
<p>The following account is of events that took place fairly early in my third form year at a prestigious Australian boarding school. Due to a perception by the school that I was unusually intelligent, I had only just recently turned 12 at this point and was two years younger than most of my classmates. Despite this chronological disadvantage, I was one of the better students in the school and was in the top class for all my subjects - in most I'd earned my way there, in a couple I think they were trying to inspire me to work harder by piling up the pressure.</p>
<p>Now my school was a boarding school. The vast majority of boys lived at the school during term time, we only had a rather small number of day boys who, historically, had been at a significant disadvantage in school life. By my time at the school, steps had been taken to try and integrate these pupils as fully as possible into the life of the school. They arrived at school very early, and had breakfast with the rest of us. They stayed at school in the evenings, eating with us, and doing their prep (what would be called homework in many schools) at the school, and really only headed home to sleep. The idea was that this meant they could fully participate in virtually all of the schools activities, and it seemed to work reasonably well. But it could not be denied that they were still viewed somewhat as second class citizens by those of us privileged to board, and so it was actually moderately unusual for a boarder and a day boy to be close friends.</p>
<p>But in this particular year, I did have one fairly good friend in a day boy, Greg Fountain. Fountain was in all my classes, because like myself he was seen as something of a brain. Like myself he was younger than most of our class, but only by a year unlike the two year gap I had to deal with.</p>
<p>Now the simple fact is that the school was a very expensive one and the arrangement by which day boys did everything at school except sleep there, meant that it wasn't much cheaper for their families as for everyone elses. This meant that the majority - the vast majority - of boys at the school came from well off backgrounds. Not everyone was actually rich, but nobody was poor either. Most were comfortable. Fountain was one of the exceptions.</p>
<p>He wasn't exactly poor - but his father had died and his mother was raising him on her own. She had a decent job, but nothing special - certainly nothing that would have allowed her to pay his school fees. But what she had was a very strong personality, and that had a lot to do with why he was at our school. I didn't know the whole story at the time - I learned it over time, but I think the details are of a bit of relevance here.</p>
<p>Day boys came from quite a wide area - those most distant from the school had well over an hours travel by bus either way each day. Fountain came from very nearby though - he lived less than a twenty minute walk from the school. He had attended one of the local primary schools and done very well there, and had then moved onto the local high school. Unfortunately at the high school, learning wasn't exactly viewed as a major pastime by most of the boys. Fountain was bullied, very severely, by older boys simply because he was relatively quiet, relatively studious, and relatively well behaved. His work began to suffer and by the end of his first year at that school , his marks were very poor. His mother demanded to know what had happened, and eventually under duress, he told her about the bullying. She went to his school, and was unimpressed with their response. So she came to our school, demanded to see the Headmaster, laid out the issue and talked her way into a scholarship for her son. A very forceful lady, a very impressive one. It wasn't a full scholarship, it was still quite expensive for them, especially when the things like uniforms and sports gear and similar were considered. But it was possible, and from the start of second form, Fountain became a pupil at our school.</p>
<p>So at the time this account is set, Fountain had been with us just over a year, and we had become reasonably good friends. He was a nice fellow, reasonably well behaved though certainly no angel, and he really worked very hard in class. I think he relished the idea of a school where it was fairly well accepted that it was all right to be smart and to work hard, and where bullying was reasonably rare.</p>
<p>It was Monday, and the lesson was mathematics. Our mathematics classes were taught by a man named Mr Morris. Mr Morris was a gifted teacher, and a gifted mathematician, but he wasn't exactly a friendly type of fellow. You learned a lot in his classes, but you never really enjoyed the experience. This wasn't a priority with any of our classes, really, but he went out of his way, I feel, to deliberately run very efficient classes.</p>
<p>Each Monday, we had to sit a test on all the work covered the previous week. This was a serious business - anyone who failed to achieve a mark of at least 80% was caned. Most of the class beat that mark most of the time, but it wasn't uncommon for someone to fall short occasionally.</p>
<p>After doing the test, we passed our sheets to another boy to mark them. I had Fountain's sheet on this occasion, and when I'd completed marking them I was somewhat saddened to see that he had scored 79%. I looked through the test looking for any marks I'd missed, and for a moment considered adding a mark - but the one time I know that that was tried, it was detected and the two boys involved received a very severe thrashing indeed. Mr Morris had given me six of the best the start of the previous year and I did not want that to happen again. So I handed the test back. Fountain grimaced, looked for marks, and then accepted the inevitable. After Mr Morris had called out our names and we'd reported our marks, Fountain was summoned to the front of the room.</p>
<p>"79% Fountain? Very disappointing. I know you - I know if you study at all, you pass well, so even the slightest effort would have spared you this week."</p>
<p>"Yes, Sir."</p>
<p>"Bend over and touch your toes."</p>
<p>Mr Morris picked up his cane, lined it up across the seat of Fountain's shorts, drew it back and swung down. Fountain jerked a bit, but stayed down. The cane was pulled back up and brought down again. This time there was a gasp from Fountain, but that was the only sign of reaction. The cane was drawn back again - and then Mr Morris froze. There was liquid stain spreading on the seat of Fountain's grey short trousers, turning them black. I was transfixed, I think most of us were - all I could think of was blood.</p>
<p>"Stand up, Greg." Masters rarely used boy's first names. It was a something they did to show affection or concern, and that was fairly rare from Mr Morris. Fountain snapped up and his hand flew round to his backside. "Are you all right, boy? Simpson, would you take Fountain to the infirmary?"</p>
<p>Fountain turned around looking puzzled. "I'm not that hurt, Sir." Then he seemed to realize something and his hand came off his bottom where it was rubbing so he could look at his fingers. "Oh hell."</p>
<p>He held up his hand so we could all see. His fingertips were stained with liquid - blue not red. "I had a cartridge in my pocket, Sir."</p>
<p>Back then, while ballpoints were allowed for most of our work certain classes - English Composition most notably - still required us to use fountain pens. These were refilled by inserting clear plastic ink cartridges and we all maintained a supply.</p>
<p>"You stupid little boy. You've been here long enough to know that you check your back pockets before you get caned."</p>
<p>"Yes, Sir."</p>
<p>"Go and try and clean yourself up. The rest of you - page 22."</p>
<p>We got on with our work, and Fountain came back after a few minutes and sat down. I actually felt he was reasonably lucky all things considered - he probably would have got three or four for the test result normally seeing that Mr Morris had decided he hadn't made any effort, and I'd half expected him to get six when Mr Morris had realised the blood was ink - so to get away with two was pretty reasonable.</p>
<p>After school that day, Fountain and I had library duty. All boys were expected to discharge certain duties in the school and you had some say in our your spent some of your duty time. We'd both volunteered as Library Monitors. As duties went it was fairly easy - a lot of the time we could sit and read and just answer questions from those senior students who had proven unable to master the card catalogue.</p>
<p>"I'm in deep trouble, Rysher. My mother is going to murder me when she sees my shorts."</p>
<p>"Oh come on, Fountain - it's not that bad." And it really wasn't. Our shorts were dark grey to start with so the blue ink had really just left a darker splotch. You could see it - but it wasn't quite bad enough to actually render his shorts unwearable as part of uniform. At least not on normal days - occasionally we had to dress better than normal."</p>
<p>"It is that bad - she's going to want to know what happened, and when she finds out I got the cane, she'll..." his voiced dropped, "give me a bloody good hiding."</p>
<p>"It can't be that bad. You've lived before."</p>
<p>"She's only ever done it once, Rysh - and it was awful. A lot worse than any caning. I don't think I can handle it, Rysher - and she's said that if I get caned at school, she'll back it up at home, and I believe her."</p>
<p>"Hang on. She's said she'd give you a hiding if you got the cane at school - but she's only ever done it once. That doesn't really add up." And it certainly didn't. Fountain got the cane less than most - far less than me for example - but I knew with certainty, he'd had it at least two or three times the previous year - probably more than that.</p>
<p>"She doesn't know. I've been too scared to tell her. She's got Dad's razor strap - and it really really hurt. Rysh... she doesn't understand schools like this one. To her, getting whacked must means you've done something really wrong. They wouldn't even whack the bullies at my high school. So if I go home and she finds out I got caned - Nat, I'm on scholarship and she worries that if I behave badly I'll lose it. I don't do anything that bad, but she doesn't get it."</p>
<p>I could, sort of, see the point I was making, though from what I knew of state schools then (and I have heard since in more detail) most of those weren't exactly reticent in their use of the strap back then. It was true, I think, though that we got caned significantly more often than was normal in most schools, and often for lesser offences. The school was trying to prepare us for leadership positions in society and back then it was felt that meant you needed to learn a very strict sense of discipline. Fountain was well behaved but that just meant he got caned less than most, not that it never happened. There were some boys - a very small number - who truly avoided the cane - but they were considered rather sad by the rest of us, rather cowardly. By third form, most of them had deliberately earned a caning just to dispel that myth - if you'd been caned once, it was all right if it never happened again.</p>
<p>But I honestly didn't have that much sympathy for him, I'm afraid. Corporal punishment was part of our lives and we just had to cop it when it happened. If his mother found out he'd been caned and took the strap to him for that - well, it wasn't anything incredibly unusual. I'm sure he was telling the truth and it did really hurt - but that was his cross to bear. I'm not saying I felt he should just accept a belting from his mother. If he could avoid it, somehow, that was fine as well. But if he couldn't, then he couldn't and that was just the way things were.</p>
<p>"Well, you could maybe tell her that you forgot about the cartridge and just sat on it?" I offered that as something of a possible solution out of friendship.</p>
<p>"Yeah." he brightened for a second, and then slumped. "I'm not sure that'd work though - it wouldn't be as bad, but she expects me to take care of my clothes - she was really upset when I tore a shirt last year and I don't think the shirts cost as much as the pants. But it might work. Better than nothing, I suppose. Still get in trouble, but probably not get a hiding."</p>
<p>We got on with our reading, and then when the time came separated as we went to dinner and then to prep. These things were done in Houses and day boys were in a House of their own, so I didn't expect to see him again that night.</p>
<p>But as I came out of prep, he was waiting for me - he shouldn't have been in the House and day boys had buses to catch straight after prep and he was cutting it fine - although he lived close enough to the school that in summer, when it was still light, he often walked home.</p>
<p>"What's going on?"</p>
<p>" I need your help and I wouldn't be asking if it wasn't important."</p>
<p>"All right. How can I help?"</p>
<p>"Do you have any ink? Mine is all at home and I need it before I get home."</p>
<p>"Why?"</p>
<p>"Do you have any?"</p>
<p>"Yes, I have a bit - but why?"</p>
<p>"Because I'm going to ink up my clothes and tell Mum I got attacked. Tell her some bullies got me. She won't whack me for that."</p>
<p>"That's not..."</p>
<p>"I've got to. I don't want the strap, and this will work. She won't belt me if I've been bullied - not after last time. I need the ink - will you help me, or not? As a friend?"</p>
<p>He had me. "Of course I will - but it's a bad idea."</p>
<p>"It's my backside if it doesn't work, Rysher. Just get the ink."</p>
<p>I darted back into the prep room, to my desk and grabbed out a packet of ink cartridges and some scissors. I shot outside with Fountain - technically I was going out of bounds at that time of night, but if challenged I would simply say that I wasn't sure if I'd locked the library or not.</p>
<p>We ducked into some bushes and I handed over the cartridges and scissors.</p>
<p>"It's a bad idea, Fountain!" He snipped the top of the first cartridge and smeared it on the front of his shirt. "Can you do my back?"</p>
<p>"Greg!"</p>
<p>"Look, I've started now. You can't make things any worse and if I want her to believe this, I need ink where I can't put ink."</p>
<p>I took the second cartridge after he snipped it, and put ink on his back, right in the small of his back where it would be hard to reach. Of course, he could have just taken his shirt off, I suppose - didn't think of that at the time.</p>
<p>When we'd finished it had spots and splotches and smears everywhere on his shirt and his shorts and his socks. He wasn't wearing his blazer that day, it was still fairly warm for the time of year - but I hope we wouldn't have smeared that. That was a seriously expensive item.</p>
<p>Then I returned to the house, where it took me twenty minutes of scrubbing to get the ink off my hands.</p>
<p>The following morning, I waited outside the dining room until the breakfast bell went hoping to see Fountain and find out how things had gone. But he wasn't there - and this made me just a little nervous. As I ate breakfast, I more or less came to the conclusion that his mother must have put two and two together and I wondered at what she might have done to him which would be bad enough for him to miss school.</p>
<p>Our first class was geography that day - one of my favourites at the time, because I really liked the master. I was enjoying the lesson when there was a knock on the door and a boy handed a note to Mr O'Bryan. "Rysher - the headmaster wants to see you now." Everybody in the room turned to look at me wondering what I had done. A summons to the Headmaster was rarely good news, and everybody was always glad it wasn't them.</p>
<p>I set off very nervous taking, as long as I reasonably could to get to his study door in the old building. I knocked softly, hoping he wouldn't hear, then realised this would gain me nothing and knocked harder.</p>
<p>"Come in."</p>
<p>I drew a deep breath, opened the door and stepped in. Behind the desk sat the Headmaster. In the armchair off to one side I could see Mr Wimmer, my Form Master. There were two chairs in front of the Headmasters desk and in one sat a woman I did not recognize.</p>
<p>"Ah, Rysher, come here." The Headmaster was smiling slightly but this did not mean I wasn't in trouble. He was often a very pleasant man even if you'd done something wrong. He could get angry, but anger wasn't necessary for him to punish a boy - he did it because he saw it as his duty on occasion, and so the fact he didn't seem angry was only of limited comfort. As I approached his desk he said, "This is Mrs Fountain, Gregory's mother. This is Nathan Rysher, Mrs Fountain."</p>
<p>I shook her hand and sat down in the chair the Headmaster was pointing at. My heart began beating a little harder and a little faster, as if I had run about half a mile. As I sat down I could see sitting on a corner of the headmasters desk were an ink covered school shirt, and ink covered shorts.</p>
<p>"I'll come to the point, Rysher. Your friend Gregory came home from school last night covered in ink. His mother naturally questioned him about this, and he's told her that somebody attacked him, but he wouldn't give her any details. He's physically all right, you will be happy to know - but... well, I'm not sure what you know but he's been quite badly bullied in the past, and he hasn't taken this well at all. He won't tell his mother anything else. He won't say who did it. He won't say when it happened. I'm not even one hundred percent certain it happened at school - he didn't take the coach last night. In any event, Mrs Fountain tells me that you're about the only boy he mentions as a close friend and I know you are in all of his classes. I'm hoping, that if this did involve someone from the school, you might have some idea of what is going on. Now, Nathan, can you tell me do you have any idea of who might have done this?"</p>
<p>I was normally a reasonably glib liar - or at least had been up until now. But at the end of the previous year, after another incident, I had decided to start mending my ways. Now I was still going to lie in this situation, but it wasn't as easy as it had been before - and as I opened my mouth I realised that Mrs Fountain was looking straight at me and that made it harder still and I became tongue tied.</p>
<p>"Sir, um, I, um, can't, I don't. Um..." I trailed off, and the Headmaster's face hardened a bit.</p>
<p>"Master Rysher. That wasn't an answer to my question. Now I want an answer from you to my question. Do you know who did this?"</p>
<p>I couldn't answer. I couldn't get the lie out and truth would damn me and damn my friend.</p>
<p>"MASTER RYSHER!" The Headmaster rose and came around his desk. He knelt down in front of me and gripped my shoulders as if to shake me. "Master Rysher... Nathan... you covered up bullying last year. Don't you dare try and do it again, my boy. Don't you dare. Now answer my question."</p>
<p>I remained silent and he did shake me quite hard. "Nathan. Talk to me. Listen, lad. Don't make the mistake of thinking that just because you know I won't expel you, that you can defy me again on this. Last time I beat you, I beat you in front of the entire school - don't think that is the limit of what I can do to you. If you won't tell me what I need to know..." He released my shoulders, and stood up.</p>
<p>"Rysher... do you know what 'in loco parentis' means?"</p>
<p>I was able to answer that, "In place of a parent, Sir."</p>
<p>"Yes, Nathan - it's a legal term and I want you to understand its implications right now. I have the full legal authority to do anything to you that a parent can do to their child. Please, Nathan - let's not explore the utter limits of that relationship. I don't think either of us want to do that. Just tell me who you think might have done this. I promise you - I'll investigate it in a way that nobody will know you told. This isn't dobbing - this is bullying, Nathan."</p>
<p>"I can't answer, Sir." My voice had returned.</p>
<p>"Nathan." Mrs Fountain spoke now. "Please tell us what you know. Gregory is upset, and he's your friend, he says. And we need to know what has happened."</p>
<p>Mr Wimmer rose from the armchair - and strode to the desk and picked up the shirt. "Rysher, I want you to look at what those swine did to Fountain." He spread out the shirt - it had been almost rolled in a ball. "This isn't just a few drops, they covered him." He held out the shirt, holding it by the shoulders. There were smears and lines and spots everywhere - and right in the middle of the small of the back, a handprint." The Headmaster looked at that handprint, and then rapidly looked down at my hands.</p>
<p>"Mr Wimmer - spread that on the desk. Rysher - stand up and give me your hand."</p>
<p>I froze in my seat, and shook my head quickly.</p>
<p>"Stand up and give me your hand."</p>
<p>He reached down and grabbed me by the ear. I rose with the pain as he pulled me to my feet, and over to the desk. He grabbed my right hand and slammed it down on the desk. I'd clenched my fist, but he held my wrist in place, and Mr Wimmer spread my fingers. I wasn't strong enough to resist. I began to hyperventilate. My hand covered the hand print - not perfectly, but close enough - and my reaction told them I was guilty. Mrs Fountain had stood up as well, and was looking down.</p>
<p>The Headmaster released my wrist and I almost slumped down. I was breathing very fast, and very heavily and he guided me to the armchair and sat me down. He fetched a glass of water and handed it to me and waited as I brought my breathing under control. When I was reasonably calm again, he spoke.</p>
<p>"Mrs Fountain, you have my sincere apologies for what happened to Gregory - and I assure you I will make sure it doesn't happen again. Now I would normally ask you to leave us at this point, but under the circumstances, you may stay if you wish - you've a right to see what I do to bullies and I have neither reason nor desire to show the slightest respect for Rysher's sensibilities."</p>
<p>He went to a bookshelf and took a cane down off it.</p>
<p>"Rysher, stand up - and I'm warning you now, my boy, that this is just the start of your punishment."</p>
<p>Mr Wimmer fetched the footstool from behind the door, and lead me around behind the armchair. Mrs Fountain stood there watching this unfold with a look of total contempt on her face. The Headmaster advanced on me.</p>
<p>"Rysher, lower your shorts and your underpants."</p>
<p>I shook my head.</p>
<p>"Do it, Rysher, or it will be done. You are going to be flogged. I will not tolerate bullying."</p>
<p>"IT WASN'T BULLYING!" The words exploded out of me.</p>
<p>"Pardon?"</p>
<p>I was crying. "The ink is mine, the hand is mine, I put it on, but it wasn't bullying, Sir, it wasn't, it wasn't!"</p>
<p>The Headmaster stopped. "What happened, Rysher?"</p>
<p>"I can't say." I could confess what I had done - but I still couldn't dob in my friend.</p>
<p>"You put the ink on Fountain?"</p>
<p>"Yes, Sir."</p>
<p>"But it wasn't bullying?"</p>
<p>"No, Sir."</p>
<p>"Did... Gregory ask you to do this?"</p>
<p>I clamped my mouth shut.</p>
<p>"Sit down on the armchair, Rysher. Mrs Fountain, I know you said that Gregory was too upset to be involved, but I think we need him here now. With your permission...?"</p>
<p>"Yes, Mr Hartnet, I think so."</p>
<p>She sat down next to me on the armchair as the Headmaster dialed a number on his phone. "Master Fountain? This is your Headmaster. I have your mother with me. Get here NOW!"</p>
<p>He hung up, and offered everyone - including myself a cup of tea. Even running - as I am sure he was - it would take ten minutes or so for Fountain to reach the school. I took the tea - he made it very sweet for me - and drank it slowly.</p>
<p>About ten minutes (I assume) later, there was knock on the door, and Fountain was invited in. He wasn't in uniform he hadn't taken time to change. He saw me sitting there, and his mother, and our Form Master, and he slumped a bit.</p>
<p>"Fountain, Rysher has confessed that he put the ink on you. He says it wasn't bullying but he has refused to say anymore than that. Now, unless you tell me differently, I am going to have to assume he was bullying you, and I will have to flog him here and now. I need to know what happened, Fountain. This minute."</p>
<p>Greg looked at me and then at his mother and looked indecisive. The Headmaster spoke again.</p>
<p>"Rysher has refused to drop you in it, Fountain. Are you man enough to do the same?"</p>
<p>"Yes, Sir. I asked Rysher to put the ink on me. He tried to tell me it was a bad idea, but I... he wasn't bullying me, Sir."</p>
<p>"What happened?"</p>
<p>"Does my mother have to hear this?" his voice was pleading. The response came from all three adults in the room simultaneously, one word, "Yes."</p>
<p>"All right." He steeled himself and it all came out in a rush. "I got caned yesterday and it broke an ink cartridge in my pocket, my mother would have found out I got caned and she would have belted me, she said she would if I got caned, I was trying to cover up, I'm sorry Sir, I'm sorry Mum."</p>
<p>The Headmaster nodded. "I see. Well, Fountain, it's your mother's business if she chooses to administer punishment in addition to that we give out, and you really shouldn't..."</p>
<p>"But Sir, she doesn't understand!" I was speaking now - and they all turned to look at me. I felt my face go hot, but I continued. I was more or less resigned to whatever happened to me at this point - I'd been through the wringer and was feeling pretty limp. "Fountain was telling me, Sir - his mother doesn't know how often boys get caned here. She thinks you have to be really bad to get the cane, not just naughty but bad. And it's not true, is it, Sir. Please tell her, Sir."</p>
<p>The Headmaster turned to the mother. "Mrs Fountain, let me say that from all accounts I have heard, your son is a pleasure to teach. He's a kind, considerate, hon... relatively honest boy without any malice in him, he works hard, he's polite. But he's also a boy and boys aren't angels. When they misbehave we cane them, but we don't condemn them. By all means, if you feel it is necessary to punish him at home for offences at school, then that is your right. But it's not something we would really encourage, and it's a little hard on him as it doesn't happen to most of the boys, of course."</p>
<p>"I see. So he's been caned before?"</p>
<p>"Yes, Mum. A few times. I'm sorry for not saying."</p>
<p>"And he's going to be caned again - Fountain, I meant what I said, you're a good lad, but I can't let this pass. By rights, I should flog you, but if your mother intends to add to this at home?" He looked at her.</p>
<p>She nodded. "This time, yes. After that... no. But this time, yes."</p>
<p>"In that case, I think a conventional six will do. Mrs Fountain, Rysher, we need the armchair. Fountain, bend over the back of the chair."</p>
<p>Mrs Fountain picked up her handbag. "If you don't mind, I'd rather not see this. But I will see you at home this evening, Gregory - don't be late."</p>
<p>"Yes, Mum."</p>
<p>"Oh, and Mr Hartnet - what will happen to Nathan?"</p>
<p>"What he deserves."</p>
<p>"Could I ask you... could you go a little easy on him? He's been a good friend to my son."</p>
<p>Then she walked out the door.</p>
<p>I watched Fountain take his punishment. The Headmaster lined up the cane, drew back and swung with force impressive. Fountain yelped at the first stroke, and the second, and the third, but after that the sobbing was constant and barely seemed to change in tone or volume as the last three came.</p>
<p>"Stand up. Rysher, come here and bend over the chair."</p>
<p>I did so - my legs were shaking - not enough, I hope to be noticeable but enough that every step had to be deliberate and forced. When I was in position, he tapped the cane across my bottom. He took an age tapping before he drew the cane back and I had a second to brace myself before it cut down. I needed that second if I wasn't to shriek, I knew.</p>
<p>I saw stars when the cane hit - a flash of light, a bolt of pain. The second stroke was far, far worse, and when the third came I couldn't help myself, I cried out.</p>
<p>"Stand up." I did so and wiped my eyes on the back of my hand.</p>
<p>"Rysher - take Fountain to your dormitory and lend him one of your spare uniforms to wear. You both look a size. Then both of you get to your classes."</p>
<p>We walked across to the House, and up to my dorm. Once there, I pulled out a spare set of clothes and handed it to him. He stripped off to his underpants and I was amused to see ink spots all over his body where it has soaked through his clothes and hadn't yet been removed by washing. He reached for the shirt and I stopped him.</p>
<p>"What?"</p>
<p>"Bloody Day Boy - you haven't got a clue have you. You're in a dormitory after being caned - you've got to show me the damage. It's a rule!"</p>
<p>"You Boarders are seriously strange, you know that?"</p>
<p>"Come on, let's see your stripes."</p>
<p>He dropped his underpants and I looked at his bottom. On the right cheek was the remains of the original ink spot, and just above and below it, two lines, now bruises, that showed the marks he had received the previous day. Overlaid across his white bottom though were five fresher tramline marks - I couldn't make out a sixth stroke, though I know he had received it. It was an impressive set, but nothing I hadn't seen before.</p>
<p>"You have to show me yours as well."</p>
<p>"True enough." I undid my belt, and pulled my shorts down and then my undies. I craned my eyes around to look, as he looked as well. My marks were less impressive, though still worth seeing, I think."</p>
<p>Then I pulled my trousers up, he dressed and we headed to class.</p>
<p>The following morning, once again I waited outside the dining room, and this time he arrived with the other day boys. He was carrying a paper grocery bag, which he handed me. "It's your clothes."</p>
<p>I looked at the Prefect on the door.</p>
<p>"Can we run this to my dorm?"</p>
<p>"Both of you? Oh, all right - but if you're not back in ten minutes, I won't let you in, and you'll go hungry."</p>
<p>"Thanks."</p>
<p>We ran off, and back up to my dorm. A couple of boys running late for breakfast ran out, so the room was empty. I opened the bag - my uniform, neatly washed and ironed - it had rarely looked this good.</p>
<p>"Did she whack you?"</p>
<p>"Yeah. It was pretty awful?"</p>
<p>"What happened?"</p>
<p>"I got home on the bus, and went inside. She was waiting for me in the lounge room. She told me I had to go to bed straight away, so I went up to my room and changed into my pyjamas. Then she came up with the strap, and put the pillow on the end of the bed and told me to bend over it. Once I was down, she pulled down my dacks. She saw the ink marks and made me go have a shower. When I was finished she wouldn't let me get dressed until she checked the ink was gone - she made me shower again to get rid of the rest of it. No respect for my privacy, I have to say. Anyway - when I was finished, and she was happy, she made me bend over again - without my pyjamas and she gave me six really hard ones. Three on my legs - and then three on my bum. That was horrible. I don't ever want that again. You want to see?"</p>
<p>"Sure." I hadn't been going to ask, but I was interested.</p>
<p>He lowered his shorts and his underpants and I gasped at what I saw. His bottom was a mass of bruising, his legs had a red marks laid two inches across just at the top. It all looked like too much to me. I'd see a lot of bruised bottoms - but this was truly bad.</p>
<p>"Hell, Greg - you should see one of the Matrons... that's not on..."</p>
<p>He spun around, his fist clenched. "Shut up. She's my Mum and she did it because I deserved it. So shut up."</p>
<p>"Greg..."</p>
<p>"It won't happen again, Nathan. School is school. Home is home. Either by itself is all right, I think. Bringing them together is just a bit too much. But she said it won't happen again - and my mum's never lied to me."</p>
<p>I just nodded. I had to.</p>
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<p>The following account takes place very near the end of my
sixth and final year at a prestigious Australian boarding school,
when I was still fifteen years old, at least two years younger
than most of my classmates. In general terms I was happy at this
point of my life. Six years in this environment had made me a
confident, responsible and fundamentally honest boy with a clear
and firm idea of what I wanted out of life and plans in place to
achieve that. It hadn't always been that way - when I had entered
the school, I was a rather rude, poorly disciplined little boy
with nothing much at all going for him, and I honestly think I
could have easily wound up as a petty criminal if people hadn't
taken me in hand and taught me the meaning of concepts like pride
and duty and diligence and honesty. They did this by showing me
affection when necessary, and firmness when required. They
punished my faults, rewarded my successes and as I became older
encouraged and required me to take on as much responsibility as I
could handle and then just a little bit more. As I came to finish
my schooling, I was, I think, someone for the school to be proud
of - and I was proud of myself and proud of my school. </p>
<p>I was, I admit, more than a little apprehensive about leaving
it. I had considered staying on to do a second Sixth Form year,
which wasn't that uncommon but I had decided against it, as it
would merely delay my future. I knew where I was going the
following year, and most of my schoolwork was now complete. My
classmates and I, my friends and I were waiting out our final
days of school, before going on to newer things. We had sat our
examinations and while we still had classes to attend for the
school's own purposes, we were winding down. </p>
<p>It was about half an hour after school had finished for the
day and I was lying on my bed reading a book about London. The
House was fairly quiet as most of the boys were outside at play,
either swimming, or playing cricket, or sitting around and
talking. Normally I would have joined them, but with the approach
of the end of the year, behavioural standards in the House tended
to drop a bit, and my Housemaster was away for the afternoon and
the evening, so I though I had better keep an eye on things so he
didn't return to a smouldering ruin. I was perfectly prepared to
let boys get away with a bit more than I would have in the thick
of the school year, but I had learned from experience they some
would take a mile out of every inch I granted. I was taken the
opportunity of my time inside to prepare for my upcoming
holidays. The parents of my best friend, William Connolly, were
touring Europe and had invited me to join their family in the UK
over the Christmas holidays. They quite often took me in during
school holidays, but this was unusually generous. I liked the
Connolly's - William was my best friend, his parents tended to
treat me just as they did their own children, when I was
visiting, and... well, William's middle sister Amelia was my age,
and we got along very well. When I had been younger I'd had a
real crush on the eldest girl, Lucy, but she was now at
University and completely out of my league. Amelia was my age,
but two years behind me academically at our sister school. We
weren't exactly boyfriend and girlfriend because in our social
milieu, fifteen year olds didn't do that yet - but I really,
really liked her and the idea of spending six weeks with her, was
rather attractive. I wanted to appear sophisticated and so I was
reading up on all the likely places we would visit in England. </p>
<p>My door was pushed open - there was nothing unusual in this.
As House Captain, I had a few privileges and many
responsibilities, and one of those privileges was my own room,
but it was made quite clear in word and deed that I had no real
right to privacy from adults. My Housemaster and house matron
could enter my room at any time unannounced - and would always do
so. Other adults were free to do so as well, but that happened
much more rarely. I had a right to privacy from other boys - not
from adults. So I just looked up to see who had entered,
expecting it to be either my Housemaster or the matron - and
leaped to my feet when I realised who it actually was. </p>
<p>"Good Afternoon, Sir Mark." </p>
<p>Sir Mark Wallace was... well, to me, to all of us at school,
he was something of a legend. He was the previous Headmaster of
the school - my Headmaster had taken over from him about ten
years before the time of this account - and had ruled the school
for over a quarter of a century. He was given credit for
everything about the school, and was still quite involved in its
administration - he was on the School Council and when he spoke
everybody listened. By this time he was an elderly man, but still
a very active and very vigorous one. He visited the school
reasonably often for various functions. </p>
<p>"Good Afternoon..." I could see the gears turning in
his head "... Rysher, isn't it?" </p>
<p>"Yes, Sir." </p>
<p>"I take it by your presence in this room that you are the
Captain of this House?" </p>
<p>"Yes, I am, Sir." </p>
<p>"Rather young for such an exalted position." </p>
<p>I wasn't sure if that was a question or a statement, and
wasn't sure how to respond anyway, so I stayed silent. </p>
<p>"Has the cat got your tongue?" </p>
<p>"No, Sir Mark. Sorry, Sir Mark. Yes, Sir, I'm still
fifteen sir, but I am in the Sixth Form." </p>
<p>"Yes, of course you are. Have you find that you've been
able to carry out your duties?" </p>
<p>"Of course, I have, Sir." </p>
<p>"Organising interhouse fixtures? Making sure service
duties get done? Caning other boys?" </p>
<p>"Yes, Sir." </p>
<p>"What do you think of the cane?" </p>
<p>"Well, Sir, I don't like using it much. But it's part of
the job." This was, for the most part, an honest statement.
As House Captain it was part of my job and part of my duty to use
the cane within my House and nine times out of ten it was
something I did not enjoy at all. But that tenth time... if I had
been one hundred percent honest I would have admitted to the
occasional feelings of deep satisfaction and pride in dealing
with others misbehaviour. These feelings disturbed me though, and
I did not admit to them. </p>
<p>"Yes, so I always found it to be... Rysher... you're one
of the ones who ran away a couple of years ago, aren't you?"
</p>
<p>"Sort of, Sir." William Connolly and I had both been
listed as runaways for a period near the end of Third Form after
we very foolishly snuck into the city one afternoon. I wasn't
surprised Sir Mark knew about it - it had caused quite a few
problems. </p>
<p>"And they still made you a House Captain?" I could
have been insulted by the statement, for all the good it would
have done me, but he was half smiling as if to make it clear to
me that he wasn't criticizing my better's decisions. </p>
<p>"I grew up, Sir." </p>
<p>"You wouldn't know it to look at you. In any event,
Mister Rysher, I came down to see the House Captain to invite you
to dine with me this evening - with myself and the new
Headmaster." The new Headmaster - that statement probably
gives an insight into the way this man thought when you remember
that the 'new' Headmaster had been at the school over a decade.
"Eight o'clock sharp, at the Headmaster's House - all the
Captains. Wear your Sunday best." </p>
<p>"Yes, Sir Mark." </p>
<p>"Good lad." </p>
<p>And so later that evening, having dressed in my best school
uniform and having delegated responsibility for the House to the
two other prefects who resided within it, I headed off to dinner
with my fellow Captains. Dinner was an interesting affair. I
didn't know it at the time, but have since found out that such a
dinner was held at the end of each year, attended by at least one
member of the school council and it was intended to serve as a
recognition of the Captains' service and also to find out our
opinions on the running of the school. The school didn't give the
boys much say back then, but this was one of the few
opportunities for us to raise any concerns we had. Of course, the
nature of the opportunity - one dinner which we received little
advance warning of, tended to mitigate against us saying much at
all. It was a small dinner - only eight of us present - our
Headmaster, the former Headmaster, the Captain of the School, and
the five House Captains - and in reality, most of this dinner
took the form of a debate between the two adults, with us boys
occasionally being asked to venture an opinion. And among the
issues that were discussed were the schools policies on corporal
punishment. Our Headmaster felt that the policies needed to be
changed - that punishment was often too severe. Sir Mark took
quite the opposite approach - that the school was becoming softer
and softer over time. It was quite illuminating, and also a
little disturbing to sit in on this discussion. My Headmaster was
by far the man I most admired in the world, and Sir Mark was
someone we were all taught to revere. Watching them argue - even
in a good natured fashion - well, it made me uncomfortable. But
it also made it clear to me, clearer to me than it have ever been
before, of how hierarchical our school really was. I'd embraced
the school and climbed the boys hierarchy, almost to the top. But
above me, always, were the Masters, and above them the
Headmaster. It came as something of a revelation as I came to
understand that even his powers were limited. He was beholden to
council. He had freedom only to the point that he was given. </p>
<p>"Look, Tim," Sir Mark gestured with his fork as he
spoke. "I talked to all your Captains today, and every
single one of them supports the status quo. They've no problem
with corporal punishment, they understand how it works..." </p>
<p>"I'm not opposed to the cane, Mark, you know that. It has
its place. Insolence. Smoking. Those things are perfectly
properly punished by the cane. But we overuse it - and we don't
need the excesses - we don't need floggings, we don't need the
spectacles of public beatings... all right, perhaps the
occasional beating for the worst cases of bullying might be
justifiable, but generally speaking, just a normal caning
occasionally will do the job. And we certainly don't need boys
caning. No offence, gentleman," He looked around at his
Captains. "I know none of you abuse the power - but it
shouldn't be in the hands of boys." </p>
<p>"All right, Tim. Look - you boys. How many of you have
been flogged?" I raised my hand, and so did two of my fellow
Captains. "And what was it for?" </p>
<p>"Cheating, Sir Mark." </p>
<p>"Truancy, Sir. Twice." </p>
<p>"Refusing to take a caning, Sir - oh, and running
away." I was the last to answer. </p>
<p>"Cheating, truancy, and running away, Tim. All serious
enough offences - and I do think all three warrant flogging. And
look at the results. They've all wound up as pillars of the
school. Would any have done as well, without such a salutary
lesson?" </p>
<p>"I don't know, Mark. But I know I'd like the chance to
find out, someday." </p>
<p>"Well, I will pass that on to council, and you may well
get your chance." </p>
<p>Conversation moved on to other matters - the changed
examination structure and the effect it was like to have on
rowing in the school, if I recall correctly. The above is just a
sample of wideranging conversation - the part of it most relevant
here. </p>
<p>We were just preparing for dessert when the Headmaster's wife
stepped into the room. We all leaped to our feet, but she
gestured us to sit down. "Tim, there's a phone call that you
must take." </p>
<p>"Excuse me, gentlemen. Hopefully this won't take
long." </p>
<p>He left the room. We sat in silence for a few moments and then
the Captain of the School spoke. "Sir Mark, what did you
mean about the Headmaster maybe getting the chance to stop
floggings. Can't he just stop them?" </p>
<p>"Well, yes and no, Campion. The Headmaster can do almost
whatever he likes - but he is answerable to council. Now, we'll
back his decisions unless he's completely unreasonable, as of
course he wouldn't be. But if he doesn't do what we want, then
next time he comes to us, asking for a change, we are less likely
to listen. And he tends to ask us for a lot of changes. We'll be
looking at this issue again next year, and I suspect with changes
in the council, things might go his way this time. It is, as they
keep reminding me, a new age." </p>
<p>We waited. And we waited. The phone call was obviously taking
longer than expected, and we made small talk as we waited for the
Headmaster to return so we could have our dessert. It was twenty
minutes, I would say before he came back in. </p>
<p>"Nathan, you'll need to come with me. Sorry gentlemen.
Sorry, Mark - but this can't wait." </p>
<p>"Of course - is there anything I can do to help?" </p>
<p>"Yes, actually - talk to Janet, she'll tell you what is
needed. Boys - you'd best go back to your Houses. Nathan, come
with me." </p>
<p>We walked straight out the door, pulling on our coats as we
went. I had no idea what was going on, but it was obviously quite
serious and I wondered at the need for my presence. </p>
<p>"Nathan, I need you to run along ahead. Find William
Connolly and have him waiting for me in the senior common room.
Wait with him, please." </p>
<p>"Sir, what is..." </p>
<p>"Just do as you're told," he snapped at me. So I
ran. </p>
<p>It was getting quite late - junior boys were already in bed,
but a few senior boys were still up as I entered the House. I ran
into the senior common room, where I saw William sitting near a
window reading. </p>
<p>"Connolly - you stay there. Everybody else, get to
bed." </p>
<p>Senior boys didn't have set bedtimes, and while the
Housemaster and the Matron would have a word if they felt this
privilege was being stretched too far, it was something my own
authority over was limited. A few looked up to object - saw my
face, and thought better of it. They filed out. I grabbed Roy
Carey as he went past me and said in a whisper. "Get
Matron." I was beginning to sort out what might have
happened. He nodded. </p>
<p>William had looked up in surprise as I spoke. And I watched as
my best friend suddenly, literally, turned pale before my eyes. </p>
<p>"What is it, Nathan?" </p>
<p>"I don't know. The Head is coming. He does." </p>
<p>Matron arrived only seconds before the Headmaster. She brushed
past me to William as the Headmaster entered the room as well,
and she stood beside him where he had risen to his feet, looking
very shaky. The Head spoke. </p>
<p>"You might want to sit down, William." </p>
<p>"No, Sir. Please, Sir, tell me." </p>
<p>"Your sister Amelia is very sick." </p>
<p>William staggered a little - and so did I. I snapped myself
out of it instantly, though. I had to stand... I had to walk over
and stand next to my friend, and take his other arm - the one the
Matron hadn't taken. </p>
<p>"What's wrong with her, Sir?" </p>
<p>"They thought it was scarlet fever... but it seems to be
far more serious than that. They're not sure what it is. They've
taken her to the Royal Children's Hospital." </p>
<p>"I need to go there, I need to see her." </p>
<p>"You can't." </p>
<p>"She's my sister! Our parents are in Europe, Sir!
Somebody has to..." </p>
<p>"We're trying to find your parents - so is her school.
Your Aunt has been contacted in Brisbane as well." </p>
<p>"She needs someone now!" </p>
<p>"William... you're still a child and they don't know what
she has, yet. She might be contagious. They won't let you see
her. I've tried, William. I've spoken to the Doctors but they're
adamant. Now when they work out what is going on, then I'm sure
you can see her. But for now..." </p>
<p>"How bad is she, Sir?" William was seventeen - two
years older than myself - but at that moment, looking at him, he
looked and sounded so much younger. </p>
<p>"From what they told me, William... you need to be
strong." </p>
<p>He broke down. I grabbed at him and help him up as he sobbed. </p>
<p>"If there's any news, I'll let you know. I need to get
back to the phone. And William - she'll get the best care, I
assure you. And as soon as they say you can see her, I'll drive
you up there myself." </p>
<p>The Head turned around and left the room. Matron and I helped
William to a chair, and I stood back as bit as she hugged him,
and stroked his hair. He sobbed hard for about two minutes then
straightened up. </p>
<p>"Right William... now I think you'd better come and sleep
- try and sleep - in the infirmary. Nathan, would you go and get
William's pyjamas from his..." </p>
<p>"No, Matron." William spoke firmly, though his voice
had a brittle quality to it. "I'd like to go to the Chapel,
Matron, if that's all right." </p>
<p>"Of course it is, of course it is. Do you want me to
come..." </p>
<p>"No - but if Nathan would?" </p>
<p>"Sure. I'll come. </p>
<p>We left the House and began towards the chapel. As soon as we
were out of sight, he stopped. "Nathan, do you have any
money?" </p>
<p>"What? About a dollar twenty." </p>
<p>"No more than that? What about your caches?" </p>
<p>William was my best friend. As such he knew things that very
few others knew, including that I routinely violated certain
school rules, despite my duty to enforce them. We received pocket
money once a week and that was meant to be the most money we ever
had in our possession. If you didn't spend all your money, you
were supposed to draw less the next week - an account would be
kept so long term you got your due, but they didn't like us
having too much cash. </p>
<p>In my earliest days at the school, I had always been rather
obsessed with money. I always wanted as much of it as I could
get, and I wasn't too concerned as to how I got hold of it. The
only thing I wouldn't do was steal - somehow the message that
theft was wrong had managed to sink in, in the absence of any
other moral positions. But I did obtain money in other dishonest
ways - most often by doing other peoples school assignments in
exchange for cash payments. I had to hide the money I gathered in
this way, and became quite an expert. I reformed though and
abandoned my life of crime near the end of second form. But even
after that, I still tended to break the pocket money rule and
cached my money at the end of every week. My friends were used to
me having unofficial savings. </p>
<p>And normally I would have. But an incident a couple of months
earlier had lead to our entire house having our pocket money
dramatically cut, and this had almost wiped out my savings. </p>
<p>"There's nothing in them." </p>
<p>"All right... then I'll have to hitch hike." </p>
<p>"WHAT?" </p>
<p>"Keep your voice down, Nathan. I'm going to
Melbourne." </p>
<p>"William, that's a bad..." </p>
<p>"It's my sister, Nathan. It's Amelia. You heard the Head,
she's probably dying. Mum and Dad are in Germany. She's all
alone. I can't..." </p>
<p>"They won't let you in." </p>
<p>"I'll find a way, but I've got to get to Melbourne. Now,
I'm going. I was going to call for a cab at the petrol station -
but if I have to I'll hitch." His voice was very strong,
he'd made up his mind, but there was something in it that let me
know that he was only inches from collapse. </p>
<p>"All right... but if they catch you..." </p>
<p>"They'll catch me, Nathan - I won't be back by breakfast.
I'll take whatever they hand out. I'm going though." </p>
<p>"All right. Come with me." </p>
<p>He followed, as I considered what to do. By rights, I should
have tried to stop him - but he was bigger than me and even if he
hadn't been... well, I would have let him go. He was risking
expulsion, though I did consider that unlikely. He was certainly
risking all the worst punishments I could imagine though - but
what did that matter, really? </p>
<p>I lead him across the sports grounds, and he followed me,
obviously assuming I knew what I was doing taking him further
away from the main road where he wanted to go. We arrived at the
schools weather station - as far away from the main buildings as
anything on the property. It was locked, but I knew the trick to
spring the lock and I went inside and fetched a torch and a
cricket stump and knelt down by a corner of the building to dig. </p>
<p>After ten minutes I found what I was looking for. My biggest
cache of all. Buried four years earlier, the proceeds of an act
of blackmail that had actually ended my infantile criminal
career. It was a sealed jar and inside were two twenty dollar
notes. In 1971, forty dollars was quite a considerable amount to
a boy. And I handed it to William. </p>
<p>"I'm coming with you." </p>
<p>"No, you have to stay and cover for me as long as you
can. I'll call for a cab, but I don't know how long it will
take." </p>
<p>"All right - give Amelia my love." </p>
<p>"If I can." His voice cracked. "If I'm not too
late." </p>
<p>And he ran off into the darkness. </p>
<p>I went back to the House. As I entered, I noticed that our
Housemaster had returned and was talking to the Matron. He turned
to me. </p>
<p>"How are you bearing up, Nathan? I know you're rather
close to the Connolly's - this can't be easy for you,
either." </p>
<p>"I'll be fine, Sir." </p>
<p>"Why aren't you with William at the Chapel?" </p>
<p>"He wanted to be alone, Sir. Asked me to leave him."
</p>
<p>"Oh dear... it's not personal, Nathan, I'm sure. It's a
very hard time for him." </p>
<p>"I know, Sir." </p>
<p>"Maybe I should go over..." </p>
<p>"He really wants to be alone." </p>
<p>Mr Pinner looked at me. Deeply. Far more deeply than was
normal. He cast his eyes up and down me and I worried that
perhaps signs of my digging - dirt clinging to my clothes - were
obvious. Then he nodded. </p>
<p>"All right - now perhaps you should try and sleep." </p>
<p>"Yes, Sir." </p>
<p>I went to my room, but I didn't sleep. I lay there and I
thought. I even tried to pray before giving it up as pure
hypocrisy. Religion hadn't had much effect on me, but I knew
enough to know I couldn't turn it on like a tap. </p>
<p>I heard every noise in the House that night. Every creak as
the building cooled, the noises as boys walked from their rooms
to the toilets and returned. And, at about three in the morning,
the sound of the front door opening. </p>
<p>I strained to hear what came next - but while I could hear the
sound of voices, I couldn't make out the words. After about
thirty seconds, I decided nobody could really expect me to really
be asleep, and so I rose, pulled on my dressing gown and slippers
and walked down to the foyer. </p>
<p>The Headmaster, Sir Mark, and my Housemaster were standing
there talking. I stopped, but they had seen me and the Head
gestured to me to approach. </p>
<p>"Nathan - William is in the Chapel?" </p>
<p>"Yes, Sir." </p>
<p>"Right, we'll go and get him." </p>
<p>"Sir, he wanted to be alone." </p>
<p>"Sir Mark is going to run up to Melbourne - see if he can
persuade the Doctors to let him see his sister." </p>
<p>"Oh." </p>
<p>"So, I'm sure he won't mind being disturbed." The
Head smiled. </p>
<p>"No, Sir... but he's not in the Chapel, Sir." </p>
<p>"Well, where is he?" I hesitated, and the Headmaster
reached out and grabbed my arm. "Dash it, Nathan, I won't
have any nonsense about schoolboy honour and codes here. Sir Mark
is going to take him to his sister - use your brains, boy." </p>
<p>"With any luck, Sir, he's already in Melbourne - already
at the Hospital." </p>
<p>His grip tightened until I cried out in pain, at which point
he released me, whirled about and marched out. He was angry, very
angry, but I ran after him. </p>
<p>"Sir, is there any news about Amelia?" </p>
<p>He stopped and turned, and I cringed at the expression of pure
rage on his face. He stepped towards me raising a hand and I was
convinced he was going to pound me into the ground. But he
controlled himself, and drew a deep breath, and then spoke in a
very calm voice. "Amelia is improving, and she's probably
out of danger." His lips turned up very slightly in the
semblence of a smile. "Unlike certain boys I know." He
leaped forward and I wondered why, until I realised that he'd
caught me as I fell. My legs had given way for no reason I
understood. "Matron! I think this young man needs your
care." </p>
<p>I was lead back inside the House shaking like a leaf, and
Matron didn't even ask me if I wanted to sleep in the infirmary.
She just decided for me. </p>
<p>She let me leave the infirmary as the other boys woke up - I
wasn't sick, things had just been a little bit much for me. I
headed to my room and dressed and then headed to breakfast with
some of the other senior boys of my House. Everybody knew, by
now, that William's sister was sick, and so as we headed to the
Dining Room, people were asking what I knew which wasn't much. </p>
<p>A battered old Holden pulled up in front of the main school,
and I saw William climb out of it. I ran towards him, with our
Housemates just a step behind me. Stepping out of the drivers
seat was somebody else I recognized - her name was Miss Burke and
she was governess to the youngest Connolly children. I knew her
very well, from my time staying with them - she was the type of
woman who instantly took control and charge of anyone under
voting age in her immediate sphere of influence, and I slowed
down sharply as she glared at me. </p>
<p>"Good morning, Miss Burke." </p>
<p>"Good morning, Nathan." </p>
<p>"William, how's Amelia?" </p>
<p>"She's sick, but she'll be all right, they think." </p>
<p>"Did you get to see her?" </p>
<p>"No. They just wouldn't let me. Wouldn't let Lucy either.
Miss Burke saw her, though, so that's not too bad." </p>
<p>We all crowded around William - most of the sixth form from my
House - everybody wanted to shake his hand, and show what support
they could. Miss Burke hung back, and I noticed she was looking
at me very disapprovingly. </p>
<p>I spoke quietly to William. "I had to tell them where
you'd gone. I'm sorry." </p>
<p>"Don't worry - I knew you'd have to tell. I just wanted
coverage till I got the cab... besides if we're talking about
telling, Miss Burke kind of found out that you'd given me the
money for the taxi. It was bad luck - she saw me pull up at the
hospital in it, and she's got this irritating habit of not
letting go of a question." </p>
<p>"Believe me, I know she does." </p>
<p>While we were standing there, the Headmaster approached us.
William turned to face him, straightening up and squaring his
shoulders. I moved to walk away, but the Head gestured for me to
stop. </p>
<p>"Master Connolly." </p>
<p>"Sir." </p>
<p>"I'm delighted to hear about your sister, William." </p>
<p>"Thank you, Sir." </p>
<p>"But you're in a great deal of trouble, boy." </p>
<p>"Yes, Sir, I understand that, Sir." </p>
<p>"This is the second time you've run away from school. You
could be expelled, you do know that?" </p>
<p>"Yes, Sir, I do." His voice was sombre, but there
was just a hint of pleading in it. </p>
<p>"Well, you won't be. But there will be a reckoning. Go to
breakfast, then get yourself showered. Ten o'clock. Master
Rysher." As a Captain, I was meant to be due the courtesy of
a Mister, but I wasn't going to push it. "Your presence will
be required as well." </p>
<p>"Sir." </p>
<p>He strode off. William spoke. </p>
<p>"Well, we don't want to face that on an empty
stomach." We said good bye to Miss Burke - who continued to
glare at us - and headed into the dining room. </p>
<p>"So she's going to be all right?" I was still
concerned, of course. </p>
<p>"They're pretty sure she will. They think it was an
allergy thing. It might queer the England trip, though - Mum and
Dad'll probably fly back, and it's depends on how long she's in
hospital." </p>
<p>"That doesn't matter. What matters is your sister." </p>
<p>"Yes... well, I hope you feel that way at half past ten.
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have got you into this." </p>
<p>"Forget that. I'll take whatever is coming." </p>
<p>"What'll you think we'll get?" </p>
<p>"I've got no idea." </p>
<p>And that was perhaps the worst aspect of what we were facing.
The uncertainty. William had been told he wouldn't be expelled,
but that was the only guidance either of us had. I was sure I
wouldn't be expelled either... but losing my Captaincy seemed
possible. I only had a week left at the school, so perhaps some
people might feel that didn't matter. Well, it did. And it was
weighing fairly heavily on me as we approached the Headmaster's
office at five minutes to ten that morning. </p>
<p>We looked at each other to make sure we were properly dressed
- no sense is risking arising any greater ire. </p>
<p>"Chin up, thumbs up, Connolly." </p>
<p>"Chin up, thumbs up, Rysher." </p>
<p>And I knocked on the door. </p>
<p>"Come in." </p>
<p>We both stepped inside and took up positions side by side on
the rug in front of the Headmaster's desk. He sat behind his desk
looking at us, his Deputy, Mr Keanes sat on one side of him.
Sitting in an armchair - the armchair boys had to bend over for
most canings in this room - was Sir Mark. William and I both
stood nervously for about thirty seconds. I cast my eyes over the
desk and was relieved to see that no cane was sitting there in
sight. As a Captain, I was close to immune from the cane and
hadn't experienced it in well over a year, but I was aware that
one of the limits on my immunity was the fact that the Headmaster
could certainly cane me if warranted - and I did not want that to
happen for many reasons - I feared the cane, still, but I also
feared the humiliation that would come with being the first
Captain in over twenty years to experience it. </p>
<p>The Headmaster spoke. "Connolly... William... let me say
once again how pleased I am that your sister is out of danger. I
mean that most sincerely - it's excellent news." </p>
<p>Mr Keanes spoke up as well. "Me as well, William." </p>
<p>"Thank you, both, Sirs." </p>
<p>"Having made that clear though, we cannot accept what
happened last night. I appreciate that you wanted to go to your
sister - but you are in my care and control and I cannot tolerate
you running about the countryside like that. It's not safe, it's
not acceptable." </p>
<p>"Yes, Sir." </p>
<p>"I told you that we'd done all we could so you could see
her. I wasn't being cruel, William - if you could have seen her,
I'd have taken you to see her. But they wouldn't let you, and you
could have done nothing there." </p>
<p>"Yes, Sir. I know, Sir." </p>
<p>"Do you have anything to say to excuse what you
did?" </p>
<p>"No, Sir. And I'd do it again, Sir. But I did it knowing
that I'd have to face up to the results. I'll accept whatever
they are, Sir." </p>
<p>"We can't tolerate this, Connolly. Not in any way, shape,
or form. Boys cannot run away from this school, no matter how
justified they feel they are. So your punishment has to be
severe." The Headmaster looked in Sir Mark's direction for a
moment as he said this. "You have a choice, Master Connolly.
You can be flogged, or you can be beaten before the entire school
this afternoon." </p>
<p>These were the two worst forms of corporal punishment
available, and opinion in the school was heavily divided as to
which was worse. </p>
<p>"I'll be flogged, Sir." </p>
<p>"Very well, you wait outside and when he comes out, go
with Mr Keanes. He'll do the honours." </p>
<p>"Yes, Sir." Williams voice was subdued but he did as
he was told, leaving the room, and I was left there on the rug. </p>
<p>"Master Rysher. What are we to do with you?" </p>
<p>"That's up to you, Sir." </p>
<p>"Tell me exactly what happened last night." </p>
<p>"Yes, Sir." And I told him - the clear, unadorned
truth. When I had finished, he considered what I had said. </p>
<p>"I could flog you, Rysher. Or send you to Mr Keanes to be
flogged, or beat you in front of the school. You colluded in a
violation of the rules of this school, when it was your duty to
prevent it. But if I do that, I will have to take your
Captaincy." </p>
<p>"I know, Sir. </p>
<p>"Doesn't that matter to you?" </p>
<p>My voice broke. "Yes, Sir, it matters... yesterday I
would have said it mattered more than just about anything else in
the world. And it still matters. But other things matter more. So
if you'll have my Captaincy, Sir, then you'll take it. If I'm to
be flogged, then I'll be flogged. It matters, Sir, but it's
something I don't have any power over. But last night I had a
little bit of power, and I chose how I'd use it. I'll live with
my choices, just as I have to live with yours." </p>
<p>"Mister Rysher. I will not take your Captaincy. And you
won't be flogged or beaten either. But... every choice you make
has consequences, and your choice has had serious consequences
for your best friend. So you will go with Mr Keanes, and you will
witness Connolly's flogging. And I want you to consider that
every stroke he takes is one that you let him take. William's
bottom will burn for what you did. You made a choice, a hard
choice, and I won't tell you if it was right or wrong. You'll
decide that, after you see what it has lead to. Now go with Mr
Keanes." </p>
<p>"Yes, Sir." </p>
<p>I followed the Deputy Headmaster from the room and William
fell in beside me as we walked down the corridor to where Mr
Keanes had his study. William looked at me with an inquiring look
and I shrugged. I had no idea how to explain in sign language
what was going to happen. </p>
<p>Ws stopped for a second outside Mr Keane's door and he turned
and spoke to William. "Connolly, do you need to use the
toilet?" </p>
<p>"I went before we went to see the Head, Sir." </p>
<p>"Good. Let's get this done, then." </p>
<p>He opened his door and went in. William took a deep breath,
and with clear and deliberate purpose stepped into the room. I
followed reluctantly. </p>
<p>"Close the door, Rysher. Connolly, hang your blazer on
the door - and can you take this without support, or do you need
the chair?" </p>
<p>Every Master had his own peculiarities when it came to caning.
Some made you bend across a chair, or a desk for support - Mr
Keanes generally preferred a boy to bend over and touch his toes
and take his caning. He made exceptions for younger boys and for
very severe punishments, though. </p>
<p>"I can take it, Sir." </p>
<p>"Are you sure? Because if you stand up, the cut won't
count." </p>
<p>"I'm sure, Sir." </p>
<p>"Right then... Rysher, you get the chair, and put it
there, facing this way. And sit in it." </p>
<p>I did as I was told. William was looking at me very
quizzically, but I had the same problem as before - no way of
communicating my place in the proceedings. </p>
<p>"Connolly, pull your trousers down." </p>
<p>William's hands went to his belt, and he slowly unbuckled it.
Very slowly. Then his hands crept to the buttons of his trousers
and again, he slowly unbuttoned them. He undid his flies next and
bent down pulling his trousers down to below his knees. Then he
straightened up - and without further bidding, pulled down his
white underpants as well. He stood up then. The front of his
school shirt hung down a bit, but I could still see his genital
area - which I had seen hundreds of times before. He was
seventeen and that part of his body was fully developed,
accompanied by the normal amount of hair. But his penis seemed
smaller than it normally did, and I had the crazy thought that
somehow caning made him younger. Crazy or not, though, that is
how it seemed - and it didn't just relate to that part of his
body. The apprehension on his face made that look younger as
well. </p>
<p>"Turn around and face the desk." </p>
<p>Mr Keanes had placed us so I was sitting just near the door to
his office, in a chair facing his desk. William was between me
and the desk - perhaps a yard from the desk, three yards from
myself, and when he turned away from us, I was looking directly
at the back of his body. Mr Keanes walked between us to the
umbrella stand on the other side of his door, where he generally
kept a cane. </p>
<p>Looking at William from behind, the feeling that he was
somehow younger than before was even stronger. The front of his
body wasn't much different from that of a fully grown man, but
from behind the contrast was sharper. His legs had some hair on
them, but nowhere near as much as a mans would, and his buttocks,
just visible poking out under his shirt tails were pale and
smooth. </p>
<p>Mr Keanes leaned down next to me, and murmured. "Eyes
forward, watching all the time. You're going to watch this, don't
you dare turn your head away or close your eyes." It was
quiet, but William must have heard at least some of it. A slight
shake went through his body. </p>
<p>"Connolly. Bend over and touch your toes." </p>
<p>William bent forward, slowly and his shirt tail rode up as he
did so. His legs were together, and I had a clear view now of his
entire bottom. Mr Keanes stepped up and stood side on to William,
about four feet off to his left, about half a foot behind him. He
stood there and bent the cane a couple of times as he quietly
spoke to William. </p>
<p>"Fingertips on your toes... Just a little tighter,
Connolly... Keep your knees together..." </p>
<p>When he was satisfied, he looked back at me to make sure I was
watching, gave me a quick nod, and turned his focus to his target
area. He leaned forward just a bit - he was standing so far away
from William, that he had to to reach properly, and laid the cane
across the horizontal centre of William's pale white bottom. Then
he drew the cane back. </p>
<p>His feet remained fixed in place, but his body rotated until
he was half facing me again. His left arm flew out and pointed
directly at William's backside, his right arm, with the cane in
it, pointed in my direction but bent at the elbow, so the cane
pointed up at the ceiling for an instant, then it swung back as
he rotated his wrist, so it hit him with a sharp tap on the
shoulder, midway up the length of the cane. It all paused there
for about half a second, and then his body began to rotate back,
fast, his right arm straightened as he half span in place. At the
last split second, the cane swung from its now backwards facing
position, forward at high speed with a whistling swish that
lasted only about a quarter of a second, before the resounding
crack of impact with my best friends bottom. The part of the cane
that struck was only the last six or eight inches of its three
foot length at most, and it was horizontal right across the
centre of the target area. </p>
<p>William gave a gasp, and his entire body jerked a bit. I
gasped as well, and thanked God that it had been decided not to
flog me on this occasion! Mr Keanes straightened up, and his cane
dipped down. </p>
<p>Across the centre of William's backside was a single line of
red, already visible less than five seconds after the stroke. Mr
Keane's raised his cane and lined up again on the same point,
before lifting the cane just above it, and drawing back again.
There was perhaps, ten seconds between the first stroke and the
second - at least that's how much time it seemed, it could often
be deceptive. </p>
<p>The second stroke was a carbon copy of the first, except I
could see the line of the first just below the cane as it hit, so
I realised that it hadn't hit precisely the same point to my
profound relief. William gave a cry at this second stroke, and
his legs buckled slightly. I realised there were tears in my eyes
and I blinked them back, ashamed at my reaction to what I was
seeing - and then to my horror I realised that this wasn't my
only reaction. </p>
<p>In my trousers, in my underpants, I could feel movement and I
realised that I was getting an erection. Now, back then, this
wasn't exactly uncommon - they came unexpectedly, quite a lot of
the time, but this was a situation where it definitely seemed
uncalled for. The only way I had found of dealing with it - well,
the only way I could use in public in any event - was to try and
think of something else to take my mind off it - and it seemed to
me that the spectacle of my closest friend being thrashed was
convenient for that purpose. </p>
<p>And so I focused on that. </p>
<p>Mr Keanes took aim again, and again lifted the cane just
slightly before he drew back. His whole body rotated again and
the third stroke, like the first two had all the strength of his
body behind it. William yelped at the stroke, and straightened
just slightly for an instant. His hands left the ground, but it
can't have been more than two or three inches, and he slammed
back down. Mr Keanes left hand had flown out as he rose and
hovered above his back for a second. Then he took aim on the
first stripe - now the lowest of three crimson lines, spaced
barely the thickness of the cane apart. They seemed solid lines
of red, quite different from the normal two line signature of a
cane stroke - but I'd never really had the chance to examine such
very recent marks before. </p>
<p>My erection was showing no signs of going away - indeed, I was
rigid in my trousers, at this point and I didn't know what I was
going to do about it. Mr Keane's dropped his aim at the last
minute and drew back. He cast a glance in my direction and I saw
his face was set like a rock. No emotion, no expression. Then he
swung back. The lightning fast whistle, crack. And William
straightened more than the last time. </p>
<p>"Get DOWN!" The voice was sharp and harsh, and came
so fast that it drowned out the almost shriek that had come from
William. William slammed down, and Mr Keanes spoke more quietly,
"That's your limit, Connolly, come up any more than that and
I won't count the cut." William didn't answer, but he was
sobbing now. And I was realizing that while I should have been
horrified by what I was seeing - and on one level I was - I was
also feeling quite... intense feelings I didn't expect to feel. I
was also just a bit uncomfortable - it was near the end of the
school year, and clothes were purchased at the start of the year,
and you grow a lot in a year when you're 15. My underwear had
been a little tight when I put it on that morning and it was now
having to cope with unprecedented pressures. </p>
<p>"Rysher! Eyes forward, and watching, and I won't tell you
again." </p>
<p>I cast my eyes forward, and tried to focus on what I was
supposed to be focusing on. Which, looking back on it, didn't
help matters in any way, really. </p>
<p>He took less time to aim now and it showed. There were now
four evenly spaced strokes - in order from the top, the third,
second, first, and fourth inflicted, and right down at the base
of William's buttocks, just a bit above the tops of his legs was
the fifth stroke. It was still well within the target area - it
wasn't a bad stroke by any means - but the pattern had been
broken, whether intentionally or accidentally. </p>
<p>Mr Keanes transferred his cane to his left hand as William
cried deeply from his bent over position. I watched as the Master
shook his hand and stretched his right shoulder - apparently he
was experiencing a little discomfort from his efforts. Then he
changed the cane back, looked at me, nodded and took aim right in
the thick of the first four lines. </p>
<p>"Brace yourself, William." </p>
<p>He pulled back, rotated rapidly, further than he had before
and swung back - full rotation, full extension, and at the last
half second, a half step sideways into the stroke. William
shrieked, and buckled, but straightened and sobbed. And I almost
passed out just to watch it. </p>
<p>Mr Keanes stood back up. William stayed in position, and I
could see the final line of the cane amongst the first four, with
that outlier at the base of his buttocks. </p>
<p>"You can stand up. It's over. You as well, Rysher." </p>
<p>William stood up and his hands flew to his buttocks. His body
was shaking, as he cried. I stood, and walked towards him, hoping
that my embarrassing state was not obvious to Mr Keanes - William
wouldn't have noticed if I'd been naked, I am sure - and stood
next to him as he cried for about a minute. After a minute, he
started to get himself under control, and I handed him my
handkerchief. </p>
<p>"Get your trousers up. And you go and see your Matron,
Connolly." </p>
<p>As William pulled his underpants up gingerly, Mr Keanes took
me by the arm and pulled me over into a corner. I was convinced
he must have noticed my erection, which was still very present
and quite uncomfortable - though probably not as visible as I
thought it would be. But that wasn't what he had on his mind. </p>
<p>"Rysher, that was for you to see. Not for you to tell
other boys about." </p>
<p>"Yes, Sir." </p>
<p>"Take William to the infirmary." </p>
<p>We walked out of the study and headed towards our House.
William was still crying freely, but the time of day - everybody
was in class - meant we didn't encounter any other pupils until
we reached the House. </p>
<p>There, coming out the front door was a boy named Alan Pike - a
fellow sixth former. Pike was no friend of either myself, or of
William. When we'd been younger he'd bullied us - me in
particular - often, and while he had improved over time, he was
still the type who couldn't resist making a snide comment, or
teasing someone if he had the chance. So I froze for a moment
when I saw him, expecting him to make some remark about William's
obvious distress. He paused a second, then walked on. We started
to move again, and his voice called out. </p>
<p>"Connolly." </p>
<p>I stopped, vowing to myself that I would give him six of the
best I could manage for bullying. </p>
<p>William turned and waited. </p>
<p>"I'm glad to hear your sister is doing better." </p>
<p>William nodded, and I lead him to the Matron. </p>
<p>She made him drop his trousers, and told me to leave them for
a while. I headed straight up to my room, stepped inside and shut
the door. </p>
<p>Then I dropped my trousers and my underpants and threw myself
on my bed, grasped my penis and began to relieve all the tension
I was feeling. </p>
<p>I was fifteen, and I'd been masturbating about two years at
this stage, as often as most teenage boys, I think. I enjoyed it,
but most of the time it was a pretty quick experience - no
privacy in the House, and technically it was a punishable
offence. But on this occasion, I tried to take my time. The
feelings were the most intense I had ever had, though, and things
came to a conclusion rather quickly and explosively. </p>
<p>After a while I headed back down to the infirmary to see if
William was all right. He was still in pain, but had managed to
persuade the Matron - no mean feat - that he didn't need any more
of her tender loving care. She told him he didn't have to go to
class, and told me the same thing if I stayed with him. We went
outside and when we were away from the House, he turned to me. </p>
<p>"What was that about?" </p>
<p>"The Head seemed to think I needed to see your flogging
so I'd understand what I'd let you get yourself into." </p>
<p>"Bloody hell. That's a bit psychological, isn't it? The
old man must be going soft." </p>
<p>"I suppose." </p>
<p>We spent the rest of the morning wandering around the edges of
the school looking in on it from all angles, and talking about
our time there. Happy memories, mostly. Mostly. </p>
<p>At lunch time, we headed to the dining hall because we were
both getting hungry. William, with the normal resilience of a boy
of his age at that time, showed little effects of what had
happened, though he didn't sit down, and had to endure a lot of
good natured ribbing from other boys. It almost made me wish I'd
been flogged as well. Not quite, though. </p>
<p>As we left the dining hall, the Headmaster was waiting
outside. </p>
<p>"William, the hospital says you can see your sister. I'll
run you up to the city." </p>
<p>"Oh thank you, Sir - can Rysher come?" </p>
<p>"I suppose so - get your blazer, William, you're not
leaving the school half dressed." </p>
<p>"I left it with Mr Keanes. I'll be right back." </p>
<p>He ran off towards the main building. </p>
<p>"How are you, Nathan?" </p>
<p>"I'm fine, Sir." </p>
<p>"Good. I hope you don't think I was unfair today - to you
or William. Sometimes we have to do things that aren't
particularly pleasant. I hope you learned something about
yourself today, though." </p>
<p>"Oh yes, Sir." I nodded. "I learned a lot about
myself." </p>
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Naughty Teenage Slut 02
Teaching Tessie
by Jen L. Lee (C) 2016
Hey all, Jen here - it's nice to be back writing more frequently. This story is a bit of a departure from my usual vein of writing, but I hope you'll give me some leeway. If you do like the story, send me an E-Mail - Tessie's adventures are only just beginning.
Lix from me, Jen
Hello everyone. My name is Kirsten Knutsen and I hope you will enjoy the tale I'm about to tell you. It's a long one, but I hope that it will have enough twists and turns to delight and entertain you.
To start, I was born into a family that strongly believed in what some call "family love" or, more commonly, incest. Where I come from, it is not as taboo as it is here in the United States, although we shouldn't kid ourselves. There are more families having sex together than you are led to believe. I know, because I have met some of those families over the years. You've already met one such girl, the star of our previous story. Her name was Erin and you bet, I really want to girl-fuck Erin. With a mind that pervy and a body that hot, I'd be fucking crazy not to. Plus, how many girls have mommies who are willing to join you once they've caught you despoiling their young daughter? I haven't made my move on her - yet. A few of the clerks in the lingerie store we both visit have checked her out, but I am determined to be the first.
I thought it was so cool that Erin and Jamie were so intimate and so free-wheeling about it. Some of their experiences mirrored my own, as you are about to see. Erin is a real cool girl and I hope we become companions. Once we talk some more, I'm going to get her in bed because I get the vibe that she really knows her stuff for being such a young chick.
The first man I ever fucked was my own, wonderful daddy. It was one of the very best first fucks a girl could ask for. My daddy is a strong, strapping, 6'4" outdoorsman with a 9-inch cock. I was terrified at first, so my daddy gave me a bit of wine to help me calm down. After all, most 14-year olds are going to be terrified on their first time. After about an hour of gentle and satisfying lovemaking, I told my daddy that he didn't have to be so gentle. My natural inclinations kicked in and I wanted to be fucked. Daddy was more than happy to oblige and my family told me that they could hear me all the way down the hall. I knew that night that I loved sex and the wonderful things my body could do.
The first woman I ever slept with, naturally, was my wonderful and patient mother - although she loves it when I call her "mommy", even to this day. I could not have asked for a better partner for my first female lover. She was patient and playful and naughty. Mommy - Ingrid - taught me never to underestimate my own sexuality. "Use it to your advantage, but don't be cruel or selfish," she said to me. "Be considerate of others and most - and this is important, not all - of your lovers will be kind to you." Mommy also taught me that a naked body holds great power, but nice packaging is important too. I love clothes, lingerie and shoes a great deal and much of that comes from seeing how hot they looked on my tall, elegant, regal mommy.
For the next several years, I enjoyed a great deal of sex. Most of it was with my parents, although aunts, uncles and cousins soon joined the mix. Then, it was their friends so that I could sample a real buffet of sexual activity. I found a new sense of freedom in my own sexuality and it was nice when I realized the power I held over others. I used mommy's wisdom and I have never used sex as a weapon. I was smart enough to be discreet and insisted the lovers that shared my bed be discreet as well. Thus, I was able to enjoy sex with people of both genders and of varying ages. I gained a great deal of experience. Some might have called me a slut, but that was quite far from the truth. I was merely a young woman who enjoyed sex a great deal. I didn't sleep with everyone, just those I fancied. I just happened to find all kinds of people fascinating and wanted to know them intimately. So I chose to share my body with them and earned a great deal of experience.
I loved the feeling that an orgasm gave me, a naughty and delicious shiver that went all the way down to my toes. They still curl up when I have a good cum. I swear, I can even feel it in my hair when I'm about to orgasm.
I met my husband Johnny - Giovanni - when I was 17 and he was 27. (I'm not revealing his last name out of respect for his privacy. I kept my own last name even after we married.) I was immediately in love and I hadn't yet learned his name. All I saw was this dark, handsome Italian with a flock of women surrounding him. I'm very competitive and I wanted his attention more than anything. Fortunately for me, the other girls weren't wearing a skirt as short as the one I had on or heels quite as high. Even in a country full of hot blondes, I stood out in a crowd.
I guess I should say at this point that I'm a suntanned, tall (5'10") blonde with a slender, athletic build and great legs. My skirt hugged by beautiful derriere (I have what you Americans call a "bubble butt") and I was wearing a pair of stiletto heels my mommy had given me when daddy bought her several new pairs. I don't have huge tits (but they're sexy) so I wasn't wearing a bra. One look at my ice-blue eyes and Johnny just had to come over and say hello. He didn't leave my side for the rest of the evening.
Johnny almost begged me to go out with him, it was so cute! Of course I said yes, but I played it coy. Mommy had taught me not to overplay your hand. Johnny only had a few more days in my country and then he had to return to the US and his father's import / export business. From the clothes he was wearing to the money he spent, I could see he was successful, but that wasn't my main interest. I only cared about how good a fuck he was and how big his cock was.
It was plenty big, as I learned the very next night. After a sumptuous dinner, Johnny managed to "seduce" me into coming back to his hotel room. We spent a wonderful evening fucking and the next few after that. My poor Johnny was so stunned to learn I was only 17. I assured him that was legal in my country and besides, I wasn't going to say anything. He was so shocked that someone as young as I knew so much about sex, like all the different positions, swallowing and how long I could go. When he left that Saturday, I knew he'd be back. I had him by the balls and I knew it. I had yet to find a lover - of any sex or age - that didn't want more of my hot blonde body. I knew in my soul that Johnny would prove to be no different.
After two more visits - ostensibly on business, but Johnny wasn't fooling anyone - he asked me to marry him. I wanted to say "yes" that instant, but I sensibly asked my parents for advice. I had been sleeping with a number of lovers to try and push Johnny from my head, despite the great sex, he had me hooked. My parents were smart.
"Wait until you're at least 18 and done school," Mommy told me. "If he loves you, he will wait."
I gave him my answer and he agreed. It was less than 6 months' time and he was getting an experienced, sex-crazed blonde out of the deal.
I had some conditions of my own.
"I do not want to live in New Jersey," I insisted. "It might be home to you, but I've seen enough to know I'd probably hate it." We swiftly compromised on New York, where Johnny had more family. "The other conditions have to do with sex." I saw a confused look on his face. I imagine he thought that we had clicked so well in bed, what more could I want? I soon told him.
"You don't own me, I don't own you," I said. "I have sex with whoever I want, male or female." That got his attention, he hadn't known until that moment that I was bi-sexual. I wasn't hiding it, it just had not arisen. "I won't ever embarrass you, but I can't imagine sleeping with just one man - or one gender - the rest of my life. I will be with you for a long time, but I want others."
Johnny thought he could handle that. My next condition nearly knocked him off his feet. "When we have kids, I want us to teach them about sex," I insisted. I'm sure he thought I meant like lectures and from books. I soon disavowed him of that notion. "I want us to show our kids how to fuck and let them know that there is nothing at all wrong with a family sharing love." My poor baby was flabbergasted and could not find the words to ask the question. I nodded and told him of my past. I don't doubt he had a hard time with it, being very American.
It took him the better part of a week to agree, although my best friend Natalia likely had something to do with it. She and I gave Johnny his first three-way and I think that convinced him my idea had merit. We got married a month later in a lavish ceremony that probably cost more than my father earned in a year. I spent the week before our wedding having as much sex (with my girlfriends only) as I could so that my wedding night with my husband would be special. It sure was - we honeymooned in Paris and almost didn't leave the room for the first 3 days. Luckily, we met some cute Parisiennes who found my new husband attractive - and me too, with all my new outfits - and we got taken around to see the sights, followed by nights of debauchery!
My Johnny and I found a wonderful place in New York and proceeded to have a happy marriage. We found some very sexy people to swing with and were in "the lifestyle" for a time, although I enjoyed it far more than my husband. He was in many ways, a traditional Italian man. Still, he adapted and a lot of women found him attractive. When my family visited, it was a thrill to see him fuck my sister, cousins and especially mommy, who praised his prowess.
We hadn't even been married two years when I found out I was pregnant.
Johnny was thrilled and even more so when I gave birth to Rudolph (Rudy) our very handsome - and heavy (almost 9 pounds!) baby boy. I adored being a mommy and got spoiled rotten with gifts from both sides of the family. I doted on my handsome son and he proved to be a wonderful young man. However, I'm getting a bit ahead of myself.
It wasn't much longer than a year after giving birth to Rudy that I got another shock - I was pregnant again! Johnny was thrilled but I was apprehensive about having two kids to deal with in so short a time. I needn't have worried because I was going to receive lots of help.
Two years to the day Rudy was born, along came his kid sister.
We named her Tessa, but Rudy always called her "Tessie" and it stuck.
Her family adored her, especially her big brother. We joked and told Rudy that he had to help take care of her, because she was his birthday gift. Of course, he didn't understand - or so we thought. He took it to heart and watched over his kid sister almost every waking moment - for a time, I'm sure it drove her crazy. Still, I never heard a cross word between them, not to this day. They're the best of friends and all of our family are proud of what special kids they turned out to be.
As I watched my kids grow, it was with a sense of pride and, I will admit to it, a small degree of lust. Rudy was becoming so much like his father, although with a different persona. I knew that he'd be a devil with the ladies, once he got some "hand's on" instruction. Oh no, I hadn't forgotten my family's tradition - hardly.
Shortly before his 15th birthday, my strapping young son came to me and informed me that he was in love with a girl at school. For the first time, I saw a look of uncertainty on his face. I found out that the girl was older - good for him, aiming higher - and very popular, a sexy redhead with a large group of admirers. Johnny knew he was good looking, but "Heather" was out of his league. The hell with that, I knew what mommy had to do.
"Is she as pretty as I am?" I blatantly asked him.
I think my question took him a bit by surprise, but he recovered quickly and shook his head. "N-no, you're gorgeous, mom. All of my friends say so, even if I don't always appreciate the way they say it."
"Oh? How do they say it?" I had a pretty good idea.
"They call you a MILF, that means ..."
"I know what it means darling, I'm not that old," I teased and ruffled his longish, dark hair. "Do you agree with them?"
"Mom, I respect you too much to ..."
I looked him straight in his intense, dark eyes. In this family, we aren't afraid to speak our minds. "That is not what I asked you, young man. You can still respect a woman and want to fuck her - me. Do you think I'm a hot piece of ass?" I said, trying to shake him up just a bit. Johnny and I rarely used profanity around the kids and hearing me use the word "fuck" in that context seemed to throw him.
Still, my son is pretty unflappable, so he just went for it. "Yeah mom, if I wasn't your kid, I'd say so. You're tall, blonde, tanned with a great ass and legs. There are a lot of girls I know that don't measure up to you, not even close. I've always thought dad married up," he complimented me.
Ah, I had him where I wanted him. "So then, would you like to make love to your mother?" I asked. This time, he didn't recover his cool. I pushed him down in an easy chair and explained our family tradition. His handsome face was frozen in shock, so when I kissed him, I think it got through.
"So, dad's really cool with all of this?"
I made my case. "Your father has no say in this. It's my body, to give to whomever I choose and today, I choose you. You have the same rights and so will Tessa, when I decide she's old enough. However, in the spirit of honesty, your father long ago accepted that our family would not be traditional." I knew Johnny was still battling his own demons over this, but he'd just have to deal. I'd given us both a long rope and it was too late to tug back on it now.
"Okay mom, yes. I'd be a fool not to go for this, so how do we ...?"
I kissed him again, this time, as a lover. It left him speechless. "I'll go upstairs and change," I said to him. "You stay down here, you may have a beer - after what we plan to do tonight, it's fine. In half an hour, join me upstairs. Make sure to brush your teeth, I hate when your daddy comes to bed with liquor on his breath. Don't keep me waiting," I said, wagging a finger at him and reminding him I was still the person in charge.
I'm sure he was chomping at the bit, but half hour later, I heard the thumping of his footsteps on the stairs. Rudy is like his dad, only more massive. He plays football. I told him to shower and put on his robe and come back when he was done. I'm sure he broke all sorts of speed records for showering, but I didn't mind - I was almost as anxious for this as he was. I'd waited 15 years for this moment.
I held out my arms to him and he joined me. I knew that he was a virgin, yet he had wonderful instincts. He complimented me on the black lingerie and matching heels I had chosen. He noticed I'd changed my hair and makeup. He took his time to explore me, not even rushing to remove my intimate apparel. When I was naked, he didn't rush, which must have been difficult. I know he was eager because a certain part of his anatomy betrayed him. Still, he maintained his composure and looked after me before worrying about his own needs.
After about 30 minutes of foreplay many men could have taken lessons from, Kirsten was a very happy lady.
My son proved to be a chip off the old block when it came to lovemaking. He was very much his father's son, in fact, he might have even surpassed Johnny, although I wasn't about to tell either of them about that. Men's egos are so fragile, y'know? Instead, I let my son run the gamut of sexual experimentation. I knew he had been a virgin before this very evening and only something with my breadth of experience would have suspected otherwise. Rudy was still a little rough around the edges. A few more weeks under his belt would round them out.
They did that and much, much more! His weary mommy was starting to wonder if she'd get worn out, between Rudy's dad, Rudy himself and a few other people I was screwing when I had the chance, I couldn't walk straight. I would look at my daughter Tessa and wonder how much my little girl had figured out. Did she know the score? I sure as hell hoped so, because I couldn't wait much longer for her to grow up and take some of these lovers off of my plate and on to hers.
I must have done a good job with my oldest child because he soon became more accomplished than his father. Johnny's interest in me waned and that bothered me for a time, but Rudy's cock more than did the job. I also found myself a lot more girlfriends and several of my "lunches" were spent between the thighs of a beautiful woman or younger girl - and sometimes, both.
Rudy scored himself a very sexy university professor named Christine.
She was a busty, statuesque redhead who liked younger cock and pussy - not always in that order. A few months later, Rudy got the surprise of his life when Christine brought him a little gift - her 15-year old daughter, Chandler. Rudy told me over the phone that watching mother and daughter get it on was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen and he'd feed both of them huge loads of his spunk. I wished I could have been there and I was so eager to see Tessie fuck her daddy and then show her what mommy could do for her.
Only what I expected to happen - didn't.
Tessa had known of our family plans since the age of 11. She had asked several questions and I answered them openly and honestly. She knew that her parents slept with other people and that her mommy loved sex with girls, including much younger girls. She was almost chomping at the bit for her daddy to fuck her and when she turned 13, I nearly gave in and let her go through with it. I didn't and I wonder if I made a mistake.
You see, something happened in the last year and I really don't know how to explain it to anyone. My loving husband, who should have been thrilled at the chance to be with his daughter, was as far from that emotion as he could be. He let it be known, in no uncertain terms, that he wasn't going to participate. No amount of cajoling on Tessie's part and no amount of persuasion on mine and NO pleading from the two of us combined was going to make him change his mind. He remained rock-solid in his reserve, stoic to the end. It drove a wedge between us because he had known of my intentions from the very beginning. He had lived the lifestyle up until this time, he had been with the sexy daughters of our friends. I called him a hypocrite. He responded by moving out of the house and ending communication with Tessie, myself and our son. The only way I will give him any credit is that he continued to pay all of the bills as if he was still living here.
Our daughter was devastated, far beyond that, if truth be told. She was despondent for a time and didn't even want to go to school. I allowed that as she is a gifted student and far ahead of her classmates. There weren't too many months in the school year anyway.
She told me that she didn't want to go and look at all those sexy girls and boys and feel urges that she couldn't act on. She had wanted her daddy to give her the first fucking of her life so that she could go out into the world and explore her sexuality. I laughed because Tessie is very much her mother's daughter.
She also possesses my looks, long blonde hair and slender figure, although Tessie is a few inches taller than I with a bit more "up top". Her skin is a bit darker as well, giving her a perpetually-suntanned look. I've heard some comment that she dyes her hair, she doesn't - not that anyone would know if they "checked". She is a blend of her father's looks and my own, although far closer to mommy in temperament.
"You don't have to learn about sex from daddy," I explained to a distraught Tessie. "There are other options open to you."
"I-I don't understand, mommy," she said, trying hard not to start crying. Whatever it took, I knew that I was not going to let my darling daughter remain a virgin too much longer.
I explained it in simple terms. "The options I was considering would still allow you to get a sexual education and keep it in the family and behind closed doors. The first option is Rudy. I can confirm that your brother is a wonderful lover and if we ask him, I'm certain he'd be willing to pass along his experience to you." Actually, I wasn't as sure of that as I said to Tessie. Rudy was busy with his own social life and even intimacy between us had waned. Still, I knew how much he adored his kid sister and was sure that he could be persuaded, if need be.
"Oooh, I never even thought of Rudy, mommy!" Tessie said as her mood visibly brightened. "Okay, now we're brainstorming! What's the other option?"
Being the forward and slutty bitch that I am, I made my move. I placed my hands on either side of Tessie's face and inserted my tongue in her mouth, kissing her with a passionate heat. "Me," I smiled as I moved away from her. "Mommy is your other option."
"Oooooh," she sighed dreamily as her eyes closed and slowly reopened.
"I think I like that option, mommy. Kiss me again!" She commanded me. It was a command I was eager to obey. When I kissed Tessie a second time, she kissed me back and it was my turn to be surprised. It was clearly not her first time kissing another girl!
"Tessie, when did you ...?" I asked my gorgeous little baby girl.
"Slumber parties mommy, lots of them, remember?" She giggled. I did remember, Tessie got invited to almost every slumber party in her class. I used to think it was because I always sent along some home-baked goodie, but now I wondered if it was for a different reason. Tessie smiled as she went over to her favorite chair and sat down. She crossed her impossibly-long legs and flashed me the coyest of smiles that let me know she would not be answering my unspoken question.
Where she had brightened only moments before, I now saw a look of disappointment in my daughter's beautiful eyes. I wasn't having that after having lifted her spirits. "What's wrong, darling?" I asked her with concern.
"Part of my plan was to dress up for daddy, to look really hot for him," she sighed again. "I wanted to get some new outfits and seduce him and now, that plan is ruined."
"Is that all?" I laughed. "Well my love, don't you worry about that.
I still have lots of money left on my credit limit and mommy can tell you, we bi-sexual women like a bit of eye candy just as much, if not more, than any straight man. We know how much work took into getting the look just right. So you do whatever you need, buy whatever you need to buy and leave the rest up to mommy."
My daughter kissed me one more time, although this time it was only a fleeting little peck with the barest hint of tongue. A promissory note, if you will. She was much too excited about her upcoming big event to waste a moment more, so she ran upstairs with a loud squeal, slamming her bedroom door behind her. I wondered if she was going to call any of her friends. Did she have confidantes, as I had when I was her age? Her only cousins here were on Johnny's side of the family, the rest of her family - my family - was overseas. Of course, once "the deed" had been done, I could easily rectify that. I shivered at the thought of introducing Tessie to a whole new world. My lesbian experiences had been the most satisfying of my life, far outweighing my heterosexual ones or my threesomes. I found the most wonderful sensuality in the arms of sexy women and girls. Girls Tessie's age had a marvelous quality to them, they still had innocence in their approach to sex and yet, they could easily morph into lewd, depraved little vixens who knew what a short skirt and the right pair of heels could accomplish. I had seen little signs of that in Tessie, the way she walked around her classmates and the impish sparkle in her eyes whenever we would discuss a sex question.
I called Tessie's home room teacher and let her know that Tessie would be out of school for the rest of the week. Miss Hilton was very sympathetic and sounded quite nice over the phone. She asked if my daughter was distraught over her father and I separating. "Not anymore," I said to her, thanking her for her concern. "She's going to get a bit of a makeover because we'll be celebrating a special occasion later this week."
"She doesn't need much of one, she's naturally one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen," Miss Hilton said. I'd heard Tessie praise her teacher so many times, I wondered if perhaps she harbored a small crush on the novice teacher. Now, I wondered if it might be reciprocated? I decided to test the waters and perhaps, give my daughter yet another birthday surprise.
"Miss Hilton ..."
"Cherry."
"Ooohh, cute name, I thought to myself. "Cherry, we're having a little birthday bash for Tessie next weekend. If it wouldn't violate protocol, I'd like to invite you if you would be interested in coming?" I put a little extra stress on that last word, feeling impish and playful and, I will confess, a bit horny. Cherry Hilton had the sexiest, husky voice with a trace of an accent.
"It would violate protocol, but honestly ... it wouldn't be my first time," she teased back. I liked her already. "I mean, honestly ... who gives a fuck?" she dropped her voice at the last word. "Would you like me to bring anything ... a gift for the hostess or for Tessie?"
I had several answers, but all of them were rather lewd. I didn't want to tip my hand too soon. "That will be fine, just bring your own sweet self - oh, and a suit. We have a large swimming pool and I've decided to have a pool party." I had just decided it there and then, hoping to see Miss Hilton and some of Tessie's sexy friends in skimpy bikinis. I hoped that both Cherry Hilton and myself could further my daughter's education. She thanked me for the invitation and by the time I hung up the phone, I was trembling. I didn't even know what the bitch looked like and I wanted her. All I knew was the information I had garnered from Tessie - she was only 24, it was her first year of teaching, she was popular with the kids, she was pretty, she had a nice smile ...
My teasing little daughter was very sneaky over the next few days. She didn't let me in on any of her plans. In a way, our special day together was to be as full of surprises for me as it was for her. I had given birth to a very crafty little girl and was grateful I hadn't birthed twins. I likely would have had gray hair by now.
I got home from work early on Friday and made my own plans. I had arranged everything, taking great pains to keep Tessie in the dark. I had my suitcase packed the night before and all I had to do was to write Tessie a note and leave some money beside it on the small table at our entranceway. She knew to always look there in case I'd left her a note.
I hailed a taxi and flirted shamelessly with the driver, an attractive middle-Eastern girl. She refused a tip but did accept my number. Once in the hotel, I did a check to make sure all was taken care of and it was. All that was left was to wait for Tessie to arrive. My poor heart was doing flip-flops for over an hour, but when she entered the room, I almost fainted.
This girl, the one who entered the room we were sharing, she did not look like my lovely, fourteen-year old daughter. The girl who entered looked like a 21-year old porn star. Her top was gauzy black lace and she had on hoop earrings and sexy eye makeup. Her hair, usually long, blonde and straight, was a shade lighter and wavy. Her skirt was black leather, hugging her perfect bottom and just showing a black lace thong. She had a few pairs of heels already, but these were new - classic black stilettos with the silver tip. Her lips were painted a shiny pink and her walk was sassy and filled with confidence. "What do you think, mommy?" She grinned. "Do I look good enough to fuck?" The bold little twat shook me to the core, but I was not about to be one-upped by my own daughter.
"What do you think, bitch?" I walked across to where she was standing, playing along with her game for a moment. I pulled her to me for a deep, mother-daughter kiss and slid one of my fingers under her skirt and thong and into her pussy - now shaved clean as a whistle. I crooked my finger ever-so slightly and fingered her pussy.
Once I removed it, I boldly licked it clean in front of her. "A preview of the night yet to cum," I teased her. She let out a plaintive wail and I knew things would be fine between us. Neither of us was at all nervous. Why should we have been? We both wanted it and it was going to be an act of love and passion. There wasn't a single thing to be nervous about.
"Oh God mommy, look at you!" Tessie said as she looked at me with fresh eyes. "I knew I had a gorgeous mommy, the hottest of all of my friends but - WOW!"
I almost felt like a kid again myself. I was thrilled at Tessie's praise because I had gone all out. I was in a full-length evening gown, black and tight, accentuating my body in every way possible. It had a long slit up one side and was cut low in the back. There was a long slit up the side and I had chosen the sexiest black silk stockings I owned. Like Tessie, I'd had my hair styled and every strand was perfectly placed. I'd worn the pair of diamond earrings she (by earning money since she was 10 by various chores and part-time jobs) had given me last year when she was 13. I was also in heels, a pair of Jimmy Choo shoes Tessie had spotted when we went shopping last month and thought would look good on me. She was right - they did. If Tessie looked as sexy as a porn star, her mommy looked like a high-class call girl. We were on the same wavelength and hadn't even started yet.
We didn't rush, although I could tell that Tessie was eager for us to start. I insisted that we make the evening special, so we ate a sumptuous dinner and had champagne and talked. I learned of my daughter's fantasies and more about her as a person than I had known in years. We snuggled together on the bed with her head in my lap and talked about the future. I had never really known how Tessie felt about me as a person and not just her mom. I was surprised by her admiration and stunned by her desire. Making love to her mommy had been on her mind for some time. Once that little revelation slipped out, I decided that we should waste no more time.
I took my daughter's lips and placed mine on them, kissing her sweetly, insinuating my tongue between her lips and dancing around in her mouth. With another hand, I started to remove her garb, making sure to spend lingering moments on the flesh I was making naked. With every kiss or caress, Tessie would emit these breathy little sounds. I don't even know if she realized that she was doing it, but they were so very sexy.
I marveled at the smoothness of her skin and how delicate and beautiful she was. Tessie is in wonderful condition and very athletic, yet she still remained smooth and supple. The scent of her perfume mixed in with her natural aroma was giving me a sexual high. I loved tasting her and I had not yet even touched a nipple or her sweet spot. That was about to change.
I made the nipples my first priority, seeing them stiffen into hard little pegs. Next, I worked my way down her smooth, beautiful tummy and to the golden "vee" between her thighs. Tessie trims, but she does keep a tiny patch down there. I parted it with my fingers and began to laplaplap and likliklik at her pussy and her clit. The taste of her was beyond any of my expectations and she clamped her thighs together to hold me there - as if I wanted to be anywhere else! I was incensed with the lust I felt for my little girl, far beyond any desire I'd had for anyone - my family, her father, her brother. The forbidden dual kink of lesbian sex and incest had me gripped tightly and I felt every lurid pleasure I had ever known eclipsed as I gorged on my daughter's pussy.
"Mommy, oh GOD Mommy, let me, let meeee!!" Tessie wailed and I knew I could deny her nothing. I moved away from her and with shaky hands, she undressed me. Hands far less experienced than mine touched my skin, my breasts and body and yet, I felt as if I was on fire. We tumbled back together on the bed and kissed heatedly, embracing with a new fervor. I moved my daughter into the classic sixty-nine position and was about to give her instructions as to what to do. There was no need, she had done her "homework". An eager young mouth began to feast on my pussy and I told Tessie that she was a talented little slut. That elicited a hearty giggle. "I sure am, mommy," Tessie told me. "I'm your slut and I always will be!" She went back to the task at hand and I felt a surge of emotion and desire. I had brought my daughter to the place I wanted her to be, free to express herself in any way she so chose to do. That we were so in sync thrilled me to bits and I expressed those emotions through some of the most skilled lovemaking I had ever performed. My entire focus was on making Tessie cum and from the muffled shrieks she was making in my own needy cunt, I think I was succeeding. She herself was already proving to be an adept little fuckstress, her fingers thrusting in and out of my horny pussy like a piston. She sensed that mommy was a durable slut and gave me a solid fucking as well as a licking. When the pair of us broke apart, I'd enjoyed several orgasms and I know that Tessie had as well.
It was still early, so I told Tessie that the night was hers to do however she pleased. She wanted to drink some more and in a quiet little voice, she asked if I had brought along any toys. I told her that I had and she insisted that she wanted to give me her full virginity. My naughty little girl got her first fuck in the pussy with her mommy's strap-on and the bold little twat even told me she wants to take it in her ass before long. We finished up the evening with a very sensual bath together and she snuggled in my arms and fell asleep soon after.
Rudy is coming home next week and I've suggested to Tessie that she try him out, although she's not sure. We've had sex dozens of times since that first night together and Tessie thinks that she might like girls exclusively. Fine with me, I only want her to be happy, although I've suggested that she give it some thought. Why limit her options? Either way, there will be plenty to keep her busy. Rudy's bringing his "friends" with him and the pool party is scheduled for this weekend. Tessie has a lot of lessons left ahead of her and I'm positive that she will enjoy each and every one.
I've talked with Jamie on the phone a great deal since she revealed to me - I won't say how I wormed it out of her - that she has been training her daughter. We're both perverted whores, I can admit to that. A daughter-swap has been suggested, we're both playing it cool to make sure our daughters are up for it. I haven't told Jamie all of the secrets I have in mind. A girl has to have some little secrets when she is hosting clandestine sex parties, right?
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Helios the year 2098
The Gemini VII space craft sits in the lauching platform counting down to liftoff of earths first Mar's expedition. The rocket is to lauch and meet up with the
Helios a massive space craft that will land on the surface of Mars. The count down reaches 3 and the rockets start up and fire at 1 the Gemini VII blasts off into orbit carrying a crew of 16 personel. That will meet with the Helios transfer to the Helios and spend the next 5 months travelling to Mars. The crew consists of:
Colonel Alice Masters 5'8" 140 lbs 42-20-36 caucasian 35 years old.
Lt Colonel Brain Andrews 6'4" 210 lbs caucasian 36 years old.
Major Jeannie Carter 5'6" 125 lbs 38-20-32 caucasian 28 years old.
Major Anna Brinks 5'4" 120 lbs 36-18-28 caucasian 27 years old.
Major Marko Diller 6'6" 245 lbs caucasian/mongolian 28 years old.
Captain Arthur James 6'2" 195 lbs africa american 32 years Old.
Captain Elizabeth Marsh 5'5" 130 lbs 44-20-38 caucasian 24 year old.
1st Lt Dana Wright 5'10" 130 lbs african american 34-20-36 22 years old.
1st Lt Jerome Jackson 6'4" 260 lbs african american 24 years old.
2nd Lt Carrie Samuals 5'2" 110 lbs 36-16-28 caucasian 23 years old.
2nd Lt Janet Holmes 5'7" 125 lbs 38-18-34 caucasian 21 years old.
Command Chief Master Sergeant Cindy Kellogg 5'8" 135 lbs 44-20-34 caucasian 33 years old
Chief Master Sergeant Wendy Dows 5'6" 125 lbs 36-18-28 caucasian 31 years old
Master Sergeant Tyrone Williams 6'8" 310 lbs african american 28 years old.
Master Sergeant Sally Young 5'5" 115 lbs 36-16-26 caucasian 28 years old.
Master Sergeant Phillis Meyers 5'0' 105 lbs 38-16-28 caucasian 26 years old.
After a slow trip most of the crew staying in suspended animation with the exception of Major Jeannie Carter pilot, 1st Lt Dana Wright co-pilot, Master Sergeant Sally Young engine tech. The three took shifts working making sure the ship stayed on course. As the massive 1400 foot long ship arrives at Mars after a five month 4 day trip, the crew is all taken out of suspended animation. The Helios now is orbit prepares for landing on Mars. First Master Sergeant Tyrone Williams and 1st Lt Jerome Jackson help Master Sergeant Sally Young to disconnect the four hundred foot engines and orbital platform which will be called the Atlas. Once the orbital station is secure in orbit the three crew members using a small space pod travel to the Helios.
Once aboard the three seperate each going to one of the four sections, Master Sergeant Phillis Meyers working the forth. The Helios disconnects into four two hundred foot long one hundred foot wide and slowly begin its descent toward Chryse Plantia each section of the ship landing. First one piece then the next behind the first then the other two next to the first two pieces, once all four pieces land they look like the corners of a large square. Each piece lands within fifty foot of each other section, each section is classified as a pod.
Colonel Alice Masters, Chief Master Sergeant Wendy Dows, Command Chief Master Sergeant Cindy Kellogg and Captain Arthur James land in pod number one. Lt Colonel Brain Andrews, Captain Elizabeth Marsh, 2nd Lt Janet Holmes and Master Sergeant Phillis Meyers are in pod number two. Major Jeannie Carter, Major Marko Diller, 1st Lt Dana Wright and Master Sergeant Tyrone Williams are in pod number three. Major Anna Brinks, 2nd Lt Carrie Samuals, Command Chief Master Sergeant Cindy Kellogg and 1st Lt Jerome Jackson are in pod number four.
Once landed the weight of each section weighs between 48,000 lbs to 55,000 lbs. Still each section shoots a dozen pitons into the Mars surface. Next each action is automatically one 7' by 7' square tube swings from each side section attaching to the other section then a airlock lock the walk ways into place. Two walk ways from #1 pod to #2 pod the same with #3 pod and #4 pod, then two of the squared walk ways from #1 pod to #3 pod and #2 pod to #4 pod attaching all four pieces of the Helios
together. The crew meet in the dining hall in pod #2 there they decide on what to do over the next few days.
Colonel Alice Masters and Chief Master Sergeant Wendy Dows begins doing systems checks on electrical systems and life support systems. Once every thing lights up green on the bridge control board.
1st Lt Jerome Jackson, Command Chief Master Sergeant Cindy Kellogg and Master Sergeant Tyrone Williams take over with setting up solar and wind generators.
Lt Colonel Brain Andrews, Captain Elizabeth Marsh, 2nd Lt Janet Holmes and Master Sergeant Phillis Meyers begin unloading the heavy equipment and the transportation solar runners. Hooking the solar generators to the equipment to fully charge the batteries.
Captain Arthur James and 2nd Lt Carrie Samuals start working on setting up the communication array dailing in earth's telemetry giving a update on the Helios progress.
Major Jeannie Carter and Master Sergeant Sally Young opens the medical dispensary while Major Marko Diller opens the scientific labortory.
Lt Dana Wright and Master Sergeant Tyrone William begin working on the outer shelter for the atrium garden. Unloading supplies to tie the four center walkways together with aluminum metal and high density polyethylene glass sheets.
Over the next week work days are long working hard to get every thing set up and fuctioning properly. Captain Elizabeth Marsh, 2nd Lt Janet Holmes and Master Sergeant Phillis Meyers help Lt Dana Wright and Master Sergeant Tyrone William finish the atrium plant seeds are planted irragation is set up with grow lights, monitoring the atrium is a key is securing the Helios future.
Lt Colonel Brain Andrews surveying the area driving one of the foursolar runners around the Helios, as he travela in a cicular grid pattern Lt Colonel Andrews finds what looks like a entrance craved into the side of a tall cliff. Pulling up to the unusual looking structure, he calls back to the Helios. Helios this is Andrews do you copy? Helios do you copy? Helios this is Andrews do you copy? Is anyone reading me? I've found what looks like a entrance to a structure in the wall of Northeast Cliffs from the Helios do you copy? Helios can you hear me? silence follows Ok I'm going to investigate Andrews out of the runner! Putting on his helmet Andrews excites the inclosed cab of the runner, carrying a flashlight and camera he walks towards the rectangular shape of the doorway. Getting close he starts recording with the camera speaking so the mic will hear everything he says. Doorway appears approximately 10' tall and about 6' wide. The edges are flat even and smooth, stepping into the doorway Andrews see's what looks like a hallway.
Oh my god I've found a hallway this must be some kind of structure, stepping back outside Andrews calls Helios please respond Helios do you copy? Turning back towards the hallway Andrews says I'm going to explore alittle further, walking another forthy feet into the hallway it comes to a T. Looking left it goes sixty feet to the right it goes to another T in the hallway. Turning to the right Andrews walks down the hallway turning to the left at the T seeing a dim light. Walking slowly toward the light he stops when his boot hits metal plating, looking down he see's that the floor is all metal plating a dull grey covered in a fine dusting of Mar's dirt. Looking up the hallway Andrews see's a doorway with a soft blue pulsating light, stepping into the room Andrew see's a pedestal with a dozen small multicolored lights. The blue one above the rest softly flashes dim bright dim bright, reaching up and touching the blue light there is a bright Flash Andrews screams in pain and collapses into a heap his light burning out and silence.
Hours go by and there is no sight or radio calls from Lt Colonel Andrews. After checking with everyone if they know where Andrews is or was at, Colonel Alice Masters orders CCM Sergeant Cindy Kellogg and Master Sergeant Tyrone Williams to take two of the solar runners out and see if Lt colonel Andrews might have broken down. Both take a solar runner and drive off in different directions CCM Sergeant Cindy Kellogg heads toward the Northeast Cliffs after working a grid. She see's the solar runner Andrews had been driving pulling up next to the other runner CCM Sergeant Cindy Kellogg calls for Andrews. Andrews this is Kellogg do you copy? static is the only sound Cindy looks over to the cliff seeing the doorway, Helios this is Kellogg? Helios this is Kellogg do you copy? Nothing but static, Helios do you copy this is Kellogg over? Williams this is Kellogg do you copy? nothing but static. Damnit says Cindy putting her helmet on and leaving the runner walking towards the doorway, Andrews this is Kellogg do you copy? Stopping at the doorway Kellogg examines the tall opening stepping through looking and seeing footprints.
Cindy starts following her light shining around as she walks forward stopping at a T at the end of the hallway, looking right and left Cindy see's more footprints she follows Andrews this is Kellogg do you copy? At the next T Cindy follows the footprints to the left. Seeing a blue light as Cindy starts walking her boot hits the metal plates, What the fuck Andrew can you read me? nothing Helios can you read me? Nothing walking into the doorway of the room with the light, Cindy see's a white astronauts space suit laying on the floor. Andrews yells Cindy as she runs over kneeling finding a empty suit, what is going on Andrew is someone here yells Cindy. Getting up she walks toward the light looking around the light is a soft yellow, pushing the yellow light a door to the room slides from the ceiling. Sealing Cindy in the room the hissing of air and the lights dim then brighten, across from the entrance doorway another door slides open. A beautiful 6'4" redhead her hair hanging to the middle of her back. 195 lbs naked amazon steps into the room, she has massive breasts 44FF a small 20"inch waist and large 40"inch hips Cindy's eyes widen in surprise as hanging between her legs is a 12"inch long limp cock easily 3.25"inches wide.
Cindy's eyes follow the sexy swaying of the womans hips as she closes the distances between them. In a strong seductive voice the tall woman says My My My why are you wearing all those nasty things, a she stops in front of Cindy she says OH please let me see your lovely face take that thing off touching Cindy's helmet. The womans voice is hypnotizing as the lights twinkle and change colors, Cindy unhooks the helmet lifting it off letting it fall to the ground. The woman's long sexy fingers with her inch long red nails caress Cindy's cheek, OH my but isn't that pulling at her space outfit isn't that so hot let it slide off your body show me your beauty.
The tall amazon blows a kiss to Cindy a pink mist blows over to Cindy who's eyes glaze over and she begins to undress letting the material fall off her shoulders sliding it down stepping out standing in pair of white thong panties and a white tank top. Stepping closer her fingers lifting Cindy's head gentle kissing Cindy the amazon woman smiling as she steps back. You may call me Selene as she places a hand on Cindy's shoulder pushing lightly Cindy kneels moaning softly seeing the monster cock in front of her face. Cindy reaches for Selene's cock and Selene say AH ah ahh you may not touch my totem of love use your mouth my sweet. Cindy opens her mouth turning her head letting the thick silky head slide between her lips, as she swallows Selene's cock slides down her throat.
Cindy doesn't gag she easily lets Selene's cock slide down till Cindy's nose hits her groin, Selene's cock swells and grows longer and thicker. Selene holds Cindy on her cock slowly fucking Cindy's mouth, using faster and faster full lenght strokes grabbing her head in both hands Selene moans Yes I'm Cumming pulling Cindy all the way onto her cock blasting her load straight down into Cindy's stomach. Pulling Cindy off her cock Selene smiles as Cindy's eyes turn white and she falls onto her back. As Selene turns to leave Cindy's body begins to float above the floor and follows after Selene out of the room the stone door closing after them.
Master Sergeant Tyrone Williams after driving a grid and calling for Lt Colonel Andrews dozens of times with no responds, MS Williams turns his runner to the east. Driving in the general direction of CCM Sergeant Cindy Kellogg, William calls for
CCM Sergeant Kellogg do you copy Top? CCM Sergeant Kellogg do you copy? Williams see's the flash of light off of metal or glass turning north east, Williams drive the runner over toward what he see's. As he gets closer William's realizes both Andrews and Kellogg's runners are parked in front of a large stone looking doorway. William calls for Kellogg and Andrews repeatedly, getting no response William calls the Helios after repeated calls he gets no response. Williams gets out of the runner and walks through the huge doorway into the hallway seeing the footprints on the floor. He calls for Andrews then Kellogg getting nothing but static, at the T he follows the footprints to the second T, following the footprints till he steps on the metal plates. He walks across the plates on the floor stopping at a stone door at the end of the hallway.
Williams knocks on the door calls out Hello nothing Andrews nothing Kellogg nothing turning Williams calls Helios Helios do you copy? Please response! Turning to go back to the runner Williams stops as the stone door slides upward opening to show a room behind the door. Stepping inside Williams see's a pedestal and steps closer seeing a dozen multicolored lights, a grinding sound and the door Williams had just walked through slides down closing with a thump. What the fuck gasps Williams as air hisses into the room, then another door slides open and a scantily clad Cindy Kellogg walks into the room. Wearing a gold mesh triangular cups bra that ties around her back and around her neck, a gold mesh loin cloth that ends near her knees in the front falling to her ankles in the back. She is barefoot her hair once a short brunette military cut, now long blonde hair piled high on her head held in place by golden ribbons. William stares at Cindy Kellogg the 33 year old looking about 20 years old and her figure having changed as she had been 5'8" 135 lbs 44-20-34. Now she is 5'11" tall 135 lbs 44EE-17"inch waist-40"inch hips which sways as she walks toward Williams who say CCM Sergeant Kellogg is that you? Smiling at Williams she says MMMMMM so handsome so tall so dressed please take off those ugly things!
William looks at CCM Sergeant Cindy Kellogg and says You've changed Top whats going on? Cindy reaches up unhooking the helmet Williams hands grabbing his helmet as air hisses into his helmet, then taking it off breathing deeply fresh air. Top what the hell is going on here? What is this place where is Andrews? Kellogg answer me! yells Williams What are you doing? Cindy Kellogg is gone you may call me Europa.
Europa says Williams what the fuck are you talking about? MMMMMMM Yes lets talk fucking! as Europa blows a kiss to Williams whos eyes glaze over as the pink mist is breathed in by Williams and he starts taking off his space suit. Europa walks over where a rectangular stone raises from the floor 8' long and 4' wide sitting on the stone Europa spreads her legs moving the loin cloth sideways showing a tight bare pussy. Mmmmmm my black stallion come to me! says Europa as William steps out of his suit tossing his t-shirt aside and his boxers, his black 6'8" 310 lbs body glistens his long black 12"inch cock rising as he gets closer. Europa grabbing his cock sliding her lips around the head and into her mouth sucking it deep into her throat. Europa bobs on and off Williams cock, pulling it out of her mouth laying on her back spreading her legs saying Fuck fuck this whore fuck me my black stud.
Williams gets between her knees the tip of his cock touching Europa's vagina lips and thrusts hard OOOHHH GOD gasps Europa as Williams cock stretches and punches through her cervix. His cock going deep into her womb Europa grabs Williams head kissing him passionately as he begins to power fuck Europa with long hard brutal thrusts. They fuck for awhile both kissing and moaning and groaning hmping and pumping till William blasts the biggest load of his life into Eurpoa's womb causing her to spasm as she orgasms. As William lays on top of Europa the lights brighten to till Europa and Williams can not be seen, then fading leaving a empty room once again. As Europa and Williams disappears a huge storm appears out of nowhere slamming into the Helios and the area for several hindred miles, high winds and sand and dust cover the landscape. All sensors are blinded by the force of the storm Colonel Alice Masters asks Chief Master Sergeant Wendy Dows, Chief Master Sergeant do you have a position on Lt Colonel Andrews or CCM Sergeant Cindy Kellogg
or Master Sergeant Tyrone Williams? No Ma'am I can't even track the solar runners in this storm! What are the chances of finding them in this storm? asks Master's. Zero chance ma'am chances are we won't be able to use any outside equipment for the next week from the looks of the storm ma'am! says CMS Dows.
Major Jeannie Carter and Master Sergeant Sally Young lay in a bed together cuddling after a vigorous session of sex, the blonde 5'6" 125 lbs 38-20-32 D cup Jeannie is on top of Sally young the vivacious brunette 5'5" 115 lbs 36-16-26 D cup Sally. Both women have the exact birthday being 28 years old. They also have been lovers for over a year while planning for the mission. Now as they lay in each others arms they can hear the storm pounding against the Helios. Sally tickles Jeannie who laughs and say Master Sergeant Attention laughing Sally says Fuck you! giggling. Smiling Jeannie reaches off the side of the bed lifting a oblong tube about 14"inches long saying Baby thats the plan, Sally laughs grabbing Jeannie wrapping her legs around her squeezing. Opening the end Jeannie pulls the 13"inch long 3"inch wide black rubber dildo, Oh my god Jeannie how did you get this on the ship giggles Sally as she spreads her legs wide. Jeannie says Now I'm going to fuck you my little whore, putting the head into Sally's mouth saying get it nice and wet. Slobbering on the head of the rubber cock moaning while staring into Jeannie's eyes, sitting back on her heels between Sally's spread legs Jeannie presses the tip of the large rubber toy against Sally's sex. How do you want it baby? asks Jeannie.
MMMMM hard I want it hard and nasty! giggles Sally.
Jeannie shoves forward hard Sally's head snaps back as her eyes widen and a scream escapes her lips, aanuugghh as Jeannie drives half of the big rubber cock into Sally's wet cunt. The huge tip of the dildo smashes into Sally's cervix OH FUCK squeals Sally as Jeannie pulls the rubber toy halfway backout, Ok you little Slut now you're going to get it just the way you deserve! Jeannie then using all her strenght she shoves forward brutally hard driving the huge black dildo into Sally's moist hot gash. As the tip hits Sally's cervix it punches through AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH screams Sally as her hips rise up allowing Jeannie to shove the full lenght of the toy inside Sally's cunt. She then begins to saw the toy back and forth in and out of Sally stretched little lips of her pussy, smiling as her hips pump and she orgasms over and over again till Sally is covered in sweat and moaning and spasming on the huge toy. Pulling it out Jeannie locks her lips on Sally's clit licking and sucking tasting sweet nector. Licking her through another orgasm Jeannie crawls up Sally's body kissing her belly then sucking her nipples before kissing her deeply and passionately. Finally breaking the kiss Sally says God I feel so go but I'm pooped giggling as Jeannie cuddles her in her arms kissing her neck as both woemn close their eyes.
Colonel Alice Masters and Chief Master Sergeant Wendy Dows are relieved by Major Anna Brinks and 1st Lt Dana Wright. After receiving a briefing on the statis of the Helios and crew with the disappearance of Andrews, Kellogg and Williams and the strenght of the storm. Colonel Masters and Chief Master Sergeant Dows leaves the bridge both going to the mess hall to eat some dinner. As they sit in the mess hall eatting by their selves and talking Wendy Dows asks Colonet Masters Ma'am what do you think happened to Andrews, Kellogg and Williams? Maybe they broke down and just got trapped by the storm somewhere, hopefully safe and sound! says Masters. Well Ma'am I'm going to bed now goodnight. says Wendy Dows. Goodnight Chief Master Sergeant get a good nights rest. Getting up Wendy Dows walks off to her quarters while Colonel Alice Masters gets up and heads toward her quarters stopping at 1st Lt Jerome Jackson quarters. Knocking on the door it swings open Jackson stands there in his white boxers his 6'4" 260 lbs light black body shines from a sheet of sweat. Masters walks into the room past Jackson and sits down on his bed, Jackson swings the door shut walking over to Alice Masters. Standing before her and looking down at the short blonde haired 5'8" 140 lbs D cup 42-20-36 white 35 years old woman. White sluts like you just can't get enough black cock can ya Bitch? says Jackson. As Alice reaches up cupping his balls through his boxers while stroking his long semi hard cock through his boxers with her other hand.
MMMMMM it looks so big! smiles Alice Masters looking up at Jackson. Pulling down on the waistband Alice gasps as the long black cock of Jackson pops out of his boxers swinging up toward Alice's face. Grabbing the 12"inch long black cock 2.5"inches wide, grabbing the long piece of man meat Alice opens her mouth licking the head of Jackson's cock as she tries swallowing his massive rod. Holding her head in his hands as he rocks back and forth shoving his big black cock in and out of Alice's mouth as she moans and sucks his prick with the intent of making him cum in her mouth. Groaning Jackson pulls Alice deeper onto his cock as it swells and twitches Jackson moaning Oh fuck Bitch I'm cumming as he shoots the first of several blasts into Alice's throat pulling back filling her mouth with his hot white semen. Moaning Alice swallows it all licking and cleaning his cock free of all cum. Pulling free of Jackson's cock Alice looks up at him as she has while sucking his cock removed her pants and now lifts her t-shirt off, sitting then standing up she
takes off her bra and slides her thong panties off. Standing there naked with her nipples hard and her well trimmed pussy wet and ready. Colonel Alice Masters looks up at Jackson and says Lt Jerome fuck me you black bastard thats an order!
Grabbing Alice by her hair and yanking her head back Jackson looks down at Alice and says Yeah I'll fuck ya you fucking white whore! Throwing her onto the bed Jerome kneels between her legs guiding his black cock to her white blonde hair quim
he shoves in hard and deep Oh Fuck You are so fucking Big gasps Alice as Jerome uses his full weight driving his cock into her cunt plowing into her womb after slamming against then tearing through her crevix. Oh god fuck me Jerome squeals Alice as the younger man begins fucking her hard, then rolling her onto her hands and knees pulling her back fucking her in the doggy position. Grabbing her hair yanking her head back forcing her to arch her back Jackson slams in and out of her with hard and powerful thrusts. Moaning Alice spasms and shutters as she orgasms one after another orgasm, panting and moaning Alice sobs in pleasure OH Fuck me harder Jerome oh god give it to me baby! Jackson slams deeper and harder whispering in her ear Take my black cock whore I'm going to knock your white ass up now here it cums YYEEAAHHH bellows Jackson as his cock swells and sprays his hot burning semen into Alice's womb causing her to orgasm even harder on Jackson's cock.
Falling on top of Alice then rolling off both of them breathing hard and fast Alice shuttering as Jackson's cock pulls free of her cunt his cum leaking out after it is freed. Alice moans OH you black bastard you fuck me so good she giggles and says I think I love you. Jackson says No you just love my black cock! Both laugh as Alice says I got to go rolling over kissing Jackson deep and long breaking the kiss and saying I got to go baby I'll see you later! Getting up and dressing Alice bends over Kissing Jackson again before saying goodnight and leaving his quarters heading for her own room. After she showers she lays down satisfied and tired going to sleep while the storm rages outside. On the bridge Major Anna Brinks and 1st Lt Dana Wright monitors the storm and signals from earth or the missing crew members.
Major where could Andrews, Kellogg and Williams have gone, shouldn't we be able to pick up their communicators signals. Major Anna Brinks looks at 1st Lt Wright and says I don't understand Lieutenant we should be able to pick up the solar runners GPS signals at the very least maybe there is something we don't know about that is obstructing the signals. All of a sudden a red blip lights up on the screen slowly moving towards the Helios, 1st Lt Wright says look thats CCM Sergeant Kellogg's runner its moving toward the second vehicle entrance. Who's on duty closes to the 2nd vehicle garage? asks Major Anna Brinks. I got 2nd Lt Janet Holmes on duty in the scientific telemetry room Ma'am! says 1st Lt Dana Wright. Holmes do you copy? asks Major Brinks over the intercom. This is Holmes go ahead! says the 2nd Lieutenant. Holmes this is Brinks can you go to the 2nd vehicle garage we have Kellogg's solar runner on scope as pulling in see if she is alone or if she has Andrews and Williams in the runner! Yes Ma'am I'll chech it out Holmes out.
2nd Lt Janet Holmes with her shoulder lenght blonde hair is dressed in her t-shirt and pants with her tennis shoes on hurries to the hatch of the second vehicle garage. The fit 21 years old arrives at the hatch looking in seeing no lights the lights next to the door flashing red showing the outer doors are not closed. Hitting the intercom Holmes says Kellogg close the outer doors if you are inside. The light flashes yellow then turns green the hatch clicks and air hisses as the door slides sideways, stepping forward into the garage Janet Holmes stops as she see'e CCM Sergeant Cindy Kellogg only she looks nothing like the CCM Sergeant Kellogg that Holmes knows wearing a gold mesh triangular cups bra that ties around her back and around her neck, a gold mesh loin cloth that ends near her knees in the front falling to her ankles in the back. She is barefoot her hair once a short brunette military cut, now long blonde hair piled high on her head held in place by golden ribbons. Holmes stares at Cindy Kellogg the 33 year old looking about 20 years old and her figure having changed as she had been 5'8" 135 lbs 44-20-34. Now she is 5'11" tall 135 lbs 44EE-17"inch waist-40"inch hips which sways as she walks towards Holmes saying Hello my beauty I've brought you a new lover!
The huge black 7'foot tall 380 lb fur covered upper body with powerful arms and large hands with a massive bulls head, the lower half huge powerful muscular legs ending with massive hoofs like a bull. Say Hello to Asterion he wishes to be your lover. says Kellogg now Europa. Janet's eyes widen in shock as the Minotaur reaches out grabbing her arm Janet screams in terror a shrill piercing cry.The second massive hand clamps around her neck lifting her off her feet. The Minotaur growls deeply as Europa says touching the Minotaurs arm saying, Asterion be gentle if you can! The 5'7" 125 lbs 38DD-18-34 big breasted 2nd Lt dangling in the air is walked backward to the solar runner. Still holding Janet by one hand around the neck
Asterion reaches up with his other hand tearing her t-shirt open with a brutal tug. Pinning Janet to the hood of the solar runner and gripping her pants waist band the Minotaur rips the pants off Janet's body then grasping her panties he tears them off also. Janet is terrified and unable to stop the massive beast from assaulting her, when she see's the sheath between his massive legs opens and a enormous horselike size cock slides out. Janet struggles as Asterion forces her legs apart his eyes red as he shoves his hard cock into her pussy, stretching her wide as her eyes bulge her scream cut off as Asterion squeezes her throat cutting off her scream of pain.
Asterion begins fucking Janet with long hard 16"inch strokes the massive head 4.5"inches wide almost on the verge of tearing her vagina apart. Transfering his hands to Janet's hips he begins slamming her up and down on his cock with no care for the pain he is causing Janet. He fucks Janet hard for a half an hour, Janet is forced to orgasm over and over by the time Asterion bellows his bull yell he blasts a massive amount of cum into Janet's bruised womb. Her belly swells causing her to cry out in pain as she looks like she is pregnant, pulling out bull semen pours out of Janet stretched gaping open cunt pouring down the hood of the runner and puddling on the floor between Asterion's hoofs. Letting go of Janet Asterion turns away leaving the unconscious woman on the hood of the runner twitching and spasming as she continues to orgasm. The Minotaur turns away looking at Europa who smiles saying I'm going to see a old friend Asterion don't leave you toy alone she needs your love my friend. Shaking his head he turns walking back to Janet grabbing each thigh spreading them wide his hard cock touching her gaping pussy lips, Janet's eyes opening looking down seeing Asterion's huge cock aimed at her pussy. Oh god please No sobs Janet, who's eyes bulge and she screams AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE as he brutally rams his cock to the hilt into Janet's abused gaping fuck hole. HEr eyes rolling back as she spasms on Asterion's cock as she orgasms begin again.
Europa walks down the hallway of the second section of the Helios, walking into the scientific laboratory where Major Marko Diller is working at a desk. Looking up from his work Marko's eyes widen seeing the scantily clad Europa standing in front of him. Standing up the 28 years old 6'6" 245 lbs dark skinned caucasian/mongolian
stares at Europa saying Kellogg is that you? Stepping forward Europa says Yes I was this Cindy Kellogg now I am just Europa! Do you want me? Europa asks pulling her loin cloth sideway showing her bare wet hot pussy. Marko's eyes widen as she steps closer blowing Marko a kiss, the pink mist Europa blows surrounds Marko who breaths deeply his eyes glazing over as Europa says We have need of you Selene wishes to meet you lover come she wiggles her finger as she turns walking back to the 2nd vehicle garage. Europa walks up entering the other solar runner in the garage as Asterion fucks a moaning orgasming Janet Holmes who is unaware of anything except for the huge horse size cock buried in her cunt. Marko enters the runner with Europa who says to the Minotaur, Asterion take your toy to her room you know where it is and have fun with her! Picking Janet up holding her arms Asterion says Yess Mistress turning holding Janet's arms his cock still buried in her cunt he walks out as the hatch closes and locks.
The runner drives out and turns toward the Northeast Cliffs pulling up to the new doorway one hundred feet from the other that Andrews, Kellogg and Williams had entered stopping before the doorway that is closed. The stone slides sideways and Europa drives into the room inside the stone doors sliding closed. Major Brinks looks at 1st Lt Wright and says What the hell just happened who was driving that runner and where did it go. I I don't Major gasps Lieutenant Wright Oh my god look the storm is getting worst says 1st Lt Dana Wright. All power shuts off on the bridge Major Anna Brinks says Lieutenant check breakers and call the Colonel. Ma'am intercoms are down and the bridge doors are sealed. says Dana. Major Brinks says Calm down Dana lets just walk through all system checks and reboot the bridge. Yes Ma'am sorry I got excited! Just take it easy lets figure this out one step at a time says Major Brinks. Several hours go by and still there is no power on the bridge also around the Helios security doors close and lock power going off in various parts of the ship. Colonel Alice Masters, Chief Master Sergeant Wendy Dows
and 1st Lt Jerome Jackson are locked in their rooms with no way out. 2nd Lt Janet Holmes lays on her bed in her room with the Minotaur Asterion now butt fucking the transformed nymphomaniac Janet Holmes who moans and orgasms on his monster cock.
Lt Colonel Andrews solar runner drives into the 1st vehicle garage the figure which gets out was Lt Colonel Brain Andrews but no longer now he is Selene the beautiful 6'4" redhead her hair hanging to the middle of her back. 195 lbs amazon steps out of the solar runner, her massive breasts 44FF covered by a triangular silver mesh small 20"inch waist with a silver chain hanging around her belly. Her large 40"inch hips covered by a silver mesh skirt slit up both sides covering her hanging 12"inch long 3.25"inches wide limp cock. Her feet covered with a pair of 7"inch open toed sandles with stilettos high heels. Her hips swaying as the hatch to the garage opens allowing Selene to step into the hallway she walks to the door to 2nd Lt Carrie Samuals quarters. Touching the door it slides open Carrie lays in bed in her blue thong panties and matching bra, after finding she can't get out of her room she lays back down. The 23 years old long shoulder lenght brunette looks up as the door hisses open seeing Selene step in and the door sliding shut. The 5'2" 110 lbs 36C cup-16"waist-28"hip beauty jumps to her feet. Who are you? Carrie asks. I am Selene she blows a kiss toward Carrie the pink mists swirling around her head as Carrie breaths the mist in. Selene steps closer come to me my Sweet purrs Selene in her seductive voice. Carrie steps closer and Selene reaches up cupping both of Carrie's breast squeezing them softly her nipples harden and Carrie moans softly, yes my Sweet cum for me make love to me! says Selene.
Carrie's hands unhooks her bra and then slides off her panties, standing there with her well trimmed vagina. Her firm C cup breast and pink dollar size areola's her nipples stiff and firm, Selene reaching and pulling on Carrie's nipples smiling as Carrie moans OOOOOOO. Selene then reaches down cupping Carrie's pussy pressing her finger into Carrie's wet hot vagina. Carrie grabs Selene's arm as she moans MMMMMM please more! looking up into Selene's eyes. Selene adds another finger Carrie's eyes open wide her mouth open in a louder moan OOOOOOOOO Yesssss, lifting with her fingers Carrie forcing her to her tiptoes. Pulling her fingers from Carrie's pussy
she says Kneel my sweet! Carrie kneels Selene unhooks a silver thin belt her silver skirt falling to the floor Carrie'gasps seeing Selene's huge cock as it starts to thicken and lenghten getting hard. Selene puts her hand on the back of Carrie's head saying, Make love to my alter of power! pulling Carrie's head closer she opens her mouth feeling the huge head sliding across her lips filling Carrie's mouth with Selene's thick huge cock. Hitting the back of her throat Carrie gags then feels Selene cock slowly slide down her throat which bulges as it travels further into Carrie's throat. Slowly fucking her face Carrie's lips meet Selene's groin gagging slightly, as she pulls back off Selene's cock.
Coughing lightly Selene takes Carrie's hand lifting her up and pushing her backwards to Carrie's bed. As her legs hit the edge of the bed Carrie falls back onto her back spreading her legs and laying back moaning Please I need it please! Selene kneels between her legs pressing the tip of her cock against Carrie's pussy lips and thrusting into Carrie's cunt. AAAAHHHHH Fuck you're Huge squeals Carrie,
The slap slap slap of flesh as Selene brutally fucks Carrie watching her orgasm on her cock over and over again. Finally Selene blasts her load into Carrie's womb filling her with a scalding hot load of semen burning into Carrie's womb making her scream in agony even as she orgasms harder then ever in her life passout on the end of Selene's cock.
The solar runner pulls out of the doorway and drives back to the Helios pulling into the 2nd garage getting out as does the large brown body Centaur with Major Marko Diller upper body now muscular witha six pack abs and long brown flowing hair down his back to the tall powerful horse's body which his is attached too. The clip clop of the Centaur as it walks through the hatch of the 2nd vehicle garage, Master Sergeant Phillis Meyers stops in the hallway. What the fuuc? says Phillis As the Centaur steps forward snorting and stamping his feet Marko says Human mare you smell like you need to be breed. Europa steps around Marko the Centaur running her hand along his flank stepping in front of Phillis, blowing her a kiss a pink mist swirling around her face as she breaths it in and her eyes glaze over. Stomping and snorting the Centaur steps closer, Phllis smells the scent of horse and something else the 28 years old white. Platinum blonde woman with her shoulder lenght hair spasms as she orgasms from the delicious smell, moaning softly the 5'5" 115 lbs 36DD cup-16"inch waist-26"inch hip woman sways back and forth in front of the Centaur. Turning Europa whispers to the Marko Centaur be gentle my pet tame the wild little mare. Reaching down taking Phillis's hand the Centaur leads her as she stares up to her to her quarters.
Walking down the hallway the security doors open automatically and close as she passes, she stops in front of 1st Lt Jerome Jackson quarters. The door hisses open and Europa walks in as Jackson geta out of bed looking at Europa he says Kellogg
is that you? Europa blows a kiss the pink mists swirls around his head as he breaths in the mist, Jackson's eyes rolling back glazing over. Taking his hand Europa leads Jackson out of his room down the hallway to the 2nd vehicle garage loading him into a runner. Having heard the voices in the hallway Chief Master Sergeant Wendy Dows looks out seeing Europa leading Jackson down the hallway as she talks to him in her sexy seductive voice. The white 31 years old dressed in shorts and a tank top with bare feet and her long red hair pulled back into a ponytail
Wendy Dows the 5'6" 125 lbs 36C-18-28 figure follows Europa and Jackson down to the 2nd vehicle garage. Stepping in as Europa closes the door locking Jackson in the runner Dows asks What the hell is going on here Oh my god CCM Sergeant Kellogg is that you? Turning Europa walks up to Wendy Dows and blows her a kiss once agin the pink mist envelops Wendy who breaths it in and her eyes glazing over as Europa takes her hand leading her to the runner putting her inside. Leaving the garage the runner drives to the cliffs disappearing into the doorway which closes behind them.
Captain Arthur James the 32 years old 6'2" 195 lbs africa american man with his short salt and peppered hair. Is working on the communication array after the storm hits and the Helios losing power, as the storm rages outside. Lightning slams into the communication array, a jolt of electricity slams into Arthur throwing him across the room knocking him out. While Captain Elizabeth Marsh the 24 year old white woman with her long black haired piled high on her head under her cap works on the generators trying to get power working on the Helios. The 5'5" 130 lbs 44DD-20-38 woman tries to lift a larger panel when the winds slam into the generator housing unit. The building violently jerks sideways the panel falling backwards trapping Elizabeth under the panel. Elizabeth hits her communicator asking for help all she hears is static, the hatch to the generator housing building swings open from the outside. As air begins to escape a huge black figure steps into the doorway, it enormous size forcing it to bend over to enter the hatch swinging shut. As it stands up Elizabeth see's the head and upper body of man 1st Lt Jerome Jackson, he now has horns and pointy ears. His lower body from the belly down is that of a monsterous goat with large powerful legs standing on split hooves of a goat. Standing all the way up he is 7'2" tall and now weighs 345 lbs looking down at Elizabeth he speaks BAAAHHHHH I am Pan tall massive 15"inch long 3.75"inch wide hardening cock rises as he stares at Elizabeth. Reaching down and tossing the panel off of her Pan shreads her clothing and forces Elizabeth to lay over the generator. Elizabeth's scream of GGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH fills the room as Pan's cock rips into Elizabeth's vagina. As the wind howls outside it still cannot block the screams of pain as Pan rapes Elizabeth.
Stepping into the communications array the woman who was known as Chief Master Sergeant Wendy Dows who was a 31 years old white 5'6" 125 lbs 36C cup-18-28. Now stands in the doorway looking very different her long waist lenght bright red hair
is wrapped with gold ribbons she now looks to be about 18 years old and her body has change even more now standing 5'9" tall and weighing 135 lbs her breasts now full firm 48F tits her 18"inch waist and her 36"inch hip sway as she walks toward Captain James the simmering ribbons around her shoulders cover her massive breasts as does the ribboned loin cloth, her high heel sandle click as she walks Captain Arthur James kneeling next to him Wendy bends over kissing Arthur deeply he moans and wakes as she breaks the kiss sitting back up. Arthur looks at the and says Dows is that you? MMMMMM No I am Athena! she blows a kiss a pink mist swirls around Arthur and he falls back his eyes glazing over. He then stands up and follows Athena back to the 2nd vehicle garage the solar runner drives to the Northeast Cliffs disappearing into the side of the cliff the stone doors closing behind the runner.
Major Anna Brinks and 1st Lt Dana Wright stranded in the bridge manage to open the security door enough for Dana Wright to slip through as the door slides shut. Major Brinks saying, See if you can get the power going lieutenant. Dana manages to get to a access tube and opens the panel, crawling through she exites the tube she see's she is close to 2nd Lt Janet Holmes quarters walking up she knocks saying Janet its Dana can you open your door? The door swings open and a massive black furry arm reaches out grabbing the 22 year old 5'10" 130 lbs 34C cup-20-36 lightly skinned black short black haired woman Dana around the neck yanking her into the room as the door slams shut. AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE her scream fills the hallway. As the scream ends another doorway opens further down the hallway and Selene and Carrie walk out going to the 1st vehicle garage, getting into a runner and driving to the Northeast Cliffs disappearing into the side of the cliff the stone doors closing behind the runner. As Selene and Carrie reach the cliffs doorway, Dana Wright laying next to a naked Janet Holmes is being fucked by the
7'foot tall 380 lb Minotaur Asterion his massive long hard 16"inch cock with its massive head 4.5"inches wide slams deep into Dana's womb forcing her to orgasm again and again. As Asterion slam fucks a grunting moaning Dana laying next to her is a masturbating furiously moaning Hurry Asterion I need you inside of mee please!
Major Jeannie Carter and Master Sergeant Sally Young are called by Major Anna Brinks who finally manages to get some of the intercom system working, Major Carter this is Brinks can you hear me? Yes Anna this is Jeannie what the hell is going on we can't get out of the room! We? Yeah I'm here with MS Young we found the door magnetically sealed! Just a minute Jeannie I think! the door clicks open and Jeannie and Sally make their way to the bridge where they manage to open the door. Finding Anna Brinks who is very upset. We've losts coms with most of the crew, power isn't working in most of the ship and we are getting strange reading on the screen and I'm getting no responds from earth! Jeannie says relax Anna, Sally take coms here sit down Anna tell me what is going on where is Colonel Masters? I don't know. says Anna. What about Lt Colonel Andrews? He is missing along with Major Marko Diller, 1st Lt Jerome Jackson, 1st Lt Dana Wright, 2nd Lt Janet Holmes
CCM Sergeant Cindy Kellogg, Chief Master Sergeant Wendy Dows, Master Sergeant Tyrone Williams, Master Sergeant Phillis Meyers, Captain Arthur James and 2nd Lt Carrie Samuals. We need to find out where everyone is at what about tracking locators? Not working Jeannie says Anna. Ma'am I've got movement in the atrium! says Sally.
Sally why don't you go down and see who is there and contact me and Major Brinks! Yes Ma'am sasy Sally as she gets up to go out the door, Anna says to Jeannie anything you want to tell me about Jeannie? Looking over at Anna, Jeannie says You no you're not allowed to ask! Fucking lessie says Anna laughing as Jeannie smiles. Your just jealous Anna! says Jeannie. Well if I was going to go lessie I definitely would do that little slut, both women giggle. Sally is dressed in blue pants and tank top and tennis shoes as are Major Brinks and Carter. Walking into the atrium Sally stops seeing Master Sergeant Phillis Meyers laying across a bench her platinum blonde hair hanging across her face as she lays on her belly the horse body on top of her fucking his huge horse cock into her gushing cunt Major Marko Diller upper body attached to the horse creature moaning in pleasure as Phillis spasms and orgasms again. Major Diller Phillis what what is going on? asks a confused and shocked Sally Young. The Centaur jumps down pulling his huge horse cock out of Phillis body with a PLOP and splashing sounds as semen and her own juices pool underneath Phillis's body. Turning clop clop clop clop HHMMMMM another little fillyreaching out with his hand he cups Sally's face and blows a pink mist Sally's eyes glaze over as the Centaur leads her to the bench next to Phillis.
Athena gets out of the solar runner she had just pulled into the 1st vehicle garage
her long waist lenght bright red hair is wrapped with gold and silver ribbons she looks 18 years old and her body has change even more now standing 5'9" tall and weighing 135 lbs her breasts now full firm 48F tits her 18"inch waist and her 36"inch hip sway as she walks towar walking across to the hatch she turns and whistles the door opens and a brown furry Minotaur steps out of the runner 8"tall and weighing 400 lbs his upper body muscular his lower half muscular, also except the lower half is powerful bull legs with massive hoofs for feet. Cretan come along love says Athena in her sweet seductive voice, the Minotaur who had once been
Captain Arthur James stomps across the garage ducking as he enters the hatch and hallway his horns curve up and back. Athena says Go find a playtoy lover! As she pats his ass as the huge beast walks past her and down the hallway heading toward the bridge. The stomp stomp stomp of hoofed feet echo down the hallway of the Helios Major Jeannie Carter and Major Anna Brinks hear the walking sounds and turn as the massive body of the 8"tall Minotaur squeezes through the door hatch. The security door closing behind him. Both Major's hear the deep chuckling of the Minotaur who then says MMMMMMMM whores to breed and steps forward grabbing Anna and slapping Jeannie knocking her out as she falls. His red eyes stare into Anna's and she goes limp as he tears her top of and then her pants and panties, Anna screams AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE as Cretan enters her roughly and brutally he begins to rape Anna. Her screams are heard down the hallways of the Helios.
Pulling into the 2nd vehicle garage the solar runner pulls to a stop and the door opens and Selene the beautiful 6'4" redhead her hair hanging to the middle of her back, the 195 lbs amazon steps out of the solar runner, her massive breasts 44FF covered by a triangular silver mesh small 20"inch waist with a silver chain hanging around her belly. Her large 40"inch hips covered by a silver mesh skirt slit up both sides covering her hanging 12"inch long 3.25"inches wide limp cock. Her feet covered with a pair of 7"inch open toed sandles with stilettos high heels.
Steps out as the other door opens and what was the 23 years old petite white woman,
with long shoulder lenght brunette haired 5'2" 110 lbs 36-16-28 2nd Lt Carrie Samuals. Now having changed into a gorgeous white platinum blonde hair beauty her hair hanging to her the top of her ass, now 5'5" tall and weighing 115 lbs her figure curvy with her 38DD breasts-16"inch waist an 32"inch hips now a 18 year old woman which is covered by silver beads covering her sex and silver cloth falling to her ankles covering her ass her breast covered with silver beads. She walks in 6"inch high heel sandles. Walking to the hatch leading into the Helios from the vehicle garage Selene turns to the woman who was Carrie samuals saying Come Daphne we have work to do! Walking down the hallways the security doors open and close behind both gorgeous women as they make their way to Colonel Alice Masters quarters. Who has finally opened her door having heard the screams growls grunts and shrieks, scared and confused.
Masters makes it to the Helios's secondary Bridge. Logging on to the system Masters manages to turn the satellite back toward earth and makes a emergency call. Houston this is Helios do you copy? she waits the required minute before hearing Helios this is Houston what is your situation do you copy? says a distant voice. Houston this is Helios this is Colonel Masters we have lost power and coms on board the ship, crew members are missing, I believe something or someone has boarded the ship we require help please over! A minute passes and the radio squawks Helios this is Houston say again over? Houston this is Helios we are in danger someone or something has boarded the ship, Selene steps through the door with of the secondary bridge with Daphne behind her as Alice Masters turn seeing both women she says Houston we need help please no don't! begs Alice as Selene walks forward blowing a kiss the pink mist being breath in by Alice who drops the mic which is still on. Houston hears Come little one time to learn who and what you are Daphne giggles as the mic clicks off. Houston calls Helios over and over, Helios this is houston do you copy? All they hear on earth is static. While the breeding and fucking of the Helios's crew begins.
End part One |
Steven to Sarah
The tapping of keys on the keyboard as the words appear on the screen. Director of Scientific Advancements: Sir it is with great remorse that I must tender my resignation and request to be reassigned to another division, as I cannot in good consciousness continue helping to developing drugs that are addictive and should nolonger be allowed to be use. Peoples lives are being ruined sir, I have no wish to assist this institutes future plans to develope these drugs. Sincerly Steven Murry. A click of a mouse and a printer begins printing out the page Steve had finishes writting, taking the page signing it he folds it putting it into a envelope. Dropping it in his outbox, then placing a CD disk into his briefcase. Steven gets up putting on his coat and picking up his briefcase he grabs his keys and walks out of his office heading to his car.Getting in the elevator Steven pushes the B button, being a man of normal size 5'8" tall 155 lbs thin not very muscular, his blonde hair is long hanging below his shoulders which he keeps in a ponytail during work hours.
As the elevator stops at B floor and the doors open up, Steven steps out and is hit from behind with a electrical shock that knocks him out. Hands grab his arms and legs carrying him to a large black SUV where he is loaded into and the vehicle drives away. Steven wakes up with a smell of ammonia and his eyes burning his head hurting and generally dazed and confused. Another whiff of ammonia and Steven opens his eyes they are blurry at first the they focus so Steven see's two men dressed in black suits sitting in front of him. Steven finds he is strapped to a chair by his arms and wrists and legs and ankles and last a strap around his chest. The dark haired man says Mr.Murry do you know why you are here? No No I don't, what are you doing to me, what's going on? a panicking Steven gasps. Calm down Mr.Murry! says the sandy brown haired man. You have been working for the S.A.T.A this we already know, you sent a E-mail to the FBI accusing your bosses that they are making illegal drugs and formula's. Who are you please why am I tied to this chair? asks Steven with a touch af fear in his voice.
We work for the goverment Mr.Murry, S.A.T.A is a contractor for the United States goverment. Where is the disk at Mr.Murry? asks the sandy haired man. I don't know what you are talking about! says Steven. BUZZING Steve stiffens up as electricity
surges through his body. The shocking stops and the dark haired man asks again. Where is the disk Mr.Murry? Please I don't know I don't underBUZZING Steven stiffens up his eyes widening in pain as he twitches and jerks in the chair. The buzzing stops and Steven starts to cry saying Please stop I'll tell please don't do that any more! Where is the disk Mr.Murry? Its in my briefcase sobs Steven. We looked Mr.Murry it isn't there! says the sandy haired man as he picks up the taser again. NO NO ITS THERE LOOK AGAIN screams Steven in fear. The dark haired man lifts up Steven's briefcase opening it saying there is no disk showing Steven the inside of the briefcase.
The sandy haired man picks up the taser and Steven yells Its in the hidden pocket under the matte in the bottum of the case. Lifting up the matte both goverment men see the disk, smiling they turn to Steven saying You do realizes what is going to happen when those who run S.A.T.A find out you let this disk into the hands of their competition! What what do you mean you said you worked for the goverment. says Steven confused. The dark haired man says The FBI agent who contacted you, the E-mails, even the threats were all part of a plan to force you to help us. Thank you Mr.Murry. You just can't leave me here please they'll kill me or worst sobs Steven. Well there are a few things we need to test, drugs and formula's designed by your employers or! I'll do it please I know what they are capable of doing please. sobs Steven. Both men look at each other and nod to each other, standing up the sandy haired man walks behind Steven who feels a stabbing pain and then blackness.
The smell of ammonia awakens Steven up, he finds he is strapped down to a gurney in a hospital gown. A bald headed white man and a short hair brunette asian nurse are standing next to Steven, the doctor looks down saying I'm Dr.Watts this is Nurse Woo. We will be studing you over the next few months now before we begin. Steven interrupts asking Why am I tied to this thing? Please Mr.Murry any more interruptions and I'll have to silence you! What do you mean silence me I was told I was to help gagging choking as the Nurse Woo shoves a 4"inch long 2.5"inch wide red penis gag into Steven's mouth strapping it behind his head. Now Nurse as I was saying we will need a full mental evaluation before we decide which path to take so I'll let you finish the evaluation while I contact our bosses. The doctor turns walking away.
Nurse Woo turns hooking some wires with clips to his nipples under the hospital gown then attaches two wires to his testicles Steven groaning in pain as both sets of alligator clips snap shut painfully hard. She then says I'm going to take the gag out of your mouth if you say anything before you are told to speak, she presses a button on her clipboard. BUZZING Steven stiffens a straggled muffled scream crying as tears run down his cheeks as the buzzing stops. Nurse Woo take the penis gag out of Steven's mouth he coughs and gasps for air, Nurse Woo says Remember not a word till asked. Ok let's start first question full name: You may answer now! says Nurse Woo. Steven Lee Murry. Age: 22. Height: 5'8" tall. Weight: 155 160 lbs I guess says Steven.
Nurse Woo write down Blonde hair, blue eyes, no tattoos, no major scaring. Seem fit, do you work out? No not really says Steven. Ok lets continue shall we? says Nurse Woo. What is your sexual orientation? Well I what do you mean? asks Steven.
Nurse Woo looks at Steven as says Are you queer or not? Blushing Steven says I'm not queer softly. Laughing Nurse Woo says so when was the last time you were with a woman? What do you mean with a woman? asks Steven. Nurse Woo says softly What a pussy, I mean when did you last sleep with a woman you little pussy? growls Nurse Woo disgusted. Well I never have been with a woman, blushing Steven says I'm still a virgin. You never been with a woman have you ever kissed and woman? asks Nurse Woo. Well Yes I've kissed a girl before! says Steven. Nurse Woo asks Ever kiss a guy? Steven says Once he blushes but it was a accident and I was young. Nurse Woo says Here putting down her clipboard she walks over picking up a syring and sticking it in his arm injects Steven with the clear liquid. This will help you be more exceptable to suggestions and to tell me what I want to know! says Nurse Woo.
A warm feeling overwhelms Steven he feels very relaxed, Nurse Woo asks Tell me have you ever had sex? Yes says Steven. With who? asks Nurse Woo. My Uncle Jeff says Steven. Tell me about Uncle Jeff? says Nurse Woo. Uncle Jeff raised me from the time I was 10 till I was 13 I lived with him while my parents worked overseas. Tell me what happened while you lived with your uncle? asks Nurse Woo. Uncle Jeff climbed into my bed ten days after I moved in and he began to fondle me and finger me. He made me touch his penis and suck his penis says Steven. Nurse Woo interrupts saying Its a cock you little fag! Yes his cock I sucked his cock and he fucked me with his cock Steven almost moans as he speaks. Do you like sucking cock sissyboi? asks Nurse Woo. Steven with his eyes close licks his lips moans mmmmmmm ohh yesss is your uncles cock the only one you ever sucked? asks Nurse Woo. Oh no Uncle had me suck his friends cocks too says Steven and then giggles like a little girl. So you like cocks why haven't you just came out of the closet sissyboi? asks Nurse Woo Steven says My mom and dad don't approve of homosexuals.
Nurse Woo walks over lifting a phone dialing saying Doctor he is ready and he will be a perfect candidate for the drugs. Walking in Dr.Watts looks into Steven's eyes with a light asking What have you given him nurse. 25cc of truth serum doctor says Nurse Woo. Ok lets start with a IV drip and 200cc of formula 741, yes doctor says Nurse Woo who puts a IV in Steven's arm then injects him with the 200cc's of formula 741. Keep him on IV drip sedative and check his vitals every hour, you'll be relieved at midnight. Nurse and doctor both go to work as Steven lays on the gurney in a induced coma. Steven now is being used as a guinea pig over the next month he lays on the table with two IV's in his arms he has a catheter and is living off of supplements. Every day new nurses and four different doctors checking on his progress as new formulas are used some begin working right away some causes problems. Steven is brought out of his coma keeping him heavily sedated Dr.Watts asks him questions he can't remember then a warm feeling and back into the induced coma. One month turns into two then three months into the forth month Steven is brought out of the induced coma.
Dr.Watts and Nurse Woo and others of the team stand around Steven as he slowly wakens, as his eyes open he see's Dr.Watts and Nurse Woo first. Dr.Watts asks how do you feel? Steven says Fine only the voice isn't his it is very feminine and soft. Do you hurt any where? asks Nurse Woo. No whats wrong with my voice? asks a still slightly drugged Steven. A couple of the nurses unlock the the gurney and lift it to a upright position, Steven body feels wrong. Turning the gurney so that there is a large full lenght mirror in front of him, looking into the mirror Steven gasps all he see's is a beautiful blonde woman. 5'6" tall about 135 lbs 44-18-34 with huge 44DD breasts on his or her chest. Full lips pert nose and big doe eyes her long platinum blonde hair falling to the middle of her back. Well what do you think about your new look sissyboi? asks Nurse Woo. Steven starts to cry tears running down his/her cheeks. Why are you crying? asks Nurse Woo. Smiling at the doctors and nurses he gasps saying I'm beautiful it has to be a dream.
Several nurses unstrap Steven helping him/her down off the gurney into a wheelchair taking Steven to a private room with a bathroom. As they leave Steven on the bed the nurses leave closing the door, in the other room the doctors and a few nurses watch as Steven gets up easily going into the bathroom looking in the mirror taking off his/her hospital gown and gasps seeing a perfect vagina. Touching herself as she sits on the toilet playing with her new bare pussy bringing herself to a dozen orgasms. Finally her nipples sore from twisting and her clit tender from rubbing Steven takes a shower then goes to bed falling asleep. Well everyone thats the formula with this we will help those who want to be someone else to make their dreams happen, Steven has helped us to soon make a fortune. Congratulations all of you for your dedication and excellent work.
The next day Steven is awoken by a nurse with clothes bra and panties a simple dress and a pair of flat white shoes. She is lead to Dr.Watts office and is told to sit down which she does crossing her legs lady like. So first thing Steven isn't a name for a sexy woman like yorself what would you like to be called? asks Dr.Watts.
Smiling at the doctor Steven says Sarah I want to be named Sarah! Ok Sarah do you understand what has happened to you? I'm not sure, Doctor what did you do? asks Sarah. Well you know that Cd you removed from S.A.T.A. there were formulas for transforming men to women, it took some work but here you are! A almost fully functional woman. says Dr.Watts. Almost doctor? inquires Sarah. Yes you are a woman in every way except you are sterile and unable to get pregnant Sarah. Also because of the life expectancy of the amount of drugs we have used you will not age as fast as regular people, you might live to be 150 years old we believe. Now near the end of your life you will age very fast within a month once you begin to age you will die. says Dr.Watts.
The corporation will put you into a apartment for the first year all paid for you will also be given a clothing and food allowance. And a small car will be bought for you. You will be given a job here at the laboratory as a secretary and paid a monthly salary. Now here is a credit card and Nurse Janet will take you shopping and drop you off at your apartment when you are done, please buy what ever you want or need. Says Dr.Watts as he gets up saying You may go now Sarah, Nurse Janet is outside waiting for you. Sarah leaves meeting Nurse Janet Mruffy who tells Sarah to just call her Janet who is a tall 5'10" 140 lbs blonde with a pageboy cut and a athletic body with small breasts. Driving to a local mall Janet is the perfect shopping companion as Sarah has never bought for a woman before, Victoria Secrets bras, panties, lingerie, stockings. Next is Macys make-up feminine preoducts skirts blouses dresses. Next a high end shoe store and a couple dozen pairs of high heel shoes, boots and some practical shoes. Janet and Sarah become friends during the all day shopping, helping Sarah to get everything into her apartment. Saying goodbye giving Sarah her phone number saying if she had any questions to call her any time.
Sarah spend the night and next day putting things away, driving and buying groceries and a few odds and ends that she will need at home. Going back to her apartment Sarah gets on her laptop she has been given surfing the web for awhile before getting horny. Looking around Sarah decides to fix her problem gettingin her car driving downtown stopping at a adult book andtoy store. Dressed litl blue thong panties and underwire push-up bra and a lite blue sleeveless dress and 5"inch black high heel pumps. With her hair pulled back into a ponytail Sarah walks in looking for a toy, walking past the clerk Sarah walks back looking at videos then over at the toys picking up a 9"inch long 1.5"inch wide pink vibrator, and a 10"inch long 2"inch wide black rubber dildo. Walking up she pays for her new toys with some cash then asks if she can go into the video booths with her purchases. The clerk says sure but only in the second to last booth on the left, smiling Sarah walks in locking the door putting money in seeing the screen come alive. When she hears a thump and looks to her left seeing a hard 8"inch white cock that is pushed through the hole in the wall.
Reaching up Sarah feels the heat and the teitch as her fingers wrap around the cock bringing her mouth to the cock and sucking it letting it slide over her lips. Jacking the cock and sucking she soon is rewarded with a hot salty blast of cum onto her tongue. She sucks the cock dry before it disappears, another cock appears on the other wall 7"inch long and brown. She licks the tip before deepthroating the cock sucking and stroking it till she receives another tasty treat. A few minutes later another cock appears in one of the holes, Sarah plays with her pussy with her fingers as she orgasms sucking cock after cock till her jaw starts to get sore.
Fixing her dress and wiping off her face fixing her hair and lipstick Sarah slips out of the booth and goes out to her car driving home to her new apartment, were she soon is naked playing with her pussy finding something she wasn't ready for her hymen. Taking the larga black rubber dildo placing it on a chair after lubing it really good and rubbing her pussy lips onto the top Sarah sits down fast, GGAAAAHHH she squeals in pain as she tears her hymen away with only 5"inches of the blaoc rubber dildo inside of her virgin pussy. Sarah works herself down onto the the black fake cock fucking herself through a half a dozen orgasms the head of the dildo lodged in her cervix as she oregasms.
Finally cleaning up and putting her new toys away, Sarah showers and goes to bed. As she sleeps Sarah is unaware that camera's cover every inch of the apartment, her self violation of her virginity caught on camera for all time. Sarah having no knowledge of the cameras sleeps after a long night. The next morning Sarah wakes her pussy hot and wet she orgasms twice before getting out of bed and going to the shower where she orgasms two more times. Washing off and then eatting then dressing to go into town, the maid service telling her they will be in to change sheets and clean the apartment. Thinking it is all part of the apartment contract she leaves not worrying about anything. A crew of people came in adjusting camera's putting extra camera's in and then cleaning up the place.
Sarah is out and about trying to learn more about being a woman, she joins a gym so she can workout, then she goes shopping looking for she knows what not just shopping. Sarah goes back to the adult bookstore. She walks inside dressed in a short grey skirt and white blouse, wearing her white laced panties and bras and 4"inch grey pumps. Another clerk is inside the store she smiles and walks to the second to the last booth to the left. Going inside Sarah locks the door and puts money in watching as the screen come to life, she watches two women having sex with each other for awhile. After half an hour she hears a thump and see's a large 8"inch brown cock poking through the hole in the wall, wrapping her fingers around it Sarah lets the soft hard head slide between her lips and starts stroking and sucking the cock till it sprays a tangy salty semen into her mouth which she swallows. For the next four hours Sarah sucks cock after cock that are pushed through the holes in the walls, before cleaning up and going home.
Once home she eats a lite salad and showers then dresses for bed feeling very tired once asleep, Dr.Watts and several other nurses and doctors walk into the apartment hooking a machine to Sarah's head and using it to download what she is seeing and doing during the day, then uploading commands that tells the chip in Sarah's head to send data through the internet to their laboratory. They all leave with Sarah never knowing anyone has been in the apartment. As she sleeps Sarah is given a command from the laboratory to remember her or actually Steven's memories when he was with his Uncle Jeff. Sarah dreams of Steven moving in with Uncle Jeff, his first night his Uncle forced him to suck his cock. Sarah remembers Uncle Jeff's words a couple nights before he had crawled into bed with him. I saw you looking at the animals fucking today, Steven getting to see two dogs fucking and two goats fucking, but had stared for a long time at the horses cock which hung from his sheath not hard just dangling. Uncle Jeff's cock in his throat Steven gagging and choking being told to learn how to suck cock properly.
Sarah's dreams of Steven's time with his uncle show his first time his Uncles large 9"inch cock filled his asshole for the first time. Sarah remembers the pain of Steven's first fuck, and his Uncle slowly turning him into a sissyboi. By the age of eleven Steven could deepthroat a cock easily, his Uncles friends had begun usingSteven's mouth and ass all the time. When he was twelve Steven even had sex with other boys that his Uncle and his friends brought over, all of them but one are little sissyboi's like Steven. The one is his Uncles friend Earl's son Gary, Gary was mean he roughly fucked Steven and even forced Steven to fuck and suck Gary's dog a large redbone hound named Cooter. After the hound fucking Steven his Uncle had took him to the doctor where he got two stitches in his analring as the dogs knot had torn him open. within the next three months after healing Steven was forced to be filmed with dogs and men being gangbanged and sucking cocks till being in bukkake sceens.
Waking Sarah yawns and stretches feeling like she had gotten a wonderfull rest. For the rest of the day Sarah rests eatting breakfast and then lounging around walking out to the pool sunbathing and just relaxing. Soon she is getting restless as she looks at the clock seeing it is almost 9:30pm at night on Friday, Sarah decides to go out dressing in green G-sting panties and green laced bra. Black micro mini skirt and a tight bright pink half top with half sleeves and hem of the top above her belly button. Pink 6"inch open peep toed high heels with ankle strap. Going out and driving to a club she had past in the last couple of days, parking and going inside Sarah soon is having a drink and dancing with men and women, as the night gets later Sarah is getting hornier and hornier. Finally deciding on going home with two good looking latino studs, once at her place the two men take Sarah roughly she moans squeals crys out and begs for more. They stuff her mouth with their 8"inch thick cocks she gags and sucks then Sarah soon has two cocks in her holes she is double penetrated by both men over and over again. They fuck her pumping three loads each into her before dressing and leaving the apartment, Sarah laying on her back legs spread and leaking semen.
Sarah showers and goes to bed dreaming of cocks and cum, moaning in her sleep as she orgasms from her dreams. Back at the lab Sarah's dreams are recorded as well as her fuck session with the two latino men. While Sarah dreams the scientists and doctors upload sexual situations to excite and arrouse Sarah. She wakes up in the morning showering and dressing in a black micro mini dress and wearing black thing panties no bra and 6.5"inch black peep toed pumps with a 1.5"inch platform, her mind filled with images of sex. She moans just sitting at the table eatting toast. Sarah gets in her car and drives to the bad side of town, there she finds a small club open early and goes in to order a drink. Inside she sits at the end of the bra drinking a glass of wine looking around at the six blackmen in the bra who are all staring at her. Sarah smile at them a large 6'8" tall 280lb muscular blackman walks up saying, What a white whore like you doing i a place like this? Sarah giggles and says Looking for fun baby. The blackhand reaches up grabbing her platinum blonde hair yanking her off the stool and dragging her into a backroom where a large dirty mattress lays.
Tossing Sarah onto the mattress he begins sliding his sweat pants down as three more blackmen walk into the room Sarah excited and scared. Gasps aloud Oh my god that thing is fucking huge! As the mans cock comes into view, he says Yeah white cunt your gonna get some fun your gonna get fucked. Sarah's eyes widen in fear as the other pull out their cocks Oh god No I can't their to big. In the bar several more black men walk in after seeing Sarah walk in, from the back comes a muffled scream as Sarah's gangrape begins. Sarah is pinned between three blackmen one in her asshole another in her cunt a thurd stuffed down her throat, Sarah's moan and squeals in pain and pleasure. After a hour and a half a exhausted cum filled and covered Sarah is given a glass of water, she sobs No Please as the new blackmen pounce on her with their huge long black thick veiny cocks. Fucking her holes hard and long when one cums another take his place. Through the day Sarah is fucked man after man taking her hard and roughly. The bars internet allows the chip to download the images of Sarah's rape.
Over the next six days Sarah is fucked dozens of time a day, at night she is forced to work on the street as a prostitute. She is forced to suck cocks for five dollars at a time, the huge blackman Tyson that had first raped her in the bar. Now uses her as a whore pimping Sarah out. After then seventh day a group of ex-military mercenaries break into Tyson's apartment killing the huge blackman they tranqulize and grab Sarah and take her back to the laboratory where she is placed on a gurney and sedated. Dr.Watts and Nurse Woo check the stripped the unconscious Sarah, finding she has had her belly button pierced. And a tattoo above her cunt that says blackcocks only with a ace of spades above the letters. Sarah's vagina and asshole are premanently gaping open after having been fucked by over three hundred black cocks over the six days. Special injections into Sarah's rectum muscles and her vaginal muscles and her cervix which causes them to shrink and tighten, making her even tighter then before when she was a virgin.
Sarah's memories are downloaded and then placed into a computer, then memories are uploaded to Sarah. After she has healed Sarah is taken to her apartment and placed in her new kingsize four post bed. Sarah wakes up naked in bed rolling over and finding a very live and naked Janet next to her, who is awake and kisses Sarah on the nose saying Hello sleepy head rough night lover? asks Janet. Sarah remembers a night of making love to Janet. Both get up and make breakfast together, after eatting both women go back to bed kissing and fondling each other. Janet puts on a strap-on that is 10"inch long 2"inch wide red dildo. Sarah gaps in pain and pleasure as Janet enters her pussy for what is really the first time, basically taking her virginity again. All day long both women take turns fucking each other, they cuddle they kiss and whisper endearments. Eatting dinner and talking making love again then falling asleep again. Both women minds are downloaded and then each one is given new images of what they should do for the next day.
In the morning Sarah wakes and finds Janet gone she showers dresses in a yellow print summer dress with a pair of 4"inch wedge sandles. Walking into the kitchen Sarah finds a note from Janet saying to stay at home, she will be home after work with a surprise. Loves and kisses Janet. Sarah is happy and spends time cleaning the house making the bed and just spending time waiting for Janet to come home. When the doorbell rings and Sarah answers it finding she has a letter and a package from Janet. Opening the letter Sarah reads she is to put the clothes in the box on and wait for her before opening the second part of the box. Opening the box marked #1 Sarah finds a school girl costume with red plaid pleated mini skirt, and a crop bolero jacket with sexy collar front tie detail and short sleeves. Red plaid triangle cup bra top with back ties and matching triangle cup red plaid G-string, white stockings and red 6.5"inch high heeled sandles with ankle strap. once dressed Sarah waits for Janet to come home.
When the door opens Janet steps in wearing a full lenght black leather skirt slit up to her thigh on one side. A black leather corset bra full arm lenght black gloves and thigh high black leather 6"inch high heel boots. In her hand Janet carries a black strap whip with twenty-two 0.5 inch straps 24"inches long, the handle a black leather 12"inch long 2.5"inch wide cockhandle. Sarah jumps up twirling around saying Do you like tha way a look Janet? Janet walks up to Sarah
SLAP slapping her across the face saying Mistress you will address me as Mistress! Sarah's hand touches her face in shock with the red handprint. Janet What? SLAP to the other cheek Mistress Bitch you will address me as Mistress! says Janet angrily.
Sarah a big tear running down her cheek from shock and pain of the slaps says I'm sorry Mistress. Janet reaches out Sarah jerks back as Janet tenderly touches the red handprint on Sarah's face saying It Ok Toy if you are a good girl you will be treated nice, if you are bad I will punish you! explains Janet.
Janet says Toy open the other box now. Sarah confused opens the box and Janet pulls out a pink 2"inch wide leather collar with three D-rings and a small silver pendant with the word Toy etched into it. Janet puts it on Sarah's neck then locking it in place with a small silver lock, then taking out a set of pink leather wrist restaints and pink ankle restraints. Janet puts them on Sarah then hooking a chain from between the wrists she drags Sarah into the bedrooom. Wrapping the chain around one of the footboard posts then taking a red ballgag out of the boxes Janet forces it between Sarah's teeth strapping it behind her head. Janet says Now Toy you need to learn what happens to bad girls first, Janet places a pink blindfold on Sarah. Unable to see and speak, Sarah hears the swishing sound then the CRACK feeling the leather straps slashing across the back of her thighs, aaaaiiiiiiieeee
screams Sarah muffled by the ballgag. Swish swish swish CRACK scream CRACK sobbing CRACK another muffled scream, Janet grab Sarah by the hair whispering I'm going to take the chain off Toy. Take off your clothes except for your stockings and shoes then kneel before me, taking off the chain Sarah strips quickly afraid she might get whipped again.
Janet grabs Sarah's left wrist attaching it to the left foot post then the right wrist to the right foot post. Now secured standing slightly bent over Janet standing so Sarah can see watches Janet unhook her belt letting her full lenght leather skirt to fall to the floor. Sarah's eyes widen in surprice then fear as Janet is wearing a strap-on dildo, a black 14"inches long 3.5"inch wide rubber cock. Do you like my cock Toy mmmmmmmm it likes you, Janet picks up a bottle of lube spreading it over and into Sarah's pussy. She moans as Janet fingers and lubes her pussy, then using the lube Janet spreads the thick gel over the massive toy. I'm going to fuck your slutty cunt now Toy it is Ok to scream! says Janet lining the tip of the dildo with Sarah's pussy lips. Sarah feels the pressure of the large objent forcing Sarah's pussy lips to stretch then the tip POPs into Sarah's vaginal canal causing Sarah eyes to bulge as she screamed into the gag ggggggggaaaahhhhhhh
Janet waste no time forcing more of the dildo into Sarah's twat stretching her wider and deeper. Hard against her cervix Sarah shaking her head no as Janet says Now I'm going to fuck you slut! With all her strenght Janet rams forward driving
the head of the dildo punching through her cervix.
Fucking the entire lenght of the black rubber cock in and out of Sarah's cunt, slapping her ass with each thrust. Squishy slapping sounds as Sarah and Janet grunt and moan as their bodies meet, Sarah's spasming as she orgasms on Janet's fake dick. Janet fucks Sarah hard through a dozen orgasm before pulling out letting Sarah hang from her wrists not quit on her knees. Janet then takes the whip swish CRACK ggggggggaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh sobs Sarah swish CRACK ggggggaaaaaaahhhhhh swish CRACK eeeeeeeeeee Sarah cums hard from the whips sting. Janet then unhooks Sarah's wrist and lays her on the bed entering her with the huge strap-on fucking Sarah through a few more orgasms. Taking off the strap-on and Sarah's wrists and ankle restraints, both women take their time making love to each other kissing and holding each other till both fall asleep.
A crew from the lab enter the apartment after both women are asleep, Janet is sedated and removed and so is Sarah both being taken to the laboratory. In the lab Janet's mind is wiped clean of her time with Sarah and she is then injected with a formmula. Sarah is taken and then given some new drugs, she lays sedated in a state of coma. For the next four days both women are observed as the drugs begin to work on them. Janet's hair turns firey red and grows to shoulder lenght, her breast enlarge to a 44EE her atletic figure turns into a 44EE-18-38 full figure shemale goddess with a 13"inch long 3.5"inch thick cock. Sarah has a reaction to the formula her body changes her long platinum blonde hair turns to a brunette with shoulder lenght hair her breast shrink to a C cup breast and she grows a small 5"inch penis. Sarah is now a shemale Dr.Watts orders a uploaded program and Sarah is now being called Domino Kitty, she is placed into a different apartment in a part of town that leans towards those who are gay, lesbian or transexuals. Janet is now being called Eva Dubai and is in a apartment across the hall from Domino.
Domino wakes getting up showers and then eats a lite breakfast, then she fixes her hair and dresses in a blue demin short skirt and a green tight short sleeve top white laced ankle socks and 5"inch brown wedge sandles. Walking out and across the street to a adult bookstore walking in saying in a very feminine voice Hi Sandy I'm ready to work to one of two clerks behind the counter. The man Sandy hands Domino a bag saying you need to empty the cash boxes! Ok Sandy. says Domino walking back to the video booths. She takes the keys in the bag and enters each unoccupied booth opening the cash box removing the cash then locking up the box, after emptying twenty five of the thirty booths Domino is confronted by Jerry the other clerk who takes the bag from Domino handing her a empty bag. As Domino turns to go Jerry grabs Domino by the hair yanking and dragging her into the backroom, Domino struggles she yells Let me go! SLAP SLAP shut the fuck up bitch you sissy little fag. Jerry shoves her onto a cot saying If You want to keep this job its time to earn your keep! As Jerry unzips his pants fishing out his 8"inch thick cock saying Come here bitch suck it like a good sissy bitch does!
Domino gets down on her knees grabbing Jerry's cock and sliding the lenght into her mouth, Jerry's hands on the back of her head thrusting listening to Domino gag and slupping on Jerry's cock. Who fully hardened pulls out saying on your knees bitch, Domino knees on the cot. Jerry lifts Domino's skirt pulls her thong to the side spitting on his hand rubbing it on the head of his cock. Presses slowly Domino tries to relax and yelps when the head of Jerry's cock POPS through her anal ring, holding her hips Jerry fucks Domino hard and fast pounding away at her asshole. Domino saying OOHHH yes Jerry give me your big cock baby. You fucking bitch like being fucked don't ya groans Jerry as he shoots into Domino's ass causing Domino to orgasm into her thong. Pulling out Jerry puts his cock away smiling down at Domino saying You really are just a nasty slut aren't you? Smiling Domino says Thank you Jerry that was fun I'll finish getting the cash now as she adjust her thong and skirt leaving the room. The next three hours she finishes removing the money from the few booths left, she then stocked shelves and put new tapes into the video machines. She works the counter for a hour while Jerry and Sandy have lunch.
After work Domino blows kisses and says goodbye as she leaves the bookstore and walks down the block to a local dinner, walking in waving and smiling saying Hi Eva. Janet now Eva Dubai waves back saying Hi sweet girl have a seat. Domino walks over giving Eva a big kiss and sitting down asking What have you been doing Eva? Oh I've been applying for film roles, I got a couple of job offers one requires I have a co-star someone who is willing to do extreme sexual acts! says Eva. Domino smiles saying Come on Eva I hate working at the bookstore Jerry is a pig and Sandy is a puff. I want to be with someone who knows how to make a girl feel special, Please Eva please. Begs Domino. Ok I got two jobs one is a full lenght that will need a second star and then I have been offered a extreme full lenght film that I don't have all the details yet but I'm sure they will need extras. says Eva. Picking up her cell phone she dials and asks To speak with Director Martin yes I'll hold! Hi Martin Eva yeah Oh yes I already signed the contracts for Shemales vs Sissies. Oh yes I even have a beautiful co-star you will just love. Yes she is willing to do almost anything! Uh huh yes Oh I think she would be willing to do that she is quit the little whore, Ok thank you Martin we will see you tomorrow bye! Hanging up the phone Eva looks at Domino saying Martin says you got the job.
As Domino and Eva sleep the crew walk into their apartments and download new instructions to both of them. The next day both shemales get up Domino dresses in denim shorts and a white tank top and flip flops Eva is dressed in a red dress with red high heel shoes. They get in Eva's car and drive to the studios outside of town. Here the Director Martin films Eva fucking Domino both shemales are nakes on a bed Domino stroking and licking Eva's massive 13"inch veiny silky smooth cock, Domino deepthroats Eva's cock choking and gagging on the huge peice of meat almost in her stomach. Rolling Domino to her hands and knees Eva brutally forces her cock into Domino's asshole, she screams GGGGGGAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH panting and gasping for breath grunting and groaning turns to moans and plea's of fuck me harder Eva. I love your cock, fuck this slut more more she squeals as Eva'pulls out blasting a huge load of semen over Domino's face. Who licks and swallows Eva's cum smiling for the camera. Both shemales will be filmed being gangbanged by two dozen studs Eva fucking a few sissyboi's, Domino taking two cocks in her stretched ass while sucking two more, after three hours of fucking and both shemales cumming four or five times the Director Martin yells cut. The other co-stars of the film leave Eva and Domino to clean up and wait for the next filming session.
Martin tells Eva and Domino to drive to this address and see Martin's brother Mick who is filming the next film, after showering and fucking around with each other in the shower which they don't know is all caught on film. Both sexy shemales dress in the cowgirl outfits Martin has laid out for them both wearing red plaid long sleeve shirts tied into a bow under their breasts exposing their belly's. Both also wear black thongs and daisy duke shorts and 6"inch high heel cowboy boots. Both shemales get into Eva's car driving to the new address a farm outside of town, once there the two meet Mick Martin's brother. Both shemales follow Mick into the house he offers both something to drink as he explains this is going to be a farm film, both shemales drinking their drinks feel relaxed then tired. Glasses fall from their hands and they passout.
Soon both shemales wake up naked except for their high heel boots, gagged with redball gags bent over gymnastic padded pummel horses. There legs stretched wide and shackled to the pummel horses legs, their arms stretched wide and above their heads. Each shemale's cock is in a milking tube of a milking machine as is each breast of both shemales. Mick is filming as both Eva then Domino wake up, first Mick places a dildo machine behind each shemale putting large 14"inch long 3.5"inch wide white rubber dildos on each machine. Both Eva's and Domino's eyes bulge in pain as Mick turns on both machines starting slowly then the dildos drive deeper and faster soon both shemales are taking all 14"inches and are being pumped with full fast strokes. After filming the two beautiful shemales for awhile watching each produce several loads of cum and a pint each of breast milk. Mick then removes both dildos from the asshole of each shemale saying, ladies we now are going for the main part of our film. Two large quarter horse stallions are brought in to the stage.
Mick says Eva, Domino say Hello to your co-stars Star and Chance, they both love beauty. As both horses are brought behind Eva and Domino who eyes are wide in fear, Star and Chance jump up putting their front legs over the bar above their heads. Eva's co-stars cock finds her fuck hole first lunging forward driving 10"inches of his 4.5"inch thick cock into her bowels. Domino feels Chance's cock rip into her asshole driving 11"inches of his 4.25"inch thick cock into her, both shemales screams are muffled be the gags as tear run down their cheeks. Star lunges again driving another 12"inches into Eva's ass, while Chance lunges driving another 13"inches into Domino's bowels. Star starts fucking Eva with long strokes of his 28"inch cock driving 22"inches with each thrust. Chance begins fucking Domino with his 27"inch cock fucking Domino with 24"inches of his cock with long hard strokes.
Both horses fuck Domino and Eva till they passout both horses snorting and whinnying blasting over a half galon of cum in each shemales bowels. Pulling out jumping down as a torrent of horse semen sprays out of each gaping asshole of the unconscious Eva and Domino.
While they are unconscious both are given sedatives and removed to the laboratory
where Domino is injected with a new series of formula, as well as Eva. As the hours roll by Eva begins changing first, her huge cock shrinking and disappearing, her breast becoming smaller and firmer. Her long red hair turning back to brunette back into her pageboy cut soon the original Janet Mruffy is laying on the gurney. She is taken out of the lab to a private room. Domino soon begins to change her cock disappearing and a prefect vagina appears, her breast swell to a magnificent 48DDD firm full breasts with awide hips and a tiny waist. Her hair lenghtens soon below her asscheeks turning a bright silvery red, her full lips plump and full. Her skin deeply tanned all tattoos and scars disappearing. Sarah now stands 5'7"inches tall weighing 140 Lbs with her 48DDD breasts-16"inch waist and full 38inch hips, Sarah now resembles a Barbie Doll. A series of injections in Sarah's throat asshole and vagina, followed by three implants. Dr.Watts and a couple of his co-workers download information from Sarah and then upload her new programming.
Dr.Watts has the crew move Sarah to a house on the edge of the city, a large mansion she is placed in a kingsize bed with four posts and a canopy. She lays there naked sleeping peacefully. All camera's and recording devices have been removed from all the apartments and none have ever been installed in the mansion.
Sarah wakes getting up putting on a long see through pink pastle robe and slips on a pair of pink 6"inch high heeled slippers. Walking out into the living room she stops seeing Dr.Watts sitting in a lounge chair dressed in black slippers dark pajama pants and a red smoking jacket. Hello Sarah welcome home! Sarah smiles saying Hello Master walking up to Dr.Watts. Sarah call me James when we are here at home unless I say differently OK! Yes Master I mean James. Sarah blushes again because of the way James is looking at her. Sarah kneel says James, Yes James says Sarah kneeling in front of him. Now Sarah you are going to live here with me from now on, he opens his jacket and slides his pajama bottums down saying Sarah it's time to suck my cock! Licking her lips Sarah crawls forward between James legs. She stops and stares seeing James cock for the first time, OH MY GOD YOUR ENORMOUS gasps Sarah. James limp cock dangles 13"inches soft not even hard yet.
Sarah lifts the heavy limp cock of James and slides the extremely wide cockhead betweens her lips. James places his hand on the back of Sarah's head saying That's it good girl suck Daddy's cock really good. Sarah feels James cock beginning to swell and thicken, the lenght of his cock growing longer as Sarah still manages to get the massive purplish cock head into her throat. Sarah slowly sucks and slide the cock further down her throat till her lips touches James groin. Sarah sucks and gags chokes alittle slurping and sucking James grabs her hair pulling Sarah off his fully harden cock now 15"inches long and 3.75"inches thick. Fuck thats a big dick says Sarah coughing. A little something I added from the lab now its time to fuck says James, mmmmmmmmm Yes Daddy fuck me hard says Sarah. Oh I will Slut turn around get on your hands and knees Sarah, James gets between Sarah thighs and pushes his giant cock into Sarah's pussy. She gasps in pain at first then discomfort soon she is panting as James pounds away at Sarah's cunt, beggin him to fuck her harder moaning and orgasming on James huge cock till he slams deep spraying his sperm into Sarah's spasming cunt filling her with his cream.
Pulling out James sits back in his chair as Sarah pants and shivers as she is finishing her orgasm, looking back James says Slut you need to make sure my boys are taken care of then Daddy will fuck you hard again. James whistles and the running of clawed feet as three huge Bull Mastiffs run into the room. Sarah's eyes widen in surprise as James says This is Ax, Rex, and Damon. Sarah see's the size of their sheaths and balls saying Oh my god Daddy really? Oh yes Bitch from now on your my slave you will fuck who I want when I want. James sit there watching as the three huge dogs thick red cocks begin to slide from their sheaths. Sarah looks at James who says Now you know what you really are a slut. Yes Daddy says Sarah smiling as the three dogs circle her sniffing smelling their new bitch. Yes Sarah Daddy has plans for you once you finish in the house with our cocks you can start work outside on the other cocks that are here. Stroking Rex's cock while Ax licks her pussy Sarah says Oh thank you Daddy. Sarah is home!
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Helios part two
The Chief of Nasa operations Max Ungers sits in the oval office talking with President Collens, Sir we haven't received any more messages from the Helios since Colonel Masters final call for help. We have been able to see that the crew or someone numbering sixteen are on the ship and are alive as we can tell they are moving around. We did get one image before all camera's on the Helios went dark, turning he opens his briefcase and hands a photo of the right side of a horned bulls head right before the camera's stopped working. So tell me Director (Sid) Ungers what is it I'm looking at? We don't know Sir there was nothing on the Helios that even resembles that thing, so it can't be a prank! And I doubt the crew would do something like that to begin with Sir.
What is it you want to do then Director? asks the president. We were planning on sending two other ships to Mars the second one the Helenus blasted off three days before the Helios landed it has a crew of five most of the ship is carrying supplies. Plus it also has a landing vehicle for the crew to fly back and forth to the space station in orbit around Mars! says Director Ungers. So you have a ship on it's way how long before it gets to Mars? asks the president. Appoximately 4 months Sir What we are asking is to send the Prometheus to Mars with a full crew and with extra medical personel in case it is a virus or something like that? asks Ungers. The President turns and looks at Ungers, Do you think the that this is the best way to go? Yes Sir the Prometheus is twice as large as the Helios and carries three times more crew, we want to change a few personel with more experiance fighting skills. The president turns saying Why military personel? Maybe we are up against something or someone we don't know about! says Unger. I give you a Go on Prometheus god bless them. Thank you Mr.President says Ungers as he turns to go leaving the whitehouse for Houston.
While on the Helenus the five person crew consists of:
Major Polly Lawrence a white brunette with shoulder lenght hair 29 years old 5'8" tall 130 lbs 38C cup-20"waist-28"hips. Pilot and Commander of the Helenus.
Major Howard Smith a white bald headed 31 year old 6'2" tall 185 lbs pilot.
Captain Cynthia Queens a white golden blonde haired with a pageboy cut 25 years old 5'6" tall 125 lbs 36B cup-18"waist-30"hips. Doctor and navigator.
Captain Edward Hutchenson a white black short crewcut haired 26 year old 6'5" tall 240 muscular co-pilot.
Captain Jamie Lee a asian Black haired that reaches to her shoulders pulled up under her hat,the 24 year old 5'2" tall 105 lbs 32C cup- 16"waist-29"hips, Co-pilot and load specialist.
The Helenus is a transport ship designed to land and takeoff again from Mars the 450' foot long spaceship is 68' foot wide, the first forty feet of the ship is the bridge and living quarters while the next 350' feet is the storage and cargo holds. The final 60'feet is engines and power housings. As the ship slowly travels through the darkness of space, a radio message breaks the silence Helenus this is Houston do you copy? Jamie Lee sitting at the controls answers the call Houston this is Helenus go ahead over! Helenus stand by for Cap Com one. Helenus this is MacGyver
we have a problem on Mars! What seems to be the problem? asks Jamie calling back into the living quarters Major Polly and Smith get up here. Polly and Howard reaches the bridge Polly asks What up Jamie? Houston go ahead Major Lawrence and Smith are here! Helenus this is MacGyver we have received word from Helios something or someone may have taken control of the ship! Now I want you to keep in touch if anything changes I'll let you know but as of right now your supply drop might be a rescue operation, wait for further orders Houston out.
For the next four months no more information reaches either Houston or the Helenus. Reaching Mars the Helenus goes into orbit around the planet, Major Polly Lawrence calls Houston this is Helenus do you have orders for us at this time? Helenus this is MacGyver your orders are to make planet fall and to explore the Helios and send back intell, its been decided that Major Smith and Captain Queens are to take the lander and board the space station. You will take enough supplies to last till the
Prometheus arrives in another three months, they'll pick you up when before they land on the planets surface. MacGyver out. Well says Smith turning to Cynthia looks like its me and you babe, that's Captain Howie everyone starts laughing as Polly says Ok lets load the lander and get ready to dock with the space station and offload our crewm members. Four hours later the Helenus docks with the 400' foot orbital station Atlas, Captain Cynthia Queens enters the bridge on the Atlas and begins turning on the necessary systems finding everything working fine. The supplies enough to last five people for five months are loaded onto the Atlas which already has supplies in the storage rooms. Last the Helenus uncouples from the Atlas and begins making its decent to the planets surface, Major Howard Smith launches the lander and docks with the Atlas. Where he and Cynthia will monitor the situation.
Two hours later the Helenus lands its massive 450'foot bulk onto the planets surface less then 300'feet from the Helios, The storm still blows but visabilty has improved allowing for the landing. Major Lawrence pilots as Captain Lee helps by being the co-pilot, Captain Hutchenson navigates giving out speed height and direction till the huge landing legs of the Helenus touches the ground. Powering down the engines and securing the ship firing pitons into the ground. Polly turns and says Hutch can you check on the suits and get ready to go chech out the Helios,
Jamie go with him I'll stay here till you reach the Helios! Helenus to Atlas do you copy? Hi boss hows it going? asks Cynthia. Where's Howie? asks Polly. Oh you know playing with his toys! says Cynthia. I'm here Polly just checking the stability system and engines everything is in perfect order and working 100%. Ok I'm sending Hutch and Jamie over to the Helios will keep in contact next transmission in one hour Lawrence out. Ok let's go team says Polly as Hutch and Jamie leave to suited up. Polly this is Hutch we are leaving the airlock now! Ok call me when you get to Helios!
Fifteen minutes later Jamie calls saying Boss we are at the Helios we just entered the airlock. Ok keep in touch says Polly. Jamie and Hutch step into the Helios and look around seeing vines growing on the walls of the hallway sweet smells of flowers drift on a gentle breeze. Hutch says We are at the pod#2 so this way is the bridge pointing to pod #1 as they start walking they hear music Jamie say do you hear that? Yeah you go to the bridge I'll check out the music! says Hutch. He turns walking toward the Atrium, as Jamie walks to the bridge where she finds no one all the power is working all systems in the green. Calling the Helenus Jamie says Major Lawrence this is Captain Lee over. This is Helenus what's going on Jamie? Hutch is checking out sounds of music and there are vines and plants growing all over the ships walls and hallways. What is the Helios system situation? asks Polly. Well Ma'am everything is working in the green we just have no contact with anyone from the crew Polly! Maybe you and hutch should get back here do you copy Jamie? asks Polly. Yes Ma'am I'll get Hutch and return to the Helenus Lee out! Turning to walk out the door as she calls for Hutch saying Hutch Jamie stops in her tracks a huge
7'2" tall and weighing 345 lbs satyr is looking down at Jamie speaks BAAAHHHHH I am Pan his massive 15"inch long 3.75"inch cock starts to harden as he reaches for Jamie who screams NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. The security doors to the bridge close as Jamie starts screaming in terror.
Hutch make his way to the Atrium finding a virtual forest, stepping from between some small trees. The white 35 years old Colonel Alice Masters who had been 5'8" 140 lbs 42D cup-20-36 giggles running across hiding behind another tree. Now has long white hair hanging almost to her waist, her skin tanned she now stands 4'10" tall weighing 95 lbs with her firm 39DD breasts 15"waist and 23" hips. She peaks around the tree Hutch see's she had long pointy ears as she giggles and runs away her breast and loins covered with large fig leafs. Hutch yells Alice wait following her further into the Atruim, when a gorgeous white platinum blonde hair beauty her hair hanging to her the top of her ass, standing 5'5" tall and weighing 115 lbs her figure curvy with her 38DD breasts-16"inch waist an 32"inch hips which is covered by silver beads covering her sex and silver cloth falling to her ankles covering her ass her breast covered with silver beads. She stands in 6"inch high heel sandles. Hello who are you? purrs Daphne. Carrie is that you? What has happened here? asks Hutch confused with what he is seeing. As he looks to the left seeing
a changed Master Sergeant Phillis Meyers and 1st Lt Dana Wright, naked stroking and sharing sucking the cock of a Centaur that looks like Major Marko Diller upper body on the horses body. My god what is happening Carrie? Hutch almost yells as Daphne blows a kiss and the pink mists is envelop by Hutch who breaths it in his eyes glazing over. Daphne taking his hands saying Come along lover Selene will want to meet you, as she leads him into further into the Atrium.
Polly calls Jamie Hutch do you copy? Can you hear me over? Captain Lee answer me says Polly. Hutch can you respond if you can't click your mic! commands Polly. She keeps calling for the next half an hour. Finally Cynthia from and Atlas calls Major what the hell is going on we've heard you calling for the last forty minutes?
Polly waits listening for hours calling Atlas every hour checking in with Cynthia or Howard. The next two weeks go by with no word from the Helios, Polly has ordered Howard and Cynthia to stay in orbit untill she decides if it is safe to drop to the surface. Polly walks into the bridge after waking calling the Atlas, Hello Atlas this is Helenus what are you having for breakfast? Hi Polly Howie is fixing me french toast this morning! says Cynthia. Wish I was up there I like french toast, Polly turns seeing What was Captain Jamie Lee 24 year old now looking about 15 years old. The long black hair asian beauty who was 5'2" tall 105 lbs 32C cup- 16"waist-29"hips, now has white hair with purple streaks through it hanging to her knees now standing 4'11" and 90 lbs with large 36D cup breasts-14"waist-26"inch hips wearing green vines laced with gold wrapped around her chest and groin areas flat golden sandles on her feet. My god Jamie is that you? asks Polly in shock still holding the mic with the button pressed transmitting. No I am Luna she steps forward mother wishes you to come with me! Who is your mother? asks Polly. Why Europa of course! she then blows a kiss and Polly stiffens as the pink mist blows into her face breathing it in and dropping the mic while her eyes glaze over. Luna leading her out of the bridge.
Cynthia looks at Howard who had walked onto the bridge during the conversation with Polly hearing the voice of Luna. Cynthia calls Helenus this is Atlas respond? Please respond Polly what the hell is happening? asks Cynthia. Both her and Howard for the next three hours tries to contact the Helenus or Polly or anyone on the planet. Finally Howard says Fuck it picking up the mic Atlas calling Prometheus over! Atlas calling Prometheus do you copy please respond? A voice answers this is the Prometheus Captain Ann Livingston here how may I assist you Atlas? We have lost contact with the planet and Helenus do you copy? Another voice answers Helenus this is Colonel Debra Dolittle what is your statis? Ma'am this is Major Howard Smith we have lost comms with the planet and with the Helenus, something is going on I'm just not sure what please advise over? Major I want you to sit there stay on the Atlas do not I repeat do not go down to the surface for any reason! Prometheus has fired her engines we will be in orbit in 6 weeks do you copy? Yes Ma'am 6 weeks we'll keep the light on for you will advise if anything changes Atlas Out! Ok Cynthia we are going to sit here till Prometheus arrives, Cynthia looking at Howard says I want my french toast! Yeah and what am I getting? Cynthia stands up and takes off her flight suit standing in her pink panties and bra the 25 years old
Cynthia Queens looks younger. She shake out her white golden blonde haired with the pageboy cut, turning sideways showing her 5'6" tall 125 lbs 36B cup-18"waist-30"hips figure. She says Oh I don't know what could I possiblely give you? Howard smiles saying I can think of a few things. I want french toast! says Cynthia. Well I make french toast but I need to be paid first. says Howard as Cynthia turns walking towards her bedroom dropping her bra saying Hurry Howie I'm hungry!
The Prometheus 25 crew members:
Colonel Debra Dolittle 36 years old short blonde hair 5'10" 155 lbs 34 C cup-22"waist-30"hips Commanding officer of the Prometheus
Lt Colonel Sharon Gallager 32 years old long brunette hair 5'7" 140 lbs 36C cup-20"waist-29"hips 2nd in command of the Prometheus
Major Sydney Marks 28 years old short brunette hair 5'6 130 lbs 32A cup-17"waist-26"hips Pilot of the Prometheus
Captain Ida May 25 years old long shoulder lenght blonde hair 5'2" 120 lbs 36D cup-
17"waist-29"hips Co-Pilot of the Prometheus
Captain Carly Travers 25 years old long shoulder lenght brunette hair 5'5" 125lbs 34C cup-18"waist-32"hips Doctor of the Prometheus
1st Lt Johnnie Sayers 24 years old long blonde hair 5'3" 115 lbs 32A cup-16"waist-27"hips 3rd Co-pilot and Load Specialist
2nd Lt Kelly Denvers 24 years old short black cut in a pageboy cut 5'5" 125 lbs
36C cup-18"waist-27"hips Navigater
2nd Lt Kikki Downs 23 years old long middle of her back golden blonde hair 5'9" 140 lbs 40D cup-20"waist-34"hips 2nd Co-Pilot
Master Sergeant Donna Runion 28 years old short brunette hair 5'11" 160 lbs 34D cup-21"waist-32"hips Engines and Electrical
Senior Airman Jane Foreman 22 years old short black hair tinted with purple 5'5"
120 lbs 38D cup-19"waist-32"hips Engines and Electrical
Airman First Class Connie West 20 years old shoulder lenght brown hair 5'5" 135 lbs
44DD cup-18'waist-34"hips Maintenance and assistant to Engines and Electrical
Marines:
Lt Colonel Mary Fisher 30 years old short pageboy cut red hair 5'8" 145 lbs 32B cup-21"waist-32"hips Commanding officer of the two squads of marines on board
Major Kira Smothers 25 years old long blonde hair 5'6" 135 lbs 38D cup-18"waist-30"hips 2nd in command of the two squads o off marines on board
1st Squad:
Major Fred Willow 29 years old shaved bald head 6'3" 195 lbs Commander of 1st squad
Captain Earl Grey 28 years old black hair cut short high and tight 6'6" 230 lbs
Explosives and Heavy Weapons 1st squad
Chief Master Sergeant Harry Houligan 34 years old head shaved bald 6'7" 245 lbs
Heavy gunner 1st squad
Senior Airman Jade Embers 23 years old long black hair to the middle of her back 5'0" 100 lbs 30B cup-16"waist-24"hips Medic 1st squad
Senior Airman Murry Bastis 24 years old short spiky blonde hair 6'4" 210 lbs Rifleman 1st squad
Airman Brian Gold 21 years old short brown hair 6'6" 240 Lbs Rifleman 1st squad
2nd Squad:
Captain Ann Livingston 27 years old short brown hair 5'8" 145 lbs 44DD cup-19"waist-34"hips Commander of 2nd squad
1st Lt Samantha York 25 years old short dirty brown hair 5'0" 115 lbs 38"D cup-18"waist-30"hips Explosives and Heavy weapons 2nd squad
Master Sergeant Harry Micheals 30 years old brown short hair 6'5" 215 lbs
Heavy gunner 2nd squad
Staff Sergeant Justin Carmicheals 28 years old short grey and brown hair 6'6"
220 lbs Rifleman 2nd squad
Airman First Class Kelly Briggs 22 years old shoulder lenght blonde hair 5'1" 110 Lbs 34B cup-16"waist-28"hips Medic 2nd squad
Airman Robert Tomes 19 years old short blonde hair 6'5" 245 lbs Rifleman 2nd squad
The Prometheus is less then a day from Mars when Colonel Debra Dolittle calls Atlas Atlas this is Prometheus we are preparing to fire engines to slow and establish a
orbit around Mars do you copy? Prometheus this is Atlas say Major Howard Smith, We are ready to receive you docking bay is ready and waiting see you soon Atlas out! Cutting the transmission Howard walks into the living quarters and looks down on a sleeping Captain Cynthia Queens her short golden hair plastered to her head as she lays on her belly her legs spread wide Howard's semen leaking out of her asshole and pussy after a long fuck session. Howard's cock hardens looking at the beautiful young woman, climbing back onto the bed getting between her knees and thrusting waking her with his 10"inch cock buried in her well fucked cunt again. Cynthia moans as Howard starts fucking her knowing they'll need to clean up soon with the
Prometheus arrival within hours.
21 hours later Prometheus is now in orbit docking with the space station the 800'foot long 90'foot wide three storie high ship is massive next to the Atlas.
After reviewing all the information that Atlas has Colonel Debra Dolittle turns to
Lt Colonel Mary Fisher saying Well Colonel I believe it is time to send in the marines! Yes Ma'am Fisher begins issuing order for the two squads to prepare for planet fall as they 1st and 2nd squads mount their landing crafts and leaving the
Prometheus. Each landing craft 40'feet lond and 20'feet wide dropping into the martian atmosphere, the vehicles screaming across the sky before thrusters fire and slowing coming in for a landing. 1st squad landing 1st Lt Johnnie Sayers piloting the space craft bring in down with barely a bump landing south of the Helios and Helenus. 2nd squads space craft piloted by 2nd Lt Kikki Downs also touches down gentle northeast of the Helenus and Helios.
2nd Lt Kikki Downs once landing looks out the window and see's a giant storm beginning to form then she see's the doorways and what looks like a couple people walking into one of the doorways. Grabbing Lt Colonel Mary Fisher arm and pointing saying Oh my god is are those people? Fisher looking up saying Oh shit I think it is, looking at Downs saying WHat the fuck is going on? Fisher jumps up yelling Captain Livingston get your squad on the ground target has changed! As the hatch opens the storm slams into the lander seemingly coming out of nowhere. Fisher says to 2nd Lt Downs stay here be ready to assist if we need you! Yes Ma'am says Downs. 2nd squad hits the ground in modified space suits allowing for faster movement and carrying more supplies. Leading the squad Captain Livingston see's two doorways in the cliffs she orders 1st Lt Samantha York, Staff Sergeant Justin Carmicheals and Airman Robert Tomes to check out the larger doorway. While Livingston will take Master Sergeant Harry Micheals, Airman First Class Kelly Briggs with Lt Colonel Fisher staying with her group. Taking the other smaller doorway as both groups enter their seperate doorways, the stone doors slide shut behind each group Slamming down with a crash. 2nd Lt Kikki Downs looking out see's the doors closing 2nd squad do you hear me over? Pause 2nd squad do you copy? 1st squad do you copy over?
South of the Helios 1st Lt Johnnie Sayers says this is 1st squads lander Sayers here, what seems to be the problem? Where is 1st squad? asks Kikki Downs. They are on the ground and moving to the Helios I've lost visibility! says Sayers What is happening Kikki? asks Johnnie of her friend. I've lost 2nd squad they walked into doors in the cliffs and they closed behind them I'm out of communication with them.
Can you advise 1st squad? asks Kikki. Ok hold on Kikki, 1st squad this is lander 1 over! Do you copy 1st squad? This is Major Smothers whats happening? Major 2nd squad is out of sight and comms Lt Downs said the cliffs closed behind them after they walked through what looks like doorways! Ok Sayers why are they entering the cliffs? Just a sec Ma'am Kikki this is Johnnie why did they walk to the cliffs? We saw a couple people entering the doorways. Ma'am Lt Downs said They saw people and 2nd squad was checking it out! Ok keep me advised we are almost to the Helios, will keep in contact Smothers out. Kikki just keep me informed if anything happens 1st squad is going into the Helios! Ok Johnnie Kikki out.
2nd squad now trapped inside of the two seperate doors call each other and the lander getting no response. 1st Lt Samantha York, Staff Sergeant Justin Carmicheals and Airman Robert Tomes are in a extra large room with two hallways at the back of the room heading into the mountain. York orders that Carmicheals follow her and having Tomes stay in the room and see if he can find away to open the door. Using their comms keeping them open York and Carmicheal take the right door walking down the hall seeing footprints on the floor. York says Justin do you see this? Yeah it looks like bare feet little feet of a woman, shit look is that light up ahead? asks Justin. York says Maybe we should go back I'm getting a bad feeling about this place! Carmicheal steps forward looking aroung the corner saying Check this out! Walking over York looks around the corner and see's a doorway with plants and steam swirling around. Wait a minute says York Tomes do you hear me? Yes Ma'am! Get your ass up here right now. I'm on my way Ma'am as Tomes runs down the hallway finding York and Justin looking into a lighted doorway. Follow me! says York as she walks to the door stepping through the steam into a tall room, Carmicheal and Tomes both enter weapons at the ready. Plants filled the room a blue speckled butterfly flies by the three people, York checks her monitor saying there is oxygen in here How is that possible?
1st Lt Samantha York takes a big breath and takes off her helmet breathing out then breathing in oh my god there is air in here! Justin and Robert both take off their helmets also looking around, the room seems to go for quit aways moving forward the three look around when they hear giggling and see two females almost naked running between the shrubs and trees. Stepping around a bush Samantha see's a naked 18 years old standing 5'9" tall and weighing 135 lbs her breasts full firm 48F tits she has a 18"inch waist and 36"inch hips she says in a seductive voice I am Athena.
Justin and Robert stop seeing the naked Athena smiling at her, as she reaches down grabbing a large red flower and waves it in front of the trio. Red and yellow pollen float out onto the air, the three marines breath in the spores and each one falls unconscious to the ground.
Captain Ann Livingston will take Master Sergeant Harry Micheals, Airman First Class Kelly Briggs with Lt Colonel Fisher into the smaller door after they enter and start walking into the hallway the door slides shut with a crash. After checking the door and looking for away to open it back up they finally stop. Damn it yells Livingston, York do you copy over? Downs do you copy? Does anyone hear me over?
Lt Colonel Mary Fisher asks Livingston Are you getting anything on comms? No Ma'am
Ok Harry take point Briggs bring up the rear lets go lead out. Harry starts down the hallway stopping saying Boss we got alot of footprints in the dust up here.
Ok keep going and watch for anything strange! says Livingston. Fuck Boss everything since we got here is fucking strange. says Harry as he moves forward rounding one corner then the next, stepping on a metal plate stopping saying Boss we got metal plating on the floor here! The other three meet up with Harry, Ann telling Harry to go on. They soon walk into the room with the pedestal walking up to the room the door sliding shut with a crash dust drifting down from the force on the blow. Of the multicolored lights only the white one is flashing, Ann reaches out pushing it and there is a hissing sound as air fills the room. Mary Fisher checking says to Ann we have atmosphere in here as she clicks the lock on her helmet taking a big breath and lifting her helmet off letting her breath out taking another breath. Looking around Mary says Its good we have breathable air as the rest of the team take off their helmets. Now on the pedestal is a flashing green light Ann Livingston asks Mary Colonel what do you think pointing at the flashing light. Take the chance says Mary watching as Ann presses the button and a sonic squeal fills the room all four people throwing their hands over their ears as it gets louder and louder till they begin to collapes unconscious laying on the floor. A door opens and two large figures walk it to the dimly lit room each huge figure lifts two people carrying them out the door closing behind them.
South of the Helios the members of 1st squad open the airlock on the Helios stepping in and locking the hatch waiting for the airlock light to turn green then opening the door stepping into the Helios. Major Fred Willow tells Captain Earl Grey, Chief Master Sergeant Harry Houligan and Senior Airman Jade Embers to head to the bridge. Major Fred Willow says Senior Airman Murry Bastis and Airman Brian Gold
will go with me and Major Kira Smothers we will check out the Atrium. Moving quickly through the vine covered hallways Chief Master Sergeant Harry Houligan is the first into the bridge stopping when he see's a very tanned Major Jeannie Carter 28 years old now looking about 19 years of age her once blonde hair now white hanging to her waist laced with green ivy vines, her 5'6" 125 lbs 38-20-32 Dcup figure now having changed to a 5'8" 125 lbs 42DDD breasts-16"waist-28"hips naked sitting in one of the bridge chairs with her her on a consule naked sucking on a long pink popsiclle. Houligan asks Major Carter? shocked at what he is seeing,No I am Ionee says the woman standing up as Captain Earl Grey walks in saying Jeannie what the fuck are you doing? Major Jeannie Carter is no more I am Ionee! Senior Airman Jade Embers standing in the hallway is shocked and caught off guard as a huge furry hand clamps over her mouth and nose and another huge arm wraps around Jade's body lifting her and carring her back and into another hallway. Captain Grey
yells Embers get in here need your medical skills! When nothing happens as Ionee giggles and dances around the two men, Grey yells again Embers get in here! Houligan see what is holding Embers up says Grey. Houligan looks into the hallway seeing nothing turning back saying Captain she ain't in the hallway! Ionee walks up blowing a misty blue vapor towards Captain Grey watching as he falls to his knees then falling over unconscious. Dancing to Houligan as he walks back into the room Ionee blows another spray of misty blue vapor watching as Houligan passes out falling to the floor.
As Major Kira Smothers and the three others with her step into the Atrium she is amazed at the size of the dome and the trees and bushes a waterfall is heard in the distance. Walking in Major Fred Willow see's a small bell with a handle, turning he looks at Airman Brian Gold saying What is that? pointing at the bell. Gold walks over looking and picking it up saying I think its a bell he jiggles the handle and instead of a chiming of a bell a violently loud CLANG CLANG CLANG Sothers eyes blur and she feels faint falling to the ground as does Willow's, Bastis and Gold. Major Kira Smothers wakens in a new place that looks like a cave a fire burning in the floor the walls are smooth and irregular she sits up and realises she is naked except for her panties and bra. As she looks around she hears noises coming toward her, looking for a weapon she grabs a long stick from the fire the end burning. She calls out who is out there? Clop clop clop clop she hears horse's hooves stamping on the rock floor a shadow fills what must be the entrance around the corner of the cave. As the shadow gets close so does the clop clop clop of hooves. Who is out there? says a panicking Kira Smothers, she gasps as she see's what is coming into view.
A huge brown horse with a man on top see rubs her eyes and looks again realising the man is part of the horse not onto of the horse. Oh my god who are you? yells Kira. The man at where the horses head is from the waist up is Major Fred Willow who says, I am Nesus come to me so I may have my pleasure with you! Kira see's the huge cock dangling underneath the Centaur Nesus As he steps forward two more Centaurs appear behind Nesus. Bastis stomps forward with his brown and white horse body into view saying I am Cheiron, Gold stomps next to Cheiron with his brown and black body saying I am Amphion. Kira turns and runs to the back of the cave finding a alter in the middle of the room in the end of the cave. The three Centaurs walk in Nesus saying Good she has brought us to the rack of pleasure she wishes to be breed. As Bastis/Cheiron and Gold/Amphion grabs her arms lifting her on and over the alter. Kira screams in terror as her panties are torn off and Nesus hooves then slam on either side of her head. Kira's eyes widen her scream echoing through the cave one of many screams to come as the three centaurs begin raping her.
Senior Airman Jade Embers wakes laying on soft grass she is naked and feels better then ever before she shakes her head and her long black and silver hair hanging to her waist falls over her huge 44D cup breasts her hands cup them and her fingers find her hard sensitive nipples moaning as she pinches and plays with them. Standing up and stretching her 5'0"105 lbs 16"waist and her wide 32"hips giving her a hour glass figure, her hairless sex hot and wet Jade feels the need to fuck. Jades also realises she doesn't know her name she is confused and a little scared.
Stepping around a statue of Zues and a pair of marble pillars the 20 years old figure of Europa her long blonde hair falling over her left breast and down her back, she is wearing a gold mesh triangular cups bra that ties around her back and around her neck. A gold mesh loin cloth that ends near her knees in the front falling to her ankles in the back. The 5'11" tall 135 lbs 44EE-17"inch waist-40"inch hips woman catches Jades eyes, as she walks toward her the clicking of her 6"high heeled sandles with golden leg wraps reaching knees. Saying Hello daughter Iris, Europa steps forward kissing on the forhead. Iris smiles Hello Mother says Iris. The clicking of nailed feet is heard coming when Europa says Argos come boy!
A massive white dog standing 4'6"tall at the shoulders and weighing 280 lbs long ears and tail his long red tongue hanging 10"inches out of his mouth as he pants. What was once Chief Master Sergeant Harry Houligan now presses his head against Iris's hand wanting his ears scratched. His huge head looks at Iris's bald steamy pussy and the huge tongue licks up in and out causing Iris a huge amount of pleasure. Europa smiling says take care of Argos daughter as she turns to leave.
Walking past the statue of Zues and down next to a circle of stones with a alter in the center another dog. Huge and Black with pointy ears standing 4'10"tall at the shoulder weighing 310 lbs, 12" tongue hanging out of his mouth Barking is heard in the distance Europa softly whistles saying Pachylus wait your turn let your brother have his bitch first. She pets his head as she walks by as Pachylus whines in lust.
Europa walks through the Atrium which has gotten bigger as machines manufactures more pieces of the aluminum metal and high density polyethylene glass sheets, the entire center of the Helios 500"feet long by 100" foot wide and slowly growing as the machines now begin building off the side of the Helenus already 200'feet long by 150'foot wide getting closer to the Helios. Walking toward part of the Helios's main structure finding Balius the huge black stallion who was once Captain Edward Hutchenson is now snorting and whinnying as he drives his 30"inch cock as deep as he can into the sobbing gasping moaning Major Polly Lawrence the white brunette with shoulder lenght hair 29 years old 5'8" tall 130 lbs 38C cup-20"waist-28"hips. Now looks nothing like the Pilot and Commander of the Helenus, she now looks 18 years old and now has jet black hair to the middle of her back 5'10" tall 145 lbs with massive 50G cup breasts-18"inch-and 38"inch hips is naked on her knees on a small grass covered mound as Balius fucks her with his huge black horse cock. Europa looks down MMMMMMMM very nice Callisto keep your lover happy, all Callisto can do is moan louder as she takes even more of Balius's cock.
A radio crackles in the distances but the woman dressed in a skimpy see through wrap around skirt which wraps around upward to her breasts covering one shoulder she wears silver flat sandles 2nd Lt Kikki Downs 23 years old long middle of her back golden blonde hair 5'9" 140 lbs 40D cup-20"waist-34"hips 2nd landing craft Pilot stands and stretches wondering what happened and how did she get here looking around she now looks 18 years old her long hair now paltinum blonde reaching to her below her asscheeks now 5'9" 140 lbs 44EE cup-16"waist-38"hips she hears a voice saying Phoebe come my love! Walking into the hallway she see's another woman with a huge Satyr behind her the woman once known as 27 years old Major Anna Brinks 5'4" 120 lbs 36-18-28 now looks 19 years old now 5'6" tall weighing 130 lbs her huge 48DD breast and 17"waist and 34"hips sway as she walks her long golden blonde hair hanging to her waist sways back and forth as she walks on a pair of 6" high heeled golden open toed sandles the multiply strands of pearls around her neck covering her huge breasts around her hips a leapord skin barely covering her ass and vagina.
Penelope says come sister let us satisfy our friend here! The satyr Xavius the being half-man, half-goat with goat's horns and flat nose, large pointed ears, long curly hair, and full beard had been Staff Sergeant Justin Carmicheals 28 years old short grey and brown hair 6'6" 220 lbs now standing 7'0" and weighing 360 lbs his 16"inch long 3.5"inch wide hard cock ready for sex. Stamping his hooved feet BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAA BBBBBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAA he bleats, both Phoebe and Penelope each take one of Xavius's huge hands leading him into a room with a bed made of pillows, both women giggle then moan as Xavious bleats BBBBBBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA stamping his hooves in excitment. Pre cum oozing from his huge cock.
1st Lt Dana Wright 5'10" 130 lbs african american 34-20-36 22 years old. Now 5'10" 125 lbs 38D cup breast-16"waist-and 38"inch hips long shoulder lenght black hair and her black skin smooth and glisten. Naked laying on her back her legs spread wide her head thrown back as she grunts and moves her hips back and forth now her name is Niobe. Between her legs is who once was 28 years old Master Sergeant Sally Young 5'5" 115 lbs 36-16-26 now called Echo with long to the middle of the back brunette hair appearing to be 20 years old 5'5" 125 lbs with massive 42EE breasts-16"waist and full 38"hips on her hands between Niobe's legs which are spread wide Echo's arm buried to her elbow in the beautiful black goddess. Behind her making her grunt and moan orgasming on his huge cock Asterion The huge black 7'foot tall 380 lb fur covered upper body with powerful arms and large hands with a massive bulls head, the lower half huge powerful muscular legs ending with massive hoofs like a bull, long hard 16"inch strokes the massive head 4.5"inches wide and who was Master Sergeant Tyrone Williams. Slams his cock balls deep into Echo causing her to orgasm as Niobe's cunt clamps down on Echo's arm as she orgasm EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE screaming in pleasure Echo screams AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEE as she orgasms so hard on the massive cockmeat of the minotaur. Laying on her back next to Niobe and Echo is who once was 24 year old Captain Elizabeth Marsh 5'5" 130 lbs 44-20-38 who now looks 18 years old and is 5'10" tall and 140 lbs her 44EE breast larger and more sensitive-18"waist-and 40"inch hips now called Cassandra is hump as she is fucked hard by Pan the satyr the head and upper body of man 1st Lt Jerome Jackson, he now has horns and pointy ears. His lower body from the belly down is that of a monsterous goat with large powerful legs standing on split hooves of a goat. Standing all the way up he is 7'2" tall and now weighs 345 lbs massive 15"inch long 3.75"inch wide hardening cock. Driving his cock balls deep into Cassandra.
The moans squeals bellows and snorting baaing screams of pleasure fill the room as the three women will fuck for a few more hours till the beasts tire.
The steps rise into a shrine that sits in the middle of a pool of water where three figures play 21 years old 2nd Lt Janet Holmes 5'7" 125 lbs 38-18-34 caucasian 21 years old. She becomes Thetis a nymph looking ageless 5'0" 95 lbs 38D cup brease-16"waist-36"hips long blue hair to the middle of her back. 22 years old Airman First Class Kelly Briggs 22 years old shoulder lenght blonde hair 5'1" 110 Lbs 34B cup-16"waist-28"hips/ Know now as Minthe looking ageless, long blue and green hair hanging to the middle of her back now 4'10"tall 85 lbs with 38C cup breast-15"waist-and 29"hips. 25 years old 1st Lt Samantha York 25 years old short dirty brown hair 5'0" 115 lbs 38"D cup-18"waist-30"hips/ Now know as Doris looking ageless long blue and silver hair to the middle of her back 5'1"tall 95 lbs 40DD cup breast-15'waist-34"hips. The three water nymphs slpash and fondle each other kissing laughing and having a good time.
The huge black dog with pointy ears standing 4'10"tall at the shoulder weighing 310 lbs, 12" tongue hanging named Pachylus, steps into a shrine seeing the three nymphs and WOOF barks the nymphs stop and walk down to Pachylus. He tongue starts licking tits and cunny's the nymphs giggle and rub his head his sides soon Minthe is reaching underneath the huge black dog rubbing his sheath as her sister Thetis looks down giggling as Pachylus huge red thick cock slides free. Thetis grabs Pachylus's cock stroking it then sucking it letting it slide deep into her mouth the big black dog humping as he whines wanting more. Doris at his head is holding his head as he licks her cunt, turning she gets on her hands and knees spreading them to give Pachylus more access to her vagina. He jumps on her back knoching Thetis and Minthe over as he humps once twice hitting the mark Doris eyes bulging as the massive 14"inch long 3"inch wide doggy cock slams through her opening and ramming deep into her cunt. Doris's mouth open in a silent scream as Pachylus slams his 5"inch wide knots ripes into her tight cunt stretching it like never before. Both Thetis and Minthe smile watching their sister getting fucked hard so excited wanting their turns.
1st Lt Johnnie Sayers is calling on the radio trying to get anyone becoming more and more nervous as she see's things moving in the distance but cannot make out what it is or who it is. Atlas do you copy? pause Atlas do you copy pause Kikki can you hear me please respond? pause static the only sound. God please someone answer me! begs Johnnie. The outer hatch opens and air hisses as someone enters the airlock. The hatch closes and Johnnie seeing the lights turn green opens the hatch to the landers bridge saying God I've been calling for you where have you been? stepping into the landers bay her eyes widening standing there with red eyes two huge brown Minotaurs one who was Master Sergeant Harry Micheals 30 years old brown short hair 6'5" 215 lbs now 7'6" tall and 390 lbs now named Borus, the second was a darker brown who was once Airman Robert Tomes 19 years old short blonde hair 6'5" 245 lbs now named Nireus. Before Jonnie can step back the Tomes Minotaur grabs her arm yanking her to him as the Micheals Minotaur places a huge hand around her mouth and nose lifting her up. The two Minotaus carry 1st Lt Johnnie Sayers out through the airlock and across to the Helios, Johnnie having passout from fear.
This is the Prometheus Colonel Debra Dolittle in Command Helios can you hear me? pause Helenus can you hear me? pause static, 1st Lt Sayers can you hear me? pause 1st squad Major Willow can you hear me? pause static, 2nd Lt Downs do you copy can you hear me? pause static, Captain Ann Livingston 2nd squad can you hear me? nothing but static. Denvers get me a channel to earth, Yes Ma'am says 2nd Lt Kelly Denvers as she calls earth Houston this is Prometheus over! A time delay of a minute before Prometheus this is Houston what is your situation over? This is Dolittle I need to talk to the Director we have a situation over! After ten minutes Prometheus this is Director Ungers we are on a secure channel whats going on Debra?
Sid we've lost all contact with the Helios and the Helenus, we are also out of contact with our marines on the planet. We have no idea what is happening last contact everything was on target and working well! We need orders what do you want us to do Sid? the minute pause and Prometheus I'm ordering you to stay in orbit for the moment you should have enough supplies for the time being I'll get back to you next contact 1200 hours Houston out! says the Director. DoLittle turns saying Ok let's relax till we hear from the man.
Helios part Two end
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TIFFANY ON THE TABLE
BY DR. WU
MMM/f teen nc humil, med exam
THE OPENING BLAH BLAH: Copyright 1999 by Dr. Wu. This story is
completely fiction. It may be posted or archived anywhere on the net
that is free, and may not be archived anywhere that charges a fee of
any kind. It contains non-consensual sex between men and an underaged
girl, as well as critical comments about HMOs and a spoof of a popular
song, so obviously it is intended for persons over 18, and no one
younger. "Tiffany on the Table" can be read on its own, but is a
continuation of the Tiffany Daniels saga, which includes "Toying With
Tiffany," "24- Hour Boy Toy Tiffany" and "Trippin' With Tiffany." The
first two are archived at www.asstr.org/~xpost/. (The archiver is not
connected to Dr. Wu; he accepts donations for maintaining his archive.)
Dr. Wu no longer has the earlier installments and will not answer email
asking for them. I do, however, like to hear from readers and will
usually respond.
TIFFANY ON THE TABLE
CHAPTER ONE
"I know what boys like, I know what guys want,
I know what boys like, I've got what boys like,
I know what boys like, I know what guys want,
I see them looking, I make them want me,
I like to tease them,
They want to touch me,
I never let them."
Tiffany Daniels sashayed down the hall of her high school, singing
softly to herself. None of the students could hear her; the song, an
old '80s tune by The Waitresses she had heard at a friend's house over
the weekend, had stuck in her head, the way relentlessly catchy
melodies so often do.
The other students might not have been able to hear what she was
singing to herself, but they certainly noticed Tiffany. She was the
queen of Daniels High School (named for her grandfather, Godfrey
Daniels). How was she queen? Let us count the ways, as Tiffany so often
did to herself:
She was a senior. A cheerleader. She was rich. Her family was
established and well-connected, her daddy a member of the City Council
of Beverly, Texas. And she was beautiful, heart-breakingly,
staggeringly beautiful, in the way a pampered princess of 17 years can
be. Long blonde hair that bounced when she walked, a knock-out figure
with perfect firm tits and long, tanned legs, a cute little pug nose
and a light sprinkling of freckles that gave her a resemblance to a
certain teenaged tennis star who dates an older hockey player and is
known for her I'm-so-fuckable- too-bad-you-can't attitude.
And like some royalty, Tiffany knew she ruled. Sports hadn't started
for the school year yet, so she wasn't allowed to wear her cheerleading
uniform to school, with its ultra-short pleated skirt that swirled when
she walked and made all the boys and most of the male teachers almost
cross-eyed with desire. But she nonetheless managed to dress in a
classy, sexy way that didn't look slutty, with a plaid kilt-style skirt
that fell to mid-thigh, white knee socks, expensive loafers, and an $80
white cotton sweater, very lightweight, that showcased her magnificent
chest. As she bounced down the hall of Daniels High, she was the very
picture of healthy, nubile schoolgirl eroticism.
"Tiffany, could I see you a moment please?" Ms. Warren, the Daniels
cheerleader advisory, called out from her class to the passing senior.
Tiffany stepped into the room.
"Tiffany, have you had your physical yet?"
"Oh, jeez, Ms. Warren," the teenaged beauty said, "I'm sorry. I guess
I've been putting it off."
"Well, you can't put it off any longer, dear. The deadline for the
squad is tomorrow. And you know the rules: If you don't have a signed
doctor's form and a complete physical every year, you can't be a
cheerleader."
"I know," Tiffany said, somewhat embarrassed by the intimacy of the
topic. She hated going to her doctor for a physical, even though she
was a woman, because it meant being naked, or nearly naked, and having
her breasts examined for lumps and being on that God-awful examining
table and having her legs up in the stirrups and all. After what
Tiffany had been through in the past year the sexual degradation,
humiliation and abuse that had been heaped on her by teachers,
relatives and even strangers in a bizarre string of horrifying ordeals
she could barely stand to be naked in the shower, let alone in front
of a stranger.
She thought quickly. "But it's Wednesday, Ms. Warren. I think my doctor
isn't in the office today."
"Look, it's best to just get this over with, and not take a chance of
missing the deadline," Ellyn Warren retorted. "I know a doctor that a
couple of the other girls on the squad have used, and she keeps me
office hours on Wednesday. I could write you a pass and you could get
this over with right now."
"She? The doctor's a woman?"
"Of course, honey," Ellyn Warren said. "I know how you teenaged girls
feel about going to male doctors. Dr. Weston is very nice. Tell her I
sent you and what it's for, and she'll do a super-quick exam and get
you out in 10 minutes tops."
"Well, OK," Tiffany said reluctantly. She had no more excuses, and she
did have to do it. Better to get it over with.
Fifteen minutes later Tiffany swung her red Miata into a parking space
at a nondescript office park in Beverly, the kind where all the gray
brick buildings look just alike. That song was will going through her
mind, and she was enjoying singing:
"I got my cat moves, that so upset them
Zippers and buttons, fun to frustrate them
They get so angry
Like pouty children denied their candy."
She found the sign out front indicating that this was the office of
Dr. Nancy Weston, and went inside. A matronly receptionist, chubby and
graying, greeted her, pushed a clipboard at her with a page of personal
information to fill out, and Tiffany sat down to write, and then to
wait. The waiting room was empty, and in just a few minutes the
receptionist, whose nametag read "Hope," called her name.
"How are you, honey?" she asked with a voice that sounded like too many
cigarettes.
"Fine."
"Step into Exam Room 1, take off your clothes and put on the gown. The
doc will be with you in a second." Tiffany did as she was told, and
stripped down to her knee socks (for warmth), lacy white cotton bra and
white Victoria's Secret panties. She put on the thin cloth gown, and
awkwardly tied it behind her back and around her neck. She could still
feel how much of her back side was exposed by the long slit in the
gown. Before she even had a chance to sit up on the examining table,
Hope was back.
"Come on out here, hon, I got to take your weight and height."
The 17-year-old cheerleader stepped nervously into the hall and climbed
up on the scale. The receptionist wrote her weight, 115 lbs., and
height, 5 foot 7, on the clipboard, and Tiffany was about to step down
when she heard a male voice say "Holy shit!"
She whirled around and saw two construction workers, who had
appeared as if from nowhere in the corridor. They were big, burly guys
in the late 20s, dressed in jeans and white T-shirts, and both wore
belts hung with tools. "Yowsah!" said the other man.
The two workmen were openly ogling the poor girl. From their view of
her back as she stood on the scale, she knew they could see a lot of
her bare back and much of her naked legs. The way the gown was tied
they couldn't see her panties or ass, and if she had stopped to think
about it, Tiffany often was seen by hundreds of men at the beach
wearing a bikini that exposed far more of her succulent flesh. But this
wasn't a time for such rational thought, and the flustered schoolgirl
was deeply embarrassed to have the two strangers so openly checking her
out.
"Don't you men have some work to do?" asked the receptionist harshly.
"Get back to your dry-walling!" The workers held their gaze for a few
more moments, and Tiffany could feel their hot, lustful stares burning
into her skin. Then, disappointed that their show was over, they went
back into another exam room.
"Sorry about that, hon," she told Tiffany. "That wasn't very nice.
Still, you can't blame red-blooded American men for noticing a pretty
little thing like you."
Tiffany knew she was trying to make light of the situation, but she
felt sick to her stomach, somehow violated. by the eyeball-rape. She
moved quickly back into her exam room, and shut the door behind her.
God, why did they have to make these places so freezing cold? she
thought. She was getting goosebumps on her arms, and underneath the
cotton gown, her nipples had sprung to erection from the cold. They
brushed against the front of her gown when Tiffany hopped up onto the
examining table and sat on the white paper that had been rolled down
there.
There were no magazines, so Tiffany just sat. A boombox sitting on the
counter against one wall was playing soft music, some sort of light
classical that was obviously intended to relax patients, but little
Tiffany was far from relaxing. She was no longer singing "I Know What
Boys Wants," because her cockiness had been punctured by the brief
encounter with the lecherous workmen. Soon there was a gentle knock on
the door and in walked the doctor.
"Hello," he said. "I'm Dr. Steadman."
"But, uh, you're supposed to be a, uh, woman," Tiffany stammered.
"Well, obviously I'm not," he answered. "If you mean Dr. Weston, she
had a family emergency. I work for the same HMO, and they called me
and asked me to fill in."
Tiffany didn't know what to say or do. She was already in the gown, in
the exam room, and her sponsor was expecting her back soon with a
signed physical form. She hated the thought of being examined by a man,
but it was better just to get it over with. It didn't help that Dr.
Steadman was incredibly handsome. Tiffany figured he was probably in
his late '20s, not long out of med school. He was tall and well-built,
with close-cropped dark hair and piercing eyes.
"Your chart says you're here for your high-school physical," he said.
"Cheerleading."
"Oh, you're a cheerleader? Lucky you. I should have known."
Was he flirting with her? Tiffany wondered. What did he mean by that?
"Very good, Miss Daniels. Please untie your gown behind your neck and
let it drop forward. I need to check your breathing." He picked up the
end of the stethoscope that dangled from his neck.
"Untie my gown?" Tiffany said. "Can't you listen through my gown?"
"Miss Daniels," he said sternly. "You let me be the doctor, and you can
be the patient, and we can both get on with this." His tone left little
room for her to argue.
Reluctantly, Tiffany reached back and untied the string at the back of
her neck. As soon as it was loose, the gown fell forward, exposing her
36 C breasts nestled snugly in their bra. Even through the cotton, the
nipples, pink and hard as little pebbles, felt the cold air in the room
and poked out even more. She was embarrassed by her erect little
nubbins, but hoped the doctor saw this sort of thing all the time.
"This will be a little chilly," Dr. Steadman said as he approached with
the stethoscope. "Can't be helped." He placed the icy piece of metal on
her chest between her tits and instructed her to breathe. The familiar
ritual was repeated as he moved the stethoscope around her chest, and
then on several spots on her back. Tiffany started to calm down a
little from the clinical nature of what was happening.
"Now we have to check for any nodes in the breasts. Please lay back on
the table."
"Dr. Steadman?" the nervous girl squeaked. "Is that reall necessary? I
mean, I'm only 17, so I don't think that's a problem, and uh, I was
hoping this would just be quick so I could get back to school."
"Miss Daniels, I'm getting tired of having my authority challenged!"
Steadman snapped. "Now quit yapping at me, take off your bra and lay
down!"
The busty girl had no choice. Reluctantly, she unhooked her bra and set
it aside. Her sweet adolescent breasts were now on full display, and
Tiffany prayed the door to the exam room was locked, so those horrible
workmen would not "accidentally" come in and see her. She lay down on
the paper, her arms at her sides, her body rigid with anxiety. Her
breathing was shallow, and her perfectly formed knockers rose and fell,
rose and fell, in a delightful rhythm.
"Please try and relax, Miss Daniels. I'm not going to hurt you." She
couldn't help it, she squeezed her eyes shut, and the she felt his
hands on her left breast. They were incredibly warm and soft. Dr.
Steadman began to rub her breasts in circles, giving her a standard
breast exam. His touch was so tender, Tiffany thought, and she found
herself relaxing, the tension melting away as she lay back with her
eyes closed. The hands started at the outsides of her breasts and
worked inward, slowly, in circles, headed toward the nipple.
To her dismay, Tiffany found herself wishing he would hurry up and get
to her nipples. They were so cold and so hard, and she knew his soft,
warm fingers would feel fantastic there. This wish confused her: this
was a breast exam, for God's sake, not an erotic massage. Still, she
couldn't help the tickle in her brain.
Dr. Steadman finally reached the nipple of her left breast, and Tiffany
surprised herself by gasping with pleasure when his fingertips made
contact with the aureole. He immediately stopped. "Is everything all
right, Miss Daniels?" he asked.
She opened her eyes and looked at him leaning over her. "Yes, I'm
sorry," she replied.
"This is not supposed to be sexually stimulating, Miss Daniels," he
said in a clinical voice.
Tiffany blushed scarlet. Oh Jeez, she thought, he can tell this is
turning me on! How embarrassing! I've got to get a grip on myself. But
she was also aware that her sweet teenage pussy was beginning to
secrete a little bit of juice.
Dr. Steadman turned his attention to Tiffany Daniels' right breast, and
she closed her eyes again. The physician's sensitive fingers again
worked their magic, and the beleaguered teenager was again assailed by
inappropriate sexual feelings. Again, he reached her nipple and brushed
it with his fingers, and Tiffany moaned softly and squeezed her naked
thighs together. She was getting wet between her legs, and praying it
wasn's so much as to make a spot on her panties!
"You may sit up now, Miss Daniels," the doctor said, and Tiffany sat up
swiftly. The intensity of her sexual arousal, coupled with sitting up
so quickly, caused her to be light-headed for a moment, and she swayed
a bit, leaning toward the doctor. Steadman reached out and caught her.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"Yes, sir, I'm sorry. Please, I, uh, I don't know..." She knew she was
babbling, but couldn't stop.
"We'll continue the exam now," Steadman said. Tiffany didn't even think
to ask if she could out her bra back on, but sat on the exam table, her
naked breasts practically at eye level with the doctor, the front of
her panties under the gown glistening slightly with a dab of her own
juice. Steadman quickly ran through taking her pulse, blood pressure,
checking her eyes, ears, throat and reflexes. The schoolgirl began to
settle down and return to normal.
"OK, we need to do a pelvic," the doctor said matter-of factly. "Take
off your panties, then lay back, and out your feet in the stirrups.
This was the moment Tiffany had been dreading. She was about to expose
her most intimate part to a total stranger. And even though he was a
doctor, a professional, there was the added problem of having been
slightly turned on be the breast exam. Her mind swirled with confusion,
but she didn't want to be reprimanded again, so she obediently hopped
down off the examining table, reacher under her gown and pulled off her
panties. Then she climbed back up, lay on her back, and scooted her
bottom down so that her legs were lined up in the proper position. She
lifted her feet up and placed her heels carefully into the metal
stirrups that jutted out from the end of the table.
There is no more humiliating position for a woman, Tiffany thought. She
and her friends sometimes joked nervously about how much they hated
gyno exams, how demeaning it was just to have your legs lifted and
spread and your private parts so blatantly exposed. Never mind what the
doctor did down there, that was just too awful to even talk about!
Dr. Steadman pulled thin latex gloves onto his hands. At least he's
being very professional about all this, Tiffany thought. She waited,
dreading his touch. Or at least part of her was dreading it. Another
part of her brain the primitive part, that controls sexual response
and operates independently of the rest of the brain was somehow
craving his touch on her bare pussy. "Shame on you, Tiffany Daniels,"
she thought.
The physician stepped to the bottom of the table and lifted her gown,
so that it formed a tent over her upraised knees and she could not see
what he was doing. Then she felt him push a finger into her vagina. She
was relieved that it didn't feel particularly good or bad. He slowly
inserted his finger into the nervous adolescent, so splayed and
vulnerable, until it was all the way in..
"Miss Daniels," he said sternly. "I see you're not a virgin."
"What?" Tiffany practically yelped. "What?"
"I'm simply stating a fact," he said. "Your hymen is gone. You're not a
virgin. And don't give me any of that silly teenage girl crap about
tampons or gymnastics or horseback riding."
Tiffany was stunned. How dare he speak to her like this? She started to
get up from the table. Any incipient sexual feeling had vanished
completely, and she just wanted to get dressed and get away from this
awful man.
She was part way up when Steadman snarled at her. "Lay back down
immediately, Miss Daniels!" She froze.
"This is not an optional series of tests, Miss Daniels. I'm sorry if
you're distressed that I found out that you're sexually active, but
that's too bad, honey. Now get back down on that table!"
Poor Tiffany was mortified. The exam had started off bad when she
realized her doctor was a man, then had seemed OK when she was mildly
aroused by him and he seemed to be professional. But now he was yelling
at her, and practically calling her a slut. It was horrible,
particularly for a princess like herself who almost always got her way.
But what could she do? She obeyed Dr. Steadman and laid back down on
the table.
"Now, Miss Tiffany Daniels," he said, "I have to step out for just a
minute. You will continue to lay exactly as you are and not move one
muscle. If I come back and you have moved a muscle, I will call your
cheerleader sponsor at school, whose number is on this form. I will
tell her that since you are sexually active, I need to test you for
sexually transmitted diseases. I can, if I choose, make it sound very
ugly over the phone, implying all sorts of things. By the time I hang
up, your sponsor will think you're practically dripping with the AIDS
virus. Do you think a development like that might put a little crimp in
your plans, Miss Daniels. Hmm?"
He was taunting her, threatening her. It was too awful, Tiffany
thought, just too awful. But he was leaving her no choice. She wanted
to tell him that she had never willingly had sex with anybody, that
every sexual encounter she'd ever had had been the result of blackmail
or drugs or threats or outright force. Men seemed to always find ways
to
manipulate her, and that's why she wasn't a virgin. She wanted to tell
Dr. Steadman all this, but how could she? With tears glistening in the
corners of her eyes, she laid back down on the table and kept her feet
in the stirrups. Dr. Steadman took the clipboard with the form she
needed and left the exam room.
CHAPTER TWO
With our poor little high school honey stretched out on the doctor's
examining table, her feet in the metal stirrups and her pussy gaping
open like an invitation to the whole wide world, let's pause very
briefly to consider her new tormentor, Dr. Steadman.
Michael Steadman, 28, had been a promising young physician until he got
himself into a bit of a jam in Colorado. The charge was molesting a
female patient - several female patients, actually - and in exchange
for the charges being dropped by the district attorney, to spare the
young women the ordeal of testifying in open court, Dr. Steadman agreed
not to practice medicine in the state of Colorado.
Soon after, though, he moved to Texas, to the small town of Beverly.
Rather than open his own practice, he contacted HumanaCorpInc., the
largest HMO operating in Texas. For a decent annual salary, he agreed
to be a doctor-on-demand for the HMO, filling in for other doctors as
needed. The HMO loved Dr. Steadman because he hardly ever ordered
expensive tests and put people in the hospital for observation. And Dr.
Steadman loved HumanaCorpInc. because it gave him freedom to roam,
which made him harder to keep tabs on. He had access to drugs, and more
important, he had access to young females such as Tiffany Daniels. He
was careful this time, though, about whom he went after. He only went
after girls he thought he could persuade not to press charges against
him, and when he found out Tiffany wasn't a virgin, and noticed how
agitated she was at his little bluff, he knew he had found his latest
victim.
Dr. Steadman went up front and told the receptionist that Miss
Daniels, the only patient in the office, was almost done, and that she
could knock off early for lunch if she wanted. He waited while Hope got
her purse, and after she had left, he hung a little clock on the front
door of the office suite that read "Back at 1 p.m." It was 11:30 a.m.,
and Dr. Steadman locked the door.
He paid a quick visit to the drug supply cabinet and fixed himself
a little cocktail, and then re-entered Exam Room A. Ah, perfect, he
thought. The little slut is doing exactly what I told her, laying
perfectly still, scared shitless. This will be fun.
Tiffany turned her head when Dr. Steadman walked back in. "Please,.
sir, may I go now? You know I don't have any STDs, and they'll be
missing me at school and wondering where I am," she pleaded.
"Just a couple more minutes," Steadman told her as resumed his position
at the foot of the exam table. From where he was standing, Steadman had
the most glorious view imaginable. From Tiffany's bare feet in the
stirrups, his eyes followed up her long legs, so smooth and tan from
the tanning salon. Her thighs were incredible, soft with great muscle
tone. And they met at the sweetest little pussy in the world. It was
covered with silky blonde pubic hair _ a real blonde, imagine that! -
and was gaping open ever so slightly, exposing her inner labia and a
hint of her little pink clitoris.
Steadman reached into his pocket. Tiffany could not see what he was
doing, and suddenly she felt a stink in her buttocks. He'd given her a
shot!
"What was that?" she screeched.
"Just a little something to relax you, my dear," Steadman said. "You
seemed awfully uptight and nervous. This will make you feel very nice,
I promise."
"I don't want a shot," she said, and started to sit up. She got part
way up, and then it seemed as if her body would not obey her wishes.
Her arms gave way, and she flopped back down on the table with a thud.
"What did you do to me?" she asked, panic rising in her voice.
"It's a kind of muscle relaxant, dear girl," he said. "Actually, it's a
combination of a couple of drugs that interfere with the messages from
your brain to the muscles in your limbs. Your brain is telling your
muscles to get up and run away, but your legs don't hear the message.
And they won't for about an hour or so, until it wears off. No side
effects, no after effects, I promise."
"HELP!" Tiffany yelled.
"No one can hear you, princess. The receptionist is gone, and the door
is locked. It's just you and me. Fun and games.."
"You pervert! Fuck you!" Tiffany yelled.
"Oh, a feisty one. I like that in a girl," Steadman said. "Go ahead,
why don't you get up and and get dressed and walk out of here,
Tiffany?"
She struggled to get up, but got as far as raising her head off the
pillow at her end of the table. Nothing from the neck down moved, as if
she was paralyzed.
"I'm paralyzed!" Tiffany squealed.
"No, you're not. Pay attention, you stupid slut. First, it's temporary.
Second, even though your muscles aren't responding, you have full
feeling everywhere. Here, I'll show you." Steadman raised Tiffany's
exam gown up and bunched it at her waist. She was now completely nude
except for the a few inches of gown scrunched around her midsection.
Then he grabbed each one of her trim ankles in his hands and spread
them out. The stirrups moved with her, asn Tiffany's legs were
stretched wider and wider, making her feel more and more vulnerable.
Finally, when she was practically doing a splits in mid-air, Steadman
stopped pushing her legs apart, bent down and fastened his mouth onto
Tiffany's pussy. Without warning, he began plunging his tongue in and
out of her twat,
occasionally pulling it out to take a big lap at her clit. The tonguing
had the desired effect on the teenager, and she began to become
physically aroused. The little hood covering her clit began to retract,
and the tiny love organ began to throb.
"Oh! Oh! Ohhhh! Stop that! Pleasel, stop that, for God's sake, don't do
that!" she shrieked.
"I think your little pussy likes it though, Princess," said Steadman.
He took a breath and plunged back in. This time he stuck his index
finger up into the poor girl and began frigging her gently, and kept
his lips fastened on her clit, sucking and swirling it in his mouth. As
much as she hated it, the doctor's attentions couldn't help but arouse
the poor girl, and she began to get wetter and wetter, from his saliva
and her own juices, which were not flowing copiously.
"Oh God, please stop!" she pleaded. "What are you doing? It's not
right! I'm helpless, you can't do this. Ohhhhhhhh."
Steadman went to work on Tiffany's gaping, defenseless cunt. He took
her labia, now engorged with blood, very gently between his teeth and
tugged at them ever so softly, which opened the girl up even more. He
began to tongue-fuck her, snaking his tongue deep inside her pussy,
setting up a rhythm as if it were a cock. Because his face was so
deeply sealed against her pussy, the bridge of his nose was bumping
into her exposed clit continually, running the hard little organ. At
the same time, he touched the tip of his index finger to her asshole,
which because of her position at the edge of the table was every bit as
exposed as her pussy. He began to gently probe at her pink little
rosebud of an anus.
"Nooooo!" Tiffany wailed. "Don't touch me there! Please stop, you
sicko. Oh Godddd, ohhhh ...."
Steadman could feel the cheerleader's juices flowing freely, and the
muscles insider he vagina contracting. She wasn't having an orgasm yet,
but she was getting close, he could tell.
"I think Little Princess Tiffany wants to cum," said Dr. Steadman,
gloating.
"No! I don't! I don't! I can't help it!" she wailed. She tried
frantically to close her legs, to stop what he was doing, but her legs
wouldn't do what she told them to, and the sensations shooting up from
her pelvis to her brain were overwhelming.
"OK, I'll stop," said the doctor. He walked around so that he was
standing near Tiffany's face and chest, and when she turned her face to
look at him, she realized she was eye-level with his crotch. She could
see his erection straining inside his pants, a huge throbbing bulge
that she knew, with a sickening feeling in her gut, was destined for
her in some way.
The youngster was so confused. She had begged the perverted doctor to
stop manipulating her, trying to make her cum, and he had done so. But
now she was left panting and wanting more, wanting desperately to have
the orgasm that had been denied to her. She couldn't possibly ask for
him to continue, though, after begging him to cease. It would be far
too embarrassing.
"Time to take your medical history," he said. He reached out and
grabbed each of Tiffany's nipples, which were bigger and harder than
they had ever been from the combined effects of the exciting
cunnilingus, her fear, and the room's air-conditioning. He grasped each
nipple tightly between thumb and forefinger and began to pull, just
enough to cause the young girl a small amount of pain.
"As a doctor, one of the things I'm good at is telling whether my
patients are lying to me. So if you tell me the truth on every question
I ask, I won't pull your nipples any harder than I am right now. But if
you lie to me, you little bitch, I'll increase my pulling. I'll be
careful not to do any permanent damage, but I don't think you want to
find out how much I can hurt these precious little nips. So now I'll
take you medical history. And nothing but the truth, cause the truth
shall set you free. OK, maybe not free," he chortled, enjoying his
position of power, "but it will keep you from getting your titties
yanked. Now, how many boys have you had sex with?"
"Shut up! I hate you! Leave me alone."
"Oops! Wrong answer!" And Steadman squeezed the schoolgirl's nipples
and pulled them upward about an inch, stretching her breasts in the
process.
"Ow! Owww! Stop!" Tiffany squealed. "OK, OK. I've never had sex with
another man willingly," Tiffany started, then stopped. How could she
tell this stranger what had happened to her? It was so humiliating, and
he would just get more turned on listening to her story. But she
plunged ahead.
"I was drugged and blackmailed by one of my teachers last year. He was
part of a ring of adults at school, and they did all kinds of nasty
things to me. Then I over the summer I was baby-sitting for my cousin,
who's 13, and he and his friends raped me. There! Are you satisfied
now, doctor?"
"Oh, it's gonna take more than that to satisfy me, sweet thing. So how
many different cocks have you had in your pussy?"
"I don't know."
"Listen, I'm trying to take a comprehensive medical history," he said
harshly. He smiled, knowing what a perversion of true medicine he was
practicing. "How many dicks?"
"Please, doctor, I really don't know. I haven't counted. A bunch, OK? A
lot. It wasn't my idea, none of it was."
"Well, that's better than I don't know," Steadman said quietly. "And
how many cocks have you sucked?"
"Same answer. A lot."
"More than 20?"
"Yes, God damn it, more than 20, probably. I told you, I was
blackmailed!" Tiffany was nearly hysterical. Here she was, opened up
and vulnerable to this cruel, manipulative man, practically paralyzed,
and having to recount her horrible past sexual experiences for his
twisted version of 20 Questions.
"Well, well," said Steadman. "She acts like Little Miss Virgin, but
she's really Little Miss Whore. I find it very hard to believe that
more that 20 guys have had their dicks in that pretty little mouth of
yours, and you didn't invite a single one in, or that a bunch of guys
have been inside that sweet cunt, and it was all unwilling. Do you
think you could sell that story to a jury, Miss Tiffany Daniels?"
"To a jury? I don't know." She was so confused by his taunting.
"It's not an idle question. Let me explain why. In just a minute I'm
going to fuck you, Miss Daniels, while you lay there helplessly on the
examining table. And then the drug is going to wear off, and you're
going to get dressed and go back to your little high school and play
Miss Queen of the Senior Class. And you're not going to breathe a word
to anyone about what happened here today. Because if you tell anyone,
and I get in trouble, there will probably be a trial. I will be the one
on trial at first, but I won't be the only one. I'll hire the toughest,
nastiest lawyer I can find, and he'll start with a full deposition of
you, my accuser, under oath. He'll get you to tell every single detail
of every sexual act you've ever participated in. Then we'll start
deposing your family members, your friends, your teachers, all to
compile the complete sexual history of Miss Tiffany Daniels, age 17. It
will all be relevant, see, to the charges against me. I'll just be
defending myself. Maybe, in the end, a jury will find me guilty. Or
maybe they'll decide that a slut like you who's had sex with so many
different guys can't be believed. Whichever way it comes out, it's a
safe bet you won't be elected Homecoming Queen. About the only vote
you'll win at your high school is the Girl Most Likely to Suck Seed!"
Steadman cackled at his joke, and Tiffany moaned. Again, she was
trapped. She would just have to endure whatever this horrible man did
to her, and take it. Take him.
"Since you've been fucked so many times in your pussy, I think I'll
take you in the ass, Princess. Have you ever had a cock up your ass?"
Before Tiffany could answer, the horny physician changed his mind. "No!
Don't answer that! I prefer to believe that your tiny little butthole
has never been violated, that mine will be the first cock to penetrate
you there. If that's not the case, I don't want you spoiling my little
fantasy."
All Tiffany could do was whimper. "Please don't. Please. I'm begging
you."
Steadman started undressing, and pulled off his shoes, socks, pants and
jockeys. His erection sprang out from his groin: stiff, huge and angry
looking. His hard-on was just inches away from her wide, terrified blue
eyes.
"It hurts so much if I put it in dry," he informed her. "It won't hurt
as bad if it's wet. Why don't you see if you can figure out what to do.
You've got five minutes." He pushed his dick up to the teenager's lips,
and Tiffany parted them, allowing him to slide inside her warm, wet
mouth.
"Thatta girl," he hissed, pushing his cock into the unwilling girl's
mouth. "Get it all nice and wet. And here's a little hint: Since I'm
gonna bury the entire length of this big boy all the way up in your
rectum, it's in your best interest to get the entire length nice and
wet. So I suggest you try deep throating me, Miss Daniels, all the way
to the balls." As he spoke, he kept feeding more and more cockmeat past
the cheerleader's lips and into the back of her mouth.
Tiffany suddenly had a brain storm. If she could make this awful
pervert cum now, in her mouth, then his cock would be too limp to fuck
her in the ass. And maybe by the time he got hard again, the drug would
be wearing off and she could escape. Accordingly, she began trying to
give Dr. Steadman the best head she possibly could, swirling her pink
little tongue over the bulbous helmet-head of his cock, slurping away
frantically, and actually trying to push her face forward to get more
of the cock into her mouth. She started to choke, but forced herself to
stop, as the doctor's dick tickled the uvula in the back of her throat.
"Just make him cum," Tiffany thought, wishing she had the power to use
her hands to tickle his balls. "Just make him cum fast."
"Ahhh, yes," Steadman moaned. "God, I LOVE being a man of medicine!"
Suddenly there was a knock on the exam room door. Both Tiffany and her
tormentor froze, although since Tiffany couldn't move anything below
her neck, the freezing was more or less in her mind. The knock boomed
again, and then the door burst open."
"Fuckin' A!" yelled one of the workmen. "Looks like the doc's got
himself a little party goin' on in here!" He stepped into the room,
followed by the other worker. The two men took in the amazing sight of
Tiffany, nude on the exam table with her legs splayed wide open, and
the doctor's cock buried in her mouth so far that his pubic hair was
tickling her face.
"Hey doc," said the second worker. "Mind if we join ya?"
"Mmppppffffff!" said Tiffany.
CHAPTER THREE
Dr. Steadman whirled around at the sound of the intruders, and his
hard-on popped out of the teenager's sweetly sucking mouth.
"Looks like you got some nice action goin' here, doc," said one
workman. "Mind if we join in?"
Steadman weighed his options in a split second. He could try to bluff
his way, tell the men to get out, and continue his ravishing of the
drugged and vulnerable girl. But if he did that, they would get pissed
and could report him, and unlike Tiffany, they were not easily
blackmailed. Or he could invite them to join him and have a turn on the
girl. It really wasn't much of a choice, he thought.
"Come on in, guys," he said. "The more the merrier. Maybe not from the
patient's standpoint, but I don't think she'll object, will you
Princess?"
Tiffany had not thought her day could get any worse than being
drugged and anally raped by a doctor during the lunch hour. But now she
realized she was going to have to service three men. And she was just
enough of a snob that somehow, in her subconscious, it was worse being
violated by common construction workers than it was by a handsome
doctor.
"Please, doctor, I'm begging you," she wailed. "Let me go. I won't
tell. I promise."
"We already discussed that. Of course you won't tell. But I've got this
condition here" - he pointed to his throbbing dick - "and I need you to
take care of it. And I don't want to be selfish, so we can share you
with these two newcomers. Names, gentlemen?"
The construction workers realized he was talking to them, and they
paused while stripping out of their overalls. "I'm Elliott," said the
shorter one, who had closely cropped red hair and a full beard. "This
here is Gary," he said, jerking a thumb at his partner, who was tall
and thin and had long, dirty blonde hair.
"I'm Dr. Steadman, but under the circumstances you can call me Michael.
And let me introduce our guest of honor, Miss Tiffany Daniels."
The cheerleader moaned and turned her head away from the burning
lustful gazes of the three men.
"Tiffany has had a little shot that more or less paralyzes her movement
from the neck down," explained Steadman. "She can, however, feel
everything that happens to her. Otherwise it wouldn't be any fun, would
it Princess?" He reached out and grabbed a nipple, which was still
jutting up from her firm young breast. He gave it a quick tug upward,
and Tiffany moaned. Was it pain, or shame, or lust? She hardly knew the
difference any more.
Tiffany turned her head back, and saw that Gary and Elliott were now
naked and approaching her. Both men were massaging their dicks, which
were growing quickly into threatening weapons.
"Here's the plan, gents," the physician said. "Since I don't have any
rubbers handy and we don't want to get the Princess pregnant, we'll be
fucking her up the ass today. She can suck on one guy while another
takes her up the ass. We'll have a little round-robin on Tiffany. Since
I set it up, I go first. Any questions?"
"Sounds great to me!" said Gary. "Man, she's fuckin' hot. How old is
she?"
"According to her chart, she's 17," said Steadman. "A high-school
senior right here at Daniels High School. And a cheerleader, no less.
Don't you just bet that all the boys at her high school follow her
around all day with drool cups under their chins, and little Princess
Tiffany just swishes her ass at them and laughs to herself."
"Yeah, she looks like a real prick teaser," said Elliott. "Only today
she's gonna be a real prick pleaser."
Tiffany tried to remain calm as the men talked about her like a piece
of meat, but it was hard. They were so cruel, and yet, she had to
admit, they were so right. She was a prick tease, she knew it, she
enjoyed it. Somehow this horrible encounter was payment, or penance or
something, for being such a cock tease. Just as she was thinking that,
Steadman jammed his cock back into her mouth, and she began sucking him
again. She could see Elliott and Gary standing right behind him,
stroking their cocks lazily with one hand, waiting their turn.
There was nothing for her to do but lay there and get fucked up the
ass, she thought.
Steadman sawed his cock in and out of the helpless girl's mouth for
several minutes; the exam room filled with wet, slurping sounds.
Tiffany had given up her plan of trying to make her cum in her mouth;
even if she managed it with one, she'd never pull it off with all
three. Soon, the doctor popped out and moved to the end of the table,
between Tiffany's widely spread, immobile legs.
"Let's scoot you down a little," he said, and grabbing her by the hips,
he pulled her pelvis down toward the end of the examining table. This
had the effect of forcing her legs apart even farther. When he was
done, Tiffany Daniels' tight little pink bumhole was right at the end
of the table, perfectly lined up for Steadman's massive dick.
"Here we go, Princess," Steadman said, and he pushed the bulbous head
of his cock up against her sphincter.
Tiffany started to cry out, but was stopped because Gary had stuffed
his cock into her mouth as soon as she opened it. He did not smell as
clean as the doctor, she thought, as he rammed his erection into her.
"Mppfffff!" she screamed, as Steadman penetrated her young asshole.
"Ohh, man, that is soooo tight!" the doctor exclaimed as he fed his
cock up the cheerleader's rectum, pushing it in inch by inch. Even
though she had lubricated the tool as best she could, Tiffany still
felt as if it was ripping her guts apart. But Gary was working up a
rhythm in her mouth even as Steadman was starting to pull back out,
then shove his erection back in again.
"Nice ass, doc?" asked Elliott.
"The finest," said Steadman. "You can't believe how tight it is. Hey
listen, since you're not doing anything except standing there yanking
your crank, why don't you change the station on that radio over there
and find us some good gang-bang music?"
"Sure thing, doc," replied the workman. He started fiddling with the
knob on the boom box, tuning it away from the light classical station.
After several spurts of static, the sound of one of the most popular
songs of the fall of 1999, Lou Bega's "Mambo No.. 5," filled the exam
room.
"One, two, three, four, five/
Everybody in the car come on let's drive ..." sang Bega.
"Yeah, keep it there, I like this," said Steadman.
Tiffany Daniels choked on the blue-collar cock that was reaming her
mouth, banging against the back of her throat. Her asshole was on fire
from Dr. Steadman's steady beat, penetrating her tiny orifice over and
over as she lay there helplessly. And now this damn song playing!
Like all high school students, Tiffany had heard the sexy Top 40 song
"Mambo No. 5" over and over. Even though cheerleading hadn't actually
started, she and some of the girls had gotten together
informally and planned a half-time routine where they would dance to
the song. They had practiced the last couple of weeks after school in
the panelled rec room in Tiffany's basement, swaying their hips sexily
and giggily as they choreographed it. Through the dim haze of the drugs
and the humiliation, it occurred to her that now this song would be
ruined for her, and that she would not be able to tell her friends why.
Every time it played and she got up to dance at half-time, she would
flash back to this awful medical examination.
"A little bit of Monica in my life/
A little bit of Erica by my side/
A little bit of Rita is all I need/
A little bit of Tina is what I see," Bega sang.
Steadman had now penetrated the poor girl's bowels completely with
his rampaging cock, and was slapping his stomach against her exposed
ass in time to the tune.Her legs were spread wide in the metal
stirrups, with her knees pulled back almost even with her big tits,
which were jiggling in time to the butt-slamming she was receiving.
Gary was working his prick in and out of her unwilling mouth, and
Tiffany just had to lay there and take it.
Suddenly and very unexpectedly, Elliott started singing along with
the tune.
" A little bit of Tiffany fuck her butt/
A little bit of Tiffany What a slut!"
Gary and Steadman burst out laughing. "Cool, man!" yelled Gary. "Sing
it, dude!"
"A little bit of Tiffany, make her squirm
A little bit of Tiffany, give her sperm!"
Eliott timed his invented verses so that he was singing them right
over the correct spots in "Mambo No. 5." Tiffany was mortified. Being
sexually used and degraded was horrible enough, but then to be laughed
at! How humiliating! How would she ever be able to join her fellow
cheerleaders at half-time and dance to this song that would, in her
mind, forever have these awful lyrics about her."
The arrival of the workmen had spoiled Steadman's plans for the girl.
He had intended to cum in her mouth first - oh yes, he knew exactly
what she was doing in trying to get him off orally - and then, after
waiting a few minutes and tormenting her, he had intended to get
himself hard again and take her in the ass. His theory was that having
just cum, he would be able to ride her ass for a good 20 to 30 minutes,
because there would be no semen built up. But the interruption by the
workers had spoiled this, and as a result, Steadman found himself on
the verge of cumming after only a few minutes of hammering his cock
into the helpless cheerleader.
"Oh, man, I'm gonna cum!" he announced to the room. Poor Tiffany could
feel the mushroom-like head of the doctor's erection swell up even
larger, and she grunted with a feeling of fullness as he rammed into
her over and over. "Oh, fuck, fuck FUCK!" he yelled, and began to empty
a torrent of boiling seed up inside the girl's rectum.
"A little bit of Tiffany, what a whore/
"A little bit of Tiffany, her backdoor," Elliott sang along with
Bega.
Tiffany gasped as she felt the penis explode in her bowels. She could
feel the monster pushing in relentlessly, gushing out spurt after spurt
of sticky semen that coated her insides. She moaned in helpless self-
pity, and quickly realized that her moaning was increasing the pleasure
she was giving to Gary's cock as it thrust into her mouth. Every time
she moaned, it was like she was giving him a "hummer." God, she
couldn't win!
"A little bit of Tiffany, in so deep/
A little bit of Tiffany, make her weep/
A little bit of Tiffany, up the bum/
A little bit of Tiffany, make her cum," sang the demented workman.
"Hey, that's a great idea!" Steadman said. He had withdrawn his dick,
which was rapidly wilting, and Tiffany's ravaged butthole gaped open.
"I'm gonna make her cum while you guys keep doing her. Gary, you come
around here and have a go at this sweet little teenaged ass. It ought
to be nice and slick and easy to fuck now that I've creamed up the
inside. Elliott, you can keep singing if you want, cause I love the way
you're doing that song, but you can have a shot at her mouth now!"
The men rotated, like members of a volleyball team after a point. Gary
pulled his cock out of Tiffany's mouth and walked around to the base of
the table, where her exposed asshole provided the perfect target for
his throbbing piece of meat. Elliott, who was humming along while Bega
sang a verse, waiting for another chorus, stepped up to Tiffany's face
at the head of the table. Dr. Steadman, his dick now drooping, leaned
over Tiffany's crotch and plunged his face hard down into her pussy.
"Ohhhhh my Godddd!" Tiffany bellowed when she felt the doc's expert
tongue make contact with her clit. The girl had been sexually revved
up, and hadn't even been how good it would feel to have her hungry
snatch stimulated.
"I got a little change of plans, babe," Elliott informed her. "I can
get my chick to suck my dick any old day, but she won't give me a
rimjob no matter what. Since you don't have much of a say in things,
why don't you stick that sweet tongue of yours right up Uncle Elliott's
nasty old asshole?" With that, the construction worker turned around,
presenting his backside to Tiffany's face, and spread his cheeks with
both hands. Tiffany was staring right into his horrible asshole.
"Do it, princess!" Steadman ordered. "Or I'll grab those nipples in
some tweezers and let you feel some real pain!"
Hating her powerlessness, Tiffany stuck her tongue out, and Elliot
shuffled backward, impaling the girl's tongue deep up his ass. "Oh
yeah, baby, work that mouth! Ream my ass!"
"A little bit of Tiffany, suckin' ass/
A little bit of Tiffany, got no class/
A little bit of Tiffany, she's so young/
A little bit of Tiffany, what a tongue!"
The three men all laughed uproariously at Elliott's sick satire of
"Mambo No. 5." Gary was hammering away on the spread-eagled
adolescent's ass, but his cock didn't hurt nearly as bad as the first
one because her anal opening was now well-greased with semen. Steadman
used his hands to pry apart her sticky labia, and worked his tongue
frantically up and down Tiffany's ever-stiffening clit. She could feel
her pussy juices flowing freely now, running downward and further
lubricating the cock that was reaming her asshole. Elliott sang loudly
and lewdly, wiggling his hips from side to side while encouraging
Tiffany to dig ever deeper with her tongue.
"A little bit of Tiffany, what a girl/
A little bit of Tiffany, do that swirl."
She knew he was referring to the way she was swirling her tongue up
inside his disgusting ass. But she no longer cared, about the rimjob
she was being forced to give, or the forced fucking she was enduring.
All of Tiffany Daniels' attention was focused on her pussy,
specifically on her clit, which Dr. Steadman was flicking back and
forth with his tongue, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.
"Mmmmmmmmm, ohhhh, mmmmmmm!" she moaned, giving a little anal thrill to
Elliott.
"Oh, man, I'm gonna shoot inside the bitch!" Gary shouted, and for the
second time that day Tiffany felt a male penis swell inside her ass and
begin to convulse. The feeling of fullness, which at first had been
painful, was now part of the overall sexual experience, and closely
associated in her reeling mind with the powerful feelings radiating
from her young crotch.
"Ohhhh! Ohhh!" Tiffany was practically yelling into Elliott's ass as
her orgasm approached. "Hey, buddy, let her vocalize!" Steadman told
Elliott, who at first didn't understand what he meant, but who then
stepped away.
"Ohh, yessss, that feels so gooood!" Tiffany wailed, her mouth free for
the first time in quite a while. "Yes! Yes Yes!" The only thing she
could move was her head, and now, without even knowing what she was
doing, she began lifting it and dropping it to the table. "Don't stop!
Don't stop!" she screamed.
Steadman reached down with his thumb and rammed it up inside her pussy
while he sucked on her clit as hard as he could. It sent the
cheerleader careening over the edge, driving her into a fierce orgasm.
Her nipples were as hard as rocks, her chest went bright red, and she
pounded the back of her head over and over onto the table. "God! God!
Jesus! Jesus! Fuck! Fuck!" she screamed as her pussy convulsed over and
over.
"Man, she's havin' a head-bangin' orgasm," Gary observed, watching the
youngster's spasms.
After about 20 seconds, Tiffany quieted. It was Elliott's turn at her
ass, but by this point, it was almost anti-climactic for everyone.
Except Elliott, of course. He began plunging into the girl as hard and
as fast as he could. Steadman, his face all greasy with her love
juices, bent down and began nibbling her clit again, and Tiffany
rocketed quickly to a second orgasm, then a third, then a fourth. She
felt the third cock of the day start to cum inside of her, and this
time she had a simultaneous orgasm with the singing workman, who was no
longer singing, just turning red in the face and grunting loudly.
Finally, they were done. Steadman told the workers that the drug would
be wearing off soon, and they dressed and cleared out, but not before
each gave her a deep and lingering French kiss that disgusted Tiffany
all over again. By the time she was able to twitch her legs a little,
Steadman too was dressed, once more looking professional.
"The drugs are wearing off, Princess, but remember our deal. Not a word
to anyone, or I'll drag your past sexual history out for the whole
world to see. I think a little bitch that cums as hard as you just did
has some real experience that a 17-year-old wouldn't want everyone to
know about."
"I won't tell, I promise," Tiffany told the doc, as she realized she
could flex fingers. In 20 minutes, she was dressed, and Steadman was
helping her off the table, making sure she could stand and walk
properly before he let her get in her car and drive. He didn't want her
driving with the drug still impairing her motor coordination.
"After all," he thought with a smile, "that would be irresponsible."
THE END
"Are you crazy?
Are you high?
Or just an ordinary guy?
Have you done all you can do?
Are you with me, doctor?"
Steely Dan
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THE GREGSONS, a serial taleBy Erosscribe Copyfeft 2007 No Rights Reserved This story carries a copyleft. It can be modified and reprinted anywhere and in any form the reader feels would be appropriate. I would prefer that no one do so for profit, as I am giving this freely. Any published reprint or reinvention of this work must be copylefted as well, and I must be cited. Personally, I would be grateful if you dropped me a note at [email protected], as Im fascinated as to where the work might go and how it might be reinvented. Thanks. This work is dedicated to Shannon, Cass, Karly, Kayla, Danielle, Britt, Jess, Alanna and last but certainly not least, Nikki.Story Characters Elmer Vanderhoven, 68Gudrun Vanderhoven, 62Richard/Sunbird Smith 1945-1982Susan Henderson/Moonflower Smith 1945-1982Mary Smith (nee Vanderhoven), 41Bob Smith, 45Me (John Smith), 18Abigail Smith, 43Adam Grossberg, 46Lauren Smith-Grossberg, 20Lisa Vanderhoven / Anneliese Gregson, 35Archibald Gregson III, 63 Amelia Gregson, 15Amanda Gregson, 13Melinda and Melissa Gregson, (twins) 11Llewellyn Gregson (Lil), 9 Rolf Pflaumzeit, 38Clara Pflaumzeit, 36 Ione Pflaumzeit, 14Hannah and Heidi Pflaumzeit (twins), 10 Hiltraud Berg (Pflaumzeit former Nanny), 52Olga Teufelhausen (Gregson former Nanny), 57Robert aka James aka Alfred Harrington, 66 (Chauffeur) Reginald Butler, 55 (Butler)Jacques Bellamont, 33 (Chef)Brynja Bjartursdottir, 22 (Housekeeper)Unnur Bjartursdottir, 21 (Housekeeper)Soleil Bingham, 19 (Gardener)Zoe Griffiths, 20 (Islander/Gardener) In This Chapter:Me (John Smith), 18Soleil Bingham, 19 (Gardener)Robert aka James aka Alfred Harrington, 66 (Chauffeur)Chapter III: The Limousine RideAs soon as Robert opened the limo door, I just crashed. Id been up since 5 AM, I hadnt gotten much sleep the night before and I was done. All I wanted was some sleep before we got to New York. I let my body fall forward onto the long black leather bench seat, feeling my face hit the softest, buttery-est surface Id every experienced. "So this is how rich people live," I thought. "I could get used to this." Then the leather spoke. "Mmmmmmmm- that feels nice. You can stay there for as long as you want." This was followed by a beautiful, soft laugh, almost like the ringing of a bell. Scrambling up to a sitting position, I was greeted with "Surprise! Im Soleil Bingham (as in Cirque du) and youve already met my thigh. "Another beautiful laugh escaped her lips. My eyes adjusting to the dim light, I was able to make out the speaker. She was lovely, in a coltish sort of way. Think of Liv Tyler in Stealing Beauty and youll get an idea. She was wearing a lavender cotton sarong dress with a pattern of people all over it, people of all colors and shapes. It had to be the sheerest cotton Ive ever seen, and with the air conditioning on her little hard nipples were clearly visible through the material. "Yes, those are my nipples, silly boy. They say hello as well. " She giggled at me as I turned a deep scarlet. "To think, youve met my thigh and nipples already and you havent even introduced yourself." I try to be suave. "Hi, Im John Smith." Unfortunately, my voice cracks between John and Smith., prompting a laugh from both of us. "I have a favor to ask, John Smith." Soleil said mischievously. "Could you stop being such a boy and describe the rest of me to your readers? " I sit, silently embarrassed as Soleil grabs the notebook. Heres what she writes: "She also has lovely hazel eyes, which at the moment seem to have a greenish tint, and long, thick black dreads about 3/4 of the way down her back. Its hard to tell as shes sitting down, but I would guess shes about 58". Taking a quick scan of her body I would imagine her to be about 125 130 pounds, and the abovementioned nipples rest on top of creamy breasts that are no bigger than 32b. If today is representative, Soleil appears to be allergic to underwear. Much better," she says with a grin, as the notebook is tossed back in my lap. An awkward silence ensues, but Soleil finally breaks it which was good, since my brain had pretty much shut down."So, it seems well be seeing a lot of each other, as Im starting my first year at Hampshire this fall too. Heres my deal: I went to Stuyvesant, got into Hampshire a year ago March, and realized that I went straight to college after high school I would lose my mind. So I got deferred for a year, went and hiked in Nepal, Bhutan and Tibet for a few months, and when it got cold I convinced one of my friends parents to let me crash in their beachfront condo in Bora Bora for awhile. I worked as a bartender on the beach and then came back to Manhattan right after New Years. My parents live in the same building as the Gregsons and theyve been friends forever. They laid down this heavy trip about how I wasnt going to live in their house and do nothing, so Anneliese gave me a job. I think the whole hippie look really works for her, and since she knows my family its like slumming minus the danger. "I take a deep breath, figuring I should return serve, when she stops me. "I have a better game," she says with twinkling eyes. "Let me guess things about you and you can tell me if Im right. "Lets see: Youre a virgin, and you had an incredibly bad gf relationship when you were 13. Im thinking the infamous blowjob with braces deal, but thats just a guess. You made out with your swoonworthy lesbian older cousin. You say you arent really interested in relationships because it would interfere with making art, but yet you really dont want to be a virgin anymore. You hope this summer can change that. You go to an alternative school, where you are interested in fine and visual arts and are captain of a very ad hoc volleyball team. You thought the 18 year-old version of Anneliese was hot. Currently your favorite album is Mikas Life in Cartoon Motion and you are reading The Dancing Wu Li Masters by Gary Zukav because your Dad gave it to you. Did I miss anything?" My mouth drops open as I manage to croak, "Have you been spying on me?" "Well, not exactly spying, just taking advantage of an invitation. "What do you mean?" "Think, you cute boy you - I know you can. We are both what?" Head spinning, I mutter "Going to Hampshire." "And whats on the Hampshire website?" "The forum for incoming students/ class of 11.""Right.""And when you post on the forum (and you post a lot), what do you always invite people to do? I suddenly get it at least some of it. "Add me to their facebook or myspace friends." "And whats on your myspace account? "My..oh Christ, my blog.""Ding ding ding! You win the prize." I recover enough to feign outrage. "What do you do, just roam around Myspace reading random blogs?" "No, only those of hot virgin boys who have 50 question gf applications," she grins wickedly. Now I drop my head, unable even to look at Soleil, yet as I do so I feel myself getting hard. She leans down and whispers in my ear "I think you\re pretty hot, but itll be hard for me to answer some of those questions with you all hunched over like that." As exhausted as I am, I sit straight up, slamming my head into the back of the seat, and causing her to giggle. "Easy boy, Im not going anywhere," she smiles. "You seem fond of my nipples would you like to touch them?" Without waiting for an answer, Soleil takes my left hand and puts it on her breast. "What are you doing?" I hiss. "Robert will see!" "Not an exhibitionist, eh? Well work on that. But for now" She hits a button on the armrest and a sheet of glass rises closing off the space between the front and back seats, running all the way from the top of the front seatback to the headliner. "So?" I whisper. He can still see us. " "Alright, alright," Soleil groans. She hits another button and I watch the glass turn from clear, to opaque, to brown and finally to black." For you Ill even switch off the video camera." Another button is pushed and I hear a motor whirring down. "You are ruining most of Alfreds fun, you realize." Soleil looks severely at me. "What do you mean by most?" I ask. "Well, if you havent figured it out yet Hes a voyeur." "And?" I prompt. In response, Soleil begins to whistle my favorite song from when I was five -- N Syncs "Bye, Bye Bye" ( Hey, I was 5.) Im so confused I stammer, "Huh? What? You want me to stop touching you? Didnt you?" She laughs her bell-like laugh again. "Homonyms, dear boy, homonyms." The light finally goes on in my head " Oh! You mean Robert? She cuts me off. " And Archibald, and Anneliese, and Brynja and Reginald and Jacques and yes, even moi." "You all?" I say, a bit stunned. Soleil replies, "Dont you know that the rich are the kinkiest people alive? They can afford to be. Rules dont apply to them. Or at least they think they dont." Suspiciously I ask, "Wait- arent you just the gardener ? How do you know all of these things?" "Lets just say Im a very specialized gardener. I take very good care of bushes and have a special talent for making things grow," Soleil grins mischievously. As I open my mouth to respond, she slips the top of her sarong dress off of her shoulders and slides her nipple into my mouth. Without even thinking about it I begin to suck. She sighs happily, looking over at me. "What a good boy you are." I try to smile as I suckle, my hand reaching out to rub her other breast, as she trails her fingers down my shirt. Lower and lower they go, resting on the button to my jeans, as I begin to pinch and squeeze her other nipple with my hand She moans low, pushing her lovely 32a boobs into my hands "Hips up!" she orders. I raise my hips and Soleil gently but quickly pulls my jeans and boxers down to my knees. I stop sucking and begin to twist and pull both nipples with my hands, kissing her hard, exploring her mouth with my tongue. She growls deep into my mouth and I realize that a girl is about to touch my circumcised cock for the first time. I am harder and hotter than Ive ever been, as so I kiss and tug more, wanting her to feel at least as good as I do. The very minute her velvet soft hand touches my cockhead I cum hard, body thrashing, shooting all over her hand and the glass partition. I pull away from her, put my head in my hands and begin to cry. Slowly she drapes an arm around my back, asking sweetly "Hey, hey, hon. Whats wrong?" I sob "You were wrong about the blowjob.. No...ones.. ever... before You seem.. so experienced and now you probably think Im some sort of baby." At this point I dissolve into tears. Soleil holds me tight, whispering, Its ok. Its ok.. Its ok I was really the first person to touch it? Im honored sweetie I think you are gorgeous and smart and you have a beautiful cock, and no, I dont think youre a baby. Did you ever touch a girls breast before? " Ive seen them, I reply honestly, but yours are the first." "Wow." is all she can say. Soleil looks at me gently and says, "I have an idea. Lets get you out of the rest of these clothes, and Ill just play with you tonight." At this comment my cock spring to life again. "Seems like someone likes the idea," Soleil giggles. I stop her and say, " Ill only get naked if youll join me." " I thought youd never ask." She wiggles out of the bottom of her sarong dress and sits next to me, pulling my rugby shirt over my head. I look at the gorgeous girl sitting next to me and whisper "Are you an exhibitionist?" She winks, and to my own disbelief, I reach over and hit the button that activates the camera. Soleil breaks out into a big smile, and pulls me to her, holding me tight. " Hold on a sec, " she exclaims. Grabbing her bag and rifling through it, she pulls out a thick sheaf of papers. " Here are the important ones, for right now," she says., handing me the top two. The first says Soleil Bingham and has a list of what seem to be medical tests, all marked negative or within normal range. The second has my name and the same list of tests, with a few exceptions. My results are all marked negative or within normal range as well. " STD and HIV/AIDS testing, silly. We all get them done every six weeks just to be sure. Were all clean, including you. We were pretty sure about you, but we needed the evidence. Soleil gives me a reassuring smile. "But.Huh? What? I dont remember being tested." Soleil lightly runs her nails up and down my chest as I moan. " Do you remember how the school asked you to go to a different doctor for your physical? They said that they were thinking of hiring a second school physician, and since you were known to be fairly healthy, it would give them a chance to observe this doctors work without any major complicating factors?" I nod, trying to figure out what comes next. " Remember how the doctor seemed to work very slowly? How he seemed to take more blood than usual? When you questioned him he replied he was just being thorough?" "Yes," I say slowly as Soleil moves to rubbing my back. " Well, that was the HIV/STD battery, and here are the results." " "But thats illegal! Those results are confidential!" I say in righteous outrage. "Remember what I said before, John. Nothings illegal f you have enough money. Anneliese found someone she thought might be receptive, a name your mother gave her, actually -- and he was." " My mother??" " Everything will become clear in time, John." "I want the whole story!" I say furiously. Now!" " When we get to the house, I promise.. " Most of the story is Annelieses to tell, in any case. Just one more thing." She rummages in her bag once more and pulls out a laminated card on a lanyard. The card has my name and a rainbow with a smiley face under it. " Lil designed it," she chuckles. It lets everyone know that you are safe to play with. You only get one, so take good care of it." My mind flashes back to last fall. " Thats what I found in Moms bedroom drawer." Soleil looks alarmed." What did she tell you?" " She told me it was from a revolutionary feminisms conference she attended, where it was posited that pacifism is the only true feminist path toward ending patriarchy, as physical violence is located in the male. I still remember the Audre Lorde quote she shared with me. " The masters tools will never bring down the masters house." Soleil nods approvingly. " Your mom is not only brilliant, she thinks fast as well, I see. But now to the real question, "Why were you in your mothers bedroom in the first place?" I blush and stammer, muttering, "I was liberating a toy." "Liberating, eh" Soleil fixes me with a gaze. " I thought you were a virgin. " Why do you think I needed a toy?" She laughs her bell-like laugh. " Touch. Now tell me about this toy."" It.. um is a vibrator and it fits me perfectly. 5 different sorts of pulses and about 8 speeds. It feels wonderful." I cant believe Im telling anybody this, but before I can say anything else I feel Soleils tongue licking my cockhead. " As good as this?" she asks. No- mmmmm-- please dont stop, I plead." She giggles and goes back to licking, putting my hand on her pussy. Just play with it, sweetie. Whatever comes to mind." "I tentatively rub one finger up and down her slit and am rewarded with a moan. I try rubbing the outer lips and she speeds up on her licking of my cock. I pinch the outer lips, watching them swell, and rub my guitar playing thumbnail along the edge along the edge of the lips as she hisses along my cock, beginning to thrust her hips toward my finger. I feel a surge of pride, knowing I can do this to girl, as a button is pressed and I feel the back of the bench seat fold down, until we are lying on a large black leather bed. Soleil stops and rolls to her back, spreading her legs wide and smiling up at me. "You are very good for a first-timer, you know that?? Now its lesson time." Feel all over my cunt. See how wet it is?" I run my fingers along and notice that it is sopping. "Thats all you, sweetie." She grins. Now, I want you to feel around for a little hole, an opening in all of the folds. I do as Im told. "Slide a finger in there. I start to, tentatively. It is the most wonderful feeling the world - like hot, wet velvet." " Its ok, hun, you can slide deeper. Ohhhhhh.. Keep going. Please. Twist the finger back and forth. Further in. Ahhhh. In and out now." Shes moaning and wriggling. Faster. Deeper. Put another finger in." I look up quizzically. "Just do it, dammit. I slide another one in next to the first and begin to pump them in and out, harder now- not sure if this is ok. "YESSSSS.. Keep doing exactly that. Harder.. Deeper Fuck me." Soleil is chanting Harder, deeper, Fuck me" over and over again like a mantra, and so I begin to jam my fingers in and out of her. I look at her face and realize I am about to make a girl cum. Not sure what to do, take a "third finger and slide it in next to the first two, as she screams and begins to shake, her pussy contracting all over my hand. I pumping my fingers in and out, over and over again, as much as I can while she spasms. A rollercoaster-type pattern emerges. Shell go up and up and up and then over, but if I catch her just in time I can make her go higher before she comes down. So I keep her on this ride, watching her cum and writhe and moan. I run my pinky along the outside of her pussy until I come to a bump, just underneath the surface. My anatomy class lessons taught me that this is the clitoris and it has many many nerve endings. I wait 'til my fingers have got her at the top of the rollercoaster and lean down and take the little pouch in my mouth, sucking hard on it. Soleil absolutely EXPLODES, screaming and bucking and moaning and gasping, cumming over and over and over again. Im a little scared, actually, but I slide my fingers out of her, let go of her pouch and put my mouth to her pussy, licking up all of the juices I can find Its nothing like I expected she tastes like a cross between pineapple juice and a mango, which happen to be two of my favorite things in the world. I lick and suck all over, wanting more, until she suddenly pushes my head away and pulls me up on her, al in the same motion. " Did I do something wrong?" I ask, worried. " Wrong? Oh god, no. You are incredible. That was absolutely,, amazingly wonderful," Soleil gasps as her breathing slowly returns to normal. "Where did you learn to do that?" I just watched you and tried stuff like you said." I havent cum that hard in months.. My god, you are a treasure. Would you do me a favor and kiss me so I can taste myself?" Oooh- I like that idea," I reply. " You taste wonderful, though. Kinda like a mix of pineapple juice and mangoes."" Shut up and kiss me." I go to kiss her gently, but she grabs my head and holds it there, kissing me hard, shoving her tongue in my mouth and exploring, sucking her juices off my tongue until I respond and kiss her fiercely. It seemed like we were locked in this position for at least twenty minutes. I reached out to rub her 32a breasts and she moaned into my mouth, nodding to let me know it was ok. I must have explored every single crevice of her mouth, and she mine, before we broke the kiss and stared at each other, panting. For a small woman she was surprisingly strong, and she tossed me on my back, turned to face me and hunched over my cock, sliding down it until I was buried in her. It was the most wonderful feeling Ive ever had. So tight and warm and wet and. She starts bouncing like shes on the horse rides outside Kmart. Ohhh Myyyy Goddd! I pretend Im a calliope pony and thrust up to meet her as she comes down. That feels even better, and I hear her moan, so I keep doing it, fast and then slow, all the while encased the warmest, wettest tunnel Ive ever felt. Soleil reaches forward and grabs my shoulders, and I immediately put my mouth to her nipples and begin to suck. Im not sure where that came from - it seemed like a hard-wired response. In the middle of this crazed fucking, an image of Chubby Checker ( Im a big fan of the old Ed Sullivan show) comes into my mind, and I wonder what would happen if I tried to twist my hips. I need to cum now more than I ever have, and this might just do the trick. I twist my hips hard back and forth and feel my cock brush Soleils clit. She goes absolutely still for a second and then squeezes my cock hard with her pussy. I begin to cum, growling and hissing, cumming harder and longer and more voluminously I than Ive ever cum in my life She throws her head back, howls, and begins to cum all over again, rocking and shaking and bucking and screaming, drenching my cock in her juices, which sets me off all over again. I disappear in to cumming-space for awhile, just floating and feeling. When I begin to come back to myself, I look over at the gorgeous woman in front of me. She is gasping and panting and smiling as she flops forward onto my chest, my cock softening inside her. Soleil looks at me, her eyes glistening, and whispers " You are a fucking natural, arent you?" The unintended double entendre makes us both laugh as I take her I my arms. You aint seen nothing yet, baby," I growl as I hold her tight. "What does that mean," she asks seductively? "I have no clue," I shrug. It just seemed like the right thing to say in the moment." Soleil rolls off me as we both burst out laughing. As the laughter subsides, she turns to me and asks " Now where did you learn to do THAT, young man? " I blush and say, " State fairs and the Ed Sullivan Show." "Huh?" In my best John Facenda imitation I intone, "Everything will become clear in time, Soleil," and stick out my tongue.We snuggle together, and then she looks up at me and quietly asks "Would you tell me about the gf disaster, sweetie? I dont understand how anyone could not be helplessly in love with you." She leans in and kisses my cheek. "Hold on a sec, love -- theres something I have to try." Soleil looks hurt until I climb between her legs and begin to carefully and gently lick her pussy, cleaning out all of our mixed juices. She sighs and stretches, cat-like, as I point my tonguetip into every nook and cranny, making sure she is perfectly clean. I lean up and kiss her, feeding her our admixture, saying Service with a smile." Soleil grins and kisses me deep and gently, lazily taking my offering. " "Now its my turn," she says with a wicked grin. I smile back and crawl over behind her head, sitting up on my knees and feeding her my cock.. "Ooo I like this idea." As she starts to lick I begin. "The gf disaster story. Well, her name was Polly and we met in the spring of 8th Grade. I was still going to school in Berkeley then. She was new to Berkeley, having just moved there that fall and pretty much kept to herself. We were friends first, and we just liked being around each other. She was cute and funny and smart. I remember walking down the hall with and holding hands, leaving notes in each others lockers, - innocent stuff. Soleil lets my cock out of her mouth long enough to murmur "I love the way you tell stories." " "Isnt my cock clean by now, woman?" I kiddingly bark. ""It can always be cleaner," Soleil gives me a big smile and returns to her ministrations. I moan quietly and rub her head. "Back to Polly. She wasnt physical at all. No cuddling or hugging, just handholding. We have one of those school in-service days coming up,, the ones where you only go for the morning and get out at lunch time. Being the bad kids we are, Polly and I decide we will both forget to tell our parents that its only a half day and hang out together that afternoon. Walk around Berkeley, go to the park, something fun. No real plan. Soleil lets my cock out of her mouth, explaining " My lips and tongue are starting to hurt., sweetie. You wouldnt think I was too much of a freak if I just played with it, would you? I just really like having it around," she giggles. "I like this news. Play away," I grin broadly. So its a beautiful day in Berkeley and Polly and I end up in Peoples Park. Were just quietly sitting there on a park bench when she cuddles up to me and puts her head on my shoulder. This seems like a positive development to me, so I wait for a bit, and then turn my head and lean in to kiss her. Before I can get close to her lips, she grabs me by the shoulders, stands me up, knees me in the solar plexus and then hits me with a perfect right cross, snapping my head back. I think I was unconscious before my body hit the bike path." Soleil pulls me down to her. "Honey, thats horrible. Im so sorry." " Thats not even the bad part - it gets worse." " Really?" So I come to, and theres a crowd of people around me. Joggers, Park Police, an ambulance some passerby called. All kinds of people. Its at this point that the city police come over and inform me that Polly is accusing me of attempting to rape her, and I need to come down to the station." "WHAT???" " I stroke Soleils face. " Its ok. Im still here right?" So I go down to the station, and the cops cal my parents, and Mom gets ahold of her favorite Marxist attorney who is then dispatched to represent me." "Huh?" "Yup. So there I am with my lawyer and the police, and they begin to question me about why I did it. I reply I didnt do anything. They ask why someone would be accusing me if I didnt do anything. I reply I dont know. This goes around and around, and Im getting more and more scared the longer the questioning goes on. After about two hours of this, my lawyer is informed that Polly and her family are dropping all charges. The explanation came much later. It seems that after Polly knocked me cold she was afraid I would press assault charges, so she figured she should make something up before I woke up " Um, hun- that doesnt really answer the major question here -- why did she knock you out in the first place? "Its actually really sad. It turned out that Polly was from Toledo, and when she was eleven she was kidnapped from a park in the middle of the day, dragged into an alley and raped. Her family tried to stay in Toledo but it was too hard for her, so they moved out to Berkeley. I was the first person Polly had gotten close to since the kidnapping. Somehow, when we were sitting in the park, between the time of day, the angle of the light and the way I leaned I to kiss her," " "Polly had a flashback, thought you were the kidnapper and kicked the shit out of you," Soleil finishes glumly, pulling me tight against her body. Im so sorry I made fun of you before - that is the worst bad relationship story I ever heard,. Im sorry you had to go through that. You dont have to worry about me, though. I love sex -- and I especially like it with you.," I blush as I feel myself getting hard. " Are you still wet, hun?" " I wasnt until you just got hard again- but here, feel. I reach down and check her pussy with my hand, rubbing my palm over her mound and then sliding a finger inside. "Mmmmm you are nice and wet. I slide my finger out and suck the juices off. Sliding down, I begin to play some more, just exploring the mystery of it all. A slit to play with, to run my fingers up and down. Unimaginable such a thing could ever open, but it does. A public bone to press on as Soleil emits a groan. The loveliest, pinkest outer lips to pinch, rub and lick, I think, as I slide my tongue along it. Folds upon folds upon folds opening, puffing up like a flower blooming. Soleil moans as I keep exploring., moving to the inner lips, watching them engorge as I lick and rub, feeling Soleil begin to thrash. " Not yet honey, Ive got much more in store for you," I smile wickedly. Slowly I lick around the entrance to the pussy, finding the clit hood with the other hand and gently pushing it back as my tongue trails down and away from her pussy opening. "Hands and knees, my sweet," I whisper. As this beautiful girl climbs to her hands and knees I run my tongue up her crack, circling her asshole as I slide a finger around and around the opening to her pussy, and then sliding both my tongue and finger in at the same time, gently fucking her. Soleil moans and thrashes as I think again and slide my finger out of her to better concentrate on exploring her asshole, flicking my tongue all about. She looks back at me and moans, "fingers." "I hold up a fist and she nods frantically. Putting the fist against her opening I work my tongue in deeper and deeper, wiggling it until it fills her. I slowly rock my fist at her pussy opening as I begin to tongue fuck her ass, feeling resistance at first but then release as her pussy opens up, letting all of my fist in as I work her ass faster and faster, my whole fist now inside her pussy, rocking back and forth. Changing things up a bit, I slide my tongue out as my fist goes deeper, up to the wrist know, and then pull back with my fist as my tongue drives deep inside her, one hole always full. I fuck her fast and deep now as I feel her come closer and closer to the edge, whining and squealing, squeezing her ass tight around my fist and cumming in a gigantic explosion of juice and sound. As her ass spasms her pussy relaxes and my tongue thrusts all the way in, setting her off again, rocking her back and forth as she cums, each successive cum longer and harder until they meld into one continuous buck and scream,. As she reaches her absolute height she propels herself across the bed,, yanking my tongue out of her with a pop, tightening her pussy on my fist and using it as a lever, so that I land in front of her on my side and her head crashes into my rib cage. As I look up I see that Soleils eyes are wet and she is still spasming on my fist. As she stops shaking she very slowly pulls my fist out of her and crawls into the corner, sobbing. I crawl over to her, concerned, " Soleil, hun?" but she refuses to even look at me. Finally she speaks. " I dont know if you can understand this, John, but I have two things to say to you. Dont ever do that to me again. Never ever ever stop doing that. I have never cum so hard in my life, or so often. I actually thought I wouldnt stop, ever, that I had been turned into a cumming machine. It was wonderful and horrible all at the same time. Soleil turns to face me. You pushed me to the edge of my sanity, and now I know I can go that far. Soleil collapses against my chest as I stroke her hair. " Ive had one set of fingers in there a few years ago, hun, but usually my ass is exit only. You couldnt have known that - and Im so glad you didnt. Can I try something?" " Whatever you want, lover." Soleil grabs my head and kisses me hard pushing my mouth open and sucking my tongue. " Hmm. A little funky, but not nearly as bad as I expected, " she winks. John, I know we just met and we just had sex, and its such a clich, but I think Im falling in love with you.. Is that, um. alright?" Soleils whole body blushes and she curls into a ball, afraid of my answer. Choked up, I whisper, "Only if its alright for me to be falling in love with you too, " and grin. Her whole body relaxes and unfolds as she slides me on top of her, wrapping her arms around me and stroking my face. We lie there, silently wrapped in each other, grinning idiotically. This lasts for at least a half hour, until I notice the limo pulling off the Interstate and into a small town, finally stopping by a row of bushes in a darkened park. Soleil feels me tense up and strokes my forehead. "Its OK, hun. Robert just wants some fun too. Go up to the front for a bit. I promise Im not going anywhere," she smiles dreamily.Reluctantly, I climb out of the back se and walk up to the front, sliding in next to Robert. Looking over, I notice he has his pants around his ankles, his hard cock out, and is stroking like as madman. " Master John, not all of us are as young and handsome as you are. Some, like me, must take their pleasures where they can. May I ask a favor? Would you stroke my hard cock for me?" After considering the offer for a moment, I reach out and make a loose fist, gently sliding it up and down Roberts cock. " Ohh yess, dear boy, that is lovely. Please keep going. There is something I need to tell you. As part of my agreement with Master Archibald, I get summers off. You are my final pickup until the family returns home in August. You and Soleil will be driving this summer, though not the limousine, of course. That gets parked for the summer..Mmmmmmm- yesss, So close." I bend down and kiss the head of Roberts cock, causing him to cum against the roof of my mouth. "Yesss dear boy that was wonderful. You have made an old man very happy." I hold as much cum I my mouth as I can and kiss Robert, feeding it back to him.. " After we break the kiss, I look down at his groin. "Robert, even if you think you are old, your cock seems not to know it. Its still semi-hard," I grin wickedly. With an embarrassed smile Robert replies, My ability to cum more than once is one of the things I pride myself on, Master John."" Let me get this straight. You are a servant, and have to follow my orders, correct? "Robert sighs, Yes, Master John." Do you pride yourself on your ability to focus even when many things are happening around you?" " Why yes, Master John." "Then drive Soleil and I home." "As you wish, Master John." The moment we pay the toll and get back on the Interstate, I lean over and take Roberts cock in my mouth, licking and sucking it. " Why Master John I shouldnt - you shouldnt well, at least give me a moment to turn off the cameras. " I stop for a second as Robert flicks a switch, look him straight in the eye and say " you will not cum until we are parked in the garage, understood?" "Why, y-y-y-yes Master John." I lick al over Roberts uncircumcised cock, first pulling back the skin and licking all over the head, and then using my lips to hum up and down the shaft. I do everything I can think of, thoroughly enjoying myself. I lick and nibble the underside of the head, rub and kiss his balls, try deepthroating him (which isnt all that successful as my gag reflex gets in the way) slide my tongue in his peehole and lick under his balls. I can feel him getting harder and harder and closer and closer, so I squeeze his cock hard to stop him and then start all over again. Somehow the limo stays on the road as we enter Manhattan, at which point I lick up and down faster and stroke his balls I gently tickle his taint with a finger from the other hand, and as we enter the underground parking lot for 10 Gracie Square I slide a finger in Roberts asshole, causing him to shoot explosively and repeatedly into my mouth. Hungrily I drink up all I can and then kiss him, letting him taste himself. He zips up and tucks in, trying to look presentable, and together we walk over to the back seat. Soleil lies Robert down o our leather bed, undresses him completely, even going so far as to remove a thong from his ass, and gives him a fresh set of clothes -- A pair of boxer shorts, Khaki pants, a three button Polo, and tan loafers. I look at Robert and ask " Where are you going for the summer?" He replies, " No one knows, and no one ever will. I am officially on vacation." Wit that he walks over to one of the most beautiful Jaguars I have ever seen. Its a 1973 British Racing Green V12 E Series convertible. Starting it up and giving us one last wave, he drives away. Soleil takes a laundry bag, put Roberts uniform in it, and grabs my bags. Before I can protest she links her arm in mine and walks us to the elevator, which happens to be open. As it heads up toward Anneliese and Archibalds floor, she shoves me into the corner and kisses me madly, but with enough control that we look somewhat respectable as the doors open and I ring Anneliese and Archibalds doorbell.End Chapter IIITo Be Continued |
Sam Ped in,
"The Picture Frame"
by Pedro Vila
It was a dark and stormy night. At least, that's how my dreams kept playing out. Dark figures looking to off me. Villagers with torches chasing me to a windmill. Everyone willing to turn me in.
I get my bad nights like everybody else.
Times in my waking world were not much better. Public opinion was shifting again. Mostly because it was an election year. Types like me weren't wanted around. Even the police, who knew I was a strait shooter, were hassling me lately.
I was an admitted pedophile.
Hey, I started out like everybody else. I fooled around as a kid with the girls on my block. Clumsy kissing and touching. But as I grew older, my girl friends didn't. In high school I got away with quietly dating the grade school girls, but in college, it blew up in my face.
I ended up on probation and had to keep my nose clean for the duration. I dated girls, my age, some of them innocent and childish at heart, others small and flat chested who'd shave themselves for me.
But it just didn't do it for me.
I stayed clean and joined the police force. I liked helping people, it felt good. I was a good cop. But word got around and I was out on my ass after five good years with my nose clean.
That's when I moved to another city. That's when I became a private eye.
I had a good run since. I've helped some people, others I couldn't. I've had a few lovers, the kind I needed. I took a lot of punches, and gave a few back.
The local police force accepted me grudgingly. I was able to get things done that they couldn't touch. Oh sure, most of them wanted to see me dead, but a few figured that it was more of a cross than a compulsion for me.
That was then. This is now.
No business, a civil lawsuit, no money, and now my license is about up. Yeah, life was a real hoot.
What do you say when a small korean girl comes in dressed like a hooker, and goes for your lap?
"You Sam Ped. You find my brother." she demanded in comical broken english. "I pay you sex. You find my brother then."
I dumped her off onto the floor. "Whoa, kiddo. I don't work that way. Go sit there." I motioned toward the chair across from my desk.
She bounced back onto me like a superball. "You like young girl. I young girl. You can have me now." It was like the worst stereo type from a movie. I was expecting her to say 'Me so horny' any minute. I stood, picking her up. She wrapped her little arms around me like I was going to kiss her. Then there was that confusion as I dropped her outside my door and started to shut it.
An arm and a leg came back through to stop me and she started to yammer, "No! I stay. I like you. You handsome man. You like me. I be your girl friend." I opened the door and put my foot on her chest and gave her a good shove, slammed the door and locked it.
She talked at me through the door for a good ten minutes before she gave up and left.
Why didn't I take it? It smelled fishy to me. She was more concerned about the sex part than her brother. And this week there's a sale on entrapment.
I closed up shop and hung out at the office for a nightcap. I decided to be more on guard for more of her.
It wasn't long after I opened up the next morning when I got a courtesy call from the blue boys with the shiny badges. They forgot the sales pitch and made me a present of some pretty bracelets to wear behind my back. Then they took me downtown to model them for the bigwigs.
After that, I got to wait in the preshow green room. Only it was grey and it smelled like stale smoke.
Then it was my police buddy Nick with a new guy named Det. Guillen.
"Okay Sam. You wanna' tell us what happened?" Nick said, starting the ball rolling.
"Well, first there was nothing, see? Then god said, 'Let there be light!'" I could have told him more, but something told me he'd heard that story before.
"Yeah, yeah. That's right. You can be cute." Nick said, smiling. He didn't look happy, though. "I'll play along. Just tell us what you know about the murder. Oh, you don't know? Well let me fill you in. Eleven year old Lisa Dong was found in a ditch near your office, raped and strangled, holding your wallet."
I patted my breast pocket. No wallet. Little Lisa was a pick pocket too. Nick smiled and leaned in real close. I could smell Krispy Kreme on his breath. "So, Sam. How'd the Gook get your wallet?"
"You think I'd be dumb enough to leave my wallet at a crime scene? Wake up and smell the coffee and donuts, Nick. It's a plant." I leaned back away from the coffee and donuts I was smelling.
The new guy got steamed. "Hey! You saying we planted it? That's a load coming from you! You goddam baby raper! How'd you like it if we stick you..." Nick shut him down with a look.
"He's not saying that, aren't you, Sam." He didn't phrase it like a question. "Truth is, we're just going to all wait together for some lab results, nice and quiet. And if Sam wants to talk about it, I'm sure he'll want to before anything that might get him in trouble shows up. Right Sam?" Nick took the other seat across the table from me. "I'm sure you'll want to be helpful on this, now. Wouldn't want it to get around that you were on the child killers side."
He had a point. I had little credit these days and they could hold me for all kinds of things and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. Besides, Lisa wasn't a client, and I wanted to find out who would have wanted to kill her as much as these jokers did.
I told them about the whole visit. Nick didn't look convinced. Det. Guillen was more vocal about it. "That's bullshit! You think were stupid? You think your too smart for us? That we can't catch you? Your toast, scumbag! We're gonna' nail you to the fence!"
I looked at Nick, "Your 'good cop, bad cop' routine needs work." Guillen made for me, but stopped at Nick's arm. Nick was a big guy and most people pissed their pants when he looked at them funny. Me? I didn't have to go.
"You might want to rethink your act, Sam. I know you've been strait with us before, but times have changed and a lot of people want to see you go down now. Don't push it too hard."
I had a good come back but it was a tough room, and I decided not to waste good material on it.
We waited for the lab results.
I was out in four hours. There was no way they could hold me for that crime. The lab results proved a smaller perp with a different blood type than mine. That didn't stop most of the badges at the station from wanting me to take the rap for it.
Sure. And let the real killer free.
No one asked me for help on this one, but part of me wanted to find out why the girl came to me in the first place. I couldn't shake the feeling it was a set up of some kind.
I went strait for my office and wished I hadn't. It looked like someone had picked it up and shaken it around. Everything was where it should be if it was a city dump. I thought it might have been the cops but all my files were on the floor. A cop would have taken them for evidence.
They didn't even take my nature books.
Clean up was simple. Everything that wasn't important went into a corner. I spent extra time on my case files. Someone might have been looking for something. If they found it, then I wouldn't have it anymore. That could point me in a direction. Yeah, I know what your thinking, If my memories so good, why have case files? Shows how much you know about detective work.
It took me well into the night to find it.
It wasn't a case file that turned up missing though. It was a map to a business I'd picked up at a clients house. Some sort of talent show, just for kicks. I never went though. It just didn't sound like fun at the time. Now I was wishing that I had.
If that's what they took, it was a sure bet that something illegal had happened there. Don't get me wrong. I'm not looking for trouble, but trouble had already found me and I was never one to wade in slowly.
I didn't remember where the show was on the map and it looked like I'd have to bug the client again. Not a good idea. He had an eleven year old daughter and I was pretty close to being shot last time, but that wasn't because of the girl. It was the case. Unrelated to the young girl.
Thinking back, it seemed like a no brainer case. Hardly worth my time. A quick buck.
A quick buck and a wild bullet.
Okay, flashback time. A little over a year and a half ago. I was hired to find a stalker hounding Mr. Flipps niece. A fifteen year old who lived across town. Mandy, the eleven year old daughter who lived with Mr. Flipps, had come on strong and I had a rule then about not sleeping with clients daughters. It was a good rule. I should have used it more often.
I had found out quickly who the stalker was and had cornered him in his house with personal possessions that were stolen from her. When the police came, a bullet whizzed by and struck the ground four feet from where I was standing. The police went in and brought him out in bracelets.
Case closed.
Mandy sided up to me when Mr. Flipps went upstairs to grab his checkbook. She told me how she liked big strong men like me. To someone her size, most men would count as big and strong. I was handed the map as her father reentered the front room and I left with my fee.
Why didn't I go? I could go for someone like Mandy. She smelled ripe for sex, which wasn't all that uncommon for someone entering puberty.
Trixy! That was why. Call me old fashioned, but I wasn't the type to play the field. I owed Trixy allot. We had a good thing going for a while. I wondered how she was doing in her new life up north.
I would have to go see Mandy again.
I started with an innocent phone call. Mandy had a job. Mr. Flipps wasn't all that helpful and I had the feeling that mentioning who I was wasn't going to help, so I didn't.
It took one more phone call to find out where she worked. A thirteen year old needs a work permit.
It was a flower shop and I walked in looking like a customer. A customer with an overcoat and hat looking for a thirteen year old girl. Yeah right.
"Excuse me, sir?"
"Yes, what can I do for you?" the geeky teen boy behind the counter asked with his best professional smile. It needed lots of work.
"I need to talk to Mandy Flipps. Tell her it's Sam. I worked for her father a while back." I tried my best to sound impersonal. Maybe trying is what makes me look bad. Either way, the kid looked cornered for a moment and I knew this wasn't going to go well.
"Well, um, she doesn't work today. Sorry."
I stood silent. Then, "Her father seems to think that she is working her today."
Agian, that cornered look. "Oh, I forgot. She took the day off at the last minute to go shopping. Okay?" I said nothing. The boy was a bad lier. "Um, look. I have work to do, okay? So sorry I can't help but I have to go in the back room, okay? You understand?"
I nodded, then leaned in, "Sure kid. Tell her I was looking for her. You'll do that okay?" All seriousness, I was. The kid kind of shrunk back from me. All he could do was nod, so I left.
I left the shop. I didn't leave the street. The kid knew where she was and my coming on strong should push him strait to her. All I had to do was follow.
Sure enough, in ten minutes, he'd closed the shop and hopped in a Geo Metro, pulling out onto the busy street. I followed him strait to a photography studio.
I waited and he came back out in a few minutes and I followed him back to the shop. Too easy. I went back to the studio and waited.
Nothing happened. At least, nothing happened before I went to sleep or after I woke up. I'd been up too late going over my files and it had turned dark.
I could have missed a bus load of elephants. I decided to make up for lost time. I got out of my car and crossed the street to the studio.
The front door was locked. Maybe they'd all gone home. I went around back and tried another door. Bingo!
I walked into a back hall, well lit, with a bathroom to my right. The place was quiet so I was too. With the door unlocked, it was a sure bet someone was still here.
I thought I'd just check a few rooms and leave. I could always say my car broke down and I was looking for a phone.
First room was empty and dark. I saw umbrella lights and a white back screen. The second room was occupied.
"Hello." said a very lovely twelve year old red headed girl who just happened to be on her belly on a fur carpet, naked I might add. I caught my breath. Oh, yeah, the girl was beautiful beyond my wildest dreams but it was the back ground that startled me.
I'd seen it in pictures. I'd seen it in illegal pictures. I usually knew most of the illegal porn shops around town, it helps in my work, but this one was big time. I would have thought it was from over seas. Fancy that. Right in my own backyard and I didn't even know it.
"I like your props." the carrot top pixie said to me, breaking my spell.
"Your not half bad yourself." I took one step in and stopped.
"I didn't know we had another shoot." she said, lazily. I got the impression that she was on something. "You wanna' fool around 'till Reggie brings the camera?" She rolled on to her side, giving me an eyeful of perfectly smooth belly. If my gun had been in my belt, it would have went off.
I sat down beside her. "So, what should I call you?"
"Mmmm. What do want to call me?" She stretched like a cat and I went into heat.
"Humor me."
She half looked at me for a bit and said, "Usually, they call me Jill." Then she reached for my crotch. I should have let her, but I grabbed her wrists and pushed them down to her sides instead. Jill arched her back and purred. She liked being handled. She would have let me tie her up if I'd wanted.
I didn't have time though. Reggie could come through that door any moment.
"What are you doing afterwards?" I asked, trying to sound interested.
I guess she saw some serious interest in my eyes, or maybe it was the drugs. "Sure. I could party with you. Your different." She raised herself onto an elbow. "What do they call you?"
"Sam." I said, and got up.
Jill was confused. "Where're you going, Sam?"
"I'm gonna' get some balloons and party hats."
I was in my car and gone before anyone knew I was there. I needed time to think this through. This was a big operation I'd stumbled onto. Big operators. Big muscle. I wasn't in a hurry to make any enemies there yet. They'd take cuts to the front of the line and That would be it for ole Sam Ped.
Mr. Flipps daughter was most likely mixed up in this too. Maybe even Flipps himself. There was no way to be sure though. Not yet.
Tomorrow was a school day. I decided to follow Mandy for the day and see what turns up.
Mandy ditched the second part of school and I followed her to a burger joint. It was pretty crowded with the lunch crowd and I took a chance on going in there.
Mandy was sitting with a few other hookies and I ordered a burger after a few minutes. They looked like they'd be here for the next hour. I knew kids.
Suddenly, Jill was there beside Mandy and I went alert. Mandy seemed glad to see her, but there was something scared in Jill's face. She seemed to be trying to say something serious to Mandy, but Mandy wasn't in the mood for it.
Jill suddenly caught sight of me and I shook my head and put a subtle finger to my lips. Her face went white. Then there was an older man standing there beside them. He was dark, curly haired, and looked like he was trying hard to be hip in baggy pants and sneakers. It didn't work on him.
He said something and Mandy looked up at him like he was her sweetheart. Jill didn't look up at all but kept giving me worried glances. She was trying hard not to give me away.
Then he said something and the girls started to walk out with him. Jill didn't look like she wanted to go. She gave me a look that said 'Help me' and they walked right past my table. I got up to follow very discretely.
They got in a Fiat and I got in my car to follow. I wanted to get beside Jill and give her a chance to say what I knew she would want to so I pulled to the street exit and gave the Fiat the courtesy to go first.
Jill saw my face and mouthed 'Sam'. Nobody else gave me a second glance. I was hoping Jill would mouth 'Help', but I thought I'd follow anyway.
They drove out of town and then along a dirt road following the river. I held way back and followed the dust so's not to be spotted.
I saw them pull onto the beach and park and I stopped immediately and got out. There was enough brush to hide my approach and I got as close as I could. It wasn't close enough. I saw curly's gun and knew he'd gun me down before I could do anything.
Jill and Mandy were not in good moods and were being dragged to the beach from the car. It looked like he was going to plug them and dump the bodies in the river. I had an idea and worked fast as I watched the girls being herded towards the water.
Curly turned with a start when he saw me walking with my head down, shirt opened, and no shoes with my pant legs pulled up. I was a beach comber, stumbling out of nowhere. He hid the gun but still had it pointed at the girls. They stayed quiet, thinking if they cooperated, he might let them go. Fat chance!
I walked almost within ten feet when I suddenly stopped and asked the man for a light.
"Beat it, asshole." he said.
I pretended to look hurt and took a gentle step towards them. "Ah, come on guy. I don't mean you any harm. I just need a light is all. Come on."
Curly reach into a pocket and tossed me a lighter, then said, "Now beat it."
I patted my pockets and said, "You wouldn't happen to have a smoke on you too, would you?"
It was then that Jill said, "Help us, Sam."
Curly looked at her, startled and I saw the gun come up for me. My hand was already on the one I'd put through my back belt and I got the first shot. His went wild in the air and the girls started screaming.
Mandy was still screaming when I sided up to them and checked for curly's pulse. He was dead. Jill grabbed me all of a sudden and hugged me tight saying, "Thank you, thank you. He was going to kill us."
That's when Mandy shut up. She looked at curly then at me and fainted.
I was in deep. "Jill, help me drag this joker to the car." It took her a moment to watch me try and drag him before she understood what I meant. The keys were still in the ignition and I used them to open the trunk. Curly became a spare tire and I picked up Mandy and ran to my own car, stopping to get my coat and shoes.
I laid Mandy in the back seat and Jill sat close to me in front. She was shaking bad. She couldn't let go of my arm.
I needed a safe place to stash the girls. This was going to get ugly.
Jill was first in the house. Mandy hung back waiting for bad guys to come running out to get her. She ventured in when Jill yelled an "All right!" at finding video games. I never played any, but I thought they'd come in handy some time.
I locked the door behind me and took a peek out the window shade. I looked back to find both girls looking at me with worry.
"Relax. No one followed us." I said to them. It didn't help. Who can blame them? Nobody knows that they're with a strange man in an overcoat, in some house nobody knows about, and he's got a gun.
I went to the couch and sat, stretching out my feet. There were things that I needed to do, but I wasn't ready to trust them here yet. I had to stay and get them into the laying low routine before I could leave them alone.
Yeah, sure. It had nothing to do with them being two beautiful young girls that were sexually active and I'd just saved their lives.
Jill was the first to ask. "Are you a cop?"
"No." Mandy suddenly spoke up. "But he used to be." Now how did she know that? "He also likes little girls." She said it like she thought she wasn't included in that category.
"Okay." I said in a firm tone. "Spill it. How deep into this are you?" The angel and the pixie looked at each other. "Somebody wants you dead. You want my help? You gotta let me know what's going on."
"It was Reggie." Jill finally blurted. "He freaked out when I told him about you being in the set. I didn't know anything but he seemed to think I narced on him and he was being set up. I didn't know who you were. I thought you were just another guy... you know."
I turned to Mandy. "Your father. Is he involved too?" She didn't have to answer. I could see it in her eyes.
"You were supposed to fuck me. You didn't even show up." She looked bitter. "I was too old for you, you freak. A lot of other guys didn't think so."
"Yeah? Shows what you know." I turned back to Jill. "How many girls? How many guys in the network?"
"We're the girls. The last two went on to acting in LA." she said.
"You see them?"
"I did one. She was Asian. Really small for her age. Didn't talk very well." Jill laughed at something funny she remembered. I leaned back.
"Lisa Dong." I said. Jill's face brightened at the name. "She's at the morgue." Both girls looked shocked. "They found her north of town on the same river you were just on."
"Reggie wouldn't have done that. He liked her." Mandy said. Curly was Reggie?
"Did Reggie like you too?" I asked. Yeah, Reggie was the photographer and he took out the garbage on the side.
Why didn't the porn guys connect Lisa the body with Lisa the model? It's not like the pictures were too hard to find.
"I'm going to get a pizza, okay? You girls stay put and don't let anybody know your here." That's when both girls jumped onto my lap and held me. They may have been pre teen sex kittens, but they were still kids inside. They weren't ready to be on their own yet. They needed a big strong adult in charge. I stayed.
It was Jill who approached me first. Mandy was in the shower and Jill had tired of the games quickly. She kept glancing at me, probably to make sure I wasn't going anywhere. I kept glancing at her because I couldn't get her naked image out of my mind.
She sat down next to me. "So how old do you like girls? Am I too old for you?"
"Don't believe everything you read in the papers." I looked her up and down. She knew I wanted her. She'd had experience.
"What about Mandy?" she asked. "Why didn't you do her?"
I met her lovely green eyes framed by the white face and red hair. Her waiting lips, pink and wet. "I don't shit where I eat." I said, breaking the mood. "I don't sleep with the clients daughters."
"So who's your client now?" Jill said, making more mood.
She had me there. "Nobody. I'm not getting paid for this one."
Yeah, you can see it coming. A classic cliche'. She told me how she could pay me and next thing I knew, Jill was in her panties and on my lap.
I ran a slow hand up the front of her shirt and traced a no detour up to her slim neck. Her pink, red areola's just beginning to bug out from her. They gave away just a little and snapped back when I let them go. Then her undershirt was off and I lay back from the sudden weight of her on my chest.
I let her open my shirt and then lifted her light frame up enough for me to undo my pants. I could tell by her reaction to being lifted that she wanted me to take charge. She liked to be handled. I liked handling her.
I held her wrists behind her, that's where she wanted them, and reached under to position myself into her. She was very wet and offered some resistance from simply being tight. She worked her body and had me in before I was ready and then worked her hips fast like she was on a tight schedule.
I grabbed her face at the jaw line and squeezed her cheeks. She looked at me with a hint of fear and I let go. Then I put her hands on my shoulders and slowly lifted her up and then back down over me. Jill kept trying to speed up but I purposely kept it slow, forcing her to go at my pace.
I could tell that she was getting bugged by it. Youth. Always in a hurry. The dissatisfaction began to change after a few minutes when she excepted her loss of control and then I was starting to get a pleased reaction from her. I didn't know how many guys she had had before me, but not one of them had tried this on her before.
I was determined to make her cum before me, a good selfish cum that would knock her socks off. Each thrust drove her just a touch farther towards my goal and little twelve year old Jill was going to have her first multiple orgasm. I made sure of it with both hands under her and pushing little girl buttons.
I hadn't cum yet when Mandy walked in the room and stopped cold at the sight of us. I saw her right away. Jill had a few nonsense things to say before turning to look where I was looking.
Jill was jerking a little, trying to stop cumming as I watched a full range of emotions play across Mandy's face. It had hurt her feelings when I turned her down. She had told herself that it was because she was too old, saving her pride. Now that had come crashing down on her.
I tossed Jill off as Mandy ran from the room. It was going to take me longer to be able to leave them alone now. Jill was hugging her legs and I heard her say, "Oh shit." to herself as I chased Mandy into the bathroom.
Many wouldn't unlock the door and wouldn't answer me. I went back to Jill who was spread out on the couch. I had thought she was upset from being caught with me but I was wrong. It was post orgasm bliss. It hadn't taken much for me to make her cum, and judging by her reaction, nobody had even gone that far before.
"Look. Mandy's upset. I need you to watch her. Make sure she doesn't do anything stupid." Jill was just breathing hard. "You understand? I need your help."
Then her eyes snapped open wide, then went dreamy. "Oh, god. I'll do anything for you."
"Yeah, right." I pulled her to her elbows. "Listen. More people are going to want to kill you two. I need to go and stop it before they can find us. Comprenday? I have to go, and you need to keep both of you safe by not answering the door or leaving."
"Okay" Jill said, suddenly serious. She was looking at me like Mandy had looked at Reggie before they turned sour. I wasn't sure if I had any future with this pixie, but right then we both wanted it.
"After all this is through, maybe we could finish." Hey eyes lit at that. I reminded myself to find out what happens when I use my mouth on her. "She's locked in the bathroom. Watch her. I'll come back soon. There's food in the cupboard. Help yourself."
I gave her a kiss on the lips. Jill mistook it for another round and latched onto me with both feet and hands. I pulled free and made for the door quickly. A second later and I would've jumped her bones again.
I locked the door on the way out and did a once over around the yard. You could see one neighbors house from the yard and it was locked up for the season.
Then it was back to the city. First thing I did was trade my gun at a lock box I used near a park. If they found Reggie, they'd likely trace the bullet to me. I hit a payphone next and called my buddy Nick at the precinct.
He didn't sound glad to hear from me. "I'm busy. Call some other time."
"I got hit." I said simply. It could have meant a number of things. It kept him on the line long enough for me to tell about my office being ransacked and my gun stolen. "I need to fill out a report on it, but I thought I'd check to see if I'm welcome first.
"I got it on file. You can come down when we're not busy, Ped. Right now I got better things to do."
"Yeah, sure. Let me know if you find who's got it, okay?" I hung up without waiting for an answer. That should let me off the hook with Reggie for a while if they find him.
I checked back at my office. It had been hit again. This time, they spilled water and coffee over everything. I left it. I left the office too. If it was who the girls were mixed up with, I didn't want to wait for their return.
A couple of blocks down the road, I spotted a tail. A did a couple of harmless turns and could tell it was a pro tailing me. They knew just how to stay back and not be noticed. Well, not be noticed by an amature.
I had an old back up for just such an occasion. I'd been keeping it for an emergency and this fell right out of the ambulance.
It was a multi garage bait and switch. If they followed me into the garage, I could ditch them with some stair wells. If they stayed outside and waited for me, I could be an old lady in a Ford driving five miles an hour.
I could do this at two different parking complexes and I planned to use both of them.
I was pretty sure I'd lost them at the first lot but I went through the second one just to be sure. I ended up in a blue Honda.
I passed the picture studio once and spotted a police stake out in the spot I was going to park at across the street. Good old boys in blue must have finally figured out the Lisa Dong connection. Nothing may happen for hours there. It didn't for me. A trip back to the safe house seemed like a good idea.
It took me twice as long to get back with the extra turns I made. I didn't want anything bad to happen to the girls on my watch.
Jill was going strong at a video game and didn't register that I'd come back. Mandy seemed very glad to see me. Funny, I would have thought the opposite. I sat on the couch with Mandy and Jill looked up and gave me a million watt smile, "Hi, Sam. You didn't bring pizza?" I snapped my fingers playfully. Again, the brilliant smile. "It's okay, we ate mac and cheese." Then it was back to the video game.
Mandy wasn't looking happy with me talking to Jill and she got up and pulled me by the hand to the bed room. I figured she'd just wanted to talk in private. I sat on the bed and waited. Mandy stood in front of me and looked like she didn't know how to start.
I started for her. "Your welcome." I said. It didn't help. She still looked unsure what to say.
Then she made up her mind and sat next to me. "Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked.
I could have chuckled at that. I didn't.
"You want to know why I didn't try to bed you before." I said, but Mandy shook her head.
"No, I know why. Jill told me." She hesitated, then decided to plunge in. "Why did you do Jill? Is that what you want instead of money?"
Yeah, we were in the bedroom to talk. I leaned back onto my elbows. "You got me figured all wrong, kid." Did I really say that? I sat back up and looked ready to leave. "Listen. I didn't ask Jill for anything. It was her idea." Mandy didn't look like she was buying it. I tried a different tact. "You know I used to be a cop. You know what us cops are like. I try to help people. If the moneys dried up, then I'm a sucker for not leaving them in a pinch." I stood. "Later, if you run into money, you can pay me then. But I'm going to stay until this is finished, okay?"
I was at the door when Mandy stopped me. "Sam. I could pay you the way Jill paid you. I've already done it a few times."
I shook my head. "I don't want anything your not willing to give."
She got indignant at that. "I am too willing to give you, um... I mean... you know."
The door was open and I turned to it. Mandy let loose everything she'd been feeling at once. "What does she got that I haven't got?!"
I could see Jill turn and smile from her video game. She was enjoying being the desirable one. I closed the door again and turned to Mandy. "Okay. You win. You can pay me now." I finished saying on the bed.
Mandy stared for a second, then got to work. She went for my belt and had my pants unzipped in a flash. She'd done this enough times to have it down pat. She'd pulled me free and rubbed it across her face a few times. It was a beautiful face to rub against and I got hard quickly. It wasn't long before I recognized a familiarity to how she was handling me.
It was movie sex.
I instantly saw Mandy as going through the motions. She wasn't really enjoying any of this. I stayed hard so as not to hurt her feelings. "I'd rather wait until you want to do this."
Mandy looked up, a martyr. "I want to do this." she said, like she was ready to sweep out the parking lot. She hesitated on my eyes and knew what I was talking about. After that, she tried to do everything she could to fool me into thinking that she was enjoying this. But the spark wasn't there.
Then, she stood with me still in her mouth, and pulled off her pants. I was impressed. Then a strait straddle and spit in her palm to ready herself.
Though Mandy actually positioned me like a pro, she wasn't very wet or relaxed down there and she had a bad time trying to fit my head in. As she pressed me up into her, I could feel her muscles clenching up in a steady rhythm, like the throbbing from hurting.
I watched her face get worse and then I stopped it. I lifted her off and she started to cry. I held her and she didn't fight me. She knew she wasn't ready and I was fine with that. I told her so and a few other kind things a young girl would understand. Eventually, I let her go when she started to feel withdrawn. She needed time to sort things out and was no longer worried about me.
When I left the room, Jill was looking at me with veiled curiosity. Did I fuck her or not? I wasn't telling. Not with my face, not with my eyes. I was out of the house and I did the once over before getting in my borrowed car and splitting.
I came into town and to the stake out from the opposite side of where I had the girls stashed. I wasn't being too careful with this one.
I saw the stake out car but it looked empty. Did I miss something? I parked around a building and walked to the unmarked police car. I looked in the passenger door and saw my buddy Det. Guillen, asleep. I couldn't blame him, it'd happened to me too.
I kicked a can to under the car and was around the corner before he could focus. I bent reflection of a black outline on a car across from me on the sidewalk turned out to be the detective waking up. I saw movement for a couple of minutes and figured he was up for good. A long sweep and I ended up down the street from the cop car.
I couldn't see the studio from here, but I had a great view of the stake out car. It would tell me if something was going down.
If he stayed awake.
It was a few hours later when I saw a couple of really big and ugly guys with baseball caps approach Guillen's car from the street between us. I stayed low and they scanned up my way and didn't see me.
Guillen didn't see them coming. They had him out of the car in a flash and a single blow knocked him out cold. A black car pulled up and they threw him in the trunk. It pulled forward slowly and I had to make a choice. Follow Guillen or stake out the place now that they thought the coast was clear.
Like I said, I'm a sucker for not leaving them in a pinch.
I started the car and followed them from a safe distance. With the streets empty, I had to do it with the headlights off until we hit some traffic. They stopped at a payphone ten miles away and I hit one on the opposite corner.
I called Nick at home. "They have Guillen." I said. It took him a minute to realize who he was talking to.
"Sam?! Go to hell! Wait a minute, what?"
"At the studio. They hit him from behind and he's now in the truck of a black Mercedies. Plate's say "S-N-A-P-6-9". I followed them to the corner of Broadway 10th. They're parked and getting instructions from somebody right now. It doesn't look good. I think they're going to go south on 10th but cover all the roads here in case they change their plan."
In this moment, Nick and I were on the same frequency. He hung up and I was sure he was getting the whole force rallied. 'Officer down' works wonders at dropping donuts.
Then the black car was back out and heading south on 10th. I spotted the first unmarked car five blocks down the road.
I stopped counting cop cars at three and turned to case the studio again. They had a big truck parked beside the building and were loading out file cabinets. Then suddenly, a car pulled up beside the front door and a man came running out with a small girl covered in a blanket. He dumped her in the front seat and ran back in.
The car sped off. My sucker button got pushed again and I ended up tailing it.
They were heading to the seedy outskirts of town. A place where you could buy and sell children, if you knew how. They were going to dump a young girl who knew things. Chances are, she wouldn't have much of a life after that.
I knew where they would need to go with a package like this. I've had to buy a few girls freedom there before. I went around them and beat them to the punch.
I was in front of the door when the car pulled up. The man got out and I said, "Got something for me?"
He stopped and looked around, not sure if outside was the best place to do this. It didn't bug him that he didn't recognize me. He'd never done this before.
"I got a call that you were coming." I motioned with my head to the alley. "We do it there. Bring the package."
He reached in for the bundle and carried it over to my car in the alley. I opened the trunk and the guy set it down inside. The bundle didn't move and I looked in to see if there was a live girl in it or not. There was, live and drugged.
"If Malchick didn't tell you, then she's gotta go. I don't care if you film it or not, just make sure she won't be alive to say anything." Then he waited. I looked at him square, trying not to wring his neck on the spot. "So," he said inching forward. "What kinds of things are you gonna do to her?"
"I was thinking of shooting her in the gut." I said.
He looked disappointed. "That's all?"
"My mistake." I said drawing my gun out. "I meant you."
I shouldn't have done it like that. The shot would bring out the real traffickers. I didn't stay to watch the funeral.
Nobody followed me and I pulled over to get the poor girl out of the trunk. She was still out cold and I kept her wrapped in the blanket in the back seat.
I hit another phone. "Nick."
"Yeah? What?" Then his tone went down a notch. "It's you." I could tell he was glad I called and didn't want anybody to know who he was talking to. "We got Detective Guillen. He'll be okay."
"That's good to hear. How many people have you collared so far?" I asked. I assumed they wouldn't be staking out the place anymore.
"About a dozen. Why?"
"You have anyone named Malchick?"
Silence while Nick consulted something. "Maybe. It's too early to tell. Why? Who's Malchick?"
"The name came up. He might be ring leader. Oh, and I have a package you need to pick up."
"What kind of package?" He asked suspiciously.
I sighed. "A little girl they were going to dump in the Hoffman district."
Nick Whistled. "Okay. I'll send a car."
"No!" I said suddenly. "I trust you. Somebody else might decide to make me out as one of the perps."
"Yeah? Well I'm too busy to come out right now." He sounded mad.
I played my card. "You owe me that at least for saving Guillen's life."
I could hear Nick sigh on his end. "All right. Where ever you say. Just give me a half an hour." I told him where and then he hung up. I guess I had high card.
Nick came in an unmarked car and I showed him the goods. "She's been drugged." He said.
"I can't pull one over you can I." I said. Nick didn't find it funny.
"You do anything with her?" He asked, gruffly.
I didn't find it funny. He left, warning me about some tests and I got in my car and switched it at one of the lots.
I needed to talk to the girls again about Malchick. It was hard to double back and forth without going strait for the house. I was impatient to find out a few things.
When I got there, Jill was missing.
Mandy was in the bedroom still and she didn't even know Jill had left, and had no idea where she could have gone either.
There was something different in her eyes. She probably had been doing a lot of thinking.
"I need to asked you a few things." She looked at me, not totally letting the words sink in. "Malchick." I said.
Mandy mouthed the words, "Daddy" and then stopped when she realized that she had given it away. I put my hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze. She gave me a little half smile and I broke the news. "The cop's moved in. Your dad's going to try and disappear. Maybe you have some things to say to him first." She said nothing. A good little girl. "And I rescued a younger girl than you an hour back. Malchick had given orders to have her killed." Mandy bit her lip. "Only they brought her to some guys who kill kids real slow and messy." Mandy's eyes went wide. "You may have seen her. Mousy brown hair, about nine, mole under her right ear."
Mandy gasped. She knew who it was. It had never occurred to her until just then that her father might have also given the orders to have her killed by Reggie.
She started to tear up. I went to hold her but she pushed me back. "He's got a plane in a private airfield near our house." I was up and heading for the door.
"Stay here and wait for Jill. I'll be back for you when this is over." Then I was in the car and gunning it for Flanders field. I took the strait route, almost. I had an idea and made a quick stop first.
There was a car at the airstrip and a parked plane. I had to park on the other side of the trees and sneak up from behind the hanger. I checked for a watchout and found only one man, sitting and having a smoke. It wasn't Mr. Flipps, or Malchick as I knew he was also called.
The smoker was in sight of the car but not the plane and I decided that I would stash my gun there, the one I'd used to shoot Reggie with. Then I went back to a spot close to my car in the trees and waited.
Nick pulled up to where I was parked in fifteen minutes. He came up next to me and crouched beside me. "Turns out the girl was a virgin still, Sam."
I didn't even look at him. "I didn't check."
"Is Malchick in there? We don't have him."
"Malchick is his code name. He's really Pete Flipps. He's got a nice house not too far from here. I'm waiting for him to show up, just like you and him." I motioned towards the hanger and the smoker walked in sight for a moment. Nick started and crouched low suddenly. I didn't move. It's the movement that'll give you away.
Then a car came onto the airfield and the waiting man went to go start the plane. "This is it." Nick said and put his police radio to his mouth. "Units, move in now."
Then the airfield was suddenly ablaze with red and blue lights. The car tried to make a run for it through the field and was taken out of commission when a black and white rammed it from the side.
Nick ran for the field and became senior officer in charge. I waited in the bushes until I saw a cop pulling my gun from the plane. Then I high tailed it back for Mandy.
Jill wasn't there.
Mandy hadn't seen her. "You know, she does that allot." Mandy said. "She'll disappear on a binge, sometimes for weeks." I had under estimated Jill. She probably had connections. She might be fine. But I wished I knew for sure.
"So did you find my father?" Mandy asked, finally broaching the subject she had wanted to ask from the moment I'd come back.
"Yeah. You can see him." I sat on the bed. "But you'll have to ask the police first." Mandy looked shocked, but relaxed moments later, like a weight was being lifted off of her shoulders.
"What about me?" she asked. "Where do I go?"
"Where do you want to go?" I asked back. "You want to see him?" I thought for sure she'd say yes, but Mandy shook her head instead. "You want to just wait here for a while?" That got a nod.
I took off my coat and shoes, and I laid back on the bed. I needed a nap and, who know? Maybe Jill might come back.
When I was half asleep, Mandy cuddled next to me and I wrapped my arm around her.
We both slept.
It was a kiss on my cheek that woke me. I turned to see Mandy looking at me strangely. There was something in her eyes that said she was ready.
I leaned into her small face and kissed her lips gently. She tensed a little but then relaxed when I waited for her next move. It became like that. I'd make a small move forward, then she would make a small move back at me.
We took our time.
Every once and a while, she'd go into autopilot and start to perform on me like in one of her movies, but I would stop her until she realized that I didn't want that. She didn't know what I wanted and it became a slow dance between us, feeling each others needs quietly.
I let her undress herself only as much as she wanted.
I let her undress me too.
We ended up with me in my shirt and her in her panties when things started to hit her. Her father was going to jail. Her father had hurt a lot of people. Her father had whored her out to high paying businessmen. Her future was a big question mark. She told me all of that and more.
That's when she started to cry hard.
I held her for a long time, waiting and riding it out. I didn't think anything would happen between us. She had too much going on right then, and I didn't think she understood much of what she'd been through. I held her like a shore holds the ocean, taking the waves and just being there.
I held a child until she went to sleep again.
I was awakened again by Mandy's weight on me.
She had stripped the last of her under garments and was straddling me, A look of resolve on her face.
I put my hands on her waist to stop her. "You don't have to do this." I said gently.
"I need this." was all she replied and I let her waves wash over me some more.
I may have told her that she didn't need to do it, but my body was screaming for her. She was beautiful. A work of art! Her lines just beginning to curve, her breasts just beginning to bud out, her body just beginning to understand.
She was on autopilot again. I stopped her once more and rolled her onto her back. Mandy laid there waiting, thinking that I'd enter her at any moment. I didn't.
Instead, I kissed her softly on her lips. Then nuzzled my way down her cheek to her slim neck. I thought I heard a faint gasp, which suited me fine. I just wanted to smell her soft, young flesh for myself. I was a bonus that she liked it too.
I didn't spend much time working my way down, not out of haste, but just because I knew that most girls her age haven't developed the sensitivity that comes with breasts yet. She did have some on her flat belly and that's when I took my time going down on her.
I felt like taking my time here. It was too rare that I get this opportunity to enjoy this skewed sense of love that was mine to bare.
Going slow was just the ticket for her as well.
I started my final oral act with gentle kisses to her peach fuzz mound and teased her with quick flicks of my tongue. By the time I was ready to seriously taste her, she was past ready to be eaten.
Mandy was wet. It may have been her first time ever. I was drawn to it. I wanted to bathe in it, rub it all over myself. I wanted to swim inside of her. I didn't think I would fit.
It was Mandy who pulled me up to her face again. Her legs were wide and I could see little neon lights in her eyes, flashing "Ready" on and off. Like the blaring sign in a cheep hotel, I wouldn't be able to sleep while they were flashing.
She guided me to her opening and needed me to enter her, but her body was still doing the throbbing thing and I could see some hurt in those flashing eyes. Hurt from our sizes. Hurt from not being able to do what she needed us, we needed us, to do.
I nuzzled into her neck once more and found her trigger. She let loose a deep sigh and arched her back up from the bed. I held her head with one hand and slid my other one down her back to her tail bone.
Suddenly, her door was wide open and I squeezed in. She was very small inside. I took pains to be careful with her. She started to clench uncontrollably again and I felt a steady tightening on the front half of my organ which threatened to push me back out. I held her by her head and tail bone and didn't let it happen.
I stayed at her soft, sweet neck and tried to keep on that trigger. Her throbbing rhythm quickened it's pace and she suddenly gasped and tightened her body on me. I felt fingernails dig into my back. She was orgasming already.
I hadn't even started to move in and out of her yet.
I waited for it to subside and Mandy pulled her face from my shoulders and looked me square in the eyes.
"Your different." was all she could say, breathlessly. Most people knew I was different, but she was thinking of it in the good way.
It wouldn't take much to make me cum in her. Just giving her a thrill took me halfway there.
I pushed a little into her body and dove for her little neck again. I felt for the triggers with more detail this time and brought her to another orgasm along with myself. She was squeezing me like a vise and we both felt me stream myself into her young forming womb as I came in her. I think that kicked it up a notch for her as well.
Then there were tears in her eyes again and I rolled us onto our sides out of concern. Was it things again? I asked her.
No, she'd said. It hurt her for a grown man to be in her for too long. I with drew and we held each other for the rest of the night, talking and snoozing until sunlight began to beam into the bedroom window.
I fixed oatmeal and we both ate, naked and under the covers.
About nine o'clock was when I broached the subject we were both avoiding.
"You know, you'll need to talk to the police. They'll be looking for you." I said. Mandy showed some fear again. "But nobody will try to kill you now. Your safe."
"I'm staying with you." She said flatly. Yeah. That'll work. Nobody will suspect me with a young girl living at my home.
"I would love that." I said. "But I have a dangerous job and you could get hurt." I lifted myself to lean over her. "Besides, with out your testimony, your dad could get off easy. Think of how many more people he could hurt."
Mandy must have thought just that, but she turned away from me in anger, like I had something to do with it. Maybe she just didn't like what she knew I was going to say next. So I didn't say it. I didn't need to.
There was fifteen minutes of silence. I reached for her again. "Mandy."
Mandy shrugged me off, still facing away from me. After another minute, she got up and started to get dressed. She wouldn't look at me. I got up and dressed too.
I stood by the door and she put her coat on and waited for me to open it or step out of the way. "Where to?" I asked. She look at me then, searching for something she knew I could offer.
I saw her last bit of hope disappear and she said simply, "The police."
I closed my eyes and nodded.
The drive was as quiet as an empty bottle of booze the next morning as it sat on a table, reminding you of going too far the night before. Neither one of us said anything. What was there to say? What she needed from me wasn't permanent and what I needed from her, I couldn't have. Case closed.
She started to open the door when I pulled up to the precinct. I stopped her with a hand on her elbow. "You know, that thing about us..." I'd started to say.
"Yeah." She said back. "I know how it works. I'm not going to tell on you." Somehow, that didn't make me feel better.
She started to move again and I held her once more. Her look said, "What!"
"After this all blows over," I said, looking as honest as I could. "Call me if you need anything. If you need help, or even just want to talk." I should have been the tough guy then. Instead I looked like a sap, going all mushy over a girl, but there I was. Mandy didn't say anything but her looks were hard. Then she was out and walking towards the station.
I was just about to feel like I'd played a bad hand when she stopped and came back to my window. I opened it, trying not to mush.
She looked me hard in the face. "Your paid in full now, okay?"
I took a hard breath, pretending to be fine. "I owe you." I'd relied.
Then she walked away. Tough. Hard kid. Hard life.
She'd make it. But everything was different for her now.
I had thought I'd been good to her, showed her how to be taken care of instead of used. But it worked backwards. Before, she was an innocent, forced to do adult things and not understanding. Now she understood.
I felt like I had been the one to rob her of her innocence.
No good deed goes unpunished.
I went back to clean out my office.
<END> |
SAM PED in, "THE JOB" by Pedro Vila
(with apologies to Mr. Chandler)
Part one
Sargent Pike slammed the table hard with his hand. "Alright Ped. Let's go over this again. Why were you hanging around the school yard all day?"
"I was looking for a lost dog." I said. I didn't look him in the eye. Pike was ready to strangle me and I was just making it easier for him. He would have vaulted the table to do it if someone shot off a starter pistol. I could feel steam from his direction and he lumbered towards me expecting the table to part like Moses's sea stunt.
His partner, detective Rayson got in his way. "Hold it, Pike. That won't help us here. Let me talk to him again." Rayson turned back to me and Pike finally sulked over to the far chair with his red eyes glowing in the dark. It reminded me of a kids night light with the kid hiding under the bed from it.
"Look, Ped, we just wanna know what your working on is all. I know you ain't gonna harm anyone. We can help each other, see? You tell us what you know and we tell you what we know. Got it? So come on, What's goin on?"
I looked Rayson in the eye. Him I wasn't worried about. He knew I helped the department
enough times when it mattered and had some higher ups ready to knock anyones head who knocked mine first. It helped that I knew some things about some PD officials too. "Yeah, sure." I said to Rayson. "So I forget. Which one are you, the bad cop or the good cop?"
Raysons face hardened and he looked ready to belt me one himself.
Pike got up and gave me a sinister smile as Rayson tagged him into the ring. He didn't get the chance. An official barged in and announced the interrogation over and I was dragged to an upper office where Captain Nickels waited to see me.
He had the door shut and it was just me and him. He got out a bottle and poured me a glass. Everything all cozy and friendly. My inside siren was sounding 'all alarm'. He motioned me to a chair with a big black hand and I sat.
"Hey, sorry about Ray and Pike." he started. "If I knew you were here earlier I would have stopped it." I said nothing and he continued all warm and fuzzy. "Hell, they're just doing what they think is right. They don't understand you like I do." Oh, yeah. I understood him. A fourteen year old hooker tried to get him for a sexual harassment charge. I did a little work and cleared him fully. She was trying to make a quick buck and I pointed her to a quicker way.
Nickles family thanked me and the dept. did a half nod my direction. That's why I still can work despite my reputation. It was unspoken agreement that I didn't break any laws even if a majority of the world found my sexual preference distasteful. I had saved one of their own and he was well respected by the force.
Problem was, I found out too late that he had been fucking the hooker, and not just her. But I was maneuvered between a rock and a hard place. That's when I realized That Nickles was nobody to trust if you can avoid it. He was all sweet and 'who me?' as he motioned for me to drink with him. Part of me wanted to just hand him the KY and bend over right there.
I drank. No need to make it worse. Nobody said anything for a minute so I said, "Let's cut the chit chat and tell me what you want."
Nickles smiled. I would have felt better if he had gotten mad. This was gonna be bad.
"Okay, Ped. You know Councelman Woodrow?" I started to see the alarm bells now. "He has a visiting niece and she's overstayed her welcome. He needs a nice place to put her where no one can hear and still get her later." My jaw dropped. I closed it. "I told him about your help with the department and your certain abilities and he seems to think your the man for the job."
I stood up. "I don't do disappearing acts, not including the one I'm gonna do now."
I had the doorknob in my grip when he dropped the bomb. "Officer Pike will escort you to your cell, then. Trial may take a couple of months." I turned and glared. "We're short on space and I think everybody knows you like to fuck children."
Self preservation kept me from leaping his desk like Pike almost did earlier. I said through clenched teeth, "I don't break any laws and I don't fuck children." He already had a folder of pictures in his hand and they spilled onto the desk. I caught a glimpse of one and realized I was being blackmailed. There it was in black and white. Me and my special friend, Trixy.
Trixy was eleven years old going on twenty. She had a hard life and a strong spirit. I had saved her a few times and she was now self sufficient and a good friend. And I never fucked her. But she did help me out in tough times and this one picture showed us in a deep embrace swapping spit. My fingernails dug into my palms.
"Hey, don't get me wrong. I know you done right by her and she's a good kid." he was all friendly still. I heard it more like Boris Carloff anyway. "You know, she should be with social services and not on the street."
"Fuck you!" My temper got the best of me. "Those were the jerks that were whoring her in the first place!"
Nickles dropped the pleasant act. "Then you'd better play ball." Smiles again. "I could put in a word here and there and she gets left alone."
I slumped. Nickles had me. Nothing makes me more angry then somebody hurting kids. I couldn't let them do to Trixy what she'd already had to go through again, but I didn't like the idea of sitting on a kid for some rich politico to keep clean all the while giving me a dirty look like I was scum.
Most people think kids and sex are wrong. Most of the time they're right. But nobody in this world works the same and sometimes you find younger people emotionally and physically ready for it. And if it ain't with a good person, then it's gonna be with a bad one. And besides, allot of adults want just that, though they can't ever say so. Hell, I don't need to preach to you. You'll have made up your mind long before this and nobody's gonna change it no how.
"Alright. We'll play it your way." I told Nickles. "But if I find she's getting hurt, then I don't care who goes down, she gets lost where you guys can't touch her. Same goes for Trixy." I held his eyes so he could see I meant it. He did. Someday I might have to die to save a kid from harm. I didn't have a problem with that.
"I think we're on the same page here. I don't want to see kids hurt either." he said. I almost believed him. "I know you won't do anything to her either, understood?" I understood. Don't touch, even if she want's it. "I'll call you tomorrow with some details."
I stood to leave thinking I could this time. "Oh, and Ped?" I stopped but didn't turn around. "Don't go near your girlfriend till this is through." I said nothing and opened the door. Pike was right there and he had my shoulder in an instant.
"We ain't through, tough guy!" he snarled. Nickles was up and holding his wrist in a flash. "Hey!" he said but didn't fight him. I walked away. "But he.... He's getting away!"
I heard nickles say, "You don't touch...." then I was down the stairs and out as quick as I could walk without raising suspicion.
Trixy's place was covered by Captain Nickles gorillas and I had to duck into an adult bookstore to keep from being eye balled by them. I looked at Magazines and videotapes. I saw the words 'teen' allot, but nobody even looked under twenty one in the photographs.
The shop had a backdoor to a parking lot and I took it. I wondered what else they might have had under the counter but then I remembered the photo of me and Trixy and didn't like thinking of pictures anymore.
I doubled back as usual to check for tails and felt clean of them. If there was one, he was very good. I didn't want to go to the office just yet and needed someplace to just think for the day. There had to be a way to close this one without anyone getting hurt and that included me too.
I found a small movie house running a string of Shirley Temple movies all day and ducked in there. Some families looked at the grown man in a trench coat that was me and gave me the 'stay clear of us' look but relaxed when the theater manager recognized me and treated me like royalty. I didn't make out where I knew him from but judging by his pleasant attitude, I must have done something good for him.
That's me. I got friends I didn't even know of.
Shirley made me remember what was right with the world again.
I got a call the next day that said simply, "Meet us at park." and hung up. That was probably the drop. Maybe it wasn't gonna be so bad. She must not be trouble if they chose a public place to pawn her off in. It was a nice day and I thought I'd better lose the trench coat. I put on a DisneyWorld jacket and baseball cap on instead.
Mr. Nondescript.
The park was by the river and a chilly breeze came off of it. Nobody was swimming but kids were playing all the same. I could smell barbecue.
I didn't know who I was looking for but heard someone come up behind me before I made a u turn around a tree and came up walking beside him. He looked startled but recovered quickly. He said nothing but guided me to a car on the street. I got padded for a gun and grabbed his hand when he found it. He glared. I said, "You think I'm gonna shoot somebody? I keep the gun." He held it still and I smiled. "Don't fool yourself. I won't need it for you."
The grunt up the stakes and I thought I'd have to ring his bell when a stern voice came from the back seat. "Jacob!" Jacob the grunt grunted. "I think we can trust Mr. Ped, don't you." Jacob still glared but let my gun go. "Get in, Mr. Ped." the back seat said. I got in.
The voice had a face like Herman Munster. He had the wrong kind of car.
"I'm Sykes, Councleman Woodrow's personal assistant. You are Mr. Ped Private Detective. You have quite a police record Mr. Ped. A man of your certain tastes should keep a lower profile."
"Your right. I'm the wrong guy for this job." I reached for the door handle. "Later, mack." Mr. Sykes held my arm gently but firmly. I sighed. "Okay. How you wanna play this out?"
"Right to business, eh Ped?" He reached for a pad and pencil and scribbled something on it, then put it away. "That's fine with me. Our package is just up the street at the boat launch. We get her now and then you make her disappear for a few days. Then we print a message in the want ads and you bring her back."
"You could have had anybody do that. Why me?"
"Councleman Woodrow doesn't know what's going to happen. She just needs to be hidden from him and we'll tell him she's on a visit to a friend. She knows she's supposed to be out of his hair for this... this thing that's going on, but he wants her by his side and she's going to go along with it." Herman explains. I keep waiting for him to throw his hands up and start guffawing.
"What's to keep this from becoming a kidnapping case?" I ask.
Sykes the Munster nods. "She's a smart girl. She'll know what's going on. Councleman Woodrow will be too busy to ask too many questions. By the time he starts wondering, She'll be back. Let's go." He knocks on the window and the car starts and pulls forward. I didn't like it. It just didn't add up and I smelled fish.
We got to the docks and Jacob ran out to the ramp. He looked around and ran back. His voice was high pitched. "She's not there boss!" and stood.
"Go find her!" Sykes roared, and Jacob ran with his tail between his legs. I got out too. "Where are you going? You stay until we give you the girl."
"Oh, yeah. You got this all figured out." Jacob ran back out onto the boat ramp and I looked for places to run on land. Too many places to go. Yeah, she was a smart girl alright. "Face it, buddy, you lost her and you ain't gonna find her now."
"Then I suggest you find her, Ped." He said.
I leaned back in through the window. "You got some nerve, you know? You have guys threaten me just for a baby sitting job and you don't even know where the baby is sitting. You want me to find her, it's gonna cost you."
"Blackmail, Ped? I thought that would be beneath you." Munster tried to look scornful. "I was under the impression that you were helping us for free."
"I don't work for free. I didn't loose her. Want someone cheap working for you? Try Jacob. I'll bet he finds her right away." Jacob was still out at the end of the pier looking out at the boat less river. Like he thought she would running away over the water or something.
Sykes exhaled, "I see your point Mr. Ped. You find her and I'll pay your normal wages." That's better. I got back in. I wouldn't find her by running down a street. I played twenty questions with Sykes about things that seemed unrelated to anything, got him to cop a picture and then I left for my own car.
The girls name was Beatrice. A sweet looking girl with freckles and brown hair. She didn't have that look in her eyes though. That knowing look of experience. That look of having had any kind of sex. Up till then, I had thought that she was a child lover for the councilman and was a risk to his standing if it became public knowledge. The girl in the picture was innocent of any of that. Maybe she had a good facade. Maybe it was an old picture. Maybe I was wrong.
Still, something seemed wrong about all of this.
With everything I found out from Sykes, and the picture, this girl didn't know her way around the seedier side of town. My fingers tapped the picture as I tried to think of what I would do if I were her. Sometimes my gut leads me to the right places. This wasn't one of those times. I was still worried about Trixy. Come on, Ped! Snap out of it!
I grunted and started the car. I didn't know where to go so I just drove to the seedier part of town which wasn't that far from the park. Seedy is always close to rivers. That's where the fishy stuff happens.
I chose seedy because if that's where she went, that would be the place where trouble would happen sooner. I drove slow and checked every alley. There was no sign of Sykes gorilla anywhere. You'd think every employee of his would be out searching. There wasn't anybody looking out of place here. Maybe they were trying a different part of town. It still didn't seem right to me though and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being set up somehow.
There! A group of men huddled in an alley like a pack of dogs at a kill. I was out and over in a flash and a thug looked at me like I was a fly to be swatted. The gun changed his mind and he booked for a doorway. A feeling of a bust swept over the group and just about everyone fled. That left two guys and they were on the girl. One held her arms while the other was ramming his bloody cock deeply into her limp body. The holder saw me and my anger, and probably the gun too, and his eyes went wide and he dropped her arms and ran.
That left the last man. The ugly bastard that was raping that poor child. He said "Hey!" and didn't see me until it was too late. I dropped him with the butt of my gun and he was out cold.
So was Beatrice.
She was a mess. Her clothes were in shreds and she had bruises and cuts on her face and various parts of her body. I couldn't wake her and didn't want to be caught with her in the alley. I carried her to the car and laid her on the back seat. I was out of there like I was the pole position of a race.
I thought about a hospital but remembered about keeping everything hush. More then that, I had a nagging doubt about my unfolding roll in this. What was this girl thinking? Surly she was smart enough to not go someplace so sinister looking. Could she have been running away from something so terrible that anything would be an improvement?
I had to get her help first. Her breathing was regular, I had checked that before driving off. Nothing broken, pulse good. Mostly she was in shock. I wasn't about to go anywhere where someone could get a tag on me. Right then I was off the radar but that couldn't last long. There was someplace close that might be just the ticket. Chan's Herbal Remedies. It was a few blocks to the right and Chan owed me a favor. Actually, I had already called that favor but I had a feeling he would help in a situation like this one.
I parked behind in an alley much like the one we had just come from and kicked the door a few times with Beatrice in my arms. I had started kicking again when an older Asian lady opened the door with a baseball bat in her hand. When she saw what I was holding, she dropped the bat and backed away. I shoved my way in and passed her for Chan's back room.
I heard yapping in the hall though I had no idea what was being said. I didn't have enough laundry to learn Chinese. Chan barged in as I laid Beatrice on a cot. He was holding the bat and stopped when he saw us.
"You!" he yelled. "What you doing here? You no be here!" Chan stopped yelling when he saw the girl. He rushed over and put his hand on her neck and started a quick examination. "What happen?" he asked.
"A group was raping her. I broke it up." I told him.
"She should be in a hospital." All business now, and his English was getting better.
"That was my first thought. I think she's in trouble and would be safer laying low for a spell." He stood up. "Is she gonna be okay? There was allot of blood back there."
"She'll be alright. Blood is from her hymen." he shook his head and tsked. "Bad thing for a child to go through."
It was my turn to stand up. "She was a virgin? You sure?"
He gently probed her crotch and then wiped his hand. "Oh, yes. No doubt. She in shock now, but she be okay."
"Can I ask her a few questions?" I had some serious questions too.
"Oh, no. She should sleep. Best thing for her. I give her something to help. What is her name?"
"Beatrice."
"No last name?"
"Just Beatrice." I lied. I didn't want Chan calling anybody, or backing out if he knew the trouble she could bring him.
"She should sleep all day and night. This is a terrible thing for her to go through." He turned to the Asian lady and barked out a string of Chinese and she rushed out. "You have things to do, then do. She won't wake soon. Come back in three hours and we see better."
I didn't want to leave but I knew a brush off when I saw it. Chan was very secretive about his healing methods. It's what kept him in business. Besides, when I returned it would be better not to use my own car. I said thanks and went out the back door to the car. I drove to nowhere and when I got there I parked.
Okay, so she wasn't the counclemans lover. Was she his niece for real? Then why go to all the trouble to rope me into this? The people who know me know I can be trusted, but more people know about my involvement with young girls. It smelled more and more like a set up as I thought about it. My best bet was to not tell anyone that I had the girl.
It's nice to know when my first instincts prove right.
THE JOB pt2
I was driving some look alike car and blending in smoothly. Baseball cap and fake glasses. These import cars came in one flavor and I could have been right behind Sykes and he would of never noticed. For a guy who lost his bosses niece, he sure seemed cool and I got the impression he didn't care if she were found at all.
The mid day traffic was moderate and Sykes made a stop that seemed wrong for some reason. It was the Sister Mary's Orphanage. Could be just business for the councleman, except Sykes parked behind and out of sight. He looked around to see who was watching as well.
That was stupid of him. I wouldn't have ever thought anything of it had his body language not tipped me off. Sykes stayed for over an hour and I decided to stay when he left. I selected a card from my wallet and put it in another one with a fake badge. I wasn't going to impersonate a cop, but a public joe-blow inspector seemed to fit the ticket. If it had to do with kids and donations, an establishment like this one would bend over backwards to prove their ethics.
The door said 'come in' and I thanked it. The front office had a directory on the wall and I had time to study it before a secretary asked if I needed anything. I put on my working class face and said, "I'm Parsons here for the inspection?" I got a blank look. The radiator looked like it still worked. Steam. Twentieth century and this place had a steam radiator. "For the boiler?" , I said. My I.D. said 'Public Works'. I could pick anything. Maybe someday I'll be a bikini inspector for kicks.
I got a stare that said more the it should. "I'm sorry Mr. Parsons. That has to be cleared with my supervisor. Your not on my list.
I made with the irritation and produced my badge. I flashed it for just a second and pulled it back saying, "I should be showing this to Ms. Krendle. Not you." The secretary didn't make a move. "Hey. I don't wanna have to be here either. Maybe somebody didn't get the message, but since I'm here I'd like to do this and not have to come back. Okay?" If she were a deer, a car would have hit her by now. I went for a door. "Heck, just tell me which office, okay?"
The statue behind the desk became the statue in front of the door and she wasn't playing. "I'm sorry, but you can't go in there. Take a seat and I'll call someone." She said. She made her way back to the phone only after I sat.
Sure. I get it. It's a bad world and they're just protecting the children. This place just hires good security secretaries. Ms. Krendle showed up with two very military looking guards. These guys didn't look cheap. Maybe they took a pay cut for the children.
Ms. Krendle looked like a lesbian schoolmarm. Her voice was crisp and full of authority. "Mr. Parsons, I've called city hall and they have no record of you. State who you are and your business here.
"What? Are you kidding? Call my boss and let him straiten this out. I'm too tired to go this again." I handed her a card. It had a phone number and an address for a non city hall suite. I had it made with the card. The phone number was for an answering machine I kept at a time share that wasn't in use this year. The owner didn't know I used it. It said, "Hi, this is bla bla bla. I'm away from the bla bla bla." It's worked enough time to keep it.
Ms. Krendle didn't say a word and I was left with the grunts as she went to the secretaries phone and called it in. She didn't take her eyes off me and something in her stare told me this was a sharp cookie. I tried to make small talk with the grunts but they had their eardrums blown out from some explosions. That's what I was telling myself anyway.
Krendle came back and seemed no better. "I don't think your here to inspect the boiler since it's coming out next month. Maybe the police can figure out why your here."
I was Mr. no-problem. "Go ahead. Maybe you can get me transferred from Recycling. I hate this job, you know." I was also Mr. think-fast-on-his-feet. "I could be going to nice restaurants and trying good food instead of rooting around basements for something some moron thinks is still good. You know, I have a bachelors in chemical engineering but do I test lakes or soil? Noooo! I got to look for good pipe and stuff! If they had any sense up there they'd put me where I'm needed instead of...." Ms. Krendle cut me off.
"Enough! Go back and get the nessesary clearance. I don't want to have to bother with you again." With that, she turned on her heel and disappeared through the door. The guards stayed until I was outside and waited until I drove off. I was glad to be done with it. I knew I wasn't going in by the secretary's manner and I was just happy to be gone without the police spotting me.
I was no closer and still had no idea what was going on but I had a gut feeling that it was tied in with Sister Mary's Orphnage somehow. Maybe that was where the girl came from. I was going to have to find a way in there somehow. And I'd better think of a slicker approach.
Chan's was closed so I went in anyway. The girl was still out and Chan was watching her intently. He pointed to a chair without looking up and I sat. After a while he said, "This girl very peculiar."
"How so?" I asked.
"She has been hypnotized. Her chi is all wrong."
I sat forward. "Someone doesn't want her to say something?"
Chan looked at me then. "No. Not that."
"Then what?"
He looked back at her sleeping body. "Look at her legs. They are spread apart. Her hands are palm upward. When she roll on her belly, she keep her bottom up and legs still spread." Come to think of it, she didn't look like she had just been through a brutal gang rape except from her face. It was odd. "Someone has spent lot of time molding her. I don't think she knew."
"You mean she could be an underground assassin in training?" And they were lobbing her at me too.
"I don't know. So we ask." Chan did something with her wrist and her eyes fluttered. "You must talk with us, please."
The girl took a moment to remember and then her eyes went wide and she curled sitting up. "Where... where am I?" She asked.
"It's okay. Your safe here. What do you remember?" I said gently.
She thought for a bit. "It was hot in the car. I've never been out so far from home before." She smiled. "I wanted to see the city." She looked scared but none of the body language of someone who just suffered a major trauma.
"Then what?" I prodded.
"I must have fell asleep. Are you taking me back to the school now?"
"You don't remember anybody... er, hurting you?"
"No." The confused child then seemed to become aware of how her lower body felt and looked down. "Why? What happened?"
I sat thinking for a moment. "Chan. You said she was hypnotized?" Chan was thinking hard. He got up and looked menacingly down at the girl.
"I am going to fuck you." he said coldly to the girl.
"What the hell are you doing?!" I was ready to deck him when the girl at once became scared and her arms and legs spread apart for him at the same time. I got mixed messages from the girl. Except for the fear in her face, she looked like she was inviting Chan to fuck her.
Chan sat back down and said simply, "Very interesting."
I wasn't sure what was happening. I got the girls attention with one word. "Beatrice. What are you doing?" As soon as I said it, she haltingly got up and shuffled to me with a confused and fearful look in her eyes. She held her chest out and her arms back behind her, palms facing me. Her knees walked apart and for a moment I was impressed with the beauty of her just blooming body. The scared look on her face destroyed it.
Something about her body language screamed, 'fuck me!' at me, and had I not known better, I could have been fooled into doing just that. She got close and I heard her panting hard and saw her trembling as well. Chan did something from behind her and she fell asleep in his arms. He laid her back on the cot.
Chan checked her neck and then led me out of the room. "She sleep the rest of night now. Do you understand what she doing?"
"Yeah. I was set up. She comes on to me and I get caught." I faced Chan. "That was hypnotism?"
"It is more than that. This kind of thing take many years to do." Chan faced me now. "It was more than just to set you up. This is for life. I think they sell her for prostitution." My blood was getting hot. This poor child was trained for a life that she didn't understand and would probably suffer much through it.
I imagined her not knowing why she was being hurt as she made herself vulnerable, without any control over it, to further pain and suffering. That was a lousy way to treat as beautiful child such as her.
My voice was hard. "There's more like her, right?"
"I think so. Yes. Many more, I'm sure."
I was thinking of the orphanage. I was thinking of where I could get a tank.
No guards walked the outside of Sister Mary's Orphanage which meant that they would be inside. I picked a lock to the kitchen when it was dark and quiet inside. I checked for alarms around the door before opening it too much. Yep. Standard magnetic contact. I jumped it and checked for any more, then slipped inside.
I had seen a rough blueprint from an old file that I found at the library but there could have been much remodeling since. There was. I crept until I found a breaker box that handled the whole building. The oldest classrooms had the most watts and newest wiring. There were allot of video jacks routed to the same place. It could just be a standard improvement for the first part of the wiring to fail but I had no other leads and something told me that hypnotism would require stable electricity.
I ducked a few people walking the halls and played cat and mouse with a guard but I didn't think he was on to me. The older classrooms were lit and I ducked into a dark doorway just as a door opened beside me. A nurse pushed a cart with a sleeping girl under the sheet down the hall away from my direction. I caught the door and held it just a crack to peek in. I saw another young girl laying with a black helmet over her eyes and ears. A wire ran from it to a computer with other things I couldn't make out.
I felt like I was in a bad detective TV movie. All I needed was for someone to sneak up on me and it would have been perfect. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I tensed and was ready block and swing. I never got the chance as my head exploded from behind.
I woke laying on a bed with my arms stuck to my sides. They were tied down but I couldn't see how. My vision was still blurry and I had something shoved into my mouth before I knew what hit me. Then water and I ended up swallowing a pill of some kind.
"I see your awake Mr. Ped." I was still blurry but a picture of Herman Munster came to mind.
"Sykes!" I spat out.
"I must compliment you. I had no idea you were this good. We lost your trail in no time and you came right to the heart of our little operation. Kudos." My sight was clearing up. I saw someone else sitting next to him. I realized it was a little girl of nine years old in a night gown. She was in some sort of trance. Sykes nodded approvingly at where I was looking. "Yes. She is cute isn't she. Very sweet and very innocent. She has no idea what your thinking of doing right now."
I glared at Sykes, "You don't either you sick fuck!"
"Ah. You must have figured it out then. But how?" He snapped. "Oh, yes. You found the girl. Did you enjoy your self? We were hoping to be there when you did the deed, you know."
"You should know me better then that." I was thinking of ways to kill Sykes but they all needed the use of my arms. Maybe if I coaxed him over I could do a leg lock. "There's no way you can get away with this. This country really clamps down on child prostitution. Just one bust and they'll be all over you."
"Your assuming they would still be in the country at all. Mr. Ped, you don't know what some people would pay for American children. Most of the world hates us. What better way the get back at us then the fuck our children?" Sykes put his arm around the small red headed girl. "They'll pay anything. You could be a part of this too. Think about it. We could make you rich and you could have all of your fantasies come true everyday." I glared and part of me actually thought about it. The other part of me wanted to kick my ass.
"Yeah, right. You could just make me disappear too. Why offer me anything? Oh, yeah! A scapegoat."
"Please. I would be so much easier if you just went along with this." My eyes were fully focused now and then I saw the video camera to my other side. I also started to feel my loins stirring. A lump started to show between my legs. "I see the Viagra is starting to kick in. Sally, be a good girl and fuck Mr. Ped for me please."
Sally got up, trance like, and shuffled to me much the same was as Beatrice. With her chest thrusted out and her arms back and out of the way. There was a sweetness about it that made me think of good child actors and it hit me. These children were not just trained to be helpless but also to radiate sexual charm on the deepest level.
Sykes watched my reactions and commented. "Yes, that's right. Perfect figure and poise. Everything every study made has said about what men want in little girls. A pedophiles dream come true." Sykes walked to the camera as he spoke on. "They have no idea what the world wants from them. When they're threatened, they do everything to encourage further harm to themselves. They don't even understand what's happening to them. This is all they've ever known. And afterwards, a blank. They can't even remember the original threat. The perfect little victims. Over and over again."
The camera started to tape. Sally crawled up onto the bed and I could see fear and confusion in her soft eyes. She had no idea what was happening all right.
"Imagine if you will," Sykes went on. "Hundreds of innocent little girls never having seen violence or sex holding themselves up to repeated tortures and not even able to move or even put up their hands to block it. Not ever understanding why." Sykes had a cruel streak a hundred miles wide. Sally was straddling me and I tried like hell to lose the erection. The problem was that she really was making me excited too and Sykes had releaved my responsibilities in this situation. Who could fault me if I just let her fuck me?
I could!
I thought of the worst things a guy could think about during sex and it was my anger that finally won out. My hard on started to slip away. Sykes peeked out from behind the camera. "How can you turn this down? Isn't she the most wonderful thing you've ever seen?"
"Fuck you!" I said gritting my teeth. Sally misunderstood and got off the bed to shuffle to Sykes. Sykes lost his temper and slapped her face.
"Stupid little bitch! Go back and fuck him!" Sally started to cry instead and she seemed to just understand where she was. That was when the door burst open and a million cops filled the room. I thought for sure they were going to kill me.
Sykes was tackled and pinned. Captain Nickles then entered the room. Sykes glared up and yelled, "What are you doing you stupid cop?! Your finished!! You hear me? Finished!!!"
Captain Nickles grabbed the video tape and said to the other officers, "Get that trash out of here." Sykes was dragged away screaming. Herman Munster having a psychotic episode. Nickles undid my restraints. "You did a lot of children good here, you know?"
I looked at everything going on. Sally was escorted out by a female officer who gave her a coat to wear. Photographs were being taken. Nobody seemed surprised by what was going on. "You used me. Threw me in without knowing anything and let me shake it up for you. Then you move in and claim credit." I smiled. "You were helpless without my help."
Nickles shook his head but ended up smiling too, "You are some piece of work, you know that Ped? So tell me, weren't you even the least interested in fucking that poor little girl?"
"It's not what I want. It's what they want that counts. So what happens to them? Another orphanage?"
"No. Foster homes. The best we can find. After we reprogram them first, of course." Nickles turned to deal with an officer and I just sat and shrugged off the angry stares. Some things never change. Nickles turned back and asked, "You getting off on all of this?" He looked down. I looked down. My hard on was back and throbbing.
"They slipped me something, okay?"
Nickles smiled. "We know. Why don't you go sleep it off and we'll talk at the station tomorrow, okay?" I nodded thanks and walked off. Nickles yelled back one more thing. "Don't worry about Trixy either. We've pulled all the officers watching her too." I stared. Nickles was saying that nothing would happen to me if I wanted to check on her.
I looked down at my hard on and thought about Trixy having a long hard night.
Well.
If she said okay....
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Sharing A Room Chapter 1
By CrexCrex (M/F F/b ws)
A transcript of the journals written by Janet and Sandy on holiday and, although good friends, We have never shared a room before. Unfortunately I can't show you the photos of Janet in the swimsuit as 50% is 80% true !
Janet - Saturday 08.00
Flying this afternoon to Nairobi and then sharing a room with Sandy for the entire trip around the Game Parks of Kenya, well there is something to think about, he has asked if there are any ground rules and we agreed to respect each others privacy if requested, whatever that may mean !.
We have both agreed to keep a personal journal about our feelings and depending upon how we get on we may let the other read it. I think that probably indicates that we may become more intimate.
I hope so.
I don't think I will be embarrassed if he sees me out the shower or in my panties as I think I still look pretty good for nearly 63, he certainly was impressed the other month when I showed him my see-through nightdress, I was a bit tipsy and he even took a picture of me in that, and a few others during the weekend so I feel somewhat more confident than I did before... and to think I might even see him, slim, athletic unattached younger man, it will be a big turn on to be sleeping in the same room and knowing my usual need to masturbate a lot if its hot...if you are reading this Sandy...I think it's a certainty that I will have made myself come more than once with you close by in the night ! I'd like to think you have jerked yourself off too !
Now I don't usually trim my bikini area to this extent but last night I shaved off all my pubes so I am bald and smooth as an egg down there, my big dark labia are a sight to see and only just retain themselves in the swimsuit, they are there for you to see, don't think I didn't notice you when you were with Barbara in Sri Lanka, I have a photo of you and the ridge of your hard cock in your trunks looks outstanding, I wish I was getting what she obviously was. God this is getting out of hand already, I hope this trip I will have a hot young cock in my pussy rather than having to dildo myself to orgasm again. Its been nearly five years since I had real sex, Alain is not able anymore and has given me a late license to prosper as he calls it, and I am not willing to throw in the towel just yet. If you give me the slightest hint you are keen then I think we shall be putting our room share to good use.
Here is to a good Holiday.
Sandy - Sunday 12.00
Arrived at the hotel early this morning and just sitting in the bar catching up on my journal, Janet is back at the room resting, she is looking very relaxed and I am pleased she is sharing a room with me, very pleased indeed. I don't see any reason to be coy as she may never read this but I fancy the pants off her and would really love to be showing her how horny I am and gazing at her between her legs tonight as I have been doing in many fantasies. The aircraft always gives me an erection and the bouncy bus journey too so there is a good deal of power build up in the next ejaculation and I would very much like Janet to witness it or more so be the beneficiary, I hope I can sort of be caught masturbating later on and see what reaction I get ?
Its been a long time since Barbara even though the sex was somewhat restrained at times, she couldn't get my penis all the way inside her vagina and I don't know about Janet's marriage, I know they live virtually separate lives so is I hope she is still sexually active. I think a swim to cool off is in order.
I took these pictures of Janet last month and thought I would carry them with me ! (Deleted)
This shot is by far my favourite, I couldn't believe she came down in her dressing gown and sat relaxed at the kitchen table, probably something to do with wine she had drunk that evening, actually taking it off revealing this flimsy white nightdress and silky panties. She put her fingers to her lips to remain quiet as her hubby was in the next room. I think she knew that I was so turned on and shocked I only took this one picture before she said goodnight and bustled out of the kitchen .
God I'd love to see her spread her legs open for me !
Janet - Monday 14.00
Well where do I start, here I am sitting on the balcony, Sandy has gone off for a bit of wildlife filming after lunch and I cant wait for him to get back for our siesta for which I am now preparing by sitting here wearing just my t-shirt, my damp swimsuit on the floor beside me and the handle of my hairbrush gently inserted in my vagina and I am just rocking gently against the canvas chair so that it moves deliciously against my clit. I hope he doesn't use up all the film because he has asked if he can film me masturbating later on and I said yes providing he comes in my mouth first !
Shit !, I stopped writing for a quick rub of my pussy and realise that you can see up from the path below through the wooden slats of the balcony. It was David who is here with his Mum, Audrey.
I got to know Audrey this morning on the walk and you could say we had an intimate exchange of views after what happened yesterday afternoon, anyway more about that later.....
He was standing there with a view directly between my legs and using his binoculars to surely study the plastic hairbrush in my cunt. When I moved he obviously saw it was me and moved away but this was not the first time he had seen me being a little naughty, or indeed me getting an erotic thrill by being watched by a young boy.
That is terribly exciting and forbidden, a young boy watching me wanking myself off, he is only about 10 but looks a little older, I'll have to play this one very carefully, I hope he is off to masturbate thinking of me now ! Perhaps you could help me seduce him, Sandy if that turns you on too ?
Anyway back to yesterday and after Sandy came back from the bar I was in the bathroom changing into my green swimming costume, a one piece but rather daring with a deep hole in the front which exposed the insides of my boobs, we had obviously had the same idea as he was just in his trunks when I reappeared. I nodded my approval, and he scrutinized me quickly as we both did a twirl for the other, knowing we were both focused on the upper thigh part of our anatomies, I grabbed my sarong and he a t-shirt and we set off to the pool.
Audrey and David were there along with another woman who was thin and slight, David was wearing a very brief pair of trunks and I couldn't help noticing an enticing bulge at the front topped by a boyish hair free chest, and two young Indian girls of about 9 or 10 wearing white bikinis whom I noticed were definitely scrutinized closely by my companion, perhaps I am not the only one who likes a bit of forbidden unripe fruit ?
We both waded in and swam a length or two, Sandy is not a good swimmer and clumsily brushed against me a couple of times, which I enjoyed and eventually he stood in the shallow end and watched me. I was showing off and banged my foot quite hard on the side as I turned and cried out in pain, then held on to the side to catch my breath. I swam slowly to the shallow end and sat on the top of the long cascade of steps leading out of the pool so that just my feet were in the water, pulling my foot up to see if there had been any permanent damage. Sandy was soon with me asking if I was OK and so I lifted my feet up and placed them just out of the water on the step below my bottom and showed him the bruise. He was on his knees a few steps below me and reached for my ankle, gently stroking it and it sent a shiver from my toes right up my body at this first deliberate contact.
He was still in the water but with my left foot in his hand and the other tucked up almost beneath me, my feet were a yard apart and I felt as if I was lewdly exposing myself as he was staring right between my legs at the crotch of my green swimsuit which felt as if it was reaching out and pulling him in towards my concealed sex. I hoped the material was gently moulded against the prominent lips of my vulva so that he could see every detail.
He smiled knowingly as I'm sure he was looking for the strands of pubic hair which he may have been expecting but I knew there was not a trace on my legs or thighs, around my pussy slit, under my arms not until the top of my head.
I lifted an arm
"I shave under my arms too !"
This broke the tension and he looked up guiltily aware that I read his mind.
"Its Ok I want you to look at me down there, it feels so sexy to be inspected, can you see my lips through the material ?"
"I sure can, it looks so sexy and smooth"
He reached out and smoothed my ankle but in doing so also rubbed the back of his hand against the crotch of my suit, pressing it lightly against the labia with his knuckles, which since they had been pressed tight against the crotch of the swimsuit by my position, had become somewhat larger and more sensitive. I nodded encouragement as his hand moved up the length of my slit and I noticed the two girls and the other couple had gone, Audrey seemed asleep but David had rolled onto his stomach and was watching us from the far side of the pool. I am sure he couldn't see what Sandy was doing but I'm hopeful that he might have liked to swap places with my virile room-mate who was deliciously beginning to work away between my open thighs.
I couldn't believe the tingles that Sandy was sending through me, it had been so long since anyone elses' fingers had caressed my sex and here he was knuckling me to intense pleasure. I began rocking into him and encouraging him to press harder and I felt the warm rush in my vagina that meant the first little bit of cream had flowed to the lips. Some guys like it when a woman creams like that but some freak out not knowing what is happening, especially if they are in the vicinity as it were, Sandy certainly liked it as he wowed and nodded his approval as the white liquid oozed through the tight material.
At last a guy who knew what was happening in my cunt, I wasn't far away from a climax now I was so excited. I wanted to come and squirt the full load in your face Sandy !
I pulled my hands underneath my bottom and lifted my legs up slightly spreading my crotch before his gaze with one finger pulled the crotch out of the way and presented my bald vagina to his loving gaze. There was no pretence now, in went a finger and I coated it liberally with gooey white spend. Looking up at me he sucked on his hand, making sure I knew he liked the taste, then stuck it back up me for another helping. Sandy was rubbing himself against the lower step and I couldn't wait to see his cock, it was a difficult choice as he was obviously just about to eat me out but I wanted this stud in my aching cunt for my first orgasm in days so I simply said "I need your cock now"
He nodded and stood up as if to leave, the head of his erect penis proudly peering over the waistband of his trunks which was just above the water level, I just had to see it all and so without waiting simply pulled his swimmers down to his knees and admired the phallus before me. I remembered it being large but it was magnificent, quite the largest I have seen and I wondered what this monster was going to feel like inside my vagina and indeed whether it would all go inside me. He was beautifully shaved too so that the whole organ was lovely and smooth around the base, and all the way up the long shaft to the shiny purple head where the foreskin had already retracted with his huge erection.
Tearing my eyes away from his groin I noticed Audrey getting up and watching us as she moved towards us to get her towel, David was already on his way out but she must have seen my disrobing of my lover and smiled, giving me the thumbs up as she turned to go. I must admit the potential for an audience had excited me, but now with nobody around I told Sandy to swap places and sit on the step, slightly lower in the water than I had been so that I could sit on his lap and impale my vagina on his massive cock.
The tip of his penis was just below the level of the water and the water took my weight as I lifted a leg over him and stood with my legs apart, his cock aimed directly at my hole of pleasure. Using the fingers of my right hand I pulled my labia apart and felt the heat of his cock head as it made first contact, at the perfect angle to slide inside my slippery twat. Sandy put his hands on my thighs and lowered me down gently as I began to fill with his hot penis. It continued to slide up inside me until it hit the head of my cervix, which no man had ever reached before. I could feel the tight ring being pushed aside but not penetrated and the head of his cock pushed into the side wall and very top of my vagina deep inside me. It was a weird sensation, being so totally filled with cock, not hurting or unpleasant but having something hot deep inside your guts.
I wanted to be fucked properly but there was still over an inch of cock to go and I knew I could not take it like this so I pulled up a little to let him know and asked him to be gentle this time and I would find a position better suited to full penetration. The cold water replaced my hot cunt around his cock and he grimaced a little as I turned around. This time I backed onto him and he found it difficult to penetrate me at all. He whispered that we had better get back to the room to sort things out properly, a good suggestion in the circumstances but I had so wanted to have our first good fuck in the water. I stood and rearranged the crotch of my suit to cover my pussy and Sandy stood and attempted to cover his throbbing cock with his tiny trunks but included some lewd thrusting in my direction. I also saw Audrey not too far away from the pool hedge boundary and wondered if she had seen a little more than she ought. There was something to talk about over lunch.
My pussy was slipping around inside, rubbing deliciously against the swimsuit as we hurried back to our room, the material being pushed up into my gaping cunt as I walked, I was a little worried about the comfort factor of his huge cock but that was not going to stop him from fucking me with it even if it hurt me, I was playing major league now as they say !
When we got inside I just beckoned him to the bed and began to take off my swimsuit, but Sandy stopped me and took of his trunks so that he was totally naked, his huge cock throbbing fully erect.
He told me he loved to be naked whilst his partner was clothed so once again I simply pulled the suit crotch aside and opened up my slushy hole for him. He showed me how to put a fist at the entrance to my vagina so that the whole of his cock was gripped and that extra inch would not hurt me. He slid in beautifully and began thrusting harder and faster, his fit body really flying up and down his cock slamming against the neck of my womb, I began teasing him about fucking an old woman, and that he needed to do it harder and his fantastic cock was bigger than anything I had ever had inside me.
He said that I was just a little girl with a bare pussy who needed to be taught a lesson by lots of young boys and filled with lots of sperm which had me cumming in quick fashion, I felt the cream squirting from my cunt and him cumming almost at the same time, spurting, almost pissing his spunk up me, I could feel the liquid running out along my arse crack soaking the already wet swimsuit crotch again and running onto the sheet below me. He barely slowed down after his orgasm, keeping me at my peak and causing more liquid to ejaculate from my pussy as if I was pissing myself.
Sandy was moving quickly again his cock still hard in my vagina, our hairless genitals banging together, this virile young stud was a repeater too, I took my fist away and just felt him banging away deep inside me, my cunt stuffed full of cock and both our juices spewing out each time he thrust. It obviously wasn't too comfortable for him as he could not get full penetration and so he pulled out and began masturbating. I rubbed my clit furiously, determined to cum with him, but I came first ejaculating my cream on to his tummy which he rubbed into his cock.
It took about 5 minutes for him to come again, fantastic, spurting more sperm over my pussy and swimsuit,
No man has ever stayed hard inside me and ever come twice for me like you did then Sandy, I loved the way you fucked me and told me I was a young girl, I just wanted to squirt and squirt.
We lay there for ages and Sandy told me about the difficulty of getting his big cock up inside a woman's vagina all the way so that he didn't bend or hurt his partner and the fact that he masturbated an awful lot. He said how I had been turned on when he talked about young boys and I admitted this had made me cum very hard indeed, and that I would be a young girl for him anytime.
We both decided to continue with our journals and let the other read it tonight, putting everything we wanted into it, things the other may not have noticed or said so here it is !
We have to include a list of 5 things we enjoy, and five things we want
I hope you are enjoying it so far Sandy, but I don't know when you will have time to write up your bit.
We were so exhausted that after dinner we just cuddled up and went to sleep although when I got up for a pee in the middle of the night Sandy was wide awake when I got back to bed and felt between my legs with his fingers as I climbed back in, he was hard so we cuddled for a while but soon drifted off again. In the morning we had little time to do anything because of the early start but did manage a gentle massage of eachothers genitals, my pussy was all tingly and wet and very smelly and I wanted to have a come but the bus was waiting and we had to go !
A couple of weeks later we re-enacted the pool scenario in the Jacuzzi at Audrey's house, these are the pictures that Sandy took as I wore that swimsuit again to turn him on again like that first time. (Deleted)
I look so happy because I am now getting a good seeing to whenever I need it and sometimes when I don't, This time I came much more loudly and almost as violently into the crotch of the swimsuit because he was sucking me through it ! His fantastic cock was not far behind his tongue either.
Janet Tuesday 16.00
Just grabbing an hour before we go out again, we are both writing furiously after a fantastic session in mid afternoon. I simply masturbated whilst Sandy filmed me with his video camera, I fucked myself with a very long lubricated candle and he had a close-up of my white stuff ejaculating from my vagina as I came, I didn't squirt as much as yesterday but it was still white and thick and Sandy ate it, and then sucked the rest out of my quim and licked my clit till I did it again, only a little the second time, more clear liquid lubricant than anything but oh so good again.
It feels so good to masturbate freely with someone appreciative watching and applauding as you orgasm. He then put the camera on my face and I sucked him till he pulled out and covered my face with sperm, shooting the last spurts directly into my mouth and I swallowed it down, tasting sperm for the first time in years, its lovely Sandy and I cant get enough now !
I want you to come in my mouth on a regular basis, I just love the way your cock swells before pumping that hot sperm out and into my mouth. There is so much of it too, I love the taste and want a mouthful before I swallow it down.
Audrey and I got to know each other this morning, we talked generally and found out a little about our histories, she was divorced five years ago, not really having a relationship since then although now that David had reached double figures (11 next month) she thought that maybe time for herself had arrived. I told her about my husband and our arrangement and she commented about our pool activity the previous afternoon delighted for me that I had a younger lover.
She had seen us playing with eachother and I told her that was the first time we had ever been sexual together and of course how wonderful the afternoon had been after that. She admitted to seeing your cock Sandy and remarked on its size and length, apparently the lover before her husband had been extremely well endowed and she said she had had difficulty in getting him all inside her. I admitted we had had a similar problem in that respect and she said she had a couple of good solutions to the problem which she would share later, one being the fist method which you showed me, the other being the candle idea. (I will show you that later !)
David had seen us playing too and she said he was very excited and erect on the short walk back and had gone into the bathroom when they returned to shower first. When Audrey had her turn she said she had found traces of his white sperm on the glass where he had obviously masturbated.
I asked her how she knew it wasn't just soap and she said it smelled of sperm and certainly tasted like it when she had put it in her mouth. She had actually tasted her own young son's semen !.
I told her frankly I loved to find evidence that my son had been wanking off, stains on the sheets or his increasing collection of porn magazines, I even admitted to watching him rub his little stiff penis, but that was long before he had been able to come. It really turns me on to think of young boys doing it but I had never been brave enough to do anything about it, then she admitted to being turned on herself and had frigged herself to orgasm in the shower thinking of you but more so, guiltily, also of her own son too! She even admitted to putting a gob of David's young spunk inside her vagina with her finger as she masturbated herself.
She said that she had seen him touching himself on many occasions but this was the first time she had realised he now had the ability to ejaculate. She felt extremely guilty as incest taboo was staring her in the face but she was so turned on she came very quickly.
I wonder if she would let the boy fuck me, maybe after you had put your cum up my cunt, or maybe you would like to do me afterwards using the young boys' cum as a lubricant for your big cock. I'm sure Audrey wouldn't say no to a helping of your cream whilst I entertain her little boy. Do you mind sharing me ?
Anyway now I think David has seen me playing with myself on the balcony that must be a lead in to suggesting something with them both, I don't think David should be on his own do you ?
I presume your tastes are exclusively for girls ? If so I may have a magazine or two at home which may interest you !
Enjoy tonight, I have been practicing for you, my cunt is itching just waiting to be filled again with your magnificent cock.
I love
Having your cock inside my vagina
Feeling you shoot your sperm inside my vagina
Spreading my legs wide and ejaculating in your face
Watching you masturbate your lovely big cock
The way you stay hard and make me orgasm again and again
I want
To take all of your cock inside my pussy to the very hilt
To see you fucking other women while I watch and join in
To have a smooth young boy fuck me under your tuition
To continue to have a great sex life when we return
Do lots more photography and filming of us fucking.
Sandy - Tuesday 16.00
Where do I start, I am so far behind with the journal and things have moved so fast.
Anyway on Sunday, when I got back to the room, we both headed out for a swim, Janet was wearing a very individual green one piece suit with a hole in the middle that clearly showed her breasts and was very tight between her legs. I was semi-erect and she clocked me looking closely at her. Audrey and David were there, together with nice woman whom I had met earlier, Jane was a tiny woman, grey hair maybe early fifties, her petiteness was very alluring, and also two small Indian Girls whose tiny white swimsuits were showing off their immature little bodies mighty sexily. I was so horny with all these women around I splashed around until Janet hurt her foot and sat up on the steps just out of the water to take a look. I found myself in a position with her legs spread and staring straight up into her crotch but she didn't make any attempt to move away so I took hold of her foot and brushed the back of my hand deliberately between her spread legs. She was well shaved and actually invited me to take a good look and I could easily make out the lips of her vagina through the material.
I saw the young girls watching from behind Janet and I knew Audrey and David were still there so I carefully begain to rub Janets pussy through the material. She pushed herself against me and I began to rub myself against a step low down in the water, my cock pushing out over the top of my trunks.
I couldn't believe that Janet had got so excited so quickly and saw her tense up and then some white stuff oozed out through the crotch of her suit. Now I had seen ladies cream and squirt on film but never in the flesh so I loved it, an obvious sign of sexual arousal and ease of orgasm. Lots of men think the girl is pissing on them (I'd love that too, please ! that's why I felt you last night to see if you were wet with piss) but Janet's initial worry was dispelled when I smiled up at her and she pulled the crotch aside so that I could see and do more for her.
I love the taste of a woman's cum and boy Janet did you have a good deal of it, your hole was just caked with sticky white fluid as if ten blokes had cum inside you, it coated my hands as I fingered your lovely bald cunt and I was going to get down and suck it all out when you decided you had waited long enough.
I'll finish the rest later but will tell you that when you unveiled my cock, the two little girls were just behind you gawping at the throbbing penis which you had grabbed hold of and they seemed very surprised and fascinated as you held your legs open for me to enter you, they must have been hoping to see us fuck but silently walked away as you turned around to sit on my cock.
I'd really love to have those girls come and play with me, I think just as much as you would like to play with young David ? The way you came when I said about fucking lots of young boys yesterday makes me think you like young cock as well as big ones ?
I regularly masturbate to pictures of naked little girls so I am happy to play out this fantasy with you if we are careful ?
Anyway this afternoon when I was out filming I saw you writing on the balcony from across the gardens, then I saw David below the rooms with his binoculars looking up towards you, I then looked through the telescope and saw that you had only a t-shirt on and also had your hairbrush right up your lovely cunt.
I love it that you masturbate whenever you can, just like me !
David must have been able to see every little detail of your hairless cunt as you masturbated. I thought you might like to know he was rubbing his cock inside his shorts, then you closed up quickly I think you saw him and he walked off, I decided to catch him up.
I asked him if he had enjoyed the show and reassured him that I didn't mind him looking. He said the women he had seen in books had lots of hair between their legs and that you were the first woman he had seen where you could actually see the slit and vagina and it made his penis really hard to think about what he had just seen.
He asked why you were putting the brush up inside your vagina and I explained to him about women masturbating and using things to simulate a hard penis inside their vaginas just like I'm sure he loved to rub his penis. He was quite embarrassed but I told him that all guys did it and I did it an awful lot, some women even like to watch and it's a great way to get to know how your lover likes to be stimulated by watching each other masturbate. I said that I was sure that Janet would love to see him playing with his young cock and masturbating just for her.
He said he had just done it in the shower and all this sperm had shot out, he had been having wet dreams for a few weeks but his was the first time he had actually ejaculated. I said I did it 2 or 3 times a day but now I was with Janet most of the sperm would be going up inside her tight little cunt and down her throat.
He asked about oral sex and I explained how that worked and especially how women loved it when you liked going down on their genitals and eating their clits.
He said he could only do it in the bathroom because his Mum was there so I told him his Mum probably had the same problem. He thought for a moment about the fact that his Mum masturbated too then said "I wish she would show me" my cock got hard thinking about Audrey wanking herself off with her son watching her, something to film I thought !
I said I didn't know about his Mum but maybe I could arrange for him to see Janet again and he nodded enthusiastically. I said bye and that I had to go and do some filming of a very special kind up in the room with you and he giggled knowingly.
I'd love to see him fuck you, you can teach him so much I'm sure and maybe you want to take us both together, just think of all that sperm we can give you !
I loved sucking you out, the pictures of you squirting were fantastic and masturbating with that long candle deep inside your vagina, and my cum all over your face is something I've always wanted to capture. Barbara only sucked me off completely once, but then she admitted no one had ever come in her mouth before, I don't know why she never did it again.
I've just got to watch you piss next time, I want to see you squat and really let go, and I'd love to try anal sex if you would like to, as I have never fucked a woman there, I wonder how deep I could shoot my sperm up your bottom ? I enjoy having plugs in my arse when I come as it intensifies the orgasm so finger stimulation there during fucking would be great for me.
You know I love to film you but I also want some photos too, that shot of you in the white nightie and silky panties needs to be re-created and this time the panties must come down and your juicy pussy must be seen before I fuck you on the kitchen table ! If you only knew the number of times I have wanked to that picture since I took it
I really love
Watching you masturbate and squirt cum out of your cunt
Your shaved cunt
Shooting my sperm all over your face
The way you make me cum time and time again.
Being told how wet you are between your legs at anytime of the day
I want to
Watch you piss and give me a golden shower
Fuck you in the arsehole and fingerfuck your cunt
Get young David to fuck you, and fuck you afterwards adding my sperm to his
Be in your ass when David is fucking your pussy with Audrey watching
Publish our pictures on the net and get some dirty correspondence going with other couples.
and one more for luck
Lick a little girls' bare slit with you watching if it can ever be arranged
I am really looking forward to reading your journal and having lots of sex in the coming weeks.
Janet - Wednesday 13.00
It was really hot yesterday afternoon when we were out, Sandy and I took our journals with us so when we stopped for a break we both sat on the lawn and read eachothers' story.
I had my cool summer dress on and Sandy was lying with his legs wide apart and an obvious hard on stretching the front of his shorts.
When no-one was nearby I quickly pulled my knickers off and gave them to him, they were wet with sweat and the juices I had produced in my excitement, I sat and read with my knees up so what breeze there was cooled my hot vulva, I badly wanted to masturbate there and then but it was also naughty to know we both would or should wait.
It's so good to know we both like youngsters, fantasy and reality as long as no-one is hurt.
It was great to learn that David wanted to see me again and superbly erotic that he masturbated and came, probably thinking of his Mum and me. It makes me so wet just thinking about having sex with both of you, his youth and inexperience and your massive hard cum-a-lot cock !.
I can't wait to have his little boy cock squirting his cum inside my vagina.
I bet you would like to see Audrey masturbate too ?
I've never had anal sex or had anything inside me there, so it would have to be something that I was ready for, I wont rule it out though if you really think its something that we should try.
On the bus home, Sandy was whispering to me that he wanted to fuck me as soon as we got in, all hot and sweaty, and then go into the bathroom to watch me piss and squeeze all his sperm back out again. In the gloom of the bus he could get a hand between my legs and rub my sopping wet pussy, getting a finger inside me and making me shake with desire, then putting it to his mouth and tasting my juices. The whole of my crotch was soaking, the wetness spreading out from the labia all around the shaved area of my vulva.
When we reached the lodge, Audrey walked with us to our rooms and said that she had seen Sandy sucking his fingers and had watched from the seat behind as he put them between my legs again.
"I wish I had been sitting next to him on the other side so that he could have felt how wet my pussy was just watching you two"
I said that tomorrow we would talk about letting her have some access to your cock to ease her frustration.
She asked if I had been practicing and I said that you had seen me with the candle but that tonight was the first time we would try it out for real.
When we got in, both sweaty and wet, I pushed Sandy back on the bed and pulled his shorts off, his cock was erect and shiny and I rubbed some baby oil into it so that it was even more slippery, then sat astride him pushing the hot helmet of his penis deeper to the ring of my cervix, then clenching my vagina like Audrey said I leaned forward to put the tip of his cock against the entrance to my uterus then pushed down some more as I relaxed. Just like when I had done it with the candle, I felt the elastic ring admit his penis and tighten around the head. I began to move up and down, Sandy matching my thrusts, my vagina completely filled and the stretching of my cervix feeling so wonderful. Sandy said it was like fucking two vaginas, one within another and he announced he was coming after only two minutes of total penetration.
My squirting started as well but the ring of my vagina was contracting hard on the head of his cock for a brilliant shared orgasm.
Sandy stayed right where he was, buried to the hilt inside me and turned me over, He began to fuck me harder than I ever had been before, each thrust had loads of cum and pussy juice squirting noisily from my vagina and down my arse crack as I raised my legs for him to go at me. It was hurting a tiny bit but the pleasure was intense as he battered away inside my pussy, I yelled at him to go harder and fill me with his little boy spunk again. I don't know how but he shot off again within a couple of minutes of his previous cum, and I could feel the hot sperm scalding the inside of my uterus, the ring of my cervix keeping it all deep inside me. I was having multiple orgasms, the sweat running down between my tits and our bodies sticking together with the lust of the moment.
He slowed and lay hotly on top of me as I stretched out my cramped legs, his wondrous penis still erect and trapped inside me.
After about half an hour of rest and groaning and kissing with his semi-hard cock still inside me, I announced my desire to pee and the twitch of his penis was sudden and dramatic. He wanted me to piss just as we were, all over the bed, but I declined and insisted we headed for the bathroom.
He pulled out of my vagina wetly, my cunt holding on to him tightly, scared of losing that filling and he reached into the bedside draw and pulled 2 pictures of a woman sitting on the toilet with her legs spread wide, squirting a stream of urine beyond the toilet and onto the tiled floor of the bathroom.
Our facilities were similar and Sandy was wanting to re-enact this scene.
I stood with my hand jammed between my legs as I was becoming desperate to urinate whilst Sandy set up the video camera.
I sat on the loo and spread my legs and couldn't stop myself from letting go, arching a stream across the floor and Sandy dived down into it, spreading his legs and masturbating his penis as I pissed all over him, he even made sure some went straight into his mouth as he furiously beat his rock hard penis.
He came very quickly, the first time I had really seen him take as much pleasure from an encounter as I felt he deserved, I certainly would not hold back on this perversion if he enjoyed it so much.
The floor was awash with my urine and flecks of his cum on the wall, he got up close to my still spread pussy as I squeezed my muscle to get the last of the pee out of me which dribbled into his mouth and then the cum from inside my vagina which was also had began to come down to join the wet party between my legs. I masturbated again rubbing my clitty harder as he cleaned me up and forced myself to have another fine orgasm, which I didn't think possible while he was doing it.
We headed for the shower and cleaned up the mess we had made as we did so, I wonder if the bathroom had ever seen such action ? Sandy says his cock is very sore but that was the best sex he has ever had, I must admit I agree and it can only get better I hope !
To Be Continued.
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Tied up after school MMMFF
(Two young schoolgirls on their way to one's folks' holiday retreat get picked up by three guys who use them, abuse them and thrill them - part 1)
School just finished yay! I rushed across the entrance to meet my friend Cassie. She was already there anxiously waiting. It was Friday the start of another fun weekend. We were going to sleepover at my parents place up in the forested hills not too far from our homes. We loved being up there because it was remote and no-one came to bother us. We used to go out and run around naked in the woods, swim naked in the lake and river and generally tease each other something awful. Our friendship had grown into something close to being lovers, but I still had secrets from her.
Like the fact that Id discovered about a year back that if I rubbed myself gently in just the right place between my legs, Id explode into a screaming wild thing and pleasure cells would erupt all over my body. I found out that others of my girlfriends had discovered this too, but I never told any of them, not even Cassie, that Id got in on the act. In fact, it was now an almost impossible thing for me to go to sleep without doing it at least once, usually twice and often even more times. This would give me the most amazing dreams, usually about older men doing even naughtier things with me. And then Id wake up and feel the need to play with myself again and again before I had to get up for school.
My folks had got used to the fact that, at weekends, Id only get up around 10 am, having had a number of these explosions, that people call orgasms, every morning and night. I guess I would have looked real sleepy, or something, but no-one ever said anything to me. I did notice that my older brother would look at me a bit weird some mornings. Maybe hed heard my pleasure cries, as our bedrooms were beside each other. But I didnt care. All I cared about was when I would have a moment to do it again. I was totally addicted.
Cassie was a beautiful girl now just turned 16. Her body had developed into something I was very jealous about. She already had bra size C, whereas mine were still only pin-pricks. I did wear a bra to make it look like I had more, but everyone knew I was only 14! But one thing I did have that was better than Cassie well, actually two things my very long and shapely legs. I worked on my body a lot at gymnastics and athletics. Id seen the boys looking at me with desire, probably waiting for me to grow up more. Their looks of lust towards Cassie, with her lovely rounded body, always sparked more jealousy inside me, but I was managing to cope.
On Fridays at school, we didnt have any athletics practice, so both Cassie and myself had got round to wearing non-regulation underwear. Today, I was wearing my favorite red panties brief and tiny disgusting for school at least, I knew thats what my teachers would say if they only knew! My bra was the best I could find to enhance my small size and I knew I looked good in it even quite adult. Other than that, it was a regulation blouse and skirt, although Id cut the skirt hemline so it was actually too short for regulation. Funnily, none of the teachers had picked up on it yet.
Cassie was like me adventurous. I knew shed be wearing her favorite yellow panties and matching bra under her school uniform. But she looked so gorgeous in whatever she wore. Wed often run around her house dressed in our undies, just for fun. We never closed the curtains, but also never saw anyone watching. A few times, wed stripped off completely and, when we were sure there was no-one around, we ran out of her garden, round the block and quickly back home. Only once did we see someone and that was old Mr. Simons from across the road. We didnt hang around to see his reaction, but I bet he was amazed.
We walked to the bus stop, chatting excitedly about our adventures for the weekend. The bus came and we got on, heading out to the forest in which my parents house was located, close to the lake edge. The bus soon became almost empty, just another older couple. The driver, who I already knew quite well as he lived in our street, called to me.
Hey, Sara, are you two going up to your folks place?
Yes, Mr. Dodds, we are. Can you drop us at the nearest point, please? I
responded.
Sure can. Its about a mile from here.
Soon, the driver pulled to a stop near a track that went into the forest, almost right to the holiday house. We thanked him and got out.
As soon as the bus had gone, we started walking slowly down the track, giggling and enjoying the nature around us. We could feel the silence of the forest closing in on us, but we werent frightened. No-one came this way usually and we knew our folks would be waiting at the house.
Lets take the short cut? I suggested, wanting to get there as soon as possible.
You know your folks dont like us going off into the forest when theyre not around, warned Cassie.
I know but just this once. It will be OK. Its so quiet.
I knew Id persuade her easily as Cassie always liked a challenge. We slipped off into the trees, along a barely discernible track that we both knew ended in the clearing beside my folks house. It was about a mile long and went through some fairly dense bushes.
We almost crept along, feeling, at least I did, just a little apprehensive of what might be hidden behind the next tree or bush. We stopped talking, listening for any unusual sounds. But all we could hear were the normal bird songs and scuttling sounds of animals in the undergrowth.
But then it happened! We came into a small clearing and there were three large men standing right in front of us, looking very menacing. First, they were really big guys, especially to us two young girls. And they all wore black masks, which made them look even more scary.
Before we had a moment to react, one of them had grabbed Cassie and another grabbed me, not viciously, but very firmly. We screamed once, but then couldnt do that again as wed had some material stuffed into our mouths. I was pushed to the floor and, very quickly and expertly, my ankles were bound tightly together with soft rope and my arms were tied together at the wrists. Nothing was too tight just enough to prevent me from moving. I looked over at Cassie and saw that she was in a similar state, but her skirt had ridden up and the guys were all looking straight at her lovely tight butt showing in all its glory. They all laughed at each other.
That sure is a pretty sight! one of them said, as the others laughed in
agreement.
Pick em up and lets go! ordered the third guy whod not touched us yet.
Dont forget the blindfolds!
I was surprised obviously; shocked definitely; but in a way quite excited. You see, one of my wickedest dreams was of being tied up and things being done to me while I was unable to move. Maybe I was now going to experience it, even if it was not to my own choosing, as my dreams always seemed to be. One thing those dreams did to me was cause the most incredible orgasms whenever they woke me up!
When the world darkened as a tight blindfold was put across my eyes, I whimpered with fear. The guy whod tied me picked me up like I was a feather and draped me over my shoulder, my butt facing backwards. I could hear Cassie getting quite agitated and obviously very frightened as she was presumably dumped on the shoulder of the other guy. However, for me, I could even feel my panties getting wet as the excitement about the situation began to get to me.
Come on, you two, and leave her butt alone, Jason! ordered the boss guy.
No-one was touching my butt, but I guess the guy carrying Cassie was doing something with her butt while she was helpless on his shoulder. I almost wished that my guy would do it to me
The guys seemed to move at quite a pace and after what I could only estimate at about 30 minutes, they paused. All this time, I had a guy holding tight to my legs and I was by the time he stopped almost aching for him to touch more than just my legs. I knew my panties were soaking by now!
OK. Lets get them inside, ordered the boss.
A door opened and I knew we were inside a house similar to my parents retreat. I was dumped onto what felt like a soft mattress.
Now before we take the blindfolds off, theres some things you girls gotta know. One, this place is even more remote than your folks place, Sara!
OMG, I thought, he knows my name!
Two, he continued, if you scream no-one will hear you, and we might actually like it.
The other guys laughed gruffly in agreement.
And three, the boss guy continued, were gonna do things to you that you wont even have dreamed off, but youll enjoy them or die!
There was more stifled laughter.
OK, boys, you can take off the blindfolds now.
I blinked in the bright light in the room. The sun was shining straight into what appeared to be a bedroom, with two large beds and all sorts of ropes and harnesses around the room. I looked over at Cassie, whod been dumped on the other bed and she looked at me, with a faint smile.
I looked up at the guys. They were standing in front of Cassie, staring at her, I guessed, although their masks hid any facial expressions in fact, any part of their faces.
Take your time, boys, the biggest boss guy said. We have all weekend. But first Sara has to call her folks and tell them shes decided to stay at Cassies place. Cassie doesnt need to call anyone coz her folks already think shes staying with Saras folks.
There were giggles from the other guys as the boss handed me my own cell phone.
It was in your bag, he laughed, seeing my surprise at how hed got hold of it. Go on, call them or else Cassie gets hurt right now.
He stepped menacingly towards Cassie and pulled out a large hunting knife. He grabbed her hair and she squealed, looking at me for help.
OK. Ill do it, but only if you promise not to hurt her, I cried, anxious that my lovely Cassie would not suffer.
After one guy had pulled out the gag in my mouth, I took the phone and called my folks. At first there was no reply. I tried again and this time my Dad answered.
Hi, Dad! I called. Been a change of plan. Cassie has decided shes not in the mood for a weekend in the hills, so were gonna stay in town. Is that OK?
Sure, Dad replied, obviously a little puzzled. Any real reason? Cassie usually loves coming up here.
Nah, I replied. Just the old Cassie. You know whats shes like sometimes. A bit of a home girl.
OK. If thats what you want. Take care now and give our best wishes to Cassies parents, wont you.
Sure will will be there in about 5 minutes after Ive picked up my stuff from home. Bye and see you Monday.
Dad cut the connection, satisfied with my explanation. The guy grabbed back the phone and immediately switched it off.
Switch hers off too, he ordered as pone of the other guys waved Cassies new cell phone in her face.
My guy stuffed the gag back into my mouth as soon as he could. The guy then switched off Cassies phone and sat beside her.
Can I be first with this one? he asked the boss guy.
Why not? he replied. Well all have them both several times over the next couple of days and other things too!
Can we watch? asked the third guy.
That was the agreement, remember, said the boss. Well do whatever we like with them, but only while the others are watching.
By now, my panties were almost dripping with my pent-up excitement. But the guys didnt know that. It seemed they were first going to have Cassie and me later perhaps even tomorrow.
The guy who had chosen to go first sat down next to Cassie on the bed. He stroked her gently across the face and she whimpered. I could see real fear in her eyes. I wasnt sure why. She was not a virgin, having been had by her brother several times last year. At least, thats what she told me. And her current boyfriend had tried several times but not yet succeeded. She also told me she had a dildo at home that she used when she wanted something inside her. I tried to pretend that I knew what she meant, but Id really no idea. My fingers were the only things that had been anywhere near my pussy, but I did know what most people called it.
The way Cassie was sitting on the bed, it was obvious that he couldnt do much with her. But he first unbuttoned her school shirt slowly, taking his time and admiring her soft skin, caressing her all the time. Her whimpers of fear had changed, at least I thought so, into whimpers tinged with a little pleasure. Cassie was getting turned on, everso slightly. I looked at the other two guys. They were similarly entranced as Cassies lovely body slowly emerged. I noticed that the boss guy was pressing his hand against what seemed to be a huge bulge in his pants. The other one was rubbing a similar bulge in his own pants and murmuring something unintelligible as he watched closely.
This is one real honey! exclaimed the guy pawing Cassie.
His hands roughly pushed the material of her school blouse off her shoulders and he looked longingly at her sexy bra. Her lovely breasts seemed to almost push themselves towards him as he struggled to unfasten the bra.
Its no good, Jamie, he pleaded, Ive gotta release her hands and legs. You know how it goes.
Well, you just be careful she doesnt get away. Get her naked quickly then well tie her up again.
The guy, who seemed to be called Jason, quickly unfastened the rope around Cassies wrists and then her ankles.
Dont you kick me, he warned, Or youll get marked for life or worse!
His threat was menacing and Cassie just lay there and submitted as he pulled off her blouse and then reached behind her to unfasten her bra. This brought his face right close to hers and he leaned in to kiss her lips. She didnt pull away, but she didnt open her lips either. There was still some reluctance in her, despite the obviously serious situation in which we both were. The guy tried to make her kiss him properly, but she didnt tough stuff, Cassie! They knew they wouldn't need to tie her up again as she was making no attempt to get free.
But what he did manage to do while he was kissing her was to unclip her bra and ease it from her beautiful boobs. Even I gasped at how good they looked, even crushed up against him a few seconds later. He grunted lustily.
Ive just gotta feel her skin on mine! he exclaimed, standing up and quickly taking off his T-shirt.
He had a wonderful muscly body it looked like he worked out regularly. I drooled at the sight of his flat stomach and solid arms. Cassie looked at him too, and she couldnt disguise her thoughts of how good he looked. I knew that she had the real hots for sporty men like that, so I could imagine her feelings. She moaned slightly as he leaned back against her and hugged her closely. I loved watching her tight boobs pressing into his chest and I could not help whimpering with arousal. I dont think the guys heard me as they were concentrating so much on Cassie.
She was not making any moves to repel or attract the guy, but he soon had his hands on her boobs, squeezing and mauling them in just the way I knew she liked. Her nipples grew into hard points and the aureolas swelled and became all ridged, like she did with me playing. My pussy was now aching with lust and I wondered how long I would last without actually exploding. It was so exciting watching Cassie and this guy.
Come on, Jason, said the boss. Get her naked now!
Cassie looked at me fearfully, but I just responded with what was probably a lust-filled smile. There was a faint trace of a smile on her face when she saw that response from me. I was beginning to think that she was actually starting to enjoy what was happening to her.
The guy called Jason knelt on the floor and pushed Cassies legs apart. All I could see was a brief glimpse of her yellow panties. Then he turned her onto her belly and unzipped the back of her school skirt. She moaned with fright as he quite roughly pulled her skirt down her legs.
Man, she has great legs and look at that tight ass! crowed Jason.
The other two murmured in agreement and both began rubbing the bulges in their pants even more.
Now get those panties off, cried the boss guy. I want to see that bare ass!
Jason ran his big hands slowly up the length of Cassies legs and she involuntarily moved them apart a little. Her yellow panties looked just awesome, pulled tight across her lovely firm butt. The big guy grabbed the sides of her panties and yanked them downwards. They cleared her butt in less than a second and all three guys gasped with admiration. Cassie does have a more than just cute ass its wonderful! So I could imagine it was a real turn on for these obviously very horny guys.
Her panties are a bit wet! chuckled Jason. She must be getting turned on.
Ive gotta take it out, cried the guy whod carried me.
He quickly unzipped his pants and then pulled out the first erect cock Id ever seen in real life. It was huge, purple/pink and looked like it was really hard. The man began to stroke it along the length slowly. I dont think he was aware of how much that turned me on. Perhaps he didnt think I could see what he was doing. But when there was a huge drop of clear stuff that dripped from the tip, I couldnt suppress my moan of lust. The guys all looked at me, but I feigned that it was pain, not pleasure. Inside, I was bursting with pleasure and almost cumming, despite my situation.
Mmmmmm, the guy moaned as he watched his mate strokling Cassies gorgeous butt. You gonna take her from there or turn her over?
I like watching them enjoying my cock! grinned Jason. So Ill turn her over.
Actually, he didnt really need to force Cassie to move as she almost automatically turned onto her back. The guys all gasped again when they saw her pussy for the first time. Cassie always keeps it well shaven and shes very particular about how clean she is. I always love looking at her naked and even now I was aroused almost beyond control.
Jason slowly pulled her legs apart, opening up her pussy lips and brining more gasps of lust from the guys. The guy stroking his cock was going faster now and moaning all the time.
Dont cum now, you fool, warned the boss guy. Youll want to shoot that load inside that beautiful pussy before too long.
The guys all laughed and the one stroking stopped immediately.
I nearly lost it! he groaned. Shes so gorgeous!
Yea, aint she, moaned the third guy, more than that. Shes damn sexy too.
Get it out, let her see you! ordered the boss guy.
Jason stood up between Cassies legs, looking at her helpless but very beautiful naked body. Cassie was staring straight at the huge bulge in his pants and her eyes widened with fear as he unzipped his clothes. He pushed his pants to the floor, revealing a tight ass with muscular legs. From where I was lying, he looked really sexy. Then he pushed his briefs down. Cassies eyes almost popped out of her head and I could detect a smile of arousal on her face.
Then he turned slightly towards me and I could see what she was grinning at. The guy had an immense cock, much bigger than the guy whod been stroking his. She was really going to feel it!
There you go, sweet Cassie! he murmured, grinning. Is that big enough for you?
Cassie shook her head, probably meaning that she didnt want him to do anything with her.
Ill be gentle, but you have to just let me or it will hurt, he warned.
His big hand played around with Cassies pussy for a while until he could feel her juices.
Shes really wet now, he gurgled, grabbing his cock and aiming it straight towards Cassies pussy.
You dont want her to suck it first? asked the boss guy.
Nah! One touch of those sexy lips of hers and Id blow in her mouth. This first big load is destined for deep inside her beautiful pussy.
The other two laughed in agreement.
Go on now! Give it to her! said the boss guy.
Im gonna take my time. You can go and use the other one if you cant wait, suggested Jason.
Nah. Well wait. Thats what we agreed. First wed all have the older one then all would have the younger one. After that well swap whenever we feel like it again.
The others both agreed and the guy whod carried me began to stroke his cock again, almost right in front of my nose. I loved watching how he did it slowly and all along the length. I could watch the veins on his cocks surface as his fingers moved over them. And the amount of clear stuff dripping out the tip was just awesome. I was so close to exploding that I just had to keep wriggling. The guys thought I was just frightened and ignored me as they watched their mate about to put his cock somewhere soft and warm Cassies pussy.
Jason had Cassies legs spread wide apart now and I could see the delicious pinkness inside as her pussy lips pulled apart. There were juices on her now she was getting hot! He held out his enormous cock it was throbbing and oozing clear stuff and aimed it towards her now gaping pussy.
She wants it! cooed the boss guy.
Yea, chimed in the third guy. Shes ready for you, Jase.
Jason knew Cassie was ready. Even I could see the resigned yet not scared look on her face. She wasnt tied up any more, but she also didnt want to move away. She was almost welcoming him inside her. He leaned forward, his cock headfirst just touching her pussy. She flinched but then opened her eyes wide as he began to push. I had a great view as his big cock opened her pussy up and the head slipped slowly inside. The two other guys were frantically playing with their cocks, one outside his pants, the other still amazingly inside.
As Jason continued to push against Cassie, his cock slowly buried inside her in a single long thrust, hed taken her right onto it the full length! I couldnt believe what I was seeing and my body just erupted into a wickedly exciting orgasm, making me writhe and wriggle on the bed. If Id not had the gag still in my mouth, Id have screamed. As it was, the guys probably thought I was scared of it being my turn next. Instead, I had the biggest orgasm of my young life!
Jason held his cock still, deep inside Cassie.
Her pussy is milking me! he exclaimed, excitedly.
What the hell do you mean? asked the boss guy.
Shes wanking me off with her pussy. Its awesome, he cried with a huge grin. This pussy is just unbelievable. She gonna make me shoot without even moving.
Cassie grinned at me faintly, so theyd not see. Then she closed her eyes. With a loud roar of pleasure, Jason pushed even harder against her.
Shes making me cum, oh man! Ugh, ugh ugh!
With each grunt, he shoved his cock hard against her, obviously filling her young pussy with his load of hot cum. And even more surprising, Cassie suddenly exploded into an orgasm herself, although she didnt scream like she goes with me. Her whole body went wild and she almost forced his huge cock out of her in her crazy movements. But Jason was big enough to hold her down and he managed to keep his cock deep inside her pussy until shed calmed down.
That was unbelievable, Jason finally admitted as he began to slowly withdraw his cock from Cassies pussy.
It looked it, Jase, said the guy near me, his cock throbbing wildly in his hand. Can I have her now?
Be my guest, but Id wait a bit until all my cum has dripped out. Otherwise shell be too wet for you.
He backed away completely from Cassie, leaving the girl with her legs spread wide apart and at first a dribble then a pouring of white juices began to come out of her pussy. The juices dribbled down her ass crack and soaked into the bed sheets. It was an amazingly erotic sight.
Both the other guys looked hungrily at Cassie, lying back and offering herself to them. The guy whod carried me already had his cock out and he soon slipped down his pants and briefs, leaving him naked from the waist down. His cock looked delicious when it was fully in view.
I want her from behind, he said, grabbing her little body and flipping her over onto her belly. On your hands and knees, honey, he ordered.
Cassie got onto her hands and knees and this positioned her tight butt right in front of me. Cum was still oozing from her pussy. She looked ready for the second round and still all the guys were ignoring me. I reckoned that Cassie had a few more cocks to cope with before they lost interest in her wonderful sexy body. In some ways, that was good for me, but I really needed to feel a cock inside me for the first time ever. And I didnt want them to untie me.
The guy pulled Cassie by her hips to the edge of the bed where her pussy was at just the right height. He didnt waste any time he just aimed his cock head at her pussy and pushed it straight in. She even gasped as he drove deep into her and kept it there, holding onto her buttocks.
You gotta milk me too, sweetie, he groaned, probably already feeling her pussy muscles working their magic on his cock shaft.
Doesnt that just feel great? asked Jason, grinning with the pleasure of his recent orgasm.
Quite amazing! cried the guy. Ive had lots of pussy, but nothing ever felt like this. Im not going to last. This is unbelievable.
He pulled Cassie back onto his cock as hard as he could and began to chant his grunts in a rhythm that we all knew was him pumping his cum deep into her pussy.
Ive never cum so hard or so quickly! he exclaimed. That was incredible, darling!
With his cock still buried deep inside Cassie, he bent over her and kissed the back of her neck.
But she didnt cum groaned the guy.
Nah! You came too quickly. A girl needs a few seconds to build up, explained the boss guy. Now get out of her. Its my turn.
As he spoke, he tore off his T-shirt and pushed down his pants. He wasnt wearing briefs and his enormous cock sprang out into his hand. I groaned within the gag, almost cumming again at such a magnificent spear. The other guy dragged his cock out of Cassie and her pussy just spewed out his cum in a long outpouring. When the flow had calmed somewhat, the boss guy pushed the other one away and stood behind Cassie. I just marveled at his wonderful physique. His muscular frame was superbly proportioned and his cock stuck upwards proudly.
Get on your back, Cassie. I want you to watch this! he ordered.
Cassie quickly flipped herself over, spreading her legs even wider than before. She looked amazing and from the secret smile playing across her face, I could see that she was really enjoying her rape it had become a pleasure for her. Her eyes widened even more when she saw the size of the boss guys cock, but I knew shed hardly feel it as it slid into her well-lubricated pussy.
And I was right! She almost didnt react when he pushed it against her and drove it fully home inside her pussy in a single thrust.
Hows that? he asked as Cassie just groaned. Ever had one this big?
Cassie shook her head vigorously but then closed her eyes.
Damn it, man, the boss guy cried, clearly surprised. Shes really got something special in here!
He didnt move as Cassie was obviously massaging his cock shaft expertly with her pussy muscles.
I cant believe this, he cried. No woman has ever done this
He stopped and cried out loudly, clearly unloading his cum inside her. It must have taken less than 30 seconds. He kept his cock inside her as his spams calmed down, but his breathing was erratic and his eyes looked wild.
Premature ejaculation, Simon? quipped Jason.
No, you bastard. That was just instant sexual pleasure. Thank you, my sweet honey.
He leaned over Cassie and kissed her on the lips. This time, her lips opened and she pulled him against her. They kissed for what seemed like several minutes.
I was in ecstasy Id just watched my girlfriend take three huge guys inside her pussy and make them cum like a real professional without herself being hurt or damaged in any way. Yes, her pussy was full of cum and, yes, she was lying on her back on the bed looking like she could take even more huge cocks and, yes, Id even enjoyed an enormous orgasm while I watched. Was there anything wrong in all this?
Well, yes there was. She had been captured and forced into this situation against her will. But was it now against her will that she was lying there with her legs wide apart, a massive pool of cum between her butt cheeks? Was it against her will that she grinned at me slightly when the guy Jason, whod had her first, stepped up between her legs again and thrust his big cock straight back inside her? And was it against her will that this time she wrapped her legs round his back and pulled him tighter inside her?
Id expected to see the guys need something of a break after Cassie had massaged them each into orgasms theyd been amazed at. But from my vantage point on the other bed, I could see two other large cocks still fully erect and obviously ready to go again. Jason began to move inside Cassie this time, thrusting his big cock slowly in and out of her soaking pussy in a deliberate slow rhythm. Cassies boobs showed her excitement her nipples were standing out like corks on top of her firm globes and I knew it would only need one or two brushes of my tongue across them to send her into a wild orgasm. However, it looked like Jasons long slow thrusts of his big cock were doing just the right thing too.
Jason grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs upwards, almost bending her double. She grimaced at first but then relaxed as he just kept pushing into her.
I just cant get enough of this fantastic pussy, he announced to his two mates.
They were obviously enthralled by what they could see of Jason enjoying Cassie, as both of them were avidly stroking their own huge cocks. None of the guys had lost their erections since cumming inside her and they all clearly wanted another go. I wondered what sort of state theyd be in if they were ready for me later.
Jason kept thrusting and Cassie was soon thrusting her body back at him. The slap of their bodies together was exciting and I was getting close to cumming again. I caught her eye momentarily and I could tell that she was really enjoying his slow measured thrusts. It was just the way she always told me she liked her sex - not the frantic wiggling of little cocks that all the young boys seemed to do. She'd only had guys older than herself, sometimes many years older.
My pussy was on fire - I wanted a cock or something, but there was no way I was going to ask for it. I'd just wait, letting myself cum every so often when things got too hot. And they were just about to as Jason grunted loudly and shot more of his cum deep inside Cassie's pussy as she also orgasmed, must to the guys' amusement.
"She's such a hot one!" exclaimed the boss guy. "Now she's cumming for us all over the place. Take out the gag so we can hear her screams - whether of pleasure or pain."
Jason pulled out Cassie's gag and immediately began kissing her deeply, his cock still right up inside her pussy. She wriggled her butt towards him and he soon broke away.
"Oh man!" he cried. "Her pussy's got me rock hard again. I want to keep going!"
"Nah!" cried the boss guy. "She's mine now. Get away!"
He roughly pushed Jason away and the poor guy's cock pulled out of Cassie with a plop, followed by a river of cum. The boss guy, with his cock hugely erect, stepped between her legs and dragged her so that her butt was on the edge of the bed.
"Now get those legs open, you guys!" he ordered. "I want you to hold them high above her head while I drill her deep."
Jason and the other guy pulled Cassie's legs wide apart and pushed them until she was almost bent double. Then the boss guy aimed his cock at her dripping pussy and pushed it straight in. Cassie cried out, probably with pleasure and she grinned at me.
The bopss guy just started thrusting into her like a wild man, grunting with each hard thrust. Cassie began to moan with him and I soon realised that she was heading for a mind-blowing orgasm on this guy's cock. With her legs held apart, he was so deep inside her he might have been touching her cervix. But for whatever reason, she soon wailed out an enormous orgasm as he pumped her full of his cum again.
When he pulled his still big cock out of her, there was even more cum pouring out of her now thoroughly messy pussy. Oh how I wish I could have asked them if I could clean her up!
The third guy was panting for his second go, his cock throb bing like crazy in his hand.
"Can I have her ass now?" he asked the other two. "She's gonna be too sloppy inside for me."
The boss guy nodded, obviously very satisfied with his recent orgasm.
"Go on. I doubt that's she's a virgin their either, are you, Cassie?"
Cassie nodded her head. I already knew she'd enjoyed a couple of anal sessions - they were guaranteed to make her orgasm even more times.
"Turn over, sweet honey," suggested the third guy. "Your ass looks too tempting to miss."
He played with his fingers around her asshole, smearing the cum juices all around and slowly opening her ass up with first one finger, then two, then three. Cassie was moaning with delight now, thoroughly enjoying herself and their manipulations.
When he was satisfied that she was wet enough, he pushed his big cock head against her sphincter. She'd ;learned to relax it already and it only took a little pressure before the head slipped through the muscle ring. Both Cassie and the guy gasped with pleasure. He continued to push slowly until his long cock was fully deep in her bowels. Cassie turned her head to grin at me.
"She's so tight and yet she's doing it again. Massaging my cock. Damn it!" cried the guy.
He was trying to saw his cock in and out of her ass, but Cassie's muscle control was too much for him. Finally he gave up moving it.
"The bitch is making me cum again!" he cried, grinning and pressing in as hard as he could. "Damn, damn, damn," he grunted, clearly unloading his cum deep into Cassie's butt as she orgasmed with him, crying softly.
"That was just awesome!" he admitted as he withdrew his cum-covered cock from her asshole. "She is one wicked bitch and I want more."
Outside, it had become dark now - it must have been quite late. Good slow sex like they'd had usually took a long time!
"Tomorrow now, you bastard!" cried the boss guy. "We promised we'd just have the first one twice each then let them rest. Put them together on the same bed and bind the older one's hands and ankles again. You can leave their gags out - they might want to console each other..."
The other two did as he suggested, and I was carried over to lie beside Cassie.
"That young one has such fantastic legs!" groaned Jason as my skirt flipped up. "And look at those cute red panties. I'm gonna enjoy dreaming of her tonight!"
The three guys all got dressed and left us together. Cassie looked at me and grinned broadly.
"I've never felt so good," she murmured, leaning as far as she could towards me. Our lips met and we kissed deeply.
"I loved watching you," I admitted. "I had two orgasms while they were doing it to you."
"They didn't hurt me at all. It wasn't real rape!" she agreed. "I lost count of how many times I came!"
We kissed again.
"Shall we try to get some sleep?" I suggested. "Or we could try and untie each other and escape."
"Escape?" asked Cassie. "I don't want to escape. I'd pay good money for having this much fun. What do you think?"
"I guess I'll wait until tomorrow," I agreed.
I wasn't about to tell Cassie that I hoped they'd leave me tied up and give it to me in all sorts of uncomfortable positions. I'd leave that till the morning.
"Don't you want to get cleaned up?" I asked gently.
"Nah! I like feeling all messy. In any case, how could we do that?"
I had to admit she was right. With my wet panties, well, actually soaking wet panties, and her pussy and the bed drowned in guy cum, there was little point in not just living with it. We soon dozed off into our own secret worlds.
I was woken up later in the night by an urgent male voice. It was Jason.
"I can't wait," he whispered. "I want to have you now!"
He gently picked me up, without waking Cassie, threw me over his shoulder and carried me outside onto a grassy patch beside the house.
"Now I'm not going to untie you. I'm just going to have you on your hands and knees. OK?"
I didn't really have any choice, and anyway I was relishing the thought.
He moved me until I was comfortably resting on my hands and knees.
"You have the best butt anywhere," he mused, stroking it lovingly as he lifted my skirt and slowly pulled down my panties. "OMG, you're so wet!" he exclaimed. "You're such a slut."
I nodded vigorously and pushed my butt back towards his probing fingers.
"Go on, Jason!" I urged. "Do it to me, but please be gentle. I won't scream."
His cock was rock hard as he pushed it against my pussy - my virgin pussy, at least from a guy point of view. He shoved and the head penetrated. He was big, but felt so good. I was ready to cum almost before he was fully inside, but somehow I managed to hold back. He just kept pushing deeper and deeper until our bodies met in that delicious feeling of togetherness. Fourteen I might have been, and inexperienced, but I knew this was going to be one awesome ride. There was no pain because I was so relaxed about this. I wanted it and I was sure I was going to enjoy it, even more because I was still tied up!
He grabbed my hips and forced his cock deep inside me. The feeling of being so filled up was intense - I wanted to scream.
"How's that, Sara?" he murmured. "You like a big cock?"
"I love it," I moaned in reply.
He thrust even harder and deeper, assaulting my tight pussy while I wriggled to get him even deeper.
"You can't do it like Cassie," he groaned, "But you're gonna make me cum soon anyway. Your pussy's so damned tight!"
I giggled softly, my orgasm approaching like a runaway train.
"Aaaaagh!"
I managed to control my cry of pleasure as I erupted into orgasm, forcing his orgasm to explode too, filling me with his hot cream. He grunted and groaned as he came, spurting into me many times each with a deep thrust.
"That was awesome," he whispered, after a few seconds.
"Lovely!" I agreed, as he slowly pulled his cock out.
Hot cum dribbled down my thighs and I tingled all over.
"I want you again!" he cried, turning me over onto my back.
He pushed my legs up tight against my chest, bending me completely double. It was not at all comfortable, but he didn't care now. His cock had stayed firmly erect and he pushed it straight back into my pussy, starting to thrust it into me quite roughly. This now felt like real rape, and it excited me beyond my imagination. I couldn't move but he was doing everything right for me. His cock was pounding in and out of my pussy, forcing my orgasm to build rapidly.
"Sara! Incredible! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" he grunted each time he thrust deep inside me.
I began to gasp as he was pressing the air out of my lungs by pushing against my legs. Soon I was really becoming breathless, but in fact it was increasing my excitement. The waves of pleasure coursing through my body were just astonishing as he forced himself deep inside me. I was going to cum again really hard.
I cried out loudly this time, unable to hide the intensity of my orgasm. He must have felt the spasms in my pussy as he increased the power of his pounding until he was just crashing into me.
"OMG! Gonna cum! Gonna cum!" he cried. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!"
Again I felt the warmth of his cum flowing into me from his pumping cock. Awesome!
In the heavy breathing silence that followed our wonderful orgasms, we heard noises from within the house. The other guys were getting up. Jason pulled his cock out of my pussy, quickly pulled his clothes together and grabbed me. He pulled up my panties, sort of! Then he picked me up like I weighed as much as a feather and put me over his shoulder again. He almost ran with me into the house and dumped me on the bed again next to Cassie, who was startled into waking up. She quizzed me quickly in whispers and I told her what had happened. All the time, I could feel Jason's two loads of cum dribbling out of my pussy and all over my legs. We giggled quietly together.
After about half an hour of the guys making noises elsewhere in the house, the boss guy came for us with bowls and cups of food. He untied us, making sure we knew he would be watching, and then sat us at a table to eat. All the time, I could feel warm cum pooling into my panties. Jason must have unloaded a huge quantity into me.
After we'd eaten, the boss guy took us to a bathroom.
"There are towels, shower gel and shampoo. Get yourselves cleaned up. You've got half an hour, then Jason will be in for you. OK?"
We nodded, glad to have some time to ourselves and to get our hands and ankles moving freely again.
When he'd gone, Cassie just fell into my arms and kissed me deeply.
"I've never had such fun in my life," she giggled. "They obviously think they're tormenting us, but it's actually us getting as much, if not more pleasure."
We quickly stripped out of what clothes we had left on. I loved looking at her naked and we were soon under the shower in a close embrace, enjoying each others bodies. Her nipples were fantastically erect and, when I caressed them, she just groaned with lust. We ended up fingering each other's pussies and clits until we exploded into orgasm simultaneously, crying and moaning in delight. When we'd calmed down somewhat, we washed each other tenderly and I almost came again when she decided to suck on my sensitive boobs.
We were ready to dry ourselves when Jason burst into the bathroom. He pulled back the shower curtain and feasted his eyes on our two young naked bodies.
"Well, you two are a real picture right now. I wonder who'll be the most messed up by tonight?"
He was actually serious, but there was a twinkle in his eyes.
"It's OK, girls," he murmured. "I'll make sure they don't hurt you. But you may have to do things you don't really like. Promise that you'll do your best at everything and you'll be fine."
We both nodded eagerly and hugged him as he ran his fingers all over our hot tingly bodies. Having had me twice within the hour, he wasn't extraordinarily horny, but I felt a substantial bulge in his shorts when I pressed against him.
"What's going on in there?" called the boss guy suddenly.
We saw him standing in the doorway.
Jason passed us some clothes, just a simple dress each with no underwear and we slipped them on without worrying about drying our skin. It was warm enough for us to dry naturally.
Jason and the boss guy took us back to the bedroom.
"OK, girls. Now here's the deal," said the boss guy. "We've got you for the weekend and we're gonna use you any way we like. If you do anything to one of us, you will be punished severely. Understand?"
Cassie and I nodded.
"If you behave and do what we ask, you'll have pussies and mouths and even your butts filled with cock at regular intervals, which may or may not be to your liking. We've also got some other things we're gonna use on you. You'll see them later. When we're done with you, we're gonna get you to perform for us and some more mates before we let you go. OK?"
I guess we didn't have much choice, but so far it had been fun and neither of us had been hurt, so apart from missing our families, we were quite OK. In my case, I was hoping they'd tie me up again and enjoy me in more ways. I was now ready for anything, as long as it was a cock!
We nodded in agreement and giggled at each other. The boss guy grabbed Cassie and took off the ropes binding her wrists and ankles.
"I'm gonna have you first, Cassie, while Jason and Rob work on your friend."
Cassie just lay back compliantly, watching closely and the big guy slowly undressed in front of her. Meanwhile, I was treated to the gorgeous sight of Jason's huge cock coming towards my face, while Rob pulled out his also very large cock and got me turned over onto my hands and knees to thrust that cock straight into m,y pussy. As I was still bound tightly, I was in heaven again. Then Jason pulled up my head and pushed his cock right against my mouth. I quickly opened my lips and his huge cock forced its way inside. There wasn't much room, and I had to really stretch, but once the big head had gone in, it was a lot easier to suck in the rest.
Jason groaned deeply, especially when I began to lick and suck on his cock in earnest. I guessed he would last for a while, having had me twice already this morning. There was a delicious feeling of being filled up as the guy Rob drilled me with his giant cock. I tried to glance sideways to see how Cassie was doing but all I could see were flailing arms and legs. From her cries of pleasure she was obviously having great fun. The boss guy was grunting loudly and it sounded like it wouldn't be too long before Cassie took another cum load inside her pussy. I knew she wouldn't object to that!
My pussy was working overtime on Rob's big cock and it was almost too soon when he exploded inside me. I was getting a thrill from the warm cum spreading through my body but I was nowhere near getting an orgasm.
"Your pussy is awesomely tight, Sara," giggled Rob, starting to pull out his cock.
I squeezed my pussy muscles closed and almost bit off Jason's cock at the same time. He yelped and patted me on the face. I grinned up at him and mouthed 'sorry'.
However, Rob got the message. He stayed inside me and I could feel his big cock rapidly reviving as I used my pussy muscles to massage his shaft. I'd not done that before, but it was a good trick to learn. Soon his cock was as hard as ever and he began to saw it in and out of my welcoming pussy again. Lubrication was no problem as his cum was dribbling out of my pussy and down my thighs.
I looked up at Jason, pleading for him to untie my wrists. He was lost in the pleasure of my blowjob and I could feel his cock beginning to throb. I paused in my sucking and let his big cock out of my mouth. I leaned back and offered him my hands. He got the message and quickly untied me. I was till firmly tied at the ankles so Rob was getting the tightest pussy he'd ever have. His thrusts were now getting quite hard and I needed my hands free to brace myself against his thrusts. This just made my sucking on Jason's cock all the better and he was soon groaning and grunting with pleasure.
I heard a scream beside me as Cassie exploded into orgasm, at the same time hearing the boss guy's loud grunts as he unloaded his cum deep inside my friend. Somehow, from nowhere, this sparked my own orgasm and I cried out as my pussy went into violent spasms. However, this didn't set off either of the two guys assaulting me. It felt like both of them were going to be working on me for a long while yet.
Cassie slid across the bed beside me and began to caress my little boobs, that were hanging down in front. They could barely hang down, but you know what I mean! She soon made the nipples extremely sensitive and I wanted her to suck and chew on them. She understood and moved under me so that her mouth could attack my horny nipples. I groaned with delight as her teeth fastened onto my nipple - it was delicious!
Those two cocks were going in and out of my pussy and mouth in an unceasing rhythm and I was loving every moment. An orgasm was building from way back and I just tried to let it build as quickly as I could. My nipples soon became sore from Cassie's lovely teeth but that just seemed to increase my build-up. I wanted to scream and cry out as the two guys pummeled me between them in a sawing motion that was just so exciting.
Jason was the first to say something.
"WOW!" he cried, "This bitch is gonna make me cum again!"
I just had time to wonder whether he'd told the other two guys about having me outside earlier, when his cock swelled in my mouth. He grunted loudly.
"Take it all, you bitch<" he yelled as his big cock began to spurt what seemed like more rivers of cum straight into my throat.
I gulped and swallowed as quickly as I could, but I didn't have time to thoroughly enjoy the taste and feeling because Rob was now urgently thrusting into me.
"Yea! Yea! Yea!" he yelled as his cock exploded with a sudden rush and unloaded a huge cum inside my already soaked pussy.
I felt him pull out his slightly deflated cock and another pair of hands grabbed my hips.
"I'm gonna take her ass now!" cried the boss guy, using his fingers to put juices all round my little asshole.
In seconds he'd pushed his big thumb through my sphincter and I was ready. My virgin ass was about to be plundered and I was ready for it.
His cock head touched my little brown hole and I tried hard to relax. Surprisingly, the boss guy was very gentle. He pushed gently against me, holding my hips firmly. He spoke gently to me, soothing words that helped me as the huge head of his cock pushed against my asshole, slowly splitting me open. I thought this would hurt, but he kept adding more juices from my pussy and keeping his cock well lubricated.
Then the head was inside! It was almost a relief! I consciously relaxed as I'd felt no pain. Then I felt his body pressed up against my butt cheeks. He was fully home inside my ass and I hadn't realised he'd even pushed inside further. I tried to move away and then back at him and he was soon controlling my movements with his hands on my hips. Soon, he was thrusting me back as hard as he could onto his cock, which had buried to its full length inside my ass.
"This little one is so tight!" he cried to his mates, who I could see were watching excitedly, again stroking their already re-hardened cocks, ready for another go.
"Take that other one's ass too, Jason!" the boss guy ordered.
Jason didn't need telling twice. He moved quickly over to Cassie and turned her onto her hands and knees. She could move easily as she was completely untied, so she spread her legs wide and looked back between them at the immense cock he was going to push into her. She looked over at me and grinned. She'd told me earlier that she loved anal sex, and she was going to get it right now.
Jason used her juices, and the cum from the boss guy, to oil up her little hole and then slowly pushed it inside her. I saw her face screw up with the effort of trying to relax, but then he too was deep inside her bowels.
The two guys got into the same rhythm with their thrusts and Cassie and I watched each others reactions and we enjoyed the enormous cocks. This was obviously going to take a while as both guys had cum already. I grinned at Cassie and she easily smiled back. We were being used well, and enjoying ourselves too.
(N.B. the girl for whom I was writing this story is now ignoring me, so I'm not sure that I will continue - unless someone knows of a nice girl who can stimulate me to write further ?)
to be continued - hopefully!
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At the Zoo Mffff
[guy takes group of girls on visit at zoo.]
I was on a special sports scholarship at a prestigious high school; my sport was netball. I was so excited that my class were going on an excursion at last. It had been two years since our last trip. We'd been banned from going out after that - due to misbehaving of the most naughty nature. It wasn't me, but some of my classmates had been very naughty with some of the boys, in the zoo cinema. Well, if they have a room in which you can shut and lock the door and turn off the lights? What do they expect? I know that at least two of my friends became pregnant that day!
I missed out because I was having lunch with others at the time and no-one told me. I guess I might have been too scared to try, being a virgin then. I'm still a technically a virgin now, but I've done lots of things with guys and my girlfriends - things like daisy chains with the girls, and blow and hand jobs with guys - I've even had girls and guys lick me, so I've enjoyed more than a few orgasms myself. I'd bought a few sex toys as well, to try to keep my highly sexual appetite under control. Luckily, my closest friend Amy and I had the opportunity every day after school to go to my house and play. I don't think I could have lasted more than a day without the pleasure of her tongue on my clit. She had become an awesome lover.
Once she even brought round one of her boyfriends and she encouraged me to watch them making out through a partially open door. I played with my clit while I watched her suck his hard cock and then let him put it inside her pussy. She groaned and moaned loudly as he spurted all over her when he orgasmed, but she said later to me that she'd been faking. He wasn't that good and hadn't made her cum. After sending him home and taking a shower, we again spent almost an hour together enjoying several delicious orgasms. She was even hotter than usual that day!
Anyway, as the day for the excursion came closer, we were instructed carefully by our teachers (spoilsports!) about not getting into trouble again. This time, we were going alone, just the girls - which was supposed to decrease any chances of a naughty nature. It didn't really matter to me. I dressed in my shortest skirt and put on my sexiest thong. As each of us was being picked up from home, there was no way anyone was going to check we were wearing regulation underwear or the proper school skirts before it was too late. I did put on a skimpy white bra to cover my already swelling tits. In fact, I knew already that I had the most well-developed breasts of my friends. They were all quite jealous of my lovely tight globes. I loved playing with them in bed, and Amy was an expert at sucking my huge nipples and making me cum deliciously. So with a thin white blouse covering them and the nipples as hard as they could be, I got into the bus, walked towards the back and sat next to Amy.
"You look stunning!" she whispered, looking at me with her usual lusty smile.
I looked her up and down and realized she'd taken the opportunity to be as sexy as possible too, with her short skirt and her blouse open beyond the `permitted' second button. Like that, she was irresistible.
"You look awesome too!" I exclaimed, as we kissed eagerly.
The lead teacher coughed over the microphone to catch all our attention. We sat up demurely, although Amy grabbed my hand and held it tightly.
"Now, girls, as you know this is a special trip. We have arranged for you to be divided into several small groups. You will all be accompanied by a volunteer guide."
"I hope I get the sexiest one!" cried Maisy from the seat in front.
We all laughed.
"Trust our luck," whispered Amy, "we'll get the old and grumpy lady!"
I giggled. The teacher continued.
"Now - we stop for lunch at 12 and then continue until about 3. I hope you all have your lunch packages?"
"Yes, Mrs. Johnson," we all chorused.
"And your worksheets?"
"Yes, Mrs. Johnson."
"They must all be completed and handed in to me when you board the bus for the return trip. OK?"
"Yes, Mrs. Johnson."
There was stifled laughter as the old dragon sat down. Actually, she wasn't a bad teacher at all, but I think we all resented the fact that we'd not been on as many excursions as the other classes. We knew they all also got up to naughty things, but they'd been lucky enough not to be caught. It was only Amy's other best friend Cindy moaning and cumming like a train that had alerted zoo security to what was going on with our group. Apparently, when they finally managed to open the cinema door, three of the guys were still humping their girls and two other girls were almost naked and fingering each other wildly. I heard that the security guy's eyes nearly popped out and his cock rose rapidly in his trousers. I'm not sure of this, but I also heard that Cindy had asked the security man to turn around so the guy inside her pussy could cum before she wanted to stop. She did promise him a quick blowjob, but he declined.
Amy's hand slipped between my legs and I let them fall apart so she could slide up towards my pussy. I was already wet, as I'd been imagining her doing this from the moment I woke up this morning. As her fingers touched my wet panties, I orgasmed almost immediately, biting my lip to prevent my outburst of passion from her sensitive fingers. She grinned wickedly at me.
"One down....how many to go?" she giggled softly.
I just smiled, knowing that we'd try to find every opportunity to enjoy each other during the day's outing.
The bus trip took about half-an-hour, during which time I came again twice and made Amy orgasm a couple of times too. The trouble with Amy, if you can call it trouble, is that she squeals when she cums. It doesn't matter how many people are around, she just has to squeal - she can't help it, she says, the intensity of her orgasms are just too strong. Usually, when we're making out, it doesn't matter, because at my home, there's an empty house and the house is in a huge garden, so there's no fear of anyone hearing her. Then she will let rip and scream out her pleasure when she orgasms. I love it and encourage her. But on the bus...
She tried to disguise her squeals with giggles, pretending she was laughing at my jokes. But more than a few of our friends knew what was going on and were grinning broadly. We had no shame in being lesbian lovers (with Amy being strongly bi-sexual) and everyone knowing about us. We were proud of our close relationship and loved it when others of our friends, girls or boys, wanted to join in.
The bus pulled up at the zoo entrance and we all trooped out. After checking through the gate, we were assembled into groups of five. I was more than pleased when Amy was sent to my group, due to a miscalculation by Mrs. Johnson. She grinned as she ran up to me and clasped my hand firmly. We smiled at the group of five guides who'd been allocated to our school. Three of them were older women, not dragons as I'd expected, but nice smiling ladies. They were assigned to three other groups. Then there were two guys - one older, about 55 I guessed, the other younger, probably 35 and quite attractive.
"I want him!" giggled Amy, pointing at the younger guy.
"Yea, he looks hot," I agreed, gripping her hand tightly.
But, as always seems to be my luck, we were assigned to the older guy. It wasn't that he was ugly or rough or anything at all bad, he was just old to me as a 17-year-old schoolgirl. But he seemed to have a very nice manner and we were soon on the zoo trail, following his every word. In fact, he seemed amazingly knowledgeable and it was clear that he enjoyed telling us all the things about the zoo. He had a great sense of humour and we were soon in fits of giggles at every stop.
Before we even knew it, it was 12 and time for lunch. The guide, whose name was Tom, tried to excuse himself, but Amy and I persuaded him to remain with the group. He did quite easily accept our proposal and we all sat round a table together. We were soon telling him all about our families and learning about him and his family. He was happily married with two daughters, about our own age. His eyes twinkled when he spoke about them. They were top athletes, one a runner and the other a swimmer, so we understood why he'd been assigned to help our very sports-oriented school.
He had already recognized Amy from the local athletics club and, during the lunch, he complimented her on how good she looked in her running clothes. I always went to watch her running when my team were not playing netball at the same time. I had to agree with him that she looked delicious in her tight athletics gear. His comment made her glow and she grabbed my hand tightly.
"Ooooo, thanks, Tom," she giggled, embarrassed, but at the same time thrilled by what he said.
"And, Joanna," he said, addressing me, "I've seen you there watching too. Are Amy and you good friends?"
There was a murmur of amusement from the other girls in the group. Tom looked down to see our hands clasped tightly together.
"Oh, I see..." he muttered. "You are!"
We all laughed.
"Yes, we are more than just good friends," I admitted, quietly.
"It's OK," Tom whispered quickly. "I do understand. Both of my girls have lesbian lovers. And I enjoy watching them."
There was a stunned silence at the table.
"They let you watch?" burst out Amy, amazed.
"Sure they do," he admitted, shifting uncomfortably in his chair, and motioning Amy to be quieter.
I wondered whether he was getting aroused by the turn in the conversation.
"They actually enjoy putting on a show for me with their friends, either just two of them or all four girls," Tom continued.
"Wow!" I muttered. "That's awesome!"
"Your parents don't know about you and Amy?" Tom asked gently.
"Nope. We keep it quiet from them and only make out when they're not around," I explained.
"OK, interesting," Tom mused. "What about you other girls?"
I already knew that Tania and Mel were lovers together, but Gillian I didn't know about.
Mel spoke first, not at all ashamed to admit that she and Tania were together.
Gillian remained quiet.
"And you...it's Gillian, isn't it," prodded Tom.
"Errrr, yes!" she murmured, her eyes downcast.
"Gillian is a good girl," explained Mel with a smile. "A virgin and happy about it, despite what we try to invite her to do with us."
Mel grinned at Gillian, who quite openly stuck her tongue out and then smiled.
"I'm just....well, you know...," she started.
"Go on, Gill, explain to Tom. He's a nice guy," urged Tania.
"OK...my Dad, he's a big guy...he tried to ...do things with me one day..."
Silence, then a murmur of understanding.
"He frightened me and that's put me off, even with these two lovely girls wanting me to join them," she ended up giggling and leaning against Mel, who put a consoling arm round her.
"You've been missing out then?" suggested Tom, gently.
"I think so, but..." admitted Gillian.
The whistle went at that moment for the end of lunch. Time for Tom to resume his guiding duties. I made sure I was right beside him as we started walking.
"You look delicious, Joanna, has anyone told you that before?" he managed to whisper in my ear as we were walking to the next exhibit.
I found myself shaking with excitement. It was the first time that a mature person had said anything like that to me. I smiled softly at him.
"Thanks, Tom. You are very nice."
"When I say delicious, I mean sexy and very desirable, you know," he continued whispering in his deep voice.
"Oh, Tom. Stop it!" I giggled.
Amy came up beside us.
"Is this man bothering you, darling?" she inquired quietly, smiling at us both.
"Only in the nicest possible way," I agreed with another giggle.
Did I feel my juices flowing a little more than usual? I clasped my legs together. Oh my, I was soaking wet now. Amy I think guessed my predicament and grabbed my hand tightly.
"Not getting aroused, are you, Joanna?" she whispered, loud enough for Tom to hear.
"I think I am," I admitted, grinning wickedly.
Tom quite clearly said, "And so am I!"
Amy and I stopped and the three other girls bumped into us.
"Whoah!" cried Tania. "What's happening here?"
I think she'd already noticed that Tom had his eyes on me and, knowing her deliciously inquisitive nature, she'd been watching us quietly.
"Is there any where you want to take these two lovely girls, Tom, while Mel and me amuse our friend, Gillian?" suggested Tania, so openly that it took my breath away.
"Ummmmmmmmm," mused Tom. "I had been thinking..."
"Let's do it!" cried Amy. "Where can we go?"
She always was the more forward of our relationship, always searching for new things to do. Now she was urgently pulling both Tom and me with her, as the older man allowed himself to be led away. I could feel that he was actually directing Amy and me off the zoo trail somewhere, in fact towards a hut behind a barrier.
"Enjoy yourselves," called Tania after us, as Tom unlocked the hut door and pushed us quickly inside.
He shut the door firmly and locked it.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked us both with a wickedly seductive smile.
Amy had already started to unfasten the buttons of her blouse. She was always the most forward of us and her need was quite clear to me. I think Tom got the message too, but he still looked in a state of shock at this rapid development.
"I'm so horny I will cum really quickly," she giggled.
When Tom saw her beautiful tight breasts come out from her blouse, he gasped with pleasure, his hands falling on them and lifting from the half-cup bra.
"Awesome!" he exclaimed. "Just so delicious!"
He bent down to suck Amy's nipples, hard already, into his mouth, one at a time. My lover was in ecstasy and pushed herself up against him.
"Suck them, Tom," she pleaded. "Oooooo! Aaaaaaaa!"
Her squeal was just as penetrating as usual as she orgasmed hard and quickly.
"I told you I was horny!" she giggled as she recovered her senses. "Thank you, Tom!"
She leaned upwards and kissed the lovely older man deeply. I could see his eyes widen with pleasure as she opened her mouth and sucked his tongue inside. My pussy was going quietly wild with lust now, but I just leaned against the wall, watching my lover being played with and enjoyed by this obviously very talented man.
"Do you want my pussy now?" she grinned, with more than a little suggestive wriggle.
Before Tom had time to answer, Amy had unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her beautiful legs looked exquisite with the topping of a tiny pair of blue panties. I gasped with pleasure at the sight and she smiled wickedly at me. She took hold of the edges of her panties and went to pull them down, but Tom stopped her.
"Sit on the table," he ordered, softly.
The wanton girl in Amy was just aching for him by now and she did just as he asked, spreading her legs wide as she lie back on the small table.
"Have you done it before in here, Tom?" she asked with a wicked giggle.
"No comment!" he cried, as he knelt between her legs, looking at her closely.
He soon uncovered the treasure under her panties and pulled the scrap of material from her long legs. Returning her legs wide apart, Amy pleaded with him to touch her.
"I need it, Tom!" she urged.
By now, I had lifted my skirt quietly and pushed my hand inside my also soaking panties. I was so horny from the morning and the sight of Amy and Tom together that I could easily have orgasmed right then.
Tom took his time, kissing slowly along the inside of one of her thighs and then down the other, until Amy was practically screaming at him to do more.
He grinned up at me, noticing my urgent hand movements inside my panties.
"Please wait for me...if you can," he suggested.
I nodded eagerly and smiled, but I could not stop a wave of pure lust crashing through my body and sending me over the edge. I groaned deeply as my orgasm burst and my juices squirted out all over the floor.
Amy giggled and looked at me with such love in her eyes.
"My lover is enjoying herself too. Now, Tom!!" she cried.
Tom's tongue reached her pussy and he obviously enjoyed the taste with a loud groan. Then it was Amy's turn to groan as he expertly and slowly began to devour her pussy and clit with exquisite slurping sounds.
Amy went crazy from the first moment his tongue touched her, holding his head tightly as if he was trying to move away. She orgasmed quickly with a loud squeal and then settled down as Tom eased his administrations and let her calm down. When he felt she'd relaxed enough, he attacked her again, everso gently but insistently until, with the loudest squeal I've ever heard from her, she orgasmed again.
Tom sat back on his heels with satisfaction on his face.
"Was that good, Amy?" I asked her gently.
"Good? It was absolutely awesome. He has such a talented tongue. You've got to try him."
"Maybe later," I replied, smiling naughtily, "But your need is greater than mine!"
"Oh, yesssss," she hissed as Tom stood and slowly unzipped his trousers, letting them drop to the floor. There was a monster bulge in his briefs, bigger than I'd ever imagined.
Tom slowly and erotically pulled the waistband of his briefs up and outward, then downwards, revealing a hugely fat and long cock, so purple and pink. I wanted to fall on it immediately.
Amy giggled helplessly.
"That's just not going to fit!" she cried, at the same time holding her legs wide open and inviting Tom to try.
"I'll be gentle," the older man promised, grinning at me as he leaned forward, directing the giant mushroom head of his hard cock towards my lover's waiting pussy.
I could see just how horny Amy was, as her pussy juices were just running out and dripping to the floor.
I could hardly breathe as I watched his cock touch her open pussy lips and then he pushed against her. Her whole body tensed but then, as the huge head of his cock began to slide easily between her pussy lips, Amy visibly and completely relaxed.
"He's so gentle, lover," she called to me, inviting me close to hold her hand.
I moved alongside her, still watching as his long fat cock shaft began to slide deeper and deeper inside her.
He paused every so often and withdrew his cock a fraction, making sure it was well lubricated. But slowly and quite easily, he slid his entire length, which must have been almost 30 cm, right up inside Amy. Like her, I didn't believe it would fit at first sight and now that he was fully inside her, we all breathed a sigh of relief and pleasure.
"It does fit," cried Tom. "I'm right inside you now."
"I can feel you touching my cervix," gurgled Amy. "It's so good to feel so full."
She clasped my hand tightly.
"I want you to enjoy him now," I smiled at her.
"I can't fail to do that. He feels just awesome!" replied my lover.
Tom grinned at me and then at Amy.
"I'm going to move now. Are you ready?" he asked softly.
"Move as much as you like," gurgled Amy. "I'm in heaven now. And I want to go wherever you take me!"
Tom braced himself by holding onto Amy's legs, pushing them over his shoulders. He began to withdraw his long cock, pausing with the huge head still between her pussy lips. Then he slowly pushed it back inside her again, slowly and carefully. When his body was firmly pressed up against her butt he pressed harder, quite strongly. Amy's eyes, which had been closed as she enjoyed the delicious penetration, shot open with surprise and then she groaned.
"I think he's just opened my cervix and his cock's gone inside," she explained with a deep moan. "I've never felt anything like it!"
The gorgeous girl closed her eyes once more as Tom now began to slowly thrust his huge cock in and out of her willing pussy. I watched, totally entranced by the scene before me, in my own world of ecstasy and with my fingers gently stroking my now very engorged and sensitive clit. I knew I could cum again at any moment, but I also didn't want to miss a second of watching this wonderful man taking my girlfriend to new and unexplored heights of passion.
Amy orgasmed again, this time on his cock. She squealed wildly and writhed around. All the while, Tom kept on thrusting deep inside her, pulling her legs against him and pushing extra hard each time he touched against her butt. Now Amy did not stop crying, groaning or moaning. She wanted him to stop, then implored him to continue, said "Go slow" then again "Do it harder!" All the time, I could see her juices were squirting out between his cock and her pussy.
She'd let go of my hand now and was pulling her legs even wider apart, asking him to drill her even deeper, until she was quite out of breath and unable to squeal any more. But she still kept cumming, over and over again, her body wriggling and jerking ecstatically with each new thrust.
"Now I'm going to cum!" announced Tom, stopping his thrusts and pulling himself hard and firmly against her spread legs.
"Oh no!" screamed Amy. "He's filling me, Joanna! Incredible! I can feel his long shaft pulsing and throbbing inside me and the head has swollen so much inside my cervix I don't think it will ever get out!"
I giggled and kissed her deeply, feeling her thrill of excitement flowing through me as well. I cam enormously then, soaking my panties as my juices squirted all down my legs. I groaned, delighted at such an immense release of pent-up lust.
Tom finally stopped pumping his hot cum inside my lover's pussy and began to withdraw his still very long cock. A gush of cum spurted from Amy's open pussy hole and poured onto the floor. She sat up and even more poured out, lying in a large pool between her legs.
"That was amazing, Tom!" she cried, dragging him towards her and hugging him hard. "I feel empty now!"
Tom smiled.
"That's how they all feel. Sorry, I can't leave it there!"
"Why not?" she asked, jokingly.
He looked at his watch briefly.
"Because in 10 minutes, my duty ends and you must be back on the bus."
"Oh, damn," cried Amy getting off the table and hurriedly throwing her clothes back on.
"You can't stay to make Joanna happy?"
"No, sorry - not time," he said, obviously very disappointed, as I was.
But with Tom and Amy dressed again and my clothes back in some sort of order, we were urgently ushered out of the hut and along the path towards the bus.
"There you are!" cried Mrs. Johnson. "We were beginning to think you two were up to mischief!"
There was a chorus of giggles.
"Sorry, ma-am," apologized Tom. "They became very interested in the snake I showed them and wanted to learn all about it."
"Well, thank you, Tom," said Mrs. Johnson, amid a chortle of stifled giggles from the girls. "I'm sure the girls will have lots to write up when they get to school tomorrow."
Tom slipped a piece of paper into my hand as we said our goodbyes. I know Amy wanted to kiss him as she waved then got on the bus.
She sat close to me, her body trembling with her lust.
"I'm still cumming inside," she giggled, shaking more violently every so often. "I want this to last forever."
I peeped at the piece of paper I'd been given. On it, Tom had written `Sorry I didn't get to enjoy you too, sweet Joanna. Tell Amy she was awesome! If you want to enjoy me yourself sometime, please call....." He gave his mobile phone number.
I showed Amy and she chuckled.
"He's hooked," she smiled. "Let's call him tomorrow!"
"OK," I agreed settling back to enjoy the warmth of my lover beside me, still trembling with excitement. Her fingers slipped between my legs and we curled up close, to doze until back at school.
Back at my house after school, Amy actually wanted to call Tom immediately, but I warned her not too.
"Don't sound too eager! He might think we want him!"
"Oh, but I do!" gurgled my lover, "Desperately!"
We made love together slowly and sensuously, until just before my parents came home. Amy was quieter by then and agreed to call him with me tomorrow.
I slept that night with erotic dreams of enjoying a hard cock finally inside my aching pussy. I lost count of the times I woke up and enjoyed orgasms that night, but the sheets were soaking in the morning.
At school the next day, all the girls crowded round when Amy arrived and she had to describe every detail, with me adding the bits she'd left out. This got us all so horny that we almost missed assembly. I even fingered my pussy while we were sitting listening to the headmaster's weekly report. I don't know whether anyone except Amy realized that I'd orgasmed, and soaked my school panties!
We were so incredibly horny by the time that we got to my home after school that Amy almost wrenched the phone from my hand as I shook with excitement while dialing Tom's number.
"Is that you, Tom?" I asked. I could feel my voice was very uneven.
I'd switched on the speaker phone so Amy could here.
"Yes. Tom here," came his deep, silky voice. "Who is this?"
"It's Joanna..." I stopped, almost cutting the connection. I was shaking like a leaf.
"Joanna," he sounded genuinely pleased. "How are you, sweet girl?"
"Can you talk?" I asked, rather scared.
"I'm at home, with my two daughters, but go ahead. Did you want something?"
His voice was making me almost faint with excitement.
"I...that is...we..." I tried hard to control myself, "wanted to ask if you'd come round some time soon?"
Amy looked at me in surprise as we heard a pair of giggles in the background.
"His daughters are listening!" she exclaimed. "Let's try again another time."
"No...I want to..." I stuttered.
"Yes, Joanna, what did you say," his smooth voice continued to entrance me.
"I'd like to...you know...what you did with Amy...," I finally got it out.
"Of course, I'd love to help you. Would you be able to come over here tomorrow afternoon? It's Saturday. Tell your parents you're going to the zoo again to catch up on some details you missed, perhaps."
His daughters continued to giggle in the room.
"Don't mind about Tessa and Tina. They've already been told what happened. And they've spent the night with me last night as their Mum is away on business. It was fun as always!"
We believed him, although finding it difficult to get round the fact that they were his daughters.
"You can stay for dinner, if you like. Tessa and Tina go to King's High, so you can say you met them and they invited you round. What do you think?"
"Um..OK...well, I think so...I'll just ask Amy," I said.
"Just put her on the phone. I'll talk with her," Mr. Smoothy continued.
I gave my phone to Amy and she almost orgasmed as he spoke to her.
"Oh, Jo, I can't," she gurgled, collapsing on the floor.
"Is she alright, Joanna?" asked Tom, obviously concerned.
"Yes, she's fine. It's just your voice drove her wild!" I explained. "I think she's more than happy to see you again. It's your big...well, you know!"
I stopped, hearing the giggles getting louder from his room.
"Fine, Joanna. We'll see you around 3 tomorrow afternoon. OK?"
He rang off before I could say yes or no. But I knew we'd go there. I couldn't keep Amy away and my body was urging me to go as well.
Amy staggered up, looking so amazingly lusty that I hugged her tightly. We spent two hours after that satisfying our horny bodies in every way possible, sleeping in each others arms when my parents came home. They left us sleeping together while they made dinner, then woke us to eat, before my Dad drove Amy to her home.
I explained about the zoo trip for tomorrow and my parents were happy that I was so interested in the animals that I wanted to go back. They agreed to pick Amy up and drop us both outside the zoo, telling me to get a taxi back. I happily agreed and texted Tom later that night to tell him. He texted back naughtily that he looked forward to enjoying me.
I orgasmed often again that night.
It was difficult to get through the morning on Saturday. Amy kept calling me to say her parents had agreed to her staying over with me, if that was possible. I immediately told my parents that I was going to stay over at Amy's house, just in case we decided on impulse to stay at Tom's place.
Amy finally texted me to say `hurry up', but we'd agreed 2:30 and I had to dress properly. I wore my nicest little skirt that I knew I could fold up the waistband to look even shorter once my parents had gone. I put on my really tiniest thong panties, feeling disgustingly sexy, and my special half-cup bra that Amy had bought for me as soon as she saw my breasts start to grow bigger than hers. With a little sleeveless top over that, I looked innocent and, I thought, very attractive. I did my hair specially in an off-the-side pigtail, thinking that Tom might enjoy me looking like a little girl.
My parents drove quietly to Amy's house, telling me to be careful all the time. I just murmured in agreement, but it was the first time Amy and I had been anywhere but the mall together. Amy was sitting in her garden, looking so desirable, when we got there. I was shaken by how absolutely radiant she looked. My Dad couldn't help it.
He said," Gosh, Amy, you look delicious today!"
Mum scowled at him but agreed that Amy did look good.
"Now be careful, girls. And call us if you need anything," called my Dad as they drove off.
Two girls, slightly older than us, moved out from inside the zoo entrance.
"We're Tessa and Tina, Tom's daughters. He sent us to bring you over. OK?" said the one who was called Tina.
"Sure," said Amy, immediately relaxing.
The two girls were very attractive, almost like models, with long slim bodies dressed in little tops and tight very short shorts. One, Tessa, had muscly shoulders and I took it that she was the swimmer. We chatted to them about sports and their time at King's High. It was a strong rival to our school and I now remembered seeing Tina once at a school athletics meet when I still ran.
Soon we reached a large house that I can only describe as a mansion. It was two storeys of glass and a shiny white roof set in a huge garden. After parking the car, the two girls took us round the side of the house where there was a huge swimming pool.
"Dad had this especially built for me to train," explained Tessa. "He's quite rich!"
"He likes to spoil us, you mean, pointing out a 400 m track laid out in a field behind the garden.
"Come on, girls, let's swim," grinned Tessa, pulling off her clothes, all of them, without a murmur.
Her staggeringly beautiful body almost knocked me out. I gasped loudly and her sister, chuckled.
"Gorgeous, isn't she," Tina smiled.
"Sure is!" agreed Amy and we watched in awe as the tall beauty swam expertly up and won the pool, her sexy body almost shimmering in the sunlight.
"Well, come on," urged Tina, "Costumes not needed!"
She soon stripped out of her clothes and dived into the water. She was not that much less of a swimmer than her sister and I could see it might have been difficult for her to choose which sport on which to concentrate. And her body was equally as beautiful, slightly slimmer in the shoulders, with strong muscly legs. She looked fabulous. Being as pretty as they both were, it was not difficult to imagine them being chased everywhere by photographers and fashion houses.
Looking at each other and grinning broadly, Amy and I soon followed them by stripping out of our clothes and diving in their pool. We swam up and down, pausing every so often to chat at one end or the other. I found myself really drawn towards Tina and it was obvious that Tessa and Amy hit it off quite quickly too. After about half-an-hour, Tina and I stood in the shallow end of the pool chatting.
"You know that I find you very attractive," the older Tina said to me openly.
"I'm flattered," I grinned, moving close to her.
Amy whistled at us as she swam past. Then Tina pulled me against her, and kissed me. I was quite shocked, but responded immediately, pushing my tongue between her lips. I held her tight, feeling her mature breasts pushing against my tight nipples. I thought I'd come to have sex with a man, but now this girl was coming on to me. It was difficult not to respond to her hungry kiss and soon her hands were exploring all over my body. She cupped my butt cheeks in her hands and pulled my body hard against hers.
"You are so sexy!" she cried, breaking away from our kiss for a moment.
I smiled at her and fastened our lips back together again. This was too good to stop, I wanted her fingers on my pussy and she soon found it. She stroked and gently played with my clit until she made me orgasm deliciously. My cry of pleasure brought Tessa and Amy alongside.
"She's so sexy," said Tina to her sister.
"I see," giggled Tessa, pulling Amy towards her and kissing her passionately.
This wasn't going the way we expected, but the pleasure was just as good. We soon found ourselves out of the pool and on a wonderfully warm carpet which at the same time as drying our wet bodies also stimulated my nipples and thighs until I was almost squealing with ecstasy. Tina saw my pleasure.
"Tom put this down specially - he loves watching us on it," explained Tessa as she also writhed in her own pleasure alongside Amy.
"By the way," I asked as I broke from Tina's exciting kiss, "where is Tom?"
"Oh, he's watching, or videoing us, or even playing with that big cock," giggled Tessa.
"You have sex with your Dad?" asked Amy excitedly.
"We do, but he's not our Dad. He's not even married to our Mum. They just hang out together and do it sometimes, coz Mum likes his big cock too," chuckled Tina.
"It's just that we use it so often, he doesn't have much left for her," giggled Tessa.
"You are naughty. Are there no boyfriends?" I asked.
"Nah!" they cried together.
"Nothing can match what he can do to us," laughed Tina.
"He's awesome!" agreed Tessa.
"I know," admitted Amy.
"It was you he had at the zoo?" gasped Tessa. "I thought it had to have been Joanna."
"Yep, it was me. He couldn't resist me...and besides, Jo's a virgin still!" explained Amy with a grin.
"Wow! A virgin. I bet Tom's not had one of those for a few years," said Tina.
"No, he didn't have our virginity. We were already busted by our real father before he left," Tessa told us.
"I don't have an intact hymen," I explained, "It's just that I've never had a man's...you know."
"Just say it, dear. Cock, cock, COCK!" shouted Amy.
"OK, I mean I've never had a man's cock in my pussy - yet. And Tom's seemed to be big...maybe too big."
"Nah!" said Tessa. "Not too big. It stretches you at first, but once inside it feels heavenly."
"Agreed," nodded Tina and Amy together.
"Do you think he wants me?" I asked the two stepdaughters.
"No doubt about that!" Tessa assured me. "We spent the night with him, teasing him about you coming round. We sucked and stroked his cock until he was begging for us."
"But we didn't let him cum...not at all!" added Tina. "So if he's not ready for you by now then he's not the Tom we know and love - deeply!"
"Shall we go and see him now?" suggested Amy, her eyes alight as only her lust can show.
"I'm sure he's been watching us playing. He could be on the edge of a huge orgasm right now," giggled Tessa. "When he cums, it's like a flood!"
"Oooo yessss," agreed Amy. "It felt so good to have my pussy filled up completely with his cum at the zoo."
"That's one thing - when he cums, you really feel it!" giggled Tina.
"I want him so much," I admitted, feeling my pussy juices dribbling down my legs already.
"We can see that," laughed Tessa. "OK, let's get dressed then go and see him."
We laughed and giggled as we got dressed the walked into the house. There was no sign of Tom.
"He's probably upstairs," said Tina, "stroking his cock!"
"I'd love to watch him cum, just outside so I could see the flood," giggled Amy.
"That's easy to arrange. Let's go find him," Tina said, with a big grin.
We moved slowly up the wide staircase together and at the top, Tessa put up her hand for us to stop and be quiet. We all heard the unmistakable moan of a man.
"See. I told you," whispered Tessa. "He's doing it to himself!"
We crept quietly along a corridor, the sounds of Tom's moans getting louder. The door to a room was open and we all peered inside. I could not help my gasp of lust when I saw Tom. He was lying naked on his back on a huge bed. In his hands he held his enormous cock, sticking straight up and looking just like a spear. He was stroking up and down the long shaft and moaning.
"Oh, Jo," he said, completely unaware that I was there, "Let me cum inside you."
I giggled knowing that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. He continued his stroking, slowly increasing the tempo.
"Look at the size of the thing," I whispered to Amy.
"Heavenly, isn't it," she smiled.
"He's going to cum," announced Tessa, "Watch!"
She obviously knew Tom's sexual behaviour very well, because the man now grunted loudly and with almost a scream of pleasure held his cock tightly. There was a pulsing wave along his shaft and an enormous jet of cum shot out the tip, straight up in the air.
"Take it, enjoy it, Jo," he cried as another even bigger jet of cum spurted out of his monster cock.
I could not help myself.
"Tom," I cried, "That's gorgeous!"
All four of us girls rushed into the room and knelt beside the bed where his huge cock was still spurting, not as high, but there were three more jets before it slowed to a dribble. He looked at us, one by one, with a big grin on his face. His whole lower body was covered in his own cum.
"I needed to cum so badly," he explained, a bit sheepishly. "The girls teased me too long last night and watching you together in the pool was just too much."
"Time for a clean up, Tom," said Tessa, putting her mouth down around his still hard cock and licking all round it.
Tina joined in and soon the two delicious step-daughters were licking and sucking up every drop of cum on his body.
"He tastes so good," giggled Tina, turning towards Amy with a mouthful of cum. "Like to try some?"
Amy was only too willing and the two girls kissed and played with his cum between their tongues.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, so good!" giggled Amy. "Now Tessa?"
"Oh yes," said the older girl, obviously about to swallow her mouthful of cum.
"You want to try, Joanna?"
She did not give me a moment to say no, immediately clasping her soft lips on mine and pushing some of his cum into my mouth with her tongue.
"Nice, eh?" chuckled Tina as I smiled broadly. Tessa sat back with a pleased smile on her face. Did she also enjoy kissing me?
"Good stuff!" I cried. "The young boys I've blowed don't taste half as good!"
"We know," agreed the two step-daughters. "Now you know why we don't have other boys around here."
All this time, Tom was just lying on the bed, his cock still hard and enjoying our attentions. Tessa and Tina now began to stroke his cock lovingly, then then alternately bent over his long shaft and licked it deliciously. Tom groaned with pleasure, especially when Tessa pulled his cock upright and pushed it straight into her mouth. Amy gasped with excitement.
"He's so big! How do you get it all in your mouth?" she giggled.
"You want to try?" suggested Tessa, pointing his cock towards Amy.
"Yesssss please!" my lover gurgled, opening her mouth all ready for it.
I watched fascinated as she lowered her head and the massive tip of Tom's cock slipped between her gorgeous lips. She moved lower until almost all of his cock disappeared inside her mouth.
"Oh wow!" cried Tina, "she can get him all inside! Neither of us can do that!"
"Amy seems to have hidden talents," I agreed with a laugh. "I've not seen her take a cock of that size in her mouth before."
"There aren't many cocks this big!" chuckled Tessa. "We know - we've checked enough out, haven't we, Sis?"
Tina nodded her agreement, closely watching Amy as she began to slide her mouth up and down Tom's rock-hard shaft, almost gagging as she pushed it right down her throat.
The man was almost beside himself with lust, not only because of what Amy was doing to him, but because he had four gorgeous girls to play with. Not that he was playing with any of us at that moment. He was too much enjoying the attention he was getting from Amy's lovely mouth.
All of us girls were still dressed, but I bet none of us had dry panties. I could feel that mine were literally soaking and my cum juices were already dribbling down my legs. I decided to get more into it so that I could maybe enjoy some of Tom's hard cock before he orgasmed again. I wanted his next load of cum to spurt inside me!
(This will be continued if anyone is interested)
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