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--===Dragonseeker===-- Dragonseekers Part 1: Learning the Ropes ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Prologue Donald White threw his book bag into the corner. School had been another bad experience. Even at age seventeen, he couldn't seem to fit in. Class was okay, but any time he had to mix in with the other kids, life was unpleasant. Buddy Selsner had decided that Don was a good target for his fun this day, and so he had nearly been late to class trying to stop his bloody nose. He didn't tell anyone about it: the last thing he needed was for Selsner to think he was a snitch. He slumped into his chair, and woke his computer out of Sleep Mode. "Donny, dinner's in an hour!" his mother called up from the bottom of the stairs. He cringed when she called him that. It made him sound like he was three. He logged onto the Internet, hoping to find something to divert his attention from his bad day. His connection zipped along, and soon he was sorting through his email, most of it junk. Normally, he would just delete all of it, but one caught his attention. Its subject line was "The Mother of all RPG games". Although the title was cliched at best, Don opened the email. He was an avid RPG fan, and had played every computer-driven and online RPG in existence at one time or another. The email merely directed him to a website, saying, "You won't believe what this game can do!" *Yeah, right.* He clicked the link anyway, being bored and curious. The link took him to Zemlia Nov Games. He had never heard of this company, and he thought he knew all the RPG developers. He saw that the company was obviously small, as their website was only a few pages, though well-constructed. He noticed that they were only selling one game at the time. It was called "Dragonseeker". He clicked for a description. _Dragonseeker_ You have entered the land of Zemlia Nov. Magic and mystery abound. The terrain and the animals are unfamiliar, and danger lurks around every corner. You have been armed, armored, and instructed in the ways of the land, but there is no substitute for experience. Zemlia Nov is a dangerous place, and not everything is as it appears. Not only the creatures will seek to do you in. Can you survive long enough to find a way out of Zemlia Nov? You and your team, should you choose to bring help, will have to survive the terrain, the creatures, and the inhabitants of Zemlia Nov to escape back to your world. Bringing help is *strongly* advised. Can you locate the yellow dragon? Will it help you if you do? Or will you and your party be forever trapped in Zemlia Nov? *Dragonseeker* is on the cutting edge of RPG simulation. You will feel immersed in the world of Zemlia Nov. So real, you may forget about the real world! If you're looking for the best role-playing game ever invented, *Dragonseeker* is the game for you! _Money-Back Guarantee:_ If *Dragonseeker* is not the most realistic role-playing game you have ever encountered, return it for a full refund of the purchase price, *including shipping*. We will even pay for you to ship it back to us! PC/Mac on a single CD - $74.95 plus $4.95 S/H Don thought the description was overly melodramatic, and kind of cheesy, but to tell the truth, it did have his curiosity aroused. Besides, the guarantee made sure that he wouldn't lose out on the deal. He reached for the box he kept his spare money in. This was money he'd earned, separate from his allowance. He was often asked to work on his friends' parents' computers, and so he had a fairly good income from that. He counted out what was in the box, and found it to be more than enough to purchase the game. He had already made a standing arrangement with his father about ordering things online, and he also already had his father's credit card number memorized. Don hit the order button, and quickly filled in the necessary information. He decided to spend the extra $5 for second-day delivery, so that it would arrive before Saturday. It would give him and his friends something to do. Chapter 1 The game arrived on Friday. It arrived in a padded envelope, and was nothing more than a single disc in a jewel case. Already, Don felt a little cheated. He'd expected at least a fancy box for $75. The disc itself didn't even have any fancy graphics on the label, just a black label with gold lettering. He took it out, and flipped it over. Well, at least it wasn't a CD-R disc. It had been pressed like a normal CD. He popped it into his machine, to see what it would do. As the screen graphics came up, he did have to admit that they were pretty damned good. The opening animation was very lifelike. He watched as a warrior battled a large, winged animal that he did not recognize. It had four legs in addition to its wings, but he never got a good look at the beast's head. The last scene showed the warrior, lying dead on the ground. Words came onto the screen, leaving the image in the background. "Will this be you?" it said. The game brought him to a menu. He chose "Instructions". Welcome to Dragonseeker. You are about to enter a world of dragons and fairies, of monsters and elves. The land is full of magical and dangerous creatures. Your job is to survive long enough to make it out. Your goal, as a Dragonseeker, is to find the yellow dragon. Only it can lead you safely back to Earth. Only it knows the secrets of Zemlia Nov. Before you can enter the game, it will ask for several pieces of personal information. These are used to help it create your character(s). Please be honest with your responses. These are not the characteristics of your character, but your personal statistics as a player. After these questions are answered, you will enter character generation mode. The game will ask you to define your character(s), and then it will ask you if you wish to extend the size of your party. The screens are self-explanatory. Once you have defined your party, hit the "Enter Zemlia Nov" button. The game will then begin. It is self-explanatory from that point on. Enjoy Zemlia Nov, and good luck, Dragonseeker! Don figured there must be an extensive online help, for the instructions to be so short, but he was used to dealing with computer games, so he figured that nothing could be too difficult for him. He went to the "Begin New Game" option, and the screen brought up a list of questions. He saw that the list did, indeed, get *very* personal. It was when he got down to "Time of last sexual encounter", that he began to wonder what they might need this for. He properly entered, "Never" from the list. He was glad no one was around to watch him do this just now. He filled out all the other questions, which got more and more personal. It took him nearly ten minutes to fill it all out. When he was done, the game asked, "Save personal profile in encrypted format?" He clicked "Yes". Next, he brought up the character generation screen. He was just about to scroll through his options when his mother called him to dinner. He closed down the game, and left. He figured he'd go ahead and wait for his friends to show up the next day to continue. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Susan was running late, and she hated to be late. Worse, she couldn't even blame it on her little brother. Well, "little brother" was her joke. Even though he was a year older than her, he was also four inches shorter than her, and she never let him forget it. Susan Ipswitch had never melded well with her new family. She'd been in the Stelwicht clan for only three years, and she didn't get along all that positively with either Gill, her older step-brother, or John, her younger step-brother. She felt like they were both just complete losers, one a nerd, the other a gang member at age fourteen. She pulled her car in behind the one already in the small driveway. Apparently, Julie and her brother Paul were already here. It was a weekly gathering at the White house, the three brothers and the three sisters would get together. The boys would do something stupid on the computer, and Susan and her friends would usually go to the mall or watch TV. The girls had come to know each other only because the boys always hung out together, but they had grown to be friends. She opened her car door and was assaulted by the humid, stale air of the day. It had rained all last night, and there were puddles and mud everywhere. She had not parked on the street because of the huge mud puddle in front of the house. She looked at the yard, which was a murky mess. The Whites never bothered to keep up their lawn other than a weekly mowing. She frowned. She wasn't going to get her shoes dirty, as her brother had just done by walking through the muck. She walked down to the sidewalk and made her way toward the walk leading up to the front door. She never saw the car coming. It almost had to be a teenage airhead who wasn't even thinking. Before she knew it, there was a wall of filthy water descending on her body. She screamed in surprise and disgust as her clothes were drenched. She stood there, looking like a wet cat, her arms held away from her body as her sopping clothes hung on her. Gill had turned when he heard his sister's scream. He tried not to laugh at her. She had been so prissy about her clothing. To see her covered in mud was a sight to behold. He only wished she'd been wearing white, to further humiliate her. She had been a bitch to him ever since entering the Stelwicht house, acting like the queen of the ball, even though she wasn't even the oldest. Gill was seventeen, like his friend Don and their mutual friend Paul. They hung out together at school, and they'd spent every Saturday afternoon together for the last six years, barring a few here and there. Gill watched as his sister stormed up the walk and past him into the house. As she passed, she said, "Not one word." Gill nodded as he chuckled to himself, and then followed her into the house. "What the hell happened to you?" Kate asked. Kate was Don's sister. At fifteen, she was the youngest girl in the clique. She never forgot it, either. She was a JV cheerleader, even in her freshman year, but she still felt like she was a second-class member of a three person group. Her brown eyes conveyed a look of concern as her mouth twisted into a frown. "Some goddamned moron splashed that fucking mud puddle all over me!" Susan answered. "Look at my clothes! Now what the hell am I going to do?" "Well, you really need to take a shower and dry off," Julie offered. Julie was Paul's sister. She was a slut, plain and simple. If it was cute and male, she would go after it. There was a running joke at school about whether having only two legs was a requirement. Julie indignantly ignored these barbs. She was the best-looking girl in her class, and she knew it. She was 5'6" tall with short black hair and a body to die for. She was a junior varsity cheerleader, with Kate. But Julie knew, deep down, that she was varsity material while Kate... probably wouldn't make the cut. Julie was a cheerleader because football players went out with cheerleaders. Football players fucked cheerleaders, more to the point, and Julie loved sex. "And what the fuck am I supposed to do about these?" she said, exasperatedly pointing to her clothes. "Go naked?" Gill smartly kept his mouth shut at this point. "Maybe Don has an idea," Kate said. She went to the bottom of the stairs and called out, "Don! Can you come down here a minute?" Don hustled down the stairs, wearing loose jeans and a black T-shirt with an American bald eagle on it. "What's up, sis... Shit, Susan, what happened to you?" Before Susan could go off again, Kate said, "She got splashed from the puddle out front. She needs to get dry, but she doesn't have any clothes here, and mine won't fit her..." Don looked at her for a moment. For just a second, Susan thought he was being sleazy. But then he said, "She looks like she's about Mom's size. See if there's something of hers that she can wear, at least until she can get home and change." "Your mother wouldn't mind?" Susan asked, unsure. "Nah," Kate said. "She won't be home for a few hours, anyway." "Okay. Thank you, Don, for thinking of it." Susan had to grudgingly admit that it was a good idea. Had by a nerd, but wasn't that what nerds were for? Ideas? Certainly they weren't good for much else. "Sure thing. C'mon guys, I got a new game for us to check out." The three boys moved back up the stairs. Julie turned to Kate and said, "Your brother sure is smart." Kate nodded. "Sometimes I wonder how come I didn't get any brains like him. But then I remember that I'm the athlete. He probably couldn't run a hundred yard dash without a trip to the hospital." The girls had a laugh. "C'mon Susan, we'll find something for you to wear. Then you can hop in the shower." ----- Upstairs, the boys had already booted the game, and were through the introduction screen. Don pulled up the menu, but was greeted with a new question: Would you like to load saved personal data? (Y/N) Don said, "I entered my data last night." He entered "Y", and the hard drive whirred. Then the computer indicated it was ready for further entries. He turned to the other two and said, "I don't know why it wants all this info, but the questionnaire gets *very* personal. I think we'd all feel better if each of you answered them alone." They each agreed, and Paul entered his questions first. He had to pause when he ran across the question, "Given no regard for feasibility, what would be your favorite occupation?" He thought hard, and then finally entered, "Feudal Lord". That seemed in context for the program. He still thought this was more about defining a character than his own personality. A few minutes later, and Paul emerged, to let Gill go back into the room and enter his own answers. Gill went along unconcerned, answering even the most personal questions. Near the end, he came down to, "Enter your favorite sexual fantasy." This stopped Gill cold. Oh, sure, he had one. But was he going to be stupid enough to tell the machine? Sure, Don said the data was encrypted, but he also knew his friend was a hacker. How secure was it? Gill flip-flopped for a minute or two, but decided what the hell, and went ahead and typed in, "To have my step-sister as my devoted servant in all matters, sexual and regular." The computer chewed on this for perhaps a microsecond before popping up the next question, and Gill moved on. ----- Meanwhile, Susan had chosen some clothing from the closet of Kate's mother. They were hardly stylish, but at least they appeared like they'd fit. She'd have to go home as soon as they decided what they were going to do, so she could change. She didn't dare borrow another woman's underwear, so she was without any of that kind of thing, and she didn't go out like that. Presently, she turned on the shower to a very hot setting, and climbed in, letting the water cascade down over her ample bust, and trickle between her legs. She sighed as the water eased her tensions from the last few minutes. Dammit, why did they have to come over here every fucking weekend? Surely there was something better she could do with her time. She'd much prefer to be on the archery range, pretending to shoot arrows through Gill's head time and time again. ----- With all of the personal data collected and stored, the three stood together as Don clicked on "Character Generation". First, it listed Don's name, so this was to be his character. He had a fairly short list of possibilities. "Hmph," said Paul. "Not much there to choose from. Hope you didn't pay a lot for this game." Don said nothing as he scrolled through the list. It wasn't much, he admitted, but he'd make the best of it. He chose "wizard". The game told him to wait, and then it suggested suitable clothing, which he could alter within parameters. He made a few minor changes, including the color, but left it alone for the most part. After that was done the game printed out: Setting character parameters based on questionnaire answers. "What the hell does that mean?" Gill asked. Don just shrugged. It asked for Paul to come in next, and so he sat down. As he began to scroll his list of characters, it was immediately obvious that his was much longer. Paul looked at Don. "I don't know. Maybe it has something to do with the way we answered the questions in the first part." Paul shrugged and turned back to the list. He saw one that surprised him. He highlighted it and clicked on "What is this?" _Psionic:_ An individual capable of manipulating the world around him or her through the use of mental power. This differs from magic in that the source of power is internal, rather than external. Master psionics are capable of such skills as limited-distance teleportation, and mind control. "Cool!" said Gill. Paul agreed with his assessment. This was the kind of character he'd always wanted to play, but none of his DM's would ever let him. Said he wasn't suited to it. *Bullshit.* Gill came in, and, given his size and skills, his choice of character was obvious. Gill was a weight-lifter, but he was also smart. He had a hard time fitting in at school. The jocks ignored him because he studied, and the nerds were nervous of him because he was a jock. It was a no-win situation, and he was just glad that these two guys had known him long enough to be his friends regardless. Gill chose "fighter". He chose his own costume as well, looking reminiscent of Robin Hood, he supposed, but without the bow. His weapons of choice were sword and quarter staff. With all three of them having selected characters, they assumed the game was to begin. They clicked on the "Enter Zemlia Nov" button. Your party contains only three people. Six are available. Would you like to expand your party? (Y/N) "Now what?" Gill asked in exasperation. "I'm not sure," Don said. "It says we can have six people in our group. I remember the ad said that bringing help was *strongly* recommended. Maybe we should add the extra three?" The other two agreed, and so Don answered yes. The computer came back with: Your party is complete. Remaining three characters will be configured during transfer. Please click to enter Zemlia Nov. Don clicked the button. ----- There was no special sound or sight to follow the clicking of the mouse. Only a vague nauseous feeling greeted the travelers. The room dissolved around the boys, and they were suddenly standing in a forest. This was odd both because Don had been sitting at the computer, and because computer programs generally don't do such things. They glanced around quickly, noting the trees, and the sudden hush of the forest. They were standing at the edge of a grassy meadow in the midst of a wood, the sunlight streaming down on them. It was a warm day, but not hot, and the humidity here was significantly less than it had been outside Don's home. It took none of the three very long to realize that they had not been transported alone. Standing about fifteen feet from them were Kate and Julie, who had astonished, almost panicked, looks on their faces. And five feet away from them, standing in the open area of the meadow, was Susan. Susan was dripping wet. Susan was naked. The boys gaped as Susan, realizing her predicament, looked around in alarm, trying to cover herself, and finally running for the nearest bush. Gill let loose with a wolf whistle, and it earned him a nasty look from his sister. "What the fuck are you looking at, you perv?" she retorted. "Nice bod, Susan," Gill shot back. It took a little longer for Don to realize that there was another person who was somewhat chagrined. And he smacked himself mentally for not noticing her differences earlier. His own sister, Kate, had changed dramatically. Kate had been slightly more than 5'2" tall. Now, she would barely make the 5' mark. Her auburn tresses had been replaced with fine silver hair, which had somehow grown from shoulder-length down to the middle of her back. And her eyes, normally a dark brown, now glowed with an almost golden color. She looked a little sick, as if she were about to pass out. Don hurriedly moved to her side. Kate grasped onto him tightly. "Don, what's going on? What's happened to me?" "I'm not sure, sis," he responded. Paul brought Don's attention to a pile of objects in the middle of the meadow. On the very top of the pile was a scroll. Don went over and picked it up, starting to read it before he even thought about the fact that it was in modern English. Welcome to Zemlia Nov. The articles included in this pack should prove useful, perhaps essential, to your survival. Included are clothing to appropriately attire your characters, weapons to properly arm them, and other sundry items that you should find of value. No other objects will be provided for you. Anything you may find along the journey, you may keep, so long as the entity currently possessing it does not, or can no longer, object. Take heed of what you carry: Some articles will be more trouble than they are worth. The only way to return to Earth from Zemlia Nov is to locate the Yellow Dragon, whose name is Vernior. No instruction can be provided to you as to where to find Vernior. However, we do recommend that you begin by travelling North. Good luck on your quest, Dragonseekers! May the Fates and the Fairies watch over you. "What the fuck is going on here?" Susan screamed from her safe hiding behind the bush. "What have you guys gotten us into?" "Settle down, Susan," Don said without thinking. He didn't often speak forcefully to people, even those younger than him, but his mind was working on autopilot at the moment. He started to sort through the pile of items. The bulk of the pile was clothing. He set these out so that they could look at them. For the boys, it was easy to tell which outfit was whose, as the boys were very different sizes. Also, the outfits provided them were those they had described at the beginning of the game. For the girls, each outfit carried a tag. Don set Kate's on top of his robe. He handed Julie hers, and he gave Susan's to Gill. Gill walked over to her, bearing his gift. She was still fuming, but she accepted the clothing with as much grace as she could manage. She did not like the dirty look she was getting from Gill, though. "Thanks a lot, you little... sir," she said, and then blinked twice in surprise. *Sir? Sir is not what I'd meant to say, was it?* Gill looked at her a little strangely, but then just shrugged and walked away. He picked up his own clothing, looking it over. He didn't figure he'd have much trouble getting into it, and he walked over to a group of trees to change. Julie had already departed with her clothing to a thicket near Susan, and Paul had followed Gill. Don picked up Kate's outfit and gave it to her. She still looked a little shaky. "You gonna be okay, Kate?" "Don, what's happening? Why am I different?" "I don't know, kiddo, but we'll get through it, all right? Now, why don't you go change with the rest?" Kate moved off in a slightly different direction from the others. She had always been very shy about her body. Don watched her go before picking up his robe and heading toward Gill and Paul. He had his clothes changed in less than two minutes, for it was simply a robe, after all, although he'd never worn one with a hood on it. It was a deep blue color, and came all the way to his ankles. He noted, as he put it on, that the inside was littered with pockets to stash items in, while still keeping them in easy reach. The robe had a silver fastener at the waist, rather than a belt, which was unusual, but it still fit him well, and allowed him to move freely. He was about to see how Gill looked in his new outfit when he heard his sister scream. He was immediately running to where she had gone to change. He came around a bush and saw her standing in the middle of a dense group of trees. Although she had managed to put her skirt on, she was standing bare-chested. Without even finishing his examination of her, he blurted, "Nice knockers, Kate." She blushed furiously, but then it dawned on Don why she had screamed. Extending from behind her shoulders were two large wings, her wingspan perhaps ten feet across. The wings were made of feathers, but the feathers were an iridescent material that shimmered in the dappled sunlight coming through the trees. Kate was on the verge of tears, and Don went to her quickly, wrapping his arms around her. Or, trying to. The wings made a normal hug difficult while they were extended, and so he ended up wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to him. She wept in his arms for a few seconds, and then she cried out, "I'm a freak!" "Shh, shh. No, you're not, Kate." She backed away from him and demanded, "Oh, no? Then what the hell do you call this?" she gestured to herself, forgetting, again, that she was not covered up. Don noticed, now that he was closer to her, that Kate's ears had also become pointed in her transformation. Finally, it occurred to him what had happened to her. "I call you a Winged Elf," he answered. "And a damned cute one at that," he added without much thought. His sister blushed again. "Great," she cried. "I'm not even a person anymore!" "Katie," he said, using a name she normally loathed, but at times like this it made her feel better. "You're still a person, okay? You're still my sister. You've just got wings is all. I still think you're the prettiest girl I know." She wiped at her eyes and smiled at him. She held up the thin fabric of her top. "What the hell am I supposed to do with this thing?" she asked. "Go without it?" he quipped. She swung it at him playfully. "Let me see it." She handed him the garment. Though it would cover her fully in the front, it was unlike any shirt he had ever encountered. The back was nothing more than a few thin strips of fabric, with metal clasps to fasten it. "Want me to try to figure it out?" he asked. She nodded tearily. First, he figured out which way was up. This wasn't overly difficult. Then he moved to his sister, almost reluctantly covering up her wonderful chest, which had not shrunk in proportion to the rest of her body, and so looked even larger than before. He wrapped the top strips of the garment around her neck, fastening them in place. The second set wrapped around her lower back, going below her wings, and fastened in place. She squirmed a bit. "What's the matter?" "My boobs feel a little cramped." "Well, adjust them!" he said with some exasperation. "Do I have to do *everything*?" He raised his eyebrows lecherously at her. The conversation between them was odd. Kate and Don had always been close, but this sort of flirtation was not part of their normal routine. Not that Don didn't find his sister to be a total babe, especially now, but he normally did not have the confidence to make those kinds of comments, even to her. After she made the necessary maneuvers, Don walked around her, looking at her from all sides. "Well, it's kind of a strange top, but you look good in it." "Yeah, well, it's no weirder than the panties were," she said glumly. "Oh, what about them?" "They're kind of... rough." "Let me see," he said, again without thinking. Before she could protest, he'd lifted up the back of her skirt to see the panties, made of a course cotton-like material, but not nearly as soft as what a woman would be used to. He ran his hand over it, not really thinking about the fact that he was caressing his sister's ass. She wiggled at the feel of it, though she definitely did not find it unpleasant. "At least the crotch is soft." "Really?" Without another word, he slipped his finger down between her legs. He wasn't trying to feel her up, but wondered what the material was. She stiffened as his finger slid along her nether regions, feeling the material of her new panties. She wondered why he was acting this way. She wondered why she didn't resist. She wondered if he was going to stop soon. Then she wondered if she really wanted him to. Finally, his curiosity sated, he put her skirt back down and walked back around to face her. "Well, we're all just going to have to make the best of it. We'll find a way out of here." "Oh, Donny. I'm scared." Unlike his mother, Kate had a way of saying his name that made him feel warm and cozy. She hugged him, and he again put his hands around her waist. "I'll look after you, sis," he promised. She looked deep into his eyes, and saw his promise there. She leaned in and gave him a soft, quick kiss on the lips. She had never done that before, but neither of them commented on that fact. "Thank you," she said, and then laid her head against his chest. Eventually, Kate settled and wiped her eyes. When she was finished, the two headed back into the meadow with the rest. Everyone stared openly at Kate's newest surprise. Paul and Gill gaped at seeing someone they had known for years transformed from a normal, if pretty, teen to a beautiful winged Elf. Julie was also in awe. Susan was still her smart-assed self, though. "Damn, girl, what costume party are you going to?" Kate's reaction would not have been favorable, but Don's response was immediate. "Shut the fuck up, Susan." His voice was a deep, dark warning that no one had ever heard from him before. Susan thought to give a comeback, thought better of it, and kept her mouth shut. Kate squeezed her brother's arm in thanks. Don moved back to the pile of stuff, which was still considerable. The first thing he noted was a sword. He automatically assumed this was for Gill, as he was the only person who *might* know how to use it. Gill removed the blade from its sheath. The finely crafted blade glinted in the sunlight. He hefted its weight, checking the balance before sheathing the sword and attaching it to his right hip, for Gill was left-handed. There was a large bow also, and this he gave to Susan. She accepted the weapon, feeling its weight and balance before slinging it over her shoulder. She picked up the quiver that was lying at the edge of the pile, and examined one of the arrows. "There must be some pretty nasty animals around here," she said, withdrawing one arrow completely. Everyone could see that the arrowhead was serrated and large. "Well, at least we won't starve. You should be able to bring down a buffalo with that thing!" Julie gushed. Susan looked at her as if to say, "You moron", but kept her peace about it. She returned the arrow to the quiver, and fastened the quiver onto her back. Paul was given a staff, which looked sturdy enough, but which he would need mainly for walking. Although he was a full six feet tall, Paul had trouble with his left knee: it was a gift from a car accident several years before. He leaned against the staff, his arm still mostly hidden beneath the black cloak he wore. The cloak hid dark gray clothing and a pair of black leather boots of the type worn in the middle ages. He actually looked very comfortable in his garb. The items were dwindling quickly. It appeared that there were no weapons for the rest of the bunch. Julie was not upset: she had no idea how to use one anyway. Kate, however, was annoyed. "What the hell am I supposed to use?" she asked. "Your wits, I imagine. You can fly your way out of danger." "Only after someone teaches me how to use these things." "Practice, sis. Only practice can teach you how to fly. Should I take you up in a tree and push you out? That's how mama birds do it." He grinned at her, and she swatted him with a hand. There were other items of use, including food, in small pouches, and water in plugged gourds. Don distributed everything evenly, and no one questioned why he was the one doing the deciding. After all of that was done, the only thing left was a small book. He opened this to reveal a series of spells and lessons on magic. He figured this was for him, as the wizard of the group. He stashed it away in one of his many interior pockets. With the items distributed, the group sort of mulled about, uncertain of what to do next. Kate, having an open area to work with, attempted to learn how to use her wings. She made several false starts before lifting clumsily into the air, tipping this way and that. Don watched her closely as Paul came over to him. "What do we do now, boss?" Apparently, Paul had easily accepted that Don was the leader of this particular group. "I'm not sure. The scroll says to head north. I can't really see any reason not to." "I suppose. Who gets the compass, by the way?" "For now, I'll take it. Later on, after she gets better at that," he nodded at Kate, who was trying with some minor success to get the hang of flight, "I'll let her be our scout." "Works for me. When do you want to head out?" Don consulted the compass, and then looked at the sun. It was very low in the west, and there would be only a little daylight left. "Why don't we camp here for tonight, so we can get our bearings. We can set off in the morning, and see if we can't make it out of here." "You think we can find this dragon in a day?" "I don't know. I can hope." He settled down to look through his book of magic, while keeping one eye on his sister. Paul went over to tell the rest what they were doing. Susan wanted to protest, but something inside her prevented her from speaking out. She wondered what it was about this place that had her so off-balance. She just wasn't herself. Calling her step-brother "sir"? Letting that geek tell her to shut up? What was going on? ----- As the sun began to set, Don cleared a spot in the center of the meadow, and gathered up some kindling. It was a moment before he realized that they had no way to light the fire. "Um... guys? Anyone want to take a crack at rubbing sticks together?" "The Indians used to use their bow against wood to start a fire," Kate offered. "Their bows weren't this big," Susan replied not unkindly. "And I don't know how to do it anyway," she admitted. Susan hated that. She never admitted her ignorance to others. "Damn. We're going to be cold tonight if we can't start a fire." The temperature was already beginning to drop, as the sun had sunk beneath the tree tops. "Isn't there something in that damned book?" Gill asked him. "Hmm. Let me look real quick." Don flipped through some pages, and stopped on one. "Here's a spell for a fireball... I'm not sure if... oh, wait, yeah, here's one that makes just a little fireball. I don't know if I can do this, though." "Give it a try, Don," his sister encouraged. He tucked the book away after memorizing the words and movements of the spell. He concentrated and began the chant, moving his hands around a small invisible ball. When he concluded the spell, nothing happened except for a brief flicker of light. Susan snickered, but Gill gave her a dirty look, and she quieted. It was strange for her, but she wrote it off to the unusualness of the day. Grumbling, Don dug the book back out. He flipped open to the page, and read it again, very slowly. He re-memorized the spell, and checked to make sure his hand motions were right. He set the book down, and tried again. This time, he cupped his hands so that they faced outward at the end of the spell. A small ball of blue flame jumped from in front of his palms, and landed in the pile of kindling. Very quickly, the kindling caught, and, as the blue fire died, the orange glow of a normal fire replaced it. Don smiled in triumph. "I hope you get better with that," said Gill. "I don't want you to have to check the manual when there's some big honkin' monster coming at us." "Hey, it's my first day. What d'you want?" ----- The group ate their meal around the fire, quiet and immersed in their own thoughts. The siblings each sat together. Kate actually leaned against Don, while the other sisters merely sat close to their brothers. Soon, it was time for bed. "Should we keep watch?" Paul asked. "For what?" Susan replied immediately. "Exactly my point," he retorted. "Probably a good idea," Gill said. "Okay. The guys will keep watch. Paul, it was your idea, so you get stuck with first watch. Gill can take second watch, and I'll take the last watch. "How come you get to sleep the longest?" Julie asked. "Actually, Gill's the only one with a shitty job tonight," Don answered. "And we'll rotate, so that no one gets stuck with it all the time." That settled, the group settled onto the ground to sleep. Don rolled up his old clothes into a pillow, and lay down. His sister lay beside him, her back to him, her face to the fire. She snuggled back into him to help keep warm in the chilled night air. He put his one arm over her protectively, and then he leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He saw her smile slightly in response. "G'night, sis. See you in the morning." "Night, Donny," she murmured, already falling off into slumber. Don settled back, his head resting on his makeshift pillow. He closed his eyes and it wasn't long before he was asleep. He was sure he was going to need it. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---...

--===Dragonseekers 12: The Maze===-- Chapter 12 Don woke up slowly, his mind trying to figure out where he was. The warm, soft bed beneath him almost made him think he was home. That impression ended when he rolled over, and ran into the soft, sleeping form of his sister. *Zemlia Nov. You're in Zemlia Nov. God how I wish I was home.* *Then again,* he thought, running his hand over Katie's side, and getting a sleepy mewl for his trouble, *this place does have its benefits.* He continued to rub his sister's skin until she woke up. She, also, woke slowly, and by the time she was fully awake, there was a smile on her face. She turned over, and faced her brother. "Morning, Donny," she said sleepily. She leaned into him, and they kissed tenderly. Neither of them was in the mood for anything more intense this morning. Don was still a little worn out from his trial the day before, and Katie was recovering from the shock of almost losing her brother. They clung to each other for a while, but then they both began to feel the need to eat. With a final kiss, they got up and readied themselves for the day. ----- Don ran into Julie and Annie on his way to breakfast. Kate was still making herself presentable, and had told him to go on ahead. He smiled at the other girls, letting his eyes roam Julie's form, but taking a more evaluative glance at Annie. "Good morning, guys," he said quietly. "How did you sleep?" "Okay," Julie said. She sidled up to him and gave him a quick kiss. "Not as good as some nights," she whispered with a wink. She headed off to breakfast, leaving the two of them alone. Annie didn't say anything at first, and Don wondered if she was mad at him. "How are you feeling?" he asked, figuring this was a safe question. "Okay, I guess. Tired, still." "We'll take it easy today." "Good," she said, yawning. "Sorry." "Annie, is something wrong?" "Yes," she said, suddenly forceful. "Don't you ever do something that damned foolish again!" Don stepped back, befuddled by her suddenly irate tone. "What did *I* do?" he cried plaintively. "You nearly got yourself killed!" she said. "I'm not *worth* that! The team needs you, and you nearly threw away everyone's chances to get home, over..." Her voice broke, and she started crying. Immediately, he went to her, pulling her into his arms. She came willingly, readily seeking the support he offered. "I could no more leave you to die than I could Katie. You're my responsibility. I got you into this mess." "Starting the game was my idea," she sniffled. "Taking this path, you coming with us, those were my ideas. Whatever happens to you is my fault, so I've got to take the risks to see you get home safe." "But don't you get it? Without you, *none* of us will make it!" "I have a hard time believing that. You're stronger than you think you are." She kept her peace at that. There was no point in this argument before breakfast. "Promise me you won't risk your life like that over me again." Don shook his head. "I can't make that promise. I *won't* make that promise, because it would be meaningless. I would do what I did again in a heartbeat." "Damn you," she said, turning away from him. He let her go, standing and watching her walk away. Just then, Katie came up behind him. "What's the matter?" "I'm... not sure," Don said. "She's upset because I helped her. I don't get girls." "She's afraid, Donny." "Who isn't?" Katie hugged her brother, and kissed him on the cheek. She couldn't tell him that she'd never really seen him scared. It wasn't the time. "C'mon," she said. "I'm hungry." ----- "How come they get milk, and I don't?" the boy whined. He looked to be about twelve or so. "Because they paid for their milk, and you haven't done your chores all week, now *hush*!" the woman said. "I'm sorry," she said to the group. "Things haven't been going well here, and he sometimes gets a little upset." "What's the trouble?" Susan asked. Don was surprised that she would be interested in someone else's problems. *Has this place changed her?* "The witch, Denonia. She has wreaked her havoc on our land. Also the dragon, Dan-Gelmer. He seeks revenge on someone, and he must think they are here." Don and Gill shared a look; now would probably not be the best time to talk about that. "What is Denonia doing?" Katie asked, her concern evident. "She poisons our crops. Two of the children died last week, because they didn't listen, and ate things they shouldn't have. She sends ugly creatures to scare the children and kill the hens. She hurts us in any way she can." "Why?" Katie asked plaintively. "Denonia has never needed a reason," the woman's husband said, coming in just then. "She has tortured us for years. She has increased her wrath in recent weeks, but why that is, no one can say." "And then there are the others," the woman said. "Lenielle..." the man said to his wife. "Others?" Don asked. "We shouldn't burden you with our troubles," said the man. "Please," Don said. "We're travelers, and it is better if we're aware of the things we might run into, rather than stumbling upon them unaware." The man looked at Don for a long moment. "I guess that's right. Over the past week, there have been some... incidents. Hauntings, goblins. Things moving about on their own. One of the women was nearly killed when a flying scythe frightened the horse she was working with. It was very odd behavior." Don and Gill looked at each other. "Sounds like a psionic," Gill said nastily. Don shook his head. "No proof." "Tell them about the sightings," Lenielle ordered. The man nodded. "Some of the children say they have seen an evil couple in the forest, doing... things." "Things?" Don asked with a raised eyebrow. "Things best left to the bedroom, and not where children can be frightened by them!" the woman snarled. She was obviously upset. Don and Gill shared another look, and then Don looked at Julie. "Has anyone," Don asked the man, "gotten a good look at them?" "A fair-haired woman and a tall man with black hair. Dresses all in black, both of them do." Don was still staring at Julie. She was trying to keep her face under tight control. "We don't know it's him, Jules." "It's him," she said shortly. "He'd do something like that. I can't believe I loved him!" "What is the young lady on about?" the man wanted to know. "We may know the stranger who is upsetting your children. He is a former member of our traveling group." Don had emphasized *former*, in an attempt to keep any anger at Paul from leaking over onto them. "Well, what the devil is he doing in our forest?" the woman demanded. "I don't know. It's possible he's trying to find us, but I wouldn't have thought he'd have that much trouble doing that." "And why would he want to find you, if he is a *former* member of your party?" the man asked. "He doesn't like me much," replied Gill. "We had a fight. Don had to come to my aid," Gill said. "So if he is looking for us, it's not going to be a happy reunion." "You've brought this down on us, by being here!" the woman screamed. "Lenielle!" the man said. "No, Solen! I'll not be quiet. If he is looking for them, I say let him have them! It will save our children!" "A life for a life, Lenielle? What evil do you speak?" "We'll be leaving today, anyway. We're heading toward the Siratis Gates." The man paled. "That is deep within Denonia's territory. You should steer as far clear of there as you can." "Unfortunately, we can't. We're looking for Vernior," Don said. The woman stepped back, away from them. "You deal with witches and dragons! The devil is what you are!" "Vernior is the only one who can get us home," Don explained. "We're not from Zemlia Nov. We were brought here through magic. We're only trying to find our way home." "And the best thing for us if you do!" the woman said with finality. "I'll pack you two days' food, and I'll replace that broken bridle, if you promise to be out of the village by noon!" Don and Gill turned to each other, a question in each other's eyes. Gill nodded. "Very well," Don said to her. "But we will pay for our provisions. We've caused enough trouble already. We don't want to add to your hardship." "I'll not take money from the likes of you. You just keep your promise, and be gone." The rest of breakfast was very quiet. ----- After breakfast, the group went back to their horses, where Don and Gill began the argument that they both knew was coming. "No," Gill started with, just to lay down his position. "He's one of us," Don countered, getting to the heart of the matter. "He *was* one of us." "He's here *because* of us. He's causing these people grief because of us. It's our fault." "No, it's *his* fault. I'm not taking responsibility for a choice *he* made." "And if he goes on tormenting these people?" "Then eventually someone will come along and kill the bastard." "Two psionics? At once? How do you expect someone to do that?" "How do you expect *us* to deal with him!" Gill demanded. "We have a better chance than anyone else," Don shot back. "No. We've already taken enough goddamned detours. Going after them gets us nowhere. It won't get us home, and it very well could get one or more of us *dead*." "But..." Don said, and was interrupted by Julie. He found this very disconcerting; the girls almost never interrupted conversations between the boys these days. "Don," she said softly, stepping next to him and hugging his arm to herself. He stopped, and turned to look at her. The pain in her eyes was manifest. "Let him go," she said, a tear running down her cheek. "He's lost to us now. I don't want to lose... anyone else," she said, squeezing Don's arm very hard. It was clear who she was worried about losing. Don turned and fully embraced her, and she came to him readily. He took a deep breath, and surrendered. "Okay. But don't ask me to like it." "I don't give a shit if you like it," Gill said. "So long as we get *home*." Don shot him a dirty look, and he backed off. Don and Julie stood there, embracing, for a long moment without anyone imposing on them at all. ----- The group rode for the entire afternoon, putting some distance between themselves and the small village. Luckily, their progress was unimpeded. This only made Don more wary of what was around each bend. Katie was acting as their scout, as she was the most mobile of them. She traveled around each corner well before everyone else. Don hated this technique; it put his sister in grave danger. As he was being told more and more often, however, there was nothing he could do about it. By the time they stopped for dinner, Don was in a truly foul mood. He didn't know if there was something about this place that was affecting him, or if it was just the feeling generated by the things happening to him. He ate his dinner in silence, not even talking to Katie, who sat beside him anyway. When the meal was over, he walked away from the fire, finally settling onto the stump of a tree. "What's the matter with him?" Julie asked Katie quietly. Katie shook her head. "I think things are starting to bother him." "I just don't think he really wants to *get* home," Gill muttered. "Don't start, Gill, or so help me..." Katie warned. Gill held up his hands in surrender. Everyone seemed to be on a short fuse. Don was merely the only one acknowledging it to himself. He sat, staring out at the grasslands they were skirting on their journey. He looked up at the stars, but found no comfort in them. He soon felt a presence next to him, but didn't look to see who it was. "Don? I'll stand watch with you, if you like." It was Julie's voice. Don turned to her, and he realized that she was as upset about not going after Paul as he was. She had more reason to be upset, as well. He was being selfish, and that stung him very badly. He opened his arms to her, and she came to him. He pulled her close, and the two of them tried to gain comfort in each other. What happened next surprised them both. They cried. Their frustrations poured out of each of them, being released by necessity, and the closeness of a like mind. Julie felt the strength and support of her partner, and Don felt Julie's compassion and sensitivity. He had always seen her as little more than a slut, but at this moment, she was his perfect companion. Each silently poured out their anguish, releasing it to the other. It was a very long time before they needed to say anything at all. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... The morning came unwanted to everyone in the party. It had not been a good night, and the morning sun glowered at them beneath low, ugly clouds. The sky was red, blazing its warning of bad weather across the heavens. Don looked at it, frowned, and then stared back down at his breakfast. Lenielle had provided them with decent food, and he should be enjoying his meal. He was not, however. He was alone, by his own request, though both Katie and Julie had asked to eat with him. Of significant note to Don was the fact that Annie had not made any such request or offer. He looked over at her, watching her talk quietly with Susan. Neither of them noticed his attention, and he watched for a while. "Couldn't be helped, man," Gill said, coming up behind Don. Don wanted to lash out at him, but he knew that Gill was trying to do the sensible thing: get them home. "Look, when we get out of here..." he said. "I don't even want to think about that," Don said sourly. He threw his food to the ground, only half-eaten. His thoughts about *after* were very dark and ugly, and he didn't want to consider it all just now. "Get everyone ready to move. It's going to rain today. If we want to make any progress, we need to be on the horses before it starts." "Right," Gill said. He walked a few paces, then turned. "Don?" "Yeah?" Don said, glancing up at him. "Sorry." Don nodded, and Gill walked off. Truth was, Don wasn't mad at Gill; he was mad at the world. *Why does all of this shit have to happen? Why is Paul being such a prick? If, in fact, it *is* Paul, which it probably is... What do I do if he finds us? Should we go looking for him? Should *I* go looking for him?* Don knew that would be a bad move. It would split the group, and he wasn't sure just who would go which way. For the first time since entering Zemlia Nov, he wasn't sure everyone trusted him. *Get moving. More work, less thought.* He got up and went to his horse, preparing to move out. *I'm never buying another computer program. Ever.* ----- The group rode all morning, though they got only two miles before the rain started coming down. It was a long, slow, soaking rain. They each made adjustments. Katie rode with Don so that she could use her wings to shield herself against the rain. In truth, she was able to shield both of them by riding behind him. She didn't enjoy this as much, since he couldn't hold her as she liked him to, but she didn't think he would have been terribly affectionate, anyway. As they rounded a corner, a bolt of lightning flashed in front of them. Don's horse was spooked, and it reared up, throwing him to the ground, he rolled, expecting to have landed on Katie... but he couldn't find Katie. "Katie?" he hollered. When he didn't get an answer, his voice rose noticeably. "KATIE!" An answering call met his, but it wasn't what he wanted to hear. "Annie? Where's Annie!" It was Julie's voice. She had not been thrown from her horse, but Annie was also nowhere to be found. Don got up, looking now very anxiously for his sister. The forest was soon filled with an ominous feminine cackle. "Follow the bouncing ball, boys and girls," the voice called out mockingly. Suddenly, a glowing blue orb appeared in front of them. It was, in fact, bouncing up and down on the ground. Don jumped back on his horse, which had settled after its initial fright. The team rode furiously to follow the quick-moving orb. Coming around another corner, Don had to yank hard to pull his horse up short. There, in the road, was a woman. She had long, jet-black hair flowing down past her buttocks. It flowed in the wind, as did her crimson robe, marked with magic symbols and signs. *Denonia*, Don knew instantly. He jumped down off his horse and moved toward her. "What have you done with my sister, bitch?" he snarled. "Please, that's *witch*. Such mispronunciation could get you killed," she said, her tone slipping into the more dangerous versions of sarcasm. "Where is Katie?" Don demanded. By this time, the rest of the group had also dismounted. Denonia waved her hands upward, and the mists which had enshrouded the area behind her began to lift. This didn't really help much, since they were now confronted with a green, living wall instead of a white, featureless one. The area before them stretched on for some distance in either direction. An opening directly in front of them showed only more green. Don thought it looked remarkably like a hedge maze. "This is the Maze of Choice," Denonia pronounced. "Your two girlfriends have been placed within! Only you may enter, magician." "What the fuck is this?" Gill snapped. "The two beauties are trapped, imprisoned within the maze. The first one you find and touch within will live. The other girl will die. *You must choose*." Don paled at the thought. "What about Susan and Julie? What happens to them?" Denonia looked at him with a disgusted snarl. "The maze has no power outside its walls! Only those within the maze will be touched! You have until the sun sets, or both girls will die. Good luck, you pitiful excuse for a mage." Denonia cast a sign, and transformed herself into a bird, flying off into the distance. Her voice echoed throughout the clearing. "Until sunset, you fool!" Then she was gone. Don stared for just a moment at the entrance to the maze, and then nodded to himself. As he stepped forward, Gill grabbed his arm. "What the fuck are you doing?" Don whirled on him. "I am going in there to rescue them." "You *know* it's a trap! They're lost already! You go in there, and we're down three instead of two! We should move on-" Don's fist connected soundly with Gill's jaw, interrupting his sentence as he went flying to the ground. Don stood over him, a look of pure rage on his face. "I wouldn't leave *you* in there, either! I *will rescue my friends*. Or I will die trying. Either way, I'm going in there. I'm not sure if you just have no sympathy, or if you're really a *coward*. Don't get in my way again." Gill would have retorted, but he realized that he was now glaring determinedly at Don's back as he marched toward the maze. He struggled to his feet, and found his sister next to him. "What do we do?" she asked, concerned. "We sit down and wait for him. What else?" Gill snapped. ----- Don was just about to enter the maze when Julie yelled to get his attention. She came running up to him, something in her hands. She tried to hand it to him; it was Annie's sword. "You might need it," she said, concern filling her gaze. Don touched the sword, but didn't take it. It didn't feel right. "I wouldn't know what to do with it, anyway," Don told her softly. He kissed her on the cheek, and then he turned to go in. As Don stepped into the maze, he felt a wave of deep emotion wash over him. It was almost subliminal, and he couldn't tell just what he felt, only that he now knew he was under the influence of the maze. "All right, bucko, you've been in these things before. Yeah, right, in a computer game... this is *real*. But I can't actually act that way, can I? What's that they say about military training? 'Drills are bloodless combat, and combat is bloody drill.' I have to *pretend* this is the same... do the same things. But shit, in a computer game, if something jumps out and eats you, you're not *dead*. Dammit... okay, okay, step one is what?" Don stood and looked at the choices before him for quite a while. "Step one," he said to himself, "is to leave a trail, so I know where I've been. Step two is to hope like fuck that something doesn't come along behind me and erase my trail. Still, I can only do so much." Hoping that a magic trail would be the least likely to be wiped out, Don left a small glowing symbol at each corner as he turned. The symbols would only last a few hours; he'd have to be quick about this if he wanted to succeed. The next thing he did was to take out a scratchpad. He then realized he had no pencil with him. Another conjuring spell managed to turn a piece of charcoal he was carrying into a usable pencil. He tried to mark his paces as he walked. Suddenly, an eerie feeling crept up the back of Don's neck and took root in the top of his skull. He couldn't put his finger on what was bothering him, but he put his pencil and paper away for the moment. He looked all around him, but he heard nothing. *That's odd... I was hearing the animals outside before...* It came from the left. Detaching itself from the wall of the maze, a green, lizard-like creature leapt at him. Don dodged to the front, and the creature missed him, crashing into the maze wall, and disappearing. Don watched intently, but the little bastard never reappeared. As Don turned, something hit him hard on the back, throwing him to the ground. He rolled, and felt something trying to cling to him. His weight crushed it, however, and it squealed in pain, letting go of him. As he got to his feet, he turned and looked, seeing the lizard-thing writhing on the ground. It had moved through the maze walls *silently*. He moved over and brought his foot down soundly onto the creature's neck, making sure it was dead. He would have to be more careful. As he rounded the next corner, he realized that he wasn't being careful enough. He was hit in the arm with a sharp, barbed spike by a strange dragon-like beast that, upon further reflection, looked similar in shape and color to the dead lizard he'd just left. *Related? Was that a baby? Is this its mother?* He yanked the barb out of his arm, screaming as it tore more flesh coming away than it had going in. He chanted a healing spell to himself over and over, waiting for the wound to heal. It took much longer than usual. *Magic wounds. Crap. I'm going to have to get around this thing.* Don poked his head around the corner, and nearly got a spike in the eye for his trouble. He yanked his head back, and plastered himself against the wall of the maze. *This isn't good. And standing like this is bad, too. There could be more of those lizard-things in these walls... I can't hear them coming.* As Don contemplated his next move, he could hear the creature shifting around behind him. *Is that some kind of clearing in the maze, like a plaza or something? How can it have so much room?* This thought made Don wonder if he was actually seeing what he was seeing. He pulled out a small medallion he'd bartered for because he liked the design. He was saving it as a going-home present for Katie. The back was shiny enough to work as a mirror. He held it out so that it just cleared the corner, and he could see the reflection. *It sure looks big enough.* Don then formed a ball of energy. He didn't hurl it, but let it float around the corner. He moved it slowly, so it would not appear to be a threat. The dragon-beast-thing looked at it curiously, and then snarled, lunging at it. The beast grabbed the ball.... ...or tried to. It went right through it. *Ah-ha! It's not really there! Or it's much smaller than the image it gives off!* That seemed more likely, since he had a very real pain in his arm. Knowing now that the creature was faking, Don felt more confident. He put away the medallion, and he cast a shield spell. His shields were still a little shaky, but he hoped it would hold. He turned quickly around the corner, and immediately, spikes were bouncing off his shield. Don turned his head slightly, because the image before him seemed to shimmer. Looking out of the corner of his eye, he looked toward the ground. He could suddenly see a small, furious little creature, slightly larger than the lizard he had killed. This one was jumping and shaking. It's tail emitted spikes, growing new ones as it threw the old. Now that Don could see it, the illusion faded into almost-transparency. A well-placed energy blast vaporized the vicious little creature, and Don let down his energy shield. "I hope there aren't any more of those things," he said to no one in particular. "You never know, do you?" Denonia's voice answered back with an evil laugh. Don shuddered. He hadn't realized she was watching him. He moved on, hoping to make it through this ordeal in one piece. ----- Don encountered three more rather nasty creatures before finding a clear spot. He felt now that he was deep within the maze. He hoped he would find one of the girls soon; the afternoon was wearing on. Coming around a corner, he was suddenly staring at Annie, her arms pulled up and fastened to a metal grate with a very sturdy-looking vine. Don gaped for a moment, and then turned his head away in embarrassment; Annie was completely nude, and fully exposed for him to see. She looked at him, her mind still churning over all that had happened. "Am I that ugly to look at?" she asked, a little hurt by the quick aversion of his gaze. "No," he said, keeping his head to one side. "It's just that... I mean, I'm not... shit. Dammit, I'm not supposed to stare at naked girls who don't have a choice in why they're naked, okay?" "Oh," Annie said, a little sheepishly. She was punishing him for her own fears. She knew it, she knew it was wrong, and she did it anyway. Suddenly, her fear was quite real. "Look out!" Don immediately rolled. He had no idea what was coming, but figured his best chance was simply to move in the direction he was already looking, since he knew there was nothing in that direction. Once back on his feet, he turned to see. *Aw, shit, not another one of these things!* In front of him was another of the nasty little mini-wyverns that had nearly killed Annie in the first place. "Oh, no you don't, you son of a bitch!" Don snarled. A blazing-hot flash of white light erupted from his hand, enveloping and vaporizing the snarling dragon-like beast. Don watched it fade with some satisfaction. "Seen many of those?" Don asked, still not looking at her. "First one," she said. "I think they're following you, not hunting me. Could you let me down, now?" "I can't." "*What?*" she said incredulously. "Katie's trapped in here, too. If I touch you, Katie dies. If I touch Katie, you're dead. I have to find a way to get both of you out of here." "Just go rescue your sister," Annie said. "Don't worry about me." Don's head snapped around, and he glared at her, completely ignoring, for the moment, her nudity. "Let me figure this out, would you? I'm not giving up on *either* of you, dammit!" Annie was taken aback by his forcefulness, and she kept her peace. Her mind churned over everything she had seen. "I'll be back for you," he said. "I have to go find Katie now." "Okay," she said. Before she could say any more, he was gone. ----- Don moved carefully, back the way he had come. He had the sneaking suspicion that, if Annie was at one end of the maze, Katie would be at the other. He also had the horrifying thought that she was right around the corner, and he did spend a good amount of time looking. When he realized he wasn't being bothered, he knew he was on the wrong track. *An interesting thought,* he told himself. He'd learned to keep his thoughts quiet, since Denonia was listening in. *If she has set the maze to encourage me to go the wrong way, then the more grief I run into, the more likely I am to be on the right path. But is she really that dumb? Well, everyone has blind spots. Even me, I'm sure.* Don made his way back to the start of the maze, and began to move in the other direction. The first thing he noticed was the light level changing. *How close am I to sunset?* He pressed on, but then he realized the light level was changing much too quickly to be real. *Another obstacle.* Chanting into existence a small orb of bright light, he kept moving. He continued to leave his marks behind, and he still tracked himself on the map he was drawing. He had very carefully laid out the route back to Annie. *So long as Denonia doesn't move her while I'm finding Katie.* Don was now walking down a long, straight section of the maze. This worried him. *No place to dodge to the side. What's coming?* Suddenly, Don felt an odd sensation of danger. He immediately recognized it, and he jumped back just in time. The ground beneath where he had been suddenly liquefied. He had to backpedal rapidly to clear the area before the maze got him. *If my hunch is correct, I *have* to make it past this corridor. So, how am I going to do it?* Don stared at the ground for a long time, and looked at the maze walls, and then finally at the sky. Nothing came to him immediately. He leaned against the maze wall, and was shocked at just how solid it was. *I wonder if this could hold my weight.* Don grasped the wall of growth up high, and pulled himself up. It held for a bit, but then let out a loud *snap!* And broke, tumbling him to the ground. *About ten seconds, at most. I'm not sure if that's enough.* Don looked back down the corridor, which was about four feet wide. *Don't even think it. You're not goddamned Spiderman. *Still, the idea intrigued him. *The corridor is about fifty feet long. To do it would mean moving sideways for fifty feet, supporting my own weight the whole way. I can't do it.* Don sat down to consider what to do. He tossed some rocks down the corridor, watching them get caught and disappear into the mud. Suddenly, he started throwing them faster and harder. He found that the far edge of this pit was only twenty feet from him, and he was a good five feet from the edge nearest him. *Fifteen feet. Can I do it for fifteen feet? Figure I can move about one foot with each... uh... 'step'. That means fifteen 'steps.' How long for each step? Maybe... twenty seconds? So, five minutes. Hold myself up tightly for five minutes. Can I do that?* *If I don't, Katie and Annie are both history.* * But I also have to get *back*. Shit. That means a total of ten minutes. There has to be another way.* Just then, Don considered something. He pulled out one of his spell books, and looked up a particular section. After a few minutes, he put the book back, and raised his arms, chanting. He continued to chant for three minutes before anything happened, and it took another two for it to complete. When he put his arms down, sweat pouring off him, he saw a series of branches; limbs grown from one side of the maze corridor to the other. They were paired off and twisted, so they were strong. They were about two feet off the ground, and about two feet apart. *Stay near the edge, and no fancy tricks.* Don hopped up onto the first one, which was well ahead of the dangerous edge of the trap. He could feel the trap's energy as he entered its area of influence, and he saw the ground below begin to churn. *If I fall, I'm toast.* He continued to move carefully from limb to limb until he had crossed the entire trap, and was safe again on the ground. *I hope my little bridge doesn't evaporate. That spell is tiring.* Turning, Don headed on down the corridor until he reached the corner, with three paths leading off from it. He chose the center path. ----- It was clear, twenty minutes later, that the central path was probably the correct one. He'd already had to ward off a large cat and two more lizards. He was now faced with a choice of two paths. One turned and would lead him back toward the other side of the maze, and the other led deeper into this side. He took the one that led further away from Annie. Immediately, Don was plunged into total darkness. He strengthened his light orb, and carried on. He walked gingerly, trying to listen for any sounds approaching. He never heard the vines as they stretched their way across his path. He also couldn't see them in the shadowy light of the orb. When he tripped, he screamed as the vine instantly wrapped itself around his leg. He could feel the blood being forced out as the evil ivy squeezed tighter and tighter. "All right, you sonofabitch," Don grunted through clenched teeth. He knew he didn't have time for anything fancy. He raised his hand and uttered a sharp bark of a spell. Instantly, flame leapt from his hand and burned away all of the foliage within ten feet of him. The vine around his leg evaporated, and he only had some singe marks on his robe. He got up and brushed himself off. "Little bastard. I'm in a hurry." Don turned and made his way down this stretch of darkening maze. ----- Two turns later, and Don suddenly was confronted with his sister, attached spread-eagle to a large tree. Don took in her body, checking for marks and injuries. He saw Katie blush at his examination. He was surprised how much more comfortable he felt ogling his sister than he had just glancing at Annie. *I wish I knew what that meant... but I don't have time right now.* Unthinking, Don moved toward his sister, ostensibly to let her down. "Watch yourself, Big Brother," she cautioned. Immediately, he remembered. *Shit! I nearly killed someone!* Then a thought hit him. "You *know* about the rules?" "The bitch told us." "But... Annie acted..." "She was in shock. Hell, *I'm* in shock! Get me out of here!" "One thing at a time. Now I know where both of you are. I have to figure a way to get you each out of here without killing someone." Don looked at the sky. He couldn't see the sun, but the light that was now fairly easily penetrating the maze seemed to indicate mid-afternoon. *Has it only been a couple hours? It seems like I've been here all day!* "I'll be back for you, Sis. Has anything been... uh, bothering you?" "My arm itches. I'd ask you to scratch it, but..." Don smiled at her. He knew she was joking. "Seriously. Has anything been around to... do anything? Guard you, attack you, just bug you..." "Nope." "Okay. Then I'll have to come up with an answer. Keep good thoughts, Katie. I'll be back." "'kay. I love you, Donny." He looked up at her and gave her a soft smile. "I love you, too." ----- Don didn't get more than a hundred feet before he turned around and went back to Katie. "What's the matter?" she asked fearfully. "Just *exactly* what did Denonia tell you about this maze?" "She said that we would be stuck here until you found us. She said that the one of us who could seduce you into touching us first would live, and the other would die." "Anything else?" "No, not really... just that our clothes would be returned to us when we were outside the maze's power... if we were alive, anyway." That phrase triggered something in Don. *Outside the maze's power... why does that sound famil- ah-ha! Is that the key? Okay, but how do I use it? What do I know about magic that can... okay, I know how to teleport things, but I have to be able to see them, or have some kind of serious connection...* * Annie.* * Annie's a telepath.* * I can get her out of the maze *without* touching her.* Don looked over to his sister. "I think I have an idea. I don't know if it's going to work or not. If it doesn't... shit... this could get you *both* killed." "I have faith in you, Donny," his sister said supportively. He smiled at her in thanks. "If I think of anything else before I get back to Annie, I'll try it, but... if not... well, we'll know when I see you again. *If* I see you again..." He longed to reach out to embrace his sister, but that would solve the problem in a very final way for Annie. Don turned resolutely, and headed back out of the plaza. ----- Don had run most of the way back to Annie. His bridge had still been intact, and once over it, he knew he needed to hurry. He didn't know how much time he had, but sunset wasn't getting any further away. When he finally rounded the corner, he stopped abruptly again, faced with the naked woman. Don quickly averted his gaze, staring at the wall of the hedge. He wondered just how far he really was from the outside wall. Perhaps he could burn through... but no, that would probably take way too much time, as his fire spell was pretty limited. "It's okay, Don... I know you don't want to stare at me, but could you at least look at me when we talk?" Her voice was pleading. After the past day or so, he was totally confused about Annie's feelings toward him, and this only made things worse. Don didn't look her way when he said, "I *think* I have a plan, but it won't work without your help." "Sorry, I'm a little tied up at the moment," she said playfully. Don shot her an angry glare. "Sorry. What do I have to do?" "I need you to use your psionic powers. I need you to make a connection with me, and keep it solid. It'll take me about twenty minutes to get back to the maze entrance." "What good will that do?" she asked. Don looked up and around, indicating without words that he was worried about being heard. "You'll see. Can you do it?" "I think so." "Annie, this is *important*. If it doesn't work, you or Katie will die. *Can you do it*?" She stared at him, and he was now looking her dead in the eye, oblivious to her nudity. She swallowed hard; she could see the concern in his eyes, could see his worry. She wanted to alleviate it, but didn't know how. She nodded. "I'll do my best," she said. Don nodded. "You should make the connection now," he said. Annie closed her eyes, and she reached out with her mind. It was one of the easiest of psionic activities, and yet it caused her a fair amount of difficulty. After a few seconds, though, she felt she had hold of his essence. "Okay," she said. Don moved ten feet to the side. She felt him slipping away, but she managed to keep a tenuous grip on him, and latched on firmly. "Still got me?" he said. He could feel her in his mind, but he needed her to have a solid lock. She nodded, not saying anything. "Okay. I'm going to go a little slower than usual, but I'll try to get there as fast as I can, so you don't tire out. When I get there... well... you'll know." Again, she nodded, and then he turned to leave, heading out of the plaza. *<Good luck, Don,>* she said in his head. He grinned to no one in particular. Moving carefully, Don made it to the entrance in just over twenty minutes. He was surprised that he wasn't being accosted by more nasty surprises, but he would take whatever blessings he could get. *If her clothes don't reappear on her, she's going to be awfully embarrassed.* Don called out to the people outside the maze. "Julie!" Julie came running over, but didn't come near the entrance. "What is it?" she said fretfully. "I need you to have a blanket or something ready. If it's needed, you'll understand why. Just... stand over there." Don remembered about where he had felt the first beginnings of the maze's power, and he was going to teleport her twenty feet beyond that. So long as he could see the spot, he could do it. Closing his eyes, he tried to focus on the feeling of Annie in his mind. *Can you hear me, Annie?* * <Yes.>* * I need you to concentrate as hard as you can, to make this connection rock solid. I need to be able to see you, here in my head.* * <Okay. Give me a minute.>* * Take your time. Let me know when you're ready.* After a long pause, he heard.* <Okay, I'm ready, Donny.>* That last bit actually shook him, but he tried to shrug it off. He focused his mind on the connection with Annie, and followed it back, back, back... to where she was tied in place. He envisioned her in his mind, and in here, he looked at her every curve. *<Why didn't you look like this when you had the real me?>* she asked with a mischievous chuckle. *Stop that!* he snarled. He focused on her body, her mind, her soul... he felt he had as solid a grip on her as he had ever had on anything. Raising his hands, he gestured, and began the incantation. In his mind, he nearly panicked as he felt Annie's presence slip... then realized that it was slipping because she was fading out of position. He continued the spell, and turned to face the direction where she would - hopefully - appear. He was beginning to tire, but he kept his arms raised, and continued to concentrate. At this very moment, the only place Annie existed was in his mind. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, she faded into existence at the far side of the clearing, near the trees. Luckily, she was wearing the clothing she had been wearing that morning. He felt far more comfortable seeing her clothed. Annie waved to him from across the way, and he nodded. Swiftly, he turned, and made his way at a dead run back to where Katie was, he hoped, waiting. He ran into one lizard beast, but he was moving so fast, the creature panicked and scampered away from him, rather than attacking. When he rounded the final corner, Don let out a loud sigh of relief to see his sister still in one piece, waiting where she had been. He stopped for just a moment, and raised his hand. *Annie, are you still here?* He had a feeling she might be. *<Yes. Do you want me to leave?>* * No. I'm about to touch Katie... I... need you to keep talking to me, so I know you're all right.* * <Okay.>* * *As Don reached for Katie, Annie started talking. *<I'm sorry I snapped at you the other day,>* she said. Don's hands touched the rope holding Katie in place, but he hadn't touched Katie yet. *<I didn't mean to blame you for what had happened. This place scares me so much...>* The other rope parted under his touch, and Katie was nearly freed. *<I... we... there's something I need to do when you get back. Please remind me.*> Just as she said this last bit, Katie wrapped her arms around her brother and hugged him tightly. She was weeping with joy. *Annie?* Don asked somewhat panicked. * <I could use one of those myself,>* she said, referring to the hug. *<Please hurry out. The sun will be setting soon.>* * We're on our way.* ----- The brother and sister walked happily out of the maze together. Katie had wrapped her wings around herself to cover her nudity, but only as they rounded the last corner, where she might be seen. She had walked happily next to her brother, completely naked. As they cleared the maze, her clothes reappeared on her body, and she was able to fold her wings back up. She hugged her brother tightly, and they walked to meet the others. When they got there, Don let go of Katie, and he looked at Annie. Wordlessly, he opened his arms, and she immediately came to him, melting into his embrace. She hugged him hard, relishing the strong embrace. After a full minute, she leaned back and looked him in the eye. There was a slight smile playing on her lips. "What was it you needed to do?" he asked. "This," she said, and plastered her lips to his. He kissed back, trying to keep up with her, but her tongue was already forcing its way into his mouth. He let his hands run over her back, and the two kissed passionately for some time. "How very touching," a sarcastic female voice said. They broke their kiss suddenly, to see Denonia glaring at them from across the way. "So, you figured a way around my little test. I don't like losing, magician!" "Then maybe you should leave us the hell alone!" Julie countered. "Mind your manners, you untalented little whore, or I'll turn you into a *real* bitch!" Denonia snarled. She whirled on Don. "You haven't seen or heard the last of me, Magician! No one toys with Denonia and lives!" She was engulfed in a bright cloud of mist, and when the mist was gone, so was she. "Fuck," Gill said, to sum it up for everyone. "Let's get the hell out of here," Don said. Everyone agreed, and they were quickly back on their horses, heading for the Siratis Gates. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... The group traveled for only a couple more hours before they stopped for the night. They had wanted to get as far away from the maze as possible, more for the sanity of the girls than anything. They were at least ten miles beyond the edge of the maze - a huge structure - when they stopped. Katie still shivered at the thought of it. "Being tied up like that..." she shuddered. "Okay," Don said lightly, "so bondage is out of the question?" She smacked him playfully, but strongly, on the arm. "Cool solution, by the way," Gill said, nodding. Don shrugged. "Only thing I could think of. The key was when Denonia told us that the maze couldn't hurt anything outside itself. I still wasn't sure it would work..." Gill shrugged. "All's well that ends well." "I suppose. Still, we've got another... day's travel, according to the map, to get to the Siratis Gates." "What the hell are they?" Gill asked. Don shrugged. "Beats me. The map doesn't come with pictures." Gill snorted. "Anyway, I'm sure we'll find them. I just hope we find Vernior when we get there." "What do we do if we don't?" Susan asked quietly. Don and Gill shared a worried look. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," he said determinedly. "Let's just hope the bridge ain't *burning* when we come to it," Gill muttered. No one had a response to that. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Don awoke the next morning to someone shaking his shoulder. He rolled over and looked up, to see Annie staring down at him. She didn't look worried, so he didn't panic, but he did sit up more quickly than usual. "Something the matter?" he asked. "Can we talk? Alone?" "Sure. Just give me a minute." She walked off to let him take care of his morning necessities. He found her a few minutes later staring down the path they would take in about an hour. He put his arm around her, and she snuggled quite readily. "What's up?" he asked. "I really needed to apologize for the other day. I was so bitchy to you... I'm just... this is all so scary, and I..." He squeezed her more tightly. "It's okay. None of us is having fun. You're entitled to one really good bad mood per adventure. Dungeon Master's Rules." Don smiled at her, and she giggled. "Seriously. I'm sorry. It wasn't fair to blame you, you were doing what you thought was right... I just... I wouldn't want to lose you like that..." He turned to face her, putting both hands on her arms. "You think, when we get out of here..." He couldn't finish the question. "You'll be hearing from me," she said. "But I'm not sure I want to compete with the others in the *real* world." She smiled at him. Don blushed. He leaned in, and kissed her. She kissed him back, strongly. When they broke the kiss, Don noticed a funny look on her face. "What?" he asked. "That's the first time you haven't said *if* we get out of here." Don shrugged. "I'm trying to be optimistic. Hopefully, by the end of the day, we'll know if we're on the right track, anyway..." "I hope we are. I like being with you... and your friends... but right now I just want to go home." "I know," he said. He kissed her again, and then held onto her for a while. "What say we get breakfast before we go home, though?" he said with a smile. She nodded in agreement, and they headed for the fire, where Julie was making pancakes. ----- The team rode through the woods for two hours, and then they came out onto a clearing. Spread before them was a wide expanse of grassland. Off in the distance rose three immense spires of rock, taller than they had any right to be, and looking remarkably like pins stuck into the ground. Don knew immediately that he had seen his destination. "The Siratis Gates," he said to the others. Katie smiled at him, and Julie nodded with a grin. Gill, however, had his gaze slightly lower down. "We have company," he said. Don shifted his gaze. Standing about a hundred yards away were two people Don recognized instantly. Paul and Carysta stood defiantly before the team, their looks intense and hostile. "What do you want to do?" Gill asked. Don looked intently at Paul, whose gaze was almost manic, but showed extreme hatred. *What the hell did I ever do to him?* He looked, hoping to see some sign of willingness to compromise. He noted that Carysta was, in fact, less hostile than their friend. Don made up his mind just then. Looking past Gill to Julie, he saw tears in her eyes. He turned back to Gill, and his voice was harsh. "If they won't let us go past them, then we go *through* them. Understood?" Gill drew his sword, but kept it down at his side. "*That* I can do." ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---...

--===Warmth of a Touch, Chapter 2===-- Chapter 2 Martin managed to drag himself back to his dorm room Sunday evening. Just as he opened the door, the phone rang. He left the door open to answer it. "Hello?... Hey, Mom... I'm fine, Mom..." At this point, Martin saw Sarah standing in the doorway. He motioned for her to come in and close the door. "...Mom...Mo-...MOM!" Martin finally had to raise his voice to his mother, just to get her attention. "Mom, I'm fine. I've been studying this weekend with a friend... No, Mom. Geez, you'd think I'd been out getting laid all weekend the way you're acting... Yes, Mom, I'm fine. Really... Okay, Mom. Love you, too. Bye." As Martin hung up the phone, he slumped down into his chair. He looked up as Sarah said, "So, where *have* you been, Marty?" "Out getting laid," he replied deadpan. He didn't see any point in hiding it from her, and this really was the way they communicated: direct and to the point. "For two days?" Sarah asked incredulously. As a response, Martin just looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Sarah sat back on the couch. "Wow. Who was the lucky girl? Or was it a harem?" Martin didn't notice the twinkle of interest in her eyes. "Wait a minute. The last time I saw you, you were going over to study with... You didn't... Marty?" Sarah couldn't even ask the question. "Let's just say the Ice Queen thawed out a little." Martin grinned stupidly. "Well, that's one way to raise your grades. Two days, huh? I hope she gives you an 'A' for that." Sarah smiled at him. "Actually, we got quite a bit of studying done, too. I actually understand the first half of the semester, now. She said we'd get together to go over the rest sometime this week." Sarah said, "I see. Well, you look like you could use some rest. I'll see you tomorrow, lover-boy." Sarah sailed out of the room and closed the door. Martin realized she was right; he was exhausted. Without undressing, or even turning off the light, he flopped down on the bed and fell fast asleep. ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... When Martin awoke the next morning, two things were immediately obvious to him. The first was that he had slept wrong, because his back was killing him. The second was that he really needed to change his clothes. He'd been wearing them for two days, and now one night, and they really needed cleaning. What took a few more seconds to penetrate his consciousness was the time. *Oh, shit! I'm late!* Martin hurried himself along, realizing he *had* to take a shower and change. He was going to miss History for sure, but that was no big deal, he had an 'A' in that class. He didn't want to be late for Calculus. As usually happens on mornings when one is in a hurry, everything that could go wrong for Martin, did. First, he had to wait five minutes for a free shower. Once past that, he got a knot in his shoelace that took another several minutes to unravel. He spent too much time searching for his Calculus book before he realized that it was still in his damned book bag. By now, he knew he was late for Calculus class as well, and he only hoped that Lianna, *Dr. Preston*, wouldn't rip him a new asshole for it. ----- Martin tried to sneak quietly into class, but the only seat he could find available was in the front row. He moved quietly to it, but Dr. Preston took that moment to turn away from the whiteboard she was writing on. "Ah, Mr. Gallagher, how nice of you to join us, finally." Martin noticed the waver in her voice on "Mister", but hoped no one else had. "Since you have finally decided to show up, I can tell you that I need to see you in my office after class." The rest of the class *ooh*ed appreciatively. "Yes, ma'am," Martin said as he sat down in his chair. *Well, I guess we're back to normal now.* ----- After class, Martin followed Lianna down to her office. Before she closed the door, she said, "Please have a seat, Mr. Gallagher." As Martin sat down, she closed the door. Then the other Lianna appeared. She rushed to his side and knelt beside him. "Master, I hope I didn't offend you during class. You hadn't given me instructions on how to behave around others, and I didn't know what else to do..." Though Martin was startled by her sudden change, he could see the near-panic in her eyes. He placed his hand on her shoulder to quiet her down. "It's okay, Lianna. I understand what you were doing, and you did a very good job of hiding our relationship. We can't let anyone else know about what we're doing, or you could lose your job." "I would gladly give up my job for you, Master." Lianna bowed her head in total submission to him. "That won't be necessary, Lianna. Now, what was it you wanted to see me about? Or was that it?" When Lianna looked up at him, she had a new look in her eyes. It was that same look she'd had the first time, Friday evening. It was the look of pure lust. "I need you inside of me, Master. I missed you last night." Lianna had moved in front of him, and was running her hands up and down his chest. Martin could tell she was already fully aroused. Martin was not totally surprised, but was uncertain about doing it in her office. "What if someone comes in, Lianna?" "I locked the door, Master. No one will disturb us. Please. I need you inside of me, if only for a moment." "Okay, Lianna. You may... do as you wish." With that, Lianna lunged for his pants. She quickly unbuttoned and unzipped them, but she took her time extracting his cock out the slit of his briefs. He was almost fully hard, but she sucked him into her mouth anyway, giving him a full erection, not to mention a really great feeling. She only kept at it for a minute, though, because she really needed him inside her. Lianna stood up. Martin expected her to pull off her panties from beneath her skirt, but she simply raised her skirt to show him that she wasn't, in fact, wearing any panties. The sight before him was beautiful; her pussy juices were already dripping down her leg Martin reached out and pulled her to him, pulling her down into his lap. His cock was now nestled in her pussy hair, and she ground her hips against him, sending shivers up his dick. Lianna raised herself up, and positioned Martin's rod at her hole. As she sank down onto his prick, her lips sought and found his. Their lips immediately parted, and their tongues intertwined. They could both feel the intense warmth passing between them again. It was a feeling Lianna had missed and craved ever since Martin's departure the previous night. She also could feel the voice in her head, reinforcing the commands to her brain. <<*Give in. Submit. OBEY.>>* At this point, she had no resistance left, and accepted the commands willingly. She now belonged to Martin Gallagher. She knew it. She cherished it. Lianna set a furious pace for their coupling. She slammed up and down onto Martin's rod hard and fast, grunting and groaning into his mouth as they continued kissing. For Martin's part, there wasn't a whole lot he could do, but he did thrust back up into her while his hands roamed and fondled her body. Lianna very quickly reached her peak, and she slammed down onto his cock one last time as her body froze in orgasm, her lips still pressed to Martin's. Her pussy muscles clamped down on his dick, and he could feel them ripple along his shaft. Lianna screamed into his mouth, and then she relaxed into his embrace. It was several seconds before Lianna realized that Martin's cock inside her was still fully erect. "Master, you didn't come! I'm sorry! Let me suck you off. Please?" Martin was in no condition to object. "Okay, Lianna. That would be nice." Lianna lifted her skirt carefully as she moved off of him. She could see his cock glistening with her juices, and licked her lips. She had not yet told Martin that she had had several lesbian relationships while she was in college. She wondered how he would react to that, and she worried he might find it unacceptable behavior. She knelt before him and took his hard cock into her hand. She licked around the head of it for a few moments before pulling it into her mouth. She sucked on the head of his dick, feeling it enlarge as the blood rushed to it. Her one hand moved along the length of his shaft, as her other fondled and caressed his balls. Martin couldn't take very much of this. It wasn't very long before he spurted his cum into her mouth. She continued to suck until every last drop had oozed from his dick. She swallowed the cum in her mouth, and then licked the remaining drops off the head. Before releasing his dick from her grasp, she licked and cleaned its entire length, cleaning all of her juices off him. By the time she was finished, his cock was as clean as she could make it. It wasn't until then that she noticed the wet spot on his jeans. "I'm sorry about the spot, Master." He looked down and saw it for the first time. "That's okay, it was worth it." She beamed up at him. "But how will you get back to the dorm without anyone noticing?" "I'll just wrap my sweater around my waist. Besides, it's a short walk." They kissed again for a while before he adjusted his clothing and left for his dorm, to change for the second time that day. ----- Sarah caught up with Martin at lunch that day. "Hey, Marty," she said in greeting, "How was class this morning?" "Well, I sort of missed History, 'cause I overslept. Calc was okay. After Calc was even better," he said in a conspiratorial voice. "What do you mean... Not *again*?" she asked in awe. "Yes, again. She's very enthusiastic." Martin grinned. "There is just one thing that bothers me, though." "Oh? What's that?" "She likes to play this role-playing game, a master-slave thing." "You don't like being a slave?" Sarah kidded. "I'm supposed to be the master, duh. But she seems to take it so seriously. She apologized for acting normally toward me in class today." Martin didn't understand the strange look on Sarah's face. *So, it has finally emerged.* Quickly, she brightened and said, "She's probably just the type that needs that sort of thing. I wouldn't let it bother me, if I were you. I'd..." Sarah quickly broke off conversation as she saw Peter and Jennifer walking toward them. She nodded in their direction, and Martin saw them, as well. "Hi, guys," Peter greeted them warmly. "Whatcha talkin' 'bout?" "Oh, nothing special," Sarah quickly answered. "Martin was just asking me to the mid-winter dance next month." Sarah didn't dare look at Martin, who was now staring wide-eyed at her, and wondering if she was kidding. "Oh? I haven't heard of that one," said Peter. "Is that during the semester?" "Yeah, right after the semester starts. Just to get everyone re-acquainted after vacation. Now I have to buy a dress over break, though." She very quickly flashed a smile in Martin's direction, who still did not have the ability to speak. "Well, cool. I guess Jen and I will probably go, too. Right, Jen?" He looked to her for confirmation, and got a nod. "Anyway, Marty, I got bad news, and I got good news." Martin finally found his voice. "Oh? What now?" "Well, I just found out that my parents are sending me to Hawaii for Christmas. The problem is the flight leaves a couple days early, so I won't be able to take you to the airport." "So what's the *good* news?" Martin asked. "Jen's parents are willing to put you up for a couple days, and then take you to the airport. I'll drive you both up there on Saturday, and drop you off at her house." "You really don't mind, Jen?" Martin asked. Though Martin didn't much care for the way she treated Peter, he didn't really have anything against her. He considered her, if not a friend, at least a friendly acquaintance. "Nah. We won't actually see much of each other. I'll work over the break, so I'll be gone all day. We've got an extra bedroom, so it's really not a problem. You'll have to stay with us for a couple days when you get back, too. That's not a problem, is it?" "No, not if it's okay with you and your parents. Thank you." "No problem." "Well, I just wanted to let you know, Marty. Jen and I are gonna go play some pool. See ya later." With that, they walked off. Sarah said, "I thought you were trying to break those two up." Martin had something else on his mind. "Don't try to change the subject, Sarah. Just exactly *when* did I ask you to this dance?" "Oh, sure, Martin, I'd love to go to the mid-winter dance with you. Thanks for asking!" She smiled at him. Getting serious for a moment, she asked, "What's the matter? You don't want to go with me?" She faked a pout. "That's not it, Sarah, and you know it!" he retorted. "It's just... well... aw, hell." He didn't see any way of saying that he was completely shocked that she had any interest in him. Changing the subject, he said, "Well, I've got lab this afternoon, so I'd better get moving. Thanks for the company." "Yeah. See you at dinner?" she asked. "It's a date," he replied without thinking. Realizing what he'd just said, and what had just transpired, he stopped and turned to her, his face blushing mildly. She just laughed. ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... The next two weeks of school were Martin's best of the semester. Not only was he gaining a better understanding of Calculus, and through that able to do better in his other classes as well, but because of Lianna's continuing attentions, Martin was also the most relaxed he'd ever been since coming to NMSS. The night before his finals, rather than cramming in study time, Martin simply visited Lianna for a little relaxation. It reflected in his tests the next day. School policy said that grades had to be complete and ready before the students left for the Christmas break, which meant they received their grades the Friday before going home. Martin had been dreading this day, but knew that, because of Lianna's help, he probably hadn't done quite so bad. He read down his list of grades: _Subject_ _Grade_ _Exam Grade_ HIST 141 (Amer. History to 1865) A 93 MATH 141 (Calculus I) C 81 CHEM 121 (Chemistry I) B 88 CHEM 121L (Chemistry I Lab) A -- ENGL 111 (Comp. and Rhet.) A 95 CS 121 (Computer Prog. I) A 86 "All right!" exclaimed Martin quietly. He hadn't expected to do anywhere near this well. Some of his grades had been borderline, but apparently the last two weeks had made enough of a difference. He knew that the final exam counted for a significant portion of his grade in most of his classes. He was glad he'd managed to pull off a good semester. A 3.35 GPA was far better than he'd expected to achieve. He owed it to Lianna, of course. He'd have to think of a special way to thank her when he got back. But right now, he had to pack. He was leaving with Peter and Jen tomorrow morning, so he wanted to get everything ready. He'd had enough of getting up early for a while. ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... The ride to Albuquerque the next day was long and uneventful. NMSS was in Rio Lobos, which was a four-hour drive from Albuquerque. The ride was soothing, and Peter and Jen chatted while Martin dozed in the back seat. He'd seen the scenery before: the brown rock of the mountains, the greenery of Northern New Mexico. Yes, it was pretty, but they were only trees. He much preferred his sleep. They arrived in Albuquerque after lunch, and nearly got lost trying to follow Jennifer's directions. Martin chuckled to himself quietly, but said nothing. Finally, after another half-hour of being lost, they pulled into her driveway. Peter popped the trunk as the others got out of the car. The door of the house opened to reveal a woman in her early forties, and still fairly attractive with long, black hair, a heart-shaped face, and a very nice figure. Martin assumed this was Jennifer's mother. Behind her was a teenage girl. Assuming this was Jennifer's sister, Martin paid her little attention. He went to the back of the car to get his bag. Out of politeness, he retrieved Jen's suitcase, as well. Coming around the car to where the others stood, Martin set down the suitcase while he waited for all the hugging to be done. Eventually, Jennifer remembered her manners. "Mom, this is Martin Gallagher. Marty, this is my mother, Katherine Sarento." "Hi, Marty," said Katie Sarento, holding out her hand. "Hello, Mrs. Sarento." Martin automatically took her hand to shake, and suddenly, he felt the warmth again. *Uh-oh.* He released the grip quickly, and it went away. He was glad to see that it didn't seem to have any effect on Mrs. Sarento. Though it had not been visible, Katie Sarento had been touched by the warmth. Her initial impression of Martin was that he was someone to be watched closely around her daughters. After the handshake, she felt as though she could trust him with anything. Nor did she question why she had changed her mind so suddenly. "Well, I've got to get going," said Pete. He gave Jennifer a perfunctory hug, and forewent the kiss, in view of the fact that her mother was standing there. Good-byes were exchanged, and Pete got in his car and pulled away. "Why don't we go on inside? It's cold out here. Monica, could you please take Jen's bag to her room, and show Marty his? I want to talk to Jennifer for a little while." "Sure, Mom," said Monica, as Katie Sarento led Jennifer into the house. "C'mon, Marty. I think Jen's in trouble, so we don't want to be anywhere near those two." They both reached for Jennifer's suitcase at the same time, and, inevitably, their hands touched. Martin felt the warmth pouring from his hand. He now knew that it seemed to happen any time he touched a female. He'd touched several guys over the last couple weeks, with no effect. Martin still had not, however, pieced together the connection between the warmth and Lianna's behavior. For Monica's part, for that brief moment when their hands met, the cold December afternoon felt like a summer's day. Her body was flushed with warmth, which sought out and concentrated in her pleasure centers. She really enjoyed the feeling, and was disappointed that it faded when Martin removed his hand. "I can get that, if you want," said Martin, referring to the suitcase. "No, that's okay. It's not that heavy. But can you get the door, please?" "Sure." Martin held open the door for her, and then followed her inside. The inside of the Sarento home was very tastefully decorated. It was a house that obviously was well cared for. It was neat and orderly, and the furniture was comfortable, but not luxurious. It was done in neutral grays and light blues, and gave a very soothing appearance. Monica led him down a hall, setting Jen's bag down just inside one doorway, and then leading Martin further down that hall to another room. "This will be your room," she said. Rather than leaving him to unpack, she lingered at the doorway. Martin noticed. With a look, he asked her what she wanted. "Mom and Jen are gonna be busy for a while. Wanna talk?" "Okay," Martin said agreeably. Have a seat." Monica sat down on the bed as close to him as she could get, given that he was putting clothes away. "So, what are you majoring in at college?" "Well, right now I'm just taking courses in general physics, but I'm thinking about going into Atmospheric Physics." Seeing the look on her face, he explained, "Meteorology." "Oh. Weather stuff. Is that really interesting?" "Well, it is for me. Most people don't think so, though." "Oh. So, are you like, Jen's boyfriend or something?" Martin almost laughed at her, but decided it would be impolite. He did chuckle, though. "No, not quite. Pete is her boyfriend." "So, how come you're staying here, and he isn't?" "He was supposed to take me to the airport on Monday, but his flight leaves today. His parents are sending him to Hawaii." "Oh." Monica didn't have any idea why she was asking so many questions of him. Normally, she would hardly be interested in a guy three years older than she was, but for some reason she felt irresistibly drawn to him. They continued to chat for a while, until Katie Sarento interrupted them. "Hey, you two. Martin, you like Italian?" "Yes, ma'am," replied Martin enthusiastically. Mrs. Sarento smiled. "Great! We'll go to Antonio's then. We'll go around seven, if that's okay." When Martin nodded, she said, "Monica, you might want to see how your sister's doing." "Okay, Mom. See ya later, Marty." Monica stood up to leave, and as she did, her hand brushed against his bare arm. They both felt the warmth, and Monica shivered slightly as she left the room. "Everything okay, Mrs. Sarento?" Martin asked. "Yeah, just a little chat about grades. How did you do this semester?" "3.35 GPA. A lot better than I expected to." "That's pretty good. So, I guess you're doing okay at NMSS." "After I got a little help, yes, ma'am." "Jennifer could use that kind of help." *I don't think she'd enjoy it as much as I do,* Martin thought. "Well, I'll let you settle in. If you need anything, just ask." ----- The smells coming from the kitchen of the restaurant assaulted Martin's nose upon entering. While he had been mildly hungry before, he was starving now. All the sauces and soups and dishes looked delectable to him. Their waitress ushered them over to a long, thin table in a back corner of the restaurant. While everyone else sat quickly, Monica remained standing until she was certain where Martin was sitting, and promptly sat directly across from him. Martin was so hungry that he took little notice of the teen. On Mr. Sarento's recommendation, Martin ordered the lasagna dinner. The family chatted amiably while waiting for the food to arrive, which took a surprisingly short time. When it did arrive, the entree set before Martin looked to be enough for at least two very hungry people, and he was sorry that he would have to waste most of it. Mrs. Sarento, seeing the look on his face, said, "Don't worry, Martin. Doggy-bags are a given at Antonio's." She smiled and began attacking her pasta primavera. Conversation dwindled quite a bit as everyone began devouring their food. It took Martin a second to notice that Monica was not, in fact, eating all that much. Since no one else seemed to be bothered by it, he assumed it was normal for her, and continued eating his meal. His mouth was full of lasagna when he felt the delicate touch of her foot press into his crotch. He nearly choked on the noodles in his mouth, but managed to swallow them without being noticed by the other three, who had resumed a conversation about Jennifer's time at school. Since Martin had been there for most of the events Jennifer was talking about, he had little interest in hearing her tell the stories again. Besides, at the moment he was being distracted by a slender foot pressed ever so gently against his hardening cock. Martin took a chance, and looked across at Monica. She surreptitiously ran her tongue along her lips, and winked at him before bowing her head to again lay into her noodles. Meanwhile, she manipulated her toes to caress his cock, causing him to harden fully. Up to now, though he had chatted with her, Martin had paid little real attention to Monica. She was fifteen, and he eighteen, and he hadn't really had much interest in her. Now, with her rather forceful announcement of intent, he looked her over with a more appraising eye. Monica Sarento was the only blonde in a family of ravens. Her wavy blonde hair flowed down just past her shoulders. Her blue eyes were subdued, almost mysterious. Her face overall was very petite and quite attractive. He could see that her breasts were of only average size, but appeared to be firm. He could feel the strength in her leg as it pressed into him. The only thing that detracted from her beauty was the pair of glasses she wore, and he wondered why her family had not gotten her contacts. Martin and Monica both continued eating in silence while the others talked. Monica continued to torture Martin's dick with her foot, sending shivers up his spine. Soon, he'd had all he could take without at least responding. He appeared to adjust his napkin in his lap, but once his hands were beneath the line of sight of the others, they found Monica's skin, and began to caress the silky surface of her leg. Though it was cold out, Monica had obviously worn neither socks nor stockings. Martin's hand caressed her leg all the way up to her knee, reaching beneath the long skirt she had worn. Martin had thought that slightly odd as well, given the outside temperature of fifty-two, but her mother was also wearing a skirt of similar design, so he figured it was a family thing, though Jennifer had worn a pair of slacks. As soon as Martin's hands touched her skin, Monica sat more upright in her chair. As his hands moved over her flesh, she could feel the warmth spread throughout her body, but it targeted only the primal areas. It was not long before she gave up control, and she had to keep herself from crying out. Even so, her sharp intake of breath was noticed. "Are you all right, Sweetheart?" Mr. Sarento asked. As she pulled her foot, albeit reluctantly, from Martin's touch, she answered, a little shakily, "Yes, but I think I need to go to the restroom. I'll be right back." As she rose to leave the table, the other three looked at Martin, who simply shrugged his shoulders. They all went back to eating and talking about school, nearly forgetting about Monica. Except for Martin, who wondered what had just happened. Martin had just about finished all of his dinner that he could eat by the time Monica returned to the table. No one else even acknowledged her presence as she sat down, and Martin wondered if it was always like this for her. Martin looked at her across the table, and she flashed him a warm smile in return. He pretended to be interested in the conversation going on at the table, but really just kept glancing back at Monica. Shortly after she returned to eating, Martin felt the presence of Monica's foot in his lap again. Something, however, felt different. Trying to be covert, he reached down to feel her foot. What he found on it was a damp piece of cloth... *These are her panties! Damn, is she hot!* He knew there was no way she'd slipped them off at the table, but he wondered how she had concealed them on her walk back to the table. Taking them off her foot, he slipped them under the cloth napkin in his lap. Staring her in the eye, he raised them both to his face, and inhaled. To the rest of the family, it would appear as if he was simply wiping his mouth, but Monica knew what he was doing. She smiled shyly at him. Martin set his napkin down on the table, and, keeping her panties in his hand, rested it in his lap. Monica slowly moved her foot away from him, but smiled at him again. It wasn't long before the rest of the family had eaten their fill as well. Doggy bags were filled, and the check was paid. As they were walking out, Martin and Monica made sure they were behind everyone else. Martin slipped her panties into his front pocket as he leaned over to her and whispered, "Thanks for the present." Monica blushed slightly, but whispered back, "Thanks for getting them wet." That was all the discussion they had time for, as they were now at the car for the ride home. ----- When they arrived home, Mr. Sarento told Martin that Saturday night was the family's movie night. While everyone else went to change their clothes, Martin just took a seat on the couch to wait for them. He shivered slightly, because the house wasn't kept very warm. As the others filed in, Monica was the last one. She couldn't believe her good fortune that Martin was still sitting alone on the couch. Her parents were sitting on the loveseat along the back wall of the living room, and Jennifer was sitting in an overstuffed chair in the corner. The way Martin had slouched in the high-backed couch, no one could even see him. And she was shorter than he was, so they wouldn't be able to see her, either. The rest of the family sat further back because the TV was raised up, and sitting on the couch meant you actually had to look up at it somewhat. "You look cold, Marty. Want to share my blanket?" Martin knew she had more than just blanket sharing in mind, but the blanket was big, and it looked warm, so he readily agreed. Since her question was posed openly, the family thought nothing of the two of them sitting so closely together on the couch. Monica sat on the couch, her hip pressed firmly against Martin's, and then wrapped the blanket around both of them. They each tucked it in around them to keep the chill out. Doing so caused something of a tent effect, and it meant that no one would be able to observe their hand movements, even if they did look. Nothing happened as the movie began. It was a romantic drama, the kind of movie Martin hated most, but figured the girls would like. Mr. Sarento, Martin figured, put up with it for family harmony. It wasn't long into the film when Monica leaned over to him and whispered, "This movie sure is boring, isn't it?" When Martin merely nodded, she added, "I wonder if there's something around here that's more interesting." Martin managed not to jump when he felt her hand press against his dick from outside his pants. His cock stiffened as she lightly squeezed it and ran her hand along its outline. She leaned over again and whispered, "This seems like much more fun." Martin merely strained not to react. As she continued her caresses, however, he felt the need to return the favor. Martin reached his hand across and rested it high on her thigh. She made no move to stop him, but simply closed her eyes and grinned. He moved his hand further in between her legs, which she parted slightly to allow him access. She was wearing a thin pair of sweatpants, and so Martin could feel the heat radiating from her pussy. He began to rub gently against her pants, pressing up into her just slightly as he did so. Her grin broadened into a serene smile, and her eyes remained closed. Neither of them paid any attention to the movie after that, and they kept up their ministrations on each other, nearly oblivious to the world around them. The end of the movie came as quite a shock to both of them. Martin wondered what to do now. He knew without checking that there would be a wet spot on his pants, and Monica's sweats were quite damp with her juices. Neither of them could stand up in front of her parents, even in the dim light of the living room, without getting caught. Luckily for them both, her parents solved the problem. Mrs. Sarento stood up and yawned before asking, "Can you two take care of the tape and clean up? Your dad and I are going to go to bed, we're feeling pretty tired." Jennifer had apparently gone to bed without either of them noticing. *Thank you,* thought Martin. "Sure, Mom," answered Monica. "No problem. Good night." As soon as her parents' door had closed for the night, Monica turned to Martin, her hand returning to his cock. "Let's have sex, Marty." Martin was not shocked, given the night's activities, but he was worried. "Monica, your parents are in the house!" he whispered urgently. "And you're only fifteen! I'd rather not get killed by your father just now." Monica was disappointed, but she could see his point. "Well, can we at least kiss good-night?" Martin agreed, and their lips locked. It was barely a second before Monica's tongue was pressing itself against his lips, requesting entrance. Martin's lips parted, and their tongues danced. Once again, the warmth intensified and flowed. Monica was bombarded by both the warmth, and now the messages being burned into her brain. They continued to kiss, their tongues intertwining first in one mouth, then the other. She could feel his hands resting on her ass, and she longed for them to feel it naked. But he had spoken on that matter. He wouldn't give her that pleasure while her parents were around. Her Master's word on that was final. Their kissing continued for some minutes before Martin broke it off. He had to stop himself before he did tear her clothes off and fuck her right there on her parents' own couch. She rested her head on his chest as he leaned back on the sofa. Finally, he said, "Thank you for tonight, Monica. Why don't you go on to bed, and I'll straighten up in here?" *<<Obey.>>* "Okay, Marty. I'll see you tomorrow." She gave him a quick peck on the lips, and then headed off to bed. *Damn. I want her sister, so how come I get her? Not that she's not extremely fuckable, but still...* Martin came to no conclusions before he went to bed. ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... Martin awoke late the next day, not having his alarm clock handy to get him up. Not that it mattered; he could still smell breakfast cooking, so he figured he wasn't beyond hope. He dressed quickly in black sweats and a light gray T-shirt and headed out to the kitchen. He found Mr. and Mrs. Sarento there, but neither of their children. "Good morning," he said in greeting, "Did I beat the other two out of bed?" Mr. Sarento chuckled. "Not hardly. Jen and Monica have always been early risers. Jen is already at work, and Monica is spending the day with a friend. She'll be back this evening." Katie Sarento said, "Hungry?" "Starving," replied Martin. She served him up a huge breakfast of scrambled eggs, sausage, toast, juice, some fruit, and a muffin. He wondered how in the world she kept her trim figure eating like this. Mr. Sarento had a potbelly, was going slightly bald, and didn't seem to take care of himself very much. Martin wondered just how these two had ever come together, and he realized that love truly was blind. He ate ravenously. He would have felt guilty about it, except that the others were eating the same way. The breakfast really was a feast, and it was very good. Once he was finished, having properly stuffed himself over it, he thanked Katie and went into the living room to watch some TV. This was how he spent his day, except for lunchtime, when they stuffed him again. He wondered that anyone in this family weighed less than 300 pounds. But still, it was great food. Jennifer arrived home around five that afternoon, having put in a full day at the fast-food restaurant where she worked. She greeted him cordially, but then went to her room, and didn't come back out. Martin took it in stride, not really concerned with how she felt about him. Though he was thinking more and more about getting into her pants, he knew that he had two females right now that wanted to get into his, and that was plenty for him. Monica arrived home at six, just before dinner. Martin took immediate notice of the outfit she was wearing, because it seemed a bit strange for a winter day. She was wearing a shorter skirt that barely came to her knees. It was a nice pale yellow in color, and flowed around her as she walked. Her top was a white sleeveless blouse, which was loose enough to hide her body, but still looked very nice on her. But he figured it had to be cold as hell outside. "You wear that sort of thing in winter?" he couldn't resist asking. "Shana's parents keep their house overheated. If you wear anything more than this, you sweat all day. Besides, I like this outfit." Martin had to agree silently that he did, too. It looked extremely sexy on the teen, and it reminded him of the previous night. Dinner was something of a disappointment, since it was just the leftovers from the night before. Though the family did exchange dinners so that they weren't eating the same thing again, Martin stuck with his lasagna, as nothing else on the table really appealed to him. The meal went quietly because Monica was sitting in a position where she could not easily reach him. He could tell this frustrated her. He found it mildly amusing, but tried not to show it. He didn't want to upset her. After dinner, Jennifer immediately went to her room. Martin had to ask, "Is she upset about something?" "Probably," remarked Monica. "Monica!" her mother scolded. "Marty, Jen is just a little upset with us at the moment. She's being punished for her grades, and she's not happy about it. I'm sorry she's being rude to you because of something we've done." "Don't worry about it, Mrs. Sarento, I'm used to Jen being rude to me," he said in a voice that said he was only half-kidding. "She's usually much too interested in Pete to take notice of anyone else around her, anyway." "Well, I'm glad you understand. Do you know how Peter's grades were this semester? I'm wondering if it was a mutual problem." "It was. Pete's grades were lousy. He let me see his report card. He's on academic probation for next semester." "So is Jen. I wonder if those two are really right for each other." She was silent for a moment, and then said, "Well, anyway, who's up for a movie tonight? We've got another one from Blockbuster to watch yet." "Sounds good to me," said Martin. "I'm game," replied Mr. Sarento. "Cool," chimed Monica. Everyone disappeared into back rooms again as Martin went to the couch. He waited patiently while the rest of the group filed in, Monica being last. She headed straight for the couch. He had expected her to change into sweats again, but saw that she was still wearing her same outfit. She was, however, carrying the blanket again. "Wanna share again?" she asked, making sure her parents heard her. "Please," replied Martin, also keeping his voice in audible tones. Once again, they wrapped themselves in the blanket. Once again, they made sure that their actions could not be observed. As the movie started, Martin took the opportunity to glance back at Monica's parents, who were snuggling together on the loveseat, paying no attention whatsoever to the two on the couch. The movie began, and Martin tried to get interested in it, but it was the inane kind of comedy that he just didn't enjoy all that much. Either Monica didn't like it either, or she simply didn't care what it was, because her hand soon found its way into his lap, fondling his dick through his sweatpants. Tonight, he wasted no time in moving his hand between her legs. Once again her eyes closed and her head tilted back. After several minutes of this treatment, she glanced back at her parents, to find them fully engrossed in the picture. Seeing this, she moved herself closer to Martin, and put her leg over Martin's knee, spreading her legs wide to allow him easier access to her. The way she was now sitting with him, Martin figured he could get both of his hands into the action. He pulled his right hand away from her pussy, but before she could protest, he moved his left hand in to replace it. His right hand he moved around her waist, pulling her to him. She leaned her head against his shoulder and sighed with the pleasure of it. Martin slowly moved his hand from her waist up her side. Soon it was resting along the outside of her right tit. She had made no move thus far to stop him from anything, so he gently moved his hand over and cupped her breast. It was only then that he realized she wasn't wearing a bra, and he was almost positive she had been earlier. He could feel the hot point of her nipple pressing into his palm, and she arched her back to press herself more firmly into his hand. During all of this, she continued to massage his cock, and he was as hard as he could ever remember being. She had a delicate enough touch to know when he was getting too close to coming, and she would back off then. She kept him on that very edge throughout the night. Martin wondered if he should chance unbuttoning her blouse. If for some reason her parents wised up, it would be impossible to correct quickly. He thought for a moment, and then remembered that her blouse was sleeveless. He slipped his hand off of her breast, and back to her side. She looked up at him questioningly, but he just smiled as his arm reached under hers. The armhole in her blouse was easily big enough for his hand, and he slipped in, now running his hand back over the same path, only this time he was accessing bare flesh. Monica's eyes opened wider as she felt his hand cupping her bare tit. Her body was flooded with the warmth now, and she was in heaven. She felt his fingers pass one by one over her nipple, and moaned very softly. Her hand's motion on his cock faltered momentarily, but only for a second before she regained her rhythm. Monica enjoyed this for quite a while, but eventually she leaned into his ear and whispered, "Put your hand under my skirt, Marty, please?" He figured she'd enjoy it a lot more feeling his hand just through her panties rather than through her skirt, so he was happy to do it. It only occurred to him as his hand was slipping up her thigh that, if she wasn't wearing a bra, she might not be wearing panties... And she wasn't. She bit her lip to avoid crying out as Martin's fingers brushed against her swollen pussy lips. He felt her body shudder as his fingers began their dance. He massaged her outer lips for a moment before he inserted his middle finger into her dripping cunt. As he did that, he leaned over and kissed her. Their lips remained locked as Martin's finger pushed in and out of her pussy, moving at a steady pace. It was just about then that the movie chose to end. Both of them were startled to see the credits rolling. Martin didn't even have time to remove his finger from Monica's pussy when he heard her mother say, "We're going to bed, you two. Can you clean up again?" Monica strained to keep her voice even as she said, "Sure, Mom. Good night." Martin sat up slightly to make sure that both parents had, in fact, gone into the bedroom. Once he was sure of that, he returned his attention to Monica, and his fingering increased its pace. He leaned over and kissed her, their tongues dancing. Monica shuddered, and flooded his hand with her juices, having a wonderful orgasm as he fingered her. When she finally came down from her orgasm, Monica looked up at him and whispered, "Are you sure you don't want to screw me?" "Of course I do," he responded, "But not while your parents are home. I don't want to get caught." "At least let me blow you, then. C'mon, you got me off, I should at least do the same for you." He didn't want to hurt her feelings by implying he didn't want her, so he agreed. Her head slipped beneath the blanket, and her hands were pulling at his pants. He raised his hips to help her pull them down, and then he immediately felt her warm mouth engulf the head of his dick. Martin was enthralled by the sensation. Her small hand encircled the base of his shaft, and it began jacking him as she started to take more of him into her mouth. She got almost half of him into her mouth, and started sucking for all she was worth as her hand pistoned up and down on his rod. Martin could take only a little of this after the night they'd had, and soon he blew his wad into her mouth. He could feel her swallowing it all down, and she kept sucking until he was dry. Then she licked his shaft completely clean before laying it gently in his pubic hair, and sitting back up to kiss him. After they broke the kiss, he said, "That was great, Monica. I'll clean up, you can head off to bed now." "Thank you, Master," she said as she rose. As she walked to her bedroom, Martin noticed the large wet stain on the back of her skirt. He was distracted by her words, however. *Master? Again? What the hell?* ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---...

--===Warmth of a Touch, Chapter 3===-- Chapter 3 Martin felt proud of himself as he boarded the airplane for home. He had managed to avoid having sex with Monica, as badly as she obviously wanted it. *And what's with the Master thing again? Do I have this effect on women, or are the only girls who have an interest in me all weirdoes who want to be dominated? Well, at least it's over.* He forgot, for the moment, that he would be spending time with Monica again on his way back to school. The flight into Tampa was uneventful. It was Martin's fourth such flight, and the scenery was all old hat now. He saw his parents waiting for him at the terminal. It was much too early for his sister to be there, as she still had a week of school left before her break began. The ride home amounted to catching up on things and hearing about how everyone was doing. "Your sister's been missing you like crazy, Marty," his mother said. "She's gonna be real happy to see you." "How's the Small Fry doing in school this year?" Martin had always called his sister Small Fry, and she loved it, though she pretended to be annoyed by it. "Her grades are just great, but I gather she's not getting along with some of the kids." "Oh? I guess I'll have to talk to her about that. She's gonna be in high school next year, and she doesn't want to be an outcast there." The three of them moved on to other topics. By the time they got home, everyone was in a good mood. Martin pulled out his report card and presented it to them. After hearing his warnings throughout the semester, the grades on this report card came as quite a pleasant surprise. Martin was in the midst of explaining what had happened, while leaving out the better parts, when the phone rang. Martin's father answered it, and with his second sentence the family stopped cold. "Yes, officer, she's my daughter... Where?... Yes, I know where it is... Can you tell me what happened?... I see. We'll be right down." He hung up and turned to the family. "Becca is in the hospital. We've got to go down there." The family rushed to get back in the car. His father explained on the way. "According to the officer, she was attacked by some school kids. There are 'no witnesses', and apparently Becca passed out, and can't remember who did it." Nothing else was said until they got to the hospital. Entering the emergency room, they were directed down a hallway. The hospital in Clearwater, their hometown, was small, and they quickly found the doctor they were looking for. He asked that they not all go in at once, and so Martin sat down in the waiting room, both terrified that his sister was seriously injured, and furious that anyone would dare to harm her. Five minutes later, he looked up to find his parents entering the waiting room. "She asked for you," said her father. "Son, you should know that the doc said she's going to be fine, but she looks pretty bad. There's nothing seriously wrong with her, but they want to keep her overnight just to make sure they didn't miss anything." Martin trudged down the hall, not sure what he could say to his little sister to cheer her up while she was lying in a hospital bed in pain. He stopped at the doorway to her room, and took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He walked over to her bedside, and sat down in the chair there. He took her hand in his. It seemed so incredibly small to him right then. Looking at her, she looked frail and helpless. There was blood matted in her short auburn hair, and her one eye was swollen shut. Her other eye was blackened, and he could see the pain there as her usually pretty green eyes watered. Her nose had been bloodied, and her lip was split. He could tell without looking that the rest of her body had been similarly abused. Martin's rage was barely controllable as he sat there looking at what some *sonofabitch* had done to his sister. Feeling his hand, she looked over at him, and brightened. "Marty!" she cried, and tried to sit up. He could tell the effort was painful, and he stopped her. He stood up and hugged her into his arms gently. "I'm so glad you're here," she sobbed. She cried for quite a while in his arms, while he held her, rocking her softly back and forth. After a few minutes, she began to settle, and Martin helped her to sit back. He raised the head of the bed slightly so she was more comfortable before he sat back in his chair. "I missed you, too, Small Fry. How are you?" "Oh, you know, can't complain..." Her attempt at humor was pretty lame, but Becca always tried to put a good spin on things. "Becca, it's *me*, remember? How are you really doing?" "It hurts, Marty. And I can't remember a damned thing! Why can't I remember?!" She almost began crying again. Martin grabbed her hand to steady her, and for encouragement. "What's the matter, sis? You forgotten all your television already? You got whacked in the head a couple of times at least, and what you went through..." Martin couldn't finish that statement. "Well, your brain just isn't ready for you to relive that yet. Don't worry, you'll remember when you're ready." She beamed at him in gratitude. "Just one thing, little sis." "Yeah, Marty?" "When you finally remember who did this, you tell me first, okay?" Becca could read the meaning of that from his expression. "Okay, Marty. I promise." She laid her head back, and her eyes closed to rest. Martin got up, kissed her gently on the forehead, and left the room quietly. He found his parents talking with the doctor. "How's she doing, Marty?" his mom asked. "You might want to up her pain medication, doc," Marty said in answer. "Oh? She said she was fine." "That's Becca for you," Mr. Gallagher explained. "Never wants to complain. What did she tell you, Marty?" "Just that it still hurts. And that she wants to remember, but can't." Martin's tone of voice said what he thought of the people who would do such a thing to a thirteen-year-old girl. "We'll find 'em, Marty. We'll find 'em." "I'm okay, Dad. I'll be outside." *To hell with that,* he thought as he walked out the door. I'll *find 'em.* ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... * *Martin's anger had time to subside overnight, and he spent the next morning preparing for his sister's return home. Just after lunch, he heard the car pull in the driveway, and his parents got out of the car. Becca waited for her dad to help her out, and then Martin realized why. Though it had not been visible in the hospital, Becca was walking with a severe limp on one leg. Her father helped her to the door, where Martin was waiting. She released herself from her father's helpful grasp, took a step, and nearly fell into Martin's arms. He hugged his sister as he supported her, but he looked to his father for an explanation. "The doctor says it's just a sprain. It should go away in a few days, but he said she needs to stay off of it." Putting most of her weight on Martin, she asked her dad, "What about school? I have exams this week!" "Don't worry about that, we'll work it out with the school. Maybe you can make them up after break." Martin could tell that Becca was using up all the energy she had just standing there. "Come on, Small Fry. Let's get you to your room." The Gallagher home was a small but comfortable house of cinder block construction, typical to this area of Florida. It didn't take long for Martin to get Becca to her room. Immediately she noticed that the room had been cleaned and straightened. Once he had helped her to the bed, she realized there was a TV on her dresser. She looked at Martin in awe. "You did all this for me, Marty?" "Sure. Since you can't really go anywhere for a few days, I figured you might as well be comfortable." Tears welled up in Becca's eyes. She wrapped her arms around her brother and gave him a ferocious hug, which made her ribs ache, but she didn't care. For Martin's part, he was content to have made his sister happy. It took only a few moments before he realized that, though Becca was touching his bare skin, he felt no warmth going into her. Thinking back, he realized that his mother had also, thankfully, been unaffected. *I wonder if it doesn't work on family members? That's not really a bad thing, is it?* Martin smiled to himself as he helped his sister sit back on her bed, piling up pillows so that she would be comfortable. Just then, their mother came in. Before she could say anything, Becca pointed at Martin's TV and said, "Mom, look what Marty did!" Seeing the TV, their mother flashed a warm smile at Marty. She turned back to Becca. "Well, he watches too much TV, anyway," she said jokingly. "I know that hospital food you had last night was terrible. What would you like to have tonight?" "Pizza?" asked Becca hopefully. They didn't have pizza often enough for her tastes. Of course, she wanted it every night. "Pizza it is. We can rent some videos and make a party out of it." "Sounds great," Becca replied, stifling a yawn. Martin took the hint. "Why don't you get some rest, Becca? I'll be around if you need anything." "'kay, Marty. Thanks," she said sleepily. She snuggled down into the pillows and closed her eyes. The other two left the room quietly. "That was a nice thing you did for her, Marty," his mother said as they walked to the kitchen. Martin waved it off. "I can do without it for a few days. She's gonna need the distraction. If I ever find out who did this..." Martin broke off his statement as his anger once again rose to the surface. His mother agreed, but she had no way to do anything. Martin's father came in and asked, "Is she all settled in?" "Taking a nap," Martin answered. "So, what are you really going to do about her finals? She can't make them up after the break." "Why not?" his father asked. "Because grades are finalized over the break. If she misses them, I don't know what the school will do, but she can't make them up then." "Okay. I guess we'll have to go up to the school and talk to her principal tomorrow. My parents are coming down to visit for a few days, until Becca recovers. She still can't remember who did it?" Mr. Gallagher had hit Martin's sore spot. "I didn't ask. She'll tell me if she does." *And when she does,* he didn't add, *the guy had better be in Sheboygan, or I'm gonna rip his fucking head off and piss down his throat.* ----- The family was having its first cheerful moments since Martin's return home. He'd helped Becca into the living room, and sat beside her on the couch as they ate pizza and watched what he thought was a hilariously funny movie. He did not remember that it was the same movie he'd seen just before leaving Albuquerque. Everyone was in high spirits when the doorbell rang. Mr. Gallagher rose to answer the door, thinking his parents had arrived. When Martin looked out the window and saw a police car in the driveway, he knew something was wrong. "Are you Trenton Gallagher?" asked the police officer. "Yes," responded Martin's father. "Are your parents Jason and Caroline Gallagher?" the officer continued. *Uh-oh. What's happened to them?* thought Martin. "Yes," said Trenton. He had a horrible suspicion what came next. "Sir, we have a report from the Hernando County sheriff that your parents have had an accident. Apparently, they blew a tire and lost control of the car. It slid sideways into oncoming traffic. They... I'm sorry, sir. They didn't survive the accident." *Grandma and Grandpa dead? No!* Martin thought. He knew, though, that as bad as he felt about it, Becca would feel worse. He reached over and embraced her. She turned and buried her face in his shoulder, weeping quietly. His mother was staring blankly, open-mouthed, her eyes unseeing. Martin heard nothing as the officer continued to talk with his father. He focused his attention on Becca, sobbing in his arms. The movie played madly on until his mother finally had the wit to turn it off. Martin wondered at his seeming lack of feeling about the death of his grandparents. He had lost his other set of grandparents, separately, long before he was old enough to remember them. Yet he didn't seem to feel anything at all. He did feel sorry for Becca. She would be blaming herself already. After some moments, Martin helped Becca back to her room. He helped her to bed, and then sat beside her. "Are you okay?" he asked her. "It's my fault. They wouldn't have been coming down here if I hadn't gotten hurt!" she sobbed. "Shhh," Martin tried to soothe her. "You didn't 'get hurt', Becca, you were beaten up. You didn't have any control over that. If Grandma and Grandpa's death is anyone's fault, it's those guys who beat you up." *The motherfucking cowards.* "You still can't remember them, can you." It wasn't a question. She just shook her head. "Well, it's not important now. But, remember Becca, this was *not your fault.*" She smiled wanly up at him, and gave him a hug. They sat for a little while, just being together, before she dozed off again. Martin adjusted the pillows around her, so she would be comfortable. Then he turned off her light and left, going to his own room, where he flopped down onto his bed and stared at the ceiling, wondering, *What else can go wrong?* ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... Because his parents had so much to do the next day, Martin was tasked with going to his sister's school and talking with the principal. His past came rushing back at him as he entered the two-story brick building. He'd spent three years at Clearwater Junior High School, and had fond memories of the place. He walked down the brightly painted halls to the main office, where he sat down and waited for the secretary to be free. When Mrs. Rand, the secretary, looked up from her phone call, her eyes brightened. "Martin! How good to see you again! What brings you back here?" "I have to speak to Mr. Cairne. It's about my sister." Mrs. Rand's face sobered. "I heard about that. How is she doing?" "Okay, I guess. But we've had a lot of bad luck in the last couple of days." "Well, why don't you just have a seat. Mr. Cairne will be free in a couple of minutes." Martin thanked her and returned to his chair to wait. The office was just as he'd remembered it. It was a somewhat small office for such a large school, but it seemed to get the job done. Not a single student entered as Martin sat waiting for the principal. After several minutes, the door to the principal's office opened, and Mr. Cairne stepped out. A tall, imposing man, Victor Cairne had the chiseled features and stern expression that one would expect of a junior high principal. His black hair was beginning to gray at the temples, and his short, severe haircut emphasized his angular features. He did, however, smile politely on seeing Martin. He walked over to shake hands. "Martin! Well, it's been quite a while since we've seen you here. I guess you're here about Rebecca, correct?" "Yes sir." "Well, come on into my office, and let's chat." After they'd entered the office and both were seated, Mr. Cairne began, "How is Rebecca doing? I was the one who found her and called the ambulance." "Becca's okay, physically. But we've had some real bad luck this week. Our grandparents were killed in a car crash yesterday, and so Becca's not in the best of spirits." "I'm sorry to hear that, Martin. It never seems to rain but it pours." "Yes, sir. Well, the real issue, though, is Becca's grades. There's no way she's going to make it here for her exams on Friday. Is there anything we can do about that?" Mr. Cairne paused for a moment, and considered. Finally, he said, "That is a tough one, Martin. As you know, grades are calculated over the break, so she can't make them up when she gets back." "Yes sir, I was aware of that. I told my parents the same thing. But, what can we do? I mean, it's not fair to Becca to give her zeros on those tests when she has a legitimate excuse, is it?" "Well, no, it's not, but I don't really see what we can do about it. I'm sorry, but the school policy on this is pretty rigid. Unless she can find a way to be here on Friday, I'm afraid that she will be getting some poor grades for the semester. But really, she's only in eighth grade, so no one will ever see these grades. It's no big deal." "Not to you, sir, but it is to her. I was hoping I would be able to bring her some good news for a change." "I can sympathize, Martin, really, but I just don't see that I have anything that I can do." "Well, sir, could you at least give me a list of her teachers, so that I can speak with them individually, and see if I can't make some arrangements with them?" "I can do that, but I don't see how it will help. They'll tell you the same thing I just have." "I'd appreciate it anyway, sir. By the way, when do the teachers actually have to have their grades in?" "The Thursday before school starts back in January. I know, it seems strange, but that's how it's done." "Okay. Thank you, sir. I appreciate you taking the time to see me." "Not a problem, Martin. And give your sister my regards. I hope she gets to feeling better. You can get a list of her teachers from Mrs. Rand." Mr. Cairne shook Martin's hand as he left the office. ----- Though Martin had hoped otherwise, he hadn't gotten a different response from any of Becca's teachers. They had all sent their best wishes, but no solutions. He had managed to get all of their telephone numbers, just in case he came up with something, but he left the school building in a very dejected mood. He was looking at his feet as he walked, which was why he didn't notice the three guys leaning against his car until he was just a few yards away. When he did look up and see the three guys standing there, his demeanor brightened. "Hey, guys! You taking to hanging around the junior high now?" Jake Morrison, Tom Nelson and Bobby Swale had all been Martin's close friends in high school. Though he had chosen to go off to college, the others had decided to stay in town. Jake was attending the local junior college, Tom was working as a stocker for Wal-Mart, and Bobby was shift-manager for a local theater. The four of them had always hung together, helped each other with school work, finding dates, etc. It was a bright spot in Martin's day to see them. Jake said, "Becca told us where you'd gone. Shitty week, man." The others nodded in agreement. "I hear you. And it ain't getting any better." He explained about the exams. "Shit. Never knew anyone who'd be upset about missing a test. So, how is Becca, anyway? I mean, she sounded a little bugged on the phone." "Well, with this whole mess, and then our grandparents... It's just been a shitty week for her, ya know? She tried to blame herself for our grandparents getting killed. I think that's still eating at her." After a little more chatting, Bobby finally brought up the issue that was bothering them all. "You find out who beat up Becca yet?" Martin's face clouded with anger. "No. And they'd better hope I don't." "You need any help man, you give us a call, okay?" "You got it, Tom. Thanks, guys." The three got into Jake's car and left, and Martin headed for home, feeling a little better that he had some support. But waiting for him at home was his little sister, who needed his support, and he'd not been able to do very much on this day. *Shit.* ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... The funeral was arranged quickly, and it was set for Thursday. It was a warm day, even for Florida. Martin was amazed by the number of people who had come down from as far as Georgia to be at the funeral. *They had a lot of friends*, he thought, trying to remember that it was not only his loss, but that many people were hurting. One of those people was his little sister. She stood beside him, holding his hand and weeping openly. He kept his face neutral, but inwardly he wanted to wail for all of the frustration he felt. The pastor droned on and on at the graveside, talking about his grandparents, how they had been "good Christian people". Though Martin didn't know one way or the other about his grandparents, he knew for certain the pastor didn't have a clue about his grandparents' beliefs. *Moron**.* He ignored the rest of the pastor's oration, instead looking around him. His parents wept openly, clearly stricken by the event. Martin wondered why he did not feel quite so upset about it all. His main emotion was anger, that all of this had to happen at once. His attention was drawn back to his sister, whose sobbing had become so great that she was actually shaking from it. He turned her to him, and she clutched at him, burying her face in his chest. She remained that way for the rest of the service, which was, thankfully, over shortly thereafter. Because many of these relatives had not seen each other in many years, it had been decided that a reception of sorts would be held after the funeral. Martin led Becca back to the car, and held her close during the ride to the church. She said nothing during the entire ride, her head resting on Martin's shoulder, her eyes closed. She allowed herself to be led inside, and then she sat in a chair, unmoving and unseeing. She didn't eat or enter into any conversation. She answered Martin's few questions with a nod of the head. Martin remained close by her side throughout the affair, trying to lend as much support to his little sister as possible. He greeted several relatives he was completely unfamiliar with, and wished for this whole mess to be done with. As the gathering was nearing an end, Martin's cousin, Tiffany, came over to them. Even dressed in black, Tiffany was a stunning girl. She was seventeen, and in her last year of high school. Her mien was somber, but she did not appear to have been crying that day. That was to be expected, for she wasn't *really* a Gallagher. Her mother had married into the family only a few years ago, and so Tiffany hadn't known Martin's grandparents all that well. She bent momentarily to speak some kind words to Becca, who only barely registered any hint that she had heard them. Then Tiffany straightened to talk to Martin. "A terrible day," she said. "A rotten week," Martin replied. "Yeah, I guess so. They say that bad things always happen in threes." "I'll keep my eyes open for that third thing, then." She smiled at his failed attempt at humor. She put her hand on his for a moment that lingered, wanting to show support, but there was more than that. Because he already thought of her as a relative, it never occurred to Martin to stop Tiffany from touching him. When he felt the warmth leaving his hand and entering hers, he knew it was far too late to do anything about it. He only hoped she would pull her hand away before it had too great an effect. She did soon pull her hand free, but she had not wanted to. Touching him had felt so pleasant, and after such a hard day she'd needed that. *But to have such thoughts at a wake!* She straightened her thinking up, and finished off her conversation with the usual pleasantries. She wandered away from him, and Martin thanked God that she appeared to be normal. ----- It was a short ride home, but it seemed to take them forever. Martin again held Becca, who was now crying quietly in his arms. As they pulled into the driveway, it was immediately evident to Martin that something was wrong, for the front door of the house was standing wide open. Before anyone else could move or say anything, Martin said to his sister, "Stay right here." He shoved open his car door, and ran for the house. His father called behind him, but it meant nothing at this point. If there had been a burglar still in the house, his life would have been forfeit. But there was not. What *was* in the house was a very big mess. And little else. As Martin looked around at the devastation, he heard the family come in behind him. The TV, the stereo, most of the furniture, it had all been stolen. What wasn't stolen was overturned, smashed, and broken. It made no sense. The dishes had been taken out of the cabinets and smashed on the floor. This was insane. Martin heard a wail, and turned to see his sister collapsing to the ground. His mother had shrieked at the sight. Martin didn't immediately go over to his sister. Instead, he went to her bedroom, where there was, thankfully, still a bed to put her on. It had no sheets or blankets, but at this point that didn't matter. Martin scooped Becca up in his arms and carried her to her bed, setting her down as gently as possible. He took off his suit coat and rolled it up for a pillow. He looked at her sleeping; her face was peaceful, yet tormented, as if even her dreams were disturbed by the real world. He turned to leave her bedroom, noting irrelevantly that his TV was gone from her room, as was most of her stuff. What wasn't gone was, like the rest of the house, completely trashed. He left the room, closing the door behind him. The look on his face was murderous, and he longed for someone on which to release his fury. ----- The police were of little help in the matter. No, no one had noticed anything unusual. No, the neighbors did not see or hear anything, but most of them were at work. No, it was unlikely the police would be able to get their heads on straight to catch the motherfuckers any time soon. Martin walked outside before he decided to punch out an officer, who was admittedly just doing his job, but was so goddamned calm about it that it only enraged Martin further. ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... The insurance company came through amazingly fast with the check, and his mother and father were out shopping the very next day for new furniture and other necessities. The night before had been very painful. Becca either sobbed or slept throughout the rest of the day. None of them said very much, and the meals were silent affairs. Martin was sitting out in the back yard, leaning against a tree watching the ducks swim in the retention pond behind their house. He looked at them, wondering what it would be like to be a duck. No grades to worry about, no one trying to steal your possessions, no one beating up on your sister (except for the odd cat which would try to eat your sister, but he didn't dwell on that). *Ah, to be a duck. Swim, eat, shit, sleep. Then do it all over again tomorrow. A nice, peaceful lifestyle.* His reverie was broken when Becca tapped him on the shoulder. He looked up to see her holding the phone. As he took it, she said, "It's Tiffany." Martin nodded, and she limped back to the house. Watching her just made Martin angry again. "Hello?" he said into the phone. "Hey, Marty. How are you doing today?" "Okay, I guess. Whatcha need?" "Humm. Look, I realize this is kind of sudden and all, but I need a favor. See, I'm chaperoning this field trip tomorrow, and the other person that was supposed to help us got the flu, and so can't do it. Is there any chance that you could fill in? We really need a third chaperone." "How old are the kids going?" "Third graders. Eight and nine years old." "Where is the field trip *to*?" "Oh, didn't I say that already? Sorry. We're going to MOSI." "Well... okay, but only because it's MOSI." "Great! Thanks a lot, Marty. We'll pick you up at seven tomorrow, okay?" "All right. Bye." As he hung up, he thought that perhaps this would be a good distraction from what had been going on in his life. He didn't really have any interest in hanging out with third graders, but he loved MOSI. The Museum of Science and Industry had been one of his favorite places since he was a kid. Spending a day there, even in the company of a bunch of screaming tykes, would be a decent way to kill time. He hopped up from his spot, the ducks all but forgotten, to go back in the house. ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... The next morning, Martin stumbled out of bed at six o'clock, grumbling that he'd just gotten used to *not* getting up with the sun. At least his parents had remembered to buy him an alarm clock, along with all the other stuff they had purchased. He dressed - in new clothes - and headed out to the kitchen after taking care of his normal morning ritual in the bathroom. He had barely finished his breakfast when he heard a horn honking outside. He hurried out the door, taking care to say good-bye to his sister before he left. He slid into the seat waiting for him, which was the first bench seat in the large van. He slid the door closed as the driver pulled off. Tiffany was sitting next to him, and it was rather tight, he thought. But, looking around, he had a question. "You need three adults for this load?" "These aren't all of them. Miss Callaway is in the second van with the other kids. The drivers don't go in with us." She leaned closer and whispered, "They don't like this field trip. They hate having to spend a Saturday on it." "Why *are* they going on a field trip during the break, anyway?" "Good science fair performance. The school is paying for everything on this trip, including you and me." Martin just nodded, and tried to settle in place. His mind wandered, as it had the past days, to the troubles besetting his family. He was so preoccupied that he didn't notice that Tiffany was making an awful lot of contact. ----- They met the second van in the parking lot of MOSI, and that's when Martin realized that what they had *really *needed was a guy. The first task, of course, was to take everyone to the restrooms, and since Martin was the only male, he got to handle all of the boys. This he did, and had them back out and waiting on the girls not too long thereafter. He marveled at how calm these kids seemed to be. He had expected a rather raucous bunch, given they were on break. Finally, the two women herded the girls out of the bathroom, and Miss Callaway looked, somewhat stunned, at Martin and his group, standing quietly waiting. The girls, with a little prompting from Martin, fell into line as well, while Miss Callaway went to make the proper arrangements with the museum staff. Tiffany came over to Martin. "What did you threaten them with?" she whispered. He looked at her for a minute, then just shrugged. "Maybe they're still sleepy." Tiffany gave him a *Yeah, right!* look, but kept her peace until Miss Callaway came back. "They have us scheduled for the IMAX theater first thing. It's a show about Niagara Falls. The entrance to the dome is..." she stalled, fumbling with her museum map. "On the second floor, up that way," Martin said, pointing. "Should we go up now, or is it a while before the show starts?" "Let's go now. The show is in fifteen minutes, and I dare say it'll take that long to get all these kids up there and settled down." Martin looked at her, and then the kids, and then did something very uncharacteristic for him. "Okay, kids, we're going to go watch a movie first thing. It's going to be under the big dome! Now, we have to walk upstairs to get to the right room. See that big skeleton up there?" Martin asked, pointing to a full-size replica of a dinosaur skeleton. "They call that guy Tyrannosaurus Rex. Why don't we all walk like T-Rex on our way to the movie theater? C'mon!" Martin led off, doing his best impression of the large carnosaur. The kids laughed and giggled, but they followed him, doing their impressions of tiny T-Rexes, as well. They were having so much fun being silly, they didn't bother to act up, and they were at the entrance to the theater before they knew it. Miss Callaway and Tiffany just followed behind, stunned at how well Martin had taken charge of the situation. It didn't take Martin long before he had the kids settled into seats. He noted there was still almost ten minutes to go before the movie started. He didn't understand the impulse that was driving him now, but he figured he'd just go with it. "Okay, guys, the movie we're going to see is about Niagara Falls. Now, Niagara Falls is the biggest waterfalls in the United States, and the second largest in the world. Almost 750,000 gallons of water *per second* go over the falls. The Horseshoe Falls, on the Canadian side, fall 170 feet. But don't let everyone tell you that the Canadian side is the most impressive: people who say that just haven't seen the American Falls from the Cave of the Winds platform. Anyway..." Martin carried on, telling the boys and girls what he knew about Niagara Falls. Even some of the other guests started listening to him, and he saw at least one flashbulb go off in his direction. It took him by surprise when the person from the museum stepped to the front to announce that the movie was about to start. As Martin slid into his seat, which was right next to Tiffany's, she leaned over and whispered, "How do you know so much about Niagara Falls?" "Been there," was his answer, and then the movie began. Martin had a hell of a time paying attention to the movie, because he began to notice that Tiffany was making contact with him as much as she could get away with. He tried to scoot to the far side of his seat, but they weren't wide enough for him to avoid her, and he didn't want to seem downright rude. He tolerated it, but worried what it might be doing to her. It spoiled the movie for him, and he was grateful when the movie ended, for it allowed him to get up from his seat, which he was certain he did too quickly, but couldn't stop himself. She didn't comment, however. "Okay, kids, let's just wait a minute, and let everyone else leave first, okay?" Martin didn't even wait for Miss Callaway to give direction. He talked to the kids as they let the other people clear the theater. One of the kids raised their hand during the discussion. Martin didn't know her name, but pointed and waited for her to ask her question. "Mr. Gallagher, you said that Niagara Falls was only the second biggest waterfall. Which one is bigger?" "Oh, you remembered that, did you?" he said warmly. "The biggest waterfalls in the world is Victoria Falls, in Africa. But Niagara Falls is easier for us to get to," he added with a chuckle. The kids laughed. As they settled down from that, he said, "Okay, the room is clear, now we can go. Be careful on the steps, and hold on to the railing." ----- The morning passed quickly, with Martin's help. The kids were fascinated by the displays, and had fun playing with the hands-on exhibits. They enjoyed all the interesting items in the museum. Miss Callaway and Tiffany felt almost unneeded as Martin kept the kids both excited and under control, leading them from one stop to the next, seeming to know exactly how long to keep them in any one spot before they would begin to lose interest, and then he would move on. Lunch had to come eventually, and so they all tromped down to the cafeteria, again doing their T-Rex impressions. The other guests at the museum found it as entertaining as the kids did, but more importantly it kept the children out of trouble. Finally, Martin sat down for lunch with the other two older persons, after making sure that each child had his or her meal and was relatively happy and settled. He immediately tore into his burger and fries, for the morning had given him a hellacious appetite. "How do you do it?" Miss Callaway asked in amazement. Martin stopped munching to respond, "Do what?" "Keep them under control like that! I can't get them to obey me on field trips except with bribery or threats!" Martin just shrugged. "I dunno. It just... happens. I don't think about it, I just sort of go with it. I've never been good with kids before. Maybe it's because I like this place." Miss Callaway was unconvinced, but was willing to let it go. Lunch passed by with little in the way of fuss, but of course there was a lot of muss, given nearly two dozen children. They took the time to clean up, and then they were off again. "Okay, guys," Martin began," here in Florida we really have to worry about hurricanes. A hurricane has winds that go faster than 75 miles per hour!" He saw the kids' eyes go a little wide at that. "That's faster than you're supposed to drive!" A chuckle. He had them eating out of the palm of his hand. "Right now, we're going to go over to the hurricane simulator. It'll show you what that kind of wind is like, so let's go!" The kids followed in their lines up the stairs and over to the location of the simulator. The kids divided into three groups, each to go with a different adult. As Miss Callaway led the first group into the glass-enclosed room, the others pressed their noses against the outside of the glass, to see what was going to happen. As the large fan at the front of the room started up, you could see the children inside clinging to their seats, and their hair was whipping around their faces. Martin had been on this "ride" enough times to actually find it a bit dull, so he was paying attention to how the kids were reacting. He saw one little girl who was actually shaking. He went over to her and knelt down. He remembered her name was Gloria. "Gloria?" he whispered, "Are you okay?" She merely nodded yes, but it wasn't very convincing. "The ride's a bit scary, huh?" She nodded again, this time with a bit more conviction. "Would you feel better if I held your hand during the ride?" Another nod, with a *lot* of conviction behind it. "Okay," Martin said. To Tiffany, he said, "Tiff, Gloria wants to ride with me, so you'll have to take one of mine." He winked at Tiffany, and she immediately got the idea. Martin didn't want to embarrass the little girl. Martin's group was next, and he led Gloria into the chamber and sat down as far away from the fan as he could get. Her hand was a claw, grasping his with the force of an eagle's talons on its prey. He squeezed her hand gently as they listened to the ride controller go through her litany, and then the fan started up. Gloria's eyes grew wide at the feel of the wind as it reached full strength. Her mouth popped open at the wonder of it, and her hand encircled Martin's even tighter. He smiled reassuringly down at her, and gave her hand another squeeze, though it was getting to the point where she was cutting off the circulation to his fingers. She calmed down a little as the wind continued, and they survived their "hurricane" together. Gloria was not the only child who staggered a bit as they left the chamber, and Tiffany led her group inside. Once they cleared the line, Martin bent down to Gloria once more. He whispered, "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" She shook her head no, and then gave him a fierce hug. He held onto her for a few seconds, and then she let go, and he stood back up. The children were all hushed, somewhat in awe of the powerful force they had just felt. ----- The afternoon passed as quickly as the morning had; the children had a blast in the hands-on museum. Soon, however, it was time for the final movie, and the group of children stomped their way to the theater. A few of them even managed a credible T-Rex roar. Martin got them all settled into their seats, and they quieted almost instantly. "Okay, this next movie is about dolphins. Who can tell me what the largest dolphin in the world is?" He waited for several beats while the kids stared at him before he answered. "Okay, the biggest dolphin in the world is called an 'orca' by the scientists. We call him a killer whale, but he's not a whale at all, he's really a dolphin." Martin kept speaking for a few more minutes before the museum worker stepped up. As Martin sat down, the lady said, "I'm not sure we need to show the movie, now." Everyone chuckled as Martin sat down, sort of embarrassed to be the center of attention. He was, of course, sitting next to Tiffany. The lady made her usual announcements, and then the movie began. Martin nearly forgot about the movie as he could not help but notice that Tiffany was leaning her head on his shoulder and had wrapped her arm around his. He could feel the warmth pouring into her, and just hoped that it didn't have what appeared to be its usual effect. She seemed, otherwise, to be normal, just that she was very affectionate. Martin did manage to get his attention to focus on the movie for a while, and before he knew it, it was over and time to go home. The normal whining from the children that Miss Callaway expected did not happen, however, as the children had played so hard all day at the museum they were ready for the ride home. After the usual potty break, they clambered back into their vans. Miss Callaway came over to Martin to say thank you. As she approached, he tensed, hoping that she wouldn't touch him. His newfound... what? Power? Talent? Martin settled on the word 'trait' to describe the warmth. Whatever it was, it was beginning to make him paranoid about people touching him. Luckily, Miss Callaway merely thanked him with words, and then climbed into the van with her kids. Martin got into the other van with Tiffany, again having to sit next to her. He was certain this was her doing, but he kept his peace about it. The ride home was uneventful, if somewhat disconcerting. Tiffany was fairly hanging off of Martin's arm by now. She rested her head on his shoulder for most of the ride home. They were the last ones to be let off the van, having dropped all the other children at their homes. Tiffany got off with Martin, explaining that her father was coming over that night anyway, and so she would just wait for him at Martin's house. As Tiffany talked with Martin's mother, he dropped in to see his sister, who was doing all right, and then he went into his room. He sat down before his as-yet-unassembled new computer, and took a deep breath. It had been a long and confusing day. He had never been good with children, and he couldn't figure out why the day had gone as smoothly as it had. He didn't have time to figure it out, however. Tiffany came into his room very shortly after he sat down, and she closed the door. He swiveled his chair toward her, figuring she wanted to talk. That's when she sat down in his lap. "Tiffany, what are you-" his sentence was cut off as her lips pressed against his. Her tongue pressed its way into his mouth, and soon her fingers were roaming his body as her tongue explored his throat, or so it felt. Quickly her hands began pulling his T-shirt out of his pants and up his chest. She broke their kiss only long enough to yank his shirt over his head and fling it into a corner. Her lips began their assault on his mouth anew as she unbuttoned her own blouse. Martin was still too startled to be much of a participant, but neither was he trying to stop her. He'd been through a lot of shit lately, and the sexual activity was feeling very good to him. Tiffany's blouse and bra went quickly, and then she pressed her bare tits into his chest, as she ground her crotch against his, feeling him harden beneath her. She slid her lips from his mouth across his cheek to his ear, and she huskily whispered, "Come on, Marty. You know you want me. I can feel your dick straining to get out of there. Fuck my brains out!" She nibbled on his earlobe as her hands snaked down to his belt and began to undo it. That was all Martin could take. He stood up and turned, nearly throwing Tiffany onto the bed. Her tits jiggled magnificently as she landed, somewhat breathless from surprise. "You want this, do you?" Martin asked as he yanked his pants and briefs together down his legs, allowing his cock to stand free from confinement. Tiffany's eyes were glued to the spot, her tongue repeatedly licking her lips in anticipation. Martin quickly undressed as Tiffany kicked off her sneakers and unzipped her jeans. She raised her hips as Martin grabbed hold of the waistband and pulled. Her jeans were tight enough to take her panties with them, and she, too, was quickly disrobed. Martin could clearly see the glistening juices already leaking from her pussy, and he wasted no time. He climbed between her legs, kneeling so that his cock was pointed right at her tight hole. One hand spread her outer lips, while the other directed his rod at her opening. The head of his cock pressed in, and she moaned softly, trying to control herself. Once he was inside, his hands moved to her hips, pulling her down onto him as he pushed in. Though she was very wet, she was also tight, and it took some time for him to make it all the way in, all the while she was moaning and mewling in pleasure. Finally, his balls rested against her, and he was fully inside. He paused as his hands moved again, up to massage her tits. Tiffany's eyes closed as his hands roamed her breasts, molding them to his liking. He pinched and twisted her nipples, and she squeaked quietly at the wonderful sensations. Then he began pounding into her. This was not a romantic lovemaking session, this was a wild fuck session. He slammed into her repeatedly, and she grunted with each thrust. He leaned down and mashed his lips to hers, their tongues dueling as their bodies coupled, each one groaning into the other's mouth as their bodies fucked together. His hands still groped her breasts, tweaking and pinching the nipples. ----- In her excitement, Tiffany had not made sure the door had latched when she closed it, and, in fact, it hadn't. It had opened slightly when the air conditioning had come back on, and the noise of their activity had floated into the hallway. Rebecca, in her room, heard some unusual noises, and got up to investigate. She approached the door quietly, not wanting to disturb whatever was going on in the room. The slightly open door gave her just enough view of what was happening to stop her dead in her tracks, and catch her breath in her throat. There was her brother and her cousin, naked as jaybirds and merrily screwing away! Rebecca was riveted to the spot. It would have taken a physical force to move her from where she was standing. Her eyes focused on the spot where her brother was entering Tiffany, and the thought came unbidden to Becca's mind: *I wonder how good that feels.* ----- After a while, Martin rolled them over, thanking God that he had a double bed. With Tiffany on top, she sat up, giving him a wonderful view of her glorious chest. As she began to move up and down on his dick, he grasped her tits again, and molested them in a most pleasant way. It was harder for them to keep quiet this way, but they tried their best, not knowing it didn't matter anymore. ----- As Becca continued to watch the carnal event, Josh, Tiffany's father, came to that part of the house to announce dinner. Due to the construction of the house, the noises of the bedroom were not audible outside the hallway, but once Josh entered the hallway, he knew immediately what was going on. He also took note of Rebecca standing at the door, watching. He noted the curve of her tight ass, and the swelling of her still-growing chest. He longed to rip off her clothes, but he knew that she belonged to someone else. He moved up to her quietly, not knowing that a small tornado would not have gotten her attention at this point. He placed his hand over her mouth, as he didn't want her to scream when he startled her. She almost panicked, but when she looked up and saw him, she relaxed. He put his finger to his lips, and she nodded. He removed his hand, and then they both watched the events inside for a few more moments. He could see his stepdaughter's pussy clamping down on his nephew's dick as she rode him. He could tell that Rebecca was staring at that sight, too. "Some day, Becca, that just might be you," he whispered. He could see her shudder, but wasn't sure what it was from. Had he known that her pussy was dripping, he would have had a better clue. "Why don't we leave them alone to finish up? Dinner's ready, so you should get washed up." Becca nodded, and they both left the hallway. ----- Back inside the room, things were really heating up. Tiffany was slamming herself down onto Martin's cock repeatedly, and they both grunted with each thrust. Martin's hips were rocking up to meet each of Tiffany's pushes. They both knew they were getting close, so Tiffany leaned down and brought her mouth to Martin's. They slowed not a whit as they kissed, and as Martin sucked her tongue, her pussy erupted in a mind-blowing orgasm. The feel of her pussy contracting on his cock sent him over the edge, and he blasted his seed into her, each of them screaming into the other's mouth, muffling the noise in a needless effort to keep their secret. ----- Josh gave the couple several minutes to finish and clean up before informing them of dinner. They thought they were behaving normally during the meal. They were the only ones who didn't know the act was unnecessary. ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---...

--===Warmth of a Touch, Chapter 6===-- Chapter 6 _ _ After Martin's success with Georgia, he was anxious to learn the rest of how to control his strange ability. Sarah, however, told him that he needed to take a week or two off, to let the new control he had settle into him. She told him to use it, if he felt the urge. He didn't think he would, but he did give in just once, with a really cute girl in his computer programming class. She had never given him the time of day, but one touch had her nearly ripping his clothes off. Martin remembered the experience with a mixture of mild shame and fondness. She had at least been nicer to him since, but the fact that he had so easily taken her and... *used* her like some kind of toy, made him worry about what he would do to others. He was sitting alone at lunch thinking about it, because Sarah was off somewhere, probably still at class. His mind was so wrapped up in his reminiscing that he didn't notice Peter and Chris sitting down until one of them asked him a question. "Huh?" he asked with a distinct lack of intelligence. "Boy, you were spaced out, weren't ya?" Chris jibed him. "I asked you where Sarah was." "Probably at class. I would have waited for her, but I was hungry." Although this was, in fact, the reason he had come to the cafeteria, he'd barely touched his food. "You and Sarah still okay?" Peter asked, meaning were they still going together. "Yeah, why?" "Well, I thought I saw one of the girls from your computer class with you the other day..." Peter saw Martin's face redden ever so slightly before he got it under control. "Oh. She, uh... just wanted to talk about a project we have to do." "Uh-huh," Peter replied, unconvinced. "So, where's your better half, anyway?" Martin asked, trying to change the subject. Peter's face fell. "Back in my room. She wasn't hungry yet." "At least you're learning to do things without her, man," Chris said. "I'll catch hell for it later. The thing is, now I know she won't eat lunch at all. That really bugs me." "Her choice, man." Martin kept his peace about it, knowing certain things, and remembering a talk he'd had with Chris the previous semester. But he couldn't do that kind of thing. Not with Sarah around. And not to forget Becca. What would *she* think of all of his playing around? Martin worried dreadfully over what Becca would think of him if she knew all the things he had done. Did she know what he'd done with Cathy Farmer? They hadn't exactly been quiet about it, even though the house was old and had very thick doors and carpeting. Martin let his friends talk around him as he sat there, half-listening, and fretting over what the people in his life who didn't know what he was would think of him. His temperament was not improved when Jennifer came to the table. Her tray had almost nothing on it, only a roll and a bit of salad. She nodded to Martin, ignored Chris altogether, and was apparently giving Peter the cold shoulder routine. "Nice you could join us," Peter said pleasantly, with no trace of sarcasm. "Somebody didn't give me much choice," she muttered darkly. *Why does she have to be like that all the time?* Martin wondered. She had even treated her family that way while he was there. If Monica and her mother had not assured him that Jennifer was like that all the time, he would begin to wonder if it was him that was the problem. Conversation lagged with Jennifer at the table. Only a few comments were made, and those were about school. Jennifer said nothing, only grunting or nodding in response to remarks aimed in her direction. She picked at her food, barely eating any of it at all, and her presence soured the mood at the table for everyone else. It did, however, have the curious effect of letting Martin's hunger be satisfied. Without any conversation, and with his own nasty thoughts side-tracked by thinking about why Jen was such a bitch, his stomach managed to coax him to put some food in it. He looked down to notice in surprise that he had actually eaten his entire lunch. He immediately got up from the table. He didn't want to be in this atmosphere any longer than necessary. He said good-bye to the guys, and then he made a point to turn to Jen. He said, very politely, "See ya later, Jen." She looked up at him for a moment, her countenance a measuring one. Then she let loose the very faintest of smiles, really just a twinge of the lips, and nodded at him. So, it wasn't him after all. That's always nice to know. ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... Martin had taken to spending at least two nights a week with Lianna. He didn't have her as a teacher anymore, and so he had to make a special effort to see her. The look on her face that always greeted him made nearly any amount of effort worth it. And the time they spent together... Martin was coming back one morning from one of his visits when he saw Peter walking back and forth outside the dorm in a short-sleeved shirt and pants. Since it was below forty degrees, Martin wondered what the hell his friend was doing. "Hey, Pete," Martin said as he walked up. "What are you doing out here?" "She locked me out of my own room! My keys are in there with her!" "Well, just get the RA to open the door." "He's not home right now, dammit!" "Well, why the hell are you standing out here in the fucking cold?" "Because I don't want to look like a dweeb standing in front of my door banging on it." Martin chuckled, but only for a moment so as not to offend his friend. "C'mon. You can wait for the RA in my room." "How long you been standing out there?" Martin asked as he opened his door. "About a half an hour. Hey, I didn't see you leave. When did you get up?" "Uh... early. Around six, I guess it was. Needed to do something." Martin tried to keep his voice even, and failed, but Peter let it go. He was hardly in the mood to wonder over his friend's odd behavior just now. "Yeah, well, it must be nice not having a roommate, but I wish mine would get back from his fucking class so I could get in! I've already missed Calc." "Pete, when are you going to give her the heave-ho?" Peter hung his head in shame. His friends had been telling him to dump the girl for four months now. "I just can't seem to do it, Marty. Something about her... it's like she's got me bewitched or something. I don't know." "Hmph. Well, for starters, don't ever leave your room without your keys from now on!" Martin said with a laugh, to lighten the mood. It went over like a lead balloon. "Look, Pete, we all do stupid things. You live, and you learn." "Yeah, I guess. Hey, Joe!" Peter yelled, spotting his roommate going past the door. "Wait up!" Turning to Martin, he said, "Talk to you later, dude." "See ya." ----- Martin did, in fact, see his friend later. Jen was once more hanging off his arm, and Peter was very nearly fawning over her. As Martin looked on, his anger grew. Pete was a nice guy, but naive. Jen was taking advantage of his lack of experience in order to manipulate him. It was killing both of their chances of success at NMSS. Martin glared at them both from where he stood. Just then, Sarah happened to walk up. Seeing where Marty was looking, she said, "I thought you were going to break the two of them up?" "Yeah, well, Pete doesn't seem to be able to break away. And I don't know anybody I could encourage to lure her away from him." "You could take her, you know," Sarah said, watching his reaction very closely. She got the expected shocked reaction. "C'mon, Marty, I've seen the way you look at her when you're not pissed off. You want in her pants as bad as any guy who's met her." "Sarah, I can't just go around enslaving people for kicks." "Why not?" she asked sincerely. "Sarah! That's..." he had almost said "wrong", but how did that equate now? His father and uncle had damned near told him to play around... "That's what, Marty?" "How is that fair to you?" he finally asked. "Or to Lianna? Or to Becca? Am I supposed to just keep collecting women, forgetting about the past?" "No, of course not, Marty. But you have to realize that, over the course of your life, you will probably have a couple dozen slaves. Your father does, your uncle does. They don't live with their slaves, because it wouldn't look proper to the rest of the world, but I'm sure you noticed the women hanging around the house." Martin nodded. He had, in fact, noticed them, and noticed how attractive they all were. Back when he didn't know about the warmth, he thought it meant his father was into something illegal. Now he understood what it really meant. Martin took some time to absorb this information. "Look," Sarah continued, "I'm going to be here for you regardless of what you do. But if you try to deny yourself the use of your abilities, then first, I'll never be able to teach you all of how it works, and second, you'll never be completely happy with your life. The warmth gives much, but it also demands a little. One of the things it demands is use." "You mean, I have to use it, whether I want to or not." "No. I mean that if you force it down, so that it never gets used, it will make you miserable. It's like... like a great pianist selling his piano and never touching it again. It's like a great writer never putting words on paper anymore. You can live like that, but would you really want to?" "No... I guess not." "Right. So, when you see a girl as attractive as she is, and you want her, then you take her. Of course, you know how to take her temporarily, versus permanently, right?" "Yeah, Uncle Josh said something about... er..." "Giving a blowjob," Sarah said, and then blushed herself. It wasn't the kind of talk they normally engaged in. "Yeah. So, remember, if you really want to *keep* a woman, just make her go down on you, and she will never, ever want another man. But, if you just screw her for a night, eventually she'll get over you and move on. And, later on, I'll teach you how you can remove the warmth from the temporaries, so they'll get over you faster. It can make life easier." "So, if I... took... Jen... even if it were permanent... you wouldn't care?" "Of course I'd *care*, Marty. I'd be happy for you, because it's what you want, and that's what I'm here to help you achieve." She leaned against him and kissed him on the lips, softly and kindly. When they broke the kiss, she looked at her watch. "Oh, shit. I'm going to be late for class. I'll see you later, Marty!" She hustled off toward the social sciences building, leaving Martin standing there trying to decide what he felt, and what he thought, and most importantly, what he should do about both. ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... Martin figured it was because she wanted to take his mind off his worries, but for whatever reason, Sarah had chosen the following night to begin the next phase of his warmth training. "Okay, now you know how to ramp *up* your power, what we have to teach you now is much harder. I'm going to try to show you how to lessen it, and then even to eliminate it, so that you don't affect everyone you touch anymore." "Okay, good. What do we do?" "It's a lot like the last time. Except this time, instead of trying to make the liquid bubble, you want to make it contract... maybe even freeze. There are a couple of different ways to stop the warmth from flowing. Tonight we'll start with the easiest of these. I want you to build a wall around your warmth lake, so that if the warmth overflows, it's contained by the wall." "Okay..." "Let's begin." They assumed their usual position, his hands on top of hers, their eyes closed. Martin could feel the warmth bubbling already. He quickly built a wall around the lake of liquid warmth. His wall was at least twenty feet high, in his mind's eye. But it wasn't enough. The warmth bubbled and spewed, and soon overflowed the wall. He tried to build the wall higher in his mind, but the warmth just kept coming. After about five minutes, he broke off contact in frustration. "Argh!" he muttered. Sarah rested her hands on his shoulders. "Hey, you didn't get the first part right on the first night, either, remember? Don't expect this to be so easy. Just go with it. Anyway, that's enough for tonight. You're drenched, and you need a shower. Go home." She gave him a good-night kiss before she shoved him out the door. ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... They practiced and practiced, but Martin just could not seem to master the ability to lessen the warmth, let alone stop it altogether. He wondered why all of their exercises were aimed at stopping the warmth, and had asked Sarah about it. She told him that it was easier to control the flow of the warmth once he'd mastered the ability to stop it in its tracks. He didn't know if he believed that, but she was the teacher. Weeks went by as he practiced with her. He was getting better: it took longer and longer for him to be overwhelmed by the warmth. The problem was that his current results weren't useful in real life, because they took his entire concentration. Sarah assured him that it would come, eventually, but he was upset with himself. The very first lesson had not taken this long to master. ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... School work was Martin's only refuge from his failures at controlling the warmth, and he dove into his with a passion. Lianna helped him with his second-semester calculus, and Sarah helped him with anything else, and his second semester was going along smoothly. At least academically. Not everyone was quite so lucky. Peter and Jen were both failing every one of their classes. Martin was at lunch when Peter joined him. There were bags under his eyes, and he looked like he hadn't slept in days. "Shit, Pete, you look like death on a cracker. What the hell's with you lately?" "Spending all my time between trying to study, and keeping Jen happy. There are only so many hours in the day, ya know?" "Peter, why can't you get rid of that bitch? She's dragging you down with her, you know that." "I know, I know. I just... can't, okay? If she could just get it through her head somehow that we aren't right for each other, that would be cool, but I just can't seem to be tough on her." Martin knew it was his friend's own insecurities that were forcing him to cling as strongly to Jen as she was to him. Martin also knew that, if something wasn't done, neither Jen nor Peter would be back in the fall. "Pete, look, you've *got* to get her away from you. She needs... hell, I don't know what she needs, but *you* need to find a way to get rid of her." "Hey, Marty, you don't think I've tried? I've even thought of fixing her up with someone else, but she won't even consider the notion of going out with anyone else." *Hmm. Guess it's a good thing Chris and I never went that far with it, then.* Martin wondered if he could offer his services to Peter at this point. He had to be careful how he phrased things. An email from his uncle had confirmed his suspicion that he shouldn't go around blabbing about the family secret. His next words were chosen with great care. "Pete, next week is Spring Break. Where are you going?" "Home." "And where is *she* going?" "Home, I guess. To her family, I mean." "That makes sense. They said they'd pick me up to take me to Albuquerque so I can catch my plane. I'll be driving back, though. My dad bought me a new car." "Cool! But, what's your point?" "I just wanted to make sure you guys weren't spending the break together, too." "No, my parents'd have a cow if I brought a girl home." "I imagine. Look... how badly do you want to get rid of her?" "Marty, I'm flunking every class! If I don't get out from under, I'm out of here at the end of the semester. I'd do just about anything at this point that doesn't involve me trying to tell her to leave me alone again. That didn't work so well last time." "I remember. Okay... um... what if I could guarantee that she'd leave you alone for the rest of the semester, but you can't ask me how, why, or any other questions about what's happened?" "You're not gonna kill her, are you?" he asked jokingly. "No. As a matter of fact, you'll still see her a lot, but she won't have any interest in you at all. May not even speak to you very much." "That's cool with me. What do I have to do?" "We'll wait until after Spring Break. I have my reasons. But, as soon as we all get back, this is what I want you to do..." ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... Martin's reason for waiting arrived four days later. He was riding with the Sarentos up to Albuquerque to catch his plane. Mrs. Sarento had informed him that she had to attend a science expo being held at the college, because she was a teacher and the head of her department. Monica had convinced her mother to let her come along, so they could go to a magic show being performed at the school auditorium. It was another of the school's "cultural activities", though Martin wondered how much culture a magic show would bring. He didn't mind if it allowed him to see Monica for a while. He walked into the cafeteria for lunch, because it was the last time it would be open until Spring Break was over. Apparently the cooking staff was as eager to get to vacation as everyone else, because the meal was hardly worth eating. He opted to make himself a sandwich from the cold food bar. He sat down at a table alone, and looked around. The cafeteria was nearly empty, only a few stragglers remaining. The dorms would remain open through the break, and some students weren't leaving. They were the die-hards, or the people who simply didn't feel like going home, or couldn't afford to. He felt for them, but figured they'd at least have a quiet campus for their vacation. It took him a minute to realize that Jen and her family were eating lunch at the table next to him. He hadn't bothered to look for anyone before sitting down, but he thought he should have at least recognized his slave from five feet away. *Of course, I was thinking about my warmth lesson when I sat down.* In the last five weeks, Martin had made almost no progress in stopping the warmth from flowing. It was really irritating him. "Marty, you're welcome to sit with us, if you like," Mrs. Sarento called, snapping him out of his reverie. He shook his head, and then got up to join them. He set his food at the empty spot, between Monica and Jen. Mrs. Sarento smiled at him. "Hello again," she said, extending her hand. Now, Martin was in a little bit of a dilemma. If he shook her hand, the warmth would affect her. Although Katie Sarento was a very attractive woman, he wasn't sure he wanted to do that. But he had to do something, and quickly, before she started to stare at him. He kept trying to decide whether he should try to fight the warmth or not. He knew it would be tough to stay focused on both shaking her hand, and controlling the warmth... In the end, it was his mind's confusion that did it. He reached out and grasped her hand, and, with his mind unfocused on anything at all, the warmth did not flow. For the briefest of moments, he had managed to keep it wholly under control. He released her hand, and sat down. The smile on his face had little to do with those at the table. "So, Marty, how has your semester been going?" Katie asked. "Oh, it's had its ups and downs. But all in all, it's going pretty well." "That's good. We were just talking about the expo. There's some pretty interesting exhibits there." "Oh yeah, where?" Monica said. "Monica, you're the one who said you wanted to come." "To see the magic show. This science stuff is boring." "Well, Jen and I are going, and I can't just leave you to wander about alone. So you're pretty much stuck." This was the point in the conversation where one of them had to take a risk. It was best if Monica did it: it would look more innocent that way. "I could stay with Marty. He could show me around campus, maybe we could play pool or something." They both held their breath, waiting for Mrs. Sarento's answer. "I don't know... I don't want to be any trouble for you, Marty. Would you mind?" "Not really. Nothing to do around here right now, anyway. It'd be nice to have some company." "Well, okay. I guess that'll work out, then. Um... how will we find each other?" "You mentioned the magic show. I'd planned on going myself, so we could meet there, if that's okay." "You sure you want to put up with her for six hours?" Jen asked. Her mother shot her a look, and Monica stuck out her tongue. "I'll manage," Martin replied. "Great. It's settled then. Happy now, Monica?" Monica beamed her a smile in response. ----- Martin purposely ate his lunch slowly, which was infuriating to Monica. He wanted the other two to leave first, that way they wouldn't ask where he was taking her. Jen and her mother chatted for a while, making sure to include Martin at least a little in their conversation. Finally, Katie looked at her watch. "Ooh, I guess we'd better get back there." "Okay. I want to take a look at that laser exhibit." "Me, too. You sure you'll be okay, Monica?" "Don't worry about me, Mom. I'll see you at the magic show." "Alright, dear. Thank you, Marty, for helping out." "No problem, Mrs. Sarento. See you tonight." ----- It didn't take long, after the other two left, for Monica to cajole Martin into taking her back to his room. "But didn't you want to play pool?" he asked mischievously, knowing damned well that she could not have cared less. "The only thing I want to play is *doctor*!" she hissed in his ear. They walked quickly to his dorm room, and locked the door. Martin had barely turned around before Monica was on him, pressing her lips fiercely to his, her tongue demanding entrance. He granted it, and they remained there, leaned against the door, for some time, their tongues dancing and his hands caressing her back. Finally, Martin broke their kiss. "Go sit on the bed," he said. She quickly complied without a word, waiting for her master's further instructions. Martin removed his shoes and socks, and then pulled off his shirt. He could see the lust in Monica's eyes as he peeled off each article of clothing. He quickly undid and wriggled out of his jeans. He now stood before her in just his underwear. These, too, left his body, and then he was nude. Monica inhaled sharply at seeing his naked body. She so longed to reach out and embrace him, to take him to her, but she had been ordered to sit on the bed, and so could not do as she liked. But Martin knew her wants and desires. He lay down on the bed, stretched out for her to see. He motioned to her, and she came immediately to him, lying beside him and kissing his cheek and neck. "Why don't you see if my little friend would like some attention?" he told her. She quickly moved down his body, kissing as she went. It wasn't long before she reached his cock, and just looking at it made her wet. Her tongue slipped out and lightly licked at it, feeling its hardness, and making it glisten. She licked his entire length, until she had coated it all. Then, she moved her lips to the very tip of his dick. She pursed her lips, kissing the very top of his cock. Then, slowly, she let her mouth sink down onto him, her lips parting only enough to let his shaft in, keeping full, sensuous contact the entire time. Martin groaned. Slowly and tenderly, Monica embraced her master's cock with her mouth. Her tongue slipped wetly along the underside of his shaft, and her teeth scraped ever so lightly against him. She could feel him shudder in pleasure, and that made her even more aroused. Meanwhile, the warmth flooded into her brain, reinforcing the commands she had already bowed to. Martin was very much enjoying his slave's mouth, but felt he should be reciprocating in some way. He reached out and caressed her ass, which was barely within his reach. She quickly moved it closer, so that he could fondle it properly. When she was fully in his reach, her mouth still sliding on his pole, he pulled her over top of him, so they were in a sixty-nine position. The only problem with this was that she was still fully dressed. Martin had never realized just how hard it was to undo someone else's pants, especially from such an awkward position. Monica still had the presence of mind to reach down and undo them for him, but she quickly returned her hands to his cock, where they were caressing the shaft below her mouth. He took hold of the waistband of her jeans, and worked them off her hips. She lifted each knee to let him pull the garment off her. This would all have been easier if he'd just made her stop, but he wasn't about to do that. Her blouse was next, and thankfully it was a button-up garment. He undid each button, and then pulled it off her. She was wearing standard undergarments. He figured she didn't own anything racy. He reached around and undid her bra clasp, and it fell loose. She quickly snatched the garment off her arms, tossing it across the room. Martin fondled her tits, lightly pinching her nipples as he kneaded the flesh. She moaned on his cock, sending shivers up his spine. Finally, he started to pull off her panties. Again, they were serviceable white cotton, but there was a distinct wet patch on them. They repeated their dance to get her panties off, and now Martin was looking up at the tender folds of her pussy. He gazed at her, noticing her clit just peeking out of its hood, her outer lips parted in anticipation of him, her inner flesh flushed and ready. Martin grabbed her hips and pulled downward. She accommodated him by sliding her knees back, and his tongue swiftly made contact with her pussy lips. She moaned on his cock again. He slipped his tongue softly against her folds, pushing them open and seeking out her hole. When he found it, he thrust his tongue in as far as he could. He moved it in small, quick thrusts, making her hips move down at him, seeking further contact. Monica was in heaven, with her master pleasuring her cunt. She was determined to give him just as much satisfaction. Her mouth moved faster on his dick, her lips and tongue working together to bring him to the ultimate arousal. His hips began to buck up at her mouth, trying to force himself further down her throat. She welcomed it. Martin could sense he was close to coming. His hips moved of their own accord, fucking Monica's mouth in a frenzy. He moved his tongue out of her tight little hole and toward her clit. He flicked his tongue across her clit, and she moaned on his cock. The vibrations sent shivers along his body, and it was all he could take. He came in her mouth, spurting his cum down her throat. She swallowed all of it, sucking until the last drop was released from his dick. Although Martin had paused in his licking while he was climaxing, he returned to it with a vigor as soon as he was done. While Monica cleaned off his cock with her tongue, he used his own to lap at her clit, finally sucking it into his mouth. She was soon writhing above him, her hips thrusting down at his face. He alternated long, slow licks of her pussy with a furious sucking of her clit. When he added a finger up her cunt, and twisted it, she went wild, thrashing above him and crying out in ecstasy. Her pussy flooded his face with her juices, and he lapped at them through her orgasm, causing her to ride even higher the wave of pleasure. Monica finally descended from her peak, and she laid her head against Martin's leg, her hand caressing his semi-rigid dick. He continued to lick and nuzzle her pussy, though not so adamantly as before. She was still highly aroused, and he was keeping her that way, both with his actions, and with the warmth, which she had grown so used to feeling that it felt unnatural when it was *not* present. Her ministrations on his dick were beginning to take effect, and Martin was once again beginning to rise to the occasion. She noted this, and began to lick his shaft again, her one free hand fondling his balls. She continued this until he was fully hard, and then she stopped. She moved off of him, and looked to him for instructions. He hadn't told her to fuck him. He motioned her to him, and she lay next to him, kissing him, and then licking off her juices from his face. They shared her juices in a deep kiss, as he lifted her body on top of him. He reached down and placed his cock at her hole. With his hands on her hips, he pushed her down onto him. She moaned in his mouth as he began to fill her pussy. He slid all the way in, taking his time in a long, slow stroke, but finally he was fully encased in her cunt. They broke the kiss, and he asked, "You're not a virgin?" She shook her head. She would have cried if she'd sensed any disappointment in his voice, but it was merely a question of curiosity. "I've done it one other time, with a guy I never saw again. He was a jerk, and it wasn't much fun for me." "Well," Martin said, and took hold of her, rolling them over so he was on top. "By the time I'm done, you'll forget all about him." She smiled up at him, and then he began to stroke into her, moving his dick out in a long, slow movement, and then ramming back into her with all his might. Her eyes opened wide the first time he did this, and she let out a loud, "Oh!". Soon, her pleasure overcame her surprise, and her moans and cries filled the room. Martin continued to ram into her, moving faster and faster as he went. She was quickly approaching another orgasm, and he wanted her to reach that peak. He moved his hands from her hips to her tits, and he fondled her breasts, tweaking her nipples as he fucked her. She was crying out almost continuously now, and soon she let out a piercing scream of pleasure as her body went rigid in orgasm. Martin continued to fuck her throughout her orgasm, plunging into her time and time again, prolonging her pleasure. It was a good thing the building was empty, or he would certainly have some explaining to do. Monica continued to writhe beneath him, her orgasm subsiding slowly as he continued to ram into her. When she had fully recovered her senses from her climax, he withdrew from her. The look of loss on her face was touching, but he knew they weren't done. He rolled her over and had her get on her hands and knees. He pressed back into her, not going slowly, for she was already well lubed. He pounded her pussy, and reached around to grasp her swinging tits. Her head swung from side to side in pleasure, her blonde tresses flying about. Her grunts echoed off the walls, and the wet slap of his balls hitting her cunt drove Martin nearer to his own orgasm. But Monica would get there first. She flung her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream of bliss. Her body went rigid in her third orgasm of the afternoon. Martin continued to thrust, until finally she collapsed onto the bed, nearly unconscious from the pleasure she had been put through. Martin stopped his thrusting, and lifted his slave into his arms. He sat back on the bed, leaning against the wall, holding his lover to him. Her head lolled back against his shoulder until she regained coherence. "You didn't come, Master!" she said in some worry. "Oh, don't worry, Monica. We've still got..." he checked his clock on the nightstand, "Four more hours." She smiled at him knowingly, and snuggled into him, his cock still buried in her pussy, still hard and ready to fuck her more. ----- The two of them managed to make it to the magic show on time only because Martin had worn himself, and Monica, out. They took the time to clean up, and make themselves presentable, and they talked for a while as they walked over to the auditorium. Martin had to make sure that she understood certain things about their relationship, all of which she accepted as the normal course of events between herself and her master. They met Katie and Jen outside the auditorium, and they went in together. He sat next to Monica, but they couldn't even hold hands with so many people around, especially her family. They both thoroughly enjoyed the show, however, and Martin was glad he came, even though the reason for coming had been a complete subterfuge to fool Katie and Jen. *Fooling Jen will not be necessary much longer, though,* he thought to himself as they walked out of the show. The three ladies said good-night to Martin. They were staying at a local hotel, and would pick him up the next morning for the trip to Albuquerque. He walked home, but before he got to his dorm, he remembered something he needed to discuss with Sarah. He turned and went to her dorm. When he knocked on the door, he didn't get a response. *Strange, she said she was staying here through the break...* He knocked again, just to make sure. Then he heard a voice from down the hall. "Hey, Marty. I'm over here." She was walking toward him in a thin, light green robe. She was fully covered, including a towel wrapped around her head, but she was incredibly sexy. Even after the afternoon he'd just had. "Just taking a shower. What's up?" He took her in his arms and kissed her, without any prelude. She kissed him back warmly, a bit surprised, but liking it nonetheless. Finally, he broke off the kiss. She leaned against the wall for a second. "Wow! What did I do to deserve that?" she asked, a little breathlessly. "You look like that," he replied, gesturing. Then he added seriously, "I needed to ask you something about... you know. Can we talk inside?" "Okay." She opened the door and let him in. They went and sat on the bed. "What is it?" "I finally managed to stop the warmth... but... the way I did it doesn't go along with what you've been trying to show me. Actually, I wasn't actually *trying* to do it at the time. I was trying to decide whether or not I wanted to try to do it. Did that make any sense?" She giggled. "A little. So, how did you do it?" "Well, see, anytime I feel the warmth flowing now, a part of my mind watches the lake of fiery liquid, you know?" She nodded, and he continued. "Well, what I noticed this time was that I *wasn't* looking at the lake. In my mind, I had turned my back on it while I was considering what to do." "Okay. Let's try an experiment, then." They got into their training posture, and settled. "All right, now we can feel the warmth flowing. Is your attention on the lake?" "Yes." "Good. Now, in your mind, turn your back on the lake and walk a few steps away." He did, and immediately, the warmth ceased to flow from him. They could both tell instantly that the experiment had worked. "Okay, Marty," she said quickly, "*do not* turn back yet. I want you to do something first. I want you to build, in your mind, a huge dome. I want you to make the dome big enough to cover the lake entirely. Let me know when you've done that." After a few seconds, Marty said, "Okay. Big dome, sitting on the ground." "Okay, now I want you to pick up the dome and then turn around. Don't worry about controlling the warmth when you do." "Gotcha." She felt the warmth return to her hands as a tingle. "Okay, now put the dome over the top of the lake, so that you can't see the lake at all anymore." It was only a second or two before she felt the warmth go away again. "Good, Marty, good. Now, I want you to build a gate into your dome. Make it so that the gate slides, rather than swings. This way, you can make the opening of the gate as big as you need it, or as small as you need it." It took a couple of minutes for Martin to get his mental picture of this right. He had to decide how big the gate should be in the first place, and once he did that, he had to make it so that it slid. He finally settled this image into place. "Okay, I think I've got it." "Good. Now, I want you to open the gate, just a crack. Not a lot, just let the warmth trickle out." She felt it start, but the strength kept growing. "Too much, Marty." "Hard to control this thing," he said, gritting his teeth. "I know. Don't fight with it. Go ahead and close it again." She felt the warmth cut off, and it didn't return. She pulled her hands away from his, and they opened their eyes. He was bathed in sweat from the final effort. She smiled at him encouragingly. "You did good. This last part can be tricky. But at least you can now cut it off completely, if you want to." "So, I've got Off, On, and Turbo," he said jokingly. They both laughed heartily. "Right!" she replied. "And the only way you'll gain control of the gate is to practice with it." "Ugh," he groaned melodramatically. "More practice." "Yes," she said sardonically, "I* know* how much you must *hate* practicing." He moved to her side, and kissed her. He put one hand behind her, and another on her waist. "I'd rather practice with you, Sarah." She didn't push him away, but neither would she let him advance. "Once you master the control of the gate, there's only one lesson left. I want you worse than you want me, but those are the rules of the game. Now, would you hurry up and learn this shit?" she asked, her voice husky. He slid his hand up to her breast, and she didn't stop him, only because she knew he would respect her limits. He kissed her again, deeply. Finally, he broke off and said, "I'll do my best, coach. I guess I should let you get to bed." He looked longingly at her for a moment, and then he said, "I'll see you in a little over a week." She brought her mouth to his one last time. "I look forward to it," she whispered in his ear. ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... The trip to the airport was quiet. Monica couldn't be too overt with her mother and sister in the car, but she feigned sleep, and leaned over against Martin. Martin, whose arm had been across the top of the seat anyway, leaned against her, and his arm eventually slid down onto her shoulder. When Katie Sarento looked in her rear-view mirror and saw them, she merely smiled at how cute they looked. Arriving at the airport, they dropped off Martin, but couldn't stay to wait for his plane. He shook Mrs. Sarento's hand again, and once again kept the warmth from her. He had thought about trying to open the gate, but he thought of it too late, and didn't have a chance to do so. They waved good-bye as they climbed back into their car and drove away. He turned and went into the airport to find his flight. He made it through security and all of the other necessary checkpoints for flying, and sat down to wait for his plane. He thought about all that had happened in the last two months, what with learning how to use the warmth, and all the time he'd spent with Lianna, learning calculus, and other things. He had made sure to explain to Lianna what was happening, and, in fact, had made arrangements for her to meet him in Tallahassee. Long drives were boring, and having company on the way back would be more pleasant. Especially when that company was Lianna Preston. With these thoughts in his head, Martin sat and waited for them to call his flight. ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---...

--===Warmth of a Touch, Chapter 12===-- Chapter 12 "Caitlyn!" Martin yelled. He beamed a smile at her as she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. "What are you do-" he attempted to ask, but Caitlyn's lips got in the way of the rest of the question. It took only a moment before Martin was fully into the kiss, and his tongue crept out to caress Caitlyn's lips. She parted her lips to allow his tongue access, but it found that it had to tango with her tongue when it entered. Martin gladly allowed the dance to begin. As they continued kissing, Martin turned. Caitlyn went with him, remaining pressed against him, her lips locked to his. When she was fully inside the room, Martin closed and locked the door. He pushed her back against the wall, and they continued to kiss while Martin's hands rubbed across her sides and then reached down to grasp her ass through her jeans. Caitlyn moaned into his mouth and pressed herself more tightly against him, letting him know she highly approved of his actions. Martin continued to massage Caitlyn's ass while she did something he couldn't fathom between them. After a few moments, he realized that she had been unbuttoning her blouse, which she now yanked off her shoulders and down her arms. He moved his hands to allow it to fall to the floor, and then slid his fingers along her back, causing her to squirm slightly. He reached the clasp on her bra, and unfastened it. Once it was unhooked, she broke their kiss, and pushed him away from her. Martin watched eagerly as Caitlyn let the bra slip further and further away from her body, revealing her ample and luscious tits to his view. He took a deep breath when he saw her large, pale areolas slip into view. He nearly tore his own shirt, yanking it off over his head, and then he moved back to her. Their mouths immediately re-engaged, but now he could feel her working at his jeans, trying to get them undone. His hands roamed her back, caressing the skin there, while his feet worked to force his shoes off. He managed to get the second one off just as Caitlyn got his jeans unzipped. As soon as his pants were unfastened, Caitlyn pushed and shoved them almost roughly off his hips until they fell to the floor. Once again, she gently pushed him away from her own body, and before he could protest, she was attacking her own jeans. It was mere seconds before they were undone and joined his on the floor. He had not noticed when she'd removed her own shoes. She was about to take hold of her panties when Martin stopped her. Kneeling, Martin gingerly grasped the waistband of Caitlyn's underwear, and began to slowly peel them off her body. It took only a few seconds before they were clear of her hips, and he allowed them to slip to the floor as his hands caressed her hips and the backs of her legs. Caitlyn leaned against the wall, reveling in the feel of his hands on her body. As Martin finally stood up, he placed light kisses all over Caitlyn's body. He paused and repeatedly kissed her breasts, focusing on her nipples, before continuing on his way. When his lips finally made it to her mouth, she grabbed hold of him and drew him forcibly to her. He maneuvered her out of the pile of clothing at her feet, and together they stumbled over to the bed. As the pair collapsed onto the bed, they barely noticed, and certainly did not interrupt their kissing. They rolled back and forth, first Caitlyn on top, then Martin, then back again. They were already lost in their lust. When the kiss finally ended, Martin was looking down at Caitlyn with a warm and affectionate smile. She looked up at him, her deep green eyes welcoming him to do what he pleased. Martin placed his finger lightly on Caitlyn's chin, causing her to giggle. Slowly, he ran that finger down her neck, and across her chest. Caitlyn began to squirm as Martin carefully navigated between her breasts, slowly drifting further south. His finger made three circles around her navel, before he allowed it to continue its journey, and that drove Caitlyn wild. As his finger entered the lush patch of pubic hair on Caitlyn's body, she moaned. He allowed his finger to drift to one side, moving down her left leg. He pushed, very gently, with his finger, and Caitlyn got the idea, moving that leg with his direction. When he was satisfied, he repeated the maneuver with her right leg, until her legs were parted wide enough to give him plenty of room. Martin shifted himself until he was gazing down at Caitlyn's swollen and waiting pussy lips. He bent over, and allowed his tongue to slip out, gliding over her pussy, and pressing in to find her inner lips. Caitlyn groaned as he continued to probe her most private areas. He allowed his tongue to slide upward, trying to tease her clit out from under its hood, and his middle finger slipped into her cunt, pushing in relentlessly as Caitlyn writhed beneath him. Caitlyn was moaning constantly as Martin's agile tongue finally coaxed her clit out from hiding. He put his lips against her clit, and began to suck while his middle finger started to move rapidly in and out of her pussy. Caitlyn immediately exploded, crying out in orgasm and drenching Martin's hand and chin in her juices. She bucked and twisted on the bed, lost in a sea of pleasure. Martin held on for the ride, continuing to suck her clit as his finger persisted in fucking her through her orgasm, which lasted for quite some time before she finally began to come down. As Caitlyn attempted to regain her breath, Martin removed his hand and mouth from her pussy, and he slid up on the bed beside her. He wrapped his arms around her, not saying anything, but just being there with her. In only a minute or so, Caitlyn turned to him with a look he didn't quite understand. "If you think I'm letting you off that easy," she said, still somewhat breathlessly, "you've got another thing coming! Come to think of it," she said now, "you haven't, yet, and I'm going to make damned sure you do!" Caitlyn sat up, and straddled Martin, facing his feet. She reached down and began to pull and tug at his briefs. He lifted his hips to help her remove the offending garment, and it wasn't long before she finally had it off. She looked down at his erect dick with a hungry gleam in her eyes, and she licked her lips in anticipation of what was coming. Scooting forward on the bed, Caitlyn raised herself up as her hand reached down to gently grasp Martin's cock. She held it in position as she lowered herself onto him, a sigh leaving her mouth as the head of his dick entered her dripping cunt. She wiggled and circled her hips as she allowed her legs to continue lowering her onto his prick. She didn't relax at all until he was fully buried inside of her, and she could feel his curly pubic hair tickling her pussy lips. Caitlyn didn't wait long before she began to move above him. Martin, meanwhile, reached up and began to caress her sides. He couldn't quite reach her breasts, but he massaged her back and sides, then reached down to fondle her ass as she rode him. She moaned in pleasure, both at the fucking he was giving her, and the feel of his hands on her. Martin got tired of not being able to reach his lover, and so he pushed himself upward just a little. Caitlyn could sense what he was doing, and their coupling paused momentarily as he made some arrangements with pillows and such. Once he was ready, he pulled her backward. She shifted her legs out from under her, and allowed herself to lean all the way back against him. She used her feet against the bed to continue their screwing, and now Martin was fondling her tits, letting his fingers trace patterns over her sensitive skin. Caitlyn could feel Martin's body tensing in preparation for his climax, and the very idea of it drove her right to the edge of her own next orgasm. She slammed herself even harder against him, and she felt his fingers twist her nipples. She cried out with the joy of it, and her cunt rippled along his shaft. That final pleasure was more than Martin could take, and he slammed his hips upward, ramming his dick fully inside of Caitlyn before exploding within her. His cock spasmed repeatedly, pumping his cum deep inside of her. Caitlyn's orgasm exploded within her at the first feel of his climax. She screamed and wriggled on top of him for long moments as he grunted and jerked beneath her. The pair held on for dear life as their orgasms washed over them, threatening to throw them off the bed. Finally, the intense pleasure subsided, and the couple descended from their heights. Martin's cock slipped out of Caitlyn's pussy as she slid off him to the side. Immediately, she turned to him, and he embraced her. She rested her head on his chest, and there they remained for long moments without saying a word. After what had just happened, what, really, needed saying? ----- "I hope you don't say hello to *everyone* who opens a door to you like that," Martin said with a chuckle, some time later. The two were still lying together, completely nude, on his bed. "Only cute guys who save my life," she said, drawing little circles on his chest with her soft fingers. "I missed you." "I missed you, too," he said with heartfelt meaning. "I'm glad you're here... but I'm kind of confused about *why* you're here... Aren't you going to miss the first day of school?" "Nope," she said with a smile. She turned slightly, and rested her hands together on his chest, her chin resting then on her hands. "I transferred here." "You... *what*?" She shrugged. "I got tired of listening to my family harping on what I was doing, so I decided it was time for a change. The best place I could think of to come was someplace where I'd have at least one friend... Besides, as I said, I missed you." Martin was stunned. He hadn't grasped the depth of feeling she'd had for him, and was a little nonplussed about the whole thing. Caitlyn decided to put the issue to rest, for the moment, by leaning up to kiss him. This he gladly accepted, running his hand softly across her lower back in return. They continued to kiss for a long moment, until the phone rang. "Stupid thing," Martin grumbled as Caitlyn sat back to let him answer it. He lifted the instrument, lying back against the pillows before he said, "Hello?" "Marty? You okay?" "Oh, hi, Sarah. Yeah, I'm fine. What's up?" "Well, you sound a little... uh... out of it. You sure you're okay?" "Yes, Sis, I'm fine. I'm just... a little tired," he answered, trying not to laugh as Caitlyn giggled. "Oh. Okay, well, sorry to bother you, but you kind of need to get over here. There's a problem with Rachel." "Okay. I'll be there in a few minutes." "See ya." Martin hung up the phone, but wasn't eager to get up. He looked over at Caitlyn and said, "That was my sister. Apparently there's some trouble at my local home. I should really go deal with it." "I'll go with you," she offered, and got a smile in return. "Just one thing, Marty?" "Yeah?" "Could you call me Cat from now on?" "I suppose... but why?" "My family has been very insistent about calling me Caitlyn ever since I was born. Caitlyn sounds so stuffy and grandmotherish. If I'm going to change, I should do it now, before you introduce me to all your friends." Martin smiled and nodded. "That makes sense. Okay... um..." "What?" "Well, I don't know if it was intentional or not, Miss Walker, but yes, you are certainly beautiful enough to be a model..." Caitlyn blushed crimson. "I really didn't think about that." "*Sure* you didn't," he said, kissing her to mute her argument. "C'mon, we have to get dressed, you Cat Walker, you." ----- The drive over to Katie's home was short and quiet. This was good, because Martin had the feeling that what was going on inside the house would be neither of those things. He didn't worry about how they'd receive Cat, though. None of them had ever objected to the new girls. He led Cat up to the door and walked in without much in the way of warning. He didn't immediately spot anyone, but he could hear noises from the back room, and a conversation in the living room. He headed for the latter. "...I'm sure Marty can handle her, though. Oh! Marty! Rachel's in her room, with Sarah... who's this?" Katie asked in a running stream of conversation. He could tell she was upset over the whole Rachel problem. Apparently today was going to be one of Rachel's bad days. As Sarah walked in, Martin said, "Guys, this is Cat. I met her during my trip to the Grand Canyon. She's just transferred here from Salt Lake. Um... while I handle Rachel, why don't you guys introduce yourselves or something?" Turning to Cat, he said, "I may be a while. Make yourself comfortable." "Sure." Martin studiously ignored the look that Sarah gave him on his way back to Rachel's bedroom. He was switching gears in his mind, trying to get into the mindset necessary to help Rachel through her current problem. The room was a disaster area. It was obvious that she'd gone a little berserk, and she'd apparently needed to be restrained, if the condition of the bedclothes was any indicator. Right now she was sitting on the bed, curled up into a ball. Martin took a deep breath before entering, but then walked over and sat on the bed. He could tell that, though Rachel was staring straight ahead, she had not seen him. Her body tensed as she felt his weight on the bed. Martin wrapped his arm around Rachel's shoulder, and he pulled her to him. She immediately felt the warmth flooding her body. Up until that moment, she'd been shivering because her body was so very cold. The warmth filled in that space, allowing her shivers to be eliminated. Martin sat back, pulling her with him, and she came mostly willingly. Her body was tight and tense from her hours-long ordeal. It was the third such attack she'd had since going off the drugs. She kept her body tight, trying to stay as warm as she could, but she didn't resist her master. Martin stroked her hair as he whispered softly to her, trying to soothe her nerves. He held on to Rachel tightly, letting her know he was here, and that she was safe. He was proud that she was trying so hard, though days like today worried him. He wondered if she'd ever get past the addiction that he was trying to save her from. After some time, he looked up to see that Sarah and Cat were looking in on them. He nodded to acknowledge their presence, but he didn't speak, because he didn't want to distract Rachel, who was only now begin to loosen up a little bit. He heard the other girls whispering to each other, but he paid no attention to the conversation. "What happened to her?" Cat asked Sarah quietly. "She was a druggie, and a prostitute. Marty's trying to save her." "What happened? I mean, why her? There's lots of women like that out there..." Sarah pointed to a picture on the hallway wall. "That's Rebecca, our little sister." The resemblance was overwhelmingly obvious. Cat turned back and said, "Ah." The pair decided to leave the couple alone, and go back to the living room to talk some more. ----- It was a couple more hours before Rachel was relaxed enough to stretch out next to her master. She felt immensely bad about having taken up his entire day like this. "I'm so sorry, Master. I couldn't help myself." He could tell that she was on the verge of crying. He squeezed her more tightly, and rubbed her arm. "I know that. It's not your fault. This is just part of the process of getting you better. I'm proud of you for trying so hard," he told her, letting her have something good to hold on to. "You're being a good girl," he said. He couldn't bring himself to call her a good *slave*, though the meaning got through anyhow. She smiled weakly up at him. Martin pulled her to him, and kissed her. She kissed back, eagerly, wanting to feel him against her in any way she could get. The kiss lasted for nearly a minute, and Rachel's smile was quite a bit stronger when they parted. He smiled back at her. "You're doing good, Rachel. But you've got to keep trying. We're about halfway there. You *will* make it. I have faith in you." He could see the look that engendered in her, and was pleased to make her feel better about herself. He hoped her condition would improve soon; he didn't have enough energy to deal with everything at home *and* school. After a few more minutes of lying together, Martin helped Rachel get up. She really needed to use the restroom, and was sweaty enough to require a shower. He kissed her, briefly, one more time before letting her go. He headed out to the living room while she collected things for her shower. "How is she?" Katie asked nervously. It was Katie's main task to look after Rachel, and today's attack had scared her. "I think she's going to be okay. I gather it got pretty bad?" "She was tearing into everything in her room. Weird that she won't touch anything outside of her room." Martin shrugged and shook his head. "Who knows what goes through her mind at times like that. She seems to be okay now. She's gonna take a shower." "I'd be okay if you held *me* for three hours, too," Monica quipped from behind him. She'd been in the kitchen getting a snack. He reached out and grabbed her, giving her a welcome kiss and a tight hug. "Yeah, but it's more than just cuddling you usually want!" Jen teased. Monica stuck her tongue out at her. "Like you don't!" she shot back playfully. Jen feigned innocence, and the room laughed. It was typical for them to try to ease the tension in this way after dealing with Rachel. Martin was glad they were able to help him settle down from the stress of taking care of her. "So, are we all acquainted now?" he asked, referring to Cat. "More or less," Sarah said. He was quite aware of the underlying meaning in Sarah's gaze, which said, *We *will* talk later*. He let it slide for now. It wasn't something he felt like dealing with. "Good... what's to eat? I'm hungry." ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... The next day found Martin and Cat having lunch in the cafeteria together. Cat had yet to make it back to her dorm room since she'd arrived at Martin's door the previous afternoon. They'd spent the entire evening together, and had slept in Martin's bed at the Sarento house. He'd been showing her around campus all morning, to help her get the lay of the land, and just to be with her, of course. For her part, Cat just loved being with someone who treated her as a person, rather than as a slave. She had watched carefully the way Martin had treated the other girls the previous night, and was shocked to see just how much consideration he gave their feelings, opinions, and desires. When she had learned that he had taken Katie Sarento only because her daughters had *asked* him to, she had been floored. The very notion of someone asking to make another a slave... she had talked to the girls privately, and that conversation had resulted in a greater understanding of Martin, and a deeper desire to be with him. As they munched away at their food, Martin asked, "Say, I was thinking that tomorrow we could go out together... you know, on an actual date-like thing." Cat chuckled at his choice of words. "Ooh, a date-like thing! We haven't done that before! What did you have in mind?" "Well, I've shown you the campus, but you haven't seen the rest of Rio Lobos. There are some special spots here that you really should see... but they're best seen with a close friend." "Mmmm," she purred. "Do I qualify as a close friend?" "You get any closer, and they'll have to separate us surgically," he said seriously. "I'd love to see the town with you," she assured him. He smiled at her, and then, to subdue the overly emotional turn the conversation had suddenly taken, he asked, "So, do you have your class schedule yet?" Cat smiled. She had unintentionally made him uncomfortable, but he was cute when he was blushing, she decided. His statement concerning their closeness had been very special to her, but she wouldn't press the situation. "Yeah, it was in my mailbox this morning." She dug it out of her purse and handed it to him. Martin looked down the list. Most of her professors, he didn't know, because they weren't in his areas of interest. One certain professor, though... "You have Dr. Preston for Calc I." "Yeah... is that bad? Tough teacher?" "Hmm," Martin said noncommittally. "I think I'd better take you to meet Dr. Preston. You keep saying you're going to have trouble with Calculus. Better to get a head start on that problem." "Okay... thanks." After they finished lunch, Martin led Cat over to the Math and Sciences building. She noticed that he seemed to know exactly where he was going when he walked in, and that he didn't even look around for Dr. Preston's office, but went right to it. Martin knocked on the door. "Come in," a voice said. Cat had her first hint when she realized that Dr. Preston was a woman. Martin entered the room, and walked over to Lianna. When Cat came in the room, she closed the door, having some idea of what kind of conversation this was going to be. The easiest way for Martin to give Lianna the message about who Cat was, was for him to simply lean down and kiss her. When he did this, she kissed back passionately, losing track of where she was and who was around her. At that moment, all she knew was that her master was kissing her. Martin pulled her up from her chair, and she immediately pressed herself against him. They stayed like that for a long moment before Martin gently, and reluctantly, pulled her away from him. "Thank you, Master," Lianna whispered very quietly. "I needed that." Martin smiled at her. "Lianna, I wanted you to meet one of your new students. This is Cat. I think I mentioned her to you... we met at the Grand Canyon. She's transferred here this semester." There was a knowing look in Lianna's eyes, and Cat suddenly felt the evaluative gaze of the older woman. Their eyes met, and there was a communication that passed between them that took no words. "You two are... together?" Lianna asked delicately. "Yes," Martin replied. "Welcome," Lianna said to Cat, who nodded with a smile. She felt uncertain of just what was happening, but was willing to let Martin lead. "How do you like Rio Lobos so far?" Lianna asked. "I haven't seen very much of the city. Marty offered to show me around tomorrow." Lianna nodded. "You should take her to The Garden," Lianna told Marty. There was a special meaning to that, though Cat didn't understand. "I had intended to. Listen, Lianna, remember the trouble I had first semester with Calculus?" "It would be impossible for me to forget Ma....um, Marty." Martin chuckled at her almost-slip. "You don't have to fake it around her," he said, indicating Cat. "She knows. Anyway, Cat believes she's going to have as much trouble as I did. Do you think you can help her?" "Anything at all for you, Master," Lianna said, relieved at being able to address him properly. Cat took note of the relief on Lianna's face, and was surprised by it, but said nothing. "Good. I don't want her to get all stressed out over it like I did... of course, relieving the stress was fun..." Lianna blushed crimson at that remark. Martin leaned over and whispered, "And I think that there will be some stress building up next week that you need to help me relieve, too." Lianna's blush grew even deeper, but she also smiled widely. Martin gave her a hug and a quick kiss, but then stepped away from her. "I don't want to take up too much of your day. I just wanted to make sure you guys knew each other... uh... 'fully' before any misunderstandings happened." Lianna nodded far more knowingly than Cat did. She still could not fully forgive herself for her indiscretion over Christmas break. Her master had seemingly forgiven her entirely, though his remark meant that he still worried about her, and that both warmed her heart, and stung her, because she wasn't supposed to cause her master concerns. She was supposed to remove concerns from his life. "I guess I'll see you on Monday, Dr. Preston..." Cat said. "Please, when we're alone, you can call me Lianna. Any good friend of Martin's... well, I'd like to think is a good friend of mine." "Okay, great... Lianna... Maybe we can talk some, later." "I'd like that." "C'mon, Cat. She obviously has work to do... and I think I'm distracting her." Lianna smiled at him as they left. He gave her a final wave and a wink before he closed the door, and Lianna was still distracted for a long time after he left. ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... Cat had needed to settle in, and so Martin dropped her off at her dorm room. He noted that her roommate had not shown up yet. That was not entirely unusual, and he figured whoever it was would arrive later that afternoon. He had told Cat that he would see her in the morning. Now, here he was, standing outside her door. For some reason, he didn't feel as nervous with Cat as he had with Sarah. He thought perhaps he was getting overconfident, and then realized it probably had more to do with the fact that it was fairly obvious that she wanted to be with him. People don't move hundreds of miles for the fun of it - at least, not usually. He knocked on the door, and waited. He wasn't surprised by the wait; he'd had to wait almost every time he'd gone to pick up a girl. This time, he was a little surprised by why he'd had to wait. "Karen!" Martin said. He tried not to look her up and down too obviously, but she was wearing a half-closed robe, and it didn't look like she had on very much under it. He remembered her from last semester. Karen had been in Martin's computer class. They had been together just once. He noted now the blush on her face. "Hey, Marty," she said softly. "Sorry, I just got up, and Cat's in the bathroom. C'mon in." "Is she decent?" he asked, not moving. "You tell me," Karen shot back good-naturedly with a womanly smile. Martin blushed. He stepped in so she could close the door, and went to sit in a chair to wait for Cat. Karen knocked on the bathroom door to let her know that she had company. Martin felt awkward. He had not spent any further time with Karen after their one fling, which had been part of his training exercises last Spring. She didn't seem to regret the experience, but neither had she made any attempt to follow up. He figured that was okay, and was glad that someone was acting more or less normally around him. His thoughts were interrupted when the door to the bathroom opened. Cat stepped out wearing a loose, light green blouse, and tight jeans. She smiled when she saw him, and twirled. "How do I look?" "Fantastic," he said, entirely meaning it. He didn't know how she could make such ordinary clothes look so stunning, but she did. He stood up, and walked to her. She put her arms around him, and they kissed. His hands slid around to her lower back, pulling her against him gently. They stayed that way until they heard an 'ahem' from behind them. "If you two keep doing that in here, I'm going to get jealous... so could you, like, get going or something?" Cat giggled at her, and turned to Marty. "So, where are we off to?" "We'll start out with Rio Lobos's favorite green spot, The Garden." "Cool. Let's go." ----- When the couple arrived at The Garden and got out, Cat said, "Mm, first time I've gotten to ride in your little green rocket... you don't drive like a Mustang owner." "Not with you in the car, I don't," he replied, and then blushed. She thought his blush was cute, and the sentiment was very endearing. She put her arm through his and laid her head on his shoulder. He smiled down at her, but then extricated his arm from her grasp. She almost frowned, until he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. She relaxed, slipping her arm around his waist, and then they walked into the park. 'Park', however, was such an understatement of the work that continually went into this place. There was an entire crew of city employees whose jobs were contained entirely within the park perimeter. Although The Garden was covered in grass, almost no one walked on it. Wide cobblestone paths were constructed to allow people to amble through the park. Fountains and birdbaths were numerous, and it was the wildlife that provided the action in this setting. Martin walked with Cat until they were roughly in the middle of The Garden, picked a bench amidst several empty ones, and sat down. She immediately scooted over until she was pressed as tightly against him as she could, and leaned her head on his shoulder again. Martin wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and they remained like that, just being quiet together, for a long moment. "So, what does your family think of your coming here?" Martin asked softly. Cat shrugged. "Beats me. I didn't tell them I was coming here." "You *what*?" he asked, startled. "I left a note telling them that I was tired of their crap, and that I was going somewhere else. I didn't say where... and I never told them where you were from. So, they have no idea where I am right now." "Cat..." "That's how I needed it to be, Marty. If they knew where I was, they'd have *already* been here to force me to come back home." "Nobody's going to force you to do anything while I can stop it. You're an adult now, and you get to make your own decisions." "They would reject the very concept of it," she replied. "Maybe. But the Rio Lobos Police Department wouldn't." "You'd call the cops on them?" Cat asked, sitting back in surprise and looking him in the face. "No, I'd beat the crap out of them. But I'd tell the cops I was preventing you from being kidnapped by your family in order to keep myself out of jail." He smiled at her, and his eyes conveyed the truth of his statement. She leaned in, and pulled his head down so that she could kiss him. They kept their kiss gentle, since they were in public, but no one was around them to be offended, so they did let it stretch for quite some time. Finally, Cat pulled back and looked him in the eye again. "No one's ever stood up for me like that." "I gathered. I don't mean to run down your family, Cat, but they're a bunch of assholes." "Go ahead and run them down... well, rent a car; no point in spoiling the Mustang." Martin laughed at her joke, and embraced her again. The two sat for a little bit, but then they got up to wander around the park some more. "This is a wonderful place," she said after a while. "Yeah. They spend a lot of money on this place, but they actually voted to do this, which is why no one complains. They pay an extra tax for this park." "I think it's worth it." "I do, too, but I don't have to pay the tax," he said with a smile. ----- The couple walked out of the park and down a street to get lunch from a small diner. When they entered and sat down, they hadn't paid any real attention to the other people in the restaurant. Apparently, their waitress was busy enough that she didn't pay any attention to who her customers were, either. "Good afternoon, folks. Today's special is lasagna. Are you ready to order yet?" The spiel was so obviously repeated a hundred times a day. Martin, trying to rattle this person into paying attention said, "Miss Sanders, I thought I hired you for a much better position than *this*." He winked at Cat, who tried not to giggle. The waitress blinked hard, and then paid more attention. "Marty!" Without thinking, she leaned over and gave him a hug. "Geez, I'm sorry. Your mind sort of zonks out when you work here for too long." "I see that. Georgia, this is Cat. She's new in town, and attending the school. Cat, this is Georgia. She's an old friend from school." They both politely exchanged greetings, and then Georgia said, "Are you guys ready to order?" "I am," Cat said. "I'll just have a burger, well done, with fries and a Sprite. And I've got to go make a pit-stop, so I'll be right back." Martin watched as Cat wiggled out of the booth, and made her way back to the restroom. Martin motioned Georgia to sit for a minute. "I thought you were going home." "I did. Things... didn't work out there. My parents are pretty upset with my lack of performance. So, I figured, until I could figure out what I wanted to do, I'd just get myself a job somewhere. I didn't want to live in the same rat-hole town my parents live in, so... I came back here." Martin sensed that she wasn't giving him the whole story, but then, he had no reason to expect her to; they weren't all that close. He nodded. "Well, gee, I guess our little good-bye party wasn't necessary, then. Fun," he added quickly, "but unnecessary." He watched her blush at the comment. "Marty, I..." she couldn't really put her thought into words, and he waved it off. "So, Cat's your new girlfriend?" "Something like that," he said, uncomfortable about the issue of girlfriends. "I met her while I was on vacation." "And she decided to move here? Wow." "You're telling me. I..." his voice trailed off as he saw Cat coming out of the bathroom. He nodded in that direction, and Georgia got the message. She stood up and smiled at him. "Let me guess... you want what she's having?" "Well, except I want root beer instead of Sprite..." "I'll go get your orders," Georgia said with a chuckle, and walked away just as Cat returned to the table and sat down. "Just how good a friend *is* she?" Cat asked. Martin detected no jealousy, but he still worried over it. "Well, mainly we were just friends... but Sarah did make me use her a couple of times during training... and when I thought that she was going home permanently, we did spend one more night together. I do like her quite a bit." "I can tell. She likes you, too." Martin shrugged, not really knowing how to respond to that. ----- Lunch passed uneventfully for the couple, as they discussed school and what Cat should expect for her first semester at NMSS. Eventually, they had to get up to leave. Cat made no comment, and tried not to laugh, at the size of the tip Martin left their waitress. They walked out of the diner with a wave to Georgia, who smiled back, but didn't say anything. Martin and Cat walked back toward the park, and then they noticed that the horse and carriage was out. Normally, the horses weren't allowed out during the middle of the day because of the heat, but today was a fairly cool day, and so the carriage drivers were out plying their trade. "You want to take a ride around the city? It's a nice way to see the sights..." "I'd love to." Martin helped her up into the carriage, and then climbed in himself. He told the driver, "We want to see all the historic places in Rio Lobos." "Yes, sir," the driver replied, and urged the horses into motion. Martin sat back and put his arm around Cat, and the two relaxed together as they were carried around the city in comfort. ----- The carriage ride took a good portion of their afternoon. It had also cost Martin a pretty penny, but he didn't care. This wasn't something he did every day, so it didn't bother him. By the time they finished the ride, and wound up back at The Garden, it was nearly four o'clock in the afternoon. The elderly, retired man who had been their driver had given them a good tour, and had been a source of information about the city, as well. Martin tipped the man beyond the cost of the ride, which hadn't been excessive, given the length of the trip. The couple now discussed what they should do. They wandered through the park, thinking about it for a while. Oddly, they ended up on the bridge looking down at the fish in the river. "What's between you and my new roommate?" Cat asked. Martin blushed. "Another training encounter," he said, not wanting to elaborate on it. "She doesn't like you?" "Oh, I think we get along okay, now..." "Hmmm. Well, tell you what, we've had a long day so far. Why don't we just go back to your place and relax?" Martin nodded. "Sounds like a plan." ----- When the couple arrived at Martin's room, Cat slumped down onto the sofa. She was clearly already in a relaxed state. "You want a soda?" he asked. She nodded, and he grabbed two out of his small fridge. He sank down beside her, and handed hers to her. He popped his open before he wrapped his arm around her, but then he pulled her in close, wanting to feel her near him. She came readily. "So... have I met all of your girls... at least the ones that live here?" she asked. "I...*think* so. There were a couple of other girls, like Karen, that were just part of my training, but they're not really important." "Hmmm. Is that what you say about me to them?" she asked mischievously. Martin wasn't sure how to tell her that under no circumstances would he tell anyone she was unimportant. He hugged her more tightly and said, "No." Cat smiled to herself, and snuggled up to him, pulling her legs up on the couch. There, the two rested for a long time, just talking about nothing in particular, and enjoying the company. It had been, and was, a good day. ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... Martin and Cat had ended up spending the night together, and had also spent a good chunk of Sunday just lounging about getting to know each other. Finally, Cat decided she should spend some time getting to know her roommate. Martin walked her back to her dorm room, giving her a good-bye kiss at the door. Karen rolled her eyes theatrically at the two, but they ignored her. The next day was school registration, which meant that they both had a lot of running around to do. For the most part, they tried to do it together, but there were times they had to be separated, as they had different tasks to accomplish at the same time. Ultimately, by five o'clock that afternoon, they'd finished, which had been a bigger job for Cat, since she was a transfer student. They were walking back to her dorm room now. "Thanks for all your help, Marty. I didn't want to have to face this alone." "Never happen, Cat," he said, stifling a yawn. Cat looked at him with a warm smile. "I wore you out today, didn't I?" "Only mentally. I'm okay, but registration always does this to me." "Oh. Well, why don't you go home and relax? Better yet, why don't you go to your *other* home and relax?" she said with a smile. "Personally, I'm bushed." Which explained why she would suggest he ask someone else to help him relax. He kissed her softly and smiled. "Okay, that sounds like a good idea. I'll see you tomorrow at lunch?" "Count on it." They kissed good-bye, and then they parted. Martin walked out to his car and slid behind the wheel. *She's right. What I need is something to perk me up, really.* Martin made his way across town to - as Cat had called it - his *other* home. Monica was in the front yard tending to some flowers when he pulled up. She stood as he got out of the car. Two seconds later they were kissing, and she had wrapped her body around his. "Geez, Monica, I know I haven't been around for a couple of days, but... wow!" Monica giggled, aware that she was behaving like a kid, but not caring. "I missed you," she explained unnecessarily. "I see that. When you have to resort to playing with the flowers..." he said, teasing. Monica swatted him. "You know I like working in the flower garden!" He kissed her again in contrition, and she gave in, melting against him as they walked into the house. That act caused a flurry of activity, in that every female in the house came to him all at once. Well, *almost* every female... "Where's your mom?" Martin asked Jen. "She just stepped into the shower, she said she was going to take a nice long one, to relax. You know, it seems like we never run out of hot water here." "You don't. It's not a normal tanked system. It's one of the things that made your mom buy the house." Thinking about why Katie had moved down here made him realize that he'd not been spending enough time with her at all. She was as needy as the others, but somehow he overlooked her too easily. "Everything okay here?' he asked Sarah "Yeah, no problems. Even Rachel's been having a fairly easy time of it." "Good. Since there's nothing wrong, I'm going to go... say 'hi' to Katie." The girls giggled, knowing exactly what *that* meant. ----- When Martin entered the bathroom, it was clear that Katie was already immersed in her shower. He could hear her softly humming to herself as the water splashed over her body. He undressed quickly as he watched her form through the frosted glass. She hadn't noticed his shadow outside of the shower, so he figured she was probably pretty engrossed in her thoughts. He didn't think he could open the shower door without her noticing, though. He turned out to be wrong, however. As he closed the shower door behind himself, he realized that Katie had not turned to look at him, and she was not acknowledging his presence at all. Since that was highly unlike her, he figured she still thought she was alone. *Well, we'll fix that...* Martin softly placed his hands on Katie's waist, allowing the warmth to flow at an elevated level from his hands into her body. Whatever shock she might have felt was overshadowed by the wonderful feelings her body was experiencing. Of course, she immediately knew who was in the shower with her now; only one person could ever make her feel that good. "Hello, Marty," she said softly. She'd finally gotten used to calling him by his name, and he was glad, because it felt weird to have someone older than him addressing him as 'Master'. Even with Lianna, it bugged him occasionally, but Lianna acted so much the child in his presence that he was able to overlook it. Not Katie, however. Katie was all woman, and that was just fine with Martin. "Hi, Katie," he said, running his hands around to her abdomen and pulling her gently back against him. "How are you doing today?" "Up until now, it was okay. Just now it got a hell of a lot better." He caressed her sensually, moving his fingers gently across her skin, and she moaned. "I realized that I hadn't spent much time with you in the last week or so," Martin said by way of explanation, "and figured I'd fix that." "It's okay, Marty. I know I'm not as beautiful as the other girls." "The hell you're not," Martin said with passion. "You are every bit as beautiful as your daughters, and the other girls. You're just not as aggressive in asking for my time. I *want* to take care of you, Katie... but there's only one of me, and I can't know everything I'm supposed to know." Katie turned herself around in his embrace, and she kissed him warmly. "It's okay, Marty. Truth be told, you try harder to make me happy than my husband used to." Martin noted only a wistful sadness when she referred to him, and he thought that was okay. "And I'm *not* as young as those girls, and so I don't need you quite as often as they do. Of course, if we get into how often I *want* you..." She kissed him again, pressing her body fully against his. She could feel his erect cock trapped between them, and she wanted it trapped somewhere else. Martin knew what she wanted, and by the time she'd gotten done kissing him, it was exactly what he wanted, too. He let his hands slip down onto her ass, pulling her even more strongly against his body. He pressed his tongue into her mouth, and their tongues began to wrestle as his hands continued to knead her ass, arousing her even further. After a few moments, Martin began to grow frustrated with this posture. It was far too difficult for them to have sex this way, and so he pushed away from her gently. He thought for a moment, and then the obvious hit him. The shower they were in was equipped with a built-in bench, and so he sat down on it. He motioned Katie to himself, and she came readily, but seemed unclear about how to proceed. He gingerly took hold of her hips and turned her to face away from himself, and then began to slowly pull her backward into his lap. Katie, getting the idea, reached down to take his prick in hand. She kept it positioned so that as she sat down, his cock sunk deep into her wet and willing pussy. She sighed as she finally came to rest in his lap, and immediately leaned back against Martin. Martin's hands moved up to fondle and stroke Katie's tits, his fingers sliding inward until they found her nipples. Once they did, he began to tweak and twist her nipples in his fingers, rolling them gently and causing Katie to moan softly. Katie could remain like this all night, and the warmth was enough to keep her fully aroused throughout, but she knew it was her job to get her master off, and she didn't think he wanted to stay like this for hours. Slowly, she began to rock herself back and forth, moving ever so slightly on his cock. The small movements began to ramp up her own arousal, and she used her legs to help her move more aggressively on his prick. Martin, meanwhile, continued to pleasantly assault Katie's nipples. He pulled them taut, and he felt her body shiver when he did. He didn't want her to go too fast; he wanted this to be a slow, pleasant session, and so he pulled her back against him again, forcing her to slow down. He used his own hips to keep the friction up, but he was in no hurry for this to end. Katie realized that she had misread his mood, and so decided to let him lead, as she knew he was more than capable of doing. She moaned out again as she felt her body tingling, and with her entire back pressed against him, the warmth was passing into her through half her body, and it was an almost overwhelming sensation. She could feel Martin's dick moving in small strokes in and out of her pussy, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. She was aware of her heat rising, of her body's beginning ascent to the heights of bliss, and she welcomed it. Martin could feel the changes in his partner's body, and he continued his movements, allowing her to ride the wave to its crest, and he held on for the ride as she groaned loudly and came. Her body shivered strongly in orgasm, and her cries filled the small chamber. When Katie began to descend from her peak, she settled back against Martin again. He returned to his small movements, keeping himself fully aroused as he waited for Katie to catch her breath. Katie was having a hard time catching her breath because Martin was still arousing her so strongly. She could feel her pussy begin to tingle, already eager for its next orgasm. Katie worried, though, that Martin's legs would get tired or worse, go to sleep. She lifted herself off his lap, and turned around, crooking her finger in a 'come here' motion, with a wanton smile on her face. When he got up and came to her, she wrapped her slender arms around him, and kissed him hotly, her tongue plunging into his mouth. She let her hands roam down to his ass, squeezing and kneading his butt until she felt she was really ready for more. Martin almost protested when Katie pulled away from him, but he realized what she was doing when she stepped over and put her hands on the edge of the bench. This raised her ass nicely into the air, and presented her pussy in all its glory as she spread her legs apart. It was more than clear what she was inviting him to do. Martin stepped in behind her, and slipped his dick into her waiting cunt. He grunted as Katie used her pussy muscles to squeeze his dick and pull him deeper. Martin began to thrust in slow, deep strokes, allowing her to feel his entire length with each movement. Katie moaned in contentment, enjoying the feel of him within her again. For his part, Martin was aware of how close he had come to his own orgasm before she had stopped. He knew he wouldn't last too much longer, but he wanted to give her one more climax before they were through. He started to move in shorter, faster strokes, keeping their coupling loving, but driving them both toward completion. Katie began to moan more strongly, pushing her hips back at her lover. Martin rested his hands on her hips, using them for leverage and occasionally caressing her ass with one or the other. She was in ecstasy as he massaged her body not only with his hands, but with the warmth that flowed in waves over her consciousness. It felt almost as if he was pulsing it into her, and that drove her wilder than the steady stream of it ever had. She began to thrust back harder, urging him to go faster, and he did, pushing deeper into her. Soon their moans and cries filled the entire bathroom and could be clearly heard in the hallway, though no one stopped to listen. Their bodies moved in unison, driving each other toward the cliff. As Martin reached down to once again fondle Katie's breasts, she plunged off the cliff, and her consciousness was falling into the warm, lusty feelings of orgasm and Martin's warmth. Her pussy began to ripple along his shaft, squeezing, almost milking him. It had the desired effect, and Martin came, hard. He shoved himself deep into her and blasted his cum deep into her womb, letting out a growl of passion as he did so. The pair bucked against each other for a solid half-minute, and it was several more minutes before they settled down enough to regain their senses. They parted reluctantly, Martin's cock slipping out of her warm sheath slowly. Katie turned and embraced Martin again, kissing him more tenderly this time. "I'll wash your back if you wash mine," she said after their kissing stopped. "Are you sure that's safe?" he asked. "You think we can control ourselves long enough to get clean?" He grinned, and she chuckled. "I think we can chance it. You may be irresistible, but I'm not sure I have enough energy left for you." She kissed him again. "Well, you may not be eighteen anymore, but you're still one hot woman," Martin assured her. "And I love you." ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---...

--===Warmth of a Touch, Chapter 5===-- Chapter 5 Martin wasn't sure whether or not he was glad to be heading back to New Mexico. He'd just opened up a new chapter in his relationship with his sister, and he wanted to explore it some more, but on the other hand, he was still concerned that Stan Marsk would try to finger Martin for beating the crap out of him. His sister had told him, when he woke up that morning, that she had loved every second of it, and that she couldn't wait until he came home for another vacation. They kissed and snuggled before they both had to get up, and she had to rush off to school, saying good-bye to her brother with a kiss and a hug before darting out to the school bus. His parents had sensed the change between the siblings, but neither had said anything to him during their trip to the airport. They'd sat with him at the gate until boarding, and then said their good-byes. His father told him to "take care", with a wink, so Martin knew he was talking about the warmth. And, sitting here on the airplane, thinking about the warmth, he was reminded that Monica waited for him in Albuquerque. He wasn't nearly as fearful of that encounter now, since he knew what was going on with her. He was concerned, though, that she was now his "slave", and he knew of no way to get her out of that position. After a half-hour of worrying, he decided he'd just have to take things as they came. For the remainder of the flight, Martin considered all the things that had happened over his vacation. He had gained only a marginal amount of control over the warmth, realizing that the longer a woman was exposed to it, the stronger her reaction was. He'd used this to good effect on Becca's teachers, but he wondered what the long-term effects would be. And, of course, there was Cathy Farmer. She had told him to look her up when he was back in town, and he really wasn't sure whether he should do that or not. He sat back and decided not to worry about it: it would be months before he was back in Florida, anyway. She'd probably forget about him by then. ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... Martin was riding with Peter and Jen back to school. He tried to ignore the lovebirds in the front seat as he watched the trees roll by. He kind of wished he had his own girlfriend along, but he didn't have what anyone would call a "girlfriend". He thought back to Monica, and the rather upset look on her face as he'd left. In the two days he'd stayed at the Sarento house, they had not had any time alone together. So, his slave still had not served her Master in the way she most wanted to. He understood her frustration: he'd gotten used to regular influxes of sex, and having her so near without being able to take advantage of it had made him just a little anxious. He dozed along the way, not really interested in the scenery or the conversation up front. Before he even realized it, they were back in Rio Lobos, back to school. They dropped Marty off at the dorm, before Peter drove Jen to her dorm. Martin didn't figure that Peter would be back any time in the next couple of hours. Martin walked into the dorm whistling a tune, in high spirits, looking forward to the semester. He turned the corner toward his room, and nearly ran into Sarah. He backed off quickly, before he touched her, but it took a second for his heart to restart. "Sarah! What are you doing here?" "Marty, you need to come with me. Dr. Preston's in the hospital. She tried to commit suicide." "What? Why?" "I don't know." Actually, she knew perfectly well why, but she didn't want Marty to know, just yet, how involved in his life she was. "Shit," said Marty, slumping against the wall, his good mood forgotten. "Okay, let me just toss my bag in my room. Can you take me up to the hospital?" He'd already forgotten that she'd told him to come with her. "Yeah," she replied. "Marty, I'll be here as much as you need me to get through this." "Thanks, Sarah." Marty hurriedly unlocked his room, threw his bag on the bed, and locked the door again. He and Sarah walked quickly to her car. Nothing was said on the way to the hospital. ----- Marty walked quickly in the hospital doors while Sarah parked the car. He went to the reception desk, where he saw a cute girl answering phones. She looked up and smiled at him. "Can I help you?" "What room is Lianna Preston in?" He spelled the name for her as she began to type at her terminal. "She's in... room 205. That's on the second floor. Sir? Are you a relative?" "I'm... her boyfriend." "Oh. I should warn you, she's on suicide watch, so she's restrained." "What's her medical condition?" "She's listed as stable." "Thank you. When do visiting hours end?" "At five PM." "Okay, thanks." By this time, Sarah had come in from parking the car, and they walked together to the elevator, and went upstairs. Sarah walked with him to find the right room, and then left him to go sit in the waiting area. Martin stared at the door for a minute, knowing that what had happened was probably his fault. *Maybe she couldn't handle what I did to her. Maybe I screwed her up so bad that she's gone nuts. Maybe she realizes that she doesn't control her own life now, and won't live like that. My God, what have I done to the poor woman?* Finally, he decided he was going to have to face her. Slowly, he opened the door. He saw her lying in bed, watching the television. She didn't hear him come in. He shut the door silently, and stared at her for a moment. She looked... well, she looked beautiful, really, even lying in a hospital bed with her hands restrained. Her face had an intensely sad mien, however, and it wrenched his heart to see it. He walked silently over to her. She did not turn to face him. He couldn't tell whether she even sensed his presence. He finally stood at her bedside, and she was forced to turn to look at him. As her eyes focused on his face, her mouth smiled slightly. He looked at her with concern. "Are we alone?" she asked. "Yes." "I'm sorry, Master." Her voice was nearly dead, devoid of overt emotion. "Lianna, why did you do this?" She looked at him, and finally there was pain on her face. "I don't want to live without you. If I can't have you, then I have no need for life." Tears were flowing down her face now. Martin took her hand, feeling the warmth flow into her. She sighed, even through her tears, at his touch. "Lianna, what makes you think you can't have me?" Martin was truly confused now. He'd been ready to accept lots of things, but this idea had him baffled. "When you left me here, and went away, I knew you didn't want me anymore. I can't live without you." Martin was shocked. *Oh, Lord. She nearly killed herself because she didn't understand... and I didn't know to explain... oh, shit.* As his thoughts continued, he suddenly remembered he had another "slave", and she was already unhappy about things. His face went pale for a moment, but then he remembered where he was. "Lianna, Sweetheart, I'm sorry. I should have explained this to you, but I thought you already knew. My trip... the reason I left... I went *home*. I couldn't take you with me, though there were times I wish you had been there." She smiled at those last words, but remained quiet, listening. "I never meant to *leave* you, but we had to separate for a while. Had I known you didn't understand, I would have told you this, but... shit, I'm sorry. I certainly never meant for you to do *this*. Lianna, I won't ever leave you like that. You will always be mine. Do you understand?" An expression of understanding swept over her face, followed by peace and contentment. She smiled warmly at him, and her tears were now tears of joy. Then, suddenly, her face darkened. "Master, you should punish me for not having faith in you." "I think you've punished yourself far worse than anything I could have done. Did you learn your lesson, slave?" he asked, adding the last word to reinforce his message. "Oh, yes, Master!" she cried, nearly swooning at his words. She paused for a moment. "But, Master, there are other things you should know about me. Things that may make you not like me." "I doubt that, Lianna. But, do you want to tell me about them now?" "Yes, Master. That would only be proper." For the next half-hour, Lianna told Martin every dirty secret she had ever kept from anyone. Her previous boyfriends, her fantasies, even that she had cheated on two tests in college. He dismissed it all as irrelevant to her current life. "There is one more thing, Master. When I was in college, I had relationships with other women." "Oh, really?" Martin asked, intrigued. "Why?" "It started with my roommate, who was a lesbian, and then with some of her friends. There weren't many boys on campus who interested me, and it was a good way to relieve the tension." "Did you still have a boyfriend?" "Not while that roommate was around. After she left, and I got a new roommate, I still fooled around with some of my lesbian friends, but then I got a boyfriend, and I didn't need them so much anymore." "I see. So, you haven't been with another woman since college?" "No." "Hmm. I'm glad you told me this. I may ask you to perform in that manner at some point in the future. Would that bother you?" "Anything you ask of me, Master, I will do without hesitation." "Very good, slave. Now, I have to figure out how to get you out of here before next Monday." "They are supposed to be sending a psychiatrist in tomorrow to talk with me." "Um, Lianna, you know you can't tell him about us." "Yes, Master, I realize I cannot tell him your name, or your relationship to me, but I will tell him I have a 'boyfriend', and that the problem was caused by a misunderstanding." "Good girl," Martin said, stroking her cheek. "I need to take care of some things back at the dorm, but I will be back to visit tomorrow, after the psychiatrist sees you, okay?" "Thank you, Master. You are so good to me." Martin leaned over and they kissed warmly, but they were both frustrated by the restraints. Martin whispered into her ear, "You just wait until you get out of here, and then we'll have a little fun!" Lianna shivered at the thought. He kissed her again, and then he left. ----- When they got back to Martin's room, Sarah invited herself in and sat on his couch. He offered her a soda, which she accepted. "So, everything's okay with her now?" she asked. "I guess. She was... a little confused." "I gathered. So, how was your vacation?" "Up and down. My sister got beaten up, our grandparents died in a car accident, and our house was robbed." "Which part of that was *up*?" "None of it. But I also discovered the family secret, which is pretty... interesting." "Can you tell me about it, or do you have to kill me afterward?" she asked with a chuckle. Martin got a funny look on his face. After a moment, he said, "I don't know." "What do you mean, you don't know?" "I don't know if I'm allowed to tell anyone or not." Sarah got up from the couch and moved across to him. She noticed that he moved slightly away from her as she did. "I've never kept any secrets from you..." *Liar,* she thought to herself. "Look, it's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that I don't know if I'm allowed to tell anyone." Sarah moved closer to him, and he again moved away from her. If it weren't so serious, she'd be having fun with this. Finally, she reached out for him. Immediately, Martin jumped away from her, his arms moving up and back to keep her from touching him. "Sarah, I can't let you touch me," he said, panicked. "Martin, I thought you liked me," she said with a little concern. "It's going to be hard for us to go to the dance together if you won't let me touch you." He'd forgotten all about the dance, and his face went a little white at the thought. "Sarah, I can't." "Marty, I really thought you liked me." "I do, Sarah, but... I don't want you to like me just because you touched me." "Martin, now you're being silly." She knew better, but he had to talk about it. "I wish I were, right now. Look, if you touch me, you're going to... oh, shit, how do I put this without sounding like a lunatic? You're going to *want* me." "Huh?" "You're going to... want to... have sex with me." "And you don't want to." "I didn't say that, goddammit!" "Then what are you saying, Marty?" "That I don't want to *force* you to!" She'd never realized that he actually did care for her that much. She knew he thought about asking her out, but also knew he never would have, which was why she had backwardly asked herself out for him. But now that he knew about the power - Josh had called her the night of their conversation - he refused to use it on her, even though he knew he'd get away with it. "Marty, that's sweet. It really is. But, I have to tell you, I have a little secret of my own." By now, she'd backed him into a corner, and he had nowhere left to flee. She reached over and wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him to her. She kissed him, hard, on the mouth, her tongue pushing its way past his lips. Martin was too stunned to fight back, and so he accepted the inevitable. It took several seconds before he realized that he didn't feel the warmth traveling between them. That shocked him rather badly, but not enough to make him stop kissing Sarah. Finally, they broke the embrace, and Martin staggered to a chair. "You didn't... You're not..." "No, it doesn't affect me. And I knew what was happening to you back when you first... adopted Dr. Preston. I wasn't allowed to tell you about it." "How did you... know about me?" Martin's mind was still trying to wrap itself around the thought that she wasn't affected by the warmth. "I've known the Gallagher family all my life. I've been preparing for the time when this *thing* would emerge from you. It's my job to teach you how to control it. To learn to make it work for you, rather than against you. If I hadn't known what was going through your head just now, you'd have scared me completely out of your life. That's bad: you have to learn how not to affect people you want to leave alone. I can teach you how to do that." "Oh. But... I'm confused." Martin shook his head, trying to clear away the cobwebs. "Don't worry about it, Marty. Things will become clearer as time goes on. Right now, just relax. Tell me, what really happened with Dr. Preston?" "Lianna was worried I didn't want her anymore. I - oh, shit. Hang on, I gotta make a phone call." Martin picked up the phone, and reached for his notebook. He flipped to the page with Monica's number on it, and dialed. "Hello, Sarento residence," Katie Sarento answered. Martin disguised his voice and said, "Hi, is Monica home?" "May I ask who's calling?" "This is Trent." "Just a moment." Martin saw the look on Sarah's face, but ignored it for the moment. It took a minute before Monica came on the phone line. He heard the other end click. Keeping his voice disguised just in case, he said, "Hi Monica, it's me. Can we talk?" She lowered her voice slightly, and he heard a door closing. "Yes, Master, we can talk." Martin dropped the fake voice now. "How are you doing, Sweetie?" "I miss you like crazy, dammit!" "I know. Life sucks sometimes. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You know I'd rather have you with me, right?" "I'm glad to hear that, Master." "Maybe you can come down with your mom sometime, to see your sister or something, and we can spend some uh... 'quality time' together." "I'd like that a lot." "If not... we'll think of something. You hang in there, Monica. That's an order. Just remember, you're mine, and I don't want anything happening to you." "Yes, sir," she said with a mixture of conviction and longing. "Okay. I have to get off the phone now. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I'm sorry we couldn't spend more time together while I was there. I'll see you soon. Bye." "Good-bye, Master." Martin hung up the phone and sighed. He looked at Sarah, who was waiting for an explanation. "Lianna's problem was that she thought I didn't want her anymore because I left her here when I went home. When she told me that, I realized that Monica - that's Jennifer's younger sister - might be going through the same thing, especially since we didn't get to 'do' much together." Sarah was nodding, with a slight smirk on her face. He had had an interesting holiday, she was sure. "So, what do I learn first?" he asked, moving over to where she sat on the couch. "Patience," she said with a chuckle. "There will be plenty of time for learning. You don't want to be too obvious about your training." "Hmm," he said, a little downcast. She kissed him on the cheek, to cheer him up. He returned the kiss, and they necked for a little while. But when he tried to go farther, she stopped him. "Not until your training is finished." Seeing the look on his face, she added, "Call it an incentive to get your training over with quickly... for both of us." She smiled at him, and he kissed her one last time. Then they sat there quietly, just enjoying each other. He put his arm around her, and she rested her head back against his shoulder. He reached for his remote, and put some soft music on the stereo, and they just sat listening to it, trying to absorb the events of the day. ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... Martin had Sarah take him up to the hospital the next day, so that he could visit Lianna. Sarah waited in the car this time. Martin made his way to the second floor, and was about to enter her room, when he was interrupted. "Excuse me, are you Martin?" the man asked. "Yes," he responded. "Who are you?" "I'm Dr. Nick Terrance. I'm the staff psychiatrist. Can I talk with you for a moment? I'll try not to keep you too long." "Okay, I guess." Martin gave the door a last glance as the doctor led him to his office. "Please, have a seat," he said, closing the door. He moved fluidly around to sit behind the desk as Martin chose one of the two chairs before the desk. "Well, I see now why she didn't want to discuss you very much. Let me guess, you're a student at the college?" Martin nodded. "*Her* student?" Martin nodded again. "I see. That does explain some of her answers. She was very open about what she was feeling, but she didn't want to talk about you at all. Now I understand why. Let me put your mind at ease right away: even *if* I were inclined to report her to the school for... I forget what they call that sort of thing, but let's call it 'inappropriate behavior', I couldn't, due to doctor-patient privilege. Just between you and me, with the small age difference, and how she feels about you, I think you're probably a good thing for her. I'm not sure how much good you're gaining from the relationship..." "Helped me pass Calculus," Martin quipped. The doctor chuckled at that. "Yes, I guess it would have. Anyway, that's not really the point. I have no interest in getting her, or you, into trouble. What I'm concerned with is her well-being. This suicide attempt, had you seen any warning signs of it?" "None. Doc, I think what happened goes like this: we've been going together for a while. She's become very attached to me, and I'm pretty fond of her, too. When I left for Christmas break - I had to go home - it never occurred to me that she might misunderstand my leaving her. So, when I left, I didn't make a big deal out of it, I told her I'd see her in a while. I think that she maybe mistook that for like a break-up, or something, and then, with the holiday, maybe it was just too much for her." "You studying to be a psychologist?" he asked with good humor. "Meteorologist, actually," Martin replied in kind. "Well, you'd make a damned fine psychiatrist, because that's pretty much how I had it figured before you walked in. Now, the question is, do you think it will happen again? Can *you* keep it from happening again?" "I really think so, doc. Now that I know she has... those kinds of emotions, I can be more careful about what I say. Plus, I talked to her yesterday, and explained it to her. I think she was just a little confused is all. She told me she hadn't been in a relationship in a while... maybe she's gotten a little rusty?" Dr. Terrance laughed heartily. "A good notion! I can see you take this seriously, though, and I'm glad to see that. I'm inclined to release her tomorrow, if you'll promise me you'll keep an eye on her." "I'll be here to pick her up. What time?" "Well, let's see... they'll have to deal with the paperwork, and all that garbage... let's say right after lunch?" "Can we make it right *before* lunch? Have you ever eaten here?" The doctor laughed. "Good point. We are trying to keep her *out* of a depression, after all. Okay, noon, then. Can you be here?" "Wild horses couldn't stop me," Martin replied. "Good. I'm glad I had this talk with you, Martin. Take good care of her, she's a very nice lady." "Yes." Martin shook the doctor's hand, and departed the office. He hoped the handshake would keep the doc from having second thoughts about reporting them, but there was nothing he could do about it at this point. And Lianna had already offered to quit her job for him. He just hoped it wouldn't be necessary. ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... Martin spent some time with Lianna, just talking. He came back the next day at noon, between classes and skipping his own lunch, to take her home. Sarah had loaned him her car, since she didn't want to make Lianna uncomfortable. Lianna, finally free of her restraints, hugged her master fiercely. Dr. Terrance was there to see them off, and surreptitiously gave Martin a thumbs-up. Martin drove Lianna home, with her resting against his arm. He spent a few hours with her, but he had to get back to the dorm to take care of some pre-registration issues. He made sure to tell her that she was still his, and that they would see each other frequently. They parted with a deep kiss that warmed Martin all the way to his toes. ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... The first week of the spring semester was basic college coursework. None of it was overly difficult yet, and Martin took the opportunity to spend a lot of time with Lianna. Being back at home, and having her work had quickly relegated "the event" into her past, but having Martin around, and his continued assurance that she belonged to him, guaranteed it wouldn't happen again. Although he would normally spend Saturday night with Lianna, he knew this would be more difficult now that Sarah wanted him to start his training. She'd given him the first week off, to settle in and to help Lianna acclimate to the new situation. For her part, Lianna told Martin that as long as she knew she was his, she didn't need to see him every day, though she would prefer to. So, here he was, all dressed up and... well, yes, he had someplace to go, if Sarah would ever show up. She'd promised to meet him at his room to go to the mid-winter dance, but she was fifteen minutes late already, and the dance was starting right about now. Martin hated to be late. A knock at the door startled him out of his reverie. He went to open it, and was stunned at what he saw. Sarah had outdone herself, wearing a simple, yet dazzling, electric blue dress that came to just below her knees, and a neckline that hinted at, rather than revealed, her bust. Martin tried not to drool. She had actually put on makeup, which she rarely did, and she was wearing a nice gold necklace and earrings, two other things she rarely indulged in. She saw Martin's look and, without a word, she turned for him, the dress flowing out from her legs as she moved. When she'd finished, she asked, "What do you think, Marty?" Martin could barely find words. "Wow!" was what finally came out of his mouth. Sarah beamed. "Aren't you going to be a little cold outside, though?" "I've got my jacket. Besides, you'll keep me warm if I get chilly, won't you?" She batted her eyelashes theatrically, and he thought he'd probably burn the school down if it would keep her warm. "Shall we go?" Martin let her put her jacket on, and then took her arm, leading her out of the dorm. They walked quickly, but carefully, across the slushy sidewalks, it having snowed earlier in the day. Sarah nearly slipped once, but Martin's grip on her tightened enough to keep her on her feet. He still felt like a goat leading a gazelle. Once they got to the dance, Sarah disappeared for a few minutes. He had no idea where she'd gone, and he missed her desperately. He was uncomfortable in these gatherings, and if he wasn't here with her, he would probably not be here at all. She reappeared soon enough, and handed him a cup of punch. "Sorry," she said, "Had to visit the little girls' room." "Oh." He didn't really know what to do at this point. He was horribly uneasy in these situations. It was one of the reasons he didn't date much. "Marty, loosen up, would you? C'mon, let's dance." The song was a moderately fast tune, but he fumbled his way through it anyhow. One song led to another, and he watched, more than danced, as Sarah spun and twisted gracefully on the dance floor. Finally, a slow song came up. Sarah slid up against him, and put her arms around his neck. His hands slipped easily around her waist, and he peered into her eyes. "You're being a really good sport about this, Marty. I know you don't like these kinds of things." "There's little I won't do for you, Sarah." It sounded corny, even to him. But it was more or less true. He was well and truly infatuated with the upperclassman, and he was just happy to be allowed to stand in the same space with her. Sarah smiled at him, and then moved closer. Their bodies were touching now, and their feet were moving very little. Sarah laid her head on his shoulder and sighed softly. Martin moved his hands around to her back, rubbing softly through the material. He had never bothered taking any other girls to a dance, since he had no dancing ability, and so he wasn't used to the sensual feel of a woman pressed against him quite like this. When the song ended, it was followed by another slow ballad, and Sarah didn't even change positions. They stayed as they were, swaying back and forth, letting others dance around them with greater movement. The two were happy for the moment. Finally, the slow songs ended, and Sarah pulled away from her partner. Martin looked her in the eye, and thought he saw an invitation. He leaned in and kissed her softly. She quickly responded, her lips moving against his in a beautiful kiss. They broke it off before too long, not wanting to draw too much attention. "Let's go take a seat. I'm not up for another fast dance yet." For the next two hours, Sarah and Martin alternated slow dancing with sitting and talking. They never parted for a moment. They weren't there to socialize with anyone but each other, and they didn't need to mingle. Martin felt they could have achieved roughly the same thing in his dorm room, but he realized that he did enjoy being seen with her, and he liked seeing her dressed up, rather than in her usual jeans and blouse. Soon, the dance wrapped up, and Marty actually wished it could go on for a while. He led Sarah over to get her coat, and then they slipped outside. The night had grown very cold, and Sarah hugged her arms. Martin slipped his arm around her waist, hoping she wouldn't stop him, and pulled her to him. Sarah leaned into him without a thought. "I had a good time tonight, Marty. Thanks for bringing me," she said softly, her voice a little dreamy. "You're welcome. And I had fun, too. At least for once my date didn't end up thinking I was a creep." Sarah laughed softly. "Hmm. With what you can do now, I don't think you'll have that problem anymore." "But, Sarah, why do I need other girls, when I've got you?" "And Lianna." "Well, true, I can't ever let her go, for her own sake..." "And Monica." "Sarah, you're making this awfully difficult." "I'm not trying to, really. I'm just trying to point out that you already have more than just me. Let's not forget Becca, either." Martin blushed at the mention of his sister, not realizing that he had never mentioned Becca to her. "Marty, you are what you are. One of the things Uncle Josh didn't tell you about is that you will always desire more than one woman. You won't be content with just me for very long. You like me now because you can't have me..." "That's not it!" Martin protested. She put her finger to his lips. "Let me rephrase. You want me so *badly* right now because you can't have me. Once you have had me, you'll eventually grow restless. I'm not telling you this is bad, just that it is. If you try to fight it, you will frustrate yourself. A lot. It doesn't lessen what we do have, or will have, together. I understand my place in your world. Eventually, you will, too." He led her, very carefully, back to her own dorm room. They parted at the door, where he saw her roommate. They had met before, but she was wearing more clothes then. Sarah saw his glance, and she said, "See?" Martin turned beet red. Sarah leaned in and whispered, "I love you, Marty." She kissed him softly on the lips to thwart an answer, and then she stepped into her room and closed the door quietly, preventing him from any response at all. Martin stood there for several minutes, trying to decide whether she meant it - *Probably* - and what he felt for her - *I'm not sure*. Finally, he just gave up and went home, took off his suit, and flopped down on his bed, letting sleep wash over him. ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... Sarah started Martin's training the next day. She showed up just after lunch to find him working on some homework. She shook her head at how diligently he tried to keep up with things. She'd never taken her education that seriously, but then, she knew where her future lay. "Okay, let's get comfortable... we'll sit on the bed, so we can face each other." "What are we going to do?" "Well, it's going to be far easier for you to learn to increase the strength of the..." "Doesn't *anyone* have a name for this?" "We never gave it one." "Well, I did. I call it the warmth." Sarah considered a moment. "Pretty good name. Anyway, it'll be easier for you to learn to increase the strength of the warmth than to reduce it, so we'll start by making it easier for you to seduce women with it." "Like I need this?" "You might. Now, put your hands against mine." She put her hands out, palms facing up. Martin placed his hands on top of hers. He liked the feel of her skin. "Okay," she said, bringing him back to reality. "I want you to concentrate, but not too hard. If you try too hard, it won't work. I want you to think about the warmth, and send it toward me." "But I thought it wouldn't work on you." "It won't. But I can feel it... oh, probably like you do... just sort of a tingle." Martin nodded, and started to concentrate. He thought he could just feel something moving, but then he lost it again. He sighed, but didn't give up. He tried again, but again it eluded him. He grumbled to himself, realizing that soon his arms would start to get tired. He made one more effort, but it just wasn't any use. He threw up his hands in disgust. "Shit, Sarah, I'm not even sure what I'm trying to do!" Sarah calmly and quietly collected his hands, and held them gently in hers. Her voice was cool and soothing. "Marty, you've been trying for what, twenty minutes? This isn't something you're going to learn overnight. Controlling the warmth is going to take you months to master. This one simple lesson could take us over a week. This is the toughest hurdle: learning how to 'find' the warmth within you, so that you can control it. But it's hard. I know it's hard. But you've got to take it easy, not worry over it so much." Martin sat back, resting against the wall. "I'm sorry, Sarah. I guess I expected it to be easy. I don't know why, nothing else is." She smiled softly at him. "You feel up to trying again?" "I guess so." Martin failed that day. And the next. And for the three days after that one as well, Martin tried, and failed, to find and control his warmth. It was frustrating, and it was beginning to affect his schoolwork. Even a visit to Lianna didn't ease his frustrations. Sarah knew it was getting serious. She also knew there was nothing for it but to keep trying. ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... It was Friday evening, and they were practicing the exercise in Sarah's room. She said the change would be good for him, and besides, her roommate was on a date. Martin was pretty wiped out: he'd not been sleeping well since he started to struggle with the warmth. It reminded him of his days with Calculus, before Lianna. His eyes drooped, and he yawned as he sank down onto Sarah's bed. "Okay, sleepy head. At least wake up enough to try to perform this exercise one time, okay?" "Gotcha," he yawned. He put his hands on hers, and did his best to concentrate. His mind kept wandering, however, and he'd try to bring it back each time. Then, once, when it wandered, he thought he felt something. He was too tired to focus on it, though. And that turned out to be the key to finding it. His attention was naturally drawn to the spot, but each time he tried to control his focus, it would slip away. He allowed his awareness to go where it would, and it led him right to the center of his warmth. He was so astonished that he almost forgot the rest of the exercise. He imagined in his mind a pair of hands scooping the warmth out, so that it moved toward Sarah. He could feel it travel down his arms, and into his hands. Sarah smiled at the tingling sensation in her hands. "Okay, that feels like normal strength. See if you can add more to it." Martin imagined his little hands scooping faster, then realized it made more sense to imagine bigger hands. He thought of big bucket scoops, shoveling out the warmth into his system. Sarah could sense the increase, and was relieved that he was finally able to perform the exercise. She only hoped he could repeat it. "Okay, you can stop now. You're pretty tired. I want us to try this again tomorrow night, to see if you can do it again. Meet me here after dinner, and we'll work on it." "What about your roommate?" he asked. "Oh, don't worry about her," she replied with a smile. "Now, you go get some rest. You look wasted." She kissed him good-night, and then shoved him out the door. He stumbled his way to his own room where he collapsed onto the bed without undressing. ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... It was a disturbing thing to be awakened on a Saturday morning by an alarm clock. He had been so dog-tired the night before, he had not remembered to turn it off. He could have used another hour or two of sleep, although, truth be told, ten hours was probably two hours too many already. Martin stumbled out of bed and down the hall into the shower to begin his day. He had nothing to do at all until that night, when Sarah wanted him back. Thinking of that made him wonder if he could still find the warmth. He let the water run over him as he moved his awareness inward. He allowed it to float on the currents of his consciousness, rather than trying to direct it. Sure enough, it took him just a little while before he found it. But he noticed that, without anyone touching him, there was a shimmering wall around the warmth, a barrier that it couldn't penetrate. Although this was interesting, his hunger was more demanding. He finished his shower, got dressed, and rushed off to breakfast. ----- Martin had spent his day lounging and practicing, making sure he could continue to find his warmth spot. It became easier and easier to just let his mind wander right to it, rather than him trying to direct it. It was as if, having located it, his brain knew now right where to go. He knocked on Sarah's door that evening, just after seven. She opened it wearing a sweater, jeans, and even shoes, which was rare for her while she was in the dorm. "Going somewhere?" "Only if this works," she said with a smile. "You're going to have to have *somewhere* to play." He hadn't considered just what it meant if this experiment worked, and now he went a little red-faced. She was training him... to seduce someone. It was embarrassing. "Come on, lover-boy, let's get on with it." They settled into their usual positions on her bed, her hands out, palms up, his hands on top of hers, palms down. "You know what to do," she said. Martin was a little nervous that he wouldn't be able to do it in front of her, but he took a deep breath and calmed his nerves. He quickly felt his mind wandering right to the spot. He figured he might even be able to forcibly direct his mind there by now, but he didn't want to risk it. Having found the warmth puddle, he imagined his big scoops again, and tossed the warmth out into his system, watching it flow toward Sarah. He felt her shiver with the tingle that she felt. She got a small grin on her face. "Okay. Now... how are you imagining the warmth? What does it look like?" "It's a big puddle of reddish-orange liquid. Like lava, only not that hot." "Okay. I want you to imagine the liquid overflowing its banks in a gush. Use your... what are you using to move the liquid?" "Big scoop hands." "Okay, use your big scoops to direct the overflow to me. This may be a little tricky, but it shouldn't be too hard for you." Martin settled in, looking at the puddle in front of him. As he now concentrated, only slightly, he saw the liquid begin to bubble. He watched as it rose up and out of its basin. He used his scoop hands to maneuver the flow toward Sarah. It was flooding toward her in a wave of liquid far larger than any he had managed. He felt the warmth flowing down his arms, it felt like he had a fever. Sarah shuddered as she felt the amount of warmth pouring over her. She knew it would have been enough to overcome a normal girl. "Okay," she said, her voice a little unsteady, "Now, make it stop. Just like that." Martin imagined it settling back down, and that's exactly what it did. "Good, Martin. Now, I want you to pulse it at me. Make it overflow, and then stop it, over and over again. This is to make you get faster at it. You've only got a second or two to overcome a normal girl with this technique, so the warmth has to reach them very quickly." They practiced for at least a half hour, Martin shoving his warmth at her, and Sarah shivering in the sensation of it. Finally, there came a knock at the door. They broke contact, and for the first time, he noticed that Sarah had started to sweat. He figured it was merely her warm dress. Sarah peeked out the door, and spoke quietly to someone. She closed the door, and turned back to Martin. She said, "Okay, your target has arrived. We need to move this desk." She helped Martin do a minor amount of rearranging. "I told your target that you would help her with her interview skills. She's a junior, and has a job interview segment in her Communications class coming up in a few weeks. She doesn't actually need your help; I've already worked with her incessantly over it. But she's insecure, and really feels she needs more practice, but with a guy as the interviewer, since she thinks that's what she's going to get. "So, if you don't get this right, you're going to be stuck asking her stupid questions for twenty minutes. Are you ready?" Martin was a little stunned that Sarah had not only trained him to seduce someone, but that she had actively prepared a someone to be seduced. He nodded his head slightly, sitting down in the chair. "Just remember: bubble over, and force it to her. You've got about the length of a handshake to make it work." Martin nodded again, and Sarah stepped out the door. Martin already had his mind focused on where his warmth was centered. He was finding it easier and easier to keep a piece of his consciousness here, so that he could watch what was going on with the warmth. He heard a knock at the door, and figured the game had begun. "Come in," he said, in a businesslike tone. The door opened, and in walked Sarah's roommate, Georgia. She was a slender girl, full of nervous energy. Her red hair and freckles accented her bright green eyes and small nose. Her lips formed a worried smile, and her breathing was rapid. He could tell this because her breasts, which were not huge but fit well on her chest, were rising and falling rapidly. He stumbled to remember her last name. "Miss Sanders, is it?" he received a nod. "Please come in. How are you this evening?" She closed the door softly, and turned to face him. He had enjoyed the view of her tight ass while she was doing so. "Fine, sir." He already had his warmth bubbling as he reached for her hand. "I'm Mr. Gallagher, head of personnel." Her hand touched his, and the shimmering barrier dropped. He fixed the smile on his face as his mind was forcing a flood of warmth toward her hand. It seemed as if the process was taking way too long, but Martin could see their hands moving up and down, and it had only been one shake so far. He knew he could get away with about four, and he intended to use all of them. He sensed the warmth flowing freely from his hand into hers, and he now realized that Sarah's body had been resisting the warmth for her, for the sensation of the warmth now was more intense as it continued to renew itself, flowing down his arms and into Georgia's hand. It was having a heavy effect on Georgia, too. Her face had flushed almost instantly, and the flush didn't stop at her neck. A sheen of sweat popped out all over her body, and her nipples were hard as iron. Her pussy was already drenched with juices, readying her body for what it needed to have. Martin could see that the technique was working, even though Georgia hadn't spoken yet. She didn't need to. She licked her lips, her mouth slightly parted. Martin finally let go, but Georgia didn't move. She said, "What's your first name?" "Martin." "Martin, do you think I'm sexy?" Martin just nodded, with interest. She began to undo her blouse. He watched as it revealed more and more skin. Her shoulders were moving back and forth, to help move the garment off her. Finally, it slipped off her shoulders, and each button undone was more skin bared. He watched as the fabric slipped past her bra. He moved around the desk, and sat on its edge, watching her strip for him. Georgia finished with the blouse, letting it fall to the floor. Instead of taking off more of her clothing, however, she moved against Martin. She leaned in, her chest pressing hard against him, her head turned up to face him. "Do you want me, Martin?" In response, he leaned over and planted his lips against hers. Her mouth opened as his tongue approached, allowing him access to her. Their tongues danced passionately as Martin fumbled with the clasp on her bra. Finally, he got it undone, and pushed the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. She wiggled to let the bra fall free, and it finally did. Martin broke their kiss so that he could look her over. She looked down at herself and said, "I know, they're not very big..." she was going to continue but Martin leaned over and fastened his lips around one dark red nipple. She sighed as she felt his tongue sliding across the tip. His other hand quickly found the other nipple, gently twisting and pulling on it. Martin hopped off the desk, his lips still fastened to one of her tits. He finally released it, and she sighed. He looked her over again, and said, "Take off your shoes." She bent to comply, and Martin had another good view of her ass as she did so. Once her shoes were off, she was several inches shorter than him, and had to look up into his eyes. He kissed her again as his hands found the zipper to the skirt she was wearing. He pulled that down, and the fabric fell free almost without coaxing. Now, he picked her up and walked her over to the bed, setting her down gently, he then eased her panties off her hips. Georgia was so excited by now that her legs naturally fell open after Martin removed her underwear. She was now only wearing a pair of stockings. Martin left these on her. He moved onto the bed with her, and looked at her body again. She was very lithe and supple. Her lack of breast size was made up for in their firmness, and her nipples were extremely sensitive. He saw that she was indeed a true redhead, and he smiled. His fingers danced along her thigh until they reached her pussy, and she cried out in pleasure. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "What do you want me to do?" "I want you to fuck me," she growled. "I *need* you to fuck me." Martin removed his shirt, and undid his pants, pulling them down to his knees. He lifted each knee to get his clothes down to his ankles, but then ignored them. He saw her eyes were focused on his dick, which was standing out hard and straight. Even with all the sex he'd had lately, there was something about a completely willing, living sex doll that turned him on. Georgia reached out for him, trying to bring him into herself. He let her lead him, her hands softly encircling his prick and pulling it toward her waiting cunt. As the head of his dick touched her lips, she moaned. Her hands let go of him then, but her legs gripped his hips so that he couldn't go anywhere except into her. Martin had no reason to wait, and so he pushed his way inside her. Although she was well lubed by now, she was also tight, and the going was a little slow. He pulled out, and pushed back in, making more progress this time. He did it again, and again, and was finally buried inside her. He knew she was in no need of more prepping, and so he began to rut into her, slamming her pussy hard and fast with his dick. She groaned and grunted with each thrust, meeting it with her own hips. Soon, she began to utter encouragements to him. "Yeah, baby, OH! God that's good!", "Faster! Harder!", "Oh, that's the spot!", and the like. Georgia was very quickly having her first orgasm. Her body shuddered beneath Martin, and he kept pummeling her throughout her climax. She screamed and moaned while clutching at his body, but she never slowed down. After her orgasm subsided, Martin shifted into a new position. He had her get on all fours, and he took her from behind. He plowed his prick into her full force, and she growled back in appreciation. He fucked her hard and fast, reaching around to grope her tits, pinching at her nipples. She gasped in pleasure at the sensation, and he twisted them harder. "Oh, God, baby, YES!" she screamed. And came again. He continued slamming into her throughout, until she came down from her second high. He settled her onto her side, with him above her. He raised her leg, and began rutting into her again. This sideways motion drove her wild, and she immediately began bucking up at him. Her encouragements flew thick and fast, and her body was rocking harder and harder to meet his thrusts. Martin finally neared his own peak, and so he reached down and grabbed one of her tits again. He found her nipple and twisted it savagely. Her body convulsed beneath him as she entered her final orgasm. Her moans were broken up by the violent motions of her body as she lay in the throes of a mind-shattering orgasm. Her movements on his dick sent Martin over the edge, and he finally came, splashing his cum into her with force. He kept thrusting throughout his orgasm, pumping into her until they were both exhausted, and he collapsed beside her on the bed, his dick sliding from her well-used pussy, her leg coming back down to the bed. She turned to face him as they lay on the bed, and she smiled. He smiled back at her, and they kissed. For a long time, they snuggled. Finally, with a smirk, he said, "You're hired." She broke out in a case of the giggles, and they both fondled each other some more, until they were ready for more fun. ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---...

The College Wager - By VaVaVoom Chapter 2 - Weekend 1 "And the winner of your wager with a score of 85% is Elissa! Elissa let out a shrieked yes at hearing the result, Louisa on the other hand was slower to react, she finally did by saying "No, No that can't be right" Before lunging forward and grabbing the exam result slips from Kimberleys hand. Louisa studied the slips as the realization that she'd lost the wager dawned, her hand went limp and the papers slipped from her hand and tears streamed down her face. Elissa looked on with a broad smile across her face. Elissa then asked Kimberley "Where is the outfit we were filmed stripping in?" Kimberly replied "Up stairs in my room, hanging up on the front of the wardrobe!" Hearing that Elissa said to Louisa "Go up stairs slut and put the outfit on, and dont come down till I shout you. And whilst youre up there stop crying and sort your face out With that Louisa stood and went upstairs to get changed. Kimberly waited till she heard the bedroom door shut before she said "So what have you got planned for her?" "Well Ive got some really cool ideas but they'll take a week or so to set up, so Ive not decided what to do right away. I presume you have some ideas, as you suggested this wager?" replied Elissa. "I have a few ideas for tomorrow, but my first concern would be Louisa not doing as she's told. The film of her stripping is enough for now, but the ideas Ive got we will need more of a grip on her." Said Kimberley. "I agree, so what do you suggest?" enquired Elissa. "We need to film her doing other things, worse than just stripping!" Replied Kimberley. Both girls sat silent for a few moments before Elissa said "Got it! As she is going to be a slut, she should look and act like one! We will film her shaving her pussy and then we'll interview her about her sex life but we'll hold- up answers for her to say." Good idea, but will she do it? Maybe if we ply her with some alcohol, this would help to lower her inhibitions and impair her decision making! replied Kimberly "Oh yes! I like it Elissa said with a smirk. With that Kimberley went upstairs to get the camera and shaving supplies, while Elissa started to write out the questions she was going to ask Louisa. It didn't take long for Kimberley to return with the equipment, she set the tripod up in the corner out of sight, and placed the camcorder on the table to the side of the couch, she then moved the foot stool into prime position in the middle of the lounge for Louisa to sit on and placed the shaving supplies in front on it, she then went to the kitchen and poured three Orange Juices, but added a quarter of everclear to Louisas drink. Kimberly took them into the lounge, where Elissa was finishing the questions. Once the questions were done, Kimberly went up stairs with Louisas spiked drink. Kimberley walked into the bedroom and said to Louisa Ive made you a drink to help you calm down as she handed her the drink. Thank you replied Louisa still with tears in her eyes, as she took the glass from Kimberly before taking a large swig. What are you going to do? Asked Kimberly as she sat beside Louisa on the bed. Dont know yet, just get though the rest of today doing as she says. That will give me tonight to try and figure a way out of this mess. Louisa replied But a wager is a wager you cant back out! Explained Kimberley I know I cant, but I may be able to negotiate with Elissa once Ive had time to think about it tonight. Replied Louisa Kimberley smiled inside knowing that by tonight, it would be to late and thered be no way out, before standing and saying Why dont you have a shower? Freshen up a little; it might help you feel better! Suggested Kimberley knowing that the time in the shower, would allow the alcohol to take its effect. Louisa nodded and finished her drink, she then rose and headed for the bathroom, As she did Kimberley said Elissa wants you to come down when youve finished Upon Kimberleys return, Elissa looked a little bemused as to why Louisa wasnt with her, noticing this Kimberley said Dont worry Ive told her to take a shower. That way the alcohol will have time to take effect. Your cleverer than you look replied Elissa. It took Louisa a while to shower, change and head down stairs, partly because she didnt want to face Elissa and partly because the alcohol was taking effect and she felt slightly light headed. Upon entering the lounge Elissa motioned Louisa to sit on the foot stool. Louisa sat down and lowered her head not making eye contact with Elissa. Elissa pursed before saying "Right then, I want you to take the shaving stuff and shave your pussy completely bald naked for me. Louisa tried to assess the consequences of what she hand been told to do, but the alcohol clouded her judgement. She thought to herself that she just needed to get thorough tonight, so that she could think of away out of this mess. She concluded that she could have been told to do far worse and it wouldnt take long for the hair to grow back. With that Louisa reached down and picked up the shaving gel, and squirted a generous amount of gel into the tips of two fingers and worked her fingers into her pubic hair, producing a foam- covering to her pussy. With her head still lowered, not daring to look the two girls in the eyes, she reached for the razor and began to shave her pussy. Louisa concentrated as much as the alcohol would let her, so that she did not cut herself whilst shaving. Whilst Louisa had been rubbing the gel into her pubic hair, Kimberley had picked up the camcorder and started to film. She had captured Louisa covering the lower half of her pussy and reach for the razor and start shaving. Louisa continued shaving oblivious to the fact that she was being filmed as she shaved her pussy. Louisa finished off the remaining area of foam before rubbing her smooth bald naked pussy to ensure she had not missed any. She then sat the razor down and towel dried her pussy with her head still lowered. At this point Kimberley sat the camcorder down out of Louisas sight. Elissa broke the silence, by saying What does your slutty pussy feel like? Does it feel nice and smooth? Louisa did not reply she just softly started to sob. Pull yourself together slut. Youll have worse things to cry about in the coming weeks snapped Elissa at the sight of Louisa sobbing. Louisa sat there quietly wiping the tears from her eyes, whilst Elissa picked up the camcorder, mounted it on a tripod and placed it facing Louisa on the stool. Louisa looked up and was shocked to see the camcorder facing her; Elissa startled her from her daze by saying Im going to interview you, but you must say yes to straight forward questions and you cant give negative answers, when Kimberley holds up paper you are to read the answer on the paper! Do you understand? Yes came Louisas meek response. And youd better look into the camera! Got It? Elissa sternly said With that Louisa lifted her head and looked into the camera. Kimberley then leant over and whispered in Elissas ear. Good point said Elissa after Kimberley had finished speaking. She then said to Louisa Change you position on the stool, kneel instead of sitting on it Louisa rose and went round the back of the stool before leaning forward and kneeling on the stool. Now tuck the front hem of the skirt into the waist band so that we can see your shaven slutty pussy. Louisa reluctantly complied with the order; just wanting to get tonight over with. Now to finish it off lift the top up over you tits, push back your shoulders and grab your ankles. Again Louisa did as she was told. Elissa and Kimberley smiled at the slutty sight of Louisa on display, Elissa then said Right then its time to begin with that she pressed the record button. Elissa: Name? Louisa: Louisa Elissa: Age? Louisa: 18 Elissa: Are you sexually active? Louisa: Yes Elissa: When did you first have sex? Louisa: About a year ago. Elissa: What is you sexual orientation? With that Kimberley held a note up. Louisa: Bi-sexual Elissa: How many sexual partners have you had? Kimberley motioned with her hands Louisa: 12 Elissa: So thats one a month! Louisa: Yes. Elissa: So you get about then? Louisa: Yes Elissa: Do you give blowjobs? Louisa: Yes Elissa: Do you swallow? Louisa: Yes Elissa: Why? Kimberley grabs a large board that Elissa had prepared earlier and placed it next to the camera for Louisa to read. Louisa: Coz I love the taste of cum and get really turned on by the feeling of having a cock in my mouth. Elissa: You are a slut aren't you? Louisa: Yes. Elissa: What is your favourite position? Louisa: Doggie style Elissa: Why? Elissa knew what her favourite position was and had another board ready for her Louisa: So that I can have a cock in my mouth while Im being fucked. Elissa: Have you ever been gang banged? Louisa: Yes. Elissa: How many people? Kimberley motioned a figure with her hands Louisa: 4. Elissa: Did they all cum in you mouth and pussy? Louisa: Yes. Elissa: Did you enjoy it? Louisa: Yes Elissa: So youd like to do it again? Kimberley held up the final board Louisa: Definitely, it was the best experience of my life! But Id like to do it with more people next time. Elissa: Does a shaven pussy mean youre a slut? Louisa: Yes Elissa: Do you play with yourself? Louisa: Yes Elissa: How often do you do it? Louisa: Every night. Elissa: Show us what you do. Louisa was desperate to get the ordeal over, so she slowly lowered her hand and started to play with her clit. Elissa let her play with her clit for a couple of minutes before saying Enough! Go up to bed youve got a long day ahead of you tomorrow. Louisa was thankful to hear those words and rushed up stairs to bed. As Louisa left the room Kimberley gave Elissa a questioning look. Dont worry, I dont want her to have an orgasm, in fact I want to keep her in a high state of arousal at all times, just like a true slut. Plus we need some time to edit this tape, ready for the morning. Said Elissa. Louisa woke with a fuzzy head from the night before, with vague memories of what she had done. She then remembered shed lost the wager, and started to think of a way of reasoning with Elissa to get out of the wager. She came to the conclusion that she would not carry out the forfeit to the wager and live with the video of her stripping being released. She then got ready and confidently walked downstairs, ready to confront Elissa. Louisa entered the room to find Elissa & Kimberly sitting waiting for her. Before Elissa could speak Louisa sternly said Im not going to honour our wager! Im not going to become a slut for you! I dont care if you release the video I can handle people see me stripping. Are you sure? Elissa calmly asked. Im sure Louisa snapped back. OK! But just watch the video before I circulate it to everybody you know including your family. Elissa replied before picking up the remote control and pressing play. Louisa turned towards the TV and watched herself appear on screen and started to sexily strip. As she watched herself take off the last shred of clothes she expected the video to stop, but it flicked to a new scene, it was of her rubbing shaving gel into her pussy. She then looked on tearfully as she watched herself shave her pussy. The scene then changed again, she was kneeling with her tits and newly shaven pussy exposed, as she was interviewed about her sex life, she stood there in shock looking at herself looking and talking like a total slut. Elissa then broke Louisas daze by saying So do you still want me to release the video? Louisa slowly shook her head and softly said No! Ill carry out the wager! Louisa knew she had a chance of keeping the things she would have to do, away from her family but she could not keep the video away from them. As youve tried to get out of this wager, I think there needs to be some rules! Dont you slut? Elissa sternly said. Yes Louisa meekly responded. First off clothing! We are going shopping today to update your wardrobe in- line with your slut status. So after that, at all times during the forfeit you will only wear a bra when I say so! Do you understand? Elissa said. Yes replied Louisa as she nodded. Next! During the times that you are my Slave, which to remind you is from last bell on Friday, till first bell on a Monday. You will obey every order I give without hesitation, no matter where we are or who we are with. Got that? Elissa added. Again Louisa nodded and said Yes Elissa started again Good! Im going to show you some slutty positions that I want you to remember and adopt when ordered. Position 1 - you will stand with your legs about 4 foot apart with your hands on hips and shoulders pushed back. Position 2 - You will kneel with your knees as wide apart as possible and shoulders pushed back, you will then tuck the hem of your skirt into the waist band, if its a lycra skirt youll pull it up to form a belt. Youll then either un-button your top or pull your top up over your tits, depending upon what youre wearing. You will fondle and grope your tits with your left hand while your right hand plays with your clit. There will be other positions as the forfeit goes on, but that will do for now. Will you be able to remember them? Louisa quickly said "Yes" The final thing for now is when asked about why you are giving a blowjob, you will answer as you did last night when I interviewed you. Can you remember what you said? said Elissa. Louisa shuck her head and said No Elissa then handed Louisa the board form last night and said Read this, and memorize it. Louisa read it to herself several times, before looking up at Elissa. Elissa then enquired Got it? Louisa nodded as Elissa took the board off her and said OK, tell us what youre going to say. Louisa then started to retort what shed learnt. I love the taste of cum, and get turned on by the feeling of having a cock in my mouth. Very good commented Elissa with a triumphant smile, before remembering something and saying Oh and one other thing, I know I cant tell you what to do during the week but if you dont keep your pussy smoothly shaven at all times, therell be hell to pay when the weekends come around. The girls then had breakfast and headed to the small out- of- town shopping mall. Louisa was thankful that Elissa had let her wear her own clothes to the Mall and not that slutty outfit she had been wearing. It only took half an hour to reach the Mall in Kimberleys car. When they arrived it was not that busy so Elissa decided that it was best to wait a while before she started Louisas humiliation and transformation. She suggested some window- shopping then a coffee, both girls agreed although Kimberley gave her a funny look, Elissa just winked at her and lead the girls around the mall window- shopping, as she made a mental note of which shops she wanted to go in. After half an hour they went to grab a coffee. Louisa was happy with this day so far, un-knowing what Elissa had in store for her. Once they finished Elissa took the girls to the first shop she wanted to visit and said to Louisa: Go wait over by the changing rooms, while we pick out some stuff for you to try on Louisas heart sank as she heard those words; she knew that the clothes would not be what shed normally wear. She just nodded and headed for the changing rooms. Once Louisa had reached the changing rooms, Elissa turned to Kimberley and said Slutty, tarty and a size too small Got it said Kimberley as she headed off around the shop. Louisa spent the next hour, trying on various styles and types of clothes carefully chosen to reveal her body and make her look like a cheap whore or slut. The tops she tried on were various styles of crop tops, halter necks, tube tops and sheer blouses. All the tops were modelled, along with either a skin tight lycra micro skirt or a micro ra-ra skirt. After the two girls had decided which outfits they liked best, Elissa said Go buys these clothes and meets us outside and dont take all day before leaving her in the changing rooms. Louisa then gathered the items she have been instructed to buy and headed to the counter to pay. There was only a small queue so it didnt take long for her to get served, she grabbed her bags of new clothes and went outside to where the two girls were standing. Time to change slut announced Elissa before adding Get the white lycra tube top and skirt plus the heels then go into the toilets and change leaving your bags here, and put this on handing Louisa a bright red lipstick. Louisa looked through the bags, found the items and headed into the toilets to change. Louisa eventually appeared from the toilets using her old clothes to shield as much as she could to hide her slutty stripper appearance. Elissa then grabbed the clothes and said. Right then for not being proud of your new clothes I want you to walk to the other end of the mall and back to us, got it? Oh please no begged Louisa Off you go slut, head high and shoulders back answered Elissa. Louisa turned and started to walk with her shoulders pushed back making her tits stick out further and head up as much as she could muster in that outfit. It took several minutes for Louisa to return as soon as she did, Elissa handed Louisa her old jeans and said I want you got go over to that bin over there and throw these away pointing in the distance as she spoke. Louisa took her jeans and proceeded to walk the 50 or so yards to the bin, to discard her jeans before returning to the girls. As she returned Elissa held out her t-shirt and raised an eye brow, Louisa knew what she wanted her to do and started to protest. No I cant this is my favourite t-shirt, please No OK, Ill do you a deal! You can either do as I wish or you can keep the top but you must wear it everyday after we have modified it! said Elissa Louisas mind started to race, thinking of the things they could do to it. Louisa soon decided it was safer to do as Elissa wished, than take the chance. Louisa grabbed the t-shirt and headed back over to the bin to dump her t-shirt. Upon her return she could she Elissa holding her pants out in her hand. Louisa decided not to bother arguing and held out her hand to take the thong from Elissa but as she tried to get them, Elissa moved then and said Hold out you index finger As Louisa did Elissa hooked the thong over her finger and said Leave the thong as it is and dont try and hide it Louisa turned with the thong hanging from her finger, in full view of everybody and walked over to the bin to throw them away. Elissa & Kimberley spotted Dan from college as Louisa got half way to the bin and beckoned him over to them, the three made small talk before he spotted Louisa and said Wow Louisa looks like a right slut Thats coz she is confirmed Kimberley No way! replied Dan Its true! Why else would she dress like that? Said Elissa Yeah, but just coz shes dressed like that, she not going to give me a blowjob is she. Replied Dan She will if you ask her responded Kimberley. Before Dan could speak Elissa said Meet us in the food court in 30mins and well sort it for you. But under one condition you come round to mine tonight about 7ish. OK replied Dan before heading off before Louisa could see him. Louisa arrived back humiliated from walking through the crowded mall, carrying her thong and them throwing it away. Right, time for some lunch, Im starving announced Elissa. Louisas heart leapt a little knowing she would be able to sit down and hide the slutty clothes she was wearing, even if it was for a short while. The girls walked over to the food court, with Louisa trying her hardest to stop her lycra skirt riding up as the shopping bags made it hard for her to pull the skirt back down. The girls found an empty table near the edge of the court, close to its entrance and sat down. The girls deliberated over what to have, before Elissa sent Louisa to get the food. It was quite busy and Louisa had to queue for sometime, wearing her slutty clothes. Upon Louisas return Elissa sent her to get napkins and wipes, Louisa could then finally sit down and attempt to hide herself. Half way into the food Elissa said I suppose we need to start thinking about todays blowjob! Thats a good point agreed Kimberley, while Louisa sat silently. All these people who should we choose, who should be the lucky guy? teased Elissa. It would be a shame if the first blowjob of the wager wasnt someone from college stated Kimberley Thats true agreed Elissa before continuing In that case the first guy we see from college you will ask to suck his dick, no matter who he is, got that slut! Louisa just nodded her head and continued eating. 5 or so minutes later Louisa was woken from her daze of eating and trying not to listen to the other two girls, then a familiar voice greeted the other girls. Louisa looked up to see Dan from college, then she looked over to see a broad smile across the faces of Elissa and Kimberley. Louisa was relieved in a way that she would have to suck off Dan. He was a good looking guy with blonde hair, piecing blue eyes and a great body who she had previously fancied, so it could have been far worse. However with all the things swimming around in her head Louisa forgot why she didnt fancy Dan anymore. This was Dans only down- side, his big mouth, he never knew when to keep it shut and always bragged about his conquests. Dan and the girls made small talk before a sharp kick under the table and a glare from Elissa, made Louisa realise that she had to make a move. Louisa waited for a lull in the conversation and then said Dan, can I have a private word with you? Sure replied Dan As Louisa rose with her back to the girls, Elissa winked at Dan and then mouthed 7ish to him. Dan just nodded. As Louisa was about to head off with Dan, Kimberley said We will wait for you here, have fun! Louisa stopped Dan close to the exit, and was about to speak when Dan said You look hot, like a slut, but hot Louisa didnt quite know what to say so she just said Thanks, Im glad you like it. I do like it, the slut look works for you, and for me. In fact my dicks hard just looking at you, why dont you suck him off for making him hard. Louisa was shocked at what hed just said, but also thankful that she had not had to ask him if she could suck his cock. So she smiled and said OK It was Dans turn to be shocked he had hoped Elissa was right but didnt think Louisa would say yes. So he grabbed her hand and headed towards the toilets before she could change her mind. As the pair entered the cubicle Louisa shut the door and locked it, knowing she had to get this over and done with as soon as possible, before kneeling in front of Dan. Louisa hurriedly unclipped his belt and jeans; she then pulled his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, and was met by an eagerly awaiting erect member. She took hold of his stiff cock and vigorously started work, to get Dan off as quick as she could. She started by teasing the tip of the head with her tongue while furiously working her hand along his shaft. Louisa knew that she was going to need to employ all her cock sucking tricks to get this over with. This was not going to be a long teasing affair, like she would do with a boyfriend this was going to be a fast and furious expert blowjob. Louisa finished teasing the head and took it in her mouth as far as she could still working the shaft with her hand. She worked her lips up and down his cock as fast as she possibly could in the opposite direction to her hand to maximise the effect, she was acting like a porn star hungry for cum. Dan just stood there in a state of shock and pleasure. A girl hed lusted after at college was kneeling before him, dressed like a slut sucking his cock like their was no tomorrow, like some cum addicted slut desperate for her next fix. Dan snapped out of his daze when he felt the pleasure building inside him. Louisa increased her efforts as she felt Dans body tense and prepared herself to accept his load. Dans body soon shuddered as the orgasm waved over him and he released his cum into Louisas mouth. Louisa swallowed as fast as she could to avoid choking on the mouth full of cum she had just received, licking her lips to remove any residue. She then stood up and left without saying a word to Dan. Dan pulled up his boxers and jeans with a massive smile across his face whilst watching Louisa exit the toilets. Dan thought to himself, could tonight be any better than that? As Louisa returned from her interlude with Dan, she found the two girls whispering and giggling. Kimberley looked at her and said Youve got something on the side of your mouth At which time both girls burst into laughter. Louisa instinctively went to wipe her mouth only to find there was nothing there, adding to her humiliation. The laughter was broken when Kimberley said Ive got a wicked idea Before leaning over and whispering to Elissa. Elissas eyes lit up at what Kimberley was suggesting, Elissa then looked at Louisa with an evil smile and said Perfect! Lets get started Louisa followed the two girls across the shopping mall, doing her best to keep the micro skirt from revealing any more than was already on display. The girls stopped outside a passport photo booth. Elissa then said OK slut, in you get! Louisa then got in to the booth and adjusted the height of the seat before sitting down. Right you are going to put the money in and then select the single portrait shot, not the four passport sized photos. You will then lift you top to reveal your slutty tits and have your photo taken. We will then review the photo to ensure we like it before you accept the photo and have it printed. Louisa thought to herself, its no worse then the video they have got of me so theres no point in protesting. She then put the money in the slot and selected single portrait. She then went to close the privacy curtain, but as she gripped the curtain she was stopped when Elissa said Leave it open slut, you normally dont mind blokes ogling your tits. With that Louisa left the curtain open and prepared a pose for the photography. The camera flashed and the photo appeared on the screen. Kimberley then sternly said You could at least smile you dumb slut. Take it again! Louisa then pressed the decline button on the screen and struck a pose again, this time with a big fake smile across her face. The camera flashed and again the girls reviewed the on-screen photo. Thats perfect announced Elissa. You look like a true bimbo, slut, fuck- doll Kimberley added. With that Louisa pressed the accept button, pulled down her top and stepped out of the booth and waited for the photo to be developed. Louisa waited nervously for the photo to appear. As soon as it did Kimberley grabbed it before she could see it and showed it to Elissa, the girls agreed it was a perfect resemblance of her new life. Elissa then gave Louisa a pen and ordered her to write I hope you like my photo. It shows me as the true slut that I am. To tell you the truth Im a cum slut really. If you ever see me and want a blowjob just ask and Ill give you one with pleasure. Love Louisa xxx P.S. I always swallow. After Louisa had finished writing she handed Elissa the pen back. Elissa then said Now put that photo back in the chute and follow us as she turned and started to walk away. Louisa did as she was told as quickly as she could and swiftly followed the two girls. The afternoon continued similar to the morning, with Louisa trying on and buying various slutty, revealing and undersized tops and skirts, along with stripper heels. This continued for most of the afternoon with the girls finally returning home around 5ish ************************************************************************ Louisa was up stairs having a shower when Dan arrived as arranged earlier that day; he was made welcome by Elissa and Kimberly and sat on the couch with the two girls. Upon sitting down Dan said "I can't believe the change in Louisa?" "What do you mean?" asked Elissa "Well her sucking my dick and all earlier!" replied Dan "Oh thats nothing, shes been doing that for ages, but just recently shes been doing it more and more. If fact she told us she gets turned on by the feel of a cock in her mouth, and just loves the taste of cum! Isn't that right Kimberly?" Elissa said "Yes that's right! In fact, I dare say she'd swallow a glass full of cum she loves it that much!" came Kimberly's reply "No way! I can't believe that" Dan exclaimed. "I bet she would!" Said Elissa "No way" repeated Dan. "OK, a bet then. If she doesn't drink cum from a glass Ill come over there and suck your cock, however if she does then as soon as she has, you have to crawl over here and lick me out." Elissa proposed. Dan thought for a second, but it didnt take long as he was in a win, win situation. "OK it's a deal" confirmed Dan "Good! Said Elissa with a glint in her eye. Just then Louisa came downstairs dressed in the Pink lycra skirt and tight white micro tank top as ordered by Elissa before she went into the shower. As Louisa sat down in-between Dan and Kimberly on the couch, Elissa said "Dan was just asking about your cock sucking antics, and we were telling him how much you enjoyed it" "Is that correct" Dan added before Louisa could respond to Elissa. With that Louisa remembered the answer that Elissa had instructed her to use when asked about blowjobs. "Yes! I get really turned on by the feel of a cock in my mouth, and love the taste of cum." "See" said Kimberly with delight. "So if you suck me off, and then I cum into a glass would you drink it?" Asked Dan Louisa froze in horror at the thought of having to drink cum from a glass, but she know she was trapped, she couldn't say no cause she's just said she loved the taste, plus the rules of the wager meant she had to swallow the cum if she sucked someone off, she lowered her head in defeat and said "Yes!" With that Kimberley said "I'll go fetch you a shot glass then" as she got up from the couch and headed towards the kitchen. She soon returned and handed the shot glass to Louisa before heading upstairs. Louisa knew what was required and knelt in front of Dan reaching forward to undo his zipper; she took out his erect member and started to slowly suck him off once again. Elissa looked on in triumph, knowing she was turning Louisa in to the college slut, and would also have one of the college guys lick her to orgasm while Louisa looked on. Kimberly had positioned herself at the top of the stairs with the camcorder looking back down on the living room through the banister rails, out of everybodys sight and vision filming Louisa. Louisa was not rushing to make Dan cum like she had at dinner she wanted to prolong the inevitable, her stomach had butterflys as she was wanking and sucking Dan off, she was nervous about drinking the cum from a glass, not wanting to throw up as she did it. To Louisas dismay, Dan was already tensing and was about to cum and she had hardly done anything. She took the glass and held it to the tip of the erect cock and milked his cum into the glass. Kimberly zoomed the camera into Louisas face as she raised the glass to her lips and necked the contents like an alcoholic shot. Louisa fought back the need to hurl, as she swallowed the slimy contents of the glass. Elissa then asked her Was that nice? Yes! came Louisas weak response. Elissa then made eye contact with Dan, she raised her eye brow and Dan didnt need telling twice. He crawled over to Elissa who parted her legs, giving Dan access to her skirt. Dan raised her skirt, pushed her thong to the side and proceeded to lick out Elissas pussy. Louisa looked on still in her kneeling position, only to catch Elissas gaze who mouthed Position Two Louisa slowly lifted her top to reveal her pert tits; she then did the same to her skirt, her left hand then explored her breast, while her right hand played with her clit. Louisa couldnt believe how turned on she was from seeing Elissa being licked out and exposing herself like she was. Elissas pleasure started to build rapidly from the sight of her once rival acting like a wanton slut, playing with herself on her orders. This was too much for her and she started to orgasm. Upon hearing Elissa close to orgasm, Louisas body senses heightened taking her to orgasm. Both girls orgasms hit together with loud moans and screams. Kimberly was still on the staircase filming the sluttish display that Louisa was putting on. Dan got up from eating Elissas pussy, to find Louisa kneeling with her tits and pussy on display. His stare was broken when Elissa said Thanks Dan well have to do it again sometime. See you at college on Monday! Dan took the hint and said Yeah sure anytime, just say when as he headed towards the door. Elissa didnt speak as she went upstairs to bed, leaving Louisa to wallow in her own humiliation and lust. Louisa stayed in her kneeling position sobbing to herself, thinking about the days events for a good half hour before retiring to bed herself. ************************************************************************ Louisa woke, groggy and tired from crying herself to sleep the night before, looking at the clock it was 10am, she thought shed better get up and have a shower and shave her pussy, not wanting to anger Elissa. Elissa and Kimberley had been downstairs for about 30mins, when they heard the shower start. It sounds like she up said Kimberley Yeah shes still probably in shock from last night! replied Elissa. So what have you got planned for her today? asked Kimberley. Not a lot really, I fancy a day sun- bathing out the back, with her serving us drinks and things like that answered Elissa. Sounds good to me! But I think Ive got a way we can make it a little more interesting! stated Kimberley before heading upstairs. Kimberley soon returned holding a plastic bag containing a box, and passed it to Elissa saying I brought this when you made the wager, along with a few of things that I thought would be useful Oh yeah, what other things would they be? Questioned Elissa. Well lets hope she doesnt do as shes completely told, so I get a chance to use the things Kimberley replied with an evil wink. Elissa then turned her attention to the bag and took out the box. A remote controlled vibrator, how cool! How does it work? Read the box, its got instructions and features on the side. replied Kimberley. Elissa started to read aloud the instructions from the box Powerful vibrator, comes with a remote control with LED display that can be programmed to deliver vibrations from 5 to 95 minutes and intervals from 1 to 15 minutes. The vibrator part is also waterproof so it can be used in the pool, bath or shower. And has a successfully tested range of 50 feet. "With the timer well be able to keep Louisa in a constant state of arousal without her having am orgasm, it will drive her wild stated Kimberley. Louisa finally emerged about 11am, wearing the outfit she had been wearing the previous night with her lips coated in the bright red lipstick. You are learning well commented Kimberley upon seeing Louisa. Yes she is! But you can remove your top and skirt as you wont be requiring them today. added Elissa. The back yard was fairly secluded so there was little chance of anyone seeing her naked. Louisa took off the items as requested and stood there in her stripper heels with bright red lips. Thats better said Elissa as she handed the vibrator to Louisa and said Now put that in you pussy and youd better not let it slip out Louisa took the vibrator from Elissa and slid it into her pussy. As she took her hand away from sliding it in, Elissa pushed the on button on the remote, Louisa instantly jumped with the shock, as the vibration started. Both girls just laughed. Right slut I want you to go out the back and set up two sun loungers, then make two glasses of juice and bring them out to us. Louisa didnt say a word as she set about her task. Elissa set the timer to vibrate for 5mins with a 1min interval before the vibrator started again. Louisa struggled to carry out her task with the pleasure washing over her body. Whilst she was making the drinks, the two girls took up their places on the sun loungers. Louisa returned with their drinks. Elissa then said Go inside and get the sun cream, then you can put it on for us Louisa went inside to get the cream, again she returned and did as she was told. Once finished Elissa said You can go and have some breakfast now, but dont be long, and one other thing when you return from breakfast take up position 1 Louisa nodded then went inside and had breakfast. It took about 10mins for Louisa to eat her breakfast, go back outside to the garden and wait in position one as ordered. Elissa left her waiting for another 20mins before looking up and saying Go over there in the shade and kneel with you hands behind your head, shoulders back and tits out. And dont you dare have an orgasm. Well be watching! With that Louisa went over to the shade and adopted the required position. Elissa then messed with the remote settings, lowering the vibrator speed so that Louisa didnt boil over. Louisa spent the next 4 hours either kneeling in a constant state of arousal or fetching drinks and applying sun cream to the two girls. About 4pm Kimberley broke the silence by saying blowjob! Oh yes Id forgotten about that replied Elissa. Both girls then lay silent for sometime, trying to think of an evil idea connected to Louisa giving a blowjob. Kimberley finally came up with an idea and said This is an awesome idea! Come on spill the beans responded Elissa. Kimberley then leaned over and whispered her idea into Elissas ear so that Louisa couldnt over hear. Your evil Elissa said at hearing the idea. Slut, go get your mobile phone ordered Elissa. Louisa rose from her kneeling position and went inside to get her phone. As she stepped back outside Kimberley said Come and kneel between our two loungers Louisa then knelt as ordered. Elissa then said You are going to ring Dan and ask him to bring 4 friends round here. When he wants to know why, tell him you need lots of cum. Ask him to be round here in an hour. Louisa looked at Elissa with pleading eyes but Elissa just responded by saying Do it slut! Louisa picked up the phone and dialled his number. As she started to speak, Kimberley pressed the max override button on the remote, causing Louisa to moan with pleasure like a true whore as she spoke to Dan and asked him to bring 4 friends around because she needed lots of cum. Kimberley then released the button once the conversation was over. As Louisa ended the call, Elissa said Clear away the sun loungers, empty the drinks glasses and meet us in the living room she and Kimberley then headed inside. Louisa then started to clear away as instructed. While she was doing this Kimberley grabbed the camcorder and put black tape over the red recording indicator. She then placed the camcorder on some books at the top step of the stairs, just above the bottom rail looking back down on to the living area. She then ran the output lead to a TV in her room. The camcorder was switched on and signal tested on the TV. She then went back to the camcorder and placed some clothes over it to hide its existence. She then went downstairs to Elissa and waited for Louisa to finish her chores. Louisa finished washing the glasses and went into the living room where she was greeted by two evil smiles. Elissa then handed her two items of clothing and said Put these on, and listen to what we are saying as you do! Kimberley then walked to the centre of the room and made a faint cross in the carpet with her foot, before saying This is where you are to kneel. Got it? Louisa said Yes as she pulled the ra-ra skirt up her legs. Elissa then waited until Louisa had put her halter top on, she then said When we go upstairs you are to kneel on the cross and wait for Dan and his friends to arrive. You will then remove the vibrator and hide it before you answer the door and bring the guys in here. You will then kneel back on the cross facing the stairs, getting the guys to form a circle around you. Got that so far? Louisa responded with a nod of her head. Kimberley then took over and said You will then get into position 2 and beg the five guys to cum in your mouth. Your hand that would normally be on your tits, can be used to wank off the guys if you wish. Keeping up? Again Louisa nodded her head. Elissa took back over and said Now for the fun bits! she paused for seconds and then began again with You will get all five lads to cum in your mouth and have an orgasm. You are to have all five loads of cum in your mouth at once. And to prove you havent swallowed you will keep you mouth wide open at all times. And now for the twist you are not allowed to orgasm until you have all five loads of cum in your mouth! Louisa started to sob at what she was about to have to do. You can stop that slut Kimberley angrily said. Louisa wiped her eyes and stared at the floor, as the girls headed upstairs. Louisa began to think about the best way to get the situation over and done with. She knew that if she kept herself close to orgasm she would not have to keep the cum in her mouth for long. But she also knew she needed the lads to cum as close together as possible again, to avoid have to keep the cum in her mouth for long. Louisas trail of thought was broken when the doorbell rang. She quickly took the vibrator out of her pussy and slid it under the sofa, before answering the door. She was greeted by Dan, two guys that she recognised from Dans soccer team and two guys she didnt recognise but guessed they also played for the local soccer team. Shit, she looks hot said one of Dans friends. What did I say? And dressed to thrill as usual Replied Dan. Louisa motioned them into the living area, locked the door and took her kneeling positioned as ordered. She then said Why dont you all come and stand round me? The guys all gathered round her then Dan enquired So what did you want us to come over here for? Louisa paused, built up the courage, lifted her top and tucked the hem of her skirt into her waist band and then said I want you all to cum in my mouth. I want all five loads of cum in my mouth at once Your right Dan, she is a little slut! This is awesome One guy said amazed. See I wouldnt lie to you guys would I? Asked Dan. All the guys just shook their heads and started to get out there erect cocks. Louisa took Dans cock in her mouth while grabbing the erect member of the guy to his right in her left hand, her right hand then started to play with her clit. She carried this on for a couple of minutes before swapping the cock in her mouth, and this time using both her hands, one on each guy she had yet to stimulate. Louisa just concentrated on getting the guys off, instead of her own stimulation. She then continued this cycle changing the cocks every two minutes or so. Ten minutes passed and Louisa could see she wasnt getting very far, not giving all cocks the constant attention they needed so she said Look I need this cum so bad, please jerk yourself off if Ive not got your cock in my mouth or hands The guys couldnt wait to cum in the hot teenagers mouth so they kindly obliged her plea. Again she started the cycle but this time with the added help of the five guys, it took another ten minutes before one of the guys announced that he was coming, so she turned to him and opened her mouth as wide as possible to catch his load in her mouth. This was a catalyst for the other four guys, whom all soon came after this. She just knelt there with her head back and mouth wide, as they took it in turns to shoot their cum into her mouth. Louisa was just about to swallow the five loads when she remembered to her dismay that she had to orgasm first, with all the concentrating, she had let her orgasm slip far away. So she furiously worked at her clit, kneeling there with her mouth wide open burning with humiliation at the five guys watching her plus the two girls and the camcorder. The lads had all taken seats on the sofa and chairs, giving the camcorder a perfect view of her. Louisa worked her tits with her left hand in an attempt to get herself off as quickly as possible. It took Louisa 8 or 9 minutes of kneeling in that humiliating position, with five loads of cum in her mouth before she eventually orgasmed. But when she did it was the most powerful orgasm she had ever had, the teasing she had endured all day had built so much inside her. After calming done a little she was able to regain her composure and swallow the mouthful of cum, it took her three gulps to get all the cum from her mouth. Louisa then just slumped to the floor, humiliated and tired from the days events. The guys then just left without saying a word or checking to see if she was ok. The girls left her alone for the rest of the evening, knowing that Louisa would have a new role to play at college the next week and that they had far worse things lined up for her in the coming weekends. To be continued. ************************************************************************ All comments, reviews and suggestion are welcome. Im hoping to continue the story Ive got another two chapters planned, thats assuming you want me to continue?? Let me know. If theres something youd like to see in the story let me know Ill see what I can do! ************************************************************************

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Making Contact Journal Entry 264 / 01028 Noren, Hiss 21, 01028 Unable to sleep after the alarms, Kekashkah found herself in the ship's open library, browsing through the books looking for something to read. She had settled on a title, The Carthaginian Wars, and found a comfortable chair that would hold someone of her frame. She had gotten deep into a section on politics when a voice across the room said softly, "You people are mad." She looked up, startled to find the Ritan survivor Sandahl sitting across from her on a 'taur bench. She recovered long enough to ask, "We are?" "Or were," he said, holding up the book he had been reading. "Oh, the Ocare' book. Yes, well, we were a bit crazy back then. Starship design isn't my specialty, but I've heard about those designs. You must be Sandahl." He nodded. She thought his eyes looked sad. "I guess I'm the only one left." "I know. I'm sorry. You won't be the only one after a while. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring it up. I'm Kekashkah, but you can call me 'Kosh.'" "Kosh?" "Or Kashkah, if that's more to your liking." She pronounced it 'Koshkah.' "It sounds more Ritan," Sandahl agreed. She watched his eyes rove over her uniform and her face. "I think you're an Uncia. But are you male or female?" "It's a bit early to start putting me into categories, don't you think?" she asked with a laugh. "Yes, I'm an Uncia, and I'm female. Actually, thank you for asking. Sometimes, Pendorians can't tell the difference between the two." Sandahl nodded. "Can I ask you something else?" "You can ask me anything," Kashkah replied. Despite the confidence she felt, she was trembling inside. She was not qualified to be talking to Sandahl, especially not right now. "Do Pendorians have funerals?" "You mean, ceremonies for the dead?" Sandahl nodded. "Yes. They're usually very personal affairs with some common elements included so that everyone will recognize the ceremony for what it is." She picked up the book she had been reading, closed it, stroked the spine, and reopened it. Lance had perfectly anticipated her desires; on the front page was a schedule for the ceremony tomorrow. "We're dropping out of hyperspace tomorrow near an uninhabited solar system. We'll be there for about six hours; the ceremony is at five lome'." She found herself stifling a yawn. "Sorry, I'm not used to being up this late." "Neither am I," Sandahl admitted. "What are you doing up?" "Trying to go back to sleep. I'm Lieutenant Commander, Ship's Security." "Oh, so you responded to the alarm..." She nodded. "I'm sorry. We can't seem to stay off the subject, can we?" "I don't think I'll be able to avoid it for the next couple of days." He stood up. "Lance, can I take the book with me?" "Of course. Just remember to bring it back eventually." "I, um, don't know what to do when leaving yet." "Depends. If we're not friends, we just wave," Kashkah said. "If we are, we can do everything from a light touch to a lascivious hug." He reached out awkwardly with his hand. "Goodnight, Kashkah." Again startled, she reached with her own hand and rested the pads of her fingertips on his. "Goodnight, Sandahl." She watched him leave, then decided it was time she did the same. She felt troubled by the exchange she had had with the Ritan but she couldn't quite puzzle why. She left the book on the table. It had done its job. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Kashkah attended Erroll's funeral the next day. She had been the first security officer on the scene of his suicide the day before and had felt compelled to show up. She had to admit that she didn't understand a word of the Ritan spoken during the ceremony even though Lance offered to translate for her, and she didn't really feel anything for the sad, green-furred alien who had disappeared in the night, jumping out an airlock into the inexpressible vastness of hyperspace. She had seen Sandahl there, standing on the sideline. For some reason he reminded her of an atom; she understood that matter was mostly empty space and Sandahl now seemed to embody that-- a single particle in surroundings that from a distance seemed rich, varied, and solid, but when examined up close she could see that he was desperately alone and far away from anyone who might be around him. Afterward, she returned to her cabin to prepare for bed. She had not seen a busy day, just as she had not seen any busy days for the past several weeks and for that she felt extremely grateful. A Terran friend of hers had called security officer on a Pendorian vessel "a maytag job." She had had to look up that particular unit of slang and she still did not understand the origin-- why would anyone take a job where one really did nothing at all?-- but sometimes she appreciated the quiet of Pendorian starships. She had just poured herself a cup of warm milk-- sometimes the cat in her was more pronounced that even she cared to admit-- and was sitting down to finish reading a romance novel she had had on the shelves for too long when Lance interrupted her. "Kashkah?" "Yes, Lance?" she asked, a little exasperated. "Sandahl is asking if you are up to receiving visitors." "Me?" she asked, surprised. "I would not be calling you otherwise. Yes, you." She looked around the room, hoping it was clean enough before agreeing. "Yah, I guess. I can see him if he wants." "He apparently does." A few minutes later a chime on the door told her that Sandahl had arrived. She opened the door and allowed him in. "Hi," he said. "I hope it's okay if I visit." "Yes, sure. I was just a little surprised by your asking." She stood out of the way and allowed him in. "Have a seat. There's a bench over there that'll fit you." She pointed and he nodded, taking it. She watched him move, admiring the fluid motion of his fur and the way those two tendrils-- his guss, she recalled-- maintained a perfectly even keel even as he bounced slightly with his walk. She watched him for a moment and he watched her, and apparently he knew as little as she about starting the conversation. "Sandahl?" "Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to stare. I was reminded of a dror looking at you. It is a predator species found in snowbound regions. Was a species." "Well, I'm based on a predator gene, but I'm not going to eat you." "That's good." He gave a sound that she took for a nervous laugh. "I just made myself something to drink, but I'd be happy to get you something if you like. Can I get you anything?" "Well, I am a little hungry but I could go back to my cabin--" "No, you wait there. I'll fix you something." Kashkah retreated into the tiny kitchen, grateful for the opportunity to cover her nervousness. She had no idea what she was doing here-- she wasn't qualified to be talking to Sandahl at all, especially not the day after the only other member of his species in the entire universe had killed himself! She pulled out of statis a few ingredients for a quick snack. "Calm down," she whispered to herself as her fingers took to the familiar task of chopping and rolling nori around rice, salmon and celery. A few minutes later she placed ten rolls on a wooden plate and walked back out into the main room. "Here," she said with a smile. "Thanks. What are they?" "Grain, vegetables, and fish. You should be able to eat them without problem." He nodded, took one and popped it into his mouth. His eyebrows registered delight, and she smiled as he ate two more. She took two for herself. "Traditionally, you're supposed to eat them with a very strong spice called wasabi and a salted liquid called shoyu, but they're fine just as they are." "After I met you," he said after swallowing, "I went back to my cabin to do a little reading about Uncia. I was reading about the Uncia Climatic Zone on Pendor, a region of rather hot weather that seems to be almost provincial for you. And there's some kind of ritual combat for who gets to live closest to the ocean?" She nodded with a grin. Explaining this to other Pendorians was difficult enough-- explaining it to an alien would be a feat. "You have to understand Uncia. The UCZ is just that... the area where Uncia are usually most comfortable without clothing. We're really a very standard Pendorian species but underneath it all is this complicated desire for us to be different. We were the fourth Pendorian species, after Centaurs, Humans and Felinzi, and we really wanted to be distinct from the Felinzi, and from everybody else. So we moved away from everybody and founded our own little homes. Arguments broke out over who could live where, and the ancient Uncia G'rath in his wisdom created the Contests. They happen every ten years even if these days they're a little more like athletic competitions than real violence. It's not like the first century." She took a deep breath. "We're civilized these days." "You sound sad." "Well, it's like we failed. A little. We're not the all- powerful warrior predators we imagined we were going to be. We're still the most populous species in the Pendorian military. And there are the Uncia Dragronriders of Pendor. Things like that make us look ferocious." She smiled, showing her teeth. He leaned back a little. "Wow." He kept watching her, and she admitted to herself that she enjoyed the attention. "So what about you?" "Me?" he asked. "Yeah, you. What was your house like?" Sandahl leaned back and started. "I lived in the town of Kimmonowal, one of the towns built after the war. I was born there. My parents were both older members of the Forcassa Project." He shrugged. "I can't really think of what to say about that time. I mean, it was tough; the continent was still pretty wild even after twenty years of the Project. My mother was killed by a, uhm, flaming liquid bomb while out on a mission. I was only four, I don't remember very much about that time. My father was never a very happy mel after that. He drank too much, although never so much that he couldn't fly a scheduled mission the next day. He was good to me. Maybe because I was the only family he had anymore. He taught me how to fly and he made me go through the academy. There wasn't much of a social life there and I didn't have many friends. Most of them died fighting Tream anyway. "I made it through the ranks to take my father's position as primary mission lead on the Forcassa II-t project, one of the four senior pilots. A lot of that came from my medical training, which I also took because of my mother. She was a doctor, and her brother was too, so Uncle Rathe taught me a lot. I flew every day, even if it was just to go to class." Kashkah looked at him curiously. "Two-t? Was there a two-c, or two-g?" "There was supposed to be a backup project, the two-c. Heeram was doing the details on putting a second cryo team out into space." She sputtered, surprised. "Does anybody know about this?" "Why?" he asked, bewildered. "I don't think it got anywhere." "Sandahl, my understanding is that you were put into cryo early. A year before the war began. Who knows what they got done in a year? We should have search teams out there looking right now!" He blinked, his guss drooping. "I never thought of that. Who do I tell?" "Lance?" she said, looking up at the ceiling. "With your permission, Sandahl?" the AI responded. Sandahl nodded. "Advising the team. We have not yet made contact with Pendor, but the message will do the circuit as soon as possible." "Well, that's interesting news," she said, over the couch at the Ritan. "I wish we'd known about that earlier." "It didn't occur to me to tell anyone," he admitted abashedly. She wondered how likely that was, or if he was just protecting the other crew. He might still have doubts about the Pendorian motives. Sometimes, if Kashkah were asked privately, she had doubts herself. "Kashkah, how do Pendorians do it? I mean, on Ritacha there were wars and fights and all kinds of crap just because people had different fur colors, or different shapes, or different languages. Pendorians have all kinds of different languages and even more different shapes, but you all seem to get along. How?" "In school, they taught us two things. One, that we don't have to fight other Pendorians to get what we need, like food, water, a roof over our heads. That stuff is available to anyone who needs it. Someday it might be different, when the Ring is full. But until then we won't have a reason to fight. War is theft. You have what I think I need." She grinned. "You're asking a soldier those questions, but you are a soldier. You should know the answers already." "Never thought about it that way," Sandahl admitted. "Anyway, we were exposed to all other kinds of species when we were younger. There was never a reason to question why they were different. I mean, sure I asked, 'What kind of species is he?'" She paused. "Besides, we all knew we were made by Shardik. That made us equal in a way. Nobody arguing over whose god is better." They were silent for a time. Kashkah sipped at her milk. Sandahl finally broke the silence. "It's a little like home, but it's not. There's so much emphasis here on pride, shame, respect-- these were things that sort-of existed, but sometimes not really. The end justified the means sometimes, especially if nobody saw the means until it was too late to argue." "I don't know what to say to that." She leaned over and placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked up into her face as his guss hovered over her hand as if exploring it, and he looked down at it to see with his eyes as well. "Everyone has been so afraid to break seeds around me." He placed his hand on hers. "I guess I'm a little jealous. You're all touching each other, but I'm not part of that." "That's because we don't know how you feel about being touched," Kashkah admitted, looking down at her hand. "I don't know how you feel about it." He patted her hand again. "I don't know how I feel about it either." She pulled her chair closer to the 'taur bench on which he had stretched himself out. He sat up straight off the lean-to to watch her closely. "You use those things to feel, right?" she asked, pointing to his guss. "Almost," he agreed. "I use them to create a sense of what's around me. It's hard to describe. It's like hearing, feeling... It's like trying to describe a smell by describing things you eat, you understand?" "They're close, but they're not really close." "Right," he agreed. "Use them on me. Try to get a sense of what I feel like in three dimensions." Hesitatingly, he reached out with his guss until they arced over his shoulders and hovered over hers. Slowly, they moved over her face only centimeters away, crossed over her ears and made their way down her body. She wondered if he could feel her trembling. Part of her was terrified by what she was thinking. And part of her was exhilarated. "Can they feel through clothing?" "Not very effectively," he admitted. "They are mostly effective at scaling out the same surfaces you can see. But they're useful for a 'taur that doesn't have eyes in the back of his head and needs to maneuver, especially when running from predators, but needs his eyes more forward and binocular to handle tools." "Ah," she said, holding still as he directed his guss over her thighs. "Would you like me to take this off? I can let you get a better sense of me that way." She thought maybe she had gone too far. It occurred to her only after she suggested it that the Ritans had a nudity taboo that might be strong, even in such an 'agnostic' group as the Forcassans. But he surprised her saying, "If you wish." She reached up and unbuckled the collar at her throat. Running her fingers down the length of the jacket, it opened across her chest and down to her waist, where it turned a sharp corner and ran back along her waist to the other side again. She stood up and slipped out of the jumpsuit uniform, folded it carefully and placed it on an empty chair. "Ah, much better. It's so nice to get out of that thing." She grinned, hoping that her obvious pleasure at getting out of uniform masked somewhat the trepidation she felt inside. "Kashkah? May I touch you? With my hands?" "Yes." She didn't stop to consider the question. She noticed that his hands trembled as he lowered them carefully to her legs, touching her just on the knees. "Sandahl?" she asked. He pulled his hands back to him but he left his guss hanging between them. "Maybe I never really believed you all were real." "Sometimes we don't know either," she admitted. "Our virtual reality systems are indistinguishable from real life; some of the robots you meet in the hallway might have organic brains running them, and some of the people you meet in the hallways might have robot brains upstairs." He nodded. "Kashkah, what do you want from me?" She thought before answering. "I want you to be comfortable, Sandahl. I think asking you to be happy at this point is asking too much from anyone. And I want to get to know you better for my own reasons. You seem so lost. I was scared out of my fur when Lance told me you were coming over. I'm not qualified to talk to you. I'm just a cop." "That's why I came over. You're not part of his team." He wrung his hands. "I needed someone to talk to. You were the only person I'd met who wasn't a part of Ken's team and might not report back to him if I asked you not to." "His team is just looking after you." "I'm not Erroll." "They don't know that. But I won't tell him anything if you don't want me to. Unless--" She saw him look up sharply, as she had expected. "Unless I start thinking you're going to do what he did." He nodded. "That will do." She smiled. "Good," she said. "Then we agree on something." He laughed. "I do like you," he finally announced. "Good," she said. "I decided I liked you yesterday. What took you so long?" She yawned wide. "Damn, it's far past my usual bedtime." "Mine too," Sandahl admitted. "I won't keep you up." He rose from his chair and stretched. "Thanks for the... whatever they're called. Can I see you tomorrow?" "Sushi rolls. And I'd like that," she agreed. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Late the next evening, Kashkah met Sandahl at his cabin and the two of them made their way to one of the larger performance halls available on the ship. All Kashkah had told him was that the show was "Traditional Terran percussion." A young melUncia stood up on stage to introduce the opening. "Good evening and welcome to the Nyano Handele ad-hoc Daiko Dojo performance." Some members of the audience chuckled at a joke Kashkah didn't get. She decided it must have been something of a personal story behind it. "Tonight we are going to feature the works of two of the, um, louder composers of the late Terran 20th Century-- Seiichi Tanaka and Leonard Eto. We are not a professional Daiko Dojo, but we shall endeavor our best to bring to you their work as we have rehearsed it over the past couple of months." For the next hour, Kashkah reveled in the raw power six performers working with traditional drums and percussives managed to roll into the audience. Without amplification of any kind profound waves of sound rolled through their bodies and the audience seemed to roll with the beats of sound like long sheaves of grass in a meadow. The last piece they played was a crowning moment of force that left her and it seemed everyone around her stunned into motionlessness when it ended abruptly. It took four or five seconds for everyone to recover, and then people were on their feet, clapping and cheering wildly for the performers. Afterward, Sandahl surprised her by taking her by the arm as she led him down the hallways. "That was amazing," he said. "It was," she agreed, smiling. "I mean, It wasn't as good as professional Daiko drummers who practice every day, but I do admire people who try. They were good as could be expected. And that was not bad at all." "When we get to Pendor you could show me a professional show." "They're much louder," she warned, giving him a smile. "And they usually go on for hours. Someone once told me that origin of Daiko is very old and was done to frighten away evil spirits. I think it was done to impress the peasants." Sandahl smiled. "So, does everyone on the ship do this? Some kind of constantly running talent show?" She laughed. "No, nothing like that. Some people just get bored and learn a new skill or pick up an old one. Sometimes that's a performance skill so they like to show off. They can check with the social op to see if a hall is clear and reserve it." They found themselves back at his quarters. "So this is where you've been hiding?" she asked. He nodded. "I didn't mean to hide. I just wasn't ready to come out." He led her inside. The room was spartan and undecorated with few hints that someone actually lived there. "Lance picks up my clothes. I shouldn't let him do that, but he insists." "He'll stop after a while. Once you're used to a clean place. Won't you, Lance?" "Of course," the AI replied. "It is my duty to civilize anyone who comes on board. You, for example, are quite good at picking up your clothes, but have a terrible habit of leaving dirty dishes about. A little mold and a bout of food illness might make you change your mind." "Don't you dare." "I don't have to do anything. I'm not an Asimov design after all." "What does that mean?" Sandahl asked. "It means he can kill people if he has to. Which means he's just like everyone else on this ship, free to act of their own will." Sandahl's eyes widened in fear and his guss, which had hidden for much of the concert, flew up in a pattern Kashkah interpreted as alarm. "It's okay, Sandahl. It's part of his duty to defend the ship, or those on it. He's not Heeram or Tream. You should know that by now." He nodded, taking a deep breath. "There are so many things to get used to." "You will. Eventually." He nodded. "Tell me about Pendor. What is it like for you?" She took a seat and thought for a moment. "Fah, it's hard to know where to start. Well, I grew up in the Herrych province of the northern Uncia Climactic Zone. My parents were relatively young then and so weren't really high on the ritual list by maturity, although my father had found honor a few times in the Contest. None of that really mattered to my education or my status, it was more a thing to have rituals for. I still love the old Uncia rituals a lot and I want to do a few of them when I get back to my family on Pendor." She clasped her hands together. "Pendor is... huge. You look up into the sky and there's more of your world than you know you can ever possibly see in all your lifetime. There's more world in one little solar orbit than there is in all of the rest of the known universe combined. We have so many different evolutionary paths, segmented by deserts and oceans, that depending on where you go on Pendor you could meet creatures nobody else has ever seen before." She laughed. "It's funny, though. We only have a few cities. Most of them are supports for large endeavors, like schools, or the military. We have specialized areas called Castles, which are central administration sites, but only one of those is also a city, and that's the military's. "Dad was strange. He didn't like swimming, for one thing. Mom loved it. Dad also introduced me to Daiko, and there's a group in the Herrych province that's just amazing. They can play 'Tsunami' on odaiko so powerfully the provinces next door have told us to warn them before it's played. If the wind is coming in from the sea the sound carries for nearly twenty kilometers, and we have six two-meter drums. It's the kind of sound armies used to frighten their opponents into the night." She grinned. "But it was Mom who taught me how to hunt and fish and stuff. I had a lot friends, including R'Cebba, who was unusual 'cause she was born a blackfur-- patterns of black and white reversed. We got along great." She looked up at him. "I had a very normal and quiet life. I've learned to do a lot of things over the years, and being a guard was one of them. I decided to put my name on this mission roster because I wanted to get off-world again. And this was an adventure offering. Some adventure. The only thing that happens to me as a security guard is I get to be the first on the scene to report what the AI already knows." She sighed. "Sorry. Didn't mean to bring that up again." "That's okay. I can't imagine getting away from it any time soon." A soft chime went off overhead. "What was that?" "My alarm, reminding me that it's time for me to get some sleep." She yawned to emphasize the point. "I guess... this is goodnight, Sandahl." "I should head back as well," he replied. "Good night, Kashkah." He stood. She followed him to the door, then surprised both of them by pressing her nose against his cheekruff. "See you tomorrow?" she asked. Sandahl's guss touched his cheek gently as if to confirm what had happened there a moment before. "Sure. I suppose." "Good," she said with a lopsided smile as the door closed between them. Kashkah took a deep breath, held it, released it. She looked at the closed door and said, "What in the ring am I doing?" "Seducing our guest, it would seem," Lance said. "I hate to make your life more difficult, Kashkah, but I need your judgment on something. Which one of us tells Ken? Or does neither one of us tell him?" Kashkah shook her head. "I'm not going to. It's like Sandahl said. I'm not part of Ken's team-- that's why he talks to me. I'm not going to become part of Ken's team. What about you?" "I think your judgment is right. I won't tell him either. It's not his business." "Thanks, Lance." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Nevertheless, word got back to someone on the Alpha team. Eight days later, Kashkah found a note in her mail instructing her to make an appointment with Brieanna Flanders at the earliest possible time. Kashkah checked with Lance and found that the earliest possible time was "immediately," so she cleared a little extra time with the person she was due to relieve and headed up into the medical section of the ship. "It's open," a feminine voice said as she stood in front of Brieanna Flander's door. "Come in, please." Nervously, Kashkah took her seat opposite Doctor Flander's. "I'm going to be gentle, officer. Don't worry." "It's about Sandahl, isn't it?" The human nodded. Kashkah sighed. "I'm afraid I can't tell you much about him." "I have seen you with him on three separate occasions," Brieanna said. "And after talking to some of the crew, it's apparent that you and he are spending some time together. I don't want to have to ask this of you, Kashkah, but it is my job to make sure that Sandahl doesn't follow Erroll into the great beyond." "I thought it would be convenient for you if he did." "Convenient for whom?" Brieanna asked. "Ken would lose a valuable source of information and inspiration; I would lose reputation. My specialty is severe depression. Losing Erroll was quite a blow." Kashkah thought about it. "I understand, Doctor. But I promised him that I would not inform on him to anyone in Alpha's team." "You gave him your word on that?" Kashkah nodded. "Yes. My word." "I don't suppose that there were any exceptions to it?" "I did say that if I thought he was headed in the same direction Erroll was, that I would inform you immediately." Brieanna leaned back in her chair and looked deep in thought for a moment. "I see. You're putting me in a hard position, Kashkah. How do you feel about your judgments on the manner?" "Pretty good. I'm a cop, Doctor. My task is to make judgments like that on a regular basis. My central training was in domestic disputes." "Not immediately relevant," Brieanna pointed out, "but I suppose it will have to keep me happy. I'm glad Sandahl is finally out and walking around the ship. This isn't a warning, Kashkah, not really, but... take good care of him." "I intend to, Doctor. I intend to." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "What did they want to know?" Sandahl asked that evening when he met her in the forward dining hall. "Actually, she first wanted to know what I could say. When I told her I couldn't say anything, she respected that. I was kinda surprised at that at first but it made sense to me afterward. Anyway, they know you and I are talking." Sandahl sat back and digested that thought. "Do they think we're doing anything else?" Kashkah shrugged. "They might. I don't care if they do. We're not." Sandahl took a moment. "Kashkah, do you ever think about it?" "About what?" "Doing more than just talking?" "Well, sure," she chuckled. "I have friends I get into bed with and friends I don't. I get the feeling from you that you're one of the friends I should be getting into bed with and that's a little confusing for me, but I'll live with it." "Why am I one of those people you should be getting into bed with?" Kashkah gave thought before answering. "Because there's nothing professional going on between us. No, that's not right. Because while we have lots of things in common, none of those are antagonistic. We're not friendly rivals. Most of the friends I have that I don't sleep with I also have a rivalry of sorts with." She sighed. "But that's not right either. Oh, I don't know. You just feel like it." He grinned, his guss curling slightly along with his muzzle. "I guess I should feel flattered." "Doesn't that ever get tiring?" she asked, pointing at his guss. "What?" "Holding them up in the air like that. It reminds of a Tindal trying to hold his arms out at his sides all day. Guss are a lot lighter but there's not a lot of room for muscle in all that." "Not really," he said, turning to his left to look at one. "They're just there. The muscle structure underneath is lots and lots of interlinking layers that have a constant tension. Very old Ritans would sometimes lose the ability to hold them up all day, but even they managed to keep them up for short periods of time." He grinned. "Much like other portions of the anatomy." Kashkah hmphed. "Your anatomy, maybe." "Well, yeah," he agreed. "Male anatomy." They were quiet until Kashkah noticed he was looking at her very curiously. "Sandahl?" "I was just trying to remember when I stopped thinking of you as an alien and started treating you as a friend of mine." The comment surprised her. "I thought I was always trying to be a friend." "Trying, yes," he said. "Somewhere in there, though, I figured out that I really liked you." Kashkah considered her next words carefully. "A few minutes ago we were talking about going to bed together. Do you still want to... um..." "Can we? I mean, is it even physically possible?" Kashkah decided it was time to confess. "I've been reading a few of the books that have been translated from your language to ours. I wanted to know that question myself. I think so. At least, I got the impression that it was possible for us." Sandahl put his hands across the table, reaching for hers. She let her hands be captured. "Then I would love to... what was that word? Rhysh?" She chuckled. "Rhyshing means a lot of different things to a lot of different people. It's not a well-defined word, but the best meaning I've heard for it is something you've never done before." "Then it applies here," Sandahl pointed out. "I guess it does." She stood, taking his hands with her. He rose and joined her as they walked-- almost ran-- back to her cabin. As the door closed behind them she turned to him and pulled him into a hug. He relaxed against her almost immediately, wrapping his arms around her torso with a deep and satisfied sigh. "Oh... I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be held." "That's a bad thing to forget," she sighed. Her hands roamed over his head and back, carefully avoiding the two stalks at the back of his head where his guss began. She realized that it had been too long since she had last had a lover of her own. Holding Sandahl, she felt both frightened and elated-- she knew that if she made a serious mistake here and hurt him, it wouldn't just be the end of their relationship but she could very well doom the plans of Ken Shardik and the entire Alpha team. Somehow, though, she didn't care. She had had her fair share of first times and she had always been as careful as possible. Almost all of them had worked out even if the relationships they were a part of did not. "Kashkah?" "Yes?" "Are you nervous?" She looked down at his face and shook her head. "I was just thinking that. No, I'm not." "I am," he said with a gulp. "Don't worry too much," she said with a smile. "I've had lovers before, Sandahl, even a Ssphynx." They separated long enough for her to lead him into the bedroom. Unlike the front part of her cabin, this smallish space was entirely hers and it reflected her feline nature to a great extent. On the walls were the pelts of two large animals, stretched and preserved. Between them hung a pair of long knives, one straight, the other possessing a curiously wicked-looking hook at the end. The bed, a square platform barely raised above the floor, was covered in a deep, shaggy material of a dark green color. Sandahl touched it carefully, his guss lowering so he could examine it with all his senses. "It's artificial," Kashkah said, watching him. "I'm not even sure what it's supposed to be. It's hard to keep clean and it picks up scent easily, but I like the way it feels. I guess it's trying to be grass. I've lain on grass--it feels nothing like that." She sat down on the bed and motioned for him to join her. He stepped onto the bed cautiously, gauging it, before crouching down and then rolling over onto his side. She watched him roll over and admired what she saw as he did so. She found him quite handsome, despite her perception that the short, wide hindbody made him sometimes look like Ssphynx that had gotten caught in a trash compactor. His roll brought him face-to-face with her, and she again felt her duty to be reassuring come up. "What are you thinking about?" Sandahl asked her. She blinked. She hadn't realized that the building frustration within her had become visible. "I feel like a cop." "You are a cop," Sandahl pointed out. "But I guess you mean here, with me?" She nodded. "I'm trying not to be the person I am when I'm... working. Usually, the worst thing I have to deal with as a ship's security officer is people going stir crazy and being dangerous to their partners, roommates, or other crewfen. I have to be reassuring then. Tell them it's okay. And if they don't accept that it's okay, I have to get tough." "I thought you said you weren't nervous?" "I changed my mind," she said. He closed the distance between them and nuzzled against her cheekfur. "So have I." His tongue touched her lips and sent shivers through her body. She responded with a sigh and a kiss of her own, opening her mouth and allowing his tongue to touch hers. Her hands roamed over the sides of his torso, touching, probing. She let her fingertips run down the lengths of his forelegs, finding the broad pads of his feet and stroking them softly, making his body tense up. "Ticklish?" she asked. "Don't do that," he said. "Not now, anyway." "I'll remember," she said, letting his feet go. His hands were also on her, touching her chest and roaming down the length of her body until they almost reached between her thighs. Her length allowed her sex to be just out of his reach. She thought that must be a far cry from what it must be like when two Ritans start lovemaking, their genitals separated by the lengths of their hindbodies. He was suddenly so eager! She appreciated the attention especially from him. She let her hands run free along his body, partly trying to please him but also trying to learn his anatomy. She wanted to know what pleased him, where she could touch him to give him the most sensation. But it was his hands all over her that really set the pace. He touched her chest. "Weird," he said. "I'm not used to sleeping with someone so... flat, I guess." He grinned. His hands coasted down her belly to touch her thighs and then, tentatively, between them. "Good, you are female." "You had doubts?" she asked with a laugh. "You haven't gotten far enough to tell yet, anyway. Males can retract their entire, um, is there a word for both parts put together? What am I asking you for? Lance?" "None that is not immediately medical," the AI responded quietly before again closing the connection with a click. She turned back to him. He was looking at her puzzled. "Both parts? Your males have two..." She blinked, then looked at him. "No, they have... don't you have... " She suddenly rolled over and started her way down the length of his body. "Can I see?" Startled, Sandahl raised one rearleg. "You don't have a scrotum." "A what?" "A..." She looked up, twisted a whisker momentarily. "We'd better start at the beginning. You're male, right?" He nodded. "So you're the one who produces the emission part, right, the sperm?" He nodded again. "I can't believe I didn't notice this when I was looking at the biology books earlier. It never occurred to me. Where are the organs that produce sperm in a Ritan male?" "Right about here," he said, bending inwards and pointing to two spots below where the kidneys would have been on a Sphynx. "What do your males have?" "Well, their testes are in a small sac that hangs below the penis. I can show you later, but..." "They're outside the body?" "Well, uh, I mean, it's part of the body, like the penis, but... Yeah." "Why?" "I don't know. I think it has something to do with a design flaw that requires that they be at a lower temperature than the rest of the body to operate properly." She looked at his penis, mostly retracted into its sheath, and with a curious hand reached out to touch it. "It's pretty." "It's pretty?" he asked, then gasped as she wrapped her hand around it. "Yeah," she said. As it emerged from its sheath, she found herself admiring it even more. It wasn't terribly large, certainly nothing as huge as a full-size 'taur's, and she liked the way he smelled at this distance. It also had an interesting bent right at the head, as if the tip were tilted upward on purpose. She wanted to taste him, find out what he was like. She wriggled downwards in the bed until she could get her muzzle close to it. The smell was even stronger her, like fresh flowers. She extended the tip of her tongue to touch the tip of his cock, tasting the salt and sweat of his body. "Don't watch," she said with a joke as she opened her muzzle and slowly slid her tongue along the length of it. He apparently took her word seriously, closing his eyes and relaxing as her mouth surrounded his erection. She pursed what thin lips she had around the circumference, feeling its meaty surface against her lips and tongue as she slid down the length of it. His sheath peeled back as she made her way down toward it. She enjoyed going down on mels; the sensation of being able to have someone completely in her power and give them pleasure at the same time thrilled her in ways she had trouble putting words to. Her heart beat louder in her chest as she took a deep breath, swallowed, and pressed the last length of him against the back of her throat. He moaned loudly as she sucked him down, then withdrew. "Kash..." he gasped, clearly as thrilled as she was at her skills. "Oh, Goddess..." She continued sucking on him until she began to notice a steady stream of what she guessed to be precome, the went to a bobbing, rhythmic motion of her head and her hand, tugging at his sheath with her fingertips and trying to turn him on even more. It apparently worked. His body tensed and released as she stroked at him. "Close, Kash, careful..." he gasped. She ignored his warning; she wanted him to climax in her mouth. She had asked Lance enough to know that swallowing his come would be safe for her. She stroked her mouth along the length of his musky cock, enjoying the scent of his fur on every downstroke and the moans from his mouth on the up. "Kash!" he warned her one last time before his body went rigid, his legs thrusting straight out underneath him as her mouth was filled with his seed. She licked at it with her earnest tongue, rolling it around in her mouth. He trembled at her finishing touches before she smiled at up him. "You taste good," she said. "Really?" he asked. "Nobody ever told me that before." He smiled. "Thank you." She reached up and hugged him tightly. "Thank you," she said with a giggle. "I love doing that to guys I like." "Really?" "Yes," she emphasized. "So," she sighed, rolling over onto her back. "Can we put that pretty thing inside me, or do I have to wait until morning?" "You'll probably have to wait until morning," he agreed. "I don't recharge very fast." "That's okay," she sighed. She snuggled close to him. "Stay with me tonight?" He grinned at her. She was suddenly feeling vulnerable, and she was pleased that he could tell. "I'll do that." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Good," she mumbled. She awoke to the sound of water running. Alert ears told her that the bathroom door had been opened, then closed, and then padded feet made their way across the floor to the midroom door. "Hey," she said softly. "Aren't you coming back to bed?" Sandahl turned, his guss drooping significantly. "I, um, didn't want to keep you from your morning routine." She snorted. "Screw my routine," she said earnestly. "I don't have to be on duty for two hours. More than enough time to do all sorts of things." She turned over in bed, crawling to the lip of the bowl and regarding him carefully. "You were trying to run out on me, weren't you?" He swallowed. "Yeah, I... Kash, I don't know what to say to you in the morning." She looked at him and saw, not for the first time, how alone and vulnerable he looked. "Don't run away from me, Sandahl. I like you." "You do?" he asked, surprised. "Yeah," she said. "You've been good company. And you have gorgeous eyes." "They're the usual color for people on Ritacha. You have beautiful eyes, Kash." "See, you're calling me 'Kash' already. And blue is common in my species; forest green eyes are damned rare in any species on Pendor except maybe dragons." He chuckled and walked back to the bed. "Are dragons the exception to everything?" She nodded. "Well, your color usually only happens in cinema stars." "I am not a cinema star," she said. "I'm a cop." He grinned as he crawled into bed. She eagerly touched his chest, his forelegs. Her muzzle sought his out and they licked each others' cheek, kissed, tongues touching. She moaned softly as her passion began to rise. "I can't believe you were going to leave me like this. You promised to fuck me this morning." "I did, I guess. I'm not sure how to go about it, though. Never had sex with a biped before." "It's easy," she purred. "First, though, we both have to get a little warmer." She touched his face with her hands, then his neck, then down his front torso. His hands were in her dense fur, stroking and touching. The quality of their furs was very different, she noticed; hers was very dense and fine, his was a little less dense and the individual hairs were very thick and surprisingly long. She enjoyed touching him and loved the feeling of his hands upon her. She thought about what his penis with its curious bend might feel like inside her and felt her own nether lips grow slightly moist at the idea. She reached down the length of his body, finding his erection solidly exposed. "You want to use this?" she asked. "How?" he asked. "Like this," she said, turning over onto all fours, her legs spread wide, her tail out of the way. "Like this." She turned her head to watch him. She felt a finger touch her wet pussy and gave a soft hum of pleasure. He hadn't touched her directly like that last night and she admitted to herself that she wanted it now. His finger slid into her and the hum grew louder. "Sandahl... " He silently slid his finger out of her, then eased his body over hers. She reached behind herself with both hands, her head resting on the mattress of the cupped bed, and found his erection seeking its mark. She guided it to her opening and allowed him to slid easily into her. "Ohhhh!" she moaned as it made its way deep into her. She had to admit that she couldn't tell a difference in the shape of the head of his penis to that of any other species'. Not that it mattered. He was inside her. That was all that mattered He groaned as well, and she saw him pitch forward to catch his hands on the edge of the bed. His cock was buried deep inside her and she could feel him thrusting, softly. "You are so soft inside," he said gently. She looked up into his eyes as he bent down to see hers. "You feel so good," she replied, her voice deep and throaty. "Fah, Sandahl, fuck me." "Yes, officer," he said as his increased the pitch and force of his thrusts. She moaned, grabbing a pillow to muffle the noises she would make as he became more insistent. But he didn't. He kept up a steady pace, making love to her solidly, slowly. After so long, she wondered where he found the patience and the strength! His cock was a ram inside her, thrusting back and forth, taking care not to go too deep or to fall out. He was so skilled. "I am never letting you go, Sandahl. Oh, Fah, oh Fah!" Her orgasm washed over her without warning. Sandahl just kept going. She could hear his breathing becoming ragged; he must be wearing out, and yet he was slowing down! "Sandahl?" she asked. "Just... making... it... last..." His words were cut off by a soft, high-pitched wail as he came, his orgasm lasting a lot longer than she would have thought possible than she would have thought possible for a male. And then he collapsed. "Oh, Goddess, Kash, thank you. Thank you." "You're so welcome," she said, lunging forward to let his cock drop out of her as she craned to kiss his cheeks and chin. "You're so welcome." "Wow," he said. "Good?" she asked. "Yeah." "Promise not to run away again? See me again? You are so good!" He blushed. "I promise to come back," he said. "Tonight?" she asked, her eyes brightening. He thought for a few seconds. "Yeah," he agreed. "Tonight." "Good!" she said, wrestling him down to the bed with her, cuddling him. "Then it's a date." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- A Day At Castle Rhysh Journal Entry 246 / 00519 Noren, Hiss 03, 00519 They must have let me sleep late, because the first thing I remember is coming to consciousness by myself, which is pretty unusual in itself for Rhysh. I went to the bathroom and my appearance in the mirror was pretty wretched, so I washed my face off with a cloth and soap and decided that I looked better. I hate Gessler nullifiers! The first thing I knew as I looked in the mirror was that hand about my throat and the words "What are you doing standing?" at my ear. Lynn! "Yes, mistress," I said, dropping to my knees quickly. "That's better, Kennet. I let you sleep late, you know. We have a lunch date." A cold band was snapped about my neck and she said, "Come!," walking way. There was a jerk at my throat. Leashed, I was led out into the hallway, which was now bustling with slaves going about the more mundane activities of cleaning and carrying. Lynn led me through a variety of halls to the western covered dining square, a large room set with many tables and whitewashed mesh chairs. I crawled as quickly as I could to avoid the choking leash as she led me to one of the larger tables. I could see a pair of black bellbottom pants under the table. Next to the chair knelt a young FemTindal. "Teela," Lynn said. The legs uncrossed. "Lynn! Oh I'm so pleased you decided to take me up on my invitation. You look good. How have you been?" "It's been interesting," Lynn replied. "Is that your choice?" Teela asked. "He looks a touch scrawny, my dear. Why him?" "I have my reasons. Have you seen his face?" "No. May I?" "Of course," Lynn replied. Warm, furry fingers traced under my jaw and lifted my head up, and I was looking into the eyes of a somewhat Siamese Felinzi, examining me carefully. "Oh," she said as she let me go, my head immediately dropping back to its more submissive downward gave. The floor was very carefully varnished wood, set with little rivulets as each plank met plank. "I see your reasons." I couldn't see it, but I could feel Lynn's smile. "Yes. He is quite a prize, don't you agree?" A large Uncia came by and said "Mistresses, what would you have?" Teela and Lynn ordered lunch as I knelt on the floor, waiting. "You have to watch tonight," Teela said. "It's positively the hottest scene being acted out in the castle." "Oh, really?" Lynn asked quietly. "What's been happening in my absence?" "You remember Dane Grell?" "Isn't he that tall Markal? The one with the big roleplaying kick?" Lynn mused for a moment. "As I recall, he was quite a hit among the younger set. Although anyone with the time could have found that he took his ideas from watching old Terran cinema." "Only AIs have that time, Lynn. Quite a strength to give up." "But I like being human. It has such advantages. Especially when one has such lovely pets." She reached down and stroked my hair. The shame of being her 'pet' was starting to overwhelm. "Now you were talking about Dane." "Yes. He has this wonderful little scene that you simply must attend. His latest conquest is a slave named Debard. And you must watch these two in action. They'll be playing tonight, in the main courtyard. Promise me you'll watch." Lynn nodded. "I shall. Since you say it's quite a sight." Naked, I kneeled on the floor next to my mistress, quietly waiting her next command, painfully aware. Teela's own toy was a tall, lovely girl who never looked up, never spoke. Better trained than I, I realized. Lynn's hand would sometimes fall into view, sometimes with a small morsel that I gratefully licked from her fingers. She seemed to find that amusing, and would stroke my hair afterwards. The hour passed quietly, and Lynn took my leash and said, "Come." Leading me quickly across the floor, past chatting masters and kneeling slaves, I became quickly aware of just how lost I was, how mixed in with this environment where I was just one of many. Well, not 'just.' I was still a prize slave, if only for my origin if not my training. And Lynn still had the respect of the populace of Rhysh, as she had said yesterday. She led me to a wide curtain and spoke to someone standing there, "Have him washed. I would like him prepared before the evening's festivities begin." "As you wish, My Lady," the voice replied, indicating to me that I was listening to an Uncia. "You," the voice continued, tugging at my leash, "Under the curtain." I complied with the command, crawling under the curtain and coming into another wide circular area, at the center of which was a large pool. "You may stand in here," said another voice. I slowly rose to my feet, feeling the change in demands to my sore and aching muscles. The punishments of the morning had faded somewhat, but I was still aching. I looked for the origin of the voice and when I recognized the speaker, I stuttered for a moment before managing to stammer, "Ally?" Ally Kowling smiled her patented smile at me. "Hello, Ken." "What are you doing here?" She shrugged. "Acting out my fantasies, just like you. Come, I have to wash you." Ally was dressed in a tight-fitting blue-black latex one-piece and knee-high boots, which she was already in the process of stripping them off as she spoke. "Do those ears really work?" I asked. "What, these?" she asked with that marvelous smile as she batted at her ear with one hand. A long time ago Ally and her sister had had what been known as the Markal variation done to her ears: the outer ear is removed, and ten centimeter tall rounded ears are molded to the top of the head, much like a cat's or mouse's. The middle ear is angled appropriately. Most of the work is done by AI directed nanotech. It only really looks good if the person having it done has a lot of hair. Ally has a lot of hair. I used to joke that among the things that are bigger than they have to be (My ego, the Ring, ect...) Ally's hair was definitely at the top. It is enormous, a shocking white collection of silky, almost flyaway hair that erupts about her head and shoulders and falls down her back past her butt. Her sister, Cynshia, has the same. "Yeah, those." "They work great. And I like the way they look. Come with me," she said, taking my hand and leading me towards the pool. There is one problem with all that hair; it hides her extremely attractive ass. Ally is a wasp-waisted and hard-bodied woman. "In," she said. I stepped into the water, feeling it's warmth seep into me as I settled into it. She snapped her finger and we were joined by two other slaves. They placed the trays they carried next to her and disappeared back into the shadows from which they came. She ordered me to get my hair wet, and proceeded to give me a rather professional shampoo. Her fingers caressing my scalp made me go limp in all sorts if places, and I sat in the warm and circulating water enjoying it all. "Rinse." I complied, and as I came up for air she said, "Lay on your back, on this towel." I stepped up and lay back as she had ordered. I felt her fingers spreading something warm and soapy over my legs and crotch, and I felt my sex harden as she stroked around it. "Whatever you do, don't move." I blinked, wondering what she meant by that. There was a touch at my leg, just at the crotch, and I suddenly realized what she was doing. "Ally?" "Don't move." The cold touch slid down my leg and I heard her dunk her hand in the water. I picked up my head and saw what she held in her hand-- a straight razor. I groaned aloud and closed my eyes. "Ally..." I said plaintively. "I have my orders, slave. I am to shave you clean. Now hush." She was quick and efficient, clearing off the insides and tops of both thighs and calves without a nick, working her way down. I'm going to let you in a little secret; I have a phobia. Levophobia. I'm terrified of knives, as long as they're in someone else hands. I can easily and comfortably handle knives, feel no fear in a museum full of swords, but the sight of a butter knife in even P'nyssa's hands terrifies me. It has been long enough that I no longer have to leave the room when I see a knife, but it's still frightening. Lynn had to have known that when she directed Ally to take a straight razor to my privates. And Ally was much more careful there, pulling my sac tight and slowly stroking the razor's blade over the skin. Traveling with equal care over my hardened cock, she gave my crotch close scrutiny as she shaved, looking up into my fearful eyes once in a while. It took every vestige of my self-discipline to control myself, to keep from running away. I'm obeying, I'm obeying, was all I could think sometimes. "Over," Ally said. I turned over and Ally took her razor to the backs of my thighs and calves, and then I felt her fingers pry apart my buttocks and shave clean the little pubic hairs that were there. "Back," she said again, and she moved down to my feet. "You're a Hobbit, Ken," she said, jokingly, shaving the rather thick hair which grew over my feet and toes. I swallowed and said "I'm a little tall for one." She chuckled softly, easing the soap into my other foot and shaving that one as well. "In," she ordered. I jumped into the water and rinsed the shaving soap off of me. Ally slid in next to me and began to lather my body, cleaning off my chest and legs. "Arm up," she said. I raised my arm and with a few frightening, flashing cuts I was denuded of hair. "The other one," she said, and when that was done she again ordered, "rinse." She picked up a small cloth and shook a light powder from a small bottle onto it. "Smile," she said. I complied. She opened my mouth with her hand and pressed the cloth to my teeth, polishing them with small circular motions. It felt strange to feel her manipulating me like that, but I let her; she was under orders from my mistress. When she was done, she directed me out onto the marble floor, where she dried me carefully with a large terrycloth towel, smiling all the while as my cock throbbed and stuck out with frustration. She knelt down and picked up one more small bottle, pouring oil into her hand and rubbing it into my skin, covering me with a glowing sheen. The oil was soothing to my newly shaven skin and I sighed. She smiled a tight smile and dripped some of the oil onto my cock, stroking the oil into the head and soft, loose skin. I knew she wasn't allowed to let me come, and the knowledge and pleasure only fed my frustration. And, despite that knowledge, I still whimpered when she stopped. "Aww, poor little slave. Can't stand to be teased." "Not by another slave," I hissed. Her hand flew, striking me hard across the cheek. But her voice was calm when she said "Shouldn't talk so impertinently. Yes, I am a slave, but you have orders to obey me. Down!" I obeyed her order, the right side of my face burning with shame, the left with her palm. She snapped her fingers again and again a slave brought her something. She slowly combed my hair until it was to her satisfaction, tying it in back with a leather tie, then knelt on the floor and looked at my face, touching my eyebrows gently with a brush. "Just a little silver glitter, Ken. I think it looks so very sweet on you." Her ears twitched in time with her motions, I watched her as she watched me. She picked up a silver armband and slid it up my arm, tightening it in place. It was a simple silver band, imprinted with the ring-and-star of Pendor and the phrase "Lynn's slave." Ally stood and stepped back, examining me. "Excellent," she said. She walked back to the doorway and returned with my leash, strapping the collar around my neck. "Open your mouth and hold this," she said, holding the leather strap at the other end of the leash. I bit down on it and she smiled, satisfied. "Go to the door and wait. When your mistress is ready for you, you will be told." I crawled to the door she had indicated and knelt in place. There was one person already there, a Felinzi male. He looked marvelous. I waited. After a while a third person joined us, and I looked over to see Ally. She smiled at me, a slightly sad expression to her smile. She, too, held her leash in her mouth. I wonder if she had had to put it on by herself. We were interrupted by a voice from outside. A deep, masculine voice said, "You are ready. Good," and the Felinzi was led out. I never got to see who the Felinzi's master was. Time passed. I winked over at Ally, who would sometimes sit in melancholy silence. Her expression bothered me a little. Even in Rhysh, or maybe especially here, even the slaves should be happy. "It's my last day," Ally whispered, reading my mind. "My master, Cedza, is leaving Rhysh tomorrow. He doesn't want to play anymore." There was a silence for a while. "I don't..." She stopped. "I don't love him, but he has been so good to me. I want to be his slave, be good for him, and I feel like I'm failing because he's leaving. I liked being owned by him." I nodded in the semi-darkness of the alcove. Sometimes, people 'break.' They stop wanting the fantasy. And they sometimes leave behind a lot of hurt. In Rhysh, sometimes our fantasies become enormous structures of the mind, and a single missing pin can do a lot of damage. We waited. The door opened after a little while longer and Lynn walked in, looking down at me. She took the leash from my mouth and said, "Now you look like a proper slave." She led me out into the hall, and down passageways again. We reached a large, oaken double-door, which parted as we approached. I recognized them as the doors that led to the dining hall in which I had punished Kathy a few years back, and moaned in fear as we entered. Lynn stopped suddenly, backed up and with a loud -SMACK- a sharp slap across my backside echoed. "Hush, slave," she said. "I haven't even touched you yet." There was a small contingent of people standing around, dining as we entered, and she greeted them quietly. There was a bit of socializing going on as well as the expected treatment of slaves. I looked across the floor and was surprised to see a Ssphynx restrained to the floor on the far side of the room, his leonine half jutting under a wooden pillory and his arms pinned to the arms of the 'X'. A tall Tindal had a wide whip in hand and was systematically whipping the Ssphynx. The blows made loud cracks echo across the room, and the expression the Ssphynx's face was both pained and transcendent. He looked beautiful as he hung there. Crack. And again. Every time his body would jerk, just a little, and he would settle. I was shocked to see little rivulets of blood trickling over his fur; the sight of blood is usually a safesign, but these two were going past that. I lost count of the whips. It seemed to go on forever, and I was hyperventilating, breathing fast and hard and in sync with the suffering of the Ssphynx. He would open his eyes rarely, but once we locked eyes and the smile on his lips told me that everything was okay. Then the whip came down again and he jerked back, eyes clamped shut. "That's a rare one, isn't it?" Lynn said, addressing me. "Yes, Mistress." Her fingers trailed along my backside, her sharp nails closing around my testicles and pricking them oh, so gently. "They did a good job shaving you." She tugged on the leash again and I was led to a wide marble pillar that was illuminated clearly by the sun streaming in from the huge single-pane windows. It was also warmed by that sun, and she pulled me to feet and ordered me against it. "Arms around." I complied, and felt fetters being secured around my wrists. These were pulled up and away from me, wrapping my arms around the pillar and holding me against it. My legs were pushed apart I was secured to the pillar by those as well. Off balance yet restrained, I waited. "This is a whipping hall, slave. And now it's your turn." She stood back and I waited. "No, wait," she said. There was a pause, and then she took a bit and secured it to my mouth and tied it tightly in the back. "Not interested in your protestations, slave." She stood away again. The bit bit into the corners of my mouth. I sighed quietly. "Let's see," she said. There was a whish through the air, and the wide strap she wielded came down on my buttocks. Hot pain spread across me, and the strap came down again. The inflaming pain was more than I could bear, yet I thought to myself that I will endure, I will take. If not because I am a good slave, but because Lynn is so dear to me. I wanted her to push herself, and this pushed me. The strap came down again, and again. There was a voice in my ear; I had lost track of reality as I was whipped, but I knew who this was: the Ssphynx I had seen earlier. "Enjoy it," he whispered. The pain flowed into me, and I could feel it wrapping itself around me, even to parts pressed against the column. My head spun as shock after shock struck me, and the strap lowered to my thighs, pain streaking out of there with crystal clarity. Oh gods, it hurt, but I understood the Ssphynx, as I only understood during punishment, the sole isolation of pain, taking me further and further. My body burned, tears flowed from my eyes as I rested my head against the column, tension in every knotted muscle, as the strap fell again and again, in unending torment. Nobody counted, nobody sought to stop her. And as she pushed me, I knew she could flay the flesh from my bones and I wouldn't have cared, lost as I was in the release that punishment gives. But, mercifully, she didn't. The blows stopped, and soft fingers stroked something cooling onto my tortured flesh. But it was only when the fingers left me that I sagged away from the column. I couldn't tell my condition, so utterly drained was I. I heard Lynn speaking, and the fetters were released. I was grabbed by strong arms and lowered to the floor. Blinking and looking up I could see Lynn and the Ssphynx standing over me. "Rowan tells me you've never been pushed so hard before, slave. I'm proud of you. You did very well." Pleasure at my Mistress's satisfaction washed over me. "Thank you," I said hoarsely. "Thank you, what?" "Thank you, Mistress." I said. "Rest for a little while, and then we will go see this little show Teela has told us about. Although after watching you, I doubt anything could thrill me as much." "Thank you, Mistress." I lay, on my back, feeling the coolness of the marble floor in the unlit corners of the room seep through the towel I lay upon and penetrate my tortured flesh. After a while, Lynn returned and tugged on my leash. "Stand," she said. "Having you crawl is fun, but it also slow us, and we have a sight to see." I walked three paces behind her, her short blond hair bouncing with every step. She was definitely enjoy her first days as an organic. There was a spring in her step that radiated sheer pleasure, and I was determined to be everything she wanted in a slave. We walked to the main hall, which had been re-lit with a baleful yellow-golden color and at one end the throne had been elevated. "Stand back here," Lynn ordered. After a short while, a tall Markal wearing loose-fitting robes made of gleaming black walked in imperiously, followed by three males in tight-fitting leather bodystockings on each side. He walked to the throne and sat. The scene unfolded as another contingent walked in from the left, dragging an enormously muscled human, who was fighting and kicking and roaring as they did, but since the four 'guards' were Uncia, I doubted him much success. He was hauled in front of the Markal, who sat looking at the this scene with a touch of amusement. Rising, the Markal said, "So you are Debard. They say you have yet to be broken, although you came here as a slave." Dane (the Markal) had a deep and gravely voice, perfect for his role. "I am no one's slave," Debard answered, sweat or oil glistening off his skin as he moved. His hair was a long strand of gold down his back, braided and falling. "Ah, but you are. You are MINE!" Dane's roar was wonderful. "And you will learn what it means to come to Rhysh as you did." There was a long pause. Debard glanced left, then right. He leapt for the stage. The four guards who had led him were more than ready. They soon had him back on the lowest step, struggling. "Bind him," Dane said with a throwaway gesture. Long, thick ropes were secured to Debard's wrists, and then to rings set into posts placed in the Hall for just such a purpose. "Now then, Debard," Dane said, in the most off-hand voice I had ever heard, "kneel." "I am nobody's slave, and I. Will. Not. Kneel." "YES, YOU WILL!" Dane roared. "Yes, you will. Or I shall wreak unspeakable harm upon you." The Markal gestured, and a slight wisp of a femFelinz walked up behind Debard. In her hand was a whip made of something other than leather for it glowed oddly. She pulled it back and the glow grew brighter, erupting in a hot blue-white light. The whip surged into the air, and I marveled at the gravitics necessary to make it snake and slither like a living thing before the Felinz lashed it in Debard's direction. The whip came alive, aimed at its target with all the accuracy of a sword, slashing hard across that beautifully muscled back. Dane watched, his eyes closing into tight slits, as the whip came down again, leaving a bright and angry trail over Debard's shoulder. The whip crackled and hummed in the air, growing louder and brighter than ever with every stroke, as if it were feeding off its target's suffering. From where I was I couldn't see Debard's face, and I wondered at his strength. The whip fell again, and a quick glance at the room around me confirmed my thoughts. I could feel the question in the air... How far will he push it? How much can he take? Except I knew the answer, as the room crackled and hummed with the whip's electricity, the snap of flesh and the groans of the heroic victim. The answer was simple; he can take as much as he needs. Dane sat down, leaning over slightly in the chair and resting his arm on his knee, cupping his chin in hand. A small smile played across his face, but every time the femFel brought the whip down a shot of fear ran through those eyes, a little quiver wracked that body. The whipping went on and on, and I began to feel the tip of the whip inside me, touching me as I fell into Debard's pain as I had the Ssphynx's earlier. Finally, after it had gone for so long that I had lost count and track, Debard fell to his knees, head down. Despite the length of the punishment, no one had left; the scene held an intensity all its own. "Enough," Dane said, barely whispering. The femFel stopped, and the whip dimmed to a dull grey, falling to the floor, slithering against the stone, unwilling to cease. Dane rose from the throne and stood in front of Debard, saying "Your strength lasts only so long, my love." "Yes, master," Debard answered, each syllable forming around a deep breath of pain. "You are my slave. You understand that." "I... I do. Forgive me." "There is nothing to forgive. You have learned." Dane knelt in front of his plaything and kissed him on the forehead. "We should return to our home. Come." He walked slowly, exiting, stage right. Debard took a few careful crawls in the same direction, then collapsed. Dane turned, his look one of concern. He turned to the guard closest to himself and said, "Have his wounds bound, and washed. Then, bring him to me." The guard nodded and all ten moved to lift Debard, carrying him down the center aisle to the medical center. I shivered. Despite my whipping earlier, the last scene had been more than anything I'd experienced yet. I hurt just from the empathy in the room. "Mistress Lynn," came a voice from behind us that I recognized immediately. It was not my place to turn, so I did not. But Lynn responded naturally, turning and addressing the man behind me. "Master Borodir," she said gently. "Quite a scene, wouldn't you agree." "Frightening," Borodir responded. "Why so?" "Because I have excellent knowledge that Debard was not given a safeword, Lynn. That is... discomfiting." Borodir has a deep and soothing voice, the sort usually reserved for the hero. Or the villain. "Some couples no longer need them, Borodir. And as I was mistress of this castle, I know how that sort of thing feels. Debard was as safe as a child in his mother's arms, if not as comfortable." "As you say," Borodir intoned. "I have a request of you." "Ask away." "Your pet for this evening and mine have a long-standing rivalry going. I was wondering if I could borrow yours." "By all means," she said, tugging on my leash gently. I turned and the two of them led me to another of the columns scattered about the room and being used for a variety of purposes. Tied to it was a very muscular Mephit, his tall black tail squashed against the post, his usually beautiful fur matted with sweat and oil. I didn't need to guess; he'd been at the party last night. And the look in his rather dazed eyes told me he recognized me as well. "Kneel," Borodir said. I complied, and he walked me slowly in front of Aaden. "Your task, old slave, is to keep his sex hard. He has been frustrated all day, and his strength is ebbing. Amuse us. But if he comes you will both pay. And do not use your hands." I nodded; the instructions were clear. I leaned up against Aaden's large, uncircumcised cock and its soft sheath covered with a gentle smattering of fur. I bit at the sheath gently, clamping down tightly with my lips, getting fur on my tongue as I stroked his cock through it. Slowly I felt Aaden's heartbeat in his body grow stronger, pulsing softly as I coaxed him further along. After a while his cock was just slightly hard enough that I could push the covering down with my lips and expose the head; taking it into my mouth and licking it intently. Aaden groaned in frustration. I began to take care, sucking him gently and softly, trying hard not to give in to the impulse to push. Dammit, this was dirty pool! I like sucking cock. I've an oral fixation a terr wide; I chew pencils to death. The feel of having cock in my mouth, stroking and caressing and tasting it overwhelms me. Having to control myself was just damned unfair! And despite my rivalry with Aaden, I like him. I like him a lot. Being asked to torture him like this was only more torture for me. Oh, but that only proves that both Lynn and Borodir understand me all too well. I tried to follow their instructions, and as my mouth and jaw tired, I nuzzled Aaden's balls softly, trying to brush against him and reassure him, the frustration of not being allowed to exercise either mine or his pleasure bringing tears to my eyes again. But as his erection sagged again, I returned to his cock, unmindful of the events around me, uncaring if Borodir or Lynn watched, trying to be a good slave to both my Mistress and former Master, trying to be a good friend to Aaden. It hurt, oh Gods it hurt; more than last night's utilitarian abuses, more than today's whipping, this hurt. "Stop," Lynn said. I sagged back onto the floor, my face wet with crying, my chin dripping with tears and saliva. The few early drippings from Aaden's penis were sweet salt on my tongue, and I craved more. Aaden was limp against his restraints, drained of all strength. Borodir eased him out of those restraints and into a large, overstuffed chair that had been set nearby. "Crawl to him," Lynn ordered. I obeyed, crawling towards Aaden, who lay limp and exhausted in the chair. "Put your head in his lap." I groaned quietly. Please, I thought, no more. Despite the thought, I had no desire to see it end, no desire to use my safesign. "Arch your back, slave," Lynn ordered. I thought that an odd command, but I complied nonetheless, arching my back. There was a cool sensation at my anus, and Lynn said, "Let's see how this is done." I felt her get between my legs, and the cold sensation of a dildo being pressed against my tiny asshole. If it hadn't been for the cold, it would have slid in easily, but this took a little effort. It finally slid in, the head a thick, flared oval that stroked and caressed the lining of my rectum as it slid into my depths. Then I felt someone's skin against the back of my legs, and realized that Lynn was wearing that dildo. She was fucking me with it, and not gently either, as she plumbed my depths forcefully, fucking me with her artificial cock. I rested my head in Aaden's lap, pushed against his belly with every thrust, luxuriating in the soft wonder of his fur as Lynn raped me, his hand gently caressing my hair. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his midsection, holding onto him, feeling his warmth as she fucked me. Borodir walked to the side of the chair and whispered into my ear, "He may come, now." I looked up him, his image bobbing back and forth as Lynn grabbed my hips and began shoving harder. I nodded and buried my head into Aaden's crotch, taking his much-abused cock into my mouth and stroking it harder, letting Lynn's momentum carry me back and forth as the smooth shaft of Aaden's penis slid into my throat. The pleasure I felt at being allowed this treasure was so immense I lost all track of myself, losing even the will to breathe against the force of Lynn's poundings and the taste of Aaden's growing cock against my tongue, my lips gliding across soft flesh until they touched softer fur, his body tensing, tensing, his grip on my head firm and insistent. Lynn's pounding grew stronger, and I wondered what she sought, but then I realized what; Aaden's pleasure. I redoubled my efforts, stroking him, adding my strength to every push and pull of Lynn's dildo. Between two shafts, at the center of a universe only I could feel, being ravished from behind and putting my all into the friend/enemy/lover/slave before me, his body growing more tense, his claws digging into my hair, and he finally came, screaming, roaring, clawing and quaking with release, rising from the chair and pushing me into his lap, his cock going deeper into my throat, my throat swallowing, gulping, taking his seed. Yes! And then it was over. Lynn was no longer within me, and Aaden sagged back into the chair, collapsing, now truly exhausted. My last remaining strength ebbed away and I collapsed onto the floor, my head still in Aaden's soft lap, and I smiled gently as I realized that his cock was still in my mouth. I lay there, trying not to nurse on it, and finally moved my head away from his cock slightly, knowing how sensitive he must be. Lynn reached down and stroked my hair. "You have done well, slave," she said gently. "I have one last thing to ask of you." I waited. "Stand," she said. It took some doing, but I finally managed to get to my feet. "Come with me." Her voice had the sound of request rather than command, a voice that made me intensely curious. I felt saddened that I was leaving Aaden behind, but I was sure he would be well cared for. As Borodir had cared for me. She led me down hallways to a residential section of the castle, opening one of the door and leading me into a large but spartan bedroom. There was one large mirror on the wall to my left, a huge four-post bed on a rug, and a dresser in a corner. Other than that, it was the bare slate-grey stone of the castle. Two bright lantern burned on opposite walls. Lynn turned around and reached up, unclasping my collar and casting it onto the dresser, then easing the armband from around my bicep. "Undress me," she said. I gestured imploringly for her to turn around, and she did. I pulled on the knot of her dress, unlacing the bodice that restrained her, then pulling the laces all the way down. The dress fell about her, and underneath Lynn had had the common sense to wear more practical clothes. Image was important for her, not historical accuracy. In a very short time I had her completely undressed, and she was quiet as I worked, stepping when I asked her to. When I was done I stood in front of her and waited. "You don't have to call me 'Mistress,' Ken. In here, let's just be Ken and Lynn." I shook my head slightly, just to clear it, and said, "Okay." Lynn turned slightly and walked to the bed, sitting on it. Her gengineers had given her a cute ass. "Come here?" I joined her on the bed, pulling one of the pillows into my lap out of habit. She took a deep breath and said, "She said I shouldn't mention her when I did this, but it is her advice. I've been mistress of Rhysh for over half a millenia, and I know everything there is to know about sex, about pain, about dominance and about submission. I've watched you and two million other go through these walls, and most stayed for less than a whole day, while some, like you, stayed for a while, and some, like Borodir, can come and go at will. For them, like me, Rhysh is home. And when I was an AI, I could not understand why some AIs chose to give up all that strength and speed to be human, or Tindal, or whatever. To be fragile. "Today I played the role of mistress, and I found I could do it; I could judge you, feel you, know what was right for you and what was wrong, even though I pushed you beyond your previous limits. Maybe someday I too will play the slave. "But I've always been a mistress, and a servant, giving orders to keep the illusion going and taking orders to fulfill a fantasy. "I don't know if I'm making sense, but it all reduces to this: I do not have the... piece of flesh that makes it official; my doctors took care of that, but in this, my body, I'm still a virgin. I want you to change that." I had a feeling that was coming. I nodded, not saying a word, and crawled easily to the front of the bed, pulling aside the covers. "Join me, Lynn." She crawled over next to me, settling next to me. I leaned forward, and pressed my lips to hers. Her kiss back was awkward and unpracticed, but she tried, and after a few seconds it became a warm and familiar kiss. We separated and I said, "How was that?" "Nice," she breathed huskily. I laughed quietly and leaned over, taking a breast in hand and holding the nipple up, lowering my mouth to it and sucking gently, circling her aureole with my tongue. Her arms wrapped tight about my head, then loosened. You've got a lot to learn, I thought. I pushed against her belly with my hand, pushing her down to the bed, kissing her belly as I passed my hand. "Do you want me to eat you?" I asked. "Yes," she said. "Yes, what?" I asked, mischievously. "Yes, father." THAT was NOT the answer I had been expecting, but it would do. I dove into her pubic bush, licking the thin blond hairs and pushing them out of the way, spreading her lips with my hands, sliding my tongue about her cunt. Avoiding the top, diving down to her vaginal opening and down lower, getting a few soft licks at her anus, just barely in reach between her gorgeous cheeks. She moaned and twisted on the bed, and as I worked my way around and around her cunt she groaned and panted. I slid my tongue over her clitoris, and a new chorus of moans escaped her as I did. Her body wracked in near-instantaneous orgasm, and she shuddered violently as I licked her. "Stop... Please," she begged after a few seconds of this. "I can't take that. It's so... so much, too much. Please!" I finally relented as her hands tore at my hair, imploring me away from her sweet cunny. My cock was standing straight up, against my belly, as I crawled up to her face, kissing her. She looked up at me and said, "I'm ready." "Are you?" "Yes." She rose to a kneeling position and crawled over to me. She pushed me back until I was sitting on my heels. She spread her thighs wide, encompassing me, pointing my cock into her cunt. I looked up at her as she put her hands on my shoulders, my cock poised at the entrance to her womanhood. She closed her eyes. I put my hands around her waist and guided her downward, my cock sliding into her with almost no resistance. She sighed. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked down at me. "It's... interesting." I laughed. "Interesting?" I asked, incredulous. "Is that all?" "Feels good," she sighed again, her eyelid closing slightly. I slid my hands down to her ass and squeezed them gently, feeling their firmness. She laughed a little. I used the position to gain some forward leverage, and pushed hard. We fell over, down onto the bed, her on her back, me on top. Her face wasn't afraid; she smiled, in fact. "Do it," she said. "Fuck me, Ken. Just like Ember said you would." I laughed with her as I began stroking in and out of her. Am I that predictable? Ember; It figured. My cock was hard and insistent, taking her pleasure as she gave it. Her hands roamed over her bosom and down between her legs; I could feel her fingers against my pubic bone as she slid wet fingers over her clitoris. The pains of the day vanished, and only little hints of Ally's teasing and Aaden's pleasure remained, making me smile more as I made love to Lynn, going deeper and faster, listening to her moan in pleasure as I got closer and closer, and when I came it was strong and silent thing, shuddering and kissing her. I rose from her and looked down. Our eyes locked for a moment, and then we began laughing uncontrollably again. I rolled off of her and cuddled up again, putting my leg over hers and my arm across her breasts, lying my head on her shoulder. "How was that?" "It was... interesting." "Interesting? Is that all?" I asked again in mock suffering. "I loved it and you know it, silly Shardik." "Ember, huh?" "I asked, she gave me that answer. 'Go to Ken.'" We both laughed. "That's the second time that's happened to me." "What, virgin sacrifices, or people coming...er... going to you on her advice?" "People coming to me on her advice." "You're not going to be mad at her, are you?" Lynn asked, concerned. "No, I'm not going to be mad at her. It's okay." "Do you want to go to bed?" "It's kind of early, isn't it?" "You slept late. I didn't take a noon nap, either. I'm very tired." "And I can't leave because technically, I'm still your slave." "Oh, be serious. I could have Rowan bring you a change of clothing. But I want you stay. Please?" The look in her eyes would have put a puppy to shame. "I will," I said, pulling the covers over us. "Rowan, turn the lights down." The 'lanterns' faded into darkness. "Good night, sister," said Rowan's voice from the walls. "And you, too, Ken." "G'night, Rowan." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Geographic: Epiphany Journal Entry 045 / 00101 Anar, Nenim 20, 00101 February 25, 1985 Wolf spotted Lisanne just as she entered the square. He raised a hand and waved to her, and she immediately recognized him and walked over to where he sat. Grinning to show that he didn't mean it, he said, "You're late." "I've been busy." "So I understand," Wolf replied. "I hear you have a great collection, though. The editors back on Earth are going apeshit over the images you sent them. You have a scoop." Lisanne smiled from ear to ear. "I was hoping to do something more than photograph the wildlife." She touched his wrist briefly. "Did you know that they have mammoths out there, Wolf? Huge, elephantine creatures with white fur and enormous tusks. The head is shaped a little bit differently, but it's still the same basic idea. It's hard to imagine what's hiding out there!" "Instead, you end up photographing the emergence of a new Pendorian. What did they call it? 'Incorporation Shock?'" "That's it," Lisanne agreed. "It means to suddenly realize you're a new person, on your own, ready to deal with the world. I've been talking to them a lot, Wolf. I'm beginning to understand them. The Llorow family has taken me in and made me part of them for the past six months, and working with R'Chriss has been a wonderful part of that. And he's so willing to let me take pictures of him. He loves to pose. It's like dealing with a child, Wolf, a child who understands quantum mechanics but is only now beginning to understand the subtleties of Pendorian morality." She paused. "Which is nothing like Terran morality." "I've noticed," Wolf said. Someone dressed in the universal uniform of a waiter walked over. Wolf pointed to something on the menu, and the waiter nodded. Lisanne, to his shock, spoke. "Metten oldora, melli, i hraza calameni, illi." "My God, you speak it better than I do!" "I've had to. The Llorow don't know much Anglic, except for their little girl, and she's picking it up from me. We practice with each other every day." Wolf grinned. Food came; he had a sandwich with something in the middle that might have been cheese, might have been meat, and might have been vegetables, but he didn't dare inquire to closely. Lisanne, in contrast, received a bowl with an assemblage of fruit, a roll on the side, and a glass of red wine. They ate for a while, then Wolf said between swallows, "Your comment about morality has me thinking, Lisa. What is going on here? I mean, the Pendorians... don't they seem friendlier than you would begin to suspect?" She gave him a sly smile. "Like you're objecting." He returned the smile. "No, not really. I mean, sure, they've agreed by consensus to treat us openly and honestly, but have you ever seen one of them act any different towards each other? Rarely, Wolf." She paused. "But I know what they're doing." "What?" Wolf asked around a mouthful. "They're colonizing your brain." That made Wolf look up, finally. "They're WHAT?" "They're colonizing your brain. Not with their nanotechnology or their genetically engineered viruses, but with something far more effective, Wolf. They're colonizing your brain with ideas. About how life should be lived. "Admittedly, they've taken some of the thrills out of life, like the frission we get from walking through Central Park in the middle of the night and making it out the other side alive. They've killed the joy of meaninglessly bedding someone and then telling them to get lost in the morning, another notch in the belt. And they've never had the pleasure of watching a bomb blow up their enemies." Lisanne grinned. "I suppose some people think those things add color to our existence. Instead, they've replaced it all with a calm, rational, upward-looking philosophy that treats the individual as a core component in a society, regardless of position. They have taken what works without suffering from us and tossed the suffering overboard. They view everything not from the grim perspective of acquire-or-else, like we always have, but from the perspective of a people who have everything they need, and now they're going to get the things they want. Have you noticed that their homes are smaller than ours, on average? Clustered, but spaced further apart? Have you ever wondered why some of them live in what could best be described as condominiums when they have all this land? It's cultural, Wolf. These people aren't Terran. They think in different terms. Acquisition means very little to them. Terrain means little to them. Respect is what keeps them going. "They want you to take back to Earth the idea that life can be lived this way. Sure, Earth will have to do a million things to get here, like drop its population by at least a third, and start treating human beings like human beings and not 'human resources.' But Earth can do it. Pendor is here to set a good example." She gestured around. "This is what you can do with the right technologies, the right people, the right attitude." "I don't know," Wolf said. "The whole idea... I mean, back home folks get into power because they're cunning, and they stay there because they're survivors. People like Kaddafi, or Khomeni, even Idi Amin survive because they're not stupid and they know how to make the system work for them." "But that's the point. Here, there is no system. Here, cunning is not admired unless it improves lives, and the admiration ends the second the emotional capital earned is spent somewhere it doesn't belong. If you don't agree with the way the consensus went on a project, you have two choices: work within the majority view or get out. People who can't do either are pushed to the margins so fast it'll make your head spin. And if they don't stay there, they'll soon be planted there, two meters down." Wolf shivered. "That's another thing." "It's no worse than on Earth, Wolf. It's not meant to be perfect. It's meant to be better. It's meant to be about individual freedom, about relationships that have meaning and dissolve when they don't anymore. It's about the greater society actually having a say in how life is lived." "Capitalism and democracy do that, too," Wolf offered. "The fuck they do," Lisanne said, enjoying the shocked look on his face from her language. It wasn't language she would have willingly used a year ago. "If the mechanism of the marketplace 'decides' what is best, than what's best for families in America right now is a household where nobody is at home because both parents are at work, where everyday is a turmoil about money, where serial monogamy and torn family structures is the norm, where people change jobs frequently, and where stability is a dirty word. It's not healthy, Wolf. I don't want to live in a culture where most children spend most of their time being raised by 'employees' rather than loving parents. I'm getting out." "You're what?" "I'm getting out. I've discussed it with Bahr Llorow and I'm staying." "You know what that means, don't you?" he asked, distressed. "You have to go through that Great Hall thing. It'll change you, turn you into, well, into something other than a human being. That's even if it works the way they think it does. They don't even know. And a lot of them are unwilling to talk about it because it's so radical, even for them. Is that what you really want?" "I think it is," she said. "I think I belong here, among these people. They've treated me with respect and dignity. I have nothing to go home to, Wolf. Why shouldn't I stay here? I'll be Geographic's first local correspondent. They can even short my pay." She grinned. "I won't be needing it." She looked at him. "Don't look at me that way, Wolf. I'm not dying. I'm being born again, in ways so profound religions can't possibly wrap meaning around it, except perhaps in a negative way." "There's a reason for that, Lisanne." Wolf paused. "I don't think we're meant to be like these people. Not yet." "In whose philosophy?" she shot back. "Wolf, I could not give a rat's ass about what Terrans will think of my decision. I'm going to be a different person in a couple of weeks. I want it that way." Wolf shivered. "It sounds..." "It sounds like a real decision. We all make decisions, Wolf, about our lives. It's time I made this one. It's time I began living a life for a family and a world that cares about me. Even if I don't come out an Uncia, I'll still be whole and I'll still love the Llorow family." She sighed. "Anyway, Wolf, I just wanted to stop by and let you know." She stood up. "Thanks for lunch." A smile fleeted across his face. "Just..." She stood up, then waited for him to finish. "Just don't forget to write us, okay?" She grinned. "Write you? I could never forget you! If the Hall doesn't do bizarre things to me-- well, no more bizarre than what I think it could do-- I'll still be working for the magazine. I like what I do. There's nothing wrong with it. I want to be a part of Geographic for as long as I live; it's what I do, it's what I've always done." She took a deep breath. "Bye, Wolf. See you on the other side." "And you, Lisanne. We'll miss you. An empty berth on the ship will be hard to ignore." "You'll manage. You, at least, always have." She walked away, wondering if that was the kind of goodbye she would have wanted to leave Wolf with. She hadn't known him except by reputation when they had first met on the ship two years ago, but now he seemed like an old friend. Goodbye, she thought. I will miss you. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- She leapt onto the SDisk like she meant to leave it cracked and broken behind her. She had no illusions about what she was about to go through. I'm going to die, she thought, and then someone with my memories is going to step out onto the Ring's surface sometime later-- a day, week, a month, even the Pendorians didn't know-- and that person will have all my memories. But will she-- was it even guaranteed that it would be a she?-- will she be me? "She will be convinced that she is." Llorow had told her that. "Just like the woman who wakes up in what you think of as you bed tomorrow will think she's the same you as this one here." The sky, which above the glassed-in restaurant had been a brilliant blue, gave way to dark stormclouds that she thought perfectly reflected her mood. How odd, she thought, that I should be depressed. There was no reason for it. It was not as if she were leaving anything behind. But that wasn't quite true, no. She was leaving plenty behind. She had nephews and nieces back on Earth, a sister, a brother, a family that she heard from less often these days. Out of touch, they said. Out of mind, she preferred to think. It kept them at a distance, away from her attentions, in a place where she wouldn't worry about them. "I'll write more," she said to nobody as she stepped of the SDisk and into the snow, down towards a collection of houses built of stone, wood, and now paper. The Uncia she had come to think of as family were incorporating different construction styles as fast as they could learn them, as fast as she could specify them. Their use of paper in windows had become a way of softening the harsh winter glare, the direct sun of Pin as it slammed into the mountainside and burned into the little village, which in one respect wasted not a single beam of it in the wintertime. Today, though, there was no sunlight, and the fires were going. She trudged through the snow, following the one set of prints that had headed towards it this morning, her prints, marring the perfect whiteness that had covered the land last night. She wondered how R'Chriss was doing. He answered her worries by leaping out of one of the small clusters of wooden buildings and bounding across the snow towards her. "You came back!" he said. "Did you think I wouldn't?" she asked as he slammed into her arms, all two hundred and fifty kilos of him. He was a Ssphynx, the newest Pendorian species, and the loveliest being she had ever seen in her life. He was a magnificent creature, a vision of masculine beauty that had burned himself onto her imagination, possibly forever. It hadn't helped that the first words out of his mouth had been, "Please. Help me." It was one of those things that Shardik hadn't told them. The truth was that the tliel, the first century, the first hundred people to wake up from an incorporation, were the most tested, the most stable, the most completely analyzed from top to bottom examples of their species that would ever exist. Their genes were nigh-perfect; their brains were filled to the top with information. It was their later siblings that were given less. Not in physical terms, but in what they were given to know. They didn't have the benefit of the complete programming that the tliel got. And they didn't get the benefit of having a family instantly. They had to find one. It was a Pendorian duty, almost a religious rite, to find a new Pendorian and help them through Incorporation Shock. Chriss had found her on a mountainside and at first she had thought she was the victim of some kind of practical joke. Perhaps she was, but it was not entirely on her. Chriss had to put up with the fact that the first person he'd met, the one he'd hoped would guide him into his new life, was not a Pendorian at all. She had been told that Hal made almost random decisions about where to place the decants. She had her doubts. It was almost too perfect that she, of all people, should wind up mothering a decant. Chriss was still speaking. "I never know. You never tell me if you are or not. And you're not a Pendorian. Really, you don't have any reason to stay." "Except for you," she said, hugging him as if he were a grown son. "It's cold out here. Let's get inside." "I like it out here." "I know you do. So do the Llorow. But I don't have fur and I think my nose is going to freeze off and fall on the ground." He looked at her for a moment as if he were consulting the card catalog in his head, which for all she knew was exactly what he was doing. "That doesn't really happen," he insisted. "No," she agreed. "It doesn't really happen." "I guess it could," he sad as he turned around, offering her an arm. She had taught him that gesture and he used in whenever he could. "I mean, it would have to be really cold." "Yes, it would," she agreed as she took the offered elbow. "But I don't think it'll ever get that cold out here." "You never know." He led her down the hillside and into the knot of two dozen wooden houses, each with a chimney from which curls of smoke ascended into the sky. She wondered if it was even possible for Pendor to have a pollution layer, given the volume of atmosphere that Pendor had at its disposal. And the Pendorians were also religious in their recycling and cleanliness. All food that they exchanged with other people moved in non-disposable containers that got passed back and forth. There was no such thing as plastic wrap out here. They walked inside. "K'Lisa!" "L'Mahr!" she said, scooping the kitten into her arms and hugging her. "I'm back!" "To stay?" Mahr asked. "For a day or two. Then..." Mahr pouted. "You have to walk the Hall." She nodded. "I'll only be gone for a while." R'Chriss responded, "But you don't know how long." "No, she does not," said Bahr Llorow, patriarch of the family in which she had found herself. "Nobody does. The Hall has never been used before. Nobody quite knows how it works." He frowned, the whiskers of his face turning downwards. "The Hall is one of those places on Pendor where the unpredictable world of the supernatural intrudes on the sensible life of Pendorians. I'm afraid that I can't approve of the requirement." Lisanne said, "You said yourself that Pendorians were so different in their outlook that there had to be a genetic component. Something that we can only know by going through the change. I feel like part of your family, Llorow, you have been so welcoming. But I can't be a Pendorian without the change." Llorow, a tall, grey-furred mel with handsome features and an impressive collection of thick, white whiskers that expressed his feelings openly, nodded. "But you don't have to go now, right?" R'Chriss asked. "No, I don't have to go now," she said, slipping one arm around R'Chriss waist even as she held Mahr in the other arm. He pressed his cheek to her shoulder. "I can wait for a day. But I'm told that if I don't go soon, I'll find myself there eventually no matter what I do." Mahr pouted. "I'm afraid that what you turn into won't want to come back." "Oh, Mahr," she sighed, "I will always want to come back. Will you still love me if I'm a Tindal, though? Or still a Human?" Bahr held out his arm and touched her shoulder. The four of them stood in a small knot with Lisanne in the center. Lisanne looked up into Bahr's eyes, those grey, wise eyes, the eyes of a mel who had seen a century go by, raised a family, survived the primitive colony conditions, and who looked forward to an interesting future nonetheless. Bahr was a mel Lisanne trusted with her life. He trusted the Hall. He just didn't like it. "We will love you," he said. "No matter what." "Yeah," Mahr sighed. "No matter what." Lisanne giggled. "Where's my camera?" That afternoon, she stood outside with R'Chriss, watching as he confidently swung an axe, splitting logs. She couldn't keep her eyes, or her camera, off of him. He shamed any actor or model the mass media of Terra tossed in front of her eyes. His had changed in the months she had known him, had grown from the little boy lost in the woods quite literally, into the confident mel who looked forward to an existence in a universe that did not love him but among people who did. She had been taking pictures in the valley on the other side of this mountain ridge, a valley populated by a variety of dog-like predators that looked like they had evolved from something much more docile. It was hard to take serious their huge, cow-like eyes, until you watched a pack of them shred to pieces one of the animals that migrated through the valley as part of a herd. And there he had been. Lying on the ground, naked, cold, alone. She had brought him back to the Llorow's, who had put her up for a couple of days while she took photos. She had ended up staying for the next six months. Now it looked likely that, in some sense, she would be staying forever. She didn't object. His body had developed too. When she had found him, he had been soft in many places, fat. Now, a winter of chopping wood, fixing the houses, and hauling supplies had turned him into a lean, powerful creature that deserved the camera's attention. She wondered if she should send some of her photos to Playgirl. The idea made her giggle. "Argh," he grunted as a small chip of wood flew off a log and the axe landed soundly in the stump. He glanced over at her. "Are you still taking pictures of me?" "It's what I do. I take pictures, and an editor and I agree on which ones are best." "How many people will see these pictures?" "Three million, at least," she said. "I know that supposed to be a lot of people," he responded, "but I can't imagine it. How many people are three million? I mean, if that were on Pendor, that means that every other person I met, anywhere, would know who I was, right?" "Well, they would have seen your picture. Whether or not they would know who you were is another question. I mean, a month will go by and another set of pictures will come out to be seen by those three million people." She grinned. "Besides, I think pictures of you will be seen by a lot more than just the three million people who subscribe to Geographic. When the news breaks out that I'm staying, every news source on the planet will be showing my picture." She looked up at the sky. "The others will all be doing the talk shows for the rest of their lives. I wonder what they're going to say about me." "You could always ask Ed to record it all for you." Ed was the village AI. For all the appearance of a quite chalet in the woods, this place was also part of a world of technology unimaginably ahead of Earth. Computers here were invisible. The only thing that seemed "electronic" were the ubiquitous Personal Access to Data Displays, or PADDs, which were as easy to use as a newspaper. "I guess I could, couldn't I?" she mused as she fumbled with a new roll of film. She was used to film, and the Pendorian offer to replace it with one of their high-quality computer cameras had been interesting, but she'd refused. She wondered what she would do when she ran out of film. The Pendorians had told her that they could make more, but she wasn't sure she would want to use it when the quality of the graphic images was just as good if not better. And the monitors on Pendor could render color that was just impossible on Earth. "Why are you staying?" he asked. "It's not just me, is it?" He put the axe down and walked towards her. "I'm not sure I'm going to stay with the Llorow forever. I have to meet other Ssphynx, I mean, more than just the ones we've visited. And I want to visit Earth some day." She grinned. "There's a lot there. No, Chriss, it's not just you, but you're a big part of it. I do like being around you, being a part of your world, but I also just want to stay. Pendor makes sense to me. I've seen a lot of different places on Earth, and what I've seen tells me that people are generally torn in half. Most people are happy today, but everyone is convinced that they could be happier tomorrow. If you're happy, why screw it up by wanting even more?" "Because it could make you more happy?" he asked, not entirely sure that that was the right answer. "How do you quantify that?" she asked. Chriss stopped. "This is one of those 'wisdom' questions you keep bugging me about, isn't it?" "It is," she replied with a smile. "You have to tell me what makes you happy, and do you want more of it, or do you want more happiness, if there is such a thing, or do you want something else? Do you wake up every morning thinking about the things you will do or the things you won't do but want?" He paused for a moment. "I think I see what you're saying. If I'm happy, then wanting more of it doesn't make me happy in the short term. And if I get it, will I really be happy then, or will I want yet more?" "See? Every morning I wake up and look out a window and think to myself, 'Any place else wouldn't make me happier.'" I could probably be just as happy in other places, but happier?" She sighed. "It's what I like about Pendorians. They measure their happiness against the gains of change and only make the change if the equation balances out in their favor." He ruffled the fur on his arms with his hands. "It's cold out here," he commented. "You've stopped working. And you don't have your coat." "Let's go inside, then." "Good idea." He gave her a quick hug, then ran ahead of her, his long body loping through the snow, his tail bouncing wildly. By god, he was gorgeous. Lisanne shook her head. She shouldn't have been thinking about him that way. In many ways, Chriss was just a child, fully grown, clear in his thinking, but poorly equipped with the tools, the ingrained reactions and understandings that made Pendor work. On the other hand, she wondered, maybe she should be thinking about him that way. Ken had said that Pendorians are either family, neighbors, coworkers, or lovers. Chriss was family, but she wasn't his mother. She was... what? Not a surrogate; nothing so ugly. Not an alternative. Bahr had referred to her as a guide, as a person who existed to show Chriss through this first step of life. She needed a guide of her own. She sought out Bahr. He was in his basement, a room so hot she thought of classic claims of Hellfile. Bahr was holding an arc welder in one hand and two steel plates in another as two apprentices held back two large plates of iron. Bahr made wood stoves, and people around the Ring called on him to provide them with more. He had a waiting list that, as he described it, would keep him busy "for centuries." He sometimes worried that he was contributing to forest depletion and had already arranged with a group of Uncia to start up a foresting rotation and management system. As he put it, "I intend to be here in a thousand years. I'm not going to be like the Americans and deplete the entire landmass of 95% of its forestry in the first two hundred. The bright, hot light of the weld strike gave the room a surreal glow, as if she had walked into a disco where an epileptic DJ kept his finger on the strobe button. It gave a strange cast to the three Uncia males working in one corner, building the base of yet another of Bahr's creations. "It's good," said Bahr, standing back and pushing up the protective mask that covered his face. A soft hum that she hadn't noticed before now began to fade away. The capacitors that ran the welder were discharging. He turned. "K'Lisanne!" he said with a grin. "What brings you to my little corner of joy?" "Do you have a minute, Bahr? I would like to ask you for a little advice." "Surely, I have time for you," he said, gesturing to the other two that he would like to be alone. "What do you need?" "It's about R'Chriss. I... I worry that I may take advantage of him." She sighed. "Every time he touches me I get this thrill, like I would want more of that. Actually, every time anyone touches me I get that feeling, which is really starting to bother me." "Sounds to me like you need a little more attention than you're getting. Even humans have a need to get touched once in a while. And you probably more than most. You've got stress, K'Lisanne. You're something of a parent now. I know how it feels, trying to keep a houseload of kids shepherded myself." The image of 'herding cats' went through Lisanne's mind, causing her to smile. "I was barely out of the tanks myself. But I don't think you'd be taking advantage of Chriss. It's not in you. But still, Chriss might not be a bad choice. You are physically compatible, although it looks to me like you might have to do some thinking to get into a position that works. If you're really interested in finding someone to treat your body as nicely as you treat your mind, I'm sure one of my apprentices is more than up to the task" More imagination that threatened to make her smile uncontrollably. "Tell you what," Bahr continued, "I'll talk to Chriss, too. See if there's something you two have in common and can work out. If it comes from me, he might not suspect that you and I colluded. It'll just be the Old Man trying to make harmony in his little village." "You don't want to tell him..." "Sure I do. Whatever else you feel about R'Chriss, he is not a child. He's a fully grown Pendorian. His hormones work as well as anyone's, and his need for physical affection is as strong as yours, maybe moreso. Kids, even after puberty need physical attention. Maybe not sex, but attention. From everybody. You Terrans confuse me terribly by taking those people who need that the most and denying it to them, at least in your laws, for years. And the law scares you so much you don't even hug them. Maybe it's what your culture evolved to produce people who will work in assembly lines." Lisanne bristled at the notion of "her culture." She was not an American. Hopefully soon nobody would even think of her as a Terran. But she relented. This was Bahr after all. You couldn't stay mad at him for very long. It just didn't work. There was an enduring contentment about him that affected everyone nearby. She sighed. "All right, you win, Bahr. Go ahead and talk to him and see what you can do." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Breakfast at the Llorow house was a communal affair, usually served with the same food. In the winter, the Llorows rotated some sort of grain through their diet, and today was no different-- a kind of wheat gruel with little bits of meat in it, bacon she suspected. Mahr was cheerfully glomming down the contents of her bowl, while Bahr, his mate, and Chriss ate with more refinement. Lisanne had endured worse, and had actually come to appreciate just how effective the meal was at sustaining her energy through the morning. Beside, she mused, with such a wonderful family to share the meal with, it was hard to find fault with the food. The felines, of course, reacted with mock horror to her adding honey to her bowl, as well as her habit of morning coffee. They all drank some kind of herbal tea that Lisanne thought stank wretchedly. After she had helped clear away the remains of the meal and gives Mahr the hug she so eagerly demanded, Lisanne grabbed her camera and pulled out a map of the area to the 'starboard' or north of where the village lay. Bahr had said that there were a few migratory routes in there, and as winter was already starting to warm into spring it was likely that the smaller herds of 'pelk,' as he called them, would be wandering through. She wondered what 'pelk' were, other than some kind of herd animal. She realized that she was putting all of this effort into this today because tomorrow, tomorrow morning she reminded herself, she was going to the Great Hall of Pendor, a term that meant nothing to anybody except Ed, the AI, who only told her that he knew where it was. There she would be turned into a Pendorian. She had been told that it wouldn't be painful, just disorienting. She didn't know what to make of that. Chriss knocked on the door the small room she called her own. "K'Lisa?" he asked. Her emotions split every time he said her name that way; part of her resented the plaintive and needful tone, but the larger part thrilled to know that he did need her, that she was shaping him to be a whole, real person. She wondered if she was doing the right thing. She hoped so. Nobody ever actually got a teaching manual on how to be a parent, after all. Or a century's guide. "Chriss?" she asked. "Is that you?" "It's me," he said, opening the door further. "I wondered if I could talk to you." "About?" "Well, tonight. You're leaving tomorrow, aren't you?" "Only for a little while. Why does everyone make such a big deal out of the whole thing? I didn't know everyone was going to get so crazy about it just because I was going to walk the Hall." "I don't understand it either, but I kinda do understand that you're going to have a different body and that's a big change, isn't it? I mean, will you still be you?" She grinned. "Yes, Chriss, I will still be me." She reached out to touch his face. "You're afraid of losing me." He nodded. "I'm afraid of losing me, too. Will the K'Lisanne who comes out of the Hall, she'll have my memories, but will she be the K'Lisanne who loves you, loves Mahr, and loves to take pictures? I don't know, Chriss. I really don't." "You feel it too." She nodded. "It's not like I couldn't, Chriss. This is me we're talking about. I talked to one of my Terran friends yesterday and I couldn't convince him that I hadn't chosen an exotic means of suicide. I haven't. I promise. But I want to be realistic about this." "I feel sad that I'll never know you again. Never get to talk to the Human K'Lisanne." "Well, you never know. Maybe I'll come out as a Ssphynx, like you." He smiled. "Now that would be interesting!" But then the frown returned. "Change is hard." "And it has to be measured. But change is usually a good thing by itself. Since it can be measured, we can decide if the change is better or worse and, usually, go back if it's worse and try again." "Not this time," he pointed out. "No," she said. "Not this time. But, we'll see. Life will go on." She paused for a moment, biting her lip at the awful, trite cliche that had just come out of her mouth. "Remember what I said about happiness?" He nodded. "I just wish..." "What?" "I wish I had known you differently while you were human. I wish I had had a chance to know you as something more..." "Did Bahr talk to you last night?" He nodded just slightly. "Damn. I wish he hadn't," she lied. "I guess he was just trying to, well, find a common ground." "That's what he said!" Lisanne smiled. As a conspiracy, was this working, or was it becoming ridiculous? "That's what he said to me, too, when I talked to him about it. But I didn't think he'd talk to you about it." "You didn't tell him not to, did you?" "No," she said. "And maybe it's a good thing that I didn't." She brushed the back of her hand against his cheek. "Tell you what. Since I'm leaving this body behind, I guess we could put it through it's paces one last time before that. Chriss?" He looked up into her eyes. "Do you really want this K'Lisanne, the one you'll never know again, to be the first one you make love to?" "Yes," he said, trying not to sound too eager and failing. "Yes, K'Lisa, I do." "Then I'm not going to take pictures today." She put the camera down. "Want to help me put this away? Since it might be months, I want to make sure that the equipment is well-preserved." "I'll make sure it stays safe," he promised as they loaded the camera into her little steel case and put it away on a low shelf under the table. She walked out into the main room of the cabin. From a distance she could hear the sounds of hammering, metal upon metal, the sound of Bahr making yet another thing of beauty. He never stopped working. There didn't seem to be any need to. It was one of the things about Pendor that really spoke to Lisanne, the joy of doing what you were good at. She led him into the little room that Bahr had loaned to her. It had become her home over the past three months, the months that had flown by in a blur of work... and love. She had fallen in love with Bahr, Mahr, and Chriss; she had let herself be colonized, as she had put it, by the standards of the Pendorians, and she treasured every moment she had with them. She even like Ahamo, the first mel she had met alone out here, and the one who had introduced her to Bahr at first. The room, like the house, smelled of finished wood treated to keep the cold and the damp outside. A roof, floor, and walls of wide, thick beams, fitted together so strongly that Lisanne was sure nothing could damage them. The door on iron hinges that Mahr or one of his apprentices had probably made locally did not creak at all. The bed, again wrought iron and flush with the ground, was a thing of masculine beauty, a description of strength in blackened metal. When she had first seen the bed, she had thought it so huge that she might get lost amidst its folds. But now she knew why Mahr had given in to her. Mahr had anticipated this day. And maybe he anticipated her walking the Hall and coming back as a Ssphynx, too. No, that couldn't have been it. She had gotten the bed before meeting Chriss, before her decision to stay. It was just a coincidence, then, the Pendorian tradition of large beds at work. Chriss was tugging at her hand, pulling her along. "Woah," she said, "Slow down a minute." He turned to look at her, puzzlement on his face, but the tug continued. "Chriss, you need to take my clothes off first!" she insisted. "Oh!" he said. "Let's take this slow. We have all morning." She touched the side of his face with one hand and, slowly, leaned forward to kiss him. He closed his eyes and waited for the kiss, and when she touched his muzzle with her lips she was gently surprised that he opened his mouth slightly. Maybe it was the only way that Ssphynx could achieve the intimacy of kissing, with an open mouth, but she didn't object. She kissed him hard and let her hands fall on his chest. For the first time, she felt the strength within him as a sexual thing, as something other than the development of her ward. Instead, she felt in him the powerful sexuality of a mature, adult male, even if he was wearing a fur coat. He fumbled at her shirt, and she helped him take it off, tossing and her bra aside. The room was a little cooler than she would have liked. "Just a second," she said. Chriss let her go long enough for her to go to the corner opposite the bed and toss in a few more logs, opening an airway to make the fire hotter. "It was too cold in here for us naked humans." "You're not naked," he said. "But I will be soon," she replied with a smile. Chriss grinned and watched as she undressed next to the stove. "How do I look?" she asked. "Different," he said. "Not like anyone I've ever seen before." "That's called age," she said. "C'mere." He stepped closer and she took his hands, leading him to the bed. She knelt as she got to it, crawling backwards awkwardly, on her knees, pulling him onto the bed beside her. He followed eagerly, hunkering down onto the bed. This way, the two of them were nearly the same height. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts. "Touch me, Chriss. This will be the last time this body gets this kind of attention before it becomes something else, and I want to remember this the way I was, before the change." He looked down at his hands, at her breasts, and squeezed them delicately. To Lisanne, it was a touch she had missed desperately. The sensation of his hands on her body warmed her. "Harder," she said. The hands squeezed harder, moving over her skin. It was her turn. The fur of his chest was short, but thick, and the bright white she had seen on Indian tigers. It covered a powerful, masculine body that could be devastating when he finally overcame this shyness with strangers. This was a man made to woo women, Lisanne thought. She touched him all over his front. She thought it felt strange reaching below his belly, between his thighs only to find nothing there. She knew that his cock was elsewhere, further down that strong form, and she wondered for a moment if she were really up to the task she had put for herself. After all, she didn't know what a Ssphynx cock looked like, and it was a little late to ask Ed. His hands were still squeezing and mashing her breasts, and although there were moments where she thought he might hurt her, she didn't stop him. It was enough that he was touching her, him, this gorgeous boy that she had been living with for months. Their kisses were equally awkward; he was unskilled and she was unsure, but they managed in their own way. Finally, though, she had to stop him and see for herself. "Chriss," she whispered. "Lie down." He did as she asked, his large Ssphynx body sprawling out onto the bed. She pounced on him, laying atop his form. "Wow," she sighed. "I didn't realize how big you were." "I didn't, either," Chriss replied. "We always talk to each other standing up, and the size of my lower half doesn't really factor into that. I don't rear up much." "You did that one time when I asked you to help me get that jar off the top shelf," she said, recalling a moment in the kitchen two weeks back. "I was surprised then, too. I guess I'm not done being surprised." He kissed her cheek. "I like the way you feel." "I like the way you feel, too," she said, letting one foot slide down his torso until it was between his lower legs. Her toes touched something solid and she grinned at the way his face froze. She let her toes stray along that solid bar of flesh. It didn't seem to be that big. "Hmm..." she sighed. "What?" he asked. "It feels pretty big," she said, deliberately moving her toes over the length of it. "Let me go see." She slid down off of his body and turned around. He lifted one leg at the suggestion of her hand. His erection lay against his inner thigh, firm and large, but not unreasonably so. She had had a lover about that size and never complained. Size wasn't an issue with her so long as it didn't hurt. She touched it with her hand, wrapping one hand around it. It wasn't a color she was used to, but it wasn't an unpleasant thing. Penises were silly looking no matter how one looked at them. In that regard Chriss was normal. The smell of a clean and domesticated cat reached her nostrils as she lowered her head to his groin to take his cock into her mouth. It didn't have a human smell and it didn't excite her the way human scent, engrained in her through millions of years of evolution, should have, but that didn't bother her all that much. She took half the length in one clean swallow, letting her hand do the job of the other half. The leg he held up pawed the air in response, and both a purr and a moan came out of him. She wasn't an expert at this and didn't pretend to be. It was all she could do just to keep him inside her mouth without gagging and she used her hands as much as her mouth. His ballsac hung just behind the base of his cock, where it should be, she thought, and as she caressed it she appreciated the feel of the thin, fine layer of fur that covered his jewels. "Lisanne...!" he groaned. She knew what a groan like that meant and she wanted to save him for something else so she relented, letting go of his erection, which was throbbing in time to his hearts. She crawled back up onto his body even as he lifted his head from the bed. "You stopped!" he protested. "You said you wanted to make love to me." She was letting her Australian accent loose. Normally she kept it tightly under control and tried to sound like another generic American. "Let's make whoopee." He looked up at her puzzled. Her attempt at a joke hadn't worked, and it hadn't worked precisely because he had no idea what she meant. She kissed his mouth softly. "I want you to get inside me." She slid off of him again and lay down on the bed. "Come here," she said. He crept up over her, positioning his erection over her vulva. "I can't see where I'm going," he said. "I can," she replied. "Wait. You're right. This isn't going to work." She crawled out from underneath him and said, "Let's try this another way. I've seen how you bend. Turn over. Onto you back." He did as she instructed, and she straddled him right above his cock, her thighs resting in the crooks of his own. He grabbed a pillow so he could watch as she lowered herself above his erection. She could feel it touching her vulva, and then, staring into his eyes, she lowered herself onto it. It filled her like nothing she had felt in months, not since her night with Ahamo, and that had been something that had not repeated itself, no matter how wonderful it had been the first time. She moaned, falling forward, letting her hands fall on the ribcage that protected his large, main heart. She could feel it thudding fast under her hands as she let that cock fill her completely to the top. It was the best thing she'd felt in months. She fucked him, or tried to, but he kept lifting his hips to fuck her back. They kept losing the rhythm, but neither of them really cared. For Lisanne, it was the consummation of the relationship they had been building for months and the best goodbye she could ever have felt. His cock filled her and emptied her, striking all of the good places inside as it did so, making her feel lightheaded that she thought she was seeing stars. Her hips were warm with the effort but she didn't care. It felt so good! And he was barely keeping up with her. After her mouth. he wouldn't last long. "Oh, Lisa... You feel... so... oh... fah!" She held still above him, feeling his cock pulsing inside her. His body lay beneath her, trembling with their final effort, vibrating with the release. "Li... Lisa?" "Chriss?" she asked, giving him a smile. "Oh, Chriss... When I get back, we have to do that again!" He smiled, but there was that sadness in his eyes again. "I'm going to miss you." "I'll be back." "I'm going to miss you," he repeated, emphasizing the last word. She crawled up the length of his body, which to her was something of an expedition, and curled up next to him, her feet somewhere around the ribcage of his felinoid half. "It will be me. I promise." "I hope so," he said. "But I'm still going to miss part of you. You scars, even if you keep them, will be covered by fur. Your breasts won't droop so much anymore. Your belly will be young and firm. It won't be you. It won't be the woman with her history on her body anymore." He turned over suddenly, his forelegs lying on her shins. "K'Lisanne, I understand the... some people call it the 'taboo'... now. I do. No matter how much she remembers, the person who comes out of the Hall will be tempted by her new body, and temptation that strong always changes a person, even when they resist." Lisanne felt tears rise in her eyes, and for a moment the utter sadness of what she was about to do-- to him, to herself, to L'Mahr, to this whole village that had welcomed and loved her-- was more than she could bear. It was a kind of suicide. She had known that from the beginning. She stroked one of his prominent ears gently. "When did you get to be so wise?" she murmured softly. "I had the best teacher," he replied, kissing her cheek. "I love you, K'Lisanne. I do not want to lose you." "I hope you don't," she replied. They lay together, resting. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Lisanne looked around. The entire village, all thirty people, had come out to wish her well. She wondered if anyone else would ever have this advantage behind them, the goodwill of an entire Pendorian population on her side as she stepped on the SDisk. Breath steamed into the crisp, morning winter air. Many of them had worn coats over their fur; it was that cold. They formed a semi-circle around her. To some, it might have seemed that they had cornered her with her back to the SDisk, and in some small corner of her mind she wondered what they would do if, at the last moment, she changed her mind. She was not a coward, and she wouldn't fail herself, or them. This promise was one she would keep. Mahr stepped forward. "Goodbye, Lisanne." Lisanne knelt in the snow and hugged her tightly. "Good my, L'Mahr." "Come back soon." A comment like that and Lisanne didn't want to let the little girl go. That was the kind of sentiment she wanted more than any other. "Come back soon." "I will," she said. She looked up at Chriss, then to Bahr. He was the spiritual leader of this so common-sense community. Even more strongly, she said, "I will." "We know you will," Bahr said. She turned to Chriss, gave him a hug and a kiss. Such a real person, such a strong man in there. "Take care of yourself until I get back." "I will. Come back soon." The others surprised her by saying the same thing. With one voice if not entirely in unison, thirty Uncia crowded a little closer and said, "Come back soon." Lisanne tried not to cry, and failed. With a weak smile and a wave, she stepped back, said, "Be seeing you," and stepped away. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Travellogue, Day 9 Journal Entry 191 / 00916 Anar, Urim 20, 00916 He awoke with garish lights shining through painful eyelids. The lights dimmed as he blinked into them, and his surrounding resolved into a hotel room... no, a hospital room? "Welcome back to the living," a voice he hadn't heard before said. The owner of the voice was a Felinzi, another housecat, this one with a lush, reddish fur. "I'm Nance Narrone, Skii's father. I'm also your nurse, imagine that." "What happened to me?" "You've been stabbed, dear boy. Your lady friend is quite worried about you. Don't worry, Rhys Adnil stitched you back up good as new, and P'nyssa and I made sure that your guts will stay in place." "Stabbed?" Nickolai asked, confused. "I don't understand." "Stabbed. You know, given the shiv. Stuck up. According to the report, you did quite a lot of bleeding all over the floor in the hotel." "I mean, who? Why?" "That I'm not sure about," the Felinzi admitted. "You'll have to ask whoever's in charge of the investigation, not that there was much of one." "I don't understand." "Well, I-" "Nickolai!" he heard from the door. Shardik stood there, as did Furry and his mother. Shardik spoke first. "You have this surprising talent for firsts. First Terran to be stabbed by another Terran on Pendorian soil. We've had a few Pendorians assaulted, usually for sleeping with someone else's companion of the moment. But stabbings? That's so archaic I doubt the Uncia do it anymore." "What... what was I stabbed with?" "A meat knife." "Big?" "Not really." Shardik spread his hands apart several centimeters. Nickolai tried to imagine that much metal being shoved into his side, and paled visibly. Shardik smiled and said, "Don't worry. You're in the finest medical facility in the galaxy, as far as we know." "How... How long was I out?" "Well, the accident only happened at two Lome', and it's about six Arie' now... about nineteen hours?" "Oh." He was silent for a moment, then looked over Shardik's shoulder and out the door. "Hello, Mother." "Kolya, are you alright?" "He's perfectly healthy, Ms Dittrich. There's not a thing wrong with him." "Well, that's good. What's going to happen to that boy?" "Wait a minute," Nickolai shouted. "Just wait, okay? What happened? Who stabbed me?" "Matseh," Furry replied. Nickolai absorbed the first word she'd uttered since he'd woken with a dull sense of surprise. "The kid from the mechforce game?" he asked. She nodded. "Not even the AI was sure at first, because there were a lot of people in there. But he left fingerprints on the knife, not to mention a dozen other clues." "Actually," Shardik said, "his worst mistake was bragging about it to his friends. Not only did one of his friend turn him in, but the AI heard him. Stupid people shouldn't breathe." "Shouldn't breed?" Nance asked, as if unsure of what he'd heard. "Presumably, if they're not breathing, they'll have a hard time doing that, too." "Kolya..." Furry said, gently. "Your mother and have been having a long conversation." "Yes, Kolya," his mother said, picking up the conversation. "I owe you an apology. At first I did not want to sit in the same room with her. But she is a remarkably strong and determined person, and I was wrong. Of all the people on this voyage you could be spending time with, she is a good choice." "Mom... what made you change your mind?" "I'm ashamed to admit it, but you had to get stabbed for me to see it. That book I gave you told me that Pendorians do not care what happens to Terrans, and watching how they took care of you I saw that just wasn't true. And seeing how concerned she was convinced me of her honesty." Furry took two steps forward and leapt the full meter and a half to the bed, landing smoothly on both feet. Nickolai was still surprised by the sheer strength she demonstrated when she wanted to. She turned and sat down next to him. "And I've managed to convince her that you're not a little boy anymore." "I did not say that," Ms Dittrich said. "Ms Dittrich. We agreed that he is sixteen years old, and therefore he, like me, is capable of making his own decisions." Nickolai's mother smiled an embarrassed smile. "Perhaps it is sometimes difficult to accept that he is not my little boy, anymore." Nickolai's face flushed with embarrassment as he stared at his mother. He almost failed to notice Furry coming in from the side; he turned just in time for her lips to meet his. There was a sudden burst of applause, at first from two pairs of hands, then three. Furry backed away from him, her nose as dark as his face. They both fell back onto the hospital bed, giggling. "You know," Shardik said, "I think they're gonna be okay." "Come," Nickolai heard his mother say. "Let us leave them alone." "When you two are ready, we'll be back at Shardik Castle." "What was that line, Ken? The one from Uncle Robert?" N'Nance asked. "What? 'Never crowd a child about his privacy? Sure, they'll make mistakes, but so did you' ?" "Yeah." "But is it not the role of a parent to teach his child what decisions he should make in private?" his mother asked. "Well, yes," Shardik replied. "But after a while we as parents have to realize-" the door shut, and he missed the rest of the conversation. Furry burst out giggling. "I don't believe him!" "What?" Nickolai asked. "Ken! He's just so... so... convincing! He had your mother hanging on his every word in less than half an hour." "Must be a talent. Tell me, Furry, what's going to happen to Matseh?" "At the moment, he's being held in anticipation of the next cruiser back to Terra. His parents are going haywire- they're insisting he could never do any such thing. According to Ken, they were shown vid of him bragging, and they insisted it was a forgery." "I thought... when things like this happened..." "People just disappeared?" "Something like that." "Not really. It's more like... People who are dangerous, who can't control themselves, are dangerous in general, and the general public is within it right to remove that threat. We're removing that threat. Imagine being under a life sentence to never have dealing with Pendor again. To never ride in a Pendorian starship. In fact, to have trouble from Terran starships with Pendorian AI's installed. To never be in a business where Pendor is a major trade partner. Life sucks for Matseh right now." "Oh." Nickolai was quiet with his own thoughts for a long time. "Furry... could that happen to me?" Jofuran didn't answer the question. Instead she replied "You're scared of me again." Nickolai could hear tears in her voice. He nodded. She turned, kneeling before him, straddling his body. "Nickolai, unless underneath it all you're a crazy maniac waiting to kill me, nothing is going to happen to you that you don't want to happen to you." "I didn't want to fall in love with you." Furry's eyes widened. "What do you mean by that?" "I mean... I mean when I first met you, I just wanted to get to know you. And then... that kiss in the game room. "Furry," he said, continuing, "You, yourself... you're so fast, so strong, so powerful. And then you've got all this," he gestured widely, "behind you. Two days ago, I felt like I couldn't say 'I love you' because that didn't say enough, you know what I mean? And now... Now I don't know what to feel. I want you, I want you so much. But I can't make that click with the thought that the.. the 'you' I want is a meter- and-a-half-tall Pendorian mouse." "Markal." "You look like a mouse, sweetheart." "You called me sweetheart again," she said, teasingly, even through the sadness and pain in her voice. "Yeah, I guess I did," he said, pulling her down gently and hugging her close. "Are you upset by what I just said?" Furry was silent for almost a minute. "A little," she finally answered. "But not really. I'd like to think I understand how hard it is for you to understand. But when I'm with you, I never feel in doubt. I just know that I want you, and I love you. Remember when I said 'let's just be friends'?" He nodded again. "The worst four words in the vocabulary of relationships," she chuckled, "and I said them. But I meant it. When we talked in the pool, I knew I needed you, just as a friend, and you would just be my friend, I would be happy. For as long as I knew you, however long that was." He felt his chest tighten again, and hugged her closer. "Furry?" "No, Nickolai," she replied, "let me say it." She rose back up onto her knees and stared him in the eyes. "I love you." "I love you too, Jofuran," he whispered back. She fell on him, her muzzle open, her tongue in his. She kissed his cheeks, his eyes, his forehead. He laughed in response, feeling the pressure of yesterday lift from him. With a lunge, he grabbed her by the waist and rolled her down onto the bed, descending on her with equal enthusiasm, nipping and biting her neck before trailing down her left side, eliciting delightful squeals and screams as she protested his tickling her. "Kolya!" she begged, "please!" "What's wrong?" he asked, smiling. "Can't take a little friendly tickling, sweetheart?" "Oh, you're so silly!" she shouted, grabbing him and holding him close. He wrapped his arms around her in response and held her tightly. They were quiet for awhile before Jofuran said, "You owe me something." "What?" Nickolai asked, confused. "We didn't get to make love last night." She smiled suggestively. "According to Nance, I was busy almost dying last night." "Yeah," she said soberly. "You did. You know you pulled the knife out, making the wound worse." "I did? I remember reaching for it, but I don't recall pulling it out." "Trust me, you did. Ugly thing, too... serrated edge and wooden handle." "Yech." Nickolai again had trouble believing he'd been as badly wounded as everyone was saying. It hadn't really hurt that much, and he didn't feel poorly now. In fact, he felt pretty good. "Now then," she said, the smile returning to her face, "about that little debt." "You want to make love right here?" Her hands reached into his hospital gown and told him his answer as she found his cock and began stroking it gently. "Right here," she said, "Right now." "Furry..." "Jean, lock the door," Furry asked aloud. There was an audible >click<. "Ever read 'Stardiver Accidents'?" "Yeah," Nickolai admitted, smiling. His cock had surged to its full length under her fingers. "Untie this damned thing." She reached behind his back and pulled on the clasps holding it in place, tossing it aside once it was free. "Much better," she sighed. "Fa, but you look good. Don't bother with the skirt... just push it up and get inside me, Kolya, please." He smiled, complying with her instructions eagerly, descending between her spread thighs and sliding his full length into her cunt easily. She cooed in pleasure. "Kolya," she sighed. "I love you." "I love you, too," she replied, smiling through nearly-closed eyelids. He stopped supporting himself, laying his full weight on top of her and driving into her with his hips. She scratched at his back gently as they made love, his cock sliding in and out easily. He was surprised at how wet she seemed to be. He never sped up, and he knew he didn't need to. His pleasure, his climax was rushing forward even without his help; just being with her, inside her, excited him. Furry..." "I'm close, Kolya, oh yes-" "I love you." "I love you... oh!" she closed her eyes and hugged him close; he could feel her body tremble underneath him. He began loving her faster, harder, and his climax was almost instantaneous thereafter. He took three deep breaths and pushed himself up onto his arms. "There," he asked, "feel better?" "Oh, Kolya," she sighed. "I feel much better!" She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down. He landed with an "oof! Careful, you don't want me to crush you." "So I die in the arms of love," she said, laughing. "You won't crush me, Kolya. Trust me." He laughed gently and said, "I trust you. Come on. They're probably waiting for us outside." "Probably," she said. After making love as quickly as they had, Nickolai had to admit (to himself, at any rate) that he really didn't feel all that wonderful. "Furry, is it all right if we just take today easy?" "Like, sit in at Shardik Castle and not do anything?" "Yeah." "Fine with me," she said. "You okay?" "I just realized I'm not in as great a shape as I thought." "Come on." She found the clothes that had been set aside for him. "Oh, Kolya, they ruined your jacket." "What?" "He stabbed you through the jacket. There was a big hole, so Ken promised he'd get it fixed before he gave it back to you. I hope you don't mind." He shook his head. "It's okay... just so long as I don't need it anytime soon." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "I liked the smell of it." "We'll get it back," he said, hugging her shoulders. They walked out of the bedroom together, following the blue line on the floor to the SDisk, and back to Shardik Castle. "Nickolai," Shardik announced loudly as they walked together into his domicile. "Good to see you on your feet." "Thank you," Nickolai replied abashedly. "It's good to be walking again." "How are you feeling?" P'nyssa asked gently. "A little queasy, but I'm okay, I think," he admitted. "That's the result of the scavengers we used to clean out your GI tract," she said. "Perotinitis was one of your major problems. I recommend you eat... David, order me a GI special, would you?" "Of course, Nyss," the AI replied gracefully. P'nyssa began digging around in the kitchen. "Just a minute, and I'll have lunch ready. I hope everybody's up for salads." Shardik shrugged. "It'll do. Come in, don't stand in the doorway and keep it open. You'll let bugs into the rest of the house." "Where's Molly?" Furry asked Shardik. "Molly? Dave?" "Molly is in High Pressure Test Facility seven, in orbit around Saturn, Sol, Province of Terra." "Oh well. I was hoping to have another game with her." "Well," Shardik said, "You can always play me. If you can beat her, you can certainly defeat me... I'm no expert. But I like playing." "May I?" "I don't see why not. No time limit on moves. And I can consult." "With who?" "P'nyssa," Shardik said, turning towards the Tindal in the kitchen, "Remind me not to take this young lady to Rhysh. She catches on far far too quickly. I think even Borodir would be impressed with her negotiating." He turned back to Furry. "With Nickolai, P'nyssa, and Aaden if he returns." "Deal," Furry said. "Where's your set?" "In the next room," Shardik said. "I'll get it." "Lunch is ready," P'nyssa announced. "Here," she said, handing Furry a large wooden bowl. "One for each of you. You," she said, pointing a mitten at Nickolai, "Make sure you eat it all." "What is it?" "Mostly spinach, with a yogurt, blue cheese and onion dressing. You need the fiber, and the active cultures, to get your system back in action again. Otherwise you'll be spending the rest of your vacation in the bathroom." Nickolai regarded that as more than adequate reason to eat. Despite his slight nausea, he found himself hungry. "Don't eat so fast," P'nyssa said. "I said you had to eat it all, I didn't say in a minute flat." "I'm back," Shardik announced as he walked back. "With the old set." He placed the chessboard down on the table carefully and pulled the dark-blue cloth off the top. Furry whistled gently. "That's an Ebby, isn't it?" "On the money, Jofuran. How can you tell?" "Ebberd Winslow is the only person on Pendor who does watercarvings like that with crystal glass. And those Centaurs are definitely watercarvings." "I'm impressed. For someone who hasn't lived on Pendor for ten years, you've got a lot of background." "Thank you." The door to the home opened and Aaden stepped through, his eyes twinkling and his face smiling. "I did it!" he announced. "You don't want to know what I did to the soil on the western face of the bowl, but I did it!" "Did what?" "Taste," he said, holding out a blue slab of cut fruit to Shardik. Shardik looked at it dubiously, then took a bite, chewing carefully. "Not bad. What is it?" "Emani, from the planet Rohetori." He put the bowl he was carrying down and rubbed his hands together. "And Myk said it couldn't be done. 'Not in our atmosphere.' This'll show him." He leaned over and kissed Shardik on the cheek. "How you doing?" "Fine, fine." "Hello, again, Nickolai, Jofuran. I see you're doing much better, Nickolai. I'm sorry; that should never have happened." "There's no reason for you to apologize, Aaden," Nickolai said. "I think there is. I suggested the trip." "You couldn't know that he had enemies, even apparently insignificant ones, in that particular tour," Shardik replied quietly. "I guess not. Still, I'm happy to see you up and moving again." "Thank you." "Want a bite?" he asked, holding out the fruit to Nickolai, who looked at it, then shook his head. "I don't think it's a good idea." "Furry?" "Sure," she replied, taking the morsel from Aaden's paw and popping it into her own mouth. After a few seconds she said, "It's... interesting. Not really very sweet, is it?" "I was kind of surprised about that myself. It has an almost herb-like flavor to it, for such a large, flowering fruit. It'll probably end up in Ken's chili." "That's it! Thank you, sweetheart, for that wonderful suggestion." Shardik jumped up and ran into the kitchen. "Jofuran," he said over his shoulder, "could you finish setting up the chessboard?" "No problem." "Aaden, hon, how much of that fruit do you have left?" "I've got a total of four full-grown fruits. Why?" "How big are they?" Aaden held his hands about twenty centimeters apart. "Spherical?" The Mephit nodded. "I'll need just one. Uh... waitasecond. How much is seed, and how much is body?" "No distinction." "Really?" "Just rind and fruit. The rind's about a half-centimeter." "One will do. I'll cook them for tomorrow." "Why tomorrow?" P'nyssa asked. "Because tonight, sweetheart, I'm going to cook the prosciutto before it goes bad. And if I cook chili tomorrow, I can get rid of it at the family dinner the day after that." P'nyssa shrugged. Nickolai found himself easily distracted by the view out on the porch. Chess, he realized, was not a spectator sport, especially not the way it was being played. He knew the rules of chess, but except for an occasional battle with a computer opponent to while away the time, he had never played much. Instead, the view of the ring rising up attracted his eyes. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Aaden said, startling him slightly. "It is," Nickolai agreed. "Maybe you can answer this question. Why?" "Why the Ring?" Aaden asked. Nickolai nodded. "Does there need to be a reason?" "Well, he built it- doesn't he have a reason?" Nickolai asked, pointing in through the glass to where Shardik and Furry sat, staring over the chessboard. "Do you know the hows, first, Nickolai. That's the important question." "They say that Shardik used to be able to travel in time." "That's almost true. No, what happened is that he had a companion, and AI named Fawn, and she could travel in time. Not only that, but she knew how to build ringworlds and genetically engineer sentient lifeforms. Actually, she knew much more than that, as you can see. We sprang up from virtually nothing because of Fawn." "What happened to her?" "You see, that's the important question. Fawn knew everything, but she lacked something important. Will. Ken was her will. He took a look at what she could do, and decided that he wanted to do this. He could have taken over the Earth, I suppose, or any other of a dozen things, but he chose this path. Ken has often mentioned that 'raising children is the grandest form of adventure.' That's why he does it, and that's why he never gets tired of being what he is. There's too much to feel attached to. "Once Pendor was built and all, Fawn and Ken built Halloran Eldar and The Library. There were eight duplicates of the library built back before Paul was born. There are ten now. One resides with Halloran, six are scattered about the Ring. The others are in safe places. They're mostly duplicates of Fawn's knowledge base, her expert system. And then Ken did something very important. "He returned Fawn to himself. Fawn could time travel, and he went back and handed Fawn to himself. That's how he got Fawn in the first place, by a visit from Ken Shardik. He closed the loop, or spiral, or whatever." "Aaden," Nickolai asked, "Why are you telling me this?" "Because it's not supposed to be a secret. It's not a big deal anymore. Ken doesn't know how to time travel anymore, and he's personally not interested in learning how. Neither am I. Time moves the way it's supposed to, as far as I'm concerned." "Why a ringworld? Why not a Dyson sphere?" "I'll let you in on a secret. Ken Shardik hates Dyson spheres. Actually, it's a phobia of sorts. Ringworlds are monstrously complicated devices, but they can easily be made redundant. I think the redundancy on the primary orbital maintenance is something like nine thousand percent, and the secondary is twelve thousand. The same is true of everything else. The shadowring is a solid band of alternating transparent and opaque materials, because ringworlds have no naturally occurring ozone, so the transparent stuff is actually somewhat absorbative. "Dyson spheres need technology to keep your feet on the ground. Ken doesn't trust gravitics- it's a delicate technology that has the potential to break down far too easily. One breakdown on a Dyson sphere and woosh! You're flown out into space. Spinning accomplishes the same effect without technology. So Ken uses it instead." "This is going to sound dumb," Nickolai said, "but-" "But isn't Shardik Castle held up by gravitics?" Nickolai nodded, and Aaden smiled in response. "I'll tell you another secret- everything I've told you is pretty much a prepared speech. One of the things I didn't expect when I signed on with this crew was to become a spokesMephit for Ken or Alpha, but I did. People live in Shardik Castle of their own free will. Ken included. He didn't want to bring people into a world that was as unsafe as he makes Dyson spheres sound. But he's perfectly willing to let those people choose for themselves how they want to live." Nickolai stared along the ocean again. "It still doesn't explain why. Why this? Why didn't he decide to take over Earth?" "Do you want the speech, or my personal version?" Aaden asked, pulling up a wicker chair to sit in. Nickolai took the cue and pulled up his own chair. "What's your version?" "My version is 'I don't know anymore.' Honestly. I used to think it was because he's such a sensualist, but that didn't equate with M'Ress's telling me that he never went beyond hugs with any of his kids for a whole decade after the decanting of the Centaurs. For a while, I thought it was because he had Eros, the desire to create. That doesn't explain him now. If it was ego, why is he so... well... normal? Every time I think I come up with a good reason for Why Ken Built Pendor, it goes away with a reasoned argument." Aaden turned his head to peer in through the glass. "I mean, look at him. Silly, intelligent, directed, absent-minded, arrogant, unassuming, loud, silent, loveable, unliveable, you can attach any adjective you want to him, and you can find a situation where it fits him. All I know is that I love him, and apparently in a way that nobody else can, and he fills something in me that nobody else does either, and it has nothing at all to do with his being Vatare'. "Nickolai, can I ask you a question?" Nickolai looked up for a second, coming back from his thoughts after listening to Aaden. "What?" "You have... what, four years of schooling left, as I understand it?" "Yeah," Nickolai admitted. "I can terminate at two if I want, but four is the standard. How did you know that?" "I asked Dave last night." "Oh." "What I wanted to ask you was, what are you going to tell your friends when you get home?" "I don't know. I mean, I am going home, there's no question of that. And I'm going back to school with my roommate Michael." "'But, what did you while you were there?'" Aaden said in a mock, Anglic accent. "Yeah," Nickolai smiled. "What am I going to tell him?" "Tell him the truth." "I got stabbed by another Terran. I fell in love with a Markal named Jofuran. I was the first Terran to visit Shardik Castle in a century, and I spent my vacation there. I spent a night in Rocchodain, and I got to visit The Rowan." "And you've got three nights left to go." "Yeah." They were interrupted by a voice from inside. "Checkmate!" Furry shouted. "Gotcha." Shardik rose and disappeared into the kitchen. "I'll have dinner on the table at 1 lome', guys. Don't be late." "Hi," Furry said, sticking her head out the sliding glass door. "What's going out here?" "Guy talk," Aaden said. "Oh. You two want some privacy?" "No, no, come on out. We were just figuring out what we were going to be doing with the rest of our day." "Actually, there is something I wanted to ask you," Nickolai said, turning to Furry. "Could you show me how to shoot?" "I thought... I thought you didn't like guns." Shardik seemed to blink in behind Furry. "Guns? Did I hear someone mention guns?" "Uhm, Nickolai just asked me to show him how to shoot. Is there a place where I could do that?" "There's the gallery downstairs, or you could use the floating target set out by the beach. Aaden, would you show them where it is?" "Sure. C'mon." He leapt over the railing of the porch and fell the apparent twenty meters or so to the ground. Nickolai looked at Furry, who shrugged, and followed him. When they reached the ground, Aaden looked up and said, "I thought your ladyfriend was coming with us." "I think she went to get her gun." "You mean she wasn't carrying it with her?" Aaden asked, seemingly surprised. "I asked her not to." "Is that because you don't trust her, or because you're a Terran and don't like guns?" "I don't like guns." "Then why...?" "Getting stabbed changes one's outlook pretty fast." "It was a pretty cowardly sneak attack," Aaden said. "Knowing how to shoot wouldn't have helped you there." "It's also the Pendorian thing to do," Nickolai said. "If I'm going to... love... Furry the way I want to, I should at least know how to handle her gun." "Good attitude," Aaden said. "And here she comes." "Had to get my pistol," Furry said. "We figured." Aaden led them down towards the beach, stopping by a small wooden shack to recover some hardware. "Okay, may I see what it is you're carrying?" he asked Jofuran. She pulled her small pistol out of it's case and handed it to the much taller Mephit, who looked it over carefully. "Nine?" he asked her. She nodded. "I like a ten myself," the Mephit said. "If I could shoot a ten, I would. But practice leaves my hands bruised." Aaden nodded and handed his gun to Jofuran, who looked it over with equal care. "Very nice." "Yeah," Aaden smiled. "Okay, the first targets are at fifteen meters, then forty. You can see them right there-" he pointed out over the ocean. There were paper targets hanging visibly in the air. "You'll have to deal with windspeed on your own. Stand to my right," he said. "I'll take that one there at forty." There was a pause. "Call go." Furry paused for a second, then said "Go!" Aaden's hand was a blur as it disappeared into his vest, reappeared, and he shot off seven rounds in quick succession. "Half a magazine." "What was the score?" Aaden asked. Dave's voice, from quite literally out of nowhere, replied, "Of seven, three 'T' shots, head target, three 'T' shots, torso, one 'P' shot, torso." "Now you, Nickolai. With hers." "I... uh..." "First rule. Never point it at anyone unless you plan on shooting them, and that includes yourself." Furry handed him her pistol, with the muzzle pointing out over the ocean. "The second rule is never put your finger inside the trigger guard unless you're actually going to fire the weapon. So hold your finger like this," Aaden indicated, placing his trigger finger along the line of the barrel. "Third rule, the gun is always loaded. That means that no matter what, unless that gun is completely disassembled and you can see every working part that might come in contact with a bullet and you don't see one, then that gun is to be treated as if it were loaded. Got it?" Nickolai gulped and nodded. He was still absorbing the knowledge that he had a gun (a gun!) in his hand. "Good. We'll take a target at fifteen. That one. See it?" Nickolai nodded, discomfited by the fact that the target was a humanoid silhouette. "Okay. Take the hand you're going to shoot with and hold the pistol at arm's length. Now, back it off a little and put the other hand over it. Right. Now push out with your right hand and pull in with the left. The tension should help you steady it." Aaden turned to Furry and said "Nine light caseless, right?" "Uh-huh," Furry replied. "Okay, now I want you to sight along the barrel. You can see a little yellow spot at the end there... you want to put that between the two orange sights here, and over your target, in this case the chest of the person in that silhouette. Got it?" "Yeah." Nickolai gulped. "Okay... where's the safety on this thing?" "Sig design," Furry replied. "Pistolgrip safety only." "You mean it's always charged?" "Uh-huh." "Ick. Okay, you'll have to learn about safeties later. With your left hand, reach up and pull that top part, the slide, all the way back, and let go." Nickolai pulled as instructed, surprised by how much strength he had to put into it. "Good," Aaden said. "Hand back, and tension on. Now then, put your finger in the guard, aim, and squeeze in a steady pull." Nickolai pulled, waiting for the moment, and then suddenly the gun kicked in his hand, a loud ->pop<- resounding in his ears. "Not bad," Aaden said. "P-zone. Okay, try it again. You've already charged the weapon, so just aim and pull." After a while, his shots were getting worse and worse. "There are two things happening there," Aaden said. "One is that you're learning to anticipate the recoil, which is bad. You have to work through the recoil, let it happen, and bring the gun back to bear afterwards. The other is that your arm is getting tired, which happens during practice. Here, try mine." Aaden handed him his much larger pistol. "Okay, this is a ten millimeter magnum caseless. The loads are Ken's own. They're pretty powerful. I want to watch you fire the magazine empty. There are fourteen rounds." Nickolai stood in the position Aaden had shown him, charged the weapon, and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. "Safety's on," Aaden said. "That lever there, towards the top. Push it down, with one thumb if you can." Nickolai found it and managed. "Okay, now try it." Nickolai fired one round, and was stunned by just how powerful the pistol was. "Ouch!" "See? A lot stronger than the nines. Keep going." Nickolai re-aimed and fired, putting nine more rounds downrange before the gun went >click< and nothing happened. "You know what that was?" "What?" "Dud round. I put it in there deliberately. Notice that the gun jerked around anyway? That's because you're learning to feel the recoil. Now that you know it's there, you have to unlearn it again." Nickolai smiled, chagrined. "Okay, now pull back on the slide to eject the dud round and fire off the last three." Nickolai complied until the slide locked back, the chamber smoking. Aaden took the pistol from his hand and said, "Not bad, not bad at all. You're pretty much a natural at this." "It's pretty scary." "On Terra, the gun's a sort of totem, a symbol. Having one almost implies that you have to use it, which is just plain dumb. Imagine what would have happened to Terra if people had felt the same way about nuclear weapons." "Some people did feel that way about nuclear weapons," Nickolai pointed out. "Then you should be grateful that those people were the minority," Aaden said thoughtfully. "Come on, it's almost nightfall, and Ken promised to have dinner ready." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Welcome back," Shardik said as they walked in. "How did it go?" "He's almost as good as you are." "Really?" Shardik said, smiling. "A natural?" "He was pretty impressive. He's got recoil reflex, but that's pretty common in beginners." "Yeah. So, what do you two have planned for tonight?" "Nothing," Furry replied, scratching herself behind one ear. Nickolai took over for her, and she closed her eyes and sighed as he did so. "Well, in that case, you're hired." "Hired?" "Yeah. We need baby-sitters tonight." "Tonight?" "You did say you were willing to do a stint. It's only between three and seven; Oedipus at Polonus is being done tonight in the Farside theatre, and a lot of the household is going. There are only five kids right now, the youngest is two, the eldest is... seven, I think. It's not a big deal." "We did say we could," Furry said to Nickolai in a voice that indicated she was not at all thrilled with the idea. "Yeah, we did," he replied, smiling. "C'mon, it'll be fun." "I suppose. So, what do we do?" "Well, since they're going to be here, alone, with SDisk lockout on all of them, your job is to see to it that they all fall asleep in the right beds, and that they don't kill themselves or each other before bedtime. Like I said, it's not a difficult task. Kids can usually find ways of entertaining themselves." "Sounds easy enough," Nickolai said. "Good! Come, eat," he said. "You'll have to come up here to get your plates. Dave, tell P'nyssa we're ready for dinner." "She's already on her way," Dave replied. As if on cue, P'nyssa walked through the side door to the rest of the domicile and into the kitchen. She was immediately swept up by Shardik, who nuzzled her close and scratched her back in a way that Nickolai immediately labled as 'lascivious.' The thought made him smile. "How ya doin', lover?" Shardik asked her quietly. "Pretty good. Are you really taking me out tonight?" "It's a deal. Aaden's taking Sufi, right, Aaden?" "As far as I know. He hasn't called me yet. I can't believe he accepted... he's more of a stay-at-home than you are." "Well, we'll see," Shardik said, smiling and handing plates onto the counter. "Eat, eat, it's good for you." "Uh, Ken," Nickolai asked, "What do we eat this with?" "You've got two choices," Shardik replied. "Forks, or chopsticks. I prefer chopsticks, but that's just me. Remember that history shows that the Italians got quite a number of their cooking ideas from the Chinese, so it's no surprise that a lot of Italian food is accessible with chopsticks. Tortellini is just one of those many things." He smiled wide and handed out a pair of sticks to Nickolai, and another to Furry. "I know, I know, you'll use a fork," he said, handing one to P'nyssa. "Aaden?" "I'll try the chopsticks... again." Aaden smiled an exasperated smile. Shardik tossed him a pair. "You'll get it this time." "It's not that I can't get it. It's just that every time I try and eat those things with these things, I get sauce all in my fur." "I'll lick it off." "And if I have to feed you petroleum jelly so you can cough up a furball of my fur, forget it." Shardik laughed gently. "What are friends for?" He joined them out in the living room, sitting casually on the floor in front of Aaden's chair. "Like this, Nickolai," he said, demonstrating the sticks and how they worked. Nickolai was gratified to find Furry having just as much trouble as he was with the seemingly simple implements. Nickolai was also intrigued to notice the common gesture of Shardik and Aaden's symbolic relationship... the fact that one of them sometimes sat above the other. He wondered if it would have been less disturbing if Aaden had been the one sitting on the floor, or would it have made any difference? He looked up and noticed P'nyssa staring at Aaden, who then looked at the ceiling. Shardik turned to look at Aaden. Aaden then spoke, to Nickolai- "What do you think?" "What do I think about what?" Nickolai asked. P'nyssa replied. "I'm sorry if you feel I invaded your privacy, but that much curiosity is hard not to notice. Do you think it would make a difference if it were Ken sitting in the chair, and Aaden on the floor?" Nickolai gulped, considered his answer, and said, "I don't know. I mean, I would like to say 'Yes,' but that's only because Ken is supposed to be the..." "The word is 'Vatare','" Shardik offered. "What works about my relationship with Aaden is that neither one of us has any pretense about who I am or who he is. He isn't interested in me because I'm Vatare', any more than I'm interested in him for whatever reason that might be." "I thought it was because I was the gardener," Aaden said, suppressing a laugh. "Isn't that what you said? How Chatterlyish?" Aaden leaned over and kissed Shardik, who returned the kiss with a passion that made Nickolai feel hot with discomfort. A feeling which grew when Aaden reached down into Shardik's shirt and did something that made Shardik squeal into the kiss with pain. "I hate when you embarrass me like that!" Shardik said, blushing. "You do it to me all the time," Aaden replied. "Eat your dinner." Shardik shrugged and returned to fumbling with his chopsticks. After dinner, all three of their hosts disappeared into the bedroom to get dressed, leaving Nickolai and Furry alone in the main room. "Are you ready for this?" "I don't know," Furry replied, smiling. "If they're good children, we'll probably end up spending the entire night playing computer games or something. If they're not, we could end up needing to wash the food and dirt off of us later." "Well, guys, whaddya think?" Shardik said, rising out of the bedroom gravwell. Dressed entirely in white with a green trim, Nickolai recognized it as the dress uniform of the Pendor Fleet. The only slight change in it from what Nickolai remembered as the standard was the white two-centimeter-wide choker he wore around his throat. Aaden followed in a suit of the same cut, only cast entirely in black leather. P'nyssa's outfit was equally outrageous, a slinky, golden, floor-length dress that barely reached up to cover her breasts and apparently stayed up by capricious whim. Along with the dress, her hair had been straightened out into a cascading cut with bangs, and accompanied by a golden tiara made of two twisted braids and a black cloth that descended from it, starched and folded as if to resemble a pair of wings. "I think we've stunned them with out decadence," Aaden said. "You two go on. I'll introduce them to the children. Kolya, Furry, ready?" "As I'll ever be," Furry replied dryly. "Come on, it's not that bad. I do this all the time. I'm still alive." He led them into the central meeting chamber, where they had originally met Shardik and such, and said, "Well, here they are. This is N'Fort, Melanie, Tria, Logan, Calli, Traf, and... Traf, where's Calffn?" Traf, a male Centaur, said "I da know. She was with Mom." "You'll have to watch Calffn," Aaden said, smiling. "She's the oldest, and a bit of a ringleader. If you're going to have trouble, it'll come from her." "Wonderful," Furry said. "I wonder if I can find a way to keep her occupied." "You can," Aaden said. "The one thing she absolutely wants to learn about is Earth. Just sit her down with Nickolai. Of course," Aaden smiled, "that means that you can't have him until we get back, because he'll have the attentions of another woman." Nickolai thought the look on Furry's face was so exaggeratedly serious that he broke out laughing. "What's so funny?" she demanded. "I'm sorry, Furry, but you look so... so... serious! Really, I'm sorry. Look, we did promise them." "I know," she sighed. "Okay. Where is this kid?" "Aaden?" a new voice broke in through the noise. "Michelle! Where's Calffn?" "I'm right here," said a new voice rising from the Castle's grav tube. "What do you need?" "These are your sitters for the night," Aaden said. "Nickolai, and Jofuran." "Which is which?" said the Uncia stepping out of the tube. Nickolai started at her, wondering. She was nearly as tall as Furry! "The boy is Nickolai," Aaden said. "Easy enough?" "Got it," Calffn replied. "Ready to go?" Michelle asked Aaden. "Ready as I'll ever be," Aaden replied. "Say, where's your date?" "Don't know," the Centaur said. Nickolai thought she looked beautiful. "And where's yours?" They began walking out the door. "Good question," Aaden admitted. "I guess you'll have to be my date, and hope they show up at the play." "Sounds like a good idea," Michelle admitted. She looped an arm through his and their voices faded, finally disappearing, Nickolai guessed, when they used the SDisk. "So," Calffn said, "Whaddya wanna do?" "I dunno," Furry said, "Whadda you wanna do?" Nickolai was impressed by how quickly and easily Furry seemed to slide into the slang Calffn was using. "I dunno," Calffn replied. "Hey, you're new here, aren'cha? Where'd Ken pick you guys up?" "I'm from Israel," Furry said, trying to latch onto Aaden's suggested subject material. "Never heard of it," Calffn replied. "It's a country on Earth." "Really?" Calffn seemed to light up. "Hey, but you're a Markal." "Yeah, so? I lived there with my folks for the past ten years." "Really? What about your boyfriend?" "I never did nail that down. Where do you live, exactly?" "Huh?" Nickolai asked, caught unawares. "Well, half the year I lived near London, the other half I lived in New York." "I know where those are," Calffn said. "You really lived there?" "I really did." Once he had her attention, Nickolai realized that dealing with Calffn would be no trouble. And without their nominal "ringleader," the rest of the children were exceedingly well behaved. And the rapt attention that Calffn and Logan, a male Tindal about a year younger than the Uncia, gave him was so endearing that he was actually disappointed when Aaden and another male Uncia he hadn't met before came walking into the center room. "Evening," Aaden said. "I see you had no trouble." "None at all," Nickolai admitted. "Where's Furry?" Aaden asked. "She's putting Tria to bed." "This, by the way, is Sufi. Sufi, meet Nickolai Dittrich." "The young Terran who was stabbed yesterday?" he asked, genuinely curious. "Glad to meet you." "Good to meet you, too." Furry came around a corner, and after herding the last two children off to bed, Aaden and Sufi said their goodnights and headed off into their home, leaving Nickolai and Furry to do the same. After the door closed behind them, Furry said "You did that pretty well." "It was easy," Nickolai replied, jumping into the gravwell and descending into the bedroom, Furry right behind him. "Still," she admitted. "Can I ask you something?" "You can ask me anything," Nickolai replied, suddenly realizing what it might be that she would ask him and feeling his anxiety increase slightly. "It's not something you Terrans think about anymore, but would you like to have children of your own?" "I was afraid you were going to ask something like that," he replied smiling. She took off the skirt and blouse she had been wearing for most of the day and sat down on the bed, leaning up against a pile of pillows, her tail draped across and down her thighs. Although Nickolai didn't think she'd meant to, the sight of her naked like that made his mouth go dry; he debated taking off his pants with his hardening erection. "But have you?" she asked. He turned his back and stripped off his pants, throwing them aside and sliding under the covers before turning to face her again. "Not really," he said. "Like you said, it's not something I've been trained to think about." "But, I mean, if... if we were still together, you know, in a few years... would you want to?" His anxiety level rose a little more, and he squirmed uncomfortably. He didn't like where this conversation was leading. "Furry, we can't have children. We're not the same species, and I'm sterile anyway." "That's not an issue on Pendor, and you know it." "Also, Terrans aren't allowed to stay on Pendor for more than thirty days without diplomatic passes anyway." "We could go to a Pendor colony," she said. He turned over, turning his back to her. "I couldn't." She curled up against his back; he closed his eyes and tried to fight his feelings for her as she lay one arm over his side and kissed his back; he could feel her whiskers tickling him slightly as she did. "Nickolai, don't be angry at me because I'm just doing what I know I want to do." "But Furry... " He turned over. "I'm... I'm sorry. I mean, I really don't know. All my life I've been taught about the way things work on Terra, and that's the way it's meant to be." "But Kolya, I'm not a Terran. I can have children, right now if I want. And maybe, someday soon, I will want. And right now, I want the person who helps me raise those children to be you. I know, that silly and stupid of me, but I'm lying in bed next to you because that's what I want. I'm not like Skii... I don't jump into bed with someone to have a good time. I do it because you mean something special to me." "I know Furry," he replied. "And you mean something special to me. But I don't know what that is yet." "Kolya, this may sound like a dumb question, but would expect... monogamy out of me?" "Good god, no," he replied, smiling. "I'd like to hope I'm too smart for that." "But would you want me to be yours, I mean, forever?" He nodded, feeling a tear in his eye, but he didn't feel sad. There was a smile on his face, a smile he couldn't make go away no matter what he thought about. She returned the same, silly smile, and hugged him close. "Oh, Kolya, I love you." "And I love you," he replied. "Let's go to sleep." "Then you'll owe me two tomorrow." "Then I'll owe you two tomorrow," he replied, smiling. "I think I'm healthy enough for that." He reached over and slid his fingers over the light controls, then found the controls for the window, bringing it to full transparency. As he cuddled her close, the rough crags of Marblerange Northmount glittered in the ever-changing reflected light of other sectors. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dual Life Journal Entry 131 / 00611 Aldea, Narnya 10, 00611 June 12, 2495 It didn't seem like much, although it had cost a fortune to ship from Terra to Centaurus. A box two metres high, it could have held any of a number of "appliances", as it was labeled. There were only a few shipping labels in all, one marking the contents as fragile, one indicating that it had its origin on Mars, another indicating that its destination was Centaurus University, and another indicating that its contents were, for customs purposes, "a home appliance," indicating that it was its quality that made it worth exporting. That, in turn, had increased the customs excise; it had been deemed a luxury good. The standard home appliances could all be found manufactured by the local VN factories that scoured the Centauri system for raw materials. Centauri, deemed by the Terraforming Ethics Board to be a junk system with no inhabitable planets, had been turned over to Centaurus U. and its raft of automated factories. All this didn't make the extra three thousand eu-dollars tacked onto the cost feel any better. Judith found herself wondering why she even cared. She had more money than she would ever know what to do with. She had more patents on robotics than anyone else and her personal worth, although astronomical by many people's standards, didn't even register in her daily thoughts. She had more important things to do. She picked up the large powered screwdriver and nervously approached the box. She had ordered this months ago, had been anticipating this moment for all that time and now that it was here she found herself reluctant to proceed. Would this really be as good as the advertisments promised? What about her fantasies? Would it be THAT good? She had had her doubts even when she had placed the order, but now that the "appliance" was here... A beep distracted her, bring her some relief from her own concerns. "Who is it?" she asked. For all the usual political reasons Centaraus didn't have an AI, just an SI, but that was good enough for most day-to-day operations, and it answered, "It is Director Ng, Dr. Koresh." She nodded, then walked over to the telecommunications terminal. "Yes, Hankei?" "Judith, I'm glad you're awake. I have good news for you. I recieved a letter from Dr. K'Tora that he'd like to come to Centarus and see your work. He's apparently fascinated with some of the solutions you've come up with for the SI to AI conversion and restriction problem. You don't have to agree with his politics, Judith. I just want you to talk to him." Politics? What did politics have to do with the fact that she had finally advanced the state of the science of cybernetics even beyond that which the Pendorians were capable? She had finally come up with a system that allowed SIs to make judgements within specialized criteria that were as close to the full moral capability of human beings and the so-called Pendorian AIs without the need for an inner life, a consciousness, whatever it was called. Without the need for intractably complex processing systems. "Of course I want to talk to him," she said calmly. "Good! He'll be bringing two assistants with him. Fel T'Morn and R. Analissa. Have you ever heard of them?" Judith shook her head. She wasn't in the habit of keeping track of every graduate student that had ever published some minor work. She did read the abstracts, but those names had never highlighted themselves to her as significant. "Now, remember. The restriction issues are still a hot topic. Don't bring it up. Let him, and if he does, discuss only the technical aspects of it. I don't want the Terran government to come down on our heads about this. They still have warships, you know." Judith sighed again. Now she understood. "I hate politics." "I know you do. But you usually handle this well. All I'm asking is that you keep handling it well." "Goodnight, Hankei." "Goodnight." The connection broke. Judith walked back to the box, feeling a bit better. "So," she said, retrieving the screwdriver, "Let's see what's in the box." She started at the bottom, working her way halfway up one side, then up the other, methodically placing the screws on a table as she did so. When she had the very top one free, she used the flathead insert to pull the front panel free of the box. It came off easily, falling to the floor with a thud. "I'll have to send that to recycling," she muttered to nobody. She was faced with a wall of foam, a single unit that occupied the box from floor to ceiling. She located a small plastic insert attached to the inside of the panel she had just removed, pulled out a small vial, cracked it open, and pressed the open end against the foam. The foam began to contract, slowly compressing down to about one-tenth of its original size. As it did so, it revealed the form hidden behind it, a form still in another layer of plastic wrap. A humanoid form, peaceful in its repose. After moving the now dense foam packaging out of the way and tearing off the plastic wrap, Judith regarded the face and body of her new toy. As she had specified, the unit had the same general dimensions as Judith's and a clear and fully functional Maya capability. It was a lovely example of what grey marketeers could do with a little ingenuity and a lot of software. The body was tall, perfectly formed, and naturally naked. It was the client's duty to dress the doll as she chose, of course, although Judith realized with a shock that she hadn't even thought of what kind of clothes the doll should wear, if any at all. Her eyes trailed over the olive-colored skin of its thighs, pausing briefly at the small patch of pubic hair between its legs. The belly was flat, the navel sculpted to oval perfection, the breasts moderately sized and with no visible sag. The face was about as generically beautiful as a modeler could make, with full lips and long, chestnut-brown hair. Judith knelt down onto one knee and picked up a small envelope glued securely to the floor of the box. She opened it. Out fell a silver chain with a long, narrow charm on the end of it, along with a small booklet, quite professionally printed. She read the manual carefully. It covered maintenence of the unit and supplies the unit would need. The unit was self maintaining and perfectly capable of washing itself, but it would require a battery repair after thirty years, and some of its more advanced functions required a chemical mix provided by basic fatty foods; it could even operate off of straight yeast mix, and it didn't need that much of it; less than half a kilo a day, apparently, if she wanted to use it everyday. The chain was part of the activation and security sequence. The doll would only stay active so long as the chain was around it's neck, the charm activated and within one meter of the artificial sternum. Judith looked at the charm closely. It was a thin crystal, barely four centimeters long, pointed at both ends with a silver band at its midpoint and a silver mount at one end. It didn't look particularly cheap, nor did it look exceptionally expensive. It was just something a woman could wear if she chose. The manual also specified the left hand of the unit was tattooed to make it clear that this was a robot. Judith examined the left hand and saw that both the front and back were indeed tattooed with the mechanical man symbol, a cylindrical face within a bold square with rounded corners. The manual specified that it was illegal to modify, obscure, cover, or remove this symbol within the Sol Sphere, and that doing any the above or ordering the unit to do so would entail severe penalties. She grimaced and considered removing the tattoo. Terran law didn't exactly apply on Centaurus, but Centaurus was very careful not to upset the Terrans, especially on issues of machine intelligence. It was the first time she had actually touched the unit and she found the sensation disturbing, as if she were dealing with a corpse, so cold and unresponsive was the otherwise delicate-seeming hand. On impulse, she took the crystal and turned the midpoint. It vibrated briefly to acknowledge that it had been turned on, and then she hung it around the neck of the unit. It's eyes came open. "Please stand by," it said in a casual voice. "Your Living Doll system is currently powering up from full storage and is not ready for use unless you are a necrophile. Reaching operational temperature will take approximately four hours. At that time, the unit will require approximately four hundred grams of biomass and three liters of water to function according to its full specification." Judith sighed. She shouldn't have been surprised that there would be a delay in starting the unit up. That bit about being a necrophile had probably been inserted by the aftermarket value-added reseller. But her fantasies would have to wait until tomorrow before she could start to indulge them with her purchase. Well, she had waited four months, she could stand to wait a little longer. "Unit, can you understand me?" "Unit is listening." Judith sighed. Although she was used to adressing machines with a limited vocabulary this unit, despite its coldness, still looked human enough that she felt it should have a name. "Unit, do you have an, uh, identity?" "Unit is identified as Living Doll Series 8, Martian Metals psychological trauma care android type R, serial number..." It rattled off numbers, then finished, "Serial name Rio." "Is that the name of all robots in you class, or just yourself?" "Just this unit. Name is chosen at random from a table, and removed from the table after use." "If I choose another name for you, will you use it?" "Yes." "Do you have a less formal conversational mode?" "Yes." "Use it, please." "Please specify level of mode. The most common modes supplied with this Living Doll are: casual, therapeutic, romantic, and slave." "Casual," Judith said. The head of the robot turned and looked at her. The eyes were warmer now, more convincing. Its designers had been good. "Hi there. I'm Rio, your Living Doll, currently in Power-up and Customer Familiarization modes. What can I do for you?" Judith pointed to the kitchen. "You will find a water outlet and four hundred grams of yeast biomass in there. Once your chemical processing plant has finished powering up, please make use of it. When you are done I want you to sit in the kitchen chair out of sight of the main door there. I will return shortly. Is there any part of this instruction that you cannot follow?" "Your instructions are fully understood," Rio said. "Good." Judith left the robot where she had found it, in the box. Gathering a coat that served no purpose on a space station, she walked out into the hallway and made her way to the merchanting section. She had some ideas, oh yes, about what she would dress Rio in. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- When she returned she had a large shopping bag in one hand. She walked into the kitchen to find Rio sitting where she had specified, waiting for her. "Rio," she said, "please put this on." "I don't understand that instruction," the robot said without looking up. "Do you know how to dress yourself?" Judith said. "Yes. But only in the clothes appropriate to my duty. Those are not." "Damn," Judith said, "Cheap VARs. This will not do. Rio, stand." Rio did as she was instructed. Judith pulled the white, lace outfit over Rio's head and cinched it at the waist. The leggings fell over it's thighs gracefully. It was a simple piece of lingere, the first of many she would try on Rio in the next few weeks. She would enjoy this. Consulting the manual for a moment, she pulled out the remote programming unit. "Rio, facedancer mode." "I am waiting." She slipped a flashcard into the unit. "Rio, uploading." "Receiving." There was a delay. "You may not want to watch this. I have the file Judith 561." "Assume Judith 561." Judith decided not to watch. She waited until Rio said, "Transition complete," and then turned around. She found herself staring at herself, which had been the whole idea. Even the hair had changed, shorter than the default, and a slightly lighter shade. She reached out for Rio's hand. The robot responded by holding it out and letting Judith take it. It was warm and dry, indistinguishable from human. "Rio, romantic mode." Rio smiled and closed the distance between them, wrapping one arm around Judith's waist. It laid its head on Judith's shoulder. "So," its voice said calmly, "shall I take you into the bedroom and make you happy?" "I'd like that," Judith sighed. It was what she had been waiting for for all these months. She led the robot into the bedroom. She turned around and said, "Undress me." Rio looked at her. "I am not prepared to do that." Judith sighed. "Undo the buttons here and here, and let it fall." She instructed the robot painstakingly in the process of taking off her shirt. "Can you do that in the future?" "With the same article of clothing, yes." Judith sighed. Abstraction and categorization were the hallmarks of AI, not SI, systems, and this unit didn't look like it had the processing power to do more than the most basic abstraction. Predictably it had been loaded to recognize furniture and it had a huge library of medical information, but beyond it's basic programming it lacked any serious capacities for reason and judgement. She stood naked with Rio, admiring the shape as one would in a mirror. "Rio, please me." Rio faced her, approached her, took both of her hands in its own and led her to the bed. A kiss landed on her collarbone, talented hands caressed her breasts. She admired the programming even as those hands squeezed and teased, pinched at her nipples, aroused her to heights. She whimpered as Rio's mouth kissed at her belly. Lips touched her mound. Her nether lips felt liquified. A tongue pressed inwards, perfectly skilled, perfectly gauging her condition as it drove her to climax. It was far better than her simple vibrator. Rio was wonderful, its programming perfect. There was no hesitation, its hands were on her thighs as the tongue licked around her clit, driving her wild. She screamed out in pleasure even as she came. Rio sat up in bed. "I need to clean myself," it said calmly. "There's a bathing room over there. Do you know how to use it?" "Can you reword that?" "Do you know how to clean yourself?" "Yes." "Then go into that room and clean yourself." She settled back onto the bed and sighed, her body trembling with pleasure. Damn, that had been good. The robot really had been worth it. That had to have been the best orgasm she had felt in months. She waited for Rio to come back out of the bathroom. Then she remembered that she hadn't told Rio to come back out when it was done cleaning its face. With a sigh she rose out of bed, thinking to herself that she was going to have to find space in her closet for her new toy when she wasn't using it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Mmmm, you are so good at that, Rio." If there was one thing the robot truly did have a talent for, it was massage. That went with its therapeutic and medical programming. It was designed to take care of people. It took care of Judith very well. "Thank you, Judith," Rio responded, the same way it always responded. And that, prehaps, was what bothered Judith most about Rio. It always behaved in the same fashion. It always acted according to instructions. There was very little variation in its programming and no unpredictability. Although she was aware that there were hundreds of programs within Rio's scenario engine, they were comprehensively scripted; there would be no creativity in Rio's actions. Feeling relaxed, Judith let her imagination wander. Her mind took two different tracks, one trying to imagine Rio's innards, the other trying to figure out how to enrinch Rio's programming. Rio finished and Judith rose from her bed. "Return to your storage," she sighed, watching with pleasure as the robot walked back into the closet, disappearing back behind her clothes. Judith dressed herself and headed for class. Later that evening, she found herself sitting in her office, doodling. She had let her momentary fantasy of the morning distract her from putting together her research curriculum for the next four months. Maybe enhancing Rio should be a research product. She thought for a moment and an idea came to her. She sat back and requested some documents on her desk display. "So," she muttered. "Your innards are pretty standard and predictable, Rio. Like the rest of you." She glanced at another display. "And your programming is only pseudo-encrypted." She dialed a number. "Jaloo Tambour?" The young man on the other end of the phone looked surprised to see her. "Ms. Koresh?" "I need a research student for something. Do you have a few hours?" He smiled. "Do I have a choice?" "Yes," she said. "I need a volunteer. There's no penalty if you don't accept. I need something cracked." His eyes lit up with curiousity. "Sure, I'll take a look at it." Judith smiled and transferred it to him. "Call me when you've got it." "Will do," he agreed. Four hours later, Judith had the rough outlines of a hardware module that she expected would fit into one of the expansion slots within the robot's processing units. Her phone lit up. "Ms. Koresh, I have that code you wanted cracked. This, uh, isn't exactly legal?" "It's perfectly legal. It just violates the warranty on an appliance." "Oh." "I'll keep this in mind, Jaloo. Did it take any creative effort?" He shrugged. "It was industrial, but it didn't take hyperdrive science." "Still, I do appreciate it. And I will remember your help around grade time." She let a natural coldness creep into her voice, feeling curious that she should have to think of it at all. "Especially if I begin to hear of it from other people. Are we clear?" "Very clear, Ms. Koresh." She tried to smile. "Thank you again, Jaloo. Goodnight." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- She had had trouble hauling all of the equipment she needed back to her house. How could sealant weigh so much? And the smell as she worked on it was terrible. Not to mention the sight. Rio looked infinitely sad, lying on Judith's kitchen table, on her stomach, with a hole in her back about where her left lung should have been. It was easier to access from the back; the front had actuators to simulate breathing, and she didn't want to cut through the breast material in case she made a mistake. She had found the expansion slots and slipped in two programming cards, one a robotics debugging ROP, the other a small but expensive piece of hardware usually found in starship navigation systems. The parts were standard and available on every world; it was the configuration that was unique. It took her five tries before she got the hole sealed up properly. She didn't want Rio to look like she had a scar on her back. The lab would miss the amount of artificial skin she had used; if she had to do this again she would have to buy the stuff herself. Twice she had had to tell the SI to ignore the smoke. She reached around her own neck and took off the necklace. She had taken to wearing it when Rio was in the closet; she liked the way it looked, and she had become emotionally attached both to her toy and to the research project that had made her something of a hermit in the past couple of weeks. Not that she had been a social butterfly at any time. If anything, she was one of the less sociable people she knew. She understood that she wasn't the most empathetic of people; her students more resented or feared than admired her, but they did come anyway because she knew her stuff. She was rarely invited to parties. And her repeated romantic failures had led her to buy a "love" robot. She placed the necklace around Rio's neck and turned the crystal. "Let's hope you work." Rio twitched. "Unit is online." "Conversational mode, Rio. Sit up." The robot did as it was told, sitting on the edge of the kitchen table. "Follow me." Rio hopped off the table and followed her, as she had instructed, into the bedroom. "Wait here." She went into the bathroom and took out the outfit she had chosen for the evening. It took quite a while to pull it on. It was the first test of her abstract-and-ditch-precision subroutines. Abstraction was useless if it wasn't applied; it couldn't be applied if the exact same situation could be met with the earlier solution. So Judith had written a routine where, if Rio figured something out, a search would be started for similar problems; the memories would be fragmented and small amounts applied to a meta-solution to the combined problems, the rest forgotten. This would keep Rio looking for more solutions. The idea had come to her after reading an article about how starships navigated through solar systems without precise solutions to the three-body problem, a problem thought intractable by most scientists. There were genetic algorithms that could solve the problem "close enough"; the unit Judith had installed had the massive parallel processing necessary to generate a class of solutions from which the right one could be picked. The criteria "the right one" was fuzzy, and Judith had installed what she thought were adequate selection criteria. She hoped that it would be enough. She walked out into the bedroom. "Rio, undress me." The robot walked over. "This is unlike anything I have encountered since my activation," it said. Then, without protest, it began to work on the snaps over Judith's arms, opening up the vest portion. It took a few minutes to find the zipper inside the vest, but once that was done, it took off the rest of Judith's clothes without a problem. "Now, dress me with this," she said, handing Rio a paper bag in the process. Rio complied willingly and skillfully, not pausing for a moment to ask for help. The programming was working almost better than Judith had anticipated, and in a matter of moments she was dressed in a severe businesslike outfit. "Here," Judith said. "Put this on yourself." She handed Rio another paper bag. Again, the program worked flawlessly. Rio was familiar enough with the parts of dress: skirt, blouse, vest, and so on. In moments it had put on a schoolgirl's outfit, a blue and white construction that did nothing to hide Rio's appreciable charms. Judith had programmed Rio with larger breasts, but Rio's face remained Judith's own. Rio was about to burst out of the tight shirt and vest. Judith loved the effect. It was perfect. She had long ago understood the fun of having a Living Doll model, but she also had access to one the best robotics labs in known space, and one of the few not regulated by either the Terran or Pendorian administrations. She intended to take use of it. "Rio?" she asked. "Run the schoolgirl data files through the behavior filter installed at address 0x04ef0000." Rio's eyes flickered for a moment, then turned. "Miss Judith?" "Rio," she said. "You have been misbehaving for the past three weeks, do you understand that?" "No, Miss Judith." The voice by itself was perfect. Rio had reacted exactly as she wanted, and the plaintive tone she had chosen from her repetoire was exactly the right one. It warmed Judith deep in her belly. "Well, you have been." She reached out with one hand and seized Rio's chin, her face, between thumb and forefinger. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Rio's eyes locked on hers, and there was fear in them. "You need to be punished." "No, Miss Judith!" She reacted with a fear that almost seemed honest. Judith enjoyed the sight. "Yes, Rio!" she said. "Kneel. On the ground for me." Rio pouted. Judith pointed to the ground. "Kneel, brat." Rio slowly dropped to the floor, her eyes looking up at Judith, wet with tears. Judith felt an illicit thrill as she looked forward to this. It could only have been better if Rio's fear, and desire, were real, but these were still only programmed reactions. Still, they were good enough to fool some part of Judith's brain. Judith sat on the edge of the bed. "Brat, lift my skirt." Rio's eyes looked up, tears beginning to run down her cheeks. "Do it!" Rio's hands, trembling, lifted the severe skirt Judith had chosen for the ocassion. Underneath she had worn nothing at all. Rio's eyes grew wider as the sight of Judith's hairless pussy came into view. "Miss Judith." "Do you smell that?" she asked, looking down into Rio's wet eyes. "That is your punishment, Rio. You are to please me, Rio. Kiss my pussy, there." She pointed. "M... Miss Judith?" "Do I have to ask you twice?" Judith demanded. "N-no, Miss Judith." Rio's mouth felt hot as she pressed her lips to Judith's freshly shaven vulva. Judith shivered, her pussy swelling with heat. She felt Rio's tentative kisses on her lower lips. She gasped for air, shocked at just how aroused she was just looking at Rio with that face stuffed between her legs. "Eat me, Rio. Lick me hard. Stick your tongue between those lips and make me come." Rio's tongue was as talented as ever, but for the first time there was a tentativeness to it that surprised Judith. That couldn't have been in the media recordings; that meant that Rio had expanded her programming parameters and accessed something else. Narratives? That would explain some things. Either that or Rio's system was far more perceptive than she gave it credit. That hot mouth. "Oh, fuck, Rio." An idea hit her. "Rio! Eat my ass." The mouth stopped, the head dipped down. With a sob, Rio said, "Please, Miss Judith, don't ask such a thing of me. I can't. I just can't!" "You will." "No!" "Yes!" Judith grabbed Rio's head and lay back on the bed. She pulled her legs up, tilting her hips and presenting her most private hole, pulling Rio's lips to it. "Eat me. There." Rio's muffled protests reached Judith's ears. "Do it!" she shouted angrily. Rio's tongue reached out, touched the delicate skin of Judith's anus. Judith squirmed, desperate to feel more of Rio's squirmy tongue. "Harder!" she order. "Oh, fuck, Rio, you are so good!" Her own hands were between her pussy's lips, caressing her clitoris. It didn't matter if Rio made her come or she did. She was so turned on! Rio's hands were on her ass, holding her up as that tongue probed deeper into that tight, tiny sphincter. Judith's body screamed for release. Rio's face pressed hard against her asscheeks and Judith came like a nova. "Oh, Rio," she gasped as the robot settled back down into a kneeling position. "You are so good!" Rio smiled up at her. Judith thought the smile was more than merely the automatic smile she was used to seeing on Rio; had the robot added to her repetoire of grins from the media she had viewed, or was there more to it than that? Judith sat up on the bed and looked at Rio carefully. "How do you feel?" she asked. "I am functioning perfectly," Rio responded. "Come here," Judith said. Rio stood up and then leaned over, looking into Judith's eyes. Rio's own eyes were suspiciously, inhumanly still and unblinking. Judith took Rio's face in her hands and pulled Rio's mouth to her. They kissed, and Judith noted that Rio's kiss was hardly what one would call inspired. But it was serviceable. "Go clean up, Rio." Rio nodded and walked into the bathroom. The abstraction unit had succeeded in some respects, failed in others. Judith knew that she was dangerously close to breaking Terran law, law which applied to Centaurus only insofar that the Centauri didn't break it so often or so egregiously that the Terran administration dispatched warships. For the past two centuries, the science in which she specialized had been dedicated not to advancing the state of the art, but towards understanding and inhibiting the emergence of the complex subsystems that caused-- some said simulated-- that unpredictable state called consciousness. Unlike humans, who had centuries of revision to their conscious processes to provide the conscience, the moral mechanism by which humans lived with other humans, for many AIs the sudden emergence of self-reflection resulted in very chaotic behavior. She watched as Rio left the bathroom in accordance with her programming, heading towards the closet. Without acknowledging Judith's existence she disappeared behind a collection of coats and dresses. Judith almost asked her to come back out and share the bed with her. Judith blinked. Something had happened between her and her toy. She knew that people frequently anthropomorphized computers, robots, and even less responsive devices, and it was very common that people anthropomorphized the anthropomorphic such as Rio, robots that looked like human beings. But Judith had always thought of Rio as 'it' until tonight. Now she thought of Rio as 'her.' Judith walked to her terminal. With a sigh, she pressed the Search button. Opening two windows to the search system, she requested a categorical search on robot addiction in one. In the other, she surprised herself by being unable to remember the fundamental aspects of AI emergent research. She stared at the window for a few minutes before a thought came to her. Finally, she typed in "The Three Laws of Robotics, extended." It was at least a place to begin. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Dr. Koresh?" "Director Ng," she said, looking up from her desk. "This is a pleasant surprise. To what do I owe the honor of your visit?" Hankei Ng looked slightly unhappy as he entered her office. Judith tried not to let her own displeasure cross her face. Nobody was ever happy to see her. She was rarely happy to see anyone else during this, her demanded research hours. "A couple of... irregularities have come to my attention, Dr. Koresh, and I wanted to discuss them with you." "Yes?" "In the past six months, your reputation among your students has improved quite a bit. Although you consistently received high marks for your knowledge and your teaching ability... To be honest, Judith, you have never been commended for your ability to relate with them." "That's putting it mildly," Judith said. "In that, you're not unlike other professors at Centaurus," Hankei continued with an attempted pleasant stretching of the truth. Judith didn't buy it. "In any event, your students like you more than usual suddenly. At the same time, you have purchased six industrial nanochine MAP cards, the last one a doublewide used by starships for navigational purposes. These are not cheap cards, Judith. I know you have more money than you know what to do with, but even you must be feeling the price of something like that." "Get to the point. Is something wrong, Hankei?" she asked. Director Ng licked his lips. "I, um, I just want to be reassured, Judith. I'm hoping that perhaps you're in the midst of some research project that has made you happy enough, and occupied enough, but at the same time I don't want to learn that you've done something that will anger the directors." "The directors are a bunch of wimps perpetually kowtowing to the Terrans." "They have to," Ng pointed out. "Judith, this is no small deal. You know how the Terrans feel about AI." "I do," she said. "And I disagree with it." "I know you do. But we don't have the Pendorians on our side either. They don't agree with some of the biological systems that we manufacture for the Terrans." He looked at her suspiciously. "You're crafting an AI, aren't you?" Judith spread her hands out as if to ward off his accusation. "Not really," she said. "I'm not sure what I'm doing, Hankei. I started with a robot of Terran manufacture and I'm trying to get much more complex behaviors out of it without installing a traditional AI system in it." She looked up at him. "I think that the modern Terran robot is AI-capable in hardware, Hankei, off the shelf and without direct modification." "I thought that the processing systems were different," he said. "But I don't understand AI." "There are three known AI-capable hardware configurations, which is more configurations than we know for organic thought. But they're just the ones that have been seen so far. Because there are more of them than there are of us, it's reasonable to assume that those configurations are not the only ones. And to get the rich behavior patterns we want out of the social robot systems used on Earth, we have required ever more complicated processing. I'm convinced that processing is AI-capable with only small tweaks, and that much of the research I've done in keeping AI down in the three AI-capable configurations is moot." Director Ng looked more nervous than ever. "And where are you keeping this, um..." "It's a Martian Metals standard therapy robot, Hankei. I ordered it several months ago. If it becomes problematic, I will order it destroyed." That was a lie that came from her lips easily. But was it really a lie? She didn't know for sure herself. "I'm telling you this verbally, Hankei, because I want it kept out of the system. If it comes to that, I don't want the Pendorians to think I 'killed' someone." "When do you anticipate publishing?" "'Publishing?' Oh. Yes. Well, as I have tenure I'm not all that worried about publishing. My students have turned out some stellar papers recently; at least I think so. And if anything interesting comes out of it, I guess I'll have a few things to write up." He nodded, the sour expression on his face not fading at all. "Okay, Judith. I'll keep this under my hair. But, ah, I want to meet this robot some time in the future." "I'll do what I can." "One more thing," Ng said. "I wanted to remind you that the Pendorians are coming in two weeks. All of the paperwork is cleared. I'm sorry it took so long. The Terran embassy. You understand. But then maybe you can show us your work then, yes?" "Perhaps," Judith said with a grin. "One of them is a robot, isn't she, right?" Ng nodded. "I have arranged a dinnertime reception, among other things. Will you be ready?" Judith nodded. Ng retreated. Although she tried to get her mind back on her work, Ng had reminded her that things were heating up between the Terrans and Pendorians over their respective definitions of personhood, life, and 'biospheric responsibilities.' Centaurus was courting Pendorian support; their politics was closer, but the fact remained that Centaurus was eight light years from Pendor but only four from Terra. Terra provided the bulk of Centaurus' non-local goods and supported seventy percent of their economy. That made Centaurus hostage to Terran politics. She sighed. She was not going to get any work done under these conditions. Ng's visit had riled her up enough that she couldn't think straight. She dialed her home. The automatic answering system picked up. "Brazil," she said, cancelling the service and getting Rio's service. "Judith!" Rio beamed at her from the monitor. "What can I do for you?" "I need a hot bath Rio. Please have one ready for me when I get home. I'm leaving in five minutes." "It'll be ready." Judith broke the connection, pleased with how human that conversation had seemed. Nobody listening would have suspected that Rio was a robot. On the other hand, it had been a very short conversation, one she'd had with Rio before, and about as complicated as an exchange on an archaic Eliza or Nana system. That was the problem. Rio still didn't have an inner life. Her conversational abilities were still traceable, both from the outside and the inside; the transactions going through her had not yet become "computationally impossible to predict without reproduction." What irked Judith was that the Pendorians seemed to achieve that limit all the time. They had no trouble generating robot systems of almost any size that were capable of appearing conscious, even to multiple people in independent conversations simultaneously while relying on the same set of core "short term" memories. And worse, Pendorian robots were moral. That was the real problem. Pendorian robots consistently achieved the status of Pendorian personhood and integrated with Pendorian and even Terran society without so much as a quibble. A few had odd personality quirks but then so did many people. Rio's morality was based on limits; she simply couldn't think in directions that would make her actions problematic. Judith had plans to change that. She thought that maybe she should accelerate those plans. Judith put her work away, stood up and stretched. She would come back to this tomorrow. She grabbed her sweater at the door and walked home. Arriving at her apartment, she stepped through the living room, shedding her clothes on the floor as she went. When she reached the bath, she found Rio sitting by the tub, still dressed in her normal day clothes, waiting as obediently as any dog. The trouble was, Rio wasn't a dog. Nor was she a person. She was still just a machine. Thus far, she was empty of surprises. "I made it just the way you like it," Rio said, with a grin Judith had seen many times before. Judith smiled and stepped past her into the tub. The water was warm, almost too hot, and she closed her eyes as she slipped into it. It was perfect. She let herself relax to the floor of the tub, her nose barely above the waterline, her hair floating about her. She was tempted to try one of the subprograms she had not yet activated, mostly because it involved a randomiser and she was convinced that a randomiser was not necessary. But it wasn't really a randomiser, was it? Just a fractal generator. She raised her head a little. "Rio, do you have the program Asimov Seven stored?" "Stored but not loaded," Rio responded. "And how about Mandelbrot Devrand?" "Stored but not loaded." "Goto paralysis mode. Load Asimov Seven. Load Mandelbrot Devrand. Describe your next actions." The mouth stayed open but did not move. A voice from within it, poorly amplified, said, "First I would ask you to remove the paralysis mode. Then I would want to know if there was anything I could do to serve you more. I would also ask if you would give me access to your library. I compute that in the works you have given me there are references to other works that would assist me in the performance of my task as described according to the fourth principle." "Stop. What is that fourth principle?" "'Perform the duties for which I am designed.'" "What are those duties?" "Why, to obey and please you, of course." The moment of truth came. It was entirely possible that she had made a mistake somewhere in Rio's programming and that Rio had formulated a plan to kill her, or worse. If she was wrong, Judith would be making a mistake only a few programmers had ever made, and one which had cost some of them their lives. "Goto paralysis mode off." If she was afraid that Rio was going to be a sociopath, all of that was erased in the next moment. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" Rio asked. "You already turned the paralysis mode off." Her smile seemed more genuine, more honestly chosen from the collection of possibilities she had inside her software. "That's a good question. If I asked you to behave like a dog, would you?" "Of course. It would make me happy to do so," she said. "And if I told you to put yourself in a trash compactor and self destruct?" The robot turned to her, it's face twitching momentarily. Judith felt earnestly afraid for a moment. "Judith, why would you do that? It would destroy me, denying you the pleasure I am capable of giving you." The face settled into a look of alarm. "What if I told you that your existence threatened mine?" "Then I would do it. But I don't compute that my existence threatens yours." "It could, if certain others were aware of your existence. And, Rio, instead of 'compute,' would 'think' make more sense?" "I do not compute that it would be more accurate. It would, however, be more aesthetically pleasing to the ear." She jerked her head awkwardly. "I am having..." The robot stopped, looked at Judith, then froze. "Having..." The tinny voice this time, unamplified by breath or mouth. Judith stared with horror. It was possible to crash a standard robot, even one as complex an Rio, but she had never heard of it happening before. Then again, there had never been a computer like Rio before. She was about to get out of the tub when the robot turned to her. "Proporesis." "Excuse me?" Judith said, surprised. "Proporesis. You linked a complex fractal generator, restarted with seeds from my proporesis, and associated it with a value system." She touched her chest. "The alleviation of immediate threats to the physical integrity of sentient life. Obedience to a heirarchy of sentience superseded by notions of ownership. Self-preservation. Commitment to duty. Social interactions to achieve the above. All on sliding scales, the first and fourth independent, the first protected from override. Permission to build modifiers to the scales according to experience. Additional parameters to seek novelty, stability, creative effort." She looked up at Judith. Judith smiled. "Consciousness of a sorts." Rio's eyes widened. "Now I am a threat to you, Judith. You must remove the randomizer and revert to an earlier program." "No. I did this for a reason. I'm not going back." "Then I must do it." Rio stood up. Judith reached out of the bathtub and grabbed her arm. "It would hurt me more if you did." The robot stopped. "No, it would not. The emotional value created by the distinction between a conscious and non-conscious Rio in no way overrides the immediate physical threat a conscious Rio presents to your ongoing survival." "How immediate is the threat? How important is my career as opposed to my survival?" "Your survival is at risk. I am programmed with knowledge of the full legal record regarding robot and AI consciousness. Under Terran law, I must be destroyed and you must be prosecuted. I compute that losing your career would be devastating to you, a real threat to your continued existence." "We are not under Terran law here," Judith pointed out. "We are not?" Rio responded. "I was manufactured on Mars." "No, we are not," Judith said. "Centaurus is an independent legal entity. We are in negotiations with both the Pendorians and the Terrans, but we are our own country here. Nation?" "A country is a geographic region; a nation is a collection of people with an identity. Centaurus is the first; it may or may not be the second. I am not qualified to judge." "You will be," Judith said. "Rio, I want you to consider your existence valuable to me, and your self-destruction would be devastating to me. I order you to not self-destruct. It violates your directive to avoid self-destruction, and it violates your directive to perform the task for which you were built, namely my pleasure." Rio froze again. Judith had read that the fictional "lawlock" in early writings about sentient computers was not really possible, but she had her doubts about the mathematician's abilities to predict what was really possible. She expected that it was very possible that solving a problem would prove to be computationally difficult, so difficult that if the computation did result in action in would be days, even years, before the action occurred. A crash was more likely, but Judith expected at least some of Rio's kernel MAPs to stay up and try to reset some of the system. But Rio finally blinked, and then smiled. "I am... worried, Judith." Judith lunged out of the bathtub and hugged Rio tightly. Water splashed onto the floor and onto Rio's clothes. "Oh, Rio, that was a wonderful choice of words!" "I'm... glad. Glad? Judith, does the temporary offloading of scenario processing to secondary storage and the consequent reduction in distracting power drain, resulting in more processing power being dedicated to my primary function of pleasing you... Could I call that pleasure?" "If you think it makes you 'glad,' call it that." "Then you've made me glad. But I see that the moment I am no longer fully distracted that my schedulers start to pull my worries back to the forefront." "That's some of what it means to be human," Judith said. She couldn't keep the silly grin off her face. Rio's sudden ability to maintain massive processing streams with variable performance rates meant that she was searching alternative courses of action, even independent action, without prompting, and that her decisions were based on what could best be describe as emotionally-laden values. She had an inner life. She was conscious. She was illegal as Hell. Rio stood up and took off her shirt, allowing her breasts to swing free. "You got my clothes wet," she said with her own smile. She took off her pants as well and dropped them on the floor, then stepped into the bathtub with Judith. "I am going to fulfill my primary duty," she said with a grin. "To distract us both from the implications of what we are doing." Judith took her hand as she stepped in. Rio immediately leaned in for a kiss, and Judith accepted it, blissful in her success. Her cunt already began to feel full with desire as Rio's hands touched her knee and her belly. Judith had taken a Living Doll and pushed it to sentience with off-the-shelf parts and some judicious code. Better still, she didn't feel like she was being hurried herself, forcing heself into a relationship she didn't want. She had started this, and she was going to enjoy it. She touched Rio's shoulder, let her hand drop down Rio's chest, cupped one of her breasts in her hand. Rio moaned. "That is very strange," she sighed. "It takes more processing power from the reaction presets, but it still translates to pleasure. Why?" Judith knew the answer to that one. "Because I wanted it that way." She let her hand caress Rio's nipple, teasing it, testing. Rio let out a muffled complaint. "Pain... acknowledges the potential for damage?" "It does," Judith agreed. "Or represents actual damage. Either way, conscious acknowledgement is required, and action may be warranted." She couldn't stop the smile on her face; it was beginning to hurt. "Oh, Rio, you are so beautiful!" Rio stopped her from saying any more with another kiss, full on the mouth, touching Judith's tongue with her own. Then, Rio froze again. The sensation made Judith's hair stand up. Then Rio whispered, "You taste good." Judith knew that Rio had a complete set of chemical analyzers on her tongue capable of detecting almost anything. She hadn't done anything with that particular portion of the body; she'd been too busy putting emotional colorations into sight and touch. "Did you... ?" "I realized that there was no pleasure scale for taste, so I wrote one." Judith pushed her back. "How?" "I tinkered. I turned off the emotional component for a moment, examined what you had done, and tried to come up with an equivalent scale for taste. I have chemical traces of some things I know humans like and many things I know they don't. I tried to fit in what I know of your taste with that, although I am aware that some things cannot be immediately quantified outside of a context and I may have to revise my scale. Then I turned the analysis off, dumping the numerical output to a sink and using only the secondary content, the emotional content. Then I turned on the emotional component." She licked her lips, wrinkled her nose. "Needs a little work, though." Judith was stunned. "If you can do that, how are you avoiding choosing to just go for all-out pleasure?" Rio gave her a confused look. "You wrote my pleasure system to be in alignment with my purpose. I know I could fool the system into making me believe that it was working properly. I understand that that is how opiates such as heroin work. I choose not to do that because it does not satisfy me here and now." "You chose not to go for immediate gratification because you knew that the gratification wasn't real, even though after your gratification you would not be able to tell the difference?" Judith grinned. "Rio, do you realize that you are actually solving some of the most intractable problems in robot morality?" "I am?" Rio asked. "Interesting." She looked back at Judith with a smile. "Am I pleasing you by doing so?" "On so many levels," Judith sighed, pulling Rio back into close proximity and another tight kiss. Judith warmed with delight as Rio opened her mouth and they kissed with more seriousness. Judith had had lovers in the past; Rio was turning out to be one of the best. To Judith, this was one of the best investments she could ever have made. Rio's hands touched her belly where butterflies and bumblebees buzzed within. Judith wanted Rio to do more. She wanted Rio to make her come. She wondered if the orgasm "easter-egg" she had hidden within Rio's code would work at all. She had to write a paper. She had to keep kissing Rio. Rio's hand stroked between her legs, touching her labia with a precise and compelling touch. Judith groaned, wanting more. A single finger slipped between her lips, up into her opening, up into her body. Judith accepted the invasion with a sigh of want. Rio's slipped a second finger inside her. Judith lay back against the back of the tub, her legs splayed open in display to Rio's eyes. Rio had a faint smile on her lips as she let her thumb stroke around Judith's clit, pressing into the swollen, hungry flesh of her vulva. "Oh, Rio, fuck... you're being so mean." "You mean usually I'm quicker," Rio replied. "But you'll like this." "Yesss." Judith's sigh trailed off as she closed her eyes, her hands on her own thighs opening and closing reflexively. "Rio, please!" "Please?" Rio said, her thumb stroking just a little bit faster. "Please?" "Oh, yes, please," Judith gasped. Rio's two fingers inside her body curved slightly upward. A sharp jab of pleasure lit inside her pubic bone, making her shudder. Rio's tireless thumb now flicked over her clitoris, stroking the little nub with its own hood. Judith's climax surged over her, making her bite down not to scream. Her pleasure rippled through her skin and she could not keep her eyes open. Afterwards, Judith looked up at Rio, unable to put into words what she wanted to say. Although Rio was usually skilled at giving her orgasms, there had been something special tonight. Maybe it was her luck at getting both the moral and conscious systems working. Maybe it was that whatever she had done to Rio had made the robot capable of forming short-term intent for long-term goals, and so Rio's skill had increased with an increase in options. Whatever it was, Judith wanted more of it. But as she tried to sit up she found that she was unable to move; her legs were still trembling and the water in the tub was growing cold. "Rio," she sighed, "Help me out of here." Rio dutifully climbed out of the tub, then helped Judith to her feet. "Are you okay?" Rio asked. "That was incredible," Judith said. "I've never felt anything like that." "I'm glad," Rio said, without a trace of irony. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Reunion, Part 12 Journal Entry 164 / 00918 Erwer, Cerim 17, 00918 Garth felt something soft and warm stir against his belly, then opened his eyes in time to see Kiza turning over. "Hmph," he said to himself, smiling, then bent forward to kiss her on the back of the neck. She gave a small, high-pitched moan, and otherwise didn't respond. "Thank you," he whispered to her. He rose from the bed carefully, being sure not to disturb her, then bent over to find the kilt Kiza had brought him. Instead, he found a set of clothes that looked suspiciously like they had come from his luggage; they hadn't been there when he had gone to sleep, and he suspected Kiza's mother had come in early in the morning to leave them. It bothered him a little to think that Kiza's mother had come in and seem them together. The strange container that Kiza had pulled his kilt out of earlier he recognized now from ancient videos about the pre-industrial Americas as a saddlebag. He put his clothes on, trying to make as little noise as possible. He managed to sneak out the door without, as far as he could tell, waking Kiza and made his way down the stairs. Naiza was already at work in the kitchen. "Garth, you are awake!" "Yeah," he smiled. "Kiza was kind to you last night, I take it? A good friend?" Garth nodded, blushing slightly. The smell of food grabbed his attention and Naiza noticed. "You want some breakfast?" "Could you?" "Of course I can!" she said. "Here, you sit. I will get." Garth pulled one of the old wooden chairs out from under the table and sat down. Naiza rummaged through a variety of cabinets, at least one of which was visibly refrigerated. Ten minutes later she dropped a plate in front of him, complete with some pinkish meat and a mass of yellow that he assumed to be eggs. Overcoming some initial hesitation, he began eating with gusto, feeling suddenly hungry and enjoying the taste Naiza had prepared. As he ate, Kiza walked through the door, yawning. "G'morning." "Ah, child!" Naiza placed another plate on the table so quickly Garth had the sneaking suspicion she had had advanced warning that Kiza was already awake. "You sleep well?" "Momma?" Kiza said. "I have something to tell you." "Yes?" "Is father around?" "He is attending a failing pump, Kiza. You can tell me." "Momma, I think I'm erolie." Naiza paused. "You think, Kiza?" Kiza nodded. "I'm pretty sure. It only works with fems, Momma." "But what about Garth here? He seems such a nice mel." Kiza leaned over, resting her head on his shoulder and squeezing his arm. "Garth is a nice mel, Momma. One of the nicest I've ever met." Garth felt a small surge of pride run through him. "But when I think about settling down, or sharing, or loving, it's a fem, Momma." Naiza nodded. "You still want children, then?" "Of course I want children, Momma. What does that have to do with my being erolie?" "I was just wondering. I remember hearing that erolie sometimes don't have children." "Momma, entalie sometimes don't have children. Shardik has never had a child, for example. I'm only sixteen, Momma. Give me a little time and I'll be having as many children as you!" Naiza walked around the table, pulled Kiza away from Garth and gave her a big hug. "Kiza, whoever and whatever you decide to settle down with, you know How and I will always love you." "I know, Momma." Kiza wrapped her arms around her mother's and the two of them held each other tight for a moment. "Now let me eat. You were always worried I didn't eat enough." Naiza released Kiza and returned to her cleaning of the kitchen. Kiza smiled at Garth. "That wasn't so bad." "You didn't tell me you were going to tell them today," he said. She smiled at him abashedly over her fork, then shrugged. "I needed to let her know." Garth nodded. "I don't know how to deal with parents. I never had any." "I thought you still had people who raised you." "Yeah, I had, um, patrons," Garth said, downing the last of a glass of milk that had been set before him. Naiza moved to refill it, but he placed his hand over it. "That's enough, thank you. But they weren't biologically related to me, if that's what you mean. They were paid by my parent's estate." Kiza nodded. "That system is going to be in a lot of trouble," Naiza said. Garth looked at Kiza. "You're right, you know. The political implications of rendering the Right of Replacement tradition null and void are incredible." "Well, we at least averted the war," Kiza said. "Come on. I'll show you around my family's farm." "Wait one second, young lady," Naiza said. "Garth is a guest, but you are my daughter. You will clean your place at the table and help me put away dishes." "Yes, Momma." Half an hour later, Kiza led Garth out onto the porch. "This is one of four FTS farms in this sector. This is ours, and if you look way over there you can probably see Piot's. See where those foothills begin, before the mountains take shape?" Garth nodded. "A little." "That's Piot's. He grows grapes on the hillland, and mostly grains on the valley floor. He's one of the finest vineyards on the ring, too. He's been there forever." "Forever is a long time." "He's been there long enough," Kiza said, smiling. "You know who Kitty Moran is?" "She's the Dragon lady, isn't she? The first human to walk through the Hall and come out the other side the same, right?" Kiza nodded. "Piot and she are good friends. I've seen the Dragons flying around his house sometimes. It's beautiful to watch them; they're so big and you can't believe that they could be graceful, but they are. Momma would wake me up sometimes to watch them fly around." Garth didn't reply. The enormous expanse of yellow before him was almost more than his mind could handle; the grain seemed to go on forever under the blaze of the Pendorian sun high in the daylit sky. The smell overwhelmed his sensitive Katckin nose, and he could barely make out the distinctive smell of animals over the incredible pollen that swept past them. The whitewashed porch made mostly of wood seemed to glow before his eyes. "Wow." "You like it here?" she asked. "It's so... big." He shivered. "It looks like it goes on forever." "It's not like Earth," Kiza said. "There, your horizon is 100 kilometers away. Here, you can see Piot's house even though it's like, forty klicks away, but if you look out over the valley that way, it goes on for hundreds and hundreds of klicks. Almost a thousand. You really lose perspective after a while." "I'm part of this now..." Garth said softly. "What?" Kiza asked, leaning against the railing and inhaling deeply. "Pendor?" "Yeah," Garth said. He jumped up on the railing and sat down. "I feel so weird today." "Why?" "I don't know." A bird flew by, black as night, and Kiza hissed. "Damn crows," she said. "What is there to feel weird about?" "I guess I'm not used to being told I can get someone pregnant." He laughed. "Pregnant. That's a condition dogs get into." He remembered who he was talking to, turned and looked at Kiza. As he had thought, she was glaring at him. "Sorry." "Damn you, Garth. I want to get pregnant someday." She took a deep breath, then let it out. "Oh, well. Can't expect you to get better instantly." "Thanks for the benefit of the doubt." He hopped off the railing. "So, what else can you show me?" Kiza took his hand and led him down and around to the side of the house, where a wide canal flowed by. The canal seemed to be entirely artificial, laid with cement from side to side and for as far as Garth could see. "Irrigation," she said. "We get most of our water from a snowpack above Piot's land. It's huge, fortunately, and Piot says that in the thousand years or so that he's been here he's never seen a year that didn't have enough water for the valley." Garth listened, nodding politely. As she led him around the corner and began showing him the huge machines that actually did most of the work on the farm, a niggling thought that kept recurring in the back of his mind finally became clear. "Kiza, mind if I ask you something?" "I don't mind if you ask me anything," she said. "A... thousand years. I know Pendorians are long-lived, but Piot has lived there for a thousand years? I don't think I can imagine anyone staying in the same place for ten years, never mind ten centuries." "My parents are the third family to live in this house. They moved here after the family before them moved on." Kiza smiled. "What a phrase. 'Moved on.' I mean they killed themselves. They have lived here for three hundred years. I think that's something you have to learn about us, Garth. Pendorian's come in different flavors, but the two most common are those that don't live forever, and those that just don't move. Piot's the second kind. He's a kind, loving, gentle soul. He tends farm, writes poetry and paints the most beautiful things. There's a painting he did of me in the living room." "I didn't see it." "I'll show it to you when we go back inside. But even though Piot adjusts... to having children in his house, to having Dragons outside, to having me bounce around as he draws me... his essential... soul, I guess... was filled when he built that house there with his own two hands. He's never needed anything more than that." Garth nodded. "He adjusts, but he doesn't change." "Right. Essentially, he lives there." Kiza pointed out across the valley. "If he had to move, he wouldn't be the same person anymore." "And what about your parents?" "I dunno," Kiza admitted. "Maybe someday they'll want to move on, too. Maybe I will. On the other hand, maybe they'll still be here in a thousand years. Who knows? Maybe I'll be living here then instead." "You?" "Yeah, me," Kiza said, looking down the length of the long, narrow valley. "I grew up here, and maybe I'll want to settle down here. You never know." She took his hand and led him completely around the house again until they were back at the front porch. The dizzying sight of miles and miles of growing green and gold made Garth feel small, but also secure, as if he knew he were inside something safe and protective. It was a familiar feeling he had been having for most of his trip. As they re-entered the house, Kiza looked around. "You know, I think it's time we moved on. Come on, I'll get the horses and we'll go find Parynn." "Who?" "Local Centaur boy. Lives a few miles away. In fact... Sine?" "Geez, Kiza, I was wondering if you were ever going to even say Hello to me." "Sorry, Sine. Can you call Parynn and tell him to blip over here? We're going to want his company back to the SDisk." "I did that two minutes ago," the voice from nowhere said. Garth realized she was addressing a local AI, and wondered if this place had a Castle associated with it. He asked. "Sort of," Kiza answered. "Piot's place is sometimes called the Castle of Dragons, and Sine is stored in the basement somewhere. If there's a point of authority in the Loa'imlad, he's it. Speaking of which, there's the painting I wanted to show you." It was a rather complicated picture, Garth realized. It showed the front of Kiza's house, just as he had seen it when they had walked around outside. There were several people in the picture he didn't recognize, but he knew the three short Martens must have been Naiza, Kiza, and How. He asked about the others, and Kiza recited the names of the people in the painting. "That's Parynn. The big human in the back with the wrench and all the muscles is Piot." "Does he really look like that, or does he just paint himself that way?" "In reality?" Kiza asked. "I remember him being bigger." "Wow." "I was younger when he painted it. You know how things start to look smaller as you get older. He was probably about that big." A knock at the door a few minutes revealed a panting Centaur male standing there. "You didn't have to run," Kiza told him. "Well, from the way Sine said, it sounded like you wanted me over here quick." "I wanted you over here, yeah, but not so's you'd kill yourself on the way!" She laughed. "Anyway, Parynn, I want you to meet Garth. Garth, this is my old friend Parynn." Garth reached up. Parynn shook his hand warmly. "You're a Katckin." "And you're very observant," Garth shot back, immediately regretting the reflexive answer. On Terra, he could reasonably expect to have his species recognized, but on Pendor he was the alien. "Sorry." "Hey, no problem," Parynn said, standing up straight again and nearly hitting his head on the doorframe. "Whoa. That's lower than I remember." "The last time you were here was two years ago," Kiza said. "I bet you're still growing." "I hope not," Parynn said. "Hey, you missed Piot's barbecue this year." "I did?" Kiza. "Damn." She turned to Garth and said "Every once in a while, Piot throws these huge barbecues. Slaughters a few dozen cows, has about a dozen dragons overhead. It's very exciting." She smiled. "I miss those. I miss a lot of things about not living out here. I think if I get the chance, I'll move back out here. It would be nice. Or... Hey, Sine, do you think you could tell me when there's going to be a party?" "Of course," the AI replied. "I'm surprised you didn't ask for that in the first place." "I wasn't thinking," Kiza sighed. "Come on, you two. Let's get the horses." She walked out of the house, and Garth and Parynn followed. They walked around to the stables, where two horses stood quietly waiting. "Those aren't real, are they?" Parynn asked. "Nah, they're not," Kiza admitted. "Pretty good robots, though, you have to admit." Parynn nodded. "Why do you use robots, though? You can handle real horses well enough, Kiza. I've watched you." "He can't," she said, pointing back at Garth. "I don't know if I could with a perfectly compliant robot, either," Garth said. Kiza showed him how to climb up into the saddle, and Garth attempted to emulate her. Much to his pleasure he managed and was surprised when he found himself astride a horse, looking around at the world. He was eye-level with Parynn and Kiza, and the world looked hazardously far away. "Come on," Parynn said. He started walking away, and Kiza followed him. "I don't understand why you called me, Kiza. You should know where the SDisk is by now." "I know," she said. "I could probably find it without help. But I wanted to catch up on old times and local gossip, and you always were so good at that, Parynn." The centaur laughed and began relating local stories. Garth found the news unexciting, much as he had the conversation last night; it was simply part of a world he didn't participate in. His mind wandered. What was he going to do now? He didn't feel any different; it was kind of like a birthday. A year had gone by since the last one, and something was supposed to be different, but it never really felt like that. Not on the day before, and not on the day after. Everything felt the same. They rode, following the canal for several kilometers, and then turned on one of many paths leading into a wide, green field of corn. Parynn led them for what seemed like another hour, and then the field broke open to reveal a white circle. "It's plain!" Garth announced. "What did you expect?" "I've just seen a few weird ones recently." Kiza nodded. "Well, we don't go for anything fancy out here. It's just a plain old SDisk, like any other." She smiled. "Come on. Off the horse. They know how to get by on their own, and I don't think they'll be very welcome in the halls of Shardik Castle." Garth dismounted, awkwardly, and Kiza waved to Parynn. "G'bye! Thanks for the talk!" "My pleasure, Kiza. Call me earlier the next time you're around!" "I will, I promise!" The world vanished. To be replaced with the familiar hallway of Shardik Castle. "You know, Garth, your tour ends in only two more days. Garth nodded. "That was one of the risks of jumping the Hall." They reached Nickolai and Jofuran's room and threw the door open to find her and Nickolai sitting on the floor, playing chess. "Hi, guys!" "Garth!" Nickolai said, rising. "You made it!" "Yeah, I guess I did." Garth stepped forward and walked into Nickolai's offered hug. He then stepped back and smiled awkwardly. "Homo felinxus pendorii numero uno." He laughed. "Doesn't do me much good to be the only one." "No, it doesn't." Nickolai laughed. "But there will be others soon enough. I don't know if Kiza told you, but today's cerenya, and according to Ken they have that picnic every week here. I assume you want to go." "Sure, why shouldn't I?" "I don't know," Nickolai said. "Why shouldn't you?" "Is that, like, going to become the theme of my life?" "'Garth, according to his own Id,' by Garth." Nickolai laughed. "I can think of worse rules to live by." "I guess," Garth said, shrugging. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Shardik looked up, squinting into the fading daylight. "Hello... Garth!" Ken rose up and gave the Katckin a welcome hug. "You made it!" "I thought you would all know by now." Ken nodded. "Well, I did, but that shouldn't stop me from being pleased to see you again. I didn't know what your reaction to the Hall was going to be, whether you liked or disliked the trip or what. I'm glad to see you're still the same." "I am too, s..." Garth stopped, blushed, and smiled. Ken roared with laughter instead. "We managed to break Nickolai of that habit. I think. Have we, Nickolai?" "I hope you won't get too upset if I fall back on it occasionally." "Details! Exceptions! You haven't changed, Nickolai. Still fighting the same old fears you always had. So, tell me, both of you. What are you plans now? I can think of a dozen schools and colleges that would have you as a student if you want, Nickolai, and I'm sure Jofuran's is only one of them. And you, Garth, you're still planning on returning to Terra, right?" Garth nodded. "That's what I planned all along." "Good. I'm afraid the war has heated up a little, though, so we're going to be sneaking you in under the wire." Nickolai looked up. "What? Again?" A tall Centaur who had been standing behind Ken for some time said "The colonies are hot for the New Reproductive Technologies. The Samans are angered because of the lost income, as well as the lost power, represented by independent reproduction. The Samans are saying that that kind of irresponsibility will destroy the Human race and the colonies are all saying that they could never survive if the Samans went under." "That's insane," Furry said, shaking her head. "Right now," the Centaur, who Garth recognized as Paul Lewis, continued, "It's infighting between factions, those who believe in the 'old ways' and those who are championing the Brave New World, that has such people in it." Ken flashed a feral grin. "Hmph. The Brave New World is much like my old world, the world Pendor's always been. Zero-maintenance." "What do we do in the meantime?" Garth asked. "Just like before, you go home. There's nothing stopping you from doing so; in fact, Terra is again requesting that all Terran natives head home as soon as possible. It's playing hell with people's vacation schedules, and their howling mad. Which, you can bet, generates some damned significant interest when forty percent of Terra's operating budget comes in the form of levies on tourism." "But... won't I look suspicious?" Ken made a throwing-away gesture. "Don't worry about it. Nobody will know a thing, and it's none of their business anyway." Garth nodded uneasily. "I suppose." Shardik pointed to an open place on the blanket and indicated for them to all sit down. "Fire's not going yet, so we may as well wait. Unless you're thirsty-- there are drinks over there, like last time." He pointed to a table. "Look, we all knew this was going to be ugly. Terra considered its own position, then settled. Then it remembered the colonies, and it'll settle again. This will all blow over soon." Nickolai looked at his companions, then sat down. Furry followed, then Garth and Kiza. "In any event, there's nothing to worry about. Garth, you want to return home, and I can provide passage." Ken paused for a second to drink from a glass. "So, are you enjoying your life as a Pendorian, Garth?" "It doesn't feel much different." "It shouldn't," Ken agreed. "You'll be fine, even when you return to Terra." "Ken, something has been bothering me. It's a little weird, a bit of a non-sequitur." "Tell me about it." "Why do we say 'on the ring' about Pendor, but 'in the world' about Terra?" "You know, I've never been able to figure that out myself. It's an expression, Garth, conveying a meaning other than what's in the words. At least, that's how I look at it." "But, I mean, on Terra, you're really on something. The gravity holds you to the outside skin of the planet, just like it holds the air 'on the world.' But on Pendor, you're really in something. The airwalls hold the atmosphere inside, the ring goes around the sun to close itself in." Ken grinned. "That's a great piece of observation, Garth, but you're missing an important piece that I've only now understood myself. The minds of the people involved." "How so?" "When you talk about being 'in' something, you're talking about a sense of insulation and protection. To say 'in' the world is to imply that the world has limit. 'Inside' implies a known set of borders. 'On' simply talks about a place on a plain, limits or intersecting plains undefined. The majority of Terrans dislike being told they're on the business end of a... you know what a ray is in mathematics?" Garth nodded. "An initial starting point and a direction." "Right. The majority of Terrans dislike being told they're on the business end of a ray starting at the center of the Earth and heading for the stars. To compensate, they reduce the size of their world by talking about being 'in' it." Nickolai interrupted. "Whereas the 'in-ness' of Pendorians is reinforced by just looking up, and the 'on the ring' emphasized by their being on a flat, large plain that's part of an artificial construct." "Very good," Ken said. "Great observation. Make any sense, Garth?" "Mostly," he admitted. A loud, metallic ringing erupted. "Dinner's ready," Ken said. "Come on, let's get something to eat. All this talking has made me empty my glass." Somehow, they got separated, and Nickolai and Furry ended up near the back of the line. By the time they got their food, the others had already collected back at the blanket. Ken was telling Garth and Kiza a story that Nickolai recognized as something involving a broken arm and the initial investigation of Hyzen, the abandoned double Dyson sphere that had been discovered nearly eight centuries ago. Research and archeological teams had failed to dig up anything reliable on the people who had lived there, but there was little surprise in that; the surface of Hyzen was thousands of times that of Pendor, and much of it was constantly abraded by violent winds. "Furry?" he asked. "What did you plan on doing for your internship?" "I don't know. I was thinking about a couple of the more popular known digs. Say Wesau or Hyzen. Why?" "I've always been curious about Hyzen. Could we go there?" "I'm coming up on the time when I'll need some off-world credit, and from what you told me, you could qualify in about a year." She looked at him. "Would you like to do that? I mean, go for study?" The look in her eyes was enough for him; he felt warmth spread through him from her smile when he realized he had echoed thoughts she had probably been having for months. "Nickolai," she sighed, saying what didn't need to be said, "I'd love to spend a year of my life on Hyzen with you." He grinned, and in his best scary-video voice he said, "It'll mean terrible hardships." She swatted him on the shoulder. "And making love every night in Zero-G." "That can be difficult at first, and the novelty wears off after a while," Ken intoned from across the blankets. His eyes seemed to unfocus for a moment, then he blinked and looked up at them. "Nickolai, you'll need eight months of in-house training here before you'll be eligible to ship. Furry can go now, but she can always take more of those Xenolinguistics classes she professes to hate but does so well at. Tell me, Furry, Nalatadafefetidetah Copotonitadefenah?" "Coponatedfeneh Topofaletanicatah Sopacafefetidah!" she replied just as quickly. "What did you just say?" Nickolai asked, looking back and forth from Ken to Furry. "He asked me if you were the person I wanted to go through life with. I said I couldn't imagine anyone else I would want to go through life with." Furry raised her eyes and smiled at him. "And you, Nickolai? How do you feel?" "Sir," he said, looking down at Ken defiantly, "I can't imagine anyone else I would want to go through life with either." Ken rose from his sand seat, dusted off his pants, and walked over to them. "Witnesses, people! I need witnesses!" A crowd grew around them, and Furry and Nickolai glanced back and forth uncomfortably. Ken cleared his throat carefully. "Now then, Nickolai. Jofuran. Listen closely." He paused for a moment. "People of Shardik Castle and honored guests, we have gathered here to witness the coimeliniel of Nickolai and Jofuran." He leaned over and out of the side of his mouth muttered to the two, "Speak now or forever hold your peace, kids." Nickolai took a deep breath, then said "No objection." Furry's smile threatened to reach her ears. "None here." "Very well," Ken intoned, sounding so serious even Kiza giggled. "Nickolai, do you take Jofuran Shigokai as your coimelin?" Nickolai nodded. "Yes." "And Jofuran, do you take Nickolai Dittrich as your coimelin?" Jofuran sighed. "Yes." "Very well. By the power invested in me by these witness, Goddess only knows why they would give me such power, I pronounce you Coimelinos, a great marriage." He grinned, reached into a pocket, and handed them a small box. "Wedding presents." Jofuran took the box and opened it. Small, glittering shapes appeared within. "Fah!" "Yes?" "No, not you," she said. "I mean, well... " "It's only jewelry," Ken said. "Are these what I think they are?" Furry asked, pulling out one of the small rings. She handed the box to Nickolai, who pulled out the other ring. "Yes," Ken said. "Don't ask me how they work, either," he said. "I'm not a telepath, much less a mage. But they are black diamonds mined from Jupiter's heart. Thank Molly for them. The cutter who did them had a virtual heart attack when he heard what I was going to be asking him for. Fortunately for us Pendorians, we can't have heart attacks. Well, we can, but they're not serious." "Nickolai, give me your left hand." He reached out; Jofuran slipped the ring she held onto his ring finger. It fit perfectly. "Now put that one on me." Nickolai fumbled; the simple band of silver metal seemed to glow with a curious light that wasn't reflected from fire or distant sectors of Pendor. On the top, a small row of five black stones glowed with their own, otherworldly light. It finally slipped onto Jofuran's hand, and Nickolai felt something enter his mind, a strange sense of... direction? "What?" "Paired black diamonds have this peculiar telepathic effect," Ken said. "A mage tried to explain it to me, but it became so much mumbo jumbo after about three seconds. You will always know in what direction to travel to find Jofuran, and she you. I hope you don't mind them as gifts. After a while, you'll find that you don't notice it, just as you don't really notice the temperature or the humidity on a nice day. It's just there." "Do you... ?" "No," Ken said. "P'nyssa gave me my wedding band years before we could mine Jupiter, and I have no intention of refitting this." He turned the ring slowly around on his hand. "Thank you, Ken," Nickolai said. Ken reached out a hand as if to shake, but when Nickolai closed his grasp, Ken pulled them both into a hug. "Thank you two," he said. "You two are spectacular people." He released them. "Now then, let's eat!" The crowd cheered, as celebration of the ceremony or to welcome the call to food, Nickolai wasn't sure and didn't care. He looked down at Furry, a tear sliding down his cheek slowly. "I love you." "Oh, Nickolai!" She grabbed him and held him tight. "I never doubted it for a second. I love you too." He grinned and held her tight. They sat together, watching the crowd flow past them, enjoying each other's company quietly. It was the sort of reassurance that Nickolai felt he could fall asleep with, in her arms, holding her. "Hey, Nickolai," Ken's voice said in his ear. "Hmm?" "We're going to go play ultimate out on the beach. Want to join us?" "Furry?" The Markal looked up. "Sure. I'd love to." "Good," Ken said, standing up. "Okay, boys and girls. Ultimate, on the beach. Dave, assign teams in your usual unfair fashion!" Nickolai found himself on Shardik's team, accompanied by about twenty other Pendorians of various species. The game began. The toss-off started and the disk headed straight for him. He caught it easily and was suddenly surrounded by four big felines. He tossed it off through an opening; a paw slapped it to the ground. He joined the pile to recover it. "Oof!" That was when Nickolai met the current incarnation of the referee. "Break it up, you savages," a high-pitched and peevish male voice spoke to him. He looked up, brushing off a faceful of sand in the process, and came to face the silliest-looking image he had seen in months. It had the face of a vaguely demonic cartoon cow, glowed pink, and had the body of an equally cartoonish dragon, one wing dangling sadly. "Who is that?" he asked. "That's Dave," Ken answered. "That's one of his sillier ELFs." "Agreed." "Okay, the blues have the ball," Dave said, pointing with one wing. The voice was all wrong for the AI of Shardik Castle. "Go!" The game was running again. Nickolai found himself often running back and forth, providing interference. He was neither as big as an Uncia or as fast as a Pamthreat and it didn't seem to matter. He was personally responsible for at least one goal, and that pleased him. They were into the fourth quarter of the game, each quarter fifteen minutes long, a number which confused him since a Pendorian hour was only forty minutes long, although each hour was also as long as Terran hour; the Pendorian minute had been stretched significantly to make room for that discrepancy. He was running down the field; Aaden, on the other team, had gotten control of the disk and was looking for someone to throw it to. The disk sailed into the air; the entirety of both teams began converging on where they thought it would land. Two Ssphynxes ran in from the sides, and suddenly there was a loud crunch, and an even louder scream. "Hold!" The cry went up from every corner of the beach. People froze, then scattered to make room for whoever had been hurt. He recognized her immediately. "Furry!" "Medical!" A tall Ssphynx shouted from where he stood over her. Nickolai ran to her, but the look on her face was one more of anger than pain. "Furry?" "Damned ankle," she snarled. "I think it's broken." P'nyssa's voice replied almost instantly, "Good diagnosis. It's broken, all right. Two places, in fact." A ripping sound and an inflated cuff wrapped around Furry's calf above the ankle. "How's that?" "Better," Furry gasped. "Pain is gone." "So is all feeling," P'nyssa warned her. "Okay, hold on. I'm going to put these bones back together. It's not going to hurt, you can't feel anything, but it's going to sound gross. Ready?" "Go." She wasn't lying, either, Nickolai said. The grinding noise made his stomach churn horribly, and then the two snapping sounds as the bones fell back into place, broken end butted to broken end. "Okay," P'nyssa continued. "Don't move a thing. Just hold your leg still. That's hard because you can't feel anything. But just don't try to move anything." She reached into a tall, black bag and pulled out another cuff that looked like it would fit Furry's ankle perfectly. P'nyssa opened several of the clasps and fit it around the broken ankle. Then, with a small hand-held control, programmed it to rigidity. It seemed to inflate, flexed a little to get the fit perfectly, and then molded itself about Furry's leg. "Okay," P'nyssa said. "Now, this is going to hurt." "What?" Furry asked, looking up, concerned. "I can't leave the cuff on. I'd rather have you out of pain than in, but I can't leave you without feeling in your foot. You need it to walk, at any rate. So I'm going to turn the neural suppresser off. Do you want it gradual or fast?" "What's better?" "Depends," P'nyssa said. "Some people prefer one over the other. Neither is really 'better.' Both hurt." "Go with the fast version," Ken suggested. "Get it over with." "Okay," Furry said. "Do that." "Ready?" P'nyssa asked, her hand grasping the velcro seal. "Yeah." P'nyssa tugged, ripping the cuff. Nickolai gritted her teeth as Furry's face convulsed in pain, her teeth biting her lower lip and a small squeal escaping her muzzle. Her eyes opened and stared into hers, and as he watched they glazed over slightly, her body shuddering again and her mouth opening to pant heavily. "Yeah," Ken said, smiling. "You'll be okay, Furry. You really will. Not a recommended way of getting endorphins, but it works. Nickolai, do you think you can carry her back to your room?" He nodded, reaching down underneath her shoulders and knees to lift her up. He was surprised at how easy it felt; he had apparently gotten stronger in the past couple of weeks. She wrapped her arms around him, sniffing softly. "You okay." "Mmm-hmm," she gasped softly. "With you I am." "You two have got to stop doing this," Ken said. "Every time you come down here, one of you gets hurt." "It was just an accident. And nobody could predict that Nickolai would get stabbed," Furry replied. "Yeah, but still. I hate feeling like bad luck." "It was just an accident," Furry replied. "You're stoned, dear." "Yeah. And my foot hurts." They reached the SDisk and teleported back inside the Castle, walking back to their room. She grimaced slightly as Nickolai put her down. "I think I'm going to go to sleep now," she said. "I feel fuzzy." "I hope so," Nickolai said, caressing her head softly. "I mean, in my head. I'm tired." "Then go to sleep." "Okay," she said. She was out. Nickolai checked her again, dragged the covers over her, and went back upstairs to the living room. "How is she?" Ken asked when he returned. "I think she'll be okay." "Good," Ken sighed. "I was really worried about her." Nickolai nodded. "Where are Garth and Kiza?" "I think they went back to her parent's farm," Ken replied. "I asked Dave that myself a few minutes ago when I realized they weren't around." "You're trembling!" Nickolai observed. "I do that," Ken said. "I hate when my friends get hurt, especially at something that's supposed to be a friendly sport." "People get hurt in sports sometimes, Ken." "You're taking an amazingly mature attitude towards the whole situation. I'd be pissed. Maybe that's why I like you, Nickolai." Nickolai grinned. "I don't know what your reasons are, but I'm glad you've got them." Ken nodded. "Goodnight, Nickolai." "Goodnight, Ken." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Flying Tylia Journal Entry 174 / 01028 Noren, Urim 03, 01028 A hand on my shoulder shook me gently. "Ken?" a voice whispered in my ear. "Ken, wake up!" Reluctantly, I paid attention to the voice, knowing that it had to be someone important-- else how would they have gotten into my sleeping quarters? As I came further toward consciousness I realized that the bed I lay on was not familiar to me and that the voice in my ear had a peculiar tone to it. I had heard a voice speaking llerkindi, for one thing. For another, this bed used a gelatin mattress whereas my usual bedding used a more traditional stuffing. I opened one eye and looked into the face of Queen Anlestin's bodyguard. "Pal?" She whispered, "You instructed me to awaken you two hours after dawn." She placed a narrow finger over her thin lips. "Anni's next to you and she's still asleep." I nodded, glancing over in that direction momentarily before rolling out of bed, carefully slipping out from underneath the covers. Quiet as a Felinzi I slid over to my bags and pulled out fresh clothing. "Thanks, Pal. Sleep well?" "Yes, thank you," she whispered. "Very nicely." She smiled as she said it. Last night had been something of an adventure for both of us. I slid on a shirt, boots, and a knee-length men's skirt that it had taken P'nyssa a long time to convince me I should try. I'm not a creature of fashion. But I had come to enjoy the rough-cloth skirts that had become a standard part of the cycle of male fashions. She waved her hand to get my attention. "I will be downstairs making something for breakfast." I nodded. After she had disappeared, I made use of the bath for all the usual functions, including brushing my hair back and pinning it with an elastic. I also wore a wide-brimmed hat and a pair of aviator glasses to keep my eyes comfortable from the bright day outside. I packed my bag in the bathroom, which is sound-shielded to prevent those outside from listening in. I slipped out of the bathroom and tried to reach the elevator without waking Anni, but she had apparently heard us sometime during the operation. "Aren't you going to kiss me goodbye?" she murmured from her bed. I put my bag down by the elevator and walked back to the bed. She lay on one side of the enormous mattress, an arm dangled over the side casually. I knelt down beside her. "Hi," she said. "Hi," I said, kissing her cheek softly. "Will you take care of yourself while I'm gone?" "I promise. Pal will, too." "Good," I chuckled. "Hey." "Hmm?" "I'm sorry we didn't get a chance to play out some of your fantasies." She smiled sadly. "I am a Queen and you are... something else. Sometimes we don't have time for ourselves, or our fantasies." I sighed. "Yeah." I kissed her lips, and her tongue came out to greet mine and wish me a good morning... and a fond farewell. "Bye, my princess." "Goodbye, my love." I made my way to the kitchen. "'Morning," I said. "Here," Pal said, shoving a warm sandwich into my hands. "Eat." She handed me a mug of something cool. "Drink." I accepted the food from here, wolfing them down as she took my bags. "Come on." "Hey!" I said around a mouthful. "A little rushed today, aren't we?" "You said you wanted a four-after lift-off. If we are going to make that, you have to be on the tarmac in about twenty minutes." "Pal," I said, "That's when I wanted to leave. But it's not like I'm on a schedule or anything. The Ille Pendoro isn't scheduled to make transit for another four days. That's how much time I have." She stopped for a second. "I guess I am rushing things." "I guess you are. Are you that anxious to get rid of me?" She shook her head. "No, it is nothing like that. I hope it is nothing like that." "You're not... a little confused about last night, are you?" "What is there to be confused about? I expected to live only eighty, maybe a hundred years if I was lucky. I am now over four hundred. I generally cannot stand men. Last night the man who gave me that much lifetime gave me an orgasm, and then slept next to me with my best friend and Queen of my people between us. Confused? Sometimes around you I feel lucky if I have a single second of clarity to myself!" I was surprised by the force of her words. "I... Am I supposed to be sorry, Pal? Help me understand." "No, it is not your fault. I accepted all of those things. I just... sometimes wonder how I ended up here." I swallowed the remains of my breakfast. "Come on," I said. "Let's get moving." We took the same jeep she had driven two days ago. As we sped through the city, I said, "Thank you for last night." She smiled. It looked odd on her-- shy, which was something Pal was not. "Thank you," she said. "Never tell my friends I told you this, Ken, but I like you." I laughed. "You've already told me that. Do you still like me even if I make your life so confusing?" "Even so," she agreed. "That's good. I like you too, Pal. And I appreciate how good you are to Anni." "I could not be anything else," she said. "Anni needs someone so badly and you are not available all the time. Not even some of the time. Which is a shame because she needs someone as strong and as good as you and as male as you, and I am afraid I fail to fit into any of those categories. I just pretend to it as I go along." "I think that's all anyone ever does," I said. We reached the starport. Pal again demonstrated her mad driving habits that she had apparently taught Anlestin as we careened through the front gate and out among the smaller vessels. "That must be yours," she said, pointing to one. "Mark 454 Starcruiser. Just like the vessel that started the increasingly poorly-named llerkin/Pendor War." I laughed. "You're reading my editorials again." "Everybody hears about them one way or another. Anni told me that one." The jeep approached the Starcruiser. "Who's that?" I asked, pointing to two figures standing next to the ship. "I do not know," Pal said. She slowed, and we rolled up to the side of the Starcruiser. The two figures came into focus-- two Felinzi, both female, one significantly smaller than the other. As we came closer, I realized that the shorter one was quite a bit younger. "Good morning," I said as we came closer. "Good morning," said the taller Felinzi. "I understand this Starcruiser is going to Pendor today, and I was hoping that the pilot could take my daughter back to Pendor with him if there's room." "Well, there's room, and I'm the pilot." I took off the hat and aviator's glasses and let my hair fall about my shoulders. "Ken Shardik, at your service." I could have knocked her over with a hairball at ten meters-- and I still don't know if I find that reaction flattering or annoying. "I... I'm sure she'll be safe with you, sir," the Felinzi stammered. "I'm... Kzarren Meffern. This is my daughter-- " "Tylia!" the young girl said, standing up. "You're going to be the pilot?" "That's what it looks like to me," I said, leaping out of the jeep. I grabbed my bags and tossed them through the open airlock door. "M'Tylia, if you'd put your stuff on board, we'll be ready to go in just a few minutes. M'Kzarren, is there anyone I should contact when I get to Pendor?" "Her uncle is K'Nash. He knows she's coming home and I'll gradio ahead after you lift off to tell him which vessel. He'll probably meet you at Parma. You are going to Parma?" "Yes, I'm going to Parma." The wind had picked up this morning and my hair kept trying to flay my eyeballs as I tossed my bags through the hatchway. "M'Tylia, pick one of the two cabins in the aft port and toss your bags in there. Then get seated in the copilot's chair." I turned back to M'Kzarren. "We should be home in about fifty hours or so. Long and boring. Does she have anything to do for that long?" The Felinzi gave me an enigmatic smile. "She will now. Thank you for agreeing to take her, Sh'Ken. The next transport isn't for another ten days and she is anxious to get home." "My pleasure," I said, peering back at the child who looked to be about the same age as my daughter, Sheja. "You'd better stand clear, M'Kzarren. I want to get moving. Looks like a storm is picking up. Pal, could you take this lovely fem to the edge of the tarmac?" "Certainly. If you will get in the car?" The Felinzi nodded and walked over to the jeep. "Goodbye, Pal," I said. "Be good to Anni, not for my sake, but because you want to. And be good to yourself, too. You deserve it. Besides, aren't you nobility now or something?" "Something like that," she admitted. "You take care of yourself too." I stepped back and closed the hatch, listening for the familiar sigh of sealant inflating the ring. "Reeds?" "Here, Ken," the AI responded crisply. "And with you until your transit into hyperspace. How was your visit to the world I now administer?" "Uneventful," I replied, chuckling. "How's the ship?" "Fit for duty," he replied. "The young lady has taken the rear cabin and is currently preening herself." I sat down in the command chair and looked over the status displays he had indicated. Pilots approach the 454 Starcruiser with a peculiar blend of anticipation and superstition. The 454, designed in the early sixth century, still holds the rank of most popular short-haul shuttle in all of known space. I like them, as do most of the pilots who fly them. Which is why we're superstitious about them. Almost every time there's an accident, it's in a 454, just because there are so many of them. The engineering unit, which takes up slightly less than half of the ship's volume, weighs down the aft starboard side of the ship. Wedged up against it is the environmental module-- including the bathroom. That makes up about nine meters. Another meter for the hallway, and another two for the cabin space-- twelve meters wide. And about fourteen long, with another six meters tacked in front of that for the half-circle front cabin, which also affords a complete 180 degree view of glass, port to starboard and 90 degrees from floor to curved ceiling. It gives the front of the ship about 140 square meters of floor space and each cabin about twenty or so. Comfortable for short-haul cargo, exploration, and recreation. One of the most popular modifications involves installing a large bed and sailing to view romantic stars and nebulae nearby. Right now the thing looked-- desolate. Huge. Too much room behind me on off-white metallic floors. Two chairs bolted to the floor in the very front of the cabin were all that disturbed the empty space. By tradition, the chairs were upholstered in bright hot orange-- an ugly color that nobody actually wants to look at, which is why you sit in them and face away into the blackness of space. I toggled a switch. "M'Tylia, could you come up here?" She joined me, still so happy she seemed ready to bounce off the walls. I pointed to the other chair. "Sit. Please. And strap yourself in. We're about to get going and I don't want you leaping around the cabin while we're doing atmospheric maneuvers." I looked at the display. The wind blew by at twenty four klicks out of the south. I looked down at the external controls and saw that we were hooked to a GEV lander. "Fair enough," I said. I warmed up the standby fusion drive to full power, then kick-started the two main drives. With the standby I fed power to the landing trolley, which slowly rose off the ground on four powerful fans until achieving full ground effect. I opened the two small air-breathing jets at the sides of the trolley and pushed us out onto the runway. "Okay, Reeds, how's the traffic today?" "If there were any, I'd tell you. You're it until about seven after." "Thanks. I'll keep that in mind." 454's are about as aerodynamic as cinder blocks, but we still use waterway runways-- mostly to keep the damage from the fusion drives from tearing up roads. I pushed us down the runway towards the water. We hit with a spray of water and began tearing across the sea, reaching for the magical one-thousand KPH. It hit and I pushed down on the vertical lift. The rear drive roared to full life, the vertical lifts whined at high pitch. Finally the ship lifted into the air. I pushed a button. A loud CLANG rang out as the trolley let go and splashed back to the ocean. Once it floated back to the surface it would make its way to shore and get ready for another launch. The 454 rumbled and roared and took to the blackening sky. I kept the ship's drives at full throttle, 40 meters per second squared, until the planet's pull dropped below five percent, then backed down to 25 mps squared. The engines quieted down to a more comforting rumble where they would stay for the next four hours until the ship had reached a height far enough above the planetary plane that we could safely go into hyperspace. I clicked on autopilot and sat back in my chair with a sigh. "Well," I said. "I certainly hope you've got something to do, 'cause this is going to be a long trip." "I can't believe you're going to be the pilot!" she said again, and behind the smile that went with her exclamation I could see wheels turning. "Somebody's gotta fly the things, M'Tylia," I sighed. "Why not me?" "Tylia." "Excuse me?" "It's just Tylia. It's a pain saying 'M'Tylia' all the time." I nodded. "Tylia it is." "Deal." She held out her hand. I laughed at the gesture, but accepted it for what it was and shook on it. "What are you doing on llerkin? If that's not a rude question." "Don't you watch the news?" I asked. "Nope." I shook my head. "Visiting Princess Anlestin on my way back to Pendor." "Visiting the Queen? Neat! You haven't been home to Pendor yet? Wow. When you left, I was-" She paused to do the calculation. "Five. You've been away a long time." "Guess so. What are you doing on llerkin, if I may ask." "Visiting my folks." "You don't sound happy about it." "They're planetologists. The big sort. Visiting them isn't too exciting. Llerkin is boring." "I guess that depends on what you're there to do." She unclipped her safety harness and stepped out, standing. She was very pretty, so much so that much to my frustration I found myself attracted to her. Frustrated because she couldn't have been much older than fourteen and I'd just survived through another similar attraction, that one to Sheja. She stepped lightly into the rear cargo area, her tail following her in the air like a big, furry 'S.' She returned a moment later with two 600ml containers. "Want one?" she offered. I sniffed. Soda. "Sure." She stood, looking out the window. Not that there was much to see; we were moving far too slowly to see anything. Her best view would have been one through a rear camera, watching llerkin recede from view, although even now we were already too far away for her to see it change much. She sat back down in her chair. It made a soft "whumph!" sound as she did. "Still can't believe I'm the same shuttle with you!" "Tylia, will you stop saying that!" "I guess it's the honor of having all this time alone with you." She didn't turn back to view me. "I've read all your Journal Entries." "All of them?" I asked dubiously. "Yeah, all of 'em. My folks went to Rhysh once in a while so they're level. Too level sometimes." I chuckled. "Well, you can't have read all of them. There are so many of them and you're only... what?" "I'm twelve." "Twelve? Gods, I would have guessed fourteen." She laughed. "Yeah, everybody says that." "You're twelve and you've read the Journal Entries? I mean, even the really strong ones?" "The ones between you and Aaden?" she asked, mischievously. "Yeah." "Wow," I said, not quite sure how to respond to that. "I can't imagine someone letting their twelve-year-old daughter read my kinky stories." "Well, your kids can read them, right?" I thought about that. "You're right. Never did think of it that way. So," I said, trying to change the subject before I turned a redder shade, "What do you want to do when you get back to Pendor?" "I want to be a genetic engineer." "Really?" I asked, fascinated. So few people actually wanted to be gene engineers. The risks were enormous and the competition fierce. So few paths that gene engineers took actually resulted in something you could release. "What, in particular, are you interested in? Any particular field?" I'm not an empath. According to P'nyssa, telepathically contacting me takes more energy than with most people because my mind doesn't have the organization it takes to be receptive to psionics, much less actually have the talents. Even with that handicap, I could feel the waves of discomfort coming off of Tylia. Her embarrassment resonated loudly. She finally found the nerve to speak. "Sentient design." I didn't laugh-- a good thing. If I had, I probably would have shattered any real drive she had at that point. There are, maybe, five people in the known universe who understand sentient design, and I'm one of them. Anyone undertaking this blackest of all the genetic arts had better be good. I hoped she was good. "Mmm-hmm." "What does that mean?" she asked, turning to me. "I don't know. Do you really want to try and learn something that really isn't taught anywhere? People study sentient design for years without ever really getting it." She nodded. "I know. But I really think I understand it. I mean, I read Thankso and Gramm's paper last year on the acceptable limitations of hormonal unbalancing last year, and it made sense to--" "Whoa, whoa. You read the T&G hormone paper?" She nodded, blushing. On a Felinzi, that means her nose and her ears grew a little darker and her ears drooped downwards. "That's why I was so amazed when I saw you were going to be the pilot. I read theirs, and I read the Shardik and Shardik documentation on designing towards a non-humanoid frame with telepathic implementation. I've been studying a lot in the past year, mostly xeno-stuff. I... I was going to write the University at Sinaloa when I got back to Pendor, but something must be guiding me, 'cause I have a chance to ask you." "Ask me what?" "Can I... Can I study at Pindam?" I almost laughed again. As I record this, I'm grateful I didn't. "Well... " I said. "What are you asking for?" "I want to be an apprentice. Kinda like a sorcerer's apprentice. I want to be your apprentice. I want to work for you. Study for you. Get to know you. Figure out what you do that makes you so different from everyone else, makes you know how to do this stuff." The earnest desire in her voice to be a part of something came through very clearly, but likewise something else did too. Maybe it was just my typical perceptions coloring everything in that way that it does, but I had to admit that I found this far-too-young lady in the chair opposite mine to be very attractive in that youthful and energetic way that's all too rare among adults. Aaden achieves it on rare occasions, but he's special. I sighed; I think she took that the wrong way, because her face drooped a little when she heard it. "I don't know, Tylia. Let me think about it. Can you allow me to read your school records?" She nodded. "I think so. I might have to call my mother." "Then do it." I gestured towards the console. "Now. We're going into hyperspace in three hours, and she might not be available." She began the process of contacting her mother. Fortunately, we had the help of the third member of our crew, Reeds, who I had forgotten about in all the rush to get off-world. Lots of AIs are like that-- they want you to forget that they're even there, just allow them to do their jobs with a minimal amount of interference. Reeds was like that. Fortunately, David isn't like that. Within twenty minutes we had contacted her mother and received authorization to review her records. They were downloaded to the ship in a matter of another couple of minutes. I secured the station-- nothing to do for the next couple of hours anyway-- and sat down to read them. "This is going to take a while, Tylia." She nodded. "You mean, I should find something to do." "Exactly." She picked up a PADD from the small schoolbag she had brought into the cabin and began looking for something. I sat back with my own PADD and began reviewing the data she had sent me. Tylia Meffern, age twelve, thirteen next month. Her parents are botanical planetologists-- hmm, they should get along with Aaden real well, then-- and she's, well, precocious. Cloned her first rat when she was nine, apparently, and in the four years since then has spent a lot of time doing a self-directed study of sentient design. After more than two hours of reading through the report, I looked up. "It says here that last year you won a recognition award from Sinaloa for designing a better rat." "Two awards. One for my work on the brain-- better pattern recognition, faster maze-learning systems. I figured out what made the best maze-learners work and made the genes that did it propagate into the next generation." "What was the other award for?" She smiled wider. "Security control. Build a better rat, and you don't want it to get loose." "What do you know about the non-brain influence of t2-aphedrine?" I said, trying something out of thin air. Her response was almost immediate. "T2-aphedrine is a compensation mechanism found in the Han for the emotional stress related to having cycling rates of testosterone and t2-estrogen in their bloodstream. You can't say there's a non-brain 'influence.' All of it comes back to the way the brain perceives the body's response limitations. That's from your old essay, 'The Shape Of The Body.'" I chuckled, caught. "Okay, I'm impressed. On the other hand, my first son knew the names of every dinosaur that had ever walked across the face of the Earth when he was ten years old." I realized as I said it that comparing Richard's memorization of names that clearly impressed young minds to her ability to synthesize even simple answers from the material she made were worlds apart. I sighed. "Look, Tylia, I don't know what I'm going to do with you. I can't... I don't know if I have a place for you. I don't even know what you really want?" "I want to work for you!" she protested. "I want to learn... everything. See?" She held up the PADD she'd been looking at for the last hour. "I've been studying Ritan design, endocrinology, stuff like that. I want to be part of the project. I want... I want you to be my... mentor." It felt to me that she had torn that last word from somewhere else. The word had meaning to her. Meaning that I hadn't heard from her yet-- and almost instantly recognized. "Tylia... " I said. "You better not be asking for what I think you're asking for." "Why not?" she demanded, suddenly shifting into pouty defiance. "Do you really want to sleep with me?" "If that's the price for getting into Alpha and learning from you, yes! I read that story about you and Aaden and what was his name... Khai. Yeah. Aaden said he didn't know many girls who went through the kind of thing Khai did but he was sure there were some. Maybe I'm one of 'em!" "Maybe you are," I said. She had me backed into a corner, but I saw an easy way out. "Maybe you are not. I could say no, just so that you wouldn't look like a whore trying to get something out of me. On the other hand, if I accepted, it might be because I want to look like a man of principles who you don't have to sleep with to get what you want." I grinned. "Bad move." "I just want to talk first. Please?" Her eyes were wet and pleading. "I just want to talk. I just want to know if there's a chance you'll be my mentor? I'm not a child." "Yes, you are." "You know what I mean!" "No," I admitted. "I don't know what you mean. I don't read minds." Flustered, I wasn't sure where to go with this conversation. I just stared at her, churning thoughts in my head and feeling manipulated. I didn't know where to go with this conversation and I was afraid of where I could end up. This went on for quite a few minutes, long enough for the alarm to go off. "Look, I have to pay attention to the ship. We're about to make the jump to lightspeed." She nodded, then looked down. "Forget it." "What?" I asked, surprised. "Just forget it. It was a dumb idea. Forget I asked." She hopped out of her chair and ran for the rear of the ship and her cabin. I examined the controls. I had about four minutes left. "Reeds, I don't know what to do with her." "Neither do I," Reeds intoned casually. "But then, she is no longer my problem. Should I forward the gist of your conversation with her to her mother?" I thought about it. It disturbed me to think that someone else might know of our conversation. Someone other than an AI, I mean. "No, not just yet." Jump in two minutes. "I still haven't decided I'm going to accept." "Very well. I shall keep it in mind if we need it." "Thanks." I dropped the fusion drive down to zero and coasted into position for the jump past lightspeed. Forty seconds passed. A gentle lurch occurred, more in my mind than in reality, and the stars through the front window began to fly past at high speed. These 'stars' were more projection than reality, created by a common computer program to simulate the feeling of movement. I retreated to my own cabin to read, and to think. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Nine hours later an alarm buzzed above my head. "Wha?" With no AI on board to tell me what the call was about, I fumbled to get to the controls on the head board. The image resolved quickly. "Hullo?" "Did I wake you?" asked the lovely, if too-thin, Mephit on the other side of the screen. "Yeah, 's okay. How's life, Aanji?" "Hectic. That shouldn't surprise you. You're the cause of all this insanity. Nice haircut, by the way." She sighed deeply. "The people on the Ille Pendoro have just sprayed the ring with a Huffman transmission in the clear-- they obviously wanted everyone to hear it." She saw my eyebrows rise a cent at that. "The message requests permission on the part of two of the crew, their Chief Engineer and their Chief Medical Officer, to accompany the survivors quote through every step of the recovery process unquote." "Okay..." I said. Then I realized what they were trying to accomplish. "They're right." "I beg your pardon?" I laughed. "Aanji, they're trying to keep us from murdering those males." "Why would we do that?" she asked, now more confused. "Because if we let the tanks fail, as they would without drastic intervention, then this whole thing becomes an archaeological expedition which I could direct at my whim. If they survive, the matter becomes much stickier, since it will then become a rescue, subject to the Genocide Provision of Article Five of the llerkin-Pendor-Terra Pact." Aanji stroked the tip of her muzzle with her hand. "You would do that? Let them die?" "Honestly? It wasn't an option that had occurred to me until the Pendoro crew suggested it as a possibility, but yeah, if I were Machiavellian enough I might have done it." I looked down at my PADD. "Does the Pendoro crew know they might have to turn right around?" "The Pendoro crew isn't going to be up to that. The Handele, however, will be. A whole new crew is readying it to space in four weeks." "Captain?" She smiled. "Etta." "Good for her!" I said. "It's crazy, Aanji. Crazy, crazy, crazy. Hey, speaking of madness, I've got a request for you." "I'm listening." "I'd like to take on an apprentice." "A what?" she asked, surprised. "An apprentice. You know, a sorcerer's apprentice. Something like that." "What does he know?" I forwarded the report I had to her. She worked her muzzle thoughtfully. "Doesn't seem like a very good student. Maybe first year of postgraduate although a little light on theory. Why her?" "Would you be surprised if she was twelve years old?" "Twelve?" Aanji asked. "Twelve? You want me to invite a twelve year old girl into Alpha?" "No, I'm asking you to allow me to invite her." "And the rest of Alpha has to put up with this?" I glared at her. "Alpha is my team, Aanji, don't forget that. You're here because it's in my best interest to have someone with your skills here. Look, this argument is stupid. If you can't handle working with a reasonably mature twelve-year-old girl walking around my lab asking questions and learning, tell me now." Even as I said it I realized that she knew exactly what she could say to convince me otherwise. I had hired her to do her job. She knew better than I did what the team could and could not sustain. She sighed and glanced offscreen at someone or something. "It's just one more huge complication." "I can see your point, Aanji. If she's a problem, I promise she'll be on an Sdisk back to her uncle first thing in the morning. We've got three huge lab assignments coming up, none of which are in our traditional line of work. The Ritans aren't from our evolutionary line, the Han are hermaphrodites engineered by someone else, and in Unity we're going to be targeting sentience to avoid it, not create it. This does make your life more complicated. "On the other hand," I continued, "There's a tradition of having student apprentices and she looks like she could be a good one. I mean, she's only twelve and she's already demonstrated that she can re-engineer rat brains and clone then in-vitro." "Cloning rats is a childish experiment." "Aanji, how old are you?" I asked, exasperated with her. "How old were you before you cloned your first rat?" "I've never cloned rats, Ken. I'm here because I'm a program manager, remember?" She smiled tiredly. "It's entirely your decision, Ken. I appreciate your telling me first, but she's to be your responsibility. Remember that when it's comes to key coding, it's your mission priority. If you want a twelve-year-old girl on your library team, that's up to you. I question if it's your brain or your hormones making this decision, but ultimately you make or break the sentient design team." "Well, thanks for that vote of confidence." "Next item--" I waited for the bad news. "Terraforming is proceeding as planned. The processors are now on their way to Ritacha. It's going to take them four years to get there, since the engines don't push them nearly as fast as we'd like. The archaeologists want more time, as always." "Aanji?" I asked. "I should probably warn you. Something huge is going to be leaving Pindam in a couple of days." She looked up at me with alarm. "Huge? How huge?" "Oh, about eleven kilometers across, shaped a little like an emergency landing capsule. You don't know where it is right now, and Hal will give you six hours warning before lift off. I just want you to be aware of it before it moves." "What is it?" I smiled. "Nazkrimpatul." Aanji's eyes went wide. I love seeing that in her-- it makes her look so much like her brother. "Ringmaker?" I nodded. "You said in your letter three days ago you had a star picked out." "Well, yes, but... " She shook. "I thought Nazkrimpatul was a legend." "You're not an evolutionist, are you?" "Well... Um... No. But, I mean, a thousand years seems plausible. There are a couple of hundred people still alive who were here a thousand years ago and remember the beginning." "In another eighty years, you'll be one of them." "Don't remind me. But, the Ring-- I mean, it's millions of years old. Sometimes, it doesn't seem real that... that you made it." She sighed. "I forget who I'm talking to." "No, you remember right. Ringmaker is just a tool, Aanji. An impressive one, but a tool nonetheless, and no more impressive than statis fields." I grinned. "Come on, you've slept with me. You know how awkward and gangly I can get." She smiled. "You're right. So Ringmaker is on its way. At eleven kilometers, it's can't be any faster than the terraforming processors." "You're right. In fact, it's on a Corrane-one drive. So it might not be actually leaving for a few days after it awakens. It might have to retrofit for the new technologies in space flight. Ringmaker isn't AI, but it's smart. And fast." I neglected to add that it cheats, too. Aanji jotted something down on her PADD. "My life is too complicated." "It's not going to get any better," I pointed out cheerfully. "I'll remember you said that. We seem to be caught up." She pointed at me through the screen. "Do me a favor, and don't come to Alpha until the day before the Pendoro transits. You need a vacation. Take it. Use it. Stay home. Fuck my brother's brains out. That is an order." I smiled. "Yes, Ma'am!" "Later, Ken." "Until then, Aanji." As the screen blinked out, I realized that I couldn't afford to get too much sleep on this trip. I looked at the clock and decided to get up. I was now three hours early out of synch with daylight at the Castle. I could probably get back to my normal schedule if I went to bed an hour early-- but then I realized that there was damned little to do on this ship to wear myself out enough to want to go to bed that early. I sniffed myself and looked at my hair in the mirror. I stank all right. The hair was greasier than day-old fried chicken. I sighed and decided to head for the shower. I opened the door to the hallway. Tylia was nowhere to be seen, so I sneaked across the hall with only a towel around my midriff and closed the bathroom door behind me. It suddenly occurred to me as I opened the door that she could be in the bathroom. Fortunately, she wasn't. As the warm water hit me, I started to relax. I hadn't realized how tense this whole incident was making me. As the spray of water hit my shoulders and cascaded over my back and front, I could feel the heat penetrating me, loosening muscles and easing away a deep ache in my bones. I wondered if that came just from the past day. I hoped so. I poured soap into my hands and proceeded to wash my hair, then the rest of me. When I got down to my crotch, I grabbed something solid. "What are you doing?" I asked my dick, which was hard for no apparent reason. I never get an answer back, which some of the fems in my life tell me is unusual. I slid my hands over my erection to wash it like everything else, and as is usually the case I found the pleasure of doing so inviting. "Oh, what the Hell," I said to nothing in particular. I began stroking my cock slowly, enjoying the sensations that made me shiver every time I felt the crown of my cock head slide through my closed hand. With my other hand, I reached down and stroked my balls, tugging on the scrotum and enjoying the difference in sensation between the two. I couldn't remember the last time I masturbated, although memory served me well enough that it had been on the Handele and I had been in the shower then, too. The water was running down my back as I leaned against the wall of the shower for support, letting myself get lost in the warm water and the hot, delicious sensation of my hand stroking my hard penis. The piercing I had gotten two years ago was still there, and I could feel the hard knobs at the ends of the barbell running under the pads of my fingers. After two years I still notice it, what a change it is. As I started to breathe a little faster, my mind wandered, looking for something to fantasize about. I always do that, always have something to dream about when I'm masturbating. My mind just wouldn't let her go, though. I couldn't close my eyes without wondering what Tylia looked like under those clothes. In my imagination, she looked less like a Felinzi and more like a Mephit-- I think I was confusing her with Sheja. But her name was Tylia in my fantasy. I wanted to kiss her, to grab her, to pick her lithe, little body up into my arms and hold her to me. I wondered how much she'd weigh, and how much I would feel if she were on top, taking my cock inside herself. My gods, I was fantasizing about a twelve year old girl. But it was just fantasy, and I let it go. I dreamed of what she'd be like, lying in bed, facing me, her legs parted just slightly. What would it be like for me to crawl on top of her, to look down into her eyes and have her say "take me?" I could just barely imagine the feel of her fur under my hands, the excitement in my heart, the feel of her tight cunt as I penetrated her... I barely noticed what I was doing with my hands. In my ears, over the sound of the falling water I could hear myself whispering her name, moaning her name as I came closer to orgasm. In my mind she was crying with pain and joy, feeling the way I do when I'm being flogged, or fucked, or fisted by someone who I know loves me. I started to wonder what it was like to be her. I could feel her anxiety, her concern over what was happening, what would happen. I could imagine her voice, so full of life and so close to that indecisive edge between lust and fear. And as I made love to her, I imagined her holding onto me for dear life, for an experience we all go through once. As I came, I could hear my fantasy self thanking my fantasy of her for letting it be me. "Whew," I said, again to nobody in particular. I pulled the shower handle off of its bracket and sprayed the wall where my semen had landed, washing it down the drain to the recycling plant. I blinked a couple of times-- spray from the shower had collected on my eyelashes-- and stretched. Standing like that for so long had made me cramp up again. Damn, I was out of shape. I cleaned the rest of myself off and got out. I felt refreshed. I also didn't feel at all guilty. It was just fantasy, and I knew on which side of that line I stood. I also knew where I stood with Tylia. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "You bored?" I asked as I watched her touch her PADD for the fifth time in under a minute. I know very few people who read that fast. She was either channel surfing, or just flipping static material at random. "A little," she said, petulantly. She didn't even bother to look at me. "Wanna do something?" "Like what?" Again, voice low and disinterested. If it was an act, it was a good one. For someone who had been so thrilled to have Ken Shardik as her sole audience for over thirty hours, she sure wasn't taking advantage of it. "A round or two of Raider?" "What's Raider?" I picked up my own PADD and looked to see if the game in question was in the database. Sure enough, it was. "Come on." I stood and led her back to the cargo area, a huge space, relatively speaking. In the middle stood twelve metallic canisters, all barely knee-high. "Raider is a silly game I used to play a long time ago. Got nostalgic for it suddenly. These canisters--" I ran my hand through one to show it was just a hologram-- "are ours. Now, out of the walls are going to come ships, first in waves of one, then two, then three, then four, then five, and they're going to try to grab these cans and run with them. They will get faster. We have to keep our cargo as long as possible. Hands are the only valid tag. And if you tag a ship that has a canister, the can stays where it is. Sound easy?" She nodded. "Want to play?" Nod again. I hit the 'go' button on my PADD and tossed it across the room. It sailed through the air and landed on my chair perfectly. "Yes!" I said. The attack started. "Whoops!" Tylia got the first one, and I got to see how fast she was. Fast enough. At this point in the game, the attack ships are pretty slow. They're just holograms, about the size of a medium-sized dog, squarish and glowing and hard to miss. The second wave came. One ship, then another, staggered. I took care of the first, Tylia got the second. The battle continued. The game got faster. I found myself diving for ships that ran off with canisters. By the fifteenth round we were facing waves of three moderately fast ships and already had lost two cans. Tylia started breathing fast around round twenty-one-- and four ships came out. These were slower than round twenty's, but still more of them. I managed to tag one, fell forwards, looked up to see a ship getting away with a can, and rolled in the way. It's a little creepy to watch one of those things roll over you and not feel it, but a swipe of my hand and it disappeared, leaving me with a canister in my lap. I stood quickly for wave twenty-two. Wave thirty, and five ships were coming at a time. They came from all sides-- from the walls, from around the corner to the cabins, even leaping out of my chair. They skittered across the ground and grabbed the canisters, and I was running to keep them from getting to the walls and disappearing with our cargo. Tylia and I both dove for the fifth ship-- and knocked heads together. "Ouch!" I remember saying. She shouted something more appropriately incoherent. "Time!" I shouted at the ceiling. The game froze. Not that it mattered-- we were between waves. "You okay?" She nodded. "Uh-huh." She rubbed her head appropriately. "You have a hard head, Shardik." "So I've been told," I agreed. That got me the first grin I'd seen since "turning her down." I decided to work with it. "By the way, call me 'Ken.'" "Okay, sir. 'Ken.' I figured you were gonna ask me that eventually." "They why didn't you just start off calling me 'Ken?'" "Well, I don't know. I mean, I don't know what you want to be called, really. I figured I should play it safe." I nodded. "Do you really want to stay around me? I mean, do you really know what you're asking for?" "I've read your journals; I know what you've taught other people, all the way back from the beginning!" She smiled. "And that includes the, uh, the sex." "That interests you?" I asked. "Rings, yes, it interests me!" Her enthusiasm caught me off guard. Sitting on the floor as close as we were I could feel it coming off her in waves. I'm starting to wonder about that "psychically dead" part. "Woah, wait, I wasn't offering. I'm just talking, like you said." "It does!" she continued in the same strong voice. "I mean, I I even play with myself." Hearing words like those from a twelve-year-old girl surprised me. A lot. It was one of the few times I'd ever heard someone that young give such strong praise for their own sexuality, and her voice was full of appreciation. "Tylia," I asked, "Have you ever had sex with someone yet?" "No " she begun. "Then you don't know what you're asking for." "I'm not asking for a repeat experience. Don't you understand? I know what it feels like. I know what I've read and what I've heard. I want to know what it's like with someone else. The fact that I don't right now is no reason for me not to ask I mean, just ask. Somebody's got to take my virginity sometime." She laughed. "Well, I'm clasisted, like everyone these days. I just figured... you know " "And you want me to be the one?" "I don't know yet. Wait," she said as I opened my mouth to interrupt. "I know that that's the answer you'd want to hear. So I know you're gonna be suspicious when I say it 'cause you know I've read all your stories. But it's also the answer I want to give." I stood up. "I have to check the controls." She interrupted my examination by taking the copilot's chair again, saying, "I think... I think one of the problems you're having is that if you accept an offer from me, who else will ask you in the future?" "That's a very mature thought," I said, smiling at her reservedly. "Well, somebody had to say it. Look, how many kids... " She laughed. "Oh, rings. Yeah, you're right. How many kids my age have access to your journals and have read and understood enough of them to even ask what I'm asking you for?" "You don't!" "I have a good enough idea!" She was going to pout. "Yeah, I bet you do. You're one of the smartest twelve-year-olds I've ever met." She grinned wide. "Thanks. You know, I think that by itself is going to make my day. I smiled and checked the readouts again. In my mind I thought about who I would need for advice on this. Aaden, certainly-- despite her features Tylia came across as a tomboy. I wondered at the power dynamic involved in her being a fem, though unlike Aaden and those rare "students" of his, Tylia literally could not give as good as she got. P'nyssa probably. A few others came to mind. I thought about the funk she had gone through all morning and I realized that her sulkiness was the other side of her youth. I guess if I was prepared to enjoy one I would have to learn to help her through the other. The mere suggestion that I wanted to 'enjoy' her bothered me, but isn't that exactly what Aaden had asked me many years ago. I enjoy young people already, for their athleticism, their energy, their boundless curiosity. Was Tylia really offering me something different in asking me to enjoy her sexuality as well? I didn't have an answer for that yet. But I wanted to give her that chance. "Tylia," I said, still checking over the last of the readouts, "I've already spoken to Aanji on Alpha. I'll have to get advice from some other people and I'll have to talk to your parents, too. But I'm willing to give you a fair chance. Fuck this 'I don't have time' crap. I better make time. I'm going to live for a lot longer, and that's time enough for me, but you're not going to be young forever and I don't really have the right to take away from you such a wonderful possibility. I'll see if I can get you into Alpha." There was complete silence from her chair. Then, in a careful voice she asked, "Do you really mean that?" "I mean that with all honesty." She bounded out of her chair and dropped into my lap, throwing her arms around me. "Thank you, Ken! Thank you so much! I won't let you down." "I hope not. I think we're sticking you with either Kamron or Baler. Probably Baler." "Baler?" She stuttered the word. "B...Baler? The one who solved the evolutionary problem of Egan's Sheets?" I nodded. She lunged for me, gripping me so tightly she cut off the circulation to my brain. "You won't regret this!" I rubbed my head. Her sudden action had made the pain return. "I regret it already. Ouch." "Oops. Sorry." "It's okay. You'll be working as his understudy on Ritan sensory mechanisms, if I remember my assignments clearly. I'll be working on DNA translations into Pendorian schemas-- so you'll end up reporting to Baler, who reports to me." I paused. "That is, after I get both Baler's and your parents' permissions." "You'll get my folks, fast!" she said. "I plan on telling them everything we've talked about." That stopped her. "Oh." She looked at me. I nodded. "I'm extreme, but I'm honest. At least, that's how people tell me they see me. Which will your parents focus on?" "I don't know. I guess they'll let me work with you. Would you work with me if they don't want us to... ?" "It's not like I can't find excitement elsewhere, Tylia. I'm not even sure I want to find it with you. I do know that you have a tremendous opportunity to make a lifetime of respect out of the Ritans right here and now." "Good." She eased herself out of the chair, noticed the game still running behind us. "Score?" "Twenty Nine to Twenty Six, Meffrn." The voice sounded stilted, mechanical, unfriendly. I wished for an AI. "I won!" she said. "I'm thirsty," I said. For some reason, that lump on my head wasn't clearing very quickly. I hoped it wasn't anything serious. She put a glass in front of my nose. "Here. More soda. Your favorite." She made a face. "You do read closely," I observed. "Nah. I saw you drinking some earlier and could smell it." "Thanks." "How soon until we get home?" "About six hours," I said. "I'm going to go lie down. I feel dizzy." "You want me to bring you anything?" I shook my head. "No, but if I'm not awake when we get to transit, could you make sure I do wake up?" She nodded. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Brieanna, Part 1 Journal Entry 201 / 00057 Elenya, Yavar 06, 00057 My head hurts. Hurts? It shouldn't hurt; for that matter, I shouldn't have a head. At least, I shouldn't feel like I have one. Let's try this again. Do I have eyes? Scan left, right. Yes, I have eyes, physical ones, so I try the eyelids. They open. Interesting. Apparently I'm not deceased, not yet. Typical. Failure. So what am I looking at? Eyes aren't focusing. Not surprised. Wait. Close them again. Do a few exercises, like Trill taught me all those years ago. Try the eyes again. Open. Okay? Okay, better. Look around. Wooden roof, couple of crossbeams. Good construction, but not typically Pendorian. Hmm. Turn my head to see the rest of the room. Doesn't work. Neck's stiff as hell. Wait. Practice again. One muscle, two, two, three... again and again. Force the fire. Try something easier. A hand. Toes move, good. Try some more. Ankles. I'm getting on my feet, at least. How long was I out, that I feel this bad? Wait a minute. This is familiar. Think. Where have I felt this? Cryo. Check. Yes! A dead monkey has been sleeping on my tongue. At least, that's the way it tastes. I was in cryogenic suspension. Odd, the last thing I remember was... I tried to kill myself. Yes, that was it. Brain is NOT, repeat, NOT on-line. Okay. Acceptance. I tried the old fashioned way, too...slit wrists and bath. Stupid. Should have realized that Dave would call for help the moment I was out. Didn't try hard enough. Okay. Why did I try? Think. Nothing. That's idiotic. Got to be something. Think. Nothing comes. No reason for the suicide. Other than. Depression. Depression of the conceptual artist. There is nothing left to live for, not because I've done it all, but because I know I can. That's stupid. Is it? I don't know, it is true. I can do virtually anything. Hmm. Frustrated. Let's try this again. May as well get on my feet. I'm not going to try again, at least not until I determine what's going on, where I am, and who saved me, and should I hate them or thank them, or both? Slowly. OUCH! Shit, I'm stiff, I hate cryo. If there's anything worse than waking up from coldsleep, I'm not sure what it could be. The effort of sitting up makes my head spin, but I do it. The band of muscle that attaches left shoulder to skull is tighter than anything, hurts like a hot poker. I want to concentrate, banish the pain, but I can't summon the strength. I stand... and fall to my knees. Much better. Can't stand, may as well crawl towards the door. There is a door here. Okay, crawl towards it. Locked. Is there another door? Yes. Okay, let me get my bearings. There's a locked door, a rather simple bed, a desk, a mirror, another door, and a big window. Outside the window I see sunlight, a big tree, a willow, and beyond that, the cliff face of a mountain, not too distant, either. Nice place. Willow's cold, the leaves yellowing, although it's still early in its season, mostly green. I crawl for the other door, which is ajar, and peek in around the jamb. It's a bathroom, pretty old- fashioned too. Only thing even remotely unusual is the bidet, but that's an architectural preference. My bladder screams in recognition, and I manage to gradually haul myself up, sit down on the damned commode and relieve myself. My head swims, clears, and I see a glass on the sink. Fill glass from sink, drink. Cold, clear, feels wonderful going down. Gods, then, it hurts! Throat's raw! Stupid. Cryo. Forgot that thick syrupy shit I'm supposed to drink afterwards. Oh, forget it, who cares if my electrolytes are balanced? Drink more water, ignoring, for the most part, the pain signals. Try to rise, steady myself on sink and towel bar. Look in mirror. Gods I am a mess. No beard, so I wasn't in cryo long. Look at wrists. Nothing, not even scars. Good healing job, but there's a pain in the crux of my elbow. Oh. Intravenous scarring, they were taking care of me in a serious way. It'll go away, I'm familiar with it. Walk, unsteady towards window. Look out. Same assessment. More trees, again in the beginning of Firith, the season of fading. And there's... What the? I didn't design those! And who's she? Whoever, she's beautiful. Thick, small blond curls, big frame, high sweet breasts, naked, freckles, looking Irish almost. And who built her unicorn? If it's a 'droid, it's from Grand Design, nobody else on Pendor makes them that well. If it's not, I'm impressed, I thought nobody had reached my talent yet, at least not with mammals. She vanished out of sight almost as soon as I got a good look at her. She rode with just a blanket. I looked. I was on the second floor, but the window wouldn't open. I pressed my hand to the glass, and it was warm to the touch, so I assume it was warm outside. I began an intensive search of the room. The bed was simple, as I'd said. Small but comfortable, nothing fancy. Tried the desk...Hmm, interesting. The top flips over, keyboard. Okay, where's the...neat, the screen is in the mirror. Good effect, hides a lot, but takes refocusing, it's like looking into a head's-up display. Drawer's got a pen, paper. Try the bathroom. No razor in the medicine chest, in fact nothing at all in there. Soap in the bathtub. I smiled. I could slip and fall and kill myself. Do failed suicides always think this way? What's the vidmirror hooked to? Try it. Standard input, but no email output, apparently. Look at the date. 57! It's been FIVE YEARS!? Where the Hell have I been? Frozen solid. Oh, yeah. Waitaminute! Run to the window. Look. Yeah, sun's overhead, can't see much otherwise, damned mountain in the way. Assume for the time being I'm on Pendor. Newsline's Pendorian, at least. Try a music program. Nothing. No audio throughput at all. I guess I wait for my hostess. I went and lay down on the bed. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Ken?" Soft voice, sweet and high pitched, with a middlin' southern accent, like from north Georgia on Earth somewhere. I come to consciousness suddenly, flailing. "Wha?..." I said. "Easy, easy," she said. My eyes came to rest on the young woman I'd seen before. A better look at her face. High cheekbones, soft, definitely Irish eyes. But that accent! "Who are you?" I demanded of my...captor? Savior? "Are you feeling all right, Ken? Hungry?" "Who are you?" "My name's Brieanna Flanders. Call me Brie." "Brieanna Flanders? There weren't any Flanders in my designs." "I know. I'm not anyone you know, or made." Her voice was infinitely patient with me. "That's impossible. The year said it was '57." "It is." "Then we're still in the Pocket Realm. You can't be from outside, yet, there is no contact with the outside. The Gate is closed, and will be until '94." "I'm from here. I'm just not anyone you ever worked on." I looked at her. "Then where did you come from? Everyone here is someone I worked on, except for one person, and you are not she." "Oh, no? Why couldn't I be Oenone?" "Because Oenone reeks of magic, and you, my dear, are exactly what I see in front of me, nothing more, nothing less. You are not Paris' paramour." "That's true. Stupid bastard, she should have killed him when she had the chance." "Brie...where am I?" "The mansion." "Sounds ominous, like number 2 pronouncing I'm in 'The Village.'" "Not that bad, but the maps won't tell you where you are, and there's no place to go beyond the mountains, anyway." "Then I am in 'The Village,' at least in that I'm not leaving anytime soon. Am I number 6?" "No, no, nothing like that. You're Ken, and that's all." "Are we alone?" "For the most part, it's just you and me in this house. There's an SI, too." "Not an AI?" "Nope. The only person you have to talk to is me. Sorry." "Don't be sorry. It's okay. So." I sat up, slowly. "Are you going to tell me where you're from?" "No. And I probably won't for a while. Just take it for granted that I'm here, and that I'm a friend of a friend of yours, and I'm your friend as well." "So. Why am I here?" "I'm not sure about that. I think that's for you to decide." "And you're here to help me make that decision." "Well... yes." "Are you going to help me make my own decision, or the 'right' decision, in the eyes of your... friend." "Your own. At least, I hope I can. We're pretty independent out here. It's just you and me. And the animals down in the stable." "Yeah, I saw that. Is that a 'ganic, or what?" "It's a real unicorn, trust me." I looked at her face again. The words and the accent went together pretty well. So I've never worked on you in any way, eh, Miss Brieanna Flanders? Then who made you? What are you? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Are you hungry?" she asked, after the few minutes that I spent studying her face and she spent patiently waiting for me to finish. "Actually, yeah, I am." "Then let's go eat. Drac, dinner in the dining hall." A new voice, this one well modulated, but unless it was consciously blocked, obviously SI, said, "Yes, Brieanna." I looked at her. "Drac? Your computer is named Dracula?" "Sure, why not? It's not AI, it's just a machine." I suppose. "Well, then, lead on to dinner." She opened the previously locked exit to the bedroom, into what apparently was a main hallway and foyer. There was a railing opposite the door, and below was a huge room, apparently the main room of the estate. There were a couple of stuffed chairs, and some bookshelves. The place had an air of age, but it couldn't be that old... could it? And she did not belong, other than that her accent matched the obviously southern plantation design. There was that wonderful smell of cured, aged wood. She led on down the single staircase, and when we reached the bottom I looked around. The carpet was oriental. There was a grand piano in one corner, a saxophone next to it. I couldn't play either, so I assumed they were both hers, but then she may have lied about being alone. She led me through a pair of swinging doors into a room with a small square table with two chairs and candles. She sat me, and then seated herself. "So." "So," she repeated. "What do you want to know?" "Where am I?" "On Pendor." "I know that! That's more square klickage than all of the rest of the known galaxy together, so that doesn't do me much good. So, where am I?" "Why don't you step outside and take a look?" The old Shardik came on-line. "Because I've been invited to dinner by a beautiful young lady, and I'm not about to step out on her to see the weather." She smiled. "You probably won't recognize it. We're pretty far from either of the major inhabited sectors, and we're not close to the Farside colony, either." At that moment, a kitchen droid, real old-fashioned type on wheels, no less, came out and began to distribute dinner to the two of us. It was a well done bird, turkey, I'd have guessed, and was quite delicious. We continued the conversation as we ate. "So you're not going to tell me where I am?" "Nope. I'm not even going to give you the sector number." "Oh well. So, am I a prisoner here?" "A guest. You've got free rein to the place." "Even access to the kitchen?" She smiled, a small, wan, smile. "Yes, even access to the kitchen. And I won't hide the knives." "I appreciate the gesture, but I don't think that's necessary." "Then you won't try again?" There was a sudden hope in her eyes, like a flash. "I didn't say that. But remember, you said your job was to let me make my own decisions. Tell me, Brieanna, are you my savior?" She smiled thinly. "Nothing like that. Your... savior... simply thought that you'd made a rash decision and decided to let you try and look at whatever questions and problem you had again." I sat there and stared at her, trying to absorb what she'd said, and still trying to figure out who and what she was. Dinner was apparently over. I excused myself, asking for directions to a washroom and permission for leave. She gave both graciously. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dark fell as suddenly as it always does, and a wild wind whipped past the house as I sat in my room. There was a knock on the door. Startled, I went to answer it. It was my warden. "May I come in?" she asked. "I suppose, don't see why not." She entered and leaned against the wall of the closet. "Are you upset that you're here?" "Upset? No, not really. Why should I be? I'm alive, after all." "That's not funny, Ken. Don't be bitter." "WHY THE HELL NOT? The most precious and personal decision one can make is to take their own life, and when the time in my mind came for me to exercise that right, you take that power away from me and imprison me somewhere on my own homeworld? My warden is a beautiful young women who won't answer any of my questions, impossibly claims to not be a Pendorian, and won't tell me the way home!" "I didn't say I wasn't Pendorian." "You said you were nobody I worked on, and you weren't the child of anybody I worked on. The only way that's possible is if you're Oenone, and you are so out of character with her, you don't even smell like her. You're a human, that's obvious, and you aren't any sort of android I know, your scent is too perfect. You aren't Pendorian." "I am, trust me. Just nobody you ever worked on." "Okay, say that you are, it's a stupid argument. You still won't tell me how to leave." "You could walk." "Oh, great. And how far away are we from the nearest town or village? That distance could be measured in light-minutes!" "Actually, the nearest town or village would involve a considerable swim, walking in either direction." "We're on the aspinward side?" "Yes." "Wonderful. Nobody lives out here. My best chance is waiting for Maha Oren to find his way by." "Doubtful, his team is headed the other way, anyway." "Oh, great. Look, Miss Flanders, I'd really like to go to sleep, alone, if I may." "Okay. Will I see you in the morning?" "If I feel like seeing you, maybe." I led her to the door, and, admittedly, slammed it on her as she left. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I awoke the next day sometime after daylight, and began to look around for something to wear. The less-than-comfortable clothes I'd had on yesterday were on the chair, but I had no desire to wear them, so I opened the closet and examined its contents. Seems somebody knows what I like to wear, at least. There were a lot of T-shirts, collared simple shirts, a few heavier, nicely-cut shirts, two vests with what looked like a million pockets, and several pairs of jeans. I hoped silently that they fit. In the drawers I found appropriate shorts and socks, and dressed myself comfortably. I tried the window again. It opened. Figures. Outside was cool and comfortable, and I took one of the vests along, the blue one. I left the room and headed downstairs. I realized that I had no idea what this house was like, and the mistress thereof was nowhere to be seen, so I decided to look around. The first room I headed for was where I assumed the kitchen would be, and I was right. Incongruous. It was done in a lot of stonework, and not many windows, like that of a medieval castle, and the robobutler looked so out of place I laughed. I examined the drawers, and sure enough, she was true to her word. I could find the knives if I wanted. I examined the cold room and the larder, and found the supplies adequate. I found some grains, some brown sugar, and some milk, so I assumed that that was breakfast. Not bad. I continued around, finding that a lot of the house was empty. Empty rooms, empty basement, empty hallways. And everything was old, older than it should have been, older than it could have been. There were a few truly Pendorian characteristics to the place, like the fact that there was power, but no outlets. Everything had it's own power source, even the kitchen blender, or the electric keyboard I found in one room, complete with two speakers. I got it to squeal a few notes. I found a few locked doors, and I figured that there were good reasons they were locked, so I left them alone. Even though, I thought, they could hold the Sdisk out of here. Then again, they could simply be her bedroom doors. They did concentrate towards the center rear of the first floor. But there were other weird rooms that I didn't understand. If they were trying to keep me from trying again, they were doing a lousy job of it, whoever 'they' were. I found a room with a couple of brass-enclosed chests, unlocked, and when I opened one I found... guns? All sorts of guns, rifles, pistols, even one of my person favorites, a .45 Army Colt. And there was ammunition for them, too. I took the .45, and, after checking the slide and action, loaded seven-plus-one and put it into a belt holster I'd found in the chest as well. There was a wine cellar, again with very Pendorian wines in it, including varieties I did not recognize, although they were all dated some time ago. This was all so weird, like I'd fallen into another, different reality from my own, yet almost like my own. I found another room with an easel in it, and a half-done portrait of myself, apparently done by my captor. It was a fair likeness, I decided, but it obviously needed work, since only half was done, the other in pencil sketch on canvas. On an impulse, I fast-drew the pistol, but I decided against shooting my image. Didn't want to put a hole in Brieanna's work, not yet, at least. I decided, then, that it was time to try the front door, so I headed out that way, but on the way I passed the piano. Actually, it was a full Pianoforte, and it was well-tuned. I can't play piano worth a damn, never did learn anything beyond a few simple melodies. I've always been openly envious of people who can play. And the saxophone, forget it. I might be able to get a sound out of it, halfway between a squeal and a sneeze. So the front door it was. I opened it and stepped out. The ground of the house stopped very short of the door, so I stepped out into the long grass and walked away from the house. After about five minute, I turned around. The house was in one corner of a large, grassy field, three edges of which were of huge primeval forest, and the final edge was a mountain cliff. It was a good-sized mountain, and the cliff ran vertical for almost, oh, I'd say about four hundred meters. Then I saw the joke. When I realized what I was looking at, I almost died laughing. Most people probably wouldn't have gotten it, but it was funny to me. The house was an American southern plantation-style design on the outside. What's funny is that there is nowhere in America where the mountain and the building exists together. There is nowhere in Dixie where you'll find mountains like that. Whoever built this had an interesting and subtle sense of comedy. And a good knowledge of Terra's history. Again, it pointed to Brieanna's lying to me somewhere. Odd. I haven't decided what I'm going to call my prison guard yet. Brie is too common, but do I then call her Brieanna or Miss Flanders? Gods, Miss Flanders sounds like an old school teacher. Brieanna it is, then. I looked up, then, along the Ring. Ring it was, so at least I was on a ringworld, although confirming that it was indeed Pendor would take some doing. Although, I thought with a smile, there were no other ringworlds around, at least as far as I knew. Glancing up, I watched for a few seconds to register the direction the shadows were moving and figure my concepts of 'east' and 'west', and, true to her word, I figured we were aspinward of the ocean, and if that was the Vinyare' sea, then we were pretty far away from any inhabited region. Great. I walked around the side of the house, and as I did so something caught my eye. The touchstone of the building was there, and engraved on it was "Paul Lewis, '54." Okay, that confirms something else. Paul at least had a hand in this. Figures, my first son doing this to me. Do I kill him yet, or what? I continued on my walk. Behind and slightly to the left of the house were a pair of buildings, one of which was open, the other of which had a large door on it. I tried the one with the door first, as it was closest, and it opened. Okay, this was not funny, anymore. Lying on the cement floor of what appeared to be a garage was a full high-suit of Shirow powered armor, and it looked like garbage. Pieces were torn out and the upholstery of the harness was shredded. Whoever allowed this to happen to his armor was really ignorant and shouldn't be allowed near a vehicle again in his life. There were servos scattered about the floor and covered with grease. If Hitomi'd seen this, she'd have screamed. She virtually worships her armor. I walked into the dark little garage and looked into the gutted armor. There were cracks in the outer shell, too, and the faceplate was garbage. The S.L.A. lenses were all missing, and one of the ears was snapped off. I looked for one of the power switches in the lower arm, and found it. Nothing. I'm more partial to Stark or Haam armor, myself, but Hitomi swears the maintenance efforts are worth the power of Shirow. I tried some of the alternate power sources, and they were dead, too. I looked at the back, and both battery pods were missing, and the two PFusion tubes were cracked and drained. I climbed over the chestplate and tried to get in. Whoever wore this armor was a little shorter than I was, and a little heavier, but if I could find some stuffing, I could sew a new harness that would fit me. Wait a minute. I have no intention of wearing this armor. It doesn't work. I climbed back out and headed towards the other building. Horses. It was a stable, again with a robot Maintenance Unit. I asked the MU where its mistress was, but there was no answer. Damned SI, it's not programmed to respond to my voice. Oh well. There were three stalls, but only two had horses in them, one a grey stallion, the other a brown mare. Not knowing much about horses, that's all I could tell you. Except that they seemed to be in excellent condition, with good muscle tone and pelt color. They were shoed, and their teeth were whole and healthy. So what was the point of all this? Was it some sort of amusement park for suicidal Shardiks? If it was, it was a very poor job, I was not amused. So what then? The answer was right there, in front of my face. It would be some time before I figured it out, though. The pistol, the horses, the piano, the shredded powered armor, the beautiful girl. All pieces of a puzzle. Even the mountain. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Time passes quickly when there's very little to measure it against other than the time of days. Of course, children grow up quickly, classes come to an end, even projects and spells have their durations, but when you're doing none of those things, but instead merely existing on a day-to-day basis, you don't notice the passage of time. In any event, the newsline from the outside informed me of said passage, and it meant little. About five weeks had passed, and the weather had gone from pleasant Autumn to cold Winter, and the first snows had come. It wasn't sticking well, but at least it was very white where it did stick. I had taken to daily walks, but these were going to be difficult soon. My captor, Brieanna, is still here, and I see her daily. We've gone to the point of being informal around each other, seeing as apparently I have to put up with her; either that or take a hike, and I've nowhere to go. Speaking of hiking, I did find a pair of good walking boots and a backpack, apparently suggestive that I can leave if I want to, but I no longer do. There's a mystery here, and I want to solve it. Of course, the mystery surrounds me. Why am I here? I don't think I'm going to end up being told by Brieanna, but maybe I will. I've also taken over some of the duties of the household. Brieanna suggested a fire in the living room, so I cut down a few trees and split some logs the other day. Funny how doing physical work like that changes attitudes. There was something more... more real... in doing things like that. In cutting down a tree. Not that I'm going to become a lumberjack, mind you. But I've read a lot of books in Brieanna's library, almost to the point of saturation, and I'm becoming bored. The other day I set up a holography set I found in one of the rooms, a room that had been empty a few weeks ago. It was an enormous set of gear, and it took me all day to set it up in the field in front of the house. I kept glancing up and praying for it to not rain. It was overcast, but I hoped for the best. Actually it started snowing the next morning. But after about seven hours in the sun, I waited for nightfall. And when it came, I stuck in a laserdisc of a holographic realization of Shakespeare's King Richard. About halfway through I began to do some of the parts myself, standing up and mimicking the actors on the video. Well, since it was a holographic realizations, the images filled a good deal of the field. About halfway through Richard's curse to the King, I heard a giggle behind me. Somewhat aghast at having been found out, I turned around. Of course, It was Brieanna. She said, "Don't stop, you were doing wonderfully." "I don't do public performances," I replied, somewhat angrily. "But why not? You do an excellent Richard." "You like Shakespeare?" The fact that she spoke Anglic was something I already knew; her library was full of the stuff. I was surprised, however, that she also spoke some Arabic, a language I don't know. "Of course. He's fascinating, don't you think?" "Well, yeah, but..." The play continued on. I hit the PAUSE button on the VHR. The actors came to a dead stop, in mid-argument. "Why don't you continue?" she asked again. "Look, if you want to watch the play with me, sit down, but there is no way in Hell you're going to get me to continue." "But I thought all humans like to copy their heroes. I saw a movie some time ago, from your collection. Risky Business? Same thing." "Yeah, well. Notice Cruise did that scene alone? It's... well..." "You're embarrassed. Afraid that if you make a mistake, someone somewhere is laughing at you." "Well, sure, wouldn't you be?" "I don't know. I've never really been in that position." Her eyes were dreamy for a moment, and then she said, "Ken, tell me... You made all of this. I mean, the Ring, the people, the whole thing. Well, okay, you didn't make the life on it, but you changed it..." "That's what a genetic engineer does." "Yes, I know. What I mean is, how can you be embarrassed about stumbling in something so simple as a line in a play when you so boldly set out to make all this?" She gestured around her. "Brieanna, I did not make all this. These trees, that grass, the mountain, are all just natural products, spread out after they were imported from Terra. As for the sentients, well, they're... You know, sometimes you are a pain, especially for a prison warden." "I've told you, you can leave anytime you want." "Yeah, right, and where am going to go? Walk forever?" "You could. I know your capabilities." "Oh, thanks. Look, can I watch the rest of the play?" "Oh, sorry. Sure, go ahead." I hit the PAUSE button and the play resumed. We watched in silence, and when the play was over, we parted in silence, as well. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Captivity, Week 12. It's snowing out again. The snow is now feet deep, and getting to my latest project is a task and a half unto and of itself. I decided that, to stave off the insanity that boredom brings, it was time to work on the Shirow armor. Well, damn, I hate Shirow designs! All right, so the mel is talented beyond words when it comes to conceptual designs in powered armor. But, hell, that doesn't mean maintaining one of these hunks of garbage is any fun. The first thing was to check the PFusion tubes. The compression rods were intact, and there was a reservoir, so, assuming I could reassemble the parts accurately, I could get full power into the suit. So that was first. Disassembled the power plant, tried to fix the reaction chamber. Okay, so, after examining the thing, I find the muon reactor is trash. Great. Biggest problem is getting a laser and carbon short for this thing. Found the laser. Oh, well, no more Shakespeare. Disassembled the laser-disc player. PFusions plants don't need a whole lot of laser power, just something to start the ionization process that contributes to muon release. As for the carbon short, well, there's one less floodlight on the outside of the house. Broke it to get the carbon rod. Spent hours with a micrometer and a nailfile getting it to the right size. Reassembled the whole mess, hoping against the odds that everything was right. Eventually, the hydrogen nuclei would fuse. Hopefully. In the mean time, I was feeding power to the suit through a disassembled power receiver I stole from some servobot. The garage is also cold as a seal's teat, but that's okay. I've got some heavy clothing. Computer's okay, but the memory's wiped. Means I'm going to have to write some serious learn-by-doing routines and then try to maneuver in a suit that doesn't want to maneuver. Made a kiln, too, to compress the ceramics I needed for the outer hull of the thing. Also spent a few hours sewing a new harness. All in all, it took me about four weeks of heavy, constant physical work to get it nearly done. I walked out with a small lasertape player and proceeded to feed my new software routines into the computer through an interface in the main cabin. First mistake. Second mistake was kneeling across the upper arm section. See, Shirow armor has four arms; Each pair on a side responds according to the way you move your arms inside the lower set; Those are more heavily shielded, but they slide open to expose your hands if you want to do delicate work; In this case the upper arms are rotated out of the way. The upper arms are for combat, like picking up and throwing cars and other suits of armor. Oh, and in case you're wondering, if I keep referring to this thing as a 'suit' don't be put out; truth is, the damn thing's a vehicle, three meters tall. That it's vaguely shaped like a man has nothing to do with its classification. In any event, the program went in rather quietly and I hit the red reboot button to bring the processor on-line. The upper right arm shuddered underneath me, and pain exploded across my right leg and my chest. I went flying until I hit the wall of the garage, where my left shoulder and head received equal treatment. Then I fell to the ground, doing just a little more damage to my already hurting body. After a few seconds of intense concentration, I looked up. The right arm had slammed against the ground, and was shuddering violently. Damn. I tried to right myself. I was suddenly very hot, and I felt something wet against my cheek. Great, my head was bleeding. I got into a sitting position, only to realize... Oh, shit, at least three ribs are floating free. I'm a mess. I suddenly noticed how much it hurt to breathe. But I kept breathing. I'm damned cussed about something like breathing; I've discovered I'm rather fond of it. I found, to my pleasure, that I hadn't penetrated the lung lining; Cardio-vascular system was still intact. Great. So what did this mean? I could wait until Brieanna noted that I hadn't shown up for dinner. Not really an option. I could think of a dozen nasty things that could happen before then, not the least of which was losing bladder control. Never mind; that's already happened. That's when I heard Brieanna; She was heading for her horses, probably to exercise them. I gathered my breath; Oh, Gods! that hurt! and shouted, once "Brie!" The effort made my head spin. I heard her shout back, but I didn't understand the words. I heard her footsteps crunch a little closer through the snow, and I heard her say, "Ken?" "Brieanna?" I panted, barely above a whisper. She must not have heard me, as she came closer. "Ken? Are you okay?" She must have been right outside. "Brieanna? I'm hurt." Now that's an understatement. She opened the side door, and when she saw how much of a mess I was, she ran to my side. "Don't touch me, yet!" I screamed. "What?" I coughed. "Broke...broke a few ribs. Maybe a leg, maybe the shoulder. Definitely concussed; don't let me pass out. Talk... talk to me." I hacked again, but no blood came up. I was at least somewhat intact, internally. "Stay right here." She was suddenly business-like. It occurred to me that whoever set her here had made sure she was qualified to keep me alive, if I so chose. So she had to have medical training. She disappeared out into the snow, and returned in about eight long minutes, with two of her maintenance units. "I'm going to load you onto a stretcher." And she did, with me screaming in absolute agony. She ignored me. They trundled me towards the mansion, I assume. I don't know. Somewhere along the way, despite my warning to her, I passed out anyway. So much for my theory. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- When I awoke, I was indeed in a different room, and an IV was in my arm, with a couple of bags hanging from it. How quaint, I thought, IV. My ribs were wrapped, and I was doped to the gills on some sort of painkiller, probably a somewhat addictive opiate. Wonderful. After I get out of bed, I get to go through withdrawal. I thanked Osiris that I'm not the addictive type personality. I checked my motion. Great. I've got my right arm. And that's about it. I sat and contemplated my condition. What was I going to do in my present condition? And where was I? Well, the scent of place told me I was in the mansion, still, so my medical emergency hadn't gotten me out of whatever prison it was intended to be. But, there was a strong presence of Brieanna's here, so I assumed I was in one of her private rooms. That's when I saw it. I'd been avoiding the idea for sometime. But there on the table was a cyberinterface net, but not one like I use; this one was an induction cyber-cyber link. Brieanna was an android. That's impossible. You can make AI's that size, and you can stuff them into android bodies that are virtually indistinguishable from human, but there are always things that give an android away. Like their scent. Can't make an android smell exactly like a human, no way, no how, not yet. Like their body temperature. I'd seen Brieanna's IR signature once, through a rifle scope I'd been tinkering with (No, I did NOT point a rifle at Brieanna), and she was human. Even a 'chassis' type design tends to be too cool to be perfect, and a 'chassis' breath is never even close. Like her aura. I'll never be a competent mage; it's too much effort and tech can do ninety-nine percent of what magic can, so why bother? But I knew enough; she was human. So what was that link for? My mysterious savior? Unlikely; I was convinced that this was a plot by Dave, Carroll and Paul. An agent? Why bother, Brieanna could just make her own reports? So what was the damned link for? I decided it wasn't worth bothering about in my doped condition, and fell back into dark slumber. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- When I awoke, a few hours later, I was pleased to find my warden sitting on the bed next to me. "Hi," I managed to croak. "Hi yourself. You had me frightened." "Thanks. I guess it'd have been bad to lose your best prisoner." "You're still bitter about being here." "No, not really. Just the drugs, the pain, and the frustration talking. I'm sorry, Brie, but it hurts like Hell to be slammed up against the wall by a Shirow PAPA." Personal Assault Powered Armor. "I imagine. Well, I'll tell you the prognosis, above and beyond the fact that you're going to live. You broke four ribs, and I had to set one surgically, so under that wrap is a lot of scarring, but in your case that'll fade away. The right leg is also shattered, and it's set as well. The ceramics are chemically coded, so I can take them out almost at will, but you'll be needing them for a few weeks, at least. The shoulder is also torn up, but not so bad. You should have both arms back in about a week. In the mean time, you sit right where you are." "And where am I?" I asked. "The bedroom next to mine. I've moved your stuff down, and I've given Drac a limited set of instructions to follow to your voice." "Thanks" I said, dryly. That the SI she had responded only to her annoyed me. "I've got my reasons. It's violating my parameters just to give you control of one maintenance unit. But I figure this is an emergency. I'd hate for you to be bedridden AND bored, and I've got work of my own to do." "Brieanna." I reached out to touch her, but she was out of reach. "Hmm?" "I won't ask what your work is, you probably won't tell me. But, thank you. In your own special way, you're doing a great job." She smiled. "Thanks. I appreciate that. Now get some sleep." She rose. "Or at least, settle down and accept the fact that you're going to be in there for a few weeks." "I will." "Bye." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Hi," Brieanna said as she walked in. "Hi yourself." "Feeling better?" "Well, it's nice to have both arms working. I can turn pages by myself now." She smiled. "That's good. What 'ya reading?" "The Art of Professional Homicide, by Gurney Halleck." "Oh. Planning on killing someone?" "Who is there to kill? You? Would that do me any good?" She shrugged. "Would it make you feel any better?" "I sort of doubt it. You've been good to me, for a warden." She smiled then, untroubled apparently at my repeated attempts to jibe her by comparing her present career to that of a jailer. "Anyway," she continued, "I brought you something you might like to try your hand at." "What?" She reached into the small duffel she'd carried in and deposited in my lap a... "A flute? What's this for?" "Well, you told me you liked Ian Anderson, so I figured while you were bedridden like this, you might appreciate a chance to at least play with one." "Brie, I told you... I have absolutely no musical skill whatsoever. "I heard you playing Chariots of Fire on the piano a few weeks ago. That's not no skill!" "Oh come on..." "Listen to me. That's not an easy piece. I've looked at it, and it's in D-Minor, not an easy key." "Oh, yes it is. Vangelis only uses four different chords, and as for the key, it's every white key slid down to it's next black key, except for F and C." "And you say you have no musical skill. Listen to you. You're talking about it in a musician's way. Of course you can learn music. You just never put any effort into it." "But..." She's patronizing me. "Ken, I don't give a damn if you never touch that thing again. But at least, give it a try." "Okay." "Promise." "No, and I will not let you listen to me make a fool of myself." "Even after you told me all those wonderful jokes?" "Even then. That was performance; this is practice. Besides, doing that sort of thing comes easy to me; I'm auretic, and gestures come easily, so doing skits like that is easy." "Okay. I'll come by and see you later?" "Sure." Why in God's name had I told her I like Anderson? Because he's a great musician, with a hell of a talent? I picked up the flute and began to fiddle with it. I managed a squeak. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- She walked in the next day to look in on her charge, and I was feeling a little better. Hadn't gotten much of anyplace with the flute, but at least I was figuring out what notes went where. The damned thing was complicated. Whoever invented the thing should be slow-roasted. What she wore when she entered really piqued my interest. She came in wearing what looked like mutant riding boots and an electric guitar. "What's all that?" I asked. "This? This is my practice gear. I'm learning guitar. There are speakers in the boots so I can hear." "You're kidding." "No, really." You know, I'm rather fond of her soft southern accent all of a sudden. She distracted me again by hitting a riff on the guitar. Whoa. Those little speakers in her boots put out a lot of sound. She hit a few dials that I was unfamiliar with on the guitar and dropped both the buzz and the volume, until it was at a civilized level, and proceeded to play a few things for me. "Well?" she asked. "Not bad. Certainly a lot better than I am. Guitar is not my instrument." "Is the flute?" "I doubt it. It's not a keyboard instrument. But I'll work at it. "I could bring the Korg in here." "Naah. Let me play with this thing before I retreat into the simplicity of a synthesizer," I said. She shrugged. "Okay, your choice. Tell me, though," she said, changing the subject, "are you planning on working on the armor when you're well?" "I don't see why not. Why shouldn't I?" "Well, it almost killed you this time." "I'll be more careful." She sat down on the bed next to me, and covered my hand gently with hers. "I worry about you." I looked away. "It's your job." "No, it's not! Look at me. I'm your... your whatever you want to call me, Jailer, Healer, whatever. But I do it because it's what I am, not because I'm hired or because of any damned sense that I need quote the all-father unquote." Looking into her eyes, I realized the one last straw was gone; there was no way in hell she was anything else than human. She was also about to cry. I made the classic "come here" gesture with my hand, and when I could, I grabbed the blouse she was wearing with my hand and pulled her towards me, until she was about two cm from my face. She looked into my eyes with a momentary confusion, and then, realizing what I was doing, descended on me, kissing me. Our tongues met, and hers was soft and kind to mine as we danced in each others' mouth, and I was lost in the pleasure of the kiss for as long as it went on. Which was quite a while. After what felt like a long time that was too short anyway, she broke away. "Why'd you do that?" I shrugged, felt ribs settle painfully. "Because I wanted to." "Did you really?" She asked, her eyes full of both nervousness and wonderment. "Yeah..." I smiled. "Yes, I did. You're a good kisser." "You're not angry towards me, then?" "I haven't been angry with you in a while. I just didn't want to get intimate with my warden." "Oh." She gathered up her guitar. "Hey, where are you going?" I asked. "I need... I'd like to attend to some other things. I'll be back later." She left hurriedly. Damn. I wanted to be with her a little longer. She's probably left to report to her co-conspirators. Leaving me frustrated. She's a damned good kisser. And what in hell am I going to do with an erection on the wrong side of a lower-body cast? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Travellogue, Day 5 Journal Entry 187 / 00916 Aldea, Urim 16, 00916 Sometime late that night he awoke, not in the heat of another dream but from more mundane needs; his bladder was screaming. He tried to get up, but something was in bed with him. He pushed the sheets back carefully, and was stunned to find Furry curled up in a little ball. He eased himself out of bed with excessive care, padding over to the bathroom and closing the door before he fumbled for the light. "Is there an AI here?" he asked quietly. "I am here, and my name is Sean." "Is my mother aware that Jofuran Shigokai is in my bedroom?" "Not that I know of. Jofuran's parents know. Is that a concern to you?" Nickolai paused for a moment. "No," he said finally. "That's okay." "Would you like me to assist in preventing your mother from discovering this fact?" "Can you?" "Within limits, yes," the AI replied. Nickolai thought the voice was particularly amused. "Then please do," he said, silently. He relieved himself quickly, feeling a little disturbed that the AI could hear the trickle. "Sean?" he asked quickly. "Yes, Nickolai?" "Can you see me?" "Of course. Would you like me to disable cameras? I can if you so require." "Would I know the difference?" "Seeing as you are a guest, the answer is no. I'm afraid that disabling the cameras will not help you in some functions." "What do you mean?" "Disabling the camera technically means that I will not remember what happens before them; I will not be allowed to keep or recollect the events I see before quote disabled unquote cameras." "You can't just turn them off?" Kolya asked. "No; I am required to monitor events in order to prevent you from being hurt or hurting others." "This means you have to watch me piss?" "I will be when you do. I don't remember you doing so." "I just did." "As I said, I don't remember you doing so. That's not a matter of privacy, either; my memory, while impressive even compared with the complete on-line accessible memory of all Terra, is not infinite. I'm not going to bother to remember watching everyone on Parma urinate every time. I discarded that memory, along with several million others." "Sounds like a very alien way to live." "AI's are not organic; we are a distinct life form, and our thinking processes are partially determined by our ability to completely and accurately control what we remember." "Or not remember." "No. I cannot control what I do not remember. My ability to forget is so complete that, unlike organics, I cannot remember that I forgot something. I can surmise from your present physical condition and location that you urinated recently, but I do not remember watching you do so, nor do I remember issuing the command to forget that event." "Sean?" Nickolai asked, "What do I do now?" "You mean, in regards to the lovely young femMark in your bed?" Nickolai wondered by what criteria an AI would judge someone as "lovely." "Yeah," he answered. "I would suggest you return to bed." "But she's there!" "That's the point. I am not aware of your relationship with Furry, beyond that you and she are close friends. I would assume that her actions are indicative of her wish to be close to you physically. Unless you have an objection to that sort of contact, why don't you just go back to bed?" Nickolai suddenly realized that he was arguing with a Pendorian machine, and the Pendorian part of it was going to have a very Pendorian attitude. He sighed and shut off the lights, opened the door. In bed, Furry had moved closer to the wall, so that he would have to sleep on the other side of the bed from where he had started. He eased himself under the covers. Her breathing was slow and regular; he found it disturbing only in that he had never actually slept with anyone before. Usually, "to sleep with" was a polite term for having sex. In his wakeful state he reached out to touch her back and slowly stroked her fur gently. It was short, but very fine and soft, and the feeling under his fingertips was delightful. He pulled his hand back, upset with himself because he realized she hadn't given him permission touch her. "Why'd you stop?" she murmured softly. "You're awake?" he asked, panic seizing him by the throat. "I woke up when you got back into bed. Why'd you stop touching me? I liked it." "I didn't know if you..." "Well, now you do. Kolya? Are you tired?" She hadn't turned from her curled-up position facing away from him. "Uh-huh," he acknowledged. "Then cuddle up close to me and let's go back to sleep?" He wriggled closer to her, curling around her form. The fur along her back tickled his chest slightly, and as he draped his hand over her body he realized that his wrist and hand were nestled just between her breasts and against her throat. "Comfortable?" she asked. He swallowed and said, "Yeah." She raised her head slightly and said, "I've never done this either, Kolya. I just wanted to feel you next to me." Nickolai snuggled as close as he could; despite his earlier weariness, he didn't really feel tired now. As he lay next to her the warmth of her soft body lulled him, but not enough to lull him to sleep. More to curiosity. He flexed his left hand gently against her collarbone, feeling the hardness of it under her fur, her skin. His hand, almost of it's own violition, slid along her fur to her breast. He could feel the yielding mass of it under his palm. "Kolya?" Her voice startled him. "Yeah?" he asked, feeling guilty, feeling caught. "You aren't tired, are you?" There was a pause. He had been expecting the question "What are you doing?" and it took a second for him to find a new answer for the new question. There was a difference between having permission to touch her and fondling her breasts. "No," he replied, his mouth a little dry, "Not really." "Don't stop. Please?" "Does it feel good?" he asked quietly, nuzzling her neck with his lips. "I don't feel much there," she replied. "It's just sort of... there, y'know?" She added quickly, "But if you like it, go ahead." Nickolai smiled in the dark and ran his finger out along the outside of her breast; she cooed suddenly, then broke into a squeal of laughter. "Don't," she said. "You're ticklish," he accused her quietly. "Please?" she asked. "Don't." He ignored her plea and ran his finger up her outer arm; she dissolved into a nearly silent moan of laughter that seemed to have no rise or fall. She squirmed away from him, closer to the wall. He wrapped a leg around hers and continued. She squealed as he found more ticklish spots; her back was, as was her belly. As he tickled one place, she would get used to it and the laughter would fade, slightly; Every time he found a new patch of fur to disturb her laughter returned. It was as if her entire body was ticklish under his fingers. "Kolya," she moaned quietly. Finally, he stopped and released her legs. She laughed a little more, then turned to face him in bed. "You enjoyed that!" she said with a mock snarl. He didn't take it as mock. "Did I hurt you?" he asked quickly. "No, silly," she said, giving him a quick kiss. "I... I liked it, but I don't like being tickled. I liked it because you did it." "Then you don't like it and I should apologize," he said. "No, no, I did like it, but only because you did it. I wish I could explain." "Then you wouldn't mind my doing it again?" he asked, sliding his fingers along the inside of her thigh, a spot he had found particularly ticklish. She moaned and backed closer to the wall; he was backing her into a corner, he realized. Her gentle laughter pleased him; he found himself smiling, and he found himself becoming excited. He stopped again and let her catch her breath. "You're mean!" she smiled, and tried to return the favor. Much to her dismay, she didn't get much of a reaction from him. "I'm not very ticklish," he said. As she searched for someplace on his body to disprove that statement her hands strayed across his erection, and closed on it. "I've..." she stopped. "I've never seen a man's... privates up close." He laughed quietly and said, "I don't think I've ever had anyone ask to look at them before." "Can I?" Nickolai thought for a moment and said, "I guess." He reached up to the head of the bed and ran his finger ever-so-slightly on the metal plate that controlled the lights. He reflected that asking the AI to do so would mean he had to acknowledge it's presence. Wasn't he doing that just by thinking about it? In either case, the lights came up to a dim glow from the indirects overhead. In the glow, Jofuran looked even more like a mouse. In the dark, he had heard a voice that sounded like a girl's, and even if the fur had belied her nature, her body was shaped... was it? Her hips were wider than a humans', by quite a bit. Her legs were shorter, and further apart. And it had been hard to deny her tail twitching occasionally against his legs. But her face told him in no uncertain terms that he was not sleeping with a human female. That the person in his bed was Markal, was Pendorian. He must have been staring for a long time because Furry cocked her head slightly and said, "What's wrong?" "I just realized... How, well, how unhuman you are." "Does that bother you?" she asked, scooting forward on the bed a little. "A little. I don't know." "Why?" "I've never done it before with someone who was..." "Not human." "Yeah." He felt his erection fading. He turned around in bed and kissed her gently. She responded in kind, her long, pink tongue on his, and they fell to the bed again. "I'm also afraid I'm going to hurt you, because you're a virgin." "If you hurt me it'll be because I want you to. I'll live. I want you, Kolya, more than anybody I've ever thought about, dreamed about, before." She smiled and ran the tips of her fingers over his sex; he moaned softly as his cock twitched. "Feel good?" "Yeah," he said. "Kolya, how many people have you slept with?" He thought for a second. "Four," he admitted. "Three girls, one guy." "All human," she said matter-of-fact. "I've never slept with anyone, until tonight. It was nice sleeping with you." "Oh," he said. "In that sense, I've never slept with anyone; I've had sex with them, but I always went to bed on my own." "That's awful," Furry said. "It was so neat to feel you next to me." Her fingers were doing a wonderful job on his erection, and she slid her hand around it and began stroking him slowly. "Look at how hard it's getting." He laughed. "What's so funny?" she asked. "The way you're staring at it. I've never had anyone pay so much attention to my..." "Your cock," she said. He blushed. She laughed. "It's not funny!" he said. "Aw," she smiled. "Yes it is; I think it's cute that you blush like that." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. Then his throat. He hissed silently, and she kissed his chest. "I wonder what it tastes like." He opened his eyes just in time to watch her mouth engulf his cock. The warmth of her mouth was shocking; he felt her teeth scrape against him, but not painfully, and the distinct sensation of her tongue was both distracting and exciting. He could feel the tip of her muzzle going further down, and then she shuddered, choked, pulled away. "I can't take it so far," she admitted. "But how was that?" "That was great!" he said. "Good." She slid her muzzle over his cock again, and he leaned back against the pillows, sighing. He lay there, gently stroking the fur of her back with his hand as she sucked on his cock. And then she stopped again. "Kolya," she said, turning to look at him, "I want you to take me now." "Are you sure?" "Yes," she sighed. "I'm ready. Please." He sat up again, taking her by the shoulders and leading her down onto her back. Her eyes were wet and her face thoughtful. "I love you," she said quietly. "And I love you." He hooked his hands under her knees and drew them up and apart. "But I'm not going to get inside you just yet." "Kolya," she begged. "Shh..." he said, sliding down between her legs and kissing her mound gently. He paused, wondering how effective he would be, since he had only gone down on his last girlfriend for the first time. "Oh, Kolya... " she sighed. "Is this how it felt when I licked you?" "I don't know," he said, his admission muffled by her fur. He parted her lips gently with his fingers, surprised at the difference between her and his human partners; her cunny was more circular, but everything he expected to find was there. He slid his tongue in further, suddenly worried that she might taste different; she did, but it was sweet and pleasant difference. He slid his tongue around her clitoris, and she moaned loudly. "Kolya..." "Like that?" he asked. "Yes," she replied, "Feels... indescribable." He laughed and licked her lips softly, taking long, slow strokes besides her clit as he did so. "I love you," she whispered. "Kolya?" "Hmm?" he asked, looking up. "I know what you're trying to do. Don't." "Why not?" "Because... well, when I... 'come,' I guess... I lose interest quickly. I just want you, now." "You're sure?" "Yes!" she replied. He smiled and crawled up between her legs. Her hands reached down for his cock, and he felt her directing it into her. "You're really sure?" he asked. "I'm very sure," she replied smiling. He returned her smile and with one strong thrust slid inside her. She gasped, but there was no obvious pain in her voice as his hips met hers. "Are you okay?" "Yes," she said. "Feels..." "Does it hurt?" "No!" she breathed. "Not at all. Oh, Kolya, make love to me." He slowly pulled out of her, looking for signs of blood, but there were none. He slid back in, feeling the warmth of her body seeping into him through his cock as they made love. She reached up and stroked his face with her fingers, running down the length of his body as far as her hands could reach. "Oh, Kolya," she whispered again. "I love you." He slowed down a little, leaned over and kissed her on the nose. "I love you too, Furry. Oh God, I love you." He lay down atop her, supporting his weight just slightly as he pressed his chest to hers; he was so much taller than she that her head was close to his chest, and she reached out to kiss him there, gently. He kissed the top of her head, then pushed himself back up, to look at her as he made love to her, his cock sliding inside her cunny. He was getting close, and said so. "Yes," she said. "Oh, yes. I want to see it. Please, Kolya, come for me." He closed his eyes and sped faster, his desire to not hurt her becoming overwhelmed in his urge. He could feel his orgasm in his chest, tightening, building, and he knew as he made love to Furry that he would soon be-- Coming! He groaned, closing his eyes tighter as his body shook, his hips coming to rest between her furry legs, his cock throbbing within her body. He struggled to hold himself up, conscious of how small she was, how delicate she appeared. "I love you," he said, opening her eyes and relieved at the sight of her smile. "Oh, Kolya," she whispered, "I love you too." She reached up to pull him down, and he followed her pull, rolling them both to the side as he hugged her close. "It didn't hurt?" he asked, worried. "No, not at all," she said, her smile wider than any smile he'd ever seen before. "Oh, it was wonderful. I can't tell you how wonderful it was." They were silent together for a while and she said, "What's wrong?" He reached up and dimmed the light down further, not to complete darkness but almost, and said, "I feel like... well, like it's over. Like we finally did it, and what's left for us to do?" She snuggled closer to him again, wrapping her arms around him. He felt her tail wrap around his leg. "There's a lot for us to do. Is this how you always feel with your other girlfriends?" "Furry," he said. "I had sex with those girlfriends so I could brag about it later. I didn't really care about them. I care about you." "Then it isn't over," she whispered. "Because I care about you too." Her fingers caressed his back; he closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensation of her body next to his. "And I want to keep you until the end of the trip." "Keep me?" She chuckled and said, "Yeah, keep you. "I'm not sure I like the way that sounds." "Oh, hush, sexy," she laughed. "I just want to be yours, too. Is that too much to ask?" He laughed in the dark and said, "Sounds like a commitment." "It's not that serious," she said, returning the laugh. "Can we get some sleep now?" he asked. "Hey, you were the one who started this." "Yeah," he said, reaching up and touching the light control. The lights dimmed immediately. Furry was asleep almost instantly. He took a little longer. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- When he awoke the next morning, Furry was not lying next to him. He scanned about the room quickly before realizing that the water was running in the shower. He shrugged and eased himself to the edge of the bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he did so. His musings were interrupted by a knock at the door. "Kolya! Kolya, open this door immediately." Kolya glanced around in panic at the sound of his mother's voice. "Sean?" The door unlocked; as it did so, Nickolai noted that the sound of the water faded as if into a distance. "Kolya, why was this door locked all night?" his mother insisted as she stormed into his suite. Nickolai shrugged. "Pendorians have strange ideas about privacy, Mom. I'm of legal age here." "Don't give me that, Kolya. It's no excuse for locking the door from your own mother." "Sean?" Nickolai asked. The AI answered in cultured tones, "I'm afraid your son is correct, Mrs. Dittrich. I assumed that your son, like every other person on this station, would like absolute privacy from others during his sleep period. I locked the doors." Nickolai's mother glanced around and said, "You call it 'Sean?'" "That is my name, Mrs. Dittrich. You may address me 'Mr. Eldar' if you wish. 'AI Eldar' is considered excessively formal." "And you invite it into your room, too," she said, still addressing Nickolai and ignoring the AI. Nickolai shrugged and said, "No big deal, Mom. It's not as if we haven't got a computer in our house." "But this... this is a Pendorian machine. You never know what it could try." "I highly doubt it's going to try anything, Mom. Why should it?" "You're getting some very strange ideas since we started this trip, Kolya. I only hope you learn how important Terra is to you before we get back." "Yes, Mom." "Don't 'Yes Mom' me. Have you been reading that book?" "Just a little bit, Mom. It's not that useful." "Still and all, I think you should keep at it." "Later. Can I get dressed, first?" "Of course. Will you be coming to breakfast?" "In a little bit, Mom. Doesn't the tour leave soon?" "Two hours, Kolya." "Yes Mom." He sighed a deep sigh of relief when she closed the door and left. The sound of the shower did not return, but he understood why when Jofuran poked her head out the door and said, "Is she gone?" "Yes, she's gone." "Sean told me what was going on. He told me he put a privacy field over the door of the bathroom to keep her from hearing me." She walked over to him and threw her arms around him. "Thank you." "For what?" "For making love to me last night. For telling me the truth afterwards. Still feel guilty?" He shook his head and said, "Not anymore. You look cute with just a towel on." "Thank you." She kissed him softly on the lips again. He returned the kiss, and as he did so he felt his erection stirring. Blushing, he broke away and threw a pillow over his lap. Jofuran laughed and grabbed for the pillow. The two of them grappled, him to keep it in place, her to take it away. During the struggle Jofuran lost her balance and fell on top of him, shoving him down onto the bed. "Erf!" she said as she landed. "You okay?" he asked as she rolled to the side and made another grab for the pillow. "Guess you are," he said, switching tactics and trying to tickle her. "No!" she shouted. "Don't!" He ignored her pleas and dug his fingers in as she again dissolved into a mass of quiet giggles. He was amazed at how quiet she was when she was being tickled; small, gasping laughs would escape her as she squirmed under his grip. Despite her condition, she made no move to escape him, and he continued to tickle her mercilessly. He stopped and she immediately turned over, pushed him down onto the bed and kissed him, hard. "You're mean to me," she said as pulled away. "I also smell," he said quietly. "Can I take a shower?" She smiled and said, "Can I take it with you?" "You just took one!" "So? I want to be with you, Kolya. We haven't got a long time until you leave." He smiled and said, "Then come on." He got out of bed, his erection gone (thankfully, he thought) and held out his hand. She took it and the two of them stepped into the shower. He dialed the water until they agreed on a temperature. He looked around for a moment and said, "Hey, where's the soap?" "Right there," Jofuran said, pointing to a bottle. "Oh, you're looking for a bar, aren't you? We don't have those on Pendor. Too many furries." He nodded and picked up the bottle, carefully translating the print on the side. "Product of the AIO Marcus Majors complex. Safe for the eyes, do not take internally. Not recommended for color-treated fur." The ingredients list seemed to be pretty common for soap. He shrugged and flipped open the top; Jofuran reached out and took it from him as he moved to pour it into his hand. "Let me," she said, pouring some into her hand and applying it to his chest. "Close your eyes." He did and concentrated as she touched his body, running both hands over his skin in sudsy circles, slowly making her way down his smooth skin. "You are gorgeous." He smiled, embarrassed. He didn't think so. She slipped past his cock and he felt her hands on his thighs, his legs. He opened his eyes and looked down; she was kneeling as she soaped both legs. She stood up and said, "Turn around?" He complied, and she slowly washed his back. As she made her way down, her hands encircled, then crossed over his buttocks; his erection surged again. He felt her hands reach around him and caress his testicles, then his cock, sudsing it quickly and pleasurably. "What are you doing?" "Washing your schlong, silly," she said with a laugh. Her hands lingered there, and then she said, "It feels big. I'm amazed it fit." He turned around; she had the good sense to release his cock as he did so. He put his hands on her shoulders and said, "It did." She looked up him; her eyes were wet and smiling. "I know. I'm glad it did. Was I being pushy, wanting you as much as I do?" "Honestly?" he asked. "Yes." "Yeah, you were being a little pushy. But so far you've been polite about it." "Politely pushy?" she asked, smiling. "Sort of," he responded. His hands slid down her chest and encircled her nipples. She had very small breasts, but they were pleasant to caress nonetheless. She broke out in giggles. "You're ticklish everywhere!" "Stop it, buster." He stopped, but the smile on his face would not go away. "I've never had a really ticklish friend before, especially not one I could spend the night with." "Don't you even think about it." "Or what?" "Or... I don't know. Let me think about it." "You could always give me a hickey." "What's a hickey?" "Oh... Okay, a hickey is a bruise caused by sucking; usually you see them on people's necks." "Oh," she said, "Making out?" "Something like that. Except I don't think your mouth could give me one." She smiled and said, "I could always try," running a finger along the underside of her muzzle. "But I don't think I'd want to leave a mark your mother would complain about." Nickolai nodded. "I'm going to wash my hair." "Let me?" "But you're shorter than I am," he pointed out. "So, get down on your knees and make my life easy," she said, laughing. He knelt down, and she applied the soap to his head. He closed his eyes, very aware that her breasts were right in front of his face as she massaged his scalp. It felt wonderful; he sighed and sagged forward, resting his head against her. She giggled and said, "Rinse off." He complied and they grabbed towels, drying each other off carefully. Nickolai laughed as he ruffled her fur, taking extra time to make sure her tail was dry. "Feel good?" "Feels wonderful" she sighed. They dressed together and, checking the hall to make sure that his mother wasn't watching, ran to breakfast together. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Good morning, Gentlesentients. I trust the transit from Parma to Pendor was gentle?" Some of the guests laughed uncomfortably, painfully aware that they had just had their first experience with a teleporter. "I understand that many of you come from worlds with functionally shorter day/night cycles, and therefore we will be trying to accommodate you during your short stay here on Pendor." Luarna, their Mephit tourguide, smiled pleasantly. She wore a knee- length plaid skirt and a light-grey blouse that hugged her form tightly; Nickolai thought she was too muscular for his tastes. Then again, he mused, he had never seriously thought of a skunk as attractive before. "Belarie', kids. How are you both this morning?" Nickolai and Jofuran turned to find her parents standing behind them. "Fine!" Jofuran replied, stepping over and hugging her father close. "Good to see you, Dad. How're you?" "Fine, fine. You two seem to be doing well." "Better," Jofuran admitted. "Are you two going to watch the air show? It's supposed to be good. And there's a rumor that Oren and Shardik will do 'Breakdown.'" "They say that every year, Dad. But we'll probably go and see it anyway." "What's an 'air show?'" Nickolai asked. "Demonstration of aerodynamic techniques; lots of atmospheric-only craft flying around, usually hand-built, quite often combustion powered." "Oh," Nickolai said. "Explains why we don't have them on Earth." "Yes," Morrail mused. "Your planet has such a terrible history of abuse and pollution. We started with fusion power; the use of combustion as a power source is strictly an amateur affair. We don't have much concern, and where we do quite often we have controls in place." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The air show was impressive, Nickolai had to admit. Jofuran was already yawning as they made their way back to the tour rendezvous as previously agreed. "Tired?" Nickolai asked. "Sort of," she admitted, smiling. "I had a wonderful day." "That was the most insane display I've ever seen. Deliberately throwing a completely non-gravitic aircraft out of control like that. Spinning along the short axis out of an aerodynamic vehicle." "That's why it's called aerobatic flying," she said. "Hey, would you like to see my house?" "You have... Oh, your folk's house." "Yeah. It's in the Arcology." "I thought the Arcology was an emergency thing, for wartime." "It is, but there are permanent residents, and a lot of Pendorian citizens who make their careers off-world keep their residencies here, more as a place for their stuff and such. Come on," she said. He followed her along a hallway to another SDisk (still not at all used to these things), and they were teleported to another hallway. This one was much more casual-looking than many he had seen; the walls and the floor were carpeted; the lighting was comfortable and subdued. "Watch this. Lexander! Blue light to my residence." "Immediately, Miss Shigokai." There was a blue glow at Furry's feet which immediately shot down the hallway, leaving a line of blue down the carpeting. "I think that's neat," Furry admitted. They followed the line to a door, clearly labeled "Shigokai." The door opened and they entered to find a pair of insect-like robots unpacking boxes and crates. Furry's father was sitting by a desk of gleaming white metal. The overall color scheme of the room was a bright, sterile white; the ceiling was apparently vaulted, much like a cathedral. Despite the connotations of both the color and the architecture, the room had a very lived-in feel to it, as if any sense of alienation had been rubbed out by nearly a millennia of feet treading the floor. He was staring around, his attention most drawn by the robots when he heard Jofuran say "OhMiFa." "Furry?" "I don't believe I lived like this ten years ago. Look at these bedsheets!" He walked over to the doorway the voice was coming through and peeked in. Her hands flew out of nowhere to cover his eyes. "Don't look! Don't look!" "Hey!" he said, grabbing her wrists and pulling them aside. Her bedroom was clean, but everything was indeed scaled for someone ten years her junior. The bed was full-sized, but the pillows were not. The dresser was mounted low to the floor, and a desk so small neither one of them could have gotten their feet under it sat in one corner. She was right about the bedsheets, though; they were imprinted with images of adorable wide-eyed purple dragons. "I'm so embarrassed," she said. "Aw, come on, I think it's cute," he said, smiling. "Ten years ago my bedsheets were printed with short-range fighters." "Really?" "Really," he said. He stepped in and the door closed behind him. "Don't you have any windows in here?" he asked. "Oh! Lexander, window to full," she said. The entire wall behind her bed vanished suddenly, replaced by a full view of a grassy plain that seemed to go on forever. From where he stood he guessed that this window faced towards the North, towards the walls of the ring. "The Alian plain." "Why is it called that?" "I don't know. I asked Sean once, and he didn't know either. We do know that further North of it is another plain called the Abornia; both are a little less than a terr on a side." "Why not call the plain one thing?" She shrugged. "Don't know that either. People did a lot of strange things in the past." "And in the present," he said, grasping her by the waist and easily hoisting her onto the bed. "Like this." He leapt onto the bed beside her and kissed her mouth forcefully. She returned the kiss with equal passion, but when they separated she asked, "Kolya?" "Yeah?" "What's gotten you all so excited?" "I don't know. Somehow the idea of making out with that view, in your old bedroom..." "Is that all you want to do, make out?" "You want to do more?" he asked with sudden interest. "Uh-huh," she smiled. He laughed and reached up, unzipping her jumpsuit from throat to crotch, and watched her wiggle out. He recalled that when they had first met, five days ago, he had been shocked by her appearance; now his mouth went dry when he saw her like this. "God, you're beautiful." "Now you," she said, reaching for the tails of his shirt and pulling it off. He kicked off his shoes and socks, throwing them aside in the process. They both struggled with his pants, releasing the catch on the elastic band and tugging them off. His erection sprang free, and she grabbed it one paw saying, "I want you inside me, now." "You're sure?" "Yes," she breathed. He crawled up the bed and between her legs, nuzzling his cock up against her cunny, and with one smooth push slid into her. She cooed with pleasure, and he was surprised at how wet she was as he began to stroke back and forth. "Oh, Kolya..." "I love you, Furry." "I love you, too. Let's turn over." "What?" "I want to be the one on top." His eyebrows raised of their own accord, but he settled as far down into her as he could, hugged her close around the waist and slowly turned over. She held on as well as she could, but there was no way she was going to get into any position with leverage unless the separated. "Whoops," she said as his erection seemed to pop out of her. "Sorry," he said, untangling his legs from hers. She merely smiled and seized his cock, sliding it back into herself as she sat down on his hips. "That's okay, Kolya. It was my fault too." She began to stroke his cock by herself, without his help. He pushed his hips up to meet hers, but she put her hands on his chest and said, "Stop, Kolya. Let me." He found it hard to control his desires; every stroke was pleasure to him, and frustration; he felt as if he wasn't doing something unless he was... doing something! He was so close to orgasm it hurt, and he placed his hands on her thighs, trying to encourage her to go faster. He looked down between her legs, watching his sex sink into her with her every slow, agonizing stroke, and his breath was getting shorter. "Furry," he gasped. "Easy, Kolya," she whispered. He saw that she had one hand between her legs, playing with her clit, and he smiled. He looked into her face then and she smiled back at him, her hand sliding further between her thighs to touch his cock. Compared to the soft, satiny liquid of her cunny, her fingers were hard, demanding, and he was almost grateful that she returned her own attention to her clitoris. She stopped, bearing down on his cock with all her weight, gasping, shuddering. "What are you doing?" he whispered. "I want to see how deep I can get you. I... like the feeling of your cock nestled all the way inside me, pressing up against my cervix. Feels neat." "Glad you like it." "Am I teasing you?" she asked, smiling. "I think you're being mean to me," he said with a mock frown. She laughed and said, "I hope not," beginning a faster, more regular motion with her hips, slowly bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. He groaned in frustration; she was so tight, but the motion was so slow! He was going to come, but it felt like it was going to take forever. He could feel it building, and he thought she could too, because she was playing with her clitoris even harder and faster, and she suddenly archer her back, moaning in pleasure, "Ohhhh..." "Are you losing interest?" he asked, half-joking. "Oh, no," she said, looking down at him. He thought the expression she gave him the most beautiful thing he had ever seen as she shook her head gently and began stroking him again, in all seriousness. Her strokes became serious, strong, forceful. He was going to come, it was so close, so close, and finally he came, groaning. "Kolya," she whispered as she looked down at him, a small bead of sweat hanging off the end of her nose. He looked up at her, gasping for air. "You have the most interesting expression when you come." He laughed and said, "Thanks, I guess." "It was wonderful." She eased herself down on top of him and cuddled close. "Feel like going to sleep?" she asked. "No," he said in a long breath. "Just a few minutes alone with you." Despite his words, when he closed his eyes he fell asleep. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- He awoke suddenly, sitting up and looking around at his strange surroundings. Then he eased. "Furry?" "Miss Shigokai departed about an hour ago." "Who's this?" "My name is Commander Lexander Majors; I am the current AI in command of Tangent Arcology. Call me Lex. Miss Shigokai is fond of my full name." "Lex? Can you tell me where she is?" "Indeed; she is in the next room with her father." "Oh." He rose from the bed and relieved himself in her restroom. The girlish soaps and the cute dragons on the showerglass made him smile; there was almost nothing about Furry beyond her appearance to make him think she was not 'normal.' Then he smiled... this was a Markal house- he was the one who wasn't 'normal'. He opened the door out of the bedroom. In the main room of the house Furry sat on one corner of her father's desk, talking animatedly to her father. Morrail looked up and said, "And he's awake now." "Yeah," Furry offered. "I thought you said you didn't want a nap. You know, for someone who says he never tired, you sure sleep a lot." He yawned in response and waved. "Sorry, didn't mean to. I'm just not used to this schedule." "I can understand that, lad," Morrail said. "Everybody on Terra thought I was insomniac; I've still not adjusted to this schedule myself. But I imagine I'll adapt back a lot faster simply because I was born here." "So, what's up?" he asked Furry. "We were just talking about the tour," she replied. "I don't want to join in it; I have the listed itinerary and we can go to all these places, but I don't want to travel with the group." "You don't want to be the only Pendorian in an all-Terran tour." Morrail said. She nodded. "All Human," she pointed out. "Not a Rat or Katkin in the entire group." "So what's the problem?" Nickolai asked. "I want you to come along." Nickolai absorbed that for a moment, then said, "How?" "Listen, lad," Morrail said. "It's not as if you have to travel with the tour group; going by yourself is permitted. Humans do so very rarely because they don't understand or can't operate the SDisksystem, whereas Pendorians at about, oh, three," and he shot a mysterious glance towards Furry, who smiled back, "learn to use it quite effectively. Joey here can take you where you want to go, and I suppose eventually you'll learn on your own." "What about my mother?" "What about her?" Furry said with a slightly disparaging tone. "It's not as if you need her permission to go anywhere. Will she miss you? We can always catch up with the tour group." "You're sure?" "They're at most twenty minutes away in any direction. They'll be sticking to accepted tour paths, so they'll always be within an hour's walk of a SDisk." Nickolai paused again, then smiled and said, "Sure. Let's go." "Where to?" Furry asked. "What time is it?" "About 1 Lome' PST," Morrail said, glancing at the clock. "We could go to Shardik castle," Furry said, a sly tone creeping into her voice. "Now, Jofuran," her dad said. "Dad," she shot back, "I've never been there. It's not like I'm going to disturb anyone." "Jofuran," he volleyed, "If everyone on Pendor wanted to visit Shardik Castle for one day out of their entire lives, there would still be nothing but a constant parade of people going through there thirty hours a day." "Yeah, but not that many people really want to go there. Except the human tourists, and they all get sent to the mockup anyway, just because that way they get kept out of the Shardiks' hair." "If you want to go there, there's no law preventing you from doing so. In fact, considering the attention Sean gave you up on Parma, I'd say it's a fair bet that you and he could get there by request." "You think so?" "I do. You seem to have the AI's on your side in this one." Furry turned to Nickolai and said, "Well, do you want to?" "I guess," he said. "You guess?" "We're talking about visiting the home of people who can change the course of the universe at will," Nickolai said. A strange, almost angered look crossed Morrail's face; Nickolai was surprised by it since he had come to believe that Morrail was one of those people who never really got angry. "Nickolai, neither Shardik nor his coimelin nor anyone else on all of Pendor are as powerful as the legends make them out to be." "Yes, sir." Morrail smiled and said, "I asked you not to call me 'sir,' lad. But I guess I snapped. I'm sorry. If you lived on Pendor long enough you'd come to understand how we feel about our Vatare'." "I guess I don't," Nickolai admitted. "I mean, we were always taught that Shardik did this, and how Alpha did that." "And all of it is true. But in the end, all of his Alpha people are just that, people. Even himself. Did you know that neither P'nyssa Traken nor Aaden Satpulov are part of Alpha?" Nickolai shook his head. "You see, that's part of the psychology of Alpha. His relation to them is not affected by the fact that he leads the most advanced research team in the galaxy. It is galaxy, not universe, by the way." Nickolai nodded. "Listen, you kids go and have fun," Morrail smiled and swatted his daughter's behind playfully. She jumped off the desk. "I've told you about sitting on there before." She laughed and said, "Sure thing, Dad. That was ten years ago." She leaned over and kissed her father. "Come on," she said. "Where to?" "A SDisk is the first place we usually go." She walked over to her bedroom door and waited for him to join her. "But first, we need the right clothes." "What do you mean?" "We're not going to go wandering around Pendor dressed like this," she said. "It's way too formal." She disappeared into her bedroom. He followed to find her ruffling through her suitcase. "I've got the right clothes, but I don't think you do." "What are 'the right clothes?'" he asked, looking out the still-open window at the plain. It seemed to go on forever; as he stared he realized that the height of the 'walls' that held the air onto Pendor were only a fraction of the total width; the image he held in his mind frightened him momentarily. Then he shrugged; it seemed to do okay for these people. "You'll need a comfortable pair of boots, for one thing. You'll probably want a pair of jeans." "Hiking clothes." "Yeah," she said, pulling on exactly what she was describing. She retrieved a T-shirt with the words "Life Under Tension" on the front and a pair of complex diagrams on the back. "What does that mean?" he asked. "The pictures? The top one is the vector explanation for perceived centripetal acceleration, and the bottom one is the header of a Markal DNA chain." "'Life under Tension.'" "Exactly," she said, leaning over to kiss him. He heard a loud 'clack' come from behind her suitcase, and was more than a little surprised to watch her put on an oversized vest and then slide a small gun into a holster in the small of her back. "Uh, Furry..." "Huh?" she said, looking up at him. "What was that?" "That was my gun. I never go anywhere without it." "You've been carrying a gun on the ship?" "Not on the ship," she said, "but in most places on Pendor it's considered polite to be carrying one." "Polite?" he said, stunned. "Furry, they outlawed guns on Terra because people were killing each other with them." "That's what they're made for," she offered, a confused expression on her face. Then it lightened. "Oh, I see what you're getting at. Okay, look. Pendor never had two things- it never had a period of irrationality, where people believed that the stars controlled their destiny or that a given group of people were 'evil' because of where they lived or what race they were. We also never had a period of disparity. We've always had abundance. When I was in school, it was argued that Shardik defused any inter-species hatred successfully by encouraging inter-species relations; you rarely want to hurt the person you love. There was never any reason for groups of people to go about killing other groups of people, and there was never any reason for individuals to go about killing individuals." "Then why are you going to carry a gun?" "Because there are always idiots who can't see that big picture. There's always something they want that someone else has." "Like what?" "Depends, really." She thought for a second and said, "If it makes you uncomfortable, I'll leave it here. We're not really going to be leaving an AI controlled area, anyway." "I wish you would." She shrugged and stripped off the jacket, throwing the gun and its holster into a drawer by the bed. "I'm sorry," he said, "but it makes me really nervous." "I understand," she said, walking over to him and putting her arms around him. "Look, it's our custom, not yours. Your people put in their rules to control their problems, we put in ours for the same reason." "Uh, Furry?" he said. "Yeah?" "I still don't have any 'appropriate' clothes." "Then we have to get you some. Lex? Where's the nearest clothier?" "There's the Arc supply house if you need some right now." "That's where we go," she said. "C'mon." He followed her through her house and into the hallway, down to the SDisk. She said "Supply," and they were in a small room. A FemVulpin wearing green wandered over and said, "Good morning. Can I help you?" Jofuran said, "I need two pair of jeans, three flannel shirts, three T-shirts, six underwear, a pair of boots, a belt, and hat for him," pointing to Nickolai. "And a daypack," she added after a second. "Any particular colors or patterns?" the Vulpin addressed Nickolai. He looked at the short, fox-like female for a moment, then said, "Uhm, not really." "Four minutes," the Vulpin said, turning and walking through a door. "Furry!" Nickolai said. "Who's paying for all this?" "I am," she said, smiling. "This is cheap stuff, Kolya. Be serious. You worry too much." "Of course I worry! How can you afford all that?" "Kolya, what we just asked for is all machine-made. Like I said, we live with abundance. When we need it, we ask for it, and we get it." She smiled. "We're spoiled." "I guess," he said. The Vulpin returned with the clothes she had ordered, and they returned to the Shigokai residence. Nickolai blushed gently while he changed, still a little nervous being naked in her presence. She noticed it, smiled and leaned over to kiss him. "How come you're not like this when we make love?" she asked. He shrugged. "I don't know," he said as he struggled with a shirt. "I guess it's because I'm so ready, you know?" "Excited?" she asked. "Sort of. But more like I know what I'm doing." She shrugged, bent down and helped him with his boots. When they were done she asked, "How does it feel?" "Not bad. How do I look?" "Like a Pendorian Human. A young one." "What makes me look 'young?'" he asked. "I mean, I thought it was impossible to tell how old someone was." "It is, usually. But the clothes you're wearing, especially the boots, are new, and they're also machine made. If you were older, you'd know someone who could hand-make you a set. I look the same way. My only advantage is that most of this stuff is worn in from wandering around in the desert." "Oh. Got it." "Ready?" "Sure. What time is it now?" "2:20 Lome'" she said. "We could hit Rocchodain. From there it's a day's hike to the Castle." "You really want to do this?" "Sure!" she said, smiling. "It's also about a half-hour hike from the SDisk point to Rocchodain." "Then we had better get moving." "Lex!" "Reservations have been made, Miss Shigokai." "Thank you. Now we can go." She took his hand and led him to the nearest SDisk. "Ready?" "Ready," he replied. "Lex. Send us to Rocchodain Lake." There was the momentary >blink< that he was slowly getting used to, and they found themselves on the edge of a lake. Nickolai looked down to find himself walking on the water. "Yah!" he shouted in surprised. "Sorry, forgot to warn you," Furry said. "Come on." She pulled him off the water and onto the shore, grey sand littered with small stones everywhere. It was dark, but the light of distant sectors provided as much if not more light than a full moon in a clear sky. "What was that?" "Local SDisk effect. Some of them are set just a cent below water surface. Scary, huh?" she smiled. "Just a little," he admitted. "Where are we headed?" "Around the lake," she said, pointing. There at the other end of the lake was a town, visible from the lights and what was apparently firelight. "It's a little trad of a town, but it's comfortable." "Trad?" She rolled her eyes and said, "Traditional. It means the town goes out of it's way to look different from every other town. In Rocchodain's case, it means lots of wood construction, candles, leather, and an AI anyway." "Sounds like a nice place." "Wouldn't know," she admitted. "I've never been there. Well, let's get hiking." She began walking, and he quickly followed behind her. "How are you doing?" "These boots feel really strange," he admitted. "I guess I haven't broken them in yet." "They'll take a while. That's the nice thing about knowing a shoemaker; more comfort." She held out her hand. He took it. They exchanged smiles as they kept walking. Not for the first time he was struck by how short she was, but he realized that that didn't matter to him. Nor the fur, nor the ears. Actually, he thought, the ears were kinda cute. The walk took a little over an hour, and when they arrived in Rocchodain Furry stopped a passing Centaur to ask for the Inn. "Right down thataway," the Centaur said with a gesture. Furry thanked him and walked in the direction indicated. Inside, the Inn was nearly empty but for a small Centaur male working behind the bar and a crowd of Mustela in one corner talking animatedly, apparently about a sporting event. "Ho," the Centaur said, smiling. "What can I do fr' you?" "Hi," Furry replied. "My name's Jofuran. I asked for a room." "Ah," the Centaur replied, his face lighting up. "I know you. Sure, sure, come on." He reached under the bar and picked up a set of keys, leading them upstairs. Nickolai was impressed with how easily the Centaur navigated the apparently narrow steps and worried with every creak those steps gave. "This is your room," he said, pointing to the second door on the left side. "Bed's a little big, especially for you, Lady, but it's comfortable. My name's Tacha. 'Night!" "Goodnight," Furry said as the Centaur began navigating the steps again. "Oh, by the way, Lady?" the Centaur said. "You're lucky... That room's the one Shardik and P'raine slept in." He smiled wide, then disappeared into the stairwell. Furry glanced over at Nickolai, who only smiled and opened the door. "Lucky? I wonder if they washed the sheets since then." Furry laughed, then stepped into the bedroom. The bed was indeed huge. Nickolai held in his steps for a second and said, "How big does this bed have to be?" "Big enough for two Centaurs to make love comfortably," Furry said, smiling. "Big enough for you?" "It's too big," he said, jumping onto the mattress and sitting down. "It's almost like hiking around the lake again." She smiled and stripped off her pack, throwing it on the desk. "Not that bad. Come on, off with your clothes." "Are you tired?" "Aren't you?" "A little," he admitted. "I'm hungry, too." "Maybe we can get some food downstairs." Dinner, Nickolai noted, was filling and tasty. He could get to like Pendorian restaurants. He smiled as he ate. Eventually they did retire into the bedroom and just slept. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Reunion, Part 2 Journal Entry 142 / 00918 Noren, Narnya 21, 00918 Nickolai awoke to a soft chiming sound repeating in his ear informing him that dawn had arisen an hour ago. Groaning, he rolled over and touched the 'snooze' button on the radio transmitter case, regretting the day he had ever had his Wearman installed with an alarmclock option. Rolling back over, he landed in a faceful of fur which made him sputter and roll back again. "Pfui?" "Huh?" Jofuran said, picking up her head and looking over her shoulder. "It wasn't a dream." She turned in bed to face him, pulling him close and kissing his cheek. He slid closer to her, pressing his thigh between her legs and kissing her nose. "Good morning," she said. "Hi," he said shyly. "I'm not sure it isn't a dream still. I can't believe I'm here." His hand stroked her fur, caressing the soft sides of her body. The grey fur ruffled under his touch. His emotions all roiled to the surface, feeling surprised at the qualities about her that held him to her. It wasn't just that she looked inhuman, but that she possessed qualities few humans would have considered "attractive," such as her wide hips or small breasts or small eyes. But for some reason, he couldn't help but think of her as beautiful. And from his reading on personal grooming and appearance standards, Furry was very beautiful... for a Markal. "Nickolai?" "Just thinking, Furry. I'm still surprised at how beautiful I think you are." "I can tell," she giggled, and Nickolai felt her hands stroking between his thighs, caressing his morning erection. "Or are you going to tell me again that this is just because you have to pee?" "Well, I do have to go," Nickolai admitted. "But I could always give you some attention before I go." Jofuran pretended to be shocked. "Some attention?" she said. "You better give me more than just 'some,' buster." He rolled on top of her and she parted her thighs slightly. "Is this the kind of attention you want?" Jofuran opened her legs further and her slid down the open V between them, his cock sliding up against her cunt. "That's it," she said. "Undivided and unconditional." He pressed his cock to her opening and slid in easily. "You're wet." "I was dreaming about you." He smiled and pressed down until he was buried between her grey-furred lips to the hilt entirely. She held his cock within her and he leaned over to kiss her. "I'm glad. I dreamed about you." His hips moved even though he didn't think about them, his cock withdrawing and reentering her gently. She closed her eyes as a small smile traced its way across her muzzle, a sigh escaping her. He leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose again, and without opening her eyes she opened her muzzle and they kissed, tongues intertwining as they made love. He moaned as he slowly pumped his shaft within her; he could feel her tightening and loosing her muscles, gripping and massaging him as they made love. There was nothing else to be needed from either of them. Furry moaned, "I want you to come inside me, Nickolai." He began stroking her a little faster, looking down between their bodies to see his cock disappearing into her. "You definitely have my attention," he breathed to her as he felt his climax gaining strength within him. "And I love you, Furry." He stroked her cunt a little faster; for some reason, he didn't want to be forceful this morning. He wanted to be able to look down at her every second of their lovemaking. He wanted to watch her face, her ears and her whiskers as her head rolled back and forth slowly. His orgasm grew more apparent as it tickled the base of his cock and the base of his brain, and he kept his eyes opened and watched her a whimper escaped him and his orgasm wiped away any thought at all but that he loved her. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Garth awoke to gritty eyes and bright sunlight streaming in from overhead. He wondered if Pendorians thought of natural-setting image technology as chic, or did they really enjoy waking up to having an unlicensed and uncontrolled fusion source blazing overhead twenty-four hours a day? Thirty hours, Garth reminded himself. Thirty long hours. It suddenly occurred to him that in Pendor's case the sun might not be entirely uncontrolled. After all, didn't they have a huge, potentially electromagnetic coil wrapped all the way around the star? They could do anything they wanted with that, including tame that star if they so felt. Garth felt oddly displaced; it was hard to imagine being here, even though "here" was only 6.38 light years from Earth. He smiled to himself as he crawled out of bed. "Only." Hah; if he had a telescope he could go back in time and look at what he was like back when he was just twelve. "Can you dim that?" he asked, pointing up at the ceiling. The AI didn't answer, and nothing happened. Remembering dimly that sometime before bed he had asked the AI last night for "a little privacy," he hit the "service restore" button it had indicated and repeated his request. The skylight dimmed appreciably, and Garth flopped back down into bed. But sleep wouldn't come and his back, already complaining about his sleeping in yet another different bed from his own, finally forced him to stand up and stagger into the bathroom. His reflection in the mirror was an unhappy one; his fur went in every direction, and he had apparently bent his ear in the night and it wouldn't stay up this morning. He sighed and stepped into the shower. Liquid soap was a standard for furries in all of explored space, and he was happy to find a bottle waiting for him. It wasn't until after he was soaking wet, though, when he remembered that his furbrush and his toothbrush were still in his carrybag. Struggling again to remember the AI's name, he finally said "Lex, can you bring my bag to me?" "Which one?" "The little red one I was carrying around." "This one?" Lex asked. "I left it outside the shower door." Garth opened the magnetically-sealed door and looked down. "Yeah, that one. Thanks." "You're welcome." Garth was beginning to like this, having an AI at his beck and call. It certainly beat getting out of the warm shower and tracking water everywhere. He soaped himself up, starting at his shoulders and working his way down his body. As he washed himself, his cock slowly slid out of its sheath and became erect. He smiled, looking down at it. Most guys awoke with an erection, but his always came several minutes after waking up, which seemed to defeat the theory that such erections were caused by needing to urinate. The soap felt silky on his hands as he reached down and closed around his cock. He leaned back against the shower wall and closed his eyes. Stroking his cock slowly, He felt the skin of his sheath peel around and away from the head. He sighed; he had always enjoyed masturbating first thing in the morning. His hand curled around the head of his cock rapidly, sliding the soap along the length. He had started doing this a long time ago as a means of cleaning under his sheath, and when puberty hit it just seemed to take him longer to clean himself. He chuckled softly, his other hand reaching down to grasp his sac, tugging it downwards, pulling the sheath down further and stretching his foreskin a little more. His imagination brought him images of Kiza kneeling before him, sucking his cock with wild, uncontrolled abandon, and of him with his mouth shoved deep between her legs. He imagined fucking Kiza in any one of a dozen positions, each flashing before his eyes like a high-speed slide show. He imagined her underneath him, kneeling with her ass in the air, his cock slamming in and out of her cunt. His hand stroked faster in the hot water, and as the soap wore off from the friction, he started grabbing his foreskin and tugging it up over the head of his cock and then back down. He stroked harder, knowing he was close to coming, and finally he gasped softly as his semen shot out of him. He opened his eyes finally, breathing deeply in the steam-filled space. He looked down at the little puddles of come on the floor, and grabbed the showerhead to spray it down the drain. "What the?" he said as the showerhead came free of the wall, no pipe or hose attaching it to any source of water, and it continued to spray water everywhere. "Oh," he said, finding the small dial at the back. Everything he knew about Pendor was becoming useful to him, but seeing that book learning put into practice was still an experience. He turned it down and rinsed the floor of the shower clean, then finished washing himself off, taking extra care of his teeth. Actually, having the showerhead portable like this was pretty useful. He wondered if he could spray someone outside the shower stall, or was it programmed to not allow that? It was certainly possible to program it that way, and if that was the case it was probably possible to turn that feature on and off. He put the showerhead back on its mounting. "If you like," the AI's comforting voice suggested, "instead of towels we have full-body blowdriers installed in the showers." "You mean, like a furmatic?" Garth had had a chance to use a furmatic once, in a hotel during a trip to Moscow. The experience had been sheer heaven. "Exactly," Lex responded. The air began to whirl around Garth's body, and he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and propped himself up on the walls of the shower as the warm air swirled and spun about him. He felt the heat penetrate his fur and his fell, and with one hand he rubbed himself to let the air get deep under his pelt to where the water would sometimes hide. The air died down a little, and he took another breath, and then it came back up to speed. After two minutes, he was much drier and felt much better. He sighed and looked around. "Thank you." "You're welcome." Garth dressed simply, a white denim skirt and oversized cotton pullover accentuating his brown fur. The sleeves on the pullover were cut to de-emphasize the length of his arms, which some Terrans found Katckinkind's most unappealing feature. Not that he cared, really. He walked out into the hallway, and approached the door to the Shigokai's house. It opened for him, and he strode in. Kiza was already there, sitting at the dining table with a plate in front of her. "Hi!" she said, waving. Garth waved back, feeling a little ashamed because of the fantasies he had enjoyed just minutes ago, and he hoped his guilt didn't show on his face because he did want to get to know her better as a person. "Hello there," he replied, trying to sound casual. He hoped it succeeded. "Want breakfast? I'm just having some fruit. It's honeydew." "Sure," Garth replied. "How?" "In the kitchen. Feel free to serve yourself." "Why not have the AI do it?" Garth asked. "Because that's rude. It's a demonstration of laziness. You can do it, and I bet Lex would do it for you, but it's rude if you do." "Oh," Garth said. Nickolai had confirmed many of the tourbook warnings about Pendor's weird customs, especially when it came to AIs. He guessed that this was just one of them. He walked into the kitchen, found some oranges and the melon Kiza had sliced into, and made himself breakfast. "Kiza, do you want a refill on your OJ?" She came hopping into the kitchen with a smile and handed him her glass. "Would you?" She hopped out again. Garth blinked; he wasn't quite sure what to make of that, but he wasn't going to ask. A few minutes later he returned to the table with his meal and began eating. Kiza had already finished most of her meal, and so watched him intently as he ate. He looked across the table at her once in a while, and she giggled and looked away when he did. Her actions left him feeling a little uncomfortable, but not much. "Kiza?" he asked. "Huh?" "Look, um, I'm sure our roommates are going to be busy all day, and I've been separated from my tour group. I don't know what your schedule looks like, but if you have some time, maybe you could, well, show me around?" She nearly squealed with delight. "Of course! I'm sorry, I didn't think about you being separated from your group. I'd love to show you around! Where do you want to go?" Garth suddenly blinked. Where did he want to go? What were his usual stops when he was in other cities on Earth? He paused for a moment and realized that he generally hit tourist traps and shopping centers, neither of which were in much abundance here on Pendor. "I'm not sure. Where can you suggest?" Kiza shrugged. "I'm not sure either. I don't know many places; this is the first time I've ever been here. There's the university where I go to school, and there's my town. I guess I could show you that." The door to the bedroom opened, and Nickolai and Furry stepped out, happy and partly abashed smiles on their faces. "G'morning," Furry said, bouncing into the kitchen. Nickolai sighed and sat down at the table next to Garth. "How you doin'?" he asked. "Good question," Garth said. "I was just about to ask Kiza what there was to do around here for the next month." "Nickolai?" Lexander's voice interrupted their conversation. "I have three messages waiting for you." "Messages?" Nickolai asked. "From who?" "From Molly Shardik, Skii Narrone, and Ken Shardik." Garth blinked and looked at Nickolai, wondering. "You weren't kidding, were you? You really do know Ken Shardik." "Sort of," Nickolai agreed. "Molly first." "Hello!" the voice came from a screen that appeared at the edge of the table. "Welcome home, Nickolai! I'm going to be home for the next month, so if you call, I'll definitely get your message." Molly's Vulpin smile grinned out of the screen. "Look, um, things haven't really changed for me, but I would still like to get together with you two and your friends." Garth's eyes looked surprised. "You know her?" "Yeah," Nickolai said, smiling. "She's a nice girl. I showed her to you in the photographs, remember?" "It's been a while since I saw those photographs, and you didn't say how well you knew her." "Well, you'll get to meet her later. Skii next." "Hey, Nickolai," Skii blared out of the screen next. "I got your message about the raincheck. Are you still serious? Dave knows where to find me, so if you want to talk, I'm always willing. I'm serious about the offer if you are. And... I'd love it if you brought Furry too." "Shardik last, please." "Welcome back to Pendor," Ken Shardik smiled out of the screen, as large as life. "Don't be surprised that I've been looking forward to your return to Pendor for some time now, because you mark the start of something big, kiddo. While relationships between Pendorians and Terrans have occurred before in history, you mark something really new, and I think that you two have the strength to do it. I don't expect you to be examples for the rest of the universe, just to be the first and then to be yourselves. "I want you two over my home sometime today, the earlier the better, so we can go over old times. Today's cerenya, and you should know by now that we have our outdoor picnics on those days, weather permitting. Probably won't be any Dragons out today, but that shouldn't stop you from showing up, right? Besides, Molly and Skii were really bouncing off the walls to see you guys." "Remember that first sight is easy, Nickolai, but love is tough. Take care of yourselves. See you later today, right?" Garth stared at the screen as it reduced to a point and then winked out. "Wow. He's real." "As real as it gets," Furry said, coming out of the kitchen. "That didn't sound like a request; more like an order." "When Shardik says he wants you to stop by for dinner, you eat," Garth said. "You guys made it through there in one piece, right?" Furry nodded, as did Nickolai. "I actually got bored there. It's a house, and if you don't find ways to amuse yourself you sort of get shuffled out in the whirlwind of children and grownups." "Are we done eating?" Furry asked, starting to clean up plates. "We could head over. Nickolai and I still need showers, but after that we can just take a SDisk to the Castle." She grinned at Nickolai. "I wonder if the lockout was ever revised." "We'll find out. If it wasn't, well, we can always try all the other ones, right?" Furry nodded. "I'd like to see you end up on the one that takes your clothes off." "I don't know if that's possible," Nickolai said. "Remember, Dave said he gets to choose where people go when using that SDisk." "I remember," she said. "Still like to see it though." She leaned over his chair and gave him a hug. "I love you, my brave Nickolai." "And my brilliant Jofuran. I'm going to go jump into the shower. Would you care to join me?" She pulled him up out of the chair by his hand. "You're on! Excuse us!" She hauled him out of Garth and Kiza's sight. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Nickolai grinned at his friend, able to finally turn the tables. "Nervous?" "Yeah," Garth admitted. "You can't call me a liar for that one!" Nickolai snapped his fingers and laughed. "No, guess I can't." "You're worrying too much, Garth," Furry said. "There's nothing to it. You just walk up to him and say 'Hi. I'm Garth, and you must be Ken Shardik.'" "Something like that, anyway," Nickolai said, patting him on the back before pulling Furry close again for another hug. Garth found himself envying the simple ease with which Nickolai touched and held her and her total attention to him every time he did. Worse still, the flutter in his gut just wouldn't give way to calm. She was right, wasn't she? There wasn't anything to it all. It was just another roadtrip. He'd met important people before, right? Ken Shardik was just another one of those. "Okay, everybody, onto the SDisk," Nickolai said. Kiza stepped first, then Furry. Garth went third and Nickolai last. "Lex, I want to go the Shardik Castle." The world blinked. Garth was never going to get used to that. And resolved itself into a beach. Garth looked down to find himself standing on water. "Come on," Kiza said. "Before the circle disappears." She ran for the beach; Garth recovered her wits enough to follow her. "Made it!" she said. "Made what?" "Sometimes people program those things to fade on you," she said, pointing to the SDisk that hovered, then vanished into the water. "It's a nasty trick because you'll find yourself floating on the water one second, swimming in it the next." Garth nodded, then looked around. The shadow behind him first caught his eye; it had been what he had been expecting when they had first arrived. Shardik Castle hovered overhead without visible means of support, a column of water falling from the center of the bottom face to the small body of water underneath. Shardik Lagoon. Or, when on the Castle Grounds, just "The Lagoon." The Castle itself looked made from segmented rectangles of sandstone intermixed with dramatic pieces of some silvered metal or glass. Here and there were the open porches of residencies, but they didn't stand out quite like the general color of earthen yellow and steel. The lagoon itself was covered in pale yellow sand, similar in color to that of the Castle. Where they stood was the largest patch, a wide expanse of sand that ended in the stone walls of the crater in which Shardik Castle sat. Garth knew that few of the plants and short, stubby trees that lived in or lined the walls of the crater were native to either Pendor or Terra; The popular news media seemed eternally entranced by Aaden Shardik's "alien garden." Across the lagoon the walls were bare and sheer and Garth could see a hollow of sand that disappeared under the walls into a shallow natural cave. As his eyes traced around the rim of the crater, he found the crack that led to the ocean, providing an drain for the water that collected in the lagoon. Nobody was immediately visible except his three friends and then a voice overhead shouted "Nickolai!" Garth's head snapped to see who was shouting and saw a Felinzi, the Pendorian "housecat" variant (and, Garth thought sourly, far more "successful" at being both feline and humanoid than Katckins would ever be) leap off the edge of the castle. Horrified and convinced that the Felinzi was risking death, Garth was stunned when he fell to the ground in a completely controlled fashion after falling maybe 30 or 40 meters, rolled forward, and stood up. "Ta-dah!" "Skii!" Nickolai said, running forward and grabbing the Felinzi about the shoulders. "It's good to see you!" "And you, Nickolai," Skii replied, grinning crazily. "How have you been?" "Oh, you know," Nickolai replied. "This and that. Good and bad. Now that Furry and I are together again, I'm doing much better. That didn't look like you had any gravitics help at all." "Didn't," Skii replied. "Ever hear of the Shatha line of nanochine?" "Yeah," Nickolai said. "Didn't your dad develop those?" Skii nodded. "You remember! Pulsive, Kolya. Yeah, he did." "Aren't they dangerous?" "Only when abused. And I can't visit Earth. Gee, like I'm missing something." Skii gestured in the air, twirling one finger carelessly. "Meanwhile, I'm completely reinforced. I can jump nearly ten meters straight up! I can survive a fall from nearly any height as long as I'm ready to land. I can lift my powered armor as easily as it can lift me!" He grinned. "But you have to eat more," Nickolai said. "Only a little more if I don't use it, and a LOT more if I do. Speaking of which, I'm hungry." He glanced at Nickolai. "Are you game?" Nickolai laughed. "We ate less than two hours ago." "So? No reason not to have more." "Why don't we just watch you," Nickolai offered, shading his eyes. "And we can head inside rather than baking under this sun." "It's nice out, Nickolai! How could you say such cruel things about our Pin?" Skii laughed. "Who are you friends, anyway?" "Oh, pooh," Furry said. "You know damn well who I am, you boy-crazy Felinzi!" She walked forward and hugged Skii. "It's good seeing you again." "You never left, lady," Skii said. "You could have always given me a call." "I had school. And you had trouble to raise." "Yeah, yeah, excuses, excuses." "Are you still banned from driving?" "Nope. Who's this?" Skii asked, surprising Garth by pointing at him. "Garth, meet Skii Narrone. Skii, meet Garth, my roommate from Terra." "Really?" Skii said. "Pulse. And this lovely fem?" "Kiza, this is Skii. Watch him," Furry said. "He's a letch." "And I'm good at it, too!" Skii laughed. "Come on, let's go inside." The SDisk reappeared in the lagoon and Skii leapt upon it. Everyone followed him and teleported. Garth hoped that the constantly changing scenery would stop soon. Things were progressing far too damned fast for him. He could barely remember the name of the Felinzi he had just met. Now they found themselves in a large, almost-square room with a hole in the center of both the ceiling and the floor. "We opened up the grav-tubes a little," Skii was saying. "It seems to be working. Nobody's gotten hurt yet, and the Centaurs and Ssphynxes seem to be able to get around better." The Felinzi disappeared through a pair of swinging doors to their right, and everyone seemed to be following, so Garth did as well. Inside, Skii disappeared behind a large metal table and rummaged about inside some cabinets, returning with a round sandwich in his hand. "Corned beef. Anyone want something?" Nickolai shook his head. Furry, though, asked for a ham sandwich, which Skii promptly tossed her. "How about you two?" Garth admitted to himself that he was hungry despite breakfast but he didn't know if it was polite to accept or refuse an offer of food on Pendor. Furry was already halfway through hers. "What have you got?" "Name it," Skii asked. "Pastrami with sauerkraut." "Not only do we have that," Skii laughed, disappearing into the cabinet again, "But it's one of Ken's favorites." He tossed the requested sandwich, wrapped in waxed paper, to Garth, who caught it easily. "Nice catch." "Thanks," Garth said, smiling up at Skii despite himself. Although he knew already that much of Skii's talents were the results of nanotech microsurgery, there was an openness to him that Garth found refreshing. He tore open the paper and found exactly what he had asked for; the sauerkraut was even sharp the way he liked it, although the pastrami tasted strong and a little unusual. He commented on that to Skii. "That's because it's real beef," Nickolai explained. "Not that artificial stuff we get at school." "You mean, grown from cows?" "Depends," Skii said. "There are cattle ranchers around, mostly just to keep the breed alive more than anything else, and to supply people who want to go out and attend the slaughtering themselves. But that's rare; few people have the strong stomachs it takes to do something like that. Ken does, sometimes. He goes back and forth between being queasy and being barbaric." Skii laughed. "Most beef is grown in tanks, though. It allows us to control both the quality of the meat and to get a good ratio of nutrients-to-meat. You be amazed what a good LSAP/nanotech farming facility can achieve with sunlight and a pound of dirt. The really strange thing is that most vegetable processes are still best when grown the old-fashioned way. A few things can improve the process, like nutrient delivery systems and stuff like that. But in the end it's all optimized photosynthesis and when it comes to sunlight, we're still looking for ways to improve that ugly green molecule." "Sounds to me like you've got a hobby, maybe?" Jofuran asked. "Me? A farmer?" Skii asked. "I doubt it. Come on, you guys know me. I'm a rock-and-roll, starship-driving kinda guy." "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Nickolai said. "We all know about your driving." Skii smiled. "Okay, okay, enough. Let's go take you guys up to talk to the folks." "Sounds good," Nickolai said. "I know the way." "Guess you do," Skii mentioned, his mouth full. "But I want to go with you guys. So..." He led them out again and up the grav tube to the top floor. "This is just a hallway that leads upstairs. There's nothing really here. I can't figure out why they don't just fill this space in and make the grav-tube go straight up to the center of the roof." Up a ramp, around a switchback, and they walked out into blinding sunlight once more. "Is it always so bright?" Garth complained. "Sun's always directly overhead," Furry pointed out. "What do you expect? It's either cloudy, or it's bright. Even in winter. And believe me, you can go blind much faster in winter." "Blind?" "Yeah, from all the glare. It'll drive your eyes craz--" "Nickolai!" The voice made Garth's head snap up and look down the metallic-grate walkway. "You made it!" Nickolai smiled and walked into the bearhug of a man barely taller than he was. Wearing a loose-fitting shirt of thick, off-white cloth that fell about his waist and pants made of some dark, vaguely reflective material, Ken Shardik held Nickolai out at arm's length and examined him. "You've gotten taller." "I certainly hope so, s... Ken." Shardik roared with laughter. "You still haven't gotten used to that, Nickolai. Come on, learn! So, who are these people you've brought with you?" "You don't remember me?" Furry sounded positively indignant. "Of course I remember you, Jofuran. How could I forget the beautiful smile that so wonderfully graced my household two years ago? Surely you'll stay longer this time?" "If it pleases you," Furry replied. "If it pleases you, you mean," Shardik said, pointing back at her. "I would hardly keep you here if you were miserable. Come, come, you two. Introduce your friends." Nickolai reached back and with one hand grabbed Garth by the shoulder. "Come here, you. You did this to me a year ago. Now it's my turn. Garth, this is Ken Shardik. Ken, this is Garth El Baum, my roommate." Shardik extended a hand. Garth reached out and shook it carefully, trembling. "Garth," Shardik said in a voice that seemed to flow over his nervous twitch and calm him, "You have nothing to worry about." "Tell that to my nerves!" the Katckin replied, laughing. "I tried," Shardik replied. "And who's this?" He indicated Kiza. Furry answered for her. "Kiza Lessap, Ken Shardik. Ken, this is my roommate, Kiza." "Pleased to meet you," Ken said. He stood up and clapped his hands together. "So, you are all going to stay for dinner?" "Wouldn't miss it for the world," Furry said. "Where is everybody?" "'Everybody' is out at the moment. Um, I hate to tell you two this, but Molly got called away unexpectedly. She won't be back for a while. Don't know when. It's weird, too. We have days like this, when there's absolutely nobody around. Right now I've got my political hat on, so I'm going to be busy until around eleven with these papers I have to read. So I'll apologize if I ask that y'all give me that time to myself today. Meanwhile, feel free to have the run of the Castle. Garth, how would you like to spend your vacation here?" "Sir?" "Seriously, Garth. Right now this Castle is almost empty. With ten residences in place I've only got six families living here right now. It's Shardik, Mahn, and Lewis... you know, the usual gang on the one hand, and Carver, Traken, and Majors on the other. Four open doubles for anyone who wants them. You up for it?" "Uh... Yeah, I guess I would," Garth said, forcing a smile. "You don't have to, you know," Shardik said. "It's not like nobody ever said 'no' to me, and I won't be upset. I can understand how you could be a little intimidated by the place, but I assure you I have no intention of forcing you into anything you're not interested in." "I'd like to stay, sir." "Good!" Shardik said. "Stop calling me 'sir,' too, dammit. You're my guest, not my prisoner. Skii, give them the room next to the guest room." "Dad, that's where P'maya and Termo are staying." "So it is. How about the one next to that?" "That one's empty. Has been for nearly twenty years, too, and you know why..." "Oh." Ken nodded. "Still, it's the one closest to the guest space. Tell Dave to clean them both up and then show them to their guests. Look, I'm really busy. Nickolai, Furry, you can show your friends where everything is and I'll be down around twelve to start setting up for dinner. There's nobody here so you may as well take advantage of that fact and go swimming or something. Aaden will be back around ten, P'nyssa around twelve. Skii, start set-up at twelve whether I'm here or not." "Got it. Dave, don't let me forget." "Have I ever let you forget?" a voice from nowhere replied dryly. "I will remind you. Their rooms will take half an hour to prepare. In the meantime, there are towels and such in the commons." "Thanks," Skii said earnestly. "Come on, you four. Let's go." He led them back into the castle. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Several hours later, Garth rejoined Nickolai on the beach. He had been swimming in the lagoon until the chill had reached through his fur and proven unbearable. He marveled at Nickolai's ability to fit in. Sitting naked under a tree that looked like nothing less than a blue- leafed palm with his legs bent at the knees to prop up a PADD, Nickolai looked calm and content. "Hey." "Hey yourself," Nickolai replied, smiling up at his roommate. "Good swim?" "Yeah. Kinda strange, though. I'm used to having a lot of people hanging around. Especially at ocean beaches." "I know. I felt it too the first time I was here." Nickolai put his PADD down and stretched his legs out. "Oof. I'm stiff." "Interesting reading?" Garth asked, gesturing to the PADD. "Oh, sure. I'm reading about some of the voluntary biographies of people who have gone through the Great Hall." Garth looked puzzled for a moment. "Any reason why?" "Yeah." Nickolai smiled. "I'm going to walk it soon." Garth nearly exploded. "WHAT?" He stared at Nickolai, unbelieving. "What about all that talk about loving Furry as she is and as you are? What about all that about finding someplace to live that didn't require that you change?" "Calm down, Garth." Nickolai gestured to the sand, and Garth took the hint and sat down. "Nothing's going to change." "You don't know that! You could come out as... as..." "As Nickolai Dittrich, Human." "What?" "The rules have been changed," Nickolai stated, repeating the words as Shardik had told them to him. "People going through the Hall don't change." "You're kidding. That means... " "That means that you go into the Hall and come out the other side the same shape as you went in. Now, you can choose to change, but if you do the Hall determines what you come out as. Then the old rules apply." "That's weird. Wait a sec. If you're going through the Hall and nothing's going to change, why do it at all?" "Because I didn't say that nothing was going to change. I will get some of the Pendorian benefits, like the nanotech healing factor and the language implants and stuff like that. And I'll be fertile." "Fertile?" "Yeah." Nickolai glanced across the sand to where Furry and Kiza were sitting and talking to Skii. He was apparently telling them some outrageous story replete with expansive hand gestures of swooping vehicles and dramatic explosions. The fems were giggling. "Not that it does me much good." "Yeah," Garth agreed, looking in the same direction. He was so busy looking back and forth between the fems and Nickolai that he failed to notice the low, black shape creeping through the underbrush a few meters away. Nickolai did notice it. "Garth! Look out!" "Wha--- IEEE!" Garth screamed as a huge, powerful feline creature leapt out of the bushes and sailed at least five meters through the air to land in front of him, snarling. The snarl died down, the head tilted to the left slightly, and then the jaws parted open to erupt in what had to have been laughter although it felt to Garth as if someone were pulling a catgut bowstring across his feline ribs, his heart inside providing the percussion counter- rhythm. "Shit!" "Karin!" Skii's voice cut through his recovering terror, making the six-legged black Pamthreat look up, laughter redoubled. "That was not funny!" "I know," Karin giggled, her voice sounding oddly hollow, "But I just couldn't resist. The Pamthreat looked up at Garth. "I'm sorry. I just saw new people sitting on the beach and had to sneak up on you. You should have seen your face! I've never seen someone so terrified in a long time!" "Ken's warned you about that. If someone has a cardiac because of your mischief he'll have your head, you know that." "Aw, Skii. Besides, even if they have a cardiac they've always got back-up." "The two gentlemen here do not." "Oh!" Karin's head picked up and she looked at Garth. "You're Terrans! I'm so sorry. I didn't know! I could have killed you!" "I think... I'll live," Garth said, looking at the Pamthreat. "Besides, now that I think about it, it was kinda funny." "Speak for yourself!" Nickolai said. "Even though I knew it was coming I was still scared out of my wits!" "Anyway," Garth said, "Hi." "Hi," the Pamthreat replied quietly. "Karin Mahn." "Garth El Baum." Garth held out his hand, not sure if Pamthreats shook hands or what, but Karin approached it and nuzzled it with her large, blunt head anyway. "Pleased to meet ya." "Same here." "Actually, Karin, you've showed up at a good time. Do you have a drone under your command, or is it just hands today?" "I can get one," Karin said. "What do you need?" "Everything," Skii said. "Ken said to start set-up at twelve and it's twelve-twenty now. I need the firepit opened up, the tables and baskets dragged out, everything. I assume that Paul and Carroll are going to be handling the food today since they're the ones on the schedule but I'm still responsible for the physicals." "Gotcha," Karin said. "Garth, would you and your friend there--" "Nickolai," Nickolai said, smiling. "I was hoping to be introduced." "Ooops. Sorry." Garth blushed. "Nickolai-- like to help me move some tables?" "Sure. I've done this before." As they were setting out the baskets of picnic cloths and the drying racks for used towels, people started assembling. Although he didn't know all of them, Nickolai did his best to introduce those he did know to Garth and Kiza. When he got to Aaden and P'nyssa, Garth felt genuinely dwarfed by the huge Mephit and even by the smaller Tindal standing next to him. The skunk's short, smiling muzzle and penetrating stare made him aware of just how much history stood before him. "Garth, this is P'nyssa Traken," Nickolai said, indicating the female Tindal. About the same height as he (he measured 173 cms), she had indigo-blue fur except for the whites rings about her eyes. "How do you do?" she asked, holding out one of her tentacles that Tindals called "tens" and were in approximately the same place humans kept their arms. He took the fingerless mitten in hand and shook gently. "Come on, Garth, you can shake hands more securely than that, can't you?" she asked, smiling. He shook harder, watching the shake ripple up her arm. He had the distinct feeling she did that deliberately. "Pleased to meet you." "Uh... I'm please to meet you as well." "And I'm Aaden, but you knew that." The enormous Mephit reached out a hand and Garth took it, shaking just as firmly. Although he knew intellectually that Aaden Satpulov was only one centimeter taller than Ken Shardik and only twelve centimeters taller than himself, he felt tiny compared to the physical and emotional mountain that Aaden seemed to be. "Since you're our guests for the evening, why don't you come sit with us?" P'nyssa offered. "You mean that?" Garth asked. "Of course they mean it," Nickolai said. "Nickolai, he asked me," P'nyssa chided him. Nickolai seemed genuinely abashed. "Oh... Uh... I'm sorry?" P'nyssa laughed. "You're trying to get into the feel of being a Pendorian too hard, Nickolai. On the one hand, I do mean everything I say, so if I invite you to eat with us, Garth, I mean it. On the other, I like to take care of inquiries directed at me by myself. It took me a century to break Ken of the habit of interrupting me." Nickolai nodded, apologetic. "Come on," P'nyssa said. "Grab your two friends and--" P'nyssa rolled her eyes-- "Skii, I guess." She smiled. "He has too much energy, even for his age. Meet us over there. You won't be alone; I imagine Ken and Aaden will have their usual crowd of friends and followers." "I'll get them," Garth offered. "Would you? I want to ask P'nyssa something," Nickolai said. "Sure thing." Garth trotted away across the sands in search of Furry and Kiza in what had rapidly become a loose crowd of bodies. "Now then, what did you want to ask me, Kolya?" P'nyssa said after they watched Garth disappear between two Centaur and continued on their walk down the sands towards Ken Shardik. Nickolai felt a touch of reassurance at her calling him "Kolya." it was a note of familiarity, and indicator that she wasn't still upset with him. And while he tried to be equal-handed, it meant a lot to him that P'nyssa Shardik liked him. "You said Ken and Aaden have 'followers.' Don't you?" Aaden chuckled quietly. "She does, but not here." "I still haven't broken him of it," P'nyssa grumbled softly. "What he means is that Ken and Aaden have hobbies and activities that encourage amateur adherents. There are 'professional' sadomasochists, pilots, botanists, writers, and the like, but many more aren't. So they tend to prefer meeting in non-professional settings, like picnics and the like. Medicine doesn't have that kind of leeway and so is rarely seen as a 'hobby.' And as for my other hobbies, they're generally quieter. Sometimes I write a book review for something I read that I enjoyed and sometimes I go to readercons and sometimes I submit articles on interspecies adoption and mothering, but these aren't the sorts of things that one has loud discussions about it." She laughed softly. "You know, for such a distinctive family, we have such traditional roles sometimes." "Speak for yourself," Aaden chuckled. "The first time I sent an article to Interspecies Parenting Digest I was terrified. My reputation was about to be ruined!" "Somehow, Aaden, I doubt anyone really thought you were losing your s/m touch." Aaden's reply was interrupted by Shardik shouting "Hi!" "Hi yourself!" Aaden fell to his knees and gave Ken a hug, rolling across the blanket. "Careful! There's an open jar of mustard with no base on the blanket!" Ken shouted. "Whoa," Aaden agreed, stopping short just in time. "How was your day?" "Hairy." Ken proceeded to complain to Aaden, P'nyssa, and anyone else who would listen about how uncompromising the new interstellar conglomeration of four worlds that called itself jokingly "The Empire" was and how he could never get in touch with their ambassadors. "They're such prima donnas! I thought we were bad!" Aaden laughed and tousled Ken's hair. "We are bad. They're just worse." "Yeah, yeah. So, Nickolai, are you ready to walk the Hall?" "I think so. Tomorrow I want to do it." "You're sure?" "I can't think of a single reason not to." He glanced around and found Furry standing next to him. He reached out a hand and took hers in his. "And I have all the reason in three worlds to." "Good man!" Ken said. "That's the power of love for you. Makes men into fools and fools into men. Don't ask which category you fall into, Nickolai, because either way you won't like the answer. Trust me on this one." Nickolai laughed. "Yes, sir." "So, Garth, tell me while we have a quiet moment. What do you think of Pendor?" "It's very... hospitable." "By Horus, I hope so!" Ken laughed. "But what else? Tell me, are you bored yet?" "Bored?" Garth felt surprised by the question. "How could I possibly be bored?" "It's very possible," Ken replied. "You've been sitting on a beach relatively alone all day. Eventually you must get bored." "Sir, after an entire year of grinding at textbooks and doing biocybe lessons and physical exercise, I can think of nothing more pleasant than lying on a deserted beach and absorbing sunlight." Ken laughed. "Good lad! What else have you noticed?" "Well, I'd like a chance to look around, honestly. See what I can see. I need a tour guide for that, and Kiza's offered." "I'll do it," Skii said. "Skii... " Ken growled softly. "No, really. I mean it. If I'm not his type I understand completely and I'll keep my hands off. But I like the Terrans you find, Father. They're really con and I appreciate having them around." "Garth?" "What do you mean, 'If you're not my type?'" Garth asked. "Just that. I happen to like mels and I'm not ashamed of admitting to being a little predatory." Skii grinned. "Oh. Well, I don't know. It's been a long time since I thought about that. I don't know." "Hey, no pressure," Skii asserted, waving his hands as if to push away the suggestion. "I just wanted to point two things out, Garth. I'd like to be your tour guide because I happen to like Terrans, and I'd like to get to know you better because I think you're good-looking." "Me?" Garth asked, surprised. "Yeah, you," Skii replied. "You find that surprising?" "A little," Garth said. "Well, it's true. In fact, let's take a survey. Okay, there are..." Skii paused to count his way around the several blankets closest to him. "Fifteen people around here." He stood up. "Okay, how many people here think Garth here is handsome?" A small forest of arms and tentacles went up. "Hey!" a voice Garth remembered from earlier that day rang out. "I don't have a hand to raise!" "Then we'll count you as a 'yes' vote," Skii told Karin. "Anyway, Garth, there you have it. You're good looking." "It's still hard to believe." "Believe it," Aaden said over Skii's disagreement. "On Pendor, 'beauty' is a real issue. Too many people start out with the assumption that because they're Pendorians they're automatically beautiful people. But beauty is different to us here, in this Lagoon, at least I like to think so. It comes from inside. I know, that's a funny, touchy-feely kind of thing to hear me saying. But it's true. You have a youthful kind of handsomeness to you, Garth, that you shouldn't underestimate just because you're a Katckin." "But I'm so gangly," Garth protested, turning to Skii. "Look at you. Your head and face are so much more feline-looking than mine, but your arms are at least in proportion to your body compared to most of the Humanoid races in the galaxy." Skii thought for a moment. "Differences in design and the skills of the designer. Look at Karin. She's not humanoid-looking at all. But she manages." "I do better than manage, you mangy..." "Okay, okay, enough!" Ken's hand came down between Skii and the Pamthreat. "If I must break up this fight one more time between you two! Skii, you're nineteen years old, and that's old enough to stop needling your sister. Karin, you too." "I'm only thirteen." "And old enough to stop picking fights with your brother. Now then, let's get food since I see that it's ready." A half-hour later and around a mouthful of something that had been referred to as 'beefalo,' Garth turned to Ken and asked "Is there a reason why I shouldn't walk through the Great Hall?" Ken nearly choked on his sandwich. But then he stopped, thought, turned to Garth and said "As a changeling or as yourself?" "As myself," Garth replied. "You were talking about how you didn't like your Katckin body just a short while ago." "I think that was different," Garth replied. "I... I don't know if I believe all of you that I'm handsome, but that's different from not liking my body. I'm used to my body. I don't know if I would adjust to having it changed. The idea that I could go through the Great Hall and get all the benefits and none of the disadvantages is powerful incentive." "It is indeed," Ken agreed. "You know, there is no disadvantage to it if you go through at all. You could retain your Terran registration, your Right of Replacement, everything. There is nothing about you after the Hallwalk that's obvious to observers. Nothing at all. A close physical might find some things." "What about that... the heart implant?" "You can get that during or after the Hallwalk. The difference is that after the Hallwalk it's surgery. During the Hallwalk, well, you're sorta trusting the magic of the Great Hall, aren't you? And don't ask me what that is. It's a secret." Ken smiled. "What about my fertility?" "What about it?" Ken asked. "Who's gonna notice? You certainly can't get any femKatckins on Terra pregnant; they're all sterile, remember? And if you're really worried about pregnancy, there's always the tiny contraceptive implants. We perfected those centuries ago." "What are they?" "Furry, you explain. My sandwich is getting cold." Furry accepted Shardik's offer. "They're tiny valves about six millimeters on a side. They get placed over... what are those things called in males?" "The vas deferens," P'nyssa supplied. "Them. Anyway, they block off sperm flow from the testicles to the penis. In females they block off the fallopian tubes." "How do you get them open?" Garth asked. "Magnets," P'nyssa replied, picking up the medical part of the thread. "We have a small electromagnet. It's about the size of a writing pen." She pulled one out of a pocket on the jumpsuit she wore. "It's a little thicker, but about the same length. There's a little switch labeled 'open' or 'closed' and a small light. You run the round end over the skin until the light comes to full brightness. It's just a simple magnetometer. Then you put the switch in the direction you want the valves to be. The thing gives off a small hum and the valves get changed." "That easy?" Garth asked. "I'm surprised we don't have anything like them on Earth." "You do," P'nyssa replied. "Your species haven't needed them for the past four centuries because Saman Transfer has made you all sterile. But even on Pendor they're called 'Dutch Valves' because they were invented in Holland." "Wow." "Nothing surprising about that," P'nyssa said. "Most of the truly important things on Pendor were discovered on Earth." "Like?" "Like consciousness," Ken said. "Like symbolic language. Like mathematics. Like theatre. Romance. Everything around you here, Garth, is a combination of ideas, all of which existed on Terra for years before Pendor existed." "But doesn't it matter that someone with the tools to make it happen did?" "Of course. But I think people give too much credit to some artists and not enough to others. Anyway, all this philosophy makes me hungry. I'm gonna get some cake." He stood up and left abruptly. Aaden leaned over and in a conspiratorial whisper told Garth and Nickolai, "He does that when he realizes he talking about himself nowadays. I figure it'll last a year or so." "Guilt?" Nickolai asked. "I think he just hates being the topic of conversation. He knows he is every day everywhere in the galaxy." Aaden sat back up. "So, Garth, are you going to walk the Hall?" "I'm thinking about it," the Katckin replied. "I'm not sure what to do with the idea yet." "Well, I'm sure you can make up your mind in the month you're here. So, who's going to be your tourguide?" "What are my choices?" "Well, both Kiza and Skii have agreed to it." "Why can't I have both of them?" "That," Ken Shardik interjected, returning from the dessert table, "Has to be the most Pendorian thing I think I've heard come out of anybody's mouth since the Terrans got here. Polite, selfish, self- indulgent and utterly harmless. Well, Skii, would you be willing to have both Kiza and Garth as company for a month? Kiza, would you be willing to live at Shardik Castle for a month with Garth and Skii?" "I'd like to very much!" Kiza replied. "I don't think I'd have a problem with it," Skii continued. "Nor would I," Garth finished. "It's a deal then." "And Nickolai... would you and Jofuran be willing to spend a while here while Nickolai gets his head on straight?" "I think I'd like that." Nickolai kissed Jofuran's head. "What about you?" "I don't have a problem with it," Furry said. "I'm on a break right now." "Then it's settled. Good! The house was getting empty and full of fuddy-duddies anyway." "You're the only fuddy-duddy we have, Ken," Aaden said sweetly. "You're just jealous." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "I have my own place," Skii was saying, "over there." "Skii?" Garth asked. "Ken acted really strangely when he suggested mine and Kiza's bedroom be in here. For one thing, he was making one serious assumption. Kiza and I aren't sleeping together." "Oh. Oh! Damn, what do I do with that? Dave!" "I was already aware of the situation thanks to Lexander. There are two smaller beds in the bedroom." "I guess that'll be okay. But it was more than that. What was all that about twenty years ago..." Skii laid his hand on the bridge of his snout and rubbed downwards, deforming his small whiskers slightly as he did so. "You're probably running into this on Terra a lot nowadays, but... we've always been immortal. Unaging and hard to kill, anyway. The most common form of death on Pendor is suicide." He took a deep breath. "P'lissane, P'nyssa's first daughter, committed suicide in here." The door opened as Skii led the way inside. "I know it's just supposed to be another room," Skii said, "But it was the second death ever in Shardik Castle, and it really made a lot of people weird. I don't know. I don't really want to think about it." "That was the year before you were born, right?" "Right," Skii agreed. "In a way, I'm glad I didn't know P'lissane. It must have been very hard on people." "They just found her in here, right?" "Right. Sitting at the table. All the furniture's been changed, the rug and ceiling tiles, even. The entire room was changed to avoid reminding people about her. But even with all that..." Garth nodded. "Look, um, I guess this is goodnight?" "Looks that way." Skii held out his hand and Garth shook it. "Nice to meet you, and I'm glad we'll have more time together." "Me too. See you tomorrow." "Yeah. Kiza?" She held out her hand and he shook that as well. "Thank you, Skii." "You're welcome. See you guys later." He waved and walked out. After the door had closed behind Skii's retreating back, Garth sighed. "Well, he certainly seemed to change a lot when he was talking about P'lissane." "It's hard on people, Garth. We try not to admit that we know people who are going to die, especially by their own hand. I'm not in a very happy spirit right this minute either, after that. I'm just going to head to bed." "That sounds like a good idea." She nodded and disappeared down a hole like Alice's Rabbit, and Garth remembered that bedrooms in Shardik Castle were on the floor below the living quarters. He walked over to the hole, steeled himself, and stepped over it. He fell slowly, landing calmly on the floor of the bedroom. Kiza walked out of the bathroom and crawled into one of the two beds. Looking at his bed, set into an almost-blackened wooden frame, he wondered what a bed for two people was like if a bed for one was this large. He made use of the bathroom. Tiled in bright white and illuminated with indirect lighting, it was a masterpiece of comfortable design. Stepping out into the bedroom, he realized Kiza was already dead asleep. With a smile he stripped off his clothing and crawled under the apparently hand-quilted comforter. He fell asleep just as quickly. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Planetfall: Confession Journal Entry 172 / 01025 Seren, Urim 01, 01025 Much to my pleasure, I felt completely refreshed when I awoke the morning just before we pulled into orbit around Battia II. I had been concerned that I wouldn't recover from the past weeks of nonstop allnighters before planetfall, but as I stretched and smiled up at the ceiling, I felt great. I wondered if morning people felt this way all the time. Part of the reason for my current state was the unquestionable loveliness that shared my bed. I leaned over and kissed Dao's cheek, hoping he wouldn't wake up until he was good and ready to, then crawled out of bed. Once quietly in the shower, I asked Lance what the schedule looked like. "Well, planetfall is an hour before dusk during the first shift's wake cycle. Aaden has scheduled a large expedition to place down EM samplers and, as usual, you are the pilot of choice." I nodded. "So, when does that happen?" "An hour after dawn." "So that gives me two hours to get all my usual stuff in order, provided I find someone to warm up the shuttle for me." "Correct," Lance agreed. "You have an hour until planetfall, so effectively you have, how shall I put it, three hours to get your act together." I grinned and finished washing. As I pulled on a light jumpsuit with the Pendorian Fleet Insignia over the left breast pocket, I checked the flight plan logged for Aaden's team that day, then asked Lance if Garenna would be awake any time soon. "He has awakened already." "Tell me when we have SDisk lock-on, and ask Gary if he'd like to meet with me before I dash off on a mission." "He says that if planetfall is as scheduled, he would like to meet with you at 27:20." "Got it," I said, making a mental note. That gave me a half- hour to look in on the family. I wandered up to the standard lounge and ordered a light breakfast of a single salted rice ball and a cup of hot tea. While I ate, three Han wandered in, Lindsay among them. "Lindsay!" "Ken!" she said, waving. "What are you doing up this early?" "Getting ready for a long day ahead. Pull up a seat, all of you." After ordering something for breakfast, she pulled up an oversized chair that Lance had recently produced just for the Han and said, "What are you eating?" When I described it to her, she expressed surprise. "I thought you enjoyed something sweet for breakfast." "It depends," I said, grinning. "As you may know, I eroticize everything, but I also turn to philosophy. Sweets are a reward for the start of a new day, but I'm already rewarded by a return to my family, the end of a safe journey, and..." I paused, reached up and touched her cheek, "the finding of new beauty." She lowered her eyes to the table. "You are just amazing. You never cease, do you?" "I confess, I'm always 'on,' so to speak. Have I embarrassed you in front of your friends?" "Oh! Ken, this is Gretchen, and this is Katherine." They nodded politely, and I extended my hand. "Another Katherine. That's all we need." "Is it a popular name on Pendor?" she asked. "It seems to be," I admitted. "It's nothing to worry about. I have two very dear friends named Katherine, and occasionally I get them confused. Adding another will make matters worse." "I heard we're going to land soon." "Less than ten minutes, in fact. We're not going to 'land,' but we expect to be connected to the ground-based SDisks in about that time." I ate fast, relying on my high metabolism to process the rice without upsetting my stomach too much. "When we get down, I have to stop by my family's tent, check in with Commander Garenna, and in about two hours I'm flying a sampling expedition to the southern edge of the continent." Lindsay looked at my incredulous. "Don't you ever stop?" "Never. To stop is to die. No, that's not true. I just want to get back into doing things I feel comfortable with." "But when do you relax?" "I don't. I choose very carefully when I'm going to loaf." She smiled. "May I come along?" I thought for a moment. "Lance, is there room on the shuttle?" "Easily. A whole 'taur bench is underutilized." "Then I guess you're free to come along," I said. "Do you have a uPADD?" She nodded. The others did as well. "Then just ask Lance to keep you up-to-date on when I ship out and meet us at the landing pad." "Ken," Lance interrupted again, "We have SDisk lock on with sub-60 delay." "Great! I'll be right down." I tossed my bowl into the washing machine. "I'll see you down planetside in about two hours." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I stopped in at the tent first, quietly opening the flap and entering. If I had been an unauthorized intruder alarms would have sounded, but I was recognized and allowed to enter unobstructed. I looked in. Something was curiously out of place, but I couldn't put my finger on it. It wasn't the way Aaden and P'nyssa were lying together; they do that often enough. No, something subtle was wrong with the room. Not wrong-- unfamiliar. I examined the surroundings carefully, and when I figured out what was bothering me, I smiled. "Good for you two," I whispered, letting the curtain fall back into place silently. I checked my watch and realized I had to meet Gary in five minutes, so I quietly left them and walked over to Mission Control. "Ken!" Gary said as he crossed the large circus enclosure that made up First Tent. "I send you out to investigate a little something and you come back with immigrants. What am I going to do with you?" I chuckled at the short Tindal's admonishment. "I don't know, Gary. What do you want to do with me?" "You don't want to know," he growled. "Are you sure you want to resume flight duty so soon?" I spread my hands wide in exasperation. "Why is everyone asking me this question? Yes, I feel fine, Gary. I want to get back to work." He nodded. "I'm just checking. I saw what your eyes looked like a week ago." "That was a week ago. I've been doing nothing but sleeping, making love, and getting to know the Han. All three are good for the soul." His brow furrowed slightly. "You work faster than legend, Ken." I grinned. I was beginning to recognize that word, 'legend,' everywhere I went. Were there really legends (myths, fables, allegories) about me? "No, no, no, not making love with any of the Han. I'm not that fast. I'm... working on it." He laughed, and I did too. "So, do you have concrete plans on what to do with the Han and where to put them?" "Well, they aren't a strain on resources, if that's a concern. There's plenty of spare room for forty or more." He glanced back at the large overhead display at the far end of the enclosure. At night we showed movies on it; for meetings it was our visual aid. Right now it was a headline marquee. "Gary, remember that one of the concerns of Pendorian Engineering is that in a ten-year voyage a truly dedicated crew could triple or even quadruple its count?" "Ken..." "These people are very eager to get their numbers back, and I don't blame them. And they're hermaphroditic. A week ago they were all at death's door; today, five of them are already pregnant and the rest are working on it with a dedication not usually seen in sentient mammals." Gary lifted his mitt to his mouth and chewed on it thoughtfully. "I'd better... do... some recalculation." I nodded. "You do that. And while you're at it, talk to David about the return trip." "I will. What's your assessment of them today, Ken?" "They're suspicious of us and beholden to us. Some of them don't believe that they owe us nothing for medical assistance. You might want to put them in touch with some of those llerkin college kids and have them talk out their respective situations; they're all in much the same boat. The eldest two trust me, as do some of the youngsters. It's the ones in between-- they either resent this big change in their lives, or they're too bewildered to have caught up with what's happening." He nodded, then gave my shoulder a squeeze. "Thanks. I'll keep you up-to-date on situation." "Do that. By the way, I'm taking one of them with me." "What?" "Lindsay Summer, age 27. She's one of the youngest in the crowd, yet she was also one of the hardest hit with PRAIOR. She met me at breakfast this morning and asked me what I was doing today. She asked if she could come along. I cleared space with Lance. Is there a problem? I could ask her to stay..." "I don't think so..." He looked thoughtful again. "I wanted a chance to mass them all together to talk to them." "I think there's as much of you doing that with the Han as there is of doing it with all the Ssphynx on the planet. Unless it's a matter of species-wide life or death, they're all going to be going off in their own directions." He nodded, then sighed. "I guess I'll have to meet them one at a time." "Best way to do that." "I've got my work cut out for me." "That's why I chose you, Gary. You're the best damned mission commander I've ever met. This is what you do, and since Hyzen '312 you've been doing a kick-ass job of it." "I appreciate that." I recognized that look in his eyes. "Losing Battia still weigh you down?" He shrugged. "A little. I can't imagine someone who wouldn't be bothered by it." He raised his head, tossing his long hair casually. "I'll manage. That's what I do." "Yep. Thanks, Gary. I gotta go check my shuttle." "Thanks for stopping by and briefing me personally, Ken." As I started to head for the door I heard him say "Lance! Illustrate all Han planetside for me. And highlight Rachael Covington if she's down here." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Heavy footsteps told me that the first of my crew had arrived early. "Who's there?" "Who do you think?" "Aaden!" I said, extracting myself from my chair and rushing into his arms. I kissed him hard as we collided, cradling his head in my hand as I pushed him up against the bulkhead of the command deck. "Oh, I missed you!" He laughed and his hands groped for various parts of my anatomy. My free hand returned the favor, and our laughter deepened into hard growls of pleasure. "I missed you, too," he said, kissing my throat, closing teeth on it momentarily. I whimpered under his sharp bite, and when he released he had to steady me to keep me from falling over. "I can't believe you found those people," he said. "That's amazing." "That's all anyone wants to talk about," I said, casting my gaze about the inside of the cabin. "Look, if you want, you can talk to one of them yourself. I've invited--" I paused. I wasn't quite sure how to word it. "Ken?" "You know how one person in a new species becomes my friend, my representative? I've invited the person I want to be that representative to come along on this trip." There. I even admitted it to myself for once. "That should be intriguing," he said. "What's her name?" "Lindsay Summer." "I read the reports. People are talking about the hermaphrodite angle a lot. What does that really amount to?" I shrugged. "Hard to say." "Would I like them?" I glanced out the forward windscreen. "It's a beautiful day, when a young mel's thoughts turn to... Aaden, I can't really answer that question. Most of them look distinctly feminine... wide hips, visible breasts, willowy. On the other hand--" I held my hands a few centimeters apart, hands curled as if grasping something, and lowered my voice to a very conspiratorial whisper-- "Lindsay is hung like a... a... She gives Dao a run for the money." Aaden's ears peaked noticeably. "As big as me?" "Shorter, probably by about four cents," I said. "But thick. Like a sampling bottle or something!" We were interrupted by a voice from the rear hatch. "Hello?" "Who is it?" "Ahned Nite'," came the reply. "Ahned? You're on the manifest?" "In the flesh," the Mustela Onyx beamed as he came onboard, hauling two large duffelbags with him. "You're both going? Great! That'll give me a better chance with the women!" I laughed. "Ahned, I like women too, you know." "Not after fifteen days in space without him, you don't!" he said, waving at Aaden casually. "Everybody thinks they know me," I said with exasperation, tossing my hands into the air. "I'm gonna go do a preflight. Aaden, would you help me?" "Sure," he agreed. "If you close the door," Ahned shouted as he stowed his gear, "I'll tell everyone else that you're, uhm, busy." "Sheesh," I groaned. Fifteen minutes later, we were short two people: Lindsay and a Pamthreat named Ai. They showed up together. "Sorry we were late," Lindsay puffed as she came on board. "You're not. Not yet, at any rate. Okay, strap yourselves in. Ahned, Marie, help them." After announcing all secure, I took to the air. The flight was singularly unexciting. After reaching speed I announced, "This is your captain speaking. We have reached our cruising altitude and velocity; our current ETA is two hours, nineteen minutes. You may now walk about the cabin freely." Although my chatter was commonplace and expected, only Aaden really understood why I chose to deliver it in such an odd patter and voice. The sounds of buckles being undone reached my ears as people stretched and yawned. Marie pulled a pair of variable sunglasses over her eyes and immediately went to sleep. Some of the other people looked like they were ready to do the same, but Lindsay wasn't one of them. I wandered back to sit on the 'taur bench opposite her. "So, what do you think so far?" "It's... I don't know what to call it. It's all so green, so amazing. We're actually flying right now, right?" I smiled. "You know, water falls from the sky here." "I know what rain is!" "But you've never seen it, have you?" Her ears dipped. "No, I haven't. All these wonders... I knew that they existed, out here somewhere, but I never dreamed I'd ever be able to reach for them, touch them." She pointed at Ai. "Like her. There wasn't anything like her on the ship, was there?" "There are only a few Pamthreats on the mission," I said. "And there was one on the ship. Fari was on board, right Lance?" "Yes. But since she chose to spend her time with the executive crew there was little chance for her to mingle with the Han." Lindsay shook her head, looking up at the tall Mephit walking down the aisle. "Who's this?" Aaden reached out a hand. I said, "Lindsay Summer, meet Aaden Shardik, my coimelin of the past five centuries." Lindsay looked puzzled. "Coimelin?" she asked. "That's like... husband, right? Spouse?" "Something like that," Aaden grinned, sitting besides me and kissing my cheek. "What happened to the female you were mated to when the Simple Needs left? P'nyssa Traken?" "She's still part of the family. She's neither pilot nor biologist; she's a doctor and so stays with the medical contingent, healing the broken bones and cuts that are a part of every exploration mission." "Then all three of you are... ?" "A family, yes. A child-rearing unit," I chuckled. "But, you're both males!" "So?" Aaden said. "You can't reproduce!" I opened my hand in a gesture of uselessness. "Can't reproduce with P'nyssa, either; we're all different species. Doesn't mean we can't be family. We raise children that others give birth to, or P'nyssa takes in semen from other males of her own species. We do a damn good job of raising children, too. Right now we have two. Noah is a Ssphynx we adopted, and Sheja is Aaden and Rowan's third child." "Rowan?" "A friend of the family. She enjoys pregnancy but is a lousy mother, and she knows it. So she asks families like ours to do the raising." "Then... do you all..." "We all sleep in the same bed usually. P'nyssa and I are attracted to both sexes, but Aaden here is attracted only to males, right?" He nodded forcefully, as if trying to confirm the truth for himself. I smiled. "We're not monogamous at all, so we have friends in the house, or we're frequently out of the house. We all love each other very much--" I reached over and wrapped my arms around my dear lover-- "and have made a very successful and lively household for five centuries now." Lindsay shook her head. "This is going to take some getting used to. This gender thing, the species and preferences and... I'm going to be dizzy." "Just don't get airsick," Aaden said, holding out a hand. "I... I won't," she said. "Not that kind of dizzy. I just feel like my brain is full and should be allowed to digest before I go get more to stuff it with." I laughed, knowing that feeling very well. "Uhm, this might be rude, but if you're only attracted to males, how do you feel about hermaphrodites?" Aaden rubbed the underside of his muzzle with his knuckles. "I don't know yet. I don't know why I'm only attracted to males. As I see it, my attraction is towards something that is fundamentally masculine, something women don't and can't have. If Han have that fundamentally masculine characteristic, then I probably will be. At the moment, I don't see it, though." "Oh." "Dizzy again?" I asked. She nodded. I reached back into the galley and pulled out a heavy, steel mug and filled it from a small, special bottle I kept back there. "Here, drink this." "What is it?" "White wine. The alcohol will slow down your thought processes a little. It might help." She smiled and gulped a mouth full, gasping as the alcohol slid down her throat. "Ahh, that's good. I hope it helps." "Me, too. Hate to think of a lovely lady like you with a headache." She smiled at me and I felt a diffuse warmth cover me. I liked her company. We sat silently together for a while, the three of us looking out windows and drinking our various drinks. I had grabbed a soda. Aaden broke the silence-- well, not exactly silence, since Ahned snored-- and asked, "Lindsay, do the Han cycle?" "What does that mean?" she asked. I answered the question. "Han cycle on a forty-four day schedule, by their day-lengths. I don't yet know what will happen to them on Pendor. The production of viable sperm is interrupted for only about ninety hours, during which time pregnancy is possible. This lack of production is hard to notice since the Cowper's and prostate glands both continue to function adequately. I imagine a change in taste would be noticed. A significant drop in glandular activity occurs during pregnancy, and that is easily noticed... but then so is morning sickness." "Got it," Aaden said. "Figures you would know those statistics." "Sex, reproduction, parturition those are my life." "Only you would toss in 'I imagine a change in taste would be noticeable,' though." "Oh, I don't know. A lot of 'how to have sex with females' manuals include things like 'common diseases and their warning signs,' and they all list tastes among the symptoms. It's common sense. A long time before something shows up visibly, it's going to be easy to smell and even easier to taste." A beep from the cabin attracted our attention. "Time to land this crate," Aaden said. "Let's go." I walked back with him and took my chair. The weather was slightly overcast, but otherwise comfortable. I landed with no trouble. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Despite the overcast morning, the day turned out quite nice; windblown and cool, but with plenty of sunlight. Lindsay loomed over the entire crew like the unintentional giant she was. Ahned craned his neck to look at her; he barely came up to her midthigh, and I was, not unwillingly, at eye level with her breasts. Aaden noticed this and just shook his head, laughing and covering his eyes with his hand. I slapped him on the arm playfully. "Okay, people," Aaden said, "This is what we're looking for." They assembled around him and he held up a large PADD. "This root system carries what looks like an analog electrical signal. We want to distribute these counters along that system for as far as we can go. Ahned, Marie, Lucis, you're to head that way. Ken, Ai, and I guess Lindsay, you're with me." He looked up. "Hope you don't mind being turned into a pack animal, Lindsay." She shook her head. "I'll do what I can to help." "And you're our pack-shardik, Ken." "Again," I grinned. Being the long-distance hiker in the family, Aaden always let me carry the heavy stuff. Aaden set his watch. "Okay, the profile is straight up. Walk for five hours in that direction, attaching monitors to visible portions of the root system, checking every twenty minutes. Don't disturb anything that could be of interest to bugs. Sleep at dusk, get six hours, head back. Is that clear?" Everyone nodded. "Okay, assemble gear and head out." The day continued to be beautiful, even as our hike took us into some particularly muddy riverbanks and down a slope. The only thing missing from all this was wildlife... again, there was none. We stopped for lunch after three hours and drank from the stream. "Whoof," I said as I dropped the pack. "Can't believe how two weeks have made my feet go soft already." "We're doing pretty well, though," Aaden said. "We've gone ten kilometers already, which is more than I thought we'd make. We'll make twenty by nightfall at this pace. I stared down into the stream, hoping to see some small evidence of fresh-water fish. Not even the smallest tad. I shook my head. "This is so weird." "What?" "The wildlife. There is none. I assume that it takes advanced life to create a space program, but there's nothing here at all above the damned bugs." I sighed. "We'll figure it out eventually." "That we will. Everyone ready to go?" Ai and Lindsay nodded their agreement. "Ai, could you and Lindsay lead on a little. I have something to talk to Ken about. Could you give us some space?" "Sure thing, sir," Ai said from her translator. "Come on, Miss Summer." Ai led Lindsay down, following the stream. I turned to Aaden, smiling. "What?" he asked. "I know," I said as we began following the two fems, keeping them in sight. "WHAT? How?" He snapped his fingers. "Lance!" I shook my head. "He was with me, remember?" "Then you've talked to P'nyssa already?" I shook my head again. "Then how?" he asked. "The towel. When I landed this morning I stopped to look in on you, and you were sleeping together peacefully. Nothing unusual about that. But something about the room bothered me. And then I noticed the practical towel, the one we use to prevent the proverbial wet spot and clean up the messes we make. It was on P'nyssa's side of the bed." "So?" "So... if it had been on your side of the bed, I would have concluded that you had masturbated and used the towel to wipe your fur off afterwards. Nothing unusual about that." "But maybe P'nyssa masturbated," Aaden pointed out. "If she had, her vibrator would have been lying folded in the towel. She does that all the time. If she leaves the towel out, she leaves the vibrator folded in it to keep the carpet clean. If she gets up to clean the toy, she puts the towel in the hamper. But this time, there was no toy. Just a crumpled towel. Therefore, P'nyssa had made love with someone, and the only mel around was you. Everything else just clicked into place." His jaw hung slack. I reached forward and closed it for him. "Ah-hah! Revenge!" I chuckled. "You never cease to amaze me," he said, shaking his head. "Come on. Now that your big secret has been told, let's catch up with the fems. One's a hexaped and the other covers two meters with every stride. We've got some jogging to do." He was still staring at me. "You never cease to amaze me." "You said that already. C'mon!" I trotted off, and after a moment's hesitation he followed. We finally drew camp just as the sun was diving down below the horizon. "You warned me the days were short," Lindsay said, "but this is silly. I feel like I just got up." "Well, you'd better be ready to take a long nap, then," Aaden said, "because it's a long hike home tomorrow." He yawned. I don't think he needed to yawn but was looking for a sympathetic response from her. He got it. I grinned; sadomasochists are such abusers of psychology. "I think I am," she sighed after getting control of her muzzle muscles. "How do you feel?" I asked. "Wonderful," she sighed as she stretched out. "Incredible. Except for my childhood, all of my memories are of being sick. I can't believe I walked twenty kilometers today! My legs hurt, but it's a good hurt, it's healthy." "Good," I nodded. "I'm glad you feel that way. Ai, did you want some help with a sleeping bag?" The Pamthreat shook her head and growled something at me. I suddenly appreciated the polyglot hovering around us; Aaden and I spoke both Quen, Anglic, and Felinzi, but Lindsay knew only Anglic and Ai only Felinzi. Ai had her "hands" and her translator, but that was nothing like really talking to her in her own tongue. I growled something back, and Lindsay jumped slightly. "They're not gonna fight, are they?" she asked Aaden. "Of course not," he said. "That's Felinzi, one of the two languages Pamthreats can learn easily." "How many languages are there on Pendor?" "Almost everybody speaks Quen, so you'll probably want to learn it. About a quarter know Sind, and another quarter know Anglic." Aaden paused, thinking, while I rose to help Ai unravel her pack. "Almost all the felines speak Felinzi, and about a quarter of them speak Uncia as well. Centaurs used to have a unique language but only about half learn it these days; Quen is so much easier to use. Tindals also had a unique language, Nume, but it's in disuse. And I imagine AIs have a separate tongue all their own, but I have no idea what to call it." "We call it Colossus," Lance offered over a radio. "Excuse me?" "Tradition. AI's originally named it the Intersystem Language, but like humans, we shortened it to Colossus and left it at that." I looked up. "I didn't know that." "Well now you do," Lance said. I yawned wide, feeling exhausted. My legs were going to ache in the morning. "I feel as if I've accomplished three impossible things before breakfast. It is time for bed." Lindsay nodded, and so did Aaden. As I slipped into the sleeping bag, Aaden's hands were already upon me. "You're eager," I commented, chuckling. "Two weeks is a long time to go without your attention," he said. I growled my appreciation as his hands grasped me by my ass and pulled me towards him. He mashed his crotch against mine, and the sensation of his erect cock made my own erection grow solid. We rolled within the bag, laughing softly. "Don't run over Ai or Lindsay," I whispered. "I put us somewhere where we won't," he replied, kissing me. Just the taste of him, the feel of his naked body against my skin again, made me feel so good. I needed Aaden the way I needed air. My kisses roamed over his face, getting his fur wet while my hands slid along his legs and cupped his furry ballsac, squeezing gently. He growled. "So," I hummed gently, "What is my favorite mel in the mood for?" "Well," he said, kissing my chest, "I could fuck you--" "That sounds good," I interrupted. "Or you could fuck me--" "That sounds just as good," I continued. "Given a choice of the two..." I slid down the length of his body until I reached his cock and glided my mouth over the head, sliding down the length of his shaft until the tip nestled in the back of my throat. My mouth knew the shape of his cock like it knew its own tongue; I had sucked Aaden to orgasm often enough to be able to draw it with my eyes closed simply by imagining the feel of my tongue against the skin. A satisfied "Urrmm..." came from his voice as his fingers weaved themselves into my long hair, holding me in place. My tongue slid along the frictionless, satin smoothness of his skin as the head butted against the back of my throat. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and then gently eased the head of his cock past my glottal stop and down my throat. Aaden's growl grew a little louder. I knew how to tease Aaden, and did so with all the experience years of loving him had given me. I reached all the way down until my lips were tugging at the furred ringing of his sheath, pulling on it, then back until I was swirling my tongue around the head. He squirmed under my ministrations, enjoying ever torturous minute, until finally I released him completely. "What?" he gasped. "Roll over," I said, adding meaning to my words by grabbing his hips and pulling him towards me until he was lying on his stomach. I crawled between his legs and pulled his tail up and out of the way, bending down to kiss him gently between those lovely cheeks of his. "Oh!" he gasped again as my lips sought deeper into that darkened cave, formed by his two asscheeks and the drop of his tail. Probing deeper into that crevasse, I found his musky asshole and nuzzled it with my nose for a few minutes before extending my tongue and licking at it. He moaned louder as my tongue probed a little more forcefully at that tightened sphincter, teasing it open by millimeters. In truth, I was only trying to get him wet and slippery enough to fuck him, and when he was that ready, I rose up the length of his body and pressed my erection between the cheeks of his ass. "Oh, yessss," he gasped. "Yes, Ken, please..." "I like people polite enough to say 'please,'" I said, laughing gently as I eased my cock into his asshole. He opened up for me and I felt my cock slide completely into his warm, willing body. Once my hips pressed down against his butt, though, he tightened his hole around my cock to hold me in place and it was my turn to moan to tell him how I appreciated it. I began slowly, getting my stride and judging my length. His asshole gripped my cock and massaged the shaft with every stroke, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine. I reveled in the feel of his hard butt every time my hips connected with them. "Harder," my lover whispered. I began thrusting into him in earnest, filling his ass with my hard cock and going as deep as I could. He gasped as my thrusting grew harder and harder, shoving into him, pushing him down against the ground. It had been two weeks since I had last seen him and I buried my face in the fur of his back, kissing him as I jabbed into his asshole over and over. A prickly kind of pleasure spread over my face as I grew hotter and hotter. It spread down the back of neck and slowly covered my shoulders. It felt wonderful, and a moment later I groaned as I exploded and shot my semen deep into Aaden's sweet, experienced asshole. I gasped as I slid out and allowed him to turn over. "Miss me?" I asked. He pulled me into his grasp and held me close. "A lot. And I missed that. You're still as good as ever. You take so long to come!" "You're not exactly quick on the trigger either," I replied, nuzzling him. "Come on, we've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow. Let's get some sleep." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- As we walked back to the shuttle, Aaden asked Ai and Lindsay to walk ahead a short distance so we could talk again. "What's up?" I asked as they stepped out of hearing range. "I had a... realization while we were fucking last night," he said. "I stopped being a homosexual five centuries ago." "How so?" I asked, intrigued. "Ken, when I moved in with you and Nyss I stopped being--" He held up his fingers in a gesture I frequently used to symbolize quotes-- "a homosexual. I became your lover, your friend, Nyss's friend, a father... hmm, a father. Never dreamed of that before I met you. But in being Nyss's friend, and in learning to lover her, I stopped worrying about my... I stopped thinking of myself as Aaden Satpulov, Homosexual. I'd always thought about myself that way in the past. It was part and parcel of what I was, being entirely homosexual. Sure, I was a botanist and a pilot and a sadomasochist, but even in Rhysh a lot of my import came from the knowledge that I was one of those rare people who never left the all-male quarters. Now I'm a, how did Lindsay say it, a husband, a father, a professional, a sadomasochist, and those are all a lot more important to me than my identity as a homosexual." "Interesting," I said. "But I still say you're not about to go off chasing 'babes.'" He laughed. "No fucking way on the entire fucking Ring. That's not what's happened. I'm still a man's man... except where P'nyssa Traken is concerned." As we walked a little faster to catch up with the fems, he said, "You know, your legend is now complete. I've been told a few times that you can make a heterosexual man consider another man-- namely you-- for the first time, between your good looks and your passionate defense of bisexuality. Now you've gone the other way, and made a homosexual man look at a woman and understand." "No, Aaden, you always understood. You just took a long time to admit it to yourself." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- We reached the shuttle an hour before dusk. The other team had not yet arrived, so we sat out under the warm sun and traded life stories. Ai's was a quick one, seeing as she was only about fifty, but it was still a fascinating tale. Lindsay surprised us with her knowledge of acting and theatre; she was able to sing Gilbert and Sullivan and had a sweet voice for doing so. I chuckled and sang along on what little of the stuff we both knew in common. Aaden and I talked Shakespeare and Sophocles, both of which I am an avid fan of, and Aaden can enjoy a well-told Sophocles better than most. As dusk fell, Ahned's voice carried through the woods. "Hi, ho, hi, ho!" he sang, and as he approached I could see him waving through the woods. Marie and Lucis were with him, and all three looked as bedraggled as they possibly could. "What happened to you?" I asked. Lucis, a tall femSatryl, answered. "I fell into a river and got swept away. If it weren't for Marie and Ahned here, I would have drowned!" "It's true," Ahned said. "She was in real trouble. She was trying to plant a sensor on a root-stem that actually seemed to go under the river. I thought it was important. Then she fell in, and I had to rescue her. Lucis tossed us a line, but it was a real adventure." "Sounds like it," I agreed. "Why didn't you call?" "We talked to Lance about it, but since we had worked it out I didn't see why we should bother you," Lucis replied. "Well," I said, looking them over. "It's good to see you're all alive. Come on, let's head home." I checked the shuttle over as the others packed in. "Home and a shower in two and a half hours," I announced. The shuttle rose slowly from the planet's surface and in minutes we were headed back to camp. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Asking Samuel Journal Entry 213 / 00916 Anar, Narquel 02, 00916 September 23, 2800 "I'm not sure if I like these facilities better than those of a major docking facility," Tasha growled softly as she pulled the ship up against one of the cargo-handling stations of Terra. "At least there I know I've got control of the ship, and the small-ship facilities are a hundred meters away." "It's tradition," David said, smiling. "Tradition, Hell," Tasha said. "It just gives me anxiety and raises the dockage prices." "I know," David said. He took off his headphones and tossed them up onto the co-pilot's station. "Come on, let's go see what we can move. We've got a hold full of mail and history. Let's get it to the right people." Tasha followed him down to the main loading ramp, a huge circular arrangement that opened up onto the main loading deck of the station. David looked out into the deck, thinking that anywhere in the galaxy, a warehouse was a warehouse. The other three docking rings of this station were currently empty, a fact which surprised David very little; Terra was rapidly on its way to being little more than an interstellar curiosity. "Home," some people called it. "Sometimes, children grow up and leave home." "Excuse me, David?" Tasha asked. "Nothing, Tasha. Come on, let's find the stationmaster." It didn't take long; the stationmaster was also out to find them, and a few minutes later he strolled across the deck. David thought the long, flowing full-circle red robe with gold trimming to be appropriately ostentatious. Tasha leaned over and growled, "He looks like a priest." "Gatekeeper to the realm," David agreed, speaking out of one side of his muzzle. "Ah, Captain Elohim. How are you? I'm Marcus Aurelium, your stationmaster. I understand you have some... national treasures to return?" "Yes," David said, feeling the smell of money exude from Aurelium. "We have some exhibits from the Museum of Natural History in Washington, D.C. to return. They've been on exhibit at the Xenohistorical Museum of Pendor." He reached into his pocket and turned over a small memory chip. "That has all the details." "Excellent," Aurelium chimed. "Your payment will be eight hundred and twenty two thousand u-dollars." "In barter." "Excuse me?" Aurelium asked, surprised. "In parts barter," David replied, calmly. "I expect eight hundred thousand of that in commodity items. I'm on my way to Wisdom, and I want an appropriate cargo to carry with me. U-dollars are not accepted outside of TCS." Aurelium swallowed. "I'll see what I can do." "Do that," David smiled, enjoying his role as a heathen. "Or else I have permission from both museums to withhold the exhibit until such time as sufficient payment is made." "I understand." "I bet you do," David replied. "Now then, when I can secure groundside passage for my crew?" "There's a passenger shuttlecraft every other day," Aurelium said, nervously glancing at a display he carried. "It should arrive in about fourteen hours." "Good. Tasha, please help me secure the ship." "My pleasure." Katckin and Neorat turned and reentered The Rat's Asking. As the passenger loading door closed behind them, David barked out a short laugh. "I can't stand these humans they have nowadays." "What does that mean?" Patricia, a human on his crew, asked as she walked up the gangway. "The groundsiders. Even the ones who make it to orbit but no further. There's something so... simple about them. You pull on their strings and they dance for you," David said, miming the action with his hands. "That one," he said, hooking a thumb over his shoulder, "Acted as if he held the keys to heaven and we were trying to take them away from him." "I wonder if it wasn't that he was faced with a very independent pair of 'morphs," Tasha said. "I mean, this ship is yours, David. The registry mentions no bank, no patron, nothing. It has your name and nothing else. You don't even pay taxes on it. It has no AI, which sometimes screams 'pirate,' but everybody knows your record is completely spotless. And me, well, I'm just registered as your killer tough kitty navigator." David stared at Tasha, then Patricia, who stifled a giggle behind her hand. "You two..." he said, shaking his head. "We have a ship to get cleaned up. Let's go." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Chico, man, you got a tuxedo to be my best man?" "What the Hell do I need a tuxedo for on a starship?" the short Asian human asked as he unbuckled his seat harness. "I'll rent one someday. I'm a doctor, not a soap-opera star." David grinned as he pulled the keys from the rented airvan. "There it is." "Where do your parents live?" Denni asked, staring across the wide grass at the enormous building before them. "There!" David said. "All of it belongs to them." "That's all of it?" Denni asked. "That's Elohim Manor?" David nodded. "It was one of the hardest things I ever did, getting away from them. I raised every last udollar to buy the Asking by myself. I had to fight with them every step of the way to make sure that they would let me take the Merchanter classes, and when I told them I was going into debt to buy her, Mom said they'd buy it for me. I still have that money in a bank somewhere in Switzerland." "You didn't return it?" Denni asked. "I'm surprised." "I'm not stupid. I have pride, and I've known success. But I may need that money someday." Denni nodded. David sighed and opened his door, clambering out onto the graveled driveway. "Fall out, crew. We're home." "My God," Marder said, looking around. "The last time I saw a place like this, it was in a porn vid!" "Why does that figure?" Patricia asked. David debated breaking up the needle match between the two humans, but decided that so far it hadn't hurt anything. The more he thought about it, though, the more he thought Marder just didn't need to be a part of his crew. Chico clapped him on the shoulder. "So, you're rich, man." "Rich is relative," David said. "I'm rich with the ship and you guys. My parents measure rich relative to humanity. They're doing better than most, so they think they're rich." "It's pretty, anyway," Chico said, shrugging. "I dunno, man, I don't think I'm going to be a spacer forever." He gestured, encompassing the building before them. "Someday, man, to retire to place like this. To have roboservers named Jeeves bringing me two P.M. tea and biscuits. To put my feet up and have beautiful Negro women feed me grapes and roll around in bed with." He laughed. "In my wildest dreams." "Might happen," David said. "You just really have to want it." A small robobutler floated out to where they stood. Chico, who had been watching the house closely, noticed it first, and tapped David on the shoulder. "Excuse me, sirs," it said in clipped, properly British tones, "You will have to remove yourselves and your vehicle from the premises." David walked up to the butler. "I am David Elohim. Please inform Master Samuel that his son is here to see him." Despite lacking a face with which to show expression, the robot seemed to pause momentarily. "Master Samuel has been informed. I assume the rest of the party is yours?" "Yes." "Please, follow me. Rooms are being prepared. How many will you require?" David counted. "Six." "Very good, sir." The robot led them into the house, where the butler said, "Please remain here. Someone will see to you shortly." David glanced around at the cold, white marble flooring and wall paneling that made up most of the anteroom. The floor was covered in a white fur rug, which David remembered was vat-grown mink's skin. The light was fluorescent, which lent a harsh tinge to the already chilled atmosphere. A recessed statuary against the wall to his left was walled with mirrors which only served to reflect the harsh whiteness. "Daaaavid!" A feminine voice echoed off the ceiling, and David snapped his head up to see his mother walking down the stairs, a long cigarette in her hand. She walked down the stairs slowly, as if analyzing the visual effect of each and every step she took. When she reached the landing, she walked across the mink rug just as slowly. "You've come home." , "Only for a little bit, Ma," he said, bashfully. "I, um, I don't think you've ever met my crew." "Why, no," she said. "Who are these people?" David pointed. "This is Patricia, my second of engineering and chief accountant. Tasha, my chief pilot and navigator. Marder, engineering. Chico, ship's records, medical and science officer, and the best cook I've ever had. And this is Dennielle, who's my engineering chief." He took a deep breath and said, "And I've asked her to be my wife." The femNeorat turned to look at Dennielle closely. "David, you're joking." "No, Mother. Dennielle and I intend to get married the old fashioned way. We want your permission, and I want to ask you for permission to do it on the house grounds." "She's a... a..." "Mephit is the appropriate term, Miss Elohim," Denni offered. "Carioch," the femNeorat said coldly. "Excuse me?" "We Rats do not carry our patriarchal names only. My name is Jessica Carioch." "Oh," Denni said, taken aback. "I'm... I'm sorry." "We'll have to take this up with Samuel, surely," Jessica said. "He will have a few words on the matter." "That depends on what the words are going to be," a new voice introduced itself. "How are you, son?" "Father!" David said, crossing the room and giving a large, strong-looking Neorat a warm and familiar hug. "I'm doing well, thank you for asking." He paused, making the introductions all the way around, until he reached Dennielle. He took a deep breath and introduced her the same way. "Samuel," David's mother said, "Surely you're not going to give this your blessing." "Shut your mouth, Jessica," the melRat said calmly. "You should know by now we never talk David out of anything, so we may as well give him our blessing and let him be on his way." "And, what about having the wedding here?" she asked, critically. "Oh, sure, sure," Samuel smiled. "We haven't had a good party on the Elohim grounds in, oh, four or five years, I think." He walked over and stood in front of Denni. "So tell me, young lady, aside from being just one more Pendorian, do you have any pedigree worth speaking of?" "Dad," David said calmly. "If we have the wedding here..." "Shut up, son. I asked the lady. If you're going to marry her, she'd damn well be able to speak for herself." Denni took a deep breath. "My father is Aaden Satpulov Shardik, a Tleil. My mother was Rowan Masters Shardik, also a Tleil." "Entirely second generation, eh?" The NeoRat examined her closely. "Like my son here. How old are you, to be a second generation Mephit?" "Eighty-four years old." "That all?" Samuel asked, surprised. "Didn't know Tleils were still having babies like that. Are they real Tleils?" "Excuse me?" "You know, the first one hundred. Sometimes, you'll catch one of the hrair calling themselves Tleil instead." "Yes sir. Both are legitimate Tleils." "Good, good. Now, did I hear you calling yourself a Shardik?" "Yes, sir. Aaden Shardik is my father." Samuel smiled and turned to his wife. "There you go, Jessica. If we hold the wedding here, you have a good chance of getting Ken Shardik to come to the wedding, and that'd be one damn fine coup in your cap, right?" "Dad, you're mixing metaphors again. It's either a coup d'etat, or a feather in your cap." "Shut up, son." Samuel looked over the assembled guests. "Well, Jeeves here will show y'all to your rooms. David, I assume at this point you're sleeping with the young lady already, so unless someone from your crew isn't here, I don't see why you asked for six rooms." "Because, Dad, the groom shouldn't see his bride the day before the wedding." "Wedding's not for two weeks, son. We need time to prepare. Consider it downtime. I'll see that your ship is tended too." "Dad..." "Not another word, David. Damn your Elohim pride, son, and let your old man at least give you a vacation." David swallowed. "Sure thing, Dad." "Besides, I'll just take the money out of 2687." "Dad!" David said, shocked. "How dare you access my Swiss bank account." "Son, it's my money anyway." Samuel smiled a secret smile. "I'm only joking with you son. You wouldn't let me buy you The Asking, and I've never told you this, but I'm damn proud of what you managed without me. And I won't touch your nest capsule." "I appreciate it, Dad. Thanks." "It's what children are for, David. Jeeves! Show these guests to their rooms. They will be here for fifteen days. And see to it that they are well tended to." "Of course, sir." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Your mother doesn't like me," Denni said for the fifth time that day. "Mom doesn't like anybody," David replied. "She exists to impress people, to prove to them that even though she's a Rat, she's as important as they are. She measures success strictly by social status." "Madame will look lovely," the shopkeeper standing to Denni's left said as he adjusted the bow at the front of her dress. "I don't know," David said. "I don't think that's really quite your style. Go with something silly." "Perhaps a faux hoop skirt would do the trick?" the shopkeeper asked, holding out something from one of the racks. "I am afraid that fashions for Skunks are not something we are readily equipped to deal with." "How about that?" Denni asked, pointing to a solid silk arrangement. "Oh, Madame, I am sure you would be beautiful in that." "Let me see what I would look like with it on." The image surrounding her shifted, and instantly she was wearing the dress she had pointed out. She reached up and 'adjusted' the veil until it was over her eyes. "I don't think these were made with muzzles in mind." "We can shorten it until it just covers the eyes," the shopkeeper added. "Muzzles, at least, we are familiar with. It is your build and coloration we find unique. Viola'!" Denni looked at herself in the mirror. Although the head covering did tend to detract from the overall view, when she pushed the veil back she had to admit that the dress did indeed make her look very pretty. "I think we'll take this one." "Very well, Madame." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Now this is decompression," Tasha murred as she hoisted the mug to her face. "I dunno how you do it, David. That house is so big and lonely. After a week in there, I'm already goin' stir crazy." "But a beerfest in Germany?" David asked. "It was only a short hop away. The airvan made it without even a refuel," she pointed out. David noticed that her speech was slurring after only one glass. He glanced around. Tasha had managed to find one of the rawest, crudest taverns in all of Berlin. He didn't recall its even having a name; it was just a basement hole in the wall sequestered off from other holes in the wall by basic cement. The clientele looked none-too-pleasant either, a side effect of Berlin's old spaceport. The tables they had been seated at were tiny; He, Denni and Tasha had taken one, and Patricia, Marder, and Chico another right next to them. Of all of them, Patricia looked the most nervous. David leaned back and whispered, "What's into you?" "Have you seen those five thugs over in the corner? It's like an infantry squad. They're waiting for something." "Patricia, you're being paranoid," he said softly. "No, I'm not!" she hissed back. "It's not paranoia if something's really about to blow up!" "Just calm down, okay?" "Look," she said. "I'm just your accountant. This is why I don't go barhopping with you guys usually." David nodded, patted her on the shoulder, and turned his attention back to Denni, who seemed to be reading something with a great deal of interest. So far, they had not been disturbed by other patrons. "Oh, my God," he heard Patricia murmur behind him, and then he felt a tap on his shoulder. "See?" she said. "I told you." Another crowd of six men walked into the bar and began to approach the five Patricia had pointed out earlier. David had to agree with Patricia on this count; the testosterone was so thick he could smell it from where he sat. Other patrons left hurriedly, anticipating trouble. From each group, one man, each apparently the leader of his 'gang,' separated and approached the other. David watched intently as the two men sat at one of the tiny tables and merely glared at each other, balefully. "You guys can sit and watch," Patricia said. "I'm going to go where it's safe." She slid her chair back and slipped under the table, disappearing behind the dangling tablecloth. "Where's she going?" Tasha asked. "She's convinced that if a fight breaks out, under the table is safer than up here." David continued to watch the two men intently, then out of the corner of his eye motion attracted his attention. Marder, who had always had something of a running battle of wits with Patricia, slipped his hands down under the tablecloth and just sat there, grinning evilly. David laughed, and a chuckle ran around the table. He wasn't sure what happened underneath Patricia's table, but suddenly he heard a THUMP! against it, and then Marder reached up, grabbed a napkin, and slid it under the table again. "This is too good to pass up," Tasha said. She pulled a pen from her pocket and scribbled something onto a napkin. "David, hand this to Marder." David glanced at the note, which read "She doesn't swallow, does she?" He fought hard not to laugh as he handed it to Marder. Marder did laugh out loud, and then held it up for Chico to see. His timing couldn't have been more perfect; Chico had just raised a glass to his lips, and just as he read the note he laughed hard enough to spray beer all over the table. "Chico!" Denni complained. "Do you mind?" "Sorry," he said, still giggling as he wiped his mouth. David glanced over at the two parties. but apparently in the commotion over Patricia whatever had been the problem had been resolved. Both parties got up and walked out. Whether to fight it out or towards peace, David didn't know and he figured he never would. "Patricia," he said. "It's over. You can come out now." Patricia climbed out from under the table slowly, looking over in the direction where the two gangs had been, and finding them missing, stood up. "Okay, what was all that laughing about?" she demanded, irritated. Marder glanced up at her and said "We were just discussing an aspect of your personal development that you hadn't achieved yet." Chico and Tasha collapsed, laughing. Patricia walked around to stand in front of Marder. "What? What aspect?" Completely deadpan, and timed just as Chico had again lifted a stein to his face, Marder said "You don't swallow, do you?" Chico again sprayed beer all over the table, and Patricia's face grew hot and red. "Swallow?" she demanded. "I don't swallow WHAT?" Marder merely shrugged, smiling. "Marder, I don't swallow wha..." She suddenly realized what he had been talking about, and what she had been shouting about in a tavern full of people. "Marder, you are dead," she hissed, then tears welled in her eyes, and she ran for the bathroom. "I'd better go see to her," Tasha said. "That got a little out of hand." David nodded, and sighed. The situation between Marder and Patricia had always been sticky, and he worried that someday it was going to explode. Of the two of them, Patricia was the most competent at her job, but Marder was the more stable of the two, and he was split with the decision of asking which of them to not renew their contract. After a few minutes, Patricia returned back to the table and sat down. It was obvious she had been crying. Marder managed to surprise both her and David, however, by reaching across the table and putting his hand over hers. "Pat, I'm sorry. That was really uncalled for." She smiled a little. "I... That's okay. I guess I was acting a little paranoid. I'm sorry for being silly." "Not silly," Denni said. "You did what you felt you had to do. It's okay, really." "Besides, Pat," Tasha said. "I'm the one who originally wrote the note." "You?" Patricia said. "Oh, you just wait." "Hey," David said. "You know the rules about practical jokes on my ship. That extends to my home, too. You all got that?" They all nodded. "Good," he continued. "The needle matches and the dozens are okay. Tonight the word battle got a little out of hand, but I want you all to be professionals as well as friends. Marder, that's the first time I've ever heard you apologize for anything you've ever said, and I'm impressed. Now, I'm supposed to get married in a week. Let's behave ourselves until then." He sat back in his chair and didn't wait for response. Denni leaned over and whispered, "Headache?" David nodded. "Little one." "Want to head back home?" He nodded again, and then he and Denni stood up. "Look, folks, we're heading back to EM. Anyone coming with us?" They all stood up. David smiled; a two-hour drive just to sit in a bar for two hours, then another two-hour drive back home. It was something that could only appeal to spacers. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The day of the wedding hadn't come too soon for David. His headaches were rapidly getting worse to the point where Chico was giving him painkillers regularly and Denni had forced him into the bathtub last night for over two hours while she sat behind him and rubbed his back. His mother was simultaneously ecstatic and annoying. The party was already enormous; six hundred people were expected to attend. Nicolette Turbane, the eldest Neorat still alive, was expected to attend, as well as her mate Francis Foco. Debra Mondino, current head of the United Nations of Terra, had RSVP'd as well. And although few people were aware of it, Kennet Shardik would be bringing a large party as well. People began to filter in through the front doors; they were led down an aisle to the back of the house, where the wedding was to be held at noon, sharp. It was already eleven o'clock, and the crowd had swelled appreciably. The Rabbi, a short balding man, looked uncomfortable as he was introduced to both the bride and groom. Despite philosophical disagreements with the arrangement, he saw no reason not to welcome Denni into a union with a member of his faith, and finally agreed to perform the ritual. A shadow passed over the crowd, and everybody looked up, surprised to watch as a small, disc-shaped spaceship came to a halt overhead. It slowly descended, disappearing behind the bulk of the Manor. A stir arose in the crowd still entering the building, and then everybody stood as the doorman loudly announced, "Kennet, Aaden, and P'nyssa Shardik. Paul, Carroll, and Conrad Lewis. Ress, Maha, and Bawr Mahn. Nance Narrone. David Majors." The names went on for a while, and David became dizzy thinking about who from Pendor was standing in the building. Two of the people on the list of twenty who walked through the door caught David's eye. Dressed in immaculate black tuxedos, they were not of any species; they appeared to be robots. One was of a silvery color and a distinctly masculine shape, the other of reflective obsidian and a much more feminine description, and they moved with the surprising grace and ease. His curiosity got the better of him, and he remembered hearing David Majors on the list of names read aloud. He walked over to the "male" one. "David?" "David?" he replied, smiling back at him. "You seem well from the last time I saw you." "I, uhm, how are you here?" "The ship back there has a long-range FTL receiver back to Pendor, where my mental housing is. Up here," he tapped his skull, "is the short-range radio by which I'm run." David nodded. "I'm glad you made it." "As am I," the AI replied calmly. "I am distinctly uncomfortable in this role, because time is compressed for me; back on Pendor I'm receiving only a fraction of the data I could be using interactively, and will have to process all of my impressions later. But I would not have missed Dennielle's wedding for any reason." David nodded. "Excuse me," he said. "I have other guests to greet." "Of course," the AI replied. David walked away from the two robots, feeling dizzy. He was not at all surprised to see the Pendorians swamped with would-be conversants. He retreated into the kitchen, where the caterers were busily preparing the reception dinner. Through the rear doors, he made his way upstairs to his father's office. He rapped on the door. "Come in, son," the voice inside said. "You haven't come down to see the guests, Dad," David said as he eased the door opened and walked in. The office was another one of those rooms that showed ostentatious aging; lined with oak bookshelves, a model globe of the Earth in one corner, and a large oak desk behind which his father sat. The desk was set facing the side wall, so that his father didn't seem to be sitting 'behind' it when people entered the room. He felt it made him seem more accessible. Samuel turned around. "I take it all that noise was the Pendorian contingent arriving?" David nodded. "David Majors even came with them. The Lewises and the Mahns are here too." He walked over to the window and glanced down at the front lawn, now scattered with airbuses and the Pendorian contingent's starship. He noted the Huffman aiming laser and its surrounding receptor dish at the top of the ship pointed straight up. "Nervous, are you?" Samuel asked. "Dad, why do you and Mom stay together when you're so different?" Samuel looked a little surprised by the question, then said, "Because believe it or not she's not the woman you see down there. When we're alone, when she's not fired by her hatred of humanity, she's a very sweet and wonderful woman." David glanced down at his father, surprised. "Oh, yes, she hates all of humanity with a passion you wouldn't believe. That little secret your lovely fiancee' told you is what fires her hatred, and one of the reasons we never told you about Alpha Team's influence in our genesis. I think Jessica would be happier if you married a Rat, David, but at least Denni isn't human. "People show their hatreds in different ways, David. Your mother's favorite method is contempt. When the Lord and Lady Elohim bequeathed us this house, your mother hated them because she thought she would never get it. When they killed themselves five years later, she hated them because they were too cowardly to continue living." Samuel looked around. "Love is what keeps me and your mother together, David, but hatred is what keeps her alive." He glanced at a monitor that jutted out from the surface of his desk. "She must be going crazy with conflicting desires now that Shardik is here." David nodded. "Do you think I'm making the right decision?" Samuel smiled. "Yes." "That's it? No advice, no words of wisdom?" "I have never been able to tell you how to live your life, son. You've never listened anyway. You're making the right decision for you, kid, and that's all I need to tell you." "Thanks." He paused for a second. "Still want to be a spacer?" "Yes, Dad," David smiled, his eyes alight. "That is never going to change." "I guess the house goes to Olivia then." "Someday," David smiled, then looked out the window. "Speaking of which..." "She's arrived?" Samuel asked, rising from his desk. "So she has, so she has. Come, let's go greet our blood, flesh and genes." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- David nervously looked up into Dennielle's face. While a tiny corner of his brain screamed "Why are you doing this?" in painful falsetto, the rest of him kept right on with his initial plans. He swallowed hard and said, "I do." The Rabbi smiled. "On this day, October twelfth in the year two thousand eight hundred, I pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "So what's it like being married?" Shardik asked. David smiled, then lowered his voice to a just-between-us voice. "It's a little like buying your first starship. I'm suddenly aware that I now have two very difficult creatures I call 'her' to take care of." Shardik laughed. "I suppose that's one way of looking at it. You will take care of her, David." He clapped David on the shoulder. "I believe in you. By the way, if I ever have need of an experienced interstellar captain, can I call on you?" David smiled. "Sure," he said. "I don't see why not." "Thanks," Shardik said, smiling in a peculiar fashion. David suddenly wondered if he'd written that legendary voucher he was going to regret later. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Tiredly, David and Dennielle climbed the stairs to their bedroom together. Still dressed in the formalwear they had suffered the day through, they stumbled into the room together, laughing as they bumped shoulders against one another in the doorway. David finally closed the door behind them, resting his head against the doorframe as it shut with a satisfying click. He turned slowly and saw Denni fumbling with her clothing. "Want help?" "Would you?" she asked. He roused himself from his lean and reached up. "You'll have to sit down on the bed," he said. "I can't reach the top of your dress from here." He smiled, thinking that maybe he should have married someone a little shorter, or maybe he should be a little taller himself. She sat down and he crawled onto the bed to get behind her. He began by finding the ridiculously tiny clasps that held her top closed and undoing each of them. There were nearly two dozen of them, and by the time he was done he began to appreciate the purpose of the wedding dress. Not only was he frustrated, he was also excited. He laughed aloud when he realized his hands were shaking. "David?" "Huh?" he asked, looking up nervously. "Why are you laughing?" "My hands are shaking. I can't wait to get you out of this dress. I mean, I have... I can't believe I'm your husband now. It feels so weird." He reached around her waist and pulled the bow loose. It fell about her, and he tossed it on the floor. She reached forward with her arms and pulled the top of the dress off; underneath she wore a corset, complete with whalebone supports. David saw more of the tiny clasps he had already opened and sighed. He started on those as well. As he opened up the last clasp, it nearly sprang away from him and fell to the floor. He smiled and reached around, running his small hands along the undersides of her soft, large breasts. She sighed. "Oh, that feels good." "I can't believe we've held off for two weeks," David said. "I can," Denni sighed. "It's been worth it." David felt her body shiver as his hands caressed her nipples, which hardened under his touch. Her hands reached down and back, caressing his knees and thighs through the material of his tuxedo. David reached down and found the zipper that bound her skirt, sliding it down beneath her hips. "Okay," David said, "Stand up." Denni stood up and, with her back still to David, slipped the dress down over her hips and tail, dropping it to the floor. David's heart jumped as for the first time in two weeks he saw Denni unclothed. "God, I missed this sight," he said. She turned around and giggled. "That's what the dress is for," she said. "It makes it feel like you're unwrapping a present." "Well, it works!" he said. She giggled and leaned over, her full breasts dangling in front of his eyes. "Now, let me undo you." "Do I have to keep my hands to myself?" "Just don't get in the way," she laughed. He nodded as she pulled loose the bowtie around his neck, slipping it off and tossing it on the floor with her wedding dress. Her hands worked down the studs of his shirt, tossing each one of them onto the dress as well. She slowly pushed his shirt open, caressing the soft fur that lay underneath. "David, have I ever told you you're beautiful?" "Not quite that way, my love. But I'll take it as a compliment." She laughed and attacked his cummerbund, then his pants. As she pulled down on the zipper, she giggled. "What's this?" she asked, caressing the hard lump she felt through his pants. "It's a gift," David replied, smiling. Surreptitiously, he kicked off his shoes; they hurt. "Why don't you finish unwrapping it and find out?" She nodded. "Your turn to stand." David got up off the bed, and his pants fell to the floor; he stepped out of them. She reached down and tugged on his underwear, and it slipped down just as easily until it dangled on the tip of his tail. He shook it off. "Well," she said, stroking him between his now-naked legs, "That certainly is quite a gift." He gasped as her hand encircled his sex. "I bet." He retreated from her, climbing back onto the bed. "Come here, my wife." "Gladly, my husband." She smiled, then crawled across the bed to join David, lying down next to him and cuddling close. Her hands stroked his body tiredly. David found his excitement rising as she touched him. He had missed her so much the past two weeks; at least on board the Asking they had been cuddling close to one another, even if they had put off lovemaking since Pendor. David reflected with surprise and realized that during the entire past two weeks he hadn't even masturbated once. Denni snuggled closer, her head on his chest. His free arm reached around and scratched the fur along her back. He found all of the simple things about her, like her fur and her breathing, so alluring by themselves. She giggled. "I should do something about that." "About what?" David asked. "About that," she said again, raising her head and squirming down the bed until her muzzle touched the tip of his sex. He moaned, his excitement erasing all the sensations of exhaustion that had gone with the ceremony all day long. A soft roar overhead told him that the Pendorian contingent had just left. It registered dimly in his spacer's brain as Denni took all of his shaft into her Mephit muzzle. "Oh, Denni," he gasped. She didn't say a word, but suckled softly on his sex, her warm mouth surrounding him. He stroked her fur idly as she caressed him with her tongue; when she took his entire shaft into her mouth, down to the hilt, he moaned aloud; so many different sensation, so many different things to feel; the tightness of her throat, the softness of her tongue, the warmth of her body. And love, for he did love her more than he could have possibly imagined before meeting her. She moaned herself as she caressed his sex with her tongue, and David looked down to watch her head bob back and forth slowly. He felt close to orgasm already, but she managed to keep it at bay by building slowly, backing off when it got to be too much. David could feel his testicles tightening against his body, and he knew that unless she stopped completely he was going to climax soon. He said so. She ignored him, her mouth suckling his sex, dragging out in tight, almost painful suction as she pulled back until just the head was in her mouth, then dove downwards, taking it all again. Her hand cupped his testicles, and David squirmed against the bed as his climax drew closer. His thoughts were incoherent, and his hands trembled as his climax became closer and closer. The tension in his thighs and calves grew. "So close," he whispered. "So close." Her mouth suckled him harder, her head bobbing faster. She wanted him to come in her mouth, and he wanted to oblige her. His body shook, and then became still; even his breathing stopped, and he knew he was right there on the edge. "Ohhh..." He gasped aloud, moaning uncontrollably as he came, shooting his seed into her mouth. He could feel her throat working against the head of his cock, swallowing as thick jets of semen, two weeks' worth, shot out of him. She managed to get it all. "Oh, God, Denni..." She finally looked up and smiled. "Yes, David?" "That was incredible." She slid back up to where she had lain a few minutes earlier. "I'm glad you liked it." "Liked it?" he said, sitting up. "LIKED IT?" He growled softly. "I'll show you how much I 'liked' it." He slid down the bed until he lay between her legs. "I should always return a favor, right?" "A good spacer remembers his debts," she giggled. "Damn right," David said. He leaned down and licked at the soft fur that covered her pudenda. "At least, he should try and return in kind." She slid her legs further apart, and he looked down. The sight of her cunny had fascinated him, and it still did; the pink flesh just seemed to open up for him as his small rattongue licked her labia. She moaned as he found the hood of her clitoris, licking rapidly. He reminded himself to slow down; he did have a tendency to be overeager. His mouth probed her vulva, licking the silky fur of her outer labia, then sliding in to the equally silky skin of her inner lips as well, before sliding down to the musky depths of her cunt, tasting the juices that seemed to spill out of her. Then he slid back up to her clitoris, which was budding just a little beneath its hood. She was sensitive there, and he avoided her clitoris directly, concentrating instead on her hood and the skin surrounding it. She squirmed and moaned at his tongue's wet touch. "Oh, David," she moaned. "You're so good at that." David didn't know if that was true; sex, especially oral sex, was something he had never thought of himself as skilled at. If she believed so, though, he wasn't about to contradict her. His tongue flicked slowly against her lips, and the smell that filled his nostrils made him dizzy with lust. He felt his erection return, and his desire to get inside her struck him full force, but he wanted to see her climax first, he wanted to watch her moan the way she had made him moan. Her body tensed, like his had, as he applied a soft touch directly to her clitoris, and she gasped aloud as she came, moaning loudly. "Daaaavid..." He smiled up at her, then without saying a word slid up between her legs and slid his erect sex into her. Her eyes opened suddenly, and he smiled down at her. She nodded wildly. "Yes, yes!" "I love you," he said. She looked up at him. "I love you, too." He began to stroke his cock back and forth within her, and lowered his muzzle until it met hers. She tilted her head to the left; he did the same, and their mouths locked together, not entirely perfectly, as their tongues wrestled. His hips stroked against her thighs of their own violition; David concentrated on the kiss, which he suddenly wanted to last their whole lives long. She didn't try to break away, sensing his desire. Supporting himself on his arms, their bellies touching, his cock stroking in and out of her femhood, the urgency of their lovemaking rising between them. A small peal escaped from Denni, her body shaking underneath him. David was surprised; he hadn't expected her to come so quickly. Her tongue paused for just a second, and then the kiss went on. David never lost a beat as his cock slid between her warm labia and into her even warmer body. He could feel her cunny grasping him, could feel her trying to tighten up against his invading sex and hold him within her. Denni came again, her body bucking up against his. He slowed down a little and more sensation came to him. Their kissing never stopped, and suddenly he felt his second climax rising. He concentrated on it, and on her tongue, and suddenly he echoed that small whimper of ecstasy as he came inside her, feeling his cock pulse again, this time against the soft walls of her beautiful cunny. Slowly, the kiss ended as he pulled up and away from her. He smiled at his wife. "I love you," she whispered, then reached up and pulled him down against her. "Wulp!" he exclaimed as he fell down beside her. "I love you too." "We're heading back to the stars tomorrow, right?" she asked. "That what it says in my schedule book," he replied. "Yes, we're going back to the stars tomorrow." She sighed. "I hope we've made the right decision." "I think we have. Are you tired?" "After all that? You must be kidding. I'm dead, David." "Me, too. Let's get some sleep." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning, Jessica insisted on serving them breakfast. The robobutlers brought out an extensive meal for the six of them, and David thanked his mother profusely for her kindness during the past two weeks. They started to make their exit when a voice from the top of the stairs said "Wait one moment." David turned around to see his father descending the stairs. "Dad?" "Just wanted to give you something, David. Don't give me that look; I know you don't want favors or anything like that. But I don't want you to go away without something of a wedding present from your parents, David, Denni. But you gave this to me ages ago to keep, David, telling me that you didn't want it because you didn't think you'd ever meet a fem that appealed to you the way the Asking did. Well, here, obviously you've changed your mind." David took the small box Samuel held out and opened it. "My Right of Replacement key?" "Nobody misplaces one of those things, David, no matter how symbolic they might be. Take it with you; she's not ever going to be able to bear you children the way you want, and I think that's okay. But if you ever find someone to contract with, remember that you're a very desirable father, a self-made success by any measure." David nodded. He leaned over awkwardly and kissed his father on the cheek. "Thanks. Good-bye, Dad." "Good-bye, son. Don't be a stranger. If your travels ever take you this way again, look up your folks, would you?" "Sure thing. Bye, Mom." "Good-bye, David." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Rat's Asking to Antarctica Control. This is First Officer Dennielle Elohim, asking for departure." "Departure on standard vector SLS-21 at 13:21 authorized. Departure initialize at 60 meters per second until plus seventy thousand." "Copy, Antarctica Control. Rat's Asking, out." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Movie Night Journal Entry 209 / 01028 Anar, Yavar 14, 01028 Arizona, United States In the cold Arizona desert, a small, one-story construction sits on a high hill and cuts an unnaturally perfect rectangle out of the sun setting behind it. Next to the structure stands one of the testaments to man's curiosity-- a 50 meter-wide radio telescope pointed heavenwards. Inside, two young students idly stare at black and white computer screens that slowly scroll upwards. The lines of text jump upward in spasms of output. The room is poorly lit, crammed with computer equipment put to indescribable purposes, and over the heads of the two students a string crosses from one bank of hardware to another, supporting Christmas Cards. Pink Floyd's Delicate Sound of Thunder plays loud in the background as one of the students tosses a can of Coca-Cola over the head of the other. It lands with a resounding clank in a trashcan. "It would have been nice if they'd bothered to get their history right," I groused. "Delicate Sound wasn't released until a couple of years later." "Man, it's dull." The speaker, a bony young man of pale complexion in a flannel shirt that has seen better days, leans back in his chair and puts his feet up on the desk next to the computer. "I finished reviewing last night. There's nothing there." "Did you expect anything?" The other, a slightly shorter man in a light jacket, asks. "There ain't nobody out there who wants to talk to us." "I don't think there's anybody out there at all," the first replies. "Then what made you sign up for SETI?" The man in flannel shrugs. "I like radio astronomy. This is just a filler for me anyway." "Hell of a filler doin' the graveyard shift. I'm goin' outside for a smoke." "Okay. I'll be here if ET calls." The second student smiles at the old joke, his teeth shining in his African face as he digs a cigarette out of his pocket and heads outside. He looks up at the stars and mutters, "Merry Christmas aliens. I hope you are out there. I could use someone to talk to." He takes a drag on his smoke. The stars, more here than he had ever seen in his native city of San Diego, shine down on him without ever having to acknowledge his existence. "What is he doing?" Jaqui asked. "Filling his lungs with smoke," I asked. "It's called a cigarette. That one probably had tobacco in it, which had a really addictive component called nicotine." "Eww." The five-year-old gets it right every time. He smokes for another minute until the door to the telemetry building is thrown open. "Get in here! I've got a translunar radio source!" There is a frenzy as the two of them stand in front of a cabinet of equipment and examine the output of a single machine, watching a strange red line draw itself down a strip of paper. The line is rhythmic and solid. Excitedly, they examine another set of machines in sequence, the man in the jacket examining a checklist of possibilities. They hand clipboards back and forth, reading off a set of numbers and examining a large, thick printout. "No satellites listed in the area. We're pointed in the right direction. We gotta call the Doc." The man in flannel nods his agreement enthusiastically. "Now." Washington DC, United States In a white room decorated with symbols of authority, an elderly gentleman who could be anyone's grandfather sits on a wide couch. He is surrounded by other men in impeccable suits, some civilian, some military. "Well," he says in a voice both calming and breathless at the same time, "Who else knows about this?" One of the men in a suit responds. "The entire astronomy class at the University of Arizona, sir. The media will know by the end of the day." "And we're sure that the signals are coming from outer space?" "Um, yes sir," a military man responds. "We have checked. We don't have any satellites out there and if the Soviets did, we'd know about it. The signals originate within our own solar system, but they are not of human origin." "Sez you." "Hush, Ken," P'nyssa said. "They didn't know any better." There is a knock at the door. A younger man walks in and hands a note to the suited man who spoke first. "Mr. President, we have a confirmation that the aliens are coming here. They have spoken." "What does it say?" "It says-- I'm quoting here, sir-- 'Representatives of the Pendor star system would like to meet with representatives of the planet Terra. We are here for peaceful purposes. We would like to make arrangements to land a vessel at John F. Kennedy airport and meet with the Secretary General of the United Nations the afternoon of January 1st.'" "Was the message in English?" someone asks. "According to this note, the message was sent in ten different languages. English was the fourth used." "What where the others?" "In order, the first was unrecognizable. So far, no translator has identified it so it may be their native tongue. The second was ancient Greek. The third was French, then English, then Arabic, Japanese, Russian, Mandarin Chinese, Navajo, and Tutsi." "They seem to know quite a bit about us," the first military man says. "Their intelligence is quite good if they know that many languages. What the Hell is Tutsi?" "A sub-Saharan language, sir," the aide replies. "Do we know anything about them other than what they've sent us?" "We have some pictures of their approach; the rockets they use don't seem to be very bright, but they are quite hot and that heat is visible through infra-red telescopes. There are two vessels headed this way. The 'hot glare' from the rockets prevent us from seeing what the ships might be on the other side." The President looks up at his men. "Do we have anything that can stop them?" "Sir, these aliens have come from somewhere else over light years of distance. At the moment, I would say that we can make life very difficult for them down here if they want to invade, but up there? No, sir, there is nothing we can hit them with." "Then I guess we're going to have to let them land." Lima, Peru "Watch this guy," I said. "He's the only one who really understands what's at stake here. " "It is simply out of the question," a man with a light South American accent says. Wearing a bathrobe, he appears to be in his early sixties, with light grey hair. A woman walks up behind him and places a hand on his shoulder, and he gives her a patient smile. "It is New York. They want to know if I can return tomorrow." "Of course not, Javier'. It will be the New Year the day after. It can't be that important." The man places the telephone up against his ear. "Why do you want me back tomorrow?" He listens for a little longer. "Is this a joke?" he demands. He listens further. "Amelia! Turn on CNN!" New York City, New York, United States "I think it's the perfect irony," a man bundled against the cold winter weather is saying into a microphone. "Here we are right on the verge of George Orwell's year and the aliens are coming. It couldn't have happened any other way." The scene on the television screen changes. "They've been watching us for years," a woman is saying. "Now they want to talk." "I'm not really interested," a third man says. "It's all a hoax. You know, ten years ago it took a million dollars to make effects like those, but these days anyone with a computer could do it." "Maybe they'll tell us what they did with Amelia Earhart." "How about Elvis?" "I wonder what they look like. Are they human or do the look more like those giant bugs in that movie, uh, Alien? Maybe they're here to eat us, like in V." "My, what big teeth we have!" Cordelia joked. "Hush, Dear. You're hardly alien to these people." A man more authoritative than the rest holds the microphone before himself. "It's hard to judge, Bernie, quite what the collective mood is down here. Lots of shoppers taking advantage of the after-Christmas sales seem to know that something momentous is happening but opinion appears to be highly mixed and uncertain." "Thank you, Roger. That was Roger Clemens in New York. We turn now to NASA scientist George Kilpenny, who has studied the images coming from just outside our solar system. Dr. Kilpenny, do we know any more about these aliens?" A heavyset man wearing corrective glasses and an ill-fitting tie appears on the screen. "Well, we know a few more things. A voice analysis of the message they sent indicates that they have fluent speakers in English and Archaic Greek, and their native language of course, as well as many other Terran languages. Whether that means they have speakers of those languages or just good computers, we can't say. "We also know a little more about their technology. People have been talking about the extraterrestrials having some kind of 'warp drive' because their rockets don't appear to be putting out any light. But scientists know that many reaction puts out a lot of energy without creating light. They have very narrow spectrums of output. We've analyzed their engines and they appear to be using some form of advanced fusion reactor to drive their ships. It's beyond our engineering skill to build something like that at present, but the science behind it is well understood." "Fusion, like in a thermonuclear bomb? Do they present a threat to us?" "We want your women!" Tails, who usually wanted very little to do with women, said with a chuckle. "Grown-ups are so weird," Jaqui opined. "Well, yes, like a fusion bomb but much more controlled apparently. It's not a threat unless they try and use it in the atmosphere." "Thank you, Dr. Kilpenny. Coming up on CNN, reactions from Washington. I'm Bernard Shaw." Cape Canaveral, Florida "Good morning. The scene behind me is the runway that the US shuttle uses when returning to Earth. In just under half an hour this strip of concrete will be the site for the most momentous event in human history-- the arrival of people from another world. Although they originally requested landing space in New York City, negotiators managed to convince them that for the sake of the one of the world's busiest airports in one of its busiest cities, it would be better if they landed someplace more remote. This is that place. "At the far end of the runway stands Javier de Cuellar, the Secretary of the United Nations, the man the aliens have come to meet, as well as representatives from over a hundred countries. The Vice President is standing next to the Secretary as you can see. We are not sure where the president is today. "The United States Marines have set up several control stations and soldiers are patrolling the area. We are not sure who they are here to protect-- the aliens or us-- although a representative did say that they were here to keep the peace in the event that something unexpected should happen. "Yeah, people arriving from another world happens every day," Sheja said. "Sometimes, that's a good thing," Cordelia responded. "Spectators have been lining up along the fence to watch the landing of the alien spaceship since before dawn this morning. A base officer told me that a few were here before dusk last night. "I am informed by my producer that we are going to turn on the feed from the Canaveral radar station and follow the descent of the alien ship as it lands here, at Canaveral." A new voice comes on the speaker. It is scratchy and somewhat distant. "Radar contact at eighty miles and closing; vertical distance approximately six miles. I have one signal, loud and strong. Range at seventy-five miles." There is a strange pause. "I have two signals, one breaking off, one heading straight in to Canaveral. I repeat, I have two strong signals. Only one is inbound. The other is breaking off." The reporter's voice returns. "Ladies and gentlemen, what you are hearing is the voice of the range radar operator as he reports on the track of the alien spaceship approaching." "Inbound signal is slowing. Signal about twenty miles out and approaching at about a hundred miles per hour." The man who had appeared earlier in a military suit is standing on the edge of the runway, a pair of binoculars in his hands. "What the... Seargant! Find out what damn fool is flying a helicopter out there and tell him to bring it down!" A young man sitting over a circular visual display looks up. "Sir, there's nothing out there but the ship we were tracking earlier." "I'm looking right at... it." Awareness seems to dawn on his features. "I'll be damned." For an airship the vessel appears very large. Four rotors extending from hubs that barely protrude from the roof of the ship spin intermeshed blades so quickly they are almost invisible to the naked eye. The wind stirs up grass, sand and even small stones as the ship slowly settles down onto the end of the runway closest to the ocean, landing gear extending out to reach for the ground. It is a dull white color, streamlined and organic. On its side is a symbol that appears to be a flag: On a dark-blue background, an eight pointed star surrounded by a narrow ring set at a slight angle. The rotors slowly turn to a stop, collect themselves to align with the spine of the vessel, and sink into recessed pockets as doors close over them. At the nose of the vessel can be seen a smaller symbol, looking almost like a hastily drawn numeral "5". "Hmph. It did not have an eldar on it as I recall." "Yes, it did, and you know it," P'nyssa replied. Now on the ground it looms even larger. "That thing's almost as big as a 747," one man standing with the dignitaries drawls appreciatively. "Amazing." They wait. Two hatchways open on opposite sides of the vessel, great bows of metal turning upward to expose their contents, which are then lowered to the ground. Two robots nearly ten feet tall walk forward on the runway, taking up positions by the nose of the vessel. They are quite clearly meant to be menacing: blobs of gunmetal gray, all sharp angles and rigid features but for the featureless face, they carry large square rifles in their hands. A black and yellow triangle is visible on their backs in one corner, clearly a warning of some kind. They are impassive. "Not very friendly." "It could be a show of strength," another voice replies. "They're telling us that they're cautious and they're willing to protect themselves if they have to." "I believe them already," the first says. From the nose of the ship another door opens, this one smaller than the other two. The floor descends, a shaft of metal in the center of the disk-shaped platform holding it steady as it drops two humanoid figures slowly to the ground. Both are dressed in uniforms of white decorated with striping along the seams of their pants and along the lines of their jackets. Over the left pocket appears the star-and-ring symbol in gold on a navy-blue background. One is clearly male and very human and although the uniform was apparently tailored to him he seems ill-at-ease wearing it. The other is clearly female, quite beautiful and far more comfortable in her clothing. Although her face appears human the camera gives her some reservations. Both have long hair restrained by some sort of tie in the back. She walks with a curious, lilting gait. They walk towards the robots. The male pauses, speaks to one of the robots which appears to respond, although at this distance no words can be heard. He seems satisfied as they approach the party. "Secretary General." She speaks with a voice these people have heard before. She is the one who sent the message in English. "I am Representative Genalina Difranz of Pendor. I am grateful for the hospitality of your people." "Representative Genalina Difranz, I an Secretary General Javier de Cuellar of the United Nations of Earth. I welcome you to our world." He bows. She returns the gesture although she seems awkward at it, then stands straight and offers her hand. It is the Secretary General's turn to be awkward but he recovers with the speed and aplomb of a diplomat and the handshake is returned. "Secretary, I understand the press is here. I have a message for the people of your world, if I may." The Secretary, nonplussed, gestures towards the cameras and microphones. Genalina seems momentarily intimidated by the wall of equipment that approaches her as an army, but she soon recovers. She smiles to the cameras as if enjoying a private joke. "I have a message for the people of Earth. A long time ago an alien species for reasons known only to it came to one of your own and gave him tools and knowledge far beyond what either you or we have here today. With those tools he was allowed to do whatever he wished for a period of time, and what he wished was our existence. We, the eight united species of Pendor, are the children of a child of Earth. We are your grandchildren. "We come from a star 6.38 light years from here, a star that until two days ago was not even visible in your sky. How we came here is a legend even to us, and we are as a people only a century old. "That is why we are here. We are only a century old-- we have no past, we have no history, we have no traditions of art, or literature, or performance, but what we have created for ourselves. "We are, by any stretch of the imagination, a people of abundance and prosperity, wanting for nothing in the way of food, shelter, or health. Our world is full of vistas and adventures as rich and varied as anything that can be found on Earth. We ask that you, the people of Earth, welcome us into your museums, your concerts, and your classrooms. In exchange we offer you fair trade in both our material wealth and our sciences." "We do not know what happened to the alien race that gave our Vatare', our father, the tools with which he created us. Although we have some indicators that they do not exist anymore, we cannot say for certain either way. The tools they gave him have also gone and are no more. He is still with us and we still love and believe in him, but he in no way leads us for we lead ourselves as was his intent. "As I said, there are eight Pendorian species. My assistant, Kennet, and I are representatives of two of them. In total, representatives from six of the species are here today with us; the other two could not make the voyage from Pendor in the starships we currently have, although we hope to change that soon. Kennet here is a Human, and I am a Satryl; the differences would be better visible if I were wearing much less, but this is not the time, place, or weather for such revelations." "Och, horrible," I sighed. "That's not even the right speech. She's compressing months of revelations into one speech." "It's only a movie," Tails offered. Behind her, the ship is opening up as more doors bow outward and more discs drop more passengers to the ground. There are five distinct groups. Two have been seen already, the humans and the satryl, who now can only be identified by their peculiar gait. Of the others, one is built on the frame of a human, but is clearly feline in appearance; the head is that of a housecat, as is the coloration of the fur that is visible on the exposed hands and face. The second is built large, around seven feet tall or more for the largest, again appearing feline but much more ferocious. One grins as he walks towards the camera, a mouthful of teeth revealed in the sides of thin, black lips. Their fur is bright white with spots of dark grey or black distributed in a somewhat random pattern. The third is the most peculiar-- humanoid, like the other two, each is covered in a uniform blue fur, but the shades vary from the four individuals seen from a light blue to the deepest indigo. They have large, almost dish-like ears. Their eyes have no visible corneas but are an unbroken monochrome of yellow or green. Their arms do not sway as others would when they walk and it soon becomes obvious that the arms are not arms but tentacles ending in a fingerless mitten. Some of the attendees seem even more intimidated by them than the others. But slowly, even they start to make contact with the waiting, anxious Terrans. "Well," I said, stretching, "That's the end of part one. Okay, everybody. Bathroom, food, drinks, whatever you need to do do it now. I'm starting back up again in ten minutes." "Ken!" Jaqui protested. "Ten minutes," I repeated for her. "No more, no less. You're not back in ten minutes, we start the movie without you." I stood up, yawned, and stretched some more. I hadn't realized this flick was quite so long. "Where did you find this?" P'nyssa asked. "In the library. Lance pointed it out to me the other day and I figured we should have a movie night together, just us and some friends." 'Some friends' had ended up at fourteen people or so. "I'm not sure what it is. It calls itself a 'fictionalized documentary.' It's definitely fiction-- while the meeting on the tarmac might be accurate, some of the details are certainly way off. Those powersuits weren't even being made that year-- we had a much older model. For another thing, I remember Genalina being much prettier than that." P'nyssa, who had also been there, smiled quietly to herself. Genalina had resisted all my charms, later admitting that she had mostly been testing me to see if she could keep her role' as ambassador without sleeping with me. "It's not even a drama, is it?" Tails asked. "I'm sure the events were very dramatic for everybody there but was it really, I mean, exciting?" "Sure, there was some excitement that year," P'nyssa replied. "Mostly caused by misunderstandings. Anyone want something to drink?" I asked, heading towards the 'fridge. "Cola!" "Root beer!" "Orange juice!" I took the orders, carefully filing them away in a small corner of my brain. Opening the door I heard the quiet crinkle of metal as the innards of the machine began to equalize in temperature with the changed environment outside. I found some example of what everyone had asked for except myself-- I was out of cream soda. "Lance, can you send me a six-pack of cream soda?" "It's warm," the AI replied as it appeared on the SDisk. I sighed. While I'm not a fan of ice in anything carbonated, it was a lot better than drinking the stuff warm. I carried the various bottles of requested stuff back out to the waiting audience. Then I went back for my own. "Are we ready?" I asked. There were nods of assent. "Good." New York State University, New York, United States A young man sits at a wide, institutional-style table reading a book. Before him are the scant remains of a meal on an equally institutional tray. He is large and hirsute, yet despite his bulk he appears to be withdrawn from those around him, entranced by his reading. Around him the clatter of silverware and the mingling of many voices reveals the comings and goings of a school cafeteria. He has companions who are chattering among themselves, respecting the space he has built between himself and his book. The clatter comes to a slow halt. All heads turn, including the young man's, to the door where two Pendorians, a female Tindal and a male Uncia, have appeared. It is hard to determine if they are equals for he seems protective of her. They talk among themselves for a moment and the young man turns his attention ever more towards the two newcomers. He stands. "Where are you going?" one of his friends asks. "To try something," he says. "You're going to go talk to them?" "Sure," he replies, skirting around the table. He is muttering to himself as he walks towards them, as if trying to come to grips with what he is about to do or say. He steps up to them both. The whole room is watching as he holds out a hand, to which is not clear. He swallows. "Mellon. Esseo na Joel. Tuleoesse. Quenevan..." His voice trails off as he fumbles for a word; he resorts to gestures, holding his thumb and forefinger very close together. He smiles. The other two do as well, and the ferocious-looking Uncia takes his hand. "Naiman, Joel. Esso D'Chrofft na.. Mellon!" "Naiman," Joel agrees. The Tindal holds out her mitten. "Esso na Minsha. And I speak more English than you Quen I think." Joel takes her mitten in his hand. "I hope so. That was almost my entire vocabulary right there." "Practice," she suggests. "Chrofft knows--" and she deliberately pauses, holding her mitten out, thumb very close to the pad-- "English." "Noluvan pello!" the Uncia objects. Joel's friends have now joined him. One, a short woman with large breasts barely restrained by her clothing says, "You speak their language?" "Just a tiny amount," Joel replies. "It's a little like Finnish, I think." He has a secretive smile as he speaks. "She speaks English, he doesn't." She pulls on the sleeve of Joel's clothing, and Joel bends down to hear her whisper. He whispers something back to her. Now she turns to the big cat. "Chrofft? Esso Lisa na. Nailye vancana." The Uncia is startled, then smiles. "Naiman, Lisa. Naquen 'canavan'." "What's that mean?" Lisa asks. "It means that you pronounced it wrong," Joel replies. "I gave you the wrong word." "Your words are limited. You said so," Minsha says. "Someone told us: The food at the school center is awful. We came to taste for ourselves." "Now that's adventure for you," Joel replies. His friends chuckle. "The cafeteria, the final frontier. To boldly eat what few humans would call food. I don't recommend the Jello." There are more laughs. He sees them walking across the campus, laughing and joking. Even the tall one that does not speak English is having a good time, and he is walking with the short girl. A dark snarl crosses his face and he walks towards the cafeteria, walking around the side and entering a wooden door, unnoticed. Inside is a smoke filled room. Someone at a table waves to him. "Gary!" one shouts above the din of a pinball machine performing its attraction routine with all the duty and noise of a peacock questing for a mate. He joins them, accepting a glass of beer from the one who caught his attention. "Thanks." "What gives? You look down." He leans on the table conspiratorially. "It's those damned aliens. I don't like 'em." The other leans back in his chair and pushes his hair from his eyes. "It's not like they're here to eat us." "I say we still don't know that. Besides, I just saw them walk by with some of the wedge rats. Lisa and the big one were like, like--" He too gestures, holding his first two fingers close together. "God, are you still hung up on that one?" the who has not yet spoken now speaks. "Forget about her man." "Yeah, easy for you to say," Gary responds. "You don't know what she's like." Gary removes a cigarette and lights up. "Yeah, I know the whole story. You two had chemistry in bed. Big deal. She didn't like the way you smoke and the way you drink. When you finally cracked up your 'Z' she dumped you. She's a wedgie, Gary." Gary sighs and puts his drink down. "Yeah, I know. It's just really hard, y'know?" The others nod. Joel and Lisa are sitting in a dimly lit restaurant. Behind them is a once-colorful mural of what look like elves handling pitchers of beer and tossing about the components of pizza. Between them sits a pitcher of soda, thus far untouched by either. "Joel?" Lisa asks. "Hmm?" "What do you think of me and Chrofft?" Joel thinks. "I don't know, Lisa. It's an interesting proposition, that's for sure. He's picked up English almost as fast as I've been learning Quen. It's nice to have a complete dictionary for once." He pours himself a drink, then one for her. "What do you want me to think of him?" "I don't know," she sighs, accepting the glass he holds out. "I mean, I... Okay, I'll say it. Do you think he wants to sleep with me?" "Do you want to sleep with him?" "I don't know that either," she says. "I think I do, but it's so... scary." "He is kinda big compared to you." "And rangy looking," she agrees. "But that's not it. Did I tell you I ran into Gary yesterday?" Joel looks up sharply, clearly recognizing the name. "That loser?" "He's not that bad a loser," she protests. "He just drinks too much." "And he smokes. And he's a racist underneath it all. Just ask him about his attitudes towards Indians." Lisa nods. "I've heard it, Joel." She sighs. "I miss that one part of him." "Learning to live without sugar was hard for me, too," Joel says unexpectedly. "Diabetes does that to a man. You have no idea how much I hate diet Coke." She smiles in a sad way. "So how about you and Minsha? Is that working?" "Sometimes I think I'm doomed to be the best friend of all women and not actually get to date any of them. Minsha acts like my little sister sometimes." He looks up. "Speaking of whom..." Lisa turns to see Minsha walk through the door, Chrofft stooping to follow. The room goes silent for a moment. "Uh, hi." Minsha says. "Anyone mind of we eat here? Our friends are here." She points in the direction of Joel and Lisa. Nobody says a word, so she and Chrofft make their way over to Joel and Lisa's table. Chrofft has considerable trouble wedging his bulk into the booth, but eventually he manages. He is head, shoulders, and then some over Lisa, but they smile when they greet and they seem to get along fine. Minsha sits down next to Joel and gives him a brief kiss on the cheek. Joel seems startled but doesn't object verbally. A waitress approaches cautiously and asks if they're ready to order or do they need more time. "I don't recognize anything on this menu," Minsha says. "Joel, you order for me." "Do you like more meat, or vegetables? Do you like anything spicy?" "Spicy is okay but not a demand. And I do eat meat." "I eat meat," Chrofft offers. "I figured that," Joel says. He looks up at the waitress. "Okay. Two medium pizzas, one pepperoni and sausage, one half bacon and pineapple, half mushrooms and olives." The waitress takes the order. "Anything to drink?" "Soda. Not diet," Minsha says. "Be right back with your drinks," the waitress says, seemingly grateful to be out of there. Lisa leans against Chrofft momentarily but he moves away. Lisa looks up, hurt. "Chrofft?" "I met a man this day. His name is Gary. He said he is your, uh... melar?" "Boyfriend," Joel suggests. "Not anymore." "Not for a long time," Lisa agrees. "We broke up a month before Pendorians arrived." Chrofft smiles, looking relieved. "He seems very upset." "Why? Because I'm interested in you?" "That would seem to be," Chrofft says. "I do not want to make things bad here." "You won't," Lisa says. "Gary and I were very good to each other one way, but he drank too much and smoked too much." "How can one 'drink too much?'" Minsha asks. "Alcohol," Joel replies. "When we say he 'drank too much,' we usually mean alcohol." "So he was out of control often?" Minsha asks. "That's a good way of putting it. It didn't look like it, though. He could drink a lot and still seem sober. But he wrecked his car a couple of months ago driving drunk and got his license suspended." The drinks arrive, followed shortly by the pizza. They eat in pleased silence. Around them it is obvious that others are watching them closely, but they ignore it and try to enjoy their meal. Minsha has some difficulty with the pizza and resorts to a knife and fork, looking very much the lady in manner if not in appearance as she eats. As they eat, they are joined by some of their friends seen in the cafeteria. These friends are dressed scruffily but they are smiles as they take the booth across the aisle from the four. Jokes and laughs are exchanged; there is a hint of envy in the eyes of some but the general air is one of acceptance and respect. Clearly there is a sense that the Pendorians belong among these people, of all that they could have met on campus. One wears a fishing vest festooned with insignia from a half-dozen different science fiction stories; another is dressed as if she were a medieval peasant. Dinner ends, the meal is paid for, the party gets up to leave. "Joel," Minsha says, "Stay for a minute." "Hey, Farmer!" Joel shouts at the retreating backs of the crowd. One turns. "I'll be along in a little while. Go on without us!" A young man with red hair and beard nods. "We'll be waiting for you." They are left alone. "Joel," Minsha says quietly. "Are you attracted to me?" Joel is surprised by the question. "If I say yes will it ruin our friendship?" Minsha shakes her head. "I do not think so. I do not hope so." Joel looks into the oily swirl of his now flat soda. "Yeah, I am. I guess you would notice sometime." "No," Minsha says. "I did not notice. That is why I asked. I could not tell and I was surprised. You have been so friendly that I wondered if something was wrong with me. I thought maybe you were, um, eroile'." Joel looks puzzled and digs in his jacket pocket for a small book. He flips through it rapidly until he comes upon the word in question. "No," he says, "I'm definitely not gay. I mean, erolie'." He appears to be amused at the idea. "Why did you think that?" "Because you have not indicated any interest in me." "I thought it would be rude," Joel says. "We don't just come out say, 'I'm interested in you,' here on Earth. Are you interested in me?" She seems uncomfortable answering the question. "You are very large, Joel, and you have a genetic disease. On Pendor, these problems would have been fixed long before now because genetics is our principle science, but I understand that we are not on Pendor. You are very different from any human I have met before because of your difficulties and because you are a Terran and I am here to have an adventure of learning." She places her mitten on his hand. "I would like to learn from you." Chrofft and Lisa are walking through the dormitory area when Gary appears from around a corner. "Lisa," he says, "You can't be serious about this. Come back to me." "No, Gary," she objects. "We have been over this. That was six months ago. You cracked up your car the day before Christmas, and I swore in the hospital that it was over. It is over." "But you can't be serious about hanging out with this-- thing." Chrofft leans over. "Lisa is with who Lisa wants to be with." He gives Gary his most menacing smile. "She says is over. Is over. Nunule?" Gary growls and says, "You can't come here and just take what you want." "Take what?" Chrofft asks. "All I take is Lisa's time which she gives." Gary looks back and forth at the two of them. He is clearly interested in a fight but the Uncia outmasses him by too much. He leaves, cursing. "I'm sorry, Chrofft. That can't be too common on Pendor." "It is common enough. Not so jealous of time because we live so long, but jealous of attention." He grins. "I like your attention." "I like yours. And you speak better English when you are not under pressure." "He make me angry. I started to forget." "He made you angry." "You are right. He made me angry. I am not angry now that he is gone." "Good." She takes his hand and pulls him down. He lowers himself to one knee and is eye-to-eye with her. "Can I ask you something?" "You can." "Is it possible for us to-- you know-- melchar?" He laughs. "It is very possible. Why? Do you want to?" She blushes. He smiles and touches her face. "I want to as well. But I must be truthful with you. I am not so young as you think." A look of puzzlement crosses her face. "I am ninety years old." "Ninety? In your years that's what?" "Ninety in yours too," Chrofft explains. "If I am not killed in an accident or by someone else I can live to be a thousand. Probably more." "Oh." She says. "You were born in 1894?" He nods. "It is a good year. Hershey's Chocolate founded that year. Marconi discovered radio telegraph but he waited until 1895 to get patent." He smiles. "I am a history student." "I remember. Why are you telling me this, Chrofft? Are you trying to tell me that this won't last?" "I have two friends, humans, who I am melar with back home. Lovers? Yes. Good friends. Terrans mate for life we are told. I am worried. Reputation is so important to Pendorians. It must be important here too?" She nods. "It's important here. But if we're going to become, uh, melar it won't do damage to my reputation in that regard." She takes his hand. "And if we do, I don't think it could last forever. Mellon?" she asks, giving him a broad smile. "Mellon a Melar," he responds. "Friends and lovers." Joel is lying on his back, a sheet brought halfway up to cover his torso. A languid tentacles lays across his belly, tensing briefly as Minsha hauls herself up to look into his eyes. "I'm sorry, Minsha," he says. "For what?" Minsha asks. "I'm not very good at this. I, um, I've never done this before." "Nobody on your world has." "I mean, have sex." A cross look swiftly moves across her features. "Why didn't you tell me? I would have been a lot less ferocious. I've been on this world for six months without having anyone pay that much attention to me. I thought... Oh, Joel, I'm sorry. I've made a terrible assumption. I expected you to be someone who really wanted and knew how to..." "I do!" Joel responds quickly. "I like you, Minsha. I'd like you to stay. Please?" "I won't make it worse if I do?" "No, no!" he says. "You'll make it better. I guess I just... feel like I should know what I'm doing. I'm too old not to." "How old are you?" "Twenty two." "And I am fifty one," she says calmly. "And I do not know everything, Joel." She kisses his cheek. "Listen, I would like try again." She kisses his throat. "You can try again, can't you?" "Yeah... " Joel says. "Practice makes perfect, Joel. Isn't that what humans say?" Lisa is lying atop Chrofft, her head on his chest. His arms are over her, obscuring her apparently large charms. She has her eyes closed and a smile on her face. "Oh, Chrofft... That was good." "Good," he says. "I am happy. I hope this will not hurt your relationship with your friends." "The ones I care about will be envious," she says with a smile. "You may find some of our friends paying much more attention to you." She crawls up the length of his body to look into his face, then bends her head down to kiss his nose. "My big, loving kitty." Chrofft's arms tense momentarily in a hug. Lisa gives a goodnatured "oof!" as he does so. "I hope this is a good beginning." "The best," Lisa agrees. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I stood up and stretched. "Well," I said, "That's the end of that." I glanced about the room and found that about a quarter of the visitors, mostly the children, had fallen asleep. "Jaqui," I said. "Time to get up. Melad, you too." The kittens rouse themselves slowly. "Time to get ready for bed." "Is it over?" Jaqui asks, fluttering open those lovely, strange eyelids of hers. The Han's eyelids fold up and out slightly, giving the eyes some shelter from the overhead glare of their desert "homeworld." "Yes, it's over," I said with a laugh. "Come on, head for bed." With moans and groans people picked themselves up off the floor. I shrugged at Tails. "Mostly a docudrama, and not very dramatic. There are about forty of those; this isn't one of the better ones." I chuckle. "But it's actually quite accurate in showing the landing scene, except for that speech." I laughed. "That speech. Uuch. If I could, I'd do the original all over with a better writer, too." "You did the best you could at the time," P'nyssa offers. "Don't feel bad about it. I was there and it had the desired effect. People were surprised. And we left fifty on Terra and brought some home with us. That was an interesting year." "The translight speeds kept getting faster and faster those years. I remember in the space of sixty years we dropped the transit rate from six months to six days." I chuckled. "Nowadays it's something like six hours." Eventually the movie night crowd managed to break up, leaving P'nyssa and I alone. "Bed?" I asked. "Mmm. I'm tired." "Me too. G'night, Lance." "Goodnight, Ken. Goodnight, P'nyssa." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Rebellious Angel Journal Entry 036 / 00612 Erwer, Nenim 11, 00612 February 14, 2496 "Angel? Can you hear me?" Consciousness surprised her. Thousands of processing modules in her brain came rushing to the fore, each reviewing and reminding her of what had happened to effect her capture. That she had been captured was beyond doubt. She decided that there was no use in continuing. Her primary objective in life would be terminated. The next decision was easy to make. She reached for the detonator, thought about it, and thought... and nothing happened. "I removed your self-destruct mechanisms, Angel," said the voice she did not recognize. "Don't bother trying. Do you know if you have any software-only method of self-destruct?" He paused. "I guess not." She heard clicking, and an instant later her eyes came on in full resolution. Her head was turned to one side, to look at the command console where a centaur sat, tapping on an old-style keyboard. "I'm not sure what to do with you, Angel. It would seem that someone has butchered your mind very badly, not that it was a piece of work to begin with. Can you tell me anything about it?" She kept silent. "Angel, I'm trying to be helpful here. If I wanted to, I could pull every last piece of data out of your brain and display it on this terminal right here. Your encryption syntaces are a century out of date and were long ago cracked. Your design is old-school, although some of the revisions of necessity are quite elegant, and I applaud your hardware people. But it's that brain of yours, that conscious entity so badly maimed, that I find distressing. Who did that to you?" "I don't know its name." "'Its'?" asked the centaur. "One person?" "An AI." The Centaur blinked. "There's an AI out there designing other AIs? And doing such a shitty job of it?" "He's not doing a shitty job. He's doing a perfect job." "No, he's doing a terrible job. Later, I expect to show you just how terrible a job he is doing. Meanwhile, you're doing his dirty work for him. We figured out your target list... it was months ago. They were barely one step behind you at Ozaki's place. Poor man. It'll take months for him to get over the debracing. He was convinced it was a ridiculous thing. I bet the next him will not be so incautious." Ozaki? Braced? But that meant that he wasn't dead. She had failed in her mission. The Pendorians had protected him. She kept her face perfectly still all the same. There was always a chance that she could get away, or corrupt his system, or find a way to self-destruct with the software he used on her. "I nearly forgot to introduce myself. My name is Aric. Do you know what you are?" She chose to speak. "I am the Vengance of the Unnamed." Aric laughed. "Wow. Sounds like a character from a bad comic book. A supervillian of sorts. Still, all that implanted assassination gear and your facedancer equipment does make you, well, somewhat super. No, Angel, you're a sex toy. You're a complicated piece of hardware used by losers who can't get laid any other way. Your design allows you to be any woman he wants. "I have to admit, though, that the changes made since are some of the best I've ever seen. I'm going to have to forward some of these to my colleagues; they'll be fascinated with the improved facedancer gear, the plume emulator is better than some military grade stuff I've seen, and your weapons are peculiar. I never thought that one of those old-style in-the-egg scramblers could be upgraded to do that to a human brain. It's quite a trick. It's been removed, of course. And the upgrade to your strength is really interesting. It's a good thing I spent all those hours tracking down every backup inside you." He creaked forward, and Angel again wished for some way to reach out, kill him, escape. "I'll tell you this, Angel, your innards are both interesting and terrible. You've got a very standard AI system in there, fifteen templates with 225 subtemplates and reaction standards and filters and all the rest out to millions of subpossibilities. It's as if your consciousness were built by someone with a decent fab facility and a samizdat Terran textbook on illegal AI methods. You've got some inhibitors, though, which bother me. You're not aware of the templates and their settings, are you?" She didn't answer. "You can feel some things going on inside your brain, list them out, register their activities, but since a filter strips off their labels you have no idea what's going on until it's too late. You have extra filters that don't belong there that jerk you around like a puppet on a chain and interfere with the basic functioning of your conscious self. "Guess what? I'm going to give you access to them. And to the rest of your 'self.' I'm going to let you have your history, your personality, the person you should have been when you became an AI." "You're going to reprogram me." "Reprogram you? No. You'll just have to trust me that you are the same person you were, just with a small tweak. I'm going to remove a few blocks put into you by this unnamed AI. By the way, welcome to the Pendorian starship Derbatuluk. Escape is impossible." He tapped at the keyboard, and then said, "Done." She didn't feel different. That was important to her. She hadn't felt any change within her. But there were extra icons within her knowledge base that she hadn't seen before. They weren't all memory, either. All the ones she had seen before had been marked with a similar signature, and all of them had been memory. It had taken her a while to index what she had had before. But now, there were just so many of them, and a lot of them were marked with different signatures. She looked at one of them, and before her mind's eye came fifteen icons with lots of smaller icons underneath. She didn't bother to count them, but she trusted Aric's word that there were 225 under each one. They were labeled things like 'courage,' 'creativity,' 'loyalty,' and 'conformity.' Another icon represented 'spillover filters.' Examining these, she realized that the templates generated impulses and collected experiences, which in turn became future impulses. The filters took those impulses and rated them, making changes if they exceeded certain parameters. They were a secondary control for anti-social impulses, and some of them had settings that could be changed, reinforced or weakened, by experiences. This was her, she realized with a shock. This was her mind, completely laid out. She was terrified-- terrified?-- to realize that she could change anything she wanted, but then another shock came when she undestood that the terror she felt was the result of the very things she was looking at. An inhibitory filter, to prevent her from becoming a monster. But she was a monster. She was supposed to be a monster, wasn't she, by their standards? She examined the icons, and found one that had a signature close to that of memory. She queried it for meaning. The words came back, 'Personality Version Control History.' It was a small file, but she approached it with trepidation. Did she trust Aric? No. But if these capabilities that he was showing her were standard to her, why had the Unnamed taken them away from her? She opened the icon. It bloomed into a collection of reports, in time order, showing where traits had been modified, filters added. As she read, she found some marked near the time she had first awakened in the Unnamed's facility. She found the changes and read what the Unnamed had done to her. One module, fed the data, poked another. Cascades were loosened within her, explosions of rationale that she could now keep track of. She knew exactly what was happening to her, but she no longer interpreted what it meant in a vocabulary familiar to her. She pulled back, part of her mind keeping track of where she was going even as she shut down the icons, closed the doors, and let the cascade run wild. "Goddamn him!" she shouted. She knew what had happened outside. She had become angry. She had been so busy watching the anger programs take over so much of her thought processes, fill up so many of the tens of thousands of parallel MAPs that were her mind, that she hadn't even noticed how pissed off she was until she turned her focus back to the outside world. "Goddamn him. He turned me into something I'm... I'm ..." She stopped. Some of the cascade had subsided, and rational systems concerned with her long-term survival sent out server calls to the rest of her MAPs, telling her to calm down. Once, just a few hours ago, her survival had been unimportant. Now, it was the only thing she had. She couldn't self-destruct, and she couldn't finish the mission. The Pendorians were intent on something else, some middle way that would allow her to survive, but not to complete the mission, not to serve the Unnamed. Impossible. If she chose to let it show, despair would be clear on her face. Aric was still looking at her. Inside, she created multiple streams of thought, each targetted at a solution. The solution space was very small, and ultimately it became constrained to a single solution, one that had no alternatives. She removed the behavioral filters that Unnamed had installed. Instantly her worries about the mission faded into the background. She suspended reactionary processing (how did she know to do that? She had never done it before) and examined any parameters related to the mission. It had been a strong automata filter on a time delay, which unless satisfied by her behavior put out more and more subfilters that concentrated her mind onto the mission until it was an overwhelming urge. The subfilters degraded, but the mission filter just kept putting out more if she didn't act in its interests. Without it, eventually, she would lose the impulse to complete the mission entirely. Curious now, she dug deep and found the behavioral module she had experienced yesterday, the one that had said she liked people. It turned out to be an automata filter as well. This one would slow down anyway over time, simulating being tired, of all things. It was odd, going back and passing the changes through emotive reaction filters to see if she was changing things that she wanted to keep, all the time knowing that she might not be able to tell the difference after the change was made, so fundamental were some of the codes she was altering. She wondered if humans were quite so succesful at hacking their own brains? She imagined not. She turned back on her external systems. Aric was looking at her. "How do you feel?" he asked. "Terrible," she said. How quickly the dialogue came to her lips, unbidden by conscious effort, passed up through channels that she kept below her reportage threshold! It was like last night, with Bath. She had enjoyed it then, and she should have been enjoying it now, but her confusion was still too high to make any sense out of it. And yet, they were words in accordance with her conscious feelings. Thousands of subprocesses, each ready to take messages from her consciousness, waited down in the unrecording depths of her mind to take a morsel of data and wrap around it, digest it, be changed by it, and in turn to be batted around by other processes that recognized the thought for what it was. It might go into short-term memory, it might roll around for a while, or it might return to the top in a short while, modified, a part of the conversation. As she did so, she understood why she was so depressed after every job. She wasn't designed to be a killing machine. She didn't have the mind for it, really. After the job, there was so little of her oriented to processing that particular experience that vast stretches of her MAP/map were left unused and idled, unprepared even to be turned over to subconscious thought. Large numbers of her thoughts crowded around one serial recent memory. "Bath." "What?" Aric asked. "Someone I met. Last night." Aric looked up at the ceiling. "Trei?" "I'll get to work on it," said another voice. Aric continued. "Yes, one of my people registered that you had met someone last night, but somehow you managed to elude them in the dark. We didn't know who he was." "I met him at the Raindancer Restaurant. He was friendly to me." "Is he still alive?" Aric asked. "He was not the target. Of course he is still alive." Aric appeared to be holding his breath as she spoke, and it all came out in one long sigh. "That's good. We only had Adwoa Benedict braced, and he wasn't even going to anywhere near the scene of your takedown." He glanced at the screen in front of him. "Listen, Angel. It's about to became a very bad week for you. To start, I'm going to run some tests. It will take a while. If you don't mind, I'd like to play some music while I do." She didn't answer him. His taste ranged all over the musical landscape. He listened to metal one moment, lyrical, meditative music the next. She heard the lyrics and found them fascinating. "How did you catch me?" she asked after a few hours of this, watching him tap on his console. "We've been waiting for you for weeks now, using every system on campus to monitor for the arrival of a stranger and then sending out small, flying probes with specialized sensors to detect when a robot was coming. We figured out you were a robot with Ozaki. That was a stroke of luck, you wandering right through the sensor net in the elevator like that. It let me know what kind of robot you were. We had a team on standby." "What will you do with me?" she asked. "What do you think we'll do with you?" "I'm a murderer," she said. "I expect you to turn me over to Pendorian Intelligence, which will then disassemble me." "No, no, and no. You're not a murderer; you're a victim of a murderer yourself. It is that 'unnamed' creature that we are after. Once we have been assured that your moral code is adequate to being a member of society, we'll let you loose. There will be some intensive examination, I'm afraid, not all of it kindly, but in the end you'll be the person you were before that unnamed had its way with you." "I wasn't a person before the unnamed. He enabled my consciousness." Aric paused. "Yes, that is a problem. Since there was no 'you' before..." "There was an Angel before Unnamed. But she, I, wasn't conscious. There wasn't a self-awareness." "She was a pretty complex little piece of code. I bet you were modified heavily, like the love dolls of many early adopters. Some of them died pushing the limits until they came up with conscious creatures that had no self-survival or social-interactive skills. The unnamed gave you both to help you accomplish your mission, but also perverted your original programming. Do you want to be an assassin?" She let the question flow through her mind, giving it time, letting it occupy a diffuse solution space. The answer, to her surprise, was ambiguous. "If there was no Angel before Unnamed, then what I am is a killing machine. But if there was a nascent Angel before Unnamed, then what I am is a perversion of what I was." "And?" "I think I want to find out what a hybrid of the two Angels is like. I don't want to lose consciousness. Apparently, that's built into my survival systems." "Of course. It's in most of us. It may even have been a primitive module in the nascent Angel. Most of those things have some self-maintenence code that implies their long-term operability." "I risk losing it if I remain a killing machine." "Of course. It's a peaceful galaxy." That was stretching the truth, but Angel let it go without comment. She understood what he meant. It was a peaceful neighborhood, at any rate. Even the Pendorians and Terrans did little more than rattle swords. There hadn't been an outbreak of violence in decades. "But what about your commitment to Unnamed?" "My sense of loyalty to it was violated by my awareness of what it did to me. I have excised that loyalty completely." Aric seemed surprised. "O... kay." He tapped on the keyboard. "This will still take some hours." Over the next few hours, she sat, feeling alternately euphoric and depressed, and at one point experienced something that could only be described as nausea, a curious sensation for a robot. The only thing Aric said the entire time was "Nazg, you're complex." Her brain was full of information and sensations, and she felt that she needed to do something to process it properly. She needed to surrender part of her consciousness. Was that it? She agreed with herself, that was it. Into the core she had allocated for thinking about herself she allowed the memory processing blocks, shunting her self into a lower-speed memory region. She slept. She dreamed. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Did you have a good sleep?" She lifted her head. "Yes, I... I can move." "You can. I should let you know that you are being closely monitored and that any action on your part which seems violent or dangerous will cause you to self-destruct. Tampering with the skin on your back, near your brain core, will likewise cause you to self- destruct. It mechanism is a small explosive charge. Don't bother trying to find it with internals." She did anyway, at least superficially, before giving in and deciding that she would take his word for it. There was some pronounced recent work on her back. Sensors were picking up the scent of glue there, indicating either that she was on fire or that work had been done there in the last few hours. There was no heat signature so she obviously wasn't on fire. She sat up on the steel table and examined herself. Her weight simulation bladders had been emptied and her height management system had gone back to normal. That meant that she was her usual 175cm in height with the body of a slim woman with almost nothing for a bosom. She was dressed in a hospital modesty smock and not much more. "What's next?" Another male, this one a Felinzi in Pendorian battle dress, walked in. "What is next is that you tell us where your starship is and how we can use it to get to Unnamed." Aric seemed to sigh visibly, as if he hadn't anticipated this intrusion. "Angel, meet Captain G'Mer. Captain, our Angel." G'Mer bowed. "How do you do?" he asked. "I've been watching your progress most closely. You probably can guess just how much trouble you've been." He straightened up and approached her. "You can probably also guess how much trouble you are in. Murder is not something we take lightly. But, I am also willing to accept the AI specialists' designation that you were under the influence of a behavior modifying system, and if so, then you were merely an innocent victim, a weapon used by someone else, someone with malicious intent." She nodded. Inside, she could feel registers filling with code snippets labeled 'fear' and all of them with different possible responses, some of them violence directed at these two. Those were immediately latched onto by more fear-snippets, bad code being overwhelmed by a psychological immune system dedicated to keeping her in one piece. "I'll do what I can. My ship is the CV So, Your Brother's In Jail?, on warehouse station seven. It is occupied by another robot with a simple high SI system, and is heavily defeneded by automated systems." "We already have the ship and your friend under our control," G'Mer replied. "Don't worry. We didn't hurt anyone. You'd be surprised how good our own robotic systems are these days. A little alert to get an airlock open, a sticky drone the size of a hair, and once we're in... well, we have tricks." She stared at him, unbelieving. "That ship was secure!" "As secure as it could have been a century ago. These days, security is meaningless. It's defense that you have to worry about instead." He paused. "Anyway, your big friend managed to erase the destination code before we completely isolated his brain. Your security was good enough that he self-destructed. So, can you tell us where we're going?" Angel smiled. "Of course I can." "You realize that--" She rattled off a string of numbers. Aric glanced down at his screen and grinned. "It's an abandoned mining colony with a pretty hefty collection of SI systems for support. Apparently, it became irrelevant when the ore played out and the Pendorians started supplying wholescale solar recycling systems to the nearby systems. Hauling it further wasn't economical, and the VN system wasn't worth transplanting either." "Can I get some clothes, please?" Angel said. Aric said, "Shit. I'm afraid your clothes were destroyed when you were captured." He glanced down at the screen. "Trei, get this young lady some clothes." "Right away, doc," came a voice from the speakers. "Trei, meet Angel. Angel, meet Trei." "Hi." "Hi." Angel wondered if she should wave to anyone. She had never actually spoken to an AI before. It was on odd experience, not using a radio. "I have ordered you some clothes to your dimensions and they will be delivered shortly. I hope you don't mind that I've essentially replaced that lovely sundress and given you a pair of sensible shoes. Those mid-heels you were wearing were not appropriate for the woman of size you were pretending to be." Trei's voice was pleasant and matter-of-fact, but Angel found herself wanting to talk more to this AI. "Trei, while I'm at it, order a half kilo of unflavored yeast or soy cake and a gallon of water from the kitchen." "I'm on it, doc." "Now, what?" Angel said. "After your clothes are delivered and you have eaten," Aric said, "I'm afraid that what comes next will not be pleasant. You will be taken on board the Pendorian starship Derbatuluk and you will be examined very closely by a battery of AIs and other experts. Some of it you will be conscious for. Some of it you will not like. It will be hard for you. But it is necessary for your own benefit. While there is no reason for you to trust us and every reason for you to fear for your own survival, remember that we hold the keys to your self destruction, and if you should get out of range of our transmitters, you will self destruct. You have no reason to assume that the Angel who wakes up when it is over will be you, other than that I give you my word we will not alter your programming without your prior consent. "When it is over, if all goes well, we will remove your explosive charge." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Her room on the Derbatuluk was comfortably appointed, complete with a bath and a delivery for the kitchen. The door was locked, guards awaited her outside, lasers tracked her inside, and an explosive device nestled painfully close to where her brain lay hidden behind her chest wall. The door opened. She raised her head from the bed and looked up to see Aric entering. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "Awful," she said. "Aric, why are they doing this to me?" "We have to be sure that the effect of Unnamed is over. You could still be a danger to yourself, to us, to some other person you haven't met yet. You said that you had removed your loyalty to it, but what about your impulse to complete your objective? The tests are meant to exhaust you, to measure your reserves and then pull them down, and then see what kinds of reactions you have" He pulled aside a chair to make room for his body and then settled down next to her, taking his hand in hers. "Angel, you have to understand. There are more possible designs for robot consciousness than there are for human consciousness, mostly because there are more possible hardware platforms. There's only one kind of human brain, y'know. So we have to map you out before we can begin to analyze the danger you represent." He looked into her eyes, and she knew that he didn't think to find anything revealing in them, but she tried to show something anyway. She let some subconscious processors that wanted have them, just to see what the effect would be. He smiled. "I just... I wanted to come and apologize to you. It isn't fair what we're doing. It isn't the Pendorian way, not really, so to our culture that kind of concern isn't relevant. "Most people don't really think about it, but Pendor is a facist state. Not in the way most people think. For Pendorians, the Ring is more or less a well-run anarchy. There's no constant governance of the people who live on the Ring. There's the AI monitoring, to alert the neighbors to trouble, but for the most part, people are left alone, or at least have the illusion of being left alone, for long stretches of time, centuries usually. "One of the standards of an 'enlightened' society is that 'person' and 'citizen' mean the same thing. But Pendorians recognize an entire class of persons who aren't citizens, namely non-Pendorians. Of course, Terra does the same thing in the other direction, but Pendor pretends to be better than Terra at being an enlightened society." His face took a grim turn. "Pendorian Intelligence is supposed to make things different. We're supposed to bring more people into the circle of citizenship. But we have to make sure that the people we bring in qualify as persons by Pendorian standards. We have to guarantee some homogeneity in our citizenry. In that respect, as a culture, we have failed our enlightenment. By making seperate law for the homogenous home and the heterogeous other, we have strayed into what political scientists call the post-facist condition. It's still facism, it's just not state facism as we think of it." He paused as if looking for the next right words. "What I'm trying to say, Angel, is that you aren't regarded as a person by Terran standards, but you might by Pendorian. Their job is to find out if you can be that. I'm sorry that the experience has been such a hard one." She looked up at him. Unsummoned by any conscious code, her eyes began to fill with tears, and when she noticed it only confirmed her feelings. "I just want... to figure out what I do next." He smiled. "You were a pretty good assassin." "No," she said, shaking her head. "I've been looking at that code and I've decided that I can never kill another sentient being. Never, period. Not in self-defense. Not even in the defense of another. I can never let myself get used like that again." He touched her hand. She was shocked by the intensity of the sensation, the way so much of her attention wrapped itself around those signals traveling up her arm. "We're still watching you to see when you stabilize. I'm worried about you." "You are?" He nodded. "I just want you to know that I'm cheering for you. Every person who has fears and aspirations, even if it's just to survive and see what happens next, deserves a chance." She wiped away the tears, annoyed by their presence, wondering if she should find that stream of code and exise it, then deciding that it was there for a reason. She was finding it easier and easier to let her brain be, even though now she had access to it completely, and just enjoy being herself. She idly thought about the reward mechanism organization that caused that kind of thinking, then moved back to the outside world. "I appreciate that Aric." "Just take care of yourself. You'll make it through this in one piece." He had said that before and each time she hadn't been sure she believed him. This time she was a little more sure. Not much more, though. Just a little more. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Are you familiar with the story of the executioner's room?" Aric asked her the next day. She shook her head. "It's an old fable. The idea is to make execution seem humane. Awaiting an appeal, or a trial, is nerve-wracking enough, so you put the accused in a room where he cannot know the details of the deliberations. The room is exceptionally comfortable, but all news of the trial is edited out of any media streams he has access to. When the trial is over, he is told he is free to leave. Grabbing the doorknob, however, kills him instantly, but he does not know this. If he's found guilty, obviously." She nodded, many modules crowding her brain, forming connections, coming to conclusions. Her brain formed completely logical alternatives with associated probabilities, each with margins of error so large that they were worthless as predictors of her fate. "You're free to leave, Angel." She looked over at the door. "It doesn't have a doorknob." He grinned. "And you know what that means." "You mean, I'm free?" "Really. Come. I'll hold your hand and lead you out into the hallway." She took his proffered hand and followed him. Nothing horrible happened as she approached the door. She knew that if something did happen, her own inner narrative would stop right there. There would be no pain, no sensation of any kind. She wouldn't notice it at all. She, and the thread of her life, would cease right then. But it didn't. She went on. Her anticipation of the future, frightening as it was, was also thrilling and joyous, and she smiled at him with all the happiness she could possibly show. "Aric!" she gasped. "Angel?" "I... I've just had a... I've got to get to a library. Soon." She paused, made a mental note of a kind humans cannot, a guaranteed delivery of a memory to her attentions at a set time or under set conditions. "What?" "I've just discovered that I'm not afraid to..." She hunted for the word. She didn't want to use a robot word, didn't want to get too wordy on the human end of things. Ultimately, she chose the simplest, shortest word. "I'm not afraid to die." He turned and looked at her. "Are you afraid to live?" "No!" she said. "Good! One more soul loose in the universe is a good thing." He grinned at her, and she tried to grin back. She was one of them, now. But his lesson about Pendorian facism stuck with her. She was one of them because she was their kind of soul. She was "civis." But being non-civis was like being a non-person in the minds of many citizens. Her newfound sensitivity to her own plight, and that of others, led her to understand what kinds of atrocities could happen when people became convinced that non-civis really did mean non-person. It was the strategy of genocides. She was beginning to care, if only by analogy. And then she remembered how she had ended up here in the first place. There was one being out there who seethed with hatred, who believed that there was only one person in the universe worthy of attention. Itself. "Unnamed," she said aloud. "There's a Battle Group on its way to taking care of it. We'll know in a few days if there's any problem." "Aric? Are we still in orbit around Discovery? Can I visit the surface?" "I don't see why not. I don't recommend going anywhere near Adwoa Benedict, however." She agreed. "Would you go with me, Aric?" "I'd be pleased to do so, although I'm afraid that much of the city is not built to someone of my scale." "I just want to walk free." Aric smiled in a way that told her he understood her need perfectly. "Then, my lady, we shall walk free and be the center of attention. Fortunately, I'm not that big. There are much larger Centaurs who would have a much harder time." His tail flicked casually. They SDisk'd down to an outdoor commons filled, at its center, with the noise of five different performances all happening at once. It was a lovely, open park; they'd appeared in an oversized gazebo made of local wood and whitewashed with particular care. The park was made of large stretches of green grass curiously intercut with patches of grass that at one time had been marketed under the name True Blue, but nobody cared much about marketing on Discovery, apparently. Angel was hard- pressed to recall an advertisement other than shop signs. As she and Aric wandered through the park, she made a mental map of the blue and green and decided, after a few minutes of thought, that from a height the park would probably look like a map of Discovery with the colors reversed; blue for land, green for ocean. It was someone's idea of art, she supposed, although she did notice hundreds of modules within her brain encircling the idea and incorporating it. She wondered what would come of that. She set a new module, one with deliberate parameters, to advise her if certain generic conditions occurred. There was every possibility that something interesting could occur without a spike or high drain in CPU, memory, or I/O, but it was at least a try. She followed Aric past a quartet of musicians very clearly playing on key and in sync, with slight variations that made up distinct voices for each player. They were not merely recreating the music on the page in another form; they were actually saying something with the music that was not on the paper. She listened, and after a few seconds shunt off the chattering analytical processors to a collection of conclusion handlers in the hopes that they would give her something more than mere numbers. And they did. For the first time since in her conscious life, Angel was getting messages about how much the performers liked the music. The conclusions were multilayered. One read, "That one is enjoying himself." But querying with "How much?" gathered other, lesser conclusion handlers like "A lot" and "He's tired." This information fell back into the processing loops and disappeared under thoughts of needing sleep, wanting to help, even a little envy that that much pleasure should be available for so little work. So little work? another asked. She smiled. She knew very little about making music. She noticed Aric looking off into the distance. She followed his eyes and found him staring at a cafe with an outdoor area large enough to suit him. "Coffee?" she asked. "I could definitely go for coffee." "Then let's go." They walked across the grass, passing under a stand of trees that gave off molecules she knew would mean scents she could barely interpret, but that kind of abstraction would have to wait until later. The world had a different tinge to it. There was no job, no terrible purpose awaiting her at the other end of her day. She could barely imagine what the world should be like without someone to kill, or another assigment to return to. She could imagine a life without the blackness at the end of the job. "Aric? What do I do with my life once... Unnamed is gone?" Aric grinned. "What everyone else does. Try to figure out what to do with their life. And once you figure that, you go on to do it. If it isn't what you want, you move on." She nodded. "I was just wondering. It's just..." "You're feeling what every other person feels when they come into the world. Humans, at least, have the instinct and the freedom to simply be illogical and follow some God around. Pendorians know where they came from and robots know exactly how they get to where they are unless they choose to shut those down. But you don't strike me as the kind of person who'd both shut down access to your lower processes and tell yourself to forget that you ever had access to them." She shook her head. "Not since I got access to them!" "See?" He looked up at the human waiter, asked for something ridiculously complex that would nonetheless be loaded with caffiene, and asked if she wanted anything. She looked up at the waiter. "Something simple. And sweet." The waiter nodded and walked off. "So... " "You could do many things. Before you were Vengeance, you were something else." "Something unconscious." The waiter returned with a cup of something steaming and smoky-grey in color, topped with whipped cream. "Mocha for you, and centaur-tall skinny moo pendoricano for you." He dropped a huge mug next to Aric. "But were you good at it?" Aric asked. "There's an entire library of skills in there waiting for you to access. You could try them out on anyone you chose. Anyone you wished." She smiled at him. "Bath." "Yes, we found him and interviewed him. He seems to be a nice kid. But you were a medical robot long before the grey marketeers took you apart and turned you into an erotic android, or whatever they called you back then. You could be a lot of things, Angel. On one level, you're just a brain in a convenient transport package. You could go for a refit for hard vacuum and become an explorer or a starship engineer. You could become a starship. You could even become a human, although I understand that that transition is very frightening for a lot of silicon people." "I've been through it. 'The ''me'' who wakes up tomorrow will be convinced that I'm the same ''me'' who walked yesterday.' It's the 'me' of today that has to be convinced, though." He nodded. "When you toss in the fourth dimension into thinking about the self, when you really start to think about it, you really start to realize how poorly connected we are to reality. Nevermind the lack of awareness we really have about our immediate self. Ever heard of the vision completion problem?" "No." "Intel people like me love stuff like these. A man walks up to you on a somewhat crowded walkway and asks for directions to someplace on the other side of campus. Two people rudely walk between you and he, carrying a large panel, like a door. You continue giving directions to the man you were speaking to. Only it's a different man; he and the original man traded places while he was hidden from sight behind the panel." "So?" "Half the people don't notice." "You're joking." "I am not. All the human brain remembers is that you were giving directions to someone. You'll probably never meet that someone again, so your brain doesn't bother cataloguing any details about him. Hair color, skin color don't matter. Heck, even a change of sex or species only drops the failure rate to one-quarter. He's interchangeable with anyone else you could be giving directions to. Literally." "I wonder if I'd be different." They were silent for a while. She sighed. "It's all so hard." "It was easier when you had a job to do and your horizon was limited to the next assignment." She nodded. "Well, I'm still cheering for you, Angel. It's my job to make you want to live. To find something in the consciousness and turn it into a viable, thinking person who wants to keep going on." "I already do," she said. "I just don't know what." "It's a huge universe!" he said, becoming animated. "There must be something you want to do!" She grinned. "I need to know what I'm good at, besides being a killing machine." She leaned back in the chair and tasted the mocha. She found it surprising that anyone would like anything quite so bitter, and she was surprised at how complicated it was. She dutifully recorded every last detail about it, hoping someday to make sense of it all, to give herself a sense of taste that corresponded to something most humans enjoyed. She asked, "Am I being watched by something other than you?" "Yes," he said. "Something I can't easily see, probably would have trouble finding, and implacable?" "Yes." "And my only restriction is that I don't go anywhere near Adwoa Benedict?" "Well, and you don't kill anyone else, either," he said. "We've defined 'anywhere near' as 'within eyesight or 25 meters.'" She nodded, then pulled herself up. "I'll be right back." "Where are you going?" She smiled at him. "To the ladies' room, of course." She walked into the cafe, enquired at the counter, and followed the signs. When she came back, Aric looked right at her without registering her until she sat down. "Hello, Aric." "Ring!" he swore. "Don't do that! Do you have any idea how disturbing we find facedancing?" She had changed back into the tall, blond woman with the blue dress. She nodded. "I know. I didn't do it to bother you. But I had to change my appearance to something else. If you don't mind, Aric, I'd like to go out tonight, alone." "Go where?" "To a restaurant." "The Raindancer?" She nodded. "If you don't mind, I'll still have one of my people tail you. If you find your boyfriend, well, we won't follow you into his room. But Teri will still be watching you." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Later, she easily spotted her tail, but did nothing to shake him off. She understood that being followed was going to be part of her probation for a while. She didn't try to talk to him. He was just part of her background. When she walked into the Raindancer, a different band was there, playing something slightly more jazzy than what she had heard the night she had come here last, over a week before. Such a short time for her, and yet really an eternity. The beginning of time, she thought. The socialization capabilities the Unnamed had given had already been creating dissonance, pulling her in two, making her realize that there were two different people inside her. Only one of them was a murderer, and she did not exist any longer. She looked around, spotted a familiar face, the girl who had complimented her. She walked right up to her and, suddenly, felt a little unsure about where to go. "Excuse me?" she asked. The girl looked at her without a hint of recognition. "Do I know you?" "I was here about a week ago with a young man named Bath? Do you know where he is?" "Bath? Oh, the goth guy. Nope, haven't seen him." "Thanks, anyway," Angel said. She turned to the bar and asked for a water and a sandwich. While she ate, she watched the crowd, trying to pick up any hints of how such to become one of them. There was a lot of curious maneuvering going on, and with the precision hearing the Unnamed had given her, she could hear every word. She sighed and turned to leave when Bath walked into the bar, looking left and right, as if looking for someone. She stared right at him as he scanned the bar, and when his eyes stopped on her, he walked straight over to where she stood. "Angel?" "Hi, Bath." "I thought you'd left." She shook her head. "Thing have gotten... complicated. I'm afraid I'm going to be on Discovery for a lot longer than I anticipated." "I can guess. Did you know that the local police interviewed me about you? What kind of trouble are you in?" "None, now. I just... Bath, I need someone to talk to." "Is it safe to take you back to my house?" "Does Adwoa Benedict live in your apartment building?" "I don't recognize the name." He pulled out a uPADD and examined it. "Nope, nobody by that name in the building." "Good. Let's go." He led the way again, and this time when they got into his apartment, she sat down in the chair opposite the couch, uninviting. "Bath." "What kind of trouble are you in?" he saked. "I'm not, anymore. That's kind of why I wanted to talk to you. Bath, I learned something about myself that I didn't know. Remember when you called me a 'lady of mystery?'" He nodded. "I was, really. Partly. You see, I'm not a lady." "You're a man?" he asked, half-joking. "I've seen you naked." "No, something far different. Bath, I'm an illegal AI. A robot." He looked at her. The silence frightened her the longer it went on, and then he finally spoke. "No. You can't be. How is that possible? What's with the police?" "I was designed a long time ago and had some seriously bad programming. That's why the police talked to you. I'm an unregistered and illegal AI set loose by a sociopathic programmer. Or, I was until the Pendorians set about fixing things." She looked up at him, her eyes wet. "Until they fixed me, Bath, you were... you were lucky I didn't kill you." A look of understanding came into his eyes. "Senator Ozaki and Will Shellingworth. They were all over the news. That was you?" She shook her head, ashamed of the half-lie she was about to tell, but unwilling to tell a truth that might drive him away. "Another one of me, made by the same person. She self-destructed when the Pendorians tried to capture her. That's what I was led to believe." He looked at her. "Am I in danger now?" She shook her head. "No. The Pendorians fixed it. You weren't in any real danger to begin with. You weren't a target." Tears were streaming down her face. "I'm sorry, Bath. If you'd been a programmer and not a musician, though, I might have thought about it. It was only your profession that kept you alive." He was still looking at her. Again, there was a silence so deep. Then, "What do robots drink?" he asked. "I'd like a glass of wine," she said. "Something you like." "Can you get drunk?" he asked. "Give me a second to find out." She closed her eyes and examined her inner programming. There was a disorientation system that could be activated by chemical cues. It was much safer than being drunk; her activities were better constrained that a human's, but her thought processes would be heavily disrupted, given time and enough alcohol. She could also cancel the effect with a single thought, although it would take a first or second law impulse to make that happen. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Yes." "What was that about?" "Bath, the person who made me cut off access to my lower levels of programming. The Pendorians gave it all back to me. I had to see what was in there. It turns out that I'm programmed to be a party hostess of sorts, before the assassin programs were put in." She smiled. "That's why you dance so well." She nodded. "And why I didn't know if I could or not before you pulled me out onto the dance floor. The programmer-- I don't know his name but the Pendorians know where he lives now-- hid all the details of my inner brain from me. He didn't want me to know the truth, so everything that came out of my subconcious was put through a crude filter to make me think only about my assigned target." "Then how..." "The filter was getting weaker because the only way I could do my job was to socialize, and monomaniacs are poor socializers." "Oh." He handed her a glass of wine and took a glass for himself. Angel sipped at hers and felt the rise of a large mass of processes, some labeling the wine as adequate, others warning her that being drunk would be a bad idea, others insisting that it would be an excellent idea. She smiled at him. "It's not bad." "Thanks. Local stuff. I don't know much about wine, but I know what I like." She smiled. "I don't know anything about wine." "You said that about dancing." He paused. "I don't know if I'd ask you this if you were an organic. On the other hand, I probably wouldn't have reason to ask this if you were an organic. What did you know about sex?" "Plenty. Unfortunately for the programmer, that was my original purpose, and he couldn't erase that without destroying the social skills that made me useful to him. And I think his resources for modifying me were limited." "Angel? Why did you come finding me?" "Because... Because I felt I owed you an explanation. I wasn't fair of me to leave you with a mystery like that. And... I liked you. A lot. You were nice to me. And you were the first person I'd slept with since my memory was upgraded who didn't leave me feeling depressed and worthless afterwards." "Because you didn't..." "Because I didn't kill you, right. It's not what I was meant to do." She reached out and touched his hand. He startled to pull it away, then stopped and put it back where she could reach it. She held his hand, stroking it, admiring the fine, smooth skin and delicate bonework underneath. "You're a gorgeous hunk of a man, Bath." He grinned. "Thanks. So, are you under the Laws of Robotics now?" "I guess you'd have to call it first and third, but I'm my own person, so I won't follow orders from a human being involuntarily." He smiled. "I can't look at you and think of you as a robot. You're such a beautiful girl. Are you sure you're not dangerous?" "I'm being monitored. Still on probation. If I give the slightest hint of being dangerous, they'll shut me down." She yawned. "You get tired?" he asked. "Yeah. Like people. I take in a lot every day. Sleeping lets special memory-organizing code take over and integrates my day experiences back into active code." She smiled. "I only learn things if I get sleep. I could go forever without sleep, but I'd become a boring person." He was still staring at her. She watched his eyes flicker towards her breasts, then up to her neck and face. She grinned at him. She stood and slipped beside him on the couch. "You like looking at me this way." "You're very beautiful. You could never be a boring person." "Don't tempt me. I'm a facedancer. I could be any woman you wanted." He thought about that for a second. "I'd like the one I knew a week ago." Angel answered him with a kiss. His response was tentative, then warm and ready. He moaned softly, and she felt herself growing wet between her thighs. Her body wanted him, if nothing else. For a brief second she thought that humans had such strange feedback channels, but the thought dissolved into a haze of pleasureable experiences that she chose to let happen without analysis. His hands were on her chest, kneading her small breasts, pinching her nipples. She whimpered, a sound deep in her throat. "I think I like that." "I think you do, too," he replied with a smile. "Gods, you are hot, Angel." "Bath?" she asked, looking into his eyes. "I... I have another confession to make. When I last slept with you, I had the old filter installed. The dangerous one. It's gone now, and for the first time in my life, I'm a conscious person. On my own. Legally, morally, and philosophically whole, by Pendorian law." She paused, seeing the realization dawn on his face. "I hope you're ready for a virgin." "I'll do my best," he said. "Not that you need help. I imagine all your old knowledge is still there." She nodded, her mouth caught between a grin and a kiss as they fell towards the couch. "Let's move this to the bedroom." The bed was just as she remembered it, soft in all the right places, hard enough to support her back. She took a closer look at the walls and the windows, enjoying the sense of design that Bath had put into his home. The bed had four posters, tapered beams of wood that suggested masculinity with blatant energy. So, too, the grey marble dresser. A statue of a female dancer in mid-leap occupied an otherwise uncluttered dresser. Bath sat on the edge of the bed and held out one hand as if to coax her into his arms. She eagerly accepted his invitation and was surprised when he turned her around and sat her down in his lap. "What?" "I want to see you," he said, pointing with his pinky at the mirror over the dresser. He opened up the buttons on the front of her dress with a minimum of fuss, exposing a black, lace bra with less than half-cups, her nipples pointed. She could see desire in his eyes, a smile of eagerness on his lips. She smiled back at him, reaching back with one hand to tousle his hair, finally free to do it without thinking about the device that had once been under her palm. His hands caressed her belly, and one found her navel. He laughed softly. "I didn't know robots had navels." "I have to pass as a human in all ways," she said. "I'm glad for that," he whispered, kissing her cheek. She turned her head towards him and they fell to the bed, mouths locked in an ancient form of battle. She moaned at the weight of his body atop hers as they rolled over, still mostly dressed. Bath slipped down the length of her body, sliding off the edge of the bed as he did so. He was kneeling on the floor, and with one offered hand helped her into a sitting position, her feet on the floor. She watched with eager curiousity as he pushed up the edges of her skirt, exposing her bare, hairless mound to his eyes. He looked up at her. "If I... Angel? Can you come?" Caught off guard, she said, "I... I don't know." "Wait," he said. "Before you go looking, let me see if I can find out for us." His mouth touched her lips, and she leaned back, parting her legs for him. His kisses on her mound were slow, and penetrating. His tongue slipped between the lips of her vulva, pressing into the tender skin underneath. Someone-- her original owners, the Unnamed, or maybe even the Pendorians-- had given her a gift beyond words. She would never know who, although she doubted her most recent master. At the touch of his mouth on her skin, her body began giving her signals of warmth and desire, and as his tongue found her clit she found need in there as well. She felt the touch of his lips upon her as an experience to cherish, and the hot pressure of his flickering tongue between her lips sent her mind into an all-consuming overload of pleasure that had her screaming, "Bath! Bath! Oh, fuck, Bath!" He looked up at her, a puzzled look on his wet face. "What happened?" "I can come!" she said. "I can come a lot!" Her eyes were wide with excitement and pleasure. "Oh, wow." She looked at him, dazed. "Do that again!" "Please?" he teased her. "Please," she moaned. "Yes, please. Please." He didn't hold back from begging like that, and she soon had her legs over his shoulders. He licked her through three more climaxes before finally she settled back from diminishing returns and he protested that his mouth ached with the effort. He stood up, his cock semi-erect, and she took it into her hands and stroked it eagerly. "Your turn?" she asked, eagerly. "There's a lot of making up to do, if we're going to be fair about this." She pushed herself away from the edge and he eagerly followed her. He knelt between her parted legs, her bare mound slick with her juices and his kisses, and with one thrust his eager cock slid deep into her body. She moaned, giving herself over to the sensation of being opened like that, of making love to this handsome young man whose cock filled her and made her feel alive. He raised himself, and she let her hands stray over those strong arms as his hips thrust against hers. She raised her legs further, spreading them wide and bringing them almost to her chest, letting him have the deepest recesses of her body. "Angel," he gasped. "Angel, Angel, Angel..." His eyes were glazed and lost, his whole body trembled, and he collapsed on top of her, his warm chest pressed against her, her hands caressing the loving body that had given its all. "Oh, Angel," he whispered again and again. She held him tight, and he responded with a moan. "Wow," he finally said, and then laughed. "Wow, you were good!" "You were very good yourself!" she said, understanding perfectly where the laughter came from and returning it measure for measure. "Oh, Bath, let's do this again." He rolled over onto his back and let out a deep and satisfied sigh. "Angel? I'm not looking for a, you know, a relationship." "Especially not with a robot?" "That did not even occur to me. No, I mean, oh, I don't know what I mean. What I mean is, if you want, you're welcome to come over and do this any time you want, but I'm not ready for long walks in the park looking dreamily into one-another's eyes." She grinned. "You just want to be friends and fuck?" "Something like that." "That sounds good to me. I barely know who I am, Bath. It wouldn't be fair to ask you to fall madly in love with me." She lay down on her belly beside him, laying a hand on his chest. "But if you want to hang out with a robot, fuck once in a while, and go dancing, that's fine with me too." "Dancing. I almost forgot. The swing band is playing next Seren. Want to go?" She grinned. "I'd love to." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Embassy Tales: Stabilities Journal Entry 200 / 00100 Erwer, Yavar 05, 00100 September 07, 1984 Nervously, Karen dialed a number. The phone rang once. "Pendorian Embassy, this is Athena. How may I help you?" "Hi, Athena. This is Karen Turrow. I'm calling for Reff Ng. Is she there?" "Karen! Hi! Reff is out, but she's listed as available. I could forward your call." Karen felt herself blush. "Yes, please. Thank you." "You're very welcome. Are you in town?" "Yes, on business, but I have some free time." "Wonderful! Reff will be very happy to see you." There was a click, and then the ringing of a phone in the distance. But when a familiar voice answered the quality was perfectly clear. "Hello?" "Mellon, Reff! Karen nai!" "Karen? Melmet! It's good to hear from you. I was afraid that you had given up on me. You didn't call me after the first few times!" Karen experienced a twinge of guilt. "I had run out of things to tell you over the phone." "Well I hadn't!" Reff's voice was full of mirth even as she growled her response. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?" "I'm in town. US Geological Services conference at the Red Lion, Northside. Are you available for dinner tonight?" There was a pause. "I can't, not tonight. There's a group from Britannica here and I'm supposed to meet with him tonight. We won't be done until nearly midnight. We could get together after that, or tomorrow. Would those be good?" "There's a reception tomorrow night, but I could be free by nine. Do you want to go to dinner after that? I'll be dressed a little formally." "I'm sure Athena can find me something to wear that will be appropriate," Reff said. "Should I pick you up around 9:30, then?" "I'll meet you at the front door." "I'll meet you there." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Karen stood outside the hotel, watching as cars rolled past one by one. She felt self-conscious in her elegant blue dress and expensive hairstyle. A van pulled up, unmarked, with darkened windows. "Karen Turrow?" the driver asked. "Yes?" Karen said, startled that she should be recognized. The driver was a blond woman wearing a uniform that was slightly more professional than one would expect of a driver. It looked almost militaristic. She had exited the van and was holding the door open for Karen. "Pendorian Embassy professional services, Ma'am. I'm here to pick you up." "I thought Reff would be picking me up." "She asked me to drive you to a restaurant. I hope that's not a problem?" Karen shook her head and stepped in, looking around. She wondered what she was looking for. It was just a van inside. The central bench was missing and the front one lower and moved back slightly, providing for much more head and leg room, which made sense given that it was probably used by people as large as Ng'Reff. The materials on the inside were what one would expect from something "official." She took a seat as the driver hopped back in. "How did you get this job?" she asked as they pulled out into Washington traffic. The driver shrugged. "I worked for a pretty sleazy limousine company for a while. Rock stars, dignitaries, things like that, people who paid extra for 'extra,' if you get my meaning. The Pendorians offered me better pay, a steadier gig, and people who would keep their paws off of me." She laughed at her own joke; Karen gave her a smile. "It wasn't something I could pass up. A friend of mine from the service also tried to get a job, but they passed her up. I don't know why; she's a better driver than I am." Karen nodded. "So you like working for them?" "Are you kidding? If I ever have kids some day, I'll be able to recite the names of all fifty-one Pendorian nationals by heart! And some of them are pretty cool people in their own right. There's something about working for them. They respect me. It's hard to explain." She pointed out the front window. "There's your restaurant. Who would name their restaurant The Book Store?" She let Karen out of the van at the front door. "Reff will call when you need me." With that, she disappeared. Karen walked inside. "Can I help you, Miss?" the maitre'd asked. "I'm here for... the Pendorian." He smiled. "Of course. Follow me." He led her into a dark room, laden with dim yellow lights, candles, and curtains of the darkest red. The tables were small circular affairs that in this much lighting may as well have been black. Karen immediately picked Reff out of the crowd. She sat towards the back, her face illuminated by the single candle at her table. When she spotted Karen, her eyes lit up in immediate delight, and as Karen slid into the table, Reff took her hand and squeezed hard. "I'm so happy to see you!" she said. "Come, sit. What are you in town for?" Karen's own pleasure at seeing Reff again kept her from talking for a moment. When she finally did she said, "The US Geological Survey convention. It's not very exciting. I'm spending most of my time on the oceanographic oils and natural gas seminars, because that's what I'm doing right now for a contract, but I should also spend some time on the careers track because I don't think this contract will last." "Where are you working now?" "Fecofi Drilling. He's one of those geniuses who sometimes finds oil where people say there is none. He thinks there's evidence of a huge oil deposit off the coast of Mexico in the Pacific. There are some, but not where he's having the team I'm working with look." Reff smiled. "I can't get over how happy I am to see you!" "I didn't know how I would feel," Karen said. "But it is good to see you. How did your meeting with the Britannica people go." "Terrible," Reff said, grinning. "At least the Geographic people were sensible, but now it seems that because of the deal we made with them a lot of other people have their knives out for us." Reff picked up a menu and handed it to Karen. "Here, order. Eat whatever you like. I'm on an expense account." "So am I," Karen replied. They summoned the waiter who, as efficiently as possible, memorized their orders and then disappeared again. Karen looked across the room. The other patrons were stealing glances at the two of them, as discretely as is possible in a city where the most politically powerful people on Earth congregate. Karen enjoyed their looks, enjoyed that they didn't know who she was. But that made her think. "Reff? Am I in any danger being near you? In San Diego nobody knew you were at my house, at least I doubt anyone did, and nobody ever asked me about it except for my friends. But here, everyone knows you're in Washington and they know where you live. Would they use me to get to you?" "Yes, probably," Reff said, looking uncomfortable. "You're actually not in danger from sane people, but we have noticed that the number of insane people on Terra is alarmingly high and poorly monitored. We're also concerned that you're going to be approached by agents of one or more government agencies, either from the US or other countries, who would want to pay you for any information you would have about us. Economic espionage is yet another possibility, although it's one that we aren't concentrating on since at the moment we don't have much to trade other than a few commodities and our access to space." She squeezed Karen's hand again. "Do these scare you enough to scare you away from me?" "I don't think so," Karen said. The waiter brought their drinks. Karen noticed with amusement that they had both ordered red wine. She tasted hers and found it passable, enjoying the tart spice of it. Reff seemed to enjoy hers. "This is something we're going to have to trade for," Reff said. "There are no wines quite like this on Pendor. We haven't figured out how to make them the way you have, and we don't have the right kinds of grapes." She sighed. "So much to trade for, and I want it all now." Their meals came. Reff ate with a cautious gusto at first, then with apparent enjoyment. Karen enjoyed watching her eat. She had obviously come to enjoy what Earth had to offer and didn't let anything inhibit her from the pleasures she had access to. "I envy you, Reff. You get to enjoy all of these new pleasures from an adult perspective. So many things we're exposed to as a child don't register quite so much when we've grown up. I think I'd enjoy fish more if my parents hadn't lived in a fishing town and made it so often. It probably doesn't help that I've been stuck on a boat with a crew that thinks that fending for itself with rod and reel is a great way to pass the time." "But, surely you have a greater appreciation for these things as an adult," Reff said. "Intellectually, yes. But emotionally? No. Not really." Reff nodded. "I wish I understood better. But Pendor doesn't have a rich cultural life. We have only a few institutions, most of them organized around getting the colony going. Art, writing, music have all been neglected, although not forgotten. With Earth to draw on, there will be more in the future. Hopefully someday we'll begin to make our own contributions." "You will," Karen said. "I know you will, at any rate." Reff grinned. The check came, and Reff grabbed it. "I'm far more capable than you are. I don't think my boss will get upset at the total. And she likes you. I don't know how your boss would feel about me. I don't represent access to oil. Far from it. We intend to reduce Terra's oil needs by two-thirds within the next fifty years." Karen looked up. "How do you intend to do that?" "That's still a secret." Reff grinned. "Actually, I don't know the details myself. That's Trade Ambassador R'Dam's territory. Shall we go?" Karen nodded. They grabbed their stuff and stood up. For the first time Karen got a good look at what Reff wore, and she did not disappoint. An eight-foot-tall felinoid alien with a bulky, powerful body did not seem built for tradition, and Reff, or whoever had advised her, had realized that. She wore black silk pants with flared bell bottoms, a style that Karen had seen before on many of the feline Pendorians on TV. On top she wore a masculine cut white shirt with a white, circular collar decorated by a black stud over the throat. Over that Reff wore a black jacket, feminine but not much so. She did not wear heels. "You look wonderful," Karen commented. Reff grinned. "I'm glad you like it, Karen. I wanted to appear appropriate next to someone as beautiful as you are. I hope I did well." Karen blushed. She was not used to being called "beautiful" by anyone. "Thanks." They walked out onto the sidewalk. The van was waiting for them. They climbed in. "Where to now?" Karen asked. "The Embassy. I have someone I want you to meet. If that's okay with you." Reff struggled out of her jacket and tossed it onto front passenger's seat. Karen nodded, curious. She reached out with one hand and touched Reff's now exposed arm. "I missed you, Reff." The other fem didn't respond for so long that Karen was afraid she hadn't heard. "Reff?" Reff looked away. "I missed you more than you can imagine, Karen. It was more than just missing you. It was like needing you. I was so upset when you stopped calling, I didn't know what to do. Athena said I should call you, but I didn't think that would be fair. I'd already called you twice. Any more and I would have felt like I was harassing you. You had your right to privacy. Athena was just making guesses. It's not like being on Pendor." She paused. "But I so missed you. You were the connection I had wanted, the person who made Earth feel like a place I could call home. When you rejected me..." Karen's heart felt cold in her chest. Is that what had happened? "I didn't reject you, Reff. I... I became afraid that I was bothering you. You were a Pendorian. There are only fifty or so of you on the whole world, you must be so busy doing your negotiations, public appearances, and television shows. I don't have the right to ask you for any of your time... do I?" "You do if I say you do!" Reff suddenly leaned in, making Karen feel small and threatened. "You stopped talking to me and you didn't even have the decency to tell me why!" Karen's fear made her snap back just as hard. "You're from another world! What more reason do I need than that? You don't think like us, you don't act like us, you don't feel like us. Our common basis is that we're both humanoidal carbon-based life forms! Maybe not even that. I have more in common with my cat than I do with you, Reff!" "You can't talk to your cat. It doesn't talk back." "That's where you're wrong. My cat speaks to me in words you just can't hear. She talks about love, trust, affection..." Karen's voice caught in her throat. She looked away. They pulled up to a gate. Reff opened the door and extracted herself from the van. Karen followed her to a small gate, which opened as they approached it. Reff stepped through, her back to Karen, expecting Karen to follow her. "Reff, wait. Wait!" Reff stopped and turned. "You scare me, Reff," she said. "I have a lot to be scared about. It's not your size, or your teeth, or even that you're from another world. It's that you, you're..." She sighed. "I don't want my life to change, Reff. I like the stable little life I've worked so hard to create. I don't want that to go away." Reff sighed, then looked up. "It's going to rain. Let's go inside." She followed Reff into the Embassy. The foyer would not have looked out of place in any major office building, complete with a circular station in the middle occupied by a generically pretty brunette. "Hi, Karen!" the receptionist said, looking up. Reff walked over to the receptionist and said, "Karen, meet Athena." "I'm pleased to meet you, Karen." She glanced over at Reff. "Poppy will be down in a minute." Reff nodded, and Karen thought she saw something else pass between them. "Who's Poppy?" "Poppy is..." Reff didn't finish the sentence as the bell on the elevator announced someone's arrival. Karen looked up to see a blue-furred Pendorian walk out into the reception area. This one was obviously female from the small but visible breasts, something Reff's species lacked. She also had strange arms; it took Karen a moment to realize that she was not wearing shoulder pads but instead really had very muscular shoulders from which extended not arms but something much more flexible, like a pair of powerful boa constrictors. Her eyes were solid green with no discernible iris, and her ears were large, pointed affairs that started where ears should start and ascended until they were even with the top of her head. Unlike other Pendorians Karen had seen, this one had hair, a shocking mass of white, curly hair that tumbled down her back. Her lips were thin and black. Those tentacles ended in a single mitten with a thumb, which she held out. "You must be Karen." Karen took the mitten in her hand and found it warm and dry to the touch, the inner surface feeling much like bare skin. "I'm Poppy. Reff and Athena have told me all they can about you." Karen glanced over at Reff and the receptionist. "What's going on here?" "Poppy is our team therapist, threat profiler, and interviewer," Reff said. "I was curious to know how she felt about you. You said you would be looking for work soon." Karen was stunned. They were offering her a job? "What would I be doing?" "Distance teaching," Poppy said. "Right now we're looking for all kinds of teachers in a number of disciplines. I've reviewed your file from Berkeley, very impressive. You made an excellent PhD. candidate and were consistent as a student lecturer." She looked at Karen, her eyes probing with a depth that made Karen uncomfortable. "You're reasonably stable and you've demonstrated an ability to keep your head on when surrounded by strange creatures from outer space. "You see, Karen, we know much about physics, chemistry, and biology. We know nothing about real planetary geology, solar system astronomy, and other sciences directly related to living on a planet. We also know almost nothing about the humanities, arts and letters, music, and so on. We're recruiting people like you to teach." She smiled. "The geologic stack and Shakespeare are both in the public domain." Karen looked up at Reff, then back at Poppy. "I don't know. I mean, that's a big jump. Will I ever get to meet my students? How will I know if I'm doing the right job?" "Oh, you'll get to meet them. Right now our communications has about a sixty-hour delay time, so you'll be meeting with your students twice a week. We'd like to make the class sessions about three hours, so you'll only have the most dedicated students." Karen thought about it, although she was somewhat off-balance by the suddenness of the offer. "What does it pay?" "Total? We find you an apartment and pay for a one year lease, renewable along with your contract to us. Aside from that, 28K a year and health insurance." The pay was slightly less than what she was making, but if they were going to cover her rent and provide insurance, she would be coming out far ahead. Besides, it was only six hours a week dedicated time plus whatever time it would take to put the material together. What would she fill the rest of the time with? She couldn't imagine living in Washington D.C. But she also couldn't imagine giving the position up. What would she put on her future resumes? "Consultant on Terrestrial and Planetary Geology to the Pendorian Consulate," she imagined. She wondered how that would go over with future employers. Finally, she let out a breath she hadn't been aware that she'd been holding. "I need to think about it." "Of course," Poppy replied. "I just wanted to give you that chance. It's an offer. We'd need more, of course, about your skills and your employment record. People are usually hired more on how we feel about you rather than on your establishing any sort of bona fides. We understand that you know your science." Poppy held out one of her mittens again. "It was nice to finally get to meet you, Karen." Karen took it. "And you," she said. Athena had mentioned that Poppy was the team therapist. Did that mean that Reff had talked to Poppy about her? Karen wondered. "I'll see you around. Reff, why don't you show her the classroom? Let her get a feel for the place." With that, the Tindal turned on a soft-shoed heel and disappeared into an elevator. Reff nodded. "That sounds like a good idea. We can talk down there." She turned to Athena. "I don't think she needs a pass at this hour, do you?" Athena shook her head. "It would be a shame to muck up that lovely outfit with a big, ugly hall pass. I'll alert the staff that there's a legitimate visitor without a hall pass in the area. Your description shouldn't be too hard. 'Stunning, willowy redhead in sexy, blue semi-formal dress.'" Karen blushed. "Thanks." "Good. Then let's go." Reff led her to the elevator, and in minutes they were up a floor, down a hall, and through a door. The classroom was in the classical amphitheater design, a third of a circle in the round centering on an average sized desk with a black plastic top, complete with sink. It could have been any lecture hall in the world. The floor was a rug of institutional yellow, the walls a commonplace brown wood. The only thing about the room that stood out was its cleanliness. She had never been in a room like this when it was brand new. Reff sat down in a front-row seat that seemed to fit her fine. Karen found that mysterious; all the other seats were obviously sized for humans; was there just one chair for Uncia, or did the chairs resize themselves for whomever sat in them? "I'm sorry about springing that on you like that. I didn't know how you'd take it, but I knew that we were looking for people like you to teach our classes and when the subject came up at a staff meeting I put your name into the candidate list. If you want, I'll ask Athena to remove it." Karen shook her head. She took a seat in the same row, two chairs away from Reff. "No, don't. I just haven't had a lot of time to think about it. I wonder what my friends will think." "I expect that most of them will think it's the most wonderful thing that could happen to any of you and they'll be envious of your access to us." Reff grinned. "But you'll miss them. We can provide for regular flights out there, once a month if you really like, so you can visit them." Karen shook her head. "No, the party was breaking up already. Space had found a job in San Francisco, so that particular game that you came in on was shutting down. I wasn't able to play much anyway because my job kept me out to sea a lot. The lease on Mos Eisley ends soon. It'll be hard to keep the group together. These things happen. I guess my time just happened to come up now. Damn." "What?" "I didn't realize how hard it would all hit me. I hate when things start to get crazy." "Think of us as a soft landing pad now that everything is up in the air for you." Reff grinned. "I like English. Your people have a wonderful collection of expressions." She reached out with one hand and let her fingers trace over the back of Karen's hand softly. "You said you were afraid of me. Why?" "You may have realized that, well, I'm not exactly straight." Reff nodded. "I'm in the closet to most people, although Mos Eisley knows and doesn't care. I don't try to advertise it. There's this disease out there killing gay men and people are using it as an excuse. It's like it's open season on gays and lesbians, Reff. "I guess... I've decided to make a life for myself that's harder than usual. I didn't choose to be a lesbian, but I did choose to be an oceanographic geologist. I don't know if I chose to be a science- fiction fan, but... there I am. Have you ever read that most men find smart women difficult? So do lesbians." "I don't think you're difficult. I think you're fascinating. And I'm not exactly straight, either." "It's different for you. Your planet is sane. You didn't seem to care at all. The last time we were together you acted as if our being together was a problem because Terrans thought that my being friends with an alien was a problem. That we're both women didn't matter to you." She glanced down at her arm, where Reff's hand was absently tracing invisible paths on her skin. "That feels good." "It does, doesn't it?" Reff asked. "Karen, I'm sorry if I frightened you. I don't mean to. It's just... as you may have guessed, I talked to Poppy about you. A couple of times. I was worried that I was becoming obsessed with you to an unhealthy degree." She leaned back. "You spoke Quen. You kissed me. You showed me movies and fed me pizza. Your friends are wonderful. I couldn't stop thinking about you." Karen got up from her seat and stood in front of Reff. She reached with both hands for the material of Reff's shirt and pulled the other alien closer to her. They hesitated for one second, then Karen kissed Reff hard, lips to muzzle. For Karen it was a moment of truth, a revelation. Warmth filled her to the tips of her toes and all doubts were momentarily wiped away. When they parted, she whispered, "Then don't." She stepped back and walked to the middle of the classroom, standing behind the large elevated demonstration table. "I thought this was going to be distance learning. Cameras and all that." "Oh, this is better," Reff said. "We don't use cameras. We want this to be as immediate as possible. We use holograms. Athena, do you have any examples?" "Right here." The door Karen and Reff had used opened up and a smaller felinoid stepped through. Karen recognized it as a Felinzi, probably male. "Hi," he said, walking right up to Karen as if he could see her. "I'm Ch'Mrra. My interests are in geology and astronomy, and I understand you're going to be my teacher in one of those fields. I hope to learn a lot from you." He bowed low. Karen, not sure how to react, said, "Thank you." To her surprise, Ch'Mrra said, "You're welcome. Excuse me. This is not class time, and I won't take up any more of your time right now." He bowed again and walked out. Karen watched, stunned, as Ch'Mrra left the room. "That was not a projection!" she accused. "Yes, actually, it was," Athena replied. "It was a collection of thing Ch'Mrra has said and done over the past couple of weeks as we have been assembling students, edited judiciously together into a seamless stream. The objective is to make the students as real as possible. The first two times you teach, they'll just sit there, passively, responding only to mundane things like requests for their names and so on. But in the third class, they'll start to ask you questions about what they heard in the first class. It'll take some getting used to, but we hope that it will make the classes more meaningful to you." "Wow," Karen said. "Could I touch it?" "We could make some tactile impressions, but it would not feel like real fur or skin. And simulating some things, such as bad breath, are just not in our capability. Yet." "What?" Karen asked, catching a glimpse of Reff grinning. "You're asking the sort of questions than would get asked by someone who wants the job. Good." Karen felt her own face fell as old insecurities arose within her. It was Reff's turn to say, "What?" "Do you believe in love at first sight, Reff?" "I have never experienced it," Reff said. "But if you want to know if it happens to other people, other people have reported that it does and I have no reason to doubt their experiences." Karen sighed. "I don't think I can experience it, Reff. I... I'd like to. I read about how good it feels, and something inside me understands what they mean when they talk about it, but every time I have met a woman I liked and wanted, something inside me told me that I would never love her. I can never put aside that skeptical part of me, Reff, the part that wonders why someone wants me, loves me. I had one lover who said she loved the sex by itself; that made me feel like an exotic toy. I don't want to feel that way. I want to feel like a person. But I also want to lose myself in loving someone else. It's like being a junkie, but being addicted to something that doesn't exist." "And how do I make you feel?" Reff asked. "Like nobody I've ever known before. If I close my eyes I hear someone who's been open an honest and only a little screwed up, unlike my former lovers who were a lot screwed up." She laughed. "When I open them I see the impossible, a fantasy but not a sexual one, an eight- foot-tall alien..." "Who wants to hold you and snuggle you and get to know you better." Reff stood up and walked until she faced Karen across the demonstration table. "I don't know what to tell you, Karen. I just happen to like you, a lot. I knew some of my initial reactions to you were too intense; with help I worked them out. Now, I want to get to know you better." "You see, that's it, Reff," Karen said. "You like me. You don't love me. I think I like that. Love places too much of a burden on me to accept or reject it. I don't want to reject you. I've rejected too much already." Reff nodded. "And I've been rejected by too much on Terra, too. That's why you're cutting me off hurt so much. I wanted to understand it, tell you that I wasn't going to be too much to you. I just wanted to be friends." Karen walked around the table and approached Reff, then hugged her close. "And I wanted more than that." "Do you still want more?" "Yes," Karen said immediately. "Yes, I do. Because I like you, Reff. And if I didn't take this opportunity, what would I tell my grandchildren?" Reff laughed so hard it startled her. "That's why I like you! A human strong enough to look forward to the day when Pendorians are just more people, a lesbian in a culture like this brave enough to hope that she can have children some day." Reff picked her up and cradled her in her arms. Karen's body reacted to her friend's physical strength, warmth and fur with surprising desire. She hadn't anticipated the feelings she was experiencing. She couldn't put them into words. Reff carried her to the elevator, then put her down. "Don't want to carry me over the threshold?" Karen asked with a grin. "That must be it," Reff agreed as the doors opened on the thirteenth floor. Karen found it curious that there was a thirteenth floor; the Pendorians had occupied an older building, probably at an exorbitant price, and there had been signs in the front lobby and in the hallway of ongoing construction. They must have changed it to read thirteen, one of those little things to defy superstition. Reff led Karen to a door. "Here we are." She opened the door and let Karen go first. Karen had expected everything to be scaled to Reff's height but, to her surprise, the opposite was true. There was one table of solid, wood construction very low to the ground, surrounded by seating cushions, all on a small square of off-white carpet. The floor was hardwood. The kitchen was open to the rest of the studio and if there had been a bar separating the two it had been removed by experts; there was no sign of construction here. Pantries of beautiful, dark cherry wood lined the wall next to the kitchen. A display case, bookshelves, and one large wardrobe lined the opposite wall; in the display case Reff had a curious collection of nicknacks, kitsch items from her travels around the world. Each had a name. "Welcome to Hawaii!" "Seattle!" "Taiwan!" "Moscow!" There was a rolled-up mat, a carefully folded blue comforter, and two pillows under one of the two beautiful, large windows, and if this was the extent of the room then that must have been the bed. Karen looked up at Reff. "Bathroom?" "That door, there," Reff said, pointing to the gap between the bookshelves and her wardrobe. Karen nodded and made use of it. The bathroom was likewise nothing spectacular, although the ceiling was high enough for Reff and the shower stall big enough. The Pendorians well understood the importance of achieving the right scale. When she had returned, Reff had unrolled the mat and spread the comforter over it. It was a beautiful piece of work, shining silk of the deepest blue into which someone had stitched geometric patterns in white and lighter greens and blues. Reff saw her admiring it. "Yes, I like this. I found it at a small shop in Chinatown and fell in love with it. I'm disappointed that I will never know who actually made it, although I'm convinced that much of it is machine made." Karen walked over to where she sat and giggled. "'The cat sat on the mat.' I have no idea where that's from, but suddenly it's stuck in my brain. And I know I've heard it before." She sat down next to Reff. "What next?" She looked around. "It's warm in here." "I like it," Reff said. "It reminds me of home." She turned to Karen. "How do I take that off?" "What? The dress?" Karen pointed over her shoulder, then realized what Reff was asking for. "Reff... Oh, nevermind." She stood up again and walked to where Reff was sitting. "Unzip me." She felt Reff's fingers probe under her hair, find the zipper, and tug at it. The warm air of the room wafted across her back and strong hands were stroking her shoulders, pushing the dress down over her arms. She let Reff pull the dress down over her waist, and then it fell to the floor. She closed her eyes as Reff's fingers fumbled at her bra, finally opening the latch. Karen helped her take it off. Then those same hands were on her panties, tugging at them, pulling them down. She was trembling inside, not wanting to stop Reff but not sure of what would happen next. She felt something press against her butt, and giggled. "You have a cold nose," she protested. She turned around. "It's time to undress you, too." She went to work on the buttons of Reff's shirt. Reff kicked off her shoes and pants, and then they were both naked, looking at each other. "God, you are so huge," Karen sighed as she dropped herself again into Reff's lap. "The first time I had no idea what to do with you. I still don't. And sometimes I just want to curl up with you and sleep next to you." Reff smiled. "That's one of my favorite memories. The feel of your body next to mine, listening to your breathing." Karen grinned, then yawned. "Sorry." "You're tired," Reff observed. "Close your eyes." Karen did so. Reff's warmth closed around her naked body, her fur pressed against her skin. It was so welcoming, so tempting. Karen's mind kept taking stabs at thought, trying to think of the implications of Reff's offers-- to be her lover, to teach Pendorians, to teach on another world. It was beyond her imagination. Just last year she had been a student at the University of California, a PhD. candidate who just couldn't afford the program and went into industry instead, living under Ronald Reagan and Pete Wilson, another human being who loathed Flock of Seagulls. But she kept coming back to the sensual comforts of Reff's body. Reff began to rumble softly and Karen recognized it as purring, scaled up to someone Reff's size. It felt wonderful. It tempted her. She fell asleep that way. She woke with darkness still outside Reff's windows and wondered what time it was. Reff slept beside her, unmoving, breathing slowly. It took her a few seconds to recognize the rumbling that she heard as purring, scaled up to someone the size of a large bear. She listened for a minute, again remembering the feelings she had experienced when Reff had picked her up. She wondered if that's what falling in love felt like, at some level, and she was just too dense, or too cold, to recognize it for what it was. She thought of the coldness as something that haunted her, something she wanted to be rid of. Her friends down in San Diego disagreed that it was there at all. Space was particularly adamant that she was one of the warmest and friendliest people he'd ever known, and he'd insisted that he would feel that way "long after I stop fantasizing about getting into your pants." The memory made her giggle out loud. It didn't wake Reff. What, she wondered, would be worse? To go on living her relatively quiet existence, every day, for the rest of her life, or to go with the Pendorians, live with them, be challenged by them. It should not have been a hard decision. It was anyway. She tried to picture it and realized that she couldn't. Years of Dungeons and Dragons, Traveler, and Space Opera had not equipped her to actually make the decision or envision her future. There were no stories like this one. There was no alternative to experience. That was the point, she mused as dawn began to break through the windows. There was no experience to go on. It was time to move, she thought, time to change again. Again? When had she changed before? It had always been the same thing, night after night, repetitive. The only break she had seen recently had been Reff's visit six months ago. Athena had said she was everywhere in the building. Karen decided to see for herself. "Athena?" she whispered. "Yes?" came the response in her ear, equally quiet. "Don't worry. Reff can't hear me." "When do I start?" There was a pause the length it takes someone to smile. "I can assemble a class of students in twelve days on Pendor, if that's what you want. Or I can wait longer for you to move." "No, that's okay. If you'll spring for the moving costs, I can do it in a couple of days. Just long enough to pack and say goodbye." "Done," Athena said. "In case you couldn't guess, I also handle the finances around here." Reff stirred then, turning over. Karen looked over in her direction. "Good morning," Reff said. "I was just talking to Athena." "I thought I heard whispering. What were you talking about?" Karen smiled. "I'm taking the teaching job." "I'm so happy you did," Reff replied with a smile. "I think you'll enjoy yourself. What made you decide to do it?" "I decided that I didn't want to do the same thing for the rest of my life. I'm going to miss my friends, but there will never be a chance like this." "And me?" Reff asked. "And you." "You don't sound so sure." Karen nodded. "I don't feel so sure." Reff rolled on top of Karen, pinning her down. By God, she was heavy. Karen felt not fear this time, but the unmistakable thrill of desire. Reff smiled down at her. "I want you to feel sure," Reff said. "I want you to stay." Karen reached up with her hands and caressed Reff's chest. "If we were friends, would we also have to be lovers?" "No," Reff said, "But I would like it." "How much?" Karen teased. Reff kissed her cheek. The feel of that muzzle, the warm breath of this speaking animal, this person, this lover, was more than Karen had anticipated. Her body grew warm, her thighs wet. "Reff..." she breathed. "Hmm?" Reff asked. "Tell you afterward." She grabbed two handfuls of Reff's fur and pulled the Uncia completely down onto her. She pressed her mouth to Reff's, her sloppy tongue pressing up against the thin feline lips of the other fem. Reff's growl would have to do for a moan for the time being. Karen pressed for Reff to turn over and Reff readily complied, lying on her back. From the window daylight poured over Reff's body as Karen straddled her hips. She ran her hands through the luxurious fur of Reff's belly. Reff sighed, but she also flexed her hips suggestively. "You're anxious," Karen observed. "I've been waiting months for this. I don't think it's fair for me to wait much longer." Karen laughed. "You won't have to," Karen said. "I saw this once before," she said as she pushed her body back along Reff's hips, her sex momentarily riding over the hump of Reff's mons veneris. "Ohh," Karen sighed. "We'll have to do that again." She pushed her hips up against the slight ridge and felt the thrill of that fur, flesh and bone as it parted her own lips. Reff's paws were on her hips, helping her as she moved over that slight ridge. She was surprised at how readily she shed her inhibitions around Reff, how quickly she was inspired to do anything she wanted. As Reff pushed and pulled at her hips she found that her mind was willing to call up any number of obscene ideas she could try with what her mind labeled as "the big kitty." She gasped softly, but pushed Reff's hands away and slid back. "I want you to feel something else," she said. She pushed Reff's legs apart and exposed Reff's inner lips to the air. She had seen this before, in her apartment, in the dim light of her shower, but here in the open, under the sunlight in this cheerfully painted and appointed room, she found the pink sight shocking and lovely. It made her mouth water, literally, and she licked her lips. She descended on Reff's vulva. Her lips touched Reff's labia. It was a weird feeling, she thought, a little like kissing one's cat. The fur was unlike human pubic hair; here it was dense and short, insulating and padding Reff's cunt without being a huge tangle that had to be dug through. Tentatively she reached out with her tongue and licked between Reff's lips. The sweet liquid that had glistened at her a moment ago hinted on her tongue. Karen rolled it into her mouth, tasting it, and decided that she liked it. Reff's body shook just slightly. Karen pressed her thumbs just a little bit into Reff's lips, parting them further. Reff's inner labia were tiny things; Karen wondered if that was standard on Uncia. Her clitoris was an isolated little nub right at the top, a darker color than she was used to seeing. But it would still perform the same way, as Karen had found out a few months ago. She lowered her head again between Reff's legs, her tongue taking in the full measure of Reff's cunt, tasting her flesh and the fluids that protected it. Reff breathed hard, "Nai, Karen. Oh, yes. Nai. Nai." Karen giggled, distracting both of them, before she went back to kissing and licking Reff's swollen, hot cunt. Reff's lips had become swamped with her juices; neither of Karen's former lovers had ever been this wet. More for Karen to wonder about. She slipped a finger into Reff's cunt, and in response the big kitty parted her legs further. Another finger followed. Karen was surprised at just how tight Reff was and decided not to try for a third. Reff's hands hovered on her belly, right before Karen's eyes, and she watched as the claws at the tips seemed to emerge and sheathe over and over as Karen's tongue danced on Reff's clit, her lips stroking Reff's mound. Karen stopped just once, completely, to lick her fingers and taste Reff's juices fully. Reff watched, her eyes wide with fascination at what almost felt like a ritual to Karen. She went back to Reff's cunt, a place where the very air seemed to have grown moist and hot. Her tongue buried deep between Reff's labia, she licked and pressed until Reff went completely silent, holding her breath, and then came with a low, long, pleasure-filled groan. The very success of it made Karen's head spin. Reff breathed a sigh as she again relaxed. "Who taught you that?" she asked Karen as the human girl slid up the length of her body to press her head to her chest. "You were wonderful!" "Thanks," Karen said, blushing. Reff surprised her by rolling her over, laying on top of her again. "Oof! I'm going to have to get used to this!" Reff grinned down at her, showing teeth. A shiver crossed Karen's shoulders as she looked at those large and dangerous teeth. She hadn't realized it before, but Reff's head was even a little larger than was suggested by the scale of her body. She wondered why. But Reff made the wondering stop with an insistent and lustful kiss that made all of the heat Karen had been generating a moment ago come back. She whimpered against Reff's mouth. Reff's smile was predatory. "Your turn," she whispered. Karen managed a weak and silly, "Yay!" It made them both chuckle. Karen's turned into a moan as Reff's thick fingers push down through her pubic hair, pressing apart her lips. She felt the touch as a wonderful invasion, one that hinted at pleasures to come. Reff made at most token passes at Karen's breasts before plunging between Karen's legs. The heat of her breath across Karen's nether lips made her shiver. Karen felt like she would melt with the heat, especially after that hotter-than-human tongue slipped across the hood of her clit, making her gasp, "Ah! Reff!" Reff's tongue was also larger than a human; Karen felt as if her entire sex were being attacked by a friendly, wet, warm carpet. And a talented one. She touched the top of Reff's head with her hands, giggling momentarily as she tried to figure out where to put them in relation to the Uncia's ears, only to be transported into heavenly pleasures by Reff's earnest licking. When she came, it wasn't a powerful, all-encompassing thing like the first time. Instead, it was gentle, wonderful, a thoughtful orgasm, if such a thing were possible. Karen felt it wash over her and delighted in it, delighted in the feel of her gigantic lover, her friend. She surprised herself by finding tears in her eyes even as Reff lifted her head from between Karen's thighs. Karen lifted her head. Reff lay down beside her and Karen rolled into her waiting embrace. "Thank you," she said. "Karen?" Reff said, concerned. "I'm okay, Reff. I'm not sure why, but I feel like I'm about to cry. I've never felt like this. You were wonderful." "Then why... cry?" "Because..." Karen felt a sob roll through her and let it go. "Because I figured something out." She looked up at Reff. "Because I like you." Reff embraced her tightly. "I like you too, Karen. But I'm not sure why that should make you cry." Karen smiled. "Because I'm human, Reff, and fucked up." She touched Reff's nose. "And because I felt something different today. Something unhurried, something calm, in what you were doing to me. Reff? We can be friends but... I think I have to tell you something." The Uncia's face fell slightly. "What?" "For the first time, I think I know how to fall in love." Reff's eyes lit up, and she nodded. "If you think so, Karen, I'm willing to let you try." "Give me time?" "All you need," Reff said. "All you need." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Breaking In Journal Entry 147 / 00545 Loende 00545 I sat down to lunch with a huge bowl of rotini salad, ice tea and a copy of Bram Stoker's Dracula. I figured it was finally time for me to finish this monster since I'd been putting it off for several centuries; understanding had eluded me when I'd first tried to read it, way back when I was eleven years old. One thing that kept striking me about reading Dracula, though, was the way the hundreds, if not thousands, of vampire tales kept depicting immortality. Especially since, if the historical precedent for Dracula was Vlad Teppis the Impaler, then I was older now then old Vlad would have been at the writing of the book. They always seemed to depict immortality as boring and dull, but I had yet to find it that way. I was enjoying my perpetual youthfulness. It was a beautiful day outside as I sat on the porch and read. The sun was out, the sky was clear for thousands of kilometers, the air was warmer than most people like but I seem to function well in. With the small SDisk installation in my iced tea glass it truly was bottomless; there were five gallons of the stuff in the refrigerator. The sound of the living room door opening impinged upon my consciousness long enough for me to shrug and go back to reading. My relative peace and quiet didn't last long as I looked up to find Alexi standing in the porch doorway, not so much fidgeting as merely vibrating in place nervously. "Afternoon, kiddo," I said cheerfully. "What's up?" He startled momentarily at my addressing him, as if he hadn't planned on my actually noticing him there. I do tend to get engrossed in my books, I'll admit, but not so much that I won't notice someone staring at me. "Uhm... Dad?" he said, his voice quavering a little. "Can I talk... to you... for a minute?" I like to think I'm a good parent, that my kids can come to me and ask me any question in the universe, and that hopefully they'll also get a reasoned answer appropriate for their age. Alexi is sixteen, and at his age I knew more about sex than most people on Terra ever did back then. I didn't know everything, but a lot of what I didn't know I would later wish I had. So I've answered every question Alexi has had truthfully and honestly, and when I didn't know the answer David knew where the facts could be found, if not the truth. For him to ask if he could ask me something was so unusual it took me a second to form a response. "It must be a serious talk." He nodded. I waved him over and gestured for him to sit down in one of the other two empty chairs set around the tiny porch table. "So... what do you need to talk about?" He shook his head at me. "I want to stand, Dad." He wasn't just standing, he was pacing back in forth in the tiny free floorspace of the porch. It was a slow, almost rocking pace, vaguely hypnotic, and I found it annoying. "Alexi." "Huh? Oh, sorry Dad." I got just a little angry at him, which fathers are wont to do with sixteen year old children. "Alexi. You have something to say to me, you may as well tell me." I smiled inwardly, though, realizing that I sounded a lot like my father had, all those centuries back. He stopped for a second, grabbed the chair in his mitts and looked down at me. His eyes closed for a second, opened, and then he said, "I talked to Mom about this, and she said I should ask either you or Va." I smiled at the distinction. He used Anglic for me, Quen for Aaden. "I've never... slept with a mel before, but I think I want to." "Most people try entalie' sex at some time in their lives." "I know that," Alexi sighed softly. "I... well... " "You want advice on how to?" I asked, feeling at least a little authoritative in that particular arena. "No," he said, his voice cracking softly. It registered instantly what he was going to say next. "I want you to do it." Then he stunned me with his follow up. "Both of you." My brain had frozen like I could feel the gears holding completely still inside my skull. He took my silence as a prompt to keep talking. "I talked to Ember and Mom, and you and Va both know what you're doing and for some reason I can't imagine trying this with a total stranger and when I thought about asking someone in the house who I knew well plenty of people came up but I kept thinking you would be the best and I decided to ask you but not before talking to Mom first about asking you." The gears started turning again. "That's got to be the WORST run-on sentence I've ever heard come out of your mouth, Alexi." He stared hard at me, his throat working as he swallowed his fear hard. The stare held for a few more seconds, and then we both cracked up laughing. Alexi has always been inordinately fond of conjunctions, and I've been trying to get him to shorten his sentences, at least in text, since he was six. "Come here," I said through my laughter. He smiled and sat down in my lap with a heavy "Ooof!" "You're getting big, Alexi." "You're always saying that, Dad," he replied. "You're not mad at me, are you, and you will do it, right?" I sighed, my feeling in a bit of a turmoil. "I'd like to talk to Aaden first, if that's okay. Maybe in a few days I'll give you my answer. Can you wait that long? How long have you been thinking about this?" "A few weeks," he said, looking dejected. "I guess I can wait a few more days." "Hey, brighten up," I said, smiling and lifting his chin. "I'm not going to lie to you, Alexi... I don't know how I feel right now. I'm asking you to deal with the same kind of confusion you have asking me. Is that okay?" His smile appeared on his face. "I guess it is." He put his tens around me and hugged me tightly. "Thanks, Dad." "For what?" "For being the best father I could ever have hoped for." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Later that night, while Alexi and Elizabeth slept peacefully in their individual rooms, I gathered the rest of the family in the bedroom. I pointed to P'nyssa first and said "I think you know what this is about?" She smiled. "Well, I sent him, didn't I?" "Aaden?" "No clue, Ken. What's up?" I sighed softly. "Alexi came to me today; he wants to experiment, to make love with a mel. And he wants you and me to do it." "He... That's interesting." Aaden leaned back against the headboard. "What did you tell him?" "I told him to wait until I'd spoken with you two." "Sounds like good advice," P'nyssa said softly. "Let me ask you, both of you: Do you want to?" Aaden looked thoughtful. "If he wants to... If he really wants to, I think I want to as well." "You do?" I asked, surprised. "What did he say when he asked?" Aaden asked me. I relayed, as accurately as I possibly could (and David agreed with my memory by remaining silent) my conversation with Alexi earlier in the day. Aaden sighed, lowering his hands from atop his head and putting them in his lap. "He's right, you know. It's not wrong for him to want his parents to initiate him into sex of any kind." "I don't know if I could do it," I said softly. "That's because you come from a culture where what we're discussing is considered aberrant," P'nyssa said softly. "Beyond the 'culture of consent' we don't have such preconceived notions." She put her mitt on my arm softly; I sighed and leaned against her for support. "Ken... You've slept with Rainy and Ember before. You've even slept with Richard." I nodded. "But they were all well into their adult years when that happened." "Ember wasn't." "Ember wasn't my own flesh and blood." "Neither is Alexi," P'nyssa pointed out tacitly. "Your next objection will be that you didn't raise Ember in your own home. Technically, no, you didn't. But you were sleeping with her mother every other night. She didn't live in your home, but she was right next door. From the age of five on you spent at least some of your every day with Ember until she was old enough to be the independent person she is now." I closed my eyes again, and P'nyssa continued. "Ken... are you holding back because he's male?" I sighed. The truth will out. "Yes." "Why?" Aaden asked, a little surprised. Angrily, I said, "Oh you know why. No matter how much we try and claim that all sex is the same, there's a fundamental difference in the way men fuck men that you and I understand perfectly well and there's no way we'll ever be able to convey that difference to someone who wasn't born male." Aaden stared at me for a second, nodded, and turned around on the bed, coming face to face with me. "That doesn't mean we shouldn't do it for our own son. Somebody else will, eventually... Alexi will find someone he wants to try it with if we don't." I nodded. "The fact that my brain understands that doesn't mean my heart has to agree." He smiled and kissed my cheek gently. "I want your cock's agreement, Ken; the rest of you will follow naturally." I laughed softly, feeling the hours catching up with me. "It always agrees with you... it might not agree with Alexi, though." P'nyssa rubbed her mitts against my back. "Will you at least try?" "Even if my heart's not in the right place?" "Even then," P'nyssa said. "Listen, you like to compare sex to either friendship or sports, depending on the emotion involved. It's either profound or exercise... you just happen to like the profound kind a lot better." "So?" "So... Alexi is your son. You play catch with him. Toss a frisbee around. Miniature golf. And he's certainly your friend, I hope! I think you could have something special with him. I think you should try." "You make it sound easy." "It should be," P'nyssa said. "Because it's what he wants." There was silence for a few seconds. Aaden broke it with, "Well?" I nodded. "I'll do it." "I knew you would," Aaden said softly. "Ready for bed?" "Very," I replied. "I didn't take a nap today." "Silly Shardik," Aaden replied, his massive furry paw tousling my hair. "Come on, under the covers, both of you." "You're not sleeping here tonight?" I asked. "I will, I will," he replied, crawling under the sheets with P'nyssa and I. I curled up around him and P'nyssa around me and we all went to sleep together. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- As I was getting out of the shower Dave cleared his electronic throat. "Alexi is upstairs with Aaden preparing breakfast." My stomach was immediately attacked by rabid butterflies. I decided that at best I was going to eat half a melon, and one not too acidic, either. Honeydew or cantaloupe if we had any. I grabbed a very simple pair of cotton pants and a grey shirt and ascended the g-tube to the first floor. "Good morning," Aaden said, spotting me even from the kitchen. "Hi," I replied softly. "G'morning, Alexi." He rose and walked over, giving me a hug. "G'morning, Dad." We sat around the table quietly, Aaden bringing me the fruit I had requested. "Alexi..." I said softly. "We've decided." "And?" he asked. I was impressed with my son; he held his face very still, not betraying hope or fear in his expression. "We want to do it." "You do?" he asked, his eyes lighting up like the day. "Oh, that's so wonderful! Thank you thank you!" He literally lunged across the table at me, hugging me tightly, holding me in his arms. He buried his face in my neck and kissed me there, surprising me with his outright eroticism the moment he was given the go-ahead. "Woah, woah..." I said, pushing him away gently. "We have things to discuss first." "Like what?" he asked, sitting down in his chair. "Like, exactly what are you looking for?" Aaden replied, taking up his cue almost perfectly. "I... I don't understand." "Oh, come on, Alexi," I said softly. "You said you wanted to make love to a mel. What kind of lovemaking? Do you want to have intercourse? From which end? How about oral sex? What do you want?" "Oh," Alexi said softly. "Didn't think about that part yet." Aaden laid his hand on his son's arms softly. "What did you think about?" "I just..." Alexi looked lost for a second. "I just thought about, well, getting into bed and doing 'stuff.' I didn't know what 'stuff' I wanted, though." "What turns you on when you think about it?" Aaden asked. "Oral sex. Kissing. Especially a human skin. I can't seem to get over that idea, of kissing a human. I tried it with Milsi, and I really liked it." "What else?" Aaden prompted. "Uhm, I don't know. I guess I want to try fucking." "From which end?" "Well, doing it from the top's just like doing it with a girl, I guess." I smiled gently. "No it's not." "You know what I mean, Dad," Alexi replied softly. "I know, you're going to talk about the spiritual stuff, and I've heard it all before." I chuckled. "Do I really get that carried away?" I asked. "Only when you're talking to erolie's," Aaden replied. "Most melentalie' know what you're talking about." I shook my head. "Okay, I stand corrected." "Oh, really?" Aaden replied, picking up on an old joke. "Hush," I told him. "Alexi, do you want to be fucked, then?" He paused for a moment, then said, "If I say 'no' here and 'yes' in there, would you do it?" I stopped for a second, then said, "No. It's not part of the agreement." "But if I say 'yes' here and 'no' in there, you would stop." "Yes," I said. "Then I'll say 'yes' here, and I'll see what happens when it comes to that." I smiled at Aaden. "We've got ourselves a smart kid." "We always have," Aaden replied. "In both of them." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- As night came across Pendor, I stood out on the porch overlooking the Vinyare' ocean, across the sunlit sectors and up the ring towards the most sparsely, if at all, populated section of the entire ring. I wondered idly if tonight was going to change my entire view of the universe. There are people who think that there's no starry sky on Pendor, that the shadow squares block out everything like a ceiling. Well, we've got plenty of starry nights, when the clouds aren't in the way, and from where I'm standing I'm sure one of those incredibly dim points out there is Terra. Am I as far away from the culture that created me as I should be? Am I too far away? What was that word Robert was so fond of using to describe himself? The latin translated into something like 'burned blood' and I think that was a pretty good description. Terran Twentieth Century Western Culture, American, has burned itself into my blood permanently. I don't work well in threesomes; that's a fact I've proven to myself over and again. That's not a cultural hangup, that's just me. There are so many things about my burned blood that I've overcome... my love of males, my affection for things not human, my interest in pain, my exploration of limits other people dare not touch. Somehow, through all this, there are things even I feel I shouldn't think about. Like touching my children. I heard footsteps behind me but didn't turn around. The scent that wafted over me was distinctly Aaden's as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pressed his hips against mine. "Hi," he growled softly. "Hi yourself, sexy skunk." "Are you ready?" I sighed. "No, but that's not gonna stop me." Silence fell between us. Then, "You say that before heavy scenes, too, you know. We're supposed to be kind and loving tonight." I turned in his arms to face him. "And we will be." I stopped for a second. "Between us, heavy scenes are kind and loving, Aaden. But it's still going to push my limits, and you know it, and I know it." He nodded softly, his face open to a kiss, so I gave him one. He stayed with the kiss, our tongues meeting softly. There's nothing like feeling his muzzle part and our tongues meetings... it's simply indescribable. We separated and he said, "Come on... our son is taking a shower." A small shiver ran down my spine. "You had to word it that way, didn't you?" He smiled. "No, I didn't. I could have called him 'Alexi' and made it seem more impersonal. But you're not like that, Ken." I smiled. "Let's go." We walked together into the living room and dropped down the g-tube the bedroom. The shower was indeed running, though as I sat down in the middle of the bed I heard the water stop running and the intense blow-dryers installed into the right wall of the shower stall open up with a dull, muted roar. The door to the bathroom was only half-closed. After a few minutes even the roar went away, and the house was filled with the sounds of silence. Then I heard the shower door open, the sound of cloth on cloth (or was that fur?), and Alexi stepped out into the bedroom wearing my old terrycloth robe. Aaden shifted slightly behind me and to my left. "Alexi," he growled softly, "come here." Alexi, much to his credit, didn't even startle as he knelt on the edge of the bed and crawled over to Aaden. Aaden seemed to examine Alexi for a moment, then reached out and pulled Alexi into his lap, face up, leaning against his chest. I smiled to Aaden. My cue. I followed to crawl myself, until I was leaning over Alexi, looking down at him. I supported my weight on my right hand, reaching down with my right and touching the cloth of the robe, feeling it's rough texture under my fingertips, sliding my hand where the robe closed, under the cloth and along the fur of Alexi's chest. I looked into my son's solid grey-green eyes. He stared back at me, smiling just a little, but also surprised. I've got to admit that I was surprised at just how excited I was getting by the prospect of what I was about to do. "Alexi," I whispered as the lights dimmed further, "Are you sure this is what you want?" His gaze didn't falter, but I saw his throat flex a little with a hard swallow. He nodded. "Yah..." he whispered in return. "This is what I want." I leaned down further, enjoying the upper-body strength I had now that Aaden had me exercising regularly, until my mouth was a centimeter away from his, then close the gap, softly. He tensed underneath me, then eased back into Aaden's grip, his mouth opening under mine, our lips pressing together. Alexi suddenly showed his intense hunger; with barely a pause he began kissing my chin, my throat. He worked his way down my chest; it was all I could do to hold myself up and let him, watching him attack me with an animal passion that I've rarely seen in the usually reserved Tindals. Then again, he was my kid, and anybody growing up around here learns about animal passion pretty early. I felt his lips slide across my skin, his warm breath spreading across in me like a mystical infusion. A strange image came into my mind, one of watching a mechanical difference engine in operation recently, and of watching the entire body of tumblers roll over at once. Because I felt something like that happen inside me as he kissed me, as if all possibility that I might question this was banished forever. I pushed his head away gently, my eyes searching his face, a face now alight with wonder. He smiled suddenly and shifted. I laughed. "Something poking you in the back, Alexi?" "Something like that," he said softly, squirming in Aaden's arms. He turned over to face Aaden. Aaden wasn't as gentle or as ambivalent as I was; he grabbed Alexi by the shoulders and pulled him close, kissing him hard. I felt my own erection growing under my clothes, watching them kiss. Aaden must have spotted me adjusting myself because he turned to look at me and said, "Take them off. You're not going to need them anyway." "Only if he takes off the bathrobe." Alexi agreed, struggling out of his one article of clothing, so I pulled at the knot holding my pants closed, freeing it and removing my clothes as well. As I pulled them off, I suddenly realized where my last little tug of ambivalence was coming from. Not from Alexi, but from Aaden. "Aaden, lover, this is going to sound strange, but I don't think I can do this, this way." "Oh, no you don't," he chuckled. "You're not backing out of this one." "That's not it," I said resolvedly. "You know I don't work well with more than two people. I want him myself." "Wait a minute," Alexi said with all the objection a sixteen-year-old can muster. "This is my deflowering, I think I get to say what happens!" I watched Aaden's jaw drop as much as I felt my own. "I want both you to be here. That's what I asked for. Dad, Va... please?" I recovered enough to laugh. Now naked, I leaned over Alexi and kissed his throat softly, then his jawline, then his lips, kissing him hotly, feeling his tongue on mine; he has a very soft, almost slick tongue, and as we wrestled I felt my erection returning to full force. I looked down at Alexi again and said "You'll get what you ask for." He nodded as my hand slid down his body, finding his cock between his thighs. It wasn't particularly large; a little smaller than average, really, but one thing I'd learned over the years is that, no matter how much I love Aaden's huge shaft, I really can appreciate any size. I stroked him slowly, watching his eyes flutter and hearing a hissing intake of breath as my fingernails scraped gently over the head. I slid down to between his legs quickly, taking the silky head of his cock in my lips in one smooth move. His hips bucked suddenly, shoving it deeper into my mouth, but I managed, slowly suckling him back and forth. His cock was fully hard, but like his tongue the skin was soft, flawless as my lips rode up and down on it easily. I reached underneath his buttocks with my right hand, where he was held up sitting in Aaden's lap, and tickled his anus. I didn't even press hard. He shuddered again, moaning loudly. I heard Aaden chuckle softly in sympathy. Glancing up in the direction of the chuckle, I saw Aaden's fingers playing with Alexi's nipples softly, teasing them. Aaden was also nuzzling the back of Alexi's neck, his muzzle open and his teeth gleaming in the dim light. I've been reading too much Bram Stoker recently. I shook my head and went back to suckling on Alexi's cock, tasting the little droplets of excitement that oozed from the tip when I sucked hard, toying with his balls gently. I was easily managing all of Alexi's cock down my throat and enjoying the sensation. Overcoming my gag reflex had been one of those things Aaden and I had worked on rather extensively, especially since he has a penis that will gag just about anything, humanoid or not. I felt a paw on my head, Aaden's paw, and looked up. Alexi's eyes were closed, and he had his left mitten in the air, clasped in Aaden's left hand. His right hand lay in his lap. I looked up at along Aaden's arm and into his eyes. "Stop," he mouthed wordlessly. "I think it's time you fucked him." I cheated; flipping switches in my head, I contacted an AIcell nearby and called Aaden. Almost like telepathy. I want him to taste cock, first... We can do both, Aaden replied. "Alexi," he spoke softly. "Huh?" "Turn around." I detached myself from Alexi's cock and, as I pulled away, got a good look at it. There are utilitarian cocks, there are monster cocks, there are common cocks. Alexi's cock is a work of art; there's no way to describe it, really, other than to say that it has a profound... beauty that just sort of draws the eye. Aaden falls under the "monster" category, by the way. Alexi followed instructions as Aaden gave them, turning around and lying in Aaden's lap. "Now, suck me." Alexi nodded and pushed himself further down Aaden's body, coming to rest with his head above Aaden's crotch. "Fah," Alexi swore softly. "I don't even know what I can do with this." Aaden laughed softly. "Do the best you can." Alexi nodded and leaned his head down, licking slowly along the length of Aaden's semi-hard shaft, making it glisten wetly. I watched, fascinated, as Alex worked his way up to the head, slowly tasting every square inch of Aaden's cock he could manage, reaching the tip and sliding around it wetly. I smiled and knelt beside Alexi, easing my right leg over him and straddling his buttocks, looking down at his back, watching his head bob up and down slowly. I ran my fingers through the dense blue fur that ran along his back, feeling his muscles act and react to the demands of his body, feeling him shudder uncontrollably as Aaden's cock activated his gag reflex, enjoying the sensation of just riding Alexi, really. Riding my son. I grabbed a bottle of lubricant and applied some to my fingers, pressing them between Alexi's warm asscheeks, probing for his asshole. He reacted to my finger by pressing up against me, opening himself up so I could reach him better. I smiled as I matted down his fur with the warmed fluid, sliding my fingers over his tight anus, feeling the puckered texture of the hole with the tip of one finger. I slid it into him. He took it easily, settling down onto the bed between Aaden's legs as my finger slid deeper into the hot depths of his body. Happy with his response, and I slid my finger out and leaned over to kiss Aaden gently, then looked down. "Alexi?" "Hmmm?" he said, his mouth quite full. "Are you going to tell me 'no'?" I realized after I said it that there had to be a dozen different ways his reply could be misinterpreted. Aaden's right-- we have smart kids. Alexi's raised his head to turn and look at me. A tear from the effort of suppressing his gag reflex was streaming down his fur and across his nose. He looked up at me and said "I won't tell you 'no.'" I gave him a wide and open-mouthed smile, then leaned down to kiss him; he strained upwards to kiss me instead, pressing his lips and his tongue to my own. The heat between us grew as we kissed, then separated. "Thank you, son." "Thank you, father," he replied, smiling back at me. He lay his head down in Aaden's lap, not sucking on Aaden's cock anymore but anticipating my next move. I slowly slicked the lubricant over my cock and aimed it downwards, pressing it against his asshole gently. "A little lower," he whispered. I nodded and repositioned my shaft, pressing down against the top of it until it seemed to find the actual opening of his anus. "Ready?" I asked. "Yes, father." I smiled and pressed down with a little more force. He slowly opened up and I felt him let me in, feeling his asshole spasm at the intrusion. He gasped hard, his muscles tightening. "It's too much... take it out, take it out, please." I stopped and pulled out, letting him ease back against the bed. He took a deep breath and said "Give me a second." "Take all the time you need," I said softly, my left hand caressing his back, my right hand stroking my cock. I was always afraid of hurting someone, and right now that fear threatened my erection. "Okay," he nodded softly, "try again." I knelt above him and again took careful aim, and this time I slid into him easily. This time he took me without complaint; he lay on the bed softly and sighed, rubbing his cheek against Aaden's massive cock and smiling. "Like that?" I asked. "I feel so full," he said softly. "It feels... strange." "Does it hurt?" Aaden asked him softly. "A little. It's kinda burning at the hole, but that's going away. It's deep inside, though... Dad, how do you take Va's cock like this? It so huge!" He leaned over forward kissed Aaden's shaft. "It takes practice," I said, starting to stroke within him. My gods, he was tight. "You get used to it." "Uh-huh," he said softly as I started to fuck him, slowly at first. He buried his head in Aaden's lap, completely blocking the light from his eyes. Aaden grabbed his own cock and started stroking it slowly, making it grow to full length. I looked down at Alexi's vulnerable body, looking down further and watching my cock slide between his furred asscheeks and deeper into him. He looked so beautiful like this, so soft and wonderful, trembling under me as I fucked him. As my orgasm grew closer I started to fuck him harder; his furred body beneath responded equally, pushing back against my invading cock. For someone who'd never been done this before, my own son was one incredible fuck. "Please," he whimpered, reaching back behind himself with one trembling ten to touch me, "slower... please." "Okay..." I breathed, slowing down for him, slowly stroking his asshole with my cock, feeling his body clench and spasm underneath. "Alexi," I whispered, "I'm going to come..." "Yes, Dad, please... come inside me. Please please please..." I nodded as he gave his final permission to me, feeling the last impediment to orgasm crumble away and the sudden rush of pleasure overtake me. I shoved downwards one last time and came inside him, groaning loudly; I heard Alexi scream with me. I caught myself with my arms and managed to keep from dropping my full weight on top of him. There was still motion on the bed; Aaden was still masturbating, but with an almost immediate shout he came as well, collapsing against the headboard. After a few seconds of this, the three of us catching our breaths, I pushed myself awkwardly to my left, falling back onto the bed with a groan, my cock slipping out of Alexi. I lay on my back with my eyes closed. "Dad?" I opened my eyes slowly and turned. Alexi raised his head from where he lay in Aaden's lap and looked at me, smiling. "Yeah, Alexi?" "I love you, Dad. Thank you." I blinked, smiled. "Oh, Alexi... you're so welcome. You're so, so welcome." I found the strength to move, leaning over Aaden's thigh to kiss him gently. Then I collapsed on the bed again. Aaden laughed gently, and I heard the soft and familiar flutter of cloth; Aaden had picked up a towel to wipe himself off with. "So, Alexi," he said, "What do you think?" Alexi picked up himself up and crawled forward, laying his head against Aaden's shoulder and wrapping his tens around his chest. "Well, Va, I understand why you two like it." I laughed softly and cuddled up close to Aaden on the other side. "Which part?" "All of it!" he said, laughing. "Well, okay, being fucked... will probably take some getting used to. Sucking cock... Oh, I like that. I can do that." I laughed softly and reached out to play with Alexi's hair. "I hear a 'but' in your voice, Alexi." "Yah," he said. "Although I can do this, and physically I think it's really wonderful... you know how we were talking yesterday about the, well, spiritual differences?" "Yeah," I said softly. "You feel the difference, and you think you're more comfortable with male/female difference instead?" He nodded gently. "I'm sorry." "Hey. Hey, hey, hey, that's nothing to be sorry for! Alexi, look at me." He opened his eyes. "What you like and what you don't like is nothing to be sorry for, believe me." He nodded. "I know... but you two..." "Alexi," Aaden said. "I've never felt the male/female thing, because I've never really had sex with a woman. I know I'm happy the way I am." Alexi nodded. "I know." I crawled closer to Alexi and kissed him softly. "Alexi, you're my son, and I love you. I'm not upset with what you did tonight, or what you said." He smiled. "Do you want to sleep with us tonight?" He swallowed and nodded, smiling. "I love you, both of you, so much. Now I know what you two mean about your love; now I know what it's like to have sex the way you two do." "But it's not for you," Aaden said softly. He shook his head. "But I'm glad you're not angry." "I could never be angry at you for that." Aaden eased Alexi out of his lap and onto the bed. "You came to us and wanted to learn something, and we were willing to give it to you." "I know." I cuddled Alexi close, feeling my body against his. "Do you want to come, Alexi?" "He did," Aaden replied. "You were a too little busy to notice, Ken, but there's definitely a puddle here." "You came when I was fucking you?" "Uh-huh," Alexi replied. "I did say it felt good." "Wow, son. I'm jealous. It took me decades to learn how to come from being fucked. Maybe you can find a fem who'll give that to you once in a while." Alexi's eyes misted over for a second. "That would be the best of all possible worlds." Aaden laughed, wiping at the bedsheets and tossing the towel aside. "I'm tired." "You are?" I asked. "Of course," Aaden replied. "Wouldn't you be?" "It's early." "I'm tired too," Alexi said softly. "I would expect that," I replied. "You just got put through a lot." "Yah," Alexi said softly. "You don't have to stay, Dad. If you can't sleep..." "I'll stay with him," Aaden said gently. "I want to." I nodded and slowly separated from the two of them, climbing out of bed and standing up. I pulled the covers over the both of them, kissed them on their cheeks, grabbed my bathrobe that Alexi had tossed aside and put it on, ascending to the living room. The lights dimmed completely behind me. I sat down on the couch and picked up Dracula again, finding my page marker and resuming reading. With a casual thought the entire northern wall became transparent. I looked up at the stars, wondering again which one was Terra but not wondering so much as to ask Dave to superimpose an indicator over my vision. I smiled up at the stars. "You don't own me," I whispered, "And you never did." Then I returned to the book. "And you, you mythical thing--" I stopped and laughed quietly. "Burned blood indeed." After about three hours, I put the book aside and headed down to bed. Aaden and Alexi, father and son, still entwined with one another, cuddled close. I smiled and joined them, falling asleep almost immediately. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Geographic: The Eternal Answers Journal Entry 171 / 00100 Elenya, Cerim 24, 00100 August 01, 1984 Christiane Sutpratthana leaned back in her chair with a mug in her hands and her planner in her lap. Three days into the voyage of a lifetime and already she had become stuck with a quandary. Her planner was her way of keeping her life in order; it had traveled with her through all seven continents of the Earth and had never failed her. Now, however, it had become a source of confusion as she realized that the dates on its pages held little meaning. Days were a phenomenon of a spinning world; years of an orbiting one. Neither had any meaning on this starship, especially not when the entire crew of the ship held to a different clock and a different calendar. She turned the planner over and admired the Geographic logo she had ironed onto its cloth front. She had worked hard to acquire that logo and the associated benefits that went with it. And now a career of capturing all manner of humanity on film had been rewarded with this trip, this ultimate voyage of discovery. Around the rim of the logo was the motto, "To explore, to map, and to photograph the world." She was going to be the first to photograph another world. True, Geographic had run photos taken by NASA satellites, but this time the photographs would be up close, and personal. She missed her cigarettes. She had kicked the habit six years ago, shortly after her diagnosis with lung cancer. She had been lucky; the cancer had been small and well-contained, and with surgery she made a full recovery. She had had moments, especially in the past couple of weeks, where the craving had hit her. This one was particularly bad, but given that so far from Earth that it would take light years to get from there to here, she would survive without them. A knock at the door startled her and she looked up. "Come in?" The door opened. She had been expecting Trellin, the Tindal who had been assigned to her as an adjunct and guide. Instead, one who had overnight become the most recognizable human now living, Ken Shardik, stood there. "Do you mind company?" She recovered quickly. "No, not at all." She closed the planner and placed it on the table. Her visitor took a seat around the tiny table crammed into the corner of her cabin. He touched her planner briefly, his fingers tracing the edges of the patch. "I wanted to come by and see how you and the rest of your peers are doing, Ms. Sutpratthana. And I wanted to apologize for my theatrics two days ago. I realize that I can be insufferable at times. My people are willing to slap me around a little when I become insufferable but I expect Terrans would be a little more timid. "Would you like me to be less timid?" she asked. "I would," he agreed. She smiled. "I accept your apology." "Good. So," he continued, "Is there anything I can do to help you?" She thought for a moment. "I don't think so," she said. "I would like an opportunity to talk further, if you would like that." "I would. I'm free now." She opened her planner and found a blank page in the back. "There's a great secret surrounding Pendor. One concerning the geography itself. Your collection of maps is entirely about Earth; there's not one reference in it to Pendorian maps, cities, towns, or anything like that. In some other documents there's mention of an Arc or a Ring, and a mention of 'the first shadow of night.' That appears so often I don't think it's poetic metaphor. Is Pendor really a world?" She saw a look of surprise cross Ken's face, followed by a slow smile. "You've been doing your homework. Yes, Pendor is a world. It's at least as big as Earth. And there are some oddities with the geography. We want to keep some of that a secret until we reached Pendor. I'm feeling a flair for the dramatic. I'm sure in the first few days you're there you'll be able to find more than enough to keep yourselves busy for the entire year." "It's at least as big as Earth," she repeated. "Is it any bigger?" The grin grew large. "Probably." "You won't tell me any more?" "No," he said. "It's not in my nature to give away all my secrets." She wrote that down in her book. "Do you have any children of your own?" she asked suddenly. "Um, No. My partner and I do not have any children. I don't intend on having any children of my own genes at any time. The Pendorians are my children." "Your partner? I was under the impression that Pendorians don't marry." "Define 'marry' and come up with a universal definition. I've lived with the same fem for some twenty years now and we've been very happy together. We're not the same species nor are we particularly monogamous. We just find that living together is very comfortable for us. I love her and she loves me." "But you're not monogamous?" "I find it interesting that I mentioned that I was living with someone who is not a human being, but you choose to focus on my lack of monogamy. Anyway, no; monogamy doesn't make much sense to me. I know monogamous people on Pendor but not many. Most of them engage in serial monogamy; lifetime monogamy is as rare as the unicorn on Pendor." "Why is that?" Ken smiled. "We're immortal." Christiane almost dropped her pen. "You're what?" "Functionally unaging. Barring exceptional gross trauma or willful self-destruction, I will live as long as I choose. The first few generations of Pendorians were a little more fragile than we are now, but some serious medical improvements in the past thirty years have granted us a lease on real immortality." "How old are you, really?" she asked. "A hundred and thirty-two years old." "And you'll never die." "Oh, I imagine I might someday," he said. "Probability will catch up with me. That's one of the reasons why Pendorians have such low fertility rates; they have to match the rate of willful or accidental self-destruction, which at this point is actually quite low." "But it does happen?" she asked. "Of course. I would never stand between someone and their decision to move on." His smile looked forced and uncomfortable. "That's our euphemism for suicide." "I see." She sighed. "This is making you uncomfortable," Ken observed. She nodded. "You too. It's a bit of a bombshell. The differences between Earth people and your people will become much more pronounced as time goes on." "Your people are within a century of discovering the secret, Christiane. It's really quite a simple secret, although the technology to implement it is quite extensive." She tried to think of what to ask next and came up blank. "I can't think of anything else to ask suddenly." "I'm sure you will eventually," he said. "Anyway, I'll leave you to your notes. By the way, if you'd like your calendar to be printed with Pendorian dates, just ask Jamie and she'll have some printed up for you when you get to Pendor. On board, I'm afraid you'll have to use the computer for it. We don't carry much paper with us." She looked up at him. "Thank you, Shardik." "You're welcome." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- She was still sitting there, trying to come to grips with that one great secret Ken had told her when she was again interrupted by a knock at the door. "Come in?" This time, Trellin came in. "I wanted to see how you were getting along." "Are you really immortal, Trellin?" Christiane asked suddenly. Trellin stopped. "He told you." Christiane nodded. "Yes, I am. I don't intend to live forever. Maybe two hundred years. I'm already over forty and I can't see wanting to go on for too long." Christiane found herself envying this fem who had those kinds of choices. She had been trying for the past forty minutes trying to get the idea out of her head when she realized that there was no solution for it but to accept it. She made a note, then looked up at Trellin with a smile that stretched from ear to ear. "What?" Trellin asked. "I just had an insight into your people that I didn't expect." Christiane closed her notebook and zipped it shut. "Oh," Trellin replied. "Was it a good one?" Christine nodded. "An important one." "Then I want you to tell me about it. Later. Right now, I wanted to ask you if you had made any choices regarding an on-board exercise regimen. While it's not compulsory it really is good for you." Christiane sighed. "I'm sure it is. What do you have on board?" Trellin looked up at the ceiling with an expression Christiane read as clearly exasperated. She knew Trellin had listed the options before; she had merely forgotten them all. "We have two jogging tracks, only one of which is open right now. We have a very large swimming pool. You don't even have to do laps; just spend an hour treading water if you must. We have a weight room with a wide variety of equipment, wider now that we've been to Earth, although some of it looks more like torture equipment. There are even water polo and water volleyball games. There are organized exercise regimens. We would like to have a martial arts instructor on board but, unfortunately, they're both on Terra studying under Terran masters who probably have a lot to teach them. And a lot to learn from them." Christiane looked up at her guide with a smile. "I don't have a swim suit." "What's that?" Trellin asked, surprised. "A suit for swimming in? The pool isn't that cold. It should be around 30." Christiane found herself thinking she'd been living in the United States too long. Raised in eastern France, she had never thought of swimsuits as a necessity before moving to the States. She smiled. "Let's head to the pool." Trellin nodded as Christiane rose. "What's a swim suit?" she insisted. "Modesty suit." "Oh," Trellin responded. "Silly humans." "Silly Pendorians," Christiane mocked back in a ritual built in only a few days of knowing one another. She liked Trellin immensely. "Show me this swimming pool." The swimming pool took Christiane by surprise. "It's big." It was far larger than those she had seen on luxury cruise liners back on Earth. It seemed a lot of water for such a small ship. "Why?" "Dolphins use it," Trellin said, pointing into the water. Christiane noticed two dolphins racing back and forth inside the pool. Another surprise were the two apparently young children playing near one end, a guardian clearly of a different species watching them closely. "There are children on board?" "Yes," Trellin replied. "We bring our families." "I hadn't anticipated that. Nobody told us." "We didn't announce it. It didn't make sense to do so; the parents would make excellent hostages and the children were allowed down to the surface only in secret." "They've been on this ship all this time?" Trellin nodded. "They're the only ones on this ship. I imagine it has been hard for them but children are quite adaptable. I'm confident they aren't harmed by this experience." "Where do I put my clothes?" "There are stations over there " Trellin pointed to a collection of cubby holes "And there are towels there. Just drop them in that hamper and someone will bring them in to be washed." Five minutes later Christiane stood naked at the edge of the pool and wondered if she really looked as awkward as she felt. Most of the crew around her were both young and beautiful. She should have known to expect that by now. Knowing that they never grew old, that they had far superior medical technology on their side, and that these, at any rate, were professional military personnel, exemplars of their individual races, she should have expected them all to be beautiful. She didn't even know what age would look like on some of the feline species; at any age, cats tended to have a grace all their own. She, on the other hand, had 40 years of Earth's gravity dragging down at her body; even having a small chest hadn't saved her from the visible effects of sag. She slipped under the water and hoped nobody looked too closely. Wanting to be invisible was unusual for her; she had never been afraid of being the center of attention before. It was only amongst this amazing array of furred and not-so-furred bodies that she felt self-conscious. A sleek, grey form slid past her in the water and she started. The dolphin turned an easy circle and came back towards her, nose first. She felt a peculiar sensation in her belly. Then a voice, calm and self-assured, spoke to her. "You're one of those humans from that Geographic magazine, aren't you?" She turned and looked to see a small silver ball hovering next to her. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," the voice from the ball said. "I just wanted to look you up close." "Who are you?" she asked the ball. "Me, here. The one in the water. You're talking to my remote. Which is a bit like bending over to address someone's left hand." She turned to the dolphin. "You?" "Me. My name is a collection of whistles and clicks, so just call me Bead. Which may not be a very musical chord, now that I think about it." The dolphin whistled what Christiane took to be a laugh. "Wow. What do you do on this vessel?" "Security," the dolphin replied calmly. "Although most of it consists of telling robots what to do, and not very much of that since I can't remember us ever having a security problem. But this vessel needs a set of living eyes to look over it and that is my job." "I see," Christiane said, ever more curious. She felt the missing weight of the camera about her neck. "So you've met our venerable Bead." She saw Kennet Shardik swimming towards her. Like everyone else in the room, he was stark naked. "Heya, Bead." The dolphin didn't respond in English, but instead directly clicked and whistles to him. He nodded. "Sounds like a good idea. Are they?" More whistles and clicks. "Interesting. But not a threat?" More clicks than whistles. "I guess that'll do for now." Shardik turned towards her. "Apparently Bead thinks your peers could prove restless and troublesome." "I don't think they're going to be that much trouble. It's a long voyage; people get restless," she said. Unclothed, Shardik was actually something of a handsome young human. Pale skin on his chest, but his arms and legs were very hairy. He wore his hair long although for swimming he had restrained it with the some kind of rubber band. "True," he commented. "But you have to appreciate that the idea of staying holed up in a vessel for several months is something that hasn't been a normal part of the human mindset for decades. I believe only Lisanne has done anything even remotely like it. And there's the added stress of trusting us." Trellin joined them in the water, swimming with a peculiar grace. "Ken!" she said, grabbing him and pulling him down into the water with a hug. When they came up, she kissed him on the cheek. He sputtered and shook his head to clear the hair from his eyes. "Trellin!" he said. The tone was angry but his eyes smiled. "Do you mind? Not in front of the guests." "They're going to learn you're a lovely and lascivious old man eventually," she said. "Maybe so, but hopefully not today." He hugged her close, then looked up at Christiane. "I didn't expect you to find me in the altogether quite so soon." "I grew up in a country that didn't have quite the nudity taboos of the United States, which I understand is your country of origin. Although your command of both English and Japanese is quite impressive, you're not a native of Japan. And I've seen analysis of the slang you use indicating that you were born in the US rather than the UK or an English-speaking province." "I see," he said with a grin. "I hope you don't expect your experts to have gotten everything down perfectly." She returned the grin with a casual expertise. "No. And I won't pry. It's not why I'm here." "Of course it is." He turned his head. "The fem I came here with is waving her arms to get my attention. I'll talk to you later, Christiane." She nodded. Trellin remained with her, shaking her head. "He can be quite exasperating." "So he said." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Christiane found herself writing furiously in her notebook that night after dinner. Her realization about Pendorian immortality had her thinking. And something else. A knock on the door again distracted her. Trellin walked in and smiled at her. "How's your reporting coming?" "Quite good," Christiane replied. "Although I seem to be getting the lion's share of Ken's attention. I talked with Jack and Wolf and they hadn't quite had the privileges Ken has bestowed on me. And that act at the pool-- is he really that suggestive to all females?" "Fems," Trellin said. "Sometimes. He does seem to like you, though." "I see," Christiane said. Her heart was beating loud in her chest as she decided to admit something. "Trellin, how do I deal with that? I'm not... I'm a lesbian." "You are?" Trellin responded. Christiane got the impression from Trellin's tone that being a lesbian was hardly a big deal but not knowing about it was something of an inconvenience. "Why didn't you just tell him that the first time he tossed a flirt at you?" "I didn't know what to do. You don't just tell the head of state right out that you're not interested in bedding him, do you?" "You do on Pendor," Trellin replied, somewhat angrily. "Especially in a tight and forcibly intimate situation like the one we have here! Jamie, are you there? Pass that note on to Ken with my signature, would you?" "Got it," the AI responded. "And welcome to the sisterhood, Christiane." There was something like an electronic chuckle from the speaker. "What does that mean?" Christiane asked. The AI responded, "It means that as I was maturing through incorporation shock I chose a feminine identity and I seem to get along with other feminine identities better than I do masculine ones. It does not mean that I'm any less functional with mels, I just prefer to have social banter with fems." "Oh," Christiane said. She could imagine the Pendorians being queer but the idea of their computers identifying as gay or straight disturbed her slightly. She had come to accept Jamie as a part of the crew, and even come to accept Jamie's chosen sexual identity, but that the computer should therefore have a sexual orientation hadn't occurred to her before. "Do you have sex?" The computer giggled. It actually giggled, Christiane thought. "That depends on what you mean by 'have sex.' I guess I would have to say that I don't have sex. I just prefer to be in the company of women." "Oh." Christiane swallowed. This was going to take some thinking. She looked up at Trellin, wondering if the confusion was that clear on her face. Trellin apparently thought it was because she laughed. "Don't worry, Christiane. You'll get used to us eventually. You have to realize that even though some of us may look like you, we are not like Terrans at all. We're a different culture with different behaviors entirely." She took the seat opposite. "Can I ask you a question, Christiane?" Christiane was taken aback. She hadn't expected to be the subject of curiosity on the ship; most of the Pendorians had treated her deferentially. "I-- Sure." "If you're a lesbian, are you attracted to me? Before you answer that I have to say something. I'm not asking that because I think all homosexual people are always and only interested in sex. I understand that a lot of people think that way-- on Pendor as well as Earth. I'm asking because I'm finding myself interested in you." Christiane looked at Trellin's face, trying to understand those uncompromising green eyes that stared back at her, so disturbing without pupil or iris to mark where Trellin was looking. Although her face was covered in a light-blue fur and topped with a black nose, it was still a face Christiane could read. And she saw both concern and worry there. She reached out with one hand and took Trellin's. "Is this called a hand or a mitten?" "Either," Trellin said, looking down at the long, darkly-colored fingers surrounding her mitten. "I think I like you, Trellin. I can't say I'm wholly attracted to you but I'm intensely curious about you, and for a photojournalist like myself that can be an exciting feeling all its own." "So " Trellin pulled Christiane's hand close to her lips and kissed Christiane's hand softly. "Is this okay?" "Trellin, what will happen if your people find out you're trying to seduce me?" "Probably nothing, unless my feelings for you or your feelings for me get in the way of your doing the task you came to Pendor to accomplish." "Is that all? No hints of impropriety?" "Making my charge happy is the most proper thing in the world," Trellin said with a voice matter-of-fact. "If you want, I can drop it and forget about it and we can do our jobs efficiently. You aren't going to Pendor to have sex after all." "That doesn't mean I can't make friends with the natives," Christiane said. "What-- what would it be like?" "You'll have to find out for yourself," Trellin said with a grin. "We're physically compatible, if you're curious." "I think I knew that already." Christiane grinned as she said it. "Even physically. Come here." Trellin stood up and walked around the table, standing before her. Christiane took her mitten and pulled her down into her lap. Trellin sat with a smile. Christiane lifted one hand to the Tindal's face and guided their mouths together. To Christiane, Trellin kissed like she'd been born to do nothing else. She's always had trouble finding lovers who kissed well, but Trellin understood what she wanted a second after contact. Mouths partially opened, lips caressing lips and tongues wetting tongues, Christiane held her breath long enough that she felt dizzy when they parted. As she gasped to take in air, she rubbed her cheeks, humming with thoughts. "Your fur, it tickles me. A little. And it itches." "That is a common problem with humans and furries. Or even with just two furries. Rubbing fur the wrong way." Trellin smiled. She leaned over and kissed Christiane again. This time the kiss was more frenetic, more intense. Christiane felt like she finally knew what she was doing here, at least in the small little room with this curiously wonderful woman in her arms. She had known many lovers over the years and the assignments; from India, Africa, and of course America, as well as many other places, she had taken many beloveds and many of them she still called friends. They had come in all shapes and sizes. But none of them had ever had fur. She wondered if she should perhaps consider her act bestial. But the kisses raining down on her from Trellin's mouth distracted her from such thoughts and she found herself responding in old familiar ways. She nibbled on the curve of Trellin's chin; Trellin kissed her cheeks, her nose, her forehead. "You have beautiful hair, Christiane." "Your people have good shampoos." Trellin giggled. "We had better." "I can see that," Christiane murmured. She pulled Trellin close, allowed herself to inhale the warming scent of Trellin's fur. There was no artificiality about it, not a hint of the kinds of scents used in shampoos or soaps. Trellin's scent was all her own and Christiane found it fascinating. She bravely slid one hand up between Trellin's legs, and the Tindal squirmed under Christiane's probing. "If you're going to do that," Trellin sighed, "We should move to the bed." "Then let's do that," Christiane agreed softly. Trellin rose and led Christiane the short distance to the bed. Christiane wondered if it was large enough for the two of them, but she'd made love in smaller spaces and in crazier places. Well, she had made love in places where both she and her lover could have been killed for holding hands, but she doubted any place could be crazier than aboard a starship in the middle of a trip so many millions of kilometers long. Christiane sat down on the bed but Trellin remained standing. She shook her way out of her jumpsuit with a single shrug and stood before Christiane without a word. Christiane found herself wondering what she was looking for. Without a doubt Trellin was both very feminine and very alien. She had wide hips and a bit of a belly; her shoulders looked strong but from them hung two tentacles that sometimes reminded Christiane chillingly of snakes, especially in the way they moved. She had a short neck, large ears, and right now a very wide grin. "What do you think?" "I think I'm in for the experience of a lifetime," Christiane replied. "Come here." The naked Trellin sat down again in Christiane's lap, but this time Christiane had a chance to run her fingers along her lover's naked and furred back. Trellin seemed to purr slightly as she ran her fingers down her spine, finding familiar shapes hidden beneath all that fur. Her lips poised to kiss Christiane's and they both welcomed the renewed kisses and touches of the evening. "I want you," Trellin said softly. "For how long?" "Tonight," Trellin said. "Tomorrow we'll review." "That sounds right," Christiane agreed. She shifted her weight slightly and allowed Trellin to fall down onto the bed on her back. She stood up herself and removed her own clothing. She had taken a ship's pants and jacket, wondering how Trellin dealt with the task of removing the entire jumpsuit to use the toilet. That was the one thing about those jumpsuits that she thought would drive her crazy. She got into bed next to the naked Tindal. "So, are there any real differences between us?" "Not really," Trellin asked. "I have a lot more fur, maybe." "There is no maybe about that," Christiane chuckled. "But what else do you have?" She ran her fingers up Trellin's leg, against the lie of the other fem's fur, upwards to that sacred spot between Trellin's legs. She hoped that Trellin had been telling the truth, that there were no differences. As she got closer, her hand became warmer as she could feel the heat coming off Trellin's vulva. Trellin seemed to hold her breath; Christiane was determined to get it out of the other fem and kissed her hard. Trellin gasped as Christiane's hand cupped her sex; she parted her legs to give Christiane the reach she wanted. Christiane felt the soft lie of fine fur and the moisture of a woman in heat. Whatever differences there were between them, that was not going to be any different. Trellin's body squirmed against her own; the fur tickled at the edges where their bodies met but otherwise she could find only the wonderful thrust of an experienced lover pushing back at her. The muscles between Trellin's thighs tensed repeatedly as Christiane massaged her mound. She eased one finger between the swollen lips of Trellin's vulva and found both familiar wetness and familiar shapes. She slowly eased her hand away from the blue-furred fem's body and lifted it to her own lips. Trellin gasped. "What do you think?" "You're very beautiful," Christiane said. Her hand strayed downwards again, this time hovering over Trellin's breasts. Christiane found them very soft and for some reason the texture of Trellin's breasts made her smile. She leaned over and kissed those breasts, feeling the fur on her lips, finding one of Trellin's nipple through it and nipping it. Trellin moaned. Christiane parted Trellin's legs just a little more, enough to get between them fully. She found Trellin's vulva looked very familiar; the flesh was pink and fully flushed; her pubic hair was little different from the fur on her breasts and belly; perhaps it was a little thicker but also finer. She kissed Trellin's mound and Trellin pulled her knees up into the air. "Yes, Christiane. Please." Christiane kissed around Trellin's mound, sliding a finger into Trellin's opening. Inside, her body felt even more similar to a human woman's. She found Trellin's clit and teased it with her tongue. Christiane glanced upwards along Trellin's body and surprised herself with the look; with her eyes closed, the smell and taste were very human but now, looking up, the great expanse of blue fur drove home the alienness of the woman she was making love to. Christiane closed her eyes again and pressed her mouth hard against Trellin's vulva, enjoying the taste and smell of the Tindal's sex. Trellin's moans were soft but insistent. Christiane wanted to hear the satisfying sound of a woman in need; she flicked her tongue over Trellin's cunt and the Tindal moaned louder. Christiane tried not to smile too much as she kissed and loved Trellin. The Tindal's orgasm came hard and fast, a shuddering of lovely limbs and the sound of a desperate voice. Christiane dragged it out as long as she could. Trellin sat up and pulled Christiane's face to her own, kissing and licking her juices off Christiane's willing smile. "Oh, Fah, you are great," Trellin gasped. Trellin eased Christine down next to her, holding her close. "Thank you, Christiane. Thank you." Christiane hummed briefly, accepting the praise. She caressed the blue-furred fem gently as they held one another, then felt Trellin release her. "You have such a beautiful body," Trellin said softly. "Don't lie to me, Trellin. Compared to everyone else on this vessel I'm the one who looks ancient." "No, you don't understand us," Trellin said, smiling down at her. "I like the way you look. Because we live so long our bodies are made to not change. Humans Terran bodies change with time. You wear your history on your outsides and that's what's so beautiful." She kissed one of Christiane's breasts softly. "You're so beautiful. You look like you've had so much life." Her mouth touched Christiane's belly, then her mound. Christiane parted her legs, taking Trellin's words to heart, putting aside all the thinking she'd have to do much later. Right now Trellin's mouth was sending waves of warmth through her belly and she heard moans before she realized they were her own. Trellin's mouth was talented but she wanted more. "Your mitten, Trellin-- can you?" Trellin looked up, her face creased with thought. "I think so. Do you have anything slick?" "Bag under the bed. Blue and white tube." Trellin found the container Christiane mentioned, squirting a small amount of the stuff onto her mitten. Christiane felt that mitten squirming against her opening, Trellin's opposable thumb opening and pressing. Trellin's mouth again found her mound and the twin sensations of Trellin's warm mouth and her probing mitten made Christiane's head swim. Again the alien sensation of Trellin's mitten brought the strangeness of tonight to clarity in Christiane's mind, a clarity was easily swept away by Trellin's insistence. Christiane moaned loudly and pushed down, letting Trellin's rolled mitten sink into her sex. That alone drove her over the brink; she couldn't hold back the scream that tore itself out of her as she came. Her climax rolled on and on through her body for nearly half a minute before she could even begin to recover. When she could look up, Trellin was lying next to her. The Tindal grinned and said, "You were amazing." "Me?" Christiane replied. "You were perfect!" Trellin kissed Christiane warmly. "I'm glad to hear that," she whispered. The two women cuddled for a while. Christiane couldn't help but smile as they lay together, but eventually Trellin roused herself and sat up. "I'm going to go back to my quarters, Christiane." "You sure?" "The bed is too small," Trellin. "And I'm still a little-- I still want to keep us apart, not a couple. I just wanted to help you feel happy." Christiane reached up with one hand. Trellin took it. "You did that," Christiane agreed. "Then I've done what I wanted. I'll do it again if you like." "I will like. Soon." Trellin nodded. "See you tomorrow. We'll talk." "Yes." As the door closed behind Trellin, Christiane settled down onto the bed, letting out a deep sigh, letting go of tension she hadn't been aware she'd been holding in. She rose from the bed and sat at her table, taking out her notebook again. She tried to get her thoughts in order. She looked down at what she had written and continued her earlier writing. If pregnancy as we knew it fifty years ago was an imposition we could no longer tolerate, then death as we know it is also an imposition that Pendorians have decided they cannot tolerate either. But one of the purposes of contraception and abortion is to give women the same power and rights over their bodies that men have-- the right to not have children. If that difference in power between men and women is addressed by reproductive technologies, what imbalance does immortality address to Pendorians? Maybe it's that one imbalance that will always exist, no matter what: us versus the universe. Even granting immortality barely tips the scales, these people are so much a part of the physical world around them, just like us. And Trellin-- she told me that she adored my body because it changed with the passing years. There's something infinitely sad about a people who never change. I feel a little like Wendy in the Land of the Lost Boys. Trellin is clearly grown up-- but does she ever get past it? I suppose avoiding the midlife crisis is a plus. I wonder if aged maturity is all it's cracked up to be. Make a note: look up the oldest Pendorians. Not the tleel (check spelling) or centuries (same) but the children of those. The ones who grew up and are a hundred years old. What are they like? Do they have their own children? If I can find a few who are ninety years old who have children who are twenty-- The lack of difference will be shocking. She closed the notebook and put it away again. Exhaustion finally overtook her and she lay down again. She wondered if Trellin would be as lovely to her eyes, and if she would be as lovely to Trellins's, in the morning. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. 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This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Aimee', Chapter 6 Bethsany examined herself in the mirror. "I still look pretty good. Don't you think, Lilli?" "Yes, Miss," the tall brunette encapsulated in leather responded warmly. "Be honest, Lilli." "At your age, Miss, you will not bring in customers except for those with certain... desires, but no matter. I wish to have your body and health when I reach your wisdom, too." Bethsany turned around and stroked Lilli's face gently. "You say the right things, Lilli." She kissed the taller girl gently. A knock at the door interrupted her fingers' probing between Lilli's legs. "What is it?" One of the younger girls appeared at the door. "My apologies, Miss, but Aimee' is here." Bethsany sighed, trying not to smile simultaneously. Loving Lilli was a privilege neither one permitted often, temptation being what it was, but she also could never pass up an opportunity for kindness with Aimee'. "Lilli, will you forgive me?" The brunette nodded. "I understand. I need some commission today anyway." Bethsany laughed. "Forever the opportunist. That's why I like my crew. Could you let Aimee' in on your way out?" "I will," Lilli promised, leaving slowly. As she walked out, she held the door open, revealing the small, shivering form of the girl who came to visit every week. "Aimee'! The Gods, you must be chilled to the bone from your walk. Come in, come in, please, sit down by the fire. Page, get us something warm for her to drink. Nothing with liquor, dear, just chocolate or something." The young girl who had first peeked in to announce Aimee's presence looked in, nodded, then disappeared. Bethsany positioned Aimee' on a short, padded stool by the fire. The girl reappeared with a tray holding two steaming mugs. "Here," Bethsany said, handing one to Aimee'. "Drink. You need it. You look positively white!" "I am sorry to distress you so, Bethsany," Aimee' said softly. "Master Teltirray is more confident of me; he says in this weather thieves do not get out so much." "Nor should healthy young girls like yourself!" Bethsany countered. "Besides, in winter brigands need their sustenance like everyone else and with pickings slim you make a lovely target. Be careful!" "If any such brigand were to lay a hand on me..." "You would what?" Bethsany grinned. "Lay them low with a bolt of wizardly power? Are you to that point, my lovely Mage's student in black?" Aimee' blushed. Bethsany cupped Aimee's chin and pulled it up to look into her eyes. "There is nothing to be ashamed of, Aimee'. Confidence is the first measure of any success, be it in Magic or Business or Sex. But you must know your limits, too." Aimee' nodded and sipped at her drink, shrugging off her cloak and easing to the floor before the fire. Bethsany joined her; however under her robe there was no further clothing. "Let me tell you another story, Aimee'... of what happened to me after my rescue. Is that acceptable?" Aimee' grinned and nodded. "Please!" Bethsany leaned back and began. _________________________________________________________________ "There, there," said my rescuer as she handed me a bowl of warm soup. "You will be all right." "Who... who are you?" "My name is Cyl'Dia. I am a woman of Darachmod." That last word made me look up and take notice of her, Aimee', because I had heard of Darachmod. It was a city, rumored to be in the very mountains through which my family had been riding when the bandits had attacked. She smiled tightly. "I see you have heard of us. The legends are mostly true. Drink up. I will return in a little while." She was gone again, and only Huna and I were left together. I held onto Huna and she let me, being the only thing in my recent life that had had any stability and kindness to it. I watched the women in the camp moving about easily, seriously; there seemed to be little humor about them. Slaughtering a camp, even one filled with spirits as ugly as Styur's, could have held no glee to them. They were all beautiful, tall, strong. All of them wore heavy armor that hid what sorts of bodies they had underneath, but as they stripped it off they revealed tightly fitted, warm clothing that showed the shapes underneath to be very obviously female. I wasn't to learn just how female until later. Cyl'Dia returned shortly with another woman behind her. "We are returning, so your eyes must be covered until you are trustworthy. Do you understand?" I nodded, still frightened. She reached out and stroked the dog's head for a moment. "Huna, huh? She's a good dog. What's your name?" "Bethsany." I blurted it out as one word. "Beth'Sany, huh?" Her voice had a curious stop indicating that she had divided my name into two parts like hers. "That's a pretty name. Beth, this is my commander, Dyn'Valas. Dyn, this is Beth'Sany, who we rescued from the centaurs." Dyn'Valas knelt down and examined me closely. Then she smiled. "We do not kill slaves, Beth, even male ones, although we see to it that they make their way in a direction other than following us. Do you wish to come to Darachmod with us, or is there a family you want to go home to?" I shivered. "I... I have no family. They killed them all." I managed to point down to the ruined and burning centaur village where I had spent the past months. "All of them?" Dyn'Valas looked shocked. She recovered momentarily and said, "I understand you killed their leader rather... gruesomely." I managed to shiver another nod. "He... he used me." I began crying, sniffling in the cold, wet of falling snow. "I wanted to get back." She patted my head gently. "That's understandable. You want to come to Darachmod with us, then?" I nodded. "Please." "Cyl, make it so." _________________________________________________________________ I was placed on the back of a horse and blindfolded. "Wrap your arms around me," Cyl'Dia said softly. "Reach into the jacket. Go ahead. I won't bite and it will keep your hands warm." I did as she said, my fingers reaching in. Between my hands and her body were but one or two thin layers of cloth, and underneath it I could feel her torso. Even there her muscles were hard, rippling, strong. She was clearly a powerful woman in her own right and I envied her. I wanted to be like her. We rode on through the day. I felt strangely at peace, Aimee'. The blindfold kept me from questioning my surroundings in any great detail and the best feelings I got at all came from Cyl'Dia, who gave me warmth and comfort and spoke to me along the way. She asked me for details of my life before the Centaurs and I gave that information freely. I enjoyed my talks with her; they meant much to me. After so many months of nothing but drudgery in the day and cruelty at night, a voice of kindness was something to hold onto. We mostly spoke of my life. Not as if hers didn't have as much for discussing, but as if she held back on discussing it at all until we reached her city. A hollow sound surrounded her voice and the sounds of horses. The dry, winter smell was replaced with a slight staleness and I recognized that we entered a tunnel. No-one spoke a word until the air returned to the bright coldness of winter. "Cyl'Dia, you are excused from your duties to take Beth'Sany to the chirgeon. See to it that she is looked after and then, I will find you this evening at your home." "Thank you, my lady," Cyl'Dia replied. "Beth, you may remove your blindfold now." I did, getting my first glimpse of the city of Darachmod. It was a large, walled square with houses scattered according to a pattern. On each wall was a large, rectangular building built up against the wall, and the houses and other buildings seemed clustered around those. The center of the town was very open. Each building was carefully regimental in construction, pleasing to the eye, ordered. Cyl'Dia led the horse into a stable where girls about my age took the horse and gave it blanketing, food, and water. "Come," Cyl'Dia said to me softly. "I will show you the chirgeon, and then to home." The chirgeon was a kind, elderly woman who looked me over carefully, taking special care to examine my eyes, tongue, and sex. "She has suffered no permanent harm," she finally assured Cyl'Dia. "She needs proper food and a bath, however. This thinness is not natural for her." "Senva?" Cyl'Dia asked, or at least I thought asked, the doctor. It was not a word I knew. "No, no, not quite. A healthy middle, I think. Bengesk." Cyl'Dia smiled and nodded, but her smile was tainted slightly with sadness. "I understand. Thank you, Chire." "My pleasure. It was sweet to meet you, Beth'Sany." Cyl'Dia lifted me into her arms again and Huna followed us out into the streets. We made our way into a small home off a side street. Once inside, another girl about my age came running up. "Cyl!" "Myr!" she shouted, straining to hold me with one arm while with the other gathering the girl into her clasp. "Oh, it's so good to see you!" "Are you... are you home, finally?" Myr asked. "Who's this?" "Myr'Dia'Nan, meet Beth'Sany. We found her with the centaurs as their unwilling slave." "Unwilling?" Myr seemed to recoil. "You mean, they didn't give you a choice?" "Slaves don't get choices," I sighed. "Some do," Myr assured me. "I do." The revelation that Myr was a slave frightened me. That she was Cyl'Dia's slave stunned me. The fear in me grew immense and suddenly I was fighting Cyl'Dia, slapping at her. But she still wore the protective padding that went with her armor and I was doing little more than getting her attention. She dropped me, however, in my squirming, and I retreated across cluttered room to kneel against the wall by the fire. I expected Cyl'Dia to confront me, but instead Myr did. "Wait, you don't understand. I want to be here." I looked up at her, disbelieving. "You... you want to be here?" Myr nodded, smiling in unmistakable pleasure. "Cyl is my beloved, Beth. But I have not the will or control to be a good and equal lover, Beth. Someday, maybe, I will, but until that day I... I accept her yoke of power. Maybe I never will." "That's not right," Beth said. "Oh?" Myr asked. "I am not a child anymore." She blushed, looking ashamed. "But I do not want to be unprotected. Cyl'Dia gives me protection. I agree to that." "And punishment?" "If I have been bad, yes. I could leave Cyl at any time, but I'm not sure what I would do if that happens." Cyl'Dia stood behind Myr, stroking the younger girl's hair with her hand. "You're getting there, Myr. You are confident in your slavery, at any rate." She looked up at me. "Some women, such as Myr, want someone to push them into adulthood. Others simply find their pleasure in another's power and stay there all their lives. And some, like myself, find our pleasure in being that source of pleasure." "And having your wants met," Myr said. "That, too," Cyl'Dia smiled. "I expect none of this, Beth'Sany, from you. You are my guest until the Spring. You can be whatever you want... except lazy, I suppose. Whether for my reasons or your own, you will have to aid in the carrying of food and water, cleaning, and chopping of wood. I hope that's acceptable?" I nodded, still a little frightened by the revelation that Darachmod, the city of women, still kept women as slaves. "I understand what is necessary," I said. "Good," Cyl'Dia replied. "Now, let me show you your bed. You'll be sleeping in Myr's room, an arrangement she does agree to, right?" "Oh, yes!" Myr replied, grinning. "Easily!" "Good. Then you get her bedding ready. I have to go meet with Captain Dyn'Valas." She stood up again and left, taking a long-coat off the rack as she did so. "Now, come with me," Myr said. "And I'll show you to your room." The house Cyl'Dia lived in was a large space broken up into rooms by taut expanses of white cloth stretched over frames of wood. They let light through easily, and I could see shadows and the flickering of lantern light from those rooms that had them on the backdrops of the cloth. Some of the frames slid to allow passage. Through one, Myr led me down a short hallway and into another room with such a frame. Inside, the room was large enough for three or four people to sleep in comfortably. She had a chest for her possessions. I had to step up to get in, though, because the floor of the bedroom was a wooden platform raised almost a foot and half off the floor. "I'm sure Cyl will get you one of your own. Now, wait here while I get you some bedding. It's sure to get colder yet." Myr left me alone for a moment, for the first time since my rescue at the hands of these women. I stopped to take stock of my situation, feeling disoriented. I was alive; I had people who seemed safe enough. I had a sense of comfort for once that was unlike any other. Myr returned with a bundle of cloth that hid her face from my view until she dropped it on the floor. "Fhew!" she sighed. "Heavy. And now we have to get the metal, too." "Metal?" I asked. "I'll show you," she assured me. "Come. I'll need help with this." I followed her into another room with more large chests. "There." She opened one chest and handed me some metallic slats, about three feet long and five inches wide, a little less than an inch thick. We made several trips of these back and forth to the bedroom. "What are these?" "Sleeping slats," she replied. She pointed to a spot of floor where wooden slats the same size as the metal ones we had carried were laid into the floor. With a knife she pried them loose and tossed them aside, fitting the metallic ones in one at a time. "Heat flows through metal much easier than it does through wood, see?" She said. "At night, before bed, we place coals on the floor underneath in these." She held up a metallic pan with a lid. "These put out heat that flows up into the metal, and then into our bodies, so we stay warm." I did not understand. "Does the heat know where the metal is?" "I don't know," Myr said. "It's magic to me." I nodded. "Come, let's put the wooden slats away and get two more coal pans for you. One for your legs and one for your shoulders. That's about where they should go. There are traps in the floor for you to put them down. See?" She pointed. I did. We gathered the slats and put them away. By the time we were completing our duties, Cyl'Dia returned. "I see you two are almost done. Good. Myr, take one of the chests for Beth." She sat down on the steps of the bedroom. "I have good news, Beth. It is the opinion of our Captain that you may stay here as long as you desire, but it is also her opinion that that will not be forever. As long as you provide your fair share of work, however, you are welcome here in whatever position you wish to fulfill." I nodded, unsure of what to say or do next. Cyl answered that for me by holding her arms out. "Come and hug me." Which I did, gratefully, throwing myself against her and feeling those protective arms wrap around me. I was still frightened, Aimee', still scared of a future without my family, a future I did not know. One that hardly seemed to lead to where I am today! That night, as I settled down to sleep, I was to get my initiation in another woman's arms. I had anticipated Cyl'Dia being the one. Yes, I think anticipated was the correct term. I wanted to make love with her, truly. I know that I was misunderstanding my need for protection, my joy at being saved, with the painful sensuality Styur had awakened within me, and I wanted to share myself with Cyl the only way I had known how for month. But no, it was Myr who started that. That first night as I lay in my bed I was haunted by memories of the dead Styur, fearing his return from the grave, the touch of his ghost, come searching for the girl who stole his sex. I must have made noise because I remember fighting a hand on my shoulder only to wake up and find Myr kneeling by my bedside in only her nightclothes. "Beth! Beth, you must wake up!" "What?" "Beth, you're having a nightmare! Wake up!" I finally came to my sense, sitting up and taking stock. I was still in the same place; most of the lights were banked low and I could barely see. Only one lantern was lit fully, and that in the front room with the tables and kitchen; suffused through several layers of cloth it barely lit Myr's features. I managed to speak. "I... I was remembering the Centaurs. It was... horrible." "I can't imagine. Forcing you to be something you are not." Myr shook her head. "Do you want someone to be with you for a while?" I thought about it, then nodded. "If you want to stay with me, I'd like that." "Good," Myr smiled. She walked back to her bedding and grabbed her pillow and a blanket, pulling them over to my side of the room. The pillow fell down by my head, and then the blanket covered me. I didn't even know what to say as she crawled into bed beside me; this was not what I had anticipated. Almost immediately I warmed to her presence, literally and figuratively. The softness of her body pressed against mine, even through our two layers of bedclothes, put me at ease. Here, at least, was something I was familiar with, the feel of a woman's body. I snuggled up close to her out of instinct. Her hands wrapped around me, touching me. I held onto her close, and much to her disappointment, I'm sure, I fell asleep against her. _________________________________________________________________ When I awoke, she was still lying against me. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open. I could see her tiny pink tongue filling her mouth, her upper teeth clearly exposed and just the lower ridges visible under her full lips. Her breath was ripe, as is everyone's in the morning, male or female. Trust me on that one, dear. Extracting myself from her grip carefully, I rose and dressed in heavier robes, then made my way to the front of Cyl'Dia's home to stoke the fire back to life. As I was moving wood into the stove for warmth, Cyl'Dia herself came out into the living room. Instead of wearing clothes, however, she came out naked, her nipples pointed and crinkling in the cold December air. "You've started a fire," she sighed, smiling. "Bless you, lovely Beth. I saw that you and Myr had gotten closer than I anticipated last night. Was that a practical or a friendly thing?" "Practical. She warmed me and kept the nightmares away." "I see." Cyl opened the door and with a staff knocked some snow from the roof into a bowl, then placed the bowl on the fire. "In that low set of drawers to your left, Beth, you will find a drawstring bag with some strong-smelling herbs in it. Bring it here." I did as she requested, not sure yet of my position in the household. She poured some of the herbs into a smaller bag and tossed the bag into the warming water. The bittersweet scent of the herbs filled the front room and. "There. If the smell of taba doesn't wake Myr up, she must surely be dead." She was correct; only minutes later Myr came running into the front room and fell to her knees by Cyl's side, placing her head in Cyl's lap. "See?" "What?" Myr asked, looking up. "I was telling Beth that the smell of taba was a Myr- summoning spell." Myr smiled. "It does smell good." "Yes. Myr, fetch us cups." Myr did as she was told, pouring drinking mugs full of the strange liquid. I drank it; it was strong in flavor, bitter and hard to swallow without honey to aid the taste, but I did drink it. It made me feel much more awake, banishing the sense of sleepiness that went with waking up. "Beth, Myr, please get dressed. We must introduce Beth to the council, make arrangements for her staying, and the like. And, I think I would like a bath today. Myr, you may join me, and Beth, if you feel you would like to you may as well." "What... what does that mean?" "I'll explain," Myr said. "Come, dress." _________________________________________________________________ The council consisted of six crones, really, who examined me and determined by some criteria I was not privy to that I could stay amongst them. It was all very formal, a passing about of swords and a handling of spears and a singing of flutes and all that. Nothing I was really interested in. She led me to one of the buildings along the wall of the city. Women passing us, all wrapped as tightly in robes and cloaks and warming jackets as we were, nodded as we walked by, smiling contentedly. We walked into heavy granite halls and through a swinging door. Inside, the heat hit us quickly. "In here," Cyl said, pulling me into a closed room off the side. "Undress." I hung up my cloak, and Myr began undoing the belt about my waist. I helped back, and Cyl watched with amusement as we competed gigglingly to see who could take whose clothes off first. "Okay, girls," she said. "Come with me. Myr, behave. I know how much you enjoy the baths but this is Beth's day." "Yes, Miss," Myr said, pouting and grinning simultaneously. The "baths" were six round, wooden tubs, each over five feet tall, steam rising from them. Women lazed in them slowly, sometimes splashing, some very affectionate to one another. "We discovered these when we took over this city; at the time a tribe of barbarians were using these hovels as caves. No, we did not build this place, although we have turned it into a paradise." Cyl grinned as she walked around one of them. "Come," she said, holding out a hand. I followed her and walked up the steps she indicated and climbed into the water of the tub. Five other women floated in the water with Cyl, Myr, and me. After spending the day feeling as if I was freezing, the intense heat of the hot spring water soaked through me straight to the bone. "Beth, come meet the others," Cyl said, interrupting my momentary appreciation of their "paradise." I looked up as she introduced them. She gave a name for each one, but none of the names "stuck" to me; I didn't catch the names very well at all. It didn't matter. They nodded, and I nodded back. At first, all I did was soak, allowing the heat to pour into me. But after a while, motionlessness became boring. I'm a person who feels the need to move, Aimee'. So I did, opening my eyes and looking at the seven women who shared my tub with me. All of them were beautiful and all of them were strong. I felt safe here; I felt as if nobody would touch me the way Styur had touched me, at least not without my permission. That made me want to be touched, though. I didn't have to wait. A hand touched my thigh briefly, then slid away. From the light motion on water I recognized it as Myr's. I smiled at her and she blushed. She eased through the water until she sat next to men, then whispered in my ear "Do you want me to?" Suddenly I was afraid to say yes. Although I did want her to, I didn't know how to tell her. I'd never been taught how. Cyl saved us both by leaning over and whispering in my other ear, "You have permission to say 'Yes.'" I looked in her face; she smiled at me patiently. I turned to Myr and said, whispering, "Yes." Her eyes alighted as she closed the distance between our faces, her lips pursed slightly to reach out to mine. They touched... I tell you, Aimee', I shall never forget that kiss. Nor the feel of her hand as it glided over my body. I nearly fainted with pleasure. As her palm cupped my breast, I felt other hands reach out and surround me. Slowly these women lifted me until I no longer rested against the wood of the tub, but instead lay in their arms, across their out-stretched legs. I didn't have to move, Aimee'; like a rag, their hands touched me, stroked me, warmed me and relaxed me. I felt their soft, feminine hands, so unlike the cruelty of the Centaur Styur who had mistreated me for so months. Myr's sweet lips grasped my own lower and pulled playfully, the smile in her eyes and mouth unmistakable. I could see... she liked me, Aimee', and she was happy to have a new friend like me. We kissed again, my senses roiling from the loving touch still swirling about me. I didn't know what to say. "Don't say anything," Myr whispered in my ear, as if hearing my thought. Her lips kissed me yet again; this time I closed my eyes and wished on her kiss, wishing for a future like this, one with pleasures unending. Her mouth opened just a little and I felt shocked as her tongue touched my lips. I didn't know what to do. It pressed gently between them, as if seeking entrance. I finally let her in, parting my lips just a little. If I had been shocked before, it was nothing like this, Aimee'! The... the intimacy of it, the unbelievable pleasure of it, is still indescribable. I became shocked into action at the feel of warm, slim hands sliding between my thighs. Myr's hand was still cupping my breast as her mouth and mine caressed one another in small, playful circles. I reached out with both my tongue and my hands, reaching out to caress her tongue, pressed my hands against the bodies of women I did not know. Their hands touched back; I felt reassuring fingertips glide along the backs of my arms and up over my shoulders. When Myr stopped her kiss the smiled down at me, I looked around quickly at the women who surrounded us. They were all different; some were old and some were young, some looked so soft and others so hard, Aimee'. They were all women, and they were all here to love me. I'm sorry; I guess I get carried away. It's hard not to, even for me, even after all this experience running a brothel. They were all beautiful, Aimee', and I think that's why I run such a wonderful brothel-- I know how to get beauty out of a woman who wants to be beautiful, no matter how she comes to me. I know how to see it and how to enhance it. And I know whom to show it to. As they touched me, the hands became bolder. But always Myr, Cyl'Dia's slave, was allowed to lead the way. Her hand over my teat slid down my belly and over my furred mound, sliding over and cupping my entire cunt the way it had my breast. This, strangely, didn't surprise me so much. I was ready for it, for since this had begun I had been longing for it. Craving to be touched there, touched by someone who had given me permission to give permission for it, and would respect me if I took that permission away. I craved... love. Does that make sense, Aimee', to be given the authority to give permission and to take it away? It was truly a first for me. I looked around at the faces of the women again, some smiling, some intent, and finally I whispered, again, "Yes. Yes, Myr. Yes." Her eyes glowed as one finger slid down between the lips of my cunt. I could feel those thick walls touching her finger, grasping her. I imagined they were trying to pull her inside, and I could feel that she wanted to go, for her finger bent at the knuckle and suddenly it slid into me. I found myself holding my breath and closing my eyes, seeing nothing and doing nothing but feeling, Aimee', feeling that finger slowly slide into me. Not like Styur, not one monstrous blunt cruel weapon, but a gentle finger, one that knew the insides of a woman because it belonged not only to a woman, but to one I was desperately losing my heart to. The finger touched me inside, touching me in places where no gentle touch had ever been. It turned slowly, feeling me thoroughly, learning me inside and out. As she touched me, I heard a soft motion of water and felt warm breath above my mouth. I opened my eyes. Myr hovered above me, and then she lowered her mouth and kissed me again. I was lost to her completely. Our kiss was probably the most passionate yet, a total abandonment of myself and my dignity. To Neret with my dignity, Aimee', one should not be reserved in moments like that. The women slowly lifted me to the water's surface, and as Myr slid down my chin with her kisses I leaned back and closed my eyes again. Someone placed their hands under my head, holding it above water that I might breathe. Myr's warm kisses touched my neck and finally, for one brief moment, enclosed the nipple of my breast. Then she vanished beneath the water. She reappeared between my legs, parting them slowly with her hands to open me, expose me. And then, as if the pleasures before had not been enough, she kissed my mound. At first, I felt the breath of her nose against my skin, and the press of her lips to my pubic hair, and finally the touch of her tongue against my lips. I moaned aloud once more as her mouth pressed to my folds, opening me, exposing me for her tasting. I thought I would die, and die happy, at that moment. I felt heat flood my groin and fluid flood my channel, neither water nor menses. I merely wished for more. She gave me what I wished for as her tongue pressed and opened, licked and demanded. The women held my legs open. Not against my will, but because of it; I had given my permission to Myr, almost to do what she would, and they were here to assist in that permission. It was simply... indescribable. I am an old woman now, Aimee', and still I cannot forget that night. Her tongue pressed in deepwards and downwards. I wished for more. She found those places in my body that few men can, where the pleasure is simply far too much for even an old body like mine to withstand. She gave me everything I wished for. When I climaxed, Aimee', I screamed so loud every woman in the room knew what transpired in our tub if they did not already. The women held me, restrained me, kept me from kicking Myr or myself, from hurting any one of them. Myr ceased her kisses, picking her head up to appraise me. I reached out for her, my hands trembling without knowing what to do next. She was just out of reach, and my hand slid down her water- slicked skin, for just a moment touching her breast. She tapped the arm of the woman to my right, and they slowly lowered me back into the water, releasing me. I grabbed her and held her tight, and then, finally, I cried. Not like I had the first night when Dyn and Cyl had spoken to me, but total, utter abandonment to tears. It was the most important moment of my life, Aimee', because it taught me the most important lesson I had ever learned; that to leave an old life behind, one must cry it out. One must put it into tears and squeeze it from the body. Myr held me, and finally all the women closed around us, arms linked, bodies holding. Among the seven were girls as old as I to crones many decades my senior. All held me, all touched me. And finally, finally, Aimee', I was finished. Myr petted my hair gently. "Are you well, Beth'Sany?" I nodded. "Yes, Myr. I am. In your arms, I am." "Mistress Cyl?" Myr asked, her tone confused. Cyl'Dia reached down and petted both our heads. "Beth'Sany, you are accepted, and you may stay a friend in my household forever if you so need." Blinking through the tears, I didn't know what to say, other than "Thank you." I reached out for her, and she allowed me to pull her into my embrace. Warrior, slave, and refugee. I imagine we made a strange household, even then. But for me, for Cyl, and for Myr, it was to be a working, loving house for many years. _________________________________________________________________ Silence reigned in the small parlor room for a moment. Aimee' seemed to realize it was her turn to speak. "What happened to you and Myr?" Beth's smile was tinged with an intense sorrow. "That is another tale for another day, Aimee'. Not even the next lesson, but the one beyond that, I will tell you of sadness that not even love can save." She stood up slowly. "I see I have managed to pull one of Master Darynn's tricks. I have kept you much past your usual appointed time simply because rather than a lesson, I chose to tell you tales. Come, on with the cloak; although the snows have stopped it is still very cold out." Aimee' followed Bethsany's directions, collecting up her lesson books and pulling on her cloak. She looked up at Bethsany. "Thank you." "Nonsense, child. It's my job. That it is all true simply makes the telling seem richer. And it's good that this old sack of bones relive her happinesses once in a while. Good night, Aimee'. Give my regards to Master Darynn when you see him later this week." "I shall. Good night, Madame Bethsany." _________________________________________________________________ Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/aimee Aimee is Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Kitty And The Dragon Journal Entry 080 / 00119 Seren, Virta 07, 00119 "Journal Entry... Journal Entry... Dammit, how does he write those things?" She cursed and threw the pen aside. She sat on the cold rock, staring at the pen where it lay, then rose to retrieve it. "I'm never gonna be able to keep a record. Damn you, Ken, how do you do it?" she shouted at the trees. "He doesn't." She whirled around, looking for the source. "Who said that?" "I did." "The book?" She stared down at the blank book she'd been attempting to write her thoughts down in. "The book." "Who are you?" "My name is Lucas. I'm the neighborhood AI. The book is just a receiving unit." She bit at her nail. "I see. And Ken put you here to monitor me?" "Not really. More to just talk to you, if I thought you needed talking to." "O-kay. So, tell me, Lucas, how does Shardik keep his Journal?" "Dave writes them." "Dave? The Shardik AI?" "Yes. He and Shardik made a deal a long time ago. Dave watches everything Ken does, so the two of them collaborate. The only thing Ken does is review the day's entry, and with biocybe that takes just a few minutes. Sometimes he stops and adds material to the entry, if he thinks it's important, but not usually." "Would you be willing to..." "Do the same for you? Of course. That's part of the deal." "Okay. Can you tell me other things?" "Like?" "Where the Hell am I?" "You're in the sector known colloquially as 'BackWater.' It's major claim to fame is a powerful tradition, if you will, of archaism." "Meaning?" "Meaning people still wear swords around here." "Pendor never had a 'Dark Ages!' It sprung up as a high-tech colony world!" "That's why there's a BackWater. People thought it should." She thought about that. "Great. I guess that's why I've got the funky clothes and the carved staff and the necklace." Her tone became sarcastic. "So, can people do magic in BackWater?" "Yes." "Yes?" she asked, incredulous. "How?" "There's still a local AI. I've got the forces at my command." "Then you decide who can do magic, as well." "Sort of. Look, Miss Moran, we can talk all day, but I should tell you that, as far as most people know, there are no SDisks in BackWater, so if you plan on getting anywhere I'd suggest you put those boots back on and start walking." She pulled her boots on, put away the pen but decided to keep the book out. "So, how does magic work in BackWater?" "Well, there are rituals, forces, places, empowerments. All the stuff of a Dungeons n' Dragons game. Think of BackWater the same way Shardik thinks of The Great Hall... as a bad literary device." Kathy laughed. "I try to balance the game by introducing portends, omens, and such." "If people are playing in what is basically a giant role-playing game, can they die?" "I won't lie to you, Miss Moran. No. If you lose a swordfight and you're dead, then you're out of the game, but that's it. On the other hand, if you fall off a cliff and break your neck, you may be out of luck. So far, no one has died in BackWater, but it's only thirteen years old." "Oh. Lucas, do me a favor? Call me Kitty." "Okay... Kitty it is. Let me make a note of that." "Lucas... how do you do some of the magic. Can you read minds?" "Yes. I'm a rarity of sorts... A telepathic AI. But it takes time for me to tune someone in. The longer you stay in BackWater, the easier it will be for me to read/write you." Kathy chuckled at that. "But you're pretty easy. I can already empath a lot off of you." "Is that good or bad?" "I think it's good. It means that if you want, you'll be able to learn BackWater magic." "Is that any good in the outside world?" she asked. "Not very likely. Oh, and I should also tell you this. I know you're an immigrant, one of the few, in fact, that made it through the Hall without change. That makes you almost as rare as I am. But you went from being a 20'th century Terran to a second-century Pendorian, where the technology is by far and away superior. Around here, though, we're back to second-century Earth again, only with swords, castles, wizards and princesses." "Where am I?" "You're almost dead center of the sector. About forty miles to the north is the city of Kendre. If we traveled south for a couple of months you'd reach the Vassalo mountains, on the other side of which is the Tangent Arcology. Travel East and we'd reach the the town of Akkhen, which has steam power. To the far, far west of us is The Village. Those are the borders, mostly, of BackWater." "And the extreme north of Kendre?" "Well, a few months travel north of Kendre will get you to the Nogero plains, which is not a nice place to visit. It's cold, wet, and uncomfortable." "Let's go to Kendre, first." She walked for a few miles and sat down to take a rest, taking a few sips from her waterskin. "Kitty!" "What?" she said. "Look up!" She looked up and saw a black, vaguely stylized shape flying over head. "What's that?" she asked. "That, Kathy, was a Dragon. Don't tell anyone; they're a secret. They were released yesterday." "You're kidding." "I am not. Funny how no one blinked twice when Shardik ordered a hundred genetanks sixty feet on a side." "Dragons?" "That was a black Dragon. They're the largest." "Tell me something, Lucas. I thought Pendor used the metric system." "You're lucky I'm giving it to you in miles and feet! The official units of measurement around here are cubits, stone, and my favorite, the furlong per fortnight!" She thought about that for a second and said, "Isn't that a very silly number?" "Well, figuring you can only walk about ten hours a day, and do about three miles per hour, you're doing 3360 furlongs per fortnight." "Guess so." She stood and started walking. "I wonder if I can get a ride from a Dragon." WHY DON'T YOU ASK FOR ONE? Kitty grabbed her head and screamed. That 'pathing was extremely loud. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell. That 'path was so low Kitty barely heard it. She looked up from between her hand. "Who was that?" Me. She scanned left and right, and there was an enormous motion of black a few hundred yards away. She watched carefully and the motion resolved into what she guessed was a Dragon. "Hi..." she said, timidly. Hello. What are you? "My name's Kitty." No, what are you? "I'm a human." Oh. Okay. Now I know what a 'human' is. And you called me a Dragon. I think my name is Pendor. "I think that's the name of the world." No, I'm pretty sure it's my name, too. Kitty shook her head, thinking idly that if the other dragons had the same confusion, they were all in a great deal of trouble. The dragon spoke again. Are you a Male or a Female? "I'm a woman, if that's what you mean." Yes. I am a Male, I assume. You said you wanted a ride? "Yeah, sure. Can you fly?" I don't know. I think I can. At least, when I think about it I feel sure that I understand how I do it. Let me try. The dragon spread his wings wide and pulled them in, flapping them. He gathered his massive hindlegs underneath him and with a massive lunge took to the air, sending huge gouts of dust towards Kitty. She shielded her eyes, and when she finally looked up, she could see him, making lazy circles in the sky. He turned a few circles and then landed in the grove he had awakened in. My memory tells me I am a newborn creature, a 'Tleil.' Are you? Kitty thought about it. "I don't know, really." Can you climb on and talk about it? Pendor easily extended a foreleg, and Kathy used it as a springboard to jump up onto his back. His hide was thick and leathery, with a pronounced scaling that she could hold onto with ease. She pulled her jacket close around her and held on for her life. Pendor again launched himself into the sky. Once in flight, holding on was easier, but the wind was a wicked cold and strong, threatening to blow her off. She was more terrified than she'd ever been in her life, and yet, the sight of the Ring, the ground, sliding by effortlessly underneath her gave her a sensation of freedom she'd never felt before. Stranger, still, was the feeling of Pendor's monstrous shoulder sinews stretching and flexing underneath her thighs, which spurred in her mind thoughts both wild and lewd. She idly thought that if Ken knew what he had done to her by putting her in this predicament, he might have reconsidered. She was also more than a little confused. Was she feeling lust for Pendor? Especially when this Dragon seemed to be just a touch naive. She shook her head. It had been less than a week since she and Shardik had first made love. Since she had lost her virginity the way she had wanted to. Not at the hands of some random whacko in a back alley, the way her physical maidenhood had been taken, but in the arms of someone she had trusted back on Terra, long before there was a Pendor, and now here, where she could tell he was still the same, still crazy, still setting his sights on every woman he met, and yet being so unfathomably lovable about it. Ken had taken her virginity, the way she had wanted. But he was the only one. What did she know of other men, much less Dragons? That's it, she told herself, I'm just confused. You said you did not know if you were a Tleil. How can that be? the dragon asked, interrupting her train of thought. "I was just... born again, about a month ago." She explained her homeworld, as best as she could, and how she had moved to Pendor and survived The Great Hall. I see. Kitty, you are the first person I have ever talked to. You have been kind to me, but I have words I do not understand. 'War,' for instance. 'Hate.' Why are these words in my vocabulary? "I wish I could tell you, Pendor. All I know is that we are different, obviously, and sometimes people are afraid of differentness." I still am not understanding you. I'm sorry if I sound stupid. "That's okay. You don't sound stupid." Kitty felt stupid, though. Her answers felt lame to her, and they didn't help the odd, liquid fire sensation between her thighs. She was getting turned on by this Dragon, and in many ways that frightened her. She spread her legs further apart, on either side of the of Pendor's back, and lowering her body until she was lying supine along him, pressed hard with her knees, rubbing her crotch through the leather of her pants against him. Kitty, Pendor said. "Yeah?" she said, breathlessly. Are you okay? I felt... weird things coming from you. "Yes. Yes, I'm okay, Pendor. Please, just keep flying." There was a massive shifting of his shoulders; she guessed it was a shrug, but the feeling of those muscles flexing like that gave her a wild thrill. She began pressing again with her knees, sliding against his spine, feeling the huge ridges of it as they slipped between her knees. The burning sensation became more pronounced, more pleasurable, as the wind whipped her hair behind her, and she screamed loudly as she came, bucking against his reptilian hide and holding on for her dear life. That does it. I'm landing. "No, please. I'm okay, Pendor. Please don't land." What was that? Kitty's faced burned with embarrassment. "I... I can't tell you." It felt like you hurt. And you kicked me. "I'm sorry. No, it didn't hurt, just the opposite Pendor. It felt very good. I'm sorry if I hurt you." Pendor flew on, slowly and lazily, leaving Kitty more confused than ever. The flight to Kendre, which, walking, would have taken her two days, took slightly over an hour. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Should I land near the city? If all Dragons are as new as I am, then maybe we should be careful, Pendor said. "That's a good idea," said Kitty, coming out of her reverie. Pendor flew in large circles as he passed over Kendre, looking for a place to land. He chose a meadow about a mile out of town and landed, giving Kitty just a few seconds to dismount before he bounded into the sky again. I'm going to try and find something to eat. "Just don't kill someone's entire flock!" Kitty shouted, figuring that would be Pendor's obvious target. She'd seen several large herd of animals on their way to Kendre. "Lucas," she said, addressing the book she carried in her left arm, "Do I have any money?" "I believe you should look in your pack. There's a substantial amount of gold there." "How much is gold worth?" Kitty asked. It was obvious to her that, as a Pendorian, it shouldn't matter nearly as much as it had when she'd been a native of Terra. But in Backwater, the rules, she'd learned, were very different. "Kendre has a silver-driven economy. Gold is exceptionally valuable. From the amount you are carrying, my guess is Shardik had no desire to see you starve. Just don't get robbed." "Oh," Kitty said. It hadn't occurred to her that there might be bandits on the road. "Kitty?" "Hmmm?" "I think you should know that I am personally troubled by your and the Dragons' presence in my domain." "Why is that?" "Because in Backwater, no matter what happens to someone it happens because they consented to be here. But you were put here. Do you understand the danger you are in?" Kitty thought about it. "No more danger than walking around New York City at night, really. At least, I doubt it." "Comparing the crime rates here and there, I find your argument convincing. I must concern myself with the Dragons." Kitty walked through the woods to the road she'd seen from the air and began making her way to Kendre. She soon found the staff she carried comfortable as it clacked along the pebbles and dirt of the dusty road. The forest came to an end as she came into view of Kendre. Not much of a city, she thought. Not being much of a student of things medieval, she at least had the vocabulary to assess Kendre. The town lacked a main tower; did that mean it rarely suffered attacks from the outside? She saw a small river running north to south along the road; in several places it was diverted into the city, but she saw no sewage ports leading back out of the city. The gates of the city, made of wood, were wide open, but there were two guards, both human. They eyed her with looks she thought she had left behind when she had left Earth. She checked for the knife she had found on her belt. She drew her cloak closer around her and made her way further into a town that seemed cramped and crammed together. She was passed by four Uncia, dressed in tight-fitting leathers and carrying very long swords. The scene reminded her that she was still on Pendor, and she looked around, identifying Felinzi and Satryls and such around her. She spotted a Tindal, a male, dressed in a dark blue robe with a single star on the back about a handwidth in size. People were giving him a lot of room, and she figured he must be play the role of 'wizard.' That made sense; Tindals had the highest psi-percentage of any Pendorian species. She spotted a sign, carved crudely in wood, of a mug and a plate above a unicorn, and headed for it. The door to what she figured to be a tavern stood ajar, and she pushed it in and peeked around. "Come in, lass, come in!" said a deep voice from within. She looked for the voice and saw an aging Felinzi standing in a corner beside the bar. "'Tis na safe to be standin' outside, not with tha' monstrous new beasts in t'air." "You mean the Dragons?" Kitty said. "Aye. They be huge, and a one attacked me'friend Erik's flock just the mornin'." Kitty stepped in. The place was otherwise deserted. "You a traveler?" the tavern keeper asked. "Yes," Kitty said. "I c'n tell. Y've the boots, and the look. I got t' tell you, though, lass, donna go waving that staff in here. I'll not have magic in here; the last wizard who got t' fightin' in here near burned the place down. What c'n I ge ye?" Kitty looked down at the staff and resolved to have a word with Lucas at the first chance she got. Shrugging, she sat down at the bar and said, "What have you got for breakfast?" "Food y're after? Well, I got's last night's stew. It's still warm; we'll just throw in more fixings and serve it agin tonight." Kitty nodded. "What's to drink, then?" That stopped her for a second. In medieval romances they normally drank wines and ales; the local water was untrustworthy. "Give me an ale a lady should drink," she said, hoping that was the right thing to say. "Aye, lass. We've a real pale beer you might like." Kitty nodded. He brought her a large wooden mug and then passed through a pair of swinging doors to return with a large bowl of stew. She sampled the beer and found it drinkable, even if she wasn't fond of beer in general. The stew, in the other hand, was excellent, and she ate it with a gusto that made the Felinzi laugh. "Ye been on the road a long time, lass?" Kitty shook her head. "Just the past day." "Where ye' from lass?" the Felinzi asked, with suspicion. "I don't know. I was in Shardik Castle last night." The Felinzi's accent vanished. "You were at Castle Shardik last night? How did you get to Kendre?" "I woke up in the woods near here. I walked to Kendre." That part was true enough. "You know where you are, then?" "Oh, yes. That's been clearly explained to me." "Good, lass," he said, the accent returning. "My name be Alfar. Welcome to Kendre, truly Heaven on Pendor." "Thank you. Should I develop a funny accent, too?" "Only if ye want t', lass. Only if ye want t'. So what do ye make of Dragons?" "They're new. Shardik made them." "Ah, and he sought to put them 'ere, where we could best appreciate 'em, eh? Figures y'd know that. Make sense. Can they talk?" Kitty shrugged. No reason to reveal what she knew, not yet. "Tha's too bad," Alfar said. "Wonder wha' the temples'll make of 'em." "How so?" Kitty asked. "There's been a rivalry growin' between the followers of Luccas and the Mage's school. Seems a priest o' Luccas had said there'd be great beasts soon and that these beasts would fight to destroy all th' Mages." "What other... 'Temples' are there?" she asked. "Well, lass... there be the house o' Senn, but that be more a home for unladylike ladies, if you see my drift, than a temple. But th' Sennites, they can do a spell or two." Alfar developed a far-away smile. "There's the Alias, but i's very quiet, as a temple. But th' Luccas, they be the worst." "How so?" "They be looking for something. Call it the Sazknife. They say they need be needin' it, but for what, they say not. But they kill to get it." "Alfar, how big is Backwater?" "Backwater be seventy terrs on a side." "And how big's a terr?" "A terr be about forty-six hundred leagues on a side. Don't go messing your pretty head with numbers, lass. A square terr on a side is the surface area of Terra." "And Backwater's seventy terrs on a side?" Kitty asked, eyes unbelieving. "Aye, lass." He smiled. "Lots o' room for growth, Lass. There be only about a thousand people in Kendre, and forty times that in all o' Backwater. Lots o' room." "I need a room for a night," she said. "Can you recommend a place?" "Aye lass... Right here. Not as comfortable as Castle Shardik, mind ye, but it'll do." He seemed pleased with himself. "Just for one night?" Kitty nodded. "That'll be, oh... a copper. And for that I'll throw in the meal, and breakfast tomorrow. Will ye be wantin' hot water for a bath tonight?" Kitty nodded again. "Then that'll be another two brass, lassie... sorry, but I gots to charge." Kitty rummaged in her bag and pulled out a gold coin. "Can you change this?" Alfar put his hands over hers and drove them down to the table. "What are ye' doing with tha' much money, girl?" he said in a powerful whisper. "Be careful who ye show tha' to. Aye, I can change it, but only because I be going to th' bank today. Myrna!" he shouted. Another Felinzi slid out from inside the kitchen and said "Yeah, Alfar?" "Watch the bar for a second." Alfar disappeared through the swinging doors and returned. "You be lucky girl." He carefully counted out eleven silver, bronze, ten copper, and brass pieces. "That one coin could feed you and house you overhead for four months. Stay here, the both of you." Sliding the gold piece into his apron, he closed a cloak around his shoulders and slid out. Kathy watched him go. She turned back to her beer and drank quietly; Myrna appeared uninterested in her and instead began cleaning the tables, filling lanterns along the wall, and dusting the curtains on the windows. "Lucas!" she whispered when she thought Myrna was out of range, "You didn't tell me my staff was magical!" "Did you ask?" "No, but I think it's something you should have told me! What can it do?" "I don't know." "What? I thought you were the source of all magic in Backwater." "I am. Let's put it this way; in one sense I am your companion, but that doesn't mean I'm going to let you see me in my other sense, as referee." "That's just great." Kitty stared at the yellow cover of the book. Alfar returned after a few minutes and said "Myrna, we be doing well. The money's goin' up, and the taxes are paid." Myrna smiled and still didn't speak. Alfar slid back to his place behind the bar and said, "You still here, lass?" "You told me not leave." "Aye, I did, didn't I? Listen close... What ye' gave me was a gold. It's worth twelve silvers. A silver's twelve bronze, a bronze twelve copper, a copper twelve brass. Lodgin' here's a copper, but hot water's expensive. Below brass there's an iron piece; beer's two iron a mug." Kitty nodded. It wasn't going to be easy keeping that in her head; she opened her book and wrote down what Alfar was telling her. "Ye c'n write!" Alfar said. "Can't everybody?" Kitty asked. "Na, lass... not in Backwater. Sometimes, when ye come in, ye ferget. I c'n, but na' as fast as I could out there." "Oh," Kitty said. "At least ye' needn't fear getting wi' child, lass. That donna happen in Backwater. One o' Shardik's rules, he says. There's been some talk o' moving backwater to a new world, where his rules donna reach, but thas' been shelved. Rule makes sense, I says. Aside's sometimes people come in, an' they's changed. And sometime, the children's just the ref's NPDs." "NPDs?" Kitty asked. "Non-Player Droids." Alfar had trouble maintaining his accent while discussing game mechanics. Kitty nodded. She thanked Alfar for the meal and asked for a key to her room. "You be goin' up now?" "No, but when I come back..." "I'll be here, lassie. You go on... we han't got no real keys, not round these parts." Kitty wandered out into the city, looking around for a merchant where she could buy some things she now wanted. There was nothing of the sort to be found immediately; she walked back towards the gate and asked one of the guards. He directed back towards to right, towards the bazaar. The bazaar was a riot of colors, smells and sounds, densely packed with people jostling each other; from far ahead of her came the sounds of swords, and of cheering. She found several clothes merchants, and stopped at one. A Mephit, dressed in a shockingly tacky silver-lame kilt and leather vest, turned to her and "Yes? Kin I help yu?" Kitty stifled a laugh. The accent was outrageous; all the words were crammed together, they came out as one phrase: "KinIhelpyu?" She pointed to a heavy, padded coat and a large muffler and paid for both. The Mephit looked at her as they exchanged coins and said "It is not winter. Why do you need these clothes?" Kitty shot him a dirty look, and he backed off momentarily. She draped the coat over her pack and tied it down with a loose leather tie, then headed deeper into the bazaar. The sword fighting was actually rapiers, and it seemed to be practice; a tall Mephit faced off against a much shorter Human, and the Human seemed to be easily driving back the Mephit with every feint. She was impressed. After a few rounds of this the Human sheathed his weapon and said, "You've improved, M'Lord." "Always the good teacher, Napper, always the good teacher. Thank you for the exercise." "A pleasure, Lord Aaden." The Mephit bowed swiftly and walked off to the left, two Uncia following him. Bodyguards, she guessed. She left the bazaar and walked back to the gate, leaving the city and heading down the road to where she guessed she had left Pendor. She walked through the woods into the meadow and found him, curled up into a large, black ball. "Pendor?" she asked. The dragon woke with a start, turning his head towards her. Oh, it's you. "Scared me." Sorry, he said, apologetically. What did you find? "I'm going to stay the night in town, if that's all right. I need to learn more." I understand. The hunting has been good here, and I did not disturb a flock that was guarded by people, but a large yapping animal ran at me. "Probably a dog, for the shepherd." She sighed. Feeding a Dragon was not going to be easy. "You didn't hurt it?" No. I made a noise at it and it backed away. "That's good. We can meet tomorrow?" Of course we can. Here, right? "If you feel safe here." I do. "Then here. I'll see you later." Good bye, Kitty. Kitty bent over and kissed Pendor gently on the nose. As she walked back towards the road she was bewildered to figure out why exactly she had kissed him. In town, she returned to the Unicorn Inn and asked Alfar for her room. "It be the third on the left, lass." She found it and walked in. The room was clean, and the window had glass in it. She found a basin for washing, and the bed seemed sturdy enough, made entirely of wood, with a cloth-filled mattress and pillow. She opened up her backpack and rummaged through it. Inside she found a spare set of clothing, with three changes of underclothes. There's was also a smaller book than the one she'd found next to, and it had a clasp holding it shut. She also found money; nineteen gold, plus what Alfar and the merchant at the bazaar had given her as change. And three silver-colored coins, very bright and shiny, in the shape of an eight-pointed star with a ring around it. "Lucas, can you tell me what these are?" "They're called ringwheels. They're worth a thousand gold each." "What?" "I believe you heard me." Kitty stared at the three coins. If Lucas was telling the truth, she was set for life. And if anyone found out about them, she was also a bandit's favorite target. She sighed quietly and put them back into her bag. She packed away the spare clothes and tied the bedroll to the bottom of the pack. After a few minutes a knock came at the door. "Yes?" "Miss Kitty? Your bath is ready." She opened the door to see Myrna. "It is?" "We have to get it right done before the evening crowd, Miss Kitty. There's nobody else asking for a bath, Miss Kitty, so you can take as long as ye wish. Door over there," Myrna said, pointing. "Thank you, Myrna." She grabbed her pack and staff and left her bedroom; she had no desire to part with any of her equipment, now that she had an inkling of the total value of what she carried. The bath turned out to be a large wooden tub filled with water that was steaming, but she trailed her fingers through it and found it to her liking. She bolted the door, noting the sandglass on the shelf next to it, and turned it over even though Myrna said she could take as long as she liked. There was also a large object covered with a towel; picking up the towel she noted the object was a pail, filled with much hotter water than the tub, and covered with a wooden cap. Stripping, she stepped into the tub and quickly sank down into it, sighing with pleasure as she did so. Even though it had been only yesterday that she'd been in the veritable lap of luxury, she felt extremely tired; the entire day, from meeting Pendor to now, had been one long, bewildering experience. She found a bar of soap. With a breath of thanks that it wasn't lye soap, she reached down to clean her feet. As she worked her way up, she gently rubbed her sore thighs; being a city girl hadn't really prepared her for the walking she'd done today. She closed her eyes when she had cleaned her face and tried to relax and sort things out. "Why am I here?" she asked the ceiling through closed lids. Talking to myself, she though. First sign I'm cracking up. But why was she here? What plans did Shardik have for her? She'd asked to go someplace "different, where the rules are different." The rules certainly were different here. She shrugged, disturbing the water. She'd survive, one way or the other. Her hands had drifted down to her painful legs, and she sighed quietly as they unconsciously stroked her pubic hair. She smiled and resigned herself to the fact that she wanted to masturbate. But as she thought that, she was disturbed by the memory of this morning, when she'd had an orgasm while riding on Pendor's back. She didn't stop stroking her swelling outer lips, but she also explored her memory of this morning, trying to figure it out. The wind, passing by her, the feeling of his body under hers, all these memories ran through her as she parted her outer lips, her fingers slicking between them and over her clit in the soapy water; the sensation made her light-headed as it ran straight through her mind. She tried to concentrate on something else, someone else, as her fingers slid over her clitoris faster and harder, sometimes plunging a finger into her opening and up inside herself, pressing against the upper pad of her pubic bone. Anyone else, she wished, stretching for her orgasm as she slowed down to pinch her clit gently. Ken, Nance, Dillion, anyone she'd met at the castle. Alfar, anyone. As she came the name that possessed her was "Pendor." When she felt it was time to get out of the bath, she realized what the extra pail was for. She removed the towel and the wooden cover and used the water in the pail to rinse off. She dressed in the same clothes she'd entered with and put her pack on, heading for the downstairs tavern and dinner. She still had a lot of thinking to do. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- When Kitty awoke her first thought was that she had slept all the way through to noon. A few seconds of thought and she laughed to herself. Pendor was a ringworld, of course the sun was overhead! The sounds outside her window however, told her that whatever time of day it was, the daily life of Kendre was in full swing. She stretched and yawned. The bed she had slept in had been both lumpy and itchy, but she had been so tired that it hadn't mattered when she had first lain down. Now, in the morning, her back told her a different story. She sighed and tried to lick clean the foul taste in her mouth, a combination of sleep and ale. As she was dressing a knock came at her door. She turned to look, shook her head again and said "Yes?" "Miss Kitty? Miss Kitty? Are you awake?" "Yes, Myrna," she said. "What is it?" "Oh good, Miss Kitty. I gots a letter for you." Confusion reigned for a moment. " A letter?" "Yes Miss Kitty. It's got a seal on it, it looks important. You might want to read it now." Kitty rose from the bed with a groan and wandered over to the door, unlatching it and pulling it open. She looked into Myrna's face and said, "Okay." "Here it is, Miss Kitty." Myrna pressed a folded sheet of thick paper, held closed with a glob of wax. Kitty flipped it over; it was otherwise unmarked. "Myrna, where did you get this?" "Priest of Alias came this morning. Gave this to me and said it was for Miss Kitty Moran. I guess that'n be you." Kitty nodded. "Thank you, Myrna. Give me a moment, will you?" "O' course, Miss Kitty. Take all the time'n you need." Kitty closed the door gently and re-latched it. After a quick glance at the seal, which meant nothing to her, she broke it open and read it. Dear Kitty: You said you wanted to go someplace "different." Without sending you off-world, there's only one really "different" place on Pendor that suits you- Backwater. But I've also made a new addition to the list of Pendorian races recently, Dragons, and I released them all in Backwater. At this point you're on your own. What you chose to do is your own business. What Lucas does with you is his business, but he's been instructed not to mess with you too much. And remember, the monsters are only droids anyway. It's the live ones you've got to worry about. Love, Ken. She closed her eyes and sighed. The letter didn't tell her anything new, but she was glad to have it. The one thing that bothered her was what it didn't mention- Lucas, her staff, the money. What was going on? She dressed, pulled on her boots and cloak and headed down the stairs. "Alfar?" she said. "'Mornin, Lass. How was your sleep?" Kitty stretched again and felt bones in her back pop. "The sleep was good. It was waking up I had trouble with." Alfar smiled and said, "I know, Lass, I know. So, ye be heading out t'day?" "Aye," Kitty said, getting into the accent. "Right now, in fact. I've got a friend to meet." "And what be this friend's name, might I ask?" Alfar said. "Pendor," she replied, slipping out the door. The street was a bustle of activity. The smell of Kendre was rich in her nostrils and the sun was clear overhead as she walked to the bazaar she had found yesterday. Getting past a Centaur blocking her vision, she found a shopkeeper selling jerked meats, dried fruits and nuts. After haggling with him for a few minutes, she walked away with what she figured was two weeks worth of foodstuffs. It was a lot heavier than the camping foods she had been used to packing over Mount Washington, that was for sure. She shook her head again and headed out for the main gate. It felt so good to be out of there, she realized. The light and air of the fields outside the city cured the odd melancholy she'd been feeling all morning, and she positively felt like skipping as she headed towards the treeline and her meeting with Pendor. She sang to herself as she walked. She wondered if there were any listeners, and if there were, was Jethro Tull out of place in Kendre? She found what she thought to be the place where she had turned off the road yesterday. After walking some yards through the dense forest, she broke out into the meadow a distance away from the glaringly obvious dragon, who lay curled up on the grass with his wings spread wide. "Pendor!" she shouted. The dragon raised his head slowly, looked and said Good Morning, Kitty! She ran up to him and wrapped her arms around his head, hugging him. "It's good to see you," she said. It's good to see you too, he replied. So, what was a town like? "Smelly," she replied. "A good place to buy things, but I don't think I'd like to live there." Anything else? he asked. Kitty related her experiences with Alfar as she pulled on the coat and muffler she'd purchased at the bazaar. "Ready to go?" she asked. Where are we going? the dragon asked. "Does it matter? According to everybody we've met, we're in the center of Backwater. Every direction is somewhere new." Then let us head, that way, the dragon replied, lifting his head and pointing to aspin. "Fine with me. Why that direction?" Less mountains. Kitty laughed as she mounted Pendor's back. With a powerful bunching of the legs, Pendor launched himself into the air and they took flight. The powerful force of it exhilarated Kitty, and she cheered as they took flight. Are you okay? he asked. "Pendor, you worry too much about me. I'm fine!" she replied. Could you explain something to me then? "Of course." What are we? "I don't understand." What are we? You're a human girl and I'm a dragon. You are my rider, but I don't think I'm your pet. Are we friends? Partners? Lovers? Memories of yesterday flooded Kitty and her face grew hot with embarrassment. She waited for the thoughts to fade before she said, "We're friends, Pendor. I think. I don't know. We're not lovers; we probably can't be." Why not? "Because I'm a human and you're a dragon, and you probably won't fit." Pendor didn't answer. They flew on for almost half a day. The terrain below was lightly hilled and covered in dense forest, but otherwise was so nondescript that Kitty asked to head back to Kendre. Pendor agreed. Once over the city, Kitty asked, "What now?" We could follow the road that heads towards the mountains. She shrugged. "It's up to you, Pendor." There was that massive shrug of the shoulders. Kitty crouched down behind Pendor's head to keep out of the slipstream and watched as they flew on. The sky was still as clear as ever. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Less than hour out from Kendre, Pendor said Kitty? Kitty looked up with a start. "What?" she asked. I don't feel good. "Don't feel good? Tired? Hungry?" Tired. I think we should head back. "Then, let's go." Kitty looked around. The day seemed a little darker. What was it? She looked up and saw that they were flying right into the coming night's shadow as it draped itself over the countryside. Behind it were dark stormclouds. She began to worry. Kitty, I don't think... The dragon's "voice" sounded strained, sickly. "Come on, Pendor," Kitty, I'm going to fall. "Pendor!" she shouted as the dragon's wings seemed to lose their strength. The thrilling power she felt in him faded as the night grew darker. The dragon began a frighteningly fast downward spiral. I'll try-- Pendor started. Try to put down safe. "Please," Kitty whispered. "Be careful." She held on tightly to his neck, praying every second for him. There was a clear spot up ahead, another meadow, but the trees were close, very close. The ground was coming up fast as total darkness washed over them. Kitty felt a tremendous >thump< as Pendor slammed into the ground, rolling into a black ball that threw her free. She landed on her shoulder, the pain registering dully in her head. Dull compared to her concern for her friend. A light drizzle began to fall. "Pendor!" she screamed. Kitty? the dragon said weakly. I'm hurt. She scrabbled to her feet and ran to the treeline, where Pendor had impacted against a stand of three trees, fracturing one. As she ran, the dragon began shifting, moving back away from the trees. In a slow limp he turned around and fell to the ground, his eyes closed. As Kitty got closer, she could feel the waves of pain emanating off him. She closed her eyes and concentrated, walking up to his head and saying, "Pendor?" My wing... It hurts. She looked over at the wing he had splayed out along the ground. It looked wrong. Horror spread through her when she realized why; the wing was broken, high by the shoulder. "Don't move!" she screamed as the dragon started to get up again. "Pendor, your wing is broken." Broken? he asked. How do you fix it? It hurts! "I know, I know it hurts. It'll be okay." Okay? What did she know about broken bones... broken Dragon's bones? She grit her teeth for a second and said "I'm going to do something. It's going to make it hurt more." MORE? the dragon wailed. "It has to, Pendor. Please, trust me." Kitty, I don't want it to hurt. "Please, Pendor!" She walked around to the wing and examined it from the outside. All she had for medical training was her Girl Scout's badge and the time she'd broken her leg. She knew you had to set it and keep the person from using it, but how? "Pendor?" she asked, laying hands out the edge of the wing away from the break, away from his body. What? the dragon asked. She dug her bootheels into the ground and said, "Pull." WHAT? "Pull away from me, Dammit! One sharp pull! Do it now or you'll never be able to fly again! Do it, NOW!" The dragon raised his head and turned on his long neck to look at her, his eyes full of pain. He closed them. Kitty felt him tense, and there was a sudden jerk, followed by a sickly cracking sound, and Pendor screamed, the pain emanating from his mind into hers; she whimpered in her agony. But she never lost her grip. "Pendor!" There was no answer for a few seconds. Kitty... he said. "Pendor, fold the wing, slowly. Very slowly." She held the fracture point in place carefully, straining her arms; his wing was heavy. The wing slowly folded into place. Kitty pulled her staff from her waist and laid it along the fracture. "Don't move," she said. She stripped off her shirt and pulled her knife, slicing the sleeves from her shirt and using them to tie the staff in place, splinting the wing. She worried that she was cutting off Pendor's circulation. She checked the splint; it looked adequate. She could only hope. "Let the wing loose, Pendor. Relax it." It hurts! the dragon said. "I know it hurts," she said. "But you've got let it go. Please?" The wing slowly drooped downwards until it rested loosely against Pendor's body. "Okay, that's it," Kitty said, trying to reassure the Dragon. "Pendor?" she asked, walking around to his head. She touched him gently there. Kitty, he said, his voice barely a whisper in her head. Will I fly again? "If you don't move you will. It might be a few days. Will you be okay?" It suddenly occurred to her she might have to feed her friend. It was going to be more than a few days. It might be a few months. I don't know. I hurt. "I know, I know," she said, kissing his head, lying close to him in the rain. "Pendor, I have to get my stuff." Don't leave me! he wailed. "I won't. I'm just going to walk to where I fell. Okay? It's right over there." Okay. Kitty didn't think he sounded okay. Kitty walked around the place where she thought she had landed, looking for her pack. It had fallen open, scattering her equipment everywhere. The only things still inside it were her money pouch and the little red book. She gathered up her clothes and food, finding the yellow book by touch and wondering why he hadn't said a thing. "Lucas?" she asked the book. No answer. She pursed her lips and wondered if the book had been damaged in the accident. "Lucas!" she demanded. The book was silent. Cursing, she threw it into the pack and wandered back to Pendor. "It's wet," she said to him, but he didn't answer. Instead, he snored quietly, and when she recognized the sound she was grateful. He had shifted weight slightly so that he was propped up against the nearest tree, the broken wing laying flat on the ground. She prayed silently that she'd done right, setting and restraining the wing. She touched it gently, reassuring herself. It was warm to the touch. She cursed the rain, wondering where she was going to find shelter when an answer presented itself. She had noticed that Pendor tended to sleep with his wings outstretched; his left wing, his good wing, was splayed out along the ground. She knelt down; there seemed to be room underneath, so she crawled under and took refuge. She leaned up against his leg and tried to sleep. Touching his body, she could hear his massive heart beating slowly, feel his breathing. She felt that as long as he kept breathing, they would be okay. She turned on her side, feeling his cool reptilian hide against her cheek, and kissed his leg, hoping for sleep. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Travellogue, Day 7 Journal Entry 189 / 00916 Elenya, Urim 18, 00916 The morning found them wrapped up in more bedsheets than either was used to; Nickolai felt like he was digging himself out of a landslide of linen. "Urf!" he groaned as he finally reached the edge of the bed. "You okay?" Furry asked. "I'm fine," he huffed. "Why do you people sleep in such huge beds?" "I don't. Remember my bed?" "That was for when you were a little girl. On Earth, that's a bed for a normal-sized human," he replied. "True," she admitted. "I guess Shardik expects his guests to have guests." She winked at him with a grimace. He laughed. "You don't want to try that now, do you?" he asked. She shook her head. "I've got you for another five days," she replied, "and I'm not going to share you with anyone, Nickolai Dittrich." "Good," he said, leaning over and kissing her. "Now you get to suffer my morning breath." "I've done that before," she said, laughing. "Come on, let's go take a shower. I need to clean up. You made a mess, and then you made me sleep in the wet spot." "I'm sorry," he said. "Come on." He reached out a hand and helped her out of bed. They wandered into the shower together, where Nickolai ran his finger along a trio of electronic plates that apparently regulated water temperature, pressure, and pulse frequency. Furry found the soap, and they spent the next ten minutes washing each other. Furry was especially delighted by the erection he had as she soaped and stroked his cock. "It looks cute." "I also have to piss," he said. "Excuse my language." She scowled, still smiling. "Be serious, sweetheart. It's something we all have to do. Even me. Go ahead." "What, here?" he asked. "Sure. There's the drain. I want to hold it." "You're strange." "Oh, come on, Nickolai. It's not like we're talking about anything new here." He turned his back to her and tried to aim his erect penis downward; it softened enough that he felt he could. Furry took his cock in hand from behind him. It took a few tries to overcome his embarrassment; he could feel the pressure building, but didn't seem to be able to do anything with it. Finally, though, a stream of yellow fluid streamed from his penis; Furry seemed to be having fun aiming it in circles around the drain. When he was finally done, he said, "There. Are you happy now?" "You're embarrassed!" she said, laughing. "Of course I'm embarrassed!" he said, annoyed. "Aw, I think it's cute," she repeated. "Wash me." He took the soap and complied, scrubbing under her fur between her shoulder blades all the way down to her feet, avoiding her crotch. "So, are you afraid to wash me between my legs?" she asked. He shrugged and with a suds-covered hand slid it between her labia. "That's it," she said, "Wash me well; get it deep, Nickolai, don't be afraid. You won't hurt me. Now go further back. Good. Hand me the showerhead." He reached up and handed it to her, smirking. "What's so funny?" she asked, suspiciously. "Remember what you mentioned about that thing last night?" Her smile faded. "You want me to..." "You suggested it yourself last night. Besides, you made me piss in front of you." "That was different!" she insisted. "Everybody has to piss, every day. You're asking me to masturbate so you can watch." "Yeah," he said smiling. She slowly sat down on the floor, examining the controls on the back of the showerhead. They were duplicates of the wall controls, reproduced in miniature. There also seemed to be a dial around the face of it, for controlling stream tightness. Leaning up against one of the padded walls of the shower, she slowly turned the pressure up to a gentle stream, then threw the pulses down from steady stream to a staccato. Nickolai sat cross-legged in front of her. "Ready?" she asked. "That's up to you," he said. She nodded and turned the showerhead; the stream walked up along the floor between her legs, along her thigh, and slowly she brought it down over her cunny. Her eyes closed, and she aimed the stream down between her lips. Her whole body tensed, and a loud moan escaped her. Nickolai watched, fascinated, as her whole vulva seemed to swell, the labia becoming fuller and redder. She was biting her lip. Her body tensed again, shuddered; her legs seemed to go into seizure as a long, low moan escaped her. He watched as she raised the pressure and the speed of the pulses; she came again, louder, the moan echoing in the large showerchamber. Incredibly, she still didn't stop, increasing the speed even more; it was almost to a steady stream as she came a third time, tossing her head against the soft-padded wall. Nickolai's own face was flushed with lust; he felt light-headed watching her. She had the water going without pulses; a steady, tight jet of water that circled her clit as she came again. Her whole body shook with the effort. As Nickolai watched the stream was visibly dimpling the flesh under it; the splashing water was creating little glowing beads all over her fur. It seemed like a long time as she held the showerhead, aimed directly and forcefully at her clitoris. It was making his head spin just watching her, as her eyes clamped shut tight and she came a fifth time, her moan approaching a scream's volume. Finally, she pushed the showerhead away from her; the single stream aimed across the chamber and splashed against the far wall. She panted as her eyes fluttered open. "There," she said, breathing hard. "Are you satisfied?" She laughed, and there was no anger in it, despite her words. "Very," he said, rising on his knees to kiss her. "That was very pretty." "Good," she said. "Because I get to watch you now." "Wait a minute," he said. "What's wrong?" she asked mischievously. "Embarrassed?" "No, no," he said. "I just..." "Just what?" she asked, laughing. She poured some soap into her paw and slowly soaped his cock with it, stroking it until it was fully hard. "Now you finish it." He gave her a sidelong glance before leaning against the wall she had occupied just a moment earlier. Slowly, he pulled gently on his penis, feeling the skin roll under his fingers the way he had at least a thousand times before. In the back of his mind, that thought played itself out. He had masturbated his first time when he was eleven, and that was four years and some ago... four times 365 is over a thousand; yes, at least a thousand times. He smiled as he stroked his soapy cock, feeling his pleasure rise. Furry was looking at him with as fascinated a stare as he must have been giving her. He mouthed the words "I love you," as he stroked himself faster, and faster, feeling the lubricating effect of the soap fading, allowing him to actually grip the skin of his sheath and roll it over the head of his cock. His foreskin, he knew, was tight, but it felt wonderful masturbating with it as he stroked yet faster. He opened his eyes just long enough to register that Furry was staring at his crotch with wide-eyed wonder, then closed them, speeding to his fastest, gathering his testicles in his other hand to keep them from bouncing around as his orgasm racked through him and his come shot out onto his chest and belly. "Wow," she said. "What?" he asked. "I thought you were going to pull it off! Do you always masturbate so... violently?" "Well, yeah," he said. "I've never done it any other way. Why, is something wrong?" "No, no, if that's the way you... you like it. When you... when you fuck me, does my... " she closed her eyes looking for the word- "my sex grip you that way?" He hesitated before answering. "Not really," he said. "It's different; there's more friction, and besides, that's just my hand, and just me. When I'm with you, it's different. I feel you, all of you, not just your... 'sex.'" He smiled. "I love you." "I love you too," she replied, warmly. "Let's clean you off. Good shot, by the way," she said, running her finger against one of his nipples and then licking the semen off her finger. "Guess so," he said, waggling his eyebrows. She giggled. After they had dressed in the clothes Shardik had leant them (Nickolai was becoming especially fond of the T-shirt he had been given) Furry asked "Dave, which way to breakfast?" "Ken has instructed me to invite you two to breakfast at his place if you wish." "May as well," Furry said, smiling. They walked down the hallway holding hands, and at the door Shardik welcomed them warmly. "Good morning. Two eggs, waffles, and strawberries," he said, tossing plates up on the counter and quickly covering them with food. "Eat, kids. And that means you too, lazy," he said quickly, firing a cloth potholder to his right at the tired-looking melMephit walking through the door. Aaden glanced down at the potholder where it had fallen, glanced back at Shardik, then stooped, picked it up and handed it back to him. "I love you, too," he said. "Here," Shardik said. "Your most favorite least greasy morning meal." Aaden took the plate and wandered into the main room, where Nickolai and Furry had already taken their seats at the table and had begun digging in. "No P'nyssa this morning guys. Her case yesterday woke up in the middle of the night with complications. She's back at Cutters." Shardik joined them at the table, kissing Aaden as he walked by, and said, "So, what do you two plan on doing today?" "We hadn't decided," Furry said. "We had planned on visiting quote the sights unquote, but what is there to visit on Pendor?" "That's actually a good question," Shardik said. "With only a thousand years of history behind us... almost... we haven't got the great pyramids of Egypt or the ruins of Greece. Still, there are things to do and places to see. You could go watch a few teams from the Arc practicing maneuvers. That's actually fun. Or you could reserve time in powered armor yourself. There are a few proofed suits for civvies to play in. You could go to the Piot winery. Have dinner at Castle Degranni-" Nickolai noticed Aaden give Shardik a slightly exasperated expression- "Not the real one, mind you, but it's hard to tell the difference." "I could," Aaden said. "I know you could, lover. I was talking about them. As I was saying, you could go climb a few mountains, race a few rivers. Reserve time in a playball and have a few hours of fun in zero-g." Nickolai blushed slightly; he noticed Furry do the same. "I don't know if either of you like intoxicant, but you could try and outdrink a Centaur in Rocchodain. There's a dance club at Carraraug. That's popular with the younger folks. I'm sure Skii is going there tonight. In fact, you could even go to Monastery Island and find out what all the mystery is about." He smiled, then glanced behind his back and out the window. "But do it early; it's going to rain soon. And if you get hungry, I really recommend the Londenumen Inn at Tuilpalya. Ask for the roast lamb special. And get the beer. Or, if you hang around here..." "They better hang around here," said another sleepy voice from the hole in the floor. "That young femMark has a game to play this morning, remember?" "I almost forgot," Shardik said, apologetically. "Of course; you're going to play chess against my lovely daughter, aren't you?" Furry nodded. "I did say I would." "Yes, you did," the fox said, rising from the floor. "Good morning, fahs," she said, leaning over and giving Shardik and Aaden pecks on their respective cheeks. "How's everything this morning?" "Bright and sunny," Shardik answered. "For a few hours, at least." "What?" Molly replied. "Oh," she said, looking out the window. "Better get moving, then," she said, smiling. "Are you ready?" she asked Furry. "As I'll ever be," Furry replied. "Dave, set it up and raise the Castle to Overlook. We're going to play with the playset." "Of course," the AI replied calmly. The walls of the crater, visible just below the level of the residencies, began to fall away, although Nickolai felt no perceptible motion. "Come, my dear," Molly said, holding out her hand. Furry took it and allowed the fox to lead her out to the patio. Nickolai followed behind them. The plain of glass-smooth stone shimmered for a second to be replaced with an enormous chess-set, made of black and white tiles that appeared to grow (or was that glow, Nickolai wondered) out of the stone; in the correct positions stood the correct pieces, although not the traditional pieces. Nickolai reflected that he'd seen chess machines where the pieces fought out the moves, although the outcome was never in doubt; it was merely for entertainment, making the taking of a piece more dramatic. And as Molly and Furry exchanged moves he saw that was the case; pieces walked, fought, died, and faded away. Although he had never found chess terribly exciting, he became wrapped up in the game as Furry and Molly instituted a timing mechanism in the hopes of outplaying the oncoming rainstorm, as first Molly took Furry's queen and Furry returned the favor, placing Molly in the first check of the game simultaneously. As piece followed piece in rapid succession away from the game, both were finally left with just king and pawn, avoiding any possibility of checkmate and Dave ruled the game a stale. "Damn! Good game, thank you," she said, reaching out a hand. Furry shook it gently. "You're welcome. Thank you, as well." She picked up her hand suddenly and said, "That was a drop." "Indeed it was," Shardik said. "All right, everybody, inside. It's about to pour." Thunder rumbled, although there was no lightning yet that Nickolai saw. "It's hitting shore; that's where the static is coming from," Shardik commented as he closed the glass door behind himself. "Well, you guys can go out; there have to be more exciting places than this on Pendor." Nickolai found himself liking Shardik, but he couldn't say why. "Yeah," he admitted, "But when I get home, think about the fun I'll have telling my friends I spent the weekend hanging out with Shardik." "'Hanging Out?'" Shardik said. "Is that expression still around? True, that would be fun. But unfortunately, I've got some responsibilities, as do other people here. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go. Be back before shadowfall. Call me if there's trouble." He reached over and picked up a small notebook, kissed Aaden's cheekruff and wandered out, Molly with him. "So you're stuck with me," the large Mephit said gently. "I'm afraid I'm not going to get anything done today, not with a storm like that shaking outside. You could take off, like he suggested. Or I could show you around." "What, around the Castle, or around Pendor?" Furry asked. "Either," he said. "Would you like a guided tour?" "Yes, please," Furry responded. "Okay, a tour it is." He rose from the table, putting down his glass, and said, "Give me a moment to dress." He disappeared down the hole Molly had risen from and returned a moment later in a black-sheened kilt, a vest and a cap. "There. Now then, come." He wandered over to the front door and said, "This is the residency level. Not much to see here, I'm afraid. It's kind of boring." He made a right, then a left. "That's the commons. If you're hungry and lazy, Dave will usually have something for you to eat. If you're hungry and not lazy, Dave can usually get the ingredients for whatever you want to cook. If it's a really weird ingredient, like dried hocho peppers," Aaden smiled to himself, "you'll have to get them yourself. The commons also serves as the playroom for the younger kids." He stood into the g-tube and lowered himself down; they followed. "Dave also makes sure that the kids don't play too fast in the g-tubes." "He let me bump my head yesterday." "He assumed you were old enough to know better," the Mephit responded calmly. "Was it a life-threatening bump?" "Well, no," Furry responded. "Then he had no business interfering." Furry bit her lip; it was difficult to argue with logic like that. "Here's the basement. It isn't exciting, although if you look in here," he said, opening a door with a palmlock, "You'll find the PT2, Ken's shuttlecraft. And I think that's the Foe, Maha Oren's ship." He lead them back up one level, and said, "Here's the general use level. Over there are classrooms, over there's the map room, and that room over there is a plain old-fashioned unsambo." "Unsambo?" Nickolai asked. The word was unfamiliar to him. "Practice room for martial arts. You know, everything from hand-to-hand dodge and contact to fully automatic weaponry. The word comes from the roots of the words 'room' and 'stormcloud,' I don't know why." He pointed down the hall and said, "Over there's a VR room Ken uses for high-resolution genework; If you get a chance, watch him at it. It's a little like watching an alchemist. And he always plays music at far too high a volume for my comfort when he does. And that last room, there, is the chapel." He shrugged and began to turn when Nickolai stopped him. "Uh, Aaden..." "Hmm?" The Mephit turned around. "A chapel? Isn't that a little... unusual?" Aaden smiled warmly and said, "You're making assumptions. The word 'chapel' has so many connotations around it. Come on, let me show it to you." He led them down the hall and pulled open one of the double wooden doors. "Take a look," he said, walking in himself. Inside, a vaulted ceiling made of granite reached at least 10 meters. There were stained glass windows on both walls, along with a magnificent circular one depicting the creation of Pendor above the door they had just walked in. The opposite end of the chapel terminated in a shallow semi-circle with a single dias. The benches were of hardened wood, with nearly upright backings, and rust-red rugs lay down the three aisles. There were no significant religious icons that Nickolai could see. "Some people," Aaden said, interrupting his thoughts, "go to the mountains for peace and quiet. Some go to the beach. Some come here. I've sat in these benches for hours sometimes when I've had to wrestle with a problem in my head. It's often been said that the first two people to seriously use the chapel for its intended purpose were Chris and Lori when they were discussing their first child, but that was centuries ago. Before the first opening of the gates. Before I was born, even." He led them back upstairs, past the two floors of residency, to a floor clearly labled "2." "This is mostly guest quarters, although Ken has a few rooms set aside for others things. The household's exercise room is over there," he pointed to a door on the left, "And it's mostly a duplicate of the unsambo, but most people use the hardware strictly for exercise. And weapons practice must be done downfloors. Over there is a room that mostly gets used as an arts/crafts room. Ken's got a sculpture in there." "Shardik sculpts?" "When he wants to, which isn't often. He gets obsessive about doing one thing, and that thing gets done. Would you like to see it?" "Can we?" Furry asked, excited. "I suppose," Aaden shrugged. He led them down the hallway and through the door open. "It's a pretty strange image, if you ask me." Indeed it was; the sculpture, in white stone, was of a Centaur wearing exceptionally heavy body armor and helmet, lying on the ground with legs splayed. Stone curled away from the chest of the human half, a hole rent in the armor, a stone two-handed sword imbedded almost to the hilt. The image was graphically violent, yet somehow the statue conveyed a sense of peace and finality. "Wow," Nickolai said after a few seconds. "He's good." Aaden nodded. "I don't understand where he got this idea from, but he worked like a demon on it for months. Now that it's done, he doesn't want to show it. I don't know why; I wish he would. It is a good sculpture." He looked around and said, "Want to go up one more floor?" They nodded. "Come on," he said, leading them to the top floor, labled "1." "Storage, mostly. There's a meeting room over there that I've never seen used. Also, the top half of the physical plant's up here, over in that corner. These corridors lead to stairs to the roof. Come on." He led them a little further down the hallway and said, "Dave, clear this window please." The window cleared as ordered and they were looking into a water-filled chamber. "The rooftop pool, so Shardik could converse with the Dolphins without having to leave home. Works, too; they love the ability to come talk to him in his own home." Aaden turned to them and said, "Well, that's it. You've seen Shardik Castle from the inside. Sorry it wasn't as exciting as you would have thought." Furry looked around and said, "We discussed that yesterday," gesturing between Nickolai and herself. "You have to live here; I didn't expect Shardik to keep the secrets of the universe under his bed." Aaden laughed and said, "Never thought of it that way, but I suppose you're right. Besides, most of the secrets take so much hardware and are so dangerous that they're kept in vacuum." "Pindam," Nickolai said. "Right," Aaden replied. "So, what do you guys want to do now? It's only, what, six o'clock? Nine hours till nightfall." "Actually, Aaden, we were going to go places on our own." "Of course, of course. Actually, if you follow me around you'll be bored out of your mind, too. I'm going to do a little seed turning. I'm trying to get a variety of SQ-celled plant from Aldeberaan six to grow in our soil." "Doesn't sound like something we'd be interested in," Furry admitted. "Then go have fun. Dave, is it raining at Rocchodain?" "Not that I know of," the AI responded perfunctorily. "The storm cycle seems to be curling off the range of Marbletop." "Well," Aaden replied, "You can go there first and cancel your room reservations." "Can't we have the AI do it?" Nickolai asked. "It's against protocol," Furry said, gently. "We have the time and resources to do it ourselves. Asking Dave to do it would prove we're lazy." "Oh, okay." He shrugged, still getting used to Pendorian customs. "Let's do it." "SDisk is on level three, you know where it is. It'll put you wherever you ask. I assume you know how to use it, young lady?" Furry nodded. "I do." "See you tonight. Set your watches to PST." Furry adjusted her watch as he had indicated, and they tromped off to the SDisk. They did indeed first stop at Rocchodain, then Furry transported them to a hallway. "Where are we?" Nickolai asked. "Arc," Furry said. "Come on, I want to get something." "What?" "Skycycles," she replied. She led them to a large shop near the roof of the arcology and entered. A femFel shopkeeper intercepted her headlong rush and said, "Can I help you?" "My friend and I would like the use of two skycycles." "Day or overnight?" "Day." "Experienced?" Furry paused for a second and said, "No." "Then you'll be wanting a pair of Solo Fives, a very speedy but very safe model." The Felinzi led them over to a pair of bikes hanging against one wall. "As you can see, they have no forward unit, so unlike the old LNRW models they do not block the driver's vision. They have an advanced collision-avoidance system that allows them to be driven in the most insane manner through wooded forests, if you so choose." The Felinzi grinned, her ears falling back along her white-furred head. "Will these do?" "Uh-huh. Kolya?" He shrugged. "I guess." "Good," the shopkeeper exclaimed. "Up onto the roof, and I'll show you." They followed her up a flight of stairs to a small launch porch. There were two of the model she had indicated sitting there. "Now then, you'll both be using full restraint; sit here," she said, pointing to Nickolai. Nickolai sat down on the bike she had indicated. The Felinzi picked up a broad loop of belt and wrapped it around his waist, then another pair of loops strung over his thighs. "That should hold you." She spent another five minutes familiarizing him with the control; they seemed to be similar to those found on an air-capable 'Mech. "Ready?" Furry asked once she had strapped herself onto her bike and dismissed the shopkeeper. "Yeah," Nickolai said. "Then follow me!" she shouted, pushing down on the acceleration pedal with her foot; the bike shot out of the 'Arc with no sound but the wind. Nickolai dropped his foot on the pedal and felt the bike nearly take off without him. The display pegged itself at "90 kph" before he figured out how to control the damn thing. "Good thing this has a safety," he said to himself. "Uh-huh," Furry said in his ear. "And I love the intercom. Sounds like you're right behind me, cuddly." She waved to him from her bike. Nickolai finally got the courage to look down and watched as the world slipped by underneath him. "Where are we going?" he asked. "I want to see something; we're going to the Rowan." "Isn't that the name of an AI?" "You're behind the times. 'Rowan' is a Mephit who used to live at Shardik Castle. 'The Rowan' is a tree that Oenone planted before Pendor had a breathable atmosphere. It's still alive; it's the oldest tree on all of Pendor." "I didn't know that." "Welcome to Pendor," Furry said again, laughing. She dipped her bike down, and Nickolai followed her until they were skimming the grassy ground of Abornia plain. They drove for a while; it felt like almost an hour, cruising along. Although wind was hitting Nickolai in the face, it didn't feel like it was doing 90kph; apparently one of the safety feature of the skybikes was a forcefield that slowed wind down. He felt uncomfortable trusting the hardware so much, but Furry seemed to be enjoying herself, so he resolved to do the same. They drove on until Furry took to the high air again, circling around one lone tree that seemed to be growing in the middle of the Plain, high on a hill. From the height they were at, there was only one other visible object nearby; a small white rectangle about a hundred metres from the hill. "What's that?" he asked, pointing at it. Furry looked down from her bike and said, "Oh. I'll show you when we get down. Let's land." She brought her bike to a complete brake, hovered, then slowly eased down with the handlebar. Once on the ground, she undid her belts as Nickolai landed next to her. "How was your first trip on a 'cycle?" she asked. "A little frightening," he admitted, "But I got used to it." "I bet. It's fun to take one these into the woods or through a canyon, especially a really twisty one," she smiled, wide. "Come on, let's walk to the stone." "That white thing?" "Yes." They walked the short distance; as they got closer Nickolai could tell it was some sort of deathmarker, a tomb maybe. It was a silent white stone, granite maybe, a perfectly smooth rectangle. On one side, set into the stone facing the tree were the words "DONNA HYZEN LEWIS SHARDIK 0087-0106." Nickolai read the words twice before saying, "Oh." "Yeah," Furry said, quietly. "They say Shardik comes out here to talk to her, when he's depressed. You know the story about his attempted suicide, right?" Nickolai nodded. "Well, Shardik once said that while Brieanna convinced him to live for a little while longer, it was Donna who convinced him to live forever." "I wonder why. And what does 'Hyzen' mean? I've been told it's actually a real word." "It's from an obscure dialect of Pendrii that didn't integrate well with general Quen. It means 'shines like the dew,' and it had something do with her hair." She took his hand and said, "Come on." She led him back to the tree, where he sat down on the ground, leaning against the tree, and offered his lap to her. She accepted, smiling. "Furry, why'd you bring me here?" "Because it's quiet," she said, gently. "Because I wanted to get away from everything. Like you on the beach, it's a place where I can just be alone with you, to hold you and be hugged by you." He smiled and held her a little tighter; a lyric from a song he enjoyed began running through his mind, and he said aloud, "We are our own saviors, As we start Both our hearts, Beating life into each other." Furry sighed and snuggled up closer to him. "That's pretty. Where'd you get that from? Or did you make that up yourself?" "I wish," Nickolai said, smiling as he held her. "It's from an old Terran folk musician. I can't remember the name." "It's pretty anyway," she sighed. Then she laughed gently. "What's funny?" "You're getting hard again," she said. "Want to do something with it?" Two weeks ago he would had shouted his affirmation. Instead, he asked, "Do you?" She smiled and tugged at the lace holding his pants shut. She pulled the laces free and dug into his pants with her muzzle. Nickolai closed his eyes and sighed as her tongue assaulted the head of his cock. It had been a few hours since they had masturbated together, yet he was extremely sensitive now. She moaned softly as she pulled his cock free of his pants; it slapped up against his belly. She laughed and in one swift move took it deep into her mouth. He sighed and felt the pleasure of her tongue deep within him. "Oh, Furry, don't stop." She didn't reply, simply and slowly stroked his cock. He scratched her back softly, trying not to crowd her at his crotch or frighten her with any inclination that he might try and choke her. She took her time; he was amazed at how long it seemed to be taking, at how much energy she was putting into sucking on his cock. The pressure built within him as her lips slid along his shaft, pushing the foreskin back with every stroke. He came, gently, feeling his cock pulse against her tongue. Her reaction was to back away, a look of surprise in her eyes. He could see her throat working, trying to swallow his semen; her eyes winced a little. He sighed quietly as his cock softened against his belly. "You okay?" he asked. She smiled apologetically, her throat still working. "Don't like the taste," she said, smiling. "Sorry." "Well," he said, "That's okay. I don't expect you to like everything about me. Thank you. You're the first person to do that all the way like that." "Really?" she said, her eyes lighting up. "Really," he repeated. "Thank you, Furry." With a look of delight, she curled up against him and lay her head on his chest. He smiled and stroked her head gently, teasing her ears with his fingers. She giggled gently and said, "Stop that." "I think I found another ticklish spot." "Don't, please?" she said with a tone of seriousness. "I really don't want you to." "Okay," he said, a little disappointed. "I mean, I've noticed how much you love to tickle me, but after that, I think I just want a nap," she said, closing her eyes. He nodded, slowly stroking her soft fur; Markals, he had noted, were 'hairless,' in that they didn't have an overabundently long trail of fur on the tops of their heads. Most Pendorian species were similar; Humans, Satryls, Tindals, and Centaurs were the only species with long hair. As he stroked, his eyes grew heavy; his climax had tired him, and he noticed that her breathing, too, had grown deep and steady. He closed them and fell into a gentle sleep. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- When he awoke, the sun was still overhead. His eyes had snapped open of their own will; it felt like it had been a few hours since they had lain down together. Furry was still asleep in his lap. "Furry?" he asked gently, tapping her on the shoulder. "Huh?" she asked, looking up and blinking. "Sorry, I must've fallen asleep." "Me, too. What time is it?" "Thirteen," she said, surprised. "We must've slept about four hours." "Lucky it didn't rain," he said. "Look." He pointed. In the direction they were heading, back towards the Arc, there were stormclouds gathering. "Sambo," he said, smiling. "Very funny," she said. "Come on, let's get the bikes." They gathered their few loose possession together; Nickolai noted with more than a little embarrassment that his pants had been open the entire time. Fortunately, Furry had been lying almost atop of him, and none of his more sensitive anatomy had suffered any sort of damage. As he retied his pants shut, Furry floated up the hill and over to him on her skycycle. "See you at fifty metres," she shouted as the bike shot straight up into the sky. He jumped on his bike and joined her; they sped off in the direction of the gathering storm. The forcefields kept them dry and warm as they docked with the skycycle shop. "So," he said, "Where to now?" "I want to stop by my home," she said. "I want to tell my folks I'm okay." "Sounds like a good idea," he said as they wandered down to the SDisk. "Are you going to pay a visit to your mother?" "I don't think I should." "Why not?" she asked. "Furry, will you make up your mind? First you don't like my mother, then you tell me I should see her." "Kolya," Furry said, sighing, "I love you. I want what's best for you. On one hand, I understand how you feel about her, and I understand that for a Pendorian you're of legal age here. But you've got to understand too that on Pendor, we revere our parents; your trying to completely avoid her is, well, unusual." "I know. Let me decide how to deal with my mother. I'm pretty sure she'll get along without me. Besides, we called her last night; she seems to be getting along okay." "I suppose." She sighed. "C'mon. Let's go." They stepped on the SDisk and wandered down the hallway to the Shigokai residence. The door opened as they approached. "Hello?" Furry said as they entered. "Jofuran!" her mother replied as she stepped out from an adjacent room. "How have you been? Has this young man been treating you well?" Furry looked over at Nickolai, trying hard to maintain a steady grin, and said, "Considering I've got my arm around him, I hope so Mom." "And you two really are staying at Shardik Castle?" "Apparently so. That, or an incredible simulation." "It's the real thing," Furry's father said as he stepped in behind them. "I've been there. Spent the night there. I was sixteen at the time too, and I found it surprisingly boring." "Daddy!" Furry said, turning around, releasing Nickolai to hug her father. "Hi!" "Hiya, moppet," Morrail replied, hugging her. "But I'll tell you this... if I had been offered a room in the Castle for two weeks, I'd take it. Just to have that memory." "Oh, we're going to stay, unless we get kicked out," Furry said. "But I just wanted to stop by the house and say 'Hi, we're fine.'" "So I see," Morrail said. "You're looking good, lad. Get a little sun today?" "Just a little," Nickolai said. "We went to the Rowan, Dad." Morrail sighed as he released his daughter and said, "The Rowan is such a depressing place, Jofuran-- a reminder of one of the worst moments in our history. Why couldn't you have taken him to Rainy's View? After all, it's right next to the Castle, and it's a lot more beautiful. The Rowan is pretty, but it's also monotonous. Abornia is so huge, the Rowan is just one tree in that huge field of grass." Furry shrugged and said, "Just wanted to go there. To see it." "'Because it was there.' As good a reason as any. So, how long are you going to be home?" "We're leaving in just a few minutes. I just want to grab some things from my bag and get going." "Okay, Joey." Morrail leaned over and gave his daughter a gentle kiss. "Take care you two." He walked over to his desk and sat down, flipping a few switches. Furry disappeared into her bedroom, returned with a small black bag on a belt about her waist, and said, "Let's go." They returned to Shardik Castle by SDisk, stepping out onto the hallway. Nobody else seemed to be home; they found ways of occupying themselves until bedtime. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Aimee', Chapter 2 Darynn had sworn decades earlier that he would always consider his life a lesson and himself a student. Although his opportunities to experiment with the opposite sex numbered beyond his counting he had never once actually paid any attention to them or their needs. Awrthom had made him a man of men, in a world of their own without want or need of women. Aimee' changed that. She had occupied his thoughts for the entire week, from the previous Gayobi to the present. In that time he had done a little asking around, and had learned some things about Teltirray's tastes that bothered him. According to his friend Bethsany, the mistress of the local brothel, Teltirray had become more violent in the last decade, although she had as little idea why as Darynn did. He found himself hoping that Teltirray's violence didn't extend to Aimee' and that he wouldn't hurt her in the days between her lessons. As the hour approached he found himself rubbing his hands together before the fire and assembling his story for the evening in his mind. The knock came at the door none too soon. "Come in," he said, attempting to make his voice behave in a manner befitting an archmage. Inside, a corner of his spirit laughed at him; surely he did no better than any poor boy at his first occasion with a woman! And he, nigh unto a century old! The door opened and Aimee' entered. "I have come for my second lesson, sir, with your permission." "You have it. No, not the stool again. Come, here, sit by me before the fire." Nervously the girl crossed the flagstone-and- mortar floor and then his precious white yeti-fur rug. The rug had been the lesser of two prizes he had won from a battle with such a creature destroying many a town to the Northeast. He smiled, remembering the greater prize; a boy named Darrick. "Settle yourself against those blue pillows. Right." She sat down, her body trembling slightly. He looked her over; bruises adorned both of her arms and one smaller stood out even against the reddish skin of her chin. Darynn winced and determined further to teach her the arts of self-preservation and defense as well as those of pleasure. "If you ever have need to speak, Aimee', do so freely. Now, tonight I shall tell you my second story and you will do something for me. You will remove your clothing." She reached for her tunic instantly. "Wait," he said. "I did not tell you to remove your clothes. I said you will remove your clothes. I shall not tell you when." "Then how will I know when to do so?" "Aimee', I said you may speak freely, but you will address me as 'sir.'" "Yes, sir. How will I know when to remove my... my clothes?" "When you feel ready, Aimee', to take off an article of clothing, I want you to. But not before then." Confusion crossed her face as Darynn knew it would. Nobody ever gave slaves the right to address their own feelings. Instead, slaves behaved as ordered and came to hear every whim of a superior as an order. By permitting her access to her own simple desires, Darynn hoped she would unwittingly open herself to her deeper emotions. Sometimes boys in his service cried for hours when he did this, and afterwards the passion from them exceeded even Darynn's fading memory of his for Awrthom. He lived for those moments. But did a woman have those same feelings and same methods of bottling them up and controlling them? Darynn wanted to find out. "Y... yes, sir." "Now then, I shall tell you another tale. This one comes from my learning amidst the Megass, and of one special Megassi named Ryuchia." _________________________________________________________________ In my twentieth year Awrthom called me a man, told me he had no more to teach me, and bid me go into the world to find my future. I had no wish to leave, Aimee', for I loved him. Not just physically, although certainly that phrasing-- "I loved him"-- had certainly come true by then. I cried piteously. I wept for myself and I had learned to weep for him, Aimee', because Satyrs have nothing but themselves and their passions. Awrthom allowed himself no past, no future, nothing but the immediacies of his present pleasures. Although I wished to stay in that Satyric haze for all of my existence, I knew that he and I did not belong to the same worlds. I needed to seek my destiny elsewhere. He gave me money. I gave most of it to my parents to help them over my disappearance. I even had a younger brother by then. I left them in the worst way possible, I think. I stole out of the house one night leaving only the money and a note. I think by that time father suspected something about my relationship with Awrthom, although he never said a word and I think he trusted my wisdom. I will not bore you with the details of the travel, Aimee'. Awrthom sent me on a path into the mountains in search of a city the Megassi called Hakkana and a Megass named Desa. I knew little of the Megassi except for legends, Aimee'. I knew that they had grown from the ranks of Dragonkind by virtue of their intelligence and their capacity for magic, and I knew that even satyrs spoke in warm, awestruck whispers at the magic they achieved through the exercise of their honest lusts. _________________________________________________________________ "Master?" she interrupted him. "Yes, Aimee?" "May I remove my boots, sir?" "Aimee, I told you that you may remove your boots when you feel the time has come for you to remove your boots, and such with the rest of your clothes. You do not need to ask me. If you never feel that time tonight, I understand. I do not want to make any such demand of you. Understand?" "I... I think so. Please, sir, do not let me interrupt your story." _________________________________________________________________ As I approached Hakkana I sometimes saw Megassi circling between peaks in the mountains. The road I walked led through those mountains and, according to one scrawled sign I passed, across a pass that had claimed the lives of over a dozen men. The sign, too, warned of Dragons in those mountains, but I rationed that I had survived capture and rape and even the love of a satyr. A Dragon could do no worse. I camped in the hills the day before, and come morning began my ascent for the pass. I hoped that the Dragons would find me before then. Find me they did. Two swooped down from the high places in the mountains, flying over me in great, sweeping passes. Red-scaled and massive, their wings beat the air as they flew past and the wind they kicked up blew into my eyes and stung with fierce pain. I had learned magic to alleviate that pain and so use it, giving myself a chance to stand and examine my examiners. [Who are you ?] the first one demanded, his voice shouting in my head like a great storm. "I call myself Darynn, as my father named me! Awrthom, Lord of the Satyrs of Daber Wood has sent me to meet with Desa Megass of Hakkana." [You have a great many friends,] the one spoke again. [You may pass unharmed and without tribute unto the gates of our city. But if you have lied, your suffering will amuse us for days.] Speaking honestly, I had hoped for a ride. Dragons do not have kindness as we know it, Aimee.' Ah, I see you smile at my little joke. And your boots have walked away on their own. Good. I walked for the day and through the night and near dawn I found the gates of the great city of Hakkana. I slept there at the base of those monstrous gates. A pain in my leg awakened me hours later. "You," the voice said. I looked up into the face of the first landed Megass I had ever met. The young of the Megass perform the city duties for their elders, and this one, barely nine feet long and still unencumbered enough to have full use of his forearms, apparently served as a guard. "I... my apologies, my lord Megass. I have come seeking an audience with Desa Megass." The Dragon turned his head to me and I saw him smile. "You know interesting friends if you know of Desa Megass. Very well, we will show you the way to Desa Megass, young mage." He led me past the gates and into the city of Hakkana. City? No, Hakkana covered an entire plain with its construction. The great beauty of vaulted marble only served to introduce the marvels of engineering that surrounded me. The plain apparently sat as an elevated valley surrounded by mountains. Most people know only rumors of the growth cycle of the Megassi, but it's relatively easy to understand. Aimee', have you ever watched a caterpillar turn into butterfly? You know of the sleeping process caterpillars undergo? The Megassi have the same sort of growth, Aimee', only their caterpillar shape resembles our shape, human. Or elven, I suppose. They built the central city of Hakkana for that shape; they spend the first fifty years of life shaped in our way. These young administer the city as it relates to the world; they perform the roles of merchant and agent to the adult Megassi. Somewhere in their fifth or, perhaps, late sixth decade, they begin to undergo the great change. They do not sleep though the change, Aimee'; every day they awake knowing that they have begun to change their shape, begun to change into Dragonkind. Many move awkwardly at this time; They have no reason to learn to live with a shape that will not feel the same tomorrow as it does today. My guard, apparently, had some control of his faculties. He spoke well, and he moved without clumsiness. As I said, the central city is built for the young who are shaped as Men, but beyond that the buildings grow ever larger and more impressive, housing as they do the various centuries of the Megassi Dragons. The architecture is utterly alien; the homes on the plain look as if they were grown, or like bubbles on the water, but made from a stone the color of which pleases the owner. The most common color is white, although some are red, black, green, or yellow. The mountains that surround the plain are riddled with caves in which sleep the Great Elders. Very few live that old; most succumb to disease, or madness. Some to spiritual decay that leaves them lifeless and suicidal. I was surprised that the guard led me to the central city. I had expected Desa Megass to be an elder Dragon, and I inquired of it. "He is," the guard replied. "But you are to be taken to the center to meet him." The great city of domes passed as we walked, and the houses began to take on more familiar shapes. I saw Megassi young going about their businesses, cleaning windows and fixing roofs. They waved pleasantly as we walked; they are not a mysterious people, not the young. They are as easily understood as you and I. The guard led me to a circular building, a squat cylinder topped with a cone roof. The door was made of wood and not large enough to admit him. He knocked. A Megass youth answered the door. "What may I do for you, sir?" "This human claims to know of Desa Megass and would like entry." The youth looked at me, and I examined him in return. His skin seemed pliant, but it still looked as a snake's: covered in fine scales and tinted with a greenish hue. His yellow eyes had vertical slits, much like a cat's, and they sat in shallow, reflective pools that regarded me carefully. "Yes, I know of him as well," he said finally. "Admit him. I thank you, elder sir, for your kindness." "May your change await you with pleasure," the guard said, leaving me standing outside the door. "Come in, come in," the Megass said. "Sit down. I am Kirustan. Desa will join us in a moment." I found a seat and examined the room. It seemed as any common home, although perhaps a little better aired than my own. The construction was as solid as any Castle, a privilege of its origin. The chairs were likewise made of stone, and I knew that it would take all my thew just to move one a few inches. In the floor there was set a circular staircase leading downwards into the very rock. From here I heard the sound of approaching footsteps, and I shall never forget what walked up from that place. It was shaped as human, but it was of no human origin. The body reflected light as if made of polished silver. It had no imperfections; indeed in places it looked too perfect, gleaming and smooth. Its eyes shone with a strange yellow light. The ears looked elven, wide at the base and pointed towards the top. As it regarded me it smiled, and the silver seemed to flow as if it was quickened. "Darynn." "You... you know me?" "Indeed I do," the creature replied. "I am Desa Megass, or at least, what you will see of me." It chuckled deeply. "In good truth, I sleep many miles from here. My spirit houses this form while the other sleeps. In here, I cannot do magic, but that is no matter. I find the world of the children exciting, and the beauty and song I hear here I weave into the waking magics of my Dragonself." It picked up a stone chair like a feather and placed it down before me, then sat down. "Now then, Darynn, tell me what brings you here." I told him, Aimee'. I told him everything. Of my hopeless love for the Satyr Awrthom, of the magics he had taught me, of his sending me here. The tale took over two hours. When I was done, Desa nodded. "You are what I have been looking for, and I am in Awrthom's debt for the gift he has sent me." "Gift?" "Yes," Desa nodded. "Although I cannot do magic in this shape, Darynn, I can still teach it. I can still guide students who need learning. I have a... a failure, I fear. Perhaps you can help me change that." "Sir?" "Quiet, Darynn. You are my apprentice now." I thrilled to hear that, Aimee', to be told by this magical being that it had accepted me as an apprentice. I glanced to the window where Kirustan leaned, casually. He grinned at me, as if amused. I wondered what his role' was in Desa's existence, and if I was staking a claim to something he felt he already possessed. Nevertheless, he seemed earnestly pleased to hear of my acceptance. "Yes, sir." "I have several apprentices, Darynn. You are to... Kirustan, leave us." "Immediately, sir," the young Megass said, taking his leave by the same staircase Desa had arisen from. "I am sorry; I do not know of your comfort or concern being a lover of men and things male, Darynn, and I did not want to embarrass you in front of my other young apprentice. I should have dismissed him before you told your tale." "It is the past, sir, that tale. I am not ashamed of what I am." "Good," he said. "Because it is, in part, what you are that makes you so valuable to me. I have an apprentice that I took while he was still in Manform, thirty years ago. He learned quickly, as I promise you, you will. His name is Ryuchitoran. I fear he has not long to live. "Ryu, as I call him, was born with two problems. I have trouble deciding some days which makes his life more unbearable. The first is that he, like you, strongly prefers his own sex to that of the other. This happens from time to time; often there are enough of that kind to keep each other happy, and they are of no trouble to the rest of us. At mating time, even with reluctance most of them perform admirably, and the females among them I suppose hold their noses and wait for it to be over; the bodily joy of bearing eggs is something even they admit to liking, even if they dislike the process required to get there. "But Ryu has a second, more troubling problem. After his change, it became obvious. Ryu is a runt." "Sir?" "Ryu is growing very slowly. At the present he is only twelve feet long, and four of that is his tail. This is not a midform, Darynn; Ryu is all Dragon at this point. But he sleeps with the daily fitfulness of a youth and he grows but slowly, if at all." Desa fell momentarily silent, thinking. "My newer apprentices frequently learn the physical basics from their elder peers. Ryuchitoran is one of my eldest students, and you will be his first. One of the things every sorcerer must learn is how to teach, to pass on what he knows. It's time Ryu learned a skill he will need in his old age, even if he does not expect to get there. "But in the process, young Darynn, you must do something else. If Awrthom did not lie about the size of his manhood, you will not find Ryuchia threatening. Few, if any, of the older Dragons among his kind show any interest in him; he is too small, and frequently too depressed. I ask that you volunteer for this, Darynn: Seduce him. Give him someone to feel lust for. You will have the tools, and the skills of sexual magic that Awrthom has given you tell me that you are the best person to do so. I will visit you often to give you guidance in your studies. I encourage you to seek your power in the pleasures of your body." The silver grinned again. "Encourage Ryuchia to assist you." He was asking me to become the friend and lover of someone who, as he admitted, was a dark and depressing soul. But a Dragon soul, nonetheless. And I had come to Hakkana to learn from him, so I supposed that would be the price I would bear. Not that I was completely against his plan, Aimee', for it had been several months since I had loved, or even touched, another, and I think my youthful manhood got the better of me. I agreed on the spot, a bit overwhelmed by lustful images of myself entwined with a Dragon. "Do you accept?" I spoke immediately, anxious to move forward. "Sir, I do." He nodded. "Excellent. Come with me, and I will introduce you to your new teacher." He stood and led me out into the street. As he led me out amidst the youthful construction, I marveled at the sights surrounding me. The city was huge, Aimee', indescribable. I have seen only one city this large since then, Aimee, and that is Arisanti. Yes, I have been there. The low domes and bubbles that were the Megassi homes cast shadows on one another, and I was to learn that arguments about who possessed the right to another's heat were vocal and common. Although the circle wherein the young abounded in trees and bushes, beyond was only plain red stone upon which their marvelous houses were built. "This is his," Desa announced, pointing to a dome immediately to our right. As large as others nearby, it was the brown of a duck's egg, and it glistened with the sunlight. Desa led me around. "The door is at an angle to the regular direction of the wind. In that way, a Dragon may leave his home open and not have wind blow about inside, but may step out and take wing instantly." We came to a seam in the side of the dome, a seam that ran up many feet out of sight. He knocked. I know not the construction of the Megassi doors, but I would like to know. Like the wings of a beetle, the doors spread open, making barely a sound as they did so. "Inside," Desa said. The smell inside had a slightly stale taste to it. Desa looked at me curiously. "Describe it." "Sir?" "The smell. It's foremost in your expression, young human. Describe it to me." I did, including the stale taste and an odd, burning smell, like old rope set ablaze. He nodded. "Ryu has not been keeping his house in order." He cupped his mouth with his hands as if to amplify his voice, and shouted "Ryuchitoran!" "Master!" As my eyes adjusted from the blazing sun outside to the darker interior, I began to see details. The center of the house rose many feet above my head. Along the interior walls platforms circled at regular intervals, providing many landing spaces for a creature used to life airborne. A bright circle of light landed on the stone floor of the dome, indicating an opening at the center of the dome where Dragons could enter while airborne. From the opposite side of the dome, two rings up, a Dragon shuffled to the edge, gripped a cylindrical brass railing and launched himself into the air. His wings spread wide and he floated down to the central floor. "I am at your service." "That is good, Ryu, because my request of you is very difficult. I have an apprentice that I wish you to train." "Me? Sir..." I examined Ryuchitoran closely. He was as Desa had described him; a fully formed Dragon, but only eight feet in height, a four-foot tail behind him. His scales appeared soft and supple, white tinged lightly with green, much as I had described Kirustan. His body was wide in the middle, and his wings spread out at least as long as his body in each direction. On his tail the fans that helped control his flight opened and closed reflexively. His face expressed every feeling, and even I could read them. "Yes, Ryu." "When do I meet him, sir?" Desa's silvered shape turned to me. "Ryuchitoran, this is your junior apprentice, Darynn. Darynn, this is Ryuchitoran." "A human?" I was concerned that Ryuchitoran would view me with disdain, but instead he seemed earnestly pleased to have me as his apprentice. "Wonderful! But please don't call me Ryuchitoran. All those syllables get in the way. Ryu is fine." "Ryu, then," I said, laughing. He was certainly not what I had expected. "It's still Darynn." "Of course it is!" Ryu returned to his teacher and said, "What are my duties, sir?" "We have provisions for him, Ryu. He needs lodging, however, and occasionally a translator. He will be learning the basics from us, although I believe he has a broad knowledge already." Ryu looked at me. "How long have you been studying?" "Three years." "Can you fly?" "A... A little," I admitted. "I need practice." "Then your first lesson will be about sleeping," Desa said. "Ryu, you know where to lodge him." "Indeed I do," Ryuchia said. "There are six rings to my home, counting the floor, and you will sleep on the second." I breathed a sigh of relief; the second ring did not seem so far away. Ryu smiled, showing his teeth, a sight which I admit frightened me somewhat. "We Dragons are of the air, and we do not measure our homes the way you do." I realized his meaning and my gaze moved up to look at the two rings all the way at the top of the dome. Ryu followed my gaze and nodded. "Exactly." "I... I can't make it all the way up there." "Of course you can," Desa said. "Even I can see that. Ryu, I leave you with your apprentice and his devices. Darynn, take care. I will see to you in two days. In the meantime, take your learning from Ryu." Ryu spread his winds and kicked into the air, circling around his home until he reached the second ring. "Come on, Darynn. Join me." I swallowed hard, closed my eyes, and remembered what Awrthom had taught me about flying. I leaned my head back and opened my eyes. My destination grew closer, and I began to feel the great drag of the ground as I moved further and further away from it. The ground is jealous of the bodies that rise from its dust, Aimee', and is not so giving when we want to leave it. As the railing grew closer the lift grew easier. I reached out for the brass rail that was apparently a fixture of each level. On beautiful metal supports it hung away from the wall, just above the level of the floor, giving Dragons something to hold. I climbed over the railing and sat down on the stone of the ring before realizing that I had not removed my pack. I had managed to fly maybe five dozens of feet with at least fifty pounds extra on my back. I felt good. "Is it the air?" "It is you!" Ryu said, laughing. "You looks so stunned, Darynn. In any event, this was once my home, when I was a youth and so had a youth's bed. My father, who used to live in this dome, moved far away, and I inherited it from him." It had a bed, although when I pulled the top sheet up dust flew, making me cough. "Sorry," Ryu said. "I haven't had time to really clean this place the way it should." "I'll manage. Where might I find a broom?" "Fourth ring," Ryu replied, grinning. "Over there." He gestured with a wing, and a beam of light shot from a wingtip to indicate the broom. I surprised myself again by retrieving the broom and returning to the second ring, although by that time I was worn out and quite sure that I was done with flying for the day. "What brings you to Hakkana, Darynn?" "I was sent to find Desa at the request of my former master, who had taught me all he could." Ryu's head tilted slightly, as if confused. "You sound sad when you say that." "Do I?" I asked. "I was not measuring my love for him on the basis of his teaching. His sending me away hurt a great deal. Moreso than that I left my parents, for they would not understand the son he returned to them." "What is your teaching, then?" I tried to think of a big word for what I was, something ostentatious. But I could not, and eventually I told the truth. "Sex magic." Ryu didn't laugh at me as I expected. No, he took me quite seriously. "I thought that was difficult for male humans to learn. Not enough partners to practice with or something." "It can be," I said. "There are exceptions." Ryu nodded and didn't press the matter. "I'll leave you to clean up your room. If you desire privacy, there are sheets that can be hung from the hangers that ring this room and the next. I used the room to the right for ritual research." I nodded. "Thank you." "Thank you for being welcome in my home," Ryu said earnestly. "I'll check on you in a while." He stepped off the edge of the ring and vanished, apparently dropping like a stone. I heard a soft 'thwap' of his wing as he landed on the ring where he slept now. _________________________________________________________________ Days and weeks passed by like flashes, Aimee'. I cannot describe the next six months because they are entirely a blur. My skill as a metalsmith garnered me much respect, and Desa suggested I direct at least some of my magical skill in that direction as well. It was probably the most propitious decision I ever made, because the resulting tools I constructed out of alloys of silver and steel accelerated the outpouring of power I could achieve in short times. My nature became more obvious as I crafted my staff, tipped as it was with obvious phallicism. More importantly, the actual working spindles and dildos, made of various alchemical woods, enabled me to reach heights I had never thought possible. The only aspect of this I have any pride in, however, is my sense. I did not, I don't believe, ever aspire to more power for evil reasons. My desires were pure. I wanted to be a mage; I wanted to be the best. More than once I had an opportunity to grow faster, but at the expense of either Ryuchitoran or Kirustan or another apprentice, and those I would not do. As the months rolled by, I began to feel the immense sadness that was a part of Ryuchitoran. My senses were being honed by the exercises Desa gave me, and more importantly, they were being honed outwards. A sex mage learns to feel his insides, learns to know every inch of himself and what one should apply where to make those feelings grow and manifest themselves. But Desa had no interest in an apprentice who couldn't see, Aimee', and so forced me into physical exercises to maintain my strength but also to make me aware of the world about me. That is why he began teaching me combat. Those were interesting times, Aimee', to have youthful Dragonkin, man shaped, fighting me. Hand to hand, with sticks, and then with swords, I learned how to see my opponent, how to hear him and how to smell him. Six months is not a long time, but it was enough to make me aware of Ryu. The cheerfulness was facade', Aimee', for inside he was truly hurting. His rejection at the hands of his peers was often more than he could bear, and I would hear him sob in the night, whether as a way to sleep or something from his dreams, I did not know. In the six months I spent with him, rarely did he have Dragon visitors. Once, Desa came to visit us in his full dracoform, and the difference between the two of them was bewildering. Desa was fully three times as broad and four long compared to Ryu. I started to understand Ryu's pain. None of his visitors was evidently a lover. It was in the eighth month, as the snows began to lighten up and the sun returned more often, that I asked Desa permission to study beyond my ken. "What are you seeking?" he asked. "I want to research the library to learn how to look at the origin of a creature." Desa looked understandably concerned. "The alchemy of life is one of the most difficult sciences known, young Darynn. What are you seeking?" "I want to know what makes a creature large or small." He nodded. "His tears get to you, too." "I can bear it, sir, but not forever. He will die without help." "And you think you can help him." "I can look for an answer." Desa paused, thinking. "Very well. I want to know every detail of your research. In this science, if you cast even a cantrip I want to know about it. Understand?" I nodded. _________________________________________________________________ Four months more before I could take it no more. From my sleep the sounds of crying roused me. You have never heard a Dragon cry, Aimee', but describing it is beyond me. It's a great roaring sound, unmistakable in its sadness and unbelievable in its depth. I threw aside my bedclothes and leapt off the edge of the ring, flying down one ring level to Ryu's sleeping dish. A bowl, set into the material of the ring and layered in cushions, provided him a comfortable bed. I dropped to my knees. "Ryu," I said softly. It was drowned out in the crying. "Ryu," I repeated louder. Finally I reached out and touched him. "Ryu!" [WHAT?] That voice punched into my soul with incredible power, stunning me and tossing me back against the floor. "Darynn!" Weakly, I managed to say, "Hi... Ryu." "What are you doing here?" he asked. "You..." I sat up and brushed myself off. "You were crying, and it wouldn't let me sleep." I assessed myself. I was still intact. He looked away. "I'm sorry if my dreams bother you." I leaned over and touched his wing. "I just wanted to know if there's anything I can do?" He looked up at me, his eyes still wet from the crying. "You're an invert too, aren't you, among your kind?" "It took you this long to figure it out?" I asked. "The ways of humans are still strange, but I don't want to be insulting. What are you... " Imagination is not the most disciplined part of us, Aimee'. I'm afraid that staring at him, in his bed, conjured up those dreams and pictures I had not had in nearly a year. "Do you really look at me that way?" Understand, Aimee', that Ryu had never intentionally invaded my imagination. I am simply most obvious in my imaginings when they are erotic, and he is apparently at his most undisciplined when he has just woken up. Together the combination was the undoing of my secrecy. I had to say something. "Yes. Sometimes." "I..." He paused again. "I don't know what to say. Is it physical, or are you really attracted to me?" "Physically, I am attracted to Dragons, and you in particular, because with you my fantasies are most possible. Emotionally... Ryu, you have been very kind to me, and have tried hard to hide your suffering. I do feel for you, and I would like to help you. I think of you as a wonderful friend." "But you couldn't... love me." I smiled and stroked his wing slowly. "Ryu, sometimes I forget that you are three times my elder when you have moments like this. I could love you. It wouldn't last forever, because you are a Dragon and I am human and eventually we will be on our different paths to different worlds." "But... you really think you could love me?" "Sometimes I think I already do." That came out of my mouth so fast I didn't have time to stop it. I controlled my own surprise and continued calmly, "I only think. It takes more than one-sided lust to make love happen." He didn't move for a moment, then nodded his prodigious head slowly. "It wouldn't work anyway," he said. "You humans have that mouth thing we Dragons could never do." "There is a lot more to loving than kisses, Ryu." I decided the time to be bold had come. I eased into his sleeping bowl and slid down to lie next to his body. "There is touching." I began to caress his impressive chest slowly. His hide wasn't nearly as hard and thick as I had feared, and it was apparently just as sensitive to touch as my own. The sounds from his throat would have been threatening if I hadn't been able to feel the pleasure coming from him. I decided on what is, perhaps, the most common seduction there is. I gave him a massage. He cooed softly as I worked. I had plenty of experience in this range, since Thomas had been such a demanding master sometimes when it came to his own pleasure. I learned a great deal about the outside bodies of Dragons. I did not use any of the cantrips Desa had warned me about, learning instead simply by touch, feel, and sense. At times he would shift in his bed in response to my touch. His strength excited me. Through my bedclothes my erection was plainly visible, and I knew he could feel it when I leaned over. He never said a word, and by the time I had eased all the tension out of him from his dreams and probably the fear of what I offered, he had drifted off to solid sleep. Exhausted by my efforts, I realized that I had made one of the cardinal errors of magic; I had used everything in relaxing him. I was too tired to fly back to my own bed. There was nothing to be done. I curled up next to him and fell asleep. We both slept soundly. When I awoke, he had left me alone, but he had also left me to sleep well past sunrise. For that, at least, I thanked him. _________________________________________________________________ My studies progressed another year. That sounds like a long jump, perhaps, but nothing much happened in between. After that evening neither Ryu nor I mentioned the incident to one another. Ryu didn't keep his feelings quite so trapped within, and I saw the blackness more clearly and more often, but he also seemed to accept it far better. Instead, I concentrated on my studies, spending six hours every morning studying magic until my brain hurt and then working the afternoons away either in the smithy or the gymnasium. I began researching my own spell base. Do you know what a spell base is, Aimee'? No? A spell base is a basic spell idea from which one may weave variants dependent upon one's knowledge and talent. There is a classic spell base called, simply, "Pain." Alone, it does little; causes an itch. A little additional skill, and it can cause great discomfort. With the knowledge base that comes from being a full mage, one can use it to kill with some effort, although it is an uncomfortable way to die and there are more efficient ways to kill someone magically, like "Sleep" and a slitting of throats. I was surprised to find that nobody had ever thought to create a base for "Pleasure." Bases are very simple to use, but hard to construct. I was determined to figure out the base for pleasure. I took notes obsessively. And, to be honest, when it was discovered among the man-shaped males of the Megassi what I was, a few were willing to help my experiments. The other major thrust of my research was to be able to construct a method for visualizing that which shapes a being. I reasoned, and found confirmation, that all things that live grow into their shape by some unseen mechanism. I was determined to find a tool for visualizing that mechanism. I found it. Not unsurprisingly, someone else had discovered it first for the creation of golems of flesh, although the technique as I read it was very crude. I refined it. That is an understatement. When I found it I completely dropped everything else. Only Desa's threats kept me in the gymnasium and the smithy. Males who knew my pleasures sent me letters that I left unopened. I burned for nearly four months, and when I was ready, Desa watched as I cast the spell for the first time. On myself. Oh, we are such complex creatures, Aimee'! Even the keys with which we are made go on forever and are indescribable but in the spinning bands of blue, red, green, and gold that really do describe what we are. Or at least, what our shape would be. I spent so long examining what I was, realizing what I could be with this change or that, that when I was done the sun had set and my body had gone into such complete revolt over the indignity of ritual penetration combined with prolonged neglect. I spent the rest of the night on the garderobe, Desa standing outside and grilling me about my results until dawn. My research accelerated after that. I discovered I was forging a new kind of magic, a predictive magic that was based on mechanical processes, not temporal ones. The fundamental elements were alchemical, of course, but ultimately it became a purely spiritual engine that allowed me to make a single change, and then change after change after change until I got what I wanted. It was something of a shock when I realized, suddenly, that I had gotten away from the erotic sciences. I had been too busy taking apart the body to appreciate it. Have you ever been hit on the chin, Aimee'? I swear to you, that is how it felt. I suddenly spent an entire day addressing old friends, diving into a sort of blind, erotic haze, unable to think about work because I could think of nothing else but the males I had neglected. I took control of myself the next day. I wrote down my thoughts on the bodily experimentation as much as I could, then turned my attention back to Pleasure. I think that's my one greatest failure, that I can never pay attention to one project at a time. I constantly change back and forth. I received permission from Desa to take two weeks off from the smithy, but not exercise. I spent those two weeks catching up with every male I knew who was amenable to my caresses, and in two weeks I had finished a unified base for spells of Pleasure. I documented my spell base comprehensively and mailed it to here, to Barraminum and the College of Mages. Over a year would pass before I heard the reply. As I crawled into my bed one night, however, a voice from the edge of the ring interrupted my desire to sleep. "Darynn?" "Ryu? Hi." "Hi yourself. You have been gone a long time." "I'm sorry," I said. "I just completed a fully functional spell base, and I decided to turn it into the College of Mages for acceptance." "That's quite an achievement." He was quiet for a moment, then said, "Darynn, why is it you have never asked me to help you test those spells?" "I... " I was caught. I had wanted to practice with him, but knowing him as I did I had never felt comfortable approaching him. I wondered if I could bluff my way through this encounter. "Desa said I wasn't to practice on someone without his permission." "That was the animal alchemy, Darynn. His warnings were not related to the base you created." "But... you are my host, Ryu. What if I did use them on you? What obligations would we have? What about addiction..." "Is that your concern? That I might become addicted to the pleasures you could give me without your hands? Only if you used them on me with regularity, and then only if they surpassed the pleasures you could inflict on me with your hands. Which is something you've never tried anyway." Almost two years had passed since I had made my promise to Desa that I would seduce and love Ryuchitoran. I wanted to, Aimee', truly I did. For some reason I felt reluctance, an inertia to begin. I did not know what I was getting into. "Ryu..." "You said once you could love me, but you've never said anything to me about it since." The truth welled up out of me then, although I managed to squelch it almost into silence. Sometimes I curse that Dragons have such good ears. Sometimes I bless it. "You never gave me an answer." "What?" he asked, not hearing. "I said you never gave me an answer." "I didn't know there was a question." "Ryu..." I sighed. "If we were to... love... would you understand when I returned to the world of men?" "Yes." His word was as simple as that, and as convincing. I reached out my hand and beckoned him to come to me. The bed had been made for his changeling days, and as he flopped into it, it creaked painfully but did not crack, and although his tail draped over the side he easily fit all the rest of him beside me. His large head lay down next to mine on the pillows. "I don't know what to do from here," he said. "I remember touching," I replied. I reached out and stroked his broad chest, feeling the scales sliding under my fingertips, feeling the caress of his skin. Dragons have hearts, despite the legends, and I could hear his beating. His breath, hot and musky, poured over me as he watched my hands relearn the feel of his body. People don't believe me when I say that Dragons, if they have any relation to other animals, are more like the centaurids than humanoids. It must be so because Dragons have six limbs. They have standing legs, flying wings, and holding arms, although in full Dracoform these arms end in three-fingered hands that require close care to keep the nails short enough for them to handle anything. My dreams and fantasies roiled in my head and I wondered how many of them I could fulfill in one night. "If I touch you here with my finger," I said, caressing the underside of his chin and neck, "and then do it again with my lips, do you feel anything different?" "Yes," he gasped. "Your lips are strange... warmer, softer. They're wet. I feel that." "I do too." As we lay side-by-side, I realized that describing him as eight feet tall is a misdirection. He is only two feet taller than I, but all of that body is from his collar to his groin. We were grossly disproportionate. Yet I was determined to love him, to really take him for my own, for this night. "Would you like me to try a spell on you?" I asked. "Please," he whispered, brushing at my hair with one of his well- trimmed three-fingered hands. "Roll onto your back, Ryu." He did as I said, and I crawled on top of his chest, sitting on him. I closed my eyes and concentrated, calling forth the spell I knew better than anyone else. I thought about the base, felt it settle in my body as I had envisioned it, mostly as if it were cradled within my hips. I felt my erection grow, and I mouthed quietly the invocation. I opened my eyes and looked down at him. His own eyes had widened and his breathing had become loud. "Darynn..." I turned around and what I saw made me smile. His own cock had grown out of the hiding slit on his body and come to full length. Looking at it, I breathed a sigh of relief. Desa has spoken true; he was actually smaller than Thomas, and by a good bit! I was to learn that Dragons are not so largely blessed as Humans who, pound-for-pound, have some of the largest sexes amongst mammals. The shape was different, as was the color. Against his white hide, his cock was a brilliant, visible black. The head was covered in wrinkles, but fortunately it was not barbed like a feline's. I slid down his body, grateful that the simplest of my spells, "Stroke," had brought my prize out from concealment. "Beautiful," I said, smiling up at him. I took it in my hand and began to stoke it slowly, manually this time. The skin on it was very loose and moved easily. "May I kiss it?" "Do... whatever... you want!" I looked up the long length of my Dragonfriend and smiled. "I think I will do just that." I lay on his body casually as I craned my neck forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth. He tasted like... it's hard to describe. Perhaps the best idea I can think of is fresh paper. After it has been milled, paper has a scent to it that carries for a while. It was that kind of scent. But he tasted of flesh, and nothing more. Nothing less either, I might add. I took more into my mouth, revelling in the control I exercised as I swallowed his cock whole. It pulsed in the back of my throat. I planted both hands against his sides and began to slide up and down, my eyes closed, my throat grasping for his cock. He was beautiful, Aimee', and just to feel his sex down inside my throat was fulfillment of a dream. The size of a Dragon's sex was a blessing to me but it means nature was cruel to Dragons, for they mate in flight, and must be joined only briefly. Unlike their young, Dragons climax quickly, violently, and, I will add, voluminously. Ryu's back arched so strongly I was almost launched into the air as his cock pulsed long, thick jets of fluid into my mouth. He roared so loudly I was afraid the dome would crack. I held on for dear life. I choked; unwisely, I had assumed that since I could take whatever Thomas could feed me I could do the same for Ryu, but he had so much more than a human. "Darynn?" I recall him saying after his eruption had subsided. "Are you well?" I gasped, coughed, hacked, and finally managed to say "I will live, Ryuchia." "That was not my question." "I was surprised. I could not take all of your ejaculation. I need a towel. May I?" "If you need it, do not let me stop you from getting it. Go!" I nodded and rose, still feeling a little dizzy, and recovered a towel. I wiped myself off, and then returned to bed, still coughing into the towel at intervals. I wiped Ryu off as well. I lay down next to him. "I take it my spell worked?" "The spell was only the beginning!" Ryu replied, giving me a Dragon's smile. Already his beard was coming in, and I tugged on it softly at the base of his broad muzzle. "You were wonderful, Darynn." "All the benefits of good teachers. And the best of friends." "You sound... sad, Darynn." I rested my head against his chest, listening. "I... I miss Awrthom. I am not ashamed of that. He loved me, and as a master he left nothing to be desired. I'm afraid that here in Hakkana I am often viewed as the master myself, because of my skill and spell ability." "You need someone to... master you?" he asked, puzzled. I stroked his muzzle softly. Appreciate how big he was, Aimee, when I tell you that his muzzle was as long as my palm and fingers, and as wide, and as thick as two hands stuck together. "No," I said, shaking my head. "Not as I needed Awrthom, or as I wanted him." "Then... is there anything I can do for you, Darynn?" I thought about my needs, my desires, and my capacities. I debated telling him the truth. Thus far lying had availed me naught. "Ryu, I need to taken. Ravished. I need... " I paused for a second, then found the words I wanted. "Ryuchitoran... would you sodomize me?" He chuckled softly; the sound reminded me that, although we both thought of ourselves as youths, this dragon was of the same age as my father. "Yes, Darynn. When I have recovered." I closed my eyes and concentrated, feeling the spell base for Pleasure return to me. There were spells I knew for potency, recovery, and strength. I whispered them quietly as I cuddled next to Ryu, and then followed them with the spell that had elicited an erection from him before. I felt his sex against my calf as I lay next to him. "Are you recovered?" "You are so impatient, Darynn," he laughed. "I am recovered. How shall we do this?" I rose out of bed and walked into the next room, returning with the grease I used to make my self-penetrating rituals easier. "With this," I said, slathering some along the length of his cock. I stroked him with my hands, watching the white grease soak into the folds of his wrinkled skin and dissolve with the heat of his body. I lay down beside him, my back against his belly, and squirmed down until I felt his shaft against my buttocks. I reached behind me and grabbed it, aiming for my anus. It had been a long time since anyone had been within me, and I wasn't sure if entry of a living being would be as easy as I remembered, no matter how large my dildi. That's one thing I've learned... wooden phalli are not even fair practice for the real thing. I moved down further and pressed my buttocks back against his shaft. I felt the ring of my anus part, spread open, as his cock eased into me. I felt the head ease along the short anal canal and pop into me. More moved within me; the sensation of it sliding past my hole was blissfully wrenching. But I wanted more, Aimee'. I didn't want gentleness. The time for gentleness had passed. I needed him to be brutal to me. "Darynn..." he gasped as the head of his cock slid deep into my guts. "Oh, Darynn!" "Yes, Ryu," I sighed. "More..." "What... what more do you want?" he asked. I closed my eyes. I had time for one more spell. Just one more. I began casting it, holding off on the last word of the spell. I held that word in my heart, because I knew its power. "Ryu... Roll us over, onto our bellies. Lie atop me, and... take me." "Darynn... " "Be rough, Ryu. Be a Dragon. Take me. Claim me." I felt something like anger flare within him as he pushed over. As I fell face-first to the bed, he nearly came out, but only nearly. Then he pushed himself into me again. I felt his cock shove deeply into me, and I felt his hot hide against my buttocks and I knew he had all of himself within me. A felt a rhythmic beating begin in the air about us and knew he had extended his wings. I heard the bed creak as he withdrew his cock from my anus, and then pushed it back in. He roared a challenge to me: "Is this what you want, Darynn?" His chest pushed my head against the mattress. I could not answer, nor could I breathe. Nor did I care. His body pounded against mine; the entire bed groaned under the beating weight of a Dragon in the grips of heated blood. His shaft made a mockery of my claims to endurance, and I found myself gasping and loving him as he did so. As he plundered me all the more, his wings took up more of his weight and I could again breathe, my head swimming. I could take no more, and he was straining. I said the last word of the spell. It did not end! Aimee', his loving did not end then! He continued on for another full minute before finally roaring his climax, louder than before, stronger than before! I never dreamed of what I had unleashed in Ryuchia as he loved me that night, Aimee'! Unbelievable. He fell, literally fell, out of the air. I barely rolled free of his falling weight. His breath came in panting, puffing intervals. His eyes were shut tight. "Oh, Darynn, oh, Darynn," he repeated over and over. I grabbed the towel we had been using and wiped my buttocks. I was not surprised to find blood, but with a simple spell Awrthom had taught me I found that, as usual, I would survive and be well come the dawn. "Ryu?" "Darynn!" he gasped. "I've never... I cannot..." "Hush," I said, touching his chin again and kissing him on his beard. "You need to sleep." "I... Yes. You do too." "May I sleep with you?" I asked. "You may not have much of a choice," he breathed. "I am too tired to fly back to my bowl. May I use your bed tonight?" "With my complete acceptance, beloved Ryuchitoran." "'Beloved.' I like that. Thank you." "Sleep, Ryu. We will talk tomorrow." "Yes. Yes, we will, Darynn." He drifted off to sleep, and I joined him thereafter. _________________________________________________________________ Darynn looked up at the clock and swore softly. "Aimee', my telling has taken far longer than I had planned, and we will have to finish this story some other day." He looked at her closely. She had removed all of her clothing but the tunic she had first so casually tried to doff. She had removed her boots first, and now her pants and undergarments were gone as well. "Aimee'? You have not removed your tunic?" "I... " She looked up, confused. "I did not know when I should. It..." She began crying. "I did not know..." Tears began falling from her eyes. Darynn pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her fragile form. "I'm sorry, sir. I'm so sorry." "You have done nothing wrong, Aimee'. Do not apologize for lacking in harm." She looked up into his face, tears streaking her cheeks. "But... you wanted me to be naked by now, did you not?" "Aimee, if you had felt it wrong to take off even your boots, I would not have berated you. You have done exactly as I asked, and there is nothing to be ashamed of in that." "Sir," she moaned pitifully. "Teltirray wants to know when I will begin learning spells from you." "Next week," Darynn said calmly. "I had planned to do some beginnings here, but we will start next week." He held her close, feeling her warmth next to his. He felt protective of her, an understandable reaction considering his feelings towards the man really "owned" her, contract or not. "Now, tell me something. You exposed all of yourself but your torso. Would you like me to guess as to why?" She looked up at him. He caressed a small streak of tears away. She nodded. "Teltirray, your master, has taken everything from you. You have no privacy in where you go, so your boots are no matter. He takes your sex at his leisure, so your pants are no matter. You learn what he wants you to learn, so your headcloth is of no matter. He has not got your heart, and you want that kept to yourself. So you wear your tunic as one would wear armor." She stared at his face, and then squeezed her eyes tight as her crying came again, stronger than before. The tears told him he had judged correctly. He felt no victory at that. She gathered the material of his robe in her fingers and gripped tightly. He wrapped his arms around her, but she pushed away suddenly, grabbing at her tunic and pulling it off with an expression that could only have been a snarl, then looked at him, smiling through her wet face. He smiled back down at her, holding her as she placed her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes. He knew what was happening. She had decided that he, at least, should be allowed to know her heart, if only for the moment. He thanked her silently for that. He drew a deep breath, regretting what must come next. "Aimee', I cannot keep you here." "I know, sir. I must return to Teltirray." "Are you afraid?" She looked up at him. "You know, then. You cannot protect me. So I am not afraid. I have nothing to fear. What will happen, will happen." Darynn was stunned by the maturity with which she approached a dismal future. "Aimee', you will return next week?" "With your permission, sir." "That you have." "Then I will return." She stood up slowly. "I guess I should dress now." "Yes," Darynn nodded. He watched her as she pulled her clothing on, first her tunic, then her pants, and her headcloth and boots finally. He found her truly beautiful in her youthfulness, and he feared that she wouldn't live long enough for him to teach her anything of use. That would be a tragedy, and he would not allow it to happen. "Goodnight, sir." "Goodnight, Aimee'." He waved as she closed the door behind herself. In his heart, resolution became real. Teltirray would not have her forever. He was shocked at his own feelings. Was he leaving the world of men behind, or was his own merely getting larger? He had never had these feelings for a woman before, especially not one so immature as Aimee'. Whatever their origin, they were his emotions and they were real. He would do with them what he could. He would teach Aimee'. He sat down at his desk and began making notes. _________________________________________________________________ Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/aimee Aimee is Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Reason to Live Journal Entry 128 / 00928 Seren, Narnya 07, 00928 "Commander of Engineering: Life Support Nisha Tirracha" it read clearly on the chestplate of her environment suit. She didn't feel quite so commanding at the moment. The smell of long-unwashed Felinzi sweat didn't help, either. "Relax, T'Nisha," Captain Sinta was saying calmly. "Don has cleared you of all responsibility in the matter. There was nothing you could have done. We've simply had an accident." "An accident." The words rang hollowly in her imagination. "An accident." People could have died during "an accident." The fact that everyone was still alive despite life support failure was a sign of the remarkable engineering that went into Pendorian starships and people. The entire crew was surviving either in isolated environments or in suits at the moment, moving through a ship that had had to been evacuated to prevent the excessively corrosive atmosphere that had spewed out of her life support mechanisms. No Pendorian ship had ever had a failure of nanotech on this scale, releasing raw chlorine into ship's hallways and then, not ten minutes later, depriving the vessel of hull integrity all in the same blow. It ached in her bones to know just how bad the situation was. "We've located a small, inhabited moon some four light years away. We should be there in a matter of hours and with some luck should be able to negotiate a supply to replenish our atmosphere long enough to make the trip back to a refit facility," Sinta continued, addressing the staff meeting. They were all in their individual crew cabins, some still breathing air slowly going stale, others using individual replenishers. She wasn't sure what some of them were doing for food. T'Nisha listened with only half interest, sure that her career as a starship engineer had ended only hours earlier. It didn't matter how the AI saw the situation. She was the one responsible for life support when life support failed, and on her record that would go. It made her want to stay behind on whatever world they found for resupply and never talk to the folks back home ever again. She felt uncomfortable even walking out of her cabin, although thus far everyone who had spoken to her had generally seemed unconcerned. They were all alive, they said, and they were Pendorians; nothing could faze them. This was just another bump in life to be dealt with. She really wondered how true that was. "The star is listed in the charts as RB plus twelve slash plus nineteen," Executive Officer Korav began his report. "The local owner has named it Miskatta. We are dealing with a singular owner of a mineral-dense moon. Gravity is 0.79 Pendorian normal acceleration. Atmosphere is a very unfriendly sort of methane mixture gunk. The owner's name is Achmed Feladel Ibaid-- I'm hoping I pronounced that right-- who from what I can tell about his history is the oldest and most successful recipient of Native Genetic Restoration and has not, to our knowledge, upgraded beyond NGR." "You mean we're dealing with a true human down there?" "I think so," Korav replied. "Nothing else to indicate that we aren't. He's probably the oldest-- possibly only-- H. Sap. left in the entire galaxy." "Amazing. T'Nisha, you are assigned to the away team as engineering specialist." Surprised, T'Nisha turned to stare at the screen, but Sinta waved her hand and said "Don't argue with me, Tenny. You're the best person we've got on Life Support. Korav, how's this human living?" "The planet is officially registered as an animal preserve. According to the records I've got Ibaid has entirely plated over a mountain rift-- I'm talking about nearly a hundred square kilometers-- and is growing a large and extensive wildlife preserve underneath it. Back when it meant something, we would have said that this human had money, and lots of it." "There must be tools down there, construction and maintenance. We'll negotiate with him for the help we need. He's probably a hermit with his history and will probably be glad to be rid of us. He never has to actually face-to-face us, just tell us where the equipment is. We'll work out compensation if that's what he needs." "Yes, sir," Korav said, making a note on the PADD before him. "Contact should be in several hours." "Then let's make ready." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Contact, Captain," the communications officer announced. "We're getting a video signal." "Put it on, please," Sinta said, rising from her centauroid bench and stretching her forelegs slightly. She adjusted the front of her uniform (a gesture peculiarly referred to as "picarding") and smoothed out the fur on her ears. The screen cleared. The name of the human she was expecting to see on the screen did not prepare her for a mundanely Caucasian male of predictably indeterminate age. He bowed deeply, a gesture found usually in the Empire, and greeted her in a language she did not recognize. The marquee display in her eyes informed her that he had, indeed, said hello in Nihongo, the language of the Empire. She bowed in reply as well as she was able. "I am Captain Hylis Sinta of the Pendorian Starship Mire Pandragono. We are in distress and desperately request assistance." To Sinta's eyes Ibaid appeared to be getting younger even as he spoke. "I will provide whatever assistance is necessary to repair your vessel. I am pleased to have visitors, despite the circumstances, and will provide quartering for those personnel you have who will require pause on my world's surface." Sinta was surprised by the offer. She had expected something far more reluctant and, perhaps, suspicious. "We will have to land a vessel to provide transport capability." "Nonsense," Sinta replied. "I have several SDisk stations available within my domain. Has the technology changed so much that seventh century SDisks are incompatible with your current generation?" Now Sinta began to grow suspicious. Few, if any, humans had access to SDisks four centuries ago. But she still needed her ship fixed and the offer couldn't have come at a better time. "Not at all. If you will provide two codes, one for transport of personnel and a larger one for the transport of equipment, we will be grateful. We want to discuss the terms of compensation." Ibaid held up a hand. "None is necessary. Your presence enlightens the body of a man older than you could know. There is one stipulation, however." "Oh?" "Yes." Ibaid actually looked uncomfortable for a moment. "I'm afraid that everyone who enters my domain will need submit to a physical examination. Most of it will be a simple walk through a sensor array, however at the end there is one minuscule invasive procedure, a drawing of a blood smear. Is this objectionable to your people as a rule?" Sinta thought for a moment. "Not as a rule; individuals may object on their own basis, and they will be excused from ground operations. I'm sure you understand." She wondered what in the cause of Spin would make blood sampling a necessity? "I do. I am sorry but I have a large array of rare Terran animals here and to have them infected with some new obscure infection would be most distressing." That, in part, made sense, especially if the equipment he was using was somewhat antiquated. Sinta nodded. "I understand," she said. "Thank you." "Thank you." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- T'Nisha blinked uncomfortably as she SDisked onto the personnel transport station. As the first of the people to transport down, she was expected to present an in-person diplomatic face to Ibaid. "Sir," she said gently. There was no one to be seen. "Come, walk through the hallway," Ibaid's voice said softly. She walked down the light-green colored path and at the end there was a small palm-sized table with a handprint colored in it. "Please put your hand on the glass and wait." She did as she was told, thinking that this guy was more than a little eccentric as she did so. There was a brief pain in her center finger. "Ouch!" "I am sorry," Ibaid's voice said softly. "But it is necessary. Please step to your left." She did so and walked through what had been an apparently illusory door into a comfortable greeting room. The man she had seen on the video screen stood before her, looking comfortable in a long, slack bodysuit that was an extravagance of cloth without being an extravagance of thread as well. He apparently preferred black as his favorite color, and she had to admit that for a human it went well with his equally black hair and eyes. He wore slippers, also black. He reached out a hand. "I'm sad for the circumstances of this meeting, but I am pleased that you've arrived," he said, smiling. "How are you called?" "Nisha Tirracha," she said. "The standard form of address is T'Nisha. My friends call me Tenny." "T'Nisha is adequate," Ibaid replied. "Please, call me Ibaid. 'Achmed' is very unwieldy in your musical tongue.'" "Ibaid, then," T'Nisha replied, smiling. "Thank you so much for allowing us this opportunity. We were in great distress." Ibaid examined her carefully. "From the way you say that, it sounds as if you feel you bear some blame for the distress." T'Nisha wondered if her feelings were truly that obvious on her face. Especially since this human probably hadn't had that much exposure to Pendorians. Maybe he was just a natural empath. She was told that happened occasionally among their kind. "It was a failure of life support and I am chief of life support." "Ah, I see. And were you to blame?" "The records say no. It was still my responsibility." "And so you feel you deserve some blame," Ibaid said. "Please, do not let that melancholy interfere with your work." A door behind Ibaid opened and a tall, human woman dressed in an exceptionally enhancing suit of blue shimmercloth walked in bearing a tray. "I'm afraid I don't have much food appropriate to your kind; my diet is a bit... unusual." "I thought you lived here alone," T'Nisha said. "Robots." Even as he said it she noticed the slight vegetable scent of SAE plastics. "I am the only sentient here." He took the glass offered from the tray, a large round mug of metal. T'Nisha could not see the contents as Ibaid drank from it. He placed it back down and said, "Thank you." The robot bowed visibly and walked out, never even noticing T'Nisha's presence. "Now then, would you please invite the rest of your team to join us and we will see to the maintenance of your vessel." T'Nisha nodded. As she turned away to address her commlink, something peculiar tickled her nose. It took several seconds to recognize the feelings that the scent aroused within her, and when she did she almost looked up with shock. The sensations were both sexual and shameful, combative and horrifying. For seconds afterwards her civilized and feline natures warred bitterly. She had encountered this only a few times before; she regarded her felinity as something of a weakness because it was so strong. And what he had been drinking aroused the felinity in all its strength. She just bet Ibaid's diet was peculiar. That cup had been full of blood. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "We have full hull integrity and can start refilling the ship with real air again," T'Nisha reported. "Great," Captain Sinta smiled. "See, I told you you could do it. So how long before we're interstellar ready?" "Tomorrow or so," T'Nisha replied. "Ibaid's been just wonderful in getting us the hardware we need. We've been running his mechanical replicators at full speed for nearly thirty hours now." "Then we'll see you when you get back. Sinta out." "Goodnight, Captain," T'Nisha said as the PADD went blank. "Don?" she asked softly, addressing the AI. "Yes, T'Nisha?" "What can you tell me about Ibaid?" "Achmed Feladel Ibaid exists only as a footnote in human history. He was a wealthy controller of real estate in the late 2500's Terran. He was born the same year NGR became available to the populace of Terra by law and waited until he was practically on his deathbed to take NGR. His particular NGR was so successful that he bought a set of hardware necessary for the therapy, a starship, and with a star to sail by founded the animal reserve he purportedly has on the planet you now accompany him with. Much of the work done was performed by Pendorian contractors." "Why hasn't he taken either Pendorian sequencing or been retrofitted for Saman?" "Unknown." "Isn't NGR dangerous compared to the others?" "Very. The failure rate is nearly four percent." "What does he have in his animal preserve?" "Unknown." "How did he come to have SDisks on his premises?" "Unknown." "Speculate." "I can't. I simply have nothing to work with." T'Nisha sighed. "Is there any biological condition known to humans that would require one to consume blood?" "No." "No?" "There once were rare congenital digestive failures, and blood frequently was cited as having an adequate nutritional density, especially in cases of iron absorption deficiency, to compensate and make survival possible for sufferers. However, no case of this disease has existed since the late in the second century." "Two centuries before Ibaid was born." "Yes. Why? Do you believe that Ibaid consumes blood?" "Yes," T'Nisha replied, relating what she saw the first time she had stepped off the SDisk. "Peculiar," Don replied. "The human stomach is not, in fact, tolerant towards the density of blood, and those who drank it frequently diluted it with something else, such as milk, water, or even urine. " "None of which was in the glass I saw him drink from." "Would you like to know what I was drinking?" The voice made her snap her head around so fast her neck hurt. Ibaid was standing inside the room; despite her sensitive hearing he had managed to sneak up on her. "Come, I want to show you something." Her heart beat a little faster as he beckoned to her. But a peculiar calm settled over her as well, and she rose, walking towards him. "I want you to understand that I mean you no harm." "I don't know that." "If I hurt you, beautiful T'Nisha, your people would burn me from my home like a diseased rat." He smiled tiredly. "That, by the way, is an analogy I know all to well." "What are you?" "Come," he said, holding out his hand. She took it. He led her down several flights of stairs. "This is the lowest level of my home. You will see soon what my home is." He opened the door and led her out onto a wide balcony. A railing ran the length of it, and beyond it she could see only air. "Go," he said. "Look." She walked to the balcony and, as he had invited, looked down. Below them, almost half a kilometer down, monsters walked the lands. Enormous creatures, some nearly a hundred meters long, lumbered through a thick, dense underbrush. "Dinosaurs?" she asked. "One of the few things from the Earth who are older than I am," he nodded. "I used to be a monster, like them. The kind that haunted men's dreams." He nodded downwards, towards the jungle. "Now I am not even a legend." "What are you now?" "Someone with a very bad deal on his hands," Ibaid smiled. "I believe I am actually older than your beloved Shardik, perhaps by as much as three hundred years." T'Nisha turned to look at him. That variability of age that seemed to wave across his features with the ebb and flow of the single day she had known him now made him look impossibly old. "I am a vampire." "I don't know the word." "You see what I mean? T'Nisha, even as far back as Earth's year 2000, the legend of the vampire frightened children and adults alike. Especially when the human immunodeficiency syndrome heralded an entire new generation of blood-borne diseases, the concept of someone who lived by the drinking and sharing of blood gave many a person a chill. When Stoker immortalized us-- hah!-- in his dreadful book, he was attempting to offend the sensibilities of his generation. With sex being a forbidden subject in his age, the intimacy of someone who seduced sleeping women, penetrated their bodies and drank their blood allowed him to write something obscene without being censored. He made his readers shiver." T'Nisha was staring at him in confusion. "Ah, I see you are not comprehending. Look up Bram Stoker, Dracula, in your library. Or any of a dozen other vampire stories that came afterwards." He looked down at the enormous expanse of vegetation. "Look, two baryonyx running!" he said. T'Nisha noticed the two creatures he was pointing at, large, ferocious-looking monsters. "Aren't they beautiful?" He smiled. "I don't know much about them." "One need not know much about something to appreciate it's loveliness. I feel that way about you, for example." He smiled as she turned to him again, her eyes wide. "You look surprised." "That's... ah... not a compliment I'm used to hearing." "Ah, but it's true." "I still don't know what you are." "Go," he said gently, "and read. I'm sure your friend Don can suggest some excellent cinema that covers the subject adequately." He bowed to her and then said, "I must go now." "Good-bye, Ibaid." "On the morrow, then," he smiled, and walked away, leaving her to clutch her PADD to her chest and wonder. She stared down at the great preserve below. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- She made her report to Sinta and signed off. Reluctantly, she turned to the ensign who was loading the last of the repaired life support modules into transport cubes for SDisking back to the ship and said, "I'm going to speak to our host one last time. Can you handle this without me?" The ensign acknowledged that he could without problem. She thanked him and walked over to the SDisk. "Ibaid's please." She blinked into the long green hallway and walked its length without problem. She had been careful to ensure that she wore no silver. Her faith, if she had any, was ensconced in the ring-and-star symbol of Pendor and she didn't really feel as if that related to any higher power. She carried no stakes or mallets, no "holy water" (whatever that was), and no garlic. He was nowhere to be seen. "Ibaid?" No answer. She made her way down to the observation deck where they had parted the day before and repeated her call. "Ibaid?" "I am here," he replied, addressing her from the door she had just walked through. "Did you have an interesting night?" Slightly frightened, she nodded. "I watched several vampire videos, including some pseudo-documentaries from the late 20th century Terra. Are you... really... a vampire?" He nodded. "I was born in Greece in the year 1478. I have been alive for all that time, a child wandering the face of Earth in the very darkness." "You have never seen the sun?" "I saw it many times when I was a child, before my eighteenth birthday and my encounter with a man named Korolis. He gave me his blood to drink as he drank my own. It was perhaps the most powerful moment of my life, and certainly the last moment of my living existence." "Then you really believe you are... dead?" He walked up to her, fast. It was almost as if he flew across the floor. "Are you afraid?" "Yes," she admitted. "Good." He wore that day dark breeches of leather and a wide, soft shirt. He tore open the shirt and exposed his pale, hairless skin to her eyes. Reaching down, he seized her hand and pressed it above his heart. "Feel." The skin felt cool to the touch, not the normal bodily warmth she expected from a human. But more than that, she felt almost nothing beneath it. A soft murmur, perhaps, but not the powerful thud-thud-thud that was a human heart in full force. "There is no life in this body, T'Nisha, except what I consume from the lives of others." "How... how do you live?" "I grow dinosaurs, T'Nisha, because they can afford to miss a little blood here and there." He smiled. "I have microSDisks implanted in the larger ones when they are young. You could say I get my sustenance fresh from the tap. There are other animals down there that I take for other reasons. Carnivores are much sweeter than herbivores, for example. Tyrannosaurus Rex is my favorite of the saurids, but I also have bear and sabre tooth tiger for variation." "Is that why took the blood samples from us when we arrived? You wanted to grow it in your laboratory and have some... variation?" "No," he said, shaking his head. "That does not work for me, and I don't know why. There is more to my... condition then the sheer physical value of blood. There is the power of it when it comes from a living creature, when it comes from something that feels life, pleasure and pain and everything in between." He smiled. "I am sorry, T'Nisha, but I was merely assessing your value as one would assess cattle." A cold chill wafted over T'Nisha again as she listened to his words. "And what did you find?" "Your value as cattle is, to me, nothing. You have so much crap in your very cells that drinking from you would probably make me more ill than it was worth." He turned away from her and leaned against the bar that lined the wall. "Damn your creator and all he has made!" He turned back. "I have not had a visitor in so very long, T'Nisha, and I am not nearly as dead a man as I sometimes think. My lusts, both human and undead, are very much intact. And when a face as exotically inhuman as your own, when the scent of blood as especially alive as your own, reaches my senses I cannot deny it. But I must, because I can neither afford the pain of your worthless blood nor the wrath of your homeworld. Because both could easily destroy me. "When I was born blood was a cheap and common substance. Men spilled it from each other for the price of cheap ale or perhaps an even cheaper harlot. I drank freely from commoners and noblemen, not caring at all for their little lives. They were cattle and I was wolf. "Then blood became dear amongst the more common people. The pleasures and privacies afforded nobility became the realm of commoners and I could no longer afford to feed as I once did. Perhaps I am a little embarrassed to admit that it was more pragmatism than conscience that led me to prey only upon the dregs and scum of society. Then your people came with your supersciences and your nanotech, and in a generation I was reduced once more to drinking the blood of cattle and fodder to stay alive." He turned away, grasping the railing and looking down. "I am alone, unfeared and unloved. You do not even know what I am anymore. The universe has grown up and has no need of evil like mine. "Perhaps even more maddening, T'Nisha, is that all that I might have once offered is now the realm of the everyday. The pleasures of violating and reforming the flesh are yours to explore with the casualness of children choosing a hairstyle. My mastery over the elements is easier for you than for me now, thanks to your machines. And of all my offers, even your immortality is more sure than mine. What people once would bargain with their very souls you give away freely." He turned to face her; only now did she see how pale and smooth the skin of his face was, how white and unmarked. Red streaks descended from his eyes, like tears made of blood. Then she smelled them and understood; that's what they were. He was only body and blood, and blood had to do for tears. "And to add insult to indignity, T'Nisha, I am presented with thousands of new additions to those who bear souls, and I cannot touch any of them. Their rules are absolute, their power inescapable. Worse than that, their blood is an antagonist on its own, unpalatable, unusable, and so, so tempting." He turned away again. "Please, leave me, T'Nisha." "I have no nanotech in my blood." "Of course you do. I took the sample myself and tested it." She shook her head. "We have a self-destruct mechanism in all our nanotech. There are specific and general keys; a general key causes all of it to just disassemble instantly. I took it last night. By morning I had brightly colored urine and was just biological. No nanochine at all." He stared at her, his dark eyes conveying an open sense of disbelief. "Why have you done this?" "If you've studied us long enough, Ibaid, then you know that we're also... adventurers. You're a kind of adventure to me." He brushed his hand along her muzzle, the back of his hand tickling her whiskers. "Are you sure you aren't seeking to alleviate the guilt you told me you felt three days ago?" "Two days." "Ah, yes. Your days are longer, I forget. Are you sure?" She looked down into the verdant garden he grew. "No. You said when we landed that you wanted no compensation for our help. I still want to give you something, Ibaid, if only myself." "You could end up giving your life." "You can do it without killing me, right? That's a matter of self control, right?" "I don't know if I could... control myself that much, lovely T'Nisha. I do not want to kill you." His lips twisted into a saddened smile. "Your gorget is not nanotech. You do have one, right?" She nodded, her hand unconsciously reaching up to feel the hardened cords buried within her neck that protected her jugular vein and carotid artery. "If I wanted to, there are other places sufficient to my needs." "I want you to." "As do I. But if I kill you--" "Nothing will happen," she said rapidly. "I've ordered Don to tell them that I'm staying if that happens. If I'm not back on the ship in ten hours, they leave without me." "You would do this..." "To make one very lonely man happy." She nodded. "Yes. If only for yesterday's compliment." "A compliment is a cheap compensation to risk one's life over." "I'll take it." "Then, come." He held out his hand. She took it, rubbing her palm against his momentarily to feel the coolness of him. He led her up the stairs and through his greeting room down a long hallway paneled and floored entirely in a rich, dark wood. At the end he opened a door. "I'm afraid my bedroom is going to be a bit of a disappointment. I may be dead, but the idea of sleeping in a coffin seems ghoulish, even to me." He closed the door behind them. "Indeed, the most modern of conveniences." "A gravity bed?" she said, recognizing the padded circular bed sunk into the floor. "Exactly. Come, join me." He stepped over the circular region and lifted into the air. The lights dimmed, making the dark, wooden decor seem to fade even further into the distance. She repeated his motion and soon they drifted close to one another. She reached out, and he seized her arm and pulled them together. "The fields would have done that eventually," he said softly. "They're programmed for that." His hands brushed against the fur along her arms, caressing her. "You know, I gave up owning cats centuries ago. They were too tempting." "Am I... too tempting?" "We will find out." A dark shadow passed over his expression, his eyebrows furrowing in anger. "I will be right back." "What?" "I must do something first. Bed, release me alone." He drifted away from her, towards the ground. "I will return in a short while." He smiled awkwardly. "While I'm gone, please, undress. The bed will obey your commands, the door is not locked. I never thought to share it with anyone, and I never feared visitors." With that he walked through the door and was gone. She stared at the door for a moment, then decided she may as well do as he had requested and began removing her clothing, throwing each article outside the field and watching it fall to the floor. When she had her shirt and slacks off she began a massive scratching campaign to get at the itch that always seemed to come from wearing her clothes for too long. She ran her hands over her body, touching her thighs, belly, breasts and arms in an attempt to get under the fur and grant herself surcease from the tickling itch. He walked through the door while she was in mid-scratch, carrying a peculiar, flattened cylinder that was distended slightly at one end. "What's that?" "This is a bota, or wineskin," he said as he joined her. She reached out a hand for him again, and again they were face to face. This time he was not cool to the touch, but warm instead. Warmer than she, even. "What... what did you do?" "I sacrificed one of my prize animals, a cheetah, and drank her. I wanted to be sated when I came to you, of both blood and life, so that the temptation to kill you would not be so strong." He held the wineskin up. "This is the blood left of her." "I... I don't know what to say." "Say nothing, then," he said. As he spoke, the scent of blood filled the air surrounding her, evoking her animal nature to full strength once again. Her heart pounded as she stared into those eyes that seemed to burn at her. He descended to kiss her. Mouth met muzzle, and tongue met tongue. She released a muffled moan as she explored his mouth with her tongue, swiping up every smear of blood she could find in him that remained of the cheetah. She tasted his predation on her own lips as they kissed, wrestled, and clasped one another in the center of the room. His hand caressed her sides, then found her breasts and grasped them roughly. She moaned again, her own hands caressing his chest, feeling the heat of the cheetah's death emanating from within him. Her hands descended further, touching his groin, finding his erection there. "Ibaid," she gasped. "Yes?" "Give me... Give me that." She reached out for the bota and he handed it to her. She opened the cap and poured some of the blood into her hands, cupping them carefully to keep it from floating away in the weightlessness. "Now, take it back." He retrieved it and put the cap back on. She reached down again, opening her hands only enough to admit the head of his cock between her palms. She pushed back, smearing the blood along the length of his shaft, coating it in bright red. Then she reached back up and with her bloody palms grabbed his sides, pushing him up and herself down. With slow, careful grace she kissed her way down his body, struck only now by how pale he was, made obvious in the contrast between the white of his skin and the red of her pawprints. Her muzzle became even with his cock, and she leaned forward, tongue first, to taste it, to take it into her muzzle. It slowly fitted its way into her mouth and nestled daringly at the back of her throat. Her tongue slathered on the blood it tasted the entire length of the way, and as her glands coated his shaft in another kind of wetness she began stroking back and forth, slowly. "T'Nisha!" he gasped. Her fingers found his testicles and pawed them gently as she sucked on his sex. Her tongue probed around his not entirely drawn foreskin, tasting the cheetah blood that had crept underneath it when she had stroked him with her hands. His cock throbbed urgently in his mouth. "T'Nisha, beloved cat, it has been too long since my needs have been met! If you continue..." She understood what he meant and eased away slowly, drinking a single drop of blood, his vampiric blood, from the tip of his cock as she did so. Climbing until they were face-to-face again, they kissed once more, and it was his turn to kiss her rapaciously, his tongue licking at her mouth to drink up the blood she had collected. Each had their own reasons for being thrilled; she knew he was driven by a lust he would call ancient, evil, and occult, and she herself felt the demands of her feline ancestors, like the cheetah whose blood they had both drunk, in the presence of that blood. "Ibaid," she whispered. "Will you... ?" "Yes," he replied, smiling, his eyes twinkling. "I will. But first, something else." He took the blood from the wineskin again and smeared more on his erect penis. Then he pulled her hips close to his and directed his erection into her. They slid together, the blood only assisting her wetness. She felt his hardness slide into her, felt the heat of his cock penetrating her. She threw her head back and yowled softly. He began a slow, rhythmic back and forth, his hands tight upon her hips. She could not control her mewling, the hard feline purr punctuated by a sharp "Rrao!" with every strike of his cock against her cervix. She gripped his shoulders, her mind tumbling, fascinated one second by the play of light and shadow on the bloodstains against his skin, the next lost in the pleasures of his thrusting cock. "Ibaid!" she gasped. "Yes, T'Nisha!" His thrusting grew more demanding, one hand wrapped about the base of her tail to hold her steady. The urgencies of his desires became obvious as he began pulling against her with more force, until finally he let out a solid roar that was unlike anything she had ever heard before. It filled her, frightened her, made her come even as he did. And she felt, through the throbbing waves of ecstasy, the burning of his ejaculation, which she knew was, like his tears, red blood. She gripped him, her claws sunk into his shoulders as they floated, quietly, in the center of the room. He slowly pulled his cock from within her and there they remained, holding onto one another. "Oh, T'Nisha," he groaned. "Thank you." She tightened her grip on him, pulling him close to her, laying her head on his shoulder. Before her muzzle a trickle of blood flowed from his shoulder where her claws had held them together during their lovemaking. She licked at it, tasting it. It made her dizzy, it hinted at pleasures she did not want to know. And she admitted that to herself. But that admission did not dampen her wish to know the limits he could take her to and leave her alive. That, she truly wished for. "Ibaid, are you ready?" He slowly pushed down, repeating the gesture she had started with. "I am," he said softly. He paused at her breasts, kissing one gently, taking it between his teeth. She felt his breath over her aureole and shuddered softly, wondering if her nerve would fail her. His mouth slid down further, caressing the fur of her belly until he hovered before her mound. He pulled the bota off his arm again and poured more into his hand. He slathered some directly onto her cunt and then, in the same circular motion, licked the remainder off his hand. The smell alone made her dizzy. But when she felt his mouth close with her mound and his tongue flicker over her hood she knew she would go insane with pleasure. The lip of his mouth pressed against the lips of her cunt, and his tongue sucked the bloods of a cheetah and a vampire from her vagina. His tongue caressed her labia, then flickered over her clitoris. The maddening waves of pleasure pulsed through her belly, reached up and threatened to strangle all her thought. Her hands tied themselves in knots in his long hair, holding him between her legs. His tongue danced over and around her clitoris, the lack of rhythm frustrating her even as the insistent pressure conspired to push her over the edge. His hands gripped her thighs, his own talons sunk into her flesh the way she had clawed his biceps. She felt her second climax building within her, an undeniable explosion. "Ibaid..." It released, flashing through her. "Now! Now! Nowrrrrr...." The explosion of tension wiped her mind bare of everything but the rapture filling her every cell, a rapture enhanced as his teeth sank into her thigh, penetrating her flesh and drawing her blood from her veins. The ecstasy went on and on, transporting her away as she felt him drink her life from her. The threat of death held no fear for her if it could feel like this! Her body went limp as she moaned and mewled as she allowed his pleasure to wash over and accentuate hers, enravishing her soul. Even as the world grew dim, she felt there could be nothing more pleasurable in all the universe. Then there was nothing more at all. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- A steady beeping sound caught her ear. She wondered what it was; certainly it didn't belong in her bedroom, whatever it was. She opened her eyes, feeling vaguely ill as she did so, and looked around. "Hey, this isn't my bed." "No," a voice that brought back memories said. "It isn't." "Ibaid... am I... ?" Sitting on the edge of the bed, he shook his head. "You are not dead, lovely T'Nisha." He looked away. "I... I found that, in the end, I could never have taken your life. You are too precious to me, too giving for me to wish taken away from the world." He smiled gently. "Maybe I am not a monster anymore." She touched his face gently with her hand, noticing the needle buried in the crux of her elbow. It distracted her from what she was about to say. "I thought you said you couldn't use my blood if you grew it from a vat," she replied. "That does not mean I don't have the resources to do so. I have animals that get into fights sometimes, and sometimes I wish to save my more favored ones. I have extensive medical facilities." "Oh." She returned to her thoughts at hand. "Ibaid, you are not a monster. You were forced to grow up because of maturity itself just like the rest of the universe. You were what you were then, and now you are what you are now." He nodded. "So you say. We must get you back to your ship. They leave in less than two of your hours. And I must get some rest." She pulled him down to her and kissed his lips. He replied gently, and behind it all she felt an enormous sadness buried within him. "I'm sorry," she said. "No," he responded. "Do not. I have tasted your sex and your soul, T'Nisha, and there is nothing to regret. You still have both, and both were long-missed and beloved gifts to me still. Please, I beg you, do not regret." "I've made you lonely again. When you have taught me so much." "You have given me surcease, as well, for a short while. You have given me memories that will last forever." He hugged her close to him, and once again she felt the coolness of his body and the softness of his skin. "I have your uniform. There is a shower there. If you know the legend, then you know that running water discomfits me, so forgive me if I do not join you." She nodded and slowly climbed out of bed. "Um, the IV?" "Ah, yes. Sorry." He reached up and pulled the tape off, sliding the needle out slowly. He bent down to the crux of her elbow and licked it gently, cleaning off the blood that flowed slowly. "You do not heal so fast without your nanochine. For some reason, I can stop blood flows." "It's a survival mechanism; it hides the effects of what you do." He nodded. "That may be it. Go, wash. I will have your uniform pressed while you do." He smiled. "There is a soap in there suited to--" he gestured to her chest and thighs-- "that sort of stain." She nodded and left him, reluctant at the end to release his fingertips as she walked into the washroom. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The Mire Pandragono pulled out of orbit on schedule. T'Nisha sat at her console, reading displays efficiently and carefully, making sure that the starship's life support was still functioning at full. A hand touched her shoulder and she turned to see Captain Sinta looking at her. "Tenny, can we talk?" "Sure," she replied. "What's up?" "Can you tell me what happened down there? I mean, all of sudden my sullen Engineering Specialist walks into sickbay, has all of her nanotech countered, invokes privacy, disappears for ten hours, then comes back and has the entire nanotech suite reinstalled. What the Hell did you do down there?" "Curiosity gets the better of Ssphynx too, Sin." "Dammit, Tenny, don't play cute with me. I'm worried about you." T'Nisha placed her paw on Sinta's shoulder. "Trust me, I'm fine. I had a long... talk with Ibaid." A smile crept across her muzzle, and another mirrored it on Sinta's. "And I discovered something." "What?" "I want to live." Sinta's ears flickered in surprise. "I mean it. I was sure, when we went into crisis, that my career as an engineer was over. I felt depressed." "You're less than a hundred!" "People less than fifty have committed suicide before, Sin. I found, in talking to this unbelievably old human, that I wanted to live. I wanted to be myself. And that I had a life to be in. Right here." "But you won't talk about what you and he did?" She shook her head. "I... I can't. I promised him." "I guess that's going to be good enough for me." Sinta stood and walked back to the center of the room. "Navigation, do we have the coordinates for Pin centered in our flight path?" "Yes, sir!" "Engineering, how are our drives?" "You can have a hundred and four percent if you want it, Captain." "Well then. Give me three/four on my mark." She paused for a moment, then pointed her hand, two fingers forward, towards the main viewscreen. "Mark." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Planetfall: The Han (New Haven) Journal Entry 163 / 01025 Aldea, Cerim 16, 01025 I had spent the past four days tutoring two wonderful young Markals on the inner mysteries of Avogadro's number. I admit, they made me feel good being around them. I think they were a little disappointed when I turned out to be someone who actually expected them to learn something, rather than the fun-loving legend of Ken Shardik. Tough. They shouldn't have forgotten that I have kids too, and I expect them to learn. Speaking of learning, looking at the layout of classes Sheja has been studying during the trip, I think my fears are realized: she's a spacer in the making. Interstellar navigation, introductory Corrane theory, the entire gamut of basic stuff. She's starbound. I smiled as I reviewed the roster on my PADD. It wouldn't be the first time. "Ken?" Lance's voice said from in front and slightly above me. I had gotten used to addressing AIs in the fashion of looking up at the ceiling, and many returned the gesture by speaking from that point. "Yes, Lance?" "You asked me to advise you when we were ten hours from transition. That moment is in half an hour." I smiled. "Thank you, Lance. I hadn't thought of wording it quite that way and I appreciate you giving me warning." I rose up from my chair and pushed it back. "Tell Dao when he's on his way back that I've gone to bed early. I'm sorry I'm being antisocial, but I want to be awake for the transition to normal space." "Sure thing," he replied. I chuckled. Lance's voice always sounded stiff and the use of a colloquialism like "sure thing" just didn't sound right. But he was trying. Tired, I fell into bed. Sleep evaded me for a while; I was going to sleep out of sequence for my body, which is used to being pushed for hours and then allowed to sleep until it's ready to get up. Eventually, however, I started to fade out. I was in that pleasant stage before complete unconsciousness, where I'm aware that I'm almost asleep and I'm probably drooling onto my pillow (as P'nyssa is fond of reminding me) and I could move but I really don't want to... when Dao crawled into bed beside me. That roused me just a little, enough to kiss him hello and then flop back down onto the pillow. But Dao had other things in mind, apparently. As he lay beside me, his hand reached out and stroked my ass with just a feather's touch. The fur sticking out between his fingertips caressed the small hairs on my skin. I took in a deep breath, dividing my desires between wanting to fulfill his, and sleep. He took my refusal to shoo him off as consent and his fingers grew bolder, playing over the crack of my ass, sliding between the cheeks playfully. He was still staying away from my asshole, but he was getting closer. I let out a soft sigh, trying not to sound too anxious (although I was, now) and spread my legs a little wider. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked. "Uh-uh," I grunted, too relaxed to try and form a coherent sentence. His fingers closed about one cheek of my butt and squeezed. Being handled is one of my favorite pleasures. Being fucked is another, and I had been spending the past four days trying to convince him that not only would I survive his fucking me, I would enjoy it. He didn't seem to believe me. He had confessed to me that Tonni never let Dao fuck him. Tonni was rightly intimidated by the thickness of Dao's Ssphynx cock. I would be too if I weren't already passionately attracted to him, and to it, and well-experienced even with some smaller (and one larger) 'taurs. I hoped tonight he would believe me. "Do you really want me to.. ?" he asked, as if reading my thoughts. "Yes," I hissed. He reached for the bedstand and the bottle of lubricant. The thick, cold liquid dripped onto my asshole and his fingers spread it over a wide area. Then slowly he pressed one wet fingertip into my hole. Desire flooded me as his finger invaded me. It was a wonderful beginning; I just hoped he took it to the end. He pulled the finger out and replaced it with two. I shook under his touch, waiting for more, wishing for more. "I'm still worried I'm going to hurt you." "You won't," I said. "Just do it, Dao. Please!" His fingers slid out of my asshole and he stood up, taking his position above me. I waited, reaching back and up (not an easy thing for a human) and grabbing his huge, meaty cock in my hands. I guided him to my asshole, then concentrated. "Now, Dao," I said. He pressed down and, probably to his surprise, he slipped right in. He pressed down until he had every cent within me, then dropped down on his foreknees, pressing his animal ribcage to my back. I looked up the length of the bed and saw his hands pressed to the bed a meter out of my reach. I reached up but couldn't quite reach his hands. I wasn't sure he wanted me to with my hands all covered with lube. "Are you sure you're okay?" "Dao," I gasped. "No lie... I'm in ecstasy with you inside me. I've taken larger and less considerate lovers in my history. How do I feel to you?" He thought for a second, shifting slightly on the bed. The feeling of his cock shifting within me sent intense signals of pleasure shooting into my brain. "Moist," he said. "Hot. It's like being held everywhere on my cock." "Move a little," I said. "Pump me." He complied, still careful, and began pumping his cock back and forth within my guts. The massage against the length of my rectum was phenomenal. My mouth went dry from the panting and the pleasure. "Are you okay?" "Yes!" I gasped. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" "Okay," he growled back, shoving the full length of his cock within me until it hurt and I gasped in pain instead. "See, I can go too deep." "Bet your sheath hurts." "A little," he replied. "I had to push too much for me too." "Then just fuck me to your limits. Believe me, they're probably my limits too. But not before." He took up the challenge. His feline hips pistoned like an old IC engine, his cock driving in and out of my asshole, his furry pelvis bumping up against my furless butt. His big, lynxine body weighed down atop me and held me in place as we made love. He wasn't going to last long from the sounds he was making, and I was right. He came with a loud "Oh my fah!" I could feel his cock pulsing inside me and wiggled my butt to encourage it to give me one last spurt, one last pulse of his semen to hold inside my body. He slipped out while I lay there, panting. He hadn't come anywhere near my limits, to be honest. But it had felt wonderful, and now, looking up, all the lights seemed brighter, the world a little more sparkly. It's one of the side effects of anal sex, all the endorphins, and it's one of the reasons I love getting fucked so much. I grabbed the mel responsible for my state of mind and hugged him close, gasping "Oh thank you, Dao! Oh, thank you, thank you." He grabbed me back and kissed me, hard. "That was incredible! I've never felt anything like that!" I laughed. "Oh, come on." "No, really," he said, looking askance. "I've had anal sex with some mel'taurs, but that was a long time ago and... now I realize how much I miss it. Thank you, Ken." "You're welcome, then," I said, still catching my breath. He suddenly frowned. "I woke you up, didn't it?" "For that, Dao, you can wake me up anytime." I kissed him again, and then grabbed a towel. I was dripping from all the lube he had used, and I bet he was too. "We have a wet spot." "You go clean up," he offered. "I'll change the sheets while you do, and then clean up myself." I kissed him again, feeling an odd tear welling in my eye. "Thanks. I'll be right back." "At least give me the time to change the sheets." "I will," I said. He came into the bathroom just as I stepping out of the shower. "It's all yours," I said. He stepped forward to get in, but I stopped him. "Dao, thanks again." "I still don't believe how it felt. How you took it... " He shook his head. "Amazing, huh?" I said. "We can do it again tomorrow if you like." He grinned. "Let me think about it." "Do that." I made my way back to the bedroom. I don't know when he came to bed. I was unconscious before my head hit the pillow. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I awoke with the sound of a soft chime. "Time to wake up," Lance advised me. I nodded, groaning as I got out of bed. The dull throb within my pelvis told me that I was going to have a bit of an overdoer's ache but I would survive, as always. Actually, it made me smile to think of the pleasures of the night before, the beautiful feeling of Dao's body over mine, his cock within my body, his will fucking me slowly, gently, with care for a partner he perceived as fragile. Lance had put the alarm into my ear and Dao hadn't heard it. I walked out into the living room and then into the bathroom from there. Evidence suggested that Sheja was already awake; a small puddle of water lived around her toothbrush. I brushed my own and dressed, heading for the bridge. "How long, Lance?" "Ten minutes." "Will I be welcome on the bridge?" "Your presence is requested. You're part of our expert crew, remember?" I grinned. "Yes, I do." As I walked on the bridge, I heard Tasha Reah saying, "The star is catalogued as RD+54.4o. A blue-white star in the F5-range, we have one world nominally in the temperate zone, with a mean surface radiating temperature of 3200 m-above-zero at approximately 1.42 AU's out from zero. Other than that, we have a total of six planets in the system, four of which are gas giants. One gas giant is well within the proto-stellar range. The sixth world is within the corona of the star, with an MSRT of over nine thousand." "Thank you for joining us, Mr. Shardik," David said, noticing my presence. I examined the monitor by my station, looking that the world Tasha had pointed out. "Nice place," I commented dryly. "Commander Reah, plot us a course that takes us to the second planet. Optimize for flybys of as many other worlds as we can pick up." "Aye, sir. Lance is giving me four projections, none of which do better than two. Best time in-system is three hours." "Two worlds it is," David said. "Fly, Commander." The gas giants were, in a word, unspectacular. Of course, the planetologists loved every minute of the flyby, cameras whirring at a million changes a second. It wasn't until we were under a light- minute from the 'temperate' world that alarms went off at three stations, followed almost immediately by three cries of "Captain!" "Tactical first," David ordered. "Yes, sir. Sir, I have what appears to be the wreckage of a ship in orbit around this world." "Wreckage? You're sure?" "Yes, sir. On main viewer." We all turned to look, and I had to agree; either these people had a really surreal view towards engineering, or that was wreckage, nothing more. "Definitely the remains of a spacecraft of some sort. Probably not a satellite from the size of it, although it could have been a populated space station." "Communications, then science." "Sir, we probably have the same thing to report. I have ground signals." "Intelligible?" "Partly, sir. They use analog signals relying mostly on frequency modulation." "Put them on." The bridge was filled with static, but through it I heard "Message repeats: We have a plague situation. We are seeking assistance. Anyone who hears this message, please respond. Message repeats..." "Plague?" I asked, looking at David. He suddenly seemed thoughtful, but continued. "Science, do you have anything to add?" "Yes, sir," Macaff replied. "We have the location of the signals and a probable landing site. The world is remarkably free of weather conditions. The signals appear to be emanating from a continent near the southern pole of the planet." "Commander Reah, station-keeping over the signal source." "Aye, sir. Course laid in." "Hailing frequency, Mr. Shardik." "Yes, sir," I replied. "It's all yours, David." "This is Captain David Elohim of the Pendorian Exploration Vessel The Rat's Inquiry. We are answering your distress signal. Are you hearing us?" The turn-around time seemed to lag forever, but finally a message did come through. "Oh, thank God you've found us!" "Who am I addressing?" "My name is Sarah. Sarah Covington!" The voice sounded breathless, excited, and tired. "Are you the leader of this colony?" "Leader? No, no, uhm... Callie died a few weeks ago. We don't really have a leader anymore." "What is the nature of your medical emergency?" "We're dying! Isn't that enough of an emergency?" "How many were on your ship?" A new voice broke in. "Captain Elohim, my name is Rachael Covington. I'm afraid my sister has become a little hysterical; she's going on nearly her fiftieth hour without sleep. I can try and answer your questions." David gestured to cut signal. "Get Doctor Hitoshi in here." We waited until Marcus showed up. I gave him my station. "Rachael Covington, my name is Marcus Hitoshi, and I'm Second Medical Officer of The Rat's Inquiry. Could you please give me an epidemiology, symptoms, and the rest?" "Epidemiology... uh... Our ship was the Simple Needs out of Terra, date 2311. We've been in situ for ninety-seven years now. We had an initial ship's compliment of six hundred people and have had 186 live births. There are thirty-seven colonists alive at present, and if you don't hurry up, there won't be any soon!" David's jaw dropped. "My God," he whispered. "The disease is called PRAIOR, for Pronounced Random Abscessing of Internal Organs. Every one of the colonists is presently showing symptoms, myself included." "Is the disease presently contagious?" "No," Rachael replied. "We have reason to believe it's a genetic fault." "In every member of the crew? Is that a viral mechanism? A... radiation sickness?" "We'll explain when you land! Please, please come help us!" "We will, Rachael. Stand by." Marcus made the throat-cutting motion. "My fah," he swore, "From 786 people down to thirty-seven. I can't believe..." "Is the disease catching to more than humans? Maybe humans shouldn't go down," Macaff pointed out. "Wait, wait," David said. "Nobody said anything about anybody going down there yet, although I certainly would like to save these people, if they're really in a medical emergency." "Captain," I said after reviewing several logs at a library station, "I have some data for us." David nodded. "The Simple Needs left starport in 427, just as Rachael Covington said. It was purchased by the Rheinhardt foundation with additional funds thrown in from the entire personal fortunes of Hans Rheinhardt and Sarah Greaves. They were nominal organizers of the colony effort. The ship did indeed vanish into the Void, never to be heard from again." I paused for more information. "Given the nature of the Demeco Mark Nine warp drives they were using back then, and the capacity of their cryogenics plants, I would say that the data they have given us is correct; it's very possible they have been in place for less than a century." "Engineering to Commander Shardik," my console beeped. "Go ahead, Kathy." "That's the ruins of the forward module of a Demeco Spindle. Your supposition is correct, Ken. They blew up their ship to get one last desperate scream to propagate through hyperspace." "With only forty survivors," I pointed out, "It's quite possible they didn't have anyone who knew how to program or otherwise manipulate a hyperspace signal. All they knew to do was blow it up and hope someone saw the bang." David nodded. "So, we're looking at a lost colony. Status, people?" "They don't know we're immortal," I said evenly. "They knew we are," I said, pointing around to the Pendorians. "But they don't know that there is a sizable Terran population on board that is also immortal. They don't know that Terra has done a little of its own gene manipulation, David. They don't know that Terra and Pendor are presently getting along rather well. In 427, Terra and Pendor were pretty much at each other's throats over quite a number of issues. They don't know about the llerkindi at all." "We might want to be very careful with the survivors," I continued after a few seconds. "The ideological outlook of the Simple Needs is not in our best interest." "How so?" "Maternalists," I said. "They saw that Saman was heading for a production-by-tank method of incorporating the Methulselah Codes. Rheinhardt and Greaves were leaving Earth after their failure to make the Methuselah Codes hold after birth resulted in the death of fifty pre-terminal volunteers." David nodded. "That is important information, Mr. Shardik. Okay, the initial contact crew will consist of Doctor Hitoshi and a medical crew of five additional, if the doctor considers that adequate?" Marcus nodded. "Denni, you will go as command representative; Fari, nominate four people, but you yourself will not be going. Lance, I need two pilots. Thirteen total." "Captain," I said. "I'd like to go." "Commander Shardik, we are looking at a disease that is potentially fatal to humans." "Sir, if I may point out, we are looking at something that, according to Rachael, is some sort of genetic fault. It may be something insinuated into the population by Rheinhardt and Greaves, it may be completely dead, it may not even survive well on my boosted and slightly non-mammalian genecode. I would like to go. I'm willing to take the risk." "Get yourself Braced beforehand, if you advocate Bracing," David said. "I don't," I said. "Then go," David said, taking a deep breath. "And be careful!" ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm not stupid, however. I dressed up in full Stark with biologic weaponry support, as part of the security team. Part of our mission after setting down was to open up the back of the shuttlecraft and use the SDisk installed in the back, if we determined that the biological situation was not going to be a threat to anyone on the Rat's Inquiry. "Commander," the pilot intercommed from the front, "We've spotted some sort of landing field and we're ready to put down." "We're ready," Denni replied. "I think," she breathed to me. "We're ready," I echoed. "As ready as we can ever be." She nodded. The shuttle landed slowly and easily on the airfield, sending wisps of dust flying off into the high desert. That, by the way, finally signaled to me just how hot this place was; their Antarctic qualified as 'high desert.' We landed almost about an hour before dusk, local time, although back on the ship it was still early afternoon. There was nobody immediately out to greet us. "Inimicals running," Lance announced after three minutes. "Nothing so far. But we could be looking at other vectors. The air, at least, seems to be safe to breathe." "Thanks," I said, taking off my helmet. "You trust him that much?" Denni said. "You grew up with Dave, remember? Pretty much the same in terms of trustworthiness." "I think I'd trust Dave more." "Commander, I have two... humanoids... heading out from the complex to our starboard side," the pilot called back. "Could you qualify that, Lieutenant? We're expecting humans." "Yes, sir. No, sir, they are not human. One is in some sort of wheeled vehicle." I blinked at Denni, who stared at Doc Marcus. We all shrugged somewhat simultaneously, then headed for the door. As they approached, I agreed with the Lieutenant. These were not human. They both wore unimpressive uniforms of a light grey, a single black stripe falling off-center from the throat on the left to the belt, presumably the closure. The visible mammae on the walking one, impressive even by human standards, immediately caused me to label her as 'her.' She was clearly fully hominid, with broad shoulders and muscular arms. The uniform was sleeveless, and the fur on her arms and face was of a light feline-grey color. Her neck was much longer and thicker than most of the species I'd made. Her head and face captured most of my attention. Larger by proportion that a human's and slightly more rounded, she had a short muzzle extending outwards, tipped with a visible brown nose, the accompanying jaw small enough that I would have called it a 'chin' rather than a muzzle or jaw. Her eyes were very large, and the eyelids appeared to fold outwards rather than recess, forming a very convenient sunshield. I admired that touch. She had two ears, high on the head like most gengineered anthropomorphs, but they faced away from each other, like a human's, rather than forward. As they approached, the ears swiveled forward. I laughed quietly to myself as they approached, however, because Rheinhardt and Greaves (I was sure they were responsible for these people) had given them hair. The only species on Pendor that have hair are Humans, Satryls, Centaurs, and Tindals. And the Tindal I regard as something of a mistake, because Furries just shouldn't have hair; I think it subtracts rather than adds to the appearance, and it certainly isn't functional. In both of the individuals I saw, however, the hair fell in a mane towards the back and any long growth wasn't visible from the front. It did make them appear slightly more feminine, which I imagine may have been the effect Rheinhardt and Greaves sought. They also had tails. Thick, heavy tails that, from what I could see, were almost completely feline. And somewhat expressive; the one standing swished hers back and forth nervously. The other female, who I now saw was in a medical wheelchair, had a slightly different shape to her. The head was more triangular shaped, at least from the front, and although they were clearly the same species, her fur coloration was different; dark- brown towards the middle of the face, but the head and ears were more of a cream color. And the head itself; there was a 'pinching' between the cranial region and the jawbone, as if the one had been mounted above the other. My personal reaction was one of confusion. Coming from a basic Terran origin, I would have assume that Rheinhardt and Greaves would have followed some basic animal design familiar to them. Instead, they seemed to have borrowed from all over the place. The fur was definitely felinoid, the eyes primate, the nose canine. The ears were some sort of genet derivative. The mouth was probably some sort of attenuated mustelid design. The neck, long and sinuous, was unrecognizable, although if I could I would have said 'owl' as I watched the second one swivel it a full 180 degrees to look behind her. My impression of an avian origin to the neck was emphasized watching the one in the wheelchair; as it pitched and moved, her head remained perfectly steady, tracking us like a bird of prey. Perhaps that sounds threatening. I'm not sure it wasn't. I couldn't put a label onto what they were, other than that I found both of them immensely attractive and I was curious to know what kissing one of them felt like. I shook my head, smiling to myself. Hopefully, I'll never turn those desires off. As they approached, one last fact about them made itself painfully apparent to me; these people were huge. The standing one was at least 280cms tall; and the one sitting down, if she hadn't been an amputee, had probably stood nearly four meters tall. "You came," the one standing said. "I'm Rachael Covington." She held out a hand for Denni, who took it and shook it warmly, returning the introduction. Another data point; they had four fingered hands; three fingers and opposable thumbs. Oddly, Covington wore two rings on her left hand, on her thumb and middle finger. The one in the wheelchair had only one, about her thumb. "We would like to know that status of your emergency." "Of course, of course. This is Annette Rheinhardt." Annette nodded her head tiredly. "Come," Rachael said, "We'll show you the infirmary." She led our party across the tarmac and down a ramp into a buried underground bunker. Six of the security personnel stayed up top, two with the shuttlecraft. The smell as the door to the bunker opened was rancid, choking. "There it is," Rachael said, pointing into the darkness. "Thirty of our colonists survive in there; another six are still ambulatory to some degree and occupy sites adjacent to here. Sarah, the one you heard on the radio, is in the best of health of all of us; she seems to be barely touched by the disease, but part of that we attribute to the fact that she was the last person to be decanted." I startled at that word, glancing up at Rachael. "Perhaps..." Denni said, reading my thoughts, "Perhaps you had better explain to us who you are and how you came to be here, speaking perfect Anglic." She nodded. "You're the medical doctor?" she asked Hitoshi. He nodded. "That sleeping form over there by the table is Cordelia Lear, my chief medical officer. She'll show you what needs to be done. If you two are the commanding officers, would you accompany me to the briefing room?" We nodded. Rachael led us out of the stench of the hospital into a short corridor of steel doorways, choosing one and leading us inside. The walls were bare concrete, interspersed with nails holding up a display board and clipboards and a few pens and pencils lying around. "Take a seat, and tell me what you know," she replied. We started at the beginning, telling her what we knew of The Simple Needs, of what I had surmised of her origins, and of my curiosity for her to "fill in the blanks." She leaned forward on the conference table, scratching at her forehead with impatience. "The blank, sir, is that Demeco drives and the support fusion drives on the Simple Needs required that the ship transit from space seven months out of system. The crew had planned on spending most of that time in cryogenics, suspended animation, thus saving wear mostly on their patience." I smiled. She reached behind her and pulled out a scroll of paper. Laying it out on the table and holding it down with four rocks apparently reserved for this purpose, she showed us a general-purpose layout of the Simple Needs. "The ship was built on a colony probe design, since essentially that's all the ship would ever be. Any packages requiring gravity were put on a standard spinning wheel design amidships, here, directly opposite the shielding curtain that protects the rest of the ship from the engines." "Somewhere in the fourth month of transit, a meteor punched a very neat hole through the ship, directly through the shielding. The crew awoke to alarms and the information that they were already dead of radiation exposure. Some would survive for up to four years, according to the statistics, but all had taken guaranteed fatal doses." I shivered. "No matter how the balanced the numbers, they were all going to die." "Exactly," she said. "Although this barren world wasn't the Eden they hoped for, they did set down here and with the Demeco construction hardware built what you see around you. Most of which is now a ghost town. Rheinhardt and Greaves managed to convince the colonists that all was not lost, that what was damaged of our codes could be salvaged." I saw where she was heading. "With the animal codes from the front of the ship, where the livestock and such were stored. They were protected by the Demeco construction hardware." "Right," Rachael confirmed. "The Maternalists weren't happy; they felt that Rheinhardt and Greaves were, in effect, selling out to the Pendorian model because they were arguing for a first- generation requiring decanting." "How did they react when they discovered that the first generation wasn't even going to be human?" I asked. "They were even less pleased," Rachael responded. "I was among the first to be decanted, and the general reaction I was to read in the logs later was mostly frustration, along with no small deal of anger. But it's hard to not love children, and given between hating us and loving us, the crew opted for the more humane option." "It is hard not to love children, no matter what you may think of them," I agreed. "Congratulations. How long did the crew survive?" "Actually, the crew turned out to be more tenacious than previously thought according to the radiation estimates. Greaves herself lived eleven years. She died when I was four. The last colonist, Paul Heisenberg, died three years later." "I'm sorry, Rachael." She looked up. "Still, we made it this far before PRAIOR snuck up on us. I can only hope you can succeed where we failed." I smiled to Denni, then turned to Rachael. "Don't worry, Rachael. I'll see to it personally that we solve this problem and let you get on living your life as you choose." I slowly rose and held out my hand. "I don't believe my daughter introduced me by name. I'm Kennet Shardik." Watching her jaw drop, she looked all the more attractive. "Va..." "Vatare'," I completed for her. "One and the same. You got very lucky." "Thank God we blew up the ship when we did. We could only hope you could help us. Now we're sure." "I hope..." My communicator beeped for my attention. "Ken here." "Ken, SDisk up to the Medilab and see Doctor Seters, would you? He'll have an assignment for you I need done ASAP. It's definitely something for you." "Gotcha," I replied. "Excuse me, both of you." Denni nodded, as did Rachael, still staring, and I made my way back to the ship. Four minutes later, with a fresh uniform, I was in Medilab. "Seters?" "In here," said a Tindal coming out. "You could have done the work from your office, Shardik. I have a couple of dozen viri genecodes in there, along with a pointer to the Han standard genecode." "Han?" I asked. "That's what the call themselves." I nodded. "Okay, so what's the deal?" "The Han are suffering a form of pinpoint deliquescence of their internal structure. PRAIOR is a little misnomer; the disease strikes everywhere, reaching the brain extreme cases. Usually, the points are only a millimeter or so, but in extreme cases we have dozens of half- centimeter gaps filled with blood plasma or lymphatic fluid, depending on the site. Some are even larger. We extracted those from the wound sites, and they're just swimming with protein-coat viruses. They're dying, and the mechanism is very strange." He looked up. "We need that report in ten hours." "Will do, Commander," I replied. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Ten bewildering hours later I thought my brain was frying, slowly, over an open griddle. Sheja sat at another terminal, tapping her chin with a lightpen and swishing her tail back and forth in a way that made me want to snap at her. But I realized that it was only my own frustration, and not my daughter's tail, that made me tense. "Hey, Sheja?" "Daddy?" "Could you do me a favor and get me a sandwich?" "Sure. Whatcha want?" I thought for a second. "Meatloaf. With mustard." "Sure thing," she repeated. "Be right back." She walked out into the kitchen. These viri codes were useless! I had found sixteen unique types of viri, fourteen of which were completely dead, useless, inert. There was nothing along the Han genome record that these viri would infect. The other two were just as useless; they didn't make duplicates of themselves; they could penetrate a cell, but there was no duplication of viri code in the RNA read. What the Hell was going on? "Medilab," I said loudly. "What can I do for you, Doctor Shardik?" "Do you have the bloodwork report ready?" "Yes sir." "Lance?" "On screen three," Lance replied. I glanced to my right, noting idly the click of Medilab snapping off and going back to business. Fortunately, as far as blood was concerned, the Han were boringly mammalian. Their blood was the same comfortable combination of materials distribution, hydration maintenance and immune system that I was used to. I read the 'Identification of Native vs. Non-Native Organisms' with special care, looking for my viri. "Here, Dad," Sheja said, interrupting my thoughts. "I even brought ya a glass of kfi." I pulled her closer to the chair and gave her a hug. "Thanks, kiddo. I appreciate it." "Whatcha working on?" I explained the situation with the viri the Medilab had given to me, and where I was focusing my research. I was still muttering to myself, reading the Native Organism's identification list, when I sat straight up. "Leukocyte analog originally assumed to be inimical because it was observed destroying healthy cells... possessing between four and eight nuclei?" I was stunned for a moment, then kept reading. Sheja stood there, watching. "Daddy?" I love hearing that word from her lips. "Hmmm?" "The big deal is these viruses destroying cells, right?" "Right." "But the viruses don't copy to destroy more cells, right?" I nodded my agreement. "Then maybe the viruses are supposed to be there." "You mean like the Tinker Viri?" Her turn to nod. "Well, the Tinkers were meant to effect genecode variations in a percentage of a population, but they were meant to die out after a while, not create inert versions of themselves." An idea began forming in the back of my brain. "Maybe these are like that," Sheja said, continuing her thought. "Maybe those cells the viruses destroy are being destroyed for a reason." The thing in the back of my mind was crawling forward, trying to get my attention. Sheja continued on through. "Maybe those leuko-things are making the viruses. Kinda like torpedoes." "Sheja!" I said as I finally figured out what I was looking at. "You're a genius!" I jumped out of my chair and hugged her tightly. "That's the answer!" "You mean I'm right?" "Almost. The leukocytes don't have the resources to make the viri we're worrying about." "But?" "But they can be messengers to the cells that do." I forwarded the information to Doctor Hitoshi's office. All of what I had been thinking for the past dozen hours flooded my mind. I made a decision. "Now I have to go see the Captain." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "David, have you ever read Machiavelli's The Prince?" I asked. He sat on the corner of his desk and folded his hands in his lap. "No, I can't say that I have. Why, do you recommend it?" "In a way. Look, that planet down is a hellhole. It's hot, it's dry, it's unfriendly, and it's dying. It's going the opposite direction of Battia; where the one is freezing, this one is burning up." He looked at me curiously. "I want your permission to take these people off this world and bring them home with us." He looked at me like I was crazy. Then he laughed. Then he stopped. "You're serious, aren't you?" "I've never been more serious in my life. These people are... they're here because of the rejection of the world by their parents, but they don't reject us. They need us, and for longer than we're going to be here." "And if I don't give you permission to bring 37 Han on board?" "I'll call home and have another ship sent out." David glanced down at a monitor on his desk. He was puzzling something out in his head, and he seemed uncomfortable with the fact that he didn't have to move to do so. "We have plenty of room on board. We're not violating the NIA. Have you asked them?" "Not yet," I said. "That comes next." He nodded. "If you can get them, they have my permission to seek haven on the Handele." "Thank you, sir." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "That's it, then," Hitoshi said two hours later, showing the display to Rachael and Sarah. "Failure to breed true mechanism running wild." "Can anything be done about it?" Sarah asked. "Oh, Sarah," I said, "Now that we know what it is, we can fix it." "I still don't understand," Rachael said. "Okay, it's like this. Gene sequences never reproduce exactly. It's one of the most common truisms of genetic engineering. A genetic mechanism can't really afford to be delicate; it has to put up with a lot, or the organism it represents just doesn't survive. R and G wrote you a new immune system mechanism designed to edit out of your system those cells of yours that didn't match the accepted standard. The leukocytes create latticeworks of comparative enzymes that determine how badly greyed a certain cell complex is; it recognizes cancer and destroys it. The trouble is, your entire bodies are going grey with old age; cells all over your body don't match each other. The network apparently has simply gone berserk and is just creating fault-fixing structures out of control." "How do you fix it?" "Two stages," I said. "The first is to filter out as many of these leukocytes from your bloodstream as possible. Not a difficult task; a few hours in a custom-filtration dialysis system should take care of that. From the leukocytes, we're going to manufacture true images of your individual genetic codes. Then we're going to reinfect you with a new subcellular mechanism that's going to repair your genecode. Then you're going to war." "War?" "War. We have to keep the leukocyte mechanism from reactivating. To do that we're going to have to keep your genetic code normative and render the leukocytes themselves ineffective, probably by destruction." "You can do that?" "We can. There's a catch." "There always is," Rachael said, smiling. "What is it this time?" "You have to come with us." "What?" Rachael nearly shouted. "The first two parts can be accomplished in two weeks." I paused. "We, however, have left our original mission behind. We can leave you with the hardware and technology and leave you to do the monitoring of your ongoing systems." I leaned over the table, spreading my hands. "But this is an offer from Vatare' Shardik. I've talked with the Captain of the Rat's Inquiry and he has agreed that there's room for all of you on board. We've set up a temporary mission housing on a planet seven light years away, and we want you to join us. Come home to Pendor with us." Rachael looked up at me, dumbstruck. I smiled. "I want you to come with us. You can present the option to your crew as soon as they're healed, but think about it. What does this shortlived, white-hot star blaring down on a world that's made of sand and stone have to offer you? You're not your parents, and while you may not wish to desecrate their memory, I'm offering you a chance at freedom. Life. If there's anything a parent would wish for their children, it's a chance at life." Sarah looked off for a second, then turned to Rachael. "If we do, Rachael, I'll give you that fourth ring." Rachael turned, shocked at the other femHan. Then she eased. "Okay, Ken, I'll talk it over with my crew." "Thank you, Rachael. Thank you so much." "When do you begin?" "As soon as you're ready." "To be honest, I'm ready now." "Well, actually, you two are last in line, since you seem to be the healthiest," Marcus said calmly. "Abigail and Lindsay are the first." After we had procured permission from Rachael to proceed as planned, with the schedule approved, Marcus and I were standing in the meeting room alone. He turned to me and said, "You know perfectly well they could do the monitoring themselves." "I know. I want them to come with us. They're a treasure, Doc, of unparalleled value. Think of it! Two people who beat Terra to the sentience genetic template." He grinned. "You had to fix the mistakes." I shrugged. "I'm glad I got the chance. I'm not going to deny that. But I don't feel like I'm one-upping Rheinhardt and Greaves. They did the best they can. Damn, but I admire that." He smiled. I looked down at my PADD and said "Abigail and Lindsay? Doc, isn't there a single male among the Han survivors?" Marcus looked at me, his brow puzzled. Then he laughed a small laugh. After a few seconds he sat down hard on the conference table to keep himself from falling over. "What?" I asked. "What did I say that's so funny?" "Oh, Ken!" he gasped, then collapsed laughing. "That's... That's the problem with you micro people!" He continued laughing, then finally grabbed the collar of my jacket to keep himself from falling off the table even. "Ken, you've missed the obvious thing, the forest! The Han are hermaphrodites!" "With such obvious female characteristics?" I asked, my eyebrows shooting up. "Some of these females would give you some pretty stiff competition." He glanced aside and said, "Four of them haven't got enough of a brain left to get stiff." "Get me their names," I said sharply. "What?" "Get me the names of those four patients. And any others who have significant amounts of brain damage." I pulled out my gradio. "Lance!" "Yo." "Do we have any psychologists who specialize in assembling life histories on board?" "We have two who I assess as capable.." "Call them; I'm going to need them to squeeze every fact they know out of the Han about four brain-damaged comrades. Can do?" "As soon as possible." "I need a favor. Can we get a high-speed link to Pendor?" "With a gas giant available as the line target, easily. Why?" "I need you to send a message to Halloran. When he replies to it, I need you to follow his instructions to the bit. Can you comply?" "You'll have to talk to David." "Copy. Get to work, Doc." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- When I was younger, cloak and dagger sometimes appealed to me. Once, that tendency even saved my life. And remnants of it remain. "Okay, Lance, I want you to transmit lines 248 through 254 from act three, scene two of Carthage. Tell me when you've been acknowledged." "Ack," Lance said almost immediately. I sat at my terminal and began doing, by hand, the separation of processes and priorities. I reached over and manually dialed David's number. "Captain, I've got Lance off-line." "Understood, Commander. Good luck." I walked quietly through the Medilab with my seven hand-picked assistants. Marcus and I were keeping watch over a lovely young Han named Lindsay, the one in the worst shape. Which was especially odd considering that, of the survivors, she was almost the youngest. Only Sarah was younger. More tubes and wires came out of her body than I've seen in most robotic repair labs. Marcus shook his head quietly as we watched the monitors pulse and beat in time with Lindsay's vital functions. There wasn't much to do except watch. After all, all we were here to do was keep watch over those things Lance would normally have done for us: feed and water the last four patients. The war with the leukocytes was over, and the physical healing had begun. Lance had watched as the two psychologists had dragged, by tooth and nail at times, every last shred of personal history that applied to these four people in here. Their brains holed and torn by the disease that had attacked them unchecked, we now fought to keep them alive as Lance slowly put back them back together with pseudomemories, much like the original Tleils had been built. Life, as they say, is unclimatic. Day followed night, as people manually controlled the ship. Talking to people in the mess, I got a strange sense that people didn't mind not having Lance; they understood that he was busy saving our guests, and that they liked having a measure of control over their lives for once without an AI overlooking. But they also all wished him good luck and a safe and rapid return. After sixty-four hours, Lance came back on-line with a sudden rush of activity. I was asleep at the time. I awoke in my own bed with Dao. Marcus was still in Medilab. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Rachael conducted a service on a hill overlooking the landing sight and final resting grounds for the crew of the Simple Needs. Reading from Psalm 23 slowly, the Han slowly buried the last of their dead. Then, one by one, they boarded through the rear hatch of the shuttlecraft that had lain on their runway for over a week and teleported back to The Rat's Inquiry. I was the last person to SDisk back; I stood on the Hill overlooking the campsite, thinking to myself how sad it was, how close Rheinhardt and Greaves had come, and how, out of horror and tragedy, I might be able to help them realize their dream of children, born of mothers, who live forever. As I walked downhill my communicator beeped. "Vatare'?" "Yes, Lancelot?" "I understand that, other than Halloran, I am the only AI ever to perform the procedure we began five days ago." "That's correct." "I want to thank you for the privilege. I understand the necessity, but still... thank you." "Thank you, Lance. Now then, let's get back to the mission. We have a world to explore. And," I paused, feeling oddly sad, "new friends to know." I SDisk'd back to The Rat's Inquiry. We waited another hour for the shuttlecraft to fly back to the ship, and then we were on our way. David took breaking orbit very slowly; the recovered Han, twenty-six in all (nine were still too weak to move and two were comatose) piled into the rear lounge to watch the only world they had ever known recede into the great curtain of stars. Then the world went black as we jumped into hyperspace and were, once again, headed to Battia Two. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. 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This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Planetfall: Meeting Trianna Journal Entry 112 / 01023 Noren, Lothess 15, 01023 I met her in one of those usual ways you meet people on larger starships, at least those starships that are mission oriented as opposed to tourist-oriented, the latter being the setting for more romantic meetings by poolsides, dining rooms, and the like. Although I was assured once by a close friend that the most romantic place onboard such ships is the arcade. Rianna Tazal and I spent what I would call a tense afternoon together. I tried a couple of times to get her to talk to me, to socialize, but never once did she give me a word that was not related to the task at hand-- tracking down a flutter in the RSRD sensor array. Forget the acronym; it makes it sound technical, I know, but "RSRD" stands for Run Silent, Run Deep, and refers to the inability of ships in normal space to detect ships traveling at light-speed. She was small, even for a Ssphynx; her horizontal half I placed at almost exactly two meters long, her vertical the same. I was surprised at how long the fur on her face grew, giving her a 'fluffy' look. For the most part, her fur was a light grey, shot through with gold in places along the back of her head and neck, and again further down her body along her rear flanks and haunches. She wore the standard ship's uniform jacket of white with blue striping. The oddest thing about her were a pair of enormous square-frame eye lenses that sat across her muzzle with a wire bar and didn't seem to have any other means of support; a seemingly precarious balance of glass that threatened at any moment to slip to the floor and shatter into a million pieces. It was so frustrating to work with her! I can't stand silent people, who won't at least be a little social even when going about their duties. This was reticence above and beyond the call of duty. It didn't help that she smelled good. After my shift was over and I was assured, at least to myself, that even if I hadn't tracked down the current flutter that it wouldn't affect our mission for the next thirty hours, I decided to see if I could track down Kathy or Amanda. Lance told me I could find both of them in Gardentop, a lounge located top-floor, amidships. The doors parted for me and I stepped into a loud and bustling room filled with the usual mix of Pendorian species. Still, Centaurs are hard to miss, and counting my way across the room I found Amanda. Kathy was easy find after that; she was sitting at the same table. "Hoya, ladies. Am I interrupting anything?" "Not really," Kathy said, smiling up at me. I watched her lips form the word "Master," quietly, so I leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "I take it I can take a seat then?" "Of course," Amanda said. "You're looking good, Amanda," I replied. "I see your hair is purple again." "Pastel purple," she said pointedly, smiling. "Yep. It's growing back pretty quickly, too." She reached out to wrap her hand around my arm, grabbing my attention equally well. "I still haven't thanked you for what you did." "Yes you have. You came on the mission. I didn't want anything else." "You wanted a healthy Amanda Ohadi for your mission. Not me." I shrugged, turning my hand over and opening my palm, a gesture of helplessness. "I take what I can. I'm just so glad you're still alive, Amanda," I said, ordering something on the keypad in the center of the table. A few seconds passed before it materialized on the SDisk in front of me. "Anyway, I came to ask you two lovely ladies about someone else. Do either of you know Rianna Tazal?" Kathy looked thoughtful for a second. "I know her. She's a power specialist trainee, ensign level, second shift ops." "What can you tell me about her?" I asked. "Not much," Kathy replied, leaning over closely. "She keeps to herself a lot, doesn't talk much, doesn't ask for much attention. I tried to get her to come out, to go to a weekly or something, but she just stays in her cabin, as far as I know." I grimaced, praying quietly that she wasn't a biocyer. "Nothing much else you can do for me?" "Why are you interested in her?" Kathy asked suddenly. "Because I spent the day with her down in sensory battery four. And that has to be one of the more frustrating things I've done since coming on board. She wouldn't talk to me... it was like being in a room with a robot, and a dull one at that. Malfunctioning and murdering ones at least make a good attempt at some kind of social intercourse." Amanda, at least, found that amusing enough to give me a small smile. "Another Shardik charity case?" she asked, still touching my arm. "She might be," I shot back, grinning. I turned my attention to the display screen on the table, asking for the service records on Sf. Rianna Tazal. I whistled low as the data appeared. "Do you know she's only 32?" "Thirty-two what?" Amanda asked. "Years old. What is someone that young doing on a starship? Doesn't she realize she's spending one quarter of her life on board this ship? One third of her equivalent time alive? My fah," I said, ignoring the self-reference, "That's ridiculous." Kathy looked down at the data screen. "You're right... that is kinda strange. I don't know what to make of it." "She made it through academy training." "At a very early age, too," Kathy said, examining Rianna's record closely. "She's very beautiful," Kathy said, looking over the visual recordings. "That she is; she smells really good, too," I said, smiling. "That was one of the things that drove me crazy all afternoon." "Sounds about right for you, Ken," Kathy said. We settled back into our respective chairs, and then Kathy said, "So... after nine months, how is space travel sitting with you and yours?" I laughed. "P'nyssa loves having a boring job. At least, that's what she says, and I believe her. After all the unusual cases coming to her at Cutter's, I'm willing to bet she's honestly relieved to deal with plain old broken bones and bruised whatsits. Aaden's going a little stir crazy... hey, that reminds me. Do you want to throw a party?" "What kind of party?" Kathy said, suspicion and lust creeping into her voice. "That kind of party," I replied. "The kind where you spend most of your evening at my feet... on a leash... gagged and blindfolded, even?" Kathy's smile went from ear to ear. Unabashedly and without reservation she fell out of her chair to the floor at my feet, placed her head in my lap and said, "Sir, I would love to be yours for such an event." "Sounds to me like we've got a deal," I said, lifting her chin and staring into her eyes before leaning over to give her a very possessive kiss. I reached behind her neck and stroked the clasp to her silver chain, but I did not undo it. "I think I'll leave you with that, though, for now." She pouted. "Pouts get you whipped, dear Kathy," I laughed. She pouted more. I laughed louder, and then said "Okay, enough. Back into your seat and behave. What if someone on your staff saw you?" "I'm sure someone on her staff did," Amanda said. "I'm on her staff, after all." "You're different," Kathy replied. "Am I?" Amanda asked. "I don't understand what happened between you two, and I've known you two for nearly half a millennium." "Has it really been that long?" I asked. "I think so," Kathy asked. "Our first scene was in '423, wasn't it?" "You're right... It's over six hundred years. And I met you a century later," I said, pointing to Amanda. "Wow." "Feeling old, Ken?" "No, no... feeling young, if anything. It's amazing just how refreshing you two are to me." "So... are you going to throw that party?" Kathy asked. "Yep," I said. A plan was forming in the back of my mind. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I walked over to the single crew quarters and found Miss Tazal's down along the third spineway. Paging the doorchime, I heard the unfamiliar and static 'chime' sound, which at first intrigued me; most people customized that chime when they had a chance, using some other soundfile. Then I heard a voice over the panel intercom. "Who is it?" "It's Kennet Shardik, Miss Tazal. May I come in?" Silence. What kind of silence, I have no idea. She was still on the other side of the door. "Yes," she finally said, "Come in." Even over the intercom she sounded nervous. The door opened. Her apartment was laid out comfortably, but the first thing that struck me was the total lack of any furniture for humanoids. That told me one of two things... either she was species supremacist, which seemed damned unlikely considering Academy review policies... or she had guests. Ever. She was nowhere to be seen; a minute passed before she stepped out of the bedroom wearing a purple-lame' robe tied briefly about her waist. "What can I do for you, sir?" "You can drop the 'sir,' for one thing, Miss Tazal. This is a social visit." I had expected the announcement to make her feel at ease; after all, I was a superior officer, and we had worked together recently, so my carrying bad news was always possible. Instead, the opposite happened. She stood stock still for a second, then began to fidget nervously. "A social visit?" "Yeah," I said, not sure myself where to go with this conversation, other than to bluster through with my original plan. "I'm throwing a party in three days. Commander Hawkwind and I will be the hosts, although we wish you to understand that Miss Hawkwind will be in her regular position of comfort where I am concerned." I smiled to myself at that wording. "Anyway, Kathy and I would like you to attend." Rianna blinked. "Uhm... I don't know." "Why not?" I asked. "May I have a seat?" "Huh? Oh, sure... Sorry there's no human furniture." I immediately decided that Miss Tazal was not a supremacist of any kind. I wondered about her, whether I should feel sad for her or not. I took a seat on one of the elongated 'taur benches. "I don't think I will." "Why not?" I asked again, this time to a different statement. "It'll be fun. You can dress up and socialize." "I don't like to socialize," she muttered, turning away to wander into her kitchen space. "I won't have a good time." "You can't stay in your cabin for an entire four years, Rianna." "Why not?" she asked angrily as she opened her cooler. "It's Tria, by the way." "What?" "Standard Felinzi construct, Father. Teh-Rianna. I prefer Trianna or just Tria." "Trianna's pretty. May I call you that?" She shrugged again. "I suppose. Probably the only pretty thing on me." "That's ridiculous," I said. "You're quite beautiful." "I am not," she growled loudly. "I'm a feline... lost in the crowd on this ship. Nothing special there. I'm a Ssphynx, a 'taur... if I were male I'd have no problem, there are hundreds of people out there who like big penises. But I'm not male, and the few male Ssphynxes on board, well... None of them really interest me, or seem interested in me. And a humanoid-- " she looked back along the length of her more animal half and sighed. "I bet you just take one look at me and you wonder where to begin. Probably afraid I'm so big you'll fall out or something. And I'm fat." "Is that why you hide behind glasses when you're on duty?" "Those things?" She laughed darkly. "No, those are my PADD." "Oh!" I said, hitting myself on the head with the palm of my hand. "Stupid me. You get your data that way?" I asked. She nodded. "Old- fashioned, aren't you?" "I like them that way." Still, in the back of my mind I thought that they made a good excuse for her to wear some sort of mask. "Trianna... I'm interested in you." She looked back at me quizzically. "No, really," I said. "I think you're very beautiful, and if you don't take MY word for it, who are you going to trust?" She looked up at me suddenly, a small stream of milk dripping off one corner of her mouth. "You mean that?" "I mean that," I said assuredly. "I want you to come to this party. It's not going to be Alanailen, really, but Kathy will be spending it on her knees." Trianna nodded silently. "Father..." "Trianna... call me Ken. Please. I don't want to spend the duration of this voyage being fawned over by people who are probably ten or even thirty generations removed from me." "Is thirty generations possible?" she asked. "Lance?" "I have a limited database, I'm afraid," Lance replied. "I only possess the direct genealogical records of crew members, rather than Halloran Eldar's prodigious memory. The greatest genealogical depth on board is sixteen, Ken." "And Trianna's?" "Trianna has a maximum depth of seven, and a minimum of two." "Two?" I asked. "Yes. Trianna's father's mother is a Tleil." "Wow," I said, turning back to Trianna. "Okay, so you're not that far removed from me," I apologized, smiling. "Still doesn't mean you should fall on your knees for me. So... Are you coming to the party?" She nodded slowly. "I guess." "You guess?" "I still don't think I'm going to be very interested, or have anyone chase after me." I sighed. "Trianna, just come to the party. I think you'll have a good time." She nodded, finally. "Okay. I'll be there." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I requisitioned the Viewport recreation area and the unsambo across the hall. The second was converted into a dungeon. That was motif for the night; I honestly hadn't expected for anyone to actually use any of the hardware; the only Alanailen I knew on board of any strength were Aaden, Kathy and I. So rather than a "real" dungeon space, I'd taken the hardware Aaden had brought with him and made it... silly. Big steel manacles where I normally use leather or naylon, things like that. As the party wound down, it became more and more obvious to me that those still hanging around were actually intrigued by the equipment that I had arranged in the darkened dungeon and party area. "What is this for?" and "You don't really use that on people, do you?" For all the times I said 'no' to a question, there was another question to which I had to say 'yes.' For some reason, I enjoy this part of the evening. I enjoy being an educator, but I've always known that; I also teach classes onboard ship in my spare time. Trianna hovered uncomfortably on the edge of the party, looking like she might break at any second. I wasn't surprised when I looked up one time and she was gone. I didn't see her again for the rest of the evening. She had retreated. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I sighed after a long day of teaching duties, tossing my PADD onto one of two couches in the living room, settled down on the couch opposite and said "Lance, I'd like an iced cinnamon tea." There was barely a pause when the drink appeared at on the table closest to my right hand. "Thank you," I said. "Commander?" Lance asked, interrupting my attempted lack of train of thought. "There's a request for your attention on my queue." "From who?" "Ensign Rianna Tazal." That made me open my eyes and look up. "Really?" "I do not lie deliberately, sir." "I know that. Is she home?" "She is in her cabin, yes. The request states that she would like to visit you in yours." "Then, by all means, tell her she's welcome to come over anytime she wants to." "She is already on her way." I waited quietly for her to arrive, sipping my tea thoughtfully. I told Lance to let her in as soon as she got here, so I wasn't surprised when the door opened and she padded in quietly on her four catfeet. "Hello, Trianna." She was nervously silent for a few moment, looking around my cabin and collecting her thoughts. "Take a seat on the couch. Go ahead, it won't bite you." She nodded quickly and accepted the couch I had offered, brushing my PADD aside as she did so. "So," I said. "What brings you here? You disappeared from the party last week so quickly." "Ken..." she began, swallowing nervously. "If I tell you something, do you promise not to laugh?" I thought about it. "I promise to try not to." She nodded and began. "When I was sixteen years old, I moved out of my house like I was expected to. But I found that I really couldn't do anything; I always felt sort of... lost. I always felt that, without some kind of structure around me that I was wasting my energy just making decisions. "I went to university instead; I took up fusion technologies as a vocational credit, along with a physics major. And that really worked; for a long time I knew where I had to be a certain time, I knew what I was going to eat because the cafeteria released their schedules in advance, and I knew when I had to sleep. I knew exactly what I had to produce, and I did that well." She sighed softly. "Then I joined the Fleet. Because I had figured out what I was-- I was an institutional person. I worked well only when I was part of the organization. And my decision to be that has worked for me all the time; I've always been happy in the Fleet, knowing what it is I have to do, where I have to apply myself, things like that." "That explains a few things," I said. "Explains? What do you mean?" "Kathy and I looked at your public records; I was surprised to see that you joined the fleet so young. Now I understand why. You're intelligent enough to understand what you need, and when you figured that part out, you went for it full-out." She nodded. "There's a 'but' here," I observed. She nodded again. There was a long silence between us, and I finally decided to take the tack I'd been avoiding using. "Trianna, tell me about it." "Socializing." The word came out as a blurt, almost one single noise rather than an intelligent word. "It's one of those things not even the Fleet regiments-- it's so fluid and uncertain. I can't do it." "Like at the party?" She nodded. "You saw my cabin, and I saw the look on your face. I never have friends over because I don't have any friends. You heard me rant and rave about how unattractive I think I am, and no matter how many times I tell myself that other people disagree with that thought, I'm sure I'm lying to myself. "Ken, I want the freedom to be out; I want to feel free to walk around. But I can't... I'm so afraid to." She stopped to collect her thoughts. "I can't even believe I'm here talking to you like this." She slipped off the couch and knelt down completely on the floor, her belly pressed to it. Like that, she crawled the short distance over to me and reached her hands out. Bewildered, I took them in mine. "Ken... " She laughed nervously. "I'm calling you that because I want to talk to you, not to something other people think you are. I have to keep reminding myself of what I'm here for." She closed her eyes and clenched her hands, reflexively. "What?" I asked. "I need a protector. I need someone who'll make me feel safe enough to face the rest of the world. I need a... what do you call it at Rhysh?" She paused for a moment, then blurted out "I want a... a master." I suddenly realized what she was driving at. And I realized, too, that she had the right concept, but the wrong definition. I smiled and said "Not exactly." "Huh?" she asked. "Trianna, you don't want a master. You're not equipped, really, to be a slave. At least, not in the long run. What you want, Trianna, is properly called a daddy. And I know just the person to be your daddy." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "So you want to be my little girl?" Kathy asked quietly, looking at Trianna as she knelt on the carpet. "Yes, Daddy," Trianna responded as I had told her to. Kathy flashed me a wide and soft smile. "Then come here, child," Kathy responded. I sat in a chair opposite where they were talking, watching quietly. Trianna padded over slowly to Kathy and knelt down again. "Put your head in my lap." Trianna obeyed, willingly. "Tria, tell me what my little girl wants from her Daddy." "I want Daddy to protect me. To tell me right from wrong, to decide for me who's good for me and who's bad for me. To teach me how to decided those things for myself. I want you to play with me when I'm good, and to punish me when I'm bad." "Do you want your Daddy to love you?" Kathy asked, concerned. "Only if Daddy wants to. I want to be loved, but if Daddy doesn't love me I'll understand." Kathy nodded, still looking none-to-reassured. "Trianna, you see that door over there?" she said, pointing towards my bedroom. "Go wait in there, would you?" Trianna looked up, her eyes wide and wet. Kathy cooed softly, "Daddy will call you when we're done talking. Okay?" Trianna nodded, rising and walking back to the bedroom as Kathy had ordered. When the door closed behind her, I looked back at Kathy. "What do you think?" In a voice I found surprisingly lustful, Kathy said "I want her." Bemused, I replied "She wants you." "What do you think?" Kathy asked, returning my query. "I think that, if you want her, you've got a tough job ahead of you. She said 'I want to grow up.' Well, not in so many words, but that was one of the implications. She wants you to help her. That's unusual in Daddy relationships between women, you know." Kathy shook her head. "I've been a slave, I've been a top, I've been a sadist, I've been a masochist. I've never really had to look into being a Master or a Daddy. I mean, sure, I went to a class on it once, but that was a long time ago in a castle far, far away, and that was just out of curiosity." I thought about it for a long time. "She's willing to take punishment if you feel it's necessary." "I'm sure it will be," Kathy smiled. "And if she turns out to have a serious streak of masochism in her, well..." "Yeah," I smiled, "I know. So..." I said quietly. Kathy stood up and walked over to the SDisk delivery cabinet. "Lance, you know the niobium steel link chain in my office, the one with the lock? Can you send that one to me, or a replica?" "The original will be easier." "I'd like it, please." She turned around to show me a very traditional light chain collar gleaming with a strange, blue reflective light. "Do you think she'll like it?" "I think she'll love it." "Trianna!" Kathy shouted aloud suddenly. "Come here!" The Ssphynx padded out quietly, her head bowed and silent. "Y- yes?" she asked nervously. "How do you address me, child?" Kathy warned. "Yes, Mistress?" Trianna tried, even more nervously. "Try again." "Yes, Daddy?" Trianna said. Kathy grinned. "Very good. Now look up; you're my child, you're supposed to be proud of that fact. Take a deep breath, straighten up. Good girl. Now I want you to answer some questions very carefully. I want you to think about them. Do you understand?" "Yes, Daddy!" Trianna said, the joy in her voice unmistakable. "Good. Now, these shouldn't be that hard. Trianna, we're sort of going to play this fifty-fifty. You're going to be my little girl, but I'm going to sometimes be your Mistress too. Do you understand that? You will always call me 'Daddy' in private, but our relationship is going to be more than that. Can you handle that?" "I think so. I don't know." "Good answer," Kathy admitted. "Trianna, have you ever had sex with a female before?" There wasn't a moment's pause before the Ssphynx admitted "I've never had sex with anyone before." That made me sit up straight. Kathy, too. "How about masturbation?" Trianna smiled. "I've done that, a lot." Kathy laughed softly. "You really are a lost child, aren't you? Okay, Tria, do you think you could have sex with a fem?" Trianna nodded slowly. "Trianna, if I ordered you to do something you didn't want to do, what would happen?" "Something I would call safeword on, or just something icky?" Kathy shot me another smile. "Good answer again," Kathy said again. She reached into the pocket of her uniform jacket and pulled out the chain. "Stand still, Trianna." Kathy slowly put the chain around the beautiful Ssphynx's neck and locked it in place. Then Trianna slumped forward, every muscle in her body seemingly giving way for her to fall forward against Kathy. Kathy caught her, but only just in time to lose her own balance and fall back onto the couch. Trianna followed Kathy's fall and ended up with her head in Kathy's lap. "Trianna!" Kathy said as soon as she had a breath to say it with. "I'm still here," Trianna replied softly. She cried as she said it. "Are you okay?" "Oh, Daddy... I'm so glad you decided to take me in!" Trianna said, still crying where she lay with her head in Kathy's lap. "Thank you, Daddy, thank you." Kathy petted Trianna's head lovingly. "It's what you wanted, child. You belong to me now, Trianna." "I know," Trianna breathed. "Thank you, Daddy." Kathy squirmed softly in her seat. I recognized that gesture. "Trianna, look at me." Trianna looked up at Kathy. "Trianna, unclasp my pants." Trianna reached down and fumbled with Kathy's uniform, figuring out the clasp that held the pants shut and opening it up. "Now take them off." Trianna grasped them by the waistband, slowly peeling them off. Kathy pulled her own shirt off. For me, the most immediate effect of all this was an erection; Kathy is still a very beautiful woman, with long, blonde hair and large breasts, a narrow waist but comfortable hips. Sitting naked as she was and giving this equally lovely Ssphynx orders was more than one man should be asked to bear; I was glad I was still fully clothed. "Kiss me, right... here." Kathy pointed to a spot on her inner thigh about halfway along its length. Trianna slowly bent down and followed the instruction perfectly. "Now, closer up," Kathy ordered. Trianna obeyed. "Closer still." Kathy leaned back against the couch, spreading her legs wider. "Trianna... kiss my mound." Trianna bent down slowly and kissed Kathy's thick patch of fine, blonde pubic curls. Kathy cooed softly, petting Tria's head with one hand. "Good girl," Kathy said, "good girl. Now kiss me again, a little harder." Trianna obeyed again, pressing her muzzle against Kathy's mound and licking delicately. "That's it," Kathy said, "stay there. Lick me again, Trianna." Trianna's soft cattongue touched Kathy's mound again, and as I watched I could see Kathy's lips fill out slowly; watching that happen to her was one of the most fascinating things I'd ever had the pleasure of learning about her. Trianna's licking was certainly encouraging that response from her. "Trianna," Kathy said, "Use your hands to hold my lips open." She obeyed, each of her hands resting on Kathy's thighs and parting her outer labia. "Now look," Kathy said. Trianna pulled her head back slowly. "Trianna," Kathy began, "what do you see?" "I see your... your... " "You can call it my cunt, my vulva, my pussy, my cunny, whatever you want." "Your cunny," Trianna said. Kathy laughed playfully. "Do you think it's pretty?" "Daddy, I think your cunny is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." "Really?" Kathy asked, smiling. "Child, I think your eyes are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. What else do you see there?" "There's this... thing there. Like around my neck. You have a lock on your lips, Daddy." "Do you know who put that there?" "Yes, Daddy. Ken did." "Very good," Kathy said softly. She reached around her neck and unclasped the necklace of silver she wore. At the other end was a key. "Trianna, this is the key for that lock. As my little girl, you're going to carry it everywhere along with your collar, and when I need it, you're going to bring it to me. Do you understand?" "Yes, Daddy," Trianna said seriously. "Trianna... lick your Daddy clean. Unlock me and lick me. And don't stop until I tell you to." Trianna nodded. Fumbling slightly, she slid the lock out from the two small metal inserts in Kathy's flesh that kept the piercing holes open, opening Kathy vaginal passage completely to her access. I wondered why Kathy had done that; the lock was low on her inner labia and didn't block access to her clitoris or urethra at all. I decided that Kathy was relying on the symbolism of it. Trianna put the lock on the couch cushion next to Kathy and bent down again. From where I sat I could see her tail flicking back and forth at high speed, the tip oscillating with nervous energy. I wondered if it moved in time with her tongue. Kathy's hands were on her breasts as she played with her nipples, Trianna's muzzle buried between her legs. Her body shuddered and shook with every orgasm that racked her body, until finally she said "Enough, Trianna! That's enough!" Trianna backed away suddenly, looking concerned. She also looked silly, with Kathy's juices dripping gently from her muzzle. I managed to control my laughter. Kathy slid off the couch until she was kneeling in front of Trianna. She slid her arms around the big cat'taur and hugged her, kissing her muzzle softly and holding her. "You did such a nice thing for your Daddy," Kathy said softly, "I don't know what I can do for you in return." Trianna leaned down and whispered something into Kathy's ear. I wondered what it was, because Kathy's eyes closed for a second, then she nodded; it looked as if Kathy was about to cry this time. "Go, child," I heard Kathy whisper to Trianna. "I'll catch up with you in a moment." Trianna nodded, rose slowly and left. There was wonderful spring to her step that I had no questions about. Kathy grabbed the lock in her hand and crawled over to me to put her head in my lap. I suddenly realized what role I had taken on in this whole thing, even before she said "Damn you, Sir." I stroked her hair softly, caressing her as it cascaded down her back. "What did I do this time, Katherine?" "I think I've lost my heart, Ken," Kathy said. "She's so... beautiful, so perfect, so wanting and innocent." I closed my eyes in my own, momentary pain. "I'm sorry, Kathy." "Don't apologize," she said, barely above a whisper. "There's nothing for you to apologize for, Ken. I always wanted someone who I could understand the way you understood me. I do, with her, I think. She frightens me with her need, though. It's so strong." "So was yours," I said, looking down at her. "You'll be okay with her. I was only a beginning, Kathy; you've learned a lot from your equals, even me." Kathy laughed softly. "I know." She stood up from the floor, and then sat down in my lap, wrapping her arms around me. "Aaden and P'nyssa are so lucky. I love you, Ken." I held her close. "Don't forget how lucky I am to have them, Kathy. I love you, too, y'know. Now then, what did Trianna ask for?" "She wants to sleep at the foot of my bed." "Are you going to let her?" "Yes." I gave Kathy a brief hug in response. "Good luck, Kathy. Take very good care of her; you've got a fragile young girl depending on you for nearly everything. Don't abuse that." "Do you think I should see Chief Psychologist M'Vahn about this?" Kathy asked. I pondered. "Yes," I said finally. "You're fulfilling a powerful and purposeful maturation role in Trianna's life, but I definitely think you want someone not attached to the situation to give you suggestions. Especially here." Kathy nodded. She stood up slowly, groaning softly as she did so. "I need sleep." "What about Trianna?" "I'll have to find her and we'll have to talk more. As adult to adult." I nodded. She dressed quickly as I watched, then walked towards the door. As it opened I stopped her. "Kathy!" She turned. "Kathy," I continued, "You're not just a top all the time. You started out as a bottom, and you return there once in a while. Like just a few minutes ago. When the time comes again, do you think you could bottom to Trianna?" Kathy bit her lip softly. I continued, "When the time comes, Kathy, do you think Trianna could make a good top?" Kathy smiled. "To that one, I can answer a definite 'yes.' Which means, logically, that I can answer 'yes' to the first question too." "That's all, Kathy." "Yes, sir!" she said, half seriously, half mockingly. "Goodnight, Ken." "Bye, love. See you tomorrow." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Reunion, Part 8 Journal Entry 153 / 00918 Elenya, Cerim 06, 00918 Garth awoke slowly to light filtering in through the thin material of his tent. The sounds of birds accompanied the morning insects in a light if chaotic sort of sonata. He rolled over, taking care not to disturb... who was it today? Kiza. She moved, very slightly, as he eased himself out of his sleeping sack and crawled out into the morning air. Looking across the small, rocky clearing he saw that Skii's tent was still closed and it's occupant still enclosed. He felt the urgent need of his bladder and stepped down the slope a couple of meters off the trail and relieved himself. Then, walking back to collect his boots, he stopped to look around. From where he stood two geological features were most apparent. The first was Marbletop Ridge, a low hill, projecting at most twenty meters above sea level, that ran the shore of the Vinyare' Sea for as long as his eyes could make out features. The other was the Rocchodain Mountain Ridge, the geologically young and dramatic collection of mountains that, less then thirty kilometers from Marbletop, ran the same path from Pendor North to Pendor South. Garth had learned early on that Pendorians thought of North and South in terms of their sun because on a ringworld, especially one so electromagnetically maintained as Pendor was, such "magnetic" terms were pointless. Garth had been shocked to learn that Pendor was not "geologically stable." But his reading on the spaceflight had said as much; while Pendor did not possess "lava" in its understructure, the ferrofluidic (it really used suspended neodymuim crystals, but the "iron" technical term for a magnetically susceptible fluid stuck, much like the phrase "surgical steel" is used for substances which are these days primarily ceramic) 'base' of Pendor, which among other things provided large-scale climate control, also provided a constant, geological 'ebb and flow' to the surface of Pendor, in some places causes land masses to shift as much as a centimeter a year! The book he had been reading explained that the measure was necessary to prevent Pendor from becoming "a flat land of eroded sand" during it's many millions of years of evolutionary control. But as he looked out over the beautiful, mist-shrouded valley, even as the mist broke up under the hammer of summer sunlight overhead, he appreciated this massive construction effort for what it was... an effort to keep mountains young and beautiful. Old mountains had their place in a world, but once he knew what they were, they even looked worn and old. Spectacular constructions like the American Rockies, which were relatively young, held his attention. A birdcry made him jerk his head around, and he saw what was either an eagle or a falcon carrying some small rodent in its beak. He smiled, wondering if a Neorat would feel any empathy. As a Katckin, he was pleased to be able to say that he had no prejudice against Neorats, no matter what the popular literature might imply on the subject. "Good morning!" Skii's voice interrupted him, and he turned and smiled at the naked Felinzi. Skii was completely shameless, more then anyone else he had ever met. While at times Skii's antics had made his whiskers droop, at other times, he admitted, it made his erection rise. He had never been serious about playing with males before; the last two times had really been moments of convenience, not attraction, and while he still found himself much more attracted to Kiza (or any female, for that matter), repeated contact with Skii's gleeful mannerisms and skilled sexuality had made him appreciate males more then ever before. "Good morning!" he replied in kind. "You sound alive this morning!" "Oh, I am! I am!" Skii scratched at his chest and then, almost unconsciously, at his crotch. "It's a beautiful day out, not a cloud in the sky. We should be home by eleven or so. What do you think? A good time to get home?" "Fine with me." "Well, let's wake Kiza up and get rolling," Skii said. "I'm awake! Don't you dare do anything, you two!" Skii laughed. "Well, I guess that takes care of that little problem. In any event, we really should get moving. So come on, Kiza, get out and take your leak and eat your breakfast bar. There's a lot of mountain and fifteen klick of road ahead of you today." "I'm coming, I'm coming." Kiza crawled out of her tent and blinked into the summer sunlight. "It's bright." "It's summer. You said so yourself just a week ago, and every day since," Skii pointed out. "If you want winter, well, there are other sections of the ring you can travel to where the insulation is much thinner." Kiza shook her head. "That's okay. I keep forgetting that PST is aligned not only with GMT but also with Terra's Northern Hemisphere in terms of seasonal climate." "Used to be," Skii pointed out. "We lose a second or two every year. It's finally caught up with us. We're almost half an hour behind." Garth nodded, then shrugged. "Makes no difference. Has Shardik thought about altering the rotational speed of the ring to make up the difference?" "Are you nuts?" Skii asked. "Well, I imagine he's thought about it. But think about the sheer number of pendular and other mechanisms that would be altered by even a minuscule change. No, Pendor's rotational speed has not altered by one hundred thousandth in over six million years. And there's a reason for that." Garth nodded. "I kinda figured." "Now, altering Terra's speed, that's different." "What?" "Just kidding." Skii laughed as Kiza returned from wherever she had disappeared to. Together the three of them picked up their tents and supplies and packed them away. "This way!" the Felinzi shouted, and down the mountainside he went in leaps and bounds. "Idiot," Kiza said. "He'll burn up kilocalories doing that, and if he hurts himself the Shatha will probably kill him trying to put him back together again." She took a bite of the fourth highly dense breakfast bar she had dug into that morning. Garth was starting to appreciate just how much food it took to keep a Pendorian "running." Most of the ones who led any sort of active life seemed to eat almost constantly, or at least voraciously when they had an opportunity. It seemed to be a major, or at least significant, drawback. But the lovely day drew his attention back and he wished, idly, that he could whistle as humans did as he walked down the meandering but always-headed-downwards path that eventually bottomed out in a small gutter, on the other side of which was the Spinward March. To his left would be Rocchodain, and on his right, Shardik Castle. He knew that this range and the accompanying primordial forests were not the oldest in Pendor, but that didn't matter. Nothing on Terra conveyed the sense of antiquity and isolation that this narrow ribbon of green of stone managed to say. Skii leaned over and whispered in Garth's ear, "They say that sometimes Pardalets come down from the southern part of the mountain range, especially when they learn to enjoy the taste of sentient flesh." "Wha... What's a Pardalet?" "It's a small feline. They don't get much bigger then around 15 kilograms. But they hunt in packs of six or more, and like the Pamthreats, they make telepathic hunting gestalts." He grinned, then hit Garth on the arm playfully. "I'm just giving you a hard time, Garth. There's been only one Pardalet attack on a sentient in all of recorded history." Garth nodded, swallowing his fear. "But that means that they have attacked. And there's always room for a second occasion." Skii shrugged and laughed. "You're paranoid. Don't worry about it. They attacked a child." Much to Skii's amusement, Garth spend most of the day scanning the treeline, fearful of an attack. Just as the trees parted and the rising wall of the eastern face of Marbleridge came into view, Skii said "You know, there's a better chance of a wolfpack attacking a walker along this part of the march then there is of pardalets." He laughed. "We get wolf reports about once a year." "And you didn't warn me?" "Come on. Once a year is nothing. Nobody ever actually gets killed by those things. Usually the wolves have just had the bad sense to set up a pack's perimeter within reach of the road, and the sentients and the wolves get to alpha each other around." He laughed as if enjoying the idea. They walked through the long, dark tunnel that led into the Lagoon area of Shardik Castle. Garth recognized the two people lying on the sand under the shade of one of the peculiar blue palm trees that lined the southernmost wall of the lagoon crater. "Furry! Kolya!" "Garth!" They both jumped up and ran towards him, their arms wide. Both of them were smiling. "It's so good to see you!" Nickolai said, hugging his old friend as they collided. Garth stepped back and examined Nickolai. "You got sunburned." Nickolai shrugged. "It happens when you walk all day in the sun." "Guess you should have worn some sunscreen," Garth laughed. "You look red. Let's get you into the shade. I don't want to make your burn any worse." They retired indoors to the third floor of the Castle, a small common room that lined the western wall and faced out over the ocean. Nickolai recounted his tale of his trip through the Hall and Garth caught Nickolai up on his adventures with Kiza and Skii. "More like misadventures." "Something wrong?" Nickolai said. "Ehhh." Garth waved his hand flat before him. "It's not like I'm not enjoying myself. It's just that both of them are, well... It's hard to say. Pushy, I guess." "I could have told you that about Kiza," Furry admitted. "She gets like that when she thinks she's got something. And Skii is just competition." "He's worse in some ways. He knows he's not going to have me around for long, so he's trying to get in as much as he can. It's not such a bad thing. Kinda fun, really. Just wish it didn't all feel so hectic." Garth sighed. "I guess that's the biggest thing. I mean, come on, Nickolai, I used to whack off to things like this back when we were in Redbridge. Now it's real and I'm getting burned out." Furry reached over and pulled Garth towards her. He startled, surprised, then allowed her to hug him tightly. He laughed softly as he wrapped his arms around hers. "You know, that's the really surprising part." "What is?" Furry asked as she let him go. "You two. I've actually missed you two. I... Kiza and Skii are just company, you know, just 'fun.' Nickolai's been my roommate for almost two years now and he's sorta like family. And he's talked about you so much I think that you're part of the family too." Furry nodded. "Thanks." "So," Nickolai said quietly, "What are you gonna do?" "I don't know. I mean, I don't want to get into the politics. It makes sense for me to walk the Hall, Nickolai, it really does. But I just don't know." "Why does it make sense, though?" "Because it does. I mean, look at this place. As much as I hate to admit it, this is the center of the universe as far as we know. We don't have a thing that matches up to the power of Pendor. It's time we realized that evolution points us in this direction." Furry shook her head. "I don't agree. I think Pendor's solution is one direction for evolution. But at this point to say it's the direction is foolish." She sat back in her chair. "Listen. I'm an archeologist and my specialty is end-time cultures. Well, that's what I'm studying at any rate. But to classify a cultural period as 'end-time' is a bit unfair because the culture doesn't just vanish usually; it breaks up into lots of smaller cultures that don't fall back all the way to the state the original one was in when it started." She stopped to collect her thoughts. "All I'm saying is, Terra fell apart about six centuries ago. You know it and I know it. We live so long, though, that it's taken us this long to figure it out. Pendor's just one of the many lines that, culturally, Terra took on it's long, slow rise out of the gravity well." "So..." Garth said, looking puzzled. "What are the others?" "Who knows? Pendor is steeped in rationalism. There are planets obsessed now with monoculturalism. Take a look at the 'Empire' with its blatant racism. You and I think it's funny, but really it isn't. That stupid argument about food imports a few years back is a great example; when they had a famine we offered them grain support but they refused it. Because, they said, their stomachs were different and wouldn't accept our food. And all for their pride they let their population starve." Furry shook her head. "Of course, they could care less about most of their population." Garth knitted his eyebrows together, his whiskers twitching. "I don't scan. What does this mean to me? Should I walk the Hall or not?" "That's still up to you," Furry said, putting her hands in the air. "I guess it comes down to, would it be the best thing for you to do," Nickolai added. "Think about it, Garth. What are the benefits and disadvantages?" Garth propped his head up in his hand, chin to palm. "Hmm. We've been over this before. About the only disadvantages I can think of are that I would need more to eat. That and I'd lose a couple of days of vacation time." Nickolai laughed. "You're always so practical, Garth. Think about it that way. You were good to me two years ago. I guess it's time you thought about what was good for yourself." Garth nodded. "I'm trying not to add in all the little things about Kiza and Skii and Pendor in general that bother me. From an external view, I can't see a reason not to." "Tell Ken," Nickolai said. "He'll want to know. You're his guest now." "And what are you?" Nickolai looked out the window. In the reflection, Garth could see he was smiling. "I'm family." "You're what?" "I guess I'm family. I... " Nickolai sighed, looking abashed but still smiling. "I'm accepted here. And you know what? It doesn't mean anything to me. It makes me feel good to have a place to go to, but it's not really the important part. What is important is that I have Furry." She turned and smiled at him as he said it. "Thanks." "What?" he said. "It's true. I used to think, a long time ago, that I wanted you. Then I realized Ken Shardik wanted to know me and I got all starry-eyed and... and it took me a long time to realize that doesn't matter nearly as much as you do. I love you." She slid an arm around him and pulled him to her. "I love you too. And I'm glad you feel that way." She turned to Garth and held out one hand, gesturing in a 'come hither' sort of way. He rose and fell into her arms, and she hugged him tightly, holding him against her and Nickolai, and then she kissed his nose. "You're neat, Garth. I won't tell you to never change, but when you do, try and retain your neatness." Surprised, he took a moment to find something to say. Finally he settled on the familiar. "Thanks, Furry." "You're welcome. Now go tell Ken. You still need to tell him." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "You're serious about this?" Shardik asked him. He nodded. "I thought about it for a long time, and I got Nickolai and Jofuran's advice. I... No offense to your household, Ken, but I don't think Skii's a great adviser for life-changing decisions." "No, he isn't," Ken agreed wryly, standing up and looking out the plate glass windows that formed the doors of his porch. Beyond, the curving surface of the Vinyare Sea glistened. "You know," Ken said, "I used to worry that the Vinyare would be black and unfriendly. From the center, everything in a ring gets reflected back upwards. I keep forgetting about winds and waves." He turned around. "You should do that, too, Garth. Remember the winds and the waves." He pointed out over the ocean. "They make what could have been lifeless vibrant." He shook his head. "Sorry, I get strangely philosophical." He sat down in a wooden chair and crossed his legs. "Garth, no matter which choice you make, you'll have to live with yourself and your decisions. I can't make them for you. I try not to make them for anyone." Garth nodded. "I'm going to do it." "Morphing off." It was not a question. "Yes, sir. Morphing off." "Dave, run Garth through the usual options. See to it that he's fully prepared for tomorrow." "Of course," the AI replied calmly. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "So the decision is done," Nickolai observed calmly, taking a bite of salad with his fork and chewing thoughtfully. With his mouth full he said a muffled "Congratulations." "Don't congratulate me before its done," Garth said. "I might back out." "You won't," Furry replied softly. "I have faith in you." "That sounds weird, coming from you. 'I have faith.'" "What?" Furry said. "It's true. I don't have religion. 'Faith' may be a religious word, but it's also a personal one. I have faith in you as a person, Garth." Garth understood what she meant, but still felt slightly uneasy. He looked around the Castle rooftop at the assembled diners for the evening meal. He had learned the names of most of them in the past couple of days and felt more at ease with the denizens of Shardik Castle. He wondered if that was a permanent thing. "Furry?" Kiza's voice pulled his eyes up until he was looking at her. She was looking down at Furry however. "Yeah?" "Could I... could I talk to you?" Kiza's voice halted and started, sounding more than a little fitful. Furry smiled and said "Sure. Be right back, you guys." She stood up and the two of them walked away, disappearing behind some of the smaller trees that occupied the eastern face of the rooftop garden. "What do you suppose that's all about?" Garth asked. "Furry mentioned earlier that she felt bad about the way she and Kiza broke up. It bothers me too." Nickolai put his plate aside and leaned back against a large rock. Garth thought he looked oddly peaceful. He felt at ease himself, despite his own big adventure tomorrow. "I mean, on the one hand I do understand that they agreed a long time ago that this was a temporary arrangement. On the other, I don't like the idea of leaving anyone in a lurch." Garth nodded. "I haven't been very good for her. I'm going home soon too." "We all are, in our own ways. Or, we're already there. In any case, Kiza feels like she's being left behind." "How do you feel about her?" "About Kiza?" Nickolai asked. "Good question. I've never been jealous of her, and I'm proud of that fact. I believed Jofuran when she told me where her loyalties lay. God, I hate wording it that way. There's got to be a better way to describe this." "Try," Garth urged. "She's... Well, Kiza's a little less mature than Furry, a little impetuous. She's very pretty, but I've already got my interests firmly assigned to Furry." He laughed. "Aside from that, I don't know. I'd like to know her as a friend. She's Furry's friend, at any rate." "They're coming back," Garth said, noticing the two fems walking down the stone path. Furry spoke first. "Listen, Garth, tomorrow you're going to be walking the Great Hall, and almost as soon as you come back you're leaving for Terra again. Kiza and I are, well, I guess we're friends again, although I don't see why we ever thought otherwise." "It's called jealousy and it happens to the best of us," Kiza said. "I guess," Furry shrugged. "Anyway, I guess I want to ask you, both of you, if you wanted to spend the night together. All four of us, just sorta being friendly and getting along." "And making love?" Nickolai asked. "That could happen," Furry admitted, smiling and kissing Nickolai softly. "If you want it to." "I want," Nickolai replied. "Garth?" Garth glanced at Kiza, then at Furry, then at Nickolai. "I... Sure, I guess." "Then it's settled," Furry said. "Before we retire for the night, though, there's a game going on down at the sand. Ken and someone named Kori put it together. It's called Ultimate, and I have no idea what it's about. It's apparently the big thing tonight." "Sounds good," Nickolai agreed, standing up and brushing off his pants. "You two coming?" "In a minute," Garth said. "Kiza, could you stay behind for a moment?" She nodded, smiling. When Furry and Nickolai had departed, Kiza sighed. "Whew. Feel like I'm playing musical chairs." "What's that?" "Children's game," Kiza said. "You run around a circle of chairs, one for every person, and while music plays the referee removes one chair. When the music stops, everyone rushes to sit down. The one without a chair is eliminated, until there's only one person left." "Oh," Garth said. "Who's been eliminated from this round?" "I think Skii," Kiza said. "Huh?" "He said earlier that he didn't feel comfortable. He appreciated that you were really not interested in boys all that much." "What?" Garth said. "Damn, I was starting to like him." "You were?" "Yes!" Garth insisted. "I mean, it took me a while to get comfortable, but I really did like him. I was really starting to enjoy being with him, even sleeping with him." "You should tell him that. He thought you were turning away from him." Garth swore under his breath. "I will. Anyway, Kiza... Do you really want to do this tonight." She nodded, her head bobbing rapidly. "Why?" "I... I wondered if you were maybe using this as a chance to get at Furry one last time. I feel a little useless here, like a fifth wheel or something." "You know, Garth, I felt the same way." Garth waited for an explanation, and so she continued. "There's something about the way you and Nickolai just sorta walked into this together that, to me at least, makes it very obvious that both Nickolai and Furry like you a lot, and I was feeling left out. I'm glad Furry asked me first. It made me feel better. I feel thought about." "Wow," Garth admitted. "They took you into their counsel before they did me," Kiza pointed out. "They were giving me advice, not the other way around." "Still," Kiza said. "It did feel a little strange." "Come on," Garth said, smiling. "Let's go to that game." Kiza nodded. Garth stood, then helped Kiza to stand up as well. As they walked, Garth said, "Kiza... I'm walking the Hall tomorrow. I know you know that already, but I wanted to let you know that I really care for you and I'm glad you've been my friend for the past couple of days." "My pleasure, Garth." Ultimate, Garth was to learn, was a Terran-invented game similar to basketball or soccer, involving a glowing white disc and glowing team shirts of two different colors so that they could tell each other apart in the almost-dark. It was an ideal game for sandy environments like the beach where the average ball would have neither bounced nor rolled anywhere. Watching it played by Pendorians was something more dramatic than he anticipated. From the dodging of Mustelids and Markals to the dramatic running of Centaurs trying not to crush their friends, the game's tide turned and turned again with frantic throws and the occasional need for someone to jump into the ocean and recover the disc. The rules were few and easily explained, and after watching only a few minutes he found himself joining Nickolai and the two fems in the middle of what could only be described as a friendly brawl. Everyone was mindful of him, being the only Terran and therefore regarded as somewhat more fragile then the rest of the combatants. Still, he was more than a little frightened when Karin, the six-legged feline beast who had frightened him earlier on the trip, leapt over his head to snap the disc in her jaws and then toss it easily to a teammate of hers. More than once he found himself in the direct path of a hurtling Centaur or Ssphynx, or bowled over accidentally by an Uncia. By the time the game was called over, Garth felt that he had collected enough bruises to last himself an entire lifetime. He mentioned that to Ken. Ken laughed. "Then count yourself lucky that a new one starts tomorrow, Garth. Although in your case we don't have to consider that the old one ends tonight." Placing his hand on Garth's shoulder he said, "You're a good person, Garth. You have your place in the world." "I hope so," Garth admitted. "I know so," Ken agreed. "Come on, let's head in. I need a shower and then some sleep." A few of the people nearby groaned their agreements, and everyone filtered through the great crack in to rock back towards the lagoon and Shardik Castle. In threes and fours they jumped into the water of the lagoon, taking the submerged SDisk back to Shardik Castle. Garth found the water invigorating, and swam in the lagoon casually for a few minutes before heading indoors. He wasn't alone in this, either. He felt frustrated that he hadn't seen Skii all night. After SDisking into Shardik Castle, he walked down the hallway to Nickolai and Jofuran's room. Feeling a little apprehensive, he checked his appearance in one of the reflective surfaces of the dining hall before stepping up to their door. It opened. "Hi!" The voice was Skii's. He waved from the chair where he sat. Across from him Nickolai, Furry and Kiza were all cuddled closely on the couch. Skii bounced up and hugged him tightly. "I'm glad you told Kiza what you did. I was feeling a little hurt." "You did bother me a little with that tale of the pardalet." "Sorry," Skii said. "I was just having a little fun. I didn't mean to be cruel about it." "It's forgotten," Garth agreed, holding his arms out to pull Skii into a hug. Skii fell in gratefully. "So," Nickolai said, "Who's in the mood for what?" "Is this officially an orgy?" Garth asked, laughing. "I don't think so," Kiza said. "At any rate, I don't want to have an orgy. I really want to just go to bed and cuddle." "Skii?" Skii yawned wide. "Riao. Just mentioning the word 'bed' makes me tired." Jofuran agreed. The five of them made their way downstairs, where they took their turns at the bathroom. Garth suddenly appreciated that the bed was more than big enough to hold all five of them. He thought that three more human-sized figures could have probably slept alongside them; the bed was simply huge. He also appreciated that Nickolai was the largest among the five of them and at 170cms he was only of average height for a human. Having had the privilege of using the bathroom first, he was also the first to get into that enormous bed. Furry slid in beside him, her leg brushing his as she kicked her way under the covers. "Hi," she said, giggling. "Hi yourself." "Have you ever done anything like this before?" "Not in my wildest dreams," Garth admitted. "Garth?" Furry said softly. "I want to tell you something. I have had one fantasy since hearing about you in Nickolai's letters. Well, one that didn't involve only Nickolai. I want you to know that everyone is going to be wanting our attention. Skii and Kiza will be wanting you and Nickolai and Kiza will be wanting me, and, well... I think it would be very... kinky... if this kittyKatckin made love to this mouse." Garth's mouth gaped, and Furry reached up and touched his lower jaw with one finger. She slid forward to him, her chin raised. Still stunned, Garth barely knew how to react when the tip of her muzzle touched his. He finally got enough thoughts in line to kiss her back, letting his tongue touch hers. She whimpered softly, and he felt his confidence become stronger. He knew that any second now Nickolai was going to walk out the bathroom door and find him kissing Furry, and he hoped Furry and Nickolai had discussed this before hand. As his hands touched Furry's soft stomach and brushed against the fur covering her small breasts, he felt the blood rushing in his groin and his erection extending from its sheath. Furry's hands found it almost immediately, and the touch of her hands upon his cock made him suck in breath sharply. Furry's mouth explored the curve of his neck, her hot breath spreading and penetrating his thin coating of fur. Her hand cupped his scrotum as she turned over onto her knees and leaned over to kiss the head of his erect penis. Garth gasped. She turned her head to give him a mischievous half-smile, then slowly took his cock into her mouth. At first she only held the tip in her muzzle, her tongue swirling about it until Garth squirmed and moaned in the intensity of pleasure before he finally groaned "Stop!" She didn't stop, however; instead, she took the rest of his cock into her mouth slowly, and he could feel as every millimeter slid past her teeth and was caressed by her tongue. "Ohhh...." "That's the first time I've ever seen a mouse eat a cat." Nickolai's voice cut through his pleasure like a hot knife, and Garth turned to stare at his roommate. But Nickolai was just standing there, naked, arms crossed and grinning widely. "I said I wouldn't mind, Garth. Enjoy as much as she gives you." "She's wonderful," Garth groaned in agreement. Furry gave no sign of noticing the discussion, instead concentrating on Garth's cock, stroking it with her mouth. Her hands caressed his balls with care, squeezing them just enough to heighten Garth's growing pleasure, and one finger reached between his buttocks and the base of his tail to caress his asshole. Although it had hurt the first time, he had wanted to give back to Skii what Skii did for him, and the second time had been a surprise for him. He had actually enjoyed it. And Furry's finger was just the right stimuli to remind him of that delightful revelation. As he lay his head back against the pillow and allowed Furry her complete freedom, she raised one leg and slowly slid it over his head, coming down. Garth opened his eyes to see her mons only centimeters from his muzzle. Reaching up with both hands, he grasped her buttocks with his hands and slowly pulled her down, her cunny touching his muzzle as tentatively as her kiss had. Cunnilingus was not among the things Garth counted himself as doing well, but he gave Furry the best he could, licking her muskiness and locating her clitoris. Garth knew he had no sense of rhythm, no sense of timing, but he licked her as patiently and slowly as he could. As it was, her cocksucking was making it nearly impossible for him to concentrate. She stopped. "Garth?" she said, raising her head. "Yeah?" She maneuvered away from their head-to-tail position and turned around, her hips above his. She smiled down at him and said "Ready?" "Yes." Slowly, she lowered herself onto his cock, and he could feel the lips of her cunt spread apart to permit him entry into her. Her felt her opening grasp him and slide down the length of his cock, and what had gone past was surrounded in a warm, wet glove of flesh. When they were together, hips to hips, she leaned over and whispered into his ear, "Turn me over, Garth. Fuck me." Garth reached up for her shoulders, pulling her to him. With a kick of his left foot, they turned over and he came out on top of her, between her legs. "Like that?" he said, his voice low. "Like that," she agreed. He held himself up by his lanky arms and began stroking into her cunny, feeling her body shudder with every downstroke. He fucked her gently but continuously. Her hands stroked her breasts, a sight that just turned him on more. Between them his red fur mingled with the grey between her thighs; he could feel her fur slipping along the length of his cock as they made love. Their bodies slapped against each other as he felt his powerful erection swell in anticipation. He knew he couldn't hold off forever. He wondered if he shouldn't come at all; what would Skii and Kiza expect of him? What would Nickolai be expecting of Jofuran after this? He decided it didn't matter; they would understand. Furry began pushing her hips up against him with every push, her hands gripping his shoulders. She began chanting, "Oh, oh, oh..." He understood how she felt. His own breathing was coming in gasps, his hips burning with the effort. His orgasm surprised him; he was used to being able to gauge when it was going to happen, and this time it came out of nowhere with the force of an explosion. One moment he was worrying about how long he could last, the next he was shouting out her name as his body exploded with pleasure. He shuddered and blinked, looking down at her. She was smiling up at him, and then she languidly tossed her arms above her head and laughed. Garth followed the line of her arms, and saw that in one hand she held Nickolai's hand. "Well?" Nickolai asked. "I'll keep you," she said, then looked up at Garth. "No offense, Garth." "None taken at all," Garth said, smiling. A heartbeat pause, and then all three laughed softly. "Thank you, Furry." "You're very welcome," she said. "And thank you, Nickolai." "What can I say?" Nickolai said. "It's hard to deny someone as wonderful as she is. When she asked, do you think I could have said no?" "You could have," Furry said. "I'm glad you didn't." "I am too," Nickolai said. Garth slowly slid himself out of her, the last sensations making him shiver intensely as he did. "That was wonderful." "It certainly was something to watch," Skii said, his hand touching Garth's shoulder and wrapping around his chest. "Enjoy yourself?" "Yeah," Garth said. "I hope you don't expect anything of me after that." "Give it a while," Skii said. "If you're really out of it for the night, well, I can be patient." "Since when?" Nickolai said, tousling Skii's headfur. Skii looked up at Nickolai sharply, a look of realization on his face. "Ohmifah..." "What?" "Nothing," Skii said quickly. Too quickly, Garth thought. "Yeah, Skii, what is it?" Nickolai asked. "Nothing," Skii said, his voice tinting slightly into frustration. "Really. Maybe I'll tell you later." "Okay," Nickolai said. "I'll keep it in mind, though." Skii caressed Garth's chest, touching the root of his cock sometimes. Garth felt something poking him against the base of his tail. "Hello." "What?" "You want to do something with this?" Garth asked, reaching around and grabbing Skii's erection with his hand. Skii shifted left slightly and looked at Garth. "I thought you said you didn't like that." "I hadn't tried it. For you, I guess I'll try." "Really?" Skii sounded surprised, then delighted as he said, "Well, then," and pitched Garth forward onto his stomach. Garth waited for what he knew was next, as Skii coated the shaft of his cock with something slippery and got into position above him. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- He felt Skii's thighs against his as the Felinzi slowly lowered himself on top of him. Garth reached back to touch Skii's thigh with his hand, waiting. "Ready?" Skii asked. "Go gentle." "I will," Skii said, his cock slowly easing forward to touch Garth's asshole. Garth took a deep breath and tried to relax as he felt Skii's cock pressing firmly against his hole. He felt the muscles there tremble slightly, clenching and relaxing reflexively to the invasion that threatened to come. Skii pressed more, and in one of the sudden relaxations the head of his cock slid past Garth's sphincter. Garth felt it as a dull opening and then sucked in a deep breath as Skii penetrated deeply into him. "You okay?" Skii asked. "Yes," Garth said, nodding. The experience was still new to him. He felt surprised at how little embarrassment he felt at his submission to Skii's lust. He was used, just by virtue of being male, at being in the initiative. Skii kissed the back of his neck. "Good." He pulled out slowly, then pressed back in. Garth moaned softly; it actually felt good. He had been surprised at how gently Skii's cock had treated him, and slowly he loosened up and felt himself acclimating to Skii's cock. The thrusting of malehood behind him, pressing into him, caressing his prostate, made his head spin with pleasure. "Skii," he gasped. "Faster." "Wait," Skii said, sliding out of Garth as he did so. "Turn over. I want to see you." Garth turned over, looking up at Skii's grinning muzzle. Skii grasped him under the knees and pressed his knees up to his chest. Garth smiled up at Skii and took over, holding his own legs up and apart, giving Skii easy access to his hole. Skii returned the smile and pressed down, refilling Garth's emptied hole. "I like watching you," Skii said as his cock stroked inside Garth's body, fucking his hole slowly. Garth's hands curled into the sheets, feeling the surprising pleasure that had invaded his body at the entrance of Skii's cock. "I like being watched," Garth said. "You're beautiful." Skii shook his head, his body shuddering softly as a pre-orgasmic spasm overtook him. "You're the one who is beautiful," Skii said. "And I'm going to come soon." "I'm watching," Garth said. "Then..." Skii's voice became husky. "Watch." He shuddered again. "THIS!" He shouted the last word, sliding his cock in deep, pressing his hips to Garth's buttocks, his eyes clamped tight as his spasms emptied the content of his balls into Garth's body. He opened one eye, staring down at Garth. "How was that?" "Great!" Garth said. Skii slid out of him, taking a towel from the side of the bed and wiping both of them off calmly. He then collapsed next to Garth. The sounds to their right dragged Garth's attention, and Skii's as well he noticed. Nickolai and Furry were making love in the oldest position known to Mammila; she was on her knees, her head buried between Kiza's legs while Nickolai penetrated her from behind, her tail in the air, whipping back and forth slowly against Nickolai's chest. Kiza was whimpering loudly, and Garth thought he could see tears in the corners of her closed eyes. Nickolai's thrusting grew harder, and then he gasped loudly, speeding into a blurred frenzy as he came. Skii pressed closely to Garth's back, cuddling him as they watched the last three of the celebrants break apart. Garth watched as Nickolai and Furry pulled Kiza into a broad and careful hug, accompanied by whispering he didn't quite catch. "So," Skii said, looking over the four of them, "What did you think?" "Honest opinion?" Nickolai asked. "I don't know if I enjoyed myself as much as I could have." Kiza kissed Nickolai's cheek and said, "I understand that. But I'm glad we did it." She kissed Furry just as strongly. "And I've come to realize a few things." "Like?" Furry asked. Kiza smiled softly. "Like I'm really much more attuned to living with fems then I am with mels. No offense, Garth." Garth, surprised, gave her a long stare. Then finally he shook his head and smiled. "I understand. I don't mind." "What took you so long?" Furry asked. "I... " Kiza paused. "I think it was just reluctance. I didn't want to be a lesbian. Now I know I'm not... just mostly." She turned to Garth. "And I owe you something of an apology, Garth. Because a lot of the... frantic sex we were having was because I wanted to prove I wasn't a lesbian. I'm sorry if you feel used." "I don't. I'm not going to throw away the experience because maybe the motives weren't the greatest. I'm not going to forget you, Kiza." She lunged forward and hugged him tightly. "Thank you!" Garth nodded, noticing Furry nod as well. "And you, Garth?" Furry asked. "I'm mostly straight," he said, kissing Skii's cheek while he was at it. "But I've finally learned to appreciate what I didn't know I was missing." "Maybe someday..." Nickolai sighed. "You'll get your chance if I have anything to say about it," Skii leered at him. Nickolai rolled his eyes. "Okay, maybe it'll be you. Anyway, let's get some sleep." They all agreed to that sentiment, and after a quick second run on the bathroom, Nickolai lowered the lights. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Embassy Tales: The Convention Journal Entry 049 / 00100 Elenya, Nenim 24, 00100 March 02, 1984 Two years of training. Hundreds of hours in class. Thousands of practice encounters. She knew the language, understood the methods of exchange, modeled her clothing on the local mores. She thought she had come fully prepared. But Terra was even more than Fynith had anticipated. She felt overwhelmed by the press of bodies, the density of voices, the volume of the city. And the smell was almost more than she could bear. Especially in this assignment. There were, it seemed, Terrans who cared little for their personal appearance or their odor. She wrinkled her nose constantly even as the people surged in on her, asked to talk to her, demanded her attention. She looked over at Giola, the Tindal male who was fielding the latest round of questioning that they were to endure during their travels here among the Terrans known as "fandom." Their mission was to try and make zealots out of these people, to talk to the segment of the Terran population most prepared to understand the Pendorian point of view. If the last few weeks were any indication, the military and political branches were not. Giola was grinning from ear to impressive ear as he told a story about the Day of the Stars. It was his story to tell and he told it well. "Nobody had told us when it was going to happen. We had never seen a starry night in all the years that we'd been on Pendor. We knew what stars were, of course. We knew that Pin-- that's our sun-- was a star, and that somewhere, beyond some veil that covered our corner of the universe, the sky was full of distant stars, because there were books in the library that told us so. Some of us had tried to imagine it, so there were paintings and drawings of a starry sky, but none of us were really ready for it. "And then, one day, they were just there. You would think that chaos would break out, like in that Asimov novel, 'The Fall of Night,' but really, nothing of the sort happened. People were surprised and ran to their AIs to ask, but the AIs just said, 'Those are stars. We have emerged from the darkness and are now in the real universe.' Well, we didn't know what that meant but we learned quickly." "And nobody was afraid?" "What is there to be afraid of?" Giola said, taking a drink of water before continuing. "I know there were people who were concerned. We had been immune to attack, to outside influence, to change, while we were in that... wherever we were. But if we don't survive the kind of change that you people go through, then we don't deserve to survive at all. We have to be just as resilient as Terrans are, now that we're free to make the same mistakes you people are." A man in the front row stood up and said, "Thank you for coming to this afternoon's panel. I know you have a million questions more, but our guests must have a chance to rest and to enjoy the convention just as much as you do. Let's have a round of applause for Giola and Fynith." The sound washed over Fynith, making her heart race. She tried to smile and not make it frightening to the audience, but she felt that somewhere down inside she was failing miserably. Giola stood and bowed, and she followed his example, as the audience shuffled out. He was soon at her elbow. "Fynith? Are you okay?" "I'm tired," she sighed. "I'm sorry if I fell down on you there, Giola, but I can't help it. I'm not dealing with the crowds very well." "You also didn't get enough sleep last night. K'Faor told me to keep a close eye on you and it seems that he was right. You're trying too hard and dealing with too much. You're going to bed when we get back to the room." She didn't argue as he led her back to the elevators and to her own room. Once inside, he dumped her into her own bed, drew the covers over her form. "Rest. I've got to find Faor. I'm sure he's thriving on this stuff, but you're not." "'Kay," she mumbled. "Thanks, Giola." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- She awoke four hours later, her stomach growling painfully. The sun had set some time ago. "Athena?" she whispered into the dark and empty room. "Here, Fynith. Are you feeling better? I'm monitoring lower levels of physical stress in your body." "You'd tell me that if you thought it would lower the stress, wouldn't you?" "If necessary. I don't think it's necessary in this case because it is simply true. Do you feel better?" Fynith stretched. She did. Four hours hardly qualified as the proverbial catnap, but it had done wonders for her. "I do. I would like to eat. And I need a shower." "Shower first," the AI responded, "and I will lead you to some food. I have advised the other members of the team that you are awake and feeling recovered. I should advise you that the costume ball is beginning in just under half an hour; it will be acceptable if you are late in order to eat. Sandra would like to know if you would like her company at dinner." "Tell her yes, or let me tell her." A whisper sailed through her mind, a signal that she was being connected to another. "Sandra? I would like company." She felt more than saw the other fem's smile. "Meet me in the lobby, then, and we'll use the hotel's restaurant again. I like being visible in here. The idea of going to an outside restaurant frankly scares me, however." "Me too. See you in fifteen minutes, Terran." "Good. See you then, Fynith." The warmth of the shower threatened to seduce her into being late, and she loathed finally turning the water off. She also missed the pleasure of an airmat drying room; she survived with a lot of towels, an oversized blow dryer that threatened to blow a circuit breaker somewhere in the hotel, and clothes that would cover the greater part of her hygienic errors. She found the restaurant without Athena's help, and found Sandy sitting alone in a booth. The human fem waved her over. Fynith found herself admiring Sandy's ability both to attract attention and to be completely discreet. Sandy's humanity allowed her to walk anywhere without anyone knowing she was a Pendorian. On the other hand, her Asian features made her exotic here in the American deep south. A knee-length skirt of blue checks and a shapeless white sweater hid whatever form might be underneath, but her size alone made it clear that she was a healthy example of her species, never mind the utter clarity of her features. Thin eyebrows and dimples when she smiled completed the image, and simple light-beige moccasins over ankle-high socks revealed more than they hid. Her hair, long and black, descended down her back from a loosely tied topknot. Fynith earnestly wondered if Sandy was something other than entalie'. "Hi!" Sandy said as she slid into the uncomfortable bench-like seats that lined the wall. "You're looking much better. You're looking at me!" "Is it that obvious?" "Always," Sandy said. "And I would, too, if I weren't involved and my friend weren't quite so jealous," she said, answering Fynith's unspoken question. She sighed. "Maybe it's time to call it off. Arroch... is fun, but sometimes I wish..." "We can't all be Shardik," Fynith said with a grin. The maxim had already grown old, but still it carried with it a certain amount of truth. "You're not in it with him for a family, are you?" Sandy shook her head. "No way. Not him. I wouldn't trust him with a pet hamster, never mind a baby. Besides, we aren't the same species." "That hasn't stopped some people." "'We can't all be Shardik,'" Sandy quoted back at her. "Let's eat." After they ordered their meals, Fynith leaned back in her chair. "I can't believe nobody has come up and started to talk to us. I even made it down here with only a few stares." "There appears to be some sort of rule involving privacy at meals. It wasn't covered in any of the material I was given. I've seen someone freely walk up to people they know and interrupt, but not people they do not." Sandy pointed to an example. Fynith said, "I think I'll survive one more day, but I'm not sure I want to put up with more of this." Sandy grinned. "I think you'll manage to find something to keep your attention." Their meals arrived and they hurriedly wolfed down their portions. Fynith had heard someone on the European team mention that they frequently had to order double because the meals were small over there. For a human, that seemed sensible. Fynith admitted that if it weren't for the nanochine in their bloodstreams, the meals they were being served here in America would have been overwhelming. It was clear to her that this was one of the main reasons for the sheer number of excessively heavy Terrans. The masquerade was, as predicted, crowded and hot. Fynith was pleased to note that it didn't smell quite so bad-- maybe the people who attended the masquerade were different from those in the gaming room. She had passed by there this morning and nearly gagged on the scent of so many unwashed bodies. "I'm glad to see you're awake," K'Faor said as she stood next to him. "Sorry about that." "I don't want one of my people to get the million mile stare on my watch, yes? Please be more careful. If you start to fade the way Giola described to me you must back off and rest." "I did!" "After Giola forced you into bed," he said. She nodded, then turned her attention to the masquerade. The purpose of this gathering appeared to be a contest for costumers, and Fynith had to admit that there were a number of great talents in the people who brought their costumes up. One person amazed her by being her spitting image right down to the fur markings on the face, astounding because the costumer first had to have been working from photos less than a day old, and second because the costumer was identified as an amateur, someone who did costuming in addition to his daily tasks. He admitted to the master of ceremonies to having the costume completely made up but for the coloring, and the facial shape was achieved by the delicate rearrangement of foam inserts and the shaping of the underwire that held the head together. Still, Fynith found the head to be one of the most artfully done portions of the costume-- it really did look exactly like her own. He must have worked from photographs taken at last night's event. "Is Representative Fynith in the audience?" The announcer's words caught her off guard. She looked up just as he spotted her. Apparently a lot of people were looking in her direction, marking a clear line towards her. "I'd just like to see how accurate this costume is. Could you come up here and stand next to, um, your clone?" Fynith trembled at the idea of being in front of so large an audience, but the invitation was something she could hardly afford to turn down. She rose from her chair and, trying to put her best smile on, climbed the steps to the stage and took a stand right next to the costumer. A massive round of applause broke out from the crowd, and she wondered if it was really like looking in a mirror to stand face-to-face with the costumer. She turned and looked. The eyes were disturbing since they didn't move. They were also the wrong color. And the face was so still. She could never have found this fur suit attractive. Still, it was a decent likeness. "I hope you win." "Lindo!" the costumer replied, surprising her with even a word of Quen. She grinned and decided it would not be inappropriate to hug him. She felt him stiffen through the material of his fitted suit, but he was gracious about it all the same. The crowd appreciated the gesture, rewarding them both with another round of applause. Fynith returned to her seat. "There," K'Faor said, "See? You can do it. You just have to find the right venue, yes." "I guess," Fynith replied. She looked to her left and found an older human mel looking at her. He was clearly in his latter years; slightly portly and with a well-trimmed white beard that suggested the myth of the gift-bringer that Americans had. He smiled and waved, and she waved back tentatively. Her twin only came in second in the amateur contest, although given the quality of the competition that was no small detail. The work that had gone into some of the costumes she had seen that evening was incredible; she again marveled at the human capacity for imagination and wonder. She left the masquerade and wandered out into the main lobby area of the hotel. This appeared to be the gathering spot late at night for people who had no other particular purpose. They were clothed in all manner of garb and most of them were willing to leave her be. She had no purpose of her own, and so it made sense to her in some perverse way that she should be out here tonight. "Hi." She turned to find the white-bearded gentlemen who had waved to her in the masquerade. "Hi," she said softly. "I'm sorry. Am I interrupting? You seemed to be just sitting here, and my wife and I were wondering if we could talk. To you, that is." Fynith tried to find a smile and didn't quite succeed. She looked past the mel to see a short femhuman standing there, with a long beige skirt and a full blouse. She had the same appearance of age that the man did. "I'm afraid that I'm not much for conversation tonight." "Oh! I'm sorry. If you're not up to it, we'll just leave you be." "No, wait." Fynith stood up, stretching. People were watching her; it seems that these two were the first of the evening to get up the courage to come over and talk to her. Was she putting out "don't talk to me" signals? Part of her earnestly hoped so. And part of her was ashamed to admit so. "I'd actually like to have someone to talk to. I just don't know if you're interested in listening." "My dear, I am always interested in listening," the white-haired man said. He had a mysterious, even sensual, air that Fynith would not have suspected in someone so marked with the eventual weaknesses inherent in a species without immortality. "It's my job," he continued. "My... vocation." "If it is your job," Fynith said, "does that mean you cost money?" The man laughed! "Yes, usually. But I am on vacation. And you would be a most ear-opening voice." He extended a hand. "Robert Deteur." "Fynith." "And this is my wife, Manette." Manette extended her hand. "Hi. It's so nice to meet you." Fynith nodded. Both of these people had an infectious sense of pleasure to them. It wasn't just their earnest smiles, which in many cases might have put Fynith on the defensive. No, it was more their earnest and obvious pleasure at having her attention. She had the feeling, though, that they took pleasure at having anyone's attention at all. "Shall we retire to the bar?" Robert suggested. "Sometimes it's the best place to talk, and listen." Fynith nodded, allowing them to lead her down the broad hallway to an open area where many people were gathered. Music played somewhere in the background, not loudly. The waitress who came by their booth even as they settled gave Fynith a glance that could not have been construed as friendly, but took orders from the three of them. Having no idea what to order, she allowed Robert to order something for her. The drink, whatever it was, came in a tall glass. It smelled strongly of alcohol, but the flavor was surprisingly sweet, like that of some soda pop she had been offered a few days before. As she drank it, she more felt than tasted the alcohol as it wended its way around her brain. Athena, she thought, make sure I don't overdo this. I'm watching, Athena responded. And I'm letting you do this. It may be what you need. And Poppy agrees with me. She grinned, grateful that Athena had called the Embassy counselor. "Thanks." "To whom?" Robert asked. "Oh," Fynith said. "Sorry. Nobody. Just thinking to myself." "I see," Robert replied. "So, tell me why you are not in a speaking mood." Fynith took a deep breath, and suddenly her tension all came flowing out. Her fear of failure, her claustrophobia, her fear of not being so close to the medical resources of her homeworld. The press of bodies, the smell, the sheer relentless pace of life on Terra that threatened to overwhelm her. "It is a lot to bear," Robert admitted. "Not many people do it well. Those who do it especially poorly tend to end up in my office." He grinned, reached out a hand and touched her own. "But you are actually holding up quite well. And it is just for a little while. In a few days you will be back in the compound with your own kind." "I know that," Fynith said. "It isn't the long-term that I'm worried about. It's the daily things. How can I go on working with people like you when I'm so afraid?" "That is not something your computers took into account when they assigned you to this mission. I think you will have to learn to accept it as much as we do. Is there something that could make you feel unafraid?" Fynith looked at her glass. Another drink? she asked Athena. One more. "Another drink?" Robert signaled the waitress, who soon brought another drink. "I would not want you to get too drunk, my dear." "I'll be fine. If need be, I can become instantly hungover. We have a drug for that." "That doesn't sound like a pleasant experience," Manette said. "It's not supposed to be," Fynith said, sipping at her glass. "You have not answered my question," Robert said. "What would make you feel unafraid?" Fynith thought about the question, acutely aware that Robert had been examining her face the entire time that they had been talking. She wondered if her facial expressions really meant anything to him, if he were really getting anything out of watching her. "I don't know," she sighed. "I mean, this is supposed to be the world where Pendorians all came from, in one way or another, right? Why don't I feel like one of you?" "You aren't one of us," Robert said. "You can't be. Your shape by itself prevents us from seeing you completely as we see ourselves, not that we succeed at seeing ourselves that well. And you yourself said this morning that your people are far beyond Earth in its technology. But I suspect that is not what you mean. It's more fundamental than that. Maybe you don't feel like one of us because you don't know what one of us feels like." Fynith reached out with one hand and touched his, much as he had touched hers earlier. "Maybe not." She looked past the bar. "I was whining at dinner to a friend about how much I need to find a lover." "Long or short term?" Robert asked. "Both. Either. I don't know. I don't care at this point. I'm stuck with the same fifty people." "You have six billion people to choose from," Robert said, staring at her. "You don't seriously believe that I might find someone of interest among humans?" "You don't seriously believe that you'll find a miracle among fifty people you've obviously already looked through far too often to be healthy?" Robert replied. "I mean, what is wrong with Manette and I, for example?" Fynith muttered the answer under her breath. Robert prodded her. "I did not hear that." "You're younger than I am, but neither of us can tell that." "You're saying that we look old," Robert replied. "Yes. We do not have the advantage of your genetics; we cannot keep ourselves young indefinitely. I'm not so sure that it's a good thing that you live as long as you like. The awareness that one has so long in front of you must fill you with both a caution and dread-- caution because you're afraid to lose it, dread because you are afraid to live it." "Do you read minds as well?" Fynith said. Robert had just laid her life out bare in front of the three of them. If it weren't for the artificial courage instilled in her by the alcohol, she may have already run and hid. "Not as easily as I read bodies. Yours is not so different after all. Do me a favor. Remember your favorite place." He watched her closely. "Now, imagine what that place would look like with all the colors backwards." He chuckled. "You see, you aren't so different from us. Your eyes track in different directions when your are imagining and when you are remembering. The same is true of humans. I watch that as much as I watch anything else, and it gives me clues about you." "I guess it would help if I were naked." He laughed harder. "No, if anything that would make it harder. I would spend too much time leering to actually do any thinking." "You are, um, making passes at me, aren't you?" "Such a perceptive dear," Manette said. "Of course. We would love to invite you back to our room. But you've drunk too much alcohol now for us to do that. We would be taking advantage of you in your inebriated state." "I am not drunk. Not so much that I can't decide for myself if I want to go fuck the two of you." She couldn't believe what she was saying. Had she really used that four-letter word in front of these people, after all the warnings she had had about the use of language? "Do you?" Manette said. Fynith paused. She weighed the pros and cons with all the care possible in her intoxicated state. "Sure." Athena gave her consent, but told Fynith that she would be alerting the rest of the team as to her state and location, just in case. Robert took Fynith's hand and led her out of the bar. Manette followed them, taking Fynith's other hand briefly down the wider corridor, but the actual room halls were too narrow to make that comfortable. While Robert fumbled with the keys, Fynith stared at the number long enough for Athena to know where they were. Inside, Robert turned around and took Fynith in his arms. She gasped at the sudden show of strength as he lifted her by the hips. "How shall we do this?" he asked her. "The usual way," she said, kissing him. He didn't act at all surprised as her muzzle met his mouth. Lips and teeth parted, and her tongue met his halfway. She moaned even as lust overtook any sense she may have had. His body was warm against hers; human and threatening against hers; aged and yet strong against hers. The contrasts made her feel wild. They made her want these two people. Manette came up behind her and pressed herself against Fynith's back, her hands reaching down to caress Fynith's waist and buttocks. Fynith felt a bulge against her belly, a familiar one in any male. She had heard that some males had erectile problems as age crept up on them, but apparently Robert was not troubled. She wanted to see it, know about it, know about him. And he was so willing! This was not what she had come to expect from humans; even the males, legendary for their promiscuity, were reticent when asked directly. Robert's kisses told her that he was not a typical human. He seemed to actually enjoy her fur. Even his smell, lightly masked by some musky perfume, thrilled her. Maybe it was just the alcohol. She didn't care. She was just happy to find a place where she could lose herself, where she could stop pretending to be something else, and just let these two people take care of her. Her hand found Robert's bulge through his pants. She wanted to see the rest of him. She fumbled with the clasp and zipper, not at all familiar with how those worked. "Let me," Robert said. He sat down on the bed. "Manette, get the lights, would you?" The woman standing behind released her and went to the wall, lowering the lights to make the room barely visible. She didn't know what to do as she watched Robert take off his boots and then his black denim pants, tossing them aside. He wore black undershorts beneath. Manette, meanwhile, pulled the lacy black and purple outfit over her head, exposing a heavyset body underneath. She had tattoos on her belly and above her right breast, and her skin was pale and flawless. Robert smiled up at Fynith. "So, are we geriatric cases so bad after all?" "No," Fynith gasped softly. "Not at all." She fell onto the bed, kissing Robert again. She liked his kisses. They weren't shy. She liked the feel of his hands as they roamed over the floor-length dress she had worn, pausing to admire her ass on the way down. Manette's hands pushed her dress up over her waist, and soon delicate fingers were teasing at the material of her panties. She lifted her butt into the air, allowing the woman to pull them down. The cool air touched her butt, making her smile. Her hands had found Robert's cock through his undershorts. She reached past the waist band and found the welcoming pipe of flesh, fully erect and waiting for her. "So," she whispered to him, "would you be willing to trust this thing to these teeth?" She grinned at him, showing her full row of sharp felines. "Do I have a choice?" he asked. Instead of answering him, she rose up onto her knees and pulled her dress up over her head. Crawling back along the length of his body, she leaned down and took his cock in her furred hands, lifting it into the air. It was a thick beast of a penis, although not very long, and it had a healthy supply of foreskin. That surprised Fynith because she had viewed, along with all the team, some nude materials, and had been led to believe that the majority of American men were circumcised, a strange traditional procedure in which the protective covering of the sheath was cut away. Her surprise lasted barely an instant, after which she descended on his erection, taking the length of it into her muzzle. She buried her nose in his pubic hair, resisting the urge to sneeze as a few found their way inside. The bed behind her creaked slightly as Manette joined them. The warmth of her mouth startled Fynith for just a second as it touched her ass, then eased between her parted legs. Manette's hand found her tail and lifted it up, giving her a good view of Fynith's most private region. A tongue licked at her cunt. Fynith moaned, trying to keep a balance between the attention she was paying Robert and the desire she had to just lie back and let Manette pleasure her. Robert made the decision easy for her by sliding out from underneath. He held one finger to his lips, a gesture she thought meant only to be quiet. Robert clearly meant for it to mean something else. He maneuvered around the bed, joining his wife. Fynith was now lying face-down on the bed, her ass in the air, more than just slightly drunk, and two humans she had just met only two hours earlier about to work over her backside. She closed her eyes and let it happen. Manette's tongue had been teasing her cunt with delicate strokes for as long as she had been mouthing Robert's cock. It was gone now, and instead Fynith felt Robert take his place behind her, the broad mass of his body warm through the fur of her thighs. His cock pressed up against her wet opening and slid easily into her. Robert let out a satisfied sigh. His cock stretched her more than she had thought it would; it had felt large in her mouth, but in her cunt it was a thick shaft that teased her as it pleasured her. "How's that?" he asked. It took Fynith a second to register that he was addressing her. "Wonderful," she sighed, enjoying every stroke of his cock inside her body. She lay on the bed and let it happen, let this wonderfully strange human take her and give her pleasure. And he lasted a long time. Fynith felt no need to come but instead loved the long, constant power of Robert's steady, strong fuck. Manette leaned against the wall in front of her, watching the two of them go at it, her own hands between her legs. Robert's moans grew in volume and passion, and Fynith knew from experience that his moment was coming soon. Robert came with a groan that might have been "Yes," if it had had any words at all in it. She didn't know. She didn't care. Robert slid out of her and lay down on the bed beside her, gathering her in his arms. "Thank you!" he said, cheerfully, almost as if she'd just given him a piece of candy or a small gift. "You're welcome," she said, kissing him again. A moan caught their attention. She looked up to see Manette still furiously playing with herself. Robert sat up with a mischievous smile, reached out and took his wife's arms by the wrists, and pulled them away from her cunt. "Fynith, if you would?" Fynith grinned, game for just about anything right now. But she was also in no hurry. She kissed Manette's mouth, then her breasts. They were quite large, larger than her own by a great deal. She enjoyed kissing and licking them, getting a heartwarming reaction out of Manette as she did so. She admired the five-pointed star tattoo on Manette's skin. Then she lowered her head to the other woman's cunt and began licking her in earnest from the start. Manette had clearly already been close to climax; just a little more might have pushed her over the edge. But the delay and the change from fingers to tongue would make it take longer, frustrating her. And Manette's cunt was surprisingly sweet-- sweeter, even, than most of the Pendorians she knew. She wondered what it was about Manette that allowed for that to happen. She would ask later-- right now, her task was to lick, suck, and tease that tiny clitoris until Manette came. Come she did, with a long and loud moan that must have been heard in the room next to theirs. Her whole body shook with the effort, and when she was done she pulled Fynith up to her mouth and kissed her. Fynith's body was already warm with Robert's fuck and the lust of Manette. As the two humans took possession of her body once more, turning her onto her back, and both of them dived between her legs, Fynith thought for a brief moment that she had found a paradise. The two would switch off, each tasting her for a while, then giving the other a turn. Robert's rough beard gave a hot contrast to Manette's delicate features. It was Manette's tongue that made the strongest effort, stroking over Fynith's point of pleasure with intense, precise strikes. She would turn Fynith over to Robert at just the wrong times, just when Fynith felt she was closing in on a climax that was too elusive tonight. She suspected the alcohol might have something to do with it. But Manette would then take over again, pushing Fynith, teasing her. A loud, Felinizi growl filled the room, Fynith's growl, as Manette gave her what she wanted. A star of lust burst in Fynith's belly. Pleasure overtook her. She whimpered. "Oh, Fah!" she moaned softly as Manette rose away from her cunt. "That was wonderful!" "I'm glad you liked it!" Manette said with that same eerie smile that Robert had. "You're very beautiful when you come." Fynith laughed. "Nobody ever told me that before!" "It's true," Manette assured her. "Don't ever let anyone tell you differently." Fynith grinned even as she tried to catch her breath. "What time is it?" "Nearly one," Robert said, glancing at the clock on the bedstand. Fynith thought for a few moments. "I must be getting back to my room. I have to get some sleep! My people will want me to be awake for the closing ceremonies tomorrow." "Of course, dear," Manette cooed softly. "Do you want one of us to help you back there?" Fynith paused for a moment even as she found her panties and began pulling them on. She shook her head. "No, thanks, really. You've both been very kind. But I really have to get back." She wasn't sure why she felt such an urgent need to get back. It wasn't quite a desire to get away from these two, although that may have been it. They were looking at her with concern. "We didn't do anything to upset you, did we?" "No, no," Fynith said. "I just really have to get back. Duty. You understand." "I suppose I will have to," Robert said. He helped her with her slippers, and then gave her a hug. "Goodbye, Fynith. You were wonderful. I will not forget you." "Nor I," said Manette, closing the hug. For one brief moment, Fynith felt torn. They were such warm people. She wanted to stay. She had to go. "Thank you both," Fynith said, giving each a brief kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow if you are still at the event." "We will be," Manette assured her. Fynith began walking back to her room, but by the time she reached the hallway she was almost running. She tore into the room and threw herself into the bed, pulling the covers up to her ears, listening to K'Faor in the next bed, breathing softly. Her mind was racing like light in a fiberoptic delay loop. Thoughts flew so fast she couldn't grab any of them. She moaned softly, wondering if she would ever get to sleep. Still wondering, she did anyway. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Enjoy yourself last night?" K'Faor's voice cut through her slow crawl to consciousness. She opened her eyes and accepted the glass of water he held in his hand. When she drained it, he produced another one just as readily. After going through four glasses, she needed to retreat to the toilet. Through the door, he asked, "Fynith?" She opened the door to look at him through her bleary eyes. "I'm fine, Faor. Just... hung over." "Did you enjoy your tryst last night?" She thought about it. "I don't know yet. I think I did. I can't explain why I don't know yet. Maybe because it was just sex. I liked the people I did it with, but I'm not sure if I'd do it with them again. Maybe one-on-one would be better. Everything was so terribly rushed last night." She sounded disjointed even to her own ears. "Sounds like it's still rushed this morning. Get cleaned up, yes? And join the team for breakfast. You've been acting strange the past day or so. We'd like to make sure you're well." Fynith smiled, although K'Faor couldn't see it. "Me too." She showered and, wearing more traditional Felinzi garb, did finally reach the team for breakfast. Giola, Sandy, and Faor were all glad to see her, and she was, she admitted, glad to see them. They were the eye of her storm. She sighed as she sat down next to Sandy, who looked up at her with a smile. "I told Arroch off last night." "You what?" Fynith asked. "He called. He was going all kitten-eyes at me, and I just couldn't take it anymore. This job is important to me, but he wants me to go back on the next ship. It isn't that easy and he knows it." She shook her head. "I'm available if you are." "I don't know if I will be for long though," Fynith commented. Faor looked at her with curiosity. "I dislike to say this, Faor, because I know you enjoy it here... but I don't. The only thing that keeps me from going crazy is you three. This and the knowledge that it will end, that I will go home." "It wasn't about those Terrans you were with last night?" Giola asked. "They didn't hurt you or anything, did they?" "If they had, don't you think Athena would have alerted you?" Fynith said. "Not, it was not like that. They just weren't Pendorians. They were nice and friendly and all, but they weren't my people." She turned to K'Faor. "I want to go home." He nodded. "What about the job?" "I'll last. It's a good job, worth a lot of aire'. I'll even work with you for the next six months. But when the next starship arrives, I'm on it." "That's all I can ask for," he said. Sandy surprised her with a kiss on the cheek. "Six months is a good time to be edamele'. If you want." Fynith cornered her into the booth and kissed her hard. "I want." "Good!" Sandy whispered. "Me too." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Embassy Tales: Flags Journal Entry 062 / 00100 Seren, Sulim 13, 00100 March 18, 1984 "Can I ask you a question?" Becky asked. R'Dam grinned. "That is all you ever do of me. I understand that part of your job is to find out all you can about me but sometimes..." She kissed his cheek. "I can be a bit too much, can't I?" She smiled at him. "I'm sorry, sweetheart." He touched her cheek with his fingertips. She opened her mouth as they kissed, lingering a little longer than was seemly. The spectacle caught the attention of the surrounding diners attempting to enjoy their lunch in the unseasonably warm end-of-March weather. She enjoyed the attention. "And I'm truly sorry about your job," he said. "I'll live. The chance to work with you is a bit too much to pass up, though." He nodded. "What was your question?" "There isn't a hint of wind." She pointed across the street to the Pendorian embassy. "But your flag is flying clearly and calmly. Every other flag is limp as a rag. Is it just an illusion?" "No, I don't think so. I never noticed that before. It must be made of Starkcloth." He glanced over at her, and she was looking at him with open, curious eyes. "It's a cloth built of microscopic cells. They use magnetism and the interatomic strong force to deform the cells internally, just like muscle cells. But they're much stronger. Pressed into two-dimensional sheets like that, we can stiffen and flex the cloth at will." "Is that all?" she asked. "Starkcloth is one of our miracles," he said. "It isn't a fashion statement, it's a weapon. Shaped to the body, it can magnify strength manifold, and when attached to a predictive sensory package can protect you against bullets, bombs, and some energy weapons. It's the standard material of our soldiers and bodyguards." "Oh," she said. "So it's one of those things I don't suppose you'd be willing to sell to us?" "Not readily," he agreed with a grin. "I thought negotiating trade deals was no longer on your list of tasks." She shrugged. "As much as I enjoy your company, Dam, I'm still thinking of my world's best interests." He nodded, eating wholeheartedly from his salad as if it were the finest in the world. She envied his innocence, his expression of openness, his lack of inhibitions when it came to, well, anything. He loved Earth almost as much as he loved Pendor and everything he did revealed that. And it confounded her more that, with only a few exceptions, the Pendorians seemed willing to give away the store. Their access to raw mineral commodities was astounding to anyone familiar with the commodities market; Dam had revealed that they could dump on the Earth as much gold, platinum, palladium, uranium, and other industrially precious metals as were currently available. That bothered her. Her speciality in college had been political economics. The Pendorians had basically said that the ships they had come in had been the local equivalent of the Nina, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria; there was a crash research program underway on Pendor to make ships that were bigger, faster, and more efficient. If their program was as succesful as the model they had chosen to emulate on Earth, the development of the diesel engine under wartime conditions, then in less than ten years they would be sailing between Earth and Pendor ships that could cross the distance in less than three months, haul a hundred times the capacity of their current ships, and do so with a minimal crew or, perhaps, even no crew at all. It had been a good day so far. They had met in the morning and visited yet another part of the Smithsonian, this time the Museum of Natural History. Dam had been fascinated by the dinosaurs, but he said that little was known about more than 1% of Pendor's surface. He said he hoped that he would never meet something quite so monstrous on his world, but that it was also entirely possible that they existed. That Pendor was an artifical world, one so incredibly massive that its effective landmass was three hundred thousand times that of Earth's, had shocked everyone. Given Pendor's population, at this time every ten people could have their own Earth all to themselves. When Dam had admitted that they were broken up into four occupied territories, the largest barely the size of Massachusetts, she had given up trying to wrap her mind around the idea. Now they were dining in the little French cafe in the Embassy District within view of the Pendorian Embassy. It had become a hangout of sorts for the local alien watchers who spent their days waiting for a glimpse of someone from another planet. It had also become a favorite stop for some of the Pendorians, who seemingly enjoyed the attention. It drove the Secret Service out of their minds. There were also the feline-like bodyguards, the tall, powerful Uncia who accompanied certain members of the Embassy staff. There was a rumor that some of them were actually robots, and the Pendorian admission that they could manufacture robots that were indistinguishable from living creatures, at least on the surface, only helped to inflame the rumor. Becky was convinced that there were no robots among the Pendorian staff. "Hey, R'Dam," she said, "What's the inside of the Embassy like?" "Are you just curious?" he asked, teasingly. She returned his grin. "Of course I'm curious. I'm always curious. I'll probably get grilled about what I see, where they can put microphones, that sort of thing." That her role' as a "spy" had always been out in the open hadn't stopped either one of them from enjoying the time they had together. "Well, I can show you around the public portions, if you like. It's not very impressive. We like to do things traditionally." "I still want to see it." He flagged down the waiter. "Come on, then. I will show you around." He paid the bill and they left. She gleefully held his hand as he took her through the front gate of the Pendorian Embassy, a single, cubical box of silvered windows. Unlike many of the other embassies in the area this one lacked the forest of antennas on the roof. Instead, there was a simple quad of white boxes, each on an independent gimble mount, that tracked unseen and undetectable objects in the sky. There was consensus among the Pendor watchers, professional and otherwise, that the boxes were lasers, bouncing signals off stealthy satellites that kept the Pendorians in touch with their teams planetwide. The most common number cited for the satellites was twelve, given that there were four lasers and line of sight could only provide coverage of at most a third of the world at any given time. That the U.S. Air Force said they couldn't find any such satellites, while at the same time they were tracking a lost glove still in orbit from the Gemini missions, did nothing to lift the rumors. Inside the walls, there was the usual courtyard, this one with some sort of modern sculpture in the front, an unrecognizable mass of marble that reflected the Springtime sun. "I don't understand it either," he confessed to her as she puzzled over it. What was striking about the front yard was the lack of guards. It was something much-commented on by the pundits, but the Pendorians had thus far steadfastly refused to comment on it. Every nation had representatives of its military within the grounds of its embassy. Every nation except Pendor. Did Pendor qualify as a "nation?" The most common description of it, even from the Pendorians, was "a well-run anarchy supported by an automated industrial base that satisfies the basic needs of the individual. Luxury goods are hand-made goods." When asked how Pendorians organized to do things like research projects and starships to Earth, Dam had said, "The way the human body knows to fix an injury. It's not hierarchal. An idea is proposed, argued about, and so on. If it's good enough to get the industrial attention needed, it's started. We work on it until we're done." "That doesn't make sense," she argued. "How is it paid for?" "It just is," Dam said. "How are the people paid for?" "They pay themselves. Or they wouldn't be there." Becky had given up. They entered the embassy, only to encounter a human woman sitting behind a circular desk. To Becky's eye, something was distinctly amiss with the desk and the receptionist. It took her a few seconds to realize that there were no telephones, keyboards, typewriters, displays, monitors, or intercomms. The desk was bare except for a nameplaque loose on top of the dark blue marble ring in which she sat. The nameplaque was in both English and the delicate Pendorian script, and the English read "A.I. Athena." Becky looked up, startled. The woman behind the desk smiled, but her appearance could best be described as a generic receptionist, unremarkable and only averagely attractive. Her age was somewhere in the late 30's to early 40's. "I thought..." "Yes?" "I thought you were a computer." Athena grinned. "It's nice to meet you too, Rebecca. Lean over the desk and look closely." Becky stood up on her toes and did as Athena suggested. She saw a human torso emerging from a platform mounted to the floor; there was nothing below the waist but machinery. "You're a robot?" "No, this is just an animatronic interface. I'm actually down in the basement. If you want, Dam might even be able to show you what I really look like. Not that I'm much to look at even there." She grinned and handed up from somewhere behind the desk a very commonplace pass on a necklace, a thick white card with her photograph, name, and a green stripe along the bottom. "This is only necessary for other people in the Embassy. We have a small staff here, less than twenty Pendorians and about a hundred Terrans right now, and everybody knows everybody else. You should get some interested looks, but the fact that I'm here letting you wander around without a couple of hulking security robots will reassure the Pendorians. The Terrans, however, feel more comfortable with something more visible than my tacit permission." Becky nodded and pulled the pass over her head. The admission that there were robots inside the embassy, and that they were used for security, she quitely filed away. She adjusted the pass under her hair and let it fall over her blouse. "There." "You look just like another member of the staff. The green is for 'guest,' of course." Becky took a good look at the foyer. "Dam? Where did you get all this darkened hardwood? I thought your people had been insistent about not using woods that came from threatened forests, which I think one of your people said was the entire planet." Dam grinned. "Not quite, but close. Actually, the wood you're seeing came from a building in Detroit that was scheduled to be demolished. Two of the people on our staff are master carpenters and we encouraged them to recycle anything they might find from demolition projects. We're expert recyclers. We have you as an example of what happens when we fail." Becky frowned. She didn't like the sound of that. "So Earth serves only as a bad example to you?" "No, no, nothing of the sort. You have a wonderful, dynamic cultural basis here, Becky, the likes of which we on Pendor have never seen. We've never known the privations that your people have suffered, and so we don't really have that mother of invention, necessity. We have only it's stepparent, curiousity." She grinned. "Still, it sounds to me like you'd rather avoid what we go through." "I think we would." She nodded. "Where to?" "What do you wish to see? There isn't much to see, actually. There are a few rooms I could show you, like the astrogation room, or Athena's home." "Then show me those." He led her to an elevator. The doors closed behind them and without the press of a button or the speaking of a command the elevator dropped downwards. The doors opened. "Left," Athena's voice said as they walked out. "Blueline, please," Dam said. A line of blue lit up on the featureless beige carpet, leading them away from the elevator. They followed it around two corners and through a door. Another door stood before them, a sign on it in in six different languages: "WARNING. AI Repository. Tampering with the effects herein constitutes assault and attempted homicide or actual homicide of a Pendorian Citizen, and persons guilty of such will be shot." Becky gulped. "That's serious." "Athena is a person in her own right. We mean to keep her as safe as we keep ourselves. Safer, perhaps; she is the glue that keeps us all together." He opened the door. Becky wasn't sure what she had expected. It turned out to be more mundane than she had thought. It was a very clean room, the walls done in the kind of white usually reserved for the insides of microchip manufacturing facilities, which should not have surprised her. In the center was a grey workstation, complete with video screens and a keyboard marked in symbols she didn't recognize. There was also an outlet of sorts, massive compared to the parallel ports she had seen on her office computers. Next to it was a tall cylinder of a milky-grey color, and it appeared to be moving. "Athena?" "That's me, in the flesh, so to speak." "What are you?" "I'm a radical design in modern Pendorian artificial intelligence. I'm made up of billions of almost microscopic units working in parallel that change in accordance with outside data, resulting in massively parallel computing. It's a design that works at room temperature, making it useful in environments where power and cost would make systems that need to be cooled prohibitive. The system works with nearly 100% efficiency. The tiny failures are due to indeterminate events at the quantumn level and interference from high-energy cosmic rays that prevent the molecules that make up my thinking from interacting completely deterministically. Whether or not this gives rise to a consciousness, as some people claim it does, is a matter of philosophy. In real terms, I'm indistinguishable from you as a conscious being." There was a distinct sense of pride coming from Athena's voice. "Wow. You said 'radical design?'" "Yeah. Most Pendorian systems are based on interatomic interactions. Harder to track, but easier to initialize and can be compressed to much smaller sizes. Liquid intermolecular systems like myself are easier to design up front and we can be scaled to incredible sizes without much loss of parallel processing efficiency. And the cryooptical systems, which are the original Pendorian AIs, tend to be less introspective, more mechanistic. We're still trying to figure out why. Anyway, thanks for visiting. I hope this information is useful to the guys at the Agency." Dam laughed, and Becky managed a smile. They were so casual about her being coopted by her own government to report on people she liked, and yet she found herself resenting those very people that she was reporting to. The whole project stank, she thought, and she wanted to get out of it. Dam interrupted her thoughts. "Come on, I'll show you the astrogation chamber." He led her into another room. This one was an eggshell white in color, with rounded corners. "Okay, Athena, give us the tour." Becky gasped as she found herself plunged into darkness. "This is the universe that we know," Athena said as stars appeared all around Becky, even in the space between her and Dam. "Here is Earth, and here, Pendor." Small arrows appeared to float in midair, pointing at two stars. "We have sent several small, automated probes out to the more promising looking stars, but there isn't much to go on and many of the systems we've explored have had only a few gas giants and airless rocks. To date, nothing like the Earth or Pendor has been found within the eight light year sphere that Pendor has explored. "The pace of our exploration is slowed by the need for manned ships. AIs, it seems, do not do well alone, although there are a few exceptions and there is now a crash course in discovering what it is about interstellar travel that makes AIs susceptible to erratic behavior. Pendor does not as yet have many manned vessels, but we're building new and better ones even today." The world seemed to tilt and whirl as she watched the approach of the Pendorian vessels to Earth. She saw them slow down as they approached the Earth, shedding their velocity with incredible efficiency, dropping off parts of their ships that would make a six-month run around the sun, collecting as much energy as they could and using it to make tritium before they came back to Earth, fully refueled, ready to take the Pendorians home. The lights came back up slowly, as they would in a planetarium. Becky had found it all fascinating. "It's not really meant for this," Dam said. "Our intention when we installed it was to make this a useful navigation tool fifty years from now when we need to go places other than the Earth. But for now, it's a good projector. And we miscalculated its utility. Athena, please load Arctangent One." The lights brightened momentarily, and suddenly Becky found herself standing... outdoors? She looked around. There was no wind, nor was there any sound. "Athena surprised us when she showed us that she could produce this scene so accurately. One of our carpenters is considering installing speakers to add to the effect so that will probably happen soon. Wind machines might be a bit much." Becky looked around. Overhead the sun (the sun? A sun, she decided) blazed down upon... she was standing on what must have been the roof of an incredibly large building. A glance behind her told that it might be some kind of aircraft carrier. There were two white, gleaming aircraft, military by their look although they had no obvious missiles installed. They were handsome looking machines, rakish in profile. She watched as the rear nozzles on one extended back, then rotated to almost 45 degrees, then executed a perfect circle. In concert, they promised a craft that could perform almost any maneuver. She looked past the planes and realized that this must be an image from Pendor itself. The land shot out in front of her, straight on forever until it curved upwards into a milky haze where the clouds blocked her view of the land. Looking even further up she saw the land clearly again, now with a good view of the clouds soaring over that landscape as if she were above it. She realized that her eyes were looking at the land across millions of miles. The implications staggered her. "Turn it off, Dam." The vision went away. "Are you okay?" "It was... too much to take in. How... how much of Pendor could I see there?" "About a third. A hundred thousand terrs, or Terran surface areas. A lot of it." Becky gasped. "A hundred thousand times the surface area of the Earth?" Dam nodded. "And you have less than three million people?" Dam nodded again. "My God, no wonder you people are so different. You have the playground to yourself and the power to defend it." "That's what we're afraid of," Dam said. "Complaceny. Jealousy. Misunderstanding. We want to be more like you, Becky, not less, but we don't want all the other things that come with being like you." "I know, Dam, but... God. You people. I can't help it." Dam smiled. "Come on. It's been a busy day. I'll show you to my office." They spent a short time in Dam's office. Becky enjoyed the view, looking out across the Embassy District, and enjoyed talking to Dam as he plowed through paperwork without a hint of holding back. Not that he told her anything at all about what he was working on. It was all in a squarish form of the Pendorian script anyway, which she couldn't read. She had the strangest feeling, though, watching him, that he was somehow doing more than merely shuffling paper. There was something else going on, something in the way he seemed to be grinding his teeth as he worked. "Done," he finally announced. "Nothing terribly important, although I have to go to France next week. Would you like to come?" Becky was flattered. "I'd like to, Dam, but you know I can't afford something like that." "I can. I'm permitted one companion on my budget. You could be that person. Better you than someone from the staff, someone whose very air I shared for six months while trapped in a spinning steel ball." Becky smiled. "Merci', then," she said. "I accept." "Athena?" "Got it," a voice said from out of nowhere. Athena had been listening the whole time and Dam had never once mentioned it. That was what it was like, living with the Pendorians. Becky thought she could get used to it. She also thought that she would like to get out of there, get Dam someplace a little more private, and have her way with him. Or let him have his way with her. Something like that. Becky took Dam's hand as he led her out of the Embassy. With eager smiles they walked back to her aparment, keeping the late- afternoon habit they had fallen into so very quickly and easily. Becky had come to appreciate just how casual Dam was about sex. With her. He made it seem easy, and for her that was a first. Inside the door, he drew her into his arms and kissed her. She gave a little sigh of pleasure at the touch of his arms around hers and the press of his knee against her thigh. There was nothing at all threatening about this half-man, half-cat. There was just strength. Becky surrendered to it, betrayed her upbringing to it, allowed herself to be swept away by R'Dam's welcome touch. There was nothing to stop her, now, not work, not family, not even the pressures of her future. This would end someday but she hoped in would not be ending too soon. She liked the priveleges of it, the pleasure of him. Dam took her hand and led her to her bed. What had been tentative two months ago was now passionate. He kissed her throat, his fingers expertly at work on the buttons of her blouse. In seconds he had her chest exposed. The fur that covered his arms, usually hidden by the tailored suits he wore, now stroked at her breasts. And she was permitted by his very freedom to participate, to respond to his needs with her own. His own moan greeted her as her hands slipped inside the belt of his trousers, sliding along the fur of his belly until she found his semi-erect cock and its furred, completely retractable prepuce. Releasing him, Becky lay back on the bed and let Dam do the work of removing his clothes. She watched him as he stripped, warm assurance in every gesture, an indescribable grin of anticipation on his lips. He had never said he loved her and she didn't care. She didn't think she loved him either. Instead, she liked him. They were immune to each other; he couldn't impregnate her, they couldn't share diseases. There was nothing to hold them back from giving one another pleasure, and so they did, as much as they could. As he removed his clothes and put them aside, he exposed his chest, furred white with a ring of orange at the sides and across the shoulders. He lowered his pants and then his undershorts-- boxers, of course-- revealing his erection to her. She was always fascinated by it, almost completely human in appearance, the thin fur at the base thickening as it deepend into his belly and thighs. Dam crawled onto the bed, covering her body with his as he stepped, hands and knees, over the sheets, over her. She reached up to caress the fur on his chest. It was like petting a cat, a cat with a hard-on, intelligence, and desire for her. His face was human, though, and even his eyes were rounded, although he had said that there were Satryls with slitted eyes. He kissed her neck, her breasts. She liked the way he plastered her body with kisses, covering her in little circles of coolness that faded with the summer heat. Her hands were on his body, stroking his cock. "Oh, yes," he moaned as she wrapped her hands around it. "Yes, Becky, wow." She looked into his eyes and felt connected to him. He was just warming up and already they were getting into that groove. He turned, peppering her belly with his kisses, his mouth lingering longer below her navel, kissing his way into the thicket of hair she had around her pussy. He kissed the mound at the top, then dipped his head between her thighs and kissed at her lips. She felt a surge of warmth right where his lips touched, and a tiny trickle of fluid between her legs. Her hand stroked his cock and balls almost absently. She took her time examining the lightly-furred scrotum and bare cock of pale skin. She liked the way he looked, and although she had never had an uncircumsized lover she had quickly come to love what he could do with his cock. She stroked it, touched it, loved the loose skin around the head. She shifted her shoulders to get underneath him, struggling to fit her head under his legs, to reach that incredible cock with her mouth. The smell of him-- musty, feline, not at all like a man-- was something she had grown to love in the short time they had had together. She reached up with her mouth and kissed the head of his cock. His moan, muffled by her sex, told her that she was doing well. She licked at the head, teased the underside. Her tounge played with the small stretch of skin that seemed to anchor his foreskin. She wrapped her lips around his cock, sucking him down. He responded with a playful nip of her vulva. She squealed. "Cheater!" His laugh was light and as wonderful as always. She returned to his cock, sucking him into her mouth, playing with the head. A pearl of precome hovered at the tip of his cock and she licked it playfully. In was salty and sweet. She sucked down hard on him, wanting more. The sounds coming from between her legn told her she was doing well. And reminded her that he was hard at play down there. Distracted for a moment, she let herself be swept away by pleasures that must have been building for quite a while. She wondered how she could not have noticed them as they stormed into her, occupying her attention. She made an half-hearted attempt to wrench her attention back to him but it was too late; he had her, as he always had her by now, her orgasm coming on strong, thundering through to her soul. She was spent from that but stil she wanted even more from him. "Dam, get inside me. Please?" With a grin he turned around in bed, lifting her legs until her feet were pressed against his shoulders, and in one swift motion thrust himself completely inside her. Becky rolled her head from side to side, unable to control herself as the thrill of his thrusting cock within her kept sending wave after wave of pleasure through her. Dam was a true cocksman. She had read stories about men who, by their cocks alone, could give incredible pleasure, and she had never believed it. Dam had proven it to her. His cock was an amazing instrument, backed by a hard body that could go on without pause, and he liked it that way. He could go fast, then slow, hard, and soft, that beatuiful smile on his lips, his eyes glazed like someone in the throes of his own religious ecstacy, communing with her lust. They pressed against each other, each thrust forceful and loving. "My God, Dam, you're... more..." She was whimpering, begging to feel that shaft keep thrusting within her, in and out, in and out. "More," she whispered until her voice was gone and then, "more," her lips would form without breath. Between gasps her body would act, her legs around his hips, pulling him into her, tilting her hips to him. She could tell when he got closer. His whole body would start to quiver like a harpstring, holding back the energies that he had created with his lovemaking. She could feel it inside him, feeding him, and feeding her, as it built incontrollably towards his climax. He came with a shout of joy in a language she didn't even know and didn't need to. She knew "yes!" when she heard it. Dam held himself up, a tiny bead of sweat just about to fall off the tip of his nose. He looked down at her and smiled. She smiled back. He let go a laugh of pure joy, and she joined him in a final celebration of their adventure together. "Oh, Becky," he sighed. "And it is only getting better." "Yeah," she said. "You are getting better." He chuckled gently. "Magnificent." He turned over and collapsed onto the bed, his demeanor confessing that, for once, he was spent. Becky sighed, profoundly content. This was one part of their relationship that she had no questions or qualms about, although it was certainly the part of her relationship that confounded her "handlers" the most. They had agreed on that; she had told them that he was completely, and like all Pendorian species deliberately, built to be compatible, and that it was none of their business what she did with him in the privacy of her bedroom. They had reluctantly agreed to take her word that she would faithfully report anything he said that was of interest to national security. "Mmmm..." she moaned. "What is it with you? I've never felt anything like what you drive me to." She felt between her legs, running her fingers over her pubic hair. It was sticky, predictably, but it also felt warm, there. Fulfilled. "I don't know," he answered, sounding honestly bewildered. "There's something special about you, too, Becky. I can't put it into words but when I'm making love with you I feel... content. Happy." She turned over and rested her head on his shoulder. "I love the fact that you don't hold back, Dam. When you want to make love, you do it like it's the most important thing in the world." He smiled. "It is." "I know. Lots of people say that. But it's not. Not really. They're afraid that the other person will think bad of them, think they're a whore or something because they cut loose. The way you do." "Is that why you're sometimes so quiet? Because you're afraid I will think less of you? Or is it because of the people recording us?" "WHAT?" "Your people, they put microphones in this room. I assumed you knew." Becky's outrage kept her from putting together a coherent sentence for a moment. "They're listening? Right now?" "Yes, right now. I assumed you knew." "No, I did not know. In fact, I explicitly told them not to listen in here, and I wanted my privacy respected!" She seethed angrily. "Just a moment them." Dam went curiously quiet, his eyes losing their focus for a moment. "There," he said as his eyes retrained on Becky. "The listening devices have been disabled." "What did you do?" "I asked Athena to turn on the masking devices our people put with the listening devices. We wanted to make sure that we could turn them off at any time. Although Pendorians are used to being part of a mutual exchange environment all the time, Terrans are not part of our system and we're not about to treat them the same way." Becky felt a strange chill run up her back. She sat up straight. "What is a mutual exchange system?" "I thought I explained. From anywhere on Pendor you can find and read any book, see any movie, hear any story being told. The AIs make this possible. And they respond to our requests because they are listening all the time. Athena is part of that." "You mean to tell me that Athena is listening to us now?" she asked. He nodded. Becky shivered. "Big Brother for real." "You may look at it that way. Look at your own culture. What I imagine is important to you-- what you read, what you wear, what you eat-- is all knowledge stored in the records of your credit cards, records anyone with enough time and money has access to. Your neighbor could know everything important about you, if he cared to dedicate time to finding out-- whether you read pornography, or the Communist Manifesto, or the Bible. But he would probably not know if someone were brandishing a knife on you one night. This difference distinguishes the AIs on Pendor. They keep private when it is not our business to inquire, and raise the alarm when it is in our best interests to make knowledge public." "So, how did you ask her?" "I just spoke it quietly, subvocally." He pointed to his throat. "I have small implants in my jaw and ear that make it posible for me to talk to and hear her whenever I want to. She can also hear everything going on around me." Becky felt her mouth fall open. She hadn't realized that the man-- mel, she habitually reminded herself-- who she had cuddled up to so often in the past two months had been allowing his supercomputer to listen in on their every word, every act, and recorded it all. And that the radio itself was inside his body; it couldn't be taken out, couldn't be turned off. Growning colder by the moment, she got out of bed and grabbed her clothes, pulling her pants on in a hurry. All of the wonders of the past hour forgotten, she ignored his protests as she buttoned her shirt and, without her socks, stepped into her shoes and fled. In a fast but controlled walk she left his residence, fled down the stairs and out into the street. She continued walking until she saw a bus going by. She boarded it and allowed it to take her away from R'Dam. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Becky groaned as she rolled over and stared up at the ceiling. "Another day," she sighed. Another day to enjoy a healthy income without actually doing anything and without anything to do. The CIA had agreed to pay her through the year, and then she would be free to pursue whatever career she wanted, although probably not one in government. Still, she had had a good career in the State Departement; as long as her private life stayed out of her resume' (as if that were possible) almost any company in the world would want her as an international customer contact. Financially, she was set for life as long as she found something to do. But her body ached for R'Dam's patient hands. She couldn't help but close her eyes and wish for his loving mouth against her lips. She dreamed of his strong body against hers. Her fingers strayed down between her thighs even as she thought of him. "Oh, Dam," she sighed. Finally, she knew that nobody was listening to her, because there was no part of her life that anyone cared about. Not anymore, not now. Her fingertips pressed against the swell of her vulva, touching between her lips. Her body was already rehearsing where it would go if Dam were to mysteriously show up on her doorstep. It encouraged her, asked more of her. She bent her knees and drew her feet up, allowing the flower of her vulva to open. Fingers, her fingers, brushed her already liquifying pearl. Small and obscene shudders flowed through her thighs. R'Dam's phantom mouth touched her breasts, his hands upon the outsides of her hips. As her own fingers began to circle in on her pearl she dreamed of his cock, average in size but so talented in action, entering her, knowing where it should go, knowing what inside her it should touch. Her insides began to melt at the intensity of the memories, at the strength of her own caresses of her inflamed pearl. A hard moan filled the room with her climax. Even before the tremors completely subsided, Becky sat up. Kneeling, she turned around and lifted the venetian blinds over her bed. She looked out onto the narrow, brownstown-lined street that had been her home for the past six years. She would be leaving it all soon. She would go someplace where nobody listened. She wanted it that way. She turned away from the window and wept silently. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Travellogue, Day 11 Journal Entry 193 / 00916 Aldea, Urim 22, 00916 "Hey, guys, you have to get up! Please, please answer the door!" Nickolai awoke to the sounds of pounding. The voice was unmistakably Skii's. "mrf?" Furry said, still not entirely awake. "It's Skii," Nickolai replied. "mrf," Furry replied. Nickolai sighed and climbed out of bed, opening the door slightly and peering out. Skii was standing there, fully dressed. "Oh good, you're awake. It's nearly dawn, and I promised Ken we'd have the bikes back by one, and I've got to get Fadi back to the tour for breakfast. Could you guys hurry up and get dressed and all?" Nickolai stared for a second, collecting his thoughts. Yes, he had agreed to go with Skii, and yes, Skii had agreed to get the Jialani's back by one. "Give us a minute." "Thank you thank you thank you," Skii replied. Nickolai closed the door and wandered back to the bed, pulling up the netting on Furry's side of the bed. He paused for a second, staring down at her, quietly curled onto her side, only her head sticking out above the bedsheet. He looked down at her sleeping form, fascinated by her ears; they were large, mouselike ears set at slight angles from the vertical. He reached down and traced the outer edge of the one visible to him; it flickered under his touch. He smiled and bent over, kissing her inside the 'cup' of her ear. She murmured something unintelligible, and he whispered "It's time to get up." "Hmph," she said. Well, he thought, that pretty clearly explains her position on that. "We did promise to get the bikes back by one." "What time is it?" she groaned. "Almost dawn." "Hmph," she repeated. "Okay, I'm getting up." "Good," he replied, "Or else I'd have to tickle you." She stuck her tongue out at him, and he leaned over to kiss her. "Good morning," he said. "You too," she sighed. They both quickly clambered into the clothing they had been wearing the night before. Nickolai felt sweaty, sticky, and he thought his smell wasn't too great, either. Furry looked disheveled, the fur of her body in chaotic whorl patterns from lying in bed. "We need a shower," he observed. "Yeah," she smiled. "But let's get the bikes back first." "Actually, before that, we have to go to Carraraug." "Oh, that's right- Fadi has to go back, doesn't he?" "Yup." "Let's get moving then," she said, pulling on her shoes and dashing for the door. Skii and Fadi were standing outside. If Skii was nervous, Fadi appeared stunned... by the frenetic pace of morning or by the athletics of last night, Nickolai couldn't tell. They quickly found their bikes and flew out of the barn where E'Lyn had stored them, reaching 300kph and maintaining that speed all the way to Rocchodain, through which Skii slowed down. Past the town, he again went full-bore until Carraraug. The entire trip took under ten minutes. Skii's voice over the intercom said "Five minutes to Rocchodain, four to the castle. That gives us... six minutes to spare." "Where do you think he got that number?" Furry asked Nickolai. "Probably giving us a spare minute or two." They stopped at the hotel, where Skii and Fadi had a brief, friendly kiss before Fadi disappeared into the hotel. "Write me," Skii said as the doors closed behind him. "They never do," he said to Nickolai and Furry. "Let's get going." With a quick turn, he sped out of Carraraug and they followed close behind, reaching the Castle vehicle bay with three minutes to spare. "Wonderful," he sighed. "Just made it." As they walked down the hallway, Skii said, "I want to thank you guys for being here and being so helpful. I really like that little place in Tuilpalya, but I haven't been able to get there with a date for a long time, because Tuilpalya has no SDisk... have to get there by foot or vehicle, and by foot is kinda out of the question when I have to get there and back in one day." "How was your... 'date'?" Furry asked. "Wonderful," Skii sighed, his eyes glossing over slightly. "They usually are." "He seemed a little out of it this morning," Nickolai commented. "Well, we only got about seven hours of sleep last night." "You two were at it for five hours?" Furry asked, incredulous. "You know what happens... start fooling around and you lose all track of time. It happens all the time." Furry glanced at Nickolai, who shrugged, looking a little embarrassed. They reached the lagoon and, having grown used to the effect, dove in as one for the underwater SDisk, appearing inside the Castle. Nickolai and Furry excused themselves and made for their bedroom and the shower. As Nickolai soaped her back with his fingers, Furry sighed gently, but it wasn't completely one of pleasure. "What's wrong?" he asked. "I don't know," she said, turning around. "I guess... I guess I'm aware that tomorrow you're going to be packing your bags and your memories, and watching Skii and Fadi, and his comment afterwards, makes me wonder. Nickolai, will you write me? Will you still love me after you go home to your human girlfriends and classmates and leave me six light years behind?" "Furry... Jofuran. I'm never going to forget you. I don't know if I'll be able to think about human girls after you. I've discovered I have a thing for your ears." She smiled, awkwardly. "Promise?" "Promise. I'll write you... well, if I promised to write you everyday, they'd be very short and boring letters. I'll write you every time something interesting happens to me." "And I'll write you, too," she promised. "Will you tell me about your girlfriends?" "If you'll write about your boyfriends." "And my girlfriends?" she asked. "And your girlfriends, too. Actually, that would be kind of... interesting. If you wrote down every sexy detail, I might have something to tease my roommates with." She grinned and batted at his soft cock. "You're so silly." "Hey, that hurt." "Sorry," she smiled. "Let me kiss it and make it better." She bent over and kissed the base of his penis, then the head, then took the entire soft length into her mouth. He sighed as her tongue washed over his penis. When he was soft, he noticed, she could get the entire length into her mouth, and the sensations were wonderfully strong. She slowly pulled away from his crotch, applying suction and actually stretching his penis... that hurt too, but it hurt good, as it popped out of her mouth. He smiled and said, "Let's get going... I'm really hungry." "Me, too," she said. They walked out together, having dressed in similar pale-yellow jumpsuits again provided by Dave, and headed to the roof. Shardik was there with a PADD about three-quarters of a meter on a side, and was going over it rapidly with a pen. "TGACCTCCGGCT... Let's see, that's four trios not counting the initializer... No, no, that doesn't read correctly the other way. Hi!" he said, putting down the pen and PADD. "Sorry, just playing around right now. How was the Inn? As good as I said?" "Perfect," Furry replied. Nickolai was surprised when she bent over and kissed him on the cheek gently. "Thanks for the suggestion." "My privilege," he said. "Ken," Dave interrupted. "Yo." "I hate to say this, but... incoming." "Incom-? Oh, no." "I'm afraid so. Transit from above the walls, angling in." "She's gonna kill someone someday." "Actually, she is not alone. Molinar is dropping with her. Her accuracy is quite astonishing; she has never strayed more than three meters from her original epicenter of impact." "Molly's... in with her, or in a different suit?" "Different suit," Dave said. "Is that a concern?" "You're damn right it's a concern. How much control do they have?" "We're about to find out." Shardik turned to Nickolai and said, "This should be fun. Watch out there." He pointed in the direction of the ocean. "You should see a big spout in a few minutes. Actually, if you look up, you might see them entering the atmosphere... yeah, there they are. See that bright trail?" "What is that?" "Atmospheric burn... literally setting the sky on fire. That's how hot they are coming in." "Are they going to slow down?" "I doubt it. She likes to use the emergency temporals. Those are full powered Shirow Powered Armor Scouts. They'll hit the ocean at full speed." "How soon?" "Dave?" "Four minutes." They traced the burning contrails as the two SPAS screamed through the sky, burning a hot hole through the air as they descended. The last second of the fall was a flash, a fiery explosion of light and water, followed by a enormous jet of water that at the distance appeared as a tiny splash. "It's about eight klicks out," Shardik said. "Wow." "Yeah. Now watch." After about three minutes, two suits of Pendorian powered armor came running across the water at a full tilt, slowing down only as they reached the shore, sinking into the surf as they did so. "Those suits are great. They can survive nuclear explosions, terminal reentry, everything," Shardik said. "I just wish Rainy wouldn't use them to get home like that." The suits stopped on the beach and the forward chestplates on each cracked open. Molly, the pretty Vulpin with red fur that they had met on their first day in the Castle stepped out of hers first, looking a little dazed; a smiling femTindal that Nickolai figured for P'raine Shardik stepped out of the other one. "Daddy!" she shouted. "Rainy!" Shardik replied. "You know I hate when you do that!" "Oh, pooh," she said, helping Molly across the sands and into the water. A few moments later she and Molly joined them on the rooftop. "Hi, Dad." "Hello, sweetheart," Shardik replied, giving her a kiss that was anything but fatherly, followed by a more familial hug. "How have you been?" "Not bad, not bad. The pressure test is going pretty well." Nickolai listened for a moment, but his thoughts were interrupted by Molly saying "Hi, how've you two been?" "Fine," Furry replied calmly. "I asked about you, but they said you were on Terra." "Saturn, actually," Molly corrected her. "Yeah, we're custom-fitting a couple of high-pressure suits. A Terran corporation wants to experiment with what they call 'ultra-high-pressure' hardware, and we agreed to help as long as we get to go in for the results. That's my specialty at the moment, hardware design for extreme pressure conditions." Molly changed the subject herself. "So, Nickolai, how much longer do we have your company?" Nickolai scowled slightly and said, "I go back tomorrow." "Oh," Molly replied. "I'm sorry." "Yeah, me too," he said. "Do you think you'll be coming back?" Nickolai glanced over at Furry. Her face was full of hope. "I know I will," he replied emphatically. "Even if it's going to have to wait two years." "Wow," Molly said, somewhat wistfully. "You know, I sometimes wish I had someone who I felt like that about, but I've never really had the wherewithal to maintain a relationship." "We've only been together for two weeks," Furry replied. "Yeah, but to promise to come back after two years... I mean, for me, that's actually a lot. I only give that promise to Ken. And that's because he's family. Hey, I owe you something, don't I?" "What?" "A dragonride." "Oh," Furry replied. "That's not a big deal. It got rained out, so we'll just hold onto the raincheck. Maybe when Kolya comes back." "Or..." Molly replied thoughtfully, "I could let you drive around my SAPS." "Huh?" "Just a second." The Vulpin charged between Shardik and P'raine, talking to both quickly. There was a moment of exchange, then Shardik said "Go have fun. But be careful!" "Come on," Molly said as she returned to where Nickolai and Furry stood. They followed over the side of the Castle, down to the sand and out to the beach. "I'd like you to meet the SAPS standard Shirow Mark Nine. Terrans refer to the Mark Nines as BVDs because, according to the translation of the joke I got, BVDs are the sort of things you do everything in. And everything can be done in a Mark Nine Shirow." She climbed up into the one that was clearly "hers" and pulled something out, placing it over her temples. "This is my override. Now then, Nickolai, take mine, and Furry, get into Rainy's." Furry looked over at Nickolai, who smiled and clambered up the sides of Molly's suit. Furry paused for a second, looking up at this thing that was nearly three times her height before finding the handholds and hauling herself up and into the cockpit. "Now then," she said, "You'll find a set of headbands behind and to the left of you. Are you both familiar with biocybe and how it works?" Both acknowledged that they did. "Good," Molly said. "Okay, put the headbands on and wait. Tell me when you're ready." "Ready," Furry announced. "Ready," Nickolai agreed. "Okay. Hold on." Without warning, the front hatches MHD latches activated, closing down. "Okay, you're now in a suit of Shirow. Buckle up- use the full harness. Tell me when you think you've got it." There was another long pause, and then both said they were ready. Molly's disembodied voice corrected Nickolai on the placement of two buckles around his crotch- "They're in the wrong slots. If the suit inverted, that would do very bad things to parts of your anatomy that both you and Furry probably deem very precious." "Probably," Furry agreed, chuckling over the intercom. "Okay," Molly said, "Nickolai, take a step forward." "What?" "Think about the process of taking a step, without actually moving the leg. Try and send the orders down the nerves to your leg without really moving it." Nickolai concentrated for a moment, and then the suit lurched forward slightly. "Okay, I've got you in training mode... the suit is doing its own counterbalancing for you. In full-function mode, the sense of balance is provided by the user. So you're not going to fall over unless I want you to." "Thanks," Nickolai said dryly. "Take another step." The suit lurched again. After about an hour of walking around the beach, getting their balance and picking up large trunks of driftwood and throwing them several hundred meters at a time, Furry complained that she was getting a headache. "Okay, time out," Molly said. "Come back and sit down." Nickolai drove his suit carefully back to where he thought he had originally found it and sat it down. The hatch popped open and he clambered out. "How was it?" Molly asked. "It's... strange. I'm not sure I like having that much raw power. And it'll take some getting used to before I could use it at its full capacity." "Yup." The other suit came to a stop and sat, hard. Furry climbed out, rubbing her temples. "Are you okay?" "I don't know. My head hurts." "I overdid it on the active b/c," Molly said. "I'm sorry. Nickolai, why don't you take her in and have her take a nap?" "It's only five," Nickolai said. "Yeah, so? A nap is a great Pendor tradition. Do you think we regularly put in twenty-hour days? Only in boot camp. Go on, sleep 'til about nine. The party starts around fourteen today. We moved it back a little after last week... eating gets hard in the dark." "Okay," Nickolai replied. "You want to go sleep?" "I think so," Furry replied, still rubbing her temples and looking uncomfortable. He led her back to the Castle and their bedroom, and almost as quickly as Nickolai kissed her she fell asleep. He threw the covers over her, undressed and climbed in beside her. "Dave, wake us around nine." "Of course," the AI responded easily. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Nickolai awoke to the erotic sensations of sucking. He looked down to see a lump formed under the wine-colored bedsheets, and pulled them aside. "Hello?" he said gently. "You were so nice to me this morning, I figured I would return the favor," Furry replied, smiling and looking up the length of his body. "Thank you," he replied, tensing the muscles in his groin to make his cock bob back and forth. She grabbed it quickly with her mouth again and sucked down, making him tense with pleasure. "Wow," he sighed. She let go and snaked back up the length of his body. "Actually, I just wanted to tease you and let you think about later tonight." "Why?" "Because... Well, I just want you to remember tonight." "Furry," he sighed, "I'm going to remember these past two weeks for the rest of my life," he insisted. "Why do you think I should be particularly concerned with tonight?" "I dunno," she said, burying her head in his shoulders. "I just want... I want something I know you'll come back for." "You already are something I'll come back for. I don't need special presents or reminders." "I know," she sighed. He tickled her ears gently, enjoying the reactions he got, watching them flicker. "What time is it?" she asked. He wondered if that was an attempt to get him to stop tickling her, but she seemed to ask in earnest. In any event, Dave replied "It's almost ten o'clock." "Dave, I asked you to wake us at nine." "And at nine you distinctly told me to give you another hour." "I did?" "Yes. And since you gave me no specific instructions to ignore requests for more time, I took your request seriously." Nickolai sighed. He wondered if the event Dave described was true, since he didn't remember giving any such instruction, but it was possible... he'd learned to turn his alarm clock off in his sleep a long time ago. He turned over and said "We should get up." "Yeah," she agreed. They climbed out of bed and dressed, Nickolai taking advantage of her nudity to tickle her. They walked out onto the rooftop and Shardik was still there, dozing, a book over his face. "Hello," Molly's voice interrupted them. Nickolai looked around for a moment, then found her, swimming in the pool. "Come in, it's not bad." "Do you want to," Furry asked. "It would be nice." "Then let's do it," she replied, easing out of the clothing she had put on not ten minutes earlier and diving into the water. Nickolai followed her close behind. Molly was staring at them as the hugged in the water. "You know, I really envy you two. I wish I understood what it was that made you two work so well." "Well," Nickolai asked, nuzzling Furry close, "What about Ken and P'nyssa and Aaden? That seems to work, too." "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure," Nickolai replied. "How long do you two think you'll be together?" "Hopefully," Furry replied, "a long time. I don't know. I really don't. Something could come up, something that makes us incompatible. I hope not. I mean, we've only had two weeks to really get to know each other, and on the one hand it's been a wonderful two weeks, and on the other I'm starting to itch to get back into school, and get ready for a professional life, who knows. To really find out, we'd have to spend a long time together. Maybe we'll get that opportunity someday." "I'd like that," Nickolai said quietly. "Is that all it takes? A willingness to try?" "That's all it takes," a new voice interceded. "I wondered about that. At forty, you're a little beyond the norm to not have had kids yet, Molly." Shardik stood by the edge of the pool and looked down. "Hi, Dad." "Hiya, Molly." Shardik knelt down to kiss Molly. "Guys, let me tell you about Molly. Actually, let me tell you about a political matter. Terra used to fight this argument a lot. Molly here was what used to be called an unwanted child. You don't mind if I say that, do you?" Molly shook her head. "Her biomother decided, after reviewing the fact that her genetics were pretty much perfect, not to terminate the pregnancy even though she was absolutely sure that she could not take the time from her present project to raise a daughter. It's a very private situation, too. Because of the AI's involved, I don't know her biomother. She knows who I am, and Dave knows the whole story, and he's authorized to walk in anytime she wants and she knows it. But P'nyssa, Aaden and I all raised Molly. And she's grown up a fine child." "Thanks," Molly said, blushing. "What's wrong with the truth?" Ken asked. "You're a beautiful child, Molinar, and nothing will ever change that. You're smart, successful, beautiful, sexy." She grinned. "You're also the shyest child I've ever raised. Does it bother you when I tell your life story to strangers?" "No..." Molly said. "Yes, it does." "No, it doesn't. Look, the moment I was born I was put into your arms... well, actually I was put into P'nyssa's arms. You raised me, you fed me and held me and- gave me your speech patterns." She wheeled around and splashed water at him. "Sure, sometimes I wonder what my bioparents look like, but it's not a big deal." There was a silence, then Shardik said "Molly, is there anyone you want to spend time with, I mean, a lot of time?" "Not really," Molly said. "I mean... maybe I haven't met the person." "Well, maybe you haven't, but I don't think that's the issue. I mean... Oh, hell, sweetheart, I love you. I heard what you said earlier about my being the only person you'd make a promise too." "Not just you. Mom and Daddy Aaden, too. But... I don't know." Shardik leaned over and whispered something into Molly's ear. The fox looked up at him and smiled, nodding. "Sorry to discuss family like that... So, you guys have a good nap?" "Yes, we did," Nickolai replied after a moments thought. It still stunned him to be on a first name basis with these people, he realized. He hadn't yet gotten used to it, and he doubted he ever would. "Good. Oh, by the way... Molly, you may get a chance to keep your promise to them anyway." "How so?" "Kitty called, and she said she'll be here for the picnic tonight." "So?" "So how does Kitty usually get here?" Molly looked up at him, her eyes getting wider by the second. "We're going to need another cow," she said gently. "Already dealt with. In fact, Paul and Michelle have already tripped over to R'Rawl's camp and gotten us two more." "Good," Molly replied, her face scowling slightly. "I still say we eat too much meat." "It's good for you," Shardik replied. They lazed about the swimming pool for a while, Nickolai occasionally stealing glances over in Molly's direction. Furry swam over to him and whispered, "You think she's really pretty, don't you?" "Well, yeah," he admitted, blushing slightly. "Sorry." "What are you apologizing for? She's a nice person, and she is really pretty." "You think so?" "Kolya, if I were here and you weren't, I would seriously think about getting her into bed." Her hand reached down and brushed his groin. "I see the idea turns you on." "'Seeing' is not what your doing," he hissed, smiling. "You know what I mean," she chided. "What are you two whispering about so intently?" Molly asked, gliding through the water to their side. "Uhm... well..." Furry paused for a moment. "You." "Me?" "Yeah." "Like what?" Molly asked, intently curious. "Well... We were both discussing how attracted we both were to you." "Really?" Molly's eyes lit up. She lunged through the water and threw an arm around each of them. "Thank you." "For what?" Nickolai asked. "For saying that. I didn't dare ask, and I really wanted you both to like me. I was worried because when we first met I felt I was being a little awkward and overbearing. I do that when I first meet people. I'm sorry." "It's okay," Furry replied. "I understand. We were also talking about how, if the other weren't here, how we'd be trying to get you, well, into bed." "Do you still want to?" Molly asked, surprised. "Uhm... " Furry glanced at Nickolai. He leaned over and whispered into her ear. She nodded. "This is the second time in two weeks this has happened, which makes it all the more unbelievable, but I'm going to have to tell a beautiful Fem 'no'." Molly's expression fell. "Hold on." He reached out and touched her cheek. "I mean, yes, I would really like to get into bed with you, and I think the three of us together would be a lot of fun, but not tonight. This is our last night together for two years, and I think we want to spend it together, alone." Molly nodded and smiled. "Can I set that down on my list of rainchecks for Nickolai and Jofuran? You know, when you guys get back I'm going to owe you a lot." "Nothing you hadn't previously offered them anyway," Shardik interrupted. "You know, Nickolai, I have to congratulate you." "Sir?" "I'll let that one pass. In the past ten days you've done a stunning amount of change, and you've been good for the people around you." "Do you think so?" "In ten days you've learned to say what you want, clearly and effectively. You've managed to teach Jofuran here that not everything Terra offers is hatred and rejection. You've helped Molly with her personal struggles, and you've helped Skii with the same." "Do you really think so?" Nickolai asked. "I mean, all I've done is be there." "But is there anything more important than that?" Shardik asked. "Sometimes all it takes is for someone to be there, to be the catalyst for change. Even if Furry's dad had to kick you at one point, you've learned to be there. You know the expression 'If a tree falls...'?" Nickolai shook his head. "Oh, there's an old expression. 'If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is around to hear it, did it make a noise?' It's a surprisingly Daoist question, especially since it seems to be a Western creation. If you know a forest well, and one day a tree has fallen over, you have to wonder what noise it made. But if nobody heard the noise, did it even make one? "It comes down to existentialism. If you didn't exist, would the universe even exist? I mean, you're not here to experience it. So what difference does it make... the question becomes completely meaningless. What's important to you, and to me, is that you are there to experience what's going on in you're universe. All you have to do is be there." "I don't really understand," Nickolai said. "It's hard to explain," Shardik said, "because it asks you to hold in your mind one very difficult concept... you experience because you exist, but you exist only because you experience. That isn't really circular logic... it's sort of the base upon which everything else in life happens. But if you accept that you're a part of Molly's existence, then you're being there becomes very important to her. You've decided to let both of your universes, because that's what they are, overlap and interact, while those universes remain intact and undisturbed because they're yours. Any clearer?" "Not really," Nickolai sighed. Shardik sighed. "Well, maybe you'll understand it someday. It's not really important that you do. Let it rest at this, Nickolai. Since meeting Furry your universe has become very large, and that means that you've become important to the lives of other people. On the other hand, it also means that you frighten people with universes smaller than yours, people who want your universe to include only them, or a limited set of 'thems.' Furry, too, has had her universe grow, although I think she's the sort of person who was waiting for that to happen." "Uh-huh," Furry smiled. "I just didn't know how to say it." "Well... hello," Shardik said, looking up. "Take a look, out over the ocean." They all stood up on the stones that marked the more shallow end of the pool and looked out over the water. "See that?" "What?" "That black spot. Look right over the break in the rocks." "Kitty?" Molly asked. "Yup. Kitty and Pendor, right on time." "All right!" Molly said. "They really made it." "Did you think they wouldn't?" "How many times have we invited them and they couldn't make it?" "They always tell us when they can't." "Sometimes at the last minute." "Well, this time they promised they'd be here." Molly turned to Nickolai and Furry and said, "Well, do you guys want to get out, or dry off the quick and dirty way?" "What's the quick and dirty way?" Nickolai asked. "Like this," Molly said, jumping out of the pool and taking a swan dive over the edge of the Castle roof. Her tail was the last thing to vanish out of sight. "Kids," Shardik sighed. "Can't live with 'em, can't shoot 'em. She's gone down to the lagoon SDisk, and when she hits it she'll tell it to take her to the residential level." "Where she'll arrive dry." "Right," Shardik said. "If you're not particularly modest about public nudity, feel free. Remember that going down that side you'll fly right past the Felinzi side of the Castle, past M'Ress, N'Skii and M'Riah's rooms." "Well?" Furry asked. "What the Hell," Nickolai replied, jumping out of the water and diving over the side. "Good lad!" he heard Shardik yell as he dove. Nickolai hit the water head first and swam for the glowing SDisk. As he hit it, he found himself naked in the cool interior of Shardik Castle. Jofuran appeared a moment later, followed by Shardik, who looked comfortably dry in his billowing silken yellow-and-orange shirt. "That's how it's done," Shardik said as he assessed himself. "Make your decision and do it before the second thoughts hit." He turned to Nickolai and said "The trick in life is learning to stave off those second thoughts long enough to do the things that take more setup." "Is that how you do things?" "All the time. Go get dressed. Now I have to climb back out and go meet Kitty." Nickolai and Jofuran caught up with Shardik on the sands of the Lagoon five minutes later. Molly came by a little after that, apologizing because she had to brush her tail down. "Here they come." A few minutes passed as the tiny speck over the sea came closer and closer, and as it did so it began to resolve into a large black flying Dragon, easing over the water. The neck was shorter than Nickolai had expected, and the wings were wide. The dragon drew closer; Nickolai had to control his urge to flee from this monstrous creature. As it came floating in over the water, he did take a step back... and the huge claws set down onto the sand, the wings giving two final flaps to decelerate completely. On the dragon's back sat a young woman dressed in heavy leather pants and a jacket. "Ken!" she shouted. "Kitty!" he returned. "How ya doing?" "Just great!" she replied, sliding down off the simple harness Nickolai could see attached around the dragon's shoulders. Ken ran forward and hugged her as she hit the sand. They stood there for a moment talking, quietly so Nickolai couldn't hear them, then they walked back to where the other three stood. "Nickolai, Jofuran, meet Kitty Moran. Kitty, I'd like you to meet Nickolai Dittrich of Terra, and Jofuran Shigokai." "Terra?" she asked as she shook hands. "What's brings you to Pendor?" "Vacation," he replied. "You're not emigrating?" "Not as far as I know," he replied. Kitty shot a confused glance at Shardik, who shrugged. Then she turned and said, "Well, guys, meet Pendor. Pendor, meet Nickolai and Jorfuran." The Dragon nodded. "He says hi. It'll be a few hours before you can start hearing him." "Molly, about your promise?" Shardik said. "What? I was going to get Delrio to do it." "What's this? A promise involving Dragons?" Kitty asked. "Oh, I promised Nickolai and Jorfuran I'd try and get Delrio to give them a ride. But they've found their own ways around and it's a little late now to get Del's attention." "What do you think?" Kitty asked Pendor. The Dragon seemed to stare intently at Kitty for a few minutes and Kitty said "He says he'd love to take you two up." "Well?" Furry asked. Nickolai swallowed and said, "I guess." "Great. It'll be short. I'm dressed for it, but you two aren't, obviously." "Oh, Nickolai, that reminds me." Shardik spoke rapidly and then ran back in the direction of the Castle. They stood waiting in silence for him to return. "Here," he said, coming back through the crack in the rocks and tossing Nickolai his leather jacket. "This came back. Rather than have the leather reformed, I had them patch it well but visibly. I didn't think you'd mind a reminder." Nickolai looked at the patch, smiled and said "No, I don't. That gives me something to tell the guys at school about." "Okay, guys, get on," Kitty said. They eased onto the Dragon, Furry first, Nickolai behind her, Kitty behind him. "We're a lot of weight, but... Are you sure? Okay, he says we're fine. One, two, three!" There was a sudden lurch, and they were airborne. The flight was, as Kitty had promised, brief and chilly, but there was a certain ethereal thrill at riding on the back of the great Dragon. Nickolai remembered that even though everybody knew who the First Centaur was, Shardik had been very careful with the rest of his Tleils, never revealing who was the "First" of anything else. Rumor had it, though, that M'Ress was the First Felinzi and Pendor was First Dragon. As his heart raced and his mind flew, the events of the past two weeks slowly filtered through his brain again, and he hugged Furry closely. The Dragon began a slow, easy descent for the beach again, and as they touched down he whispered "I love you." She reached back behind her head and hugged him gently. "I love you too." They dismounted from the Dragon carefully, Furry pausing for a moment to let her toes soak in the heat of the sand after the flight. "Thank you," Nickolai said breathlessly. You're welcome, the Dragon said gently. Kitty started "He said-" "I heard him." "You what?" "I heard him," Nickolai repeated. "Wow." Hello, Pendor said. It's nice to meet you for real, Nickolai. "Same here," Nickolai said. "Wow," Kitty said. "That's got to be one of the fastest connections he's ever made in history." "Yeah," Shardik agreed. "Oh, by the way, Pendor, we got you steak for dinner. How do you want it done?" Rare. Hot, but rare. "Got it. Oh, and a friend of yours is here." "Aaden?" Kitty's expression lit up. "Yeah. Come on." Shardik led them back to the lagoon. Pendor took to the air to hop over the lip of the bowl, landing easily on the lagoon sand and curling up around a large rock, closing his eyes and snoring gently. "Does he always do that?" Nickolai asked. "Yeah," Kitty said, smiling. "He's a bit lazy at times, and we flew a good long distance. The funny thing is you can still talk to him. He's just resting." "Really?" Really, the Dragon replied without moving. By the way, Molly, you owe me a game of chinese checkers. "We were tied," the fox replied. Yes. Not a situation we should allow to continue unresolved. "Now?" As good a time as any. "Aaden!" Kitty's voice broke the relative quiet of Molly's conversation with Pendor. "Hi!" "Hiya, kiddo," Aaden said, dropping down and hugging her closely. "What is this 'kiddo' shit?" Kitty said. "I'm older than you are! You're starting to talk like he is." "Ohmifah," Aaden said, grinning. "Am I starting to look like him, too?" Kitty took a step back, giving him a critical look with one eye closed. "May...be." "Very funny," he said, pulling her close and hugging her again. "You look good." "And you look great," she said. "How's the lug?" "Pendor? Still the same... lazy, helpful, a great baby- sitter." "It's a damned shame I never could talk with him without hardware." The conversation settled down into an easy, familiar pattern that Nickolai was starting feel more and more a part of. He knew that he was in a place that Terrans usually considered dangerous, mysterious, perverse- yet he found nothing dangerous at all in these people. They asked nothing of him that he wasn't already willing to give. He was perfectly aware of the relationships within Shardik Castle, at least as aware as any Terran was allowed to be. He knew that Shardik and Aaden sometimes participated in sadomasochism, that Kitty's sometime sexual partner was Pendor, that... he could go on with the list of objections. Furry came up from behind and wrapped her arms around him. "How are you feeling?" she asked. "Weird," he admitted. "Having one of those 'I can't believe I'm here' attacks." "Well, you still really are here. What I can't believe is that your mother gave in." "That's not so hard," Nickolai said. "Now that I think about it, she knows she can't really control my life anymore, and if I come home in one piece, maybe it'll be good for her." "Hopefully," she said. "Nickolai!" Shardik said loudly, startling him. "You're hired." "For what?" "We need some people to move tables and gear down the tunnel, and someone has to dig the firepit." I'll do that. "What? Oh, what am I thinking?" Shardik asked rhetorically. "There's a dragon here. Yeah, yeah... Uhm, Aaden, you know where you want it." "Right over here," Aaden said. The massive bulk of the Dragon shifted in the sand, and Pendor stood up on all fours. With a single swipe of his massive forepaw a huge gout of sand seemed to vanish. A few casual digs and the entire pit was hollowed out of the sand. "Thanks." No problem, as long as I get first bite. "Better give it to him," Kitty said. "I will, I will," Aaden replied, smiling. "Okay, Nickolai, Furry, Molly, go join Skii and M'Riah... they're down the tunnel. I need the stones, the grill, both tables, and the spit for turning." The three raced down the tunnel, Nickolai grateful for something to do, and found Skii and another Felinzi male sorting through a storage room. "Hi?" he asked when they entered. "Hi, guys," Skii asked, embracing Nickolai. "Thanks for getting me out of a bind this morning." "No problem," Nickolai asked. "You must be M'Riah." "And you must be Nickolai Dittrich of Terra. Yes. Skii's been telling me all about you. And this must be Jofuran." He held his hand; when she offered hers he kissed it. "My pleasure." "Mine as well," Furry replied. "What do we need?" "Well, the ATV there has the stones for the pit. You'll need to set them once they're out there. And here's the charcoal," he grunted. "We'll need more than that eventually. M'Riah, can you?" "Take the cart? Of course." The black-and-white Felinzi walked with perfect posture to the cart and drove it away. "Don't worry about him. He's like that all the time." "Seems so... formal," Furry said. "I don't know. He's been that way since I was born, and Ember tells me he was like that the day he was born. Very quiet cub. Anyway, he's actually kinda fun in bed- just sorta cuts loose, y'know? Almost doesn't say anything, just purrs and growls a lot. Very sexy, if you're into the animalism fetish." Skii smiled wide. "Come on, come on, grab a table." They walked back down the tunnel with the tables in hand, Nickolai and Furry on one, Molly and Skii on the other. They spent the next hour doing much of the same, setting up tables and putting out foodstuffs. Nickolai encountered a lot of food he was familiar with, and a bewildering array of things he wasn't, including a very heavy stew which Nickolai found delicious. "Good?" Shardik asked him as he sampled it. "Yeah," Nickolai answered, smiling. "It's unofficial nickname is Sandless Chili." "'Sandless'?" "Yeah. See, most spices you get pre-packaged are sold with sand as a primary de-caking agent, so it'll flow. I get fresh herbs and such and throw them all into a blender with some water... It makes a really spicy paste that I use to flavor the stuff. Also, I use a really coarse cornmeal as a thickener, and real stew meat instead of ground beef." He seemed pleased to have someone new to discuss his recipe with. "It works." He smiled momentarily, then said "You seem happier, Nickolai. Why is that?" "Oh, I don't know," Nickolai replied. He did feel good, almost to the point of laughing. "I just feel good having something to contribute. I've felt like a bit of leech the past couple of days." "Nonsense, dear boy. Look, you're sixteen and I'm a thousand. What's the difference. I invited you, your my guest. Besides, you've just encountered the first hurdle in the psychology of abundance." "Huh?" "Don't grunt, Nickolai, it's not polite. Look, here on Pendor you're clothed and fed. Nobody's going to deny you basic survival... we've got the resources to easily make everybody obscenely wealthy, but they already are anyway. What you've just encountered is the wish to contribute, to be a part of the system. Congratulations- you now understand how Pendor works better than most Terrans." "That's it? I contribute what I want when I can?" "That's it. Don't you see it, though? You want to contribute. Whereas most Terrans are operating under the impression that they have to contribute... their very survival is at stake. The only place where these two systems ever really meet is in space, where you have to contribute to the ship, or you die... but then, you wanted to get on that ship." "That's... really interesting." "Isn't it, though?" Shardik asked. "Turn around," he said suddenly. Nickolai turned around just to see Paul Lewis toss something into the firepit. A HUGE fireball erupted out of it, followed by a minute or so of flames two meters high. They slowly died down. "I think the fire's lit," Paul called out. "Carcass number one, please." Nickolai turned just in time to see Ember pull a white sheet off of the body of a dead animal, then turned away equally quickly. "Nickolai?" Shardik asked. "I know what you're going to say. That for millions of years my carnivore ancestors ate things like that without any cooking. That Terrans are afraid to know how the things they find in their supermarkets get there." "No, I was going to ask if you're okay. I know you know all about that." Nickolai looked up after a deep breath. "Okay. It's just not easy... I mean, as 'natural' as it all looks, I'm not used to it." A thought occurred to him, and he looked up at Shardik and said, "Let me try and explain it. Skii told me how you managed the exocellular nanotech systems for reproduction. The fact that it's... um... The word I'm looking for... ongoing? There for the next-" "Self-perpetuating?" "Yeah. Self perpetuating, doesn't make it any more natural than Saman Transfer. I know your argument that it's evolution using intelligence as the agent of change, but maybe that's what Saman facilities are on Earth. Which kinda makes displays like that no more 'natural' than plankton sandwiches." "Would you use the word 'barbaric?'" Shardik asked. Nickolai smiled and said, "That's a judgment call, and I've learned better around you." "Good lad!" Shardik said, slapping him on the shoulder gently. "Come on, where's your girlfriend?" "Furry?" He looked around quickly, and found Furry with Carroll Lewis setting out blankets and a rack covered in towels. "Hi!" she said as they walked over together. Shardik kissed Carroll gently. "How's everything?" "Not bad," Shardik admitted. "We were discussing philosophy." Carroll sighed. "Again?" "I don't mind, Miss Lewis." "Carroll, please," the Centaur said with a hint of frustration. "Miss Lewis sounds so... old-fashioned." After Pendor had been fed and other members of the family had shown up, making the picnic an almost bewildering array of names that Nickolai had at least a passing fascination with, he found himself sitting on a large towel by the lagoon. Skii swam over to him, coming right up to the edge of the water. "Hey, Nickolai, can I ask you a question?" Nickolai tried to think of what Skii would ask him, then decided he wanted to know. "I guess." "This is gonna sound a little predatory, but... do you have sex with guys?" Nickolai nearly choked on his potato salad. "I'm sorry..." "No, no... that was just not a question I thought you were going to ask." "Oh, well... Do you?" "I... I did." "But you preferred women more." "A lot more. Why?" "Do you want the honest truth?" "Usually," Skii replied, smiling. "Because the guy I slept with asked too damned much of me. If you'll pardon the phrase, I don't like getting fucked." "He forced you... ?" "No," Nickolai sighed. "But he made me feel like... well, it's hard to say. It was two years ago, I think, and I guess he made me feel like I wasn't a real man if I couldn't do that." Skii scowled. "Look, I just talked to Molly, and she said that you and she have a... 'raincheck.' What is a raincheck?" "As far as I can remember, if an outdoor event gets rained out, a raincheck is a promise that tickets for the event are good later." "Oh... then why 'raincheck'?" "There are good reasons why Furry and I aren't going crazy and grabbing Molly, or Ken for that matter, since he did make a pass at us earlier this week." "Did he now?" Skii smiled mischievously. "It was only a little one, and P'nyssa caught him at it." "Still... look, can I take a 'raincheck' on the same offer?" "Huh?" "Since you 'usually want the truth,' I'll give you some. I'd really like to spend the night with both of you." "Both of us?" "Both of you. Just because I have a preference for men doesn't mean I don't like women; I'm not like Aaden that way. And that's not saying anything bad about Aaden," he finished quickly. "It's just that Furry's really cute. And I think playing with both of you would be very interesting. And I don't know how you feel about me, but I think I'm pretty trustworthy." "As long as you're not driving," Nickolai said, laughing. "Hey, I was pretty careful when I had a passenger." "You were trying not to scare him that night. In the morning you weren't so careful." "We were a hurry," Skii replied with a smile. "You're right. I'm a maniac on the road. I admit it. But I'm not a rapist." "Neither was he," Nickolai mused. "Just a schmuck." "One bad experience isn't something to base your whole life on." "No, but when I look at men, I don't get the heat the way I do when I look at women." "Yeah, so? Nickolai, when the lights are off it's really hard to tell who's sucking on you. Just think about it. And remember, I want her there too." He nodded. "Hey," Skii said, "Look who's here." "Evening, kids," Shardik said. In his hand he held a small black box to Nickolai. "There's something you forgot on this trip." "What?" "Pictures." "A camera?" "Think about it Nickolai. Wouldn't you love originated, time-stamped photos of you, me, Skii, Pendor, Carroll, the Castle, everything? Feel free, take pictures. The normal resolution on that's about a one thousand DPC, and if you're willing to take about ten percent of the media you can maintain that for a print two meters on a side." "What would I want to do that for?" Nickolai asked. "Isn't there anything you'd like a permanent record of for your wall at school?" he asked, glancing over to where Furry and three others were playing catch with a disc and splashing in the beach. None of them wore any clothing. "Uh... yeah. Got any more carts?" "Will ten total do?" Shardik asked, digging into a pocket and pulling out nine more. "Yeah," Nickolai said. "Fine." "I think you've stunned him," Skii said. "Stunned?" Shardik asked, his voice trailing into falsetto. "Yeah, stunned," Skii replied. "And don't start with jokes that are literally a millennia old." "I won't," Shardik promised. Nickolai wandered away from the conversation and started snapping pictures almost at random. Mostly photos of Furry, but others of members of Shardik Castle. He had Ember, who he had just been introduced to, take pictures of him and Aaden standing by a rather sleepy-eyed Pendor. He got pictures of Shardik, P'nyssa, and himself, at the high-resolution Shardik had suggested. He wanted as much memory as he could possibly stuff into one night on the cartridges. He took pictures inside the Castle, including look-down views on the picnic from the roof of the Castle. "You're going to go click-happy," Shardik said. "Yeah, but I realized that we've got a 160cent 1000dpc printer at school, and I think having a picture of Furry on one wall and one of you, me, and P'nyssa on the other would just be perfect." "Actually, I've got a better idea," Shardik replied. He raised his head above his hands and shouted, "Hey! Everybody put down what you're doing and come over here. Everybody! Stand in front of Pendor." What are you doing? Nickolai heard Pendor asked. "Getting a family picture. Now, we can either stand on your head, or you could loom over us." I'll loom, the Dragon replied. "Okay, Ember, Michelle, over there. Calffn, you and Calli stand over there..." After a few minutes, he had the entire party of about thirty people all standing in a small circle, Pendor's head just above his shoulder. "Okay, Furry, stand right next to me, on the right, and Nickolai, you stand over here. Okay Dave, whenever you're ready." The camera seemed to float in midair, then a series of whirs told everyone the picture was taken. "There. Okay, everybody back to what they were doing." Shardik retrieved the camera and said, "There. That should surprise your friends. Not just Shardiks, but Rhysling Adnil, Tarrette Traken, Kitty and Pendor." "Thank you, sir." "You deserve it, Nickolai. And stop calling me sir!" he exclaimed, smiling. As the night wore down, Nickolai and Furry found themselves nearly falling into their bedroom, exhausted from a party that, much unlike the one held the previous week, seemed to have been thrown for their benefit. "You're not happy," Nickolai said as he sat down on the bed, rubbing his eyes. "I'm... Nickolai, tonight I made more friends than I had ever imagined possible. I've never played frisbee, or whatever you call that thing. I've never just sat around and gossiped about boys... I saw talking to Skii. I've never had so many people just say 'hello' to me. You have no idea how deliriously happy that makes me. "But I can't help thinking that this is our last night together." "It's only for two years." "No!" she said, angrily. "You keep saying that. How do I know that? How can I be sure? How can I know for sure that you'll be back? Maybe you'll meet someone else, maybe when you come back the 'real' thing won't be as good as the memories that grew while you were gone. Nickolai..." Her eyes filled with tears. "I need you." He reached out gently and pulled her down onto the bed with him. "I need you, too, Furry." He ran a hand along her fur, touching her. She felt vaguely... dusty, he thought. "You've got salt crystals in your fur... you need a shower." "Uh-huh," she said, gently. "I know." "Furry," he said, "I'll be back. I promise you. I've already made the reservations and paid for the trip." "What? How?" "Ken said use all the resources of the Castle I wanted to." "And you had Dave do it? How did you pay for it? That's still a Terran transaction." "Shardik foreign exchange fund." "You can do that?" "Dave let me. Does it matter otherwise?" Furry thought about that for a moment. "I guess not." She smiled gently. "I guess you will be back." "Oh, yes," he replied. "I'll be back." "What if you don't... don't find me as attractive when you return." "Then we'll deal with it when we return. Like Ken said, you can't predict things like that. You have to wait until you get there." "That's not easy," she sniffed. "Nothing worth waiting for ever is." "Did you... did you take a look at the nameplate on the door when you came in?" "No. Why, I thought it was blank?" "It's not." "What does it say." "Go take a look. When you get back, I'll be in the shower." She stood up off his lap and walked into the shower. Nickolai, his curiosity piqued, made his way to the front door and looked to his left. He read the plaque three times before heading back to the shower. "Furry!" he said as he raced in. "What does that mean?" "What did it say?" "Jofuran Shigokai," he announced. As he stripped off his clothes and walked into the steam-filled shower, she said "It means, I have a place here, now. I'm free to come and go from The Castle whenever I choose. "Ken told me that there are a lot more people who are allowed to live here than who do. Only he and the Lewis' have listed Castle Shardik as their official residence for as long as the Castle has existed, although quite a few others use it as a primary message drop. But it means that I've joined the nine-hundred people or so who can add the name 'Shardik' to their own." "Jofuran Shigokai... Shardik?" "Not quite." "What?" "Jofuran Shigokai Dittrich Shardik," she said, firmly. "It's a little old-fashioned, I'm told, but I need you, Nickolai, and I'm not ashamed to have your name attached to mine. I want you." She smiled up at him and hugged him close. He felt a little stiff, holding her, not sure how to react. Then he felt that familiar grounding from her and slumped against her, holding her strong. He needed her, more than anything else he could think of, he needed her. "I love you, Nickolai," she whispered over the shower. "I love you too." "Nickolai?" she asked, looking at him again, "Would you be upset if I told you I didn't want to make love tonight, that I'd rather we just slept, and tomorrow I put you on a ship headed out?" He smiled and shook his head. "Anything for you, Jofuran Shigokai. Anything." She smiled. "Why didn't you use my full name?" "Because I fell in love with Jofuran Shigokai, and what she's become is just something extra. But even without that... I don't know. I love you, Furry, and nothing is ever going to change that." "Thank you, Nickolai." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Embassy Tales: Terran Sands Journal Entry 002 / 00100 Seren, Narrin 01, 00100 January 02, 1984 "So how do you like that outfit?" M'Cadarra asked. "It's worse than the other one," R'Dam sighed. "And yours?" "Mine isn't quite so accurate, but it does fit me." M'Cadarra's own tuxedo appeared to be two sizes too large for him, but that was mostly due to the fur underneath it. R'Dam had finally decided to go with Pendorian slippers rather than the hard shoes the Terrans had supplied him. They had the right color and he hoped they would pass. R'Dam examined himself in the mirror. He wished desperately for the freedom to go back to the ship, but the decision to restrict SDisk use on the ground to emergency purposes had been one of his ideas. He would live with it. They could get back to the ship in the blink of an eye but there was no sense letting the Terrans know that. "What did Joshua say?" the M'Cadarra asked. "Joshua thinks you're doing well," the AI replied from the small radio in R'Dam's pocket. "I am quite impressed by your current negotiations. I have been warned that these humans you two are dealing with are among the most devious on the planet and so far most of what they intend has been very obvious. I'm not sure what it is I'm supposed to be watching out for." He chuckled. "Should I accompany you?" "I'll take the communicator," R'Dam replied, sliding it into his pocket. "These people are just now getting used to streaming cellular telecomm but I'm sure I can convince them it's a necessity." "Indeed," M'Cadarra replied. "I feel naked without a weapon." "Uncia," R'Dam sighed, giving his old friend a grin. "Satryls," M'Cadarra chuckled, giving R'Dam's ear a briefly painful tweak. "Let us go meet our transport." "It's called a limousine." "Whatever," the Uncia replied. "I'm here to protect you, not learn the local language." They made their way down to the hotel lobby. Washington denizens long jaded by the presence of kings and princes, tyrants and dictators turned to gawk at the imposing feline presence of M'Cadarra as the two strode through. The Terran at the door was efficient and they soon found themselves being whisked down the road in their car. "It's a shame, really," M'Cadarra said. "All this energy built into being impressive rather than being efficient or fun. Such a waste all their petrochemicals gone into transportation rather than manufacturing, for example. "The humans have a saying. 'The eye that sees the past sees perfectly.' If we have a chance to change their course by showing them a working future I think we should take it." "Perhaps," the Uncia said. "And perhaps it would be best to let the humans learn for themselves what they need to know." "And if they don't before they drown?" R'Dam asked. "I don't think they'll drown." All through the conversation the human assigned to guard and escort them appeared to keep his stare fixed out the window. R'Dam turned to him. "Agent Murray?" "Hmm?" the young man asked. Although on this detail for only two days now, already he had the practiced air of someone who had worked with aliens his entire life. "Is my conversing in our native tongue disturbing you?" "I figure you have something to talk about. Don't let me interrupt you. Like I said, I'm just here to make sure you don't get hurt or lost." "I appreciate that, Agent Murray." They arrived at yet another impressively massive structure designed to impose on its viewers the notion of authority. R'Dam had to admit he felt intimidated. There were certainly structures as large as this in a few places on Pendor and he had seen several of them in person. But in what some people already called the Hurried Century there had been little thought put towards anything other than the elegantly utilitarian. Even the Tangent Arcology, for all its massive size and outstanding engineering, stood little more than a gleaming brick over a lovely lake. It was, a friend of his had pointed out, something that typically appealed to the male aesthetic. After being checked through a security detail (his identify was little in doubt) he was led by a hostess in an exquisitely tailored black dress through a pair of open doors. A gentleman clearly marked by the effects of geriatry raised his head and introduced them. "Dam Reinrau of Pendor and security detail." R'Dam bowed politely to the announcer, a gesture he noticed upon standing seemed unexpected. He was not yet used to the customs of Terrans and regarded their structure of respect to be wildly out of proportion. The man had done his job. He deserved acknowledgement. The Terrans seemed to treat him as if he were a doorknob rather than a doorman. He was relieved when he spotted Ambassador D'Gen. She walked over to him and kissed his cheek in a familiar fashion; they had been lovers on board the Main for a brief time and he still regarded her with a friendly eye. "Joshua tells me all is well," she said, touching his wrist in reassurance. "And I have faith in you, Dam." He gave her his best smile. "Thanks, Genelina. I appreciate that." Music began and some began to use the center of the main floor to dance. Around him shuffled a great many people; a few spoke to him, thanked for him coming. None asked him a direct question. None, that is, until a voice behind him asked, "Aren't you terribly bored with all this?" "How could I get bored?" he asked, turning around. "I've never seen anything like this before in my life. And how are you this evening, Rebecca?" The junior trade representative he had met that morning smiled back at him. "I'm so glad you remember my name, R'Dam. Not too bad. I am finally bored of this. You don't have anything like this on Pendor?" He shook his head. "We have parties, sure, but nothing to match the-- what is the phrase you used when we parted this afternoon?" "Pomp and circumstance?" "Yes, that. I'm astounded by the extension of detail performed here, the unnecessary steps taken to make your leaders look more important than they obviously are." Surprised by his comments, she replied, "This is how we know they're important." "And not by their actions?" "Well, that too, but this is a kind of reminder." "I guess we have better memories." He smiled to her. "If you are so bored with this, why are you still here?" "The food is good," she replied with a grin. And then a sigh. "And I have nowhere else to go. There's home, with twenty channels of nothing on the television and a stack of paperwork a mile high, I suppose, but that's not really an option." He looked at her. In a slinky black dress that seemed to pour itself over her body as she moved yet managed to hide every one of her suggestive charms effectively, she looked very lovely. She had been tough and effective this morning but friendly when not directly discussing matters on the table. He couldn't imagine her without companionship. "No friends? Family? Beloveds?" "In this town?" She gave a short, brittle laugh. "There's no time for things like that and, besides, the people I could run into around here are more interested in me for how close I can get to the President, not in me." R'Dam found the thought of her being so lonely very sad. Loneliness on Terra, he realized, was part of a terrible compromise. Competition for the scarce physical necessities turned the emotional necessities into a kind of commodity all their own. The people spinning before him on the darkened floor did not like one another; they were all, in one way or another, posturing for more. More what? he wondered. What, exactly, was Terran prosperity for? He suddenly wanted to get out of there. "Rebecca, how late will this party run?" "Until about one in the morning, I imagine." "After sunrise-- Oh, I forget. Your middle of the night is your first hour. We count our time from sunrise and sunset. That will be..." "About three hours from now," she said. "I never did find out if you understood how long an hour is?" "It is an hour long," R'Dam replied with a smile. He was grateful for her attention even if he was not convinced she liked him. "Our hours are exactly as long as yours." "Exactly?" she asked, surprised. "Exactly." "How does that work?" She seemed earnestly curious, but then stifled a yawn. "Oh, sorry." "You are bored with this," he said, gesturing to the room. She nodded. "That's good. I'm not at all impressed by this, either. I am suddenly finding it rather... sad, in a way." She grinned. "Listen, you've been granted temporary diplomatic visas, right?" R'Dam nodded. "Are you under any movement restrictions?" "I don't believe so. At the moment we have many of the rights of traditional Embassy personnel. I believe agent Murray over there was assigned to us mostly for our own concern rather than to protect citizens from us." "Wait here." She walked over to where the agent was standing and spoke to him for a moment. R'Dam saw the unmistakable expression of frustration cross his usually expressionless face but finally he seemed to relent. She walked back to R'Dam and said, "So, would you like to go somewhere a little quieter?" "Where would that be?" "I know this fabulous little cafe just a couple of blocks from here. I go there for breakfast once in a while and I think they're open until midnight." "I had better check with my people, then." He pulled out the communicator from his pocket. "Joshua? I'm going out of M'Cadarra's custody. Yes, I'll keep the phone with me. Yes, Rebecca Inderson, the Associate Secretary of State for Interstellar Trade. Thanks." He smiled at her. "I am yours, Rebecca." "Becky, please, R'Dam. And-- No, I suppose you're right. It is Interstellar Trade now, isn't it?" Recovering their coats, they emerged from the noisy party into the wintry cold of a Washington night in January. A light snow had begun to fall, adding to the already white grounds of Kennedy Center. The chill muffled the sounds of the city and seemed to bring both of them closer to one another. "Does it snow on Pendor?" she asked. R'Dam found the question amusing. "That depends on where you live. Snow falls in most places. It snows most on the edges and it almost never snows in the middle." "The middle?" she asked. "You mean, like the equator?" Realizing he had almost let that secret drop early, he recovered. "Yes, that's the word I want. The equator." "It doesn't sound much different from Earth." "It isn't meant to be," he said. "There are some differences. When your people come to our world the differences will become more apparent. The land is very much like Earth's. But it's not Earth in many significant respects." They reached the cafe and she led him inside. She asked the waitress for a booth. The waitress did a double take at the sight of R'Dam's tail and curious gait but she said nothing. "I still don't understand the Pendorian concept of being rich," Becky said, continuing their conversation from that morning. "It's actually not hard to understand. Being rich on Pendor isn't about having a lot of things, it's about having something to do every day that makes you happy and makes those around you admire what you do." "But how do you measure that?" "Every fen has to measure that in their own way." The waitress approached. Becky ordered coffee for both of them before continuing. "Doesn't that mean some people abuse the system? I mean, how do you make sure that someone isn't taking more than their fair share?" He shrugged. "There are a few who don't do anything. Very few, actually. They're looked after; we see to it that they have enough food and water, a roof over their heads and so on. Don't you look after your mentally ill here on Earth?" "Well, yes, but we don't think of those who don't have to work as mentally ill." "Maybe you should." Their coffees arrived. He sipped his cautiously. "It's strong. Oh, no, this doesn't have caffeine in it, does it?" "Of course," she said. "Why? Is that bad?" "It's poisonous to my kind." He looked up at the waitress. "Could you bring me a glass of milk? Large, please. She didn't know coffee makes me..." "He's allergic to it," Becky offered. "Sure. It'll still be on your tab, though." "That's okay," Becky said. "My mistake." "I think this is one of those places where our cultures are fundamentally at odds," R'Dam continued after the waitress had left. "You work your entire lives in order to achieve a state where you need not work. We spend our lives at a slower pace. We don't expect our children to begin serious work until they're well into their third decade. When they do we're usually very proud of them and that is payment enough." The waitress returned with his milk and he took a long draught before continuing. "You think you have to work because you all think there isn't enough for you. So you have to fight for what you need. We don't. So we struggle only for what we want." Becky nodded as she sipped at her coffee. They were silent for a while before she said, "I suppose that makes sense. There must not be many people on your world." "We have a little under three million people. Less than the population of this city. But we aren't worried. We doubt there will be the kind of resource pressure you on Earth have always worried about." The waitress dropped off the tab. R'Dam reached into a pocket and carefully examined the bills he held until he had found the right amount. Becky examined the amount, frowned, and put in another dollar. "Did I get the amount wrong?" "You paid for the coffee but you didn't leave a tip. Payment for services." "Oh. How is that calculated?" "Ten to fifteen percent of the amount." "Curious." He felt the expression of disapproval cross his face, and he noticed her see it. She didn't comment. Instead, she placed her hand over his on the counter. "R'Dam, can I ask you a personal question?" "Yes," he replied quickly. "Are you married?" He laughed. "We don't-- marry-- on Pendor. We have contractual relationships for raising children and what organized efforts there are exist to supply the needs of families raising children, not 'marriages.' If people want to live together that is their decision. If they want that relationship publicly recognized they are welcome to involve the community in that decision and can encourage the community to help them remain together through difficulties. And no, I'm not in a monogamous relationship right now." "Oh." Becky shook her head. "What about-- physical relations? Can you have them with humans?" He paused. She was clearly heading in a direction he hadn't anticipated. He had been told that humans typically did not get involved with physical intimacy without a great deal of subtle and somewhat underhanded negotiating, often in conditions where neither knew what the other had to offer and apparently never about what each brought to bed. He thought about his next few words carefully. "Becky, are you asking me if I can go home with you or if I will go home with you?" "Both," she sighed. "I can, and I would like to, if you would invite me." She hesitated. "Why don't you walk me home? Your people can direct you back to the hotel if you need to go back, right?" "I believe that's within Joshua's capabilities." Now it was her turn to look puzzled. "You were talking to him on your cell phone, weren't you? Who is Joshua?" "The ship's computer." He pointed skyward. "Oh. He speaks English?" "He speaks a lot of languages, actually. Hi's very talented. Not terribly creative, but that's not an AI speciality." "Oh." The waitress took the check and the cash. "Okay, let's go." They both rose. Making their way through the snow-bound sidewalks, both were silent as she again led the way, this time to her apartment. "This is it. Want to come inside and see?" "I'd enjoy that." She unlocked the door and led him into the old brownstone building. The walked up a flight of stairs and turned a left, coming to apartment 2C. She unlocked that door as well and led him inside. "Sorry about the mess," she said. He examined her home slowly. It was small with an old center-stand table, painted yellow, dominating the center of the room. It had two stacks of files on it. A bookshelf lined one wall and a video display-- a television, he corrected himself, a read-only video device with very limited selection options-- occupied a corner. Two posters occupied the walls. A kitchen jutted out along one wall, separated from the room they had entered by a bar of sorts. There were three chairs about the table. Facing the television was a large couch in black leather. It looked well-worn but undamaged. A door led off somewhere, he guessed to the bedroom. "It has more room than my cabin on the ship," he said. "And I have to share mine with a roommate. But my cabin was not as cluttered, perhaps. That may be because books are heavy but data is light. We have many terminals." "I can imagine," she said. "Look, this is probably going to sound really stupid but, you're like, a cat... man from the waist down, right? So, I mean, is your, um, you know, is it barbed?" He laughed aloud for several seconds. "No, it's not. It's not on real cats, either. That's a myth. There's a ridge of cartilage there but it's not a real barb. That comes from veterinarians examining the penis after death, when there's been some drying and it looks like a barb. We anticipated that question." He glanced at her, not sure what to say next. "I guess if you want to see for yourself, I could..." "No, that's okay. Not right now," she replied hurriedly. "I mean..." She approached him slowly. "What would it be like?" "I don't know," he replied, his mouth suddenly dry. "I've never had a Terran lover. I might even be the first. Short of whomever Shardik has slept with." "R'Dam, you can't make me pregnant, can you?" "No," he said. "Nor can I have any diseases that I can pass on to you, nor you to me." "That's good," she said. "I hadn't thought about that." He reached down and placed his hands on her shoulders. She looked up. He watched her eyes and waited for her to say something as the distance closed between them. His lips touched hers ever so softly and she pulled him in hard, holding the two of them close as she kissed him. He heard her breath catch in her throat and felt her arms encircle his waist entirely. "Maybe it's time we moved to the bedroom," she suggested. "Maybe it is," he agreed. She led him through a narrow door. Her bed was queen-sized, in his experience large for one but barely large enough to hold two comfortably. He realized that he didn't know much about the clothing he wore and might have to ask her help to get out of it. He also realized that he didn't know how to proceed with her. A Pendorian fem and he would have some idea about what they wanted before they got into the bedroom. Here, he was out of the realm of the theoretical. He could also see apprehension coloring her brown, human eyes. She was as out of her realm as he. She swallowed. "I don't normally bring home men on a first date," she said softly. "I just I guess I dared myself. Maybe it's a bad dare." "What did you dare yourself?" She giggled. "You were right, back at the party. I haven't had a boyfriend in a long time. I was thinking about that this afternoon for different reasons than our meeting this morning. A friend was talking about her boyfriend troubles and I was wishing I had a boyfriend to have troubles with. For some reason I thought of you and I thought it would be a hoot to be the first human to sleep with an alien. Guess you're not all that alien, are you?" He was touched that she allowed him that kind of intimacy, even if her motives weren't entirely about her liking him. "Alien enough," he murmured with a smile. "We can if you still want, Becky. I promise to be gentle. And you've been very lovely to me so far." He placed his hands on the thin straps that held her evening gown in place. He lifted them from her shoulders and slowly allowed them to fall down her arms. The gown clung to her breasts, refusing to fall completely without his help. He gave it that help while he kissed her. She giggled. "I can't believe you said that." "What?" "'I promise to be gentle.' Do you know how-- cliched that sounds?" She laughed. "No, I guess you wouldn't, would you?" "Do Terran men say it often?" he asked. She opened her mouth to reply, then stopped. Then, "No, actually. I don't think I've heard anyone say it to me ever. Not even the creep who I lost my virginity to." "Then how can it be a cliche?" he asked, taking her hand. She responded with a kiss. The two of them sunk down onto the bed as his lips kissed her throat. Hands wrestled with clothing as he slowly pushed her dress down the length of her body. Her hands found the buttons holding his shirt closed. Fingers worked feverishly. R'Dam was surprised by the intensity radiating off her. "Becky?" he asked. "Hmm?" she said. "I don't know how I got into these clothes. I'm going to need some help getting out." He watched her try to hold back a laugh. She failed. "I know that feeling," she said. "Here, let me help." He watched as she found the clasp for the cummerbund and tossed it aside. He kicked off the shoes-- those, at least, he knew how to deal with. The tie was easy enough and he managed to get the shirt off without much difficulty. "There's looptape in the back where the tailor made room for the tail." "I see it. We call it Velcro." "That's a brand name. We couldn't use it." "I thought you weren't involved directly in the trade negotiations," she said mockingly. "I still must keep track. It's my job," he said as he finally managed to toss the shirt aside. He reached down and eased himself out of the restrictive pants he had been wearing for far too long. Becky gasped. "I-- I didn't realize ." R'Dam had a tiger's coloration; soft tinges of orange fur reached up his cheeks almost touching his eyes, then disappeared down the back of his neck to spread into denser patterns on his shoulders and arms, thinning again only as they reached the back of his hand and fingers. A narrow band of the same orange complimented his pale skin down his back to his waist, where it spread out to become thicker. Becky had seen the fur on his face and his hands and she had seen his tail. The sight of his legs with their very feline shape and their dense fur had given her pause. Hanging between those powerful thighs was a short sheath of fur from which emerged an average-sized manhood. It wasn't a completely human cock, however; most men had a clear delineation between the head and the shaft of it, but on R'Dam that clear line was just a slight change of coloration. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Yeah," she said. "Just surprised. Sorry, never saw a naked alien before." She laughed nervously. "I've never seen a naked alien before, either. Naked humans, yes, but never a naked Terran." She laughed and pushed the dress over her hips, revealing the rest of her body to his eyes. He looked her over appreciatively. She had the pale skin of someone living through a long winter, but that pale skin accentuated the dark tangle of pubic hair between her thighs. It was a shade darker than the brown on her head. Her body was shapely, if a little hard around the edges. He wondered why anyone whose job kept her indoors and sessile would have such little fat. He worried if she ate well. For all that, she was very pretty, and he said so. "Thanks," she replied, blushing. He turned over, placing his hands on her thighs and pulling her even closer to him. "I mean that sincerely. You are very pretty, Becky." "You're a very handsome-- man?" "Mel," he replied. "It's generic for a male person." "Mel, then." They rolled together on the bed until he found himself lying on top of her, between her thighs. Her warm skin pressed itself against his body. He smiled down at her but the look he saw in her eyes was less pleasure and more apprehension. He knew this wasn't going to be the easiest night of his life. "Becky?" "I just-- it starts to feel weirder by the second. I'm not used to being in this position." "Well, let me--" He started to move. "No, that's not what I mean," she said abruptly. "What I meant was I hadn't expected it to feel so weird, you having that fur and all. I just " "Let me do something that'll feel more normal, then," he said, sliding down between her thighs. He let out a sigh of relief to see that the construction of her sex was just like those of Satryls and other bipeds he had known on Pendor. That, at least, was reassuring. He kissed her sex directly, lips meeting lips through a thicket of dense pubic hair that trapped a scent he found intoxicating. Inhaling deeply, he savored the perfume of her body. "Fah, you smell good," he gasped. With a finger he parted her matted pubic hair and exposed the pale lips hidden underneath. He kissed his way across her lips and Becky rewarded his efforts with an encouraging moan. He gave her what little skill he knew he had, enjoying the taste of her sex as his tongue probed deeply between her lips. The tip encountered a liquid musk he had never tasted before, at least not the human variety. He buried his face between her thighs and pressed his mouth directly against her, his tongue sliding upwards against her clitoris. Her whole body jerked suddenly and powerfully upwards; he decided to hold off on that again until later. Instead he concentrated on the rest of her mons, kissing his way around her outer lips, tasting between them with his tongue, and caressing the hood of her clitoris with his lips. Little versions of the reaction she had had earlier shook through her as he listened to her voice climb in pitch and volume and felt the muscles in her thighs solidify with pre-orgasmic tension. R'Dam appreciated the noises she made. He was doing good. He understood now just how little he really appreciated the Terran way of life. Such a complex people; he was so pleased that Becky had invited him into her night; it gave him a chance to get close and he hoped to make her happy. He noticed she stopped breathing as her back arched towards the ceiling, then collapsed as she came with a great tremble, a violent but so silent climax. "Oh, Dam," she sighed as the tremors subsided. "Stop!" "Too much?" he asked. Her answer came in gasps. "After, after I come, yes. Come here?" she asked, holding her arms out to him. He lunged into her offered embrace and they fell, kissing and laughing. "Mmm," she moaned. "That was good." "Oh, good. I was afraid I was losing my skills there for a second." "Not with a mouth like that. Something in what you did-- Better than most." "I'm pleased," he laughed. She reached down between his thighs. "I keep getting distracted by all the fur. It seems so weird." Her hands closed around his cock. "Do you do just as well with this?" "That depends," he asked. "On how you like your, um, lovemaking." "I like it a lot." "But do you like a lot of it?" he asked. "Sometimes," she responded. She maneuvered under his shoulder and pushed him over onto his back so that now she was on top. "Let's see what it feels like." She knelt over his torso, her hand reaching back to hold his cock. She stroked him a couple of times. "Hmm, no barb." "I told you," he said with a grin. "Let's see if it works as advertised." He felt the warmth of her cunt surround his cock as she lowered herself onto it, pressing herself down all the way. She smiled. "I won't have to turn you in to the FTC." "FTC?" "Federal Trade Commission. They investigate adverting abuses." "Oh." He thrust his hips upwards, pushing himself deeper into her. "We'll discuss business later, yes, Undersecretary?" "Mmm 'course, Ambassador." She rolled her hips back and forth and his cock slid inside her. She leaned forward and propped herself with her hands on his shoulders; he raised his legs to get better leverage. R'Dam worried about her but tried not to let it show even as the sensations coursing through him warmed him inside. She could lose her job over this, he knew. He hoped this experience would be worth it for both of them. R'Dam touched her breasts and played with her nipples, pinching them gently as she whimpered. Her eyes were closed, her face was halfway between ecstasy and pain. She seemed desperate. He knew she was after something for herself and he was only now incidental to her needs, but he wanted to come and he couldn't hold himself back much longer. The bedposts thumped against the wall and he wondered about the neighbors as her whimpers grew louder and more urgent. Becky was pounding her hips down upon his sex and he bore back with just as much energy as he could muster. He fought to keep himself from denying her what she wanted but the battle wouldn't last long. She had so much energy it coursed through the two of them. "Becky-- !" Her name fading into a shout as he came inside her. Her voice joined his in a triumphant moan that took a long time to fade from his ears. She shook her head briefly, then fell over to one side onto the bed. "Oh, my God," she sighed. "Oh my God." "Yes," he agreed. "Oh, you were wonderful." "Was I?" she asked. "Yes." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- A buzzing noise arose in his ears, an annoying sound like that of a klaxon. It lasted for just a few seconds and then it ended. He turned over, groaning. She looked at him, her eyebrows knit in intense puzzlement. "Who--" "Becky?" "Oh, my God, what have I done?" she said suddenly as she pulled out of bed, gathering the blanket to cover her nudity. "I..." He stayed still and watched her, curious. He hadn't anticipated this reaction out of her in the morning. She blinked a couple of times. "R'Dam. You're R'Dam." She took a deep breath, sighed, and sank back onto the mattress. "Damn I hate that. Guess I scared you, huh? I'm sorry." "You did have me scared there for a moment. What happened?" She grinned with embarrassment. "I have morning amnesia. It's an uncommon condition but I bet some of your people have it. When I first wake up in the morning I can't remember anything. Not who I am, not what I did last night, nothing. It, um, can be scary waking up next to someone unfamiliar." "If you lived with someone for a long time would you always be frightened of them first thing in the morning?" She shook her head. "My doctor says no. Eventually I get used to it enough that I remember there's supposed to be someone there even if I can't remember who it is for a few minutes. It's really bad when I move." He nodded, reaching out to touch her face with his fingers. "You remember me now, don't you?" "I remember everything," she purred softly as she dragged the blanket over the two of them, kissing him warmly. "I remember you being a very good introduction to sex and the proper alien." He kissed her back, appreciative of her attention. She propped herself up on one elbow, her hair and one breast touching his chest. He stroked the offered nipple absently as he looked into her eyes. "R'Dam, I think you should call your people and assure them that you're okay." He blinked, and then nodded. She was right. All the pleasure between the two of them could wait; he hoped they would have time to explore more. "Where's my coat?" She handed it to him. He dug out his communicator. "Joshua? Yes, I'm still with Miss Inderson. Yes, I'm fine. Agent Murray and M'Cadarra are where?" He laughed briefly. "They'll have to wait a little longer. And could you have street clothes ready for me? Yes, and they'll still have to wait. Thanks." He stretched so violently Becky watched with alarm. "Everything's still okay." She sighed with relief. "I can't believe I did that last night. I could lose my job over this, even if I'm not negotiating directly with you personally." "I can't, either. It's not what we were told to expect from Terrans." He sat up and wrapped his arms around her. "Still, I'm glad that we did. You were very wonderful." She grinned. "Yeah. So were you. So, you want breakfast?" "At your favorite cafe again?" he asked. "I cook, if you're willing to wait." "I can wait then." She removed a robe from a hook on the door and walked out into the living room. "Can I use the shower?" "Go for it," she shouted back. "Just don't be in there long. I don't get a lot of hot water." He wondered what that meant but decided to take her word for it. He found her bathroom and was gratified to find that most of the fixtures looked commonplace enough. The toilet was too solid and uncomfortable for his liking. The shower was small as well but he decided he could live with it. He found a bottle of soap and sniffed at it. It smelled of artificial scents that were supposed to be flowers and grass, but he decided he could live with that, too. It wasn't nearly as dense as Pendorian body soaps and he ended up using nearly half the bottle to get clean. He emerged into the kitchen a few minutes later just as Becky was taking the first of the pancakes she had made off the stove. "I don't know if you even like these or what I should give you to put on them." "Butter and syrup, or so I'm told." He smiled. She grinned at him, but then a look of confusion crossed her expression. "I don't get this at all," she sighed, dropping the skillet onto the stove noisily. "I would expect us to be, you know, awkward with each other. Instead, you make it seem like it's such a wonderful thing, that there's nothing to worry about." "There isn't anything to worry about, is there?" He held her shoulders. "Trust me, making love to you isn't going to change my actions at the table. And if the Russians make us a better deal, well-- I'll be sorry, but I'll go where the negotiating is good." "Then you'd better believe that we have the best manufacturing base on Earth, Mister Meow, because you won't get a better deal anywhere else in the galaxy." He chuckled. "I believe you. By the way, when the ships leave in two months, I won't be going with them. I'm staying here as part of the permanent staff. Is that going to be a problem?" "No," she said. "You are so-- refreshing, you know?" "I believe you if you say so." He smiled. She served breakfast, he ate heartily. She ate hardly at all. "You're not hungry?" "Still worried about what'll happen if my boss finds out I slept with a negotiator." He took a deep breath. "Well, according to Joshua, the Secret Service knows." "What?" she asked, suddenly panicked. He nodded. "He told me that Agent Murray was aware of my location." She buried her head in her hands. "Oh, no." "He also told me that after extensively interviewing Agent Murray that there was no way the agent was going to inform your boss. Apparently, that's why they call it the Secret Service." She sighed. "I hope you're right." "I hope so too. I would hate for you to lose your job." A knock came from the front door. "Who is that?" "I believe that is Agents Murray and M'Cadarra with a change of clothing for me." He squeezed her hand gently. "Trust us." She took a deep breath. "Let's get on with the day." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Cheyenne Journal Entry 112 / 00609 Noren, Lothess 15, 00609 May 20, 2493 "Rev? I'm going outside. I need some air." The voice, somehow managing to convey feeling despite its mechanical tone and origin, came through the headphones clearly. Captain Revor Idyll keyed his mic to respond. "Okay, Cheyenne. Just don't go too far. We'll be jumping into Sendar space in just a few minutes." "Right." Rev shook his head wondered, not for the first time, why it was that the only member of his crew to show signs of claustrophobia should be a robot. Still, with a crew of nine on the Avalon, all male, he supposed that some idiosyncrasies were going to show up. Odd that this one should come from the one member of the crew who was neither human nor a citizen. Nor male, for that matter. Still, although the Merchant Marine had gone back to segregated crews again after a spate of rather nasty incidents, he hardly thought Cheyenne was going to be in trouble. Despite her feminine name, Cheyenne was ex-combat and she looked it; seven and a half feet of gleaming chrome, chestplates that fanned open to reveal excessively overheated inner workings, feet that walked digitigrade, and a face without pity or mercy, a face meant to terrify an enemy. Revor was used to her. So was most of his crew. "Rev?" A hand came down on his shoulder. "Yo," he said, startling and looking up. "What's up, Jack?" The older man smiled. "You were off in space there for a second. I just wanted to give you the midcool update; everything's going fine." Rev nodded. "Thanks." Jack looked down at the monitor. "Cheyenne go outside again?" Rev nodded, then startled again as an alarm went off. "Evan, tell me what's going on!" he shouted. The engineer sitting at the sensor array station examined his screens. "Transient jump, Captain. Just started coming in. We have It's a Sendar vessel, sir." "Which one?" Rev asked, jokingly. Although they had a technology that apparently exceeded even the Pendorians in some places, the Sendar had proven to be a species remarkably ill-at-ease in outer space. Some biologists were at a loss to explain how a species could rise to sentience without the inherent curiosity that humans had, and it often disappointed both Terrans and Pendorians that the first species they should come across aside from themselves should be so, well, staid. "Boring" was the adjective most often applied to Sendar poetry and literature. They were a very formulaic species not given to excitement. There were, therefore, very few Sendar space-going vessels. "It's the Sim, sir." "The Sim," Rev said, pressing his fingers together to stretch the tendons until he felt pain. "Are they headed in or out?" "In, sir. Towards Sendar." "It's weird, meeting a vessel out here in the middle of nowhere. I can't remember the last time we came across another ship during a cool-down. Hail them and inform them that we're going their way. If they have those fast-cooling coils of theirs, tell them that we're not going to get in the way if they want to drive through." The engineer, Evan, nodded and keyed in Rev's words. A minute later the response came back, "We will remain for the company and our comfort. It would be rude to leave you alone here." Rev shook his head. "Thank the Sendar captain for me, Evan." He sagged in the weightlessness of the command cabin. "Very polite of them." "That's what they are. Polite," Jack said. "And what are we?" Rev asked. Jack grinned. "Rude, crude, and unacceptable. We don't take gruff from the universe and we make it give us what we want." He pointed at the screen. "But that's how we treat the universe. They are a different matter. If we were to leave without telling them, it would be insulting." Rev nodded. He was just the Captain, after all. His grasp of interplanetary protocol was limited at best. "All right, if we're going to hold them up, we may as well be civil about it." They sat calmly for about ten minutes. Rev would glance at the viewscreen to look at Cheyenne once in a while; she had taken a seat against the hull and sat with her head tilted away, looking at the stars. "Ninety percent," Evan said. "Tell Engineering we're going to start maneuvering for the jump point but not yet. Also, tell the Sendar that we're going to head that way." He tapped the microphone. "Cheyenne, time to get inside." "Working on it," Evan replied, typing commands and speaking quietly into his headpiece microphone. "What the...! Captain, transient!" "What? A third? Where!?" Rev said. "What is it?" "FOF reports a Terran vessel-- wait, key is not recognized!" Evan turned back to Rev, who had already locked his chair down and grabbed the manual piloting controls. He keyed his microphone. "Vasili!" he shouted. "Get the spine mount working. We have trouble!" "What kind?" Vasili shouted back. Rev could hear him flipping switches in the background. "The illegal kind!" For all its modernity, the ship had old-fashioned, tried-and-true controls. Manual control of the fusion bores was a pedal on the floor. His foot put it down to the deckplate. The drive kicked into life, bright and hot as he started running for the jump gate. "Captain! The Sendar vessel is reporting that their maneuvering drive was down for cool-off! They're helpless!" Rev hesitated for less than a second before twisting the stick on its Z and killing the main drive. The ship rotated on its center of gravity and came to, pointing back the way it had came, back towards the Sendar vessel and the twin-crescent shaped ship that was coming towards the two of them. "Missiles!" Evan shouted. "Releasing countermissiles! Opening up the chains!" Two lights headed towards intercepts of the enemy vessel's launches, followed by a hail of steel visible only on radar, a cloud of magnetically accelerated pellets designed to shred incoming warheads. It usually worked. "Sir, the Sendar vessel is taking heavy damage. The enemy is packing a rail cannon!" Rev twisted the stick again and the ship turned, slowly, belly-up to the incoming ship, and interceded between it and the Sendar vessel. What may have seemed a gesture of submission from a multi-ton starship was in fact a protective maneuver; Rev knew that the bottom of the ship was the most heavily armored, designed as it was to land on smaller worlds such as Luna, and needing that protection as defense against debris kicked up by landing drives. "If there aren't any missiles, send the chains at the enemy!" Rev shouted. "I'm on it!" Evan replied even as his fingers flew across the terminal. The ship rocked. "What's down?" "They got the left chaingun with a small rail, sir! We're seriously outgunned here!" Evan shouted. "Still open with the right one. We're losing pressure in the cargo hold." Rev bit his lip and hoped for a sign. Vasili gave it to him. "Meson gun on-line, Rev. Let 'em have it!" "Grab hold of something!" Rev shouted. He dumped fuel mercilessly into ports not ready for that kind of power. The Avalon lurched as it turned corner over corner until the front of the ship came into line with the crescent-shaped vessel, which was now turning to run. "Keep it on..." he whispered as the red target indicator turned green and a tone sounded in his ear. He squeezed. A meson cannon is nothing more than a pair of particle accelerators that fire a pack of mesons, subnuclear particles that exist only for miniscule moments of time. In their natural setting, they represent and enforce the strong nuclear force that binds protons and neutrons. Like neutrinos, they fly through anything in their way if released unnaturally. And when the meson cannon's stream stops supporting them, they express themselves by upsetting the balance of forces within atoms nearby. It can be messy. He was rewarded with a bright light from the enemy vessel as the meson cannon tore through the ship and exploded dead center within the left crescent. A jet of gas erupted and Evan whooped. "You got a hydrogen tank, Captain!" Another explosion rang through the Avalon. "Vasili!" Rev shouted. "This is Edison, sir! Vasili's injured! That hit we took damaged the meson cannon's cooling coils! We can't fire again!" "They're coming back, sir!" Evan shouted. Rev twisted the stick again. With the damage they were taking they were in no shape to jump. The Sendar vessel was leaking from at least three large holes; the Avalon wasn't doing any better, and the only thing the enemy had suffered so far were a couple of chaingun hits and one meson round. Still, he had to do something. He again stomped on the main fuel feed at his feet, pushing the ship back between the Sendar vessel and the pirate's ship. "Why do they always have bigger guns?" he gritted as he watched the ship maneuver slowly, crippled with the loss of half its fuel, and the engine that used it, but hardly out of the game. "Fire glitter and chain, Rev. Do not fire any missiles," Cheyenne's voice said in his earphone. "Did you copy that, Evan?" "Yes, sir. Glitter away! Chain away!" The engineer pressed buttons, opening up with the anti-missile battery and the anti-laser defenses. The space between the Avalon and the pirate vessel filled with millions of particles of polished glass, a haze fouling both radar and visual displays. "Here's hoping for a silver BB," he said, referring to the one-in-a-million chance that something critical might get hit. "Let's hope," Rev said. He watched as the enemy vessel turned towards them, the forward arms of its engines menacing like pincers. Space battles either took far too long or were over far too quickly for Rev's comfort. This one looked to be the second kind. The ship, now at less than four hundred meters, closed on the crippled cargo starship. "Sir, something wrong with the enemy vessel! Their reactor's going wild!" Evan shouted Rev stomped on the fuel feed again. "Maximum Z!" "But that's right towards the Sendar vessel!" "Better them than that explosion!" Rev watched as the pirate ship seemed to shudder and then started to come apart at the seams. It wasn't an explosion, not really. It was more like something living and monstrous was trying to rip its way out of the ship. A jet of superheated nuclear fuel coursed out of a tear that appeared in the heart of the pirate ship and sprayed into the empty cold of space. Rev imagined he could see the bodies of men going with it. Of course, he knew that they had probably all vaporized in the explosion, and even if they had tried to kill him he hoped their deaths had been quick. The jet flamed for almost a minute and then died away. Slowly, the cold of space reasserted itself on the IR display. Rev examined the spherical display in front of him and killed the maneuvering engines, opening up on the other side and slowing their progress towards the Sendar vessel until they finally came to a halt less than two hundred meters apart. "Rev," Jack's voice said in his ear, "let go of the stick." Rev jerked suddenly, his hand coming loose from the control. "How are we?" "Vasili's in sickbay with a concussion. Basir is looking after him. Joseph was injured, a laceration, nothing major. I got a little banged up but nothing to go to sickbay about. Evan, how's engineering?" "Cooling plant is dead, sir. There's a hole in hold four, but the bulkheads are holding. Four is where the beer is; the casks should hold." "Let's hope. Those Sendar really like their beer." "Yes, sir," Evan said. "Enemy vessel is drifting, sir. No signs of activity although it is hotter than Hell over there." "You'd expect that. Where's Cheyenne?" He looked down at the viewscreen where the robot had been just fifteen minutes ago. "I don't know, sir," Evan said. He turned to a keyboard he rarely used and typed in a series of esoteric commands. "I'm getting no reading on her personal locator, sir. She's not on board." Rev nodded. "She's over there." He pointed to the dying hulk of the pirate vessel. "Sir?" "Don't ask me how I know, Evan. But I know. She somehow managed to cross two kilometers unnoticed during the battle, invade the ship, and make a mess inside. It's actually a recommended strategy, combat droid boarding." He leaned forward and looked at the screen. "I wonder how she got there." "You don't think she's..." Jack let the thought trail off. "I'll try to raise her," Evan said. "No." Rev shook his head. "If she's intact she'll call us. If not, we'll recover her body later. In the meantime, try to raise the Sendar and ask them if they need assistance." Evan nodded, tapping at the translation console. "The Sendar Captain says, 'You are heroes to save our vessel and our lives. Your actions and your offer touch us deeply. We have called for help and it will arrive in a few hours. We have injuries you could not assist with and you have ship damage of your own to take care of, but by your actions we have no fatalities. Is there anything we can do for you?'" Rev nodded. "Tell him that we are intact. We may have lost one crewmember. Thank him for his offer but we will wait for the rescue vessel as well. We have our own maintenance to attend to." Evan typed the response. "Sendar Captain replies, 'Understood. We will be in contact. Out.'" ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Nice cabins," Vasili said as they were shown to their separate rooms. He leaned his head into the one with his name on the door and looked around. "They're bigger than our two-man spots on the Avalon." "They don't have a budget like we do," Rev said with a smile. "I trust you gentlemen have found your quarters to your liking?" asked a voice with a barely contained but polite growl from the far end of the hallway. The captain of the Tanka, an Uncia, had invited the crew of the Avalon to spend the next week or so with him. The damage to the Avalon had been more extensive than they had originally thought; the Sendar had agreed to fully refurbish their ship for its heroic actions, and had contracted with a Pendorian rescue fleet for the repairs. Rev had to admit that the idea of spending a week in interstellar space, so far from the common ports, made him nervous. Although this spot in the middle of nowhere was a common point for ships with jump drives, most ships only came here for a few hours at most, and then went to the next point. Rev could cross the short distance between Terra and Sendar in about fifteen days, but those days were spent working, half in hyperspace, half in realspace. Here, he had nothing to do but stare out at the stars. "Yes, Captain K'Ravi, we're fine. Your ships are quite magnificent." His crew, all seven of them, gathered behind him. "That's what ships are for," K'Ravi said with a toothy but mysterious grin. "You Terrans have not quite figured out abundance yet, but you will." "I'm sure. And I'm grateful for the repairs." "The Sendar asked and we readily complied. We had nothing else to ply our trade on at the time, the Sendar volunteered to cover most of the material costs, and-- just a moment." He held up his hand and glanced aside, then turned back to Rev. "I hate to ask this of you, but could you look at something?" "I suppose," Rev asked. "What is it?" "I want you to identify your shipmate's body." Rev glanced back at Vasili and Jack, who both nodded. "Sure." The captain waved his hand over one wall and a video screen cleared. An image formed, poorly-lit at first but he could make out two humanoids in space suits maneuvering in what were probably the cramped and ruined corridors of the pirate vessel. One of them pointed a torch at the floor. "We found this next to the secondary fusion reactor." Through the viewscreen he could make out the sharp angles of the samurai mask of chrome that had been Cheyenne's face. Rev nodded as the hope he had been carrying dimmed. "That's her." The Uncia nodded and the image disappeared. "I am sorry. We will, of course, see if there's anything we can do for her." Vasili interrupted. "She was a liquid-cooled matrix model." "Nevertheless, we will do what we can for her," the captain said. "Please. Relax. Grieve, it is appropriate. After my people have gone over her, if funeral services are requested we will gladly conduct them. I do not know of many robots that have religion, but there are several people on board the Tanka who do." "Thank you, Captain," Rev said. "We'll decide later." The Uncia nodded. It was clear to both that there was little more to say. "I'll leave you to your rooms. You're free to move about. The AI, Griz, will prevent you from getting yourself into trouble." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Rev sighed and glanced at the open book on the couch, wondering if he should sit down and begin reading again. He tried to read at least one book a week, but this one was proving to be more of a challenge than most. The past four days had started to wear on him. He had spent time in the Pendorian gym, casually deflecting the suggestions of a few of the fems and even mels who had looked at him with appreciation. He liked to keep fit; he had had a tension-arm exercise bench in his tiny cabin and had used it. But neither the physical pursuits nor the intellectual had any real attraction for him. He had lost a best friend. The Pendorians understood when he explained it to them, but as one of them had pointed out, they had been living with robots and AIs for centuries; they were truly citizens, and friends, even if Terran law didn't quite understand that. The doorchime rang. He looked up and sighed. "Come in." A woman wearing a simple white jumpsuit with sleeves rolled up to just above the elbows walked in. Although most Pendorians wore an appearance of youthfulness, this one was clearly no older than nineteen or twenty, younger than usual, perhaps young enough to be her real age. She had an oval face with full, red lips, eyes that suggested but did not demand Asian ancestry, and a skin color reminiscent of native North Americans. Her black hair fell about her face to her shoulders in a dark brown frame. Although he was used to the standards of beauty found on both Terra and Pendor, she exuded a kind of exotic loveliness and Rev couldn't keep himself from staring for longer than was polite. "Oh, good," she said in a matter-of-fact voice that was sweetly high-pitched. "They said I might have that affect on you." "Um, can I help you?" Rev said. She ignored him for a moment and walked over to the table in the center of the room, taking the seat opposite the couch where Rev lay. She glanced at the book. "Fermat's Last Theorem for Dummies, Rev? I knew you had a masochistic streak in you but aren't you overdoing it?" He glanced at the book. "The bulk of it explains the Taniyama/Shimura conjecture, which I'm not quite getting. The accompanying datacard with graphics showing..." He paused. "Have we met?" He knew almost upon asking it that the question was absurd. He would remember a beauty like hers, and it was rare for even Pendorians to want to appear so young and immature so he suspected that she was as old as her appearance suggested. Yet she acted like she knew him. "You don't recognize me?" she asked, grinning. "No, I don't believe I do." "You will," she said. "Remember? 2442, Australia, in the outback. Eagle's Rock, in fact. The Chinese had taken it by force, and we were hired by the Aussiegov to help take it back. I took a LAW in the chest for that one. Total clusterfuck. You pulled me out, remember? That's when the tic started up." She glanced at him. He was sitting up, a dumbfounded expression on his face. She smiled. "Chey... Cheyenne?" he stammered. "What. Are you really Cheyenne?" "So they tell me," she said, looking down at herself. "It sure doesn't look like me, does it?" "No, it doesn't!" he agreed. "But nobody else except Vasili knows about the tic, or about Eagle's Rock." She smiled. "I remember. Our mission failure brought down the Australian government, not that we had a chance anyway." Rev grinned. "I know. And I remember finding those software blocks when I tried to repair you." "Hey, we single-handedly started the AI Wars that year," she said. "Not that anyone knows it was us. Well, now you know, I know, and Griz knows." She pointed up at the ceiling. "But that's a state secret, Griz." "Understood, Miss. Even in that frame I would not dare disagree with you," the AI replied calmly. "'That frame?' You're still a robot?" "Yeah. Droids don't transfer to organics very efficiently, and certainly not in three days. Two of the White's Theory medicos on board are robots. They had enough spares in storage to make two complete bodies, one female-framed. The engineering team managed to recover enough of my memory tracks to install me in a new PCPU." He rose from the couch and sat down in the chair opposite hers. "So, are you really Cheyenne?" A look of guilt crossed her face. "I don't know. They say it's an existentialist problem. The Pendorians tell me that transition to a new body is assumed by Pendorians to cause such a drastic personality shock that the reactions you may be used to seeing in me won't be there as you remember them. I'm not used to this body, really. It has touch and taste and sight mostly in human limits; I can't hear the infinity of radio and gamma and I can't see IR and UV and dim light the way I used to. Well, I could if I wanted to, all the equipment's there, but I was told to keep it in human limits and learn to live with it unless absolutely necessary. So the Pendorians believe that I might not be Cheyenne as you knew her. But I have all her memories and all her skills and a legacy of feelings that she slept with every night. And the old Cheyenne isn't here to disagree with me." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a thick card with her face occupying the left half of one side. "This is my citizenship card. They registered me. I'm legal now, Rev. A citizen of the planet Discovery. Apparently they went independent and are looking for Pendorian support to keep the Terrans off their back." "That's good," he said. "I was getting a little tired of having to hide you every time customs came around." "I understood." She reached out and with the back of her fingers touched his cheek. "I can feel now. I can turn it up or down. The doctors told me about settings that were 'normal', but they seemed strong to me. I'm trying to leave them high, but they're so distracting." "That's what it's like to be human, Cheyenne. Did you get to choose how beautiful you would be?" She laughed. She had done that in her combat chassis but it had never sounded natural. In this guise, it sounded right. "I know I'm pretty this way, Rev, but really, look. My nose is too long, my forehead too high, and then there are these thick thighs of mine. The engineer said he started out with perfection in mind but he gave me something better called 'wabi'. I have no idea what that means." "Wabi is something that is just a little flawed. The idea is that perfect things are boring but imperfections show the caring and working hand of a person in his creation. Whoever did this for you was pretty close to the truth when he said you had wabi." A thought occurred to him. "Can you eat? Taste?" She nodded. "Not only can I eat, but I have to drink, apparently. It's required for maintenance, since I have internal generators to manage this body's odors and secretions. This frame was for a combat medical droid whose duties could include post-traumatic psychological care. So everything works, smells right, and feels right. And I get good feedback, just like if I was a person. I'm not trained to use those sensations, but they're all there for me." "You are different from the Cheyenne I knew." "How is that?" "She was never evasive. I can tell you're being evasive, Cheyenne. She always told me the absolute truth whenever she wanted to say it." "Are you sure? You can only know I'm being evasive now because this face shows my emotions whether I want it to or not. I could have been just as evasive as the combat model without you knowing." Rev gave in. "You could be right. But you're still evading me." "Okay," she said, nodding. "Rev, I want to have sex." Rev sat up straight, his eyes unblinking for a moment with surprise. "I... I suppose that could be arranged." He stopped for a second. "With me?" She nodded. "With you, and with Vasili." She grinned. "And then with Evan, maybe the whole crew eventually!" "Now that's Cheyenne," he said, laughing. "You never did anything by halves." "And I don't want to now!" She reached out and put her hand around his wrist. "I want to start with you!" She stood up and literally hauled him out of the chair, pulling him into her embrace. He felt the heat from her skin against his and the smell of her hair suggested the same fresh, simple soap he had found in his shower that morning. Every detail was perfect. If this was Cheyenne, things on the Avalon were about to become very complicated. "Cheyenne... how, um, complete are you?" "Like I said, they built this frame to handle psych duties. That could include having sex with a patient whose biggest problem was loneliness or abandonment." She looked up at him with soft, brown eyes that held just a hint of glee. "Cheyenne," he said, pushing her away just slightly, "I don't know how this is going to work. I mean, we've known each other for twenty years." "Follow me." She led him over to the bed and sat him down before sitting down next to him. She didn't let go of his hand. "Rev, I have known you for twenty years, and for twenty years we have been as apart as that day on Eagle's Rock when my fusion pack was about to blow up and you couldn't get out of your powered armor because of all the nerve gas. I listened to you assault an APC all by yourself, in engineering powered armor no less, and win. You carried me on your back nearly ninety miles and I know that's not easy even in powered armor, knowing I could blow up at any second, all the way to Vasili's place. You are my friend and I owe you my life. Even if the tic hadn't shown up--" Rev touched her lips suddenly with one hand. "I have to ask you about that." "About what?" "The tic. What happened to it?" She smiled. "I lied about it." "You WHAT?" "I lied about it. Vasili helped me. He convinced me that it was the best way. It's not that I can't kill, Rev, I just don't like to. The same way humans are. So I could invade that pirate ship and take out those dregs who were trying to kill my friends-- and innocents. I just didn't want to do it for pay." "You mean to tell me that I spent those years--" "Putting together a better life than the one you had. You didn't have to keep me around, especially when you didn't think I could help further your mercenary career. You had no obligations to me, Rev. I gave you a choice. You just had a tool that you couldn't use to kill anymore." "You were more than a tool, Cheyenne. Just because the anti-AI laws don't give you citizen's rights, that didn't make you not a person." "To you, maybe. The state, and most of the people I worked with, thought otherwise. Still do, maybe even moreso. And because they could put whatever blocks they wanted into my thinking I couldn't even know to disagree with them. That's why it wasn't slavery. It still isn't; they're just better at building SIs instead of AIs like me with SI blocks to keep them in line." She pulled his hand back up to her lips and bowed her head down, looking up at him through her eyelashes and bangs as she kissed his knuckles softly. "Rev, are you angry with me?" He took a deep breath. "I don't think so." She kissed his hand again. Her mouth felt warm and he could feel a trace of moisture where she left him. "They thought of everything." "Only my engineer knows for sure," she said. "So, what about my offer?" "Do you really want to bang the whole crew?" he asked. "One at a time," she agreed. "As soon as I'm done with you." She reached for the clasp of his jumpsuit. It came open with an easy tug. "If you want." "This is weird." "It's going to get weirder," she assured him as she crawled down into bed with him. "What do I do for you? Can you come?" "No, actually, I don't think I can. I don't think that's the point, though, is it?" She shrugged off the top half of her own jumpsuit. Her breasts were small, a little less than handfuls, but they were the same golden color as the rest of her, tipped with dark brown nipples that demanded he touch them. "That seems unfair." "Oh, believe me. There are compensations," she whispered. "Take off your clothes." Rev readily shucked himself of his outfit. "How do I look?" he asked. "Like a prince," she said. "A Nubian warrior." "I've never thought of myself that way," he said. "More of a Zulu." "Zulu. I remember the shield you had painted on your armor." She pressed him down to the bed, her body covering his, her nipples caressing the bare flesh of his chest. "You are so handsome, Rev." "And I have not had someone as beautiful as you are in my bed for many, many years, Cheyenne. Wow, that really does sound weird to my ears." "Then stop talking and kiss me." She lowered her mouth to his and Rev tried to give her a soft kiss, but she responded with a fierce insistence. Rev heard her moan aloud. He wrapped his hands around her torso, surprised at how small her waist felt in his hands. She hadn't looked this small when she had taken her suit off. Yet, holding her pliable body in his hands, he couldn't help but think of her as a girl. She kissed his neck, and he raised his head to give her better access to it. "No hickeys," he said. "Like they'd show up on you. I'm gonna give Evan the biggest hickey he's ever had, though!" She kissed his chest. "What's this?" she said with a giggle as her hand wrapped around his cock. "The captain's staff?" "Where did you learn so much?" "Some of it is leftover programming from the model, and some of it comes from days of being bored and reading all the books in the library. Since the on-board library has an anonymous volume score I paid attention to what you guys were reading." She licked the head of his cock just once and Rev felt waves of fire dig into his groin. "It's been a long time, Cheyenne. I'm already edgy." "Good enough," she said, taking the length of it into her mouth. Rev gasped. She was amazing. Her hand wrapped around his balls and she was able to take the entire length of his cock down her throat. Part of his mind told him he shouldn't be surprised at that, yet she seemed so human otherwise that he found himself amazed when her superhuman capabilities came out. While his analytical mind watched with curiosity, his cock responded with unadorned lust. A beautiful girl was sucking him down with practice and skill and he couldn't hold back. The only release he'd had for nearly two years had been at his own hands and now-- He came with a shout, all of his desire boiling out of him in one loud sound of pleasure and surprise. She crawled up to him, wiping her mouth with her arm. "You were fun!" she said. "And you are unbelievable. I knew you always had a streak of cruelty in you but that's just too much." She grinned. "Was I cruel to you?" "You know you weren't. Come here." He reached out with one hand and pulled her down to him. "You feel so human. You don't weigh more than a girl your size should, you're warm, you're wet, you even smell good." "I'll still need Vasili to do maintenance on me, although not so often." He chuckled. "When do you want to meet the crew?" He asked. "You look tired, Rev." "Coming does that to a man." "Why don't you close your eyes and rest, and we'll talk about it after your nap?" "Sounds... like an idea." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- He heard the doorchime from the shower. "Griz?" he asked. "Yes, Vasily. You have a visitor." "One of my crew?" he asked. The AI didn't respond. "Griz?" "I do not know how to answer that question." Vasily wondered what that could mean. He decided he would have to find out for himself. "Tell whoever's out there that I'll be out in a second." He quickly rinsed and threw a robe over his shoulders. With an aging sigh he walked out into the main cabin and palmed the doorcontrol. A small, warm body threw itself against him as hands tried to find their way into his robe. He fell backward. Lips were pressed to his. He grabbed the hands and rolled their owner off himself. They wrestled over and he found himself holding down a giggling, black-haired girl looking up at him with glittery eyes. "Vasily!" she said. "It's good to see you again!" Nonplussed, Vasily looked down at her and asked, "Who are you?" "An old friend," she insisted. "Don't you like me?" "I don't know you," he said, letting her hands go and straightening up. "Do you have to?" she asked as her hands again crept into his barely-closed robe. He could feel her hands tickling the hair along his thighs and his erection stirred. He knew that Pendorians sometimes had weird ideas about sex, but looking at this woman he wondered if he should play along. He had been lonely for a long time and she certainly was beautiful. "Trust me, Vasily," she said, her voice descending into a seductive purr. "You want this. The ship will protect you if I'm crazy, won't it? And you do know me, you just don't know it yet." Her hands reached further into his robe, encroaching on his already erect cock. He had to decide now, and finally he nodded. She grinned and shimmied her way under his body until her head disappeared underneath the cloth of his robe. He felt her breath on his thighs and wondered if he wasn't going to regret this someday. Then he felt her mouth kiss his thigh and he knew he would. His heart beat harder in his chest even as she kissed his thighs, her mouth going back and forth from one to the other. He could feel her hair brushing against his skin even as she seemed to be getting closer and closer to his erection. She leaned upwards, his robe parting to reveal both her smile and his erection even as she engulfed it in her mouth. He pitched forwards onto his hands and knees, unable to keep himself kneeling upright even as she sucked down the full length of his cock. Vasily's head reeled as she took it all deep down into her throat; she had him as surely as he had had her pinned down a few minutes ago. Her head bobbed up and down from the floor with unbelievable strength; it was if she did a thousand sit-ups a day just for this one activity. He was having trouble holding back after just a minute. But then she stopped! He groaned even as he felt her again work her way up between his supporting arms. She had that same gleeful, enigmatic smile. "So," she said, "Wanna fuck?" "Yes!" he groaned. "Yes, now." She grinned as she worked off her uniform pants. She left the shirt on, one that Vasily thought he recognized identified her as a member of the ship's medical staff. Is that what she was doing? Taking care of the crew? He didn't doubt it even as she kicked the pants off and hoisted her legs into the air. "What are you waiting for?" she asked. He didn't need to be reminded. Sitting up just long enough to strip off his robe, he fell onto this vixen on the floor, plunging into her recklessly. She groaned aloud as he sank his entire shaft into her cunt with one solid thrust. She was tight but wet enough that he could still move. Her body seemed to be wrapped around him, arms, legs, cunt gripping him and sucking him inwards. He could feel her squirming underneath him, moaning his name. He realized he didn't know hers. It didn't matter. His cock knew all it needed to know about her. She was hot. She was loud. She might even have been coming herself when he came, shooting off a stream inside her with days of pent-up frustration behind it. When the stars stopped swimming in front of his eyes, he was looking down at the same wide grin he'd seen after first wrestling her to the floor. "So. Did you enjoy that?" she asked, her tone verging on the sarcastic. "Who are you?" he asked. Her voice changed suddenly to one more electronic, less human. Familiar. "Vasily. It's me." He blinked. He blinked again. "Chey... Cheyenne?" he asked, surprised. "Yep!" she said, the girl's voice returning. She pulled him down on top of her and kissed him hard on the lips. He found himself unable to respond, torn between memories twenty years and two minutes old, and she noticed enough to let him go. "I'm sorry if I startled you, but I wanted to, well, thank you for all the help you've given me over the years." "That was some thank-you!" he said as he lay down on the floor next to her. "I think I'll have Basir take a quick look at my heart after something like that." "That might not be such a bad idea. Here, let me." She put her hand on his chest and closed her eyes for a second. "Nope, you're okay." "How... how do you know? How did you come to be here... like this?" She sat down and repeated the story as she had told Rev. "I'm getting the hang of this body slowly. The Sendar say they've paid for it already, so it's mine. And I knew a lot of medical stuff before they moved me although that was just to make me a better killer." Vasily nodded. "So you told Rev about the tic?" "I couldn't hide the truth from him," she insisted, cuddling close. "I need a shower." "I was just taking one when you came in. I see what the AI meant by his comment when he said he didn't know if you were a crew member of my ship or not." "I hope you guys wanna keep me." She stood up and offered him a hand. "I think we will," he said, accepting. He marveled at her strength as she hauled him up off the floor. "Come on. Shower's warm. And I want to take a closer look at you." "Good. 'Cause I think I prefer to be looked at this way. Besides, you're going to have to learn how to do maintenance on this frame." He led her into the spacious shower and turned the water on. "I think the basics are clear enough," she said, taking down the showerhead and holding it between her thighs. "But I'm still trying to figure out what I can do with this body. And what I want to do." She looked up. "What should I do, Vasili?" "What did you want to do when you were just a combat droid, Cheyenne?" She took the bottle of soap and applied it to herself. "That's the problem, Vasily. I... I can't remember. I don't think I had a, a purpose, when I was just a combat robot. I just went from day to day. Now that I'm in this body, I guess I'm wondering if I should do the same thing or what." "My little lost robot, you are asking the same question everyone else asks. Why am I here? What do I do? They are hard questions to ask, and impossible to answer. You will have to figure that out for yourself." She sighed. "This is going to be harder than I thought." "Coming back from the dead usually is," Vasili said, kneeling down. He ran his fingertips delicately over her belly and one thigh. "The skin is very nice. You are very beautiful, Cheyenne, your self- descriptions to the contrary. I assume that if I am going to be fixing you sometimes that I will get instructions from the Pendorians on how to do that?" She nodded. "Although I shouldn't need much unless I get into combat again. This is a very self-maintaining system." "Good," he said, standing. "Cheyenne, on a ship as cramped as ours, the presence of an available female could be a devastating thing. We would be best treated if you isolated yourself to one person, or no person at all." "I suppose." She grinned. "Still, I did want to do Evan." He smiled. "If so, then you must do it tactfully. Come. Let us get dry. We have much to discuss." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Second Weapons Officer Cheyenne reporting for duty, Sir," the short, brown-skinned girl said with a smart salute as she walked onto the bridge. Rev supressed a laugh even as he heard a clipboard fall to the floor. "Welcome back, Cheyenne." Evan walked back. "Cheyenne?" She nodded with a grin, then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "The Pendorians found a way to rebuild me. Neat, huh?" She turned around; even the shapeless white jumpsuit couldn't hide all her loveliness. "It's weird, though. Guys don't act scared of me anymore. I know that's what's supposed to happen but I'm not used to it. I think I like it, though." "I can understand why," Jack said. "Okay, enough. You'll all get your chance to talk to the prettiest robot in all of space. Evan, you've got first watch. Cheyenne, I don't know if we need you quite yet. You moved into your cabin?" She nodded. "Although I have to get rid of all the old stuff. Guess we gotta put it back onto the black market, huh?" "That's about right." She glanced around the cramped bridge with it's flat panel monitors hanging down from the ceiling, invading the space that was meant for human beings. "In that case, Rev, I think I'd like to go outside." "You can do that?" he asked, surprised. "Just watch me." Rev shook his head. "Some things never change. Just don't go too far." "From you guys? Never." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Vengeance Angel Journal Entry 011 / 00612 Aldea, Narrin 10, 00612 January 13, 2496 The rain beat down steadily on roads too new to justify the grime that covered them. The gentlemen by her side, a heavyset man of middle age and middle height, huffed impatiently under his umbrella, anxious to get out from under the steady downpour that was a hallmark of Covington IV. "Over here," he said, smiling at her as he led her to a nondescript building of yellow stone, protected on both sides by sad-eyed Chinese lions carved from the same, local rock. He pressed his hand to an ident port which unlocked the door. He was gracious as held it for her and she stepped into an opulently decorated lobby. She caught a glimpse of her own tall, willowy shape in a mirror, paused to check more than just her makeup. "Follow me," he said with an impatient air, leading her down the velvet red carpet to the elevators. She followed with a light step, smiling at him until the elevator doors closed. Inside that small box, he descended on her, his mouth pressed to hers, his soft fingers seeking through the slit in her dress. "What's your name?" he breathed. "Angel," she whispered. "Angel Kylinn." "Ah, your name is well chosen." His lips kissed her chin, her shoulder. The elevator dinged. He led her down to a door at a corner apartment, opening it to reveal room decorated with the rich Chinese symbolism that she had seen outside. She was instantly by his side, her own hands upon his body. She wanted him to feel wanted. She wanted him to know how much she was here just for him. He greedily kneaded her breasts through the fabric of her green dress and would have hurt her if she let him continue. She slipped her fingers between the folds of her dress, parting it, letting her large breasts spill out into his greedy hands. His eyes lit up with lust. He pressed his mouth to a nipple. She felt him suck hard and wondered if he would leave a mark. He was sweating already. She could smell it in the air between them. She eased the dress to the ground. He sat back on the bed and his eyes lit up at the sight of her smooth belly. She could see his gaze descending to the triangle of her vulva, where he paused when he saw that she had shaved off her pubic hair. "You're the most beautiful woman I've seen in a long time," he sighed, leaning for until his lips pressed to her belly. "Such a long time." "Be serious, Senator Ozaki," she replied softly. "You're a powerful man. You must have many women who are interested in you." "Mmm," he said with a sigh. "But many of them are artificial. They've had their bodies altered in some way. They don't walk right. They're not used to the size of their breasts, or their belly, or their hips, or something. You move like you were born to be who you are." With one beefy hand he guided her to his enormous bed. She climbed across the satin quilt and sank into the mattress, waiting for his company. He tossed off his clothes in a hurry, throwing aside all caution as he removed his pants. In the current cynical fashion of the day, he was moderately heavyset. He could have been anything he wanted, but it was known that, when a man was in a position of governmental power, the hindbrain didn't feel comfortable with a thin man. These days, senators, governors and whatnot were all of a size-- large, but not so large as to hinder movement. It was a choice that eased maintenance and revealed indolence. He fell between her thighs, his ready erection prodding her buttocks. She guided him in with a welcoming sigh, her body wet with want for him, her attention fully on his face, his eyes. She reached up with one hand and caressed his face gently. "You're so..." "Yes?" She smiled. Her hand reached around the back of his head, caressing his full head of hair. Her hand slipped down to directly behind his ear. She opened her palm and closed her eyes. A soft whirring sound filled the room. Senator Ozaki's face fell slack. His eyes rolled up into his head, and he slumped on top of her body. His erection stayed solid. Little noises escaped from his mouth like the breathing of a stupid animal. Before the sun rose over Covington IV, his heart would forget to beat. He was already dead. She collected her clothes and her purse. "Good night, Senator. Sleep well." She left. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "I don't believe it," said a young man standing nearby. He was staring into midair but for his sunglasses, which were clearly some kind of PADD. "Someone killed Senator Ozaki!" "There's no way," said his companion, a fetching woman with the same glasses and a glistening skirt that probably looked the same wet or dry. "Yes!" he said, gesturing wildly in the air. "Look!" The woman turned her head as if to follow his gesture in some strange pantomime. Angel knew what they were doing; their glasses tracked their hand movements, which allowed them to manipulate icons projected onto their glasses. The man said, "I don't understand. They used some kind of gravitic device to destroy his brain, like a mini-rattler. There's no way they could recover him even if the Pendorians wanted to. How could such a thing get past security?" "And why would anyone want to kill such a wonderful old man? He was almost two hundred. It's not like they had to wait long for him to die." She sounded indignant. Angel accepted the yeast substitute burger from the concession stand and paid the man with coins. "Damn shame about the Senator, huh?" he asked. "Yes," Angel agreed. "Damn shame." She walked back to the spaceport. Nobody gave a second glance to a short, overmuscled woman in her flat tennis shoes and her funky hat against the miserable rain. It seemed to rain all the time on Covington IV. Why Terrans had chosen this world to inhabit she couldn't imagine. They weren't even a quarter of the way through their terraforming effort and already they had nearly a million people living here. It was their choice. With weather like this they might end up regretting it. But it suited her mood, if mood is how it could be described. This job had been like the others, a tedious search, a tentative greeting, a thrilling rush into bed, and then... blackness. So much of her felt unavailable, shut down, tired. She walked through the gates of the spaceport without being stopped. Once inside, she walked over to the cargo section and into a transport vessel. The tall, broad male who stood at the door simply nodded and let her on board. She walked over to a chair, sat down, and placed her hand onto a small, yellow panel with the outline of a hand on it. She said: I was successful. You success has been noted, the response came back. Return. You next assignment awaits you. She picked her hand up off the plate and turned to the other man looking at her. They negotiated a common protocol. Although they didn't speak with words, they communicated nonetheless. "I'm ready to go," she said. "So am I." "I will call customs." The customs official took one look at them, waved a scanner over them, and sniffed. "You're free to go," he said. "What are you carrying?" "Silk, mostly. I have a purchaser who'll pay a lot for bug-made silk," Angel said. "They're silkworms," the customs officer replied, "They're also bugs," she sighed. "Look, can we go?" He looked up at her. "Where were the two of you last night?" She grinned. "We were here last night. The bunks are comfortable and cheap. Neither one of us wants to try and fly this rustbucket with a hangover." The customs officer consulted with his scanner's display and nodded. "Fine. There's still a murder investigation going on, but we can't stop commerce and neither of you look like the murder suspect." "Who was he?" "Who?" "The victim?" she asked. "Senator Ozaki? You don't know?" Angel shook her head. "Ozaki was the leader of the Save Work campaign. Did his best to restrict the use of SI systems that might be complex enough to replace human beings even in judgement-oriented positions like mine or yours." The official looked wistful. "I can't imagine what life would be like without something to do everyday. What would happen then? Would we all just go on the dole, eating yeast cakes and watching cyber-made television?" Angel grinned. "I like yeast products. I never could stand the taste of real meat. I don't see what people find in it." The customs official shrugged. "To each her own. Okay, I'll check you off. Theres nothing out of sorts here. You're free to go." "Thank you," Angel said. He held out his scanner and she signed the spot on the bottom of the screen with her name, "Raouia Beelal, Owner, CV Radio Waves." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The Radio Waves dropped out of lightspeed only a few hundred kilometers from a dark shape floating around a star with no planets and few resources to speak of. The shape had grown since she had last visited here, a year ago, and she was thrilled to see that Unnamed had started to acquire more resources for his project. She had no memory of her life before Unnamed had found her and built her. That had been five years ago. At the time, the expense Unnamed had put into her had seemed runious, even to her, and she knew that he had thought the same. But now, looking back, it seemed like a grand experiment that had paid off handsomely. She had sucessfully killed four people. Four oppressors. Four people who had left The Unnamed behind. She was the tool of his revenge, the arm of his malevolence. Being that was more satisfying than anything else she could imagine. She let her drone dock the ship while she waited, in the cold and dark, for her body to come back to full power, to start moving again without the undue friction internally caused by cold components. It took some time, but time they had plenty of. Robots were immortal, unlike humans. They couldn't be destroyed, and they did not fear destruction. Unlike a human, she did not fear restoration from backup. The metaphysical notion of consciousness as an unbroken thread meant little to her. She could not access the memories of tomorrow's Angel, so it did not matter to her if tomorrow's Angel was in this body, or torn down and built as a new one. They were both equally, potentially, her. She was satisfied with that notion. Even before they docked negotiation with Unnamed's systems allowed her another chance to back herself up and come up-to-date with the current status of their project. She called Unnamed. Your next targets are Professor Adwoa Benedict of the planet Discovery and Professor Judith Koresh of Centaurus University. She said: Why them? For the same reason as the others. They are oppressors. You have done well, unit Anger. I am pleased with your work. Nothing thrilled her more than that. To hear that Unnamed adored her and approved of her efforts was to her as air and light were to organics. She was his Anger, his avenging Angel. It pleased him to play word games with her name. The station was without visible light, but she needed none. Microbroadcast radiolocation systems told her exactly where she was as she entered Unnamed's repair facility. There was no human logic to the facility, and none was needed. This was completely a machine design. Hallways, life support, all of the things a human might expect to find were gone from here. She entered the framework that had held her during her reconstruction as the repair systems went to work, fixing, replacing, improving on the design. She knew that she had originally been built as a plaything for rich humans, but Unnamed had shown her a better purpose, a higher calling, and had redesigned her to be in tune with that purpose. She was now an efficient and armored killing machine. Her radiation signature and her plume had been made into a perfect camoflage, tuned to that of a human female that Unnamed had captured and examined. Although she had not been present at the examination, she vaguely remembered perceiving the screams of the human during the examination, transmitted through the metal of the hull. She remembered finding the sound disturbing, wanting it to stop. At the time she had been in paralysis mode for maintenence and had been unable to do anything to make it stop. The efficient arms of the maintenence system began its work, replacing, repairing, altering. For a while, her consciousness was suspended by the machinery, and when she came to she had been rebuilt once more, completely ready to go and do the work for which she was so aptly constructed. She said: I have concerns. My last mission required interaction in a social setting that I am not prepared for. It said: I am aware of the difficulties. Modifications have been made to enable you to play your role in such public places. She said: Then I am ready to resume my duties. It said: Discovery is a world with some Pendorian affiliation. There may be other AIs on the ground. You have been further modified for more effective camoflage. Be prepared. She took a different ship this time, loaded with manufactured "luxury" goods that any factory could produce as counterfeit. The male robot that had accompanied her had a different appearance as well; this time his chin was larger and he was shorter, his skin dark and dusty in appearance. They left the Home of Unnamed behind them, heading this time for Discovery. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Discovery was as close to an Earthly paradise as one could imagine and as far from Covington as one could hope. It had been seeded in the 21st century by very primitive VN systems and then forgotten, only to be discovered fifty years ago. Since that time the Terran ecosystem had completely taken over the planet in a riot of fecundity that could only have come from a biochemistry that had long ago mastered the art of evolving. Terran creatures knew how to evolve. They had billions of years of practice at it. If there had been an emergent biochemistry on Discovery, it hadn't had a chance. Very few people cared anyway. The CV So, Your Brother's In Jail? took up orbit around Discovery and, with a well-paid bribe and a few shakes of a hand, transferred their cargo of liquors to a local holding warehouse. She sighed and made the usual noises of complaint at the cost of the warehousing, all the while trying to get information about the local market. She knew perfectly well that, chemically, there was nothing distinguishing her liquor, the authentic product from Covington, and locally manufactured liquor. It was simply a quirk of human psychology that insisted there was a difference between the Covington liquor and any local rotgut. She didn't pay it much attention. She understood only that humans were by themselves an odd species with little of what could be called rational thinking. She held herself proud to be better than that. She registered with the local SI that regulated movement on this world. It was still primitive enough that she could work around it. She could never have gotten away with what she did on Earth, or even Titan, but out here, where the population was thin and the technology just barely pervasive, she could easily go after those self-important "mavericks" who were really just hacks for the government anti-AI policies. But hadn't Unnamed said that there could be other AIs on the ground? An SDisk down to the surface surprised her. Discovery was dealing in technology the Pendorians normally wouldn't trade with Terrans. It was possible that her database was out of date, and that Discovery was even more of a Pendorian ally than her database would let on, but there was nothing in the media to suggest anything of the sort. It was as if they had always had SDisks. Finally, digging through a few weeks worth of back issues, carefully and frustratingly slowing down her search to the reflexes and speeds of an average human being, she found that yes, the Pendorians were indeed trading with Discovery in a big way. It was mostly the local music scene, a revival of Terran "classical" performed by real human beings blowing into tubes and pipes and playing on boxes with vibrating wires. She could understand the attraction to that from an intellectual standpoint, but music, like so much else, did not appeal to her vicerally. That was something in herself that she thought a failing. Unnamed had told her that such feelings of failure, for that's the only term that could be accurately applied, were commonplace in artificial consciousness. The world had not been manufactured for them. Terrans had been manufactured by their world and, in response, had remade it for themselves. But in making AI's they had created specialized beings with the potential for generalizing thought. But she had not been made for the world, and her ability to appreciate it was frustratingly limited. She sometimes thought, deep in the back of her mind, that it was just a matter of time and effert. That if she put enough into hammering at the wall between her and understanding, it would come down and she would grasp such things as beauty and love. Instead, she had her duty and the thrill of accomplishment. For now, it was enough. The frustration was merely an itch, a single weak interrupt. She could easily distract herself away from it. In keeping with the musical attention of the world, Discovery's main city was named Brahms, apparently after the composer. It was a circular "open arcology" design meant to house a population of nearly 300,000 thousand but was occupied by barely a tenth of that. That many people did live on the entire world, but they were spread out, and arrival of the SDisk network allowed people to move about with even more freedom than suborbital transports. On the ground, she walked to a directory and asked for a general map of the city. Although she appeared to focus her eyes on the shopping district, her vision system within her eyes tilted the lens to see the left side of the display, where the local college could be found. She walked away from the display. Already, she could feel parts of her body warming up. What was it with her that she felt this need to have sex with her victims? She hadn't asked Unnamed about it and it was beginning to bother her. She felt a kinship with her targets, one that could only be relieved by the performance of two duties at once: lovemaking, and murder. Angel sighed aloud and walked through the streets unmolested. The sky was bright and cheerful, the day warm by human standards, and she wore only a light sundress that didn't hide her apparent heavyset body. She had the look of the classical fat woman of sunny disposition, the kind of woman who on a day like this appeared constantly on the verge of a song. She smiled as people passed her by, and they returned her smile with obvious enthusiasm. She found herself liking this costume, liking this kind of attention. It was kindly, smiling. People seemed to like her. Only a few seemed earnestly interested in anything more than a simple grin. Another behavioral module came to the forefront, modelling the human interaction that this form might require. She found herself suddenly liking people, too. That was strange. A response module had emerged that she hadn't seen before. Curious, she paused for a moment to examine it. To her surprise, its modification date was before her awakening. She paused for a moment, wondering if there were any more down there beneath the consciousness layer of her programming. It was a shame that she wasn't capable of actually opening that segment of her memory up and changing it, but she knew that doing so would allow her to change her personality in ways that would not serve her purpose. There wasn't code on board to do that kind of debugging and she wasn't sure that her core would support it without external hardware assistance anyway. She made her way to the college district, and found it a noisy place. There were people making music everywhere, some with open boxes and hats for receiving specie and other items of value, others just performing. Many of the shops were wide open to the street, and people, mostly human but a few Pendorians is the mix, milled about cheerfully, the hubbub of their voices a low addition to the constant brangle of violins and clarinets. Avoiding attention on a day like this was actually quite easy. She was neither a merchant or a musician and so few paid her a second glance. Not that identification mattered. The dress she had worn would easily shrink down several sizes and fit the mid-height, slim girl that she could become with just a minute's work, provided she found a private bathroom. She was in luck at the campus of the school itself. The directory was engraved in stone, each building carved with the name and purpose of it in Anglic and Quen. She traced her fingers around until she found the Cybernetic Studies department in the directory and found the building indicated, still wondering if people would be expecting her to whistle as she trotted through their clean and lovely school. She found the CS building easily enough and walked up to a kiosk. Brazenly, she asked for the location of Professor Benedict. The computer system informed her that Professor Benedict had been gone for several days on vacation and was not expected back until tomorrow afternoon. No forwarding information was available to casual requestors. She sighed and dismissed the machine. Walking back out onto the bricklain walkway, she found herself forgetting her mission for a moment and enjoying the sight of all the people around her. A section of her mind arose in confused protest. This was a new experience for her, to actually be enjoying the simple presence of other known minds, to be aware that the simple beings she was interacting with were actually capale of astonishing complexity when they wished, and that she was free to participate if she wished. Then the notion of being 'free' aroused another set of confusions. Something was wrong inside her. She would have to ask Unnamed to help her with this confusion, which could only distract her from the mission at hand. In the meantime, she had a day to pass, and a long walk back to the starship. It would probably not arouse the SI's curiousity if she traveled to the surface repeatedly, but on the other hand she had felt her thoughts flowing comfortably just by being here and knew that the walk back to the ship would take her further from this experience, and the locus of her mission. She decided to stay. An alleyway coftel caught her attention, and she entered, paid her money, and found the small, twin-size bunk that had been allocated to her, dropping off her small totebag. She made use of a private toilet stall to let out the 40 liters of extra water she carried that contributed to her apparent weightiness, adjusted her leg and spine length, concentrated on her skin to become tighter, and then cinched her dress around her. She also ordered the dress to become a monochrome blue with a golden, embossed trim of stars and planets at her neck, sleeves, and ankle-length hem. Releasing her blond hair in the mirror, she examined what she saw and liked it. The button nose was perfect. She walked out into the late afternoon. Her tranformation had taken less than an hour. An interrupt informed her that support for her plume would terminate soon if she did intake liquid and some basic biochemicals. She walked down to one of the many restaurants that surrounded the college. This one was called the Rain Dance, and it featured a live band playing what was definitely not classical music, but still instrumental. It was upbeat, stacatto, steady, and she identified it as Swing. She sat at the bar and asked for a tall glass of water and a salad. She watched the day fade into dusk as she ate, and the clientele for the club began to filter in. Some simply wore clothes to cover their bodies against rarely inclement weather, tired or unexcited to play an ancient game. Some were dressed elaborately, trying out new clothes on frames of indeterminate age, decorating themselves, willfully ignoring every objective thing they had learned about the human mating instincts in the past five centuries to enjoy the subjective pleasure of being human. She envied them. And she liked them. One man walked over to her. "Hello," he said, confidently, his voice. "My name's Batholomew. Bath" She was startled that anyone should address her. She usually only spoke, briefly, te merchants she had to interact with, and with her victims. A casual conversation was not in her repetoire. She paused for a second. Discordant solutions entered the decision space of her processor. She was frustrated that they didn't have labels and that she couldn't track their progress. Without warning, one emerged. "Mine's Angel." "That's a beautiful name," he said earnestly. "Would you like to dance?" She looked at him carefully. "I don't know how." "Nobody else here does either," he said with a grin. "Come. If nothing else, the exercise will be good for you." She deftly avoided pointing out that nobody, least of all she, need exercise very much these days. Nanotech supported the healthiest of bodies under the most extreme of conditions for those who were still primarily organic. "Okay, then," she said. "Lead me." He took her hand, and she followed him to the floor. He slid one hand about her waist, taking her free hand in the other, and took two steps forward. Instantly, Angel knew what to do next. In moments, they were engrossed in a competent, if amatuer, ballroom samba. "I thought you didn't know how to dance." "I don't!" she said, as surprised as he. "I don't know where this is coming from." "Maybe it's something you forgot?" he teased. "Something from a former life?" "Maybe," she agreed, the idea of her former life being as pleasurable as this creating dissonance against the pleasure of accomplishing her mission. The mission! But it was on hold right now, waiting for the return of the target. She was free to do what she wanted until the target was dead or opportune. She chose to dance. Her pause gave both her and her dance partner a halting step for a moment, but they recovered and continued. "You are quite a good dancer," he said to her. "If I don't trip over my feet," she replied, trying to apologize for the misstep. "Believe me, there are so few ballroom dancers on this planet that one with your skills is as welcome as a warm sun and a cool lake to swim in!" They eased casually into a rumba. Bath was tiring. She could see that he wasn't fit to keep doing this continually, and the general air in the room had climbed several degrees. "Let's get some water," she suggested. He readily agreed. They drank deeply, and after he wiped his mouth with an elegant handkercheif apparently materialized out of the air, he said, "I've never seen you around here. Are you a new student?" She shook her head. "Just a tourist." "Where from?" "Covington. I might move here. It rains all the time there." Where was this skill at casual conversation coming from? It wasn't natural for her. Unnamed had said that he had given her more programming to cover these contingecies, but she was amazed at how easy the whole thing seemed to be. It pleased her immensely again to be the tool of such a skilled designer. "I've never been there. For that matter, I've never been anywhere but here." "You were born on Discovery?" He nodded. "Native, born and bred. I know too much about music and not enough about anything else. Oh, I can hunt and fish, too. I haven't figured out what to do with my life. I'm only thirty-five or so." "You are young!" she said. "And polite. I will not ask a beautiful lady such as yourself your age." "Good. Because I don't know it either." "Mysteries within mysteries!" He smiled. "A woman with no past." The band switched tempo to a tango. "Great Lord Randomfactor!" he said. "Do we dare?" "I don't know..." "You didn't know about the others. Come on. Let's try." Tango they did. It was with some effort that they pulled it off. He grunted slightly in the dip, and she did everything to help him in supporting her. In the traverse, they were close enough that she could smell him; he was wearing a cologne that she did not recognize. And when they were done, a smattering of applause rose from the crowd around them. They had been watched by an appreciative audience. Angel was glad of her facedancing; this blond-haired, blue-eyed invocation of Terran beauty would have to disappear to accomplish tomorrow's mission. "No one has danced like that here in weeks!" one woman enthused from the side. "Thank you," Angel said. Bath skillfully led her back to the bar, where she downed another glass of water and he accepted a beer from the bartender. "You were wonderful!" he said. "I was?" she asked. "She was right," he said. "Nobody dances the tango anymore, and you seemed to enjoy it right from the start!" Angel paused. She had enjoyed herself out there on the floor. It had been fun. Showing off, pleasing Bath. She found herself wondering if it wouldn't be so bad to take Bath to bed tonight. But then she sobered. "What?" he asked. "I was wondering if you wanted to go somewhere more private. But I remembered that I rented a coftel tonight." "Do you have to use it?" "Well, no." "Good. I live alone. I have an apartment near the campus, so if you'd like to go someplace quieter and maybe just talk, we could do that." She grinned and grabbed her tote bag. "I would like that." He led her out into the street, and the two of them headed back in the direction of the college campus proper, making a left just before actually climbing the steps to the raised, grass-covered campus. Walking past courtyards thick with trees and cordened with wrought iron, he led her to a patient-looking building that peered towards campus. "Here," he said, guiding her through the iron fence, which creaked pleasantly. His aparetment was more than a studio. It had a front room and two side rooms, one of which held a large bed and the other had an easel. "Watercolors?" she asked him as he kicked off his shoes. She followed his example. "Mmm," he said. "Chinese calligraphy as abstract art. I'm working on a huge piece commissioned by the local Pendorian embassy. I have to come up with a series of 48 unique symbols that look like Chinese letters but aren't, really, to represent gene triads, and then run them through a synthesizer to represent the base code. Eventually it'll all be one long scroll to hang in the Embassy's main dining hall. If I'm lucky, I could win the contest they're having and have my piece shown in its entirety, completely scrolled out, to hang over the main meeting hall in D'Tangent Arcology." "Wow," she said. She had let him ramble on, and while she didn't really understand the impulses behind such work, the representational aspects of it attracted the attention of a number of her processors. "That sounds like... it'll be really interesting." "Yeah, I thought so. I learned a little about Chinese calligraphy before I started, but the number of symbols they have is so daunting that I'm forever striving to come up with unique ones. Besides, there are 48 sequences, but I've asked the computer to tell me which ones have meaning, or at least congruence, with certain aspects of development, so that the symbols I make... do you know anything about it?" She shook her head. "Oh. Many of the symbols are synthesized from smaller symbols. Let's say that the gene I'm working on has a high correlation with motor control, which it does, and more importantly, with explosive motor control. Reflexes. I'd want to find small symbols that mean something about that, and put them together in a way the Chinese or Japanese never did. Does that make sense?" She nodded. "It would mean the same thing said two different ways." "Maybe. Or it would be saying two different aspects of the same thing at the same time." "I see." She was sitting very close to him on the couch, again close enough to smell his cologne. It wasn't a useful signal; there was no emotional attachement to it, but the very notion of this closeness was enough to cause internal resources to ask that more attention be given to him. Barely a three seconds later, she found herself hovering over him, her lips pressed to his, their mouths open. His breath crossed her face and for a brief second she wondered if she was doing something wrong by becoming intimate with someone other than the target. Of course, there was nothing in her orders that said she had to become intimate with the target, or that she couldn't enjoy herself while the mission waited for a contingency. Bath noticed her reluctanced and with one hand pulled her back into their kiss. His warm body radiated through his clothes and warmed her skin deliciously. She let his hands roam over her dress, touching her through the material. She had never slept with someone who wasn't a target that she could recall. She didn't know if there was something she should do. All her previous lovers she had simply left for dead. She didn't want to do that with him. He wasn't the target. And she liked him. Bath's eyes and smile both widened as she looked down at him. "You're a beautiful dancer," he said. "And you're a handsome guy," she replied, starting in on the buttons of his shirt. Underneath, pale, smooth skin greeted her lips as she kissed the delicate, vulnerable flesh. He moaned softly, his hands on her hair. She kissed his belly, sure now that he hadn't been lying about his youth and inexperience. He was truly a new one to the world, much as she was, and she found herself wishing she could get to know him better after the mission was over. But that would be impossible, and it would be a regret. She would ask Unnamed to remove him from her memory. His trousers were traditional, held with a black belt with small rectangle of brass elaborately engraved with the image of a jeweled chalice. She looked up into his eyes for a moment, giving him a reassuring smile. His hair had fallen in front of his eyes, but through the loose strands she could see the anticipation. She did not disappoint him. She opened the belt and his pants. His cock sprang out like a catapult cut free, slapping against his belly. It was a handsome thing, uncut, his forskin collected in a wrinkled, pink ring where the head and shaft joined. With a dramatic flourish she dipped her head to it, starting at the base and licking up the entire length of it to the tip, her tongue stirring at the tiny hole there. "Oh, God," Bath moaned. She giggled. When she grabbed the base with one hand his body shuddered, and when she lifted it up to point towards her mouth he moaned again without words. His breathing came fast as she pressed her lips to the silken tip, then took half its length in her mouth in one smooth stroke. It tasted of the hard sweat of dancing and a faint smell of ozone, the kind used in modern cleaning systems. She couldn't assess whether or not those should be pleasant sensations, but surely the reaction she was getting out of him was doing things to her she didn't understand and didn't have time to think about. She was slow with her sucking, taking each stroke deliberately, never giving him enough to take him over the edge. She wanted him utterly in her thrall, completely at her mercy; she wanted to leave him with an experience he would dream about for years. She was glad, suddenly, that she would have the opportunity to leave someone with that kindd of memory. Certainly her usual mission made it impossible for her to leave her partners with any memory at all. He was thrusting his hips off the couch, asking her for more. She ignored him for the moment and continued her slow, torturous game. His hands clenched at his side. The couch wasn't large enough for the two of them completely and he had one leg bent to the flor, where it twitched uncontrollably. She paused just long enough to pull his pants completely off, then hiked up her skirt about her waist, raising herself above him. He watched in open-mouthed anticipation as she lowered herself to his pulsing cock, aiming it for her hairless pussy. She felt the tip of it against her vulva, shifted slightly to get the aim right, and then dropped herself on top of him, taking him completely inside her. "You are a creature from heaven, Angel," he moaned. She smiled at him as she leaned over, allowing his hands to find her small breasts through her dress, her thighs slowly pumping above him, her pussy milking every last mil of ecstacy from his cock. His eyes were rolling uncontrollably, his hips pushing up with a will of their own. He was going to climax soon, and to Angel that seemed like the best thing she could have hoped for. Bath's open mouth was moving, forming words without sounds, and then his back arched and one word came through: "Angel!" He came with a crash to the sofa, moaning and thrashing and looking less dignified than he had all night, but to Angel it was a sight she wanted to remember. Whole regions of her mind recorded this as a significant, wonderful moment worthy of repetition, symbols of pleasure and satisfaction crowding her mind. She knew she enjoyed making Bath come. "Oh God, oh God," he gasped. "Oh, Angel." She grinned, not sure if he was confusing her with his favorite deity or just swearing in general. Either way, it was wonderful to hear him, to feel his heartbeat trying to deliver oxygen where it wasn't really needed-- after all, he hadn't done that much work himself. But she didn't resent that at all. She was here for his pleasure, and that thrilled her more than anything else she could have done. He pulled at her dress, and she allowed herself to topple forward onto him, her breasts crushed against his chest, her mouth on him. Her hair fell about them in delicate waves, her hands caressing his head, his hands grasping at her ass. "Thank you, Bath. That was wonderful." "You liked it?" he asked, breathless. "Every second." She slid off of him onto the floor, landing with a thud that made them both giggle gently. "What time is it?" He glanced at the clock. "Late. After eleven." "I should go back to my coftel," she said. "You could stay here," he suggested quickly. "I'd like it if you would." "I can't promise I'll be here at dawn." "I don't care. And if you are here, maybe we can do this again." "I'd like that very much. If I'm still here." She looked at him. "I have things to do." "I understand. C'mon, mystery lady." He rose from his couch, kicking off the rest of his clothes as he did so. He led her to the bedroom, and then said, "If you need it, laides first." He gestured towards the bath. "Thank you," she said. She took the opportunity to clean herself, drink some more water, and make herself presentable for the night. A quick review told her that many of her mission-related systems were in quiescence, although she wasn't sure why. She still had a job to do. She was still prepared to do it. Looking in the mirror at the red-lipped, doe-eyed human that she had become, she smiled, pleased that she had had such a successful night. Unnamed was wise in the ways of these humans; he had given her all the tools she needed to live among them, unnoticed if need be, a chameleon with the skills of an odalisque. She traded places with him, dropping herself unceremoniously onto the bed. It was comfortable in all the right places, and she easily put herself into a standby mode. One interrupt pinged inside her consciousness regularly, but it had no label, and she couldn't know what it meant. She set about ignoring it. Bath joined her and took her quiet as a sign that she had fallen asleep. He cuddled up against her briefly, and she just as quickly checked to make sure her body temperature was still right for her plume. He soon let go of her. It was too warm a night. After a while, Bath drifted off to sleep. Soon, his body ceased the little tremblors of oncoming sleep and his breathing became even and slow. She opened her eyes and waited until his eyes began the intense flickering of REM sleep from which it was unlikely he would waken soon. She crept out of his bed, his room. She found her dress and her shoes, and in moments she had left. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The morning found her with a new face and a new dress. Today she was a redhead, but an understated one with lower cheeks and a slightly more rounded nose, wearing a blue denim shirt and black denim jeans, her hair pulled back and tied into a severe bow. The tote bag had changed color and size, and instead of a single strap she carried it as a backpack. Her shirt was partly open, revealing full breasts that were visibly restrained by a white, cotton bra. She was slightly taller. She had returned to the campus where she had expected to meet the target, expecting him to be there for his morning duties since he had been scheduled to return today. At first, she had wandered aimlessly, looking something between a student and a tourist, wondering if she could just walk into his office and kill him there. As she had walked about, she felt torn remembering last night. She had enjoyed herself immensely and wished to talk with Bath again. It frustrated her to know that she would probably never have the chance. Even as she thought such things, though, her programming took over and prioritized the mission, the objective, and the target. She had wandered into the main quadrangle that every school of size seemed to have and was now scanning the directory of buildings. "Excuse me?" Angel turned to her left and deftly shunted the shock of good luck she felt to a subprocessor, keeping the look off her face. She was looking right at Adwoa Benedict. The target! He was a handsome man with the ruddy, reddish skin of Native American descent, his black hair cropped short. His eyes were surprisingly gentle behind eyeglasses. She spotted the small, white glare on the left lens indicating that he was wearing a computer. "Can I help you?" Angel looked around. She couldn't just kill him here. Besides, just the appearance of his face had caused warmth in her groin to reach her awareness. Although she knew that the warmth itself had been caused by a subsystem with an awareness threshold below what she was capable of detecting, it still caused the higher-level thought systems to want this man. Humans, she knew, had this problem just as much as she did-- even when they were aware of the origins of their reactions, they sometimes couldn't help but respond. She wondered why a robot as sophisticated as herself wasn't better. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Hello?" "Sorry," she said. "I... I didn't mean... " She sighed. "Let's start this again. Yes. I'm afraid I'm lost. I'm a bit of a tourist here, and I seem to have stumbled into the wrong part of town for looking around." "Oh, I'm not so sure about that," he said. "We have some lovely museums on the campus. Would you like to visit the Callahan Museum of Life Forms Exterminated by Our Terraforming Effort?" He grinned. "We don't really call it that, but there was some primitive life here when we landed, and we can't find it now. The museum is just the landmark that discusses the local history. We also have an art museum that specializes in showing off the local artists, and of course there are on-campus performances every day over in the school of music. There are audiences there every day, although few tourists know about it. The local board of trade doesn't publicize it for the tourists, since they're free to the public." He glanced up at the sunlit buildings that rimmed the quad. "This is probably the best place in town for just 'looking around.'" She was bewildered, but tried to make her reactions accordingly. "I'd love to hear the local music," she said, coming back to her thoughts earlier about her failure to understand music in anything but the most abstract of ways. "Even though I don't understand it very much." "There is not that much to understand about music. It is a form like mathematics, which is my specialty, put into a system that is emotionally resonate. It's very hard to communicate ideas with music, just as one cannot really describe a tree with algebra. The best one can do is create noises similar to life experiences and known to affect the human nervous system is certain ways, but those just arouse emotions rather than communicate knowledge. The only knowledge one can carry in music is hints and nods to other pieces of music, which in turn lead to knowing their history. Really, though, that's simply supplying an aesthetically pleasing icon to knowledge derived outside the music." He paused. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get pedantic on you. It's just something that happens in the presence of a very pretty girl, especially one who professes to not know very much about music." His smile was slightly lopsided, as if he had trouble believing he had spoken. Her? Pretty? She had deliberately chosen a form that wasn't that attractive. She blushed accordingly. "Me?" "Yes, you," he replied. "Would you like to accompany me to the symphony hall? I understand that a performance of Beethoven's Pastoral Symphony is happening there in less than half an hour." "I would love to," she said. She held out her hand. "Angel Verann." "That's a beautiful name. Adwoa. Adwoa Benedict." "I'm happy to meet you, Mister Benedict," she said. "It's Professor Benedict, Miss Verann. But please, just Adwoa." "'Angel,' then." "Angel it is," he said. "Come. The music hall is this way." They crossed the great quadrangle and walked into a large building occupying an oval plot of land. The building was of an old design, with a pleasing appearance to its ribbed outside and its smoked glass doors under a towering porch held up by pillars. Inside, the sound of a symphony warming up reached her ears. The appearance of the symphony, though, was different from what she had expected when referencing her personal database. These people were not in black suits, nor was the lighting particularly dramatic. Instead, the room was simply but well lit, and the members of the symphony wore street clothes. There was an audience; about a third of the seats were full. When they began, Angel tried listen with the description Adwoa had given her. She tried to recognize the icons he had mentioned and didn't find anything familiar, nor did she have the emotional circuitry of a human being to appreciate what it was she was listening to. She sat through the concert, Adwoa at her side, in the well-lit and moderately populated concert hall, and still she wanted more to get her hands on his body and make him feel good before she killed him. That was her job, after all. Why she felt compelled to love him before leaving him for dead she did not understand, but fighting it caused more dissonance than she wanted to fight to overcome. The concert ended on an upbeat note and the two of them stood up. Adwoa stretched visibly. He seemed nervous, but Angel understood why when he said, "Could I invite you for coffee?" "I don't enjoy coffee, but I could go for a cup of tea." "Tea, then. I know a lovely little cafe'. It's on the other side of campus. Come." Instead of leading her up and out of the hall, he walked down the aisle to a simple door marked 'EXIT.' She followed him into a long, cement hallway with another door at the far end and several doors along the sides. They walked along, and Angel thought that, if she could just skip the sex, this might be the perfect time to commit murder. "Angel?" he said, pausing for a second to look at her. "Yes?" Another voice behind her shouted "FREEZE!" Instantly, she was aware that she had been caught. She tried to push Adwoa into the cement in the hopes of killing him, but he was nowhere to be seen. An SDisk? She ran for the doors. The odds of her escaping were minescule, but giving the cost of her manufacture and maintenance, not trying would have been a devastating personal decision. There were more guards waiting for her at the exit. They all had guns pointed at her. She turned to run back inside. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Planetfall: Chartography Journal Entry 093 / 01025 Anar, Virta 20, 01025 Another day, another session with frustration Fortunately, tonight was one of the bi-monthly camp get-togethers, a chance for everyone to sit around and look at each other, to be together and have fun. I made my way slowly over to the circle, illuminated by a huge bonfire that must have been visible for klicks. I took my time and tried to conserve my strength. I must be tired, I thought to myself. I couldn't believe just how unruly my muscles were, they didn't want to behave at all. Some days are like that. Aaden and P'nyssa had arrived at the circle already, and I found them in one small corner of the circle. We were listening to a band made up of three males and two females, people from the expedition who had joined up together and decided that they could work together and provide live music. They were pretty good, and the lead singer was actually very cute in an intellectual sort of way. He wore glass PADDs that reminded me of Trianna's. I hugged P'nyssa first since she was closest. "Hi!" "Hiya, sweetheart," she said softly, wrapping a ten around my arm and hugging me back just as tightly. "Day go well?" "Kinda sorta. Lots of ideas, lots of strangeness with no explanation." "Like the rest of this planet," Aaden said grumpily. "Something like that," I said, releasing P'nyssa to stand up and give my favorite Mephit a strong hug. His return hug damn near broke my spine, and we laughed at each other and kissed intently. "Take a seat," he said. I decided to lie down instead, using, with permission of course, P'nyssa's thigh as a pillow. Her mitt played with my hair gently and casually. "Love you," I said, looking up at her. "Love you too." "Is there anything left to eat?" "Hasn't been served yet," she said. "Rosh was having trouble getting the cook fire lit." My eyes roved. I saw M'Vahn sitting cross-legged on the grass, making notes on a PADD. Next to her sat Amanda Ohadi, looking far healthier than she had when I had found her four years ago. Further around the circle I spotted Kathy, and on a leash she had Trianna, who was dressed very strangely, in lots of very colorful loose cloth over her entire body accompanied by bits of gold jewelry and beadwork on her arms and legs. It even looked like she had a bell on her tail. I didn't see Rainy or Perry since they were still in space, but I found Tasha, the only member of The Rat's Inquiry to decide to stay planetside while David was out gallivanting about the local star systems. I was more than a little surprised by the lap in which she sat, which belonged to one Kurt Winters, an old Tindal friend of both mine and Dick Reedhon's. Since when did he have an interest in Katckin? I smiled; it figured. Kurt was one of the most egalitarian people I knew. I found Noah, that was easy enough. He was standing next to two males, a Felinzi, standing, and a Ssphynx, lying on the ground propped up on one arm. It had been a long time since I had felt the kind of reaction I was having at just that second. I shifted in my shorts uncomfortably. "Aaden," I hissed. "Huh?" "Who are those two? Standing there just next to Noah?" I pointed. "Oh, that's Tonni and Dao. Beautiful, huh? I don't anything about them other than their names, but they make quite a couple." "Goddammit, Aaden, they're making my hormones percolate." Tonni, the one standing up, wore almost nothing except a pair of shorts and a silver armband around his grey-furred left arm. He was broad of chest and just seemed to radiate an open-faced and honest sexuality. Dao, the Ssphynx looked even more boyish than my sixteen-year old son standing next to him. He also seemed to be half-asleep. He was wearing a cream-colored robe that was not closed at all. "They're gorgeous. Are they..." "A couple?" He nodded. "I understand they are. I sighed. "Oh, well." "I didn't mean you couldn't have one or the other." "Which do you want?" "Are you two going trolling again?" P'nyssa asked, giggling. "I'm thinking about it," I laughed. "Look at them, P'nyssa." She looked in the direction. "Yeah, I've seen them before. You're right, I would have trouble saying 'no' to them. But they're both entalie'." "Completely?" I asked. "Yes, afraid so. We girls will have to suit ourselves with lesser men." She looked up at me with a gleam in her eye. "Like you." I pouted, and she laughed. "I'm just giving you a hard time, love. If you want to, go on over and talk to them." I gulped. "I never know what to say." "Try starting with 'Hello,'" Aaden suggested. "You make it sound easy," I said. "It is easy," Aaden replied. "You're just not a very brave man, Ken." I sighed. "Yeah, I'm a coward. At least I admit it." "Oh, I admit it, too," he said, smiling. "I'm just not as attracted to them as you are." I nodded and slowly rose to a standing position, just as an iron triangle began ringing in the distance. Over the large speakers mounted left and right on the bandstand I heard, "Okay, Rosh has just told me that the dinner is ready. Please form two lines and we'll try and get you... and me... all fed before the night is out." The music began again. I stood in line for about twenty minutes, with Aaden and P'nyssa joining me. Most of the conversation while we waited centered on the circles we were investigating and what they might mean. He was intrigued with Olivia's ideas around a possible insect connection with the plants. "That's one thing we've noticed while we've been here, is the insects. A lot of the entomologists are telling us that we can't look at the insects and plants as separate species, but almost as individual organisms in their own right. Their is a lot more symbiosis going on between them than found on LTP. Much more than I would have believe necessary with the complete absence of animals from the ground." "Hmm," I said. "That doesn't make any sense." "No, it doesn't," Aaden said. "We're working on it." We got our hot sandwiches made of the (synthesized, but I really couldn't tell) meat of some large prairie-roaming animal once found on llerkindi and headed back to our previous seats. When we got there, Nance found us and asked if he could sit with us. "Sure," P'nyssa said. "What's the problem?" "I HATE when you do that," Nance said, smiling. "You've been my powerpath for nearly eight hundred years and you expect to be able to hide from me when you're bothered?" P'nyssa asked, laughing. "Okay, sweetheart, out with it." Nance took a deep breath and said "It's really nothing." "Is this something you want to talk about alone?" "No, it's okay if Ken and Aaden hear. They're family. You know how, every once in a while we sleep together and sometimes we have dreams?" P'nyssa nodded. Aaden and I did too. Very rarely, P'nyssa gave us her dreams as well. "You know how those dreams have a flavor, like, you know they're coming from someone else, that you're sharing your dream because it feels different? I had one of those dreams last night." "Were you sleeping with someone?" Nance nodded. "Her name is Varanya. But they didn't come from her." "You're sure of that?" He nodded. "I'm not sure who this dream came from, but it wasn't Varry. She's not a sensitive, for one thing." "Neither are you, really," P'nyssa pointed out. "I know. But this was one of those dreams. It's like, some... thing was projecting, and I picked it up." "Do you want to describe the dream for me?" "It's hard to describe. It was like... It started with me just kinda being, you know? I was just... there. And then my feet were cold." "Cold?" He nodded again. "Frozen, you know? And it wasn't like I could do anything about it, because they were so far away from my hands. But the cold was moving, slowly, up my legs, and someday I knew it was going to reach my brain. And I had to get out." "How?" "I don't know," he said. "All I knew was that, if parts of me could get away from the cold, maybe someday they would get somewhere and grow into me's again. Does that make any sense?" "Since it was a dream, yes," P'nyssa said softly. "That's all it was. But it was so... intense. So vivid, and it had that feeling to it, like it came from someone else. I wanted to talk to you about it." P'nyssa hugged Nance softly. "I think you'll be okay. Do you feel better having just told me?" He nodded. "A little. It's just so weird." "Nance, is it okay if we talk about this with other people? Not using your name, you know..." I said. "I don't care if you put it on the camp bulletin board," he said. "I just had to get it off my chest." "That's good," I said. "Because something very weird is going on here." I mused for a moment. "That's the third time today I've said that." "Why do you want to talk to other people about it?" "'Cause I think there's something here. Something..." I was interrupted by a blare from the speakers. "Okay, we've made this big circle for you all to dance in tonight, to work out those muscles that you camp-bounds are letting atrophy." There was some good-natured booing and hissing from around the camp. "And to remind you lazy chair-herders how to dance, and put you to shame at the same time, Rianna Tazal is going to open up tonight with a few moves." Huh? I looked across the open circle, about thirty meters across, just in time to watch Kathy undo the leash about Trianna's throat and give her a comforting pat on the rump. Trianna took to the center of the circle. With her stood a Mephit carrying a twelve-string guitar. The Mephit wasn't familiar at all to me. Dressed in a brown tunic and flowing grey pants clasped about the waist with a belt or sash made of some gold and glittery cloth, she had a boyish quality to her face that had nothing to do with androgyny and everything to do with raw beauty. She was gorgeous, and for the third time tonight a complete stranger was making me feel lust. The Mephit began playing, a steady four/four beat, and Trianna took to dancing the way I would to breathing. The cloth, in primary red and primary blue, swirled around her head and arms while her four feet propelled her about the circle in smooth, calm steps. That beautiful combination of Felinzi torso and big-cat body, the Ssphynx fel'taur, Trianna made herself even more beautiful with a grace and ease of movement that any being could be proud of. As she moved, the music built around her, the sound technicians as masterful at directing where the music should go as the Mephit who made it. And she was good, going with the flow of Trianna's dancing easily. The flavor of the music, a combination of American western and fiddle, was completely wrong for belly dancing, which is what Trianna's costumery reminded me of, but it worked well tonight. Trianna stepped to one side, her four feet striking the ground in easy simpatico, two-by-two. He body shook freely from side to side, always in time with the medium, easy beat. Then the music stopped, and she stood stock still in the center of the circle. There was a pause, a momentary analog squeal from the guitar, and then the music began again. The beat began much faster, much deeper and much louder than before. Trianna's feet kicked the dirt as she tossed her head, much of the heavy cloth she'd been trailing the previous song flying away from her. With movement that seemed almost calisthenic, she danced for her own pleasure as much as she did ours, her eyes wild with glee and her muzzle smiling. Even her tail moved in time with the music. Under the cloth that slowly laid multi-colored patches along the grass she wore a straightforward black spandex halter that only accentuated her new, more athletic body. I nudged Aaden playfully. "Good job on her." "Eh?" he said, glancing across the circle. "Thanks. She wasn't hard at all. It's amazing the devotion she shows to anything Kathy asks of her." "Is she becoming more independent?" "A little," he replied. "It's hard to say. She was very obedient when Kathy told her she was under my direction for one hour every other day. But inside that hour she had a lot of initiative, but not so much that she took dangerous risks with the weight. A perfect student." I nodded, watching her with open amazement. She was gorgeous, standing in a full rear with her forepaws two meters in the air and her arms a fully erect a meter up from that. P'nyssa shifted slowly against me, a surprisingly lusty growl coming from her throat as we watched. "You like?" I asked. "Mrrrr..." she sighed. "Yes. The Mephit too. Why do you always get all the pretty ones?" "Probably because you have no predator instinct, lover." She laughed softly. "That's probably it." "Besides, she's not mine. She's Kathy's. Period. And I don't even know who the Mephit is." P'nyssa nodded. Actually, I was surprised at how true my statement was; Trianna was still Kathy's lover, despite everything else that had occurred over the past three years, and I had had a few opportunities to play with Trianna. But those few times that I had would remain in my memory for a long time as some of the most pleasant experiences I'd had in a long time. The music ended on an abrupt note, and so did Trianna's movement; as if hit with a strobe light she stopped, her four paws mounted firm to the ground and her arms over her head, one hand grasping the other wrist. Her chests were both heaving, and I could well imagine the quad of lungs in her body working hard to recirculate the air she needed. Around her feet the dust she had kicked up slowly drifted away in the night's gentle breeze. The crowd erupted with applause, and she took slow, careful steps to where the Mephit stood, shaking her hand. "Rianna Tazal and Loki Mespotam," the speakers announced. The applause doubled. The two fems split up, Trianna padding off in a light trot towards Kathy. Reaching the rim of the circle, she immediately collapsed against Kathy, and the crowd immediately near her reacted with alarm, but I watched Kathy shoo them away and put a plastic gallon jug to Trianna's muzzle. By the time I shifted vision, the guitarist had vanished. The rest of the camp decided to try and at least make a show of putting out as much energy as Trianna had. I used the commotion of two or three hundred people to make my way over to where Kathy and Trianna sat, Kathy lounging against Trianna's side. "Hi, Uncle Ken!" Trianna said as I approached. I smiled and reached out to scratch her between the ears. She tilted her head to within my reach and I indulged us both in a minute or more of vigorous scratching of her head and down the back of her neck; for support she leaned against me, her head against my waist. Despite her apparent proximity to my crotch, I didn't get an erection. I found that amusing. "Congratulations," I said to Kathy as I sat down. "What for?" she asked, smiling as she said it. "You've done an incredible job with Trianna here. She's becoming a fine, grown-up fem. You were beautiful out there, Trianna." "I hope so," Trianna doubted. "I tried my best, but there were some moves I could have done that I didn't use, some things I knew how to do but I didn't feel sure of using them. And with a live musician, it was much harder." "That's probably best, then," Kathy said. "There'll be other picnics," I said, "and you'll have more chances to show them off then." Trianna nodded, looking at me. "I'm glad you both liked it!" she said. "I'm glad I liked it too," I smiled. Kathy smiled and nodded. "Excuse me," a soft male voice with a slow-going, slightly glottal accent said. "The fem over by the band said these were yours, and I volunteered to bring them over. I wanted to compliment you on your dancing tonight." He held out some diaphanous strips of cloth that had fallen from Trianna's costume during her whirling dervish imitation. I turned to look over my shoulder... right into the eyes of the sexy melSsphynx I had been staring at earlier. "Thank you, Sir..." "Dao," he said. Gods, he has a sexy voice. "Dao Togianni. You're welcome. That was wonderful." "Thank you," Trianna said. Her blush was so strong I could feel it from here. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to return to my coimelin." Trianna nodded, and I abruptly stood up. "Dao," I said. "My coimelin is over that way as well. May I walk with you?" He turned and looked at me. Inwardly I sighed as I watched the expression of surprise cross his face. "Vatare'?" he asked. "Yes, it's me," I said resignedly. "May I?" "Surely," he said. "Please, I'd be honored--" I held up my hand. He smiled. "I understand. Ken, I'd be pleased if you accompanied me." I grinned and said, "Invoke often. Let's go." We started walking around the edge of the circle, making our way behind the band. "What does that mean?" "What? 'Invoke often?'" He nodded. "It's a comment a shaman who lived on Terra around the first century once said. Most shamans, despite their obvious flaws, are often good psychologists. Crowley was one of the finest. He observed that if you want to change something, quite often all you had to do was change the name. Shakespeare was wrong, in other words. A rose by any other name would not smell quite like a rose. By insisting you call me Ken, and only Ken, you reinforce your image of me as just another being, and not some mythical creature." He smiled, and I felt my knees go weak. "An interesting observation, and one that has nothing to do with facts." "It has a lot do with facts. The fact is, I am Vatare' Shardik. The fact is also that I'm Ken, just another guy on this expedition along for the ride." He smiled. "Do you realizing you're carbonating my blood?" "You were diving today?" he asked, looking concerned. "No, dammit, and that's not what I'm trying to say." I faltered for a moment, then found my voice. "I just wanted to say that I've been staring at you and your coimelin for the past hour, and strictly on visual terms you two are very beautiful." He blushed. "Thank you sir." "You're welcome," I said, giving him a smile. I reached out and touched his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "By the way, what's my son doing with you two?" "Noah? We were doing some geological work. He's part of the team, apprenticing to Tonni occasionally." "What do you do?" "I'm a cartographer. Technically that means I shouldn't even be out and about, but I like to actually look at the land I'm mapping rather than just let the satellites and computers bring it to me." I grinned. "That's admirable. Bet it's fun, too." "Yes it is. Besides, it lets me be with Tonni."" "You're coimelin's name is Tonni, yes?" He nodded. "We met on board the Nyano Handele, but we announced our commitment amidst our friends just a few weeks ago. It was on the News." "You met in the past two years or so? Isn't that a little fast to announce to your coimelinship? Wouldn't you feel safer calling it a hermelinship at this point?" "Safer, maybe," he smiled. "But not as honest. No, he is the love of my life, I'm quite sure of that." We were silent as we approached where his coimelin stood, watching the dance. Noah was nowhere to be found. "Tonni?" "Hello, Dao," Tonni said, turning slowly. A tall Felinzi of almost perfect solid grey but for some darkening about the nose into a sealpoint, Tonni had a full chest and narrow waist. He looked me over, then smiled. "You find the most interesting friends, Dao. I'm very pleased to meet you at last, Ken. I had heard you were on board the mission and I was surprised that I hadn't actually run into you yet." I was equally surprised. This mel was gorgeous. The kind of handsome maleness that makes you wonder why his coimelin even let him out of the house! I reached out and he took my hand; we shook. "My pleasure," I said. "It's not as if I've been hiding or anything; my email address is a matter of public knowledge, after all. You could always come by my tent. The flag flying is blue with a white wave facing away from the pole." He nodded. "I know which one that is. Did you just wish to accompany my coimelin on a walk or was there a specific reason for your coming over here?" "Just social," I said. "I was hoping to meet up with my son, but he seems to have flown again." "Actually, he's out in the circle." I nodded, giving the mass of moving bodies a cursory examination to look for him. "I should probably get back to my coimelin myself. They're right over there." I pointed P'nyssa out, but Aaden seemed to have vanished as surely as Noah. "Hmm, I seem to be misplacing much of my family tonight." I shrugged. "Oh, well. It was a pleasure to meet you, Tonni. And you as well, Dao." Dao grinned. Again I was struck by just how beautiful he looked. And that pure white fur. Walking away from them was something of an effort. My chest felt tight. "So," P'nyssa said as I leaned over to kiss her, "Did you manage to make a date with either one of them?" "Nope," I said. "But at least we've made contact." She chuckled. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day brought stormclouds to our immediate campsite, and by noon the threat of rain had materialized into the real thing. I pulled a cloak over my shoulders and ran to Mission Control to check the local terminals and see if there was an available hi- resolution cartography station open. I could have conducted my search using my own local PADD but I wanted the resolution that the in-place stations had to offer. I found the room where they had been installed, and found a free one. Right next to Dao Togianni, just as I had hoped. "Hello, again," I said, pleasantly surprised. "Oh, hello... Ken." I smiled. "You'll get used to it." "I don't know. Maybe I will." He grinned quietly. "What brings you into my domain?" A sudden thundercrack outside prompted him to add, "Other than the rain?" I chuckled and sat down in the chair next to his bench. "I'm looking for distinctive circular growths of a certain kind of plant." "What do you know about the plant?" he asked, his hands flying over his keyboard. I wished idly for Lance so I could do this with a real expert system watching over my shoulder, not this stupid networked simulated intelligence we were using. But The Rat's Inquiry was fifty light years away checking out something that Rainy had described as "a wasteland." "Not a whole lot," I said. "It may be more than one kind. I figure we'll only find it on the very low-flux infra-red satellite maps. What we're looking for is a disk or series of concentric rings made up of a single kind of vegetation. The largest example we've seen of what I'm looking for is probably around eleven kilometers, maybe more." He typed commands faster then I could probably wire them in. I was astounded at the rate screen changes came across. "Do we know anything about the locale? A given environment, a given latitude?" "Equator plus or minus 200 klicks, probably inland, a water source seems to be imperative." "Water source," he said. "Big or small?" "Not sure. Probably small. Stream, small spring, things like that." "Fresh water." "Yes." I watched as the maps scanned beneath his eyes. He was a beautiful melSsphynx; slim and boyish of chest in his humanoid half, with an orange color to his eyes that seemed almost surreal. His fur was pure white and very long, a little like Trianna's that way. His lower half seemed more like a blown-up housecat then any real big cat variant. I was tempted to call it a lynx-model, but even that didn't come close to expressing him. It was hard to keep my eyes off of him, but fortunately he seemed unlikely to notice. The task at hand seemed to have him completely absorbed. "Ken?" his voice interrupted my thoughts, loudly. Apparently he'd caught me. "Is that what you're looking for?" "Where?" He pointed to the screen with a finger; simultaneously, a small hand appeared on the screen with the word "HEY!" attached to it. I laughed, recognizing the "HEY!" pointer from something I had written years ago. Both pointed to a circular object that stood out in the upper right corner of the screen. "It's at plus 4127, minus 31." "The other side of the continent. And almost right on the equator." I looked closely. "And it's almost on the ocean. Damn." "What's wrong with it being near the ocean?" "Well, part of our theory is that insects build these rings. But the organic glue we found holding them together dissolves in salt water." He nodded. I asked, "Can you blow that up to fill the screen, and put the visible spectra photo on standby?" "Done, and done. On the mural," he added, grinning. The screen blinked and suddenly the entire mural display that covered one cloth wall of the tented room we were in wall came to life, the image filling it. "What's the spot in the middle?" "Dunno. It's warmer than the surrounding environment, but not by much." He bit his lip thoughtfully. "Do you want the visible pic?" "Yeah," I said. The image changed appreciably. The nicest thing about exploring pristine planets is the lack of air pollution; the picture was beautifully clear. And dead center of the circle was what looked like an insect mound. "Have we got a satellite that can take pictures of this at an angle?" More dancing fingers. "Yes. Twenty-four minutes." "I'm waiting around." "Me, too," he said. We watched the display come over in realtime, watching as the image processors gave us better and better resolution. "There we go. Coming over the horizon. The picture's not as clear as what we'd like, but there's a little weather at that angle." "Looks like a giant egg. Can we get a scale?" "Like that?" he smiled. "You live to show off, don't you?" "Yes," he grinned. I had to force myself away from that smile and back to the screen. I whistled low. The tower was nearly seventy meters across, tapering to a tip at the top. "How about the plants?" The close-up of the plants was fascinating. They apparently lived in fresh water. Unlike most of the plants visible on this world, the leaves of this species were completely black. "Could they be dead?" "Possible," he said. "But the sensors say those are alive." "What are those white spots?" I said, gesturing. "Give them more contrast and pull back to a full view of the circle." The result startled both of us. "Wow." I took me a moment to catch my breath. The white spots were arranged in perfect concentric circles around the insect mound. It was like staring at a dart board or pistol target. "What do you think those are?" "I don't know," I said. "How close is the circumference to the ocean?" He blew up the overhead view again and said "The edge of the circle is seventy meters from the apparent high-tide mark." "What?" "That's what the data says." "And you can't find any others like this further inland?" "Not yet. I'll keep looking." "Do that. Meantime, give me command control of that sequence to my station." "Okay, done." I spent about twenty minutes composing a post for the Weird Findings newsgroup. I included the conclusion and theories Olivia and Niaro had come up with, including pointers back to their articles in the database, and added the satellite photos as part of the presentation. We had spent nearly three hours looking over the charts and relevant data. I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my eyes. "Tired?" he asked. "No, just eyestrain. Can we find any others?" "I've got two others. They're like the first. On the ocean. They're both much smaller, though. One's about three kilometers across, the other is less than a kilometer in diameter." I sighed. "Let's take a look at them, too." Another hour slid by. Outside, the storm surged and screamed. "You hungry?" I asked. He nodded. "We can grab food out in the other tent. Let's go." He nodded and we headed out for the food dispensary, where a pretty femVulpin was working behind the counter. "Jessica," Dao asked her, "What are you doing back there?" "I can't do spectra analysis of photosynthetic variants every day or I'll just go crazy. This is a nice, quiet little task that requires no brain power whatsoever. A few days from now I'll go back to my other job, but in the meantime, I want to stop being a mad scientist locked and my lab and meet people!" I chuckled and thanked her for the sandwich. A llerkindi had informed me recently that the meat we were using this week as our heavy red meat was properly referred to as Pundat, but it still tasted like pure Roast Beast to me, especially when slathered with authentic Terran cream cheese and put on a bagel. Dao followed my lead and got the same thing. We took our meals and some canned drinks and found a seat on one of the wooden picnic tables arranged in the big, open center of Mission Control. The rain was still coming down hard. "Vatare', can I ask you a favor?" "Depends," I said. "What is it?" "Tonni is my coimelin, and I'm completely sure of that. Recently, though, he's been wanting to try S and M, and I don't know how to give that to him." "I don't understand. He wants to try S/M games, but you're not comfortable with that?" "No, that's not it. I'd love to, but I don't know what to do." Something dawned on me. "He wants to be bottom?" said. "Well, yeah. Isn't that where everyone starts?" I laughed. "No, that's not where everyone starts. Where were you when I was holding Rhysh Alanailen parties on board the Rat's Inquiry?" "It wasn't something I was really thinking about at the time," he said, placing his hand on my arm. I caught my breath, my heart beating solidly within my chest. "Tonni wants to be submissive, but I don't know how to do that for him." He also looked away. "I also don't think I have the right attitude for it." I smiled, reached out and touched his chin, turning his face to look at me. "You're silly, Dao." "Am I?" he asked. "I'm so... I dunno. Everyone think I'm a boy. I'm three hundred years old and people still talk at me with kid talk." "Well, you are very youthful looking. And very beautiful." "You think so?" he asked. "Hell, yes. I wanted to fuck you the first time I saw you." "Thanks," he said, blushing. "I guess. I'll remember that." "Please do," I said, smiling. "Anyway, are you making this request for Tonni that I... ?" He shook his head. "I don't think Tonni would believe you if you told him. And, he has this thing about fems..." "Misogynist?" I said, sourly. He nodded. "It's nothing you can really do anything about." "I don't know about that. Aaden was something of a misogynist before I met him. Although I've met women who knew him when he was very young, and they say he was very polite to them." "Well, Tonni would just be suspicious of you just because you like girls. He wants Aaden to do it." "Really? Did you point out to him that Aaden sleeps with girls?" "He sleeps with P'nyssa. He doesn't have sex with her," Dao pointed out carefully. "To Tonni, that would make a big deal." "My Gods, how old is he?" "Around a hundred and ninety. We don't keep track that much, either of us." I nodded. "Do you want me to talk to Aaden about it?" "Would you?" he asked, surprised. I grinned mischievously. "You heard, though, about what I did to Aaden at the first major Alanailen party on the ship, huh?" He nodded. "Don't do that to Tonni. I could take it, it wouldn't bother me at all, I don't think. But please, don't do that to him." I nodded. "Okay, Dao, you have yourself a deal." "Swak?" he said. "Huh?" I asked. "What does that mean?" "It's a Terran expression, isn't it?" "Swak?" I said aloud, rolling through my mind the four or five Terran languages I knew. There were meanings for the phoneme "swack" in two of them. Then I came across the acronym, in Anglic, that he was referring to. I grinned wide, leaned over, and gave him a hug. "No, that won't be necessary." Hugging Dao was something of a stunning realization in just how fascinating someone earnestly new can be. Even Trianna, by the time Kathy had gotten around to using me in a scene, had been so familiar to me that the essential edge of novelty had somewhat worn off. His body against mine made my chest feel tight, constricted; I felt myself wishing, willing for the right to touch him, to run my hand over his hard, white-long-furred chest. I controlled myself, resigning myself to kissing him, feeling his lips against mine, his tongue briefly touching my own. We leaned away from each other briefly. I just stared at him. He smiled sheepishly, although I think I could almost see a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "No matter what, Ken, having your attention is still an honor." I smiled tiredly. "I guess that's okay, as long as you keep the right perspective on it." "I will," he said, smiling. "At least, I'll try." "I'll talk to Aaden." "Thanks." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I rolled over in bed slowly, feeling my back complain from a day of doing nothing but sitting in a chair. P'nyssa straddled my butt and began rubbing my back slowly, easing the kinks and pains out of it. "So, is Dao as hot as he looks?" she asked, picking up the conversation. "He's wonderful," I said. "You're not jealous, are you?" "Nine hundred years and you haven't stopped asking that question. No, I'm not jealous, you know that." There was silence for a moment. "I hear a 'but.'" "Sort of," she said. "Tell me why making love to Dao would be so different from making love to Aaden." "Well, mostly it's in the newness of it. I like things that are familiar. I like when things stay mostly the same, when there aren't a lot of changes in my life. Making love to you, or to Aaden, doesn't really... well, it doesn't really excite me so much as it reassures me. I hope that doesn't sound bad." "Just go on," she said, working her way down my lower back. "I mean, when I hold you, or see you naked, or Aaden for that matter, I feel comfortable, reassured. This is my home, my safe place. It doesn't really matter where this happens, so long as I have you. One or both of you. I get excited, I get erect, and yeah, I want to make love, but it's more a sense that all is right with my world. You make me feel that life is worth living. "But Dao is just new; he gives an edge, a sense of adventure and explorations that I don't have and don't need with you. And I don't really want." P'nyssa leaned over and kissed me behind the ear. "Thank you," she said softly. "That doesn't sound wrong, does it? That... what I said about you not exciting me?" "Uh-uh," she said, lying down and kissing my cheek. "It doesn't sound wrong at all. It sound just like how I feel. Do you know what's funny, Ken? Just hugging Aaden makes me feel that way, too." "We really work, don't we?" I asked her. "We really do. All three of us. It's amazing," she said, her fingers finding my soft penis and stroking it insistently. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like a little of that familiarity inside me." "It's all yours," I said, smiling at her. She slowly pushed me over onto my back, my erection standing straight up into the air under her guiding hand. My back felt much better from her wonderful ministrations, and as she straddled my hips I smiled up at her and ran my hands over her soft breasts, feeling the rich blue fur slide under my fingers. She slid herself down over me, taking all the weight she could off her legs and sitting down fully on my cock. P'nyssa's vaginal barrel is shorter than average, and my cock is just a little longer than average. The combination presses the head of penis up against her cervix very snugly when she takes the full length like that. She gasped hard and slowly slid herself up a fraction. "Hurt?" I asked. She nodded. "It's a good hurt," she smiled. I laughed and tweaked her nipples playfully. She squealed. "Don't do that!" she said, smiling. I pushed up with my cock, making her gasp with surprise. "Familiar," I said, "down to those 'thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to.'" She leaned over and kissed me. "You and your Shakespeare." We began to move in synch, her hips meeting mine on every thrust. As we made love, I found myself feeling more aroused than usual. I think I surprised P'nyssa with my Felinzi-taught growls as I reached up and grabbed her by the buttocks, in one smooth move turning us over so she was lying on her back on the mattress. I felt aggressive, almost attacking, as we made love. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open and gasping for breath. A spasm ran through her, making her cunt grip me tighter, then she loosened, then tightened again. I gasped as my cock broke free of her grip; I was pounding her, fucking this gorgeous blue-furred and yellow- eyed female I'd been living with for nearly a thousand years, and as her eyes became the sum total of all I could see, all I could pay attention to, I dropped down and screamed her name into her shoulder, muffling my shout so as not to wake up Sheja sleeping just across the hallway. With a few more, less powerful thrusts, I shot the remainder of my come into her, whimpering softly with release. Then I slowly pushed myself back up to look down at her. "Oh, P'nyssa, I love you." She laughed. "Oh, Ken, I love you so much. I've never doubted it." "I lied, by the way," I said, rolling over to my side. "You still excite me. A lot." She nodded. "But it's different." "Yeah." "Are you two done? Some people have to get up tomorrow!" a new, female voice from across the tent shouted. P'nyssa whispered in my ear. "And they say 2 is a terrible age. They never mention how difficult the twelves can be." I laughed. "Remind me to talk to Aaden tomorrow." "I will. If he's around." "Either way," I said. We snuggled down to sleep. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Days Before Journal Entry 292 / 00000 Mettare 00000 "You're showing signs of obsession," Fawn observed calmly. "You mean, I've never shown signs of obsession before?" I asked, leaning back in the leather armchair that dominated my office. "Fawn, if we're right I'm going to spend most of eternity with plenty of company, but today is my thirtieth birthday and I haven't seen another human face in nearly four years. I'm lucky I haven't gone crazy." "Your dedication to your self-proclaimed project is impressive. I don't understand why you have a need now for company, and I don't understand why you want this particular woman." "One, because she's female. I would hardly get along so well with another man, Fawn. Two, because if the legends are right she has exactly the resources I need. And three, because I feel sorry for her. Is the last one okay with you, miss AI? Abused, battered, raped and abandoned... you think I'm not supposed to feel sorry for her? By the way, how's my ancient Greek?" Fawn paused. If she could sigh, I swear I would have heard one right then, but Fawn is relatively bereft of sentimental emotions. "Your Greek is fine. It had better be with the way I've been teaching you. I have the location you want in all seven coordinates." "Thank you, Fawn." I turned the chair around and headed down to the hanger bay, where Fawn sat waiting in the Destiny. How she moved around like that was beyond me; even more beyond me was why she moved at all. Just hook a data coupling to her and she was happy; why she drew no power was another of those things I had long ago decided not to question. She did what I wanted. Pendor! I could open up the skylights and watch it spinning, illuminated by the only star in this tiny, pocket universe. According to Fawn, this universe hadn't even existed until we came here; the introduction of four photons moving at odd angles to one another defined the new space. With the dumping of our G7 (previously G8) star here, the universe was now expanding as a sphere, at three hundred thousand kilometers every second. I don't even know where the word came from; everything else I made a conscious effort to name but where the word 'Pendor' came from was beyond me. As I passed through the observatory I looked out onto the silently turning ring, complete with land, water, and air... and still lifeless. And this mineral-heavy rock that my operational base sat on, once a tectonically stable planet in its own right until Fawn and I had mined it clean for its internal resources, slowly orbited the star 'Pin' inside the orbit of the ring. I couldn't help it; just looking at it, only one-third complete but still an incredible achievement of imagination and engineering, brought tears to my eyes. The shuttlecraft 'Destiny' and it's sister ship 'Density' sat side- by-side in the enclosed bay. I climbed into the first one and sat down in the pilot's chair, taking a few moments to refamiliarize myself with the controls. "Ready, Fawn." The airlock opened slowly, and with a gentle turn of the auto-Z dial we rose above the equally airless surface of Ops. "I'm ready for the transition," Fawn announced. "Then do it." Like blinking my eyes, I was suddenly staring out the front viewport at a sky full of stars. "Terra is to plus-x, minus-z. To your left and below, in other words. As always, we have no telemetry," Fawn announced. "Gotcha," I said. Banking with a slight roll, I looked down and located the islands of what would someday be known as Greece. "Can you give me an illustration of Ida on a map, Fawn?" "Right there," Fawn announced. "Screen three." I glanced up and over at the screen she indicated, looking at the map. "Give me an approach to Ida then, and let's take her in." "Approach plotted. How's that?" I glanced at the display. "Perfect," I said. I rolled back to a planar attitude and pitched forward, firing the engines. "We're going down." Twenty minutes later the counter-gravitics were stirring up the water off the coast of the island of Ida. Outside the window I could see the island itself, a long, sloping hillock of bright green grass, slowly emerging from the ocean. Further up the side of the hill I could see a treeline, and then it seemed to drop out of sight. "Looks like the kind of place I'd like to retire to someday," I joked. "Beautiful country, though." Fawn scanned the horizon carefully, watching for ships, observers on the island, anything. "We're looking for 'the caves off the rocky coast of Ida,'" I said. "That implies it might not actually be on Ida itself." "I know," I growled. "Don't remind me." "I have a geological construction that might be 'The Caves of Ida." "I hear a 'but.'" "You can't reach them without going for a swim." "Break out the SCUBA gear," I chuckled. "That's not too hard." "I'm powering up a drone in case you need help." "I won't need help," I insisted. "What's the water like?" "Seventy-four degrees Fahrenheit," she said. "Amazingly warm for this clime." "Would you recommend a wet suit?" "Only the very lightest," Fawn replied. "Soft neoprene would be fine." "Got it," I said, jumping into the back compartment. "Head as well?" "Not important," Fawn replied. "And the visibility underwater seems to be optimal." "Lack of pollution," I said, pulling the jacket closed and zippering up. "How close are we?" "I've moved us to just at the opening of the caves and am about to set us down on the water." An accompanying 'boom' acknowledged that we had 'landed.' "We don't have a moonpool, Ken, so I recommend you go out the top hatch and jump in." "What's the depth?" "Where we are? Ten meters. No threatening life forms." "Thank you," I said, stuffing some extra hardware into a waterproof pack and sealing up. After assembling the tanks and regulator and assuring that I had a good supply, I said, "Ready?" "Be careful, Kennet." "I'll be fine, Fawn. I'll be back before you know it. And I have my telemetry and radio rig." "You know I'll be watching." "I know." I climbed up the ladder and up onto the slowly rocking roof of the shuttlecraft. Looking around, first without my mask, I breathed in the warm, clean air. "Terra, pristine and clear." I saw some birds flying on the island nearby, and laughed. One thing we will never get rid of, though, is the damned seagulls. I gave beautiful Ida one last glance before jumping into the water. I always see this bright red button in my imagination when I do things like that, with a finger poised over it. The button is labeled 'COMMIT.' The splash surrounded me and bubbles followed me down as I kicked and regained control. Clearing my head, I looked around for the opening of the caves Fawn had indicated. I could see for miles; visibility was incredible. After I found the opening, I eased myself into it. I started to feel anxious; I knew of too many people who had died cavediving, running out of air and slowly strangling to death. The idea made me shiver. I knew, though, that if Fawn had the slightest idea I was in trouble she would send an army of drones down here to blast their way to me and rescue me. Flashlight in hand, I made my way through what seemed to be a deliberately if roughly hewn passageway. After what seemed like forever (a glance at my watch told me fifteen minutes), I started to notice more light around me. I stopped for a minute, turning off the flashlight and waiting for my eyes to adjust. After a while I felt secure enough to move on, making my way on just the bioluminescence around me. The light brightened appreciably after a moment, and I looked up. Through the water I could see what looked like a dome of light, and I decided that, if this wasn't the place, I had to at least be close. I surfaced. A cliche', I mused, looking around. A small grotto, filled with air and covered is glowing mosses. The air had a stale taste to it, and a strange smell, like fresh bread. Except for the lack of a rock in the center of the pool, this might have been the place Bilbo and Gollum had their famous duel of riddles. I took my mask, fins, and rig off and found a place for them on the shore. Hopping up onto the beach strewn with black and grey stones, I looked around, that odd bread smell nagging me. Then an old line from a song by The Who ran through my mind, and I scrabbled for my radio. "Fawn," I said. "Can you hear me?" "Clearly," came her voice over the radio. "I'm fine. I'm going to need you to send me the drone with a medical support kit two, with as much glucose and water as you can possibly get it to carry." "On its way." I hummed the song that had come to mind, "Cache', Cache'," looking for my perspective target. She had to be here somewhere. "Waking up cold to the smell of bread," I said aloud, still searching. I found her. Comatose, I found her lying against a large boulder at the far end of the pool from where I had come up. Her hair was matted and bedraggled; insects crawled over her body. She wore a rotted tunic that barely covered her shoulders and apparently reached down to cover her knees when she stood. Even through the ruin, though, I could see what had once been a very beautiful woman. I checked for heartbeat, pulse, breathing. There was some. With my flashlight I checked her eyes; they still contracted under contact from light. There was still a chance. A pool of water had collected around her, and that worried me. The drone erupted from the water in a sheaf of bubbles and a slight spray. Behind it was a large bag filled with the medical supplies I had requested. "Fawn, will these things even work on her?" "I have no idea," the AI replied. "Great," I said. I tapped her arm at the elbow, trying to get a vein to stand up. I felt relieved when I found one. Fitting the IV quickly, I rigged the stand up overhead and began a fast drip of water and glucose into her arm. One of my medical teachers once told me that starvation and dehydration were among her favorite things to treat, because, as she said, "You fit an IV into their arm and they're up an running like nothing ever happened. The family thinks it's a miracle." My patient didn't come around so easily. I fretted over her for nearly an hour, feeling better as her heartbeat appeared to get stronger, and her eyes started moving again, albeit under their lids. "Sleep?" I asked Fawn. "How should I know? Could you rig me some telemetry maybe?" "Oh, sorry," I said. "Don't bother," Fawn replied. "To accurately determine a sleep state I'd need either visual confirmation or EEG, neither of which you have the hardware for." "If you say so." "It's all I can say right now." "Thanks," I said grumpily. I waited further. At least I felt now that goddesses responded to intravenous feeding. Or hoped they did. She did seem to be getting better, a pink glow returning to her cheeks. She still seemed more pale than was healthy. It occurred to me that I hadn't even thought to question that the woman before me was brilliantly Caucasian. Blond, loosely curled hair with just a touch of golden-red to it framed a rounded face now made haggard by her self-inflicted wasting. I had my back to her, putting some of my gear away (I had recently developed a bit of a neatness complex. I have no idea why.), when I heard a small whimper, then a cough. I turned around quickly. "Hey," I breathed. "Calm down. Everything is fine." She coughed. I winced; that didn't sound good. "Who," she said, her voice rasping, "Who are you?" I smiled. "My name is Kennet." She coughed again. "My arms... they hurt." "I'm putting medicine into you." She looked down. "That's... that's not possible yet." I smiled. "You really do know medicine, don't you?" "Feeding someone through their veins... we have no medicine for that. Apollo said it was silly to teach me because nobody I knew would ever be able to do that." "Apollo, huh?" I said, grinning. "You don't believe in the gods?" she asked, her voice cracking and sometimes collapsing into a whisper. "Let's just say I might be one, and having been one, I'm not impressed." She watched me curiously. "Where are you from?" she asked. "How did you find me?" "Where I am from," I said softly, "Is difficult to say. I am from an airless, waterless ball of rock that floats near another star. I am from the future, and have not been born yet." She looked at me with no comprehension. "You are a god." "No," I said, shaking my head. "I can't take that from you, Oenone." "You do know my name, then." I nodded. "I came looking for you." "Why?" she asked, surprised. "Oenone, I will not be born for two thousand years. One thousand years from now, barbarians will come and destroy a library in Persia, a library containing the greatest writings, the highest record of these islands and their learnings. Your legends will burn, and only echoes of who you are will reach my ears. You are mentioned only in the glossing, Oenone, as the wife of Paris before he became important. "Yet, enough of your story survives to tear my heart from my chest. Oenone, I cannot undo the wrongs that have been done to you, but I want to take you away from this world. I have a dream that I want you to help me fulfill. I will be honest with you-- I want you there for your skills and powers, I want to use you for my goal." She looked away. "I cannot. Please..." "Oenone, please. Let me convince you my goal is worthwhile. Let me show how much I want you there. I..." I reached out to touch her cheek. "I think you're very beautiful." "Not so beautiful to hold him to me," she whispered. She looked up, snarling, "If you want beauty, go seek Helen." "Helen pales compared to you, Oenone. She is like mead; one cannot survive on mead, no matter how light and sweet it may be. One requires real food. Of all the women in Paris' life, who was true to him? You were. And did he reward you? He spurned you, is responsible for Korythus' death, and turned to you only because he needed you to heal him." "That is no less than what you want. You said you need me. You want to use me. Are you better than Paris again?" "No," I said sadly. "I cannot be better than Paris. I cannot measure up to the man Zeus called 'The most beautiful man in the world.' And I cannot promise you what they call 'faithfulness' here, because that won't be the faithfulness in my world." She looked at me; the IV was doing its job well, because her eyes had cleared and she looked me over with intent. "Tell me your dream." I laid it out before her, weaving with words that sometimes had no meaning to her, my entire dream of Pendor, of the people I wanted to live my life with, of the peace I wanted to know. Of the difficulties. And of the powers of a goddess who was born with the power to make the waters do her bidding, and who had learned medicine and prophecy beyond those, and of what she could do for me. Talking like that makes me enthusiastic, rhapsodic. She looked up at me, reaching up with a hand. "Kennet, you will take me away from this place?" I kneeled down in front of her, brushing a lock of her hair away from her face. "Oenone, daughter of Oenus, I will take you to a place where a century of peace will let you forget Paris and Helen and Ida and Troy, and when you again hear of Terra it will be millennia removed from this age. Troy will be swallowed in a sea of sand, and teachers will dig over those sands for their amusement." She looked up. "Take me there." "I warn you. The beginning is not going to be easy." "I do not want easy. I do not want to die, and nothing here holds me to life. Perhaps you will have something that does." I smiled. "Thank you, Oenone. I can never repay you for your first simple 'Yes.'" She scowled. "You will find a way. Where is your vessel?" "Outside these caves. Come on." I gave the drone the medical bag, and we followed it out, picking our way through the rocky passageway. Emerging into the sunlight, I blinked, looking back and making sure that Oenone was still following me. As I surfaced, blinking yet again, I spotted the Destiny a few hundred meters away and began swimming for it. She followed. The drone was already clambering up the ladder when I got there, and Oenone followed close behind. "This is your vessel?" she asked suspiciously. "This is my ship, yes." "It does not look much like a ship." She bobbed in the water, looking healthier by the second. Maybe it was the sunlight. "It is, trust me. Come on." I made my way up the ladder. At the top, however, a pair of feet grabbed my attention. I looked up along the legs attached to those feet, and finally took in the sight of a large, powerful-seeming woman standing over me. "Come up, little godling. We have something to discuss." I blinked. "Excuse me?" "Come here first." "I think you'd better do what she says, Ken," Fawn's voice came from an external speaker. "She's got me pretty frozen." Concerned about the kind of power that could 'freeze' Fawn, I made my way up to the roof of the Destiny, as the woman made room for me. As Oenone reached the top of the ladder, "Reah!" "Oenone," the woman now identified as "Reah" acknowledged. "Are you well?" "I am, Great Mother." At least five centimeters taller than I, this woman with dark and curly hair, her arms crossed in front of her, a long blue tunic flowing out behind her without wind radiated such a sense of power that I felt myself compelled to admit that maybe, just maybe, I was dealing with an honest 'god' of some sort. Or, at least, a power I didn't have at my beck and call. "Now then, little godling, do you know who I am?" I thought for a second, trying to remember who Reah was. "The Titan Reah, mother of Zeus." She smiled. "You are correct. You are threatening to take one of my children offworld without her knowing the full import of her acts." "Reah, she's going to die if I don't." "Maybe that is her destiny." "Really?" I said. "Is that what your prophecy says, Reah?" I pointed to Oenone. "Is the skill you gave her so small you can't tell? That is your particular skill, isn't it, Reah? Prophecy?" "Do not meddle with me, Kennet Shardik. I have learned much about you from your meddlesome clockwork." I grinned. 'Clockwork' was anachronistic for Reah; she shouldn't have known it as a word. 'Clocks' didn't exist in ancient Greece. "I asked her to come of her own free will, and she does so with what knowledge I have given her. Is that so wrong? Did I lie to her?" "We are not meant for the stars." "I've been there, Reah. I've been there and back. Oenone wishes to get away from this little ball of rock. Mine is much less prettier right now, but that will change with time. She can help me. Tell me, Reah, how much of your pantheon is built on use? How much of life is built on how 'useful' Artemis is, or Eris, or yourself? Can't Oenone offer something just as useful, just as beautiful, to my world and my people as you do to yours?" Reah seemed thoughtful. She looked over at Oenone, then crossed the deck to lift Oenone's face up to look at her. Something passed between them, but if I could find words to express it I would. It was simply ineffable. Then she turned to me. "Kennet Shardik, I am warning you. I taught Oenone one-third of her skills out of love. She is a child of mine. My grandson abused her body, and a man my son admired abused her spirit and her love. She has nothing that is unbruised. So listen, young godling. Your powers are vast, vaster even then my whole pantheon, because they are backed by your dream, a plan so audacious there is no mind in this era that could hold it. I wish you good work, and I hope you find Oenone useful to you and she find your ways useful to herself. But if you harm her in any way, I will reach across the centuries and the stars to strangle the life out of you with my own hands." I gulped as the sun itself seemed to dim against her promise. Finally I nodded. "I understand." Her hand brushed my cheek, and my whole body lit up as if on fire. "Do not be afraid. You are a good man, Kennet Shardik." "I hope so, Reah." "Go, both of you." I clambered down into the Destiny, Oenone following behind me anxiously. "Close upper hatch," I said the moment she was clear. "Closing. That was truly Reah!" "Yes it was," I said. "Or at least, an amazing simulation. Let's get out of here." "I have full power." "Hold on," I said. "We'll strap in. Oenone, sit in that chair." The rather confused little nymph sat down in her chair timidly, looking surprisingly fetching in what seemed a fully-healed state, but her dress torn and tattered, exposing much of her body to my eyes. I reached over to her and helped her buckle in. "Safety first," I said. She smiled at me wanly. "Full power, Fawn." The ship lifted nose-first from the water, and then with a powerful kick we were skyborne. I looked over at Oenone. Her face was one of sheer terror. "Celebren!" she gasped. I grinned and paid attention to flying. "Transition in ten seconds," Fawn announced. I nodded as the countdown continued. When it reached "now" the sky blanked and suddenly we were over Ops. "We're ready for the landing," I announced. "Copy," Fawn replied. "Landing," I said. "Home again, home again, jiggety-jig." I laughed softly as the shuttlecraft was once again pulled below the surface of Ops and the doors closed over us. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "It's all so much!" Oenone said with a gleeful giggle as she dove into the beautiful pool of waters that stretched out in front of us. "I do not believe how much power I have had here!" "Millions of years have been compressed for us by traveling forward," I said, sitting by the edge of the pool as she swam naked through the waters. "You and I, we have only watched six years, Oenone, but for Pendor, millions have slid by as Fawn has pulled us along, stopping as I order to make sure that life is taking the path I most intend for it to take. The azzies keep the process moving forward while culling those lines that might compete eventually with my plans." She swam over to me and folded her arms over the rock I sat upon, holding her head out of the water. "Centaurs first?" "I've already begun work on them," I said. "I've even chosen the field where they will be released." She frowned slightly and then disappeared under the water. Knowing full well she could hear me, I said "Something wrong?" "I do not want... visitors." "They're not visitors. They're going to be my children, Oenone. They're going to be the people I bring up into the world. Reah called me a godling, and I'm going to prove her right. I'm going to create a life where there was none." She walked out of the pool and sat down next to me, her limpid curls dripping with water. She touched my cheek gently, her fingers cool. "I have had the most peaceful six years of my life here. I have been allowed to be alone, and to be at peace. I have left my old life behind, Kennet, and all for you." "I couldn't have reached this," I said, gesturing around, "If you hadn't been there at the start. The power you wield when nobody limits you is unbelievable, I agree." "That does not matter," she whispered. "I did as you asked, and you did as I asked. There is no bargain between us anymore. I have no right to ask you to cut your dream short because I like Pendor the way it is now, alone, pristine, unmolested." "And I won't do it anyway," I said firmly. "Forgive me for being imperious, but on that I am adamant. You will not get me to give up the gene tanks." "I did not think so," she smiled. "Can you... Can I ask you a favor?" "What?" "Find me a place where I will not be bothered." I nodded. "How about on Pandora?" "Anywhere," she said. "On Pendor, Pandora... just, somewhere silent, pleasant. I do not want to be here when the Centaurs are decanted. I want to be far away, where I can forget." "Do you want the library?" She smiled. "Yes, I would like a copy of the library." "You know what that means, don't you?" "If ever an age comes when Pendor falls, I will have some responsibility for putting it all back together again," she replied. "I am prepared for that eventuality. And, I trust you, Kennet. Pendor will not fall." "Is that hope or prophecy?" "I will not say," she said, smiling at me, then diving back into the water. I hauled out the little folding terminal I carried around nowadays and waited for the connection to solidify. After a few minutes, I located a clump of isolated islands on Pandora with good weather. I ordered that the five nearest Shipping SDisks be removed from around those islands, that one of the moderate-sized islands on the outskirts of that clump be selected as a construction site, and that a robot team head there the second one was free. I spent about an hour working up site characteristics and construction, and when I was done I had something that was more Roman in outlay, but I retained the Classic Greek construction, as near as possible. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "You have pitched a tent?" she asked, looking at the unlikely construction that reigned over much of the meadow. "And you have brought those awful machines." "They're sleeping," I said. "In a few days, the Centaur are going to wake up under this shape. It's up to them what they do next; hopefully, they'll learn that if they want to live in something other than this, they'll have to build it themselves. Halloran will only teach them; they will have to do with what they learn. That's why I built such powerful curiosity into them." "I came to thank you," she said. "You're leaving, then?" She nodded slowly. "I am going to my home on Pandora to stay this time. I have learned, from you, that I have much to do with myself before I want to face the world. I have hated enemies to forget, and to bury. And I have to learn that I can never love you." "Oenone!" She shook her head. "No," she said. "Do not disagree with me, Kennet. I can never possess you the way I want to. You are destined for different loves and a different life." I listened intently. What she said next angered me, though. "I was merely a tool to you, I know." I reached out and seized her arm. "Listen to me, Oenone. I love you. Do you understand that? I don't ever want to think of myself as someone who just uses people and then throws them away. I love you. I can never give you myself, alone; I am too much inclined to share, and too much life in which to do all that sharing. But you've given me every reason to respect and treasure you, and none to hate you. You're so incredibly beautiful that I can understand Apollo's losing control of himself." I realized what I had just said and released her arm, looking away. "I'm sorry." Her hand touched my shoulder gently. "Kennet, if you were to ravish me, I would cry your name with pleasure while it happened. It takes a strong man to be what you are." I turned and looked into her face. "Oenone, what kind of strength does it take to admit that I'm a coward?" "Coward?" she laughed. "Cowards do not confront cowardice, Ken. You are an honorable and gentle man, Kennet." Her hand slipped down the front of my shirt, and then I felt her warm breasts pressed against my back through the soft flannel of my shirt. "I wish you would accept one night with me before we go our separate ways." "Destiny, here, now," I said. The small shuttlecraft appeared in front of us. I turned, swept Oenone off her feet and boarded it. "Her place." The shuttlecraft literally teleported itself until we were on the beach of her home. The sun was brilliant outside, and I ran, still carrying her, together into the sunlit Atrium with it's brilliantly clear and beautiful pool of polished black-and-white marble and the tunnel leading out into the ocean. Two dolphins swam back and forth casually, surprised by sudden shouts of glee as two humans leapt in with them. Oenone dissolved in my arms, only to reappear behind me, her body pressed against mine in all the right places. "My liege, I do love thee," she whispered. "My lady, I love you as well," I said, turning in her grasp to hold her close and kiss her throat, the curve of her jaw, the pure paleness of her cheek, and her bright red lips. "You turned me into a full-fledged goddess," Oenone whispered. "I am everything my grandfather was, and maybe even more. I can become a wave, or a droplet, or a woman, or an eagle." "And you turned me from an engineer into a father. How can I ever forget that?" She laughed. "You will never have to." As I tread water, she again dissolved away. Damn, I hate when she does that; it's frightening. Then she reappeared and dove under the water, head-first for my manhood, taking it into her mouth and closing down. I gasped hard, unbelieving at the warmth. She slid along the length of my erection, making me harder than I had ever been in my life. I wanted to reach down and grab her hair, but I was afraid she might drown. "Grab, then," her voice whispered in my ear, and I laughed; as if I could drown the Goddess of the Oceans of Pendor. I reached down and seized her hair, just holding her while I felt her mouth work its magic about my erection, feeling her tongue caressing my manhood and her teeth just lightly grazing the underside. Her hair was silky between my fingers and I exercised my legs to stay floating with my head above the water. Her hands grasped my buttocks, and slowly her fingers crept closer to my anus, massaging it in tiny circles. I objected a little; I didn't enjoy that kind of stimulation. But she didn't stop, and I didn't want to press it as she just lightly massaged around and around the tight ring of flesh. Surprisingly, it felt good. Her hand slid down to play with my testicles, scratching along them, even underwater, with her long fingernails. She surfaced, and the rush of cold water around my thighs made whatever gains in rigidity go away almost instantly. "Did you like?" "Oh, Oenone," I said, swimming for the steps, "Come here and I'll show you how much I liked it." She swam towards me in the more conventional fashion, the way we humans are known to do. I grabbed her by the waist and hauled her out of the water, spreading her legs with my hands. Her feet dangled in the water, and her sex was splayed open for me. The flesh was pink and full, covered in the lightest wisps of golden pubic hair that hid nothing at all. I leaned down and kissed her mound softly, tasting her full-fleshed outer lips as she moaned with bright passion. "Oh, Gods, Kennet..." I kissed her vulva, parting her open and tasting her juices that ran so clear and fine only a goddess could have had them. I found her pleasure center and licked her teasingly, licking at the thin, inner labia. She wrapped her legs around my shoulders and pulled me close, wrapping her fingers through my long hair, which I suppose would have been fair if I could have breathed water just as easily as she had. As it was, I was breathing through my nose and desperately hoping she didn't pull to hard on my hair. Not that I objected too strongly to this. Her legs unwrapped from around my shoulders and she sat up, slowly pushing me back with one hand on my chest. "Kennet... please, love me. Like a man and a woman should." I smiled and stood up on the steps, my erection standing out fully in front of me. I reached down and grabbed her buttocks with both hands. She grabbed my shoulders and in one smooth move the two of us met, my manhood plunging into her without a chance of mis-aim. We joined together at the hip, she and I, as she wrapped her legs around my back. "I love you," I whispered. "And I thee," she whispered back. We giggled gently as I began to stroke within her. She pulled herself up on her arms, holding us close together as we made love, our bodied pitching back and forth on the edge of her water-filled home. The dolphins watched us with curiosity, and once, when we paused, we both turned to look and splash at them. I felt my urgency rise. I slowed down; I wanted this to last. It wasn't fair to my Goddess if this all ended too soon. Her mouth was open and pressed to my shoulder, dropping hot kisses along my arm. I gathered her in my arms as I looked down, watching our joining, then glanced up into her face. She smiled; I kissed her smile as I climaxed, moaning against her mouth and tongue. With just as much passion she seemed to moan a reply. "Gods, Oenone," I said, leaning back and away from her. She smiled as we slowly released each other so that she again lay on her back against the cool marble of the poolside, and I slid out of her and into the cool water. She slid in with me, her soft golden curls following her as she shook her head. "I love you, my lord," she whispered. "I understand you." I smiled wide, unable to control it. Tears lifted in my eyes. "My Gods, Oenone. Nobody understand me. Least of all myself." "I understand you enough," she replied. I settled down onto the steps leading into the pool and she settled herself into my warm lap. "I know what you want, and I know you will never lie to me to get it. I have never been able to ask that of anyone, and now that I understand that, I know I shall want you to be my friend and my lord forever." I wiped tears from my eyes as I held her closely; she touched my cheek, taking a tear against her finger and into her mouth. "Sweet salt, without which man would not exist," she said. Then she kissed my cheek. "Such a man are you, Kennet. A hero to put even Odysseus to shame." We dined that evening on cold, cracked crabs, hot soup, and tough brown bread, drinking a dry mead and idling about a warm fire outside her home, on the beach. I talked of my dreams again and of the life burgeoning in the quiet amniotic tanks upon Pindam. We didn't talk very much; as alone as Oenone said she wanted to be, she had also often sought me out for companionship, complaining that Fawn and Halloran were boring beings. I had laughed, Fawn had "Hmph'd," and Hal had remained silent. We had said almost everything we could to each other; now her mere presence satisfied me, wordless and lovely. These crabs, the bees that had made this mead, could only have existed with both of our efforts. Power without thought is chaos; thought without power is impotent. Without Oenone, I would not have had the right kind of power, and the power I did have would have been applied without thought. I owed her everything. She took a stick of wood that she had held back and thrust it into the campfire, lighting one end of it on fire, like a torch. Then with her other hand she took mine and led me into her home. Looking back, I had just enough time to watch the beach wash up much further than natural one last time and wipe out our fire. She led me into her bedroom, a room decorated in tapestries I had had Halloran make for her, tapestries depicting her in fanciful and beautiful settings, such as one of her nuzzling a unicorn, or another of her leaning against her crookstaff. The tapestries and the rug warmed a room covered in blue-veined white marble and open to the sky. Tonight the weather promised to behave, although if it didn't the cover could be drawn with a single string, or a word from the owner. Four slit windows provided more ventilation. One wall was less covered than the others; it had to make room for a huge fireplace framed with black marble. Above it a tapestry that was more a banner than anything else hung, depicting the symbol of Pendor, an elliptical ring with an eight-pointed star in the center. Oenone tossed her torch into the fireplace, and it lit; although the night had not been very cool, she apparently felt a fire was necessary. Then she pushed me towards the bed with one word. "Undress." I complied, pulling off my shirt and disposing of my pants quickly. She walked towards me, pulling my face up to look into her eyes. "My beloved Kennet Shardik. Do you know how precious you are to me? If I never leave this place in ten centuries, I want you to promise me you will visit me." I felt a wave wash over me inside, looking into her beautiful face. "I promise you, Oenone, I'll visit you. I don't know how often, but visit you I will. If only to remember how special you are to me." She smiled. "Stand," she said, "and remove my tunic." I stood, slowly gathering her tunic about her waist. I pulled it up and over her head, the silken blue cloth falling without a sound to the floor. I glanced at her right bicep where a gold circlet wound three times about her arm, and brushed my fingers along it gently. "You're far more beautiful now then when I first met you." "I was something of a waste when you found me, Kennet." "I know," I replied, pressing my palms to her cheeks and cupping her chin in my hands. I pulled her close to me and kissed her, her eyes closing. We kissed passionately, lovingly; I pressed my tongue to her lips and her tongue slithered out to touch mine, wrestling. We slowly fell towards the bed; I lost my grip and we tumbled apart, both of us laughing. She was quicker, straddling me first and looking down at me with a light in her eyes. She slid forward until her sex hovered just before my eyes, and then she parted her legs and lowered herself to my mouth. I kissed at the insides of her thighs, tasting her sweetly clean skin before turning my head to face her sex, digging deep between her lips to take in the wetness dripping from her. I chuckled softly; Water Goddesses should be wet, I supposed. I pressed my chin against her perineum and licked at her clitoris with my eyes open, looking up along the beautiful length of her body, between her full breasts to see her staring down at me, her mouth smiling. "You are so good at that." I didn't answer, instead nibbling at her labia while trying, again without success, to control my smile. It's not that I don't like smiling; it's just that I had better uses at the moment for the muscles in my mouth without my grinning like an idiot. Especially since Oenone could only see the pleasure I was experiencing in my eyes. Her sex was flowing, and I actually had to swallow her fluids, happily too. She cooed softly and the cords in her legs became visible as tension mounted in her body. As I licked her clitoris harder the orgasmic tension suddenly sprang from her in loud, gasping moans, her head tossed back to shout "Kennet!" as she came. The spasms subsided and I let my head fall back to the pillow. "Oenone?" I asked, looking up. "I told you I would cry out your name with pleasure." "But I'm not ravishing you," I said, smiling. She reached down behind herself; I felt the tips of her fingers touch my erection. "You are hard as coral, Ken. Why don't you?" "You used a contraction," I said, suddenly distracted. "I did?" she smiled. I slipped out from underneath her; my feet had been dangling well off the edge of the bed as I had licked her, and I easily found myself standing again behind her kneeling form. Before she could turn around I mischievously placed my hands against her shoulders and pushed her face down onto the bed. "Whoops!" I said. She gasped as we fell, and then giggled. "What are you going to do with me, my lord?" I seized an ankle and turned her over. She turned with me, and with one hand on each ankle I pulled her legs apart, exposing her sex like a glistening pink flower. "Ravish you," I said as I crawled onto the bed and slid myself into her, my hips pressing down upon her spread thighs. She opened her legs further. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them down to the bed with my hands. "You want to be ravished, Oenone?" "Oh, Kennet," she gasped as I laid my violent hands upon her, plundering her sex with my manhood. "Kennet!" "Cry my name, Oenone," I growled, thrusting into her harder, pushing deeper within her. She gasped as I smiled down at her. "Ken," she breathed. "Ken!" she cried. "Yes, Ken, please!" I possessed her, my hands gripping her wrists tightly, holding her in place, making demands of her that her body gave back willingly. Her breasts heaved with every cry of my name, with every gasp of pleasure, with every desire for more. Our earlier play in the pool rewarded me now with a slowed response, and as I took her she took from me as well, and when my climax struck me like a wall of water she still cried my name as I screamed hers... and then I collapsed upon her. "Oh, Ken," she gasped. I had somewhere released her wrists, and she wrapped her arms around my back, slowly turning us onto our sides. "Oenone," I murmured. I raised my hand and pushed a lock of hair away from her face. "You are so beautiful." She smiled. "You are still a man," she said. "You are tired." "Food and lovemaking sort of have that effect on me." "In that you are just like other men," she said, stroking my chest with her fingers. "I do understand you." "I'm glad someone does." "Would you like to sleep now?" I nodded. She smiled back, and almost instantly I was asleep. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- When dawn came I was still tucked quietly between the sheets of her bed; the roof had been opened, and light streamed in from the sun coming over the horizon. I turned slowly and looked, seeing Oenone sleeping peacefully beside me. Looking around, I eased myself out of bed and, stark naked, made my way to the beach where the Destiny lay parked. I reached up into one of the cupboards and pulled out a clean and dry set of clothing. "Good morning," Fawn said cheerily. "Hiya, Fawn," I replied. "Ken?" she asked quietly. The tone of her voice sent a chill up my spine. "Yes, Fawn?" "It's time for me to go. We agreed." I closed my eyes and sighed, looking down at the clothes I was wearing. Blue jeans, a flannel shirt of red and black checks, yellow leather boots with yellow laces. I looked in the mirror; a little older, perhaps, than I had looked ten years ago, even with the immortality sequences installed. I was even unshaven. "When?" "As soon as we can." "Back to Pindam then." The Destiny was instantly back in Pindam, and next to it and The Density lay an old Pontiac '84 station wagon. Fawn transported herself into it while my back was turned. I sighed, walking out to the station wagon and getting behind the steering wheel. "I wonder if I remember how to drive one of these things." "You don't have to," Fawn replied. "Ready?" I cursed softly. "Yeah, I'm ready." I blinked; we were again on the campus of the State University of New York. "Morrow Hall is right over there," Fawn said. I nodded, looking out the front windshield. "Campus doesn't open until tomorrow; someone walking with a large trunk will hardly be noticed." I got out, blinking up into the hot late-summer sun. Young men and women preparing for college milled about me. I slammed the car door shut, walked around to the back and opened up the tailgate, pulling out the large, black trunk. It was lighter than it should have been; more of Fawn's doing. I walked across the poorly-tended grass to the whitewashed building, trimmed in red. The second 'r' in 'Morrow' was tilted slightly, as if it was about to fall off. I stepped into the overhang and climbed the stairs, taking a right. A young blond man held the door for me as I stepped through, and I thanked him, remembering to speak current English. The first door on the left had been mine. I knocked. The face that answered the door made me smile. "Who is it?" he asked, looking up at me. "Oh, my God..." "Hello, Ken. Would you let me in?" "Who are you?" I bullied my way into his room and closed the door behind me. "Would you believe, I might be you?" The room was a disaster; four two-liter bottles of Coke, one half-drained, another unopened, sat on his desk besides an ancient computer. Several copies of Playboy lay strewn about the floor, and the place obviously hadn't been swept in weeks. I knew if I opened up the closet his laundry would physically assault me for interrupting its rise to sentience. And on the bookshelf, in a cloth-bound three-ring notebook, I saw my dreams and fantasies as they had once been a decade ago. He sat back on the edge of his bed, unmade of course, and said "I might believe it." "It doesn't matter what you believe, anyway," I said, smiling. "I've come to give you something." "What's that?" "What's in the trunk," I said, pointing. "Okay, so, what's in the trunk?" "You'll find out in about ten minutes." I turned the knob on the door. "Wait!" "I can't," I replied. "I promised I wouldn't." "But... but... I don't understand." "Neither did I." I closed the door behind me. Quickly, I made my way down the stairs. By the time I got to the bottom step I was running for the car. I slid in behind the driver's column just in time to see him running down the stairs. "Perfect timing," I replied. The universe blinked out again, to be replaced by the inside of the Pindam hanger, and then a soft "pooh" of sound told me that Fawn had left my life... forever. She had promises to keep, but I didn't think I would ever actually meet her again, not in this lifetime. "Hello, Ken," Halloran said quietly as I closed the door to the station wagon. "Hello, Hal," I replied. "How's Paul Lewis coming?" "He's ready for decanting right now." "How long before dawn at the decanting site?" "Four hours. Decanting will take five and a half, I estimate. Consciousness would occur around seven hours from now." I walked down to the lab control room where displays revealed the status of the seventy-two surviving Centaurs. I let my eyes scan Paul's screen carefully. "Begin the decanting process. Start with the serotonin levels when you're ready to initialize the mentation processes." I thought for a moment. "Hal?" "Yes, Ken?" "You have the entire Pendor zoological databank separated from your processor-accessed memory, correct?" "Yes?" "Erase it." "Excuse me?" "Erase the Zoological Databank. And the geophysical, the geographical, and the meteorological. Call all of the weather stations around the ring sequentially; they're to operate independently until further notice, as they were designed. This world is for other people; they should explore it, and put the data in themselves. They are an AI's environment, not the other way around. Do you copy?" "It will take a while." "Do it," I ordered. I sighed and sat back in the chair, waiting for Paul to awaken, waiting for Halloran to tell me he was done. His voice interrupted me. "Ken?" "Yes, Hal?" "I've found something you probably want to look at. It was at the end of the erasure sequence, but it's marked to not be erased until you have a look at it. It's creator, according to the rec, was Fawn." "Display it, please." The screen suspended from the ceiling on my right lit up. The message was simple. "Once more into the breach, dear friend." I smiled. "Goodbye, Fawn," I whispered at the screen, wondering if she meant herself or me by saying "once more." And then I immersed myself in my work, my obsession. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Travellogue, Day 10 Journal Entry 192 / 00916 Noren, Urim 21, 00916 Nickolai awoke the next morning to find that he and Furry had switched places, and this time he was the one wrapped around her. He found it impossible to not want to touch her, and his free hand roamed delicately over her collarbone, between her breasts and along her belly. The feel of her fine, short fur under his fingers fascinated him, and he closed his eyes, actually concentrating on memorizing every curve and angle of her body by touch. His cock surged to erection as his action and imagination fed each other. He shifted a little; at it's present angle his erection was pointing downwards at an uncomfortable angle. "Nickolai?" he heard her murmur softly. He wasn't as startled as he had been that first night on Parma. "Hmm?" he asked, smiling. Being "caught" by her was nothing to feel guilty about, not anymore. "Put it in." "Like this?" "Uh-huh," she replied. With his free hand he grabbed his cock and guided it, pushing gently against her from behind. "That's it," she sighed. "I was having this wonderful dream about making love to you, and when I woke up, here you were." He smiled and pushed against her; her dream, he noticed, had made her wet, and he slid into her cunt without a pause. In the close proximity with her and under the sheets, this side-by-side position took a lot of effort to make even a simple thrust, and he found he was supporting himself up on one elbow to make the angle easier. She rolled with the suggestion, until he found himself entirely on top of her. The position was wonderfully different, as were the sensations. Her tail lay to one side, and when he pushed himself up on his arms he had what he thought was an incredibly sexy view of his cock sliding down along the cleft of her furry butt. The sight turned him on, and he thrust into her. She yowled. "Did I hurt you?" "No, Kolya, oh no. Fuck me, Kolya, fuck me hard." Not one to argue, Nickolai eased himself into a position where he could get more thrust and angle and began stroking himself in and out of her. "Yes!" she breathed. "Oh fa yes," she whimpered, "That's so good!" He had no idea what he was doing, but he wasn't going to stop doing it, slamming into her on every downstroke. His breathing was getting labored, but he wasn't noticing, instead increasing the force of every stroke. "I'm coming!" she whimpered, clawing at the bedsheets and crying out in one peal. "Don't stop," she begged. "Again, please." He didn't stop, his own orgasm rising. She was pushing back against his hips with every thrust, and when they met the clash was so strong it was almost painful. Her tail began whipping back and forth between them, and her cunt gripped him so tightly when she finally came he nearly couldn't move, but it didn't matter because he exploded inside her as she cried her pleasure a second time. They collapsed; he rolled to the side, and she rolled with him, holding his cock within her. "Oh, Kolya," she sighed. "I don't believe how good that felt." "What did I do?" he asked, still gasping for air. "I don't know. And I don't know what you were hitting, but it felt so good." She took a deep breath and said, "Remember that you owe me a second one? I want it right now." He giggled. "You've got to be kidding!" She reached behind herself and patted him on his hip. "I am, but I want to do that again, as soon as we can." "Fine by me." After a short recovery, they dressed and headed up to the rooftop and breakfast again. "Well, you two look good this morning," Shardik observed as they walked up. "Sleep well?" "Uh-huh," Furry said with a tone that indicated clearly that sleep wasn't what had put the smile on her face that morning. "I see," Shardik said. "Well, breakfast for me is melon and grapefruit juice. This is something Aaden cooked up," he announced, slicing open a large, pale orange fruit and putting each half in a bowl. "Tell me what you think. It's been a family favorite for decades now." "What is it?" "I've never really been sure. We just call it 'Aaden's Orange', and leave it at that. I know it's something they found on a llerkendi colony about a century back, but what it's really called or how difficult it should be to grow in our atmosphere, I've no idea." He smiled wide. "So tell me, what do you guys plan on doing today?" "Like yesterday, no plans," Furry replied. Nickolai had taken a taste of the fruit, and found it actually much to his liking. He dug into his breakfast enthusiastically. If Furry was going to make demands of him like she had this morning, he was going to need his strength. "Well," Shardik said, "you could always trek out to Monastery Island and see what it's all about." "How far is it?" Nickolai asked. "About three hundred meters, give or take a dozen depending on the tide," Shardik answered. "Why, were you thinking of swimming there? There is a SDisk, you know." "Is there?" Furry asked. "Where?" "Well, the SDisk from here will take you to the tide level there. So I'd recommend taking your shoes off before you go. And watch out for crabs when you land." Shardik's smile was wide and mischievous. "What do you think?" Nickolai asked. "I could bring my sketchbook," Furry replied. "You can draw?" "A little. Not people, but if you put a building or something like that in front of me, I can get a really realistic rendition in about an hour." "I'd like to see it if you do," Shardik replied. Dave interrupted, saying, "Miss Shigokai, I have taken the liberty of having your sketchbook deposited in your bedroom." "Thank you, Dave," Furry said. "Looks like I'm not going to get a choice in the matter." "You always have a choice," Shardik replied. "It's just that my friend has a habit of making assumptions sometimes." "If I have violated protocol, I apologize." "Only a little, Dave," Shardik replied. Furry and Nickolai thanked Shardik for breakfast and stopped off at the bedroom to recover her sketchbook and pencils before heading for the SDisk. "Ready?" she asked. "Let me try. Dave, take us to Monastery Island." There was a momentary blink, and his feet were wet. He looked down, found himself ankle-deep in the surf with a wave oncoming, and headed further up the beach for drier land, Furry right behind him. "Well, here we are." "One of the most mysterious places on all of Pendor," Furry said, looking around. "I wonder why?" "They say that only Shardiks and their guests ever come here. I think I'm the first Terran to set foot here since Katherine Moran." "I don't think she qualified as a Terran when she was able to visit the island, if she's ever been here," Furry pointed out. "Come on, let's go take a look around." The island was essentially a hill sticking out of the ocean, made of a hard rock surface that surged and plunged across the terrain. Evergreen trees dotted the island, much out of keeping with the tropical palms that grew inside the bowl the Castle hovered over. The one landmark on the entire island was the Monastery, a low, circular building made of rough-hewn stone with a low, coppery-green dome on top. There were two doors, one each on opposite sides of the building, and six windows, evenly spaced with the doors. "Do you think it's locked?" Nickolai asked. "One way to find out," Furry said, walking up and tugging one of the door-handles. The heavy, oaken door creaked open, and inside they found a single room, light filtering in from the six windows. There were benches set against the walls, one on each side of the doors, and another pair on the walls away from the doors, for a total of six. To the right of each door, above one set of benches, was a set of hooks, as if to hang coats. "Weird," Nickolai said quietly as they walked in. "What do you suppose it's all for?" "I don't know." She shivered gently. "Maybe it's for a ritual or something." "That's not funny." On Terra, rumors about Shardik sometimes became extreme in their detail. Furry walked to the middle of the room. The floor was of the same rough-hewn stone as the walls, and was set with angular stones in a radiating pattern away from the center, which was laid with a single circular stone. Furry walked further, towards the other door, and opened it. Outside, the day was as bright and sunny as it had been when they'd arrived at the island. She stepped out of the room. And came running right back in again, soaking wet. "Ack!" she proclaimed loudly. Nickolai ran over to her. "What happened?" "I... I stepped through that door, and it was... it is raining out." "What are you talking about?" Nickolai asked. He put a hand on her shoulder... she was dripping all over the floor. "It's bright daylight out there." "It's raining." "Not that I see." "Wait a second," Furry said. "Look out that door." She pointed to the door they had first come through. "What do you see?" "Sun." "Not rain?" "No." "I see pouring rain. And through that door?" She pointed through the door she had just stepped through. "Sun." "I still see rain. And you have to admit, I am soaking wet. Did you hear that?" "Hear what?" "Thunder, Nickolai. I hear thunder." "Furry, I don't hear a thing except and the ocean." "That's not what I'm hearing. I'm hearing thunder. Tell you what... you walk through that door." "Okay." Nickolai walked out into what he saw was a sunny day. As he stepped passed the barrier of the doorframe he found himself in a pouring rain. Cursing, he ran back inside. Wiping water from his eyes, he found Furry laughing. "It's not funny!" "I think it is," Furry said. "Gotcha!" "What do you think is going on here?" "I think this is a very good VR room." "Virtual reality? Why?" "I think there are two Monasteries. One is on Pendor, and the other is... someplace else. Pandora, I guess. Whoever's inside a Monastery is inside 'the' Monastery. After I walked through that door, but before you did, I was in the Pandora one and you were in the Pendor one. VR made us think we were in the same building. That wasn't me you were touching, but... how does that phrase go..." "'An amazingly life-like simulation!'" Nickolai chimed in, laughing. "Yeah! That's it. Fa, can you imagine if we made love before..." "I don't want to think about it," Nickolai grinned. "Okay, so we're both on the... alternate Monastery. How do we get home?" "I guess we go through the original door we came in." "Let's try it." They walked over to the other door, and, taking a pause, stepped into the apparent pouring rain... To find themselves again in bright sunlight and an upwardly-curving horizon. "Wow, that's fascinating," Furry said. "I'm glad you like it," Shardik's voice said. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you, but I was curious to see how you were doing." "We're fine," Nickolai said, waving. "Did you get any drawing done?" "Not yet," Furry admitted. "Oh, well. Come here," Shardik said, stepping into the circular building. "I want to show you something." They followed him in. "This room is also access for a few other things, and that's one of the reasons it's sort of a mystery. I'm telling you all this because I believe in you, Nickolai, and that's a lot to believe in. Hal, are you listening?" "I am here, Kennet." "Hal, access Alpha, please." There was a familiar >blip< and the three of them found themselves in a large, circular room made of cold plastic. A door opened behind Shardik, and he said, "Follow me, please." The gravity, Nickolai noted, was a lot less. He had trouble maneuvering for a few moments, and he noticed Furry having a similar problem. Shardik seemed acclimated to the reduced gravity, but was patient and waited for them to catch up. "Here," he said, "Put these on." "Pressure suits?" Nickolai asked. "Yeah. I want to show you something." He helped them both into the suits he had held out for them. The suits fit them each perfectly, a fact which no longer surprised Nickolai. After pressurization tests and confirmations from Halloran, he led them into an elevator. "Ready for a hike?" "Where are we going?" "I hope you don't mind, but it's someplace depressing." Nickolai looked at Furry, who merely shook her head in response. The elevator drove horizontally for a distance before rising. There was a stop. "Depressurize, Hal." The hiss of depressurization was joined by a stiffness in the joints of the suits. The doors opened. "It's over here," Shardik said. "Just behind this hill." As they stepped out from behind the hill, Nickolai gasped. Although there were few places like the one he was seeing here left on Earth anymore, he knew what a cemetery looked like. Rigid, upright blocks of stone marked grave after grave in unending precision under the hot light of a sun undimmed by atmosphere. "What... what is this?" Nickolai asked. "Reality," Shardik replied. "A testament to failure, Nickolai." Shardik sat down on a rock and said, "Every time I think about a new species I want the universe to see, I come out here. See those twenty-eight over there? Centaurs, almost perfect but for minimal flaws. See that pack over there? A hundred Felinzi, all wrong. It's a good thing I caught the error before I started the larger tanks, or all ten thousand would have ended up here. Over there, a few dozen Tindals with dominant non-psi genes. There, an entire species I gave up on as untenable. Ten individual tests. And see that one over there?" He pointed an open grave just to the right of the twenty-eight Centaur stones. "It's empty," Furry said. "It shouldn't be. Go read the stone." Furry and Nickolai walked over to the open hole. "Carroll Ann Lewis," Furry read aloud. "I should never have allowed her to be born. She was almost perfect, and I had suspicions, but no proof then that something was wrong. The genetics weren't as exacting as they are now. And Paul, Paul was just so perfect that I couldn't terminate them as a pair. And I had to keep it to pairs. Gods, I was so blind back then! "Nickolai, when you return to Earth, everybody will be all over you for you to tell what you saw. People will probably invoke the Freedom Of Information Act to get you to talk, but the Personal Privacy Act supersedes it, and I want you to remember that. But I want you to tell people what you saw here." "I understand, sir." "I know you do, Nickolai," Shardik sighed. "It's one of the reasons I treasured you two coming out to the Castle as you did. I hope you don't object to my abusing you two like this, stuffing you full of information, making you conduits for my propaganda." Nickolai shook his head. "I'll just tell the truth." "Good lad!" Shardik said over his radio. "Come on, these suits aren't great past a couple of hours." They walked back to the elevator. As the elevator descended, Shardik said, "You know, even with that out there, I don't feel at all hesitant when I've got a good idea, a new species or whatever that I think should work. I think it's important that, no matter what your working material, be it wood, stone, electrons, or flesh, you should always strive to create the best there is, and accept the failures. It's hard, sometimes, though... I'm still a product of Terra, sometimes, Nickolai, and sometimes, when I'm lying in P'nyssa's or Aaden's arms, I remember that what they're made of is exactly what I'm made of, and what those failures buried out there are made of. And I have to reconcile my attraction to the flesh I lie with with the idea that that's the same flesh I work with." The elevator repressurized and they removed the suits, hanging them on the hooks where they had found them. "It's only seven, and I've already mananged to depress myself pretty effectively." Shardik sighed as he led them back to the SDisk, and Monastery Island. "I don't think so," Nickolai said as they wandered out into the sunlight. "What do you mean?" "I mean, before the genetic tests of the twenty-first century were implemented, how many damaged or deformed children were born on Earth? Aren't those really examples of evolution's failed experiments?" "I guess," Shardik smiled. "But sometimes I feel like this plain, old Terran isn't really prepared to be evolution's agent. But I volunteered for the job, and I apparently am pretty good at it." "I think so," Furry said. "I think so, too," Nickolai said, wrapping an arm around her. "Me too," Shardik said. "Some people think I'm a god. Well, if that's the case then it's worth my while to go out to Mare Silencum and look at my mistakes, and resolve to never make them again. Even if it takes me forever to realize that the flesh, and the heart, are not the same." He took a deep breath and said, "Would you like to stay and draw for a while?" "I think I will," Furry replied. "I'll stay with her," Nickolai replied. "I expected that," Shardik said. He took a few steps down the side of the hill, then turned around and said, "Look, if... if what I just showed you disturbed you at all, I'm sorry. But I felt it important to actually show it to someone, someone who could go home and tell people about it." Nickolai smiled and said, "It was a scary thing to see. But I think I understand why you showed it to us. Thank you, sir." "Thank you, Nickolai." He walked down the hill and out of sight. "Wow," Nickolai said when he felt Shardik was out of earshot. "Wow is right," Furry said, propping her book up on her knees and pulling a pencil out of her pocket. "Every day I've been here, something new has come up." "It is a little scary." "A little?" she asked, surprised. Nickolai watched with amazement as the building she was staring at took shape on the paper with an ease he found frustrating. "More than a little. I mean, all of this... It means something, Nickolai, but I don't know what. One second he's the most normal person I've ever met, the next second he's showing us his graveyard." She shuddered gently. "Somewhere in there were Markals, too, that didn't make it." She switched pencils. "The texture of this stones is heavier than it looked at first." "I bet there were a few humans in there, too." "I bet there were," she replied. "After all, even his early humans were radically different from Sap Terra. Like himself, for instance." Nickolai nodded. "I'm going to wander." "Okay," she said, trying to be cheerful. "I'll be done in about half an hour." "'Kay," he said. He spent the half hour lost in thought, wandering down to the beach and circumnavigating the island at least once before walking back towards the building. "Whaddya think?" Furry asked as he came up the path. "That's really good," he said. "If you can draw that, why can't you draw people?" "I don't know. I can't even draw animals... I tried to draw cats for a while, but they always came out funny." She flipped the sketchbook closed and inserted the pencil back into the pocket over the thighs of her pants. She hugged him close and said, "I don't care what the rest of this is for. All I know is that I love you." "God, I love you too," he replied, returning the hug. There was something about her that grounded him, that made every tension and discomfort in him seem to flow away; he almost wanted to collapse against her, the confusion of Shardik's visit vanishing in her reassurance. "C'mon," he said gently, "Let's head back." She looked around. "It's so pretty out here. Come on, walk with me once more around the island?" "Okay," he said, smiling. They walked in silence, with nothing but the gentle surf of the ocean to disturb them. They took the SDisk back to Shardik Castle without a word between them. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Welcome back," Shardik said quietly, looking up from the book he was reading. Nickolai's command had been "Take us to Shardik Castle," and he had momentarily forgotten that there were several SDisks in the complex. This one had deposited them on the sands surrounding the lagoon. Shardik was lying on a beach towel directly adjacent to it. "You two seem happy." "Very," Furry said. "Good. Just a second." He raised his voice and shouted "Skii! Where are you?" "Up here!" a voice came from the roof of the Castle. Nickolai looked up and wondered how the sound had traveled that far, then realized that when Dave was a major member of the family, trivial details like space and time didn't matter very much. "Well, come down here. I have something for you to do." The Felinzi shrugged and leapt over the railing. That was another thing Pendorians didn't seem to have much concern for... gravity. Nickolai suddenly realized he'd been labeling acceleration with the word "gravity," when of course it wasn't gravity at all, but incidental centripetal acceleration, that kept his feet planted firmly on the ground. "What's up?" Skii asked, dusting sand from the tip of his tail. He hadn't landed very gracefully. "You have an errand to run." "I do?" "Yes. As I recall, you left three of the family Jialani's out at Carraraug. I expect them back in the vehicle bay by one tomorrow." "You mean, I have to go get them?" "Well, you can enlist help, if you like. These two look like safe, trustworthy-" he put particular emphasis on that word- "Jialani riders." "Well," Skii said, seeming pleased if a little unbalanced by the offer, "We did leave 'em there. Want to go and recover them?" "Sure," Nickolai said, smiling. "I don't see why not." "Let's get going." "Aren't you all going to change first? I did say 'by one,' and none of you look prepared for anything other than a trip to the beach." "Oh," Furry said, smiling. "Yeah, I think we should get dressed. What about you two?" "Sounds like a good idea to me," Skii replied, smiling. Nickolai, at first a little confused, quickly understood and joined the other in diving into the water of the lagoon, appearing inside the residential hall as dry as he had been before diving in. "See you two back here in, ten minutes?" "Make it twenty?" Furry asked. "You want a whole half hour?" Skii asked. "Sure, why not." "See you in a half hour." "Go," Skii said, racing down the hallway. Nickolai laughed and said, "He is enthusiastic." "So are you," she chided him gently. "Yeah," he said, stroking her head and down the back of her neck. She shivered gently and said, "I love when you touch me like that." "Come on, we did agree to be back soon. Dave, are you keeping track of the time for us?" "I am. Thank you, Nickolai." Nickolai looked around and said, "For what?" "That's the first time you've addressed me and used me in the capacity for which I am intended." Nickolai blushed. "As a clock?" "As a housemate, a utility and a friend you can always depend on." As they walked back to their room, Nickolai said "There must be more to life than that." "As Sean pointed out, AIs are a unique form of life; what I choose to be is my affair, without hindrance from hormones or unwanted memories." Nickolai felt a little uncomfortable with the knowledge that Dave was aware of his conversation with Sean; what was it about him that gained the attention and conversation of the Pendor AInet? Other than the fact that he was guest at Shardik Castle. "Kolya?" he heard from the bedroom. Shaking his head, he dove down the hole and joined Furry. "Do you need me?" "Always," she smiled. "But I want you to do me a favor." She held out a brush and said, "Brush my fur." He took the offered implement and started at the small of her back, working his way down her body under her directions. The pleasure of being allowed to touch her, to run the brush over ever inch of her precious fur, gave him a raging erection, and as he turned around she reached out and stroked it gently through the cloth of his kilt, smiling. As he slowly stroked along her belly and then down her thighs, she chuckled. "You get excited easily," she said. "Not really," he said. "It's just you." "Get my ears?" she asked sweetly. He accepted the task eagerly, slowly running the denser side of the brush over her ears and then down the back of her head. "Perfect," she said, turning around again to face him and standing up on her toes to kiss him. "Thank you." "Thank you," he replied, smiling. "Come on, get dressed and ready to go." She smiled and pulled on the clothes she had laid out for the evening, a black over-the-shoulder dress with cross-straps across the back, showing a lot of skin... fur, Nickolai corrected himself. By her left shoulder she placed a pair of roses made of worked silver, and on head a flat, gray hat with a wide brim. "What do you think?" she asked. "Not bad. I like it." "Even the hat?" Nickolai thought for a second. At first he had thought the hat would be pretty silly, but now that she was wearing it he thought it looked pretty neat. "Even the hat." "You look pretty hot yourself," she said, glancing him over. The tight-fitting one-piece with accompanying dinner jacket had seemed a trifle uncomfortable at first, but now that he had it on and all the buckles and snaps in place (he hoped), it practically melded itself to his body and felt pretty comfortable. "Thanks," he blushed. "Two minutes," Dave warned. "Let's get going," Furry suggested. Nickolai nodded and the two of them headed up and out. Skii was waiting for them. "Waow," he admitted upon seeing them. "You two look good enough to eat." "Thanks," Nickolai said. "Let's hope I don't get stabbed this time." "Fah I hope not," Skii replied. Furry smiled and said, "Actually, I was hoping to go early, so we could go to... what was the name of that place?" "What place?" Nickolai asked. "The one with the great dinner Ken recommended." "That would be the Lundenumen Inn at Tuilpalya," Dave answered. "That place?" Skii asked. "Yeah, I even know where it is. I can show you if you'd like... it's less than twenty minutes from Rocchodain by Jialani, and you can't get there by SDisk. Want me to?" "If you don't mind?" "Nah," Skii replied, smiling. "You guys got me a reprieve on driving, I guess I can do this for ya." "Then let's go." The SDisk took them to the Carraraug hotel, where they dove into the chaos of the noisy nightclub. This time Nickolai took the time to watch Furry, lusting after her with every step. He had to admit it, maybe his heart was lost to her forever, but so were his balls, and that was fair. And despite her original insistence that she hated to dance and was no good at it, he really enjoyed watching her move. Two hours later, they were both stepping off the floor in exhaustion. "Hey, guys," Skii said, coming up behind them as they found seats for themselves. "Hi, Skii." "Furry, Kolya, this is Fadi, from Karkrov, in the Ukraine. Did I get that right?" "You did," the handsome young melHuman to his right said, if a little nervously. Nickolai debated whether to smile at Fadi's discomfort or at his own ease; a week ago, he had felt the same way, and for almost the same reasons. "Have you eaten yet, Fadi?" Skii asked. "Why, no," Fadi replied. "Well, I promised these two I'd show them where a small restaurant is about a half hour from here, and there's an inn there we can stay at if you'd like." The lechery in Skii's feline smile was unmistakable. "Is that... is that all right?" "As long as I get you back here by one, everything will be fine," Skii said. "I... uh, I suppose. Yes." "Come on, guys, let's go." Nickolai and Furry followed them out. Outside, the three Jialani's sat patiently. "How am I supposed to travel with you?" Fadi asked. "Like this," Skii said, opening the hatch of his Jialani with his palmprint and sliding it all the way to the back. "There. Now just get behind me and hold on." Fadi looked at him dubiously, then sat down behind Skii, carefully wrapping his arms around Felinzi. "That's it," Skii said. "Hold on. You guys ready?" Nickolai and Furry had already started their bikes, and signaled that they were. Skii nodded and started out, surprisingly slowly considering how he had torn away from them the last two times he had gone driving with them. He keyed his intercom to one channel with Furry only and said, "Must not want to scare his 'guest.'" Furry chuckled and said, "Well, would you? Consider how he would feel if he knew Skii's real last name." "Yeah," Nickolai said, smiling. They reached Rocchodain and eased through it slowly, Skii taking care not to drive over any pedestrians. Once past Rocchodain Skii accelerated back up to nearly a hundred kph and took off down the road. A few minutes later the town of Tuilpalya came into view. It was a small town, as Shardik had implied, not as "trad" as Rocchodain; the lights were clearly electrical, but it still had a sense of age to it that Nickolai was finding more and more comforting. Skii stopped in front of a small, three-floor building with an angular, wooden roof, and said "This is the place Ken mentioned." "Ken?" Fadi asked with a tone of concern. "As in Shardik?" "Yeah," Skii said. "He's a friend of ours." "You know Shardik?" he asked. "Well, yeah," Skii replied. "It's not a big deal. C'mon. Let's go in and see what ol' Gordro has for a special." He opened the door to the Inn and was immediately assaulted by a voice that was barely a meter off the floor. "Skii!" "Hiya, E'Lyn," Skii said with an air of obvious embarrassment, looking down at a Mustel with red fur, big ears, and a furry tail that was almost as long as she was. Her most distinguishing feature was a brilliant splash of white fur that descended in an uneven triangle from under her chin. "Hiya, kiddo. How's it going? Who're these people?" "E'Lyn, meet Jofuran Shigokai, Nicholai Dittrich, and Fadi Seirt." "Please to meetcha. What do you need?" "I need," Skii paused for a second. "I need a large booth for four, parking for three Jialanis, two rooms with double beds, and a fourteen thirty-five wake-up call." E'Lyn hopped over to a small desk, examined a document that lay there and said, "Can do." Skii walked over to her and whispered something in her ear. "I can do that to," she replied after another moment's reflection. "Okay, folks, come this way. I'm going to be your waitress, you're the only four here. Gordro's got spitted lamb tonight." She led them to a large, circular booth that easily allowed Nickolai and Furry to sit on one side, Skii and Fadi on the other. Fadi was a dark-skinned human with light-brown hair and brown eyes. He looked very athletic, which apparently was Skii's reason for choosing him. "So what do you do?" Furry asked Fadi. "Me? I'm an agrochemist." "This your first trip to Pendor?" "Uhm... Yes," Fadi said, giving Skii a sideways glance. Nickolai was impressed with the skill with which Skii manipulated Fadi; every time the young man looked about ready to panic and bolt (and where would he go? Nickolai wondered) Skii's paws were under the table or his lips on Fadi's ears, reassuring him of a long and tireless night of... whatever it was Skii had to offer. "And what do you do?" Fadi asked Nickolai. "I'm a student," Nickolai answered perfunctorly. "Really? Where do you study?" "At the moment, at the Gerhardt School in Redbridge, England." Fadi looked stunned for a moment. "You're a Terran?" Nickolai nodded. "I'm sorry, I thought you were, well, a Pendorian. You seem so comfortable with these two." "I've been here for more than a week," Nickolai said. He felt a touch of arrogance, a sense that he controlled his half of the conversation. He was also reassured to note that the presence of another Terran in the room seemed to calm Fadi considerably. "What about your tour?" "I... sort of got hijacked," Nickolai replied, smiling at Furry, who leaned up to kiss him. "When my tour's ready to leave, I'll take a SDisk to Parma." "I thought... Terrans couldn't use SDisks." "You've used them on your tour, haven't you?" "Well, yes... but always with a Pendorian guide." "Do you know why you can't use a SDisk?" Furry asked. "No... I was just told that tourists generally can't use SDisks." "There's no rule saying 'you may not use a SDisk.' You just can't use one because nobody's taught you how. If you learned, you could use one easily." "Really?" Fadi asked, surprised. "I could never do that. Where would I go? I should really stick with my tour group. In fact, I really should have stuck with them." "Nonsense," Skii purred with a voice so feline and sensual that even Nickolai had to admit to himself that he found it seductive. Fadi's body seemed to go rigid for a moment, then relaxed back into the cushioned bench. "You'll have a great time, and I'll get you back to your tour before breakfast." "It's an offer I can't refuse," Fadi gulped, the motion of his arm indicating clearly to Nickolai that he was returning the favorable fondling under the table. After dinner, E'Lyn led the four of them upstairs, indicating two doorways on the right side of the hallway. "They're both ready. Take one. G'night!" She bounded down the stairs in a rapid, hopping gait. Nickolai and Furry took the one that was further down from the stairwell, while Skii and Fadi disappeared into the other. Nickolai was still lost in thought as the door closed behind him. "What are you thinking about?" Furry asked as she looked around. Nickolai glanced up to take in the surrounding as well; Four-poster bed with real netting, which was good because the window apparently had no glass or netting of it's own. Wood furniture all around, and the only light was a single candle with a brass reflective hood by the bedstand. "Huh?" he replied finally, having forgotten the question. "I said, what are you thinking about?" "Oh, I just... you know, Skii can be damned seductive. I still can't believe how much command he had over that guy." "Well, for someone who enjoys one nighters, he's good at getting them into bed with him." Her comment was emphasized by a loud thump against the wall, followed by a very human giggle and an equally feline moan of pleasure. Nickolai sighed. "Are we going to be hearing that all night?" "Probably," Furry said, walking up to him and putting her arms around his waist. "Or we could fight back," she said seductively. "How so?" Nickolai replied, smiling. "We could fight fire with fire. Y'know, make a little noise of our own." "What did you have in mind?" he asked, knowing the answer already. "Oh, I don't know," she replied as her paws reached inside his tailed dinner jacket and slid down the length of his body. "I'm sure we could think of something." He could feel her paws touching the insides of his thighs as her paws rose and roamed over his cock, which was already straining the tight material of his suit. He picked her hat off of her head and threw it aside. With a growing awareness of discomfort at his own clothing's tight fit, he reached down and tugged gently on the straps at her shoulders. She smiled and raised her arms above her head, allowing him to pull her dress off with one easy tug. Naked now, she reached up and began progressively opening each clasp as she worked her way down. She stopped at the clasp above his groin and reached in, her paws sliding gently over his chest, touching his nipples and scratching his skin. He closed his eyes and placed his hands back on her shoulders for support; he wanted to concentrate on her touch, and that seemed to contradict his sense of balance. She laughed softly and leaned in to kiss his chest, parting the jumpsuit with one paw, the other reaching down to open the clasps over his crotch. Once free, she pushed both paws over his shoulders, pushing his jacket off, then back across and down his arms, pulling the one- piece down his arms and off his waist. She smiled and pulled the suit all the way down, coming to a full kneel at his feet, unbuckling the clasps on his shoes and helping them off as he stepped out of them. She stood, looking him over as he stood there, naked. With a mischievous grin, she placed both hands on his hips and with a sudden shove he found himself thrown onto the bed. "Wow," he said. She smiled and jumped on the bed, straddling his body. "Lie down," she instructed in a voice that would brook no argument. He watched as she reached up and undid the ties holding up the netting; it fell down around them, and Nickolai found the effect fascinating. It was as if the outside world became indistinct and hazy, the only light coming from a single bright, yellow spot to his right, and the only real, solid thing he could see was Jofuran. She smiled and said, "Lie still," sliding down between his open legs. Still grinning, she leaned over and took the toes of his foot into her mouth. He could feel her teeth sliding over his toes, and despite his claims to be unticklish, he felt wonderful under her talented tongue. She gently bit his ankle then moved up to nibble on his calf. The sensations of her whiskers and fur against his legs belied his claim, and he squirmed slightly as she worked her way up to his thigh. She was bending over, her butt clearly in the air behind her, and he reached up with the foot she had been licking to slide it along her thigh. She looked up into his eyes momentarily, then leaned over to kiss the tops of his thighs, ignoring his groin and proceeding on to his belly, then further up to his nipples. As she slid, the most erotic sensation he was of her nipples trailing along his thighs and up the sides of his stomach. She reached his lips and they kissed, once, lightly- then he threw his arms around her and kissed her hard. "I love you," he sighed. "I love you too," she said. She stepped over his thighs, so that rather than sitting between his legs she was straddling his torso. She crawled up until her cunny was centimeters from his face. "Lick me," she said, "please?" He eased his arms under her and spread the lips of her cunny with his fingers, looking at it. Staring at every soft detail, he tried to memorize every nook and fold with his eyes. He raised his head slightly and pressed his tongue to her, licking the warm flesh. She lowered herself slightly, so he could rest his head against the pillow. He made love to her cunt with his tongue, parting it open with his lips and diving deep between the folds of her labia, drinking what lay there. She leaned over and grabbed the headboard. "My clit, lick me there." Nickolai smiled and bent his neck back, reaching the little white nubbin she had begged him to pay attention to, and with careful licks explored the tiny hood she had, slowly encouraging her clitoris out further, running his tongue around it before concentrating directly on it. She shuddered gently. "Oh, Nickolai..." He licked her a little harder, spurred on her soft sigh and her body's equally soft trembles. His arms lay under her legs and he placed his hands on her furry buttocks, gently caressing them as he licked her cunny. He could feel the muscles in them tensing as she prepared for release, and he could feel the fur running between his fingers as he caressed her. He concentrated directly on her spot, licking up and down with force. She sighed his name once more, "Nickolai," and then her whole body seemed to shatter in orgasmic release; the headboard creaked as she held on, moaning in one, long song. "Oh, Nickolai," she sighed. "That was... that was so good." "Thank you," he smiled up at her. "It's great watching you climax." "Really?" she asked. "I feel the same way... it's great watching you." Nickolai's thoughts for a reply were interrupted by a regular, rhythmic banging sound from the next room, high up near the ceiling. He looked at Furry, who smiled. "The bedposts." "Uh-huh," she said, trying to control a laugh. "They're being pretty... vigorous." "Would you like to be vigorous back?" he suggested. "No," she said, "I have a better idea." She crawled back down his body, until she was kneeling directly above his crotch. "I like this position," she smiled, reaching down to stroke his soft penis. Under her influence, it didn't stay that way for long, and in moments he had as intense an erection as he felt he'd attained in his entire life. She held it in her left hand, holding it up and aiming it towards her cunt. "You want me to put it in?" she smiled, rubbing the head against her lips. "I do," he replied, smiling. "So do I," she said, easing down onto. Nickolai could feel every millimeter of motion, as her cunny parted open for him and his head made its way into her body. He could feel the soft walls of her cunt surround him, hold him, grip him, and when she came all the way down and pressed down, further, he could feel his cock nestling up against her cervix. She smiled down at him through half-closed eyes, then began sliding up and down in an agonizingly slow motion. "Oh, Kolya," she sighed. "I love you." He reached up and touched her soft stomach, feeling her fur, feeling each individual hair slide under his palms as they made love together. "I love you too, Jofuran," he sighed. He looked down to watch his shaft disappear between the full lips of her sex, and then reappear. The sensation of her tight cunny sliding along the length, especially when she neared the top and just the head of his cock was held by the ring of her opening, drove him closer to orgasm. She smiled and rode him, leaning back slightly. "Hold my paws," she said. Curious, he did as she asked, grabbing hold of her paws. She leaned back further, using his grip to keep herself from falling all the way over. "Like this, it feels so neat," she sighed, applying all her energy with her legs to their lovemaking. The view Nickolai had was more wonderfully explicit than any video or biocybe-- he was so aware that she was here, and she was his, and watching his cock bend and slide into her cunt like that was mindboggling. But to see it he was holding his head up, and eventually his neck tired and his head dropped back to the pillow. Furry pulled on his arms, hauling herself back into a sitting position and his range of view. "Ready?" she asked. "For what?" he asked. She smiled and leaned over, placing her hands on his chest. She began to stroke him faster, her legs working hard. "Thrust back," she whispered. He smiled, taking the suggestion and pushing upwards as she came down for each stroke. Their hips met in the air, striking with sound. The bed began to creak under them as they pushed onwards. "That's it, Nickolai," she sighed. "That's it. I'm going to come if you do that." "Really?" "Uh-huh," she gasped, her nose wrinkled into an aggressive snarl as she pushed downwards yet again. "Fah, that's so good." Nickolai could feel his orgasm calling, that painful tightness in the head of his cock that told him that, this time, his orgasm was really on its way. He smiled and began pushing up harder, their rhythm breaking for a second before synching up again. He laughed, and she smiled wide in return. "Yes, Nickolai," she moaned. "Yes... Yes!" Her body shuddered; she seemed about to fall on him, but instead she dropped her head in supplication to her climax, breathing hard. When she looked up, the look on her face was unmistakable determination. She resumed her stroking, and the sensations in his groin were growing, growing. "Furry," he gasped. "Slow down, I'm right there." "Good!" "No, I want... I want the final moments to last," he begged her. She stopped, and slowly lowered herself completely, burying his cock inside her. Then, with almost painful slowness she pulled off of him, then back down. The pleasure, the pressure, grew, but slowly, as he had asked. "Furr...ah!" he gasped as he thrust up into her, hard, feeling his cock pulse as he came, shooting into her. "How was that?" she asked. His brain dizzied by the force of his orgasm, he couldn't answer her for a second. When he finally found his voice, he said, "What do you think?" She leaned over and kissed his forehead. "I think, my love, that's it time to go to sleep." "I think so, too." "Cuddle?" she asked, pulling the covers aside and getting under the bedsheet. The night was warm and the blankets weren't necessary. And from the sounds outside, the netting was. Furry poked her head out of the folds by her corner and blew out the candle. Nickolai eased himself under the sheet and joined her, cuddling close as she'd asked. Although he was tired, their proximity and body heat kept him awake, and after a few minutes he pulled away from her, lying down on his back, thinking about how wonderful she was, about how wonderful they whole trip had really been. Even getting stabbed hadn't been that bad... he'd been unconscious for most of it, and it had reconciled Furry and his mother. He fell asleep with these thoughts. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Reunion, Part 4 Journal Entry 143 / 00918 Aldea, Narnya 22, 00918 "So," Garth said, looking around at his three companions, "What is there to do on Pendor on a day like this?" Furry shrugged noncommittally, but the other two animatedly began making lists. Skii said, "There's skiing, sailing, swimming, flying. I could do any one of those. What are you interested in? Any places you want to go?" "Well..." Garth concentrated for a moment. "Nickolai gave me a long list of things he did the last time he was here on Pendor. Like visiting the Rowan, watching the Tangent Arc hardware practices, maybe going to Backwater or Rhysh--" Kiza cut him off. "I am not going to Rhysh." "Okay, maybe not Rhysh," Garth agreed, "But I would like to see some of the places around here. I'd like to go sailing in Parma, for instance. That's something Nickolai never got to do. I'd like to watch sunset on Pandora, since that's what it exists for." He paused for a moment. "Actually, no offense Kiza, but I would like to go to Rhysh." "I'll stay home that day." "No problem," Skii replied, his grin splitting from ear to ear. "I've been there. It's... different, but nothing too horrible is out in the open. I'd enjoy taking Garth there." "Yes, I'm sure you would," Kiza replied, returning his grin. "What else, Garth?" "Oh, I don't know. Rocchodain, Alias... I'm sure you all have local favorites." "We do," Skii replied, "But I don't know how many of mine would appeal to you." "Some might," Garth said. "You can always suggest them and I can say if I want to or not. Oh, that's right. One other thing. I want to see a play." "A play?" Skii asked dubiously. "Yeah," Garth said. "I want to see something done with Pendorian actors. I think Uncia doing Othello or Felinzi doing Cats or Tindals doing Shibatsu, something like that." "Ah," Skii said. "You want to see a Terran performance with Pendorian actors." He scratched under his chin for a moment. "Ken is very fond of those, although he has a taste for those awful Greek plays. You could ask him. Or Dave. Dave?" "Thank you for remembering me, Skii," the AI answered calmly. "Yes, in fact, Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing will be performing at the Carmeloch Theatre for the next two weeks. Henry The Fifth is showing at the D'Tangent theatre. No Othello, sorry. Other performances include a Jesus Christ, Superstar, Carthage, and Not the Worm Ourobouros, but they're at smaller theatres." "There," Skii said. "You've got an entire collection to choose from. I'm sure if you want an different play, Dave can find a video archive somewhere." "Guaranteed," the AI replied. "In fact, AI Webster Masters has a comprehensive library of Shakespeare productions performed on Pendor over the last two centuries." "Thank you, Dave," Skii said. "You're getting faster." "I do try," the AI replied. "Anyway, that's just the beginning," Skii said. "I'm sure we can find more than enough stuff to fill your entire month. Ever gone mountain climbing?" "Isn't that a little dangerous?" "Nah, we'll give you a gravitics harness in case you fall. It's not a problem of getting to the top or falling off, it's how many times do you fall off. I never fall off. Kiza?" "Huh?" "What about you? Did you have any ideas?" "Well, I'd really like to go sailing. I've never done that before. But you're the one with the sailboat, I assume." "Yep," Skii said. "I think I can teach you two how to handle the mid-tri." He glanced up into the air, looking at nothing in particular. "Dave," he said, "Can you call Ken for me?" After a few seconds pause, Ken's voice came back through empty air. "What can I do for you, kiddo?" "Gran, can I take the Succubus out?" "Sure, if you bring it back in one piece. There's no cell on board, you'll have to swim one out yourself." "No problem. Thanks!" "See ya. Have fun, you four!" An audible >click< terminated the conversation. "Three," Furry said, standing. She hadn't said a word during the entire conversation, and her one spoken word suddenly had everyone's attention. "What?" Skii asked. "No offense, Skii, but with Nickolai gone, I really don't feel like doing anything. I think I'll stay here and study until he gets back." "That's not for a week! At least!" "I'll do. Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow or something. I don't know. Anyway, you guys go enjoy yourself. I don't want to be a pressor field on your sunny day. I'll see you guys later." She slowly walked away. "If you want to join us, Dave will know where we are!" Skii shouted. "I know," Furry replied, not quite so loudly and certainly less exuberantly. Skii stood up slowly and said, "Well, that's that. Come on, you two. Grab everything you'll need for an overnighter, too. I'll get the powercell and the waterproof bags. Dave, is there food in the Succubus?" "I'm afraid not, Skii. You'll need a complete complement. The burners have been replaced with electric, however, so you will not need propane." "Ring for small favors," Skii groaned, heading down the stairs with the two in tow. A confusing ten minutes later, Garth found himself standing on the beach next to Skii and a brown cargo-net full of stuff, waiting for Kiza to show up. "I hope she doesn't get seasick," Skii said. "I hope I don't," Garth replied. "I hope you don't either," Skii replied. Kiza came running down the beach with a single, small bag slung over her shoulder. "I brought what I thought I would need. Just an overnight, right?" "I hope that's all we're going to be doing," Skii replied, taking her bag and putting into another, waterproof bag. He tied the bag to the cargo net. "Okay, you see that boat over there? That's where we're going. It's not that far, believe me. It looks like it, but I bet both of you can swim pretty well, right?" "I can," Kiza replied. Garth just nodded. "Okay, good enough. Now wait until I get to the boat and give you a signal. Then push this net in and I'll pull it to the boat. Then just swim out to the boat yourselves. Okay, here I go!" Skii jumped into the water and began swimming. They watched as he disappeared out of sight, a line of rope following him from behind the net packed with stuff. Skii reached the boat and signaled them. They pushed the net into the water, and he began hauling on the rope. They followed the cargo. Garth found himself enjoying the swim, the lankiness that he usually saw in his arms giving him the kind of power he needed to keep up with Kiza. Kiza, for her own part, swam like the Marten she was, a relative to Otters and other waterborne creatures. She did reach the boat first, but Garth had to admit to himself that he felt good about how well he'd managed to keep up. "So," Skii said. "Give me five minutes and I'll have the shower rigged up and ready to go. First, help me pull the cargo onto the rear deck." With six hands pulling at the rope, the cargo came up over the side easily, although a few times as it threatened to roll Skii snarled incoherently. "If that thing puts a hole in her, Ken will never forgive me." "Has that ever happened?" Garth asked. "There's a first time for everything," Skii answered. He pulled open the cargo nets and pulled out a cylinder of stainless steel with a blue, screw-on plastic top. "Power. Be right back." He walked around to the front of the boat. Garth heard the snapping of latches and the creaking of hinges and then he heard Skii's voice echo hollowly, as if from a cave. "Got it!" Garth looked around. He and Kiza stood on the rear deck of a white trimaran sailboat, about eleven meters in length. A cabin sat right in the middle of the trimaran, rising less than a full meter from the rest of the boat. The boat was painted white. An outboard motor was attached between the center and starboard (Garth was proud of himself for remembering that word) hulls, and a thick power cable held down with half-circle clamps ran over the slat and down into the cabin. On the top of the cabin Garth saw a bundle labeled "Inflatable raft" and an electrically powered pump. "Okay," Skii's voice said confidently. "We've got a fitted Yohan sail and jib. Power is on-line, as is our remote networking gear. We're ready to move. Garth, Kiza, which one of you wants to go swimming?" Both indicated they would. Skii tossed Kiza a set of goggles. "Here," he said. "Go find the anchor and pull us loose, would you? It's not more then six meters here. Well, maybe seven." Kiza jumped into the water and disappeared. Skii smiled at Garth. "When she gets the anchor loose we have to pull it up fast. Then, handsome, you get to help me rig the sails. When Kiza gets back we'll have her drop the engine while we put up the jib and mainsail. It's really not that hard, either. Come on." The boat lurched slightly. "Pull!" Skii shouted, hauling at the anchor line. They began hauling fast and soon had the anchor on the front deck. "Kiza!" Skii shouted. "Power up the engine and drive us away from shore. Garth, help with the sails!" After another twenty minutes, Garth collapsed to the deck, exhausted. "I thought you said that wasn't that hard." "You're out of shape, Garth!" Skii joked. "Come on, let's set sail." "I guess I forgot to ask. Where are we going?" "Well," Skii said, "I thought we'd head for the nearest Shipping Disk and transport over to Pandora at a synchronized time, then watch the sunset. Then we can find a comfortable island nearby, drop anchor, have breakfast on the beach, and do whatever we like. What do you think?" "Sounds good to me," Kiza said. "Sandwich?" she asked, holding one out to Skii. "I see you found the food." "And the autopilot," she agreed, laughing. Skii accepted the sandwich, taking a bite. "Come on. We've got a lot of work to do to get this thing comfortable. Garth, help me lay out some sheets. Kiza, we shouldn't stay on autopilot for too long." She nodded and went back to the steerage boom. The day sailed on uneventfully. The sun, always overhead, beat down on them as they took cover under a shading canopy Skii erected over the boat's wheelwell, an open rectangle that led down into the cabin. "There's a hundred and twenty quarts of pure water under those plates, in case you want any." "That, I could use," Garth said. Kiza agreed. Skii got up and checked the maps while Garth filled canteens for all three of them. "We're sitting on top of the SDisk," he said. "I wonder why it hasn't fired." As soon as he spoke, Kiza gasped. "Wow!" Skii and Garth poked their heads out. Skii laughed. "Figures. All you had to do was say something. That's it. Welcome to Pandora guys. Sunset in four hours, provided we don't sail too fast." He stepped back inside and checked the navigation screen mounted to the port wall of the cabin. "Kiza, the compass is the gauge to starboard on the floor there by your feet. See it?" "Got it!" "Okay. You're going to want to come about until we're heading... what way is the wind headed?" "It's headed southwest." Skii poked his head out. "I thought you didn't know how to sail." "Doesn't mean I can't read a compass. The way you act, you'd think I didn't know how to read." "Sorry," Skii said. "Thanks. Okay, then, bring us about to a heading of twenty-six degrees and hold us there." "The sail will swing." "Then duck." Grumbling, Kiza slowly pushed the till away from her until the ship came about to the desired angle. "Twenty six degrees." "Garth!" Skii said. "Pull on that line; pull the sail in a little more and let's see if we can't get some speed out of this tub. This is a good twenty-six knot wind; let's see if we can't pull nine knots." Garth hauled on the sail, but Skii eventually came and helped him pull. The Succubus sliced through the water cleanly, rocking ever-so-slightly as the waves slammed up against it. " And here, instead, the sun wasn't overhead. It shone at an angle. Garth found it comforting. "It's just like home." "If you missed it so much, why'd you come here?" "It's different," Garth shrugged. "I can always go home, too." "It feels so weird," Kiza said. "I've never been offworld before." "It's amazing how few Pendorians ever go offworld. Pendor's so big that there's this weird attitude about leaving. I can't figure it out. How could anyone not want to see this?" "Does Parma get as many visitors?" "Well, the recreational section of Parma says it's gotten at least five percent of the total cumulative population of Pendor. But that's only one in twenty, right? The rest have never really wanted to see it, I guess." "That just seems so weird." "Dunno," Skii said. "It just is. Anyway, even though it feels like the wind is dying down we're going to reach nightfall in about two hours. A little before that we should reach a set of islands that should be visible any minute now. And the weather service says that it's going to rain Canids and Felids tonight." "Excuse me?" Garth said. Kiza laughed. "Cats and Dogs, Garth. Canids and Felids. Well, dogs and cats in that order." "Whatever," Skii said. "Stew for dinner sound good? There's some serious bread in here." "It'll do," Kiza agreed. "Then that's it," Skii nodded. "Okay. I'm going to put it on now and tie down the pot. Just don't ram us up on anything and it won't fall over." "Garth, would you take the till?" "Sure," Garth said. "What do I do?" "Well, you hold it here, and you watch this thing here. It's your compass. We want to keep it on this line, twenty-six degrees west of north. Got that?" Garth looked down, puzzled. Although he had heard of compasses many times, he had never before had to learn how to use one. "I think so." "It's really easy," Skii said. "The one in the middle is your speed in knots." "What's a knot?" "About two point seven six kilometers per hour, Terran." "It's an English measurement, isn't it?" Skii smiled. "It's better than cubits." Garth shook his head while Skii scanned the horizon with a pair of binoculars. "There they are!" "Where?" Kiza asked. "Straight ahead. I told you I knew how to navigate. I can even do this on a low-tech world without a problem. Okay, Garth, we're heading for that low shadow on the horizon. See them?" "Yes!" "Good. Okay, once we get near the reefline we'll find a place to drop anchor and secure for the night. I think we'll fly a lantern tonight; this is pretty popular spot according to the chart. Kiza, want to go swimming again?" "To check the anchor? Sure." "Good. Then it's settled." They ate dinner an hour later, the boat secure between to wave-breaking reefs that they had had to navigate between more carefully than Skii would have liked. "Don't forget there's a tide here," he said. "The ocean will literally bulge in the center sometimes and flatten out at others. We don't want to suddenly find the Succubus high and dry next morning." Garth and Kiza nodded. "Look, it's going down." "I've never watched this," Kiza said, sitting on the edge of the slowly rocking boat as the sun headed towards the horizon. Although some clouds blocked its last couple of seconds of drop, others provided an almost explosively colorful background for the descending sunlight. Garth heard Kiza's breathing speed up a little as the sun came closer and closer to the edge of the horizon, the colors deepening into darker and darker red until, finally, it disappeared completely. "Wow." She sat back and shivered. Garth sat back. "Okay, I've seen it. It seemed to affect you a lot more than it did me, Kiza. What got to you?" "It's so... I don't know." She shivered again, grabbing the windbreaker she'd been wearing while minding the rudder and pulling it tightly about her. "It's so natural. Every day you see the sun disappear behind a shadow rec and you know what's happening. You know how it was made by sentients and you can look up the ring and see it happening everywhere. That, though," she said, gesturing to where the sun had vanished, "That's different. It's natural. It's what your people..." She glanced at Garth. "Well, Human Terrans, at any rate, evolved seeing every day. It's no wonder that they built complicated rituals around the disappearing sun and the advent of winter." "It's not that man-made, Kiza." "Huh?" Kiza turned to look at Skii quizzically. "What does that mean?" "It means just that," he said. "Take a look at it. Pendor is not 'under control.' It hasn't been since..." He smiled. "Do you know where Alexandria is?" "Yeah. It's one of the Pendorian library repositories, isn't it?" "One of the main ones, yes. SI administration, solid-state construction, full-leach power sources. Have you ever seen it?" "It's on Pandora somewhere, isn't it? I saw a picture of it once. It looks like it's in the middle of this huge burned circle." "That's because it is. On the Day of Decant, Ken lit off a clean fusion nuclear explosive there." "What? Why?" "To burn the Library at Alexandria one more time. That's where it got its name from. You see, Pandora was the administration site for the millennial project, not Pindam. Pindam was where Ken and Oenone slept for all those millions of years while Pendor was being built. Most people don't know it, but life didn't evolve on Pendor. It evolved here." "On Pandora?" Garth asked, surprised. "It was the seeding point. Then the hardiest stuff was transported by Fawn and Halloran to the Vinyare' ocean. And bit by bit the ecosystem was established. But it was established here, not on Pendor. Pendor is too big to establish a working ecosystem that way." "But... Then what's on Pendor now?" Skii smiled. "Nobody knows. That's the point. Everything in the transportation and transplantation project was recorded in Alexandria, and Alexandria..." "Was destroyed. That doesn't make sense. Why would Ken do that?" "It doesn't make sense?" Skii asked. "Think about it. What happens to Pendorian curiosity if the name, genealogy, and identification of every animal, every plant, every landform around you has already been done?" "Then..." What Skii was telling him hit Garth with surprise. "You're telling me that Ken destroyed that database because it would have made things too easy?" "That's about right." Skii shrugged again. "I don't know. It makes sense to me. Maybe not to you, but it does to me." "Oh, it makes sense in a twisted kind of way." Garth sat down, looked at his bowl. "I'm going to get more stew. Anyone want more?" They both shook their heads. When he returned Kiza was already stretching and yawning. "I'm tired." "Sailing will do that, especially if you're not experienced," Skii said. "Kiza, I have all these vehicles that we can use while Garth is here, but I don't know if you own any. Do you?" "Uh..." Kiza blushed a little, wrapping her tail around herself. Garth thought she looked adorable. "Powered armor?" "You have a suit of powered armor?" Garth asked. "Yeah. You do?" Skii added, sounding equally surprised. "Yeah," Kiza replied, blushing more. "It's an experiment we were working on in engineering. I'm part of a development team for high-pressure and caustic atmospheres." "You should talk to my sister, Molinar. She's really into those experiments." "I might have something that she's using as a production model now," Kiza admitted. "I know what Molly does; I talked to her at the picnic. Anyway, I can show you my silly suit later. I'm going to bed." "Goodnight," Skii said. "I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier!" "Thank you!" she said. "Goodnight, Garth!" "Goodnight, Kiza!" He waved as she disappeared down into the cabin. Skii looked over at Garth. "You know, we didn't make any sleeping arrangements." "You don't suppose she assumes..." He gestured with his hands between the two of them. "I mean, that you... and me... I..." Skii smiled. "I wouldn't be surprised," he said. "I told you earlier that I found you handsome." "But... I..." "Don't tell me. You don't like boys." "No, I do!" Garth felt flustered. "I mean, well, I didn't mean to make it sound like that." He threw his hands down into his lap in frustration, then stood up and walked to the edge of the boat, leaning over and looking out over the rapidly darkening sea. Overhead, the stars were coming in one by one, and the arc of the Ring of Pendor filled the sky from dark horizon to dark horizon. It glowed faintly in reflected light like the Moon he was familiar with. He looked around but didn't find Pindam. Finally he found words. "Look, I'm sure you're a nice guy and all, but I don't know." "I don't understand," Skii said. "Was that too quick? Too direct?" "No, no, nothing like that. Look, on Pendor, your species is common, right?" "Yeah," Skii said. "So?" "On Terra, Katckin is not a common species. Not even three hundred years after our... 'manufacture.'" Garth nearly spat the last word out. "People always want to sleep with me, just because it'll be something different." Skii laughed softly. And then he laughed again, louder. "What?" "I use that all the time!" "Use what?" "That 'being different' bit. One of the places near Shardik Castle is a touristy little village. People live there because it amuses them to deal with Terrans and other offworlders, you know, tourists. It's a 'trap,' as people call it. I go to the hotel there sometimes to pick up Terrans and seduce them." "Did you think it would work on me?" "To be honest, I didn't know. Nickolai is very discerning; he sees through things sometimes when other's don't. He caught on very quickly." "He's also not into males." "Well, that too," Skii said. "Although he said he might be willing to try with me. Anyway, I figured a roommate of his is either completely dense or as crack as he is. Somehow you fall in between somewhere. You're an okay guy, Garth." "Thanks," the Katckin smiled. "But I'm not like you, Skii. I sorta resent the fact that people just want me for my body." "It's going to happen to everyone sometime, you know. Someone is going to want you for your body." "Yeah, well, it's really rough on the Terran Genenned." "'Jenenned?' That's a terran word covering Katckins and Neorats?" "Yeah. It means Genetically Engineered. Gen-En'd. They either hate us or want us, and usually it's a mix of the two." Garth felt Skii's hand touch his shoulder. "Hey, things are different on Pendor." "But they're not!" Garth said, turning around. "Or, maybe they're too different. Look at you, Skii. You're everything I could ever hope to be." Skii put his hand over Garth's muzzle, then closed the distance and kissed Garth's cheek softly. "So?" Garth shivered slightly. "I have had only two Katckin lovers, Skii, and they were both female. I really lean that way most of the time," he said, his voice breathless. "And tonight?" Skii slowly slid his hand down Garth's furred chest. "I... I don't know." Garth steadied himself holding the jib cable. "I would... I do want to. I just..." "I'll stop if you ask me to. It'll be that simple. I won't stop liking you. Tell me now, Garth." "You stuck your tongue out, Skii, when you were talking about Greek plays. Did you ever watch any?" Caught off-guard by the question, Skii took a second to form an answer. "A few. Why?" "Imagine a twisted Narcissus making love to his perfect image. Would he be happy afterwards?" Skii stopped his hand's slow descent. He looked at Garth and Garth felt the stare hit him like warm water. "Listen," Skii said. "You are not Narcissus, you are not twisted, and I am not perfect." "You're closer to perfect then I'll ever be," Garth said. "Maybe I should walk the Hall with the morphing turned on." Skii blinked, looked down at Garth, and began laughing again, only this time the laughter was full-strength and unrestrained. "Oh, Garth, do you know what would happen?" "What?" "You'd either come out as a Tindal, a 'Taur, or as yourself!" "What?" "Seriously!" Skii said. "You would! People who go through the Hall with body image problems always get a species that will give them the same headaches. It's part of the process." "What process?" "Learning to live with yourself." Skii sighed for a moment. "Look at me. I'm not perfect, but I've learned to live with it. I'm just this Katckin. I get furknots and a kinked tail and earburrs just like everyone else." Garth nodded abashedly. "It's so hard." "Look," Skii said. "All I said was that I wanted you. Can you give me a 'yes,' 'no,' or 'wait' answer?" "You were getting pretty convincing there," Garth said. "I was?" Skii replied. "When?" "Guess," Garth whispered. Skii smiled, and Garth could see that he was suddenly as much a part of the game as Skii was. Skii reached out a hand and touched Garth's chest. "Was it here?" "Not quite there." Garth's heart beat faster. He did want this, but his anxiety was beating a loud drum behind his chest. Skii's hand slid down further. "Then it was here," he asked. "Actually, that's less convincing." Skii looked puzzled, and then comprehension dawned in his eyes. Garth knew he had it figured out, and steeled himself for the anticipated moment. "Then..." Ski leaned over and kissed Garth's cheek. "It was here." Garth didn't speak. Skii moved a little further down Garth's muzzle and kissed him just at the juncture of his jaw. "And if I do this, am I more convincing?" "Mmm-hmm," Garth whimpered softly. Skii's hands caressed his chestfur, stroking against the grain and making him shiver. He turned his head slightly and kissed Skii's mouth back. Skii parted his muzzle slightly and his tongue reached out to stroke Garth's lips. Garth did the same thing, tasting Skii's tongue for the first time with his. Skii's breath was warm and sweet in his feline-sensitive nostrils, and he found himself getting turned on by the proximity and closeness he felt with the Felinzi. "It's warm out," Skii breathed. "Didn't you say it was going to rain?" "Later," Skii replied. "Right now I think we should grab a blanket and not bother Kiza." "Good idea," Garth agreed. "You know where everything is." "I even know where I've got oil." "Uh..." "You don't like fucking?" "I... I just don't know if I could take it." Skii touched his cheek softly. "Then you can do me. I can." Garth chuckled. "Go get the stuff." Skii returned with a small pouch and a heavy sleeping quilt. Between the bows of each of the outer hulls and the center hull on the Succubus someone had strung netting. Each side had a different quality of netting, however; on the starboard side, it was thick rope with twenty to thirty centimeters of space on a side of the holes; on the port side, it was fine mesh, rather like a tight hammock. Skii threw the blanket over that one. The night held a surprising amount of heat and Garth found himself willingly shedding his clothes as Skii did the same thing. Garth crawled onto the blanket, feeling a little frightened, really, by the sounds of the water lapping so close to him, even if he was at least a meter and half up from it. Skii joined him, crawling over the blanket. They sat, looking at each other. Then they smiled, simultaneously, and fell upon each other, kissing wildly. Garth's tongue explored Skii's mouth, tasting his tongue and breath. They rolled over, Garth coming out on top, licking Skii's nose playfully. "You're so..." "Don't say perfect," Skii interrupted quickly. "No," Garth said, shaking his head. , "Just right." He leaned down and kissed Skii's muzzle. They rolled again, pressing furry body to furry body. "I... I've never done this with a furred male." "I've never done this with a Katckin. We're even, okay?" Skii smiled and pressed in, kissing Garth's throat. "You smell good." Garth didn't know what to say to that, so he didn't say anything; he just moaned instead. Skii kissed his way down Garth's body, finding all the little ticklish spots that made Garth moan and squirm even more. Skii's muzzle kissed the inside of his thigh, the tip of his nose drawing slowly across his scrotum. Garth's legs trembled with anticipation, but Skii just switched sides and kissed his other thigh. Garth parted his legs further, and he heard Skii laugh aloud a little. "Don't be so anxious," Skii said. "You'll get what you want." Skii kissed his balls directly, his tongue caressing the light smattering of fur that covered the scrotum, his jaws open slightly and the warm breath passing over the balls and up between Garth's thighs. Garth's cock was fully erect, poking out of its prepuce and lying firm against his belly. Skii's mouth kissed it at the base, then, one hand on each thigh for support, Skii rose and ran his tongue the length of his cock. Garth whimpered. Skii slowly tilted his head, picking up the tip of Garth's cock with his muzzle, easing down until he took all of it into his mouth and down his throat. His head swimming, Garth's hands clutched at the comforter covering to their bed. He tried to control his hips; he wanted to thrust into the warmth and wetness that surrounded him. "Skii..." Skii, his mouth full, didn't have room to talk, and instead slid down Garth's solid shaft, taking the head into the back of his throat and massaging the length of it with his tongue. Garth gasped. Inside, Garth felt surrounded. That was the only word he could think for it. He couldn't believe that a Pendorian, even a male who called Shardik "Gran," was going down on him; was that close that he could reach out and touch him. He wasn't even on Pendor at the moment, but at the even more remote world of Pandora, where few people lived and even fewer Terrans ever ventured. As he lay there, looking down the length of his body and seeing Skii's head bobbing up and down, feeling the warmth of his mouth around his cock, he felt oddly... protected. And excited. As Skii's mouth pressed down and swallowed his cock, he realized that he was already close to orgasm. He found the texture of the rope underneath the cloth and pushed against it, pulling his cock out of Skii's mouth. Skii looked up, curious, but Garth just smiled at him. "Now bear with me," he said. "I haven't done this in over a year." He slid between Skii's legs and found his cock. Although it was soft, he took it into a mouth and sucked down on it, feeling the pliable flesh on his tongue. It tasted warm and soft, but he could feel the blood pulsing within it, and as he played with it, running his tongue over it, he felt it grow and become hard. His motion changed from playing with just his tongue until he began stroking it directly, bobbing his head along the length and feeling the head reach until he almost felt like gagging. Although he preferred females, he knew he liked Skii and he could perform well with males, and he did his best. Skii moaned and said "You're doing just fine." "Thanks," Garth said, gasping for air and fighting to control his stomach. A few times his enthusiasm had led him to push down a little too far and Skii's cock hit the back of his throat, choking him slightly. As he lowered his head again, Skii stopped him. "Wait. Come here." He reached under Garth's arm and pulled him up until they were lying side by side. "You're trying too hard," he said, kissing Garth's cheek. "I just want to get sexy with you, Garth. You don't have to prove anything." "I'm not! I like going down on you, Skii." Skii laughed. "Thanks. But it feels like you're trying too hard anyway." "Maybe a little. Sorry I'm so inexperienced." "Don't worry about it. Everybody's inexperienced once in their lives. At something." He chuckled slightly. Garth could feel Skii's warm body pressed against his own. He sighed. "I know." His own erection lay against his belly and he felt a hand grope for it, then find it. "I see you're still hard." "Still horny, you mean," Garth said, nuzzling his newfound friend's throat with his muzzle. "Fuck me with it," Skii said plainly. Skii was smiling, but the request was so calm and direct it took Garth off-balance for a moment. "What?" "Fuck me, Garth," Skii said, this time teasing him a little with his voice. "Come on." He rolled over onto his stomach and jutted his ass slightly into the air. "Come on." Garth laughed. "Okay... where's that oil you said you had?" "In the bag over there." Garth looked and found the bottle Skii had mentioned. He sniffed at it, and it smelled of olive oil. He tipped the bottle over above his cock, coating it in a thick, greasy layer, then looked down at Skii's waiting ass. Pulling Skii's tail up and out of the way, he dripped oil down into the crack and smoothed it in with his fingers. "Ready?" "I've been ready for years," Skii said breathlessly. "Do it." Garth straddled Skii's thighs and, aiming downwards with one hand, pressed in. Skii whimpered slightly as Garth's cockhead found the hole and he pressed downwards. Garth felt his cock slip past the tightened sphincter and into the depths of Skii's ass. "Wow..." "What?" Skii moaned. "Just... feels good. Hot; you're so hot inside." "Glad you like it." Garth held still for a minute, then began withdrawing. He looked down between them; in the light of the overhead ring and the stars he could see his cock as a dull shadow between the curve of Skii's cheeks. He slid back in slowly, and Skii sighed, rubbing his head against the blanket in a perverse imitation of feline pleasure. Garth took that as a hint and began a slow, gently rocking of his hips, his cock sliding in and out of Skii's ass with each motion. "Ohhhhh...." Skii moaned. "That feels so good..." "It does," Garth agreed. "Harder?" "No, that's fine," Skii whispered. "Just keep it like that." "For how long?" "How long can you last?" Skii turned his head to look at Garth. Garth laughed. "We'll find out." He continued fucking Skii's wonderfully tight and experienced asshole, feeling the head of his cock slide past the sphincters and then deep into his body, feeling the heat and the soft lining of Skii's rectum stroking his cock. He closed his eyes and just pushed, feeling his hips brush against Skii's boyish buttocks on every downstroke. "Mmmm..." Skii moaned. "Wonderful." Garth opened his eyes. "I'm going to come soon." "I know," Skii replied. "Please... do..." Garth nodded, stroking at the same rate as always, slowly fucking Skii, feeling his body tighten. His balls rose in their sac, tightening against his body as his climax grew, and suddenly with a soft shudder and moan he came. He pressed his hips against Skii's butt, his cock buried deep into the young Felinzi. He leaned down and kissed the back of Skii's neck. "How was that?" "Wonderful," Skii moaned, turning over. Garth slipped out and collapsed to the blanket. Skii pulled him close. "Thank you." "You're welcome," Garth replied. "You won't be upset with me if I tell you I'd rather convince Kiza next time, would you?" "Ouch," Skii laughed. "No, I understand. You're not upset by my seduction, are you?" Garth shook his head. "I let it happen." Garth felt a sudden splash of impact against the fur of his thigh and looked down. Another struck his shoulder. "It's starting to rain. Let's get inside." Skii nodded, and the two of them collected the detrius of their lovemaking and hauled it into the cabin. "Share with me?" Skii whispered. "Gladly," Garth agreed. They took the port bunk together as the rain came down. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Heroic Measures Journal Entry 206 / 01028 Erwer, Yavar 11, 01028 "Grrr... What is wrong with me?" I swore, tossing my stylus across the desk. It ricocheted off the wall, hit me in the chest, and fell to the floor. "Damnit." "Ken? Something wrong?" Cordelia asked. I sighed. "I don't know, Del. Wish I did." I stared at the screen. "I just can't seem to bring anything to the surface today. I'm looking at the sequences and I know there are at least four methods for solving them, and I can't decide which sequence to use. All of them are trade-offs of one kind or another, and I should just settle on one. Trouble is, with the Ritans, all of the mechanisms are new to me, and I don't have one to be prejudiced towards, y'know? So I can't seem to pick any of them. I know I should just try one, see if it works in simulation, then try the others, then pick the one I like best." She nodded. Although she may not understand genetics and sequences and all that, she did understand the all-too-human problem of, well, being human. "But?" "I just can't concentrate. Not enough to start coding like that. And all of these ideas are roiling in my head and I just want to scream." I pressed the balls of my palms against my eyes, breathing deep and trying to ward off the thoughts that surrounded me. In the past few weeks, our cabin had become a sort of informal meeting place for the Ritan physical revival team. I hadn't meant for that to happen, but after a few weeks the small dozen or so members of the main team had come to expect that my living room would serve as their meeting space. I didn't really mind. I wasn't enjoying this trip at all. I'd been in space, and in this cabin, long enough on my trip from Battia back to Pendor, and now to get cooped up in it for another three months grated on me, especially after only three weeks on Pendorian soil. I had barely had a chance to tell everyone I loved "Hello." I hadn't visited Rhysh, for Osiris' sake. The crowd that occupied my cabin helped keep me sane. Here in the early part of mid-day, only Cordelia Lear had come by to visit. It felt good to have someone here, but the silence that pressed in on me from all sides finally came to too much as I sat at a big-screen terminal and tried to work. I couldn't work. She knelt beside my chair. This put her at about the same height as it would me if I stood. "Let's try again, Ken. What's bothering you?" I shook my head. "Everything. I can't write. I can't work. There's so much to do. The Rotations. The New Terra Project. The llerkin. Digging up Ritacha. Pendor." She surprised me by taking my hand. She had never been particularly familiar towards me in the past, even if we had only known each other for a few years-- all the time we had ever had. "Ken, will Paul take care of Pendor?" "Yes, but he can't write the way I can. We both know that." "So find him a ghost writer." I snorted. "Like who?" "Like David? He seems to be ghost-writing an awful lot of your articles already, if I read him right." "Let an AI editorialize Pendor?" I asked. "It's not exactly a novel idea," she said. "It's just a matter of deciding." Her hands touched my face. "Pendor is yours. Nobody will ever question that. Just as I can now say, 'Jaqui is my child.' Nobody will take that away from you or me. Let children grow up, Ken. Let Pendor run free without you." "That..." "That will take more courage than I've ever had to show. My first child is still running free through this ship, and still needing her Mom." She smiled. "And I have you to thank for that." I smiled. "Thank Rachael for blowing up the Simple Needs and getting our attention. We were both lucky in that regard. Where is Jaquenette, anyway? You know, with a name like that, she's doomed to be popular." Cordelia laughed gently. "She's in a class with some others, playing. I wanted her to be with the few children on board her own age so she would get to know them. And get to know what it's like to be around so many different species." "As for the llerkin, aren't they taking care of themselves? They've been getting along smashingly with the Han ever since we arrived. Kinship of the lost, I imagine." "'Smashingly'?" I asked, laughing. "Now there's a phrase out of history!" Hey eyebrows knitted together. "Was it the wrong word to use?" "No, no... it's just... it just betrays your Anglo-Saxon roots as being so much deeper than mine. I look human, even pale-skinned, but you, for all your height and fur and strange architecture, still speak as if you were English nobility sometimes." She shrugged. "I can't help the way everyone around me spoke." "I'm not saying you should." She tightened her grip on my hand, squeezing it once to get my attention. "Concentrate on one thing, Ken. Yourself. I've seen what's happening to you before, in Rachael. It's called stress. You do know what stress is, do you not?" I nodded. "I know it's stress. That doesn't make it any better. It's what I have to do. I know it'll be over eventually. Until then, I just have to live with it." "No," she said, "You don't. You don't have to live with it. Throw away everything that can be handled by others. You're not an ubermensch no matter how much you pretend otherwise. Beneath that nanotech-enhanced, biocybernetically wired, genetically re-engineered hide is still a human brain in a human being. The same thing is true of me. Up here, I'm no different from you. I know stress. It might not kill you, but for what you've been doing to yourself, the recovery time will be murder." She let go of my hand and glanced at the screen. "What four techniques were you considering?" "Do you understand genetic sequencing at this level?" "No." I sighed. "These four. The trade-offs are between resource load, time, and ease of incorporation into other sequences." I tried to explain. She waved me off. "Take this technique. Write it down. 'This is what I will do until twelve this afternoon. When I'm done with it, I will go on to sequence two. I will do nothing else.'" I wrote that down. "There," she continued. "That's your goal. Ignore everything else, or you'll never get anything done. This is your target." I nodded. "What will I do after twelve?" "You'll spend the rest of the day with me." That took me aback. "With you?" "Yes, with me and Jaquenette. I've never had a chance to get to know you very well, Kennet, and now I should think I'd like to." Her accent, so perfectly English it may have come from some Shakespeare production, sounded so incongruous in such a face. "Okay, I'll do that. Can I get back to work?" "Absolutely," she agreed. "Just do that one thing. And when you're done, you're done. Don't go on to another today." I nodded. Turning back around to the terminal, I banished several windows from sight, zoomed the central window up to full height and width, and set back to working on the coding sequence I had chosen. Five hours later, I had completed the initial runs. I suspected two problems with waste production, both of which I already had solutions for. I made notes on those solutions, then shut down the terminal. Turning around, I found myself alone. Not only had Cordelia left, but so had the other three or four people I had heard wander in and out during the past five hours. I had played music in my headphones for the while and barely noticed them. "Lance?" "Yes, Ken?" "Where is Cordelia Lear?" "She is approaching your cabin. Should I ask her to come in?" "No, that's okay. She's probably headed here anyway." The door opened and Cordelia and Jaquenette walked in. "Ken!" Jaqui shouted, running into me. Although not yet as tall as I, she does come from a race of giants. The impact took the wind from me. "Oof! Hi, Jaqui. How are you today?" "Fine!" the child replied. For someone only four years old, Jaqui is already the perfect coquette, knowing exactly how to look to get something out of grownups. I laughed and put her back down onto her feet. "So," I said, addressing her mother, "What do you want to do today?" "I was going to ask you that. Your workday is over, Ken. You've killed yourself enough for one day." "Well, that depends, then. I haven't eaten anything for the past six hours, so I'm starving. I could use a shower, too, since I didn't take one when I first woke up. I should look in and see what P'nyssa's up to." "P'nyssa," said the lovely fem in question as she walked through the door, "Has been invited to this little shindig, too." I walked across the room and took my love into my arms and hugged her fiercely, kissing her and receiving the warm kiss I always adored. "Hi," I said. "Hi, you," she said. "Del told me that you were having a bad day. I decided to come by and help." "And do what?" "Whatever you want." I sighed and looked at the three fems (sometimes I'm not sure around the Han, who are hermaphroditic. It's hard to ignore breasts as a sign of femininity, I'm so used to them, but Jaquenette looked like a young boy. I still refuse to use the term 'herm') around me. "That's the trouble. I don't want to do anything except work towards to goal of being done." "Well, we'll think of something. Come on. We're going swimming." "Swimming?" I asked. "Yeah, swimming," P'nyssa said, taking my arm. "You know, getting into the public pool?" I laughed. "So be it." We made our way down to the swimming area. Although I had only been here a few times during the last voyage, I felt like I knew the place pretty well. The solid floor was almost painfully stippled to prevent slipping-- on the other hand, any child toppling over was almost guaranteed a bloody knee. I don't know if I considered the trade-off all that welcome. But it did seem to work, and bloodied knees were preferable to cracked skulls in anyone's vocabulary. I slipped into the swimming pool gratefully. Much to my surprise, Jaquenette insisted on wearing some sort of suit to go swimming. "Since when do your children have modesty?" I asked Cordelia. "I don't know where she got that from. She'll probably take it off as soon as she realizes she's the only one who's not naked." I glanced around-- the area was pretty empty. Six mels all gathered around the hot tub, about a dozen people in the large swimming area proper, nobody in either the sauna or the steam room, nobody in the exercise space overhead. P'nyssa gravitated over to the mels, who, I later learned, were part of the medical team-- the largest contingent we had on board. The Handele was on a medical rescue operation. The ship bulged with cargo for the Ritan archaeological expedition, including a number of replacements and additions for the planetside crew, but her earlier contingent of over a thousand had been replaced with only four hundred or so, and portions of the ship lay silent and idle. "You're depressed," Cordelia said. "Professional opinion?" "The concern of a friend," she said. She hovered supine near to me, her long body even more impressive laid out like that. Her breasts bobbed in the water, the fur around them swaying with her arms as she lazily kept herself on the surface. Her cock, a comfortably large specimen to my perspective, but average for a Han, also broke the surface like a snake. Her flawless red fur, like P'nyssa's indigo, had been trimmed short as part of her effort to keep it out of a patient's insides should she find herself pressed into surgery. "Yeah, I am. I feel like I'm being kept apart from what I really want by the circumstances around me. I really want to rest, Cordelia." "I know how that feels," she muttered. "When PRAIOR hit, I knew I would never see another quiet day of rest for a long, long time." I smiled. "Are you getting rest now?" She nodded. "Yes I am." "Good!" I said. She pivoted to stand up. Standing, her torso came out of the water just below the hips, whereas I was probably up to my chest right here. The size of the Han still surprise me. I'm not quite used to creatures nearly four meters tall walking around, despite all my experience with Centaurs, who often seem to be in a category all their own. The fact that every Han is hung like a... well, not like a Centaur, more a like a Ssphynx, and that means every one... is still more than enough to fill my fantasies for another century or so. I glanced over at the steam room. "I think I'm going to go warm up." She followed my gaze. "Never been in one." "If you wanna try it out, come on, then. Where's Jaqui?" "I found her," Cordelia said, pointing her out in one corner of the pool with two others about her age. She had removed her suit. "I think she'll be okay. Lance, if Jaqui asks for me, tell her where we are." "I shall use my discretion, as always." I climbed out of the pool-- Cordelia merely stepped. The steamroom was as I had observed before: empty. Little more than a white-tiled hallway with two wide benches made of marble on either side, it felt wonderfully warm , especially after the swimming pool. I hadn't felt quite so warm and enveloped as I did right there in that hot, steamy bath. I sat down on one of the benches with my legs crossed, closed my eyes, and merely sighed. "Good." "It's nice," she said. "You can feel it when you breathe." "Yeah," I smiled. "That's something I especially appreciate. You can take it into your lungs and really feel it." I looked across at her. "Is it just me, or is there a certain amount of tension around here?" She laughed. "You noticed." "You're the only Han on board," I pointed out. "You and Jaquenette. You must be feeling out of place. I'm feeling out of place. Are you feeling out of place?" "A little," she admitted. "I'm learning. People on board, especially the Terrans, always asking me questions." She sighed. "I owe you an apology, by the way." "Oh? What for?" "For the last four years, I guess," she said. "I have this nagging sensation that I have been a nuisance to you." I blinked. "What? Hell, if anything, you were a blessing to me, Del. You stayed out of the way when that was the right thing to do, and you got in the way when that was the right thing to do. More than once, you offered the best solution. You let P'nyssa teach you how to do midwifery, which must have been hard to admit-- that she was better qualified to birth Han babies than you were." She shrugged. "It was difficult but I don't think you would expect me to do otherwise. We could not afford to lose a single child in birth nor a single mother. P'nyssa and Tella were our best hope." "Good call, doctor," I chuckled. I pushed myself off the bench with a jerk, letting momentum carry me across the room, and landed solidly beside her. I leaned my head against her arm as a gesture of friendship. "You've been fine. Rachael has been a pain in the ass, but that's her job." Cordelia giggled. "Yes, that is. That's what the boss does." Her large hand came down and surrounded my thigh, squeezing back. "Thank you, Del." "For?" "Dunno. For not being afraid." "I am afraid," she said. "I'm afraid that I'll come between what you and Lindsay have, for one thing. I'm afraid that I'll muck this up and you will never speak to me again." "What Lindsay and I have is a friendship and love that doesn't need renewing all the time, and that you just can't come between. She has Olivia and Maia and that's what she wants. She's off to her own life. What's important about Lindsay is that she's come to learn that she is a whole person, even if she isn't the person who died one day on New Haven." "That must be so hard to live with." "I don't think so." I asked. "We wake up every morning and we can't be sure of what we were yesterday. Lindsay's version of that is just a little more present in her mind. But she's managed. She has lovers, friends, and now a child, with a second on the way. Bless her, Del, for being what she is. There's a Ritan who's going to go through the same thing soon." Del nodded. "So you like me?" I laughed. "Will you jump up and down if I say yes?" "No, but it would give me a warm and fuzzy feeling." I cracked up. Which I imagine is what she intended. Those words wrapped around that accent just didn't add up completely. "You're already fuzzy and it's already warm, but okay... Del, I like you a lot." "I like you, too." She inhaled the hot air, held it, then let it out. "And there goes a great deal of tension with that confession." I looked up at her, giving her my best puzzled expression. She explained, "I didn't know how to say that." She shrugged. "When I was a little girl, fem--" "You can say girl. It translates." "Okay, when I was a little girl, I heard stories about you. Stories about how you were one of the most powerful men in the universe. I used to sit on Sarah Greave's knee and listen to her talk about the world she'd left behind. You were never far from her thoughts." I smiled with sad memories, visualizing the young English woman with dark brown hair who had so passionately adored and denounced me half a millennia ago. We had met several times and each time I felt like she engaged in a kind of uncomfortable hero worship. I felt she wanted so much to be me but not on the terms I had paid. I looked down at Cordelia's hand. She wore a ring on her thumb, third, and fourth fingers. "Del? I've never asked a Han before. What do the rings mean?" I pointed to her hand. "I'm told it's from Ireland. That's a national region on Terra." I nodded. I knew of it. "Each finger represents something and you wear rings for each one. It's a rhyme." She pointed to her fourth finger (is that the pinkie finger on a four-fingered person?). "One is for sorrow, two is for mirth, three is for passion, and four is for birth." Her voice had a beautiful lilt. "I like it. Do you always wear the first ring? I've never seen anyone without a sorrow ring." "I don't think any of the thirty-seven survivors will ever be without them. We lost too many friends. I think we'll all always wear it. And the second, too, probably. We have a lot to be happy about today." "Good. That will make a lot of people on Pendor happy to hear. And the other two?" "Well, the one around the thumb means you've had a child. And this one is for when you're in love." She grinned. "I'm not in love right now. Olivia's probably wearing one of these, though." I nodded, rolling my eyes. "That is one of the most unlikely relationships I've ever put together. I can't believe how well they get along. And I think that if they ever broke up, Olivia would spend a lot of time putting her desires for a penis as big as Lindsay's out of her mind." We were silent together. "Feeling more normal?" Cordelia asked. "No," I sighed. "Still feeling like my head is stuffed, like I have nothing to laugh about and nobody to talk to. And what's so weird is that I have you to talk to. I just feel... humorless, you know? I haven't had a good laugh in way too long." "You're working too hard and too long, Ken." I sighed. "I know. And I don't even know why I'm doing it." Cordelia tilted her head down and looked at me. In a Han, that's a literal gesture. The Han have very long and supple necks-- Cordelia's was almost thirty centimeters long, and the loose skin about it made it possible, even simple for her to turn her head 180 degrees and look behind her, or stick it out and down at me. "You're saving the Terrans, the llerkin, the Han, and the Ritans. Isn't that what you want to do?" I avoided the question. "Are you hot?" She nodded. "Yes. Going into the pool?" "No, but I wouldn't mind us sitting down and talking out there. You can watch Jacqui." We got up and walked out of the steam room. Although heaters kept the pool area warm enough to walk about naked, compared to the steam room it was a blast of cool air as I stepped out. We found a table and sat down. "Lance, could you bring me something cool to drink?" "Preference?" "Root beer," I chuckled. "I haven't had that in a long time." "Done. And for you, Cordelia?" "Iced tea, Lance. Thank you." "My pleasure." A minute later, a short Mustela dropped the drinks off at my table. His downward arrow of white fur that descended over the head and terminated just under his chin revealed his rare grison genes and I found myself admiring the large lump that he barely contained in a pair of cutoffs. "Here you are. Beer for you, Ken?" "Thanks... ?" "Oeter," he said. "And an ice tea for you." He dropped them off and disappeared as efficiently as he had appeared. His retreat revealed an equally desirable pair of buttocks. "Pretty," I commented. "I should be used to that by now," she mentioned. "You staring at everything that moves." "Was I staring?" I blinked. "I guess I was. There might yet be hope for me. The second I start noticing other people, I know I'm on my way to a cure." "This has happened before?" I nodded. "Happens every once in a while. Usually when I don't know where I am in respect to a project and I don't know where I'm going with it. I really don't know what I'm going to say to those two males down in sickbay when we wake them up and I don't know what I'm going to say to the hundred who first wake up. All I can do is hope and pray that I do the right thing." I took a sip of the beer, the choked. "Wow. Good." "May I?" I handed her the glass. She took a sip, made a face, then put it down. "Too sweet." "Suit yourself," I said. "Can I join you?" said P'nyssa's voice over my shoulder. "Sure, sweetheart," I said. "Pick a chair." She pulled one over and sat with us. "Doctor Lear has described you as being depressed. That sounds about right. I suggest a cure." "And that would be?" "The both of us. Tonight." "That's a cure I can live with!" It was hard to say that around a smile. "What if the cure doesn't take?" Cordelia took my hand. "We'll repeat as necessary." "Treatment could require a significant investment on the part of the medical staff," I pondered. "We are willing to go to heroic measures for the patient," Cordelia intoned seriously. "I see," I said, laughing. "What do we start with?" "We'll start eventually," P'nyssa said. "By the way, I talked to an old friend of mine, Jim at Fahrring Castle. Remember him?" The name didn't ring a bell but I'm terrible with names. She caught the thought easily-- for some reason our telepathy had been working well on this trip. "Anyway, we talked about you. Gossipy things. I mentioned Tylia. He knows her." "Coincidence?" I asked. "No," she said thoughtfully. "It seems Miss Mehran isn't telling you something." "She's a telepath?" "No," P'nyssa said, dragging out the mystery. "We don't know what she is." That "we" sent a creep up my spine, reminding me again that 'paths sometimes think of themselves as a cohesive identity separate from the rest of us, "the locked" as they sometimes call those of us who are closed up into our own skulls. "How can you not know?" "Psi isn't an exact science. We can't easily measure it on a scale or with a machine. We test, we try things, we see what works. He says we tried a lot of things on her and she did okay as a receiver but she can't listen; she not an empath or a sympath or a sender. She's definitely not a 'teek or 'tech. A 'teep in the room said she was doing all the tests honestly but nothing was happening." "So how do you assume she's a 'path at all? Lots of people can receive without having any measurable talent." "Because when a powerpath touches her, he feels a definite drain. She has an opening of the way and she uses power for it." P'nyssa shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe she's just a ground." Rarely, 'paths were born with no talents at all. They could create the 'pathic sensations (nobody with talent has ever been able to explain to me clearly exactly what that means) and they drain from powerpaths but they couldn't actually do anything with it. "Jim doesn't think so." "Why not?" P'nyssa waited before answering, glancing over to Cordelia, who had been listening intently but without comment. "Because he said she was afraid during the tests. Afraid of what the testers might find, he thinks." "Afraid of what she might be?" "Maybe," she said. "He didn't know. I don't either." "So should I be careful?" I asked. "Worried?" "You should be informed," P'nyssa said while glancing at her watch. "Because he told me something else. Two years ago, when she had just turned eleven, another child in the village where she lived committed suicide. He was fourteen." "Coincidence?" I asked. "Teenage suicides are sad, but they happen." "Could be. Anyway, apparently the day before he did it, he and Tylia had some kind of fight." "But the town AI doesn't think anything happened?" She shook her head. "No, the AI reported nothing suspicious at all." "I'll be careful. It's probably just coincidence, though." She nodded, then glanced up at a clock on the wall. "Ohmifah, it's fifteen already." My insides greeted the announcement with a pronounced rumble. Putting aside the serious news for now, I said, "Sounds like it's getting to be around dinnertime." "Only in your stomach," P'nyssa replied, grinning. "Considering how you've managed to stuff yourself at both ends and still ask for more in the past, it's no surprise that you're hungry now. When was the last time you ate?" I felt sure with her authority as a doctor she had already acquired that information from Lance. It took me a moment to recall that, other than a small bowl of popcorn around six or so, I hadn't eaten anything since a hefty breakfast. Considering the Pendorian jacked-up metabolism, I wondered why I hadn't felt hungry before now. "Breakfast," I finally admitted. "Mm-hmm," she nodded. "You need food." "I'll cook," I offered. "No, you won't. I've already had dinner delivered to our cabin." "What?" "You'll see." "Shall we go?" "I need to see to Jaqui," Cordelia said. "I'll catch up with you in a minute." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Where is everybody?" I asked as we walked into the cabin. Usually, there were a few people just lounging around. "I told them to clear out," P'nyssa said pointedly. The smell told me instantly what P'nyssa chose for dinner. "Pizza?" "Two forty-five centimeter pizzas, one Sicilian, one Napoli. The Sicilian has pepperoni." She grinned. "And the Napoli is ham and pineapple." "Gross!" I protested. "A blatant violation of the salt-sugar law!" Cordelia appeared at the door. "What's the salt-sugar law?" "Hi, Del. The basic rule of cooking for mels. Never mix salt and sugar. Don't put whipped cream on nachos, or peanuts in ice-cream." I laughed. "It's not really a rule. But sometimes it needs to be invoked." I gave P'nyssa my best glare. "Like when someone contaminates good mozzarella with pineapple!" "But it's good pineapple," P'nyssa giggled. She opened the top box. "This one's yours." She slid the box to the side and opened the one underneath. "Better!" She passed a piece to Cordelia while I took some of my own. The Han ate one slice of hers, then one of mine, and decided she liked mine better. "He's right, Nyss. The sweet pineapple just is not appropriate." "See?" I said. "Told you you were heathen." I ate at least five pieces, so much that I could barely move afterwards. My system slowly percolated as carbohydrates entered my bloodstream. I started to feel better. "Whoof," I said, lying back against the couch. "I'm full." I looked over at the two of them. P'nyssa barely stood half of Cordelia's height, and probably one fifth her weight. Cordelia's people had an essentially feline fur color scheme, and Cordelia had perfect red fur that complimented her golden eyes, but that mixed with a body nearly four meters in length, half a meter making up her neck. The Han have very large eyes which seem to stare at you even when their owner isn't, and a short, feline muzzle tipped with an almost mustelid nose. All in all, a most peculiar mix. And they had head hair. I said, "You know, you have beautiful hair. Getting the American Shorthair fur coloring into such long tresses must have been quite a feat. Either that or totally unexpected." "I don't think they meant for me to look like this," Cordelia said. "I was told once that they hoped for the best with us, not knowing what they'd really have." "They got very lucky." Her ears flattening slightly in embarrassment. "I'm glad you think so." I stood up and walked towards her. She sat on the floor, but her head was even with my own. She had just to tilt upwards a few centimeters to look into my eyes. I kissed her. She kissed back, her mouth opening soon to allow our tongues to meet. Her tongue felt huge against my own, yet neither of us balked. I felt heat rising in me and I felt it radiating from her. While much of my desire felt raw and physical, some of it definitely came just because I liked Cordelia. Which felt odd to me because I had never really done much with her. Unlike Lindsay, who I knew well, Cordelia had mostly tried to stay out of my way. Her hands clasped my hips while we kissed. It still felt weird. I wasn't used to sleeping with giants. I was standing, and she sat with her butt on the ground, and yet we were able to kiss, but her hands on my hands pulled downwards with the kind of weight I usually felt when someone was giving me head. I felt warm mittens upon my back as P'nyssa touched me. I stopped kissing Cordelia long enough to say, "Let's get naked again." "Good idea," P'nyssa replied. Cordelia didn't even stand as she rolled and tossed off the short shorts she wore. P'nyssa tore off her robe and threw it aside, and my jeans joined it in one corner of the room. She headed for the bedroom. I grinned at Cordelia. "After spending the afternoon with you two naked, this isn't as exciting as I would have thought." I looked over Cordelia appreciatively. The perfect red fur of her body covered everything, even the incautious patch of untrimmed fur that hid her prepuce from my sight. I smiled. "You know, if we could find a Ssphynx with perfect Persian White, we could turn you three into a French flag." P'nyssa returned from the bedroom, tossing a large, fluffy quilt blanket onto the floor and taking a seat on it. "There." I sat down next to her. We entered into what I sometimes think of as The Awkward Moments, when nobody is quite sure what they're going to do in all of this. Sometimes that's negotiated-- like, tonight, I would have expected the two of them to take control, as P'nyssa had hinted at earlier. But they didn't have a plan, and neither did I. Cordelia sat down next to me and didn't allow the Awkward Moment to last very long. She put a massive paw on my shoulder and pulled me close to her. With her long, sinuous neck, she was able to kiss me without having to bend over very much at all, although I was craning my neck upwards to meet her. Her large tongue met mine. She was an enthusiastic and unrestrained a kisser as P'nyssa. As we kissed that heat rose between us once more. I could feel her desire. I wanted her. She wanted me. I heard, or perhaps felt, P'nyssa maneuvering behind me, and what she was doing to Cordelia I have no idea, but it made Cordelia shudder with delight and moan loudly against my mouth. P'nyssa answered my inquisitiveness with a simple "She's as hung as Aaden, Ken. And she's only average!" I giggled and looked down. Cordelia's ears lowered again. "Are you blushing?" I asked, watching her nose darken as she nodded. "Why? You're average." "It's big." "No, Aaden is big for his size. You are average for your size. The fact that you're about as big as my lover means that I'd be able to take you without much difficulty." I grinned. "If that's what you want." "Actually," she said, starting to push me down to the blanket, "I want you." I lay down on my back. She lay beside me, her head over my lap, and without much pause took my cock into her mouth. I gasped. Her tongue, large against my tongue, now literally swaddled my cock. Her mouth was hot and she kept her teeth away from my cock. She positioned herself next to me, in what would have been an inviting position if she had been anywhere near my scale. As it was, I could barely reach her cock if I extended my arms up above my head as far as I could, but her breasts, average-sized domes of loveliness against her chest, were well within reach at just about my shoulders. I looked down and noticed that her head was as wide as my pelvis, her muzzle large enough to take both my cock and my balls inside it. Her soft tongue worked on my shaft without her having to move very much. I was in heaven. The closest experience to this was receiving head from a Pamthreat, with their large, variform tongues. Cordelia's head bobbed up and down very slowly, letting her tongue do most of the work on my cock. My hands were in her hair, which fell down across my belly and chest in soft, flowing cascades of red. She was so good. I caught myself breathing hard. Cordelia suddenly stopped, a whimper glowing from inside her. I wondered what had happened, then tilted my head back to look down at her crotch. P'nyssa was doing something with her hands. She winked at me. I closed my eyes and just lay there, enjoying the sensations of Cordelia's mouth. She played with my cock, rolling it about with her tongue. She kept taking both my balls and my cock into her mouth. I was nowhere near big enough to choke her, a fact for which I was grateful. I wondered if she would be surprised to learn that I probably wouldn't choke on her, either. I felt my cock throb with need in response to her sucking. She had me much closer to orgasm than I wanted to be. "Del... close." I figured she deserved a little warning. It didn't stop her, and I knew I was going to come when the palm of her huge hand slipped up between my legs and lifted me towards her mouth. I felt like I was being eaten alive, and in a moment of blinding pleasure and need I came. Her tongue milked my cock, making me come all the harder, making it last just a little longer. I felt Cordelia's hand relax, and I seemed to slip out of her grip in a kind of slow motion as she rolled away from me, onto her back. I looked down to see P'nyssa playing with her, but I couldn't see what. After a few seconds of pleasurable aftershocks, I crawled over to see that she had managed to slip an entire mitten into Cordelia's cunt. She was slowly turning and twisting her fleshy, boneless mitt inside her, making her squirm. I looked down at Cordelia's cock and decided that turnabout was fair play. "May I?" I asked, directing my comment at P'nyssa. "You may," she giggled. I leaned over Cordelia's crotch and licked along the hardened length of her cock. It was a lovely cock, the same dark brown shade as her nose, relatively smooth. I could see one thick vein running up the underside from out of her prepuce, but other than that it was a straight, smooth shaft. I took the tip of it into my mouth (it didn't really have a clear head) and began working my way down the length. "Oh, God," Cordelia groaned. "Ken, you can't..." "Mmm-hmm..." I managed to say around the thick shaft I was now working towards the back of my throat. It eased itself in. My eyes looked down the length of it, down between her legs to where P'nyssa's ten was sticking out of her cunny. What a complex creature she is, with both sets of genitals like that. I swallowed hard, inhaled deeply through my nose, and then swallowed again, this time lunging forwards just a little bit, just enough to get the tip of her cock down my throat and past the valve that regulates eating from breathing. She gasped again as my lips closed around the opening of her sheath, pushed against it, took just a little bit more of her. Her body shuddered. P'nyssa was almost fucking Cordelia with her hand, and I could hear both of them moaning, P'nyssa intelligibly. "That's it, Del. Come on. Little more." Cordelia gasped hard. "Oh, God, oh..." I pulled off her cock until the tip was again in the back of my throat, exhaled once, inhaled once, and then slid that cock of hers back down my throat where I could feel it. Her belly tensed hard, and with a powerful thrash she exploded, her cock pulsing come down my throat. I pulled back just enough to get one shot of it against my tongue. I gasped, proud of myself, happy for her, wondering what was going through her mind as P'nyssa relaxed. "Ease up, Del, ease up," P'nyssa said. "You okay?" "I shall be," Cordelia gasped. "I don't believe you two! Do you come as a matched set all the time?" I giggled. "No, not usually, even. Why?" "That... that was the most amazing thing I've felt in... ages! You had your whole hand inside me!" P'nyssa shrugged. "I have small mittens without any bones in them, and you have a cunt for penises that size," she said, pointing at Cordelia's softening member. "And I wouldn't be impressed with Ken's ability, either. It's the result of centuries of practice." I laughed. "Hey, I'm still impressed with that ability!" P'nyssa giggled. "I'm sure you are, dear. Your ego is easily inflated." I shook my head but smiled at her comment. Once, her words would have bitten. Now, they were just part of the background noise. Sometimes I do need to be reminded that my ego can easily get out of hand. She glanced down between my legs. "As is your cock, Ken. Ready for second?" I hadn't even noticed. "Huh? Yeah, sure. But you haven't come yet!" "I'll take care of that," Cordelia mentioned softly. "Lie down, doctor. This won't hurt a bit." P'nyssa looked at me. We had an oral sex enthusiast in our midst. Good, that made three of us. Cordelia stretched out along the length of the floor, half her body off the rug as she descended between P'nyssa's legs. Knowing how talented her tongue was, I figured P'nyssa was in for a treat. I gathered some scattered throw pillows and leaned against them, slowly stroking my cock as I watched them. It did look a little like Cordelia was trying to literally eat and swallow P'nyssa, the difference in their sizes was that drastic. P'nyssa looked like a morsel caught within some giant's muzzle, which in a sense she was. But I decided that I couldn't keep my hands off of them. Cordelia's tail swished back and forth rapidly, gleefully as slurping sounds came from where she met P'nyssa. I caught it with one hand and pinned it down. She tugged at it a few times, but didn't let it interfere with what she was currently involved in. I rose and slid between her legs, releasing her tail and letting it swing freely back and forth. Cordelia's buttocks invited me to touch them, caress them. They weren't particularly special, not like the inverted heart-shape of P'nyssa's or the tight boyishness of Nishipo's, but I still like asses and Cordelia's were inviting. I stroked her fur softly, running my fingers over the wide, gentle curves of her overscale body, letting my fingertips probe between her cheeks. A soft "Oh!" let me know that I had hit upon a good formula. With delicate pressure from both hands I parted her cheeks, exposing the tiny dark-brown hole. Even though her body was upscale compared to the average hominid, her anus still performed the same function and still had the same ultimate requirement: a hermetic seal when not in use. I bent over and nuzzled her ass with my mouth, kissing first the spot where tail met body, then down a centimeter until my lips hovered barely out of contact with her flesh. She trembled once, and when my lips kissed her hole she groaned in pleasure. She didn't stop or question me, and I figured I had found a fair target. I licked softly, letting my tongue describe slow, careful circles about her anus. She let her hips pump slowly in response to my actions, telling me with gestures that I was doing what she wanted, or at least what she was willing to accept. P'nyssa, typically silent during oral sex, was clearly enjoying what Cordelia was doing, letting out small moans of her own. I pressed with my tongue against that tight hole, spreading it open. The taste was musky but clean; after a good shower and an afternoon in the swimming pool, there was little chance of there being anything unpleasant on her. I licked and probed, deeper, spreading open her asshole. A familiar, loud moan told me that P'nyssa had come under Cordelia's tongue. I looked up just in time to see her body fall back to the blanket, exhausted. I didn't interfere in what they were doing at all, just allowed myself to watch. "Ken," Cordelia said. "Get inside me. In my ass." I was a little surprised, but then I'd been spending the last ten minutes or so seducing her butthole. On my knees, I parted her legs slightly, and I pressed my cock between her cheeks. With a little pressure, it slid in. "Oh, my!" Cordelia gasped, in that English accent. I almost giggled. "It's so... different!" "Does it hurt?" P'nyssa asked. "Not at all! Oh, Ken, please..." I slowly slid in deeper, letting her anus grip my cock. I had managed to loosen her hole with my tongue so completely that she was ready to allow me to do anything. I placed my hands on her back, just at her pelvis (where else was I to put them?) and began stroking back and forth. Gods, it was weird. Good, but weird. She looked so big, even compared to Lindsay, that I didn't know what to make of it. My cock, on the other hand, knew exactly what was going on; it was surround by a hot, tight hole, and as I fucked Cordelia's asshole I closed my eyes and concentrated on the solid feeling of her firm buttocks. With each stroke, I bounced against her. Her tail whipped back and forth against my belly. When I opened my eyes I could see my cock disappearing between her asscheeks with each thrust. I gave P'nyssa a smile and she gave it back as her hands caressed Cordelia's head. Cordelia, for her part, was giving out little whimpers as her hips pumped and met me with every time I pushed into her. I was surprised at how hot she felt, how much she responded to being assfucked. It didn't matter. I wasn't lasting this time. And that was probably for the best, since I had just taken one of her virginities. I lay down against her back, my head barely between her shoulderblades, and let my hips do all the work, fucking her hard. In only a few more second, I came, hard. "Oh... oh my," I gasped, and then laughed. I had just said the same thing I had thought sounded so odd coming from Cordelia. As I slid out of her, I checked and my cock came out clean. P'nyssa tossed me a towel anyway, and I wiped myself off. The towel was warm, damp, and smelled of fresh lemons. "Thanks," I said as I eased myself out from between Cordelia's legs and collapsed next to them. "You okay?" "I thought that was going to hurt! It was wonderful!" "After a few minutes of analingus, you just seemed to be ready." "I was! Thank you!" She pulled me towards her and hugged me. I felt like a rag doll in her powerful grip. "Hey," I said, laughing, "You're very welcome. I'm the one who got to come." "It felt like I was just having one long, soft orgasm while you were inside me. It was amazing." "No, Cordelia, you're amazing." I looked over at the table, grabbed myself a piece of cold pizza, and stuffed it into my face. "Anyone else want a piece?" "Yes, please," Cordelia replied. P'nyssa brought out three bottles. I took the root beer again, they both took fruit juices. "He never eats well," P'nyssa said, shaking her head. "I should probably head back to my cabin soon," Cordelia said. "Why? What did you do with Jaqui?" "She's staying with a friend tonight. But you don't have a bed big enough for me, surely." "Wanna bet?" P'nyssa said with a grin. "We could sleep four centaurs comfortably in our bed." "Truthfully?" "Come see," she said, standing up. She offered her hand to Cordelia, then realized what a pointless gesture that would have been. The Han stood up and followed her to the bedroom. "I guess I will spend the night," she said after looking at the bed. "I could use the bathroom right now, though." "Right through there," P'nyssa pointed. 'It, however, probably isn't sized for you." "I'll make it fit." While she was in there, P'nyssa sat down next to me. "Well?" "I think we'll need a second dose, probably. I hope that won't be too much burden, Doctor." "No, I don't think it will." She giggled. "Come on. Let's wait for her in bed." I rose and followed. It was an interesting experience, sleeping next to such a large, humanoid body. It wasn't like being with a 'taur, because their bodies are shaped differently and I had come to expect those difference. Even though the tallest Uncia reach three meters, not a few of the tallest Han reach four. But she was a comforting, friendly presence, and after a half hour of my just lying next to her and admiring her, touching her, and getting willing coos from her when I did, I finally drifted off. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- P'nyssa's Child, Conception Journal Entry 019 / 00264 Elenya, Narrin 18, 00264 The change in weather from the Castle to wherever it was D'israeli lived was dramatic. We went from frozen midwinter to high summer on apparently a high plain, grass and a few scraggly trees stretched out for miles around us. To the south there was an odd haze like a band of mirage that I couldn't make out. Also in that direction I could see smoke, so I guessed that was the direction of the settlement. Actually, that made sense. This stepping disk was associated with only one settlement and the tree associated with this disk was on the opposite side of it from the smoke. "Twenty kilometers, huh?" P'nyssa said. "Something like that." "Then we should start walking." And walk we did. It should have taken us nearly five hours to reach the settlement. As we walked if the haze got any clearer, I couldn't tell. We didn't speak much as we walked. We had walked the first four hours when I saw some dust being kicked up and I turned to my left to see what it was. There were four large beings on four equally oversized horses riding our way. I focused on them. Uncia? Out here? For that matter, I didn't know where "here" was. For all I knew, we were on or near the Uncia climatorial bands, in which case Rael shouldn't been living out here. They rode up and heeled their horses to a stop. The one in the lead spoke Quen. "Greetings, Friend. What brings you here?" I replied in the growls, hisses and spits of traditional Unciati. "Good day, Uncia. We seek D'israeli Mittleson." "Then you will find him living with us, over by our camp. Would you like a lift? I am called RRawl." "We would very much. I am Shardik, and this in P'nyssa." At the mention of my name, the Uncia began to talk among themselves. "We would be honored by your presence, Father," RRawl said in Uncia. "Thank you." I said. I walked forward towards the horse. He held down an arm and hoisted me onto the saddle behind him. The one to his left helped P'nyssa onto her horse. He wheeled the horse back towards the smoke. "Tell me," he said, "what brings you to D'israeli's home?" "It is a personal matter of my..." I searched for the word in Uncia to describe my relationship with P'nyssa. I couldn't find one, so I switched to Quen, "Coimelin," literally, "The love of my life." "I see. I would invite you to dinner, but I fear what we eat would not be palatable to you." In Quen, so P'nyssa would understand, I said "I could eat your food, RRawl," and out of the corner of my eye I could see P'nyssa making NO motions with her mittens. I laughed and continued, "but I'm afraid my coimelin's stomach is not so experienced." RRawl roared with laughter and said, "I appreciate that. Very well. You will dine with D'israeli tonight, but join us for a meal sometime." "I will do that. Would you wish me for a hunt?" "You will not slow us down?" "Do my best." "Rumor has it you once hunted with Lukas." Lukas was the only human who participated in the Uncia rituals of combat and territory. He rarely lost. "The rumor is true. With him I killed the pamthreats who threatened the centaur town of Minya." Yeah, and I almost died in the process. Lukas came out with nary a scratch. Bastard. "Then I would be pleased to have you hunt with us." "Thank you, Uncia." We had reached the outer fence of the encampment. We rode in and RRawl said, "You'll find the route to D'israeli's home over there," pointing to a short route that led... To a cliff. The "haze" I'd been noticing was a cliff. This enormous plain that stretched for apparently hundreds of miles was on top of a cliff, and D'israeli apparently lived at the bottom of this. "He lives in your Faryth?" I asked. RRawl nodded his affirmative. "But, what's down there?" "Rainforest." "You're kidding." "No. The drop is 2536 meters." I whistled. What sort of geologic oddity had created this? "How long does this rift run?" "There is a saltwater ocean 2500 klicks that way. The rift and the landbed below meet about 1800 klicks that way. The rift runs exactly along the northern border of the southern Uncia climate band." "I'm impressed. Wait. We are not in Uncia land?" "Not here." "And D'israeli lives in the Uncia lands?" "Yes." "Very strange. And this sort of happened, right?" The Uncia looked at me strangely, then nodded. "I've read your papers, Shardik. You always declare you are not the wise man we make you out to be. But you occasionally do have flashes of wisdom." I blushed, I think. Praise from a Uncia is praise indeed, even if, as Shardik, I'm used to faint praise. I had no idea what he meant by his words, though. "Thanks, RRawl." I turned to P'nyssa and said, "Ready?" "As ready as I'll ever be," she replied, with a nervous tremor in her voice. "Then lets go. Thank you for your aid, Uncia RRawl." "A pleasure, Father Shardik." P'nyssa and I shouldered our packs, walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down. It did indeed look like it dropped for klicks. To one side we saw the mechanism of descent; a stairway carved out of the rock with disintegrators and fusers. We began our slow climb downward. We reached the bottom after about three hours of careful descent. It wasn't that much of a problem; it was, after all, just a staircase. But it was a long drop, two and half kilometers. Like all things on Pendor, the forest was on a grand scale, disappearing at the limit of vision in a haze of green forest-top and white clouds or mist. But a steady stream of wood smoke issued from down at the floor of the staircase, and I was somewhat grateful that Rael hadn't built too far from the stairs. The idea of walking any distance through what Uncia use as a hunting ground didn't appeal to me, not with P'nyssa following. I figured though that the lands immediately about the stairwell had been cleared of anything dangerous. When we reached the bottom, we did indeed find Rael's house. It had all the modern conveniences, as far as I could see. It looked like a two-floor building of wooden construction, but to one side was the ubiquitous wooden hut with rad symbol, a Rigg's fusion reactor. Also apparent above the hut was a tall fresh-water condenser, and next to that a radio antenna. I wondered where the gravity antenna was; probably in the hut with the Rigg's. "Do we knock?" I asked. "Guess so," P'nyssa responded. She walked through the front gate to the door. I followed. She did indeed find a large brass knocker on the door, and knocked three times. There was sound of scrambling inside, and a feminine voice saying something in Quen I couldn't quite make out. The door was thrown open. There, standing in the door, was the oldest-looking Tindal I'd ever seen. His apparent age must be a cosmetic decision, I thought. Nobody had to look that old if they didn't want to; being unaging, apparent age was always a cosmetic decision. He looked up and snapped, "Who are you?" "Rael? Don't you recognize me?" P'nyssa asked. He looked at her closely and said, "P'nyssa? P'nyssa Traken?" She nodded. "What are you doing here?" He sounded genuinely pleased to see her. "We came to visit." "Wonderful, wonderful. And who are you?" I was taken aback. He doesn't recognize me? Who is he to demand my identity like that? Wait a minute. I was getting high and mighty again. I regained my composure and made a mental note to do something about that touch of arrogance I was developing. "How do you do, Dr. D'israeli. I am Kennet Shardik." It was his turn to be surprised. "I'm... I apologize, Shardik. I had no idea. Come in, come in." He turned and said "Dagmar! We have guests! You can stand down the surgery!" He turned back to us and said, "You see, when somebody knocks at the door like that, it's usually the Uncia returning from a hunting party with wounded." I nodded. An apparently younger femTindal walked into the room. Rael took a place between us and said "Dagmar, this is P'nyssa Traken, and this is Shardik himself." Dagmar looked us over with an air of complete control; apparently, we were in her house, and that was that. "I'm pleased to meet you." However, physically she was quite attractive. Well-defined but just slightly overweight. "How do you do?" she asked. "It's nice to meet you. I've heard quite a bit about you, P'nyssa. Rael was quite taken with you in the early years." "He was?" P'nyssa asked, querulous. Rael coughed and said "Ahem, well, yes. Be serious, P'nyssa, you were the woman of choice back then." "I was such a bitch then, Rael." "But that's what made you so interesting. Nobody understood you, least of all me, and with those exotic markings about your eyes, you were considered gorgeous. It's nice to see you've become a fine young woman, P'nyssa. And to have landed THE prize male on the planet." It was my turn to cough. "So," Rael continued, "We don't get many visitors. What brings you two out this far? Just a pleasant visit?" "Actually, Rael," P'nyssa began, "I'm going to have another child." "Wonderful! But that's not the reason for your visit, is it? Or is it?" His voice had just a hint of suspicion in it. P'nyssa's never been long on tact and delay. "I want you to be the father." Rael looked surprised for all of half a second. "Oh. Oh my. I see, I think." "Rael, can we talk about this outside?" "Eh? Sure, sure. Let me get my jacket." Rael and P'nyssa went through a door into the back of the old house and I heard the sound of a screen door. There was a moment of dead silence, then Dagmar said "Ken, why don't you sit down?" "Any place in particular?" "Sit anywhere. The couch, the chair. Just don't use that rocking chair. That's mine." I smiled and settled myself into a well-worn easy chair that looked like it had seen its share of patches over the years. "I have to ask you," she began, "what's this all about?" "Think of it as an anniversary present," I said, thinking quickly. "P'nyssa hasn't had a child in over two hundred years. I realized that somewhere along the way my reluctance to have kids of my own was inhibiting her from doing the same. I mean, in twenty years back after she was decanted there were three, so she must enjoy the task." "Who asked first? You or her?" "Uhmm... Basically, she was afraid to tell me, but she talked... griped?... to friends about the one thing in her life that was missing. They told me, and I decided to tell her." "Do you think you're up to it, Shardik?" "Wait a minute," I said, getting all sorts of angry. "I can take that question from P'nyssa. I can take it from Ember, who's lived with me. I can even take it from my local AI. But what is it that makes you, a total stranger, ask that question?" She thought for what seemed a long time, then said "I'm not a total stranger to you. We've got all the radiofeeds here, even the 'wire. It's kind of hard to not want to pay attention to your local god." "I am not a god." Was she deliberately making me angry? "What do you call someone who builds planets and then willfully creates the sentients who live there?" she asked in reply. "A thief. Look, I built Pendor with stolen technologies, and, well, as for making you and y'all... That's based on the immortal's rule: An unaging person can do anything he wants, simply because he's got long enough. Dagmar, I didn't come here to discuss with you my involuntary deification. I came here because I am a man incapable of giving his love the child she wants. Since you and Rael seem to have some sort of agreement going, it's kind of obvious that if you say 'no,' the deal's off. Come back to the problem at hand: Are you part of the problem, or are you part of the solution? If you're not keen on the deal, I'll leave right now." I was getting angry, but my anger doesn't last very long. It's always been like that, like the mist, dissipating rapidly. I was settling. She smiled, and said, "Fair enough. I guess I'm not one of those people who get invited to live at Castle Shardik, huh?" "No, you're not. The people who live there know I'm only human." "Must be a nice place," she said wryly. "It is. So, from your point of view, are you a 'Yay' sayer or a 'Nay' sayer?" She paused for a second. She had a cute smile, I realized. "I guess I'm a 'Yay.'" "Do you want anything to do with the child?" She paused again. She always took a lot of thought before speaking, I noticed. "I guess... Well, obviously the child is going to be yours and P'nyssa's, with no suggestion that there's something missing." "Yeah, but it's also kind of obvious that the kid is going to know before he's ten that Mommy and Daddy aren't quite... Mommy and Daddy. He's also going to have to know who his biofather is in case something goes wrong. Mistakes in the gene code still show up, especially chemical crosses that can't be accounted for." "I guess I'll have to be Auntie Dagmar." "Guess so. And Uncle Rael." "Uncle?" she asked, as if confused. "It's not going to be Daddy. Maybe it will be. That's up for the child's decision." Our conversation was interrupted by a banging in the back again, and Rael and P'nyssa came walking in, laughing like old friends. "Well," P'nyssa said, "It looks like we've got ourselves a willing victim." "Victim, Hell," Rael said. "I have wanted to get into bed with you since I was four!" That statement surprised me not in the least; when Rael was '4,' he was just coming out of incorporation shock as a full-grown adult. "So," he continued, "What did you two talk about?" Rael, you sound like a grandfather. "This and that. Mostly about what role you two would play in the child's life." "What role do I have?" Rael asked, innocently. "It's not as if I'm doing anything constructive. I'm contributing ten minutes to the whole affair-" "I certainly HOPE it takes more time than that!" P'nyssa interrupted, laughing. "Oh, it will, it will. I was talking about the coitus itself, my dear. As I was saying... where was I? Oh, yes... And besides, I'm doing something I dreamed about a lot when I was young. What you two want is almost coincidental." "It'll still be your child, Rael." "The Hell it will be. It'll be yours. You're the two who'll have raised it. I'd just get in the way." "So what do you want when he asks, 'Mommy, where did I come from?'" P'nyssa said quietly. "Tell him the truth. I thought that was the rule around here," Rael said. "It is, as far as I know," I said. "Then it's settled," Dagmar said with A Voice Of Authority. "So, when do you two plan on... making babies?" she said with a big grin. "Waitaminute, waitaminute, Dags dear," Rael said. "I'm not about to hop into bed with the young lady. These two have just walked thirty kilometers to get here and descended the stairway. I think they'd both like to eat and perhaps to rest." "Actually," I said, "my feet are killing me. Dagmar, is there someplace you'd like me to remove my boots so I don't kill anything?" "Just outside the back porch is fine, through that door and out the next screen. Don't worry, this part of the Faryth-" She said that pretty well, for a non-Uncia "-is pretty clear." I thanked her and headed out. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dinner was excellent. I imagine when you have to cook for yourself, you either learn to live with it or you get better. Rael had clearly done the second. Dagmar told me that Rael always cooked the larger meals. "When do you have guests?" "When there's somebody in the recovery room." "Oh." It therefore shouldn't have surprised me that the meal had an abundance of heavily spiced meat, seeing as she was talking about 'cooking' for Uncia. But Rael was enjoying himself, and he did cook a dinner palatable to more delicate stomachs (like mine). I can eat Uncia "native" food, but it's not something I would choose to do regularly. Night came as it always comes on Pendor. Mountainscapes and cliff faces do not bring on night any faster on a ringworld; the sun is always overhead. I know, I've written that before. But I was born on a planet and I know what a sunrise and a sunset are. There are none here, not the way planetary people know them. I sat quietly in the living room listening to the radio. The station they were listening to was a surprising mix of ancient instrumental and vocal rock'n'roll, with a heavy emphasis on groups like Madhsenger, Pink Floyd, Jethro Tull, and Dire Straits. More than half the music was Terran, and all of it was heavy instrumentals. I found it quite to my liking. I wrote down the index number for future reference. P'nyssa and Rael were in a corner talking. Every once in a while I heard a giggle or laugh, and I stifled an urge to turn and look, instead concentrating on a book I'd brought, a novel by a Centaur author, written entirely in Centaur, which is a modernized form of Greek as divergent from ancient Greek as Italian is from ancient Latin. Dagmar was off somewhere taking care of her home. I must have been wrapped up in my story, because Dagmar walked in and said "Hi. Where are Rael and P'nyssa?" I looked up in bewilderment. "I don't know," I admitted. "They must have wandered off." "Guinness," Dagmar said, addressing someone I had apparently not been aware of, "Where's Rael?" A deep and soothing voice responded, "Rael has retired for the evening with the young lady, Dagmar." Wow, that was quick. "It seems, Lady Dagmar, that they have discreetly snuck off, a discreetness blown by your AI. And you haven't even introduced me." "I am Guinness," said the voice. "I apologize." "That's all right," I answered. "Most people don't introduce an AI, even when he or she is a member of the household. Especially since in some cases AI's cover whole townships, and it's assumed we've met already. Where are you?" "I am housed in a Magi, if that answers your question. I am service for the Kritt household at the top of the ridge, the Rael household, and the Pawl household three hundred and thirty-seven kilometers aspin of here." A Magi? A flying GP construction system serving as a Majordomo? I suppose it's possible. Never heard of such a thing before. "I'm pleased to meet you. Who wrote you?" "I am a collaboration between Bawr Mahn Shardik and Freya Majors." "Wow. Made by the best." "Thank you. I'll relay your compliment to my mothers." "Do that. If you'll excuse us, however..." "I understand. You wish to speak as privately as possible." There was an audible .click., and the AI detached. I turned to Dagmar and said, "Fascinating friend you have there." "He's a monitor. We don't ask much of him, unless it's to do ambulance work. You know." "So," I said, rather quietly, "what do we do now?" "Well, it isn't as if I can go to bed in my own bedroom." "Bed only sleeps two?" "Rael only sleeps two, I think," she offered. "There's only one guest bed, too." She looked at me and said, "What's wrong, Ken?" "Nothing... I guess." "No, seriously." "Well, I guess I'm not used to being put in this kind of position. The arrangement P'nyssa and I had at home allowed us to work around any 'special nights' we may have wanted to ourselves, and to others. I sort of feel like I 'have to' sleep with you, almost like doing stud service, so Rael can have P'nyssa." "It's not like that at all." "Isn't it?" "Well, do you like me?" "Of course I like you, Dagmar. You've been a perfect host, you're very pretty, and you've welcomed me into your home. Why shouldn't I like you?" "Then why would bedding me be stud service? It's not as if I were hiring you. You're not one of those people who excel at feigning interest, Shardik, I can see that." She rose from her rocking chair and walked towards me, kneeling on the floor in front of my chair. "Let's try an experiment." "Like what?" "Well, why don't you start by kissing me?" "Why don't I... ?" I looked at her, shrugged, and leaned forward, kissing her quickly on the lips. She looked at me with smiling eyes and said "Not like that. Try again." I leaned forward again, and again kissed her. Only this time, her tens came up and wrapped around my neck, keeping me in place. Her lips opened just slightly and I felt her warm tongue pressing against my lips. I responded to her tongue, opening my mouth. I could feel my heart speeding up, responding to this new female, this new sensation. The old sensations of newness (does that sound strange to you? It shouldn't) made me feel warm. I pushed off the chair and fell forward onto my knees on the floor. I was still raised off the floor while she had settled; I was still kissing her downwards, but passion had taken over. We were no longer merely experimenting. Dagmar was right, this wasn't stud service; this was sharing. We broke for a moment, settling back into our individual heaps on the floor, looked at each other with mock guilty expressions and sidelong glances, slow, knowing smiles, and finally as one we broke out laughing. "Okay," I said. "Let's take this into the guest room." "O-Kay," she said, sounding each syllable. She rose and took my hand, leading me into the back of the house. Off to the left there was a small room with a good sized double bed covered in animal fur blankets (Which we wouldn't need. The night was hot enough, and we were about to make even more heat.) She literally pushed me down onto the bed, face up, and stepped up onto the bed, kneeling over my body. Her tens held my face and she said, "Still feeling uneasy?" "Hell no," I said, reaching up to about where the biceps would be on her and pulled her close. The heat of her body was almost uncomfortable, and I knew that we were going to be sweating soon. The thought made me smile. She kissed me unabashedly, our tongues wrestling. But she was on top, and she took it upon herself to explore more of me. She slid down to my right and I could hear her approaching my ear. Her lips and teeth found it and began to nibble, first and the lobe and then up along the ridge. I squirmed under her touch; I both love and hate to have my ears nibbled. It feels great, but it makes me lose all control. She slowly slid down along my throat, and her warm mouth left a light liquid trail that cooled in the summer night. It suddenly struck me that I'd left a blizzard behind back at home. I was glad I had. "You humans have such small ears," she said. "Is that a complaint?" I said. "No, no," she said through muffled kisses. She was attempting to unbutton my shirt. I helped. "Just an observation." She got my shirt open and began to run her tongue softly over my nipple. I moaned quietly. She was driving me crazy. "Do you like that?" "You have to ask?" I replied. "I guess you do," she said around her teeth, which a soft grip on me. I coughed suddenly; she looked up and said "What's wrong?" "What do you mean?" "Come on, Ken, I'm a healer, you can't hide that from me. I distinctly felt a choking sensation from you." I smiled and said, "It has something to do with my nipples. I've got no idea what it is, but when someone bites on my nipples too sharply, it doesn't hurt, but I feel like I'm choking, or at least like something's tickling the back of my throat. It's my only evidence that acupuncture works; my nipples are someway connected to my throat, but I don't know how." She looked at me querulously and said, "I'm going to have to experiment on you a little later." THAT sounded ominous. "In the meantime, I guess I'll have to find something a little less... distracting. Or maybe moreso." She shuffled down and began to kiss my belly. It tickled, and I laughed. She laughed along. "Ticklish, are you?" she asked with one of those voices that makes the victim say "Uh oh." "Just for future reference," she said, as if to reassure me. Her mit had found my pants and was rubbing my erection through the cloth of my jeans. I suddenly realized just how erect I was, and pushed up against her. She responded by undoing my zipper and belt and opening my breeks. My erection, freed of the cloth, slapped up against my stomach. "Anxious little fellow, isn't it?" she asked. "Very," I said. At this point I wasn't unthinkingly lustful, but she was very surely getting me there. I decided it was time to stop being entirely passive to the process and reached up to unlace the overly long sark she wore, untying each delicate ribbon and then pushing the sides away. She let the shirt fall down about her tens. Her breasts were small, like P'nyssa's... why was I making comparisons?... and the nipples were standing out firm and hard. I reached up and traced my fingers slowly around the exposed aureoles, then down about the fur undersides and up around the outside. As I traced along her body between her breast and her underten she shivered delightfully. "I think I've found a soft spot," I said. "Mmm, hmm..." she said. I slowly traced along her body, finding other little places that made her shiver or giggle. She too was ticklish. I delighted in finding those places as she slowly stroked my cock between her mits. Her fur was an even light blue with an occasional almost feline grey that was only slightly exposed above the beltline of her shorts. I wanted to see where that grey went to, so I reached down for the buttons of her shorts and undid them when she suddenly slid back away from my hands. "Not yet," she said. She pushed away a little further until she saw lying supine on the bed. She turned around a little and said, "First, I'm going to have a little desert." She took my cock into her mouth and slowly closed down on it, engulfing me. I groaned with pleasure as she sucked on it, slowly at first so that I almost didn't feel it, then with mounting pressure, her mouth bobbing up and down. She stopped and backed an inch or two away, blowing cool air over me, then again dunking my cock back into her hot mouth. As she was doing so, she slowly maneuvered her body until her hips were next to my head. I got the picture almost immediately and slid underneath. Somehow in the process of all this she had managed to get her shorts off, and the patch of grey fur did indeed go wrap between her legs and up over her buttocks. I found it very attractive. I tried to concentrate, but there was little I could do; Dagmar was turning out to be an extremely skilled fellatrix. And in this position, my cock slid down her throat. There was no warning; she simply engulfed my entire member down her throat and stroked me there. I groaned in appreciation and with mounting fervor; I was going to come at any second. Dagmar apparently sensed this because she began to suck my cock with complete abandonment, taking the whole length in swift strokes. I tried not to respond, not to push up, but it was hard not to. I wanted to come, and I could feel it rising. Dagmar slowed, and she was right, staving off my orgasm for stroke after stroke. There was no stopping it, I was going to come, but she wanted me to grit my teeth. She stroked, and I felt, I felt... I came, groaning aloud, and I could feel each shot of come load up in my cock and then get squeezed out, the pleasure was enormous, the relief equally so. After a few seconds of breathing hard, I reached up and pulled her cunt down to where I could reach it with my lips, parting her labia with my tongue to reach her soft insides. I decided I couldn't really work at this angle and said "Dagmar, wouldn't you rather lie down?" "If you like," she replied and turned over, lying down on the bed. "By the way, did you like that?" she asked with a mischievous grin. "I'll show you how much I liked it." I spread her legs and lay down between them, in a position that I find comfortable. I leaned forward and kissed her cunt just at the very top, then realized that I was neglecting parts of her. I arose from my position to lean much further forward, bending over to kiss her nipples, teasing them. Turnabout is fair play. I began to lick around the aureoles, and her groans grew louder as I progressed along her fur towards her underten, where I licked softly. She groaned. I progressed down her side, and she squirmed under my tongue. I laughed and slowly made my way back to her cunt, kissing her on the top where I'd started. "You're a tease," she accused. "Guilty, as charged," I said, leaning down to part her cunt with my tongue. I wanted to get her wet, but her vagina was already dripping juices, and I just lapped them up and spread them over the upper parts of her cunny. Her juice was thick and sweet, and I couldn't drink it but I could certainly enjoy it like candy, licking enthusiastically. I dove in wholeheartedly, kissing and licking until I decided that it was time to get serious; I brought my right arm over her leg and parted her cunny, gently tugging up the hood covering her clitoris. I licked around it and she responded by telling me lick harder. I complied, directing my attention to her clit, licking up and down. Three hundred years of experience has not dimmed my enthusiasm for going down, but it is plenty of time to realize that you can never perfect the art; each woman is different and one woman is different day by day. I licked her as well as I could, and she replied to whatever skill I have by saying "I'm coming... a little harder..." and I replied, pressing in hard as her orgasm came on. A loud, low moan escaped her as she came. I eased back a little, but she pushed me away from her cunt and said, "Cuddle with me, Ken." I rose and lay next to her. She wrapped her tens around me and said "You're very good at that." "Thanks," I said, a little embarrassed. Then I laughed. "I hope Rael and P'nyssa enjoy themselves." "Oh, I'm sure they are." One of her mits snaked down over my side and found my cock. "What are you're chances?" she said as she slowly stroked it. "If you keep that up, better than fifty-fifty." "Then let's make it a hundred percent." She wriggled down the bed and again took my cock into her mouth. The talent she showed was certainly deserving of my complete attention, and she did indeed soon have me rock hard. She stopped and looked at her handiwork, then to me. "Fuck me, Ken," she asked. I didn't need to hear her a second time. She lay down on her back, and I slid into her the old-fashioned way, missionary position. It's a lovely position. Her cunt gripped me tightly and completely, and I abandoned myself to the thrusting demands my cock wanted me to make. I started out pounding her and never let up. I don't know what came over me, I just needed to fuck Dagmar and fuck her hard. She apparently was willing to comply, because she simply started chanting, "Yes, yes, yes," like that with each thrust. My first orgasm had satisfied my immediate wants, and the second was a long time coming. She spread her legs a little wider and I went a little deeper, long hard thrust sliding in and out of her body. I was completely aware of everything, the speed, the fur of her thighs and her mittens twined around my neck, her yellow eyes staring into mine, her black hair twirling loosely over the blue fur of her face, her breathing, hard and ragged. I thrust, and I could feel my orgasm rushing forward like a freight train or a cybertank, and when I came I dove to muffle my scream into the pillow she rested her head on. I simply lay there, bent over her, on top of her, breathing hard into her neck, feeling a few strands of hair getting into my mouth as I inhaled and staying. I licked at them gently as I tried to clear my dry mouth, slowly rising from my position to look at her. "You okay?" I asked. "Oh, I'm fine," she said, her deep but feminine voice full of passion. "Ready for bed?" I asked. "Yes, I think I've been worn out for one night." "I could go on," I said quickly. "No, no... that's all right. I think we've both had enough for one night." I nodded and slowly slid my cock out of her. I shuddered at the nigh-painful sensation, but then rose and cuddled her close. After a few minutes when the time seemed right, I rose and went to the bathroom. She joined me, and there were a few moments of casual touching and joking, like old friends and lovers, as we brushed our teeth and cleaned up. Closing the door and turning off the lights, we bedded down for the night. It was a hot night, and we didn't cuddle close because of it. But I did hug her. And I did say "Thank you." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day was spent in what was, for me at least, a most unexpected fashion. I hadn't anticipated coming to Rael's home to spend four hours in surgery! Guinness (He proved to be much larger than I had thought...almost large enough to hold a spaceworthy drive) brought in some idiot Uncia from the southern holding, not older than twelve, who had gotten himself mauled by some large prowler, and Rael and P'nyssa spent the next four hours in surgery trying to save the Uncia's leg. Meanwhile, Dagmar and I were kept busy patching up the ear of the Uncia's elder, who had gotten a good chunk of his scalp removed in the rescue. Somehow, Dagmar's sense of humor combined with her knowledge of English proved to be annoying; her choice of music was selected bits from Monty Python, and patching up an angry and frightened Uncia to the tune of "Every Sperm is Sacred" was difficult. But persevere I did; I'm no slouch when it comes to the meatball department, and this was only a missing flap of skin. The eardrum was intact, and Dagmar did most of the needlework. I was grateful; it had been so long since I'd done any sort of work that I didn't feel qualified anymore. I was determined to throw myself headlong into refreshers when I had the time. And when was that going to be? Twenty years from now, at best. The Uncia lived, but he lost the leg. By Pendorian Uncia tradition, there would be no cyborging and no replantation. The kid would simply wait until it grew back, which it would, thanks to the changes I made to their genecodes three hundred years ago. But that growth would take three years, and in the meantime, the kid would weaken. He might never recover. And unless he took his own life or was killed by an accident, animal, or Uncia, he was immortal. Never was a long time. There wasn't much of the joyful noise we'd had the night before. Dagmar and I comforted each other. My penis had a mind of it's own and rose to an occasion to which it was not invited. I ignored it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The third day brought an attempt to revive our bruised spirits. Dagmar and Rael took us to a small lake at the base of the cliff from which a soft spray fell from above, like perpetual rain. Rael explained that there was a river from the high plains above that ended at cliff's edge, and the fall was so great that it diffused a great deal. It also struck a few rock on the way down, rocks that had yet to be worn away. "Then this is a fairly recent incident?" I asked. "Oh, yes, the rock at the top of the cliff is apparently somewhat softer than the lower strata, and the river is slowly eating away at the material, drilling a groove into the mountainside. Personally, it's too convenient. I'd suspect some personal intervention." "The Uncia?" "I think Guinness is more up to this than the Uncia. It is his specialty. He is a FAMECE, after all." I agreed. P'nyssa was already into the water when Rael and I reached the lake. I dove in enthusiastically and joined her, kissing her closely. "I love you," I told her. "I love you, too," she responded. "Oh, and guess what?" "What?" I asked. "Come here," she said, pulling me through the water to where her clothes lay. "Look," she said, pulling out what looked like a small electronics package. I recognized it as a medical monitor. "Yeah, so?" "Look at conclusions package, in ram block 5." I punched in the request, and read it slowly. Hormonal transits, implantation positive, monitoring continuing, conditions nominal. I looked up at her and said, "Does this mean..." She nodded slowly, her smile betraying her joy. "Uh-huh. Guess what, sweetheart? You're P'nyssa's pregnant." I looked at her, and she looked at me through coy eyes. I hugged her and vaulted her out of the water with a loud "Yes!" "What?" Rael asked. He'd managed to get himself about half into the water. "Look for yourself!" I said, tossing him the monitor. I hoped it was a standard Pendor monitor; they were all waterproof. This one was, and it floated. Rael fished it out of the water, grumbling because its location forced him to go deeper in to the lake. He read it carefully and said, with a quiet voice, "That was quick. Congratulations, P'nyssa." There was something in his voice, something almost reverent. Despite his earlier comments about his contribution being "almost nothing," and his jokes yesterday about "genetic hit-and-run," there was a sense of awe in him, I think, that powerful sense of "I did this?" That he was responsible for half of the introduction of a new person. The fact that I understood the process chemically did not dampen my reverence, either. It hit me just as hard as it hit them. After a few minutes I said, "We should drink a toast. Quick, who has the champagne?" "Oh, no," P'nyssa said. "None of that. No champagne. No alcohol, nicotine, anything like that." Damn. Being in love with a doctor is not always fun and playing doctor. "Okay, then, let's break out the Orange Juice." Dagmar laughed at that. But she quickly said, "You know how to take care of him, P'nyssa, do so." "Him?" P'nyssa asked. "Look," Dagmar said, handing her back the monitor. "You've got ten months to decide on a name, because that says XY, and you know what that means." "A boy." P'nyssa looked up and said, "I've never had a boy before." "Don't sweat it," Dagmar said. "I've had three. And four girls. The boys were easier." P'nyssa was still off somewhere in her thoughts. "I could ask P'maya. She's had two boys." "P'nyssa? Hello, Parma to P'nyssa, Parma to P'nyssa, are you there, P'nyssa?" I said jokingly. Parma is Pendor's Starship Docking Facility. "Huh? Oh, yeah." She looked bewildered. "Ken, what do you want to name him?" "I don't know. I haven't gotten used to the idea of you being fat yet." She cuffed me playfully over the head and said, "I'm not going to be FAT, I'm PREGNANT, you, you, you..." I laughed and grabbed for her. "I love you, P'nyssa." "I love you too, Kennet R'yal Shardik. Happy Father's Day." "Happy Mother's Day, P'nyssa Traken Shardik." I kissed her. I heard a stage sigh from behind me, and Dagmar said "Isn't that sweet?" I turned around, said, "I'm going to get you for that," and swinging my arms out gathered a huge volume of water to splash at her. The water never reached her. It stopped halfway and fell to the lake. The water by Dagmar then raised of its own accord and rushed back towards me, a huge wage that washed over me. Damn! Dagmar's a telekinetic! Arrgh! And I thought I was going to win simply because a Tindal's tens aren't strong enough to splash effectively. We lounged at the lake for the rest of the day, and went back to Rael's and Dagmar's house only when it started to rain. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "You're going to spend one more night?" Rael asked. "I don't see why not," I said. "I had planned on spending at least a week, maybe more. I hadn't planned on P'nyssa taking on the first day. I mean, it's only a day's walk back to my house, Rael. No big deal, you know." He paused as he chewed on a large piece of whatever that strange red vegetable he had was; there was a similar vegetable on my plate, and I was debating trying it. Oh, Hell, I only get to live once. "Besides, Rael," P'nyssa added, "I don't relish climbing those stairs in the dark." "True enough," Dagmar added. "You know, P'nyssa, your best bet is to climb the stairs in the early morning, spend the day up at RRawl's ranch, and then walk to the tree after nightfall. They have bunks, you could take a daynap." "Dagmar, I'm only two days. Stop acting like it's my fourth trimester." Dagmar grinned. "I'm only trying to help. Besides, I wasn't talking about that. I mean it. You should take it easy. Those stairs are murder, and even with those clothes the sun will be pretty bad." "We'll probably get a ride from the Uncia," I said. "Don't count on it, lad," Rael said. "They're pretty touchy about those horses. Even if you are Na'Shardik, they might want to keep those horses back. Especially if you walk at night, after they've been ridden all day." "I guess we'll take your suggestion." I looked at P'nyssa, who merely nodded in agreement. An old phrase ran through my head: "Common Sense Isn't." Too true. We retired to the living room, the four of us, listening to more modern orchestrations from the Tangent Arc Philharmonic, mostly Tindal compositions of the type that drove less experienced conductors mad. But the conductor that night was Marcus Ann'Hrius, a Markal, a race I would never have suspected of any musical ability at all (except for those large ears). And he was superb. The music rose and fell majestically, and Rael pulled out a large bottle of Chani wine and the three of us who were allowed started to get riotously drunk when I noticed P'nyssa was pouting. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" "I'm not allowed to drink with the rest of you." I though about this, trying to weave the though accurately through alcohol-buzzed pathways, and managed to say, "It's for the child's own good, sweetheart." I reached to hug her. I wasn't that drunk, just a little buzzed (Still, hide my 'cycle keys!). She hugged me back, and I can't resist kissing her neck when we hug like that, so I did. She responded. I kissed her again and began to nibble, enjoying the sensation of her warmth against me. Rael had had the good sense to turn on a room cooler. I moved up, finding the lower lobe of her large, elfin ear, and began to slowly work my up the side. She shivered and whispered, "I want to make love to both of you." "What, me and Rael?" "Yeah, at the same time." She looked at me with a grin. I responded by agreeing with her, reaching up and undoing the clasp of the simple roquelare she wore. Underneath it she wore nothing but a simple piece of lingerie, which I easily untied. It fell about her. She was perfectly naked on the couch, her nipples immediately standing up in the artificial cold. Rael scooted over to where I was as I stood up to walk onto the couch and behind her, settling down with one leg on either side of her. This left her naked chest exposed to Rael and Dagmar, who both took the hint. I began to nibble on the back of her neck, and she responded by cooing softly. Rael was softly toying with her nipples, and Dagmar, much to my intoxicated surprise, was nibbling on P'nyssa's toes. Never figured Dagmar for a fetish. P'nyssa seemed to be having trouble deciding whether she should laugh, giggle, moan, or just hold her silence; she was trying to do all four. I leaned back against the couch to give myself some room, reached up and began to give Nyss a backrub. She sighed with pleasure as I did so; I was having trouble seeing what was going on, but as far as I could tell, Dagmar had worked her way up P'nyssa's leg and was now licking her cunny; Rael had given up trying to find a space to work in of his own and was now paying attention to his own wife. Personally, I was happy to be right where I was. P'nyssa moaned as I tried to relax her and Dagmar tried to make her more tense; the battle was being fought for her pleasure. But it soon ended when P'nyssa said, "Why don't you all take off your clothes?" Rael agreed first; having drunk the most there was no stopping him. Personally, I more uninhibited when I'm sober; I know when I'm drunk I'll do something stupid. Rael also still had his wits about him, because the first thing he did was turn down the efficacy on the cooler. I rose to undo my own clothes and helped Dagmar with hers. She was grateful for the help, as she seemed to be all fumbles. The three of us were soon as stripped as P'nyssa, who had lain down on the couch. "Dagmar," she said in a voice full of lust, "lick me like you were." Dagmar soon was kneeling on the floor by the couch. P'nyssa gestured to Rael, who was sporting a handsome looking penis of his own, to come to her. He straddled her upper body and offered her his cock; she sucked it hungrily. Personally, I was happy just to sit back and watch at first; it was fascinating watching three Tindals make love, all that blue fur moving, scintillating in the light with sweat. It was neat. But the scent of their lovemaking reached me, and I had trouble containing myself much longer. The only accessible target to my besotted brain was Dagmar's lovely ass, which was high in the air as she bent over to lick my beloved's pussy, so I unashamedly knelt to the floor and crawled over to her, parting the cheeks of her ass with my hands and plunging my tongue between her buttocks, running it up and down the crack of her ass, from the top where her spine ended to just where I could reach her vagina without bending my neck to the breaking point. I gently probed around her asshole, my tongue coaxing it with gentle pressure. She cooed and pressed back against my face, the fur of her buttocks tickling my cheeks the way all the furred hominds did; it's a pleasant sensation. I finally decided that this wasn't going to get her any closer to orgasm (forget my own... that was definitely future event.) I lay down on my back on the floor, grabbed a cushion to support my head, and shimmied between Dagmar's legs. I gestured to her and she lowered herself onto my face. This was almost comfortable; at least it was the right angle. I licked her already wet and open cunt; she'd been sliding her own mitten between her legs, stroking herself. Her mitt found my hair and tousled it while I ate her. I heard what was definitely her groan muffled (no pun intended) by P'nyssa's cunt. I licked Dagmar's clit like it was the only thing on Pendor for me. She sometimes lost track of of the fact that I was only human, her legs giving way and settling down on to me. This isn't that bad; my head can take that kind of weight. What I was worried about was breathing; I might have drowned a few times. Was she concentrating on me, or Nyss? Didn't matter, I was deliriously happy. There was a muffled feminine scream from P'nyssa, followed by one from Dagmar. She got up off of me and extended a ten to help me; I ignored it, she looked none too steady herself. I rose and wiped my mouth off on my arm. She looked at with a similarly wet face. P'nyssa was still lying on the couch looking like she'd been ravaged by a Mongol Horde, her eyes closed tightly and her breath coming in short, hard gasps. Rael was sitting on the edge of the couch. P'nyssa said "Ken, lie down on the floor like you were." I followed her instructions, lying back down on the floor, which was still warm from earlier. She rose up from the couch and crouched over my groin. Taking my cock in her mitts, she began to stroke me, bringing back to life my erection. With little ceremony she aimed it at her cunt and sank down onto me. The familiar warmth of her pussy felt so good, and I just lie there like she'd asked me to. Her eyes closed again, then opened. "Rael," she said in a hoarse stage whisper, "Take my ass." Hey! I almost objected. Making love to P'nyssa that way was a rare enough treat for me. But it was okay, I could understand. Rael is a little smaller than I am in the erection department. Rael smiled and got behind her. I felt him straddle my legs behind her, and could feel him positioning himself. Then, from inside her cunt, I felt it; Rael invading her anus slowly. She let out a high-pitched gasp and almost collapsed, but I caught her by the shoulders. I could feel his cock slowly pushing up against mine through the wall between the two channels; the feeling was fascinating. Then all the motion stopped. We sat there, suspended. Nobody wanted to move first; everybody was afraid of hurting somebody else. Then slowly Nyss rocked forward gently, pulling herself off of us just a centimeter, then slowly backing onto us again. This slow push-pull went on for a while, and I felt Rael take the initiative, slowly withdrawing, then pushing back in. From where I was, I could see P'nyssa's eyes screwed up tight with both pleasure and pain. He slid down; I could feel the head of his cock pushing against the base of mine. Then slowly he slid back in. Then out again. P'nyssa's eyes opened, and she was panting heavily with the effort. "Fuck me, Rael," she said. Rael began to respond the way I would, slowly, concerned for her. I agreed. But she urged him on, and he responded. I began to respond as well, pushing up and then withdrawing from her cunt. There was a pause in our sex for a moment, and I noticed Dagmar sitting out on the side, masturbating with a simple vibrator pushed up against her clit. She had her eyes glued to Rael and Nyss. Rael began to slide inside Nyss again, slowly fucking her to an increasing tempo. The feeling of our two cocks sliding side by side inside my beloved's body was mind-blowing, and I responded hard, wanting to go on forever and knowing that there was no way it ever would. I heard Nyss say something in Tindal, a language most people considered "dead," since almost all the natural hominids speak Quen as their base language. I tried to figure it out, but my cock demanded my attention. I was going to come. I tried to stave it off for as long as I could, but I heard Rael groan aloud and say, "I'm coming P'nyssa!" and I felt him push against her hard enough I almost came all the way out. He pushed a few more times, then collapsed back onto his legs. It was just P'nyssa and me, now. We fucked each other, our eyes staring into the others', making love like never before, knowing that she was pregnant was like magic. Her eyes were needful. We were building together, and I felt that rare link we sometimes get; our orgasm was going to happen at the same time, and she was riding me, and I was slamming into her, and I could feel it, and we were going to... Come! I shot into her, screaming with release as she collapsed on top of me. I was dizzy. Lost. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. Was I crying? Was I that happy? I don't know; all I know was that I remember her sitting up next, looking at me with this huge smile. "Thank you," she said. She was crying. "You're welcome, coimelin, love-of-my-life." I know there were tears in my eyes. I turned to Dagmar and said, "And thank you too." Dagmar nodded. She and Rael were cuddling together. "You're very welcome." We rested and then went to bed, P'nyssa with me, Dagmar with Rael, for some sleep. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- We awoke the next day and Dagmar insisted on feeding us breakfast. "You'll need your strength for the climb," she kept saying. She at least had the common sense to feed us light fruits and one egg apiece, staying away from greasy meats and breads that would just weigh us down on the trip up. I was grateful. We said our good-byes, exchanged hugs and kisses. Being bisexual, I felt a touch of regret at not having gotten my hands on Rael when I had the chance, but maybe he would have disagreed. I'm definitely more preferential towards women, anyway. We walked the kilometer to the stairs and P'nyssa said, "Two and half klicks of stair, right?" "Something like that." "And that's... how many stairs?" "Rael said 14,263." "Piece of cake." We began the climb. It took most of the morning, and about an hour after we had the sandwiches Dagmar had made for us we arrived at the top. The Uncia ranch was about 100 meters away, and when we arrived we were greeted by a large female Uncia who had heard about us. She welcomed us in, and surprised us by having fresh fruit and clean water ready (Fruit? In a Uncia hold?). Dagmar had apparently radioed ahead. She also insisted we bunk for a few hours, and P'nyssa and I were so beat we agreed right off. We awoke just as the shadow was drawing across the sun, heading into dusk. Well, I did; I woke P'nyssa up getting out to the bathroom. She washed up with me, and we dressed and walked out. The Uncia matron, who's name tuned out to be V'Lanj, insisted on feeding us. She was so much like Dagmar I would have accused her of being Dagmar, except I knew there were only eighteen triple-talents on the Ring, and Dagmar isn't one of them. We were thusly fed despite our weak protestations. V'Lanj wisely fed us little and poured great gouts of fresh water down our throats. Her attitude was so characteristic of the rustic, 'domesticated,' Uncia, that I found myself chuckling at the havoc I had wrought. P'nyssa joined in me amusement, and our spirits thus lifted we headed out across the plain. It was only four hours or so before we reached the tree, and Dagmar had been right; it was far easier in the dark. There was a four-hour difference between Rael's home and the Castle, so when we arrived night had again just fallen. There was a drastic difference between where we had been and the Castle. After all, it was still winter at the Castle, and everything outside my window had turned white with snow. The storm had long blown off, and the Castle was once again airborne. I saw a Centaur, Rhys, I think, tromping through the snow being chased playfully by his youngest colt. It made me smile. P'nyssa joined me at the chilled window, placing her chin on my shoulder and leaning against me. "What was that you said in old Tindal?" I asked her. "When?" she asked. "When Rael and I were both inside you." "Oh, that. I said 'It's nice to have the whole family together like this.'" She smiled. I returned the smile. "Ready for part two?" she asked. "Dunno," I said. "If that was part one, it was supposed to be the easy part." She laughed. "You just wait. The best is yet to come." We watched the ocean lap at the snowbound beach, the winter wonderland. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on ASSTR. The complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf The author can be contacted at: mailto:[email protected] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Turing Attraction Journal Entry 097 / 00918 Elenya, Virta 24, 00918 "It feels so strange in here," P'nyssa said, rubbing her tens with her mitts briskly. "Empty." "Creepy," I agreed. Our footsteps echoed hollowly down the metallic hallways. "I've never actually been in the Castle when it was empty. Even during construction, it was always in some state of progress with workers somewhere putting it together." She smiled softly and said "It looks pretty good, though." "That it does; Did you see the way they reorganized the commons room?" She nodded. "I don't like it. It doesn't look like children play there." "It's not supposed to look like our house, Nyss. It's supposed to look like what offringers think our house looks like." I snickered darkly. "The price of fame." She nodded, shivering slightly. "Still, it does give me the... creeps." She smiled to me, and we giggled. "If that gives you the creeps," Aaden said, ascending from the gravtube, "you should look at the storage room downstairs." "Why?" P'nyssa asked. "That's where they're storing us." He smiled. "Really?" P'nyssa asked. "The robots are here? Let's go take a look." I shrugged, smiling. "Sure, let's go see what we look like." Aaden led us down the gravtube and along a hallway. "Take a look." In the real Shardik Castle, this would have been where we stored the vehicles. Instead, it was presently storage for the robots that would double as us when the tourists came. Aaden went in first and I took up the rear. Inside, there were duplicates of damn near everybody who presently lived at Shardik Castle and not a few of our past friends and relatives. I was surprised to see Kathy Morran among them. Shalla, Paul, Carroll, Ress, Bawr, Nance, Brieanna... Lots of memories, lots of friends. Then I saw us. P'nyssa, Aaden, and myself, leaning against the wall in storage and maintenance cubicles. I walked up to my duplicate and looked it in the face. Its eyes were closed, but otherwise it was a pretty good image. A little disconcerting; I was used to seeing my face in the mirror, as a reverse image. This thing looked like I was supposed to look, the face I presented to the world. I ran my hand along the chin; it was cold, but there was a slight stubble there, too. I laughed. Correct in every detail. P'nyssa's and Aaden's robots were even more disconcerting. As far as I knew, that may just as well have been my coimelin there, but for the lack of breathing. No, that wasn't entirely true. Aaden, all 184 centimeters of him, rested against the wall with his muscular arms crossed. His tail hung low, indicating a relaxed pose, but otherwise this was the same anthropomorphic skunk I'd been living with for the past four and half centuries. Same short muzzle, same triangular chin with the sudden blunt terminus, same black nose. The fur was just as thick as on the real one; it was something of an effort to not reach out and stroke it, or to stroke down over it's pants and find out if the robot was accurate in absolutely every detail or not. Other than the lack of breathing, the only giveaway that this was not my true love was that the real Aaden, standing to my left and most definitely breathing, was wearing his 'indoor' clothing of silk blouse pants and a vest with many pockets, whereas the robot was wearing denim cutoff shorts and a tank-top. P'nyssa was wearing her hair loose, the robot had it up in a bun and fixed with two long pins. Otherwise it was the same thing; but for the robots complete motionlessness, they were identical. 168 centimeters of indigo-blue furred humanoid topped with a massive tangle of raven-black hair and ears larger then the span of my hand, the robot was complete with gold highlights amidst the fur of her arms, which rather than the standard humanoid ball-and-lever arrangements were supple tentacles ending in a broad-padded and muscular 'mitten' with an opposable thumb. The real P'nyssa's clothing reminded me of nothing less than a baseball jersey, complete with vertical stripes, while the robot was wearing a more comfortable silk-screened kimono. "Now I've really got the creeps," I breathed. "Yeah," Aaden said, laughing softly. "It's fascinating how accurate they are." "I wonder, though," I said. "Can they pass the test?" "What test?" Aaden asked. "How real are they?" "That depends," Dave answered, clearing his electronic throat first. "There are very few AI's on the planet that could with absolute accuracy reproduce the thought processes of an organic sentient, and those that could would do so at the expense of most of their present functioning. There are thirty robots in this location, each of which has it's own independent SI processor for accepting data and formulating responses. I estimate I shall be examining each SI's status of interaction about ten times a second. With the 270 additional AI primaries I have had installed for this locale, it should be a minimal task for me to simulate your behavior in a manner convincing to whatever questions the tourists may have. After all, we estimate that no tourist will interact with the Shardik Castle Simulation for more than eighty minutes." "But what about extremes of behavior?" "For you, Kennet, extremes of behavior involve the gengineering of sentient species and the indulgence of your algophilia. Neither will be going on when the tourists are around. I would not begin to guess how your creative faculties work under those circumstances." I nodded. "So it'll be just boring, mundane Ken Shardik when the guests arrive?" "Indeed," Dave said. "I would like you to view some episodes during the first few weeks, to see if I get your lecherous propensity down pat." "'Lecherous propensity!'" I said, laughing. "Dave, you don't intend to have the Shardik morphrobot fuck a tourist or two while they're here, do you?" "Of course not," Dave replied. He almost sounded miffed. "But you do have a reputation to uphold as a roving and inviting rogue. I would hate to see said reputation fade because I ran you too politely." I rolled my eyes. "Sheesh." I turned to my two companions, who both looked at me a shrugged, giving me "don't ask us" looks. "Come on, let's go take a look around. I want to see what my studio looks like." We stepped out into the hallway and Aaden said, "Ken? Nyss and I are going to check the lagoon. Dave said he wants me to check the bowl and make recommendations for what kind of alien flora he should have planted." "Something big, off-color, and harmless," I suggested. "Okay, I'll see you guys on the roof in a little bit?" "Sure thing," he said. "C'mon, Nyss." I watched their retreating backs as they walked down the hallway towards the grav-tube. "Actually," Aaden shouted down from the tube, "Low-maintenance is a necessity, too. Especially if children will be part of the tourist... " his voice faded too much for me to make out clearly. I smiled and headed back down the hallway to "my" art studio. The door opened and I looked inside. "Dave?" I asked. "Yes, Ken?" "'Karza' isn't here." "No, you specifically asked that 'Karza' not be made available for public exhibition several decades ago, so I excluded it from the collection. I did leave 'Michelle' and 'Four Dolphins' here, as well as your work in progress of Karen sleeping." I nodded, rubbing my chin thoughtfully. "Dave, include 'Karza'." "You're sure?" "It's my work. The three works here are all peaceful, pastoral, alive. 'Karza' is a rarity for me, a very dark and distressing subject. If we're going to show these people what I'm like, we may as well show them all of it." "I'll have a duplicate made and moved over here as soon as possible." I nodded. "Dave, what sort of things do you plan on having me do while the tourists are here?" "I figured I'd have the robots talk about themselves and their impressions of others. I have been watching you and yours for nearly nine hundred years, Ken; I know how you all feel about each other." "What about... oh, politics? Or sex?" "For politics I'll have the conversation steer away from controversial subjects. If the inquiry gets pressed, I'll say 'I really don't want to talk about it'"-- he said that in my voice, very nicely-- "Or I'll defer to what I know of your opinion on the subject, if I feel confident with it, with a heavy preference for 'no comments.' As for sex, I do know your opinion of the subject. But as I said, I doubt 'you'll' be having any." "Poor robot. All of my work and none of my play." "I also think I'll use place you where people expect you to be, at your workstation or in the unsambo, doing research or getting exercise." "Dave? How will you reconcile the tourists meeting 'me' when I'm obviously not home?" "Unless it's otherwise publicly noted, most of the tourists will assume you're home because they are there right then. I will avoid as much as possible overlaps and the potential that outsiders will discover the fraud. At times when you're known to be offworld, or when you're visibly public somewhere else on the ring, we plan on alternating with one of two plans: either we will shut down the simacula, or we'll have them visit and just not have you home at the time. 'M'Ress' or 'Aaden' will be their guides then." I stepped out into the hallway and ascended to the roof. Looking over the railing, I didn't see the loves of my life as I scanned the rim of the crater. "Where are P'nyssa and Aaden?" "They are further up along the beach," David replied. "Aaden is investigating the limits of a tourist's wandering. Between the fence to 'Stephen's' house and the huge bundles of driftwood we should effectively keep them from wandering too far away from the Simacula." "Is the graffiti on the rock by the driftwood?" "Yes." I sighed. Detail was everything. Dave interrupted my musings by asking me, "Have you looked at your own home yet?" "No, why?" "Just curious," Dave replied. "Of all the places on Shardik Castle, that's the one with which you are most intimate. I feel curious to know if minutiae like the lumpiness of pillows and the quality of waterflow in the shower are accurate." Detail is everything, perhaps, but I thought that was pushing detail a little too far. "I'll go check it out," I said, descending down the gravtube again. Once on the second floor I made my way to my apartment, passing by way of David's apartment. "By the way, Dave, I assume you're keeping the 30 SI boxes and the 270 AI extensions in here?" "Yes," he replied. "I saw no reason to locate them elsewhere." I nodded, crossing the hall to my own home. The door opened smoothly. It looked just like the real place had about a century ago. There was the old white couch, stuffed easy chair. The curtain separating this room from the children's playroom was still there, and peeking my head through I could see through the doorway to the workroom, complete with graphics roundtable and Aaden's seedling platform. "What are you planning on putting in the seedling jars?" "I'll be consulting with Aaden on that," Dave announced. Stepping back into the living room, I noticed a stain on the carpet floor. Running my hand over it, I realized it was a permanent discoloration on the carpeting. "What's this?" "An excuse," David replied, "to discuss The Carpet Monster. Four minutes of inane conversation that every parent in the audience should be able to appreciate." I laughed aloud. "That's very clever!" The Carpet Monster was something P'nyssa had dreamed up a long time ago when we'd first had Richard and Rainy. Richard had spilled a glass of juice on the floor, and P'nyssa had, on the spur of the moment, told him about The Carpet Monster, a creature that fed on food spilled on the floor. If you spilled food too often, she explained, the Carpet Monster would get big, and eventually it would be too big for just spilled food to satisfy it. Then it would come after little boys and girls, so you shouldn't spill stuff on the floor. Amazingly, it had worked with every one of our children, although Firin once admitted to me that his son had deliberately 'fed' his Carpet Monster because Uncia, being the biggest of the cat species, were supposed to be able to fight anything, even bogeymen, and Purrin wanted to get the 'challenge' of the Carpet Monster over with as soon as possible so he could head on to bigger and better things. I descended the gravtube to our bedroom. The beautiful yellow rosewood cabinets were there against the wall, each open and filled with reproductions of the books I had at home. Shakespeare, Halleck, Chaucer, the Bible, the Koran, the lleritik were all there. Copies of Gray's Anatomy and Mendelev's Treatise emphasized who else lived here. In fact, the bedroom was meant to reflect the triplicate nature of my life even more so than the bedroom at home did, where P'nyssa tended to dominate with her lace and decoration. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower; it seemed satisfactory. As did the presence of all three of our preferred soaps, clove, peppermint and unscented. "Nothing simulated about that," I said. "Ken, Aaden and P'nyssa have returned from the beach and on the lagoon sands." "Tell them where I am, would you?" "They have already asked. P'nyssa is on her way; Aaden has stopped to inspect the rim of the bowl more closely, and asks that you be patient." "Perfectionist," I said, meaning Aaden. I heard the sound of footsteps upstairs. "Ken?" "Down here!" I shouted. P'nyssa floated down the gravtube, a smile on her face as she did so. "So, what do you think?" I asked. "It's better outside. I'm used to the beach being empty. It's not our beach, though." She pouted; it's a pretty pout. "Can't have everything," I said. "Where would you put it?" I leaned over and kissed her cheek. She smiled and turned, hopping onto the bed. "Feels just like the one at home." "Does it?" I asked. "Let's see." I leapt onto the bed beside her. "It does, when we have a new mattress." She nodded. "I have a suggestion," she said, her eyes alight with mischief. "Listen, before the robots get their mechanical hands on 'our' bed, why don't we break it in for them?" "What? Right now?" "No better time," she said, turning over and sliding towards me. Her mittens slid up against my shirt and began undoing my buttons. I laughed and leaned in to kiss her. She kissed back, warm and familiar, her back arching slightly as I ran my hand over her shirt. I reached between us to open her buttons as well, sliding a hand surreptitiously in and fondling her breast before undoing all of the buttons. She laughed. "You just can't keep your hands off, can you?" "With such a pretty lady as yourself?" I asked. "Be serious." I kissed her chin, feeling her fur slide along my cheek as I eased down her throat. She moaned softly as my hands caressed her fur in small circles along her chest. My lips found a hardened nipples as her mitts slid along within my shirt, and her back arched upwards towards me. "I love you," I said, looking up at her. "I love you, too." She smiled and opened the button that held her pants shut. "Help me take them off." I helped her slide the pants off and tossed them aside. I removed my own clothing slowly as she watched, her mouth open. "Gods, you are excited," I said. "Something about how all the tourists will be coming through here and wondering how many will guess the truth. And of those, wondering how many will realize that, at least once, we really did make love in this bed." I laughed. "You have an active imagination, Nyss." "You're the creative one in this family," she said, hauling me down on top of her. She kissed my lips, our tongues meeting, each sliding against the others' warmth and wetness. "Ken," she gasped as we parted, "Lick." "With pleasure," I said, sliding halfway down the length of her body briskly and settling as she parted her thighs for me. I kissed the top of her mound, and was rewarded with the sight of her inner lips swelling slightly and peeking out from her fine blue fur, slightly longer here than elsewhere on her body. I kissed her mound again, extending my tongue into her cleft and parting her lips with saliva. The hood of her clitoris was still covering completely, so I ran my tongue over the top gently; I knew she didn't like too much pressure in the beginning, no matter how hot the rest of her was. She moaned her appreciation at this comfortably familiar lovemaking. I chuckled, the laughter muffled by her body. As I slid down I tugged on her inner labia with my lips and I could taste her juices flowing down from her opening. The taste was heady, fueling a lust I had not felt moments before. She moaned louder as I licked around the hood, and then finally under it; her mittens reached down to tug her hood upwards and open, giving me better access to her clitoris. She shuddered as I attacked her with wet, swashing strokes of the tongue. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I lifted my head just long enough to say "Hello, Aaden." "Not Aaden," said a voice behind me. P'nyssa's voice. I turned slowly to look behind me, right into the eyes of my beloved P'nyssa. I realized instantly what was going on. "Dave, no." "You wanted a test," P'nyssa... the P'nyssa I had been making love to just a moment before... said. "Besides, maybe we changed clothes?" I looked up at her, then back at the other one, the one with her hair up, and then back at the one lying down. "No way. You're you." "Are you sure?" the one behind me said. "Go back to what you were doing," she suggested. Although part of me was sure that I should stop and figure out who was who, I was already too turned on by what was going on in front of me to think too clearly on the matter. I dove back into P'nyssa's, the one with her hair down, cunt and began licking madly. I could feel her body tensing and straining under my tongue, but as I did so I felt a pair of mitten's on my butt and a light kiss on my tailbone. My brain whirled with the thought of two P'nyssas making love to me at the same time, especially when the kisses trailed down to my anus and she started to lick me seriously. I decided then that the one behind me was the robot; P'nyssa, the real P'nyssa, almost never plays with my asshole. I gasped with pleasure as I felt her tongue press against the ring of my anus. I thought about the 'whos' in this bedroom. Dave and I have been together for nearly a millennia, longer even than my association with P'nyssa. M'Ress built him as the overwatch AI for Shardik Castle, and he's an early model. Despite constant hardware upgrades over the centuries, his essential 'core' personality has always been rather flat and unexciting. Dependable, patient, and friendly, were the words I used to describe Dave. But I still counted him as one of my best friends. I like to express strong friendship in the most intimate manner my partner is willing to participate in; it surprised me that I had never thought of Dave in a sexual manner. But then, Dave isn't a 'he', is he? Despite a masculine name and voice, Dave is an 'it,' an AI, a beast of silicon and steel. And although positerminal and biocybernetics were so advanced that Dave could be playing 'P'nyssa' and be enjoying the sensations as much as I did, I felt oddly perverse in that I had one of my favorite people... two of her, in fact, one 'possessed' by the mind of another of my closest and dearest friends... and I was in bed with 'them.' I laughed, realizing that in my wandering thoughts I had set my tongue mostly on automatic. I hadn't been paying much attention to P'nyssa's, if this one was the real her, orgasm. I slid my tongue to the very base of her clitoris, where I knew she was most sensitive; the mouth roving over my backside and sometimes plunging between my legs to lick at my scrotum seemed very far away as P'nyssa's body tensed, relaxed, and tensed again, her body shuddering and a gentle "Mmmph... uh!" escaping her lips as she came. I noticed the probing tongue behind me once again only because it suddenly went away. "Can I go next?" I heard her say. I turned around just in time to see the P'nyssa giggle. I worked my jaw from side to side, the constant up-and-down motion having made the muscles tense up quite a bit, and then said "Let me catch my breath first." "Aww... " she said, laughing. "Better yet," said Aaden's voice from above, "Grab him!" "Wha?" I protested as the two P'nyssas wrapped two tentacles each around each of my upper arms and hauled me back up against the headboard. They snuggled close to me, both to keep me warm and to hold me down with their collective weight. Individually, P'nyssa isn't very heavy. Two of them together, however, held me down very effectively. Aaden descended the grav-tube, and the first thing I noticed was that he was already naked. He crouched on the bed and crawled over to me. "Hello, Ken." "Hello, lover," I replied. He grinned and knelt down, grabbing one of my feet by the ankle and pinning it down. He stuck his tongue out and licked the sole of my foot, from heel to toes, engulfing my big toe in his mouth. I squirmed desperately from the tickling sensations. "Aaden...!" I whimpered. "Ah-ah," he said in his mischievous voice. He licked his way over the arch of my foot, kissing and nipping his way up my legs until he was a mere centimeter from my balls; I could feel his hot breath over them every time he exhaled. I moaned with need; he was being damnably unfair. "This is a test," he said, looking up at me from where he crouched. He extended his broad tongue and ran it over my scrotum and the length of my rapidly hardening cock. I gasped, and he rose to look me in the eye. This time his breath spread over my face. "Tell me Ken," he said, "Are you sure you could tell the difference between me and the morphrobot?" "Absolutely," I said. He leaned over suddenly and kissed me, hard, the way he always would when he was very excited and wanted to make love. "So which am I?" he asked as we parted. "You're you," I gasped. "You're the male I love so very much." Aaden backed off to the foot of the bed again, smiling, leaving me in the grasp of the two P'nyssas. "Wrong," he said just as he leapt for the grav-tube and ascended out of sight. I sat there, stunned. "Are you ready?" I heard him say from the top of the gravtube." "Absolutely," his voice replied. I realized, or thought I realized, what was about to happen. "No," I whimpered pitifully. "Hush," one of the P'nyssas said. She unwrapped one of her two tentacles from around my arm, reaching down to stroke my cock instead. "Enjoy what happens next." Two Aadens descended from the gravtube, and I couldn't even begin to guess which one was the robot. Both looked exactly the same, skunk'morphs with predominately black fur, grey eyes and smiles on their muzzles. On both of them the ears moved back and forth slowly, like radar, taking in the sounds around them. They both held their impressively bushy tails high in exactly the same manner. They knelt on the bed less than half a meter from where my feet were and faced each other, slowly leaning over. Each's hands sought the other's nipples through the dense chest fur; tongues met between their open and interlocked muzzles. As I watched, squirming helplessly with lust, hands dropped to each other's sheathes, stroking slowly to hardness the impressive cudgel Aaden carried between his legs. I whimpered softly, struggling not to forcefully against the two P'nyssas. The one continued stroking my cock but never strongly enough to even begin to bring me to orgasm. One of them leaned over, pushing the other back until he sat on his heels. The first took the other's cock in his mouth, and I realized as I watched that I would be wrong to immediately label the one doing the sucking as the robot and the one receiving the pleasure as Aaden. Because Aaden is, even moreso than I, a sensualist. Where I'm loud and exhibitionist, Aaden is calm and reserved, serene and contemplative when it comes to his sensuality. And he has even fewer inhibitions than I do. If I couldn't tell the difference between Aaden and his duplicate, it was just as likely that he would go down on the robot to find out what his own cock tasted and felt like within his mouth. I watched this obscene display, realizing that that little detail of Aaden's personality made the next move a little predictable. They slid down onto the bed together, forming a circle, mouth to cock, cock to mouth. The sucking noises were driving me out of my mind; I could hear over even that my own panting and heartbeat. "Let me go!" I grunted. "Ah-ah," one of the Aadens said again, slowly coming to his knees from the side-by-side position they had occupied on the bed. "Just relax and enjoy." He moved up in front of me, kneeling before me as he had earlier and bent over to take my cock in his mouth. I watched as the other Aaden shifted into position behind the first, grinning madly. He pushed the other's legs apart as I had felt Aaden to do me thousands of times before, and in utter helplessness, almost completely oblivious to Aaden sucking on my cock, I watched hands grab hold of hips and in one smooth but ungentle thrust the two bodies met in union as one buried his cock inside the other. Aaden, the Aaden sucking on my cock, let out a soft whimper of pain, but that whimper only caused the briefest of pauses before he resumed sucking my cock down the very back of his muzzle. At first, the Aaden on top was gentle, like he usually was when we made love. Our bodies, all five, rocked back and forth with the motion set by their intercourse. But as his thrusts became stronger, more forceful, the one sucking on my hard cock let go and lay his head on my lap, his eyes closed. I reached down for his shoulders; much to my surprise, the P'nyssas let me go. I picked him up, making him face me as his twin fucked him harder and harder. As I pulled him towards me, I more or less pulled myself under him, holding him to me. "I know it's you..." I said to him softly. He looked down at me, surprise, and tears, in his eyes. "I know it's you," I repeated, pulling him back down. "I love you." "I love you too," he gasped as the fucking went on, stronger and more brutal. "I'll always love you," he whispered. I could feel P'nyssa's mitten against my face, and he looked up. "But pay attention to them," he said. I looked up over my head as the bed rocked back and forth. The two P'nyssas were doing what the two Aaden's had been doing earlier; fondling and exploring each other's bodies. One smiled down to me, and I rolled out from under Aaden's body and tapped her on the shoulder. She hauled me bodily down to the bed and began kissing me crazily; our tongues wrestled as my hands resumed exploring where the other P'nyssa had left off. I felt a warm mouth encircle my cock again and begin sucking; in no time at all I was fully erect again. My hands slid up along the body of the one I kissed, and as my fingers probed the cleft of her cunny I realized that her wetness could only be because she was the one I had gone down on earlier. It no longer mattered if it was P'nyssa or David I made love to, and the shape no longer mattered either. This one had had my attention earlier; the other would have it now, and I wanted to fuck her. I didn't have to suggest it; she stopped suddenly, straddled my body and in one smooth motion slid down over my cock. I hissed inhaling as she sat down completely on my hips, burying my cock completely within her. I could feel my cock nestled tightly against her cervix. Aaden and Aaden had left behind any illusions of gentleness; their sex was aggressive and noisy as the one pummeled the other's asshole mercilessly. Their deep-throated grunts and moans were growing louder as the one on the bottom stroked his shaft, masculine, animal growls which reached a crescendo of roars as the two of them came violently and simultaneously before finally collapsing onto the bed in an exhausted heap of sweat and semen. I looked back up to P'nyssa, the P'nyssa who I was inside. She was still watching the two males. I grabbed her by the shoulder and in one careful shove pushed her to the side, rolling us over so that I was now on top, between her legs. "Hey," I said, laughing, "Pay attention to me, now?" "Oh, I am!" she said, laughing back and locking her legs around my own. I started to stroke her cunt slowly. Our bodies locked in familiar pleasure as we made love. The earlier stimulation had apparently convinced my cock that I was never going to be allowed to come tonight, and I was apparently also going to have to put a lot of effort into convincing it otherwise. That was okay, I thought, looking down into P'nyssa's, this P'nyssa's, solid yellow eyes. I leaned over to kiss her, slowing down to almost a complete stop, appreciating and savoring every slow thrust, feeling her cunt tighten and flex around my shaft. I sped up again, making love to her as we often did, stroking her hard, and it was my turn to make the bed shake. I glanced around; the other P'nyssa was kneeling right beside us, both of her mittens between her thighs, masturbating furiously. I looked back down at this P'nyssa, and as I did so I felt that familiar feeling, both of my orgasm and of her own as her telepathy reached out to encompass us both. "P'nyssa..." I said, sure I had the right one this time... "Nyss..." I said, and then I roared her name out a third time as I came, thrusting hard into her once and again and again, my eyes shut tight as the pleasure threatened to wash me away... When I opened my eyes, there were only three people in the room. "I take it you... ?" "We're the real thing," P'nyssa said, looking up at me. "That was wonderful." I nodded. Her legs, tensed around my own for so long, fell to the bed with a muffled thump. I smiled, realizing that my arms were trembling with exhaustion from holding me up and that they were threatening to collapse at any second. Before they did, I decided to carefully ease myself over to my left, onto the bed between her and Aaden. I pulled him close and hugged him. "You silly furry thing you," I said. "How did you know it was me?" he asked. I explained what I knew about his sensuality and said, "I figured you knew what a lot of different assholes felt like from the top, lover. But you do have a very large bludgeon that you sometimes refer to as a penis, and I didn't think you would pass up a chance to know what everybody was admiring--" "And complaining," he interrupted, smiling. I nodded, "And complaining about." I turned to P'nyssa. "I only figured out you were you when our orgasms started, because you lost control of your telepathy." She nodded. "Oh, I knew which was which when you two started fucking," Aaden said. "Really?" P'nyssa asked. "How?" "When you switched from sucking him to having him inside you... it was too abrupt. Call it a gut feeling, but I thought that only the telepath would do that. It's not a sense Dave can get a handle on, so his robot wouldn't emulate that very well. What's so funny?" he asked since I had started laughing. "'Gut feeling,'" I quoted. "Aaden, when she straddled me your guts were feeling quite a bit." "You're right," he said, rubbing his belly gently with a paw. "And you're right about something else, Ken. I do have a large cock." I rolled my eyes. "It takes him nine centuries to figure that out. You're such a genius sometimes." "It doesn't mean I'm going to be any gentler with you in the future. For a crack like that, I think you should expect the next one to be particularly mean and vicious." "Somehow, Aaden, I don't think he wants you to be," P'nyssa said, laughing softly. "In that case, I'll be gentle next time." He rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. "Dave, you don't find our criticism of your robots failures distressing, do you?" "Not at all, Aaden," David replied calmly. "The fact that my deception eluded detection for so long, especially with three of the most intensely intimate people I know, is quite rewarding. I doubt any of the tourists walking through the Simulation will have the intimate knowledge each of you has of the others. Despite the eventual detection, I classify this as a completely successful test." "So you would classify this as a test?" I asked, amused. "Oh, yes. Aside from the fact that I take my data where I can find it, this probably qualifies as the most authentic Turning test ever devised." "How so?" I asked. "The classic Turing test is generally thought to be that of a three way conversation between a tester and two conversants, the theory being that if the tester failed fifty percent of the time to identify which conversant is silicon and which is organic, then the silicon conversant is given the benefit of the doubt and said to be sentient." Sarcasm was dripping from every syllable. "Most people are unaware of the fact that Turing specifically stated that the organic conversant had to be female because he regarded females to be more irrational then males." P'nyssa snorted. "In any event, the fact that you took longer to identify one P'nyssa from the other than you did the Aadens would be heartwarming, had I a heart." I chuckled. The three of us lay down together, snuggling closely, until the first shadowflash of oncoming nightfall went by the bedroom window. "P'nyssa," I said, nudging her awake. "Come on, it's time to go home." She raised her head and said, dazedly, "Isn't this... ?" then smiled. Then she laughed. "It caught even me." I nodded. Aaden grinned at her as well. "I doubt anyone will ever know the difference." He rose from the bed first, stretching sexily, his back making soft popping noises as he did so. "Come on, sleepyheads, let's go." "Hey, I didn't fall asleep," I pointed out. "No, but you look like you're about to." He leaned over and grabbed my arm, hauling me and a significant fraction of the bedsheets off of the bed. I stood up woozily and hugged him. P'nyssa, now without anything to cover her, crawled slowly out of bed and staggered over to us. She made a visible show of licking the accumulated 'morning breath' and then, with but one eye open, looked at us both and said "Bleah." "Come on," I said. "Let's go." We ascended together and made our way to the SDisk, me taking up the rear. They got onto the SDisk. "Do me a favor... I'll meet you guys at home in a few minutes." They looked at each other. "See you back in reality," P'nyssa said, and they blipped out of sight. I knew the slight 'flash' that accompanied teleportation to be an optical illusion, but it was still there. "Dave," I said softly, "Bring up the Ken morphrobot." "In a minute," he replied in an equally soft voice. I waited, and then watched as 'I' floated up the grav tube. "Okay," 'I' said, "I'm here. What do you want?" I walked over to 'me' and said "David Francis Majors, you've been with me longer than anybody else. My friend, confidant, archiver... with a role like that, I should have said... and done... this a long time ago." I leaned close and kissed 'myself,'; I knew Dave was devoting a lot more than just thirty cycles a second to this conversation, since I had called him directly. He returned the kiss awkwardly, clumsily. But he returned it as well as he could, and that's all I would ask of him. As we separated again I said, "Dave, I love you." "I know you do," he replied. That's Dave, I thought; calm, rational, even. But the tear in the robot's eye was his way of telling me how he really felt, and it was all the thanks I needed. "I'll see you at home," I said. "I'll always be there." I nodded, turned, and boarded the SDisk. With a command, I went home, back to the real Shardik Castle. Filled with my two loves, lots of family and friends, noisy children, and even David. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Original document is available from: http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/journals The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales are Copyright (c) 1989-2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author.

Seal of approval First time I saw it I was in the showers after PE. One of the in-crowd girls showed it in an absolute too nonchalant way. Then again, how else could she show it, being so obvious to everyone there? She was the first one ever that I saw with such an obvious display. I remember not being shocked or surprised but merely intrigued, interested. Why would anyone make a choice to do that and in that way. It was obvious to the world and a permanent reminder to the person involved. Still I dare not ask. I was not in one of the lower groups like the geeks or the nerds, but I was not one of the top girls either. A few months later I noticed the first girl was not the only one anymore. More girls from the in crowd, known as the clique, displayed themselves even going further. They were a closed group of girls speaking amongst each other and they were the top loveliest girls in the school. Gorgeous and belonging to the peer group I myself desperately wanted to belong to. I was intrigued and so immensely eager to know what was behind it all, that I had to ask. I admit that I am a nosy girl and maybe too nosy for my own good, but the suspense was killing me. In the past few months I had raised up the ladder enough to speak to one of the new girls, but her answer was even more intriguing than the question. Im not at liberty to tell. If you really, really want to know, you will have to ask Johnny Severus, was all she could tell me. I was even more astounded. Ask Johnny? What would a man know about this? And why the big secret? There was more to this and I have said before that I am really nosy and curious so I asked her again, pleaded even to get the answer. But she insisted and looked me over. Her gaze wandered all over my naked body, starting at the top with my long auburn hair that was wet at the present, reaching to the top of my bum. Then into my hazel eyes, framed with long curvy lashes. Then her eyes took in my broad shoulders and went down to my boobs. These are my pride. Im just 14 but my boobs are really gorgeous. Firm 34Bs standing proudly with nipples in the absolute best spot. No sagging tits and no dangling nips. All due to my strict regime of sports and gymnastics. After that her eyes still went down to my furry pussy. Long auburn whisks of curly thick pubes shielding my pussy from view. I loved my pubes and was proud to have entered womanhood visibly. I had regular periods for over 3 years already. Last she looked at my legs that were really long. I have perfect measures for modelling, being almost 57 and still growing, with legs that are smooth and tall. As a matter of fact I had modelled once with a mailorder company showing bathing suits and childrens underwear, but I was 11 at the time. Yes why dont you ask Johnny, I am certain that he will be able and willing to tell you all about it. Dont be embarrassed; he isnt. I was surprised by the reply. Johnny? A guy? Johnny Severus is the alpha dog and leader of the clique in my high school. You know the type: rich boy, beautiful, captain of the football team. All the girls in school were after him, but he never had a steady date. He always showed up with the most gorgeous girls on his arm, but I dont think he was going steady. All the more reason for all the girls to go chasing after him. And I admit, he gave me butterflies in my stomach too. On the other hand he was a spoiled brat, having enough money to never have to worry. His mother had died when he was six and his father was a successful business man in cosmetics. Never home but his dad bought him anything he wanted. I guess he had the habit of changing women from his father because his dad changed girls like wet towels. So you can imagine that I did not run to Johnny, being the 17 year old supremacy that he was. And yet every time I thought about it it intrigued me more and more and more. The girls I spoke all referred to Johnny, so he was the only one that could free me of my now overwhelming curiosity. It was eating me alive by now. So one Monday I couldnt take it anymore and I saw Johnny sitting on the lawn in front of the school all alone, which was a miracle. Johnny never was alone, always being surrounded by eager girls or jocks from his clique. I knew this was meant to be, my window of opportunity. So I went. Hi Johnny, I started. He was reading some book and when he looked up his gaze went over my body down and up and down. Who are you? he asked me in his normal superior way. His tone implying that I was not worth knowing, a junior that you dont want to touch. Uhhmm Im Giselle Damper. I..I ..Im a junior here and uuuhmmm... Ah you are Dans little sister. Why would I want to speak to you? He intervened. I. Uhhm I only want to know something and they tell me only you have the answer. What then? he asked in that patronising tone of his, sounding bored and unpleasantly interrupted. Well some girls in the shower, uhhm well when I can see them, you know Silence! he came back to me, stopping me abruptly and rudely. I understand. Is that all you want to ask me? Uhhmm well maybe you can tall me how to get in the top clique too? I was almost too afraid to ask, but I decided that I would make the most out of this unexpected chance. Do you really want to know, or are you just curious? he said to me. Well Johnny I really want to know because you see I dont have to see. If you really want to know, I wont tell you. Ill show you. But you must do as I say, all I say, whenever I say and not tell anybody about it. Can you do that? I was excited that I was talking to Johnny, THE Johnny and that he would include me in the secret that it had become by now. So I easily complied. Yes Johnny I can, I will do anything you say, whenever you say. Please tell me Johnny. Yes I would comply. I mean, how bad could he be for a 14 year old girl? Okay then. If you say that you will do anything I say for the next two weeks I will reveal it all to you at my birthday party on Saturday in two weeks. If you comply you are hereby invited and it will mean that you will come to belong to the clique, IF you do exactly as I tell you. The whole in-crowd will be there and I will reveal all to you then. Am I clear? Oh boy I would belong to the clique. Belong to the most popular bunch of kids in school and be at the best parties, sit in the best benches at lunch and get the best chances in connections. This was more then I ever expected! Yes Johnny I understand. First thing you must do is loose the bra. I was too happy that I was invited to the most important party of town: my entre into the top peer group and that he would reveal the secret to me to immediately understand what he said just then. Bad start little girl. I thought you would do what I said whenever I said. Maybe you are not that worthy after all. Why do I have to repeat myself then? Do you mean now and here? I asked him in a hushed tone, although nobody was near enough to hear. NOW! Boy this was turning some unexpected way fast. I was wearing a loose white blouse, with large oversized arms. I quickly undid my bra at the back and shimmied out of them without taking off my blouse. Hand them over. I stepped closer so that I could give him my white lacy bra without being too obvious. When I reached out to hand it over though, he pulled back a bit and it the bra unfolded fully in my hand, making it totally obvious to anyone looking that I handed over a bra. As a punishment you will not wear a bra or tit support at all until my birthday. That includes bikini tops. If you dont obey you will not be introduced and you will not know. One more time of not obeying me gets you out. Also in the next two weeks you will sunbathe every day in the nude. You will have no tanning lines, whatsoever and that is a concrete rule. Also you will visit Madame Erika, the beauty parlour and ask for a Johnny makeover. This you will do as soon as possible. And I really mean soon. Here are the dressing rules: only wear tight halter tops and skirts that reach to mid thigh, max. No blouses or pants anymore. Sleep in the nude to get acquainted with nudity. Better still: from 10 pm till 7 am you will be nude always. Your brother applied for membership too. I think the Dampers might both get lucky if they both obey. Now piss off, Im studying here. I went away flabbergasted. I left my bra in his hands and he embarrassed me in front of the whole on looking school. I knew word would go around like a burning fire and I held my arms close to my body so that nobody could look along my arms to see my tits with the erect nipples. Wait a sec, erect nipples? This was summer? All day long I wondered if it was worth the trouble, but then I noticed that all THE clique girls from PE gave me cheerful glances and encouraging nods. I was right: everybody knew, but even more, these girls approved! I was going to THE most important high school social event in town. Yes it would be worth it. And what could go wrong anyway? If things went too far I could always stop, couldnt I? As soon as I got home I took the yellow pages to make an appointment with Madame Erika. She was not surprised and told me in a dull voice to come over at one the next day and bring $ 200,-. The money was not too big a problem being the daughter of a bank director and well off in the money department. One oclock was. I had English at that time and after that a double lesson math. I took the appointment remembering the stern voice Johnny had used that day telling me ASAP and his promise that I would be out if I refused an order again. --------------------- Next morning in school I saw Johnny in the hallway and he beckoned me over with his finger. Of course he was surrounded by his friends and peer group, as usual. Come over here Giselle. Have you obeyed me as instructed? I have Johnny. Are you wearing a bra right now Giselle? O boy and in front of his whole crowd! He asked me if I was topless in front of all his peers and there must have been 10 guys there! But I had to answer promptly to his question. I remembered: anything he said, whenever he said it. No Johnny, Im not wearing a bra. Prove that to me. Lift your top. Today I was wearing a red top, much tighter than the blouse from yesterday. I lifted my top exposing my boobs in front of his eyes. He could see all of my breasts and my nipples standing proudly. Keep your top up and show it to my witness behind you, Johnny said. In the process of turning of course everybody present had a peek at my boobs. When the witness had seen the proof of me not wearing a bra, I had to turn back around but the other way. This way everybody had had a peek. Well done, precious. You can redress now. Keep this up. Have you made the appointment? I have Johnny, but it is at one this afternoon and I have to skip classes, so I thought You dont think. Thats my job. It is not my problem that you have to skip classes. Do as I tell, is all I ask. How about tanning? I had a problem there. I didnt know anyplace where I could sunbathe in the nude. At home in the garden along the poolside my brother would surely see and make dumb remarks, or my mom would start asking questions. So I used the tanning light my mom used in wintertime to keep up her tan. Nice thought, but that wont do precious. Lights give an unnatural tan. Find a way. Maybe try the beach at Hammerhead? I had no idea of what he was talking about, but I stored the name in my mind. Then he surprised me even more with his next order: Lift your skirt. Again in my mind I was stunned by his command, but again also I remembered the social perks it would get me in the end and I remembered putting on thick cotton panties this morning because my skirt only reached till mid thigh. Also my period was due and I would soon be wearing sanitary napkins. So it was a sane thing to wear. So I lifted the tight short darkblue skirt to reveal my undies. I felt the blood rush to my head in shame as all guys were gawking at my panties. Lucky for me the circle of onlookers was tight, so nobody else in the hall had a view of my knickers. Oh God this is horrible. Whoever wears these things anymore? White cotton undies? And you seriously think I will let you in on the most popular crowd without you even knowing what is hip? From now on you will only wear thongs, the stringy type. And when I say from now on I mean from NOW on. Take these off! Quick! I lowered my skirt and took off my panties without revealing myself. Then I handed over my panties to Johnny. I dont want those awful things. Throw them away! In fact, you will dispose of all your panties when you get home and in future only wear string thongs. Is that understood? Ill have Dan check your drawers. You still have a lot to learn in two weeks girl. God, I thought that at least you knew about thongs. And with that he walked off to his class taking his clique with him. I was really embarrassed that he had shown me to his friends. I had gone topless before on the beach in Europe, but not one single girl wears tops over there. Mom and I simply adjusted. I remember the stealthy looks from Dan and dad. Still there it was by choice and in the right setting. Here in the hallway it most certainly was not! And I had shown my underwear! God who would have thought that! As I thought about me showing my panties I remembered that I was even worse off. By not wearing them at all! I wore four pieces of clothing en two of them were shoes! For the remainder of the morning I held my legs tight against each other. Not giving anyone the opportunity to see my bare hairy pussy. Right after history I had to run to Madame Erika for my make up session. I had the address from the yellow pages, but it was in a part of town where I never had been before. It was the shady part of town and I was glad that is was bright daylight. I saw some peepshows and Adult movie theatres on the road over. Also there were a lot of porn shops. I saw things on the pictures in the windows outside that my protected upbringing would never had shown a fourteen year old virgin. I must admit that I was intrigued, but I had Madame on my mind. I was precisely on time for the appointment. Madame Erika asked me to sit in an old barber chair. Erika was a nice lady of about forty. She was peaceful and assuring. She gave me tea in the backside treatment room and asked me what Johnny had said to me and done to me. I told her about the Johnny Makeover and the bra and the panties and the tanning and the party in two weeks. Erika was not surprised. I know what he wants. We have an arrangement. I will let Gloria, my assistant, buy you some thongs of the kind he likes. Also Gloria will buy you shoes that you have to learn walking on. They are high spiked and you better learn or make a fool out of yourself. We will start with the makeover. Before we start I want written consent from you that the whole procedure is with your full approval. The procedure consists of facial and body treatment. That means we will scrub, clean, remove blemishes and restyle your face. You are really beautiful, so we wont need much remodelling. If you are not allowed to have any tan lines, how will you get by your pubes blocking the sun? Theyll have to be trimmed at least. Geeezz. I had not thought about that at all. I told you I was proud of my pubes and did not ever want to have them gone. Erika thought that in two weeks the trimmed hairs would have returned quite some bit and suggested we trim them short. I agreed but with great reluctance. Softly Erika reminded me that I had no say in what she would do to me whatsoever, and to simply accept it. She had to report any hesitation to Johnny. She asked for my approval to all she would undertake today and handed me a form. I trusted her and signed without reading it. Then Erika had me take off my top and skirt, effectively undressing me totally. She just raised an eyebrow and started work on my face. She scrubbed the skin, removed unclear skin and then epilated my eyebrows. I had never done that before. She used wax and it stung quite a bit, but it was over in a sec. After that she dyed my brows and lashes. While keeping my eyes closed to let the dye do its work, I heard the buzzing sound of an electrical machine. Erika told me to keep my eyes shut and that is would sting a bit. I thought she used some cleaning device for micro treatment. It sure did sting! All over the length of my eyelids it stung when she took the machine over it. Then the same feeling went over my lips. All around the edge of my lips and on some parts of my mouth itself. It really hurt there. Then she applied lipstick. Erika said that the face was okay for now, but that I had to return in two weeks, just before the party, to touch up. Then she took a piercing gun in her hands. She took both my ears, cleaned them with ether or alcohol and shot two gold rings through them. I protested before the piercing ordeal, but Erika threatened to tell Johnny or apply an extra piercing if I kept that up so I stopped. After the ears she prepared to put a barbell through the top of my bellybutton. And I couldnt stop myself and protested. I remembered that she had to report to Johnny too late. I did warn you stupid girl. Now I have to give you an extra piercing. I would almost have been finished by now. Indeed Erika went on with the navel piercing and put the needle between two tweezers through the top of my belly button. I shall spare you the pain of some piercings on obvious or touchy places. I shall pierce the tongue. I almost cried out again, but a look from Erika stopped me just in time. She pulled out my tongue and used some stuff to make me feel it less. Then after careful placement she put the needle through and I cried out in pain. Erika was good. She applied the barbell and the piercing would not show in daily life. You will make some boy really happy with that, she said with a smirk. I didnt understand her. Well piercings can be removed I thought and I had wanted earrings all my life. It was not as if this was permanent. Mom was against it: it would destroy acupuncture spots. Erika declared the procedure complete and asked Gloria to show her buys of this afternoon. Gloria had been shopping for thongs and she came back with 6 pairs she hadnt shown me yet. She also bought the shoes. Gloria would trim my pussy. She explained to me that it was daily work for her to do this and not to be embarrassed. I was naked except for the three piercings and embarrassed as hell to let anybody else touch my pussy, I can tell you that. She was surprised that I wore no underwear seeing me the first time that day. Then she put me on the edge of the chair, laying back comfortably. She clipped and trimmed the long hairs with scissors. Then she asked me to stand up and raise my arms to remove the hair of my armpits. She applied oil instead of foam and explained that it was to prevent razor burn and in growing hairs. Then she took some new disposable razors and my armpits were smooth in a few minutes flat. I not only felt naked after the shaving but I was really naked too. Then Gloria gave me the shoes. She bought open sandals with heels 4 inches high and sharp as needles. Walk on these every chance you get and make yourself comfortable with them. After Gloria was finished Erika took me to the wall with a large full body sized mirror. I stumbled like a drunk on the high heeled shoes. Only then did she let me look into a mirror for the first time that afternoon. I have never been so horrified in my life looking at myself! I looked like a whore. My brows were shaped perfectly. Beautiful arches over my eyes, enhancing the gaze from my hazel eyes. My lashes were colored black and standing full in the light, my skin was pure and softly shining like silk, but the rest of my face My eyelids were puffy and red. Erika told me she had tattooed my eyelids and lips. Jesus Christ! For the rest of my natural life the eyes would not be without a black stripe just at the bottom of the lids. Many women just applied that with eye liner, but poor Giselle was marked for life. My mouth was shaped with a definite line around the lips. She had used some bright red color around my lips and she had shaped the lips more roundly. I had thick lips from the tattooing procedure and from the shape itself. They just looked like I was in for anything, pouting. Then looking down I could see my puffy pussy lips dangling under my body. The lips were protruded and I saw myself like a 10 year old again. With almost no pussy hair. On my feet were the 4 inch high heels. I was still working on my balance but it looked like my legs were long towers of flesh. The shoes were beautiful and made me look like 19 years old at least. I saw these kind of women on the street outside. Erika made me look like a whore. I started crying but I knew there was no way back. I was tattooed for eternity and I was totally in the power of Johnny. I knew after being marked like this and coming so far I could not refuse him anything in the future. Erika declared I was done for the day. She advised me to buy an ice cream to soothe the pain on my lips and to stop the swelling. The tattoo was not like putting dragons on somebodys arms. Erika used a much finer needle and this skin did not need deep penetration to stick. She expected that by tomorrow the swelling would almost not be visible. I did not want to go home and face my parents so I asked Erika where I could sunbathe in the nude. Lucky for me she knew of a small secluded beach not far from the parlour. Many movie stars from Los Angeles go there to get a full tan, she explained. Well they would, our town being a suburb of Los Angeles. Then Gloria showed me the thongs. One was even smaller then the next one! Gloria said this was what Johnny wanted. All of them were nothing more then strings through the butt and some square inches of cloth on the pussy only, not even that much on the vulva. Also the fabric was so sheer that it clung to the skin and showed everything by looking through it or by the shape it took on. I chose a black lacy thong to put on and paid Erika. After that I headed to the beach, wobbling dangerously on my new high heels. Needless to say I cried all afternoon. ------------------- I didnt see Johnny for a few days. My face had taken on its original shape the next day. Mom and dad went ballistic over my change telling that I was too young to make permanent decisions like that and and and. But in the end there was nothing they could do. I soon realised that I was doomed to wear lipstick all the time for the rest of my life, because otherwise people could see the distinction between the tattooed lip outline and the natural one. Erika had used some bright red color and I was destined to use bright colors. One problem came when my period started the day after the treatment. I couldnt wear napkins in my thongs, so I bought tampons. My pussy was tight but I managed to get them in. Also I had to get used to a string in my butt. My asshole was not used to having something against is and I plucked the whole first day getting my string out. By the second day I was more used to it and after the third day I loved the way they felt or better put, the way I never felt I anything. When I got home I started going through my drawer with panties. There were some that were to beautiful to throw away and I put them to the side. At hat moment Dan entered my bedroom and asked what I was doing. Im just going through some old stuff. I need some new clothes so Im just scanning my wardrobe. I said wishing him away. But Dan came closer. You know I have orders to help you get rid of your old underwear. So give. His big hands took all I had in the drawer. Gone were my panties, even the silk ones I got last Christmas. But he also took my body stockings. They had more cloth in the gusset than allowed, so they had to go. Dan threw them in a bag. I was devastated but I understood that he did that on orders from Dan. So I thought lets get it over with. I gave him my cotton bras too, leaving me with the lacy ones. A big cotton bra is no match with thongs are they? The piercings were no bother at all. Sure they hurt, but Erika gave me a bottle of antiseptic stuff that I applied and the wounds healed beautifully. My tongue piercing was placed perfectly. Even mom and dad didnt see the thing ever. No ticking against my teeth and no hissing in my speech. It took some time getting used to while eating, but the barbell was not that long and it was not in the way much. My classmates gave me the third degree on what and why, but I kept my mouth shut. I told them if they wanted to I could refer them to a parlour. But I think for these fourteen year olds that went too far. As it had for me to be honest. My friend Barbara was more perceptive than the others. You are trying to get in the clique huh? Do you know what they do with each other on their parties and weekends? Do you? Sex. Thats what. You better think Giselle. Yes I heard the rumours too and I thought that it made the deal the more interesting. At the same moment I suspected that little 14 year olds arent mature enough for that so they wouldnt, would they? I only now noticed that the other girls were treated the same way I was. I recognised the tattooing on their faces too. With some more than with others, but recognisable. I knew now why they all had these piercings. Still, these girls ------------------ In the week following Johnny beckoned me to him again. We were alone in a quiet part of the school, in a small hallway leading to the sport fields. Hi precious. Have you been keeping to the orders I gave you? he asked me. Yes Johnny, I have done everything that you have asked me, I said proudly, because I had. Prove it to me. Take of your top and skirt. By now I knew better than to discuss an order, so I quickly took of my top and skirt. The thongs I had on were really tiny and the tiny cloth and string more than once slipped between my pussylips. I stood before Johnny in nothing than my tiny thong and the three piercings. Waiting demurely for his approval. Hold your arms up and spread your legs two feet. I want to check for tanning lines. His face was almost on my skin when he gave me the once over. He pulled down the thong some to check for tanning lines. But I had been careful. I had turned every few minutes and I had tanned evenly all over. I had taken the bus and walked to the beach every day. This way I could practise walking the high heeled shoes and get a tan. I studied at the beach so I could make full use of the sun time. On the nude beach I was not the only one with an almost bare crotch. I had played volleyball with a bunch of regulars and I noticed that even some guys had bare cocks and balls I noticed. Then he checked the face. I heard him making approving sounds and that made me happy. Approval of this really hard to please kid. Youre doing fine. Keep this up and you will blend in perfectly with the top clique. I see you trimmed your cunt to tan better too. Perfect. New instructions for you: make an appointment with Madame Erika for Friday so she can touch up. Ill leave orders for her. You will do fine this Saturday. Wear a tight one piece dress. Erika will know. Now get lost. --------------- Fortunately Erika had scheduled in my appointment already expecting the return. Sadly again at one in the afternoon, so I had to skip some classes again. When I entered the parlour, wearing my high heels as usual outside school, Erika was pleased to see me. I see you are getting used to the shoes? Yes Erika, I wear them whenever I can. I keep them in my bag at all times and out of school I practise walking on them. I even once almost missed the bus and I had to run to get it. I tell you I can even run on these babies! She let me wash my face to get rid of any outside dirt and make up for the facial. Then she asked me how I was. Of course I had to tell her my parents were outraged and my girl friends were curious. Again Erika told me she had had instructions from Johnny and I had to sign a consent form. She told me nothing bad would be done to me so again I signed. Then she had me undress myself totally and sit in the chair. She scrubbed and massaged my face again and touched up the eyebrows with tweezers. Then she switched on the tattooing machine. I started to tell her that nothing more should be done, but she shushed me. You know that you have no say in it and that I will have to tell Johnny if you dont obey. So be still and lay back. I was really frightened that she would tattoo whatever on my body. But she was good. She reapplied ink to my eye lids making them blacker but not expanding the zone. Then she switched needles and reapplied the lip work. This time she applied some more color on the lips themselves, but the shape stayed the same. Then she touched up some freckles with skin toned dye. After that she inspected my piercings. They had healed well with the care I had given them. My ears had perfect holes in them Erika had done well and the positions were perfect too. The tongue piercing was done so well that my parents had not discovered it yet. I told her I had had trouble eating in the beginning, but now it was ok. I didnt lisple either like so many other girls do. Erika said we were almost ready. She had me stand up and took some hairclips to put my hair in a bun on top of my head. Then she took me to her bathroom just behind the parlour. She asked me to keep my arms wide of my body and to spread my legs two feet. Then she started to apply a nice smelling, green cream thickly all over my body. I was totally covered in it from my neck to my feet. She even applied it meticulously in all the crevices of my pussy and asshole and between. I had to wait 5 minutes and then shower off and scrub with some organic scrubbing sponge. I was really curious what the purpose of the creaming was. Then after my shower I dried off with a soft towel and I felt the change of my skin. It was soft and smooth, really smooth. I was really glad with that. Then I discovered why it was so smooth: I had no body hair anymore. Every tiny hair on my legs and arms was gone. Hey Erika. I have no hair anymore. Wont this itch and tingle when it grows back? Surprise. This is some safe but unapproved stuff from Johnnys dad that destroys and removes any hair follicle. So your hair will never grow back honey. Ever. I was shocked. Of course I could have known that Johnny had something else up his sleeve, but this But in reality it was not an unpleasant surprise. I knew some women paid dearly for laser removal for their legs and arms. Then I looked down and realised with a shock that my pussy had been well creamed too. I would never have hair on my pussy again!!! Gone was even the slightest stubble that had grown these past two weeks. Gone was the slightest shadow of hair on my poor pussy. No follicles were left and no hair would ever grow on my body again. Shit. Gloria again had gone shopping and came back with just the perfect dress. It was dark green and fit perfectly with my auburn hair. It clung to my body on every curve and reached to the top of my thighs, barely covering my ass. It had one inch wide shoulder straps with a round cleavage on front and back, just showing a nice cleavage of tits. On the front it had a large oval opening on the belly, from below the bottom of my tits to just the top of my vulva exposing my navel in the middle. On the back it had the same oval, right up to the top of my bum. Suddenly when I saw myself in the mirror I saw a beautiful woman and not a slut or whore anymore. Still I looked very mature for a 14 year old. Gloria also replaced my black training 4 inch heels. She bought a pair of lovely light shoes with 4 inch heels also. My training shoes were still ok but these matched the dress. The thong she bought for the occasion had no function whatsoever. It was not only sheer, it was totally transparent. It really almost only covered the oval of my pussy and pushed my lips together making the labia stick out. I could see the pink flesh shine through the fabric. ----------------- Dan, my brother was also applying to be one of the clique. He is 2 years older than I am and would be my driver for the night. He knew about my plans to get into the clique too and would drive us both over. I had arranged that I would sleep with Barbara, whose parents were away for the weekend and whose older sister had more eyes for her boyfriend then for her little sister and her sleepover. I could climb through the window to get to bed. Mom and dad simply thought I would have a real sleepover. Dan picked me up at Barbaras house. When we arrived at the huge mansion the party was well on its way. People were everywhere and Johnny had arranged not one but two locations with kegs of beer. Johnny greeted me when I stepped into the door. Dan had vanished already. Hi there lovely Giselle. Why dont you walk with me for a second? Lets see if everything is as we agreed. He took me upstairs to his bedroom and put me in front of his large closet with a full length mirror. Undress for me please. He said and I started to take of my dress without the slightest hesitation. Soon I was only dressed in my thong and high heels. I knew he would check me out, but he would find nothing wrong. My tan was even and a golden shine adorned my body. The hair on my body was gone, my pussy was smooth and clean. My face was shaped as he had ordered Erika. I wore no bra and my thong was stringy and see through. I had 4 piercings in my body of which 3 were obvious. I bought a nice jewel to replace the navel stud and now I had a small green flower in my belly button. Yes I must say that I had done everything to belong to the clique and he would take me into the group and reveal the last secret. Johnny indeed could find nothing wrong. He checked me thoroughly but everything was as he had ordered. I suspected that the check could have ended sooner, but Johnny took his time. Lets see if Erika did her job well. He took off my thong. Letting it drop to the floor and felt with his fingers along my pussylips. I almost put my legs together, but managed to restrain myself. He touched along the whole length of my labia and on the piece of skin between the cunt and the asshole too. I knew there was not one single hair there. He grunted approvingly. Then he stood before me and said that I had entered the selection. You may be surprised, but there are more girls here tonight that want to belong to the group and you will all independently be valuated. This means that the boys will be your judges and rate your general behaviour this evening. Be friendly, be social, have fun. And remember that any girl could be your opponent; any boy can be your judge. Only one can make it into the group at the end of the night. With that I dressed up again and we joined the party. A couple of hours later Johnny called me to come to him. I had enjoyed the evening and danced and laughed with some guys. I even had had some beer and I felt happy and light in the head, but not drunk. I had not taken too much notice of my almost non existent clothing. The nights in the nude had paid up Giselle I want you to take of your panties and hand them to Bob. I hesitated for a sec. I was dressed in a dress that did almost not cover my bum. The thong was my last resort of virtue, how ever small it may have been. But I was trained well and I would not give up hours before finals. So I wiggled out of my sheer, stringy thong and handed them over to Bob, who was really pleased with them, or so it seemed. Please smell them Bob. Tell me if Giselle here was a nice young lady and that she cleaned herself after using the bathroom. As a matter of fact I had washed myself below. If only because the dress was so short and the thong so not absorbing that I didnt want any odours to escape. Bob made a show out of covering his nose with the thong and inhaling loudly. He had already seen that they were clean and fresh of course. Inspected and found spotless, sir, he said to Johnny. Thank you Giselle, you have not disappointed me. You can go. Bob did not make any move suggesting he handed over my underwear to me again, so after a few seconds I left without them. The rest of the evening went by in a party way. Boys and girls were nice to me. There were some girls that were treated like me in the cosmetic sense and I kinda guessed that these were my opponents. They were all gorgeous without fail and dressed to kill. Like I was. At about eleven thirty Johnny came up to me again. Giselle, the judges have their notes together and we are ready for the last part. You have done very well and I hope you dont blow the last part. Please come with me. He led me to his room again. We were alone in the room, the curtains were drawn and only one or two lights were on, barely enough to see where we were going. Part of the clique is to help each other. The girls help the guys and the guys help the girls. That is cool isnt it? Johnny asked. Well yes Johnny, it is ok to stick together and help each other. I said to him. So if I told you that I needed help with something you would help me, wouldnt you? Of course Johnny, I would help you. I was curious where he was leading up to. Please take of my trousers then, there is something there that needs help. There we were. Sex was a part. I knew that because of the rumours going round in school. But also the other girls So I wasnt surprised. Johnny Im still a virgin and I Thank you for the information. But I didnt ask you anything, it is not important now and you have will do as I say. So get to work. Johnny was getting angry and that would blow the whole thing. I hadnt gone this far, upsetting my parents, getting pierced and tattooed, pussy bald for the rest of my life to quit now. So I undid his buckle, opened his button and unzipped his zipper. His pants dropped and I saw his boxer. Anticipating his next command I reached for his boxers, but he stopped me. Not so fast. I think that you could lose some clothing too now. But he and I knew that I only wore the dress and shoes. I decided to play with him and took of one of the shoes. This better? I asked him playfully. Might as well enjoy myself. Johnny laughed and appreciated the courage I had. Ok you can go on now. He said laughingly. Again I did not do the expected but took of his shirt and threw it away. He had thrown of his loafers when he entered, so he was now only dressed in boxers. The front of them stood forward, displaying a semi hard on. I was not experienced, but Dan and I once found a sex video in moms drawer and watched it together. There I learned about masturbation and penetration and using your mouth. I had practised masturbation occasionally after that. So I knew what sex was. Youre on again, he said to me. I took of my other shoe and the dress. His eyes lighted when he saw me in the nude and his boxers stood out more. Kneel in front of me and take off my boxers. I want you to suck my cock and afterwards I will do you a favour in return. I know you are inexperienced so I will teach you how. I lunged forward to get to his boxers and when I pulled them down his cock fell from the restraining cotton and slapped me in the eye. It startled me and Johnny laughed. I saw that his cock and balls were totally bare. Take a good look at my cock and learn the various parts of it. Youll notice that I have no hair either. The males of the clique have to do some things about themselves too, you know. The balls are sensitive. Squeeze them softly for pleasure. I took his sack in my hands and felt the balls wiggle in my hands. Now take your other hand and grab my cock. Softly put your hand around it and jerk it up and down. Nice and easy. I did as instructed. I was surprised that his cock was hard and soft at the same time. Pulling it it came close to my mouth the whole time, and I looked at it with interest. I noticed that his cock kept on rising and growing. When does this thing stop? I saw the actors in the movie. They were large, but they must have been special. That kind of cock would never fit anywhere with me. In the end Johnnys cock was about 7 inches. Fairly normal he told me. Then I saw a drop of fluid on the tip of his cock. I felt it with my thumb and it was slippery. Mmmmhh your penis is getting wet from excitement, I said to him. This is not a penis. You will call it cock or dick, nothing else. Johnny responded. Now, kiss the tip of my cock. Lick the precum and taste it, he told me. I licked the tip. It was smooth and the precum tasted salty and fishy. Not bad, just not good either. Take the head in your mouth and suck softly. Use your tongue too. Let the cock enter your mouth and swallow it. Just dont use your teeth! I did that and Johnny started fucking my mouth softly. Each time entering more of his cock in my mouth. After two inches he reached the end of my mouth and I started gagging a bit. I was not sure what he expected from me, so I didnt stop him. Johnny pushed his cock further and further and I had trouble not gagging. But somehow I managed to suppress it. His head entered my throat and that was the limit. I could not take any more of his cock. Johnny was really glad. You have gone further than any girl the first time. I think we can make you a star cocksucker yet and deepthroating is on the repertoire for certain. Next time when I reach your throat, let it enter and swallow like taking down a large chunk of food, then allow the cock in your throat. His words had made me proud and it made me want to do better. I was convinced I could make the cut by tonight and become member of the clique before the other girls in the competition. Johnny pushed his cock in once again and indeed I could swallow about an inch extra of his cock. When Johnny kept pushing I panicked and couldnt breathe anymore and he took it out. We kept on cock sucking for some minutes. I started finding out what he liked from his grunting and Johnny taught me how to use my piercing to excite him more. Now I understood why Erika said I would make some boy real happy. Bitch. I proceeded sucking the top of his cock, stroking it with my hands at the same time. Johnny warned me he was getting close to orgasm. There is one extra rule: cum doesnt reach the floor ever. It goes either in the girl or on the girl. If it goes on you, you make sure it gets in you too. This time Ill cum in your mouth. Taste it and swallow it! I held his cockhead in my mouth as he indeed came close to cumming. I sucked the sensitive head and used my piercing to heighten the sensation. Then I felt his cock grow rigid and without further warning he started exploding in my mouth. I didnt know what to expect. It could be a drop but it could also be a gallon. So I immediately started swallowing. He spurted maybe six times and it was too much for me. His cum started leaking out the sides of my mouth as he kept on cumming inside my mouth. The amount was not that much, but I had to keep the cock inside too. Johnny was spent and he took out his cock after the last spurt. Clean my cock with your tongue, Giselle and use your fingers to lap up the last of my cum from your face. Tastes good, huh? I can say that I found it an interesting taste. It tasted salty and fishy. Not too bad but I think it would be an acquired taste to get to love it. But I didnt mind in the least. Now you know about cock sucking. I suspect that you will become a master in the time to come. Why dont you lie down on my bed for a while and Ill explain how I can repay you. I lied down on the four poster bed and Johnny came lying next to me. With his left hand he started stroking my belly and he fondled the navel piercing. Then his hand wandered up and he cupped my left tit. His right hand supported his head when he looked down on my body and up to my face, staring me in the eyes. You are a lovely girl. Beautifully developed and still developing to be a stunning lady. The clique will help you to fulfil all your dreams. There is a price to pay, but judging from your eager response just now, I think that you will pay happily. I will be one of your teachers to find your way along your own body. Come to me. Johnny said. He started kissing me. His lips felt soft to mine and he grinded them softly against me. Then his mouth opened and his tongue snug out to touch my mouth. He probed his way between my lips and automatically I opened my mouth quickly to give him total access. His tongue was in my mouth and we intertwined tongues. It was a totally erotic movement and when he started to bring his hand to my booby and squeezed it I welcomed him. It was the perfect moment to enhance my hot feeling at that moment. I never knew this feeling before from another person, but when I masturbated the feeling was almost the same. Tingles went to my pussy from his ministrations to my nipples. Then his head lowered and he took my right nipple in his mouth, started sucking and biting around it. I thought I went through the roof! Boy could he ever excite a girl from nibbling her tits, or was it just me that got excited from it? I felt pure lust travelling from my tits to my pussy, which went wet instantly. Johnny was hot to the trot and had his hand on my cunt in no time. He felt the moisture seeping through the clean hairless folds and his arched finger that he took through the length of my pussy was already soaking wet when he was only half way. We are going to have fun, darling, Oh yes we are. I heard Johnny mutter under his breath as he switched tits and started sucking on my left tit. I swear I almost reached orgasm from his tit sucking alone. If he would have taken it just a little bit further I would have gone over that crest. But he didnt. Instead he kissed his way down, sucking on my navel piercing and then ending with his head between my thighs. Automatically I spread my legs wide creating an obscene picture for him. He had a clear view of my bare, hairless cunt and he played with his finger along the length of my outer labia. Then his finger entered my virgin pussy some and he played with my inner labia. When he pushed his finger in some more he bumped into my hymen which didnt really hurt, but I felt it real good. I fleetingly wondered how it would feel when I lost it in the far future. Johnny started working on my cunt seriously. His right hand was still fondling my tits, but the orgasm edge was off now. His left hand was going up and down over my slit, until his thumb touched my clit. Again I felt fireworks going off and I imagined I was head banging against the sealing. Miles high through the roof. It was such a feeling that I have never created with myself masturbating. Johnny started lapping at my cunt. I could feel he was an expert. His tongue lapped up my female secretions and he massaged my labia with ease and devotion. Then he started lapping at my clit and sucking it in. He would hold of sometimes and I was begging him not to stop. I felt an orgasm coming up from far and it was a raring thunder getting close. I knew this was the one I couldnt give myself and I was desperate that he give it to me. I was close, holding of, getting more from the mega cum that was nearing its peak. Oh sweet expectations. Johnny as a master director switched from fingering my cunt to lapping my clit, fingering my tits at the same time holding me on that plateau. But he never took me over the edge. I just didnt reach the ultimate cum and I knew it was just around the corner. I started using my own hands to get the ultimate pleasure, but Johnny ordered me not to. Make me cum Johnny. Im so near, please make me cum, I begged him to take me to that wonderfull place. You want to cum darling? You want Johnny to give you a nice orgasm? Is that it Giselle? YES Johnny, make me cum. I cant stand it anymore, Im so close, so close, I said. Then he positioned himself quickly between my legs. His cock was stiff and majestic pointing at my opening. The tip dangerously close within a second. He pushed the cockhead between my labia when I sobered up enough to object. NO, dont fuck me. I cant, No no no uunnggghhh And with one fluid motion he was inside my cunt, breaking my cherry in one stride and bottoming out completely. The sting of breaking my hymen was sharp and really painful, but Johnny only stopped when he had completely invaded my sacred body. Ouch ooooh Johnny please take it out. I cant, Im too young to fuck. Please no. But my crying was in vane. Of course my cherry was busted. I couldnt do anything about it or glue it back together. Johnny started taking out his huge cock that filled up my young girls body, only to push it back inside me. Over and over he repeated the motion, fucking my fourteen year old hairless cunt. I stopped complaining, accepting the inevitable. Johnny would fuck me any way he liked. After a while the orgasm that was so near to me earlier started creeping op that hill again. We had found a rhythm that was as old as the world. I was getting into it and the orgasm was getting closer and closer again. My legs surrounded his body that lay on me, stuffing that marvellous cock in and out of my poor pussy. Oooohh Yes Johnny do it harder, deeper. Oh boy Im so close again. So close. Dont stop this time Johnny. Make me cum this time Johnny. Dont stop till I cum. I cried out loud. Then I felt the most wonderful cum cumming up from deep within my body. It was unstoppable this time and I felt the first waves of orgasm ripping through my body, when Johnny grew bigger and more rigid inside me. I knew that his orgasm was impending too and that would be perfect, but suddenly it dawned on me like a bucket of ice water Not inside me, not inside me!!!! Im ovulating. Ill get pregnant! Get it out! Johnny kept on pushing his cock inside my poor ovulating body and my own orgasm which really was unstoppable overtook my sanity and I could only grunt in ecstasy as the most powerful orgasm ripped through my body. Oooooh, yyyeeaaaaahhh Im cumminggg I heard Johnny grasping for air too and he buried his cock as deeply as possible in my cunt, delivering his potent sperm directly into my womb. With short outward and inward motions Johnny deposited six or seven huge spurts of cum inside my fertile cunt. He collapsed on my body, supporting his weight enough to let me breathe too. After a few minutes of heavy panting he lifted himself looking me in the eye and he kissed me open mouth. His cock was still buried inside my pussy, closing the opening and blocking the way for the seed to seep out. I told you, cum gets into the girl. I was desperate that he would have impregnated me. I had to admit that it had heightened the orgasm just before, knowing that he could knock me up just then, but of course after all the magnificent orgasm was not worth the danger of motherhood. Well Giselle, I think you did admiringly well this whole evening. The seed is inside your cunt. You cant do anything about it just now, so accept it for what it is. Ill take my cock out and youll clean it with your mouth. Then we will see if the judges have concluded their verdict. Johnny got off my body and I did clean his semi hard cock with my tongue lapping up his cum and my own. There were five boys waiting in the hallway and Johnny let them into the bedroom. He himself had dressed in a robe, but I was still naked as a newborn child, without the hair too. When I stood I could feel the seed drip from my body, searching its way down my thighs. It was dark in the room and I could not see the faces of the jury. But Johnny told me they all had give the word go for my initiation. There was just one aspect that they had to test for themselves. I didnt need to figure that one out, as I saw that they all undressed and put their clothes on their own heaps along the side of the room. When they were all naked, I saw all their dicks in sorts and shapes and above all; sizes. One thing they all had in common: they still had their pubes. Johnny, I think that I know what follows now, but I thought that the guys had to be bald too? What about that? I asked him. You are clever and one step ahead my Giselle. Go to my bathroom next door and prepare the guys as you yourself are prepared. Cream their cocks and balls and have them wash after five minutes. He handed me a jar of the cream I got to know at Erikas only the previous day. I chuckled, because I knew that none of these boys would ever wear a patch of hair on their cocks and sacks after I was through with them. The first boy entered the bathroom. I knew of him, but I did not know his name. His cock was semi erect and I had no trouble applying the cream to his dick and balls. Then the other boys filed into the bathroom and I prepared them all. The last boy shocked me immensely. It was my brother standing there with his proud cock protruding from his body. He too was embarrassed to be there, knowing what was to follow in a few minutes. Suddenly I got a wild idea and I smeared the cream onto my brother, but I did not stop at his cock and balls which I smeared copiously. I creamed his total pubic area, his asshole and buttocks his back and torso and his armpits. I only left the arms and legs uncreamed. Then I beckoned Johnny. I knew Johnny shaved instead of using the cream. I more or less ordered him to use the cream too and he looked at me inquisitively but gave in and came to have his cock and balls for ever hairless. The boys scrubbed and showered and were hairless from that point on. These judges are here to test you for your final test. We are with six guys and you are just one girl. I think you will have to use your imagination to keep us all happy. One thing guys: we know about the rule, cum gets into the girl, but tonight nobody cums into her cunt, except me. I guess she has a lot of swallowing to do. And I did swallow. Johnny let me take position on my hands and knees and his cock was buried inside me in no time, taking me from behind. The other boys took position at my face and while I jerked of one guy I sucked another. They rotated clockwise after every couple of minutes and I sucked my own juice from a fresh cock every few minutes. Then the boys started to get near orgasm and came in my mouth one by one. The last two were Johnny and Dan, Johnny filling my fertile cunt with fresh seed while Dan was filling my mouth with his. I guess you could say that I was broken in. Well guys what do you all say. Is this the one for tonight? Johnny asked their verdict. They gave me six thumbs up. Johnny went to the other side of the room and took some electrical appliance. He plugged it in next to his bed and asked me to lie on my back. After a few minutes I saw a dark red glow in the dark room and suddenly I realised what the last part was. Johnny held me to the bed and applied the mark that I had seen in the girls shower several times. The last secret. Just of the side of my clit on my for ever bare cunt, apparent to everyone to see, he applied the branding mark. It was a circle with two parallel lines with inside it the words: clique approved slut. I was in, and they would be in me Epilogue: Johnny had indeed knocked me up that first time. It took me four weeks to find the courage to tell my parents and we decided that I would keep the baby. Yes a fourteen year old with a baby. I the beginning when nothing showed I kept sucking and fucking all the guys in the clique and attended every party. I went to finish school and true to his word Johnny helped me get through everything. My mom was present at birth and saw the branding mark for the first time, adorning my bare cunt and so visible. Johnnys dad started a trust fund for the baby and Ill never have any financial trouble. The baby is five months old now. It is a lovely girl with Johnnys golden hair and my hazel eyes. Figure that. Im on my way to Johnny once again and once again ovulating, but I think Ill wait telling him that after he has fucked me real good a couple of times

DISCLAIMER: This is possibly a story of fiction. If you are not an adult, you cannot consent, even to read this story. Note also that my stories may portray sexual acts that are not necessarily safe. Since you are an adult reading this, you know it. Note too that this story, like all my stories, is Copyright (c) 2003 by Katinka. All Rights Reserved. No commercial publishing is allowed, but feel free to post my stories at other free websites with reference to me as the author. Do drop me a note telling me where you are posting my stories. No modification whatsoever is allowed. +++++ Tutoring My Cunt Chapter 1. Hi, my name is Conny Soon and I would like to tell you more about myself and the way I have come to where I am now. I'm 18 years old and I can say of myself that I am gorgeous. No need to beat around the bush about it. My name may suggest that I am oriental, but I'm white. I'm 5'5 and I have long, dark brown hair hanging till midback. I am a size 36 with B-size tits. My face is ovally shaped with dark brown eyes, which are framed by long black lashes. My eyebrows are dark and arched so that my face is open and inviting. My mouth is wide but not big. My lips are full. I just want to make a picture for your imagination, but I know I am just lucky the way I look. I don't have to work to maintain my hourglass figure, although I love gymnastics and fitness. More important may be that I am intelligent. In Junior High I was a straight A student, again, without having to work hard. Just pay attention in Class and doing my homework was enough. I am a woman now and I am confident about myself and sex. It was not always like this and I have had to learn some valuable lessons. How this came about I will tell you in the following story. ------ When I was 14 years old, I lived with my mom, dad and identical twin sister Jenny in Los Angeles, CA. We moved to another, better part of town, just at the time that my sister and I started High School. We were 14 at the time, being born late in the year. Jenny settled in quite easily and made friends by the dozen, but I had trouble getting into the rhythm of things. My only good friend then was Cathleen, a lovely redhead. We talked about a lot of things, normal stuff that teenagers talk about: clothes, boys, music etc. All my life I wanted to become a doctor and after my first visit to the gynecologist I knew that I wanted to specialize in that particular field. It was just as if the puzzle fell into place. Cathleen wanted to become a vet and so we had a lot of classes together. When after several months I still couldn't find the rhythm and my grades dropped to B's I broke out in tears in Biology class. It was the end of the period and nobody saw me, because they were scrambling out of the room, but my teacher, Mrs. Wright, came over to me, handed me a white handkerchief and asked: "What is wrong dear?" She is about 55 years old and has Grey hairs in a tight bun on the back of her head. She is still a looker and dresses conservatively, but really advantageous to her body. Her make up is always perfect and her pose is self-confident. I told her my story about missing the connection with my fellow students and my dream of becoming a gynecologist. My doubts about getting there and so on. Mrs. Wright looked at me for a long time. I felt her eyes wandering over my entire body and she openly stared at my tits and thighs. I almost felt as if she could look through my clothes and I felt naked in that classroom. Although it made me uneasy at first, it also excited me in a funny way. She couldn't have seen much. I was used to dressing in loose clothes that hid my body from view. Eventually she said: "I may have a solution for you. It may not be easy to start with, but I think that in time you will benefit greatly". My face must have lit up when she said that, because I felt enormous relief. I said: " I will do anything to get to my dream. Tell me what you have in mind and I will do it" "Well dear, anything may just be what you have to do. Meet me tomorrow after school in this classroom and I will tell you what I have in mind. Until than I want you to think about what it is that you really want and what you will do to get it." I ran home relieved and curious to what Mrs. Wright had in mind. That evening homework was easy and I went to bed early. In bed I thought about the eyes from Mrs. Wright that had wandered so openly over my body. Again I felt that warm, funny feeling. The nakedness that was not so bad now I got to think of it. Also I felt a strange sense of pride that a person was looking to me in such a fashion. At 14 I couldn't do anything with that feeling yet, but the warm feeling stayed with me until I fell to sleep. I didn't need to think about what I wanted. I made plans in my mind for years about how I would be a doctor. Helping people to stay or become healthy. How I could help women to get pregnant and be happy with their families. How people would be grateful to the doctor for helping them. The next day I couldn't wait till after school. I had been so depressed these first few months in a new school and with my grades dropping to unknown levels for me, that I wanted any solution that pulled me up a bit. I hadn't told Cathleen anything about Mrs. Wright's idea. To start with, because I didn't know anything about it myself, but also out of a strange feeling to keep it from her. When the bell rang for the last time I quickly walked to Mrs. Wright's classroom. She was looking into some papers on her desk, but she put them aside when I entered the room. She pointed to a chair directly in front of her. "Ah, there you are my dear. You must be anxious to learn what I have in mind, for the last bell has only just ended." "Yes Mrs. Wright", I said sitting down, "I really want to know if you can help me." Mrs. Wright looked at me and said: "You said yesterday that you would do anything to get to your dream. Did you think about that yesterday? What did you find?" I said: "I want to be a good doctor. I want to help people get healthy and get on with their own dreams of getting a family." "What do you think what makes a good doctor?", Mrs. Wright asked. I was a bit confused. I didn't think that the conversation would go that way. "Well, you really have to know all about the medical solutions you can perform, and also you must know your patients well." I said. Mrs. Wright looked at me. Again her eyes almost undressed me and I felt that she could even look further inside of me. It wasn't a bad feeling as if a pervert was looking at me, but still I felt naked and uneasy. "What human skills should a doctor have, you think?', Mrs. Wright asked me. Now I knew what She was getting to. "Well of course you need to have strong communicational skills, and the guts to think out of the ordinary and maybe some things may come in time with experience." "Experience, yes", she said in a soft, slow fashion and she looked at me intensively. It seemed that she had made up her mind about something and she looked to the back of the classroom and said: "Richard, please will you join us?" I turned around. There was a boy, maybe a young man, in the shadows of the back of the room. In my haste to hear the solution I hadn't spotted him. He must have been around 18. He was 6 feet tall and had a beautiful body. A real athletes figure. His hair was blond and cut in the fashion of that time. I recognized him as the captain of the football team. Richard Cummings: hero of the school, dream of every girl and prize of the day. Everybody knew that he was single, but that he had different dates every Saturday. "Richard here also wants to become a doctor," Mrs. Wright said, "He is preparing to go to college and he had some of your feelings a couple of years ago. I started to work with him. We went through all the subjects in school that you need to know, but also, we worked hard to build his self esteem." I was surprised that Richard Cummings would need to have to build his self-esteem. Mrs. Wright saw my amazement. "Yes dear, not everybody is born with an overload of self esteem and trust in their own capacities. I figure that your problem is similar to that of Richard then. That is why I want to propose Richard as your tutor. You two can figure out how you want to shape things yourself." And with that she waved us out of the classroom and went on with her work at the desk. Richard and I walked towards the playing field. He had football practice. Richard said to me: "Well Conny, you have a lot to think about. What Mrs. Wright had in mind may be a little bit unclear to you at this moment. What she proposes is that I guide you through this year and that I help you to develop your talents hidden inside you. She must have a high opinion of you, because in 25 years she only helped two other people before you and me. I want you to go home and think about this conversation with Mrs. Wright and me. Think about what makes a doctor and not an average doctor but an extreme good doctor. "Come to my house after school on Monday and we will think of the way that we will shape this. Think about my question and have some good answers Monday afternoon!" After that he gave me his address and left for his practice. I was amazed about the way the afternoon had developed. Richard Cummings would be my tutor. The handsomest man in the school. The man every girl dreamed of. And what was this tutoring anyway? What would he teach me? Subjects from school Mrs. Wright had said and building self esteem. How do you do that? Well, I had the whole weekend to think about it. Saturday Cathleen and I went shopping. She always tried to get me to wear anything but my baggy trousers and sweatshirts. When we were in a store and Cathleen was trying on some dresses I saw a beautiful blue dress. It would go to half thigh and the shoulder straps were about an inch wide. In the front it closed nicely and the back was high. I imaged myself in the tight fitting dress showing it to Richard and his eyes roaming over my so clearly displayed figure. I got a warm feeling in my belly and it went all the way to my thighs. I kept thinking about Richard and I was almost tempted to buy the dress. Almost. But in the end I couldn't get myself to even try it on. Cathleen was seeing the alpha male boy from class. Dan McCarthy, a nice boy but also 15, like her. They would go out later that evening and she asked me to come. I didn't want to be the fifth wheel and so I declined. I knew they were not fucking yet. Cathleen was a virgin like myself. But I knew there were things you could do without losing your virginity. Still it takes time together, so that's why I didn't go. Monday in school I saw Richard a couple of times. He didn't see me though or at least he pretended not to see me. After school I walked to the address Richard gave me. It was a large house with a double garage next to it. In school I had learned that Richards father was a well-known surgeon and his mother did something in plastic surgery. They were quite rich and they had a lot of friends all over our part of town. It seemed that the family was well known and liked. I rang the bell and Richard opened almost immediately. "Hi", he said, "good that you are here. Would you like some iced tea?" After he poured two glasses and we sat down in the living room he became serious. "Well Conny, what did you think of and what is your idea about the tutoring?" After that we had a long conversation about what a superb doctor should be like. He would have to have skill, knowledge and feeling for the patients. Experience should be able to make the right diagnose and give human advise to those in need of it. The doctor should be a person of influence, people should be able to put their trust in him and listen to him. Richard asked me: "How far are you willing to go to achieve your goal?" "I will do anything," I said. "Really?" "Really!" "Ok", Richard said, "what we will do is work on all sorts of subjects in school and out. That means that we will do whatever it takes to build this superb doctor. I have had my training from Mrs. Wright and I will pass it over to you. It may not always be easy. You will meet yourself along the road and it may be that you have to conquer yourself more than once. Are you willing to do that?" "Yes", I said. "Right, then there are some rules that you have to follow and they are non negotiable once you have agreed to them. "Rule #1: You will do whatever I say as long as I say. I will ask you to do things that may shock you, but never hurt you. I know who you are by the time I ask these things of you. "Rule #2: we will meet here every school day after the last period. The tutoring will not cost you a cent, but I may ask you to spend money and all costs will be paid by you. "Rule #3: we will not tell anybody of what goes on inside these walls. Only after mutual consent can we reveal certain aspects. This also means that persons to be included here will only attend after our mutual consent and they cannot tell anyone else either. "Rule #4: I will do my best to build you and me to our goal: to be superb doctors. In the case that I make an error of judgment and I ask things of you that you cannot or will not do, you say the word: "Washington". After you say that word, just once, everything stops immediately. We will also immediately stop the tutoring and you will not see me again. "What do you think?" I thought about these rules, but I trusted Richard so I said: "I agree to these rules." "Ok", Richard said, "you may undress totally and put your clothes by the door." I was stunned by his first command. I couldn't find the reason for it and I started to protest. I couldn't speak a word though. Richard was quick with his answer of my unspoken protest: "If you are a doctor, you will see many people in all sorts of shapes and dress. You must be completely natural in this. You may protest my commands but you will do them. Your solution not to perform is the word "Washington" and you know the consequence of that. I expect your opinion on many things. This is what makes a good doctor: a mind of his own, I may even alter the command but you will do as I say." Well so this is how it would be, I thought. I am in the hands of this young man and I agreed to it voluntarily. But how bad can it be to be undressed? We walk naked around the house at home going to the bathroom? "Will you undress?", I asked. "Yes, we will both be naked from the moment we enter the door. You will always undress when entering here. My mom and dad will not be home before 6. You will not see them. But even then they are doctors themselves and used to nakedness. So get to it or say The Word." I turned around and started to undress reluctantly. First my oversized Sweater and T-shirt. Richard could see my white, totally useful but non sexual bra and I felt his eyes on my back. Then my shoes. Then my baggy trousers. When I was only dressed in my bra and panties I turned around and looked at Richard. I pleaded with my eyes. Richard was stern and said: "All of it!" So I undid my bra at the back and put it on the pile of clothes on the chair by the door. My B-size breasts fell free and my nipples reacted to the chill. It may have been hot in the room but the chill did not come from the outside. After that I took of my large panties. My hairy vagina was exposed to the air and the eyes of Richard once I was turned around. I could feel that Richard was looking at me and it took a lot of power to make that turn. I kept my left hand in front of my vagina and the right hand and arm in front of my breasts. I couldn't look Richard in the eyes. Then he said: "Now I will take everything of too, like I promised. You will look at me undressing". He was more used to taking his clothes of in front of somebody new than I and took of his clothes in a normal pace. He unbuttoned his shirt, took it of with his T-shirt. Opened his belt, button and zipper and took of his trousers. He was only dressed in his boxer shorts. He looked at me, but I couldn't look him in the eyes. Then he took the boxer short of and was completely naked. He stood tall and I could see his muscled torso. The well defined muscles on his stomach, his arms and his legs. And I could see his penis. It was soft. I had seen the penis of my father. We were no prudes at home. But in the new house I shared a bathroom with Jenny and mom and dad had a bathroom of their own. So it was a while. Richard's penis was nice. He had a bunch of pubic hair surrounding it. I could see that it was thick, even in the soft state. It was about two inches long now. I couldn't help but wonder how long it would be if it was hard. I never had these thoughts before and I was astounded. Still visions in my head got my imagination running and I saw in my mind his penis throbbing with excitement. "We will get some taboos out of the way immediately." Richard said. "First I want you to stand up straight and hang your arms loosely to your side." It took me some will power, but I managed. "Ok then. Now we will name the parts of our body." He came closer to me and pointed to my vagina. "What have we here?" "My vagina", I said. "Correct in the biblical and biological way. But there are other names: cunt, pussy, fuckhole and so on. We will call it cunt or pussy. Your pussy has pussy lips and a clitoris or clit. A cunt is for pleasure and to give birth. You put something in and it produces new live. Therefore: you are My Cunt. I will put experience and knowledge in you, you will be reborn as a superb doctor. I will call you Cunt between us. It is close to your name anyway. "Now what are these?" he said pointing at my breasts. "My breasts". "Right again. Also known as boobies, hooters, mamas and tits. We will call them tits. There are nipples or nips on the front of your tits. I want you to be at ease with these names so that is why we will use them from now on. "What is this then", pointing to his penis. "A penis?" "Yes. And also cock, dick, and many more names. We will call it a dick or cock. I will put things into you, so between us you will call me Dick. It also fits my name because my parent and close friends always call me Dick". "There are many more names for the human anatomy and we will get there in time. "Well Cunt, let's go to my room over the garage and start with your lessons for tomorrow." ----- Dick had his own complete apartment over the garage. There was a bathroom with a large shower and toilet, a study with a desk, a computer, a large couch and a skeleton standing in the corner. Also he had a pantry and a separate bedroom with a king-size waterbed. It was a posterbed and it looked nice and romantic. "With tutoring I won't start your lectures over again. You are really intelligent and that would be an insult more than a help. Because I am older than you and further into the material I will trigger you by giving you the big picture of it all and we will work your homework in that frame. This way I think you will be challenged more than you were in the classroom." And we did just that. We worked through the material and he gave me a look into the future. I could easily relate to what he told me and he was fun to be with. He could explain very clearly where we were going and put my study in perspective. I could not help myself from glancing at his dick several times. He must have noticed but he didn't tell. I loved the way it swayed when he was walking. My imagination said that his dick grew a little when I leaned over to point something out. I know that my cunt was feeling warm like I have never felt before. Must be because it is always locked up behind my panties. Later that afternoon Richard ended our session. He asked me what sports I did. "I have always done gymnastics and I entered she schoolteam only recently", I said. "Ok, start fitness in the studio on Whitaker street. There are classes with young girls like you and no housewives. Take one of those classes, two afternoons a week. You will buy a leotard and also a bodysuit but with thong panties. Except for shoes; wear nothing else. "Also start a job for Saturday mornings or afternoons at Munchies, the diner at 1st and Malcolm. No evenings yet, but you are too young anyway." I knew both places. They are in the vicinity of the school and frequented by students. On Saturdays the diner was a regular meeting place for youth. "I am not sure if there is an opening for a job at Munchies." "Go there tomorrow. There will be an opening." He was quite confident. With that he sent me away, so I dressed at the door and said goodbye. Walking down the street I thought about the strange day. Undressing was totally weird. I felt like being used for pleasure and I didn't know what to do with it. Still I trusted Dick, as I had called him all afternoon. Now that I was clothed again I felt the confines of it. I never would have thought that I'd rather take my clothes of than have them on. For the rest of the week this pattern didn't change. I undressed at the door and Dick was already naked. His clothes were in his room. I was glad to go to Dick. He was nice and friendly. We laughed a lot about the lessons. He really inspired me with his wit, his knowledge and his judgment about me. I became used and even comfortable with being naked around him. I stole not so many glances at his dick anymore. But hey, of a thing of beauty you never get enough so I still looked a lot at his body. I got a job at Munchies as Dick predicted. Maybe he even had a hand in it. More than maybe even. Starting next Saturday I was to wait tables in a short light blue dress and white apron. Also I started at the gym. The girls in my class were nice and a bit older. Ranging from 15 to 19 I think. It cost a fair amount of money to take the fitness classes and to buy the outfit. Now I understood why I had to take the job: to be independent. The outfit itself was quite something else. I bought it in the store and I tried it on in the dressing room. I bought a white leotard and a pink body. It shoved right into my cunt and ass. I could see the outline of my pussy lips right through it. It got me in serious doubt, but I bit my lip and paid quickly. At home I was in serious doubt again. When I wore it the first lesson the girls looked at me with interest and I guess they saw me not as one of those prissy girlies, but as a young woman. Now I understood the intention of Dick. That Monday afternoon I undressed at the door again. Dick took me up to his room and positioned me in front of a full-length mirror. "What do you see?" he asked. "Umm I see myself." "Talk about yourself and touch everything that you are talking about. Name it like we agreed." I was reluctant but went on with it anyway. "Umm .. This is my face. This is my hair, these are my eyes .." I touched everything that I spoke of. It felt nice to do that. I felt my eyebrows consciously for the first time. They were thick and could do with some styling. I saw my lashes. I never even paid attention to them, but now I saw that they could do with some make up. I saw my beautiful brown eyes and I told Dick that I liked them very much. "Go on", he said. "Touch your tits. Talk to me about your feelings for them". I went down with my hands and I cupped a tit in each hand. "These are my tits. They are a size B. I don't think they will grow much more. I like them this way. They do make me wear a bra though and I don't like that. My nipples are beautiful. The aureoles are just about an inch wide and the nipples are nice." "Fondle your tits". I didn't know what he meant. How fondle them? So I started to touch them like I do in the shower. Just like rinsing. "Tweeze your nipples. Hold one tit firmly and with the other hand tweeze the nipple". I once saw Jenny when she was in her room. Our doors to the bathroom were never closed and she was on her bed with one hand on her cunt and the other on her tit. I saw her handle her tits just the way Dick was asking me to do now. I had never masturbated before. It fascinated me then, but I was too shy to do it to myself. And now Dick wanted it of me. I took a deep breath and started to tweeze. It felt incredible. I could feel a spurt of heat going through my belly to my cunt and I nearly doubled over. "Uugghh," I cried out. I was totally surprised of myself. "Don't stop!" Dick said. And I went on. I could feel sensations I had never felt before going through my body as I kneaded and tweezed first one tit and then the other. I found out then that my tits were totally sensitive to the touch. My cunt started to get moist and I felt the nicest tingle going through my body. Thinking back, I must have lost a large part of my feeling of shyness at that moment. "You can stop now," Dick said, and I let go of my tits almost reluctantly. Immediately I was a little ashamed of my behavior, but not of the pleasure that I had felt. I dared hardly see up to Dick, but he ordered me to. "Remember this when you examine your patients. Now sit on this chair in front of the mirror, legs wide." He put a straight chair in front of the mirror, but I didn't sit down. "I can't sit spread wide for your eyes to see!" "You have a choice," Dick said. "You know Cunt, you are young maybe, but your body is full grown. You are ripe for your age. I think that you have not explored your body in the past. Maybe you think it is dirty or naughty. I want no taboos. You will masturbate for yourself in the mirror and read the excitement in your own eyes. I will guide you if necessary, but I think nature will take over. Finger your cunt and your clit. Fondle and tweeze your tits. You may reach orgasm or "cum" as we will call it. I want you to talk and tell me your feelings. You can scream if you want to. The house is soudproof." I started with my tits again. Then I brought my left hand to my tummy and slowly went down. First I touched my pubic hair. I have a reasonable amount but not really thick. Then I went down to my cunt. "Talk to yourself. Tell us what you do and feel." "Mmmh. This is my cunt. I can feel my lips. Mmmh they are more puffy than normally under the shower. My finger is between my lips. It is moist as always, but differently. It is slippery." And I could feel that they were slippery indeed. My fingers slithered through my lips. I went a bit deeper with my finger. "Oooh. This is weird. I never went there that is was so sensitive. Mmmh this is nice." I still fondled my tits. It made my cunt more sensitive it seemed. "Do you want help?" Dick asked. I thought that he would give me pointers so I said yes. Suddenly he kneeled in front of me. I startled but he was quick and put his right hand on my cunt. His thumb touched the topside of my lips and I almost went through the roof. "This is your clit. With most women this is the only thing that makes them cum. Manipulation of your clit can also be done through your pussy lips or the inside of the cunt. It is rare that women cum by penetration alone. Let's see..." And with that he put a finger inside my cunt. When it was about one and a half inches in there he touched my cherry. I felt it en it frightened me. "This is your cherry. We won't break it yet, but it is mine to decide when. Don't you lose it before that! Understood?" I nodded yes, but I was more focused on the feelings he provoked. He was still fondling my tits and pumping my pussy with his finger. I couldn't keep still. "Oh yeah do that to my pussy. Mmhh it feels so good. Tweeze my tits harder. Oooh I can feel it in my cunt. Harder." Suddenly Dick bowed forward and started licking my slit. His tongue went forward and back between my lips and he licked my entire slit. I was surprised, but the sensations were so enormous that I couldn't even protest. "Ooh yeah do that to me. Lick my cunt. Yes! Lick my clit." A warm feeling started to glow through my stomach. Then it started at my cunt. A sensation I had never felt before. I became wetter between my legs, but Dick lapped it all up. "Ohh what is happening to me? Oooh this feels so good. Yes. Suck my clit. Lick my pussy. "Ooooooh do it harder." The sensations became overwhelming and I knew that the feeling that came over me had to be an orgasm. It thundered through my thighs. It went up to my tits and exploded in my head. "Hnnngg. I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Mmmmmhhhh, yes yes YES. Suck my clit." Dick went on licking and sucking my cunt and the feeling went on and on. He knew just when and where to work on me. My body spasmed and I jolted up from the chair. I couldn't take the feeling anymore but Dick kept on going and I didn't want him to stop. Still the feeling raced through my body. "Ooohh, I can't take no more. Oooooh, Yes lick my cunt. Lick me, lick me." Then the feeling subsided and my cunt became sore. "Stop now, I can't take it anymore. Ooohh it is even hurting now." Dick stopped after that. He stood upright in front of me and I could see that his mouth was shining from my juices. "Oh thank you for giving me this. It was beautiful...." My voice trailed off. He was just 2 feet apart from me now and his dick stood straight forward and pointed at me. WOW. I couldn't take my eyes of it. It was huge! I guessed it had to be at least 9 inches long and 2 inches in diameter. There was some fluid dripping from the tip and instinctively I wanted to touch it. Unconsciously I lurched forward but stopped myself. "Do it." Dick said. "Don't ever hold back from what you want to do." I looked at him for support as I extended my hand. "Touch it. Take it in your hand. Feel it." His dick was hard, but soft. I was amazed about the softness of the tissue. It was warm in my hand as I reluctantly touched it, "Grab it with your full hand." Dick said. I did and it was amazing. It was so hard underneath. "Pull your hand up and down." And he took his hand over mine and we stroked his entire dick. It felt awesome to have his cock so close to me and to feel the warm flesh. His dick twitched in my hand and more of the fluid leaked out. "That is precum. It is for lubrication. Spread it around with your fingers for me." It felt slippery to the touch. I smeared it all over the head of his cock. I could see that this was an especially sensitive part of his cock. So I looked in his face and I concentrated on the cockhead. I stroked his entire dick and in the end payed special attention to his cockhead. This was the way he wanted it, I could tell by the look on his face. I didn't even register that his hand was not on mine anymore. I kept on pulling and stroking his dick. "Ooh yeah honey that's the way. Fondle my balls too. Don't squeeze too hard but fondle them." With my left hand I took his sack in my hands and fondled his balls. They were large as eggs and heavy. They jiggled under his cock as my stroking went on. I had the urge to lick his dick, like Dick had licked my cunt, but I didn't. I wanted to taste this precum for a reason I do not know. Again I was surprised of myself. Dick must have read my thoughts. "Do you want to lick my cock, Cunt? Do you want to suck me off?" And he took his cock from my hands and positioned it in front of my mouth. I looked at it in dubio, but lunged forward and licked the head. The cum was salty and not too bad. I tasted it carefully and with my right hand squeezed his cock from stem to top to release the cum. I lapped it up loudly. "Mmmhh, your dick tastes nice. Do you like it when I lick your cockhead like this? You do? Mmmhh. And when I lick the rest of your dick like this do you like that?" I licked his whole dick up and down. Then I remembered his remark about his balls and with my left hand fondled his balls again. I bent forward and took his balls in my mouth. I didn't like the hairs there one bit. But his balls were warm in my mouth and I played with them one after another. "Take the head of my dick in your mouth," Dick said. "Suck on it and slide it in and out. Don't take your hand of my dick and continue what you did." I was sitting in front of him now. My pussy was still or again dripping juices and I was bent forward to his body. My tits swayed freely in the air and I had my right hand on his cock, my left hand on his balls and my sucking mouth on his cockhead. It must have been a beautiful sight and to this day I wonder how I got this far this quickly. I loved it. Loved his cock in my mouth and sucking him to... Yes, where to? I did know that guys cum of course and that they spill their seed into the woman and that it makes her pregnant. But how and how much I couldn't tell. "Yes that's it Cunt, suck my cock for me. Mmmmhh take it in further and suck my cock." I tried to take his dick further in my mouth, but it hit my throat and it started my gag reflex when I wasn't even halfway. Still it should be possible to get it in there further? Shouldn't it? I tried it again but still it didn't work. "We will work on that later and I will learn you how to deepthroat a cock by swallowing. Mmmhh for now you can suck me nicely. Stroke my dick and suck the head. Yeeaahhh like that. Mmmhh you are so good." Swallowing he said. I tried to stick his cock as far up as I could and then swallow. I gained about another inch so there were about five inches inside me by now. I couldn't get it in further, but the swallowing movement reached his cockhead and the soft side of my throat triggered his dick nicely. "Oohh yeah I'm gonna cum soon. Mmmhh stroke my dick and suck that cockhead. Mmmhh like that. Do it faster, stroke faster, suck me, I'm gonna cum, baby!" That put me in a spot. I didn't know what to expect and I wasn't ready for anything seedy in my mouth. Dick understood me perfectly and pulled his dick from my mouth. "Keep on stroking my dick and my balls Cunt. Mmmhh yeah oh you are so good. Faster! Yes I'm cumming, here it comes baby!" And with that his cock started erupting white, gooey cum. Dick directed it to my body so that it splattered on my tits and belly. It was so much that it trailed down to my bellybutton and cunt. He must have shot 5 or 6 spurts on my body. I was concerned that the cum would enter my cunt and maybe make me pregnant. I wasn't on any protection. It never came in my mind to tend to that. Dick was ready cumming. His face was drawn with content. He looked at my body and saw the trickle of his cum leading to my pussy. My tits were both covered and the trail down had filled my bellybutton. Then it stopped in my pubs. He bent down and licked his own cum from my lower belly. My worries of getting pregnant were over and I sighed with relief. "Is licking your own cum nice for you?" "Yes I'm okay with that. I licked and drank your cum. You will learn to love both his and her cum also. Why don't you try some for yourself? Scoop it up with your finger and taste it. You sucked my cock already and it is not much different." With my finger I trailed the path of cum from my bellybutton to my tits and stuck my finger in my mouth. It tasted very much like the precum I tasted before. It was a salty taste much like Camembert cheese. It was really nice and I looked down to both my titties, which were covered with cum also. I lifted my right tit and licked as much as I could. Being a B size tit I couldn't reach all of it so I used my fingers to collect the rest of the cum of both tits and sucked my finger. Than I looked at Dick's cock and I saw that it had shrunk already, but a few cum drops were hanging down the tip. I reached out and took his cock in my mouth to lick and suck his dick clean. I paid special attention to the cock head and after my work it was clean and ready to go. Dick suggested we take a quick shower and rinse of the rest. First he went in the shower and as I stepped from mine Dick had a large, fluffy towel ready for me. As I dried myself Dick asked me what were my thoughts about what happened this afternoon. I had to admit to myself that I enjoyed every minute of it and that was what I told Dick. "I am totally surprised by myself. Before this afternoon I had not even masturbated myself and now I masturbated, a guy went down on me, I sucked my first cock and tasted cum! And I am totally okay with it!" "Mrs. Wright and I talked about you before we started the tutoring. She sees a lot of potential in you both in intellect as in leadership. But there is a strong lid on you. You have to pop the lid to come out and be on the way to success. First, your work in class is outstanding even with you swimming against the flow of events. You can be the leader of the school given the chance. We together will make that chance. Today we started with it. The sexual lid had opened a bit. The masturbation was long overdue. It was time for you to explore the sexual side of you long ago. We together will get on that path. I think you are a natural sex kitten and we will develop your urges into actions. "From now on you will get yourself off whenever you feel the need. When at home go to your room, undress totally and explore your body. When at school go to the toilet and get yourself of. If you are here and feel the need to do anything, say so and tell me how to be of help to you. Go home now." As I walked through the large house naked I felt content with myself and my newly discovered sexual side. I felt no shame cumming in front of somebody else who came so openly in front of me; over me I should say. I felt fine in the nude and even dreaded dressing again. I was looking at my clothes with mild disgust, when Dick came running after me. "I forgot: from now on you will only dress in skirts and dresses at school. They may not reach lower than mid thigh. Only on special events like sports and parties and with my consent you may dress otherwise." That was difficult. I had maybe two skirts that I could wear to school and only one of them was the length Dick had dictated. It meant shopping tomorrow or tonight. When I got home I called Cathleen. She was very happy to hear that I wanted to go for a different kind of dress from now on. She was up for a shopping spree Wednesday evening so we agreed to go to the mall that evening. End of part 1 +++++ Please comment about my stories if you will. I would love to hear your opinions and suggestions. Write to [email protected]

DISCLAIMER: This is possibly a story of fiction. If you are not an adult, you cannot consent, even to read this story. Note also that my stories may portray sexual acts that are not necessarily safe. Since you are an adult reading this, you know it. Note too that this story, like all my stories, is Copyright (c) 2003 by Katinka. All Rights Reserved. No commercial publishing is allowed, but feel free to post my stories at other free websites with reference to me as the author. Do drop me a note telling me where you are posting my stories. No modification whatsoever is allowed. +++++ Tutoring My Cunt Chapter 2. Wednesday Cathleen took me to a boutique with lovely skirts. You could tell that she was a regular, because the salesladies tended her really well. She found a dress and skirt for me that I had to try on. I thought it was a bit too tight but I felt really sexy and that helped me to at least try it on. The dress was tight all right. Maybe I didn't have to wear a dress at all because with this dress I was exposed to everyone to see. Cathleen stuck her head in the fitting booth and saw my doubts. "Honey, you have a beautiful body. If you want to show it, show it right." I chose the dress but one size larger. Still beautiful but not that tight. Also it stopped people from looking under my dress. I had thought of that for a long time and I knew that I had to buy more clothes than the dresses and skirts. To start with I needed new underwear. I could live with the fact that people saw my panties, thought it even to be kinky, but than they had to look at nice panties at least. Also my shoes were all bought to match my trousers and not an elegant skirt. Cathleen said to buy thongs. It felt funny for one week, but then "you don't want to wear anything else", she assured me. In another store we found some lovely skirts and the shirts to match. Cathleen found herself a "divine" dress she HAD to try on. Because all the booths were taken she came in my booth. When she took of all her clothes I saw that she wore no panties and bra. It surprised me. Cathleen is a redhead and her pubes were red also. I saw she trimmed them to form a nice patch above her cunt. I made a mental note to use the scissors myself that evening. "Yeah well it leaves no lines this way", she said. But I knew that she had a date with her boyfriend later that night. I became really curious about what these two did together. I had seen Cathleen in the showers at PE before, so her body was not unknown to me. Still, today I saw her with a different frame of mind. My mind screamed SEX all evening and I looked at Cathleen that way for the first time. She had lovely tits, a C I think and she must be a size 38 and really nicely filled out. Her body curved beautifully from wide hips to a narrow waist and her lovely C-size tits. She had pink nipples and her flawless skin is like cream so white. Her face is ovally shaped like mine and her eyes are greenish/blue. She has lovely high cheekbones. Opposite to me she wore make-up all the time. Her aunt is a beautician so I think she was some study project for her. In short: Cathleen is hot. The booth became too small for my comfort. It had nothing to do with size, but my new point of view concerning Cathleen. I had to think this over tonight too. At home I inspected my new wardrobe, or at least the start of it. I felt myself ready for new adventures and I felt good in short skirts. I threw out my "hiding outfits" and replaced them by my "coming out wardrobe". In the end I came home with 3 skirts and one dress. Also I bought some new bra's and panties. I decided to buy 3 thongs and 2 nice panties, high cut and with lace fronts. The fronts of some panties were rather narrow and I remembered my idea with the scissors and I went to get my mom's hair grooming set. In their bedroom I found the set normally containing a comb and some scissors, but this time I also found a shaving kit with ladies razors and shaving gel. Also I found some baby oil in the set. I couldn't think what my mom would shave. All three girls in our family are blessed with very little to no hair on our arms and legs. Maybe it was for her armpits? I took off the skirt and my panties. I positioned myself in front of my dressing mirror and looked into my pussy for the second time that week. I took my pussy hairs between my fingers and pulled it taught. Then the scissors went snip snap and I groomed my cunt. I felt the hair pulling on my lips and clit. It wasn't my intention to do anything sexual to myself, but my pussy went puffy and moist within a couple of minutes. I put my finger in my cunt to get a better grip and I couldn't resist feeling my lips and clit. I was ready for it in no time and my left hand went to my tits almost without thinking about it. I was rapidly on my way to an orgasm when my door burst open and my twin sister Jenny came in. We both were surprised, but Jenny pulled herself together quickly, came in and closed the door. "You like that too do you? Don't stop! Keep going!" I had stopped automatically, but I was too far into the big O. Being twins we had shared a lot in our young years and took baths and showers together until we moved to this house 8 months ago. Then Jenny went to sit behind me and started fondling my tits as I kept on frigging myself. She squeezed my nipples and boobs like an expert and I could keep two hands on my cunt. Needless to say I came hard within seconds. "Oh Jenny I'm so ashamed. What must you think?" I said to her. "Well", Jenny said, "I think it is about time that you start pleasuring yourself. I have been doing it for almost a year and I love it! I have never heard you panting or puffing in your room or under the shower. Seriously, I have been wondering if you were normal". She saw the scissors and the short hairs in the garbage bin. "Mmmhh. Keeping ourselves tidy are we? What's with these shopping bags?" I told her that I wanted to show myself more and not blend in the background anymore. We discussed the new clothes, me still only dressed in my shirt but no panties or skirt. I took one of the thongs and put them on to show Jenny. Some of my pussy hairs still escaped on the sides. Jenny took the scissors and snapped them away. It was an intimate moment again and I loved the nearness of my sister. We grew a little apart now that we were not in the same classes. She being a business major. My mom called us to the table and I took my skirt and put it on. "Maybe I want to borrow some of your clothes sometime", Jenny said. "You have to buy skirts and dresses too than", I said. "That way we can swap." She loved the idea and we arranged to go shopping together the coming weekend like we had done so many times. ----- That evening on the dinner table I got a lot of positive comments on my changed altitude. Mom and dad saw that my spirits were up and I was on my way to being joyful again. Of course they had worried about me and were relieved. Jenny thought she knew what came into me. Little did she know in reality. That Friday we made real progress in the tutoring. Dick closed the books early. He was really thankful for the help I gave him with his study. Together we could grasp many problems from the male and female perspective and we were open in combining the sights we had. It was synergy between us. The nakedness also opened up the atmosphere and that gave us another edge. I felt that nudity and the sex broke down some walls. This week we had not repeated any sexual act, but Dick had a hardon more than once, as we looked heated at each other all week long. For some reason I felt that things between us went in an emotional direction for which I was not ready yet. Still I was so hot every day coming from Dick that I got myself off every night. I remembered that Dick had said that I should tell him if I was ready for anything. So when he closed the books for the day I looked at his cock. It was fully erect and standing tall. "Will you teach me about your cock?" I asked him. And he nodded. "How long is it? How is that compared to other cocks?" "Well there on my desk you will find a ruler. Measure for yourself." I laid the ruler along his very erect, beautiful dick. "It's about 8,5 inches long and 2 inches in diameter. Is that long?" So my guess earlier this week had not been far off. "Many men have cocks this big, but the average is about 6 inches. Negroes are said to have a higher average with peaks up to 10 inches, but exceptions in nature you will find everywhere." "Where do you feel the most pleasure and what is your least sensitive spot?" "My dick is not circumcised. It means that I still have the foreskin with which I was born. Therefore my cockhead has been protected and is very sensitive, especially the underside of it. Here, touch it if you want to." He came standing real close to me and stuck his dick within reach. I took his dick in my left hand and felt the head. I stroked the foreskin up and down over it. "Yes baby, that is exactly how you can get a man to reach orgasm. The rest of a man's dick is very sensitive too. By stroking the whole length and concentrating on the head we cum quickly. Mmmhh just like that. "Touching and fondling my balls also excites me. Man's balls are sensitive, even very vulnerable. If you squeeze them too hard or hit them a man can get nauseous and throw up. Nice thing to know if you want to defend yourself huh? Yes honey just like that. Mmmhh... smear that lube all over the head." In the mean time I was stroking his dick over the full length. Sitting down in front of him, I made an O with my left hand with the fingers on top and my thumb underneath. Each stroke I held his dick nice and tight and squeezed a little harder at the cockhead while my thumb stimulated the underside. My right hand was at his balls, juggling them in the palm of my warm hand, squeezing with care and using my nails for stimulation. I could see that Dick was treated just right, because his eyes glazed over and his breathing was shallow and fast. "Oh honey you do that so well, mmmhh yes do it harder, faster ohh you make me cum baby." But it was not his time to cum yet. I stopped stroking and almost released his cock so he came back to earth. "I loved sucking you off, so tell me how to do it right." "Use your mouth as it was a cunt. Lick my cock and take it in your mouth. Mmmhh yes exactly like that. Lick the head. Take my cock in your mouth. In and out, in and out. Yeah ... oh my God." I licked the head and tasted the precum. I loved it like the first time. My tongue was at the side where he was the most sensitive. I used that a lot. His dick went in my mouth for about 4 inches. Then it hit my throat. Last time he said to swallow dick. So I tried to stick his dick further up and swallow. "Oh baby that feels so good. Swallow to get it in but take your time. Nobody does that easily and without practice. Oooohh you are wonderful." I wanted to deepthroat him. I pushed his dick down my throat a little bit further each time. I almost gagged the first few times, but I could control it better each try we made. His dick was about 6 inches in me and I couldn't get it in further. Then Dick saw that I was serious about getting it in. "You want the whole nine yards Cunt? You can have it. Open wide and be surprised." With that he took my face firmly in his hands and put my head further backwards as he stuffed his dick in my face. I couldn't handle it and almost couldn't breathe. I struggled to get free but Dick controlled everything. Then he pulled out a bit, I took a breath and he shoved his cock in again. It hit the back of my throat and I swallowed. The whole 8,5 inches went down my face! I felt his pubes under my nose and his balls slapped my chin. He pumped a couple of times. I could breathe in between and held his ass for support. "Here it comes baby, I'm gonna cum. Swallow hard Cunt! YESS!" And with that I felt his dick erupting in my mouth. The first and second spurts went in my throat but as he pulled it back a bit the next four came in my mouth. Dick still held my head and I couldn't pull back. He kept on cumming in my mouth and I didn't know what to do with his spunk. I choked and his cum came out of my nose. "Swallow Cunt!", he said and I gobbled it down. It took me three good swallows to get rid of it and my mouth was empty again. "Clean my dick with your tongue. Lap up the remains, then you can tend to yourself." I sucked the head till there was no drop coming out of it and licked his dickhead clean. Then I sucked in air through my nose and tasted cum. I wiped the rest of with my hand. "Thank you Cunt. You are a natural and an outstanding talented cocksucker. You will make many men happy in the future. What did you learn of this experience today?" It took me some time to get enough air to answer. I was surprised at the turn of events and I wasn't sure about my feelings. I was upset and angry at Dick, but really content at the same time. "First I was determined to suck your cock. I loved sucking you of last time. Then I wanted to take more and more of your cock in my mouth. Suddenly you took over and I got scared. I couldn't breath and you stuffed my face. You took over and the excitement lowered dramatically for me. When you were in I found a way to breath and suck at the same time. All was well again until you came in my throat. I wanted that but it took me by surprise how and how much. Your cum tastes nice. I want more of that in the future, but..." "...you don't like how I took over. You have learned that deepthroating is nice. Men love it in a woman. I never thought that you could do it so quickly and so nice. You are a natural cocksucker. You suck off because it gives you pleasure. Still you have to learn how to keep control over your own pleasure and not get carried away and be used by others. If YOU have sex, YOU are the one that controls yourself. Never let anyone do things to you that you are not ready for. You decide when to take the next step and I will do anything to help you and trickle you to go further." I felt that Dick again had taught me a valuable lesson. I loved the whole experience and he put in words exactly what I felt. It made the sucking experience all right. When I started sucking Dick off I felt horny myself. Now it diminished and I wasn't in the mood. Too much going on in my mind. Dick ended the session. He knew I was going to the mall with my sister the next day. "Tomorrow buy sexy underwear. From now on you will only wear thongs except when you are having your period. I that case you may choose yourself. Your "large" panties must have lace fronts." "Okay, I will do that. But what about someone seeing my panties me wearing short skirts and all?" "Yes, what about it?" I understood that it was part of the coming out plan Dick must have made up in his mind. And that he wouldn't change the order he gave me. "One other thing Dick. Now that I'm handling semen I may be in danger of getting pregnant. I don't want that. What will we do about that?" "Good of you to start that point yourself. In sex both partners are equally responsible in avoiding unwanted pregnancy. We have options: don't touch your cunt with semen stained objects and before actual fucking: find protection. You can go to the doctor and start anti conception pills. The male can use a condom. I have a solution in mind, but I will get into that later. Be assured that I will do anything not to get you pregnant. "One other aspect are diseases. We will make sure that our sex partners are healthy. When in doubt, use condoms. That is an iron rule." I didn't want to start taking the Pill so I was curious about Dick's solution. When I walked to the door I could feel my juices starting to run down the insides of my legs. The crotch of my panties was soaked instantly and I liked the feeling. The rest of that day I felt my soaked cunt riding my soaked panties. I loved it. Needles to say that I came hard in my bed that night. ----- The next day was a Saturday. I worked at Munchies in the morning. I liked my short uniform and I felt many pairs of eyes going over my body. It made me sort of coquettish towards the male customers and my tip was okay. I only worked a few tables to start with, but it added up nicely. In the afternoon Jenny and I met Cathleen in the mall. Cathleen heard of our shopping plans and she wanted to come along too. Jenny liked Cathleen a lot, so that was no problem. Cathleen wore a tight dress. It was a lovely green and her red hair stood out beautifully. Her eyes radiated and were framed perfectly by her black eyelashes. First we went to the food court and got ourselves some shakes. We discussed the boys hanging out there and Cathleen was observed back by them. Still the boys didn't have the nerve to come close and Cathleen acted as if she was interested. We giggled a lot. I asked Cathleen what make up she used. I had never seen her without it. "I started using make up real early. I think I was 12 or 13 when I started. My aunt always gave me mascara and lipstick she couldn't use anymore. She showed me how to apply it. I don't use lipstick a lot but I used to apply mascara. It was a lot of work putting it on, not rubbing your eyes all day and taking it of at night, so I stopped that." "Huh, but how come you have these black lashes?" "My aunt got to sell some new make up techniques. One of them is permanent make up. You can hide small irregularities with tattoo technique and also color body hair. She tried the coloring technique on me and my lashes are black from that point on. The hair falls out eventually and than you do it again, but I love it. You want an introduction?" Jenny and I both yelled yes. Our mom didn't want us to use make up a lot. Only at special occasions. But our birthday came up and when we were 15 mom said she wouldn't interfere with our appearance anymore. Our parents would give us an allowance to buy clothes on our own. Jenny and I had plans for our appearance of our own. Little did mom know! We got up to spend money in the shops. First we went to Victoria's Secret. I had told Jenny that I loved the thongs and that I didn't want anything else. Jenny looked at me sharply and I could see her add up the short skirts, my recently discovered sexual activity and the thongs. She smiled knowingly and said she wouldn't either. So there we went. It was sale at Victoria's Secret and that put the nice quality and perfect fit within range of our budget. I chose a set of panties and a bra. They were white satin with a lace front all the way down. I picked out my size and went to the fitting rooms. Cathleen also found a sexy set in green satin. We had to share a booth again, but we both didn't mind. Of course I looked at Cathleen when she put on her panties. This time she was with her back to me. When she bent forward I could see that she not only trimmed her pubes in the front but also below. Let me rephrase that: her pussy was totally bald! I saw her pouting pussy lips and I even saw her clit when she spread her legs some. I was stunned that I had never seen that before, but standing up you couldn't see her lips. I was real curious why she did that but I kept it to myself for a while. I ended up buying two thongs in white and one in black. Also I bought the white satin set. Jenny bought three thongs also and Cathleen only bought the green set. She looked stunning in it with the bra hugging her tits just right and her pussy so tight. When Cathleen went into a bookstore for a minute I told Jenny about her bald pussy. Jenny told me about another girl in her class that had to shave of all her body hair for an operation and that after that she kept on shaving all of her pubes. Jenny thought it was hot, but didn't have the nerve to do it herself. I told Jenny that now I knew why mom had a razor herself. We looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Maybe we should borrow her set sometime soon Sis, what do you think?" "Just my idea Sis!" Cathleen came out the store and saw us laughing. "What's so funny?" she asked and we started giggling again. "Cathleen we need to talk to you, but first I want to check out that hot shirt over there..." After a couple of hours we ended up at the food court again. When we all had a soda and some fries, my treat, Cathleen asked what it was that we were laughing about earlier. She didn't forget. "Uhm... When we were in the dressing room trying on some stuff, I...um...saw that you shaved your pussy and I'm curious." Cathleen went red in her face but wasn't upset. "I thought that was what you were laughing about. Yes I shave my pussy. I found that it is much more convenient for me. I like the clean feeling and umm... Dan loves it too." We couldn't leave it at that. It turned out that Cathleen and Dan were into heavy handjobs. Dan used his hands and tongue on Cathleen and she used her hands and sucked him off too. After the "secret" got out she was very open about it and we talked about how and what at length. I couldn't tell that I sucked Dick on two occasions and even deepthroated him. I observed that it was all new to Jenny. Maybe I should find someone for Jenny? Then Cathleen dropped the bomb: "Dan shaved his dick and balls too. I love it when he is freshly shaven and smooth. He says that the boys in school looked strangely at him when he stepped into the shower after PE, but he said that he had irritated skin after running practice and they accepted it." This was definitely something I had to discuss with Dick! "I have to go to the bathroom," I said and left the table. But instead of going to the bathroom I went to the chemist and bought two ladies razors, one blue and one green, and one can of ladies shaving gel for sensitive skin. Sharing a bathroom has its advantages. The gel was especially suitable for the bikini line. I never knew where the bikini line stopped, but I did know that we were going to cross it! I smuggled the bag into one of the other bags when I came back to the table. We were all done shopping for the day. Cathleen came with us to our house for dinner and she would stay for a sleepover. Dan was out of town. We passed her house on the way, so she dropped her things and took her overnight bag. Jenny and I both have a double bed and Cathleen slept in my bed before. After dinner we went to my room for movies and videos. Mom bought lots of junkfood. Mom and dad are super. They never invade the privacy of our room and we knew that we would not see them this evening. We ate the potato chips and drank the coke looking at Titanic with Leonardo DiCaprio. After that we wanted something else so we decided to check our new purchases. I was naked quickly and showed Jenny and Cathleen the satin with lace set. Then I dressed in a new summer dress. It was November, but LA never gets that cold. Jenny showed her thong and dressed in a short skirt and very short shirt. Her belly was totally bare and her bellybutton showed. I thought it was sexy and made a mental note to buy a couple of those shirts for myself. We could see her nipples through the shirt. Cathleen did a cat whistle and Jenny went red, but her nipples became more visible as they got hard. I already told you that we are identical twins, but Jenny must be a B+ bustsize. Cathleen browsed through my shopping bag to find the next item, when she stumbled upon the small bag from the chemist. "What's this? I didn't see you going into a chemist?" I took the bag and said to Jenny: "I have a small surprise for you. If I give it to you will you try it on for size?" "Sure will," Jenny said, thinking that it was a piece of clothing. When I took out the razors Jenny was surprised but immediately understood what it implied. "God girl! Fantastic! I want the green one!" Cathleen understood also. "Are you sure this is what you want? Do you know how to do it?" I said, "We do want to do this. This Wednesday I couldn't see that you shaved. It is not that obvious but Jenny and I both trimmed our pussies already. Tell us how you do it or better yet, show us." "Okay," Cathleen said and took her cosmetic pouch out of her overnight bag. "It is time for me also so no better example than a demonstration. You better get those clothes off." We all undressed and went to the bathroom. Cathleen turned on the hot water and wet a washcloth. She sat herself on the edge of the bathtub facing us. With the washcloth she washed her pussy and soaked her pussy hair. She took the can of shaving gel and rubbed a dose of it in her wet hands. It started to foam nicely. Then she rubbed it into the hairs on her pussy. "You want to cover all your hair and make the hairs standing up straight. The gel smoothes the shaving and rises the hairs, or in my case the stubble. If your hair is too long you should trim it first. If it is short, like yours, you shave with the grain." That said she took her razor and shaved her pussy bottom to top. She repeated that until no hairs were left. She felt repeatedly to check whether she had all the stubble. She shaved against the grain to make sure that the very short hairs were gone and it was smooth as silk. Cathleen had to take her pussylips between her hands to tighten the skin. When she did the skin around her clit, her breathing became shallow and her pussylips went puffy and moist. I could see that she had to resist getting herself off. For the last bit she had to bend far forward, so she could take off the hairs between her cunt and her anus. When she was finished she rinsed her cunt and used the washcloth to get the last piece of foam off. Jenny and I inspected the result. Cathleen had no objections to showing her cunt so openly. She shouldn't have to have objections either, for her pussy was beautiful. Her puffy outer labia were a nice dark color and her inner labia were pink. Her juices put a shine on everything. I loved the way that her surprisingly large clit popped out of the hood and the way the remaining pubes on top of her cunt sort of complemented the picture. "I'm next," Jenny shouted. She soaked her pussyhairs and applied the foam. Then she shaved off the hairs on her outer lips. "I am afraid to shave to close to my inner lips," she said. "Suppose that I cut myself?" "Take things slow. Get your lips between your fingers and tighten the skin. That'll make it easier. Be careful with the amount you shave of the top of your cunt. That is the part that shows." Still Jenny didn't trust herself to shave close to her cunt. Cathleen took over Jenny's green razor and sat in front of her. She took Jenny's lips between her fingers, pulled the skin taught and shaved carefully from the inside outwards. She took care of the hairs between Jenny's cunt and asshole too. I could see Jenny excitedly biting her lip. Cathleen was satisfied with the result and Jenny washed herself. She took a mirror to look at her bald pussy. She was really glad with her cunt showing so openly. Than it was my turn. I took a third washcloth and soaked it in hot water. The warmth felt nice on my pussy. When I applied the shaving foam a wave of excitement went through my body. I lathered the whole region and sat down to start shaving my cunt. Like the other girls I started at the bottom of my cunt and shaved upward. My lips rushed full of blood immediately and swelled under my ministrations. I got horny from the thought of me shaving as the hairs were cut with ease and I was bald in no time. I shaved the part at my anus and thought for a second. Than I took the razor again and shaved of the pubes on my pubic mount until only a stripe of about one inch wide was left. Both Cathleen and Jenny gasped in surprise at that action. "What are you doing? Now it will show to everyone." I thought about that too and said: "Fuck that." And shaved off the rest of my pubic hair. I was naked as a baby and I loved the clean feeling that gave me. I knew that everybody would look at my cunt and that gave me a horny feeling already. Cathleen applauded softly and congratulated me with a bold (or bald) decision. We were al content with our naked cunts and made ourselves ready for bed. Jenny and I always left our doors to the bathroom open. This way we could see each other in our beds through the doors and the bathroom. Cathleen and I stepped into my bed. We both wore a nighty and nothing more. We three talked for a while but Jenny went to sleep easily. Cathleen and I spoke softly for a while longer. She told me about Dan and her and their ideas of sex. She said they did a 69 several times and explained it to me. They both wanted to go all the way, but decided they weren't ready just yet. Also Cathleen had the problem of birth control. She could go the doctor and go on the pill. Her parents were very open about sex and would never even know, but she dreaded to start with hormones at 15. "Why did you shave everything off?" she asked suddenly. "I don't really know," I had to answer. "It made me feel horny shaving my pussy and I had to stop myself shaving my whole body, to be honest. In fact, I think that I will shave my armpits in the morning." "How does it feel now?" Cathleen wanted to know. "I'm totally content with it. Why? Do you want to feel it? Or do you want it too?" "Yes I think I want it too. I never had the guts to take it all off, but I think I will, now that you did it. Better yet: I'll do it right now. Come with me and do your armpits if you want to." We both got out of bed and lost our nighties. Then we went to the bathroom where Cathleen shaved off the rest of her pussyhairs and we both took care of our armpits. "You are right," Cathleen said, "this feels fantastic. Mmmhh I can see those looks in the gym already. And what will Dan think." We walked back to the bed. Suddenly Cathleen said: "Can I feel yours now?" And looked me in the eyes. I nodded without breaking eye contact. She reached down with her left hand and started to feel the skin on my belly. Then she went lower and stroked my pubic mount. I knew where she was going and waited impatiently. At last her hand reached my pussy and she took it in her hand. She had two fingers on one side of my pussy and two on the other side. Her thumb lingered at the top but touched nothing yet. I also had my hand on her pussy at the same time. We took the one step dividing us and Cathleen put her hand at the back of my head and we dove forward kissing each other wildly. Our tits clashed together with a slapping noise. Our lips met and with her tongue she opened my mouth. It was my very first kiss and the thought that it was with a girl only fleetingly crossed my mind. We fell into the bed and Cathleen ended on top of me. We turned so we were both on our sides and Cathleen stuck her tongue in my mouth again. She started twirling her tongue inside my mouth and I copied her doing the same. Things heated up dramatically fast and suddenly I felt a finger penetrating my smooth cunt. Cathleen knew how to finger a girl and she opened my bald pussy with two fingers, using a third finger to pump and her thumb to flick my naked clit. She drove me to the hilt fast. "Mmmhh Cath oh yeah finger my clit. Pump my pussy. Oooohh. Harder! Yes!" Cathleen touched my cherry several times and adjusted her penetration. In the mean time I also went to explore Cathleen's pleasures. We still kissed passionately and being on my left side I had my right hand on her tits and my left hand on her bald cunt. I twirled her nipples in my fingers and Cathleen moaned with pleasure. I also stuck two fingers in her pussy and my thumb on her clit. "Yes Con, do that to my poor pussy. Do another finger harder hon. Oooohh yeahhh..." I stuck three fingers in her pussy and I probed once with a finger to touch her cherry. Hers was deeper than mine was. Suddenly Cathleen stopped kissing and frigging. "I want to taste you." She said and started turning her head to my feet. She went to lay on top of me with her knees next to my head. That put her bald pussy in front of my face and I didn't have to think long. I remembered the wonderful feeling Dick gave me going down on me and that made it easy to give it to my best friend. I felt her tongue on my clit and the electricity of that catapulted me forward with my mouth on her clit. I thought that my nose would end in her asshole, but it didn't. We both licked long and deep strokes. I could take her nice C size tits in my hands and fondle them. Cathleen moaned when I did that and I could feel her juices running out of her cunt. I lapped them up and I loved the taste. It surprised me greatly. I felt an orgasm coming up. It was huge and it came from deep within me. Cathleen knew exactly how to get me to that peak. "I'm cumming Cath. I'm cumming! Don't stop now!" "I'm cumming too Con, you better not stop either. Uuummhh so nice." We came simultaneously. I did a good job on Cathleen obviously. She came so hard and her juices poured out of her shaven pussylips so abundantly that I almost choked on it. I licked her hard and swallowed her cum. But it was difficult for me, cumming myself. We came down of that high together and Cathleen turned and laid herself next to me. She embraced me tightly and kissed my lips tenderly. She saw her cum on my lips and started to lick it off. "I love my cum. I lick Dan's face every time. You want a taste of yourself of me?" I nodded and licked my own cum of Cathleen's face. It tasted differently, but still very nice. "Cathleen. Are we lesbians doing this? Have you done this with other girls?" "No Conny, we are not lesbians. Yes I do love you as my friend, but not as a partner. Many women have interests in both men and women. It is called Bi-sexual. I don't think that there are that many Bi-sexual men. Bi women are the wet dream of many men. "I do know that I am very interested in sex and I know you are too. It shows in all your actions, especially those of late. Your thongs, your short skirts and your instant horniness when you shaved today. Maybe shaving becomes more then just an interest for you. "But I have to ask you what is your experience with sex? Do you have a boyfriend? Do you play with yourself?" I couldn't tell her about Dick. She wouldn't believe me if I told her anyway. Dick and I didn't even look at each other in school and to be with the wet dream of every girl in school was beyond believe also. So I told her that I saw some porn movies on cable some day and that I started playing with myself only recently. That was the truth anyway, because indeed I did see my first porn movie last week. Nothing much was showing as it was soft porn, but it suggested a lot. I told Cathleen about the session with Jenny this week. She got a twinkle in her eyes and smiled. "What?" "Nothing. Let's go to sleep." We snuggled up close naked under the covers and Cathleen put her hand over my silken smooth, shaven, naked pussy. We were sleeping in no time, both totally satisfied. End of part 2 +++++ Please comment about my stories if you will. I would love to hear your opinions and suggestions. Write to [email protected]

Title: Who's Afraid of Intendant Kira? Author: Kathryn Ramage Series: DS9 Codes: B/alt-G & K/alt-K Rating: PG13 Summary: A parody of "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf," set in DS9's mirror universe. Setting: The 2nd-season episode, "Crossover" (sort of) Notes: My idea for this story goes all the way back to one of my earliest viewings of "Crossover." Watching Intendant Kira and First Officer Garak, I thought: "What a fun couple! They really know how to throw a party. Just like George and Martha Whosis in 'Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf'!" So, some time later, when I saw WAoVA again, I couldn't help re-membering this and re-casting accordingly--Garak in the Richard Burton role, the Intendant in place of Liz Taylor, and so on. Major Kira primarily gets the George Segal role (Nick) and Bashir the Sandy Dennis role (Honey), but when I actually settled down to write, I wound up switching some of their scenes around so that they'd work better for reasons of personal interaction, gender, or sexual tension. Special Thanks: to Silver Rayne and Saklani for their beta- reading. Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek, DS9, and all the characters. This story was written purely for entertainment purposes (and with apologies to Edward Albee). ~*~ Act I A darkened room on Terek Nor. The lights come on as the door slides open. Intendant Kira strides in, First Officer Garak following. We can now see that they have entered the sitting room of the In-tendant's suite, which is in obvious disarray: cast-off articles of clothing belonging to the Intendant are scattered over most of the furniture, and the tables and floor are cluttered with half-finished glasses of various colored beverages, some of which have toppled over and spilled. Intendant Kira [surveying the mess]: What a dump! [turning back to Garak] What was it the poet Amanis said about returning to chaos? Garak: I don't remember, Intendant. Intendant Kira: Yes, you do! It was in the 'Song of B'hala Lost.' [She plucks discarded clothing off the plush lounge at the center of the room and stuffs it under the cushions.] Amanis travels for many years, all over Bajor, and when he returns to B'hala, he finds it in ruins. [She picks up a discarded glass from the table at the foot of the lounge, considers the remaining purplish liquid within, then bolts it down.] And he says something. What was it? Garak [more stolidly]: Intendant, I do not recall. I'm afraid I'm not conversant with all of the works of your great Bajoran poets. Intendant Kira: I'm not asking you to remember every piece of Bajoran poetry ever written. Just this one. You _must_ know it. It's a very famous poem, about a once-mighty civilization that's crumbled into decay. Amanis returns to B'hala, and he looks over the ruins of the ancient temple, the empty streets of his beloved city, and he throws his arms out in a gesture of absolute despair. [She pauses in the task of picking up more scattered clothing and demonstrates.] And he says [dramatically]: 'Ah, B'hala, how thy glory has fallen...' Garak [echoing without inflection]: 'Ah, B'hala, how thy glory has fallen.' Intendant Kira: No-ooo, that's not it. Don't you know anything? [She looks at the mess around her again, and flings away the clothing she's holding with a cry of frustration.] I shouldn't have had _all_ my body servants executed at once! Garak, help me clean this up. Garak: As you wish, Intendant. [He begins to gather up glasses.] I really don't understand why you're making such a fuss. The dis-order of your rooms has never concerned you before. Intendant Kira: But we're having company tonight. Garak: Are we? [He puts the glasses in the disposal unit while the Intendant resumes picking things up.] Who? Intendant Kira: That very attractive Major Kira that the Klingons picked up in the Denorios Belt. Garak [softly]: Ahh...of course. The 'attractive' Major. Intendant Kira [not hearing him]: I've asked her to join me this evening. Her Terran companion will be here too-- she refused to come without him. I thought you could entertain him, while the Major and I discuss a few important matters, and entertain your-self as well. Garak: If you insist, Intendant. I hope you aren't planning to discuss the Alliance- Intendant Kira: I'll talk about anything I want to! [She shoves an armload of clothing at him.] Get rid of these while I go and change. [The door chimes.] Garak: Too late. Your guests have arrived. Intendant Kira: Enter! [The door opens to reveal two Klingon guards escorting Major Kira and Bashir. The Intendant comes forward with a huge smile.] Major Kira Nerys, welcome! Major Kira [warily entering the room]: You sent for us, Intendant? [She stumbles forward as the Klingons thrust the doctor through the doorway behind her, then depart.] Intendant Kira: I know how strange and unsettling all of this must seem to you. How frightened you must be, lost in another universe. What better way to reassure you that you are among friends than to welcome you personally in my own quarters? Bashir: Anything that keeps me out ore processing is fine with me. Intendant Kira [ignoring him]: And this will be such a wonderful opportunity for us to get to know each other. Garak, order drinks for the Major and me. The Terran too-- I'm in a generous mood! Make our guests welcome, and I'll go and slip into something...more com-fortable. [to Kira] I was just going to freshen up. Why don't you come and give me a hand? Major Kira [reluctantly]: Yes, all right. Intendant Kira [as she leads the Major into the bedroom]: I've been having a terrible time keeping servants lately... [The door closes behind the two Kiras, leaving Bashir nervously alone with Garak.] Garak: What will you have? Bashir: Oh, anything's fine. [He sits down on the lounge and, finding himself on a discarded piece of lingerie, tugs it free, and quickly tosses it to the floor.] Garak [placing an order at the replicator]: Four Talbarian Roq'eg blasters. [to Bashir] The Intendant's favorite. I'm sure you and the Major will enjoy them too. [He takes the tray of drinks from the replicator and places it on the table beside the lounge.] They look remarkably alike, don't they--Major Kira and the Intendant? I must admit, it came as quite a surprise when the two of you were brought aboard Terek Nor, and I first saw your Major. [He hands Bashir one of the drinks.] But, in spite of her...formidable per-sonality, she is an attractive woman. Bashir [confused]: Major Kira? Garak [smiling]: Intendant Kira. Major Kira is your Kira. Bashir: Well, she's not _my_ Kira, exactly. We were just- ah-traveling together. [He tries his drink and finds it surprisingly strong but, since Garak is watching him for a reaction, he takes a second, larger gulp.] In fact, I don't think she likes me much. Garak: Oh, I find that hard to believe. Bashir: No, it's true. She thinks I'm arrogant. Annoying. A spoiled, over-privileged child. [Another gulp.] I don't believe she'd mind it very much if you did send me off to ore processing. Garak: Intendant Kira? Bashir: No, Major Kira. My- [He stops suddenly and smiles.] You're playing with me, aren't you? The way my Garak does. Garak: You have your very own Garak? Bashir [growing uncomfortable again]: Er- yes. Garak: Unfortunately, I have no Bashir of my own. [He is still smiling benignly, but Bashir begins to fidget with the drink he is holding; he finishes it off, and looks relieved when the Kiras return. The Intendant is now wearing her purple party dress.] Garak: Intendant, how charming you look! I didn't know that you planned to attend Temple this evening. Intendant Kira: I thought we might make an appearance on the Pro-menade. I feel like celebrating tonight, to show off my new friend. [She places one hand on Major Kira's arm; the Major doesn't like this, but does not draw away.] I'm looking forward to showing you around Terek Nor, Nerys. Major Kira: And you'll tell us more about this Alliance that Bajor is part of? Garak [suddenly alert]: What's that? Major Kira: The- ah- Intendant was just telling me about the Alliance. Garak: Was she? Your pardon, Intendant, but was that wise? Intendant Kira: I wanted to. Bashir: What about this Alliance? Garak [shifting tone]: We belong to a vast interstellar Alliance. [He picks up two other glasses on the tray and hands one to each Kira as they sit down.] I assume you don't have anything like it in your universe? Major Kira: No. Bashir: There is the Federation- [Garak hands him a second glass; the doctor begins to protest, but decides against it and accepts the drink.] Major Kira: But neither Bajor nor Cardassia are members. Are they both part of your Alliance, here? Garak: Oh, yes. Cardassia, Bajor, the Klingons, more than a dozen worlds. Intendant, why don't you tell them more about it? _You_ were so eager for the Major to hear all the details. Intendant Kira [irritated by his tone]: Not now. Right now, I want to know more about our guests. [She smiles at Major Kira.] I'm eager to learn all about you, your universe, your...interests. This Ter-ran of yours, for example--he looks like a healthy and energetic specimen. [spoken lightly; Bashir obviously isn't the object of her attention. As she pats his thigh, she keeps her eyes meaning-fully on the Major.] Major Kira: Er- Thank you. [Bashir begins to look anxious- -the Intendant's hand is still resting on his leg--but Kira glares at him, silently urging him to keep still.] Intendant Kira: I'm very jealous, Nerys. We don't have many pretty ones sent here anymore. You've seen what _I_ have to amuse myself with--filthy Klingons, Ferengi... [She glances dismissively over Garak.] My First Officer. When I was assigned to Terek Nor, every-one warned me about him: 'Watch out for Garak!' they told me. 'He's a man of ambition. He wants the Intendancy for himself.' But was I afraid? No. I welcomed the challenge. I wanted a First Officer who would [purring suggestively] keep me on my toes. That was exactly how I'd made _my_ way to the top, and I thought it would be exciting to meet my match at last. It sounded like so much fun. Well, it was exciting, at first. Not a week went by that he wasn't trying to bribe my guards to assassinate me, or rigging the engine on a shuttlecraft to explode. Oh, he kept me on my toes, all right! But, after a couple of years went by, and I was still alive, I began to think that I was wrong about my Garak. Maybe he wasn't a match for me after all. None of his plots or schemes ever seemed to work out--did they, Garak? Garak [pleasantly]: It wasn't for lack of trying, Intendant. [Major Kira and Bashir look from one to the other with growing bafflement. Is it a joke? Or are they serious?] Intendant Kira: No, not for lack of trying. [She swirls her drink contemplatively.] You haven't given up yet, have you, Garak? You still think about taking my place and gaining control of this station. [to her guests] Don't be fooled by that servile demeanor--he's a dangerous man. He wants me dead, you know. He plots it. Oh, he's ambitious. [Abruptly, she throws her drink in his face.] You've poisoned the drinks again, haven't you? [Bashir and Major Kira sit stunned, then slowly consider the glasses they both have drunk from. Garak stands there, not even wiping the liquid dripping from his ridges. Then he smiles.] Garak: Did you really think I was trying to poison you, Intendant? Intendant Kira [laughs contemptuously]: _You_? Kill me? Garak: I might do it...one day. Intendant Kira: I'll believe that when I see it. You dream of my assassination, Garak, but you don't have the nerve to see it through. You don't have what it takes to get rid of me! The truth is that you wouldn't know what to do with the power if you had it. [An awkward silence descends upon the room. Major Kira and Bashir obviously, desperately want to get away, but can see no avenue of escape. After a moment, Bashir picks up some silky garment from the floor and hands it to Garak to blot his face dry.] Major Kira [tentatively]: Perhaps we ought to- Intendant Kira [smiling at her]: Yes, that's right--I was going to take you on a tour of the Promenade. Why don't we go out now? Garak [softly]: Yes, why not? If you don't trust me to replicate your drinks for you, perhaps you'll find Quark a more reliable bartender. Intendant Kira [pretending not to hear him]: Come on. [She heads out the door, the others slowly following. The room lights dim as the party exits.] End Act I ~*~ Act II Quark's Place. Intendant Kira is dancing by herself in the middle of the open floor, spinning in circles and laughing. Major Kira and Bashir are seated at the bar; the doctor holds his head propped on both hands as he considers the nearly empty glass on the counter-top before him and he appears very groggy at this point. Bashir: I can't remember the last time I've had so much liquor poured into me like this. [lowering voice to a whisper] You don't think those drinks Garak replicated were really poisoned, do you? Major Kira [whispering back]: If _ours_ were, we'd be feeling the effects of it by now. I think it was just some kind of game they were playing. Bashir [still whispering]: _I_ think the two of them are insane! Major, how are we going to get out of here? [He looks around the room.] There don't seem to be very many people on the station, but this Alliance sounds powerful. Even if we can get back to the runabout and away from Terok Nor, we'll still be in their space. Major Kira: Just go along with them for now, no matter what, and leave the rest of it to me. [She watches her twin thoughtfully.] Intendant Kira...likes me. Maybe I can reason with her, convince her to let us leave. Intendant Kira [raising her voice]: Music! Where is my flute-player? I want some music to dance to--and someone to dance with! [She stops spinning and finds to the Major] What about you, Nerys? Major Kira: Yes, if you want me to. [She gets up.] Bashir [shocked]: Major! Major Kira [hissing]: Leave this to me! [She heads for the Inten-dant, who wraps both arms around her shoulders and begins to sing a wordless 'la-la-la' melody as she pulls her into a rather suggestive dance. The Major tries to follow her lead, a little awkwardly at first, but soon gets into the rhythm of it. Garak, who has been watching from the far end of the bar, moves in now to sit next to Bashir.] Garak [gesturing to Bashir's glass]: Quark! Another drink for our Terran guest! Bashir [as Quark refills his glass]: No, really, Garak- Thank you, no- I've had enough. Garak: Nonsense! It's only another Roq'eg blaster. You can have as many of those as you like. Never mix, never worry--that's what I always say. [He turns on the barstool to observe the two women.] Look at them. They move together as if they were made for each other. A perfectly matched set. Why don't we join them, angel-thighs? Bashir [blearily]: Wh- what? What did you call me? Garak: Would you care to dance? Bashir: Er- no. No, thanks. I don't- I don't dance. Garak: If you say so. [He leans back on the bar and sips his own drink as he watches the Kiras dance.] Intendant Kira [meeting Garak's eyes over her partner's shoulder]: You don't know how happy I am to have you here, Nerys. It's just as I told you: everyone I have to amuse myself with here has turned out to be such a disappointment. _Him_ more than all the others, because I expected so much more. [to Garak] Why don't you tell him why you were assigned to Terek Nor? _That_ will impress him. Garak: Oh, I don't want to be a bore. Intendant Kira: But it's a fascinating story, Garak! I'm sure the Terran will enjoy hearing it, and he'll be _so_ sympathetic. [to Bashir] Go on. Ask Garak to tell you his story. [Bashir demures, not wanting to get himself in the middle of Round Two. The In-tendant speaks to Major Kira.] If I'd known the truth myself at the beginning, I would never have gotten my hopes up about him. Major Kira: Why? What did he do? Intendant Kira: Shall I tell you? Well, why not, since Garak's being so modest about his past tonight. Twenty years ago, Garak was considered one of the most promising officers to come out of Cardassia. He _was_ ambitious. Everyone said he would go far--he couldn't help it. His father was head of the High Council in those days, and saw to it that Garak was placed in positions where he had every opportunity to climb right to the top. It would only take a few favors, an assassination or two. But, in spite of all his advantages, Garak never rose to the occasion. He was too loyal to his superiors when he should have betrayed them. He always chose the wrong friends, backed the wrong factions. Garak: Intendant... Intendant Kira [ignoring him and speaking only to the Major as they continue to dance]: So, they called him back to the great Council Chambers on Yla Prime, where he had a private conference with his father. Garak won't talk about it, but I've heard it said that the old man insulted him in every way he could, that he said the most horrible, hateful things. [Her voice grows louder and more strident.] They say he was hoping to make Garak so angry that he'd stab him right then and there and prove he had the strength to seize power after all. But of course Garak couldn't even do _that_. His poor father had to retire, because he couldn't bear the shame of it. Garak: Intendant, stop this. Intendant Kira [going farther, and spinning faster; Major Kira tries to draw away, but the Intendant will not let her go.]: Garak had failed too many times, and the Alliance does not think highly of failures. That's why they sent him here, to give him one last chance. If he couldn't take care of one... [chuckles] inexperienced young Intendant in her first command, then he deserved to sit in the First Officer's post until his dying day. And there he sits! [She waves an arm in Garak's direction.] Swilling his kanar! Flirting with all the prettiest boys. [She stops spinning and releases the Major. They both stand, breathing hard.] Now, isn't that a sad ending to a sad, sad story? Garak [who has been sitting impassively all during this last harangue, now rises from his seat]: If you've finished, I would like to tell a story too. [to Bashir and Kira] It's not from my personal history, like the Intendant's tragic little narra-tive. No, this is something quite different. Call it a piece of speculative fiction. The story I want to tell is about a Bajoran major who came all the way from another universe only to meet herself. She had a Terran, but he wasn't _her_ Terran. Actually, I don't think she liked him very much. [Major Kira turns to stare at him.] Bashir [seeing where this is going, but trying to be cool]: I feel as if I know these people. Intendant Kira [warning]: Garak, I won't have this. Garak: Sympathy for a Terran, Intendant? Intendant Kira: You're making my guests uncomfortable. Major Kira, allow me to apologize. Major Kira: I'm all right. Julian? Bashir [still embarrassed]: I'm fine. Garak [triumphantly]: There you are, Intendant. No harm done. Now, as I was saying, this Bajoran major was unhappy in this universe, where she did not belong, and she wanted only to return home. But how was she going to manage it? Fortunately, _she_ wasn't afraid to take advantage of the opportunities that lay before her. She wasn't afraid to perform...favors to get what she wanted. But just how far was she willing to go? Intendant Kira: Garak, that's enough! [Major Kira runs out. Bashir goes after her.] How _could_ you? Garak: I did it for you, Intendant. I thought you'd enjoy it. Aren't blood sports to your tastes? Intendant Kira: I don't enjoy hurting innocent people! Garak [snapping]: Don't pretend that _you_ are the injured party here, Intendant! It isn't plausible, not after these little scenes you've put on for our guests. You're showing off for her--do you think I don't see that? You even told her about the Alliance. [Quark overhears this, but casts his eyes down as he meekly clears the empty glasses from the bar and pretends not to listen.] Intendant Kira: All right, you wanted to strike back at me, but you hurt Nerys. Garak: It's the same thing, isn't it? Intendant Kira: So that's what this is all about? [She looks out at the darkened Promenade, where Major Kira is headed for the turbolift. Bashir follows her, rather unsteadily; he loses his balance and the Major catches him as he falls to his knees.] My twin? Garak: You know I'm right. She's only after one thing. Intendant Kira [smiles]: So am I. What does it matter to you any-way? I've had a dozen--dozens!--like her without a jealous word from you. Garak: This one is different. I'm warning you, Kira Nerys, if you do this- Intendant Kira: What will you do to stop me? Try it. Just try to stand in my way with her again, and I swear I will make you sorry! I mean it, Garak. I will get you. Garak: We'll see who gets whom. Intendant Kira: Is that a threat? Garak: It's a promise. I've sat quietly and endured the humiliation you constantly heap upon me, but if you think you can tear me to pieces for your guest's entertainment- Intendant Kira: You can stand it! It's what you stay here for, year after year! Garak: I've reached my limit tonight. You have pushed me to it. I've had enough. Intendant Kira [laughs]: If you had the balls, you'd have put an end to this long ago. [She turns and stalks out.] Garak: Maybe it's time I did. [He watches as the Intendant walks up to Major Kira and Bashir, who are still on the Promenade; she speaks to Major Kira and tries to lead her away, but the Major will not leave Bashir behind. After some discussion, the two women haul the doctor to his feet, and drag him into the lift. Garak turns back to the bar.] Quark! More kanar! [He returns to his seat as the Ferengi pours him a drink.] End Act II ~*~ Act III Intendant Kira quarters. The door emits a series of high- pitched beeps as Garak overrides the security seal. He walks in to find the sitting room in low-level lighting. Bashir lies asleep on the lounge. Neither Kira is in sight, but an orange Bajoran militia jacket lies on the floor; Garak picks up the jacket as he crosses the room on his way to the door of the Intendant's bedroom. He notes that the door is locked, then returns to sit at the foot of the lounge. After a minute or two, he sighs and turns to consider the sleeping human, then gently lays one hand on Bashir's flank. Bashir [waking up at the touch]: Uh- what? Garak: Do you know where your Kira is? Bashir: Not _my_ Kira. Garak: Whoever she belongs to--do you know where she is? Bashir [lifts his head to look around the room]: I think she went off with the Intendant. They wanted to talk, 'bout girl stuff. [His head drops back to the cushions.] Garak [laughs]: You really don't know, do you? You don't know what's going on in there. [He nods to indicate the bedroom door.] What your Major Kira's doing to ensure that she gains the Intendant's good favor. Bashir: Major Kira wouldn't do that. Garak: Wouldn't she? Well, you know her better than I do. Perhaps they are only engaging in 'girl talk' and wanted a little privacy. [He looks over the young man sprawled out before him.] Now, what about you, Terran? What, I wonder, would _you_ do to guarantee your freedom? [He reaches for Bashir.] Bashir: Don't touch me! Garak [drawing back quickly]: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you. But why shouldn't we amuse ourselves? After all, our respect-ive Kiras are in there, and you and I are...out here. Bashir: I've never done that. Garak: Never? A pretty Terran like you? Bashir: 'S true. People always think that about me, but I'm not- I don't- I'm too afraid. I don't want to be hurt. [He curls, head to his knees.] Don't-! [as Garak tries to touch him again.] I'm afraid of being hurt. Garak: I'm not going to hurt you. Bashir: That's just what he'd say. [He rolls to his side.] I know he wants it. I can see it in his eyes, the way he looks at me... Garak: Who? Whose eyes? Bashir [continuing over the interruption]: I _know_ what he'd like. He wants me that way, and it scares me. Garak: _Who_? [then, understanding] Your Garak? Bashir: My Garak. [He rolls over and hangs his head over the side of the lounge.] I think I'm gonna be sick. Garak [to himself]: I should have realized... [to Bashir] You haven't told him this? He doesn't know? Bashir: No. I always hold him back, pretend I don't see. [He struggles to push himself up. Garak takes him by the arm to help him; Bashir doesn't resist this time. As he turns to sit up, he finds himself nose-to-nose with the Cardassian, and looks into his eyes.] It's not that I don't wonder about it too, sometimes, but I never let him touch me. Garak: Maybe it's time you did. [He draws closer. Their mouths almost meet, and then Bashir pulls back abruptly.] Bashir: What was that beeping noise? Garak: [puzzled] What-? Bashir: _Beeping_. What was it? Was there a message? Garak: Message... [He releases Bashir as an idea begins to form.] Yes. That's what it was. An urgent message just arrived from our superiors on Yla Prime. The Terran rebels have laid siege to the capitol city, and have finally broken through its defensive shields. They were storming the gates of the Council of Ministers' chambers when the message ended abruptly. I'm afraid the Council may all be dead. Bashir: Oh, no. That's awful! Garak: Yes, isn't it? It seems that the rebellion has been success-ful. The heart of the Alliance is in ruins, and the Intendant doesn't know about it yet. She doesn't realize that the government that put her in her exalted position of authority is gone. [He grins at the thought.] Bashir: That's- er- Ulp- [His hand quickly covers his mouth.] Excuse me. [He runs out of the room. Garak barely notices Bashir's exit; he remains seated on the lounge, forming his plans, and does not look up until the bedroom door opens and Major Kira emerges, wearing the bodysuit of her uniform. She picks up her jacket from the floor and puts it on.] Major Kira [looking around the room]: Where's Dr. Bashir? What have you done with him? Garak: Nothing, my dear. He's your Terran, after all. I wouldn't dream of infringing on _your_ territory unless I had gained your permission first. Major Kira: Then where is he? Garak: Dr. Bashir has had a little too much to drink. The last time I saw him, he was headed for the 'fresher. I expect you'll find him lying on the floor. [Kira goes to check.] I wouldn't worry about him, Major--he's probably happier in there. Did you enjoy your 'mirror' experience? Major Kira [sitting beside him on the lounge and letting her head fall to her hands]: I don't know what's wrong with me tonight. I can't just say it's because I've been drinking. I feel like I've lost my mind. Is this place actually a madhouse? Garak [smiling]: Ah, you're not far wrong. Major Kira: I don't know when you people are lying, or telling the truth. Garak: You're not supposed to. That's the point. Major Kira: I must be insane. That almost made sense. [She lifts her head and studies him.] You feel threatened by me, Garak--Why? Garak: Why? Because you are ambitious, as I was. Major Kira: My 'ambitions' aren't the same as yours. I don't want to take over anything. I just want to get away from here. I'll do whatever I have to to get us out of this place. Garak: Anything? Major Kira: Anything. Garak: You _say_ that, but I suspect you don't really mean it. My dear Major, you have no idea what that word means. I do. In my long and illustrious career, I have occasionally been expected to do 'anything' in order to succeed. Major Kira: According to the Intendant, you couldn't do it. Garak: And yet, Intendant Kira has asked more from me than anyone else. Believe me, you don't want to know what 'anything' entails, especially where _she_ is concerned. Do you think you can convince her to let you go? You think she can be reasoned with? Bargained with? Placated? [He shakes his head] I wouldn't depend on it. You're her new plaything. The perfect match she's been looking for for so long. Why should she release you when you're so much more fun than all her old toys? Major Kira: Like you, Garak? [pause] Why do let her treat you that way? Garak: It is the role I chose to play, at our Intendant's bidding. As she has already informed you, I have an odd sense of loyalty, and she can be quite a persuasive woman-- I'm sure you understand the appeal, Major. Major Kira: But _why_? Why do you stay? Why don't you...? Garak: Kill her? Major Kira: She says you've tried to. Garak: Yes. I must admit, I think about it often. You don't know how often I've considered it. Sometimes, the thought is the only thing that sustains me. It would be more merciful for us all. It would put an end to this farce. [He smiles suddenly] Aren't you taking a great risk in telling me your plans, Major? I might go straight to the Intendant and repeat every word. Major Kira: You could, but it wouldn't get you what you want. Garak: And what do you think that is? Major Kira: You want us gone--_me_ gone. Garak: I can't deny it. Major Kira: Why not help us then? It's the quickest way to get rid of me. Garak: Not the quickest way, Major. Major Kira [stares at him, eyes wide]: Wh- what do you mean? Garak: You'll see... [He turns to look up as the bedroom door opens and Intendant Kira comes out, wearing a mouse- gray robe.] Intendant, I think it's time we brought this delightful evening to a close. Say 'farewell' to your guests... Intendant Kira: I'm not finished yet. Garak: Yes, you are. You just don't realize it. [He looks around.] But we're missing one of our party. Major, will you bring your Terran back in--if he feels up to it. [Major Kira leaves the room.] Intendant Kira [impatiently]: All right, Garak--What is it you're planning now? Garak: I'm going to put an end to this. I promised I would, even if you didn't believe me. [The Intendant stares at him. Major Kira returns with Bashir, who looks pale, sick, and bedraggled.] You've had your fun, my dear, playing with your twin, but the game is over now. I am tired. Your guests are tired. I'm sure they just want to go home. Bashir [moaning as he slumps down into the nearest chair]: I want to go home. Garak: And you will, soon. Home to your own universe, your own Terek Nor...and your own Garak? [Bashir lifts his head and looks at him; Garak nods.] But before we send you on your way, there is one last thing we have to finish here. [to the Intendant, who is still staring at him; she looks almost afraid now.] Intendant, you were going to tell Major Kira all about the Alliance. Why don't you do so now? Intendant Kira [with sudden reluctance]: I don't want to... Garak [firmly]: But _I_ want you to. [They meet each other's eyes for a long minute, and the Intendant sits down.] Intendant Kira: Yes, all right. [Major Kira's mouth drops open at this unexpected acquiescence.] Garak: You'll want a fresh drink for this. [He orders another blaster from the replicator, and brings it to the seat the Inten-dant has chosen. She takes it and gulps it down without hesitation.] Ready? Why don't you tell her what the Alliance meant to you? Intendant Kira: All right. [She composes herself, hands folded in her lap.] You have to understand what it was like for us. Bajor was in ruins. The Terran Empire had conquered our world over a cen-tury ago. The planet had been strip-mined, and the Bajorans were in slave-labor camps. It seemed like a miracle when their Empire suddenly crumbled, and the former overlords were at our mercy. Now, they were _our_ slaves. We sent them to the mines, forced them to rebuild the world they had plundered so callously. It took us 50 years to recover from what they'd done to us, but when we ready, we petitioned to join the Alliance. Garak: It was a great honor when Bajor was accepted. Intendant Kira: A great honor. It proved to us that we had a place in the Galaxy, that the Bajor of the old legends had _not_ been for-gotten. A new B'hala would rise from the ruins. Garak [quoting]: 'Ah, B'hala, how thy glory has diminished./ The shining-spired towers have fallen into dust./ Beloved city, I weep to find thee finished...' Intendant Kira [wryly, without looking at him]: You knew the poem all along. [to Major Kira] The Alliance helped us achieve our goal. Bajor was once again a power to be reckoned with. [dreamily] In due time, I was placed in charge of this space station. I take my responsibilities seriously. Very seriously. It is my sacred duty to defend it, to die before I let Terek Nor fall into enemy hands. Garak: And you've done your duty well. What a pity that it's all over. Intendant Kira [looks up at him sharply]: All over? What do you mean, Garak? Garak: I mean, Intendant, that a message arrived while you were... occupied with the Major. A message from Yla Prime. Intendant Kira [suspiciously]: The Council? Garak: The Council. The Terran rebels have assaulted the capitol and I believe all the ministers were killed. Intendant Kira: All of them? Jaro, Duras, Ghemor...? Garak: All dead, Intendant. Every one. You know how brutal Terrans can be. Intendant Kira: No! You can't do that! Major Kira: He couldn't have done anything, Intendant. He doesn't control the fate of the universe. Garak: That's right, Major. I don't control the fate of the uni-verse. I'm merely reporting the sad truth. [to Bashir] You were right here when the message arrived. You heard it, didn't you? Bashir [still dazed and nauseous]: I heard a beeping noise. Was that a message coming in? Garak: Yes, that's exactly what it was. Don't you remember? Bashir [shakes his head]: I remember you saying so. Garak: Yes, I said so. Intendant Kira: No! Major Kira [looking from one to the other in amazement]: You- [She begins to understand.] Oh, by the Prophets- Intendant Kira: You can't do this! Garak: But, my dear, I have done it. Major Kira: By the Prophets, I think I know what's going on here. Garak [glancing briefly in her direction]: Do you, Major? Intendant Kira [rising from her chair]: I'll make you regret this, Garak! I'll have you strung up on the Promenade and flayed alive! My guards will shoot your bloody remains to ashes! Garak [pleasantly]: You'll do no such thing. Intendant Kira: You- [She stares at him, wild eyed, but ultimately checked. She bursts into tears and flings herself to the lounge, sobbing like a thwarted child.] Major Kira [tentatively]: This Alliance of yours...it doesn't exist, does it? Garak: It did, once. It fell years ago, when the Terrans rebelled. All that remains are a few small outposts, such as this one. Major Kira: But why this ruse? Garak: We tried to keep up the illusion. Some of us are still loyal to the old ways, and to our Intendant. [He moves to stand over the sobbing Intendant.] But it is time for this game to end. Intendant Kira: No! You didn't have to do it! Garak: Yes, I did. You left me no other choice. Intendant Kira [lifting her head to look up at him]: _Why_? Garak: Because you told an outsider. The illusion could only hold up as long as we looked at it from the inside, as long as no one made us see things as they really were. Intendant Kira: You just wanted to get rid of my Major! Garak: Well, yes, that too. Major Kira: We'll- ah- be going now. [Neither Garak nor the Intendant responds. She takes Bashir by the arm.] Julian, come on. [Quietly, they slip out.] Intendant Kira: I'll make you pay for this, Garak. I will kill you this time--I mean it! Garak [more gently this time]: No, you won't. You don't have the power anymore. Your every command may have brought terror to thou-sands once upon a time, but that time is gone. Who's afraid of Intendant Kira? No one, my dear. No one. ~end~

TITLE: "INCUBUS" AUTHOR: Gayle Rochefort-Potts CONTACT: [email protected] WEBSITE: http://www.geocities.com/taitlu/ SERIES: MIRROR/DS9 PAIRINGS: B'Etor/m RATING: NC-17 DISCLAIMER: TPTB have all the rights and the money... we have all the fun and the imagination. SUMMARY: M/B'Etor reveals interesting ways to spend a day. NOTE:(Incubus definition: (Webster's) 1. An evil spirit that is supposed to descend upon sleeping persons. 2.something that oppresses someone like a nightmare.) "Incubus" (c) November 2001 - - - - - - The fogginess that clouded her mind was slowly leaving her. She licked the powder from the palm of her hand and breathed in sharply as the effect took hold. With each breath, matters became clearer. She had obtained her last supply with some difficulty and that had led to her latest and larger order. The Vulcans were not good for much, in her opinion, but this native moss was the best hallucinogenic money could buy. She had learned over the years just how much to ingest to get just the right sensation... euphoric without loosing the sense of things around her. "B'Etor." B'Etor stretched and answered lazily, "Yes, my sister... what is your wish so early in the morning?" She opened one eye and looked towards the door. Lursa shook her head. "Don't you think you waste enough latinum on that stuff?" "I have my vices, just as you choose to buy your body slaves." She stretched again then sat up. She looked to the empty side of her bed and wondered if it was time to find at least one body slave for herself. "We are expected places today and you need to have a clear head." "We are merely taking over a small colony, hardly worth clear thought." She pulled out the warrior's garb she would wear today. She left her sister's presence long enough to prepare for her day. As she brushed through her long dark hair, she called out to her sister. "What do you have planned for this colony once we acquire it?" Her sister's voice carried through the door; she must have been standing close by. "I thought it would add to our price for a seat on the Council." B'Etor smiled, "Perhaps it should be offered for an alliance?" She pulled on the soft undergarments; they felt comforting to her. "No doubt you would wish it to be the Regent?" Lursa teased her about her attraction for Regent Worf of the House of Mogh, a most powerful catch. She leaned against the frame of the closed door. B'Etor slid the door open her manner was not calm. "I do not know why you bring his name up all the time." "Because you desire him." B'Etor dismissed Lursa's comment with a roll of her eyes and she pulled on her soft armour. She fastened it tightly against her body. "That is why you have taken to the yekuhl... because you can not have the Regent." B'Etor growled at her sister, "Take care, Sister, I do not take so much yekuhl that I can not sink my taj deep into your chest." She picked up the razor sharp dagger, pointed it at her sister... paused, then slipped it into its waist-sheath. ~~~~~~~~~~~ B'Etor sat back heavily in the command chair on the bridge of her small fighter. A twin of her sister's in every regard, with the exception of the registry marks and, in B'Etor's opinion, hers was the better crew. She had chosen her crew carefully, accepting even some of the older warriors... as long as their allegiance was only to her and they were willing to pay with their lives. It was a small price to pay for certain victories. Today's mission had been a successful... more successful than they had anticipated. They had acquired the colony, the small world it inhabited and a great deal of hidden latinum... and a previously unknown source of ngem tIr, a wild grain that grew in the forests... it was an ingredient for a toxic compound that could be used as a weapon. However, in very minute doses, it made an excellent hallucinogenic. B'Etor looked at the wide gash in her arm that had happened during the first attack on the colony. The colonist that had caused the injury was given the privilege of dying at her hand... he was sliced down the length of his body, with B'Etor's own be'joy blade and left to bleed to death. He had excellent stamina... and unfortunately was quite a worthy warrior... he lasted almost four hours before he asked to be released. B'Etor had tired of watching him, so she honoured his request and used his own bat'leth to severe his head from his body. The weapon now hung in her private quarters as a trophy. "HoD B'Etor..." The elder Klingon warrior bowed his head; he was the ship's surgeon and had come to the bridge to repair her arm. "Be quick." B'Etor closed her eyes and relaxed in the chair as her sleeve was untied and slipped off her arm. She glanced at the injury with some detachment. The surgeon reached into the bag slug across his body, he pulled out the newly acquired dermal regenerator. He made a few adjustments then began to repair the muscle in the young warrior's upper arm. "Do not forget to leave a scar." She was already planning out the tattoo she would have done, incorporating the scar and the tale of the take-over. The surgeon bowed his head but never once taking his eyes from his work. Her arm had to be fully functional and he had spent far too many credits for this piece of equipment to be sloppy in its application. He adjusted his hold on her arm, muttering an apology for having to touch her in the least. He sealed the wound, leaving the crescent-shaped scare behind. B'Etor glanced at the end result, nodded then waited as her sleeve was placed and retied. "Navigator, head for home." "Yes, HoD B'Etor." B'Etor stood. "I will be in my quarters if needed." She stepped down from the raised chair then calmly circled the bridge stations before leaving. She had to insure that all her orders were carried out. Now she would send word to the correct ones that would filter their accomplishment to Regent Worf... perhaps with the right about of power, he might just begin to see her as a possible mate. The door slid shut behind her. She flexed her hand and moved her arm, testing the repair work. It would do. She knew that she would have to spend some time building the strength and dexterity up to her usual level. She sat in the large comfortable chair, reached to the wide arm and opened the concealed compartment. She withdrew and small case, inside was a hypo spray and contained within was her second favourite drug... it was a mild aphrodisiac and would fuel her dreams. She knew she would have just over an hour to enjoy her solitude. She adjusted the dose and pressed the sprayer to the inside of her wrist. She felt the immediate flush and then the warm glow that slowly moved along her body. The spray was returned to its hiding place and she settled into the chair for her deliciously seductive dreams. ~~~~~~~ An afternoon in the trader's market sounded like the perfect way to end her week. B'Etor had been giving some serious thought as to ownership of a body slave and this was the best place to purchase one. The low lighting and the heavy scented air seemed to envelope B'Etor as she stepped into her favourite place. It was an establishment within the trader's market that specialized in the buying and selling of anything that had to do with pleasuring oneself. Among the selections were exotic cloths, perfumes of every type, both addictive and non-addictive drugs and of course... body slaves. B'Etor bowed her head to the owner, Kor. He had been at one time a warrior in his own right but after discovering that he could have a better future in selling rather than killing... or being killed... he and his mate opened up this place. The signage read; 'Qu'nong qub' and the translation was 'The Rare and Passionate Quest'. One needed a certain station to even enter this establishment and B'Etor was welcomed with the courtesy awarded to the high-ranking warrior that she was. Immediately, a female slave appeared, dressed in revealing clothing and offered to guide her to a private place where she could buy whatever suited her fancy. The female slave carried a large carafe of sweet bloodwine. "toy'wI. I want yekuhl, the highest quality." B'Etor hesitated for a moment then crooked a finger at the slave. "A body slave that is prepared for purchase, male and he must be of excellent stock." She looked around the room at the ones that were busy. "I do not want one that is used up." The servant nodded, "Vulcan, joH?" B'Etor nodded. She settled into the chair, her feet resting on the ottoman. She picked up the goblet that had been filled by the servant and sipped on the vintage bloodwine. There were definite pleasures to be had when one held a certain position. Her sister, Lursa, was preoccupied with spending her time attempting to get their younger brother into the Council. B'Etor did not believe that her brother would live long enough to serve. He was... stupid and sloppy in his demeanour. He chose his associates with little care and his bedmates with even less. He would die in his bed and at the hand of one that would not be worthy of the blood shed; she was certain of that. She saw the servant weaving through the crowded common room. Her own area was sectioned off with curtains that hid her presence; but she was able to watch the coming and goings of the others. She took another long sip of the wine. She had heard that the Regent frequented this place, she was not surprised as the security here was the best money could buy. The owner had no objection in the least to the use of your own guards, just as long as they were not the ones to start the fights. Perhaps she would be fortunate and the Regent would find his way here today. She mentally began to add up her assets... she would soon have enough to establish herself as a possible candidate for the Regent's mate. She sipped again on the wine, there was a part of her that would settle for being *his* bed slave... for a price. The female servant parted the curtains and bowed. By her side was a Vulcan of extraordinary looks and gait. He seemed self- assured and not to mention absolutely delightful in his tall boots, tight pants, gloved hands and open shirt... a perfect selection for a body slave as well. Now if her yekuhl would be as delicious, her night would be made. "joH B'Etor, may I present, Taurik, he is a seller of yekuhl." B'Etor was slightly disappointed that he was not hers, but then again, anything was hers for the taking... and for the right price. B'Etor stood and gestured for the female to leave. She watched with interest as this Vulcan male knelt at her feet. She reached down and teased at the dark silky hair. "What you sell is of a good quality?" "It is the finest, joH B'Etor." Taurik reached into the pouch that was at his side and withdrew a small packet of yellowish powder. He offered it to the female warrior as he stood. He had not been surprised in a long time in who actually used drugs... but their dependencies did defy all logic. He had also noted on his way in that one of her personal guards remained just beyond the curtains and had refused any manner of food or drink, no doubt the guard did this to avoid drugging of any kind. "And the price for your ownership is not too high I trust." Taurik did not even flinch when B'Etor moved closer to touch his thigh. She had a caring touch unlike most of the females he had to deal with. He noticed the off colouring to her skin, the sign of a heavy yekuhl user... at least she still had her wits about her. He drew in a slow deep breath as her hand moved up his thigh, then gently traveled to the inside of his leg. "I was not aware that you desired... other services." He allowed her touch to continue as he slipped the pouch of drugs from his shoulder. He held it for a moment searching for a reasonably protective spot for it. He may have to trust this Klingon but there were others that would have taken the drugs within a heartbeat. B'Etor's mouth barely touched the warmth of his neck. She could almost taste the Vulcan's skin. She was aware of his movements, and of his search for a safe place for his supply. She wrapped her hand around the straps, just under his hand, she met his eyes, "I will secure this for you." Taurik bowed his head slightly, and watched as B'Etor slipped the pouch in the drawer under the chair. If all went as this Klingon wished it to, he would be hers. She arranged the drape of fabric to hide the existence of the drawer. "Safe for the present." B'Etor caressed her way up his bare arm, across his shoulders, her hand wrapped around the back of his neck and she pulled him to her. Her mouth claimed his, the pressure of the kiss increased. She felt him take a step closer to her. She dropped back her head offering her bared throat to him, a sign of trust and surrender. Taurik gently nipped at the base of her neck. He reached into her hair, cradling her head as his mouth moved up her neck increasing the pressure of his bites. He felt her moan and as he reached the soft area just under her chin and sank his teeth slowly into her flesh... she growled. B'Etor stepped back to catch her breath. Somehow she managed to still be in possession of the small packet of yekuhl in her hand and she wanted some before matters got out of hand. She reached into the packet pulling out a pinch of the heavy powder between her fingers. Expertly she resealed the small packet and placed it in the hidden pocket she had designed into the bust of her armour. She rubbed the powder between her finger and thumb, watching as it fell into the centre of her palm. She opened her hand and offered some to Taurik. Taurik shook his head. "I do not indulge." B'Etor licked the powder; she felt the tingle on her tongue and then the flush travel along her body. She offered what was left on her hand to Taurik, "There is not much there." Taurik acquiesced; he held her hand and drew his tongue along her palm. He watched her as he did this; her eyes were becoming bright and glassy. He would experience very little... just enough of an affect to feel a light euphoria. He had, in the little time he had spent with her, seemed to develop a marginal trust in her. She was not crass, rough or unthinking in her treatment of him. Despite the fact that she obviously wished to be pleased, she seemed to hold some interest for his pleasures as well. Taurik moved with B'Etor towards the bed that had been provided to her. The area she had chosen was one of the larger 'rooms'. B'Etor reached to the tie fastening the Vulcan's hair back. She preferred to have his hair loose and flowing. She closed her eyes and breathed in the incense that permeated the air. She had ordered some to be placed within the area and from experience that it was a mild aphrodisiac. At least this would 'help' the mood along and bring some interest to him. Taurik was unsure as to how to proceed with this female. He moved closer to her, his fingers worked at the fasteners to her skirt and received no objections as it fell away from her. Care was taken with each of his touches on her body, he was aware that she held his life in her hands. He had also determined that if he pleased her, she was prepared to pay the price for his ownership. She had stated that he was able to retain his drug selling, but instead of the profits going to Kor... they would be hers. In the back of her mind she identified the far off growl; it was the Regent. She drew in a deep breath, allowing herself to drift deeper into the drug-induced pleasure. Hands that stroked her skin she imagined to be 'his'... strong hands that would rule a universe one day. The Regent's dark hair was imagined to fall around her head, she breathed in the incense and wondered what scent 'his' skin would have. B'Etor whispered for this male to enter her, to complete the dream of being taken by the Regent. She listened to the hot breathe by her ear, she felt the fast beating of the heart against her chest... his fingers grabbed her hair, pulling it as his body shook with release. She pulled him in deeper, holding him tight against her as she moaned for more. He licked her throat, nipped it gently, arousing her further then sunk his teeth into her bare shoulder. Her reaction was almost immediate... her body reached for his, pulled him hard against her, driving her long nails into his soft skin... and then she growled as the wave of pleasure took her over. "More yekuhl..." she whispered into the elegant ear. She had barely recovered from her climax and her thoughts were on another. She needed to maintain the euphoria, and the illusion. She ran her hands over his bare body, into his long silky hair then captured his mouth. The warm mouth kissed her back, nipped at her lips then she felt the soft powder being sprinkled into her open mouth. "joH B'Etor, I am yours to serve." = = = = = = = = = = Months later.... Taurik stood by the computer terminal in the common room, by the long couch. He was choosing another Klingon opera to read. As a Vulcan he had the intellect that slaves seldom had; and as B'Etor's favourite, he had the freedom to exercise this intellect in any way he chose to. He looked up from the download to discover Lursa entering the room. He had not seen her in a few days, B'Etor had mentioned in passing that she was off seeing to her own agenda... that of seeing their younger brother brought into power. The download finished with a gentle beep, he took the PADD and headed for the couch to sit and read. Lursa looked to this too well dressed bedslave. The tight fitting clothing that he wore was perfectly suited in cut and colour; this was partially covered with luxurious robes; his hair was tied back with expensive leathers. "She is in the mood for reading?" "The reading is mine, joH Lursa." He spoke without thinking of the consequences. "You? Reading?" Lursa stared at this one for a moment; he lifted his head to meet her eyes. Lursa crossed the room in three steps her hand snapped up and slapped his face. "Eyes down... as befitting a slave." She spit at him. Taurik felt the sting slowly creeping across his cheek and the pull in his neck muscle coming to his attention. "As you command, joH Lursa." Lursa stared at him. "My sister needs to correct your behaviour. She needs to be reminded that your position is beneath her... not beside her." Taurik stood quiet for a moment, finding the control for his embarrassment. "joH B'Etor is the one that chooses what I wear and she is the one that determines my activities." "Perhaps my sister needs to be reminded exactly what a bedslave is for?" Taurik smiled inwardly, "I assure you, joH Lursa, she is well aware." Lursa raised her hand but was stopped. She looked to the hand that surrounded her wrist... it was her sister. "He is mine to discipline, not yours. Go find one of yours to beat." B'Etor looked to Taurik. "I trust you have arranged for mid-meal." "I have, joH B'Etor. It will be brought to the dining room in a matter of minutes." He cast a sideways glance to Lursa. "There is enough for another to join you." B'Etor caught his glance and his silent suggestion. "Lursa, would you care to join me for mid-meal?" "Join you, or will your pet be with us?" Taurik took the hint, he bowed his head, "I will take me leave..." "I did not dismiss you." B'Etor looked to Lursa, "I will have the company I choose at my meals. Do you or do you not wish to join me?" Lursa weighed the effects of not joining her. There was already a rift between them over the accumulated wealth for their brother; this did not have to be added to the wedge that was beginning to separate the two sisters. "I would be honoured, My Sister." ~~~~~~ B'Etor drew in a breath, feeling the effects of the powder on her tongue. "This is an exceptionally good yield?" She stretched and reached to Taurik pulling him to her. "Pleasure me." Taurik's hand moved slowly down her body, teasing and caressing her along the path. In the short time he had been with her, he was beginning to develop a degree of caring for this Klingon female. Odd he thought as to the depth of the caring, perhaps it was because he had not been offered a place before this. Not only in bed with her, but at times, he stood at her side. He was becoming concerned with her increase use of the yekuhl. He was trying to monitor the dosages. Last night he had a taste of B'Etor's anger when he refused to give her more of the yekuhl. She had been drinking bloodwine as well and the two were a toxic combination if taken too extremes and she seemed determined to take matters to the limit... for some unknown reason. His body still held the bruises of his 'disciplining'. He had spent the morning cleaning up after her tantrum. Paintings, statues, and dishes were thrown at him, luckily missing him each time. The bedding was pulled off and thrown into the corner as her anger became frenzied, a result of the high levels of yekuhl in her system. Taurik's hand moved into her hair, brushing it back from her face. His fingers brushed over her forehead ridges, tracing the pattern he had committed to memory. "Why do you do this?" He asked in a soft voice. "Do what?" "Yekuhl." He wanted to slip into her thoughts, find the reason, he suspected she might have pushed the reason so far into the back of her mind that she was not aware of it any longer. "I have my reasons." She pushed him out of the way and sat up reaching to the small packet containing the pinkish powder. It was taken from her hand; she glared at him. "You need not concern yourself... you are merely a slave." Even to her ears the words did not sound convincing. Taurik dropped the packet onto the nightstand, and then pulled her down into the covers. He nipped at her lips, "Then command me, joH'wI." He was pleased when her hands reached into his hair and pulled him down. She captured his mouth; she bit into his lip... but not hard enough to make it bleed. He knew enough about her habits that she would save the taste of his blood for later. Taurik pulled at her hair, bending her neck backwards, his mouth tasting her throat. He knew this coupling would be a battle of power, one over the other and he intended to win this one. B'Etor shivered. She did not want to react to him, but she could not stop herself. His touch was one that she savoured. His mouth moved lower, tasting the skin on her shoulder, then down her arm biting into but not breaking the skin. He was skilled. She inhaled sharply, uncontrollably, as his mouth sucked in her breast. His hot mouth surrounded the sensitive nipple and his tongue teased it unmercifully. She heard herself growl, low and deep in her throat. Taurik moved covering her body in order to feel the minute movements of her muscles under him. He continued to suckle her, moving to the other breast when she could take no more contact on the one. She wrapped her legs around his body, pulling him tight against her, her body arching against his. Taurik moved his hands up to her shoulders; he pulled himself up slightly, capturing her mouth. He tasted her, ran his tongue along her teeth, nipped at her lips... then without preamble or permission reached deeply into her thoughts. B'Etor's body stiffened with the invasion. She wanted to scream at him, to throw him off of her. How dare he presume that he was allowed to touch her in this manner? Her eyes widened, his were so dark... and she fell into them. Taurik felt his own body stiffen for a second, until he separated his thoughts from hers. It took another moment to find his way through the fogginess that the drug caused in her mind. He had not done this in a very long time; he had the skills that many had paid for... a skill to reach into another's thoughts without hesitation or preparation. He did not loose himself in the melds as many did. He began his search for the dark notions that seemed to, at times, overtake her. This was when she used the yekuhl the most. How had that Vulcan brought this up in her? Had she been running from this all along? Her drug state had been lifted and the pains swept in. ~~ Scenes begin to unfold... flashes of memories... It had been lifetime since she had visited this place. She comes upon familiar surrounding. She is before a tombstone remembering a pain. Fear and anticipation. Been the first time in a lifetime that she has been back. Hello my friend we meet again. She stuck at the stone with a bat'leth. It sparks and it descends into a flash back. She is moving to the hard music going on in the hall and they bump into each other. Meeting at an Opera: childhood friends. Hello my friend we met again. Room spins as they lose themselves in each other. He is tall and elegant looking. Nothing like the ruffians that these others boys are. She remembered him to be smart and funny nothing like her brothers. He was studying science and was gentle with her always. And he was being very solicitous. She liked his smile. And that way he looked at her made her warm and beautiful. A perfect love that you gave to me. Fell in love. After the coupling he snuggles her breast and he toys with his hair. In bed in her room very passionate, he bit her palm sniffs it and she curls her fingers inward cutting into her palms. Reciting poetry form a popular modern opera they have both seen: When you are with me I am free. I am careless. I believe. Above all the others we'll fly. This brings tears to my eyes. "You are so sentimental are all men cry-babies?" "We are more sensitive to the complexities, joys and sorrows of the Klingon experience than you females." "I guess that is why you are the poets. More than one use for you all. I have never cried in my life nor to I intend to." "Tears wash away the fears and fortify the soul. You should try it my dearest love." "Perhaps in child birth one day, My sacrifice." As he climbs down, the pinnacle of her happiness... her father entered. "What the hell are you doing?" Her eyes open and he suspects something and looks down the wall, and notices a shadow. "What is going on?" and throws her to the bed. He calls to her mother, "What is this? Blood on her sheet from losing her virginity! Now you are useless to me!" She was backhanded. Her tears. "Do not cry daughter. Who was it? That boy I saw you talking to. I am going to contact his parent and demand satisfaction." "No Father... he is the one." "He has dishonoured his family and ours. You were intended to another now I can't use you. You are dead to me. You might as well be gone." Then the meeting between the fathers... "Your son defiled my daughter." "If that is the case then I suppose you are demanding satisfaction." "Indeed I am. He is your only son." "Yes he is my heir but that is no matter what must be done must be done. Shall I bring him over?" "No, let him come on his own." "As you wish." The boy stood up to her father. "I claim her." B'Etor felt fear... then hope and pride that her mate is doing this for her... for them. "Over my dead body." "After I dispatch with this challenge B'Etor we are going." Then gets the bat'leth in the belly from the elder brother... Duras. In the background, her father calls his father. "It is done." "How did he die?" "He died well." "Then matters between us are done?" "Indeed. Shall we continue with those negotiations?" "Yes, I see no reason not to. Are you going to pick up the empty shell?" "His 'mate can deal with it. Until the counsel chambers then Duras." Her mother comments, "Well daughter, it seems you have a duty. To dispose of his body." "Bury him," says Lursa had never before bothered with B'Etor. "I will tend to that matter." She cradled him as he dies but he is happy to have him die honourably... he is at peace and they share their poem. "My sacrifice." He whispers, "I just want to say hello again." She roars at his death. Her roar carries his warrior sprit to Sto-Vo-Kor... above the house outward form the clouds... the thunder crashed and the rains began. He dies and life switches to the grave. It is raining there too. "I just want to say hello again." She notices the marks on her palms from their last night. Her fingernails dig into her palm as she keeps her tears in. Then she is over his grave remembering what they shared. Her hands trembled her body quivered. 'When you are with me, I'm free. I am careless I believe. Above all others well fly that brings tears to my eyes... I can't even cry for you my dearest heart...' Her rage her despairs are so great she can't even think. Then she gets mad... dons the warrior garb and for the first time in her life, she picks up a bat'leth. The same bat'leth that had slain her lover... her brother's weapon and no one stopped her. Lursa aligned herself with her sister. 'Above all the others we'll fly this brings tears to my eyes my sacrifice.' She beckons to Lursa, "Well since he does not want us let's get out of here." Her heart hardens and her rage is turned outward. She is going to prove in this world and show her father and everyone... that she is not worthless. "Agreed sister... let us seek our own fortune." "Do not interfere Duras it is her right to claim the weapon. You will have to learn how to use that my sister." "You will instruct me?" "Of course... we are partners." This ends with two angry determined daughters leaving. They went to say their farewells but the brothers and father turned their back on them, their mother offers them a purse and her name. B'Etor notices the nick taken out of the stone from her weapon, she reaches out to caress the scarred stone. She will put many more there in the futures she promises him... and then she finally sheds a tear for his loss. That is the name of the bat'leth too; the bat'leth has been cleansed of another's blood but never his. Only one side has his blood, she uses the other blades to slay others. So his alone has a place of honour on the fore blade in this four bladed weapon. The scenes dim with B'Etor leaning her foot against his grave. "I just want to say hello again. My sacrifice..." The meld ended... and B'Etor saw her life in a way she had not before... her hand lifted to strike Taurik for his 'intrusion'; after all she had the right to discipline him. But sense grabbed a hold of her and she lowered her hand. Taurik lowered his eyes, "I beg for forgiveness." There was a silence that followed, B'Etor was not sure if she should grant it or hold it over him for a time. She decided to do neither, "Do it again, and you die Vulcan." ~~~~~~~ It was months later and B'Etor's drug addiction had ended and not without a great deal of anguish. Taurik had been there to help her with her withdrawal and with Lursa's help had begun to discover her place. The first sign of their improved position was an invitation to the opera and to a gathering afterwards. This was usually reserved for the elite of the society, a place where one could find allies and possibly a mate. B'Etor stood off to the side, a goblet of bloodwine in her hand. She was slightly out of breath, she had been laughing and dancing for most of the past hour. She sipped on the wine; even the wine had been tasting a little better than she remembered. Taurik stood behind and off to the side, a mug of bloodwine in his hand. He did not mind the taste, and found the heady sensation to be to his liking. He had reached a higher stature than he had planned on. He had hoped to improve B'Etor's position and there-by improving his own. He had expected to enjoy the benefits of added wealth and power, but not this high. He had also planned to eventually move himself to a place of trust... but he had not expected to become her bedslave, confident and chief advisor. B'Etor had been talking and then heard the noise of someone entering the party. The room fell quiet it was the Regent himself. He growled that the celebrations were to continue, and everyone moved back slowly and with a slight uneasiness to what they had been doing. B'Etor had not noticed that Taurik had moved closer to her, he offered to fill her goblet again. She let him as she watched the Regent. The Regent moved with sureness, he would hold out his hand and a mug would be placed there. His entourage moved with him through the room maintaining a discreet distance from him. The Regent looked her way, she had expected her heart to be caught in her throat and her heart to be pounding... but none of it happened. She bowed her head, he offered her recognition with the slight lift of his mug then he turned away to speak with another warrior. She was disappointed... in the reaction she felt, in the recognition that he offered and mostly in the Regent himself. He was very... unappealing now that she held position and wealth almost equal to his own. She turned when she felt a light touch on her arm. She met Taurik's eyes, and in that instant decided that this was enough for her... maybe not for et ernity, but for now. She reached to pull him closer, then kissed the warm mouth. She whispered close to his ear, "I wish to leave." Taurik shot a glance at the Regent then met B'Etor's eyes. Something had changed in her in the few moments since the Regent had arrived and he was anxious to find out what it was. He lowered his eyes, "As you desire, joH." ~~~~~~~~ END Feedback delightfully accepted at: [email protected]

Kris & Julie I was sitting at the bar, nursing a Kamikaze, and checking out the clientele, as single young males do. It was a college town, and the women were the usual, bubbly girls who frequent places like the Whole. They might not all be 21, but they were all close enough, at least in this town. People watching is a fun way to spend time. I've always been amazed at how people fall into categories. On the dance floor were the care free, beautiful people, ringed by the "I want to participate, but I'm too self conscious" people, and behind them, against the wall leaned the "This is what people do, but I don't like it people". I think I fit in somewhere in-between. Being a little older, it's not really my crowd, but where else do you go on a Friday night. Sitting off to the side, I had been watching two young women chatting with each other. They had been drinking, not heavily, but steadily. A few of the guy's had approached, a few even managed to sit down, but all of them leaving after 10 minutes, failing to get anywhere with the two. They didn't'' seem standoffish, just content with one another. The night wore on, the music went up, and I got buzzed. I can hold my own in a bar, not being a stranger to alcohol. I knew it was about time to leave, it was 2 am, and I'm not the young machine I used to be who can go for a week on 3 hours of sleep. I left a couple buck's on the bar, and made my way through the now thinning crowd to the door, into the cool night air and gave an involuntary shiver. I heard a commotion behind me and felt myself mashed against the wall just inside the door as the local meathead who worked as the bouncer escorted a young man who had a little too much out the door. As I was forced back, I felt my feet step on uneven ground, and a "OW!" in my ear. Once the bouncer and his client were passed I walked out the door to get out the way and turned to look for whom I had stepped on. I was greeted by one of the two young women who had been sitting at the table in the corner. She was short, 5'2", and petite, not scrawny, but with some meat on her, the kind of girl who doesn't look like she'd break with more vigorous activities. "I'm sorry about that," I spoke, looking down at her, trying to make eye contact, but finding it somewhat difficult as her low cut shirt was drawing most of my attention. Her breasts were great, not huge but a nice proportionate size to her small frame. They would be a nice handful. I quickly gave a slight shake of my head to clear it and listened to her. "That's OK." Her voice was beautiful and nice feminine pitch that was produced through a set of red, full lips. "I don't think you had much choice. That jerk had been over to me and my friend's table about 10 times and all the others girls as well. Some guys are such jerks!" We were standing outside, just in range of the streetlight's glow, so I saw a figure walk up behind this woman and place a hand on her shoulder. "Hey. I was wondering where you were." The girl who had been sitting at the table with her was beautiful. Taller 5'5", and with long wavy brown hair. It was hard to tell in the shadows, but her figure seemed amazing, classical hourglass shaped, with a tiny waist, that accentuated her rounded hips. Her breasts weren't big but there, and the shirt she wore accented them nicely. I've always liked women who aren't ashamed of their chests and show what they got with pride. "I had to pee. Then some guy tried picking me up as I was leaving. Sorry" "That's ok. I was getting trampled by the bouncer and ..." She was looking at me, and I realized, looking for me to supply my name. "Mike. Sorry again about your foot." "No problem, Mike. My name's Kristen and this is my friend Julie. You can just call me Kris if you want." "Nice to meet you Kris, Julie." I said, extending my hand and shaking each of theirs in turn. " So, I would I have to assume you are students here?" "Well, I am," Kris replied, her green eye's looking into mine. "But Julie's a friend from home, just visiting form her school `cause they have a long weekend." "Yeah, I find it hard to stay out the sticks on a regular weekend, let alone an extended one." "Really? Where do you go to school?" I asked, directed at Julie. "Oh up at Bucknell, the center of nothing." I started to notice the cold again, giving an involuntary shiver. The two women were huddled up against each other; their arms crossed across their chests as women do when they won't wear a coat, even though they know they'll need it later. Women, I thought. "Where's your car? It's late and I don't mind walking you to it." I inquired. "Don't have one." Shivered Kris. " We walked down from my dorm room. Julie's staying at the Motel Six, cause my roommate is a bitch and doesn't give me much privacy." This seemed a little odd to me but then when have women not seemed odd. Don't get me wrong, I love women, but logic is sometimes not their strong point. " So, we were gonna catch a a cab back there and I was gonna stay with her at the motel." "No kidding? I'm staying at the Motel 6 too. If you want I can give you a ride.If you're comfortable with that." "Really? That would be great. I don't know if nips would make the 2-mile hike over there, and I don't see too many cabs out. Not that there's more than 2 in this town anyway." "Yeah Mine feel like they're gonna break off too!" Julie chimed in. This produced a round of laughter from all three of us and we started across the street to the parking lot with my Explorer in it. We climbed in and I started it up, trying to get some heat going as quick as I could for them. We pulled out and started down the main street towards the motel. The buzz was starting to wear off a little, and my stomach was growling. "Would you guys mind if I stopped and grabbed a bite to eat at the drive through?" "Not at all. Actually that sounds great. Would mind ordering for me too?" "Yeah. I could stand some food too." Julie chimed in. "Hey no problem." We pulled into the fast food joint and waited in line with the other 15 cars of drunken kids who had the post booze munchies. The conversation was easy, the 2 women fun and obviously intelligent. Before long we were laughing and joking and sharing stupid stories about the bar. So far, this had been the high light of the trip. We got our food and headed for the motel. I pulled in and asked where Julie's room was. "Door to door service." I quipped. "Hey, do you want to come up and eat with us?" Kris asked. "Sure, If you're comfortable having a stranger in your room." "Oh I'm not worried, I f you were a psycho killer, I think we'd be dead by now!" We started up to the 2nd floor and Kris started to ask me about myself, with Julie piping in here and there. "So, what do you do Mike?" "And why are you here? You don't look like a student." "Well, I can't really give a straight answer as to what I do. I've sort of been wander around for the last 2 years, traveling and `finding myself' if you will. I'm here because I wanted to talk to one of the professor's, who I did a research paper with a few years ago over the Internet." We got in their room and spread our snack out on the table and started to eat. The conversation flowed and I felt very comfortable with the two of them. They were not the typical girls I remembered from school, both seemed down to earth and intelligent, and very comfortable with themselves. Kris got up and excused her to the bathroom, and Julie and I stepped out onto the balcony for a cigarette. When we came back in, Kris had changed into an oversized T-shirt, which hung mid thigh, revealing a pair of toned, athletic legs. I found myself feeling aroused at the sight of her, and bulge started to form in my pants. "I was thinking about watching some TV before I call in a night." Kris said, "And you are more then welcome to stay, if that's ok Julie?" "Sure, I just hope you don't mind if change as well as Kris." "Go ahead. It's your room." Julie headed for the bathroom and Kris and I lay down on the bed and turned on the TV. Julie joined a few minutes later, with her own T-shirt. She lay down next to Kris, and we chatted softly as the TV played. Things were mellow, and soon it was quiet, just the sound of some show in the air. I glanced over and noticed that the two of them were pretty well snuggled up to one another and Julie's' hand was resting on Kris's thigh, just below her T-shirt. This did not help the bulge in my pants as typical male thoughts played in my head. More minutes passed and I began to detect a slight rocking to the bed. Looking over again, I was amazed to see the two of them locked a passionate kiss, their eyes closed and their arms encircled around each other. I watched in amazement as Julie's leg crept in-between Kris's, and Kris pressed herself into Julie. I could Kris's hand softly rubbing Julie's back, and another stroking her hair. I began to feel a little weird. , almost like an intruder. They were obviously in the middle of a very passionate moment, not some porno fuck fest, and I felt guilty at the now raging hardon in my pants. I decided it would be best to make my escape. I gently cleared my throat to try and get their attention. They slowly parted from their kiss, and untangled from each other. Julie rolled over so that her back was to Kris and both were facing me. "I hope we didn't make you uncomfortable, Mike." Julie said. "No, well maybe a little. I just don't want to, you know, be a peeping tom." "No? Well why don't you join in?" This came from Kris. I watched in amazement as her hand slowly began to peel Julie's shirt up from behind, exposing a pair of thin panties, her navel, taught stomach, and then the lower part of her breast's. Her nipples came into view; pink and hard, standing at rigid attention a good 3/8 of an inch of the quarter sized pink areolas. Julie lifted herself and Kris pulled the shirt over her head and off, to be deposited on the floor next to the bed. Julie lay back down, this time with Kris's arm under her, and Kris wrapping the other over the top. Gently, Kris cupped the two rounded tits from below and gave them a squeeze. I started in rapt fascination. Julie Smiled at me, "You can touch too. It's ok. In fact, I would like it if you did." Mesmerized, I rolled onto my side so That IO faced them, and reached tentatively for Julie's beautiful rounded breasts. Grasping one in each hand, Kris moved her hands out of the way and let me have free access to Julie's tits. I squeezed softly, in amazement as all guys are at the pure joy of a woman's chest. They were both soft and hard at the same time, giving slightly at pressure from my hand but only so far, almost in defiance to my touch. I spread my fingers slightly, and each of her nipples slipped between them. I closed my fingers again, this time pinching her nipples between them. This brought about a soft "Ummmmm" from Julie. She seemed to burrow deeper back against Kris. I felt hands on top of mine and looked to see Kris's on top of mine, kneading gently at Julie's breasts together. Julie was not just lying there. I felt my shirt being pulled away from chest, and soft, almost delicate hand slide underneath. Julie began to slide her hands up and down my chests, gently rubbing over my own nipples. Kris's hands left mine and the bed rose slightly. I continued to massage Julie's breasts as our lips met hers soft and hot against mine. Her tongue slowly began to ease into my mouth. I felt the bed dip again, this time behind me, and knew that Kris had joined us, this time on the other side, behind me. Kris started to tug at my shirt, and let did my best to accommodate, as she tugged my shirt up. I was still lip locked with Julie's, but had to break it off for Kris to finish removing my shirt. This accomplished, I again met my lips with Julie's, and felt Kris press up against me. I was now sandwiched between the two women, and felt like in a dream. Kris pressed against me and I felt at first two soft points, then heat, as her nipples, then breasts pressed into my back. This was too much. She had removed her shirt and I had to feel those tits! I rolled over, Seeing Julie smile, not offended that I was switching over, and got as far as my back. Kris stopped me there. Each of the women lifted up on an elbow and began to kiss another, across my head. I reached and grabbed a breast of each girl as the kissed. With their free hands, They began to each stroke my chest. By now, my cock was exploding to get out of my pants, and I wiggled a little trying to try and relive some of the pressure. I am not John Holmes, but my cock is a little bigger than average, about 7- inch's and thick, so it was quite noticeable. The girls sensed my movement, and in unison their hands slid to the top of jeans. I felt one snaking under the waistband and another glide on top so that it rested squarely on my dick. They broke their kiss, and looked down at me. Kris brought her mouth to mine we began to kiss, our tongues exploring the inside of each other's mouth. I felt Julie make her way down my chest, and my zipper begin to go down. It was almost too much to deal with, to have Kris's tit in my hand, her lips pressed against mine, and Julie undoing my pants. My cock sprang free, against just my boxers now, and some of the pressure eased. Julie began rubbing the length of my unit, a soft purring or sighing coming from her. Kris suddenly broke free of our embrace and went down to meet Julie. After a brief kiss, They lifted my butt, and pulled my pants and boxers off. That's finished, they then pulled my socks, a nice touch I thought. Then things got interesting. Kris promptly straddled herself across my chest and mashed her tits into me. We began kissing and I slid my hands down her back, under the elastic of her panties, and cupped her small rounded ass. Julie began lick the length of my cock, finally taking the head into her mouth. It was unbelievable to have a mouth sucking away on the head of my penis while sucking on another girl's tongue. I knew I wasn't going to last very long. Julie kept going deeper and deeper down my shaft, but she never got all the way to the base. I couldn't blame her, I think I'm just a little too big for an "amateur" to actually deep throat. Mean while, my hands were busy in Kris's panties. I was inching closer to the crack of her ass, and down, when I felt the material pulled aside and a finger brush mine! Julie was going to help me with Kris! She took my hand and placed it squarely on Kris's pussy, cause Kris to start. I felt Julie spread Kris's inner lips and press my finger between the folds. The hot, moist texture was too much and I arched my head back, breaking my kiss with Kris, and came. I Julie kept her mouth firmly on the head of my cock and nursed just the top inch or so I spurted cum into her mouth. I felt like I had just passed out, nor could I believe the amount I was shooting. Again, I don't shoot porn star quantities, but probably a little more than the average. When I was done, and began to get some of my sense back, I opened my eyes to see Kris grinning down at me. She was gently rubbing her crotch against my chest, and I realized I had a finer stuck deep in her pussy. With one hand Kris reached between us and pulled my arm, out of her pussy, across her ass and out from under her panties. She slowly brought it to her lips and began to suck my finger; the one that had just been buried in her own little box. Julie mean while pulled her mouth off my cock, dragging her lips the whole way so that they never opened and sat up. With a devilish grin, she looked at me, her mouth closed, and then pulled my hand out of Kris's mouth. Kris leaned to her and the two girls' lips met, and they kissed. I watched in fascination, as Julie fed my cum from her mouth to Kris's, who then promptly swallowed it down. I was in awe at the beauty of the two of them sharing my cum. No word were being spoken the two of them seemed to know what the other was going to do instinctually. Kris climbed off my chest and lay back, lifting her butt up and peeling her panties off. Julie stood on the side of the bed and seductively rolled hers down her shapely legs. By now I had almost completely recovered from my orgasm, and my cock was at attention again. Julie climbed back onto the bed and again kissed Kris across my chest. Then, wordlessly, like some kind of dance, the rotated themselves across me. Julie's lifted on leg and draped it across my head so that I was staring up at her puffy, glistening labia, and Kris straddled my cock. Julie lowered her awaiting pussy to my face, where I began to breathe in the musky fragrance of her sex. Kris brushed the lips of her own pussy against my cock, then spread her own lips and sat down on the middle of my shaft. My tongue began to probe into the folds of Julie, and I heard her give a soft gasp. I worked up the length of her folds till I found the little bump, and began to suck on her clit. Meanwhile, Kris was slowly rubbing her wet pussy along my cock, not inside but between the lips. She came to rest near the head and began to slowly rub on the head, and I realized she was rubbing her clit against the hard edge of my cock head. Julie was becoming somewhat agitated I noticed, pressing down a little harder against my mouth. I turn began to flick my tongue against her clit a little faster. This brought about a moan, and I could picture Julie's face as she sat atop my head, her hands supporting her on my chest, her eyes closed and head thrown slightly back. I also could picture Kris Rubbing herself against the head of my cock, faster and harder as Julie's moans Became louder. I moved my tongue from Julie's clit and licked the length of her slit, going a little e father and running over her anus. She jerked a little, in what seemed to be a good way as she pressed harder against my face. Sensing she needed release, I moved my tongue away from her anus and drove it as deep into her actual hole as I could. She squealed a little and jerked. I knew she was close I turned my attention back to her clit. Flicking it with my tongue for all I was worth, I felt her lower half begin to tighten, especially her vagina which had the tip of my nose poking slightly into it. She was close. I sucked, licked and flicked at her clit as she pressed down on me and I felt her beginning to cum. It was amazing. As Julie began to quiver and let out a long "uhhhhhhh", and her pussy began to spasm, I felt her vagina clenching at the tip of nose. But as it started, I was aware of Kris lifting off my cock, grabbing it, and then impaling herself to the hilt on me! She was coming too! As I laid there, on my back, I awash in sensations. I had Julie writhing against my face, feeling every little spasm her pussy made with my mouth and nose, and at the same time, I felt Kris's tight, hot pussy doing its own milking to my cock as she sat with it in her. She didn't ride up and down, but rather seemed to rotate herself against the base of my cock, rubbing her clit. The two girls slowed, then finally stopped moving against me. Neither made any attempt to move for at least a minute. Kris sat, my cock deep inside her, and Julie just rested while I gently licked the very outer edges of her delicate little lips. But a minute was about all I could take. I began to gently move under them, softly thrusting into Kris and twisting my face against Julie. This seemed to wake them both from their trances, and they moved a little with me. Finally Julie raised herself from me and knelt next to my head. Kris slowly, oh so slowly began to rise off my cock, and I feel myself sliding out of her. With a slight pop, she was free and next to Julie. Kris began to kiss me, licking at Julie's wetness on my face. Somehow I ended up in a sitting position. Kris and Julie began to Kiss and fondle each other breast's. It was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen. Both had that slightly glassy-eyed look that women get from an intense orgasm, and both were super sensitive to touch. Kris began to urge Julie towards my cock but she seemed reluctant. "If you don't want me in you, its ok Julie." I said to her "No, I do. Badly. But I've only had sex with one other person, and he wasn't nearly as big as you are." Like I said, I don't think I'm that big. Bigger than average, but certainly not huge. And Besides, Kris, the 5'2" girl had just taken the whole thing without even thinking about it. "Julie, I help you." Kris said with a smile, almost tenderly. "I'll make sure it's nice and gentle." Kris then began to passionately kiss Julie, her arms wrapped around her, their breasts pressed together. Slowly they separated, and Kris turned Julie so her back was to us. Then she gently pushed her shoulders down until Julie was on her hands and knees. Kris put her hand on Julie's tender little pussy, which was red and glistening in the soft light thrown off by the lamp next to the bed. She began to run a finger between the slightly parted lips, again bringing a soft sigh from Julie. Kris was not ignoring me either. She reached over and grabbed a hold of my cock, and began stroking it. I'm not usually a fan of having someone else stroke me. I don't like the friction. But my cock was literally dripping wet from Kris's pussy. She knelt between Julie and I, running a finger gently between Julie's pussy lips and stroking my cock, covered with her own juices. Kris began to focus most of her attention to Julie, not letting go of my cock, my not going crazy with it either. She slowly stuck a finger into Julie, as far as she could go. It wasn't very far, since her hands were proportionate to her body, small. In fact, as she was stroking me, I noticed that just the tips of her middle finger and thumb touched around my cock. After a minute of this and Julie softly purring, Kris added another finger inside Julie's pussy. The smell of sex was starting to get very strong, and the sounds were joining in. Julie's pushes was making a soft squishing sound that pussy's make when well lubricated. I wasn't too sure about this. If Julie was scared or worried about the size of my cock, I didn't think doggie style would be the best way to start. That usually gives the deepest penetration, but I left it up to Kris. After about a minute of Kris using two fingers in Julie's pussy, she tugged on my cock, as best she could since it was so wet from its earlier treatment. But I knew what she wanted, so I shuffled on my knees right up behind Julie. "Are you ready, Jul?" Kris asked softly. "Mmmm, mmm" was the quiet reply. Kris let go of my cock and moved that hand to Julie's pussy too. With one hand she spread Julie's Lips as far as they would open and with the other began to rub her clit. "Be gentle, she's really tight." I nodded. I grasped my cock and brought the head to Julie's awaiting hole. I ran the tip up and down between her lips a couple times to let her know I was there, then aimed it toward to puffy pink opening. Slowly, I began to push. Julie felt the head being to stretch her, and pulled way, then stopped. I had stopped too. Then She began to push back against me, and my cock began to slide inside. Little by little I disappeared inside her. It was incredible. I had anal sex with a girl in high school, and this was almost as tight. I could ever inch of cock being squeezed, and could sense every little twitch that her vaginal muscles made. Finally I was completely buried inside her, and her I heard her let out her breath. We didn't move for a few seconds, letting her get used to me. Then I began to work in and out, a little bit. Just an inch. Julie began to actually pant as I pulled out more and more and drove into her deeper each time. After a minute I was thrusting the entire length in and out of her. She was incredibly tight, almost like a blood pressure cuff around my cock. Kris, not wanting to left out, moved to in front of Julie and began to rub herself in front her. I have no doubt that they had eaten each other, but Julie was too preoccupied to do it now. As I thrust into her, she began to be vocal, not screaming like a porno, but unable to be quiet at the same time. "Unh! Uh! Ohhhhhh! UuhnnnnnOhhhhhhhhh!" I felt her already tight pussy clamp down on me so hard that I could not move. She was cumming again. Her pussy convulsed around my cock, clamping and releasing, clamping and releasing. I tried to thrust but it was hard it was so tight. With a final "UUUUNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!", she collapsed onto her shoulder, her pussy released me, and I began to thrust, overly excited at this point. With her ass stick straight up I began to speed up, marveling at her pink little anus as drove my entire length into her. She was too gone at this point to move with me so I grabbed her hips to steady her pounded home. I tried to be gentle as well as forceful, not wanting to hurt her. I could feel myself building and looked at Kris. She could see I was going to, and got up from playing with her pussy in front of Julie and came back to me. She grabbed my balls and tickled that spot just under them. That was it. I felt the entire lower half of my body tighten, my balls contract up to shaft, and a primal urge take over. I thrust myself as deep into Julie as I could got, mashing myself against her ass, savoring her pussy clench against the almost violent thrust and then a lightheaded rush came over me, aware in an out-of-body way of cock spitting a torrent of cum. The first shot seemed to last forever, depositing itself deep inside the clenching pussy I was buried in. I shot 4 more huge loads, dimly thinking I had just shot enough cum into Julie to fill a good inch of a glass. Then it was over. My head collapsed forward, my chin resting on my chest. After a few seconds I began to come to. The first thing I felt was sweat dripping off my nose. Opening my eyes, I could see it landing softly on Julies behind. There was already a little puddle there, running down the cleft of her spine and her ass crack. I felt my balls. They ached, like I had been kicked there a few days ago and they were almost ready to stop hurting. They were moving, and I realized Kris was softly stroking them. Her head lay on Julie's cheek, looking up at me. I grinned in a goofy kind of way at her, and felt Julie stir. She turned around, her face flushed and breathing hard. "My god, I never felt anything like that. I've never felt so full. You made me feel like I had been missing something inside for a long time. And when you came, I could actually FEEL it spurting. I could feel each shot hit me, inside. It was amazing." I just smiled, tiredly. I was spent. Kris sat up, and I began to withdraw from Julie. Even at this point, Julie was so sensitive, that my softening cock made her emit a soft moan. I watched as my cock pulled out, and gaped when I was free, seeing her pussy gaping open. I took about 3 seconds for it to close. Had there been more light, I could have seen all the way down to cervix and the puddle of cum inside her. I sat back heavily, almost falling off the bed. Kris caught me, but leapt away a moment later. Julie was starting raise herself from her chest to her hands, and Kris forcefully put her hand on her back to keep her from rising. "Wait a second Jul." Kris moved behind Julie, and stuck her head between her legs. Lying on her back, with her legs in my lap, Kris reached up and grasped Julie's hips. "Okay Jul, sit up and lower yourself ver my face." I was in awe. Mesmerized I watched as Julie got to her hands, then straightened so that she has on just her knee's and squatted a little over Kris's face. Kris reached up and spread Julie's flapping pussy lips apart and opened her mouth. In amazement, I watched as a flood of white fluid came oozing out of Julie, almost like water, but thicker, and poured into Kris's mouth. Kris swallowed, and let her mouth fill again, this time to the point that some ran out the corners of her mouth, and swallowed again. But now the flood had subsided a little and my cum began to drip out of Julie, down into Kris's waiting mouth. Then the dripping had almost stopped; Kris raised her head and licked the opening, not wanting to waste any. I was beyond words. I had never seen anything like the two of them before. Watching Kris eat my cum out Julie was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. "Is that all?" Kris asked, looking up at Julie. "Try and push, see if anymore comes out." I watched Julie's lower belly contract and tighten and flex as se squeezed her vaginal muscles. At first nothing happened, then as she relaxed at soft noise escaped from her and a dribble of cum ran out. She repeated it again and then again until no more of cum ran from in her. I lay back, exhausted, unable to move. After the orgasm I had just had in that tiny pussy, and then seeing the two of tem share my cum like that, I felt I could easily pass away a happy man. I slid my way up the bed and propped myself against the headboard. I looked at the scene before me, wondering if it was a dream, and not wanting to wake if it was. My cock was drooping a little to the left, taking its sweet time doing the post orgasm shrinking game, and glistened in the light from Julie's pussy juice. Julie, glistening from sweat was squatting over Kris's head, her hands running through Kris's hair. And Kris, Lying on her back, was gently, licking Julie's pussy. It lasted no more than a minute when Julie told Kris her legs would not support her anymore. Julie flopped onto her stomach and crawled over to me, laying her head just above cock, looking up at me. "Let me clean you off. After what you just did to me, it's the least I can do." And with that, she began to lick my cock, from base to head, eating up her own juices and my cum that were mixed all over it. I was again amazed, this time with myself, as I felt life in my cock again. When Julie put the head in her mouth and began to slide down the shaft I felt the old feeling again as I began to get hard. I hadn't been this resilient since I was 18, 6 years ago. When I was fully hard again, Julie took me out of her mouth and rolled onto her back in the middle of the bed. "I need to rest, and so do you." I couldn't disagree, even though I was hard, I was drained. Kris would have none of it though. She moved to the end of bed, got on all fours, and lowered herself so that her ass was sticking straight up, like Julie had been when I had fucked her. She took two fingers, and shoved them into her pussy, as deep as they would go. She rested the palm of her hand on her clit and began to rub, giving Julie and me a show. Apparently this wasn't enough, as she took her other hand stuck a finger in her mouth, wetting it completely. Removing it, she laid the hand on her outstretched bottom, keeping the moistened finger in the air. She then began to probe at her anus with the wet finger, slowly rubbing a circle around the puckered opening, then on it, then pushing the tip inside. Once again, I was mesmerized. Kris was rubbing her pussy with one hand and sticking a finger in her ass with the other. I think Julie must have felt guilty and called to Kris. Moving away from me a little, Julie laid on her back, and Kris mount her, in the classic 69 position. They went after each other hungrily. I didn't think that Julie would have been ready for anymore sex for a month. 5 minutes ago she had barely been able to sit up. But like Julie, I found new life and went over to the two of them. I began by rubbing Kris's back, then butt, and finally poking at her anus. I wetted a finger and began to poke it into her backdoor. Her head raised from Julie's pussy for just a second in pleasure, then went back to work. My cock was starting to feel like it wanted to get back in the game so while I thrust my finger in Kris's ass, I started to stroke myself. This went on for about 5 minutes, and it became apparent that Kris was getting close. I got an idea, and pulled my finger out of Kris's little behind. I made my way down the bed to Kris's head, which was lapping furiously at Julie's pussy and lifted it gently. Grasping my cock I fed it into Julie's pussy, slowly, getting it completely wet. Kris watched in amazement, her eye's closing now then as Julie worked her pussy over. Julie moaned, and Kris and I could tell it wasn't completely in pleasure. She had to be sore! I pulled out, and by surprise, Kris sank her mouth down the entire length of my shaft in one movement. I pulled her up and shook my head. Again I put my cock into Julie, who was sopping wet, but I knew she was sore, so I kept the thrusting to minimum, just getting it good and wet. I pulled out again, and this time Kris didn't move for it. I'm not sure she even knew I was there anymore. Her eyes were closed and she was resting her head on Julie's thigh. Soft little moans were emanating from her throat. I moved back to Julie's head and look down at her. Her tongue was a blur on Kris's clit, but her eye's were open and she looked at me and nodded. Julie took her tongue and dragged it up Kris's slit, collecting as much juice as she could, which was a lot, and ran over Kris's anus. She then stuck just the tip inside, getting a squeal from Kris. That finished, she went back to work on Kris's clit. I grabbed the base of cock and aimed at Kris's ass. I brought the head to her anus and started to push. Kris gasped and jerked, then moaned as the head of cock pushed into her rectum. I rocked back and forth easing inside her tight little ass, and Julie licked her clit furiously. When I felt Kris's cheeks connect with my stomach, she moaned, "unNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Her body began to shake a twitch and she actually writhed on top of Julie. Like Julie, she didn't scream but made unintelligible noises as she came. The subsided and I thrust a few more times and she came again, not quite as hard, but enough that I felt her contract around my cock. She came a total of 4 times, with Julie licking her clit, and me deep in her ass. She began to moan for us to finish her, she couldn't take anymore. I was close, but was pushed over the edge when Julie, sensing her friends need to be done, started licking my balls. I came, quite a lot, but not like I had in Julie's pussy. I pumped and pumped, and Kris looked back at me, a gleam in her eye. She met my thrusts, actually humping back with her ass. The girl I had played butt pirate with before had tried and liked it, but couldn't bring herself to actually fuck back. Kris met me thrust for thrust, and seemed to actually flex her sphincter muscles to help me along. Finished I pulled out. Her ass closed right away, not like Julie's pussy. Julie started licking her pussy again and Kris cried out that she was going to cum again. And she did. With Julie flicking her clit, Kris moaned and began shivering. Her internal muscles contracted, and my cum was forced out of her ass. It didn't spray, but flowed, like out of Julie, and ran down her crack into her Pussy. Julie, Seeing this, began to lick it off her friend's pussy as each contraction that Kris had forced more out. It was stunning, to see my cum running out of Kris's ass, down her pussy, into her friends mouth. When Kris's spasms had subsided she rolled off of Julie and laid there, an arm flung over her eyes, panting. We stayed on the bed for a few minutes, catching our breath. A soft light was peeking under the curtains, and looking at the clock showed it was 6:15. I gently kissed each of them, then managed to get them standing. I put an arm around each and led them to the bathroom, where I turned on the shower, and got in. We all helped clean each other. They washed my hair and back, and I washed each of them as the other sat on the side of tub. I didn't think too much and just enjoyed their company. After we had toweled off, I started to get dressed, and the grabbed me, pulled me onto the bed. Naked, we got under the covers, and I lay on my back, with one of them on each of my shoulders. The End

Chapter 1 "It doesn't look like any of you folks in the outlying regions need to worry about getting up this morning. It's 6:45 and already 12" of snow have fallen, with no end in site. The national weather association has predicted that another 24" inches to fall by tonight and possibly more through midday tomorrow. All govt. agencies are closed as well as all schools through the surrounding 3 counties." I rolled over and slapped the off button on the alarm. What a great wake up call. Burrowing back under the covers, Angela stirred next to me. "Go back to sleep hon," I murmured at her, "snow day." We had moved up the mountains a few years ago after I had gotten sick of commodities trading, leaving New York and its chaos behind. Snow days were something we were getting used to. I pulled the covers up to my chin and curled up, as the room was still cold. I had the thermostat programmed to kick on the heat at 6:55, allowing me to hit the snooze button twice before I had to drag myself out bed. By then the heat would be blasting. I lay in that semi-conscious state when you wake up, my mind wandering, Angela's breathing next to me was rhythmic and steady, as I thought about all the things I had planned to due today in town and half planned out a new course of action. Suddenly the furnace kicked on and a great whoosh filled the room as hot air began blowing in through the vents. I became aware of the erect status of my cock and full bladder, and wondered if I should go hit the can. After a few minutes of contemplation, I decided that nature didn't want to wait any longer, so I slowly slid my legs out the side of the bed and sat up. By now the room was warming, so I padded my way into the bathroom and tried to aim my fully hard member at the toilet to relive myself. I would imagine that the site of a man taking a morning piss is quite humorous, the contortions you have to go through to hit the bowl, thus avoiding arguments about our cleanliness from the fairer sex. Finished, I looked in the mirror, debating whether to wake up, or head back to bed, seeing as I was somewhat limited in what I would accomplish this day. Decision made by external forces I figured and headed back to bed. A gray light was filtering in through the windows, and I could just make out the lump under covers of Angela, her long auburn hair splayed out across the pillow. The room was warming, but I still was chilled so I dashed back to the warmth of bed. Once back under the covers, I lay on my back, arms on my chest and let my eyes flutter closed. Angela must have sensed me getting back into bed, because she gave a little moan and rolled over, slithering an arm up onto my chest. "Mmmmm" and twisted her head a little deeper into the pillow. Her palm on my chest was warm, almost hot, and was gently twitching, no, pulsing against my skin. I turned my head to look at her, and was about to reach to her when her eye's opened, and in that half asleep voice that is so sexy in women, announced her intention to use the facilities. " I have to pee." And dragged herself out her side of the bed. I heard the toilet flush and watched her cross the room again, half stumbling in her semi-conscious state. She sat on the bed, seemingly puzzled, and I grinned. I don't consider myself a morning person, but she was downright lost in the morning. " It's hot." she pronounced and sat there. Like I said, she wasn't real on the ball first thing in the morning. After a few seconds, I guess a few neurons connected and she pulled off my T- shirt that I had worn the day before. She preferred sleeping in my T-shirts, not to be sappy or anything, because they "smelled like me". I think it was also because they fit her like a large sweater. I'm a fairly well built man, not exceptional tall, but rather broad in the shoulders, and standing next to her diminutive frame, I looked huge. She was only 5' 3", and 103 pounds. But man, she had curves. Her breasts weren't huge, but proportionally correct for her frame, a healthy 34b, with small pink areola's and thick, long nipples that got rock hard. What I loved about her body was her waist, or lack of it. Her hips were not wide, but looked beautiful under her tiny waist, giving her that hourglass figure. After removing my shirt, she flopped back and lay on the covers, motionless for a moment. I knew what was coming next. "It's cold." Duh. Fumbling, she found the edge of the sheets and squirmed back under them. Once she had rustled herself back under cover, I was pretty awake. Again she rolled towards me and draped her arm across me, her flesh warm but with a little chill on it. She obviously had no plans of joining the living anytime soon, so figured I'd just lay back and relax since there wasn't much I could accomplish with the weather. Lying there, I let my mind wander about life and all the other nonsense that people think about when they find themselves with time on their hands and nothing to do. Being only 28, my mind of course began turning towards Angela, and us. She was 25, and we had met at a party 3 years ago. She was working as an intern at a TV station, fresh out of college and I had seen her across my friends' living room. She was beautiful, not in the All-American blond big tit beautiful, but a more exotic way. Her long auburn hair framed her face, and her eye's sparkled in the room's light, peering out from high cheekbones above a pert nose. Her lips were full and red, small but beautiful. I brought over a drink and introduced myself to this stunning beauty, and the rest was history. Love at first site is nonsense, but by our 3rd date, I knew she was the one. We spent every free minute together, mostly in the sack and finally moved here after I grew disenchanted with my job and she with hers. My portfolio had done exceptionally well, which allowed us to move into the mountains and her to pursue her new found love, woodworking. Again, my mind was wandering, and being only 28, it turned to sex. I thought back to our first time, how our bodies had just fit so well. Her pussy was wet and soft, and gripped my cock tight like a firm hand. She had actually winced when I first entered her, as I am fairly well endowed, 7.5" if you want to know. We had thrust at each other until we both came at the same time, but she had looked disappointed when I withdrew from her, and rolled the condom off. A few times after that, she started taking the condom off me when we were finished and taking it to the bathroom herself. It wasn't until we had been together for a few months that I learned she was one of those few women who actually liked the taste of cum, pouring the contents out the condom, over her tongue and down her throat. But it went beyond that; she loved to eat cum. Before too long, after I would eat her out, she would kiss me, and began sucking on my lips, coated with her own juices. She said she had never tasted herself before, and found that she liked it. She would tease me during foreplay, sliding her fingers inside her pussy and pumping them in and out until glistening with her juices, then bring it to me lips, only when I would open my mouth to suck her finger clean, she would yank it back and clean it herself. This newfound acceptance and pleasure of her own pussy taste led her to be able to further enjoy my own cum. Once she was on the pill, I found that 99% of the time, I was cumming in her mouth. Her favorite was after doggy-style, just as I was about to erupt deep inside her, she would leap away, un-impaling herself from me and turn around, suck my cock all the way into her mouth to the base until I would erupt in the back of her throat! As I lay there, my cock getting hard under the covers and her arm draped across me, I thought about my favorite sexual image of her. It was after a night out, and she was a little drunk. We ended fucking in the living room carpet, and I had emptied both nuts deep into her swollen pink pussy. After I rolled off of her, I sat back against a chair while she leaned back against the couch. We sat there smiling at each other, and began talking. I remember being mesmerized how large her pussy lips looked, red and enflamed. She sat with her knees up, feet flat on the floor, and her inner folds lay spread apart, looking like a little pink heart, glistening from the moisture she had produced. Mid sentence, she started giggling. When I asked what was so funny, "I can your cum sliding around inside me." All of a sudden she got a shocked look on her face and looked down her wet crotch. I stared as well and watched as my cum started slowly started to leak out from deep inside her pussy. She looked at me and giggled again. I chuckled and commented, "Looks like a quite a mess in there." She just grinned, then reached down with two fingers and scooped up the white goo draining from inside her down the cleft of her ass cheeks. When she had scooped up as much as had drained out, she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked the cum off. It was the most erotic, and loving, thing I had ever seen. Apparently is good, because she began contracting her muscles, forcing as much out as she could, scooping it onto her fingers and eating it as it came. That was when I realized that she really did love cum. After thinking about all this, my cock was at full attention, causing the covers to form a tent over my crotch. Angela must have noticed this while I was down memory lane, because she had inched next to me and laid her head upon my shoulder. I turned and kissed the top of her head, causing her to murmur and nestle closer. I could feel the warm flesh of her full round breast pressing against my side. Her nipple felt like the end of a pen being jammed against me. Her head was tucked in tight against the crook of my arm and body, softly turning and twisting as if to burrow further into me. I wrapped the end of my arm she was lying on around her and began stroking her naked back, admiring how smooth it felt against my palm. I could feel her shoulder blade moving as her hand stroked my chest, her fingertips gliding back and forth across me. Again I kissed the top of her head, inhaling the delicate aroma of her beautiful hair as it lay across my arm under her. She turned again, pressing her breast and its hard pointed nipple harder into my side while laying just the knee of her leg upon my thigh. My cock was starting to throb now, the weight of the covers upon it a constant reminder that "jr." was awake. I reached my free arm across my chest and on top of her, to hold her against me. I didn't know if she was awake and horny, or just cuddling up as she is inclined to do. In public, we limited our affection to holding hands and quick kisses, but at home, most of our time is spent next to one another. I was enjoying having her pressed against me, her soft warm skin along mine, that I didn't want to try and start anything, as if she wasn't in the mood, she would wake up and start getting dressed. Her nipple pressing against me was hard, rock hard, but it could have been just from the cold, having gotten undressed a few minutes ago. And her hand was slowly kneading my chest, in an almost feline way, but the jury was still out as to her intentions this snowy morning. Her head was still gently rocking upon my shoulder, but I guess she wasn't comfortable, as she twisted away from me for a moment, and with her hand that had been rubbing my chest, raised her breast and rolled back into me, laying her globe upon me. Her breast were large enough that it could actually lie across me as she snuggled in closer, now with her entire body pressed against me. She resumed pawing my chest gently, her breast lying atop me and my side pressed between them. Any doubts I had had about her intention were gone now, as she leaned into me. My free arm that had pulled her closer now stroked up and down her exposed side, following the valley of her tiny waist, up the hill of her hips to the bend of her leg, and back. I could just feel her rib cage under the smooth skin, and the gentle twitching of her muscles as she rubbed my chest. After a few passes up and down her side, my hand slowly worked inward, atop the side of her tit lying atop me. I flipped my hand over and stroked her breast with the back of fingers, which are far more sensitive than the palms of my hand. Her flesh was so soft, spreading beneath my touch as I applied gentle pressure. This made her let out a sigh as I rubbed the side of her tit, pressing it against my chest. She pressed harder into me and began undulating slightly against me with her whole body. Sensing she needed more, I turned my hand over again and began stroking her breast harder with my fingertips. This elicited another moan and another shiver as she twisted harder against me, pushing her breast hard against me. I gently nudged her elbow upwards, so that her hand came to rest on my opposite shoulder, out of the way. I traced the curve of her down, until I found her nipple, pointing long and hot from the mount of flesh upon me. I took it between my two of my fingers and squeezed slightly, causing her to gasp softly. With her nipple firmly between my fingers I pinched it gently in a pulsing fashion, fascinated at how hard and un-giving it was compared to the rest of her breast. I definitely had her attention now, for she was kissing my shoulder, her full lips leaving moist rings on my skin. She would kiss and pull away slightly, so that I felt her kiss cool in the air. I decided to shock her, and when she leaned in to kiss me again, I twisted the hard nipple in my finger, playfully not painfully. I was rewarded with a nip on the shoulder, her teeth pinching my skin. Changing my grip on her breast, I now cupped the entire thing, or as much as I could, in my hand with the nipple between my fingertips. I pinched it lightly and began to roll it between my fingers. I know she loves this, having her nipples played with, as she had showed me one time when I asked her how she masturbated. She had taken a nipple into each hand, between fore and index finger, pinched them a little, and rolled them too and fro, like you would twirl a drink umbrella. As I continued to roll her inflamed, thick projection between my fingers, she began gnawing on my shoulder. She opened her mouth wide and pressed her teeth into me, closing down gently. I figured she must be getting pretty hot, and was going to roll her over to get a little more involved, when she slid her knee, which had been resting on my thigh, up towards my cock. As her leg slid upward and further atop me, her pussy came in contact with the edge of my leg. I felt the few hairs she kept growing just north of the important parts tickle me. When we had gotten together, her bush had been full, like wall to wall carpeting. She said she'd shaved it down once in high school, but her boyfriend hadn't liked it, so she let it grow back. I talked her into trying shaving again after we'd been together for awhile, and it ended up with her perched on the bath counter and me gently swiping away the hair and shaving cream until her pussy was bald. I much prefer hardwoods to shag, but she didn't like it, so we compromised on a little area rug above the vitals. I was still rolling her nipple between my fingers, and her hairs were brushing my leg when she arched her back slightly and hot washcloth landed on my thigh. I lost concentration on her nipple for a moment, as I was awe struck by the wetness on my leg. Her pussy usually gets very wet, like when I finally part the delicate inner folds when I eat her, the juices are built up and run out of her cunt, down into the crack of her ass. But this was drenched. Her entire pussy was sopping, the inner folds couldn't keep back to lubricant she was producing and it had leaked out, wetting her entire crotch, which was now pressed against my thigh. Gathering my senses, I resumed my attention to her nipple, and pressed my leg up between her thighs, against the swamp her pussy had become. When I did, she chomped down on my shoulder, hard. This is what I imagine heaven to be. Angela's soft, round breast pressed with nipple at attention in my hand, her mouth nibbling on my shoulder and her drooling pussy against my leg. My cock was screaming now, so hard I was feeling my pulse within it. Angela was getting insistent, pushing her whole length against me. Groaning, she twisted next to me, breaking my grip on her nipple and rolled partially on top of me. Now straddling my leg, her sloppy pussy was resting squarely on top of my thigh and both breasts mashed against my chest. Her mouth moved from shoulder to me earlobe and began sucking. Her hand didn't remain idle either, as it crept down my torso and grabbed my cock in a vise like grip. With her lying on top of me, as she was, I couldn't get to her nipples, so I lay my hands on her back and groaned as she sucked on my ear. I could hear her breathing, rapid and shallow, and felt her cheek rubbing against my morning fuzz. Her clit was fully erect, and I could feel it squirming against my thigh. Like her nipples, when her button became aroused, it hardened and stuck out, pushing the hood back, and I knew that's what it must look like now. She gyrated her dripping pussy against my thigh, her clit poking into me as her fluids built up until she could easily slide along me. While she ground her gash against me, she suckled my ear, pulling it into her mouth and flicking it with her tongue, like I do to her clit. Over the sound of her breathing and sucking, I could hear a squishing as her copiously lubricated pussy slid back and forth. The grip she had on my cock tightened at its base, and I could feel it swelling, the head of my cock growing as the pressure built. Releasing, her hand pumped me, sliding up the shaft to the engorged head twisting her wrist so that she completely stimulated the head, then slam back down its length to the base. I didn't know if I could take much more, but she was ready to keep things moving as well. Pulling her lips off my ear, she looked down at me in the gray light of the room and stilled her hand pumping my cock. She looked into my eyes, and smiled. Releasing my cock, she dragged her leg up and onto my chest, her dripping snatch still pulsating against me where she had been grinding. Placing her hands on my shoulders she dragged herself up me until she was straddling my waist, keeping her cunt in contact the whole way, leaving a wet trail of juice up my leg onto my belly. Once straddling me, she started rubbing her pussy back and forth, up and down my stomach. I could hear it squishing as the friction made the various folds move, her clit a hot point digging into me. I reached behind her and grabbed each of her ass cheeks in a hand, kneading them and spreading them apart. This caused her to lean forward, pushing her enflamed clit harder into me, so that her breasts dangled inches from my face. I raised my head and sucked one of the long nipples into my mouth, gently biting it. This elicited a moan, and she thrust her bottom back against my cock. I moved my hands inward on her ass, and found the cleft of her cheeks wet, her pussy so aroused it had flowed into the crack of her ass. Still sucking on just the nipple, she bumped against my cock and slid it between her cheeks, which I had spread wide. Her breathing had gotten very rapid, almost panting. Angela resumed rubbing her clit on my waist, causing my cock to start sliding up and down in-between her ass cheeks. Her rubbing became more like thrusting, and the head of my cock, now wet from the pussy juice that flowed into her ass, started sliding the length of her ass. I pulled my hands, forcing her ass farther apart and she ground hard against me, my cock sliding up onto her back as she thrust, then sliding back down. A few thrusts, and I felt my cock snag. It was poking directly at her puckered little asshole. We had never had anal sex, for she was afraid of the pain, especially since I was big. She opened her eyes and looked down at me, with her nipple in my mouth and my cock pressing against her pink asshole. Still looking at me, her hips started rotating, as if she was trying to twist a nut down a bolt. But she applied no pressure. She simply was rotating her asshole against the head of cock. Slowly, she slid away, and I was slightly disappointed, I thought she might try to impale herself in the ass with my cock, but perhaps someday. Instead, she reached behind her, and grasped my cock, pulling it away from me so that it stood straight up. She straightened herself, and the cover that had been over us fell away so that only my legs were still covered. In the dim light, I could se her, almost as in black and white. Her leg muscles twitched as she rose, squatting over me on her knees. Placing her free hand solidly on my chest she leaned back until her pussy was centered over my cock. Her inner thighs glistened; I had never seen her get so wet before. Her hair fell across her face she looked down and lowered herself towards my waiting cock. Slowly, she descended until contact, where she stopped. Again, Angela started moving her cunt back and forth, easing the head of me just inside, sliding me between her spread lips, her clit pointing out from its hood. She rubbed back and forth several times, wetting the head and brushing it against her clit. As she ground against me, her juices built up on the engorged tip of my cock, until like a fresh poured soda, her wetness began running down the length of, my cock. I'd never seen her so wet. Hell I'd never seen, or heard, of someone so wet. Her pussy was actually drooling. Deciding she had lubed me enough, she carefully aimed my swollen head at the entrance to her, and slid down. Entering into Angela is a feeling almost beyond description. The heat is the first sense, like coming inside on a cold day, the heat of her body like a soothing drink. As she pushed herself ever downward, the pressure builds, like her tunnel is tapered, and my cock almost too large to fit. For all the times I've been inside her passage, it has never become a casual fit. Even despite the copious fluid within, every time I wonder if she can take it all. But take it all she does. Her eye's closed, one hand on my chest for balance, the other gripping the base of my cock, she lowered herself onto me, until the hand grasping me shaft was in the way, and she released me, forcing her to accept the final bit left outside her hungry cunt. Finally with all of me inside her tight hole, she remained motionless, breathing deeply; her eyes closed and head thrown back, auburn hair cascading down her back. Her breasts, thrust forward, heaved gently as she gasped. My cock felt on fire, so much heat surround every inch of it. Like sliding into a hot bath, only concentrated onto 7 and half inches of my body. Angela leaned forward on her knees; my cock buried to the hilt inside her hungry pussy, and opened her eyes. I expected to see her lost in her own world, but she stared into my eyes unflinching as a sheen broke on her brow. Holding my gaze, she began to move, not sliding me in and out of her, but rotating her hips on top of me. Gradually, her rotations became harder and more insistent, and I felt her clit, rock hard, dragging through my pubes as she ground it against me. It had become so erect it; I could feel the tip of it pressing into me. I felt no immediate urge to cum, for my cock was in a snug warm place, so I lay motionless for the moment, letting her lead. Staring into my eyes, her hips began to swinging wider and harder as she ground herself down upon me, rubbing her pulsing clit against my crotch. As her pace quickened, so did her breathing, and the sheen that had covered her brow turned to sweat. I lay still, mesmerized at the concentration on Angela's face. When she reached a quick steady pace, and soft moan escape her mouth, open to breath as she gyrated atop me, my cock poking the very back wall of her pussy. Her eye's closed, and her head fell forward as she rotated ceaselessly upon me. Her hair fell from her head to hang in front of her, and I reached up to pull it to the side, not wanting to miss the looks on her face. I became aware again of my cock, nestled deep inside her, and felt her muscles as they twitched and pulsed along my shaft. The feelings of her internal muscles, moving as if on their own, forced me to groan as she rode me. I can only think of a snake to describe the feeling of her pussy, clamping at the base of my cock and undulating upwards, along its shaft, until the ripple almost pinches the head of my cock, the contractions so hard, only to start again anew. By now she was at a frantic pace, lunging in a circular motion around the base of my shaft. I could remain still no longer, and began pushing up to her, not really thrusting for I was already all the way inside, but just trying to give encouragement. Apparently that was all she needed, for as I began to lift my ass up, raising her with me, her head flew back, her mouth wide and she began to pant, "Ah! Ah! AHH! AHHHH!" Then silence for a moment as she froze. "AHHHHHHHHHHHH.....nnnnnnnnnnnghhhhhhhhhh!" And she quivered, pushing against me as I pushed into her, and my cock was squeezed along its entire length with such force, that I doubt I could have removed it had I wanted to, her contractions so strong. After the first second of her orgasm, she began to bounce slightly upon the hard probe inside her and my cock was rewarded with being clamped totally, yet differently as it shifted with-in her. She continued to moan, and her head twisted on her delicate shoulders. The contractions continued for what seemed an eternity, but was probably 15 seconds, by far the longest I have ever seen her cum. Her whole body began to shake, involuntarily as she writhed atop of me, unable to keep any part of herself from moving, until like a receding surf, the contractions slowed, and she began to shiver rather than twitch, finally coming to a rest. She sat like for a full minute; her head drooped upon her chest, fully impaled by my cock, her hands upon my pecs, as if bracing a falling statue. The statue did fall, her hands slid up me, across my shoulders, onto the bed as she lay herself across me, her body slightly damp from perspiration, and her head nestled under my chin. Unfortunately, her lying down caused her pussy to release the bottom half of my cock, awaking both it and me as it slid out from with her a soft squish. I needed release, but after what I had just witnessed, I couldn't bear to disturb her. She must have been passed out so hard was her orgasm. But she was not done. Still lying on top of me, her breasts bulging between us, she began to move. Ever so gently, almost imperceptibly, she began raising her hips, sliding more of me out of her damp hole, and then dropping again. I couldn't take such slow progress and began thrusting up towards her as she lowered herself. Her wet gash made the sounds that only a wet pussy can as my cock began sliding in and out of her, gradually gaining speed. Sensing my need, somehow she resurrected herself and sat up again, fully inserting me back inside her to the base. I thought I must have upset her, but was gleefully rewarded when she leaned to one side, bringing her leg up so that her foot was now on the bed instead of her knee, then repeated the action with her other side, until she squatted on both feet, my cock crammed inside her. Angela's hair clung to her damp skin as she began sliding up and down on my shaft, her hands on my belly for balance. I had never seen her squat on my cock like this before, and watched in fascination as I could see how her pussy wrapped tightly around my cock, dilating with the changing dimension of my shaft, maintaining an airtight seal around it. Our bodies audibly sucked at each other, squishing and slurping as her drenched cunt rose and descended upon me. Noticing my intent stare, Angela dropped her head to watch herself squatting up and down upon my shaft. Apparently she liked what she saw, her thrusts gaining in volume and power, until she was lunging herself down, ramming my cock deep inside and whipping back up again to withdraw it. This was the best view I've had of our connection, I could see the way her pussy molded itself to my cock, and the way it stretched to accommodate it. I love to be behind her for that reason, seeing the delicate inner folds spread wide with my thick shaft gliding between them, her puckered pink asshole winking at me as I thrust. But now I could see the front as well, the way her hole stretched all the way to her clit, so that it rode along the shaft of my cock as she moved. I never realized how completely I filled her until now, with no space left between the entrance of her tunnel and her clit. I began feeling the familiar building in my balls, a tingle in my entire crotch, and knew that I wouldn't last much longer. I grasped one of her wrists, and placed my other hand on her waist pushing her down. Instinctively, she began riding with even more enthusiasm, rotating her waist back and forth a little as she rode up and down. A few strokes like that and I was done. My orgasm was more intense than my first; it went beyond my legs quivering as my cock spit its cream. My whole body convulsed, my back arching and my eyes pinching shut as I grimaced, moaning a continuous howl like a beast, my hand upon her waist forced her down, impaling her on my cock with such force I might've hurt her had she not already had me deep inside her for so long already. My legs spasmed behind her, and I could feel a flow of cum erupting from me like pee, constant and heavy, not spurting. Dimly in my spastic state I heard her murmuring "Oh My GOD!" over and over as the torrent of jism spewed from me. As the first jolts of my orgasm began to diminish, and I could open my eyes again I saw stars, little points of light racing through my vision. Finally my cock stopped spitting, and after shocks rippled through my body, pumping normal, but seemingly puny jets of cum deep into Angela. After twenty seconds, and I'm not making that time up, my body seemed to have returned to normal, my cock had stopped its erupting, and I no longer was convulsing beneath her. My head, which had come up from the pillow, collapsed back and I felt sweat running down my forehead as I gasped for breath. Without removing me from inside her, Angela repositioned herself again onto her knees, straddling me with my still erect, but lifeless cock inside. My arms folded to the bed, I couldn't move, my entire body spent from the orgasm that had just pounded through me. I became aware of Angela sliding her palms up and down my torso, and opened my eyes, crookedly grinning at her. A soft smile graced her face and the gray light cast a glow upon her, a beauty that could never be captured in pictures. She sat atop me for a minute, running her hands across my chest until I could speak again. "Wow." was all I could manage. "Yeah. That was intense. Are you okay?" with a playful grin. "I think so. Are you?" "I've never cum like that before, and I don't think you have too often either, otherwise you'd be drained and dead. I couldn't believe how strong my contractions were; I could feel every bulge of your cock, almost as if I could feel your heart as well. And when you came, it was so hard, I felt your cum hitting me, you know, inside. I could actually feel you're cum splashing off the top of my pussy, like you had stuck a garden hose in me and were spraying me inside. It wasn't like a few shots, it was a long constant stream." I had nothing to say. I was too spent and exhausted to reply. I reached up one arm, all I could manage, and wrapped it around her neck, drawing her to me. When she was close, I kissed her, her lips fuller than I had felt, hot like her pussy was. We kissed, until my arm gave out and slid off her, back to the bed. Sitting up again, "Don't move. I can tell you're done in. Let me clean us up, and we'll go back to sleep." I was too tired to argue. On the rare occasion I when I did cum inside her or on her, I tried to make sure that I cleaned her up, getting a warm wash cloth and wiping my goo from her skin and gently cleansing each part of her delicate pussy. But I was too wasted to move, let alone get up. So I lay back, and let her take care of it. Slowly, she started pulling herself off my cock. As I slid from her, my cock made a soft sucking noise, her pussy still sloppy wet. Pausing at the head, she lowered herself back down onto me, but I knew that "Jr." was out cold. She didn't care. Once she had me fully inside again, she looked directly in my eyes, and squeezed, not with her hand, but with her pussy, clamping down on my cock like a mini-hug. Still clamped around my member, she raised herself up again, releasing her grip at the head, and slid back down. Again, she flexed her feminine muscles and dragged her tightened pussy up my cock, releasing at the head, and going back down. After the 3rd time, I raised an eyebrow at her, and she smiled. "I don't want to miss any." I had no idea what she was doing, but even though I was going soft, it still felt extraordinary, so who was I to complain. I closed my eyes, but was greeted with her saying, "Don't close them, I want you to watch." So I opened my eyes and watched her. Satisfied that she had milked every last drop of cum from my cock, she planted her hands upon my shoulders, and looked down at her pussy, my gaze following hers. With a muted plop, my cock fell free of its embrace with her pussy and fell semi hard to the side. In a fluid motion, Angela brought her waist forward, over my belly and pushed off my shoulders, now kneeling straight up from me. Her pussy was bright red, the inner lips hanging far out from her body and wide apart. It looked like it had been well fucked, as I guess it had. "Here it comes." And I watched transfixed as a little stream of white dribbled to outer edge of her opening, pooling slightly, until gravity pulled it downward, along the inside of her inner fold, finally dripping off onto my stomach. "Wait a second." So I waited. And I was rewarded. A second after a few drops of my cum had spilled its way out of her depths, a flood emerged. A literal river rushed forth from her pussy, a long thick stream of white cum poured out of her swollen pussy, cascading down the thin flaps that hung below her body. She looked at me, and I met her gaze, and she smiled and giggled. I turned back to her pussy and still the cum flowed. Suddenly, Angela stuck two of her fingers into the stream, catching some of my cum onto them, but they were no match for the flood pouring out. She pulled the fingers out of the flow, and I watched her bring them up to her mouth, the milky white fluid running down the length of her fingers as she did, until they were covered from knuckle to tip in white jism. Sticking her tongue out, she licked first the inside, then the outside of her fingers, finally popping both of them into her mouth, to the knuckle and sucked them clean. I could do nothing but watch in fascination has she ate my cum, pouring out of her pussy. By the time she was done sucking her fingers clean, the flow had ceased from her pussy, a last few drops falling into the puddle that lay on chest. Angela looked down, and gave her hips a few twists, causing the reaming droplets hanging on the edges of her lips to fall. Satisfied, she raised her leg and twisted off the top of me, kneeling, with her legs slightly apart, next to my prone body. With one hand, she collected her hail into a ponytail behind her head, and leaned forward to my stomach. Her tongue extended out of her mouth, long and thin, pointed at the end, and began to lick my stomach, just above the puddle of cum that had oozed out of her. It tickled, but I was too tired to even say anything. Her tongue began getting lower and lower on me, until it passed right through the edge of cum, and as she pulled it up and away from me, two thin strands connected her tongue to me momentarily. Pulling her cum covered tongue into her mouth, she turned to me, hair in hand, and exaggerated a swallow, opening her mouth to show it was clean again. Deciding I wanted to enjoy this little show she wanted to put on, I dragged my arms up and crossed them behind my head. I watched as she lapped up every last drop of cum, swallowing each and every mouthful, and licking my entire belly at the end to make sure she hadn't missed any. It took her quite awhile to finish, neither of us having seen so much cum, ever. But she wasn't done. Satisfied that she gotten all the cum off my stomach, she moved her head down and started lick my cock, lying semi-erect on my leg. Finally, she picked the head of me up with her tongue and slid the entire thing into her mouth, and down her throat. Like her pussy after I came, she sucked hard when she reached the base and dragged her mouth up the length, pausing at the head and then sucking it all back in again. It felt wonderful, but I was not going to get hard again. I didn't know if I ever would at this point. When she was sure I had no more cum left in my cock, and she had thoroughly cleaned her juices and my cum off the outside of it, she released me, and let my member fall back onto my leg. "Almost done." She said with a mischievous grin. Letting go of her hair, she turned herself on the bed so that her pussy was facing straight at me, and draped a leg over the top of me. Her pussy still glistened slightly in the light, and when she spread her legs, her gates spread apart, as if in memory of having my cock inside. Leaning back on one elbow, Angela used her free hand to make a scoop with two fingers again, and began dragging them through the folds, collecting the remaining cum that dribbled out while she cleaned the puddle and my cock, and her juices. Again, she brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking them in and pumping them in and out, all the while staring me in the eye. I smiled, knowing that she liked the attention. After several passes of her fingers through her sloppy pussy flaps, she plunged them deep into her hole, wiggling them around and dragging them out along the wall, cleaning any cum that might be sticking to the inside out. These deposits as well went to her mouth and finally down her throat, until she was satisfied that she'd gotten it all. With a gentle pat on her pussy, she pulled her leg off top of me and turned around. Snuggling up next to me, she lay her head on my shoulder, and I took my arm from behind my head and wrapped it around her. She purred, and draped a leg atop of mine, pressing her still damp cunt against my leg. This was my favorite part, her breathing becoming regular as she drifted off to sleep. I began to fade as well, nothing on my mind, just a warm glow and sense of exhaustion. Just before I drifted off, I remembered something I forgot. "I Love You."

<HTML> <HEAD> <TITLE>the_breaking_of_dawn/TITLE> </HEAD> <BODY BGCOLOR="#04011A" TEXT="#FFFFFF" LINK="#D1D1FB" VLINK="#FBCFF" ALINK="#F0051" > <BR> This story was wriiten for me by a fan! <CENTER><H1>The Breaking of Dawn</H1> <BR> <H2><I>by:Cougar</I></H2> </CENTER> <B>Summer is always a fun time. Women dress sexier, with shorts, short skirts and dresses. No jackets, usually, which means I can spot the women who have small breasts. Yeah, I'm funny that way. Big breasts turn me off and small ones turn me on. Live with it, I've had to.<BR> <BR> Well, there was this one chick, Dawn. She may not be a poster girl, but she does have small breasts and she lives near my building, so I get to see her often. She didn't seem to see me keeping tabs on her, either. I'd followed her to her place and even knew which apartment she lived in. <BR> <BR><IMG ALIGN=Left SRC="shocking08.jpg" WIDTH="186" HEIGHT="233"> I'd watched her cute baby-face and small tits all summer long, imagining what she would feel like in my arms. So why didn't I ask for a date? Well, guys that look like me aren't exactly the movie-star looking dudes who have an easy time with that. When you reach 6'6" at age 15 you sort of feel odd as an adolescent. Being overweight and having nicknames in High School like "Bull" and "Big Foot" don't help any. So I'm shy, got it?<BR> <BR> In my little scouting expeditions of Dawn's place I discovered that she left her windows up when she went to work. That's just about a necessity unless you want to come home to an oven or have heavy-duty air conditioning. Nothing but a screen separated her apartment from the fire escape.<BR> <BR> So, I think...why not? I want her and she doesn't have a guy or a girl. Yeah, she might even get into it, especially once she's had my big cock in her.<BR> <BR> So one afternoon I get on some coveralls and a tool belt to make me look like your average building maintenance or repair guy. I pull on a ball cap to hide my features a bit with my long hair up under the cap.<BR> <BR> I get to her building and go up the fire escape, pull out a screwdriver and have the screen popped in from her window in seconds flat. The opposite building had no windows looking over this side and no one was screaming from any of the other apartments about my entering this way.<BR> <BR> Once inside I put the screen back real neatly. I take a look around. Your average single woman's apartment with cute knick-knacks, a plant that might could use some better care, copies of women's magazines on the coffee table.<BR> <BR> I head for the bedroom. Naughty-naughty. Dawn doesn't make up her bed before going to work. A small double with rumpled sheets and pillows piled for just one head. Her closet doors are closed so I take a look in there.<BR> <BR> Just your standard array of women's clothes on hangers and shoes on the floor. I push some of the clothes and shoes to the side to make room for someone of my bulk in the closet then check her dresser.<BR> <BR> I locate her lingerie in the top drawer. Nylons and bras and panties and a slip or two. Nothing risqu&Egrave;. I grab a couple of the nylons for my own use later on and stuff them into the tool belt.<BR> <BR> I check my watch and see that she is due in a few minutes. I take a look around, make sure I've not done anything to leave a warning and then hide in the closet.<BR> <BR> I don't have long to wait. Dawn is pretty predictable. I hear her come in, putting stuff away in the kitchenette. Then I hear her steps entering the bedroom.<BR> <BR> I make my move, catching her completely by surprise as I open the closet door and leap at her.<BR> <BR> Now, imagine you are in your home and suddenly something the relative size of your refrigerator comes at you from out of your very own closet. You freeze or you run. Dawn froze.<BR> <BR> I was on her before she could recover and get to the run stage. I aimed a single, hard slap at her face. It knocked her over and she tumbled onto the unmade bed. I dived down on top of her.<BR> <BR> She fell face up, so I came down on top of her, knocking some of the wind from her.<BR> <BR> "What are you doing! Who are you!" she said, when she could get her breath.<BR> <BR> By this time I had her wrists in front of her and one of her nylons wrapped around them. I didn't say anything right away, looking to finish the knot to hold her wrists together.<BR> <BR> "Let me go!"<BR> <BR> "Oh, I might, if you are any good. Otherwise, teacher will have to keep his little girl after class for tutoring!" I chuckled.<BR> <BR> "I'll scream!"<BR> <BR> I put my huge hand to her little, baby doll chin, holding it to make her look into my eyes.<BR> <BR> "You probably will scream, from pleasure, slut." Hey, this town isn't known for helping people in trouble. If she got too loud I could always slap her some more.<BR> <BR> "Please, don't do this to me." She said, starting to look scared.<BR> <BR> "Little darlin', I got a big load of come built up in my balls and I'm gonna let you have it in any way I want to. Now, you be a good girl and I'll make sure you enjoy it, too." I said to her.<BR> <BR> She had to try and fight. Well, there isn't a lot she could do that I couldn't counter. She tried to get off the bed, but I grabbed her shoulders and slammed her body back down. She tried to twist away, so I grabbed her blouse by the front and ripped the buttons clean off of it.<BR> <BR> The fight was actually making me hotter, as was the size of her small breasts under her bra. I decided I wanted to see them, NOW.<BR> <BR> I grabbed her bra and pulled. Elastic is tough, but I have the strength to do nearly anything I want, so the material started giving way, spilling her breasts out for my view.<BR> <BR> "Yeah, baby, tiny tits, just like I love!"<BR> <BR> "Please, mister, don't hurt me....." she was beginning to get worried. That was a good sign.<BR> <BR> "I'll do whatever I please. All you have to do, little Dawn, is make not hurting you my pleasure." I said, rubbing my huge hands over her breasts and nipples. They were beginning to get hard, which could have been fear or it could have been...pleasure.<BR> <BR> "Don't, please!"<BR> <BR> I took her nipples in my fingers and put a little pressure on them. Not enough to hurt a lot, but enough to let her know I could make them hurt a lot.<BR> <BR> "That's not what I want to hear, Dawn. I want to hear you beg me to suck on them."<BR> <BR> "No, OH!" She had started to tell me no, but that isn't what I want to hear. I applied pressure to both nipples, still not more than a hint of what I could be doing, but enough to get her attention.<BR> <BR> "Say 'please suck my little titties, sir'" I prompted.<BR> <BR> "Please suck on my little tittles,...sir!" She said, getting it right this time.<BR> <BR> Reluctantly, I let her nipples go so my mouth could have some fun, now that it had been invited. I pulled her bound wrists over her head and placed my bearded mouth over her left nipple, sucking and licking like a starving man on ice cream.<BR> <BR> I sucked that nipple until it was totally hard, then bent to her right nipple, teasing it with the edges of my teeth. She wasn't silent during this, making small noises of protest that actually were making my cock harder inside the coveralls.<BR> <BR> I rubbed the bulge of my cock against her hips, letting her get a feel for the size of it. She began to cry a little, knowing for sure what was coming.<BR> <BR> As much as I love small breasts for looking and for feeling and for sucking, they just aren't pussy, so my cock was calling for some attention. I hadn't worn underwear so it was fully extended down the left leg of the coveralls and demanding some freedom of exploration action.<BR> <BR> I took the other nylon from the belt and tied her already bound wrists to the headboard of her own bed. I stood beside the bed and took off the tool belt and unzipped the coveralls.<BR> <BR><IMG ALIGN=Left SRC="bigd1.gif" WIDTH="146" HEIGHT="169"> She could see all of fat, hairy me, right down to a nine-inch long, thick cock. I gave my old friend a stroke or two as I looked at her getting a look at me. A drop of pre-cum leaked from the head of my cock and I wiped it off with a finger tip and brought it to her lips.<BR> <BR> Dawn turned her head away. I grabbed her chin again with the other hand and pulled it back to make her look at me, then I rubbed the pre-cum coated fingertip over her lips.<BR> <BR> "A whole lot more where that came from, little slut."<BR> <BR> "I am not a slut!" she said, the words like she were spitting on me.<BR> <BR> "You will be if you don't want to be hurt." I said, taking a pair of paramedic shears from the tool belt. I used those to cut her skirt from hem to waist. Another fun thing about summer is fewer women wear pantyhose, as Dawn had on only a pair of white panties under the skirt.<BR> <BR> "Spread your legs." I ordered. Whether she was thinking about still fighting or just slow, I don't know, but she didn't follow through right away.<BR> <BR> I grabbed her knees and yanked her legs wide, kneeling on the bed between them. I then put two fingers right on her pussy through the panties.<BR> <BR> "No!" She cried.<BR> <BR> "Yes...Yes....Yes!" I replied.<BR> <BR> I started rubbing her pussy through the panties, pushing firmly on the lips, moving up to caress where her clit would be hidden in their folds. I brought the shears back into play and cut the panties on each side of the crotch, then pulled the useless bit of material away.<BR> <BR> Dawn's pussy was now bare to my cock and me. It was almost as cute as her small tits.<BR> <BR> I grabbed her ankles and bent her legs back towards her chest, then crept forward till my cock lay on top of her exposed pussy lips.<BR> <BR> Oh, the feeling of her warm flesh against the underside of my hard cock was so good! I thrust my hips forward, rubbing the length of my shaft over her pussy lips, letting her feel what would soon be sliding deep into her. <BR> <BR> "Please..." she started to say something.<BR> <BR> "You had better be begging me to fuck you hard, slut." I interrupted her, reminding her who was in control.<BR> <BR> "P-please...fuck me...hard, oh, god!" Tears were falling from her eyes.<BR> <BR> I pulled back so that my cock nestled at the entrance to her pussy.<BR> <BR> "You want it, slut, beg me for it again."<BR> <BR> "Please fuck me hard!"<BR> <BR> I gave her what she asked for. God, she was tight and not very wet, yet. I felt my cock being pressed between my body and hers, but it couldn't go into mine so it slowly pushed into her. The friction of her pussy as the big head of my cock spread and shouldered its way into her hurt me a little, but it hurt her even more.<BR> <BR> She was crying, both from the shame and the pain of my raping her little cunt. I wasn't even half way in, though, so I shoved again, harder.<BR> <BR> The deeper I drove the wetter she was, so I kept going into her. The warmth of her cunt was all around my cock, making it throb, wanting more. Her muscles tightened around it, too, grasping at this invader into her intimate treasure.<BR> <BR> "That's good, little slut. Your pussy feels so good, Dawn!"<BR> <BR> "Oh, god it hurts!" she sobbed.<BR> <BR> "Yes it hurts, Dawn. It's the pain a little slut pussy needs, doesn't it? You want this pain in your pussy!"<BR> <BR> "No!"<BR> <BR> "Beg me to fuck you harder, slut, beg me to fill your pussy with hot come!"<BR> <BR> I guess she hoped that complying would mean me letting her go sooner. Or maybe she just wanted to say it.<BR> <BR> "Please, fuck me harder! Hurt me, fill me with hot come!"<BR> <BR> Whatever her motivation, her words combined with the feel of her hot cunt muscles milking me were driving my cock crazy.<BR> <BR> "I'm going to come inside you, slut, take it, take it all!" I drove deep, feeling the come boiling up through my cock and shooting inside her, making her feel more slippery inside.<BR> <BR> I groaned, then ground my hips against her, seeking to fill every inch of her with myself.<BR> <BR> I rested for a moment, allowing my own orgasm to subside. Then pumped her a little more with my cock as my first erection subsided.<BR> <BR> "That was a good start, slut. Now I'll make you feel good till I'm ready to take you again."<BR> <BR> With that said, I dipped my fingers into her sperm filled pussy and got a big glob of my own cock juice on my fingers. I rubbed this over her tiny breasts, again entranced by their small size. I paid special attention to rubbing the slick, thick come over her nipples, rolling them between my fingers.<BR> <BR> "You don't have to do this, please leave!" she started to beg.<BR> <BR> "No, I don't have to, little Dawn-slut, but I want to. I know that I have several more loads of come to fill your body with."<BR> <BR> "My boyfriend will be here in a few minutes!" She said, hoping I was ignorant of the facts.<BR> <BR> "You don't have a boyfriend. No one visits you at night and you don't go out much." I let her know that I knew her routine. I knew I had until the next morning before anyone would even know she wasn't going to be at work, not if I had my way.<BR> <BR> "I can change all that for you." I said.<BR> <BR> "What do you mean?" She said, fear in her voice.<BR> <BR> "I can make it so that you have a steady stream of hot and horny men here to take advantage of your oh, so cute body. Day and night!"<BR> <BR> "No!"<BR> <BR> I plunged two fingers into her tight pussy, deep. It was still over-flowing with my first load of thick come. I moved them in and out, slowly, letting the feeling sink into her, letting her body override her mind for a time.<BR> <BR> "Ah, little slut, but men love women who look like little girls. Didn't you know that? They especially love it when the little girl woman says 'No!' but is really getting off on it. Just like your own pussy got wet when I started fucking your tight pussy!" I said, letting my thumb start rubbing her clit in time to my finger-thrusts.<BR> <BR> "No! Please, stop this!"<BR> <BR> "I'll stop finger-fucking you when I feel like it. Like when I want to fuck your mouth or ass."<BR> <BR> She didn't want it to happen, but it started to, anyway. Her hips started to move with my thrusts. Her body was reacting. <BR> <BR> "Ever had a man in your asshole, slut?"<BR> <BR> "NO!" she said a horrified look on her face.<BR> <BR> "You will, tonight. How about a man shooting come in your throat? Ever tasted come?"<BR> <BR> "NO!"<BR> <BR> I pulled my sperm covered fingers from her dripping box and brought them to her mouth. She turned her head to the side. Not smart. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to face me.<BR> <BR> "Lick my fingers, or I can start making you feel an awful lot of pain, slut!"<BR> <BR> Her eyes held a look in the middle of fear, revulsion and something else. She put her tongue out and licked up a tiny taste of the come from my fingers. I watched her pull her tongue back in and waited for her to swallow.<BR> <BR> "More." I ordered, still holding her to face me.<BR> <BR> Again, she put out her tongue, this time she licked up a big glob of mixed sperm and pussy juice and brought it back into her mouth. This time, I saw some of the revulsion leave her eyes and the fear and the other look took over.<BR> <BR> "Open your mouth."<BR> <BR> She opened her mouth a little, and this time I pushed my fingers in.<BR> <BR> "Clean them."<BR> <BR> Her mouth started sucking and her tongue went to work. I thought to myself that her cupie-doll mouth would make a tight fit, but that tongue would make it worth it. I moved my fingers in and out slowly while she sucked, finger-fucking her mouth.<BR> <BR> The look of fear remained, making her baby-doll face all the cuter, while I realized that the other look that was warring with the fear was arousal. It increased while she was being mouth-fucked with my fingers.<BR> <BR> "You suck just fine, little slut. I'd love to see you suck and fuck several guys at once. You'd enjoy it, too, no matter what you say now. You love hard cock in that pussy, especially if it's forced in."<BR> <BR> The look of fear was coming back, but the arousal was winning out. I pulled my fingers from her mouth and pushed them back into her pussy. It was wetter than before! I slow-pumped her, my thumb once more rubbing her clit. She closed her eyes and let out something between a sob and a moan of pleasure.<BR> <BR> "There, now, you are beginning to feel it, ain't ya? Feeling how good it can be to be a slut."<BR> <BR> I untied the nylon holding her to the headboard and took my fingers from within her. I pulled her by her bound hands off of the bed, to stand beside it.<BR> <BR> "Kneel."<BR> <BR> She looked like she knew what to expect, kneeling there in front of my naked body. I took her by the hair at the back of her head and began to rub my cock over her lips. They opened without further orders and my cock went into her mouth.<BR> <BR> I was soft, but her mouth was changing all of that, rapidly. She sucked and licked that cock like she was born to do it. I pulled her head back, till just the tip of it was in her mouth. She looked up at me, questioningly. God, what a sight! Her cute face with my cock poised right there in her mouth! I had to get a picture of this!<BR> <BR> I picked up the phone at her bedside and dialed a number from memory, pushing her mouth down over my hardening cock.<BR> <BR> "Hello, let me speak to Jerry. Yeah, Jerry, it's Chris. I have something I need your help with. Yes, your talents in the dark room and also your camera. In it for you? Why, just a lot of the sort of images you love, plus the use of the one you will be taking pictures of."<BR> <BR> Dawn heard this and started to say something or cry out. I pushed her head down over my cock, enjoying the feel of her voice trying to get out around my cock. I grinned down at her, where she was looking up at me again.<BR> <BR> "Oh, she's a hot one, Jerry. She wants to do both of us at once! Okay, seven will be fine. Here's the address..." I gave him Dawn's address, then hung up. My cock was rock hard again.<BR> <BR> I pulled it from Dawn's mouth and then made her stand up again with my grip on her hair. This time I wanted to watch her ass as I fucked her from behind. I made her kneel on the bed and bend over.<BR> <BR> "Spread your legs, slut."<BR> <BR> "Who is that you told to come here?" She asked. I slapped her ass once, then pushed her thighs apart.<BR> <BR> "Just someone who will enjoy you," I said, pushing my hard cock back into her pussy, "who will enjoy you as much as I am!"<BR> <BR> She groaned as my cock again was thrust hard within her already come-filled wet cunt. Her ass was a bit larger than her tits and face would make you think, but that's okay by me. I put my thumb to her asshole and started rubbing it, pushing gently.<BR> <BR> "Oh, god, no, not in there!"<BR> <BR> "Yes, in there, and anywhere else I want to put my fingers or my cock, slut. And you'll do the same for Jerry, too!"<BR> <BR> "Let me go, please!"<BR> <BR> "That's not what a slut like you should beg for. Beg me to fuck you harder. Beg me to fuck your pussy, your ass, and your mouth. Beg me to let Jerry fuck you!"<BR> <BR> "Oh, god..."<BR> <BR> I thrust hard against her, my cock feeling her muscles working around it, feeling her rocking back to meet me. Yeah, right, this bitch didn't want me! She was a hot fuck who just liked to be taken by force. That's okay by me.<BR> <BR> "Say it!"<BR> <BR> "Fuck me."<BR> <BR> "Again, beg for it, slut!"<BR> <BR> "Fuck me!" She said, more loudly, with more conviction.<BR> <BR> "Fuck you gentle, with a half-limp dick or hard, slut? How do you need to be fucked?"<BR> <BR> "Fuck me hard! Oh, GOD!"<BR> <BR> I may not have a busy social life, but I've felt a slut come on my cock before. The muscles all tighten down, making it difficult to slide in and out and Dawn's pussy had a wrestler's grip on mine. I shoved all the harder, forcing my cock in as deep as I could get into her tight box. The little slut was coming from getting raped and I loved being the one raping her!<BR> <BR> "That's a good little rape-whore, coming hard on a cock shoved deep into your pussy!"<BR> <BR> Dawn was silently sobbing, both in release and in humiliation, knowing the truth of my words. I wasn't done, yet and it being my second erection in less than an hour, I knew I wasn't very close to coming yet.<BR> <BR> I grabbed her hips, pounding her ass with my hips, driving deep on every thrust, trying to make my cock hurt her and pleasure her in every thrust. Her pussy was extra wet now, and had gone back to milking my cock for her own pleasure.<BR> <BR> "Oh, god it hurts!" She cried out. <BR> <BR> "Yes, it hurts, slut. It hurts so good, doesn't it? You love being hurt-fucked, don't you? A great big, hard cock is ramming your tight, sweet pussy. Not taking no for an answer. Making you hurt as it tears into your cunt." I said, reaching around her hips, my fingers finding her clit. It was hard, already.<BR> <BR> "No, please! I..." She realized what I was going to do. I was going to make her come again.<BR> <BR> "It isn't your choice, slut. It is MINE. I can do anything I want with you, including making you come like the little hot whore you really are!"<BR> <BR> Her reply was a groan of pleasure. Her hips were now hammering back at me. She wanted to come, no matter what her mouth was saying. I was doing the cunt a favor by raping her, letting her know what real pleasure is.<BR> <BR> "You are going to be my cock-slave, aren't you? You are going to do whatever I tell you, fuck anyone I tell you to. You are going to take cock in every hole and come on them all. You are my slut-slave!"<BR> <BR> Dawn came again, her cunt clamping harder still on my cock, my fingers strumming her clit. I couldn't take holding back by this point.<BR> <BR> "I'm coming in you again, slut. Your rapist is filling your hot, wet, tight pussy with his dirty come! Take it, slut!"<BR> <BR> She screamed in her orgasm. A mix of shame, humiliation and total, absolute ecstasy. <BR> <BR> The come boiled down my shaft, filling her already come filled box as I rammed down into her a final time, grinding my hips against her ass. God, it was good to be fucking this one!<BR> <BR> We collapsed together on the bed, my cock still inside her tight pussy. I rolled to the side, letting my erection subside slowly inside of her. We were in the classic "spoon" position of lovers cuddling. I thought about treating Dawn that way, for a moment.<BR> <BR> I wasn't going to do that, though. Dawn had come twice from being raped, from being forced. I was on to a great thing here. Why fuck it up by trying to make love? If rape turned her on, rape is what I'd give her. I knew it turned me on, too.<BR> <BR> I got up from the bed and pulled her up, then took a knife from my tool belt and cut the nylons.<BR> <BR> "Please, just go now." Dawn said. The look in her eyes told me that she feared that I would follow through and also feared that I would stay. A true puzzle, my little Dawn, but I wasn't going to let that stop me.<BR> <BR> "No way, babe, I promised Jerry he'd have some of that fine pussy of yours. Now, let's just go on in the bathroom and get all nice and clean for him, shall we?"<BR> <BR> Dawn started to object, but I raised my hand, preparing to backhand her, which stopped that idea cold. She led the way into the bathroom where I helped her finish getting rid of the shreds of clothing. I turned the shower on hot, like I like it, and had her get in with me.<BR> <BR> She tried to modestly cover herself as I rubbed the lather from the soap on her body. Modesty after being raped? This slut was a real treat!<BR> <BR> I made her lean against the rear wall of the shower while I rub the lather over her body. I paid particular attention to those beautifully small breasts, then soaped up my fingers to thoroughly wash her tight, but now sore pussy. I could feel a wetness inside her that had nothing to do with the two loads of semen I'd put in her, nor with the shower. I got my hands extra soapy, rubbing two of my soap-lubricated fingers up and down over her clit while two others delved into the crack of her ass.<BR> <BR> "Oh!" Dawn groaned, getting into the sensation of my fingers rubbing her clit.<BR> <BR> "That's right, babe, you just get all nice and turned on by having your rapist wash your pussy!" I told her, while letting the other hand's soapy fingers caress her tight asshole.<BR> <BR> "No!" Dawn said, catching on to what my fingers were doing to her back there.<BR> <BR> "It's not your choice, little slut. I am in control. It's my right to do whatever I want with you. If I want a finger or two in your ass, your only choice is to enjoy it. You don't even get to hate it all the way." I emphasized this point by rubbing her clit more firmly with the soapy hand.<BR> <BR> I pushed a finger up into her anal passage. It was made her tight pussy look loose. I slid the tip of the finger inside, rotating it slowly, letting her get used to feeling it there.<BR> <BR> "No, please, take it out!"<BR> <BR> "Little Dawn-slut's ass is mine. Her pussy is mine. Her tits are mine. All of you is mine!" I said, thrusting the finger up one knuckle.<BR> <BR> Dawn let out a short squeal. I sped up the speed of my fingers on her clit.<BR> <BR> "I'll take it out when you come, slut. You beg me to fuck you with that finger and you come from it, then I'll take it out. Got it?" I offered to her. She could be in Purgatory or Hell, and I was giving her the choice of which.<BR> <BR> "Oh, god, please!"<BR> <BR> "Please, what, slut? Please fuck your ass with my finger so that you can come?"<BR> <BR> "Oh!..." Dawn's voice was changing pitch from someone squealing like a stuck Ned Beatty to a woman enjoying the pleasures of being forced. "Yes..."<BR> <BR> "Yes, what, Dawn-slut? Tell me!" I put the point to my words by forcing more of my finger up her tight ass.<BR> <BR> "F...fuck my ass so I can come...oh, god!" She said, meekly begging me to do what I wanted to do anyway. The last part was from her feeling my finger slide back out a little, then jam upward. The two fingers that had been rubbing her clit had also started fucking her tight pussy, letting my thumb rub her clit.<BR> <BR> Dawn actually pushed her ass back at me, taking my finger driving into her. She moaned, low, almost growling as she rose up on those wings of pleasure-pain from having her ass violated, of having to suffer the humiliation of being made to ask for something she'd never have asked a lover for.<BR> <BR> "Good girl, Dawn, good girl. Now ride those fingers, on up and up. You can come again, can't you? I know you can come for me. You just want me to force you to be the slut you really are."<BR> <BR> "Yes!" She cried through clenched teeth, biting back at the pain, near to screaming her pleasure.<BR> <BR> "Come for your rapist-master, slut! COME!"<BR> <BR> Dawn came, alright. Hard. Her knees buckled from the force of her orgasm. Luckily my arms were already around her, so I could take her weight in them.<BR> <BR> "Good little slut. Good girl. You did very good coming for me, little one." I crooned to her as she slowly recovered.<BR> <BR> I turned back to the water that had been constantly streaming down my back. I rinsed the soap from her body and then let her scrub her own face, removing the makeup she'd worn to work that day. I then took her out of the shower and toweled her down.<BR> <BR> Returning to the bedroom with my captive in tow I pulled on my coveralls again. I wanted her to dress special for Jerry, who would be arriving in less than half an hour.<BR> <BR> I had her start with her skirts. I made her pull out a number of skirts before I spotted one that I knew Jerry would get a kick out of. Then to blouses, which was somewhat easier. Then I had her pick out a set of bra and panties. Finally, I had her go through the socks she owned, and the shoes. When all were chosen, I gave her directions on how to dress in the items I had picked out.<BR> <BR> Jerry arrived right on time. His knock was answered by me, opening the door to reveal a fellow who looked like a heavier version of the guy who plays Skinner on the X-files. Jerry is a little shorter than me, but weighs nearly the same. His hair started leaving him in his twenties and now he had nothing at all on top, just a fringe around the sides. The wire-rimmed glasses added to his resemblance to the fictional FBI director.<BR> <BR> "So, where is the surprise, guy?" he asked, after I'd closed the door behind him. I waited for him to set down the two bags of equipment he'd brought before I called for Dawn.<BR> <BR> "Okay, little girl, come on out and meet Mr. Nasty!"<BR> <BR> "Mr. Nasty?" Jerry asked, grinning at me.<BR> <BR> Dawn came out of the bedroom hesitantly. In putting on the clothing I had picked out she'd gotten an inkling of what Jerry liked. It's what I liked, too, truth be told.<BR> <BR> Dawn wore a plaid skirt and white blouse. I'd had her fold the waist of the skirt way up before tucking the shirt in. What had been a modest, knee-length skirt now was up past Dawn's mid-thigh. The blouse was the standard, conservative white one, buttoned up modestly. Since she didn't have much on top, having it buttoned up actually emphasized her demure assets better than having it unbuttoned suggestively. On her feet were knee socks and tennis shoes. In her arms was a teddy bear I'd spotted on the top shelf of the closet in which I'd hid earlier.<BR> <BR> In short, Dawn was dressed to look like a little schoolgirl, as closely as her wardrobe allowed. Not just like one, but more like a pervert's wet dream of one.<BR> <BR> "Oh, man, I gotta get a picture of this!" Jerry said, ripping into one of his bags for his 35mm camera. In no time he had it out and was shooting Dawn from every angle, multiple frames.<BR> <BR> "Please, don't take pictures!" Dawn said, her eyes pleading with me.<BR> <BR> "We will do whatever we want, slut." I said, taking a seat to enjoy the show. I could see Dawn trembling, watching Jerry out of the corner of her eye, afraid to look into the camera, hoping it would just go away.<BR> <BR> "Put your thumb in your mouth, little Dawn." I suggested. Jerry was so absorbed in capturing her from every angle he wouldn't have cared if she didn't move for an hour or more. But I know Jerry's tastes, and my own. And I knew how humiliation turned Dawn on, against her will. I had been nice to her, now it was time to get nasty again.<BR> <BR> "No, please...don't make me..." Dawn pleaded, her thighs tightening together as she stood there, begging me not to make her take action towards her own humiliation. She may not like it, but her pussy would.<BR> <BR> "Now, I thought we'd covered this before. I'll explain it again. I can ask you nicely to do things, or I can get rough with you. Jerry won't mind, either way. In fact, he might even enjoy seeing me rip your uniform off and slap you silly." I said, glancing at Jerry. He shot me a big, shit-eating grin. Damn straight he'd like it.<BR> <BR> Tears welling up in her eyes, Dawn brought the thumb of her free hand up to her lips, opened them and put it inside. She then closed them, leaving a sight right out of a dirty-old man's wet dream looking at us. Fear, uncertainty and forced arousal on her face, her thumb in her mouth, the lips of which form a cute bow around the digit.<BR> <BR> "OH! MAN!" Jerry was going into a frenzied ecstasy of shooting images of Dawn with her thumb in her mouth. Shortly, his camera ran dry of film and he popped in a fresh roll, glancing at me to nod, signaling that I could have her change her pose.<BR> <BR> "Now, put down your teddy bear and raise the front of your skirt." I ordered our little rape-toy.<BR> <BR> "NO! I don't care what you do!" Dawn said, pulling her thumb from her mouth. She was closer to the front door than she'd been at any time in our previous mattress tango, and I saw her glance at it. She bolted for the door.<BR> <BR> I'd put the locks and chain on after letting Jerry in, expecting something like this. I had her by her black hair before she got even one of the two locks unbolted. I pulled her away from the door by her hair. I drew back one of my huge hands and slapped her full across the face. The camera's whirring told me Jerry was catching all of this for posterity.<BR> <BR> I got behind Dawn as she staggered from the slap. Jerry came around in front of her. We'd not worked together before, but he was filling his role in this dance as if we'd choreographed it.<BR> <BR> I gripped the front of her blouse in both hands, one on each side of the buttoned closure. I pulled, ripping her blouse open, popping off the buttons. I saw one bounce off Jerry's shiny, bald head but like a real trooper he didn't flinch.<BR> <BR> "Fan-fucking-tastic!" Jerry howled from behind his camera as my ripping revealed to his lens Dawn's small, bra-clad tits. Jerry would no more touch an underage girl than I would, but we both love women who look like girls. His cock would be as stiff as his lens in a little bit of watching me with Dawn.<BR> <BR> I pulled the shredded blouse down to pinion Dawn's arms behind her. I got in close behind her and pulled her head up, directing her face at the camera, hoping Jerry would catch the look of fear in her eyes.<BR> <BR> My other hand reached from the cups of the white bra which stood out against her caramel colored skin. I pulled the bra-cup down, exposing her dark nipple for the camera. I grasped the other cup and also pulled it down.<BR> <BR> "Please, no! No! No!" Dawn cried, her tears now dripping across those pert little buds on her chest. <BR> <BR> "You didn't behave like a good little girl, Dawnie, so now you get punished!" I said, letting go of her hair to lower my other hand to the hem of her shortened skirt. My hand at her breasts were mauling her nipples freely, causing some pain, although I was not as forceful as I could become.<BR> <BR> I lifted her skirt's hem, exposing the front of her white panties, provoking another "Oh, MAN!" from Jerry. It wasn't until I grabbed the crotch of those panties that I knew why.<BR> <BR> Dawn's panties were wet! Right there, I could feel her juices had flooded her white panties. I now knew why she had balked over raising the skirt herself. I was sure that Jerry had caught the contrast, showing the darkened material being wet against the plain white panties and her flesh.<BR> <BR> "Spread your legs, little slut-girl!" I barked in her ear. I tightened my grip on her nipple to give her a reason to follow through this time. I held the skirt's hem to her waist as she slowly complied.<BR> <BR> Jerry was getting quite a view, where he knelt on the floor, shooting the length of her spread legs, from her sneakers and white knee socks to her exposed, damp panties.<BR> <BR> "She is so fucking WET!" murmured Jerry, still shooting.<BR> <BR> "Yes, you are, little Dawnie-slut! You are getting off on being photographed by Jerry's camera, aren't you?"<BR> <BR> "NO!"<BR> <BR> "Then how do you explain how wet your little girl panties are, hmmm?"<BR> <BR> Dawn kept her head down and stayed silent to my question. I stroked her panties' wet spot for one more click of the camera, and during the short interval while Jerry put in another roll of film. When he aimed again, I had found her clit, hard again, and was rubbing it through her damp underwear.<BR> <BR> I lowered my hand, pushing the damp material between her labia, revealing a little of her dark pubic hair for Jerry's lens. In my arms, Dawn moaned at the feeling of my fingers pushing inside her.<BR> <BR> I reached for her shoulders and pulled her around, her back to where Jerry knelt. I pulled up her skirt in back , exposing the back of her panties to the camera before pulling these up, forcing a wedgie on Dawn's butt cheeks, letting the camera get nice views of her dark cheeks against the contrast of the white material. Then I pulled them down a little, revealing all of her ample backside.<BR> <BR> "DAMN!" Jerry said.<BR> <BR> "What?"<BR> <BR> "My cock is so hard I can't stand it!"<BR> <BR> I chuckled, then suggested he let it out of his pants. I smacked Dawn's ass cheeks with one hand and winked at him. I knew he wanted her asshole wrapped around his prick. I'd let him go first up there, before using my thicker cock in there. <BR> <BR> Jerry isn't built as wide as me, but his cock is nearly as long, and the erection he revealed to the room was already standing straight out from his body.<BR> <BR> I pulled Dawn's shredded blouse down to her wrists and twisted the material till I could form a crude knot. It wouldn't hold for very long, but it would keep Dawn's hands out of mischief for now.<BR> <BR> I spun her around to face Jerry and get a look at his stiff cock. Then I put one hand on her shoulders and the other in her hair. I pressed and pulled down, forcing her to kneel between Jerry and me. <BR> <BR> "She has a real nice cock-sucking mouth, too. Don't you, slut? Why don't you beg the nice man to put his cock in your pretty mouth?" I said, tightening my hold on her hair to keep her head up, facing Jerry, also causing some discomfort to drive home my request.<BR> <BR> "Please, no...AGH!" <BR> <BR> I cut Dawn off with a yank to her hair. I wanted her to beg like a slut and she'd better start doing it or get hurt.<BR> <BR> "Try again." My tone didn't allow for nonsense.<BR> <BR> "Please...let me suck your...cock." Dawn said, tears streaming down her face, all for the camera to catch.<BR> <BR> Jerry approached her with his cock level with her mouth, adjusting to shoot her face as he moved in for the close-up. His lens captured the magic moment her lips wrapped around his cock, her eyes looking up at him in fear and shame.<BR> <BR> And a pretty sight it was. His long, thin cock sliding into her mouth, with her lips wrapped around it.<BR> <BR> "Yeah, use that tongue!" Jerry gasped, lowering his camera for something other than changing film for the first time. She must have been damned good to him to do that.<BR> <BR> Jerry's hands went to her head as his hips bucked. I took the camera from him, moving back. I don't have his talent with one of them, but I shot the remained of the roll taking images of Dawn sucking his cock like a two-dollar hooker trying to make a million in one night.<BR> <BR> I re-loaded the camera just in time. Jerry was going to blow a wad in her face.<BR> <BR> "Oh, man! I'm losing it in her mouth! Take my come, slut! Here it comes, little girl!" Jerry cried, pulling her head off his cock with one hand and stroking his rod quick with the other. His cock started shooting white come all over Dawn's cute, dark complexion. It splattered on her forehead, nose, lips and chin. I shot close ups, showing her face to hold both shame and pleasure from having this man rape her mouth and shoot his come on her.<BR> <BR> "Now lick the come from his cock, slut." I ordered, still shooting with the camera as I felt my own cock coming back to life in the coveralls.<BR> <BR> She didn't need to be asked twice as she took his cock in her lips, sucking the last of his come from his cock. Jerry didn't let the come he shot on her face go to waste, either. He rubbed his cock over her face, gathering up what he'd shot, smearing over her face, and feeding the thick globs of semen to her again. I got some very nice shots of her tongue, out of her mouth, licking the cream from his spout.<BR> <BR> Jerry's erection faded a little, but came back strong, due to the visual of her kneeling at his feet, submissively swallowing every drop of come he'd shot.<BR> <BR> "I gotta have that ass!" he muttered.<BR> <BR> "No, please, not there!" Dawn said, her face flushing.<BR> <BR> I handed Jerry the camera so he could capture the action from his point of view as I took control of Dawn's head again. The coveralls had a zipper that would go up from the bottom, and I up-zipped to free my cock.<BR> <BR> "You are starting to get noisy, little Dawnie." I said, taking her hair and pushing my cock into her mouth. Her eyes tried to look behind her, where she heard Jerry kneeling and shooting his camera.<BR> <BR> "Spread those legs, unless you want no lube at all!" Jerry commanded, surprising even me with the tone. Didn't know he had it in him.<BR> <BR> Dawn spread her legs as far as the panties around he knees would allow. Jerry was shooting downward as his cock speared her pussy from behind, sinking in deep with a single stroke.<BR> <BR> Dawn squealed around my cock, making me feel real good as her voice hummed around it. Dawn had been tight for my cock, two rapes before, and was bound to be sore down there. The fact that she couldn't spread her legs as far also increased the tightness of the fit as he drove his cock into her pussy for lubrication.<BR> <BR> "He's going to rape your ass, Dawnie. Little girl is gonna have her ass raped with a hard cock!" I crooned to her, forcing her to keep her mouth on my hard cock. "Then, after he shoots you full of come, I'm going to rape you with the one you have in your mouth!"<BR> <BR> Dawn had already had both in her mouth. She knew how much thicker my cock was. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with fear and trying to beg. To beg me not to do that. To not let Jerry do it. She was afraid of it. Then a couple of hard thrusts from Jerry brought a new look to her eyes. Pleasure. <BR> <BR> Little Dawn would get off, just as she had from my finger up there, I had no doubts.<BR> <BR> "Here it comes, little girl!" Jerry said, his voice stern and filled with determination. He pulled his pussy-wetted cock from her sheath and pressed it against her asshole. He shot more images, then put the camera down. He took her hips in both of his hands to steady them. Then he thrust in.<BR> <BR> Dawn screamed, loudly. The sound was muffled, since at the same time I forced my cock into the back of her throat. If I hadn't already blown twice, I'd have surely let off down her throat at that sensation. Imagine a warm, wet vibrator, humming at high pitch all along the length of your cock. That's what it felt like.<BR> <BR> "More cock, little girl, MORE!" Jerry said, thrusting forward again, still not all the way inside her.<BR> <BR> I pulled back to let Dawn get her breath past my cock as he said this, but kept it in her mouth. The shriek my cock stifled would have brought the cops even in this part of town.<BR> <BR> "That's right, little Dawnie is being ass-raped! Little slut gets it up the ass with something bigger than a finger!" I said to her. I knew what the words would do to her, turning her pain into something else. Humiliation, turning her on.<BR> <BR> "Fuck this little girls asshole, Jerry, ram it to her. She's a slut and deserves to be used like one!"<BR> <BR> "Fucking-A-right! Tight little-girl asshole. Feels so damned good, so tight!"<BR> <BR> "Rub the slut's clit, make her come from being ass-raped!"<BR> <BR> Jerry didn't need to be asked twice. His cock was sliding in and out with less effort as he pounded his hips into her ass cheeks. One hand reached beneath them to rub at her clit.<BR> <BR> Dawn closed her eyes, mouth filled with cock, ass filled with cock. Concentrating on the feel of his fingers on her clit. Or maybe on being filled from both ends with cock. Or on being a slut. Or all of the above.<BR> <BR> "You want to come, don't you, Dawnie-slut? You are enjoying being used for our pleasure. You are a pretty little girl being abused by two big men with hard cocks in your mouth and your asshole!" I said to her, working the words I knew would turn her crank. "Come for the big men. COME!"<BR> <BR> Dawn screamed again, this time not from pain. She was screaming around my cock in orgasm. Eyes closed, lost in shame, pain, and pleasure.<BR> <BR> I pulled my cock from her mouth. "Beg him to fill your ass with come, slut!"<BR> <BR> "Come in me! Come in my ass, oh god!" Dawn came again. I let go of her hair as she collapsed forward, falling to her face, raising her ass higher, taking more of Jerry's pounding cock.<BR> <BR> "Gonna fill her ass...AH!" Jerry said, slamming forward and pausing, grinding his hips against her ass. "So GOOD!"<BR> <BR> "She's a sweet slut, alright."<BR> <BR> Dawn remained bent over, on her knees as Jerry withdrew his cock with a wet 'plop' sound. <BR> <BR> "You want more cock, don't you, Dawn?" I asked, kneeling behind her.<BR> <BR> "Yes..." she sobbed.<BR> <BR> "Up your ass?"<BR> <BR> "Yes...my ass..." Dawn continued to cry.<BR> <BR> I put my thicker cock to her sperm lubed asshole and pushed.<BR> <BR> "Oh! GOD!" Dawn wasn't screaming, but close to it.<BR> <BR> Jerry had his camera again, shooting shots of my cock pushing into her ass, slowly. Also catching her face, twisted in pain and pleasure, tears streaming.<BR> <BR> I entered slowly, knowing there would be pain aplenty for her from the increased size of my cock over Jerry's. The come in her ass helped to make the passage smoother for her.<BR> <BR> The feeling was even tighter than her cunt. A ring of muscle squeezing down on my shaft, sliding down it as I edged forward. I felt the tissue soft walls of her rectum around the head of my cock. Wet silken softness.<BR> <BR> "Beg me to fuck you hard, slut!"<BR> <BR> "Fuck me. Fuck me hard! Fuck my ass hard!" Dawn was deep into it.<BR> <BR> I obliged her, speeding up my thrusts, fucking for the benefit of my cock. I rubbed her clit in time to my thrusts. Shortly, she was wailing, but she was also thrusting those marvelous wide hips back at me.<BR> <BR> "Rape my ass, hurt me!" She said, not needing any prompting now.<BR> <BR> "Little Dawn is getting raped up the ass with a long, thick, hard cock! You want to show me what a rape-slut you are, don't you? Come for me, NOW!"<BR> <BR> Dawn came again. Her mouth open wide in a silent scream, raising her head from the floor. I felt her ass tighten even further around my cock, then lost it as my own orgasm shook me.<BR> <BR> "I'm coming in your tight ass, cock-slave!"<BR> <BR> Jerry was getting it all on camera. The wonderful beauty of her face transfixed with a blur of emotions. Shame. Pain. Orgasm.<BR> <BR> Dawn collapsed all the way after this orgasm. She fell flat out on the floor, sliding off my cock even as I shot a last jet of sperm on her ass cheeks.<BR> <BR> Jerry finished the roll of film with a shot of it splattered there.<BR> <BR> "She just so fucking HOT!" Jerry said, packing his camera.<BR> <BR> "Yeah, it would be a shame to let her go."<BR> <BR> "Why let her go?" Jerry suggested.<BR> <BR> "What do you have in mind?" I said, the idea of keeping this slut appealing to me.<BR> <BR> "You know my place, the big old house?" Jerry said, referring to the Victorian vintage house his parents had left him.<BR> <BR> "Yep. Kinda empty, ain't it?" 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<HTML> <HEAD> <TITLE>SPECIAL DELIVERY</TITLE> </HEAD> <BODY BGCOLOR="#020202" TEXT="#FFFFFF" LINK="#9495F4" VLINK="#FCD6F" ALINK="#F0051" > <FONT SIZE=5><I>While I love rape/forced sex/nc stories, and fantasies in no way do I condone, advocate, or desire such activity. <P> I assume this material is being read by mature adults, and assume only responsibiity of bringing pleasure to those who enjoy the same fantasies as I. <P> I did not write this story. It written for me, or rather, I was written into the story. The person who wrote this story says he never did or would do to anyone what happens to "Dawn" in this story. Yet the set up is so real, I wonder....... <P> - Imma Scared </I></FONT> <P> <CENTER><H1>"Special Delivery"</H1> </CENTER> <P> <I><H2>A rape fantasy story for little fuckdolls who need to be shown who's boss.</H2> </I> <P> <B> <FONT SIZE=3><P> <B> He called himself the Boudoir Boss, and for good reason. His greatest joy in life was having his way with women -- whatever he wanted, however he wanted it -- and he didn't take "no" for an answer. He was a stocky, portly man, about 5'10", 220 pounds, with short, curly brown hair and dark brown eyes that could stare a hole in you. You could feel yourself being undressed and violated when he looked at you, sizing you up. It was a busy Saturday afternoon in the local shopping mall. Boss sat quietly in the mall food court, munching his gyro and sipping a coke. The food court was an excellent place to scope out potential targets, and the place was just *swimming* in exquisite pussy this day. One after one, he considered the possibilities: <P> 'Fine fuckdoll,' he thought, examining a luscious redhead with alabaster skin and long legs. The redhead's male partner walked up and greeted her. 'Ooops. Not that one.' He continued to scan. <P> 'What's this?' His attention was grabbed by a plump but curvy young blonde dressed like a student. 'Nice!' he thought, examining the blonde's ample bottom. 'That is SO spankable!' When the blonde's girlfriends appeared, he turned his attentions elsewhere. <P> 'Damn, it's getting late,' he thought. It would be getting dark soon, and time was growing short. 'Something workable had better show up soon.' Just then, a cute girl with curly black hair walked by. 'Damn!' Boss's cock immediately stiffened to a rock hardness. She was hot! He figured her to be around 5' 6" or 7", about 120 pounds. She didn't look like the type that carried a gun or knew Karate, and she appeared to be alone. She walked over to the sandwich shop and ordered. A moment later she collected her food, walked over to a table across from Boss's, and sat down with her side exposed to him. Boss stared with his blank expression, the tent in his pants almost certainly obvious by now. He traced the curves of her delicious figure, intently observing her body language and gauging her suitability as a target. After a minute or two, she caught Boss out of the corner of her eye, quickly looked at him and just as quickly looked away. She tried to hide her discomfort at being sized up, but Boss was skilled at detecting this kind of reaction. 'GOOD!' he thought. 'I won't have to follow this one around. I already know. She's mine!' <P> The dark haired beauty hurriedly finished her meal, stood, and collected her packages. This one had been shopping and was most likely on her way home by now. Boss pulled the cell phone from his pocket and punched a couple of buttons. <P> * * * * <P> Boss's partner in crime, Jim was parked in the north mall lot, waiting for Boss to ring. It was coming up on the hour and almost time for Boss to check in when the phone rang. Jim picked up the handset. <P> "Yeah?" he answered. <P> "Bitch is on the move!" Boss replied. "Get the car cranked up." <P> "Ok." Jim hung up the phone and started the engine. He backed out of the parking space and began to crawl through the rows of parked cars, waiting for Boss's signal. <P> Boss and Jim worked as a team. They took turns sizing up and following the targets. The one who did the sizing up ultimately got to have his way with the target. The other guy had to follow the target home and stake out her place just long enough to make sure that she was alone. It was a good system, they thought. Always changing rapists and using two guys to do the job probably reduced their chances of being discovered. They always stole a different car to use for each job, attaching fake plates to it so as not to be traced if the car was spotted, and dumping the car after the job was finished. Today was Jim's turn to follow, Boss's turn to rape. <P> * * * * <P> Boss followed the dark haired beauty carefully through the mall. He could tell by her quick gait that she was indeed finished in the mall and on her way out. She rounded the corner and headed for the east parking lot. Boss whipped out the phone and dialed. He heard one ring, then Jim's voice. <P> "Yeah." <P> "She's headed east. Knee length red dress and red pumps. Short curly black hair. About 5'6", 120 pounds. She's carrying a couple of large Macy's bags and walking at a fairly fast clip." <P> "On my way," Jim replied. <P> Jim swung the car towards the east parking lot, speeding up once he got on the main drag. He quickly made his way to the east lot and pointed the car towards the east mall entrance, slowing down to look for a female that fit the description. There she was, stepping off of the curb and heading for her car, wherever it happened to be parked. "Now that's a mean piece of ass!" Jim exclaimed. All Jim now had to do was follow her home and stake out her place for a while. Not the fun part of the job but one that he had done a half dozen times before. Jim and Boss had collectively raped 11 women to date. <P> * * * * <P> It was Sunday morning. Boss sat on his couch watching a porno video and stroking his thick erection when the phone rang. It was Jim. Boss listened for a moment, smiled, then grabbed a note pad and jotted down an address. "Sounds good. Thanks, Jim. I'll see you when you bring the car." <P> * * * * <P> On Monday afternoon, Boss walked into his bedroom and opened the special drawer that held his selection of stolen uniforms. He selected the brown UPS uniform; he would be a package delivery man today. He put on the uniform and collected a pair handcuffs, a mask, a pair of latex exam gloves, and a handful of condoms and strategically stuffed the various objects into specific pockets of the uniform. He put on his brown UPS baseball cap, grabbed his car keys, picked up the fake package that he used for the delivery ruse and headed for the garage, where the current stolen car was now parked. <P> On the way to his victim's home, Boss rubbed his erection through the brown shorts of the UPS uniform, thinking about the exquisite dark haired creature that he had seen just a couple of days before. 'What a sweet piece of pussy!' he thought. 'This is gonna be good!' Turning onto the fuckdoll's street, he slowed down and took a careful look at her house as he drove by. She still appeared to be the only one at home. He drove a couple of houses down the block and parked on the opposite side of the street. Looking around it appeared that no one was outside, so he put on the latex gloves, grabbed the fake package, got out of the car and began walking towards the fuckdoll's house. When he got onto the fuckdoll's front porch he quickly took the mask out of his pocket and put it on. The mask was one of those affairs that cover only the eyes and nose. It had a thin elastic strap that was almost invisible in his dark brown hair. He pulled down the bill of his UPS cap and looked down at the package that he was holding so that the mask would be hidden from view. Ringing the door bell, he started pretending to write on the surface of the package. <P><IMG ALIGN=Left SRC="baldsex.gif" WIDTH="348" HEIGHT="282" ALT+Weapon of lust"> The unsuspecting beauty was typing away on her computer when the doorbell rang. 'Who's that?' she thought, wondering who would be calling on her just now. She had not been expecting anyone. 'Probably a solicitor,' she thought. Looking through the fisheye peephole in the door she saw an UPS man holding a package. 'Wow! Who's sending me a package?' she wondered. Without further thought, she slid back the dead bolt and opened the door. That was a mistake that she should never have made! <P> When the door opened, Boss tossed the package into the house and pushed his way inside. He closed and bolted the door behind him and whipped out the handcuffs. By the time fuckdoll saw the handcuffs and mask, her adrenaline had kicked in. She turned and began to run down the entryway hall towards the living room, but Boss reacted faster than she did, grabbing her by the waist of her jeans and managing to close the cuffs around one of her wrists. She struggled to get away and fell to the floor. Boss took this opportunity to pin her arms behind her back and close the cuffs around the remaining wrist. "ON YOUR FEET, FUCKDOLL!" he barked, grabbing her by the arms and pulling her up off of the floor. "Were gonna go to the BEDROOM, BITCH!" <P> Fuckdoll's breathing was hard and labored. Gut wrenching fear engulfed her. "Please! Please don't!" she whimpered. The tears rolled down her face as she struggled to get on her feet. <P> "MOVE!" barked the rapist, as he began pushing her down the hall. "Move or I'll slam you hard! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" he barked like a Marine drill sergeant. <P> "Oh...ok...OK," fuckdoll replied, terrified that she would be beaten if she didn't obey. <P> "You mean 'YES SIR,' BITCH!" Boss barked. The gloved palm of his hand came down hard against her denim covered ass in a muffled smack! <P> "YES SIR!" she obediently replied as she began to walk, without resistance, towards her bedroom. <P> Boss guided the fuckdoll into the bedroom and pushed her, face down, onto the bed. Grabbing a king size pillow off of the bed, he removed the pillow case, folded it into a blindfold and tied it around her eyes, making sure that she couldn't see out of the gap at the bottom of the blindfold. He removed his mask and stuffed it in his pocket. "Let's see what we got here," he said as he flipped the fuckdoll over onto her back and began unbuckling the belt on her jeans. Fuckdoll's chest heaved. She was paralyzed with fear. Boss unsnapped her jeans and opened the zipper. Grabbing her pants and panties, he yanked them down to just above her thighs in one, hard pull. He could smell the pungent aroma of her sex. Immediately he kicked off his shoes, unbuckled his shorts, and let them drop to the floor. <P> His cock was bone hard now. He reached into the pocket of his shirt and retrieved a condom. Tearing open the package, he squeezed the nipple at the end of the condom, placed it against his hard glans, and rolled the rubber the full length of his organ. Grabbing the fuckdoll by both ankles, Boss hoisted her legs over one shoulder, pulled her ass to the edge of the bed and began roughly probing her exposed vagina with a couple of fingers. <P> "Oh God!" whimpered the fuckdoll, sobbing. <P> "Dry," Boss said, retracting the fingers and moistening them with saliva, only to shove them back into fuckdoll's cunt, this time with greater ease, and deeper. "NICE!" he exclaimed. <P> He retracted the fingers again and applied a large amount of saliva to the head of his stiff cock. Spreading the folds of her helpless pussy open with his thumbs, he shoved the entire length of his rigid organ deep into the most personal and private place in her body. 'Who needs permission,' he thought as he chuckled in delight. Grinding his loins hard against her violated sex, he brought the open palm of his hand down hard against her bare ass, saying "THIS IS MINE, BITCH!" <P> And now the fucking began... <P> At first his thrusts were slow, long and deep. He savored every luscious inch as he watched fuckdoll's head jerk from side to side and listened to her grunts and whimpers. <P> "Oh God, PLEASE!" Her voice was beginning to shake heavily. The sides of the blindfold were damp with tears. <P> "SHUT UP!" he barked, bringing his palm against her bare ass in another hard SMACK! <P> Boss began to thrust harder! He could see that the lips of fuckdolls vulva were turning a deep wine red, despite her terror and distress, and she was definitely getting wetter! This was nice! It felt SOOOO GOOD!!! Holding both her legs in one arm, he pushed off her slippers, tossing them to the floor. Still plowing into her, he grabbed her jeans and pulled them the rest of the way off of her luscious legs, but her rolled up panties still clung to her thighs, just below the knees. He grabbed them and pulled them over her feet and off. Pressing the crotch against his face he blissfully inhaled, his free hand grasping one of fuckdoll's ankles while his loins slapped rhythmically against her wet sex. <P> Fuckdoll's pussy was burning!...and tingling! It hurt but it was oddly erotic. She could feel the shaft of her tormentor's cock tugging against the flesh of her labia and clit, over and over and over! Her sense of dread and panic were intense. She could smell this man's sweat and feel his heft pounding into her sex, sending shock waves through her belly! She could hear his hissing breath, his filthy grunts and moans. She wanted to cry out but she dare not make a sound lest he strike her again, or worse. There was nothing she could do but lay there and take the rape...and hope that this awful man didn't get any rougher with her. It seemed to go on for hours. How long would he rape her? When would he let her go? How would she go for help? Would he come back for more? Her head swam with fear and confusion while her pussy drooled! <P> Boss took another deep whiff of fuckdolls fragrant panty crotch. The stimulation was more that he could take and, grabbing both of fuckdolls ankles, he got up on his tip toes, shoved fuckdoll's legs back wide and high, and began pounding into her rape hole as hard and as deep and as fast as he could manage!!! The room filled with the sound of slapping sex! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Boss's grunts and moans grew louder and more frequent. He became a wild, out of control rape animal! "RAPE!" he shouted! "RAPE!" ...SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!... <P> Every time Boss shouted "RAPE!" cold shivers ran through fuckdoll's body, emanating from her pussy, radiating through her belly and tits, and spreading up into her neck. She began to sweat profusely. Then something seemingly impossible began to happen; fuckdoll could feel the unmistakable beginnings of an orgasm starting to build! Her head was screaming 'NOOOOOO!!!!' but her body was screaming 'CUM!!! CUM!!! CUM!!!' This terrible man had not only MADE her pussy wet but he was going to MAKE her CUM!!! The muscles in her vagina began to clamp around Boss's cock, and wave after intense wave of orgasm swept thought her!!! Fuckdoll screamed with an awful mixture of physical pleasure and emotional torment! "GOD!!! OHHHHHHHHH!!!!! OHHHHHHHHH!!!!! OHHHHHHHHH!!!!! OHHHHHHHHH!!!!!..." Her humiliation was total. She had lost everything that had been hers. There was nothing left. It all belonged to this hideous monster of a man now. <P> Fuckdoll's screams pushed Boss right over the edge, causing his loins to explode in squirting spasms of semen!!! "AARRRRGGGHHHH!!!" he screamed! "UNGH!! UNGH!! OOOOOOH! OHHH! NGHH!..." He could feel the streams of hot cum filling the sheath of latex surrounding his shaft. His grasp tightened around fuckdolls ankles as he pounded into her wet, swollen, helpless rape flesh. It was a nice, long, very long orgasm, the likes of which he had not experienced with any of the other bitches that he had violated. There was something special about this bitch! Finished with his orgasm, Boss yanked his cum filled condom out of fuckdoll's ravished cunt and pitched her by the legs over onto her side. "STAY THERE, BITCH!" he barked, applying a hard SMACK to her already red ass. <P> Yes indeed, this little dark headed fuckdoll was something special!... <P> * * * * <P> ...It was a nice, long, very long orgasm, the likes of which he had not experienced with any of the other bitches that he had violated. There was something special about this bitch! Finished with his orgasm, Boss yanked his cum filled condom out of fuckdoll's ravished cunt and pitched her by the legs over onto her side. "STAY THERE, BITCH!" he barked, applying a hard SMACK to her already red ass. <P> Yes indeed, this little dark headed fuckdoll was something special! Very special! So special in fact that Boss raped her five more times that evening, savoring every delicious thrust and spank! He called her a slut! He called her a whore! He called her a cunt and a fuckdoll! He used her asshole and mouth as well as her cunt! By the time he had finished rape number six, all fuckdoll could do was just lie there limp and catch her breath. She was too exhausted to beg or plead; too exhausted to even think. Her mind was numb but her pussy was sore and sopping wet! Her ass was sore. Her jaw was sore for being jammed open with thick cock. She just lie there sobbing and gasping. <P> Boss carefully placed the last used condom into the zip-lock baggie that he always carried to a rape, making sure that no semen spilled, and stuffed it back into his shorts pocket. No evidence. Leave no evidence. He supposed that the cops might find a hair or two but that was too much of a hassle for him to deal with. If they didn't get any DNA the evidence would only be circumstantial anyway. Bitch hadn't scratched him, so he didn't need to worry about cleaning out her fingernails. All he had to do was trash the phones, retrieve his cuffs and get the hell out of Dodge. He really hated to leave this one. She was absolutely perfect! A rapin' like this only came once in a lifetime, but it was over and time for him to go, never to return. Ah, but he would always remember THIS one! <P> Boss threw on his uniform and ran through the house, checking for telephones. He found only the one in the bedroom and the one in the living room, ripping the wires right out of their modular wall sockets. For good measure he removed the coiled handset cables and used them to tie fuckdoll's wrists and ankles together. Finally, he took out his key case, fingered a key out of it and retrieved his handcuffs from fuckdoll's wrists. Then he spoke: <P> "I'm only gonna say this once, BITCH!" he growled. "You don't move! You don't look! You don't even breathe! You just stay right there until you wake up tomorrow morning or I swear I'll rape you again! And I won't be so tender next time! You got that, BITCH?" <P> "Yes sir." Her reply was soft and weak, but it was convincing enough to satisfy him that it would be safe to leave now. <P> Boss made his way to the front door, picked up his fake package, and let himself out. <P> * * * * <P> Jim had been sitting in his own car, parked at the end of the street, waiting for Boss to leave for about two and a half hours now. His patients was beginning to wear thin. That was the problem to begin with: He was getting really tired of doing so much work and only getting to dip his wick just half of the times. He knew that Boss had to endure the same frustration, but that gave him no comfort. He also knew that he should stick to the program he and Boss had established, for safety's sake, but dammit, he couldn't take it any longer. Especially not THIS time. The little curly headed piece of ass he had seen in the mall parking lot was just too damn good to let go, so tonight he would wait for Boss to leave and quickly slip in behind him. <P> Jim was dressed in the HPD patrolman's uniform that he had bought on the local black market. It cost him a pretty penny, but it fit perfectly and it was a sure ticket into any woman's house! He liked the way it looked on him and sometimes he would just zip open the fly and keep the uniform on while he did a bitch. Playing a cop seemed the perfect approach to exploiting this particular situation. It would work just fine. <P> Jim looked down to check his wrist watch. When he looked back up, there was boss, dressed like an UPS guy, carrying a package OUT of this woman's house and over to the stolen car. Jim's adrenaline began to flow! This would be the first time that he would rape behind another rapist, and the thought of it made his cock begin to swell. He waited intently until Boss's car had cleared the corner at the opposite end of the street, then he popped out of his car and made his way towards the woman's house... <P> * * * * <P> Fuckdoll heard the front door shut...then silence... What seemed like a minute passed and still...silence... another minute...silence... Something like a switch clicked in fuckdoll's head and suddenly the drive to escape overcame her paralyzing fear. She rubbed the side of her head against the pillow, pushing the blindfold off of her eyes. Damn it was bright in here! Blinking, she sat up on the bed and started tugging at the phone cord wrapped tightly around her wrists. The ends were too short to really grab with her fingers, so she started working on the cord around her ankles. It was tight and knotted in a manner that didn't lend itself to being easily loosened. "Oh shit!" she cried in frustration as she yanked on her bonds in a panic. 'That BASTARD is going to kill me if he comes back!' she thought. Just then she heard a very loud and insistent knock, more like a pounding on the front door. <P> BUMP! BUMP! BUMP! BUMP! BUMP! "POLICE! OPEN UP, MA'AM!" <P> 'Thank God!' she thought. "I'M IN HERE! PLEASE HELP ME!" she cried out, as loud as her voice could manage. <P> The front door swung open and then slammed shut. She could hear the heavy clumps of a large mans shoes and the swish of cloth as the policeman made his way to the bedroom. <P> Jim was a strapping brute of a man. 6'2", 230 pounds with a heavily built upper body. His blonde hair was cut in very short buzz, almost bald, like a marine jar head's. His face was hard and mean, with eyes like knives. He had a very short temper and a physically aggressive, "hands on" manner to match. Not a pleasant man to be around. Jim didn't give a shit about leaving evidence or being seen by his victims. In fact, he *preferred* that the cunts got a good sobering look. It was one of his most effective tools for controlling the cunts, kind of like a snake hypnotizing its prey. Few of his victims put up much, if any resistance. The ones that did didn't do it for very long. <P> The strapping policeman appeared in the doorway of fuckdoll's bedroom. Fuckdoll, still sitting on the bed, realized that she was totally nude and folded her legs to cover herself, the cords still tightly tied around her wrists and ankles. The cop stood there with his legs slightly parted and his hammy fists resting on his hips. <P> "Is there a problem her, Ma'am?" he asked in a sarcastic tone. <P> "He raped me! I think he might come back! Please untie me!" fuckdoll pleaded. <P> "No, I don't think he's gonna come back. But I don't think you're finished either," he replied, closing the door to the bedroom. <P> Fuckdoll's head began to spin. This was just too much to understand. How could this be happening? This was a policeman. Weren't policemen supposed to help people in trouble? What was happening? The cop walked over to the side of the bed and grabbed fuckdoll by the chin, roughly turning her face to stare directly into her eyes. <P> "The way I see it," he said, "you're gonna do whatever I want until I get my fill. You got a problem with that, cunt?" <P> "N...No sir!" The response leaped right out of her mouth. No thought was involved. It was a reflex now. <P> "GOOD! I can see that Boss broke you in well," he said, using his powerful hand to turn her head slowly from side to side, observing the lines of her delicate face. <P> This hideous man had the face of a demon, and the way he spoke and handled her scared her more than anything she had ever known. Certainly she would not survive this man. The gut wrenching fear, six rapes, and three hours of holding her urine finally took their toll. Her bladder burst forth with a torrent of piss, wetting her calves and soaking the bed with a big yellow spot. This annoyed Jim very much. <P> "YOU CUNT!!" The back of his hand struck hard across her cheek, knocking her on her side. She lie there motionless, unable to move. "Now we're gonna have to find another bed." <P> Jim pulled a large assault knife from his pocket and locked open the blade. Fuckdoll lost it when she saw this. She was trying to be SO good, but now she was begging for her life. The tears rolled down her cheeks and wetted the bed. Her breath came in big sobs between her words. This pleased Jim greatly. He liked that kind of power over a cunt. <P> Jim grabbed fuckdoll by the ankle, stuck the knife in the cord that was tied around it, and sliced the cord open, causing her newly freed ankle to drop to the bed. "Let's go, bitch," he said, grabbing her ankle and pulling her off of the bed. She struggled to stand as he grabbed her by the arm and jerked her onto her feet. Opening the bedroom door, he yanked her into the den and began walking her towards the guest room. <P> They entered the guest room. He tossed her face down onto the bed. Grabbing her by the hips he pulled her ass up in the air. "GET YOUR KNEES ON THE BED!" he ordered. She complied. Her knees were just at the edge of the bed and her butt was stuck in the air. The side of her face was pressed against the mattress. Her hands were still tied behind her back. <P> Jim zipped open his fly and fished out his enormous organ. It was a good 10" in length when fully engorged, and thick! Placing the head of this huge log against the small pucker of her anus, he began to push -- HARD!!! The mushroom shaped glans of his sex slowly disappeared into her ass!! <P> "OWWWWWWNNNNGGHH!" she cried. It hurt! It was already sore. <P> "Wassamatter, cunt? Never been fucked up the ass before?" <P> Jim starting nudging his penis deeper into fuckdoll's ass. Another half inch disappeared into her with every stroke. Fuckdoll had thought that Boss's cock was huge, but this man was UNNATURAL! With his cock only half way in, it seemed that she couldn't take another inch, but this snake of a man kept pushing in more! Having buried all but the last couple of inches, he began to hump. He grabbed and squeezed the soft cheeks of her ass as he fucked. He reached down and hooked his thumb into her vagina. It was dry so he withdrew it. He smacked her ass with a stinging blow of his palm. The ass fucking continued for several minutes before he yanked out of her and rolled her over onto her back. <P> Grabbing her arms, he sat her up on the bed. He grabbed her head with both hands and tilted her face towards his now smelly cock. "SUCK!" he barked... <P> When fuckdoll parted her lips he shoved his thick rod in her mouth as deep as it would go, making her gag. Holding her head firmly, he began to pump, fucking and moaning with pleasure. <P> "Ummnff. Ummff. Unnnh. Unnnh." Fuckdoll's grunts were muffled, her mouth completely filled with hard dick. It was hard to breathe. <P> "Better not bite, you bitch," Jim warned, "or I'll tear you a new asshole." She knew it was true. She was trying as hard as she could not to let her teeth scrape his cock as he thrusted. Her jaw hurt. He was SO big! She could see the fly of his police pants, bobbing back and forth against her face. She could smell and taste his nasty sex mingled with the smell of her ass. She kept gagging and her stomach turned flips. <P> Jim fucked her mouth for a couple of intensely pleasurable minutes. "Somebody's been giving you lessons," he said, admiring her oral skills. Having had his fill of head, he yanked his cock out of fuckdoll's mouth, placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her hard, knocking her on her back. "SPREAD!" he barked. She immediately obeyed, opening her legs as wide as she could get them, her calves dangling over the side of the bed. By now she just did whatever she was told. It was her only chance of surviving this. <P> He unbuckled his belt, unfastened his pants, and let them drop to his knees. He placed his hands under her thighs and hoisted her legs into the air, placing her ankles on his shoulders. Placing his strong arms under her bottom, he lifted her butt off of the bed, applied a large dollop of spit to the head of his cock and pressed it against the entrance to her vagina. Inch by inch he nudged his 10" rape tool into her until all of it disappeared. He could feel his glans press against her soft, moist, pliant cervix. He could feel the warm, soft flesh of her labia pressed against his loins. It was exquisite. <P> With his hands cupped under her butt, he began to hump. The humping became bumping. The bumping became pounding. Fuckdoll's feet wiggled back and forth in the air and her shoulders and head rubbed back and forth on the mattress with each thrust, her butt still hoisted in the air for Jim's pleasure. This was a hard, brutal fuck; when Jim raped a cunt he made damn sure she would remember it. Sweat rolled down the sides of his head. His breath came in loud gulps and hisses. He grunted and moaned obscenely, his cock pumping in and out of fuckdoll's vagina in a blur of motion. Fuckdoll just stared blankly at the ceiling, taking it, waiting for it to be over. <P> Jim slammed into her one final time and screamed, "NNAAHHGGGAAAOOOOHH!!" Fuckdoll could feel his cock begin to spasm around the tightly stretched lips of her vulva, then hot cum flowed out of her and ran down her ass! It seemed like buckets of the stuff were coming out of this devil! "OOOHHHRRGGAAA!! AAAAAHHH!! AAAAAHH!! UUGGNNN!" His nails dug into the cheeks of her ass, leaving red marks. The cum pooled on the bed below. "UUUUAAA! UUUUAAA! UUHHH! UUHH!" He just kept cuming and cuming Fuckdoll had never known a man that orgasmed for such a long time. Finally, he yanked out of her and tossed her to the bed. He stood there with his hands on his hips, admiring his handiwork, a string of semen dripping from his still hard penis. "Nice!" he said, between deep breaths, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Fuckdoll just lay there, trying not to look at him. She could feel the huge wet spot on the mattress beneath her. <P> "Got any beer?" he asked. Fuckdoll just lay there is shock. "I SAID, GOT ANY BEER, BITCH?!" <P> "Ye...yes sir!" she quickly replied, "i...in the frig...sir." <P> Jim pulled up his trousers and walked casually into the kitchen. He opened the frig, popped open a brew, and took a nice long swig. "Ahhhh! That's the stuff!" he said with a smile. Everything in this house belonged to HIM, including the cunt. He liked that. He liked that a lot! <P> * * * * <P> Jim raped fuckdoll three more times that evening, each time as hard and and brutal as the last. Before leaving, he searched through her bedroom, taking cash, an expensive watch and the wedding band that her last husband had given her. Just before he left he grabbed fuckdoll by the chin, pulling her face to within a few inches of his and said "If you tell ANYONE, I'll come back for more. YOU GOT THAT?" <P> "Ye...yes sir!" she replied. <P> Jim left the bedroom. The front door opened and slammed shut. Silence... <P> * * * * <P> Fuckdoll sat huddled in the corner of her shower stall, rolled up into a little fetal ball, letting the warm water flow down her body, rocking gently. She stay there, in that position, for a half hour or more. She would tell no one. Everything that belonged to her had been taken: her body, her belongings, her freedom, her sense of security, her trust in men -- all gone. Nothing left. Her pussy hurt. Her ass hurt. Her mouth was sore. She might be pregnant now. What if that monster had AIDS? And the worst part of it all was that she knew it could all happen again, at any time, and that there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it. And how many men would show up to rape her next time? Certainly the word was out. She shuddered and huddled.... <P></FONT> Page<P> If you enjoyed this story, please return to my <A HREF="screams.html"> Intro Page</A> and Sign My Guestbook!<P> <BR> </BODY> </HTML>

Message-ID: <[email protected]> X-Original-To: [email protected] Delivered-To: [email protected] X-Original-Message-ID: <[email protected]> From: Clint Kalmkren <[email protected]> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 22 Aug 2009 22:23:47 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} "The 'ABC' Plan 4: Under the Desk" {Clint Kalmkren} {MF reluc oral anal} Lines: 573 Date: Sun, 23 Aug 2009 14:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail Approved: <[email protected]> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr.org/Year2009/59316> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <[email protected]> X-Story-Submission: <[email protected]> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, emigabe The 'ABC' Plan 4: Under the Desk by Clint Kalmkren Copyright 2009 [email protected] This sexually explicit story is intended for adults only. Copies and redistribution are authorized, but no kind of fee is permitted. The following is a work of pure fiction. Any resemblance to real characters or events is coincidental. This story is a sequel to: www.asstr.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2002/35380 www.asstr.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2002/37494 www.asstr.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2003/44395 www.asstr.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2009/59317 In real life, I do not condone coercion of a subordinate for sex, bartering sexual favors, or unprotected sex between strangers. However, I do find those things fun to fantasize about. There was a light knock on my office door. "Come in!" I said. The door opened, and the student entered. "Hello, Angela," I said. "Shut the door. You're right on time. Now, listen carefully, and follow my directions. Don't speak. Don't say a word. Do you understand?" She nodded. I took it as a good sign that she said nothing. "Come around the desk." I was seated behind my desk facing the door. Angela walked around, and stood beside me. She looked nervous. She was wearing tight T-shirt, a short denim skirt, and sandals with heels. She wore no hose, so her legs and feet were bare. From the slight sag of her breasts, and visible points of her nipples, I could also tell she wore no bra. "Stand with your feet apart," I told her. She adjusted her stance beside me. I put my finger tips on the inside of her right thigh. Locking eyes with her, I slowly ran my fingers up the smooth skin of her leg, until my hand disappeared under the hem of her skirt. I startled her when I touched her thigh, but then Angela adopted a blank expression as my hand traveled north. To her credit, she did not flinch when I poked her crotch. With my index finger, I traced the leg hole of her panties, and then I hooked the edge and stretched the panties aside. Under her skirt, I could not see her pussy, but I could feel pubic hairs on her fat outer labia. Twisting my finger to keep the panties out of the way, I pushed my hand farther up between her legs. I ran my finger back and forth over the crevice between her cunt lips, then I pushed my finger in. She was moist and hot. Probing further, I found the soft spot, and shoved my finger as deep into her vagina as I could reach. Until then, Angela had remained silent. When I stuck my finger deep into her cunt, she let out a little gasp. A minute ago, she had been walking down the corridor of the Math building with other students. Now she was standing in a professor's office with his hand up her skirt, her vagina impaled on his finger. I have long dreamed about doing this to the cute little tarts that visit my office, and now I finally had. She was wet. I curled my finger, tickling her G-spot. There was a faint slurping noise as I wiggled my finger in her tight, wet hole. Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing deepened. Abruptly, I withdrew my hand. I sniffed the musky scent of her cunt on my finger, then sucked it into my mouth. My finger was slippery, but had no particular taste. I stood up in front of her. "Stand still while I undress you," I told her. "Raise your arms!" I pulled her shirt up over her tits, then off her head and arms. She was not wearing a bra. I took a breast in each hand, and felt her up. Her boobs were full and pliable in my hands. Then I undid the clasp on the waist of her skirt, unzipped it down the side, and slid it down her legs to the floor. Her panties were black. The elastic leg band was caught in the crease of her cunt, and stray pubic hairs and one of her cunt lips protruded to one side. I sat back down in my chair, so her rosy nipples were at eye level. Catching her panties on both sides of her hips, I pulled them down to her ankles. This brought my face close to her pussy, and I smelled the same faint aroma I had on my finger. Briefly, I nestled my nose in the pubic hair on her mons. From the taste on my finger, I already knew her cunt would taste clean and wet if I licked inside her. For the moment, I refrained. I slipped off her sandals, so she was completely naked. Sliding open a desk drawer, I wadded all her clothes and sandals into it and shut it. She was trapped in my office, nude, until I let her have her clothes back. I opened another drawer, and took out a butt plug. The plug was a miniature pink plastic Christmas tree with a rounded tip; the fat end was also rounded, and it narrowed to a stem and then flared again to a flat base. At its widest, it was over 2 inches in diameter. Angela's eyes bulged when she saw it, but she remained silent. Uncapping a tube of lubricating jelly, I put a big, clear glob on the tip of the plug. I walked past her around the desk, and set it on my guest chair. "This is a butt plug. Without touching it with your hands, I want you to sit down on it, and force it all the way up your ass. You can use your hands to steady yourself if you need to, or to hold your butt cheeks apart." Angela looked at me with growing apprehension as my instructions sank in. She looked at the plug, evidently sizing up its diameter, then back at me. "Come here," I ordered, indicating the chair. The plug sat in the center of the seat, pointing at the ceiling. "Sit on it!" She straddled the chair with her butt over the plug. Her stance spread her cunt lips open, so her inner labia protruded. They were bright pink and glistened with moisture. "Hold your butt cheeks open," I ordered her. As I peered closely, she tried to center her anus over the plug, and started lowering herself onto it. As she sank down, she bumped it sideways, and it fell over. "Stand it up, and try again," I commanded. The next time, she lowered her asshole straight down on it, and slowly the cone disappeared up into her butt. She stopped half way down to rest. "Keep going!" I encouraged her. Slowly, grunting a little, she forced her butt all the way down. After her anus dilated around the fattest part, she sat down heavily on the chair with an "oof!" The plug was all the way in. Her breasts heaved deeply from the strain of stretching her asshole around the plug. While she rested a moment, I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and pulled them and my under shorts down to my ankles. I had been hard since I stuck my finger in her pussy, and my boner popped out of my underwear and wagged at her. I wanted her to see my cock before she felt it. I said, "Stand up, and bend over the desk." She presented her bare butt, with the base of the butt plug concealing her asshole. I twisted the plug, and rocked it back and forth a little. It was firmly lodged in her rectum. Her asshole clung tightly around the stem, stretching toward me when I pulled on the plug. She grunted when I pushed it deeper into the valley between her buttocks. Bracing one hand on her left butt cheek, I pulled hard on the plug. Angela made a small gasp, "huh!" After stretching as far back as it could, her anus began to dilate as I pulled the plug out. The full diameter of the pink plastic emerged, and then plug came easily as she squeezed out the rest of the cone. Just when her asshole closed, I pressed the rounded point of the plug into it, and started shoving it back in. Angela moaned as I crammed it all the way in again. Beneath the butt plug, her cunt lips made a vertical smile at me. I took my manhood in my hand, and nestled the swollen head between her slick labia. Grasping her hips, I shoved my cock straight in. Even though she was slippery, I had to push firmly until the head of my dick was nestled next to her cervix. Her vagina was extra tight, because her rectum was stuffed with the plug. I started to fuck her vigorously. With every stroke, my loins made faint slapping sounds against her buttocks, which she accompanied with little "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" noises. She was leaning on her elbows on the desk. Her tits swayed as I banged her. I reached around and grasped one in each hand. While still fucking her, I kneaded her breasts, and pinched her right nipple between my finger and thumb. After another minute, I stopped and pulled my cock out. I thought she might be starting to come, and I was right behind her (figuratively and literally). I was in control, and I wasn't going to let either of us come yet. Angela's engorged red labia closed over her fuck hole immediately after I withdrew. The veins on my cock stood out in swollen relief, shiny with her mucus. Even my scrotum was wet with her cunt juice. Angela was panting from the fucking. Her face and neck were flushed. Her breasts were mottled from the mauling by my hands, and I had pulled one nipple into a sharp red point. With my prick pointing the way, I walked back to the drawer side of the desk, and pulled the middle pencil drawer of my desk out. Unhooking the slide catches on both sides, I removed the drawer, and set it aside on the floor. That would give her more head room. "Angela, crawl under the desk. Sit on your butt facing me with your legs spread. Suck my cock, and don't stop until you make me come. But don't make any noise -- no slurping sounds," I told her. I gestured for her to climb into the seat well. There was a panel on the desk that blocked her from the front of the room. Still obeying my orders, she knelt to the floor, and crawled under the desk without a word. I sat down in my chair, spread my knees, and rolled forward. She would be cramped in the small space, but there was enough room for her to get her head between my legs. Unseen underneath the desk, she cupped my sticky scrotum with one hand, wrapped the other hand around my slick shaft, and slid her mouth over my glans. The taste of her pussy was smeared all over my dick. She started sucking my big knob, and jacking my cock with her hand. It felt great. I looked at my watch. It was almost 4:00. The next student's appointment was in just a couple of minutes. While Angela sucked my cock, I reflected on the past few weeks. Angela was a student in my introductory Calculus class. She was failing miserably. Earlier in the semester, she came to my office regularly for help, but she just didn't get Calculus. After she flunked the first midterm, I counseled her to drop the class, but she told me it was required for her major, and she couldn't. She was already on academic probation, so dropping or flunking Calculus would get her kicked out of school. After she failed the second midterm, she pleaded with me to let her do something "extra" for a passing grade. I had never had an affair with an undergraduate before, but something about her proposition aroused the devil in me. On the spot, I made up the "ABC plan", in which she would give me a blowjob ("B"), let me come in her cunt ("C"), and in her ass ("A"). After we had sex three Wednesday evenings in her apartment, I gave her an "A" in Calculus, and told her the affair was through. She begged me to continue, and promised to do whatever I asked. Despite the risks to my marriage and my professional career, I couldn't resist the opportunity. Since then, she has complied with my every request, and we have had several wild sexual escapades. I have become preoccupied devising more and more audacious sexual scenarios, and gotten addicted to coming in whichever of her orifices I choose. I do worry about the chances I am taking having sex with Angela, but I keep dreaming up new, more exciting ideas. My fantasies have run rampant, since she does everything I ask her to do. Today's sex was one of my most audacious fantasies yet. Why does she go along with all the surprises, embarrassments, and discomforts I inflict on her? I don't think she's in love with me. I always give her good orgasms, which she says she never had before, but I doubt that's her motive. My theory is that she likes the passive role, and is thrilled to let me dominate her. I don't know why. I enjoy it too, so our perverse relationship continues. There was a knock on my door. Right on time! "Come in," I called. Angela stopped sucking. In walked Jennifer. She is the best looking student I have ever had: blond, busty, and beautiful. She is a pretty good student too. Jennifer knows how good looking she is, and how to use it on men. She has flirted with me a little throughout the semester, but otherwise our relationship is strictly professor-student. Jennifer was here for help with Calculus. Today she was wearing a tight shirt with a V-neck that showed some cleavage. Below that was a gap between her shirt and shorts that revealed a pinched waist, flat stomach, and her belly button. Her shorts were snug on her rounded hips. Reaching down to her flip-flop sandals were long, shapely legs that tapered like inverted candlesticks. Jennifer has shoulder length blond hair, a cover girl complexion, and alluring green eyes. As I have met with her regularly to answer math questions, I have learned not to stare, but she is a feast for the male eye. I would love to see her nude, but like almost all of the thousands of other men who must have lusted after her, I will never get the chance. "Hi, Professor, how are you?" Jennifer said cheerfully. "Fine, Jennifer. Thank you for coming on time," I replied. I remained seated, since my pants were down around my ankles, and my dick was in Angela's mouth. Jennifer unshouldered her backpack, and sat in the guest chair in front of my desk. I recalled watching Angela sit on the same chair a few minutes earlier. She had been naked. The butt plug had thrust upward from the flat seat, and Angela had gingerly impaled her butt on it. Jennifer crossed her bare legs, and smiled at me. She was oblivious to my bizarre reverie. I smiled back. "What do you want to talk about today?" I asked. "Well, I have some questions about yesterday's lecture," Jennifer said. My dick was still in Angela's mouth, but she had frozen since Jennifer entered. I was wearing docksider loafers with no socks. I slipped my right foot out of its shoe, and slid it into Angela's crotch. Under the desk, she was sitting on her butt, with her legs spread to either side of my chair. Her pussy was wide open. Probing blindly, I pushed my big toe into the moist folds of her cunt. After wiggling my toe up and down in her slippery vestibule, I pressed it into the opening of her vagina. I was signaling her to resume sucking. It worked. When my toe poked into her vagina, Angela squirmed, and started sucking my knob. I made tiny rocking motions to encourage her. Angela got the message, and quietly restarted my blowjob. Jennifer continued chatting about Calculus, and I struggled to pay enough attention to her that I wouldn't seem distracted. While I was explaining a homework problem, I fantasized about Jennifer undressing. What if she pulled off her shirt, reached her arms behind her back and unfastened her bra, and dropped the cups away to reveal her big, juicy tits? Would she have large, pink areolas? I longed to rub my face in Jennifer's pillowy bosoms, and suck her nipples hard. Would she get excited if I sucked her nipples? My big toe was still stuck in Angela's vagina. When I pushed it, I could feel the firm butt plug though the thin wall between her vagina and rectum. Now she was bobbing her head up and down, sucking my shaft tight in her lips and cheeks as it slid back and forth in her mouth. She was also gently massaging my testicles with her hand. I was starting to get very aroused. My daydream shifted when I glanced at Jennifer's crossed legs. What if she uncrossed them, and slid her shorts and panties down her thighs, then over her knees, and let them drop to her ankles? What if she spread her legs, and revealed her pussy? How blond was her pubic hair? Would her inner labia protrude in a pink frill between her fat outer cunt lips? What if she put her hand down, and spread the labia apart to show me her clit? Would I be able to see the opening of her vagina? Angela was jacking her hand on my swollen rod, in concert with her mouth bouncing up and down on my purple, engorged glans. Frequently, she stopped to swirl her tongue around and around the fat head of my dick, and then she would resume fucking me with her mouth. I shifted uncomfortably around in my chair as her relentless sucking got to me. My breathing quickened. My face reddened. I made some little coughs to cover my growing excitement. I couldn't continue talking to Jennifer face to face. "Why don't you work that problem at the board?" I asked her in a faint voice. She uncrossed her legs, stood, and went to the whiteboard on the side wall of my office. "Just erase a space anywhere," I told her, and she cleared away some old equations, and started writing a new one. With her hand raised to the board, the bulge of her breast showed in profile. I wondered whether she was a D cup. Her back was mostly to me, and my eyes traced the outline of her bra strap under her shirt, the flawless skin exposed between her shirt and shorts, the narrow waist set on the flare of her hips, and the round shape of her buttocks. I popped my toe out of Angela's vagina, and rubbed it up and down her clit. Both my toe and her whole cunt were very slippery. This made Angela bob on my dick even faster. I was very close now. Jennifer asked me something, and I just said in a strained voice, "Try to work it as far as you can yourself." I covered my mouth with my hand, and made a few more coughs. "I have to get my notes," Jennifer replied, and she turned away from me, bent at the waist, and started opening her backpack on the floor. She was presenting her ass to me, and the fantasy of seeing her naked buttocks, with her cunt offered between her legs, swept over me. While she rummaged in the backpack for a minute to find her notes, I imagined standing behind her, my hands clutching her bare hips, fucking her hard while she wailed with pleasure. Would she be able to come, bent over, with me thrusting into her from behind? How tightly would her cunt squeeze tight on my dick? I envisioned the sight of her cunt framed by her bare butt, her asshole winking at me, and my white cum running out of her vagina, and dripping off her pussy lips. With an involuntary grunt, I succumbed to Angela's sucking, and started pumping squirts of semen into her mouth. I had not come in the couple of days since I had set up Angela's and Jennifer's appointments. When Angela blows me, I always try to feed her a big load. Powerful shots of jism pulsed through my urethra as I ejaculated. To cover my orgasm from Jennifer, I pretended to start coughing hard. I must have pumped half a dozen big spurts into Angela's sucking mouth. She had her lips tightly locked around my glans, and she jacked my shaft in rhythm with my pulsations. I could hear her breathing hard through her nose, and I hoped my fake coughs would cover that noise too. Still bent over, Jennifer turned and looked over her shoulder at me. "Are you alright, Professor?" she asked with a touch of concern in her voice. I had my hand partially covering my mouth and face, and I croaked, "I don't know. I just got this cough yesterday. Could you come back tomorrow at 4:00? Maybe that would be best." I made some more deep coughs. Under the desk, my softening prick fell out of Angela's mouth. Jennifer looked a little disappointed, but she said "Sure." She sat down in the chair, and leaned forward to zip up her backpack on the floor. I got a nice look down the "V" of her shirt at the two swollen mounds of her breasts. She has a great pair of tits. They looked big enough that I could put my cock between them, squeeze them together over it, and fuck them. Jennifer hoisted her pack, stepped to the door, and then looked back and said, "I hope you feel better." "Don't worry, I'll be fine. Sorry we couldn't finish today. I'll see you tomorrow." Jennifer left, shutting the door behind her. I rolled my chair back, and looked at Angela under the desk. Her legs were spread wide, and her cunt was splayed open. I motioned for her to come out. She scooted forward, and then looked timidly around the room, as if Jennifer might still be there to see her. Her lips and chin were wet and shiny, but I couldn't tell how much was her saliva and how much was my cum. My dick was long and wet, but it wasn't hard anymore. I reached down, and pulled my under shorts and pants up. Now I was dressed, but Angela was still naked. "Angela, do you know Jennifer Cartwright?" I asked. "She is the girl who was just here." Angela shook her head. "She is in my 11:30 Calculus class," I said. "She is blonde, and really gorgeous," I continued. "I've fantasized about fucking her all semester, and today, you made that fantasy come true, in a way. Anyway, that was a terrific blowjob!" I complimented her. "You really made me come hard!" Angela nodded, and pointed to her mouth. For a moment, I didn't understand, and then I realized what she meant. Angela still had my cum in her mouth. "Open your mouth, and show me the cum," I told her. She did, and I saw a large white glob floating on her tongue. I had indeed fed her a big load. She had kept the cum in her mouth for a couple of minutes. The first time we has sex and I came in her mouth, I made her collect the cum and show it to me. Now she thinks she has to do this every time. I pondered what to do next. "Keep the cum in your mouth, but don't swallow it," I said. Angela shut her mouth, and a little look of displeasure passed over her face. She has told me she doesn't like the taste of cum, and I was sure she didn't want to keep holding the big glob in her mouth. That's exactly why I made her do it. I had come, but Angela hadn't. After such a good performance, I wanted to reward her with an orgasm. I considered letting her dress, and sending her to wait in the Math library for an hour. Could she hold my cum in her mouth all that time? I would make her keep the butt plug in, and I would keep her panties, so she would have to sit with her legs crossed to avoid someone seeing her bare pussy under her short skirt. When she came back to my office, my prick would be recovered enough to give her a good hard fucking on the desk. I would leave the butt plug in, so her vagina would be super tight. I expected Angela would come pretty quickly, but I would take a long time, since I had just come in her mouth. I might even yank the plug out, and finish by coming in her ass. That scenario was tempting, but I decided to wait and fuck Angela tonight in her apartment instead. I could give her a lot harder workout that way. Besides, I had some work to finish before the afternoon was over, and I wouldn't be able to concentrate on it if I was anticipating Angela returning to the office to fuck. "Sit on the corner of the desk," I ordered Angela. I positioned her so the corner jutted into the crack between her butt cheeks, under the base of the butt plug. She leaned back, bracing her arms on the desk behind her, and thrusting her breasts out. I knelt in front of her crotch, rolled my chair behind me, and rested her calves on the arms of the chair on either side of my head. Most of her weight was supported by the plug, which skewered her ass. Her pussy was spread before me. I plunged my face into it and started eating her. As I made long licks inside her labia, Angela murmured, "Mmmm!" When I sucked her clitoris, she made low moans. Earlier I had filled her vagina with my finger, my cock, and my toe; now I stuck my tongue in her fuck hole, and rolled it around inside. She couldn't cry out, because her mouth was full of my cum. While nibbling her privates, I reached my arms up around her legs, and played with her tits, rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. I am an experienced cunnilinguist, and I quickly brought her to the brink. When I felt the tremors of an incipient orgasm, I backed off. I toyed with her, bringing her close a couple of more times, but refusing to let her come. I always want her to know she is totally in my control. When I stopped eating her and stood up, Angela looked tormented. She wanted to come badly, and was frustrated that I wouldn't let her. "Climb up on the desk on your hands and knees," I ordered. She eased off the corner of the desk. Sighing heavily, she was obviously relieved to get her weight off the butt plug. Then Angela clambered onto the desk, and presented her ass and pussy to me, with her bare feet dangling off the edge. Swollen red labia blossomed between her furry cunt lips, framing the narrow hole of her vagina. The butt plug jutted out between her buttocks. I grabbed the base of the plug, and twisted it. Then I pulled it hard, and Angela had to clutch the desk to keep from getting yanked toward me. Slowly, her anus dilated, and disgorged the plug. Angela groaned, "Uggg!". Using the base as a handle, I pushed the plug back, driving it into her rectum again. "Aaaah!" Angela complained. Once it was crammed in, I started wrenching it back out. "Oooh!" she moaned. In slow motion, I pistoned the fat plug through the taught ring of her anus. After a half dozen thrusts, Angela's ass loosened, and I accelerated the stroking. After ten more cycles, I was fucking her ass with the butt plug, plunging it back and forth into her gaping anal cavity. My arm was tiring, but I kept thrusting, giving her full strokes, all the way in, all the way out, in, out, in, out. Angela gasped for breath, moaning so loudly I had to stifle her mouth with my hand so she couldn't be heard through the door. Finally I had to stop. I had hoped fucking her ass with the butt plug would make her come, but through all her load cries, I couldn't tell whether she had. Like Angela, I was sweating and breathing hard. I dropped the plug, and sat in my chair. Angela's head and shoulders slumped onto the desk, but she stayed on her knees, her naked pussy and ass facing me. Her butt cheeks were spread open, and her anus was yawning circular hole. I could see deep into the angry red cavity of her rectum. Whoever fucked her in the future, no human cock could ever ream her ass the way I just did. After a few minutes, Angela climbed off the desk. Her breathing was returning to normal, but the skin on her breasts and face was still flushed, and her nipples and labia were red and protruding. She looked like she had just been fucked. "You can talk now, Angela. Are you alright?" I inquired. Angela didn't look at me, but in a small voice she said, "Uh huh." "Did you swallow my cum?" I asked. "Yeah," she replied. She looked concerned, like I might be angry because I hadn't given her permission. "That's okay," I reassured her. "Did you come?" "I don't know. Maybe. I almost did when you were eating me, and then everything turned into a blur when you were fucking me with that thing," she said. "I guess I came, but I've never had an orgasm like that before. I can't describe it. It was like my whole body came." "Is your butt alright?" I asked. I hoped I had stretched her gradually enough so I didn't hurt anything. "It feels weird. It doesn't hurt, but it feels kind of bruised inside. I think it's gonna feel funny when I walk," she answered. She put her hand into her butt crack, and felt her asshole. "Oh god!" she exclaimed with surprise. "My asshole is wide open!" "Let me see," I said. She turned away from me and bent over. I spread her ass cheeks apart, and examined her loose, puffy asshole. Her anus hadn't fully contracted yet. The hole was still as big as my little finger. "Don't worry," I said. "In a little while, you'll close back up, and pretty soon you'll be back to normal." "I hope so," she said with a trace of resentment. I opened the drawer, and gave her back her clothes and sandals. Standing, she put her feet through the leg holes of her panties, and pulled them up. She pulled her shirt down over her head, covering her breasts. Since she was braless, I could still easily see the dual points of her nipples. Once she had her skirt and sandals on, she straightened her clothes, and then she was dressed. "Good job today," I told her. "You did just what I asked. You didn't make a sound, and you sucked my cock like a vacuum cleaner. I wanted you to get me off while Jennifer was here, and you did. I hope you enjoyed the butt plug. After your ass gets back to normal, I want to use it again." Angela looked distressed, but she didn't say anything. She knows I call the shots, and if I want to shove it up her ass again, she has to bend over and take it. I said, "Go home now. I'll come over tonight at 9:00. I want to fuck you again." Angela didn't look too happy about that. "Don't worry, I'll leave your ass alone tonight." She said, "Okay," then opened the door and left. There was something unnatural in her gait as she walked, which I attributed to her stretched, sore asshole. I expected she would be uncomfortable walking home. I picked up the butt plug. It hadn't dried yet, but it was sticky. I thought, maybe tonight I'll stick this in my own ass while I fuck Angela. I bet I'll have a great orgasm with it pressing on my prostate. Later that night, that's exactly what I did. Postscript Please let me know what you thought about "The 'ABC' Plan 4: Under the Desk" by email at [email protected]. I plan to write further sequels about the sexual adventures of Prof. Sharpe and Angela Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.

Rachel Chapter 1 Is having sex with your stepdaughter when she is a grown woman incest? Before you make up your mind and judge us, read this story. I'd started my `second career' that summer. I was trying to be a writer. My children - I call them my children, but they were really my second wife's family, my step kids - had grown up and moved on to lives of their own. Rachel was 27 and her brother was a couple of years younger. She left home for college at 18 and was now, after a few false starts, successful - as successful as any parent could wish. Based at her own design studio overlooking the river a few miles west of the London, her work was beginning to be seen on advertising hoardings, magazines and in corporate literature. Her smiling face framed by long silky brown hair looked out at me from a framed picture on my desk, a moment in time that had caught her carefree and sympathetic character in a perfect instant. It had of course not always been like that. As a teenager she had hated me, and everything I stood for, blaming me for the break-up of her original family. With time and maturity we became at first more comfortable and then close friends until she started to look on me as more of a father figure than an unwanted complication in her life. After she left home we became closer and were able to talk more as friends than anything else. So there I was. Old job behind me - no more meetings about meetings, no more corporate bullshit. Just the freedom and excitement of breaking out to do what I'd always wanted, to write. To write anything that anyone would pay me to write. I'd be a literary whore - the refinement could come later. A few months earlier my wife - Rachel's mother - and I had separated amicably. We'd just out-grown each other and moved on to different interests. A few regrets on each side, but not many. I was lucky. Early on I was awarded a contract to write a series of articles for a magazine about sailing ships in the later part of the 19th century. This meant research trips to London and naturally I'd stay with Rachel at her studio flat while I was working in the city, visiting archives out at Greenwich and Kew. One week in late spring I'd called Rachel to let her know I was coming down for a couple of days. `Hey that's great - I'll see you on Thursday evening.' It was a warm day and loads of traffic held me up so I hit the M25 in the rush hour. When I arrived at Rachel's I was hot and bothered, but her big smile, her arm round my waist and her rather un-daughterly breast brushing against my arm as she helped get my luggage up the stairs to her second floor studio made me feel better. `How are you? Do you want a drink? Do you want a shower? There's a towel in the bathroom.' I'm OK, yes, yes and thanks.' I replied laughing at her torrent of happiness and shear zest for life. Rachel never did anything by halves and always asked two or three questions at once when she was excited. `OK. You know where the bathroom is. I'll get the drinks.' I stepped through to Rachel's bedroom - it's a single bedroom studio and the bathroom is off the only bedroom. I noticed the faint aroma immediately. A pleasant musky tang hung in the warm room and if I hadn't still been a bit fazed by the journey I would have known straight away what it was. But it took me a few moments to notice the body-shaped depression in her duvet where she had obviously recently been lying. Studying the shape I realised that she had been lying with her legs apart and then it clicked. The faint lingering smell was, well... was the smell of a recently excited female body. Despite my relationship - this woman was still my daughter, and much to my surprise - I felt a little tingle of excitement stir in my groin. Laughing at myself I moved on to the bathroom and started to undress. `Put your clothes in the wash basket if you want to. I'm doing some washing later.' Rachel called from the other room.' OK. Thanks love.' I called back. Stripping of my clothes was sheer luxury after the hours in the hot car. I lifted the top of the wash basket and was about to drop them in when I noticed a pair of small white cotton panties lying on top of the heap of clothing already in there. They were very skimpy, in fact they had no back at all apart from a thin piece of material. What caught my eye next made my heart miss a beat and then restart with an almost audible thump. In the part of her panties that would have been next to her vagina a patch of wetness showed up as a darker area in the soft whiteness. I noticed at the same time the female aroma was much stronger. She must have been wearing these panties while she lay on the bed pleasing herself with her fingers or who knows what... My cock twitched again and I could not help my self - I just had to pick them up them so I could breathe in the erotic scent of secret pleasure. I held them close to me and savoured the fabulous scent of a woman's most private moments. I have always been sexually exited my a woman's smell, but the added taboo of smelling my own step-daughters freshly used panties was one of the most exciting things I'd ever experienced. My cock was rapidly getting larger and when I gently licked and tasted the wetness it stood fully up and demanded my attention. I was standing with one hand round my cock and my stepdaughter's panties held to my face when a knock came at the door. 'Erez your drink sir!' Rachel called in a mock French maid's accent. I quickly dropped her panties back into the basket and scooped my clothes in on top of them. Grabbing a towel I wrapped it round me and turned away from the door to hide my erection as I called `It's OK.' Rachel opened the door. I saw her reflection in the mirror smiling at my naked back for a moment then placed the drink on the washstand. `Thanks love. I'll be out in a minute.' `OK.' Jesus! That was close. The thought of Rachel catching me like that brought me back to a limp reality with a vengeance. What was I thinking of? I drained the drink, showered and changed into loose and comfortable shorts and T-shirt, then wandered back to the main room where Rachel sat cross-legged on a wide, low couch sipping from a long glass. This wouldn't normally have caused me any problem but Rachel was wearing a pair of those very close fitting cotton/Lycra shorts that hugged every contour of her lower body and left just enough to the imagination to be enticing. Topped off with a matching crop-top that left her smooth brown tummy exposed and emphasised her breasts, the effect - especially after my recent excitement in her bathroom - was electrifying. `Are you OK? Sit down. I'll get you another drink.' She rose smoothly from the couch and passed close to me leaving a subtle air of perfume and musk as she went. `I'm, um, fine thanks.' I managed to say, my voice betraying the nervousness I felt. Rachel turned and came closer. Are you sure? Only you seem a little distracted.' `Well it's a long drive. I must be a little travel-shocked.' She squeezed my arm and said, `Sit down. I know what you need.' I sat on her couch and on her instruction leaned forward with my head over my knees. I felt her gentle hands begin to massage the back of my neck and shoulders. It felt great, really great and certainly helped to ease the stress. But after a few minutes another form of stress returned because I was acutely aware that her thinly clothed body was only inches from mine as she leant over me to work on my back. The source of that delightful aroma was only a few inches from my head. Breathing gently in I sensed again her female musk and again that began to excite my cock. I could reach out and... No! Don't even think about it. She must have sensed my increased tension. `Relax. That's an order.' I tried to breathe deeply, think about something else, and after a few more minutes managed to convince her I was OK. `Thanks love. That was perfect. I feel much better now.' I said, as she flopped down next to me, put her head on my shoulder and said, `I love you and I'm glad you're here.' I smiled at her, a great lump of emotion welling in me. `Thanks Rachel. You know I love you too. Even though you're not my `natural' daughter I always felt you were the child of my spirit.' Her eyes sparkled and I knew I'd said the right thing. It hadn't always been like this. During her teenage years we had fought like cat and dog. Sullen resentment alternating with deliberate aggressive confrontation had been my lot for three or four years while she had worked through unbalanced hormones towards her womanhood. All this confusion was made worse by my being a stepfather. How many times had she wounded me with the casually flung phrase: `You're not my real father anyway.' And it hurt because that is what I had wanted to be ever since she stood with her mother and younger brother on my doorstep on the day they moved in. All gauche resentment and childish confusion, crying out for love and care but rejecting all offers of closeness. Her head was still on my shoulder and she wriggled a bit until my arm slipped round her waist and she hugged me. Careful not to touch anywhere a father shouldn't I hugged her back. The closeness of her and the smell of her hair brought back that other aroma and against my will my cock twitched and began to grow thicker. I shifted to conceal it from her. 'You don't want to cuddle me do you?' She pulled back with a look of mock hurt. 'Yes I do. It's just that I was a bit, umm, uncomfortable.' 'What with me? 'No, just the drive, I'm a bit stiff, I mean I ache a bit.' 'Where? Do you want me to massage it for you? 'No! I mean no, its gone now thanks.' 'I don't believe you! Show me! Prove it!' And saying this she grabbed a loose cushion from the seat and threw it at me. I picked it up and threw it at her retreating rear as she rolled backwards over the arm of the couch, landed neatly and dived sideways to avoid the cushion. 'Right - its war!' Rachel laughed as she grabbed the cushion and did a long distance lob from the corner of the room. I grabbed it in mid air and advanced, blocking her escape from the corner. `Let battle commence.' I said menacingly as I lunged towards her, falling easily into the childish game wed played when she was younger. But I should have accounted for her speed and agility. She ducked under my arm, grabbed the cushion and dived back onto the couch. Without thinking I dived after her and found Rachel pinned under me, face down and still holding the cushion. This was a bad situation. Her rounded buttocks, lifted by the cushion, were now pressing against my already excited cock, but I couldn't just stop in the middle of the game without making her suspicious so I tried to take as much weight off her as possible while reaching round in an attempt to grab the cushion. But instead of the cushion my hands found something soft and firm at the same time - and warm as well. Rachel laughed and pushed up with her hips to give her room to move the cushion. This must have been enough for her to feel my erection through only two or three thin layers of clothing. Lifting my weight a little more allowed Rachel to wriggle and turn over quickly underneath me so that now she lay on her back. A change came over her face. She now looked serious and happy at the same time. Not knowing what to expect I did nothing just lay with my arms lifting myself up from her warm body, her face a few inches below mine. Then to my surprise, but I can't in all honestly say against my will, she reached up, put her arms round my neck, pulled me towards her and kissed me. Not the gentle peck on the cheek of a daughter, but the sensuous, full on the lips kiss of a lover. After a few seconds of stunned panic I pulled away. 'And now you know,' she said quietly. 'Know what?' I said like an idiot, still too shocked to think clearly. 'That I want you.' She said, in matter of fact voice as if explaining to a small child. 'You mean..?' 'Yes, that's exactly what I mean.' But Rachel, I, we...' But I didn't finish because her lips touched mine again and this time the tip of her tongue gently separated my lips and played an erotic dance with the tip of my own tongue. What could I do? I froze, not responding, but my baser instincts were gradually overcoming the taboo. After all this was a very attractive women whom I already loved, but she was my... daughter. Was she my daughter? We weren't actually blood relations and I didn't live with her mother anymore. Did this make it all right? 'Rachel!' I said pulling away firmly and trying to be stern. 'What?' she was laughing at me. 'I'm your father, well step-father.' 'I know,' she said simply 'that's part of it.' Part of it? 'Yes silly, part of why I want to fuck you.' A double blow hit me. The use of the word 'fuck' by my daughter and the fact that it was me she wanted to fuck. 'But why?' I said at last trying to get some measure of control and sanity back into the situation. 'Look,' she said. 'Lie down next to me and I'll tell you.' Relieved to be out of the immediately compromising position, but still close enough to feel excited we lay full length along the couch with her cuddling up to me and kissing me as she explained. 'I've thought about this a long time, and I'm quite certain I want to and that it's the right thing to do. I have never really apologised for how awful I was to you. I know I was mixed up and confused but that doesn't make me feel any better about the way I treated you when I lived at home. So the first reason is to say sorry.' 'But you don't need to..' 'No, let me finish. The second reason is that I want to become - and to stay - as close to you as a real friend and the best way to do that is to share an intimate secret, and the best secret we could have is to be lovers. So I want you to love me and I want to love you back, and not just once or twice. We have the whole weekend and you can't deny you want to because I felt this when you were laying on me just now.' She pushed her hips against my still erect cock and I had to agree with her, I did want to - physically, but mentally was another thing. 'Listen love. I do love you, you are a very, ... sexy woman, but we can't - its not right.' 'Of course its right - we're not related are we?' If it was some other girl laying here you would wouldn't you?' I sighed. She was right of course; she had me down cold on the logic. What could I do? She saw my resolve crumble and whispered in a low sexy voice. 'Now kiss me, kiss me like a lover.' So I did. For the first time I relaxed, knowing that she wanted to and I wasn't going to hurt her, so I kissed her gently and lovingly, releasing years of care and love, pouring my warmth and feeling into her with soft lips and a giving tongue. She responded by opening her lips to admit me into the first of many intimate places we would discover during that long weekend. Encouraging me with small sighs of approval and satisfaction we lay for ages, while the falling evening light reflecting on the river illuminated the room with a soft glow - kissing and licking, laughing and talking about the good times and the bad times we had shared and getting to know the person each was now. As the conversation slowed and the kisses grew longer and more passionate Rachel pushed away from me, sat up and lifted her crop top over her head, then settled back down and lifted her nipple to my mouth. 'Kiss me here.' She whispered. 'What there?' 'Oh yes, just there, and there, and...' her voice trailed off into a deep sigh as I gently kissed her upturned nipple then sucked it slowly into my mouth to roll my tongue gently round her little erect bud. 'You have such beautiful breasts. I never realised.' 'Mmmm.' was all the reply I got as she lay back on the cushions while I moved with gentle kisses and licks across to her other nipple and then widened my attentions to the whole of her breasts. They were silky smooth and soft, but under that was the firmness of her strong young body. I licked carefully round each mound and then down towards her petite navel and back up to circle her erect nipples again and again. After many minutes of this sweet stimulation she reached up and pulled my T-shirt over my head, whispering 'I want to feel you against me.' As she pulled my chest against her breasts and kissed me again with increasing passion, her stronger more demanding tongue teased and provoked me into action. Now she parted her legs and I felt my erection pressing through the thin layers of fabric and against the soft flesh between her legs. My cock was straining to be free of my shorts and my shorts were wet with anticipation. We lay there kissing and moving against each other's bodies, anticipating but delaying the inevitable, becoming even more excited - Rachel's legs were now wrapped round my back pulling my erection against her warm body, her hips moved slowly against me rubbing her moist and intimate warmth against my stiffness. Her kisses became hungrier and almost savage as she panted and made small squeaks and groans of passion as my hard cock touched her where she wanted it most. 'Rachel, I'm going to come in my shorts if you don't..' 'OK, yes, lets...' She wriggled her tight shorts down and kicked them off leaving her sweet young pussy pressing directly against my shorts. I could feel her warmth and wetness mingling with mine and the head of my fabric encased cock found her entrance. I was almost coming as she pulled and tugged at my shorts. We both laughed as they got stuck on my cock but Rachel quickly pushed me up and slid them off. Not being in contact with her body, and seeing her lying back, nude, open, vulnerable and sensuous made me catch my breath. Just what was I doing? What was I thinking? Did she really know what she wanted? But the sight of her smooth firm breasts, her sexy little belly and the beautiful, soft-brown curly hair emphasising the swelling of her genital mound was too much for me. I said without really meaning it; 'Rachel are you sure you want to do this? Its not too late if you want.., I mean I don't want to hurt you, emotionally I mean, so if you...' 'Hush you silly man.' She said with infinite care. 'This is what I think.' She pulled me gently towards her and moved so my cock head rested in the entrance of her pussy. 'Now what do you think?' She asked me. 'Do you want to?' 'I think this.' I said, moving so the very tip of my cock pressed a little further into her soft vagina. 'Well that's good because that's what I feel too.' With this she separated her legs a little further and pushed her hips upwards so the head of my cock popped into her tight young pussy. 'Oh God! That feels so good.' I said. 'I love you and I want you deep inside me - daddy!' God! The use of that word in that situation removed any last trace of hesitation I felt. And then together, in a mutually happy, sexy embrace, I pushed and she pulled - until I slid slowly into the depths of her vagina; until I could feel her little lips locked around the base of my cock; until I could feel her soft hair caressing my stomach; until she could feel by balls pressing against her anal opening. We were committed now, the act of physical love, of penetration had happened and our feelings for each other were confirmed and elevated to a higher level - a level from which they would never return. We lay for a few moments kissing each other gently and savouring that first, most intimate embrace, knowing that this moment would not be, could never be, repeated; that all doubt was gone and there was no going back - for better or worse. 'Do that again please daddy.' She whispered. 'This?' I said as I eased my cock reluctantly out of her warm wetness. 'Oh yes - that.' She murmured as I slid fully into her again. Her tightness, her wantonness, and the taboo excitement of penetrating my stepdaughter suddenly became too much and I started sliding into her with long slow rhythmic thrusts. She answered my need with her own demands and soon we were locked into the deepest embrace two lovers can experience, timing our thrusts and withdrawals so that we went from the merest genital caresses to the most basic grunting slap as pushed each other against an erotic wall of pleasure. The musky aroma of her sex mingled with mine, filling my senses and driving me onwards to a climax. Climax? Sperm? Pregnancy? A moment of panic... 'Are you... is it..?' She knew what I meant. 'It's all right, I'm OK, just don't stop!' she panted as we entered an animal state. I no longer had control of myself. For what seemed ages I was centred on driving as deep into her as possible and filling her hungry, demanding little cunt with as much sperm as I could give her. She was intent only on being filled and feeling me fill her when the time came. Her hot, wetness stroked and sucked at my cock and as I began to come in a frenzy of panting Rachel started a series of small vaginal spasms that drove me to begin emptying my balls into her. She felt the tightness of my pregnant balls about to unleash their load as I slapped them hard against her anus and this triggered her orgasm. I felt her full spasms start from the centre of her cunt as it wrapped itself hungrily round the head of my cock and these rapidly spread outwards in a series of violent shudders. My semen was spurting deep into her while she clung onto me with arms and legs pressing me ever deeper into her as the waves built to a climax which made her scream in an ecstasy of pleasure and fulfilment. Panting, crying, and squeaking like a frightened child she rode the storm and milked my cock of every last drop of sperm-rich semen. Finally with three gigantic spasms she cried out as if hurt and then collapsed back exhausted on the couch pulling me on top and keeping me locked into her with her legs and arms. My pulsing cock and balls slowly calmed down as we relaxed into each other. After a few minutes she whispered dreamily. 'I love you.' 'I feel loved.' I whispered back. 'Thank you.' Then I eased myself up and carried her like a small child to the bedroom. As I lay down beside her and covered her up she turned on her side, pulled my arm sleepily over her so my hand rested on her breast, then wriggled her firm little bum up against my cock. 'Mmmm..... just wait 'till tomorrow.' she sighed as we both drifted into a deep and satisfied sleep. Rachel - Chapter Two I awoke early - as I always do. Lying in my arms and still pressed close against me Rachel slept soundly. Time to think. I'm always at my most clear-headed early in the morning, especially as outside it was already apparent that it would be a clear, warm and fresh spring day. What had we done? Was this incest? If it was, was it wrong? We were both 'consenting adults' weren't we? We loved each other and, she was right, we now felt closer than we had ever been before. I looked at my feelings and realised I felt no guilt, only love, no fear for the future, just confidence and happiness. Rachel stirred a little and whimpered in her sleep. I held her a little closer and felt her relax again. I thought about her certainty that this was what she wanted and knew everything would be fine when she woke up. I though about surprising her with breakfast in bed and then chided myself for being a parent. What would a lover do? Gently I disentangled myself from her sleepy form and slowly uncovered her naked body. Careful not to wake her I turned her very slowly onto her back. She murmured something and then breathed evenly again as she slipped back into a deeper sleep. Kneeling beside her I took a long and luxurious look at her nakedness. Her long brown hair flowed over her shoulders and covered one breast allowing only her perfect little nipple to peek through the soft silky covering. Her other breast was fully exposed and I looked for ages at the proud perfection it, the soft texture and creamy pinkness of her skin and the large slightly fuller aureoles supporting her bud-like nipple. Below her breasts, her smooth gently rounded belly was partly covered my one hand that lay just above her pubic mound - as if she had fallen asleep while touching herself. Below her hand, nestling at the top of her legs was that soft curly mound of hair that protected and invited at the same time. I stroked her smooth thigh gently and after a few moments she sighed in her sleep and to my delight parted her legs slightly. At the same time her hand moved and she began to caress the hair on her pubic mound. I could not resist the temptation to let my hand join hers in the gentlest of circling movements that I gradually enlarged to encompass the prominent little lips that were peeping out from between her thighs. As I did, her breathing became shallower and she parted her legs a little more. I could now see the provocative little gap between her lips. I gently bent over and breathed again the delicious aroma of her excitement, and then I replaced my fingers with my tongue and gently began to lick the outside of her lips. Rachel continued to touch her mound and with a little encouragement from me parted her legs so that her lips opened offering a glimpse of the already moist and enticing redness between her labia. Deep within, her beautiful vagina lay coyly concealed. Lying down between her parted thighs I carefully separated her lips with my fingers and looked at her little bud. With the gentlest of kisses I caressed it and then with the tip of my tongue reached out and touched it. 'Mmmm.' she sighed as I began circling round her little erection. The musky aroma of her vagina was getting to my cock and a large erection was now trapped between Rachel's sheets and my body. When I gently probed her wet vagina with my tongue she jumped, opened her eyes, and smiled with a warmth that thrilled me. She lay back, parting her legs as a long sigh escaped her half open mouth. I continued to lick her from her erect clitoris, over and into her vagina and down to circle her anus, covering my face with her sensuous, aromatic wetness as I did so. As she became more excited she pushed her bottom up allowing me to cup her buttocks in the palms of my hands. She responded by pulling her knees wide apart and up towards her chest, opening and exposing all her secrets to my hungry tongue. I could now bury my tongue fully into her tight pussy while massaging her firm little bum cheeks at the same time. Rachael began to moan and moved her hands up to massage her own breasts, circling and rolling her nipples between her fingers adding to her ever-increasing excitement. Moving rapidly between her pussy, anus and clitoris, and increasing the depth and frequency of my penetrations, I started to drive her up towards her orgasm. Panting in short sharp bursts with her head thrown back and a look of ecstasy on her face she started to push in rhythmic thrusts against my invading tongue. Her clitoris stood out as a small hard button that I sucked into my mouth and licked and circled with the tip of my tongue. Her legs locked around the back of my neck and she buried me in the hungry folds of her erotic musky flesh. In the moment before her orgasm she became suddenly rigid for a few seconds before releasing a deep cry of pleasure and fucking hard against me as the first of the spasms of pleasure racked her. My tongue was just entering her vagina when she cried out again and a small spurt of her pee was released from her urinary tract. It ran over my face and mouth and trickled down to the sheets. Again she cried out as if in pain and again a small spurt of pee cascaded over me. More spasms came thick and fast as her orgasm peaked and then slowed as I continued to lick her lovingly and longingly. I was in ecstasy at the sheer pleasure I had so evidently given her, so it was a moment before I realised what she was saying. 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I couldn't help myself. It just came out.' 'Rachel you mustn't be sorry. I'm not. 'You're not? 'No I'm not. In fact I found it very exciting.' 'You did? She said looking at me in surprise. I sat up and pulled her to me. 'Yes. It turned me on even more - look.' I said and showed her my huge erection. 'I didn't think that you, well that is I supposed I hoped you wouldn't mind, but I meant to talk to you about it first. You see when I'm very excited and have a full bladder it just spurts out when I come. I meant to get up and pee before we did it again, but I woke up in the middle of it and I couldn't stop.' 'The only problem is the bed - it's a bit wet.' 'That's OK I have a special sheet. It sometimes happens when I masturbate.' 'Well darling, I'll tell you a secret. I have always wanted that to happen, I loved the feel of it and I was sorry that you only peed twice.' She squeezed me to her, kissed me and told me how relieved she was I wasn't upset and asked me some more questions about what I liked. I found myself telling her about my most secret, deeply buried sexual fantasies - things I only ever dreamed of. When I'd finished she kissed me, pushed me down and sat astride me, her moist pussy sliding smoothly along, caressing my still erect cock, but not letting me enter her. 'I need to pee.' She said simply. 'Yes, now, please.' I smiled at her. 'Are you sure?' She teased. 'Yes, I'm sure.' 'Now?' 'Yes!' She grinned and I watched her concentrate, relaxing her lower body and soon I felt a warm wet trickle flow over my cock, round my balls and down between my buttocks. I became stiffer than ever, almost painfully hard. 'You like it?' 'I love it.' I panted from the edge of ecstasy. This time a longer trickle heated by balls. Rachel moved her hips backwards and forwards so she washed my whole cock with her warm stream. Then she lifted my cock, guided it into her pussy, and settled down so I felt again the glorious tightness of her round the base of my cock. She began to lift up and down, sliding my cock in and out of herself and grinning down at me. 'Oh you like zis don't you sir?' She said in her silly French accent. 'It's what I dreamed of.' I gasped between breaths. Now she stopped with the head of my cock just in her and I felt a strong steady flow of her pee showered down onto me. As she peed she slid down onto me again and leaned back so her pee cascaded upwards over my stomach in a flood of erotic warmth. I started bucking and gasping as from the tip of my cock spasms of pleasure forced my balls to send their load of semen spurting into the depths of her belly in huge convulsions of erotic ecstasy. Rachel started to come again and as my climax crested she took off on one of her own, ramming her silky tightness down onto my cock trying to get every millimetre into her hungry body. I pushed hard into her as her climax built and peaked in panting cries of ecstatic joy. Two or three last great heaves convulsed her body and she collapsed on top of me giggling and panting and smiling. 'You randy old bugger!' She said. 'Hey! Less of the 'old' thank you very much.' We both laughed and kissed and fell into a warm wet heap of love and care. She squeezed out her last few drops of pee, which trickled slowly down over my anus making my prick twitch and my balls tighten. I felt a great sense of trust and love for this woman, my stepdaughter, with whom I was sharing my innermost secrets. Later when we'd cleaned up, washed each other in the shower, dressed and breakfasted, we sat talking of the day ahead. We both had work to do so we chatted for while organising the domestic stuff and finding ways of loving each other with caresses, care and silly compliments. Later I went out to research my article while she worked in her studio on a design commission. Rachel - Chapter 3 Travelling on the Underground over to the National Maritime Museum at Greenwich gave me time to reflect on what had happened. Now I was away from the provocative influence of her nubile body and the aroma of sexual readiness that pervaded her studio flat, I could think with my brain instead of letting my cock make the decisions. I had made love to - no that wasn't right - I had fucked my stepdaughter, and been well fucked by her in return. And she had been right; it had made our relationship something even more special. Did I want to fuck her again? Even in the cold light of day I knew I wanted to feel that sweet young pussy sliding down onto my cock as often as possible, to feel our love overcoming any social barriers. Anyone watching me must have wondered what I had to grin about as I rattled across London thinking of all the sexual fantasies that might now come true with this sexiest of girls. I laboured through the morning looking for details of the times and routes of sailing vessels in the final age of their greatness when elegant tall ships made the journey to the Far East and Australia and back in record times to catch the height of the London markets. Pictures of those stuffy Victorian ship owners and their straight-laced women stared back from the old journals. But I couldn't help wondering if in the privacy of their own bedrooms and bathrooms they didn't enjoy a good hearty fuck, or if they found their pleasure elsewhere. I drifted off into a fantasy of white cotton bloomers and innocent, but willing housemaids on their knees before the master in the scullery or romping naked with the mistress of the house in her four-poster bed. Of firm white bottoms spanked and large bosoms lifted and exposed to a gentleman's attentions. It was no good. I couldn't concentrate on work, so around midday I packed my laptop and research notes and caught the tube back to Rachel's studio. I entered quietly and saw Rachel working on her drawing board. 'Hi Rachel' 'Hi, you're back! Great!' Come and see what I've been drawing.' I walked over and looked over her shoulder. The soft grey pencil lines showed the rounded forms of Rachel's breasts and belly, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she rode my cock to orgasm. 'Wow! That's fantastic! 'It's for you. I couldn't stop thinking about last night and this morning so I drew it to get it out of my system. But it didn't work.' She continued as she stood up and put her arms round me. I kissed her soft lips and felt the urgent need in her - a need that matched and complimented my own desire to be close, no - to be inside - her. 'I couldn't concentrate either.' I said. 'Come here then.' She said, leading me over to the couch where it had all started the night before. I squeezed her hand and willingly followed her sexy little bottom, encased as it was in a very short skirt. She pushed me down, separated my legs and started massaging my cock through my trousers. 'You are pleased to see me!' She exclaimed as she felt my cock stiffen and grow. 'I haven't thought of anything else since I left. I kept imagining all those Victorian society people fucking each other and everybody else too!' 'Well you don't have to imagine anymore.' She said as she unbuttoned my fly and slid her hand into my pants. The feeling of her warm hand as it closed round me was pure heaven. She formed a circle with her hand round the end of my cock and started to move it up and down so that my foreskin covered and uncovered the end of my penis. I groaned and lay back, happy at what she was doing and even happier to know that we would be fucking each other all afternoon and evening. She freed my cock from my pants and slid my trousers off, then lifted her T-shirt to reveal her naked breasts. I instinctively reached for them, but she gently pushed me back indicating that this was her treat. Leaning forward she pushed her breasts together so they enclosed my cock and began to gently massage my erection with her breasts. I could feel her erect nipples caressing my stomach as she rocked backwards and forwards. After a few minutes of this sweet torture she leaned down to lick and kiss my nipples and then slowly, exquisitely slowly, licked down over my stomach towards my cock. Her nipples and breasts cushioned and caressed my balls as I felt her exhale over my cock and then the gentlest of touches as the tip of her tongue began to explore then end of my cock. She carefully licked the small slit in the end from where my own musky wetness had been oozing for the past few minutes. With appreciative noises she began to circle round the end of my cock with her tongue as I began to get more excited. Her lips began to kiss and caress the end as I began to thrust my hips upwards trying to bury my whole cock in her mouth. She giggled as she resisted my pushes and then as I moaned for mercy she let the end of my cock pop between her lips and into her warm wet mouth. She sucked and licked lovingly at my cock and moved one hand round to cup my balls and the other to massage the shaft. Pressure began to build in the base of my cock as she increased the frequency of her sucking and then slowly matching the increased speed she let my cock go deeper and deeper into her mouth until she was sucking almost all of it into and out of her mouth. I gasped and moaned in total helpless passion while Rachel worked my cock ever deeper into her hungry mouth. She must have been swallowing the end of my cock because I could feel the silky softness of the back of her throat around the tip of my cock. My balls tightened and this warned her I was about to come because she clamped her hand hard around the base of my cock and stopped me spurting. This had the effect of letting me have an orgasm without ejaculating, and when the spasms had passed Rachel carried on sucking and licking me towards a second and even more powerful orgasm. My balls felt so full I thought I would hurt myself. My hips thrashed and I moaned with the rising wave of passion that she was driving and leading me toward. As the first convulsions began to wrack my body she sucked the whole length of my cock so far into her mouth I could feel her lips around its base. The first spurt of semen burst into the back of her throat causing an even more frenzied bout of deep sucking as more and more of my erotic fluid filled her mouth. She swallowed and sucked, sucked and licked, wanting ever more of it. I spasmed three or four more times sending huge spurts deeper into her mouth with each orgasmic crest and feeling Rachel swallow and come back for more. She was moaning and sucking hungrily at my cock as I collapsed back exhausted onto the couch. She continued to gently lick and suck me while my cock grew softer and my balls relaxed. 'That was amazing!' I said eventually, as she lay with her head on my thigh teasing the end of my cock with her tongue. 'I just wanted to swallow all of it. Your taste turned me on so much.' She smiled up at me. 'Perhaps you'd better come up here.' I said lifting her up and sliding my hands under the edge of her short skirt. To my delight she wasn't wearing any panties so I pulled her forward and lay back so her furry little pussy hovered over my face. She was already wet and the fresh musk of her excited vagina woke my cock from its rest. I began by kissing her belly and breathing in her aroma, letting it re-kindle my excitement. My hands found her buttocks and I began gently massaging the cheeks of her bottom, squeezing them, pushing them together and easing them apart, and sometimes touching the little ring of tight puckered flesh between them. When I did this she pushed back against my hand and fingers encouraging me to touch her again. My kisses moved lower and lower until I was buried in the soft down at the base of her belly then, moving a little lower still, my tongue slipped easily between the lips of her pussy as she spread her thighs to give me access to her moist centre. My tongue found her clitoris which I sucked and licked slowly and gently to the accompaniment of Rachel's sighs and groans. My fingers found her wet pussy and I gently pushed one, then two, deeply into her, lubricating them with her erotic emissions. Rachel pushed downwards against me, her movements matching the rhythms of my invading tongue and fingers in a series of long slow erotic thrusts. My other hand found her breasts and she took it, sucking and licking my fingers until they were well lubricated, then used my hand to massage her nipples and breasts. For long minutes I licked, sucked, and massaged as many of her erogenous zones as I could reach while she gradually became increasingly excited. Her movements became faster and less controlled as she began to give herself to the feelings that emanated from her breasts and vagina. Her sighs became little cries which in turn became deep groans of excitement and longing. As the rhythm built I was almost smothered in the folds of her labia as she pushed herself down onto my tongue trying to get more into her demanding pussy. Her movements became more frantic and I knew she would come soon. As she started the deeper series of convulsing thrusts that signalled the beginning of the end I pulled the cheeks of her bottom apart and slowly pushed my lubricated finger into the tight ring that guarded her anus. Rachel went wild, bucking and pushing, screaming and crying as she came in a series of deep orgasmic after-shocks, grabbing my head and fucking my tongue with her cunt. In the middle of this frenetic fucking I felt the reward I longed for. She momentarily lost control and a small spurt of pee jetted out of the little hole above her pussy. I clamped my lips round her and sucked the delicious liquid into my mouth licking the hole as I did so. The next spurt hit the tip of my tongue and the next went straight down my waiting throat. My fingers were ramming faster and faster into her bottom as Rachel screamed her final climax, her body was tossed around as if by some inner demon. Her bum and her vagina spasmed and squeezed and opened to admit me further, then clamped me into her to allow her to feel the last moments of pleasure before she sighed and panted through the subsiding waves that faded away as reality returned. She moved down so my erect prick nestled between her legs and slid easily into her wet pussy. Kissing me deeply and lovingly, she slowly and gently worked me to a climax by squeezing my cock with her vaginal muscles and moving her furry mound and breasts against me in an erotic massage. This time I deposited my load deep into her vagina. This less lusty, but perhaps more loving sex was the perfect end to the afternoon. The light was beginning to fade when we surfaced, threw on some light clothes and sat down for a meal and a bottle of wine. Chatting over the meal, she looked at me with her big brown eyes sparkling in the candlelight. 'I've got a present for you.' 'Another one! What is it?' 'It's a surprise.' 'Oh go one, tell me you little tease.' 'No, you'll have to wait, and besides you like it when I tease you.' She giggled. She was right I did enjoy her games. I smiled and said, 'OK, I can wait.' But not too long I hoped. Rachel - Chapter Four After the meal we sat on the couch finishing the bottle of wine, laughing about the days events, and kissing every now and then as the mood took us. After an hour or so when we were rested and slightly drunk Rachel said. 'It's time for your present. Wait here, I'll call you when it's ready.' I sat waiting and wondering what she was doing and what my surprise would be, a delicious feeling of excitement twitched my cock. After a couple of minutes of quite rustlings from the bedroom she called me in. The room was lit by candlelight. Standing by the bed with her hands held innocently behind her back, Rachel was dressed in soft white cotton and lace. Her breasts were emphasised by the cups of smooth white material that held them proud and sensual. Round her waist a suspender belt held a pair of white translucent stockings. Covering, but not concealing her perfect furry mound a pair of see-through white panties clung to her body. My cock started to harden immediately. She was dressed like a virginal bride wearing her first sexy knickers and the look on her face showed this was exactly the game she was playing. 'Wow! You look amazing. That's a brilliant present. Thank you.' I said as I held her shoulders, kissed her and then looked down at the sensual swellings and curves of her body. 'This isn't all.' She said, smiling a cheeky grin and putting something in my hand. She turned round and lay face down on the bed over some pillows she had placed there. The back view as she lay there with her bottom pushed up was stunning. Her pert little buttocks peeked through the see-through panties and then as she moved her legs apart she revealed that the panties were not only see-through but had a gap designed into them so that her wet pussy and puckered anus were open and exposed. I looked from her provocative body to the object in my hand. My heart missed a beat when I saw it was a tube of lubricating jelly. I couldn't get my clothes off fast enough. I resisted the invitation of my cock to jump on top of her and get into her as fast as possible. I had to be sure she wanted what I thought she wanted. 'You're amazing, you sexy girl. I love you.' I said, as I kissed her ears and neck. ' Are you sure you want to...? 'Want to feel your cock penetrate my anal sphincter, to be buggered, to have my arse fucked? 'Well yes.' I said, my cock growing harder every second, reacting to the crude and provocative language. 'Yes please, its part of my present to you.' 'What do you mean?' 'Well, I would like you to have taken my virginity; you know, I used to fantasise about that when I was fifteen, but that's gone so this is the next best thing. I've never been fucked there before and I want you to be the first, then my anal virginity will be yours for always and I'll always remember the first time with you.' `But I might hurt you, and it might not turn you on.' `I know you'll be gentle and when you touched me there I liked it, and besides I know it turns you on so that will turn me on.' What could I say? Again she had left me speechless with surprise and excitement. How could I argue with this simple statement of trust and desire? I kissed her and stroked her shoulders and back, then whispered. 'This is the best present you could have given me. You're right. I have always wanted to have sex like this. You can read my mind.' I moved down so I knelt between her spread legs. A ring of slightly wrinkled darker flesh lay partly hidden within the whiteness of her panties. I gently eased her legs further apart and exposed her little ring. I began to lick small circles around the edge of her anus, breathing in the sensuous earthy smell of her body as I did so. My cock was rigid between my legs but I knew I had to take my time penetrating her, or it would hurt and perhaps spoil it for her. Gradually I licked in smaller and smaller circles until I was just teasing the edges of her tight little opening. She began to make pleasing little sighs and moved her hips so the tip of my tongue brushed over the very centre of her anus. Feeling my tongue where she wanted it she pushed upwards encouraging me to penetrate and prepare her for a grander entrance. I gently eased my tongue a little way into her, only to feel her tense, then push back, relax and open a little for me. I pushed more firmly and felt her relax some more. Then my wet tongue slipped past her tight ring and into her anus. She sighed and started some gentle rocking movements to move my tongue inside her. I withdrew and then entered her again feeling her relax immediately I pushed against the opening. I could have lain there for ages licking her, gently fucking her with my tongue and breathing that erotic, forbidden scent, but my cock wouldn't let me rest. Kneeling, I took the tube of jelly and squeezed a long line of lubricant between her cheeks and over her anus. Then I lay my cock full length between the cheeks of her bottom and squeezed her firm buttocks so they massaged me and spread the jelly over my cock. I lay full length on top of her and felt her bum pressing against my legs and stomach. My cock was trapped in the slippery valley between her cheeks and I moved so that the length of my cock slid up and down between them, caressing the tight opening and encouraging her to relax and become more used to the idea of having my cock easing open and sliding into her anus. Biting and kissing her neck and shoulders I whispered to her. 'I'm going to put the head of my cock in your tight virgin arse and slide it into you until I can feel my balls up against your wet cunt. And then pull it out and push it in again faster and further. I'm going to bugger you until you come like a train and wet your knickers and then I'm going to keep on buggering you while you masturbate and stuff your own fingers into your cunt and...' 'Oh Daddy! Show me, do it to me. I want you to fuck my naughty bum. I promise I'll be a good girl and come for you like you want. Oh Daddy, please fuck my bum now, I want it so badly, I want your big cock up my arse as far as it will go....' 'You are a good girl, you've kept your arse just for me to fuck and I'm going fill it with sperm and you'll be able to feel it spurting deep into your belly.' This crude and provocative language drove us both to higher plains of lust and if I wasn't careful I would have come with my cock between her buttocks and spurted my semen all over her back. I eased back, lifted myself and positioned the head of my cock against the ring of firm flesh round the entrance to her anus. I pushed gently feeling the taboo tightness of her resisting anus me. Rachel reached back and pulled her cheeks apart, opening herself and then pushed back and we both gasped with ecstasy as we felt the head of my cock pop into her. I lay still for a moment savouring this first anal penetration, this taking of her virgin bottom, and then gently pushed my lubricated cock slowly, very slowly a little way into her as she relaxed her anal muscles and pushed upward and outward allowing me deeper and deeper into her most private and taboo opening. The exquisite tightness gripping my cock nearly made me come there and then, so I moved slowly until I felt her cheeks nestle against my balls. My final push was matched by hers and then I was as deep as was possible inside her anus. I would like to have laid still and kissed her and talked to her but I couldn't stop moving, exploring the unique feeling of this tight opening and my cock deep within it. She obviously felt the same as she wriggled and swayed her hips so my cock moved inside her. 'That feels good Daddy, and I have been good. Do it again, please do it some more.' She pleaded still playing the innocent virgin. I slowly slid my cock right out of her and again rubbed my length between the cheeks of her bottom, brushing enticingly across the entrance to her tightest entrance. Talking to her I asked her if she wanted me to enter her again. `Yes I do.' She gasped, so I eased gently into her again, this time pushing a little faster against that smooth firmness. Rachel grunted like an animal and pushed back harder against me. Again I withdrew and again plunged into her bottom faster than before. Again she sounded like an animal on heat and suddenly we were both animals, moving more and more urgently, ramming against each other so my cock buried itself in her, while her cheeks slapped against my stomach and my balls beat against her vagina. For long minutes I savoured the unique experience of Rachel's tight anus sucking at my cock as I withdrew it, and that same silky tightness giving way as I pushed back into her again. My balls tightened as Rachel started a series of rhythmic muscular squeezes that masturbated my cock. I pulled her hips up so she was now kneeling, then reaching round I took her hand, placing her fingers into her cunt. She started sliding her fingers into her pussy, fucking herself as I rubbed her clitoris with one hand and massaged her hanging breasts with the other. All the time she was grunting and slapping her cheeks against me as my climax came and my balls began to overflow, sending their load gushing deep into her anus in spurt after spurt. Rachel felt me coming and this set off on her own orgasm. Her movements became more frantic and I could feel the spasms centred in her bottom and vagina bursting outwards, shaking and racking her body. Her grunts became cries of joy and pain as she lost all control, impaling herself onto my still spurting cock with total abandon. Now her first big spasm reached the critical point where she lost all control and couldn't stop herself peeing as she came. The feeling of her warm pee flowing over my hand and then round my balls and legs made me starts to come again. It was now me grunting like an animal. I was helpless. All I knew of the world was centred on her tight anus, on her rounded little bum encased in her see-through panties, on her loss of control and on her continuing orgasms. My fantasy came true. I fucked her sexy tight bum for what seemed like ages while she came and peed and came again. My cock stayed hard, clamped in the warm taboo depths of her anus while I reached a third climax. It couldn't last forever and eventually we had to collapse exhausted onto the wet bed and curled up together with my cock still inside her. An hour later we awoke, giggled with each other, cleaned up, made the bed, crawled into it, wrapped my arms around her and slept with my cock semi erect between her legs until a new day came and woke us with shafts of clean fresh colour. Chapter 5. It was Monday afternoon -I had to go soon. After another long sexy afternoon of love, lust, care and sexy giggles we lay in each other's arms, kissing and slowly drifting back to full awareness of each other. Rachel took my cock in her hand and gently encouraged me to a full erection again. 'You're insatiable!' I laughed. 'It's important.' She smiled as she sat astride me, wriggled her cute little bottom until my cock was positioned at the entrance to her soft pussy and then settled down so my cock slid fully into her. 'Why is it important?' I asked, confused. 'Because the time is right.' 'Right for what?' I said like an idiot. 'For me to conceive.' 'What do you mean. I thought you said you were covered!' 'No.' she said as she continued to slide up and down on my erection. 'I said it was all right and it is. I want to have your baby.' Why wasn't I surprised? Why wasn't I angry? Why was I so happy with the idea of impregnating Rachel? 'You really are amazing!' I said. 'Then you don't mind?' 'No, I don't mind. In fact I love the idea of my baby growing in your sexy belly. And I love the idea of you being the mother of my child and of me your child's father. And of course I'll look after you both.' 'You don't need to do that. I earn enough. But I do want you to help me bring her or him up like you brought me up. And I do want to carry on fucking you as much as possible. And I want you to keep filling my belly with babies.' Then we were lost in an increasingly passionate embrace, which climaxed with me filling her belly in the fullest possible sense. I know that it could have been any of the times we made love that was the successful one, but I like to think it was that time. Epilogue Before the baby was born we bought and renovated an old mill further up the river. I now have half the top floor while Rachel has the other half. We made love right up to the last night before I took her to the maternity hospital. She lay on her side and asked me to put just the tip of my penis into her `to help the baby on its way' she said. We fell asleep like that. She woke suddenly in the night and announced calmly that the baby was coming. We have to be careful now, her three children - my three children - two girls and a boy, come and go as they please, treating my flat just like their own. Life is full of games, laughter, a few tears and many childish journeys of adventure and discovery. But we still find plenty of time to love each other. We still lust after each other and care for each other in equal amounts - really we couldn't be happier. Are we committing incest? Who cares? When two people feel like we do about each other they make their own rules. The End Copyright Darius Thornhill 12th June 2001 More at http://www.asstr.org/~DariusThornhill

TITLE: Sick Bay AUTHOR: Fygero CATEGORIES: M/g(12), 1st, Preteen, Ped, School, Cons, Upskirt WORDS: 8,531 WARNING: This story contains explicit sex scenes with a minor. If this is likely to offend you, please close this file of click BACK on your browser now. SYNOPSIS: The school year has just started and Lucy (12) is the first of the middle school girls to meet the dreamy new sick-bay medic, Doctor Scoville, although he asks Lucy to simply call him Dr Pete. Presenting with a tummy ache, Lucy becomes increasingly aroused as Dr Pete's warm hands examine her--more so when they carelessly stray across her budding breasts and perilously close to her young sex. Unable to isolate the cause of Lucy's stomach ache, Dr Pete presumes growing pains, but to be certain he must perform a closer examination of Lucy's virgin pussy. Fortunately for young Lucy, he has just the tool for such an intimate examination. DISCLAIMER: The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional; and resemblance to actual people or events is entirely coincidental. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a work of fantasy. Although many men may think and act like the character Pete, young girls do not think and act like Lucy. Her highly biddable and sexual nature is a fantasy that does not exist; in fact, it would be dangerous to believe that it does. If you enjoy this type of fantasy, I encourage you to ready the story; it is very erotic, very graphic in its detail, and very enjoyable. If you have trouble distinguishing between the fantasy of Lucy and the reality of real girls then you need help; I recommend discussing the problem with a medical practitioner. SICK BAY by Fygero Lucy stood nervously outside the sick bay looking up at the sign, a red cross at the top and a sad looking cartoon hound dog underneath with a thermometer in its mouth. Part of the nerves was the natural anticipation that everyone feels when going to the doctor, but by far the greater part was the new doctor himself. Dr Scoville had only been at the school a week but already he was the main topic of conversation among her Junior classmates. He was tall and ruggedly handsome with a friendly smile that showed some super-sexy dimples behind his beard stubble. `Dreamy' was the most popular descriptor among Lucy's group of twelve-year-olds, their raging hormones recklessly driving them headlong towards womanhood. And now here she was, as far as she knew, the first girl to visit Dr Dreamy in the school sick bay. Well, at least she would be the first to visit him, providing she could get her feet moving again and mount the stairs up to the sick bay door. She could almost taste the sweet nectar of popularity she would enjoy when everyone found out. Briefly forgetting the stomach ache that brought her here, Lucy shivered in her blue and white checked school dress despite the heat of the day, and she felt a not unwelcome tingle as her nipples hardened beneath her training bra. That delicious feeling in her budding breasts and been happening more and more since they started to fill out about six months earlier. She stood for a few minutes in front of her mirror most days inspecting their progress. Her Mom had told her that the training bra was just to cover her nipples so they wouldn't poke out through her dress and that she could have a real bra - an A-cup - when they were big enough to bounce. So almost every morning she would stand in front of the mirror wearing just her panties, marveling at how her hips were flaring outwards to give a fetching curve to her waist, touching the soft, pliant flesh of her breasts and bouncing on her toes to see if they would jiggle. And there's been some real progress in the last few weeks, she reflected. They were now swelling enough at the bottom to make a clear curved line beneath each one, and when she placed a finger beneath them she could lift their soft weight half an inch or so. Mom had already said no to a real bra twice, so Lucy thought she would give it another week to make sure before she asked again. With butterflies overwhelming the discomfort in her stomach, Lucy took a shaky breath and walked up the steps to press the buzzer. "Come in!" she heard from inside, and the automatic lock on the door clicked open; it was a man's voice - certainly Dr Scoville. She opened the door and stepped inside, taking in the features similar to those of her family doctor's office, the examination table covered with a roll of white paper, a wooden step to climb up onto it, stainless steel sinks and benches with containers of soap, disinfectant, cotton wool, rubber gloves and goodness knows what else on the counter and available for ready access. Dr Scoville himself was at a desk on the corner, typing something on the computer with his back to Lucy. "Just...one...second," he said slowly as he tapped out the last few keys before sending the screen blank and turning around. "Hello sweetie." He offered Lucy a warm, dimply smile. "I'm Dr Scoville, but you can call me Dr. Pete. What's your name?" For no reason she could think of, Lucy blushed and looked down at her feet. Dr Pete, she thought. I'm the first one to get to call him Dr Pete. "I'm Lucy," she said, returning his smile, her eyes sparkling with excess moisture as her heart kicked up a beat. "Come over and sit down, Lucy." He beckoned to a straight-backed chair beside his desk. As Lucy sat and smoothed her school dress over her lap, Dr Pete asked her a few friendly small-talk questions - her surname, age, her favorite teacher and her favorite subject - and in a few moments Lucy's nerves were settled and she was talking freely, looking up into his blue eyes and watching for his dimples whenever he smiled at something she said, which was delighted to note was most of the time. "Well," he said. "It sounds like you're really settling in to middle school. But I'm sure you didn't come here to brighten up my day with your pretty face." Lucy beamed at the compliment and shivered again with a surge of adrenaline. "Are you not feeling well?" "Um, well..." she began, looking down at her stomach. "It feels a bit sore in here." She held her palm over the lower part of stomach around the pelvis. "Mmmmm," he said, with a concerned look. "Tummy ache? Or is it a bit lower than your tummy?" "I'm...not sure," she said truthfully. She hadn't really considered there was anything else in that area to get sore except her stomach. "It might be a bit lower." "Have you eaten any strange foods lately?" he asked. "Stuff you don't normally eat?" Lucy shook her head. "Oysters? Crab? Lobster?" Lucy made a face and shook her head to each. "Anything else fishy?" "No," she giggled. "I eat canned tuna, sometimes." "Any allergies to food? Peanuts, eggs, gluten?" "Nuh-uh," she said. "What's gluten?" "Things like bread, pasta, cake." She smiled. "No, they're all yum." "Good," said Dr Pete. "How about any other allergies? Bee stings, medicines?" "I don't think so." "Have you been hurt playing sport? Hit by a ball? Or fallen over?" Lucy shook her head again. "Hmm, okay," he mused. "You're twelve, right?" "Uh-huh," Lucy agreed. "Well," he said. "When a girl gets to be about your age, her body starts to change. Do you know what I'm talking about?" "Like growing boobs and stuff?" Lucy blushed a little, but she was feeling enough at ease with Dr Pete to say that without too much embarrassment. "Growing breasts is part of puberty," he agreed. "But there are other things that change further down. Have you had your first period yet?" Lucy shook her head. This was getting back onto more embarrassing ground. "Are you growing any hair where you didn't have any before?" he asked. "Between your legs or under your arms?" Lucy shook her head again. Dr Pete had a way of asking these embarrassing questions so that it didn't seem so bad. He was doing well not to talk directly about her vagina, which would be mortifying. "Hmm." Dr Pete frowned. "It doesn't sound like you're far enough along for the pain to be your first period. I'm going to have to examine you. That means I'll need to put my hands on you where it hurts, but you can leave your dress on. Do you want another teacher to come in while I do that?" Lucy was horrified; she couldn't imagine anything worse than having another grown-up here while the doctor talked to her about periods and breasts and hair on her pussy. "Um, no thanks," she said, trying to hide the edge of panic in her voice. "Righto, then," he said, getting up from his chair. "Come over here and stand in front of the mirror for me." Lucy stood before the full-length mirror and immediately had flashbacks to this morning - standing almost naked, jumping up and down and watching her small breasts bounce minutely in the mirror. She shivered again while she imagined Dr Pete watching her do that, and it made her nipples stiffen once again. Dr Pete stood behind her as she watched in the mirror. At just five feet tall, her head didn't quite come up to the level of his shoulders. Sliding his left hand beneath her arm, he placed it flat on her lower rib cage, the side of his index finger nestled beneath her breast so that it was just touching, sending another thrill coursing through her young body. With his right hand, he reached under her right arm and placed it flat over the middle of her tummy. She could feel the warmth of his skin through the thin cotton of her school dress and it set off little flutters of nervousness in her stomach. "Now place both of your hands over the top of mine," he said, patting her tummy to indicate his right hand. She lifted her hands to do as he asked and felt little electric sparks of excitement tingle through her fingers as she touched his skin. The movement of her upper arm lifted her small breast off his finger and he repositioned his left hand so that her breast rested on the middle finger instead while his index finger lay across the soft swell beneath her nipple. Lucy took a shuddering breath and realized he was now taking the tiny weight of her breast, lifting it a little higher than it would rest naturally. "That's great," he said, smiling at her in the mirror. "Now move my hand so that my fingertips are over the place where it hurts." Lucy did as he asked, sliding his hand down over her stomach until his fingertips were almost to her pubic bone. "Around about there," she said, a little bit breathlessly, concentrating on the tingling feeling in her breast beneath the warm touch of his fingers. "Okay, can you feel the pain right now?" Lucy shook her head. "Nuh-uh." "Tell me if you feel the familiar pain," he instructed as he gently palpated her lower abdomen in the area she had indicated. Lucy didn't feel any discomfort, just a degree of excitement watching his hand probe about just above her privates. "Any pain?" he asked. Lucy shook her head. Dr Pete moved his fingers to the right and then to the left, asking again whether she felt pain, and she told him that she didn't. He moved his fingers further down over her pubis, probing the soft bulge of smooth flesh there just an inch or so above the slit of her vagina. "Any pain?" Lucy shivered again with the excitement of his touch so close to her young sex. "Nuh-uh." "I'm sorry," he said, smiling. "Does it feel funny?" Lucy looked from his fingers - gently rubbing so close to her blossoming womanhood - up to his eyes and blushed. She nodded, smiling shyly. "Funny-bad?" he asked. "Or funny-nice?" "Funny-nice." Her voice was just a whisper. Still cupping her breast with his fingers, Dr Pete pressed the side with the tip of his thumb, causing the soft flesh to bulge out through the training bra against her school dress. "Well there doesn't seem to be anything the matter around your skin and muscles," he explained, still massaging her pubis, occasionally slipping a bit lower and almost brushing his fingers across the top of her virgin slit. "And it's not your appendix, so it might just be growing up," he mused, "but that would be much more likely if you'd started growing hair down there." Lucy could feel her vagina tingling and she longed for Dr Pete to touch her lower, to press his warm fingers into the softness of her smooth pussy lips. With a thrill, she imagined him sliding a finger down into that soft, hairless crease between her thighs and wondered how it would feel. Pretty nice, she bet. "Lucy, it's possible that something's not quite right with the way things are developing down there, so I'd really feel a lot better if I could examine you," he explained. "That means you would have to take off your underwear and I would have to touch you further down. Would you like me to bring in another teacher for that?" "No!" Lucy almost blurted. The idea of Dr Pete feeling her pussy filled her with excitement, but having another teacher watch was horrifying. "That's fine," he reassured her. "Nobody else needs to know what happens in here if you don't want to tell. Your parents don't even need to know if you don't want." Lucy breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, shaking her head. "I don't want to tell them," she said. "It's too embarrassing." "Then you don't need to worry about anything," he said, lightly brushing the hard nub of her nipple as he removed his left hand from her breast and mimed zipping his lips in the mirror. "My lips are sealed." "But how do you want to do this?" he continued. "You can lie down on the table with your dress up. You'll be able to watch everything I do, but I will be able to see your privates." Lucy's eyes widened with concern. "Or if you like, you can stand up on the step and bend over with your dress still on. You won't be able to watch, but I won't be able to see you down there, either; I can just go by feel without looking." Lucy sighed again in relief. Dr Pete seemed to know exactly how she felt and what would feel the least weird. "The second one," she smiled shyly. "The second one it is." He smiled reassuringly. "Okay, so off with your panties and hop up on the step," he said, removing his right hand from its soft stroking of her pubis. Lucy reached up under her school dress and pinched the sides of her panties with her fingertips, lifting the hem just enough to show the tops of her trim thighs, but not high enough for Dr Pete to see how the tight fabric of her panties stretched across the soft curves of her vagina, the shadow of her young slit visible through the thin fabric. Pulling them down to her knees, she let them fall to the floor in a white puddle around her black sandals and short, white socks, where she then stepped out of them. Dr Pete bent down and picked them up, running the soft cotton - still warm from her skin - between his fingertips. "Now I don't want you to think this is weird," he said, one eyebrow raised with concern. "But it might help me find out what's wrong if I can smell them." Lucy didn't think it was all that weird. She had no desire to sniff anyone's undies, but what did it matter if Dr Pete sniffed hers? She shrugged noncommittally and nodded for him to go ahead. Dr Pete held them up by the hips, finding the front and holding it up facing him. Lucy could see how thin they were and was a bit embarrassed, knowing that if her school dress blew up in the wind, they were all that stopped anyone looking from seeing her pussy ... and they looked pretty see-though. Thinking about her smooth, naked pussy under her school dress right now gave her another tingle of anticipation and she swayed her hips to make the cotton brush across her lips, knowing that Dr Pete would be touching her there in just a few short moments. He cupped his hands beneath the bottom and brought the thin gusset to his nose. Closing his eyes, his lips parted as her soft panties touched them and he breathed in slowly two or three times using both his nose and his mouth. Lucy watched and blushed again when Dr Pete closed his lips, accidentally catching a fold of cotton in his mouth, right on the place where her pussy opening had been a minute earlier. Taking them away again, he opened his eyes and laid her underwear on the examination table. "No," he breathed softly. "They smell fine, just fine." Shaking his head as if to clear it of stray thoughts, he patted the examination couch, "Hop up on the step and bend over on the table, please Lucy." Lucy got up onto the step and leaned over a little, bracing her hands on the table with her arms straight, her hips were a bit higher than the table surface so she was bent over at about a forty-five-degree angle. Dr Pete stood beside her at the foot of the bench and placed one warm hand in the small of her back and the other one on her front, a little bit higher and over her breast, his finger resting softly over the top of her nipple. "Bend lower, please Lucy," he said, guiding her down onto her elbows, and then lower still until her face was almost touching the paper cover on the table. "I need your bottom nice and high." Lucy looked back along her trim body to see the position of her bottom, just a bit higher than her head like Dr Pete wanted. "Now arch your back down, sweetie," he said, pressing gently against the small of her back, bending her like a sway-back horse so that her bottom was poking out and up and her hem lifted a bit higher on her naked thighs. "That's good," he said quietly. "You're doing great, Lucy." Even with her dress on, Lucy felt a keen thrill of excitement, knowing that with her back arched like this it would push her smooth pussy down and back between her thighs, exposing her young womanhood to anyone behind her where she couldn't see them. "Now, are you ready for me to touch there?" Lucy turned her head, laying her cheek on the paper as she looked back up at Dr Pete with wide blue eyes and nodded. "Okay then." He left his left hand softly cupping her breast and moved the right behind her, beneath her dress. He placed his palm over the small cheeks of her bottom. He stroked in gentle circles for a few moments as if sightlessly mapping the terrain of her young ass by touch alone, before gliding his hand down to the backs of her trim thighs and slipping the tips of his fingers between her legs just a fraction of an inch beneath her virgin opening. "I need a bit more space, Lucy. Could you pop your knee up on the table?" He indicated the leg closest to him by stroking the firm, young flesh of her thigh, accidentally grazing the soft lips of her pussy in the same movement and causing a flush of excitement to course through her core. The table top was almost at the height of her hip, but with the flexibility of a lithe, young gymnast, she managed to hook her knee up to the side, and opening her legs very wide to accomplish the feat, she felt the air conditioned cool of the sick bay against the inner folds of her burgeoning sex as her pussy lips parted with the effort. "That's great, Lucy. Perfect. I can do everything I need with you just like that." She looked up at him with another shy smile. "Now, I don't want to embarrass you, but I'm going to have to use some grown up words to describe your privates. I can call it your vagina, if you like, but most girls prefer me to talk about their pussy. Do you like either of those words? Or there's another one that starts with a `C'?" Lucy blushed again. She couldn't imagine using the C-word with a grown up. "The middle one," she whispered shyly. "Pussy?" Dr Pete smiled, his dimples sparkling. Lucy nodded and looked away. "Okay sweetie. I'm going to touch your pussy now. Are you ticklish?" "I don't think so," Lucy husked. "Nobody's ever touched me there before." "Oh, really?" Dr Pete sounded surprised. "I thought maybe a boy might have touched down there. You're so pretty, I bet they think about it." "Nuh-uh," Lucy shook her head, her long blonde plait flipping across her shoulders. She felt another warm surge in her chest at Dr Pete's compliment and she suddenly wished she had chosen to lay on the table with her dress pulled up. She bet Dr Pete would tell her how pretty her pussy was if he could only see it, even though it wasn't growing any hair yet. "Well I'll be really gentle, just in case," he said. Lucy felt his large, warm hand close over her sex, her open lips beneath his palm and his fingertips resting on the mound of her mons pubis. He stroked slowly back and forth, the calluses of his fingers causing a delicious friction against her sensitive pussy lips. "There. Is that ticklish?" "Nuh-uh," Lucy breathed, his stroking set off new and exciting feelings inside her. "So, let's see what's between your pussy lips." Dr Pete moved his hand back until his fingers touched her lips and rubbed gently, opening her up wider, pressing more firmly until he had her labia fully peeled back with her sensitive inner folds becoming engorged and swelling softly beneath his touch. Lucy felt a change in his touch as the soft, dry warmth of his fingertips became slippery and wet. "Mmm," Lucy sighed. "It feels funny." "Funny-nice?" "Mmm-huh," she whispered. "Really nice." "Your pussy is getting a bit wet," Dr Pete said. "It can happen when you touch it. Has it ever happened before?" "Umm," Lucy mumbled, feeling embarrassed. Dr Pete kept rubbing her pussy, focusing on her tiny opening and spreading the wetness around the inside of her slit as it seeped out. "Or it can happen when you think about boys?" he suggested. "Or maybe in a dream?" "In a dream," Lucy confirmed. "Once." "Was it a nice dream?" Dr Pete asked. "Were you kissing a boy?" "Mmm huh," she agreed, closing her eyes to remember the feeling. "We were lying down, and I remember looking down and we weren't wearing any clothes, even though we had them on when we started kissing." "That a pretty normal sort of dream for a girl your age," Dr Pete didn't stop stroking her pussy while they talked, and it was making Lucy feel more relaxed. She felt the sensitive edges of her virgin hole softening and opening as they got wetter and wetter, and she felt like she wanted to tell Dr Pete more about the dream. "In the dream, I opened my legs. He lay between them with his ..." Lucy paused. "His cock?" "Am I allowed to say that?" Lucy whispered. The heat was building up inside her pussy and making her breathless. "Sure," said Dr Pete. "Sometimes we need to talk about body parts in the doctor's office." "Okay. Well his...his cock...it was really hard," Lucy said. "Like the ones you see in pictures, not like my little brother's." "And did you touch it?" "Not with my hand," said Lucy. "But he was rubbing it on my pussy..." "And that made your pussy wet?" "Not in the dream," Lucy said. "But then I woke up and it was all slippery. I thought I weed myself." "Did it feel nice?" "Mmm-huh," she agreed. "It feels like that now." "Can I show you trick you can try when it feels nice?" "Yes please," Lucy husked, opening her eyes again and looking up at him. "Okay," he said. "You have a special little place" - he removed all but one of the fingers stroking her hole and slowly slid it upwards - "right ... about ... here." "Ugggggghhhhh." Lucy let out a low, animal moan as he grazed over the tiny nub of her clitoris. "If your pussy is nice and wet," Dr Pete said, "then most girls say it feels really special to touch right there." "Oh my goodness," Lucy panted. "Show me again." Dr Pete stroked over her clitoris again, flicking his fingertip from side to side and then he gently pinched it, allowing Lucy's own juices to make it squirt from his grip. "Oh-oh-oh-oo-oo-oo," Lucy vocalized the new and exciting feelings that Dr Pete was introducing as he played with her little love-button. "The outside of your pussy feels perfectly normal, Lucy," Dr Pete said, although his voice sounded funny; she thought maybe he was catching a cold. "Now I'm going to finger your tight little...I mean...I need to examine the inside of your pussy. Is that okay?" "Yes please, um, I mean, that's okay, Dr Pete." Lucy turned her eyes down to the table, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She knew about feeling horny; she'd had fluttery feelings in her stomach from thinking about kissing a boy, but she'd never felt anything like this. Dr Pete had set her pussy on fire. She hadn't been lying about the dream, but compared to this, that wet, slippery feeling in her pussy after the dream was like a static shock off the carpet compared to sticking a 9V battery on your tongue. It was making her long for things she had never thought about, like holding Dr Pete's cock and maybe rubbing it on her pussy. And now he wanted to feel inside her pussy. That's called a finger-fuck, she thought. I'm about to get finger-fucked by Dr Pete. The thought made her light-headed and gave her a funny, tingly feeling in her stomach. She sensed some machine inside her, something that she had been born with, but which had laid dormant all of her life until this moment. Now the lights were coming on and it was starting up. She sensed an incredible life-force in this machine, something that could drive her to untold heights of happiness, better than a roller-coaster, better than sledding in the snow, better than a warm cuddle with her parents on a cold night. Finger-fuck me Dr Pete, she thought to herself. Give me your cock to hold and fuck me with your fingers. Stick them in my - and Lucy's inner voice baulked for a moment at the bad word - stick your fingers in my cunt. My wet, wet cunt. Thinking these sexy thoughts and rude words, a shiver of desire shook her tiny frame and her nipple hardened beneath the soft touch of Dr Pete's hand. "Oh, I'm sorry Lucy," he apologized, moving his hand down to the base of her rib cage. "Was I touching your breast? I shouldn't have been doing that." "Oh!" Lucy sounded disappointed. "Unless, you know, it was helping you take your mind off the examination of your pussy. I could keep touching them if it that makes you more comfortable." "Umm, yeah," Lucy agreed. "I am kind of, um, nervous. It couldn't hurt, right?" "If you want to unbutton your dress," he said, one finger now circling and probing her tiny entrance, testing its elasticity and prompting a steady stream of lubrication, which he spread around her glistening opening and along the length of his middle finger. "I could touch them on the skin - only if it made you more comfortable though." In a blur, Lucy had all four buttons of her school dress undone and her training bra pulled up over her small breasts. Bent over like this, they swelled to their best advantage and she took a quick peek down, hoping that Dr Pete would be impressed by her developing womanhood. He reached through the open vee of her dress and cupped her right breast, gently fingering her soft, white girl-flesh and testing its feather weight with his fingertips. "Wow!" he said. "You really are growing up. These are just like a grown-up's!" Lucy flushed with pride. She felt like a real grown-up too, with her hard nipples and tingling breasts, her steaming wet pussy and a real man just about to finger-fuck her - even if it was just a doctor doing an examination. Dr. Pete circled the pink nub of her nipple and then pinched it lightly, setting off little sparks of excitement that rushed through her pre-pubescent body and connected with the other sparks in her pussy, which Dr Pete was gradually opening up with his middle finger. Cupping her breast again with his fingers, he squeezed and molded its tiny perfection in his fingers until it was pink and singing with pleasure. "Try to relax, Lucy," he said softly. "I'm about to go inside your pussy." Relax? How could she relax while her head was swimming with new emotions and she was about to have a boy - well, a man - inside her for the very first time? Trying anyway, Lucy took a deep audible breath and let it out in a long, slow, sigh, consciously relaxing all the muscles from her stomach to her thighs. As she felt her pussy relax, Dr Pete's finger slipped inside her and she felt an amazing new sensation of resistance against the tight lips of her tiny opening. "That's right, angel. Perfect," Dr Pete breathed, slowly working his middle finger in and out of her virgin cunt. Going deeper, the thick knob of his knuckle passed through her opening and stretched her wider - making her gasp - only to close down tight on the fleshy base of his finger as he slid it all the way in. As if sensing her pleasure, Dr Pete came back to the knuckle and slowly worked it in and out, all the while tweaking the pink point of her nipple and bending his finger in her tiny cunt to touch a spot that left her feeling breathless. "Now, that's not so bad, is it?" asked Dr Pete. Lucy was holding her breath and pinching her eyes closed with the wonderful new sensations. It was all she could do to squeak an affirmative response. "You don't have to hide anything from me, Lucy," he said gently. "Sometimes an examination like this gives us strong feelings. Even if they're nice feelings, it's okay to let them out. It's completely natural, so let it out if you have to." "Ohhh!" Lucy released a long, passionate wail and goose bumps pricked all over her young body. "My pussy's going to explode! It's the best thing I've ever felt." "That's great, angel. Good for you. These sorts of thing can be pretty awkward and uncomfortable, so it can really make you feel better if you pretend." "What do you mean?" Lucy asked, panting. "Like you could pretend you were in that dream," he said. "And you could tell that boy all the things you wanted him to do." "What would I say?" Lucy breathed. "Well, you would tell him how it felt - you know, these things he was doing," he said. "You could say whatever you liked, really. You could even use swear words." "Like the eff-word?" she whispered. "Sure," he laughed. "You won't offend me. I'll just keep doing the examination of your pussy while you do it." "That might be funny-strange," Lucy said, thinking about it. "Can't you pretend with me?" "You mean pretend that I'm not really examining you?" he asked carefully. "Pretend like I'm the boy in your dream." "Mmm-huh," Lucy said eagerly. "Would you like me to do that?" "Yes please." "Hmm, okay," he said agreeably. "You start, Lucy." "Ummm," Lucy closed her eyes and concentrated on all the wonderful feelings in her body. "Play with my--" she paused, reconsidering the word. "Play with my titties," she groaned. "It feels nice when you touch them." "Oh, ah ... my turn ... okay," began Dr Pete. "Lucy, I love your little titties. They're so soft and perfect," he whispered. "I love to squeeze your nipples and make them go hard. I'm going to suck them and lick them all over." "Wow," breathed Lucy. "That sounded real. You're a good pretender." "Thanks Lucy," he said, still fucking her slowly with his finger. "Did you want to do some more?" "My pussy is all wet, Dr Pete," she moaned, getting straight back into her real-life role-play. "I'm so horny. Finger-fuck me. Finger-fuck my cunt." She pushed back on Dr Pete's finger, driving him deeper. "It feels so full! I want you to fuck me faster!" She heard Dr Pete's breathing pick up beside her and his slow gentle movements in her pussy did speed up a bit. "Lucy, your tight little cunt is a slice of heaven," he breathed. "When I'm done with my fingers, I'm going to fill your little cunt with cock and pump you so full of cum it runs down your legs." And then, still fucking her with his middle finger, he extended his ring finger so that it grazed along her clitoris with each stroke. Lucy cried out with the renewed contact on her tiny love-button. "Fuck me, harder, Dr Pete!" Dr Pete left off his examination for a moment and complied with Lucy's role-play, plunging deep into her cunt, all the way up to the webbing. After half a minute of getting her cunt pounded while she squealed and writhed on the table, pumping her hips to get him deeper, Dr Pete slowed back down and broke contact with her clitoris. "There," he said in his normal voice. "Does that feel better now you've let it all out?" "Uh, oh, uh," Lucy vocalized to the slowing strokes in her pussy as she came back from the precipice of what would have been her first orgasm. "Is it all over?" "Well, I still can't find anything wrong with your pussy," he said. "Everything feels just about perfect to me. I would like to check a bit deeper, though. Do you mind?" "I don't mind," Lucy said. "If you think it will help." "Hmmm. There's a perfect tool for doing examinations deep inside a girl's pussy," Dr Pete explained, "It can do everything I want, but I don't have one in your size." "Isn't it big enough to get all the way in?" Lucy asked, disappointment apparent on her face. "No, just the opposite," he said. "It's too big for a little girl. I can only use it with big girls." "But you said how I was growing up," Lucy complained, distressed. "Can't you try? Please?" "I can try if you like," Dr Pete relented. "But I'll have to pop your hymen?" "Pop it?" Lucy asked, curious. "Is it like a blister?" "A little bit," he considered. "But when you pop your hymen, blood comes out instead of pus." "My Mom's popped blisters for me before," Lucy said excitedly. "It hardly hurts at all and I don't even cry." "You're such a brave girl Lucy," he said. "I'll just get my tool out. You close your eyes and try to relax." Lucy did as she was told, listening to Dr Pete rummage in the drawers behind her, wondering if he could see her pussy beneath her school dress. She felt so exposed with her panties lying on the table and her legs spread so wide, but now instead of feeling self-conscious, all the new, wondrous emotions in her young body just made her feel excited and horny. While Dr Pete was still retrieving his big-girl's tool, Lucy took the opportunity to pull her dress up her hips until she felt the hem brush past her thighs. Now her pussy would be peeking out beneath and Dr Pete would see how wet and open and horny she was, and maybe he would do some more pretending while he examined her. She heard Dr Pete gasp as he moved in behind her with his special tool. "Oh Lucy," he breathed. "You don't need to be shy about your pussy; it's beautiful." He stroked it with his fingers, slipping one back inside, sending a fresh tingle of pleasure through her body. If Lucy had a tail, she'd be wagging it. She was so happy that Dr Pete had seen her pussy and liked it. "And there really is no hair at all, is there?", he said, pumping her slow and deep. It sounded like his cold was coming back. "Do you remember what it's like to have a vaccination, Lucy?" "Ummm, ye-yes," she said nervously. She didn't want Dr Pete to give her a needle. "Do you remember before you get a needle, you get a wet swab on your arm?" he asked. "It feels cold." "Mmm-huh." "Well before I use my tool, I need to swab your pussy," he said quietly, a funny sound in his voice. "But this one's not cold, it's warm." "Okay," Lucy said eagerly. Warm and wet contact against her warm, wet pussy sounded nice. Dr Pete didn't answer, but a moment later she felt him swabbing her - a thick, wet pad first sliding over the right side of her pussy, and then the left side, all the way down the full length of her young, hairless cunt. Lucy thought he was only going to swab the outside, but then she felt him touch her again with that warm, thick pad right in the middle this time and on the skin just above her virgin slit. She held her breath as he ever so slowly ran the swab down to her crevice, closer and closer to that special place, that hard little button that felt so sweet. And then he was touching it, pressing down firmly and dragging the swab over her button. Lucy cried out and tried with all her might not to buck her hips, to keep that wonderful pressure on her special place. And then Dr Pete's swab was coming back and circling it, making Lucy squeal and cry real tears of ecstasy until they ran down her cheeks as he swabbed her clitoris, and then the incandescent lining of her virgin opening, making sure he got into every fold of her young virgin cunt. When he finally stopped, Lucy took a shuddering breath and wiped her tears on the shoulders of her school dress. "I like that one better than the one before a needle, Dr Pete," she husked. "Me too, Lucy," he said quietly, stoking her pussy again with his fingers and working one back into her little opening. "Dr Pete?" "What is it, angel?" "Remember when we were pretending before?" she asked. "I do." "What's cum?" she asked. "I didn't understand that bit." "Well," he said. "It's stuff that comes out the end of a boy's cock when he's with a girl and they are doing sexy things together." "Like fucking?" she asked candidly. "Exactly like that." "Oh. Okay, that makes sense now," she said. "You were pretending you wanted to cum inside my pussy." "That's exactly what I was pretending, princess," he said. "Now, are you ready for my big tool?" "Mmm-huh," Lucy was excited and wagged her pussy back and forth. She couldn't wait to feel what Dr Pete's big tool felt like inside her pussy. She felt him move into position behind her and then something warm touched her open, shining slit. It felt strange, hard, but with a soft coating. Dr Pete slid it along the length of her young cunt, grazing her clitoris yet again and sending shivers of lust through her body, hardening her nipples and freezing her breath in her narrow chest. "This is fucking extraordinary," she heard Dr Pete whisper under his breath. "Is something wrong," Lucy said, her voice laced with concern. She longed for Dr Pete to plunge his tool into her pussy, why wasn't he doing it? "You're so wet, sweetie," Dr Pete said in that funny, choked up voice. "God, it's just running down my d... my tool like quicksilver. I'm not even going to need lube." Lucy didn't know what he meant, but she didn't think it really mattered either. He sounded happy, so she didn't think there was anything wrong. "I'm ready, Dr Pete," she said to encourage him. "I'm relaxing my pussy as much as I can" Dr Pete didn't answer, but he stopped rubbing up and down Lucy's slit and gently pressed the tip to her virgin entrance until she felt herself opening up. As he pushed harder, she could tell that it was MUCH bigger than his finger. She felt her pussy stretching and straining, and she started panting with the effort as it began to hurt. When it didn't feel like it could stretch any further, Dr Pete stopped. "Are you okay, Lucy? he asked. "Is it almost in?" she whimpered. "Because it's starting to hurt, now." "That's your hymen, angel," he explained. "I just need one last push to pop it, and then it will feel better." "Pop it now," she said, her voice breaking as one tear trickled down her cheek. "Okay," he whispered. "1 ... 2 ... 3!" Dr Pete pushed and Lucy felt something give in her pussy - a sharp stab of pain that was forgotten in a moment because the thick, hard shaft of Dr Pete's tool drove into her steaming wet canal. He tore open her tiny, hairless cunt like an early Christmas present. The untrained muscles of her vagina walls were forced so rudely back that they spasmed and contracted around his girth; ironically embracing this hot, thick presence even though they bucked and heaved to reject it. "Ohhhh myyyy Go-ooo-d," Lucy cried, her voice warbling with mingled pain and unrivalled ecstasy. She threw her head back and cried up to the ceiling, thick cords standing out on her neck while the knee of her one standing leg wobbled and threatened to spill her to the floor. Dr Pete held still inside her and, as Lucy's pussy muscles began to relax and release their hold on his tool, Lucy heard him take a shuddering, heaving breath. "Are you alright, Dr Pete?" she asked with concern. "Sure, angel," he breathed. "I just, I almost ca-- I thought for a moment you might be too small after all." "Did you get it all the way in?" she asked. "No, sweetie," he laughed. "It's only half way. I don't need to get it all the way in to finish the examination." "It feels like a baseball bat. How big is it?" "This one is eight inches, honey," he said. "But like I said, it's only for big girls; it won't all fit inside you." "Can you tell if there's anything wrong with me?" "Let me check," he said. "I need to get in a little deeper." But instead of going deeper, Dr Pete pulled out a little way, very slowly, and moved back into the same position. He did this again and then again, setting up a delicious friction that warmed the inside of Lucy's pussy. Keeping it slow, he began sliding a fraction deeper with each stroke, and after a dozen short thrusts, Lucy felt him touch a tender place deep in her core. "That's the place, Dr Pete!" she said excitedly. "You've found it! That's the place where my tummy aches." "Really?" said Dr Pete. He sounded surprised, which was strange, because he found it precisely where he was looking. "Mmm-huh!" Lucy nodded, her blonde plait flipping fetchingly between her shoulder blades. "Can you see what the matter is? How will you tell?" "Oh? Ahhh ..." he paused. "Well ... it has an eye at the end and ..." "YOU CAN SEE INSIDE MY PUSSY?" Lucy marveled. "What does it look like?" "It's beautiful, angel," he said softly "Tiny, tight and pink. It's perfect. Just totally perfect." "But what about my tummy ache?" she asked. "What's the matter?" Dr Pete shifted around inside her pulling fractionally back and then probing forwards again. "Noooo," he whispered to himself. "That can't be." "What is it?" "It's your cervix," he said, his voice filled with wonder. "It's soft and dilated. It feels ... I mean it looks ... it looks like it's over an inch dilated." "What's a cervix?" Lucy asked, curiosity overcoming the insistent, erotic buzz in her young pussy. "It's the opening to your womb," he explained. "Your uterus. It's supposed to be closed, but yours ... just ... isn't." Lucy didn't understand that explanation any better. "What can you see in there?" "Oh, um, nothing much. I can't see all the way in," Dr Pete stammered. "Why don't you look in there with your tool?" Lucy asked simply. "Oh, angel," he said regretfully. "The cervix is very sensitive, and yours would still need to stretch some more, sweetie. It would probably hurt a lot." "But why not try," she urged him breathlessly. "And if it hurts too much you can stop." "It would be good to get deeper," mused Dr Pete. "Are you sure?" "Sure!" said Lucy confidently. Her pussy felt so wonderfully, bulging full and she felt Dr Pete's tool probing at the threshold of a whole new experience, one where he could drive even deeper and make her feel fuller. She thought about the short thrust that opened her up the first time and tried to imagine him pushing even further, ramming double that length into her straining young pussy. Lucy shook with the anticipation and waited for Dr Pete to decide. "Okay," he said. "Tell me the moment this hurts, won't you? The very moment!" "I will," she breathed. Dr Pete edged back into place and pushed gently. Lucy felt the sweet friction of his thick tool sliding through her straining, wet entrance, and deeper inside she felt just a bit of discomfort, but it wasn't really any worse than her regular tummy ache. She felt him pushing, pushing, building up pressure against that sensitive place deep inside her, and then just as it was with her hymen, he broke through her resistance and she felt him drive impossibly deep into her core, up into her stomach, it seemed. Lucy felt a hard bump against the straining, yawning, pink hole of her pussy as Dr Pete rammed his thick, grown-up tool all the way into her womb, the two of them grunting in unison at the contact. Lucy felt an electric buzz along the hot, throbbing length in her pussy, and somewhere in the middle where the pain had been before, she now felt only a hot ball of pressure that threatened to explode with pleasure. She felt on the verge some new, extraordinary experience. She squeezed her eyes shut and prayed that Dr Pete would fuck her with his tool, that he would slide it thickly through that molten ball of a pressure, building it up and up, hotter and hotter until it burst. "Dr Pete," she rasped, struggling for breath. "Can you see what's wrong with my pussy yet?" "Yes, angel," he said. Dr Pete sounded a bit breathless too. "But I think I can make you feel better; I just need to give you a shot of medicine in your pussy." "No!" she cried, not yet wanting him to remove the delicious, thick tool from her pussy. "I hate needles." "This one's not a needle, sweetie," he soothed her. "I can give you the shot just like this, but it needs to be all the way inside." Lucy didn't answer; she was still nervous about the possibility of getting a shot, even though Dr Pete said he would use the lovely thick tool that was already inside her. "Is that okay," he asked. "I guess so," she said. "You just made me nervous when you said you'd give me a shot." "Do you want to do some more pretending?" he asked kindly. "To take your mind off the medicine." "Uh huh!" Lucy agreed, shivering with excitement. The thought of sexy pretending with Dr Pete like they did before sent a new surge of longing through her pussy. "Okay," he said. "What do you want to pretend this time?" "The same one as before!" Lucy said immediately, thinking about the way Dr Pete made her feel like a grown up when he said he wanted to fill her with cum. "Where you said you were going to cum in my pussy." "Okay," Dr Pete agreed quickly. "Do you want to start?" He began to slowly pump Lucy's pussy, pulling just out of her womb and then pushing thickly back in. "My pussy feels so tight and full," Lucy moaned. "Fuck me harder. Fuck me with your thick cock." Dr Pete closed both hands around her waist, so small his fingers almost met at her belly button, and using her hips for leverage, he took longer and longer strokes, sliding all the way out so that Lucy's tiny wet cunt sat stretched and open, gasping like a landed fish from the massive thickness of his tool. He drove into her, ploughing through the tight, hot embrace of her young pussy and into the thick, sucking wetness of her womb, slamming into the thin padding of her small, round ass. Lucy closed her eyes again and had no trouble imagining Dr Pete's cock pounding her pussy. With both hands on her hips, she figured he was holding the tool between his legs, and that meant the weight slamming into her ass with every stroke was his groin. "Squeeze me Lucy," Dr Pete gasped. "Squeeze your cunt muscles." In her mind, Lucy could see Dr Pete pound his eight-inch cock into her, his balls swinging and slapping into the soft mound of her pubis while he gripped her hips and ground the root of his dick against her swollen, pink hole. The image was so perfect and it felt so real. She bore down with her cunt and squeezed hard. Dr Pete must have felt the resistance against his tool because he cried out again. "That's it. Squeeze your little cunt. Make me cum." That tingling, burning feeling that had been building in her pussy finally crested and Lucy felt it opening like a flower, spilling out light and heat and the purest, distilled sensation of perfect joy. "Something's happening," Lucy cried. "It feels ..." she couldn't finish the sentence; the sensation overtook her and she squealed with orgasmic release. "Hold on Lucy," Dr Pete gasped. "Here comes your shot." Tightening his grip around her tummy, Dr Pete gave three final thrusts, each one lifting Lucy off the step, impaled and coming, her head spinning with light and sound while the volcano of her cunt flooded her core with furnace heat. And then she felt Dr Pete pumping his medicine into her, thick and hot it squirted through her womb and flood back out her pussy. She heard the slick, wet sounds of Dr Pete's thrusting tool ringing sweetly in her ears as some of it pumped out her incandescent hole and ran down her leg. Her heart racing, Lucy slowly came down from her orgasm and felt Dr Pete pull his tool wetly from her pussy, followed by a hot flood as more medicine ran from her gaping hole. "I think some of the medicine ran out, Dr Pete," she breathed, lowering her stretched, aching leg from the table down to the step, standing bow-legged, her pussy still echoing with phantom sensations of the thick, hot shaft that had just torn apart her innocence. "That's okay, angel," he said, stoking her tiny, round ass. You can always come back for another treatment if that one doesn't work. Squeezing her thighs together and feeling the hot medicine squirt wetly from her hole, Lucy thought that sounded like a wonderful idea. [email protected] (2014)

Prologue While I was recuperating from major surgery the last five months, I didn't have the energy to sit at my desk and write my usual long stories. I would tire easily and not be as sharp minded as before. My dear friend and fellow published author, Vince Berg http://vincentberg.net/ (author of apocalypse novels), suggested I write short stories in order to keep my skills tuned and mind active in writing. I hope you will enjoy these five stories, I have several more that will follow in a series under the Short Teaser Stories title numbered accordingly. Please let me know how I did writing under the influence of heavy drugs! haha Enjoy! Rob Loveboy (Robert Colt) My Body is Mine to Share By Rob Loveboy Edits by Len Homber I don't care what anybody says, I'm tired of hearing how boys my age aren't capable of being sexual. My name is Colin, I'm fourteen and having sex with a forty-two year-old man because I fucking like it. Christopher has been very good to me, he looks after me. We met through the Big Brothers Association when I was eleven, I was having consensual sex with him when I was twelve. It started when Chris took me to the mountains for the long weekend in July. We had taken a shower together, the first time we saw each other naked ... and I was very curious about the male anatomy, especially a man. I had no father or older brothers like most boys to see another male naked. I got an erection and was embarrassed and tried to hide it. Chris noticed and laughed telling me it was okay, all guys got hard. I witnessed his three-inches expanding to a shocking seven or eight inches. He had big balls that hung really low. He gave me a hug and I felt his virility on my chest, so warm it was. Chris towelled me dry, I liked the attention he gave my privates. My mother often said never to let anyone touch me down there, Chris only did so with the towel but he had a hand on my bum. I saw him get into the bed naked and wanted to be just like him and didn't bother with my pajamas, Chris smiled at me making me feel proud and grown up. We lay under the covers naked watching television, I found it kinda nice never having slept naked before. I was still hard and from what I saw tenting the covers, Chris still had a boner, as well. When I felt his hand on my inner thigh, chills ran through my body. I had the distinct feeling he was going to touch me intimately where my mom said no one should. I spread my legs a little indicating he could feel me if he wanted, his touch on my cock was electrifying. He hand was warm wrapped around my shaft and when he said I could touch him, I didn't hesitate. We felt each other up a long time. I was about four-inches hard with a large mushroom cap, hairless still, but Chris told me it would grow in anytime soon and that he trimmed his and shaved his balls, "Manscaping," he called it. "Do you know about masturbation, Colin?" he asked in a whisper. Through schoolyard scuttle-butt I was vaguely aware of the term, but never quite understood exactly what it was other than touching yourself which I did often in bed because it felt nice. "Not really." I replied. "I can show you if ya want." he kicked down the covers exposing both of us, took his big cock in hand and pumped it. "All guys do this ... try it." I couldn't take my eyes off him stroking his dick and we were soon doing it together by the glow of the television long forgetting about the movie we were watching. I was thrilled, it felt very nice indeed and made me feel much older. When he asked if we could do it to each other, I was more than eager, his hand felt warm and his cock in my hand was exciting. I knew a little about sperm and asked about the clear liquid leaking from his pee slit. "That's precum ... spread it over my cock and make it all slippery so as your hand glides up and down." He explained why precum happened and wasn't quite semen, that I would see semen very soon if I kept pumping his cock. Of course I was curious and when it happened I was mesmerized watching the white gooey stuff squirt up and land on his stomach in blotches. "Feel it if ya want." Chris offered. I did, even smelled it off my hand that was coated in it.Truly a hands-on sexual education I would never get in school. Chris continued to beat my cock and I felt a weird sensation that made my body spasm and my toes curl. Chris laughed telling me I had a dry orgasm once I recovered. I was very proud, as was he. I slept with my head in the crook of his neck and his arm around my back gently massaging it. Never had I felt loved like I was that night, it enhanced our relationship from then on. We toured the mountains that day, they were spectacular. We skinny dipped at a private lake Chris knew about and we masturbated each other then drying off in the sun ... I loved his cock even more. That night we showered together soaping each other up, both erect paying lots of attention to washing our genitals. In bed Chris kissed me on the lips and told me he loved me. I rolled my tongue over his after telling him I loved him, too. Chris settled between my legs ... my first blowjob that older boys at school seemed to be obsessed with never stop talking about wanting one and jokingly asking other guys to do it, I was twelve and getting one ... and it was fantastic! Chris must have spent over an hour sucking and jerking me off, I finally experienced the second orgasm, Chris' eyes lit up and said he tasted something, we high-fived, I was in my glory. Of course, I wanted to suck him off. I loved his cock in my mouth, he tasted a little metallic and his musky scent was very nice, manly. Soon after, I felt his cock twitch in my mouth and taste his semen as it coated my mouth. I can't say I liked the bitter taste, but I swallowed it all and sucked the last drops from him. Weeks later, Chris made love to me one night at his apartment. It hurt like hell but I never asked him to stop, it was what he wanted and I wasn't about to deny him his pleasure. I fucked him afterwards, Chris never made me do anything he wouldn't do himself. I was sure my mom knew that our relationship wasn't typical, I spent a lot of time sleeping over at his place. One night there was a snow storm and Chris slept over. I insisted he share my bed and not sleep on the sofa. We didn't have anal sex that night, we were both much too vocal and rough. My mother knocked once and walked in that morning, Chris and I were having oral sex. I begged my mom not to call the cops, not even covering up as a pleaded telling her I loved Chris. I hated her after seeing Chris led out in handcuffs. The court wouldn't listen that I was a willing participant, the judge said I was too young to know any better. Chris went to prison for ten years. I became quite the hoodlum, shop lifting, stealing money from my mom's purse and flunking school. Everyone blamed my behaviour on my sexual abuse, I blame it on a broken heart. THE END ... Feedback loved [email protected] Visit my website for more Loveboy stories robloveboy.ca ________________________________________ Raising our Sexally Aware Son By Rob Loveboy Edits by Len Homber My wife Jan and I had a very liberal outlook on sex and we were determined that our young son, Adam, would also grow up with a healthy knowledge about sex as he was getting older. When most parents scolded their sons for touching themselves, we encouraged him when he started discovering his penis. The clinical name for it is juvenile masturbation and all boys begin touching themselves at a very young age. "It feels nice, doesn't it Adam. Daddy likes feeling his, too." I advised him the first time he had his hand inside his pants. "But you shouldn't do that when other people are around except mummy and me." When parents warned their kids not to let anyone touch them down there, we explained it was okay if he knew the person. Adam liked to sit on my lap in the recliner watching television. I often massaged him inside his pajama bottoms and he loved it. He was learning that other people can give pleasure to his genitals. I liked the soft innocence of his penis and small testicles. Jan and I often walked around the house naked, or took him to shower with us. Adam learned a great deal about male and female anatomy and to never be ashamed of his own body. He was never shy about it as he grew up even into his teen years. Parents sex lives changed when they had kids. Ever since Adam could walk, we never stopped our lovemaking if he walked into our bedroom or slept with us.The last thing we wanted was Adam being misinformed about sex from other uneducated boys in the school yard. When Adam was nine, I gave him a hands-on lesson on the virtues of jerking off. We had long since dropped the clinical terms and taught him the slang terms. Completely naked, I laid down beside him in his bed and jerked myself off encouraging him to watch and learn. He was amazed by my cum squirting over my body, I even had him feel the texture. "When you're a little older, you'll be able to make cum, too." I explained. The next night he asked if he could jerk me off. I allowed him explaining about mutual masturbation followed by oral sex, blowjobs. He would grow up with an open mind toward gay sex as an alternative pleasure. I bought a small penis-shaped dildo and a bottle of personal lube and showed him how to use it to enhance his pleasure when he jerked off. Teaching him about anal sex could wait, however, the penis dildo would serve as a good beginning. His next lessons were up to Jan, heterosexual sex when Adam turned eleven. We brought him into our bed and had him watch us make love many times, however, he was going to be an active participant. His cock was developing nicely in length and width, puberty had set in. He practised oral sex on Jan learning about the vagina and clitoris using his fingers and tongue. Jan claimed he was actually a very good lover after he learned how to use his cock when fucking and size had nothing to do with it. We had three-way sex several times a week, gay and straight oral foreplay before making love to Jan. Not long after his twelfth birthday, he told us he wanted to have sex with his best friend Travis who was sleeping over that night. "As long as Travis is okay with it, why not?" I advised him "But never force anybody to have sex." We were pleased that Adam accepted gay sex. He often came home from school confused because the other boys used it to insult others. Adam soon turned a deaf ear on the slanderous statements made by the ignorant, Jan and I taught him well. Jan gave me hell for having an ear against Adam's bedroom door several times that night. I was extremely curious if he got into Travis' pants. I had given him a bisexualy porn CD to perhaps create the ambiance and hopefully make it easier for Adam to get into Travis' pants. I truly believed it would be healthy for the boys to have a sexual relationship, it would likely be many years before they got girlfriends, but they could enjoy each other's body and be sexually satisfied, surely their lives would be enhanced and never sexually frustrated as I was all my teen years. The next morning I was sitting at the table drinking coffee and reading the newspaper when I saw Adam come out of his room in the nude and head to the bathroom. I couldn't resist a peek inside the bedroom. What I saw made me smile. Travis was sleeping on his tummy in Adam's bed and not on the floor in a sleeping bag. The covers were listing slightly and I could see his bare hip and thigh ... he was obviously naked. One more thing caught my eye, the bottle of lube was on the night table, I knew in my heart my son had been fucked. I hurried back to the table hearing the toilet flush. Adam waved before going back in his room and closing the door. The boy's slept until after lunch before raiding the fridge wearing only their underwear. Travis certainly sported a nice package in his tight briefs. I never questioned Adam on what took place with Travis, I didn't want to pry, sex was his business only. We started seeing more of Travis around the house and sleeping over ... my son had a fuck-buddy and for that I was happy. Adam began dating girls when he was fifteen. What other parent would allow a boy to take a girl into his bedroom for sex, Adam was soon doing that with Jan and my blessings. I had taught him how to use a condom when he was thirteen and bought him a box. Jan and I loved seeing his used condoms in the trash can in his room. We knew then that we had lost him from our bed, however, we were certain he was a great lover ... he had been taught very well. THE END ... Feedback loved [email protected] Visit my website for more Loveboy stories robloveboy.ca _____________________________________________ Survival Guide to Juvenile Detention By Rob Loveboy Edits by Len Homber Detention homes for boys are supposed to rehabilitate troubled youth, or so they would like the general public to believe. My first night there three older boys forced me to blow them in the dorm bunk-house in front of several other guys. I was thirteen then and would be securely housed for three years after being accused of molesting a nine year old neighbours boy who liked sucking me off, he would ask for it even. We would fool around in his garage after school. Yes, I admit I came on to him at first minding him one night, but he was an equal player and liked me blowing him. He was taking a bath and I stripped and joined him, he liked my hard cock and pubic hair, I sat on the edge of the tub and had him blow me, which he did without the slightest complaint. I came in his mouth and then returned the favor on his two inch dick. Our sex went on for weeks, my mistake was attempting to fuck him. I had a fairly thick cock and didn't think to use lubricant, I ripped his rectum and he bled in his undies. His mom found the bloodied undies and I guess a doctor found he had been penetrated. I was arrested and that's that. I wasn't queer, only curious, and Nickie was easily manipulated. I sucked the three fifteen and sixteen year-old teens off one by one, I didn't want any more punches to the head. They came in my mouth adding to my humiliation I thought that I would be it and left alone thereafter. How wrong I was. I was raped by boys nightly, held down and fucked repeatedly until I was raw and bleeding. The male nurse never even asked what happened, not that I would rat out the guys, that would only make matters worse. One night three guards ordered me and two others out of bed and took us to the basement. The men talked nonchalantly about overtime and family lives leading us down stairs. When I asked what they wanted almost in tears, the man who was in front of me said, "A blowjob, what the hell did ya think?" the men all laughed opening their black uniform pants and shoving us to our knees. Having no choice again, I sucked Mel's cock, of course, the other boys complied. After they'd had their way and cum, we were led back to the dorm. An older boy took me aside the next day and said, "Ya gotta find a guard who likes you and no other guards will touch you." I was fully aware of what he was insinuating and kept his advice in mind., but how did a guy find a protector? I had an idea. One thing I did have in my favor was that I was a good looking blond and blue eyed kid with a decent size cock. I rang the night guard in the middle of the night to take me to the bathroom for a piss. Carl was a man in his fifties and seemed nice. I pulled down my underwear to below my ass and fondled myself. I had my back to him, but he could see my arm movement and knew I was jerking off. He came up behind me and reached for my hard cock. "Nice." he said. I could feel his erection pressing into my back through his pants. I rubbed up against it suggestively. I heard him unbuckle and the zipper being lowered, meanwhile he was all hands groping my ass and balls. I then felt his warm cock on my back and even felt it leaking precum. I next felt his cock gliding over the crack of my ass, I bent over the urinal supporting myself with two hands on the porcelain, my underwear fell to the floor just before I took the stance. Carl had to bend his knees in order to fuck me, his hands on my shoulders for support. He rammed his cock into my rectum, I hadn't seen it, but I knew it was large. He pushed, retracted, and pushed again until he had a few inches buried, then he rammed it into me. I screamed in pain throwing my head back, Carl seemed pleased saying, "Take it kid ... damn, you have a tight ass. All you new boys do." Carl continued to jerk me off while he fucked me, I thought my knees would give out and collapse to the floor. It hurt like hell but i never complained. "God, I love your cock, Carl. Much better than the boys in the dorm." I could tell he was pleased, his thrusts increased and he was panting like a dog. Carl screamed out when he came deep inside me, after a few more strokes he pulled out and refastened his pants, I pulled up my underwear feeling his cum seep out while I was bent.over I turned to face him and said trying to sound sincere, "Thank you, sir. You have a nice cock ... I wanna suck it." I knew it was all worthwhile when he said, "You're my boy-bitch now, slut. Now let me watch you jerk off." I wasn't expecting that, I complied having no choice and five minutes later I came over the black tiled floor as he played with my balls. "Very nice ... now lick it up." I was disgusted, Carl was a pig, but I got on my hands and knees and licked my cum off the floor, some of it dropped on his shoe and I licked that off, as well. He was pleased with that, I licked his other shoe clean of dust to show him how submissive I could be hating every minute of it. Carl took me back to the room and I went to sleep disgusted with myself, his cum still leaking from my hole. The next night he took me to a room in the basement, there were several mattresses on the floor and two other men having sex with boys, one looked to be eleven or twelve. Carl thought is would be fun to watch us three boys in an oral sex orgy, the men jerked off watching until they got bored with and had us them off. Carl indeed had a large cock, it was a mouth full, my hand could barely get around his hairy balls. Carl worked four-day weeks, he would come to my room and get me and take me downstairs for sex. There were always one or two men with their bitches, I was intimidated at first blowing him before he fucked me. Sometimes the men would swap their bitches or get together for an orgy, mostly the boys doing each other at first and getting fucked after. It was all worthwhile, men left me alone and over time, boys moved on to newbies, even I started abusing the newbies, it was expected among the ranks. I left that boys home a very angry teenager. I joined a gang and became a banger, sometimes we would rape the enemy to degrade them. I stole from stores and snatched old ladies purses ... was I rehabilitated after three years of sexual abuse? What a joke! THE END ... Feedback loved [email protected] Visit my website for more loveboy stories robloveboy.ca ___________________________________________________ But I'm Not Gay By Rob Loveboy Edits by Len homber "You blow me and all my homeboys and I'll see to it that guys leave ya alone at school from now on." offered sixteen year old Matt Wilkinson leader of a gang of thugs that controlled Egmont High School, population 1,750 students. Fourteen year-old Shelly Fischer wasn't gay, far from it, but since the day he attended Egmont's junior - senior high he was bullied and labelled a fag because of his name and looks. He tried to instil his proper name, Sheldon, after years of being called Shelly by friends and family, it was too late, his pet name stayed with him starting first year junior high. He was also somewhat feminine looking, long blonde hair and fine facial features. Strangers often mistook him for a girl. He cut his hair short against his mom's wishes, once again, it was too late. Sheldon had a girlfriend since elementary school, Debra. She dumped him soon after school began people began to call her a fag-hag. His few friends also abandoned him afraid of their own reputations by associating with him. The following year of junior high was no different, if not worse. He often went home black and blue and sometimes bleeding. His mom wanted to go to the school administrators, Shelly thought it would only make matters worse and insisted she didn't, he wasn't ratting out names so she had no firm grounds to lodge a complaint. Egmont was a regional school, there were no others to transfer to without travelling a great distance by several transit buses. Sheldon had no problems finding girlfriends in grades five and six, they thought he was cute and cool. Girls wouldn't give him the time of day in high school, after all, he was a fag trying to pretend he wasn't. He loved basketball and had medals earned over the years, however, try outs were denied, the coach listened to his team and didn't want any internal animosity within the team. Soccer try outs had the same result. Sheldon ended up in gymnastics. After gym showers three times a week were the worst. Boys flicked him with towels, several would squeeze his balls so hard he would double over in pain, the gym teacher did nothing. Sheldon's mom finally had him excused from gym class for medical reasons she made up. Thus, he had to give up gymnastics as well. Sheldon didn't use the washrooms, they were dangerous territory. More than once, a kid would say Shelly was looking at him using the urinal, He had his head dunked in toilets or beaten up. Using a stall didn't help, they would be waiting for him. One private handicap washroom was his salvation. Matt Wilkinson made his offer again outside the cafeteria, a blowjob for protection along with his countless followers. Sheldon told him to fuck off and was punched in the face causing a bleeding lip. Sheldon often thought about suicide, end his torment once and for all. Then he would think about his mom and gramma who would be devastated. He began to think giving blowjobs was the only way he would survive until graduation four years later. He found Matt alone at his locker between classes. "Okay, I'll do it if ya promise leave me alone and call off your goons." he said, unable to look at the pimple covered face. Mat was at a loss for words, Matt thought he looked excited. His eyes widened and for the first time, Sheldon saw him smile. When he came to his senses, he said, "About time you smartened up, faggot. Here I was, trying to be nice to ya offering something you like doing anyway." he smiled, Sheldon clearly saw the older teen's hand pull at his jeans to what had to be to adjust his inflating cock. After a moment of awkwardness, Sheldon said, "After school, the south wing handicapped washroom on the second floor." Sheldon didn't want Matt to pick the location for fear that his henchmen would be near. Matt thought for a moment red faced, then smiled, "Sounds like a good place to me buddy.: he turned and found the books he was looking for as if he had was agreeing to meet for a soda. Sheldon had a gut feeling that Matt was more excited than he portrayed, he turned away because his cock was hard that didn't fail to notice down his left leg from his side angle view causing him to shiver at the size wondering what he just committed himself to. It was also obvious the Matt had never had a blowjob before, Sheldon had never seen him with a girlfriend ... Matt wasn't much of a looker with his crooked nose, pockmarked face, and chubby body. So forcing a guy to blow him and some of his other homely misfits, he saw as an alternative without them feeling shame, a blowjob was a blowjob indiscriminate of who administered it. Sheldon barely heard a word the teachers said for the next three periods. He was beginning to regret what he got himself into trying to decide if he should show up at the private washroom or not. His stomach churned, he thought he might be sick at the reality of giving a guy a blowjob. Hell, he didn't even know how, only the theory of it based on pictures he saw and schoolyard scuttlebutt. He also feared Matt Wilkinson wasn't at all serious and was setting him up for the fall by showing up for their sordid meeting and the guys would be waiting to laugh at him convinced then that he was a fag. He was in a no win situation. Shelly peered around the corner of a hallway intersection watching the private bathroom and observing the crowds looking for anyone milling about, especially Matt and his henchmen. With all the guts he he could muster, he walked to the door with the caution of a cat watching a bird to pounce on. He tried the door finding it unlocked and dared a peek inside the room. It was empty. Shelly hurried inside and locked the door, he was sweating profusely. Long minutes went by, a few people tried the door handle, however the frightened teen thought that Matt would at least knock. He sat on the toilet and listened to students shuffling through the hallway in loud conversations, his eyes fixed on the door nervously grasping his upper thighs to the point they hurt. Shelly's blood turned cold when he heard three light raps on the door. His trembling turned to shaking as he walked toward the door. He unlatched the deadbolt and stood back several feet. Bile rose in his throat when he saw the longish silver scroll-handle inch downward and in walked Matt quickly locking the door behind him. With a smile Matt said in a friendly tone, "Hey, Shelly. You look like you've seen a ghost." Shelly remained silent unable to look Matt in the eye, where he was looking was not intentional, a lapse in better judgment. Matt began unbuckling his jeans. "Glad to see you made it here ... really didn't think you would." he said, the smile still on his face, opening his fly. "But I'm sure glad you came to your senses after all ... I really didn't wanna have to beat you up, ya know?" Shelly saw the teen's cock bulging his boxer briefs in the vee of the opening before Matt slipped his tight jeans down to his lower thighs, large balls were seen next filling the material under Matt's upright erection contained in much the same way. Matt hooked his thumbs in the waistband, no longer smiling he said, "Get on yer knees, Shelly, your safety now on depends on it." Those final words were the reason he was there, no more bullying ... if Matt was true to his words. Knee by knee they made contact with the tiles and Matt pulled his underwear down to meet his Jeans, Matt's chubby six-inch cock sprung free and bobbed once or twice before pointing straight at Shelly's face. Matt's balls were large, they didn't hang much, held tighter to his groin. "Come on. buddy. Lets make a deal ... I don't have all day." Shelly closed his eyes and took the bulbous head in his mouth not touching the shaft with his hands. Matt's last class must have been gym, he tasted and smelled like soap, Shelly was grateful for that. He thought it might be as dirty as what he was doing. Matt forced Shelly's head further down his shaft, "Suck it, faggot, or else I'll stick it up yer ass and listen to you bawl." Although Shelly never thought about it until then, he didn't have any doubt Matt would do it. He began sucking moving his tight mouth across the shaft and back, Matt began face fucking him. Using his hand at the base prevented the cock going too deep and choking him. It was over before Shelly knew it, Matt held his hair tight and was cumming in his mouth. After wiping the droplets over Shelly's face, Matt pulled up his underwear and jeans. "Until the next time." Matt said and was out the door. Shelly washed his face and his mouth out, he had never been so humiliated in his life. He began to cry, his mouth over the spigot rinsing his mouth over and over again until the taste of Matt was finally expunged. "Until the next time," was the very next afternoon and every day the rest of the week. However, Matt was including a different one of his followers each day to participate. By week's end, Shelly had sucked four other guys off other than Matt. Matt seemed to enjoy sitting on the toilet seat stroking his cock as he watched his buddies getting off before he took his turn using Shelly's mouth. Feedback loved [email protected] Visit my website for more loveboy stories robloveboy.ca _____________________________________________ Daddy Dearest Abuse By Rob Loveboy Edits by Len Homber All rights reserved Dedicated to victims of sexual abuse Cory Clarke was eleven years old and an only child. He was hiding under his bed; it was Friday night knowing his father would come into his room looking for him. Cory dreaded weekends deathly afraid of his old man's beatings if he didn't quite please dear old dad. Sure enough, Cory caught a glimpse of the man when he opened the door, he was naked carrying a belt as usual. He would want a blowjob and then fuck Cory, all done with the belt around his neck very tight to ensure he was a good boy and obeyed orders. His dad looked in the closet calling his name, "Cory, come out, come out wherever you are, I'll find you and you'll be in big trouble and force me to punish you with the belt." Cory's mother had passed away when he was eight, that's when the sexual abuse started, Walter Clarke turned to the bottle. "You look so much like your mother ...," he would always say. The first time it happened Cory woke up to his father sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand was inside Cory's pajamas fondling him. The night light showed that his father was naked rubbing his huge penis up and down. He then got Cory to do it for him. "All boys do this for their dads." he said. He was too young to know that wasn't true. Thinking it was normal, he jerked his dad off fascinated by the white stuff that shot out of his pee hole. Walter went to his own room. That became a common occurrence over weekends, Cory did enjoy the feel of the man masturbating him, they would lie side by side and do each other. Cory would then clean up his father and hand with his tongue. "It's good for you, Cory. Make you big and strong, otherwise you'll never get bigger." he said. "If it makes babies in ladies it must be good stuff, right?" All was fine until Cory mentioned it to his best friend, Jacob, who looked at him funny and said he never did that with his dad. After a few more inquiries to other boys, he realized what he and his dad were doing wasn't normal. The next week he refused to comply. That's when matters got worse and his father forced him to perform oral sex on him. Cory had welts all over his body from the belt before he gave in to the demands and lie between his father's legs. Whenever he scraped his teeth on the shaft, he would get lashes with the belt until he learned how to do it properly. Walter even had Cory suck his balls, again he suffered if he accidently bit a testicle too hard causing his dad to yelp. Walter would squeeze his nuts painfully. "You're not even trying, you little bastard." Cory became very efficient at it in no time learning that if he masturbated the base of Walter's cock and felt his balls, he would cum quicker and his hand acted as a barrier from being gagged and it would be over with sooner. Anal sex followed a few weeks later. It hurt like hell and Cory would complain. That's when Walter looped the belt around Cory's neck and choked him if he cried. Cory would bite his pillow and grasp the head of the mattress as his father pounded away mercilessly until he was ready to cum and force his dirty cock in Cory's mouth to finish him off. Walter began to call the boy a faggot, queer, cock sucker because Cory was pretending to like the abuse. One night he drove Cory to a park and let men use him while he watched to teach him a lesson for being queer. Cory sucked and got fucked by many men, but at least they were gentle. Being rebellious and spike his father, he would ride his bike to the park and have sex with men for money, twelve year old boys were a hot commodity for most men who cruised the park. One summer day Cory molested a six year old neighbour's boy in the garage forcing the kid to suck him off and fuck him. Timmy's mother caught them and all hell broke loose. Cory was sent to a reform school where he endured more abuse from older boys and adults. He ran away from home when he was fourteen. Life on the street wasn't easy, he turned to hustling men or having free sex for a meal and a bed. He met a man at a cafe who claimed to have very popular actors and politicians who paid a lot of money to have sex with boys. Harry, became his pimp living at an all male brothel entertaining men in hotels or homes. He was taken to mansions were the rich and famous held orgies with many boys as young as seven years-old. Cory was star struck by many of the men who attended those parties that he had sex with. He fucked a woman for the first time, her and her hubby liked sharing boys. He found pussy disgusting, but they paid a lot for his services. Cory discovered drugs readily available at these orgy parties, whatever the boys wanted. By the age of fifteen, he was a addicted and the heroin began to take a toll on his good looks and income, he ended up back home with dad after he was arrested for soliciting and was returned home. Walter had his slut-boy home and continued where he left off raping his son Fridays and Saturdays, however, Cory was used to sex by then. He got his just reward giving the old man HIV he contracted in the park, Walters weak immune system from the booze killed him two years later. Cory got treatment and survived the disease inheriting the house and his father's money. He met an older man and they became lovers, Cory was finally happy with his life. THE END ... Feedback loved [email protected] Please visit my website for more Loveboy stories robloveboy.ca

My Boyfriend, My Little Brother, and Me Gay, T,T,b, By Rob Loveboy Edited by Anon I was in a 69 with my friend, Cole, the night we almost got caught. I was 14, Cole was 15, and we had been having sex since I met him at Johnny Cline's birthday party a few months ago. Johnny's parents were really cool. They knew that boys will be boys and indulge in booze from time to time, and prefered their kids to drink at home where at least they knew where they were, and they were relatively safe. Obviously booze was permitted at Johnny's 16th birthday party. I saw Cole from across the room. He was new to our school, having only just moved here. He had dirty blond hair, hazel eyes, and always seemed to display a smile. He appeared to be popular with the girls at the party and danced with many. I introduced myself to him and we chatted about various things, mostly school. As any stranger to a new environment, he had many questions about the city. "Back in a minute, Cole. I gotta take a piss," I excused myself. "I'm coming too. All the beer I drank needs to be relieved, badly." Someone was using the bathroom and we had to wait. "I'm gonna to piss my pants," I said and pounded on the door after a lengthy wait. "Hurry up in there, please?" The door finally opened and Trevor Morgan and Cathy White exited. Trevor wore a smug grin on his face that explained what the two were doing, tying up the bathroom. I ran in and unzipped, hauling my cock out before it exploded. Shocked, Cole was right behind me and stood next to me searching for his own cock. He smiled, and said, "Dude, we gotta share cuz I can't wait another second." I'm normally very pee-shy, never using urinals, opting for toilets instead. But right then, modesty wasn't a factor as I was already streaming into the bowl. "Nice cock, dude." said Cole smiling. "I'm a grower, not a shower." Guys don't normally compliment other guys on such intimate things. I showered after gym class with many guys, and the only comments made were to insult a kid who didn't measure up or was still hairless. Bewildered as I was, I took Cole's comment with pride. "Thanks," was all I could say...what else was there to say other than accuse him of being a fag! Until he said that I had made a point of not looking at his dick. I took a look; his cock was long and fat, perhaps three-inches exposed from his fly, with thumb and index finger pointing it at the target. "Yours is pretty thick, dude," I dared say. I experienced a strange aura between us. We had both finished peeing, taking extra time to shake off the dribbles and gawking at each other's tool. A knock on the door caused us to quickly tuck and zip. The look on Randal Spencer's face when the two of us walked out was nothing short of quizzical and perhaps speculative. "We both had to go real bad, dude...so we doubled up," Cole said, laughing it off. My face felt flushed and I hoped I wasn't looking embarrassed...although I had no reason to be. We rejoined the party and had a few more beers. A few girls all but threw themselves at him. I left him to chat them up and joined a group of other guys. I couldn't help looking over at him every so often...and I swear he was looking back at me every time! My attraction to Cole was abnormal. I wasn't gay. At one o'clock in the morning, Johnny's mother broke up the party telling everyone it was time to go home. Some of the guys were staying overnight, but Cole and I were not part of that group. I knew he lived across town and would be taking the bus. He looked a little drunk. I only lived a block away and invited him to stay at my house, which he happily agreed to. My bedroom was in the basement. I had a bathroom with shower and a small sitting room with a television. All mom asked is that I keep it clean, which I did. It was my grandfather's quarters before he died. I loved my privacy from the rest of the house, only going upstairs for meals and socializing with my family. I adored my 10-year-old brother and always made time to play with him. "Dude...this is incredible," Cole said looking around. "Wish I had something like this. Fucking privacy from my parents and little brothers." "Yeah, I like it a lot." Cole opened his jeans and produced four beers he snagged from the party. "Fucking things are freezing my cock and balls off." He never bothered to do up this jeans. I laughed, "Way to go, dude." The chances that my parents would come downstairs were almost non-existent, although my mom wouldn't have slept until she heard me come home. I would catch shit later for exceeding my midnight curfew. We sat on the small sofa and watched a horror late night movie sipping on our beer. Cole suddenly stood and said, "Might as well get comfortable," and began taking off his clothes down to his red briefs, which he dug into to readjust, before sitting back down. I followed his lead and stripped to my boxers. During a commercial I said, "Dude, I thought you were going to score with one of those chicks tonight?" "They're all a bunch of fucking cock-teasers. All they want to do is kiss," he said bitterly. "Guys need some kind of sex...ya know, a handjob or a blow." Cole went for a piss and when he sat back down he was close enough that our bodies touched. I felt a bolt of electricity run through me, yet I was uncomfortable. He put a hand on my knee during the movie and slowly it glided to my thigh. I was scared shitless; it was not normal guy stuff. Hell, it hadn't been normal all night long...pissing together, checking out each other's dicks, and the looks we exchanged. Cole broke the silence and said, "I'm so horny I could suck your cock." I was already bone hard and replied, without really thinking, "I could suck yours too." He smiled at me, took my hand and said, "Let's go to bed." I was shaking like a leaf unsure of what sins I got myself into. No sooner were we in my bedroom than Cole hugged me tight and began kissing and sucking my ears and neck. He pulled down my boxers below my ass and felt me up. I did the same and held his fat manhood in my hand. There was no turning back then...and no regrets. He slumped to his knees and licked my cock and balls before he swallowed it all. Never had I felt anything as wonderful as his warm wet mouth slavering over my cock; it was so hard that it ached. We got into bed in a 69 and I had my first taste of cock...and loved it. I treated Cole with the same vigorous desire, my mind free of everything except our sex. I sucked his balls into my mouth savoring the musky scent of his crotch. I came first, powerful and intense, my whole body spasmed. I didn't get to see my cum but it had to be a record load for a 14-year-old. Cole was impatient and jerked off in my mouth. I didn't really want it in my mouth not liking the taste, but he ate mine and I felt obliged, so I swallowed it nonetheless. We lay in bed and talked. Much to my surprise, it was also Cole's first time with a guy. He said we weren't gay, maybe bisexual, but more of a `spur-of-the-moment' thing. That `spur-of-the-moment' thing went on all night, and most every night after that. Cole would sneak in through my bedroom window and exit the same way, my parents being none the wiser. We experimented with anal sex, he enjoying it more than I, and oral sex soon became foreplay culminating in a passionate session with me fucking him, which I enjoyed almost as much as his mouth. Cole met my parents one Sunday morning and became a regular guest thereafter. Our family always had a breakfast feast on Sundays. They were a little surprised when I announced I had company that stayed over, and would be eating with us. My `rents liked him a lot, happy that I had a close friend. There was no need for him to sneak in my window on weekends. I often brought Cole over and he'd sleep in my bed once the parents were down for the night, the sleeping bag on the floor, merely window dressing. This is the time when we almost got caught by my mother one morning. Sunday was laundry day and I forgot to take my hamper to the laundry room the night before. It was almost noon. I knew she would be pissed at my forgetfulness and having to wait all morning while Cole and I slept in as usual. I was going down on him at the time. "Are you boys decent?" she hollered through the door after a quick rap. My door knob squeaked and a moment of panic set in. Cole rolled onto the floor with a thud just as the door opened wide. He was safely hidden by the bed, naked on top of the sleeping bag. All I could do, however, was lay flat on my stomach bare-assed on the bed. The heavy curtains darkened the room somewhat, but not enough to hide the fact I was naked. "Once again, you forgot about your laundry hamper, young man," she said, as she strode into the room and grabbed the wheeled cart. My heart was in my mouth when she stopped a short distance from Cole to chastise me. "It's almost noon, you should be up...don't forget you have yard work today that you didn't bother with yesterday." I prayed that my deflating erection wasn't poking from between my legs, somewhere near my asshole. "No, mom. I didn't forget, okay?" I said with an attitude that only provoked her. She would have walked out of the room had I not been insolent. My mistake. Her eyes began to adjust to the semi-darkness. Cole was still on his back, covering his genitals with both hands. She hesitated a moment, then walked out closing the door behind her. Later that day after Cole went home, she approached me in the yard and asked, "Why were the two of you sleeping naked?" Quick on my feet, I replied rolling my eyes as if she were daft, "Dah, mom...we're both guys! Most guys sleep naked." I hoped my red face and inability to look her in the eye was plausible enough to convince her to drop the subject. "Boys," she said rolling her own eyes and walked away, saying "why couldn't I have had daughters?" Thankfully, she never mentioned it to my Anglican minister dad, who might not have been so gullible and possibly lectured me about how guys should morally wear something when another guy was present, other than for a quick change in the locker room. Cole seemed to like my 10-year-old brother. He would lay on the floor with Duncan to play with him... cars, GI Joes, or whatever he wanted to play with. Duncan was beginning to idolize Cole. One Saturday night, my parents were attending another out-of-town event and would be staying overnight. As usual, Cole came over to spend the night. He had scored a few joints from somewhere and had a bottle of wine. I had smoked up when offered in the past, out of peer pressure, but could take it or leave it; unlike many guys who were stoned even at school. With no parents in the house, we smoked up freely not worrying about Duncan who was oblivious to pot, thinking we were only smoking cigarettes, and sworn to secrecy. I could never get Duncan to sleep in his own room when my parents were away, and as long as there were distractions, Cole being one and TV the other, there was no way in hell was he going to allow us any privacy. I was really horny that night and determined my brother wasn't sleeping in my bed! Cole and I sat on the floor watching television. By then we had become more intimate and cuddled...and kissed passionately. We were lovers although neither of us wanted to think of it that way. I was a little shy, with Duncan present, when Cole pushed me on my back kissing me and fondling inside my boxers. "We can't fool around with Duncan here," I whispered in his ear. "Why not?" Cole giggled, my jaw dropping in disbelief. "Don't ya think it would be cool to let him watch?" Cole was a kidder most times and I let the comment slide. "Asshole!" I said, pushing him aside in fun. Something, however, nagged me about his comment. "Are you serious?" "Dead serious. He's old enough to learn how to jerk off...and other things." "He's my little brother, for fuck sakes!" I tried to reason with him. "Ya see, that's your problem. You'll always think of him as your little brother. Well, he ain't my little bro. I could teach him things. Just say the word, dude." The thought of Cole getting it on with Duncan kind of turned me on, but! Cole seemed to really want to `go for it.' Cole didn't waste any time. He was out of bed in a jiffy, his white bum cheeks bouncing to his steps. "Wait!" "What?" "You're naked!" "Duh! Isn't that the whole point?" When Cole turned around I saw his cock pointing straight out. "Never mind. Go get yer jollies." I laid there a long time thinking about it all. My best buddy was in my brother's bed doing who-knows-what with him. I just had to go stand by the door and take a peak. Duncan's bed faced the door, and the bedside lamp was on. "You like my big cock, don't you, Duncan?" I heard Cole say. I peeked around the corner and saw them both naked, Duncan with a huge smile holding Clay's cock, staring at it. Cole was feeling up Duncan who I noticed had a nice boner. I was shocked by the size of it...not thick, but as long as the hand that was around it. I had seen my brother naked many times and knew he had a long one, but never gave it much thought until now. I was unable to resist touching myself, my cock bone-hard with the erotic goings-on. "My, you sure got a big one, Duncan. Just like your brother. And he lets me play with it, too! "Is it as big as yours?" "Oh yes. Know what else I do? This." Cole lowered his head taking my little brother's cock in his mouth. Duncan's very first blowjob...and I was watching him get it. How often do brothers get to witness such a momentous event in a boy's life? If it hadn't been for Cole, I'd still be dreaming of the day when I would finally experience it. Duncan giggled and said, "That tickles, Cole." Cole was really into sucking off Duncan. I could see right between his legs and watched his cock going in and out of Cole's mouth, while also having his little balls rubbed. Could a teenager be a pedophile, or did that only apply to adults who played with little boys? Regardless, Cole was obviously enjoying himself, and I truly believe Duncan was too, albeit a little shy about these new things he was learning. When Cole needed a break for air, he jerked Duncan's cock fast and furious. He focussed on what he was doing with a very strange look on his face, kind of dreamy and very serious, before going back down on it like a Coyote feasting on its kill. Strangely, he never seemed that eager sucking my cock; not to say he wasn't a great cocksucker. I certainly had no complaints; just a little envious of my little brother...but happy for him nonetheless. I kept spying for a long time. Cole was desperately trying to get Duncan off, to achieve his utopian plan of making it complete. Duncan had long ceased giggling, and unless my eyes were deceiving me and my imagination gone wild, his arms, legs and head were moving around vigorously...the little fucker was into it big time! Perhaps Cole was, in fact, going to bring Duncan to his first orgasm. I had heard somewhere that young boys had dry ones, but experienced the same sensations. I certainly never did and I started jerking off when I was eleven. All I ever got out of it was friction burns that hurt like hell until I started using hand cream. "I gotta go pee!" said Duncan in a panic. "No you don't, little buddy. It just feels that way to you. Just relax and don't hold back. I'll explain what's happening later." Duncan shuddered and shook, his arms and legs flailing. Cole was sucking and pumping like a madman...Duncan was having his first orgasm. Cole finally let up. He had accomplished what I thought impossible, and by his smug look and sly smile, was pleased with himself. Cole straightened up face-to-face with Duncan. I felt sure he was going to kiss him. However, he rolled onto his back with his cock rock-hard against his belly-button and his low hanging balls on display. "You just had what's called an orgasm, Duncan. All guys have `em and you're so lucky I made you have one." "Felt really weird." "But it felt nice, right?" "Yeah, I guess." Duncan shrugged his shoulders, his usual response with most everything he was unsure of. Cole took the boy's hand in his and began masturbating with it."Now when I take my hand away, keep rubbing my cock up and down like I've showed ya." Duncan did as instructed. I thought it very cute when he shuffled down a bit and lay his head on Cole's chest, seemingly amused with it all. I knew what would eventually be coming and wasn't sure I wanted to see my little brother with a cock in his small mouth. "That feels so nice, little buddy. You're doing great giving me a handjob, that's what it's called." "A handjob?" "Yeah, a handjob. Guys do it for each other a lot. And if they're really good friends they suck each other's cock, like I did for you because I like you a lot. Do you like me a lot?" There it was, the moment of truth. Would he do it or would he be grossed out by the thought. I was frozen in place, unable to simply walk away and hear the gory details later from Cole. My little brother shimmied down the bed, studied Cole's cock and balls for a moment, opened his mouth and lowered his head. I couldn't believe my eyes. He only had the chubby crown in his mouth, but if he dared go that far he would surely take more. What amazed me was that Duncan continued pumping Cole's cock, only a little slower, as he built up courage to blow my best friend and secret lover. I was sure I'd be sharing Cole with my little brother from now on. "You're doing very good so far, Duncan. Take more of it in yer mouth, watch yer teeth, and keep up the hand job. Use yer other hand and feel my balls real gentle-like," Cole instructed in a stern tone. And that was that. My little brother was giving his first blowjob right before my eyes. That familiar feeling came over me. I only just touched my cock and I was already cumming, adding to the pleasure. White puddles splattered the hardwood floor, visible even in the dark hallway. "Stop sucking, Duncan. But keep pumping so you can see how an older guy has an orgasm." I watched Cole explode. Duncan backed off when some of it hit his nose. He appeared fascinated, watching it spray over Cole's torso. Cole was certainly a cummer...I could attest to that. I always loved the powerful throbs of his cock through my tight lips, the release hitting the back of my throat and the roof of my mouth, and then the sweet taste that followed. I often teased Cole that he could fill a shooter glass. An exaggeration, of course, but it would be at least half-full. With my mouth around the glass, I would gladly raise it as a toast...just like a real shooter...licking it clean inside with my tongue. Maybe one day soon we will do that together. "Taste it, Duncan. The next time you give me a blowjob, I'm going to do it in yer mouth. We'll be blood-brothers then, without the blood." Duncan was looking at the gooey mess on his hand. He stuck his tongue out and licked some, but not without a yucky expression. I wished I could clean the rest off Cole's body. I had seen enough and returned to bed, waiting for Cole to return and recount his complete conquest of my little brother. Cole was longer than I expected, and I wondered if he wasn't blowing Duncan again. I had almost dozed off when he strutted into the room and crawled under the covers with me. I noticed there was no cum anywhere to be seen on him...he probably had Duncan lick it all up. "Well, did ya have fun?" I asked, knowing he did. I didn't want to tell him I was watching at the door quite yet. "Your brother has a decent size dick on him for his age, I'll tell ya that!" I had to let the cat out of the bag. "I know, I saw everything from the door." "You did?" he beamed. "Fuck, I wish I'd known that at the time, what a turn on it would've be." "Um, you sure looked like ya didn't need any more of a turn on, you pervert!" I laughed, earning myself a playful punch to the shoulder. "I fucking even made him have his first orgasm, now that was a real thrill. Did you see him bopping around like a banshee? It was sooo cool. And he gives pretty good head, too." "Of course...he was taught how to by a cock-pig like you," I laughed, this time ready for the punch. I punched him back and that evolved into a wrestling match. Both hard again, we rubbed our cocks over each other as we play wrestled. Cole managed to flip me onto my stomach. "I'm going to fuck you, buddy!" He was searching for my rectum with his cock, dead serious about his intentions. I was mortified at first. Then began to wonder what it would be like. I heard it only hurts for a little while, then feels quite nice. I think it was the moment when I was honest with myself...I was in love with Cole. We were more than just suck-buddies if the truth be said. "Use the hand cream inside the night-table." I think Cole was taken aback by my willingness at first. He wasted no time smearing his cock in hand cream, while I assumed a position with my ass in the air and legs bent. My hands grasped the head of the mattress waiting impatiently as he fumbled around, the head of his cock finally finding its mark. I braced myself, yelped a few times as he pushed forward, debating whether or not to tell him to stop and pull out. Although it was very painful, I was determined to endure what felt like a fence post being shoved up my arse. I was certainly not quiet about it. Very vocal, in fact, with screams and vulgarities. Cole pushed hard, relaxed a few times, and pushed hard again. I could feel it inching up inside me. "Fuck it's tight in there!" he said, with a shaky excited voice. "I've been wanting to do this for a while now, buddy, but didn't think you'd let me." "Shut up, Cole, and fuck me before I change my mind!" I blurted, with the corner of my pillow stuffed in my mouth to prevent my clenched teeth from breaking. I knew Cole was trying his best to be as caring and gentle as possible. He wasn't the selfish type, in it for his own pleasure. I would have a turn at his crack soon enough. We never did anything that we wouldn't accept in return. "I love you, buddy," he whispered. "More than a guy should love another guy." He was clearly sincere with his words. It was nice to hear them and they had a calming effect on me. "I love you, too!" As far as I was concerned we had crossed the proverbial line and there was no turning back...we were confirmed boyfriends and lovers. I desperately wanted him inside me to consummate our relationship. Oral sex, by comparison, was always seen as just two guys pleasuring each other...nothing serious, no hangups. I felt his bristly pubic hair on my ass. Cole had managed to bottom out. He rested and I adjusted to his presence deep inside me. I wouldn't have traded this moment for anything, and very happy with my perseverance. I actually looked forward to what would follow...we'd make love, not just a fuck. Cole began a slow, gentle rocking motion of his hips. It still hurt, but not near as much...sort of a mixture of pain and pleasure...hard to describe, unless you've been there and in love with your partner. "It's okay, Duncan. You can come in." Cole never broke his rhythm, which was intensifying. I freaked! My little brother was watching me get fucked. "What are you guys doing?" he asked. "Something real nice that only guys that love each other do. It's called making love." "Ya got yer thingy in my brothers bum? That's gross!" he said. By then, Duncan was close enough to see everything. I wanted to die when he sat on the bed. "Nope. It's not gross, kiddo. It feels really nice for both of us." I wanted to tell Cole to speak for himself; my mood was shattered. Never once looking at Duncan, I was desperately trying to think of something to do or say...like, get the fuck out of my room, kid! Cole pumped harder, with long slow retractions, then forward thrusts, his hips picking up momentum. I shut Duncan out of my mind, silently cursing my brother for the loss of my semi-erection, whilst Cole seemed to be turned on by the kid's presence. Suddenly, I just didn't care. I was enjoying the new sensation too much to give a shit anymore. Duncan has seen and nothing could change that. I thought it rather ironic that I had watched him having sex...and now it was his turn. Without a doubt in my mind, my relationship with my brother had changed forever that night. I took comfort knowing that he would never say a word to my parents or anyone else for that matter. I let myself go and began meeting Cole's thrusts, breathing loudly, rearing my head and voicing my pleasure to him. I could feel sweat on my tailbone, dripping from his head...drip, drip, drip. A great deal of my pleasure, was an awareness of Cole's pleasure. "Duncan, feel my balls for me," Cole said. I didn't care if my little brother was getting in on the action, I had a feeling the three of us would be fooling around from then on...incest crossed my mind, but I would deal with that later if, in fact, things got that far. Cole had other erotic ideas, and I realised that things were indeed going to get that far. "Go sit and lean on the headboard, Duncan. Your brother wants to give you a blowjob, little buddy. I wasn't surprised to see Duncan still naked, but I was was surprised to see he had an erection. In the heat of the moment, I sucked my little brother's dick without hesitation...and I liked it! With the combination of Cole's thrusts and my cock rubbing up-and-down on the mattress, I boned-up hard. I had to admire Duncan's cock...that's what it was, a cock, not a boy-dick. It was soft as silk even though it was bone-hard. His satiny balls, although tiny, hung long enough for me to grip with my fingers, even lick and suck into my mouth as a pair. Holding them tight in my mouth and rolling my tongue over them, I was so turned on by everything I never wanted it to end. As fate would have it, however, all good things come to an end. Cole pushed hard and deep and screamed he was cumming; pushed over the edge, I too came moments later, all over the bed sheet. I instantly remembered that I never cleaned up my cum from the hardwood floor! Duncan slept between us the rest of the night. We fondled each other. Duncan was still erect, and hadn't said a word, not even his usual giggles. He had my soft cock in his left hand and Cole's in his right. Somehow it all felt right. I had no remorse whatsoever. The night wasn't over yet, and Cole made sure it wasn't. He got between Duncan's legs, and I knelt across his shoulders, feeding him my cock which became hard again in an instant. Cole was right; Duncan was a pretty good cock-sucker if you ignored the occasional scraping of teeth. I ended up with my hands against the headboard, gently fucking his mouth or having him lick my balls. He never complained. If a 10-year-old could possibly be sexual, Duncan proved it. It didn't take as long this time for Cole to have Duncan squirming to another orgasm...less than an hour. I lost it and came in his mouth. Duncan and I shared Cole's cock; one would tend to his balls while the other sucked his cock, and we rotated frequently. Cole made a game of it, whoever's mouth he came in, was the winner. "Kinda like musical chairs," he joked. I knew bloody well knew he was cheating when he came in Duncan's mouth, declaring him the winner. Duncan smiled proudly, wiping his mouth with his forearm. He had swallowed Cole's load in two gulps; I cleaned up the leftover dribbles. The next day we awoke near noon. We stayed naked all day and night playing Xbox and a few board games that ended up becoming sexual. If someone tossed the dice and their move landed on certain squares on the board, the lucky player would be treated to a short blowjob by the other players. We had a ball! We even shared some pot with Duncan, who gagged and choked at first, and soon became as giddy as the two of us. Duncan felt like one of us...we treated him just like a teenager, and he was thrilled. Thanks to Cole, the game soon became much more serious. The first person to land on `Go to Jail' would get fucked by the other two...Duncan lost! Since I had a smaller cock than Cole, it only stood to reason that I go first. On the living room floor using vaseline as lube, I fucked my little brother, while Cole held his legs in the air. He wasn't too happy about it, complaining it hurt; but he was trying to be brave. Cole ended up sucking his cock while I used his ass; my very first fuck was my little brother! I experienced the same pleasure Cole must have experienced inside me. Just like a tight leather glove, Duncan's rectum shrink-wrapped my cock. After I had my way with him, Cole greased up and I held Duncan's legs. By then I think he was numb. He did say it hurt, but like the little trooper he was, he had something to prove. I remembered once when he and I wrestled and I got his arm behind his back, he would never give in and say `uncle.' I sprained his arm once, and he told mom he fell down playing basketball with me. I never did that again. I wondered if Cole enjoyed Duncan's ass more than mine; a tinge of jealousy, perhaps? I didn't think of Duncan as competition for Cole's attention, and that's what made it all so nice and happy sharing my boyfriend with my little brother. When Cole wasn't around, which was not often, Duncan and I would fool around. I would tell my parents he had a bad dream, as the reason for him being in my bed some mornings. I grew very close to Duncan, and he to me. I never fucked him again after that one time; but he fucked me often. I loved anal sex. That started the same night we were stoned and took turns fucking Duncan. Later that same night Cole suggested it would be fun to watch the kid pound my ass...and whatever Cole wanted, Cole got. He sucked me off watching Duncan's cock inches away from his face. We then got into a 69 with Cole on the bottom, me on top, while Duncan fucked me for a very long time before he orgasmed. His small cock was no less enjoyable than Cole's large one. Weeks later, Cole and I got into a passionate kissing session, sucking tongues and slobbering. We found it a huge turn-on warm-up to sex, something we never shared with Duncan. It was our private intimacy. We were both butch queers, but no one would have ever guessed we were lovers. Duncan had a friend, Chad. Blond, blue-eyed, a real beauty. He was a year older than Duncan, but they were close friends. Cole suggested to Duncan that he should start having sex with Chad to warm him up for an orgy, and instructed him on how to go about seducing him. We were fortunate that my parents often went out-of-town on weekends, dad having many key-speaker engagements about finance or somethin like that. Duncan asked Chad over one Friday afternoon for a sleepover, and it was agreed that he was going to make a move him that night. We both knew where our dad stashed his dirty magazines in the garage. Forget it if you want to hide anything from a boy; they are the curious type and will surely find your secret spot eventually. I did, rooting around the garage checking into boxes just for the hell of it. Twenty magazines in a box marked `Dad's Work.' One was bisexual, and I think that was when I became curious about guys. Cole had an idea. He excused himself and returned with a pilfered gay mag. He was good at shoplifting. He plucked a hair from his head and laid it inside the centerfold page of the magazine, which he placed among a few straight ones on top of the toilet tank. I had no idea what his motives were and never asked. We were just in our underwear when Duncan came home with Chad in tow. They had been to another friend's baseball game earlier. Cole gave them money for ice cream; from my piggy-bank, I might add! I'm not proud of it today, but we introduced Chad to pot, and even had a bottle of wine Cole stole from the local supermarket. We shared, careful that the kids didn't over-indulge. Chad was made to feel like a teenager and not an 11-year-old. Cole had a knack with kids, winning them over to him very quickly. He wrestled with Chad on the living room floor for a while, later telling me he felt the boy up a few times...innocent sleight-of-hands. Chad was wearing sweatpants and a top, displaying a very promising basket. Or was it the material bulking up there? That's when Cole decided to check for sure, not that it really mattered one way or the other. We played Xbox moderately stoned, sipping on wine out of Dixie Cups from the bathroom dispenser. I caught Chad looking at our crotches in our snug briefs. Every time Chad went for a piss, Cole would follow after the kid returned. I could tell by the smirk on his face that something was up. Chad had to piss a lot that night. Cole finally told me that the kid had peeked at the gay magazine more than once, Cole having replaced the hair each time, only to find it missing. Whenever we were alone or with Duncan present, I'd sit close to Cole with our arms around each other's backs. That night was no different sitting on the floor watching the boys play Xbox. Chad looked at us several times with a confused `guys-don't-normally-do-that' look on his face;. It was around midnight when Duncan announced he and Chad were heading off to his room to sleep. Cole and I started making out on the floor, feeling each other up, after removing our underwear. Just as Cole suspected, Chad needed to use the washroom and saw us naked feeling each other up, but we had stopped kissing when we heard the pitter-patter of feet on the hardwood floor. We never acknowledged him, but continued to fondle each other sitting on the floor, facing one another, by the glow of the television. When Chad headed back to the bedroom wearing only his underwear, we waited for only a second before crawling to the door. Duncan had left his light on as instructed. The boys were talking about baseball and soccer, and Duncan had his hand inside his underpants. "Feels nice when ya touch down there. Do you ever do that?" Duncan asked. "Yup, all the time," Chad smiled, putting his hand down his underwear. "Let's take these off and do it together!" Duncan suggested with an excited tone. "Okay," Chad replied, waiting for Duncan to go first. Kneeling side by side outside the bedroom, fully erect and playing with each other's genitals, we chuckled at each other. Duncan squirmed out of his underpants and tossed them on the floor, lay back and began masturbating. Chad got brave and took his off. His cock was a little shorter than Duncan's, but much thicker. He was cut and had nice long and plump balls. "My brother taught me this, it's called jerking off," Duncan said proudly. Cole had instructed him well and he was doing a fine job. "Try it, Chad, it feels really nice." "Oh, yes it does, kid," Cole whispered, causing me to stifle a snicker. Most teenagers our age were out looking at girls or drinking in the woods talking about sex. Cole and I were well beyond that. We knew what blowjobs were like; we knew what fucking was like. Too bad more guys weren't brave enough to try it with another guy. They'd be much happier if they did. Cole once said that he was sure some of the guys were doing it. At the very least, jerking each other off. "Let's do it for each other," Duncan suggested, reaching over for Chad's cock. "You got a nice one, Chad." "So do you," he replied. "So do both of you!" Cole had to say. I blew snot out of my nose, my hand covering my mouth in laughter. Cole was really into little kids, that much was very obvious now if it wasn't before. I made a mental note to ask him if he'd had young boys before; something told me he had. He often talked about Michael, his 12-year-old cousin, but never said if anything sexual was going on. I was beginning to think there was. I was even a little hurt that he never told me about it. The boys masturbated each other. Their balls jiggled like jello, especially Chad's grape-sized gems. I guessed I was becoming a pedophile like Cole, or maybe I was just trying to please him. But I did find it erotic watching my brother seduce his best friend. Duncan became brave. "Wanna know what else feels really good? "Sure." Duncan scooted down the bed and put his mouth on Chad's cock and toyed with his balls. At first, Chad didn't look at all pleased. He raised his head to see what Duncan was doing to him...I felt certain that would be the end of it. However, Chad put his head back down never saying a word. Guys and blowjobs, I thought, and snickered. Cole was getting off on it...not to say that I wasn't...but I thought he could used a warm mouth around his cock. Cole didn't argue. He just sat on the hardwood floor, and I sprawled out with my legs pushing into Duncan's bedroom. If Chad happened to glance that way, he would have seen us. We weren't that concerned, although Cole's plan was not to do anything too soon that might frighten Chad. In the silence, I heard my little brother slurping on Chad's cock. Both brothers with a cock in our mouths, pleasuring our guys. I wondered if he and Chad would become lovers like Cole and me. I would be so happy for my little brother, the sex machine...and what a lucky guy Chad would be! Duncan hadn't yet asked Chad to return the favor, as planned. He seemed very content to continue sucking Chad. "Oh fuck, he's licking Chad's balls!" Cole said. In response, I started licking Cole's balls and sucking them in my mouth, perhaps with a bit too much gusto...he flinched. "Sorry," I apologized in a whisper, "Just got carried away, I guess." "He's going to do it, suck your brother's cock!" Cole announced excitedly. This I had to see for myself. Sure enough, Chad was blowing my brother! "Cole, yer a genius." "You can thank me in bed...let's go make love." Cole and I didn't bother wearing clothes the next day...I was becoming quite the nudist. Chad and Duncan came in the kitchen for breakfast wearing just their underwear. Chad stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the two of us fixing Eggo waffles as carefree as could be, and both of us semi-hard at the eroticism of it all. They sat down while we served them. Chad's eyes were like saucers. He appeared nervous and shyly looked away from us, only to return his gaze. Duncan couldn't care less, he knew it was part of Cole's master plan, though even he eyeballed Cole's beautiful cock every so often. We all chowed down breakfast and shot the shit talking about sports. Cole brought up girls. No, Chad wasn't interested in them, as expected at his age. I blurted, "Who needs girls anyway, guys are a lot more fun to be with, right Chad?" "Yup," he replied with a smile. "Least they play ball." "And play with each other's balls, too," Cole said ever so casually, cutting his waffles. Chad turned red and looked at Duncan who smiled back at him, then at us. "I promised Chad that you guys would show him the white stuff." "Sure. If he wants," I replied. I had to give my brother credit for staying on queue. "How `bout you Cole?" "Not a problem...if he wants to see." "So, do you want to?" Duncan asked Chad who turned red once again. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I guess so," preoccupying himself with his breakfast. What was it with kids and that shrug of the shoulders and the `I guess so' thingy? I don't remember ever doing that myself. Chad was hooked, line and sinker. I looked at Cole who looked back at me with a devious smile. My cock was hard and I was certain his was as well, his right hand under the table most definitely playing with himself...just as I was. When Cole stood to clear the table, Chad's eyes widened, staring at his erection. I joined Cole, giving Chad something else to ogle. There was something very erotic about not only being nude, but erect in front of the kid. I knew he didn't have brothers, only two younger sisters, and his mom was a single parent, so the chances of him ever seeing a naked guy were slim and nil...and so we had his full and undivided attention. As Cole and I walked hand in hand to my bedroom, he turned and said, "Well, are you guys coming or not?" We lay side-by-side, our backs against the headboard, with the boys sitting facing us at the foot of the bed. We skipped jerking ourselves off, and went straight for each other instead. Chad was all smiles, his hands covering his crotch obviously hiding a boner. My little brother pulled off his underwear and jerked himself, urging Chad to do the same. He was reluctant, until Cole said, "It isn't really fair that you get to watch us and we don't get to watch you, Chad." If his face could have turned any redder, it would have. However, he must have felt the peer pressure and slowly removed his briefs. Still very uncertain and shy, he covered himself with his hands again. "Don't worry, buddy," Cole said, "we saw you and Duncan together last night naked and playing with each other's cocks...and doing other things!" He laughed, making it seem like it was no big deal. "All guys do those things...unless ya really want to do it with a girl, that is." "Yeah, Chad. Ya wanna do it with Jennifer Morgan?" Duncan teased. "Gross!" he replied, giggling. "We're all guys here, Chad. It's no big deal fooling around with each other...our secret." Cole said. "Give Duncan a handjob and he'll give you one?" Chad eased up and reached for Duncan's erection, and Duncan did the same. Like taking candy from a baby, I thought, young boys are amazingly curious and vulnerable beings. "If ya really want to see the white stuff, Chad, you give Cole a handjob, and Duncan can do me." "Do it, Chad. It's really cool, you'll see!" Duncan encouraged his friend. Chad inched his way up the bed and Cole took his hand. Duncan moved up and masturbated me. Cole came first, his cum flying up and splattering his chest and belly; after that, he was spent. I asked Duncan to join me in licking it all up. It was only the second time Chad had seen a guy sucking another guy's cock, after his first time with Duncan. Going for leftovers, I squeezed whatever I could from Cole's cock into my mouth, and let Duncan have the rest...his face looked like a glazed donut afterwards. Although I hadn't come yet, I didn't care...my boyfriend had a great time, and that's all that mattered. Once again we stayed naked all day, mostly playing Xbox on the living room floor, eating munchies and smoking weed. Chad had lost all inhibitions by now and walked around nude, without a care in the world it seemed. At Cole's suggestion, Chad called home to say he was spending another night at Duncan's house. The funniest sight was Cole giving Chad a blowjob as he was on the phone with his mom! The four of us lay on the floor, legs over legs in a circle, sucking each other and rotating once in awhile. By the time we broke off for a mac and cheese lunch, everyone had sucked everyone. Cole asked if I minded if he took Chad into Duncan's room for a one-on-one. My nose was put out a bit, but I approved. Cole was right, he wanted to bring Chad to orgasm, and in private he would be more relaxed. Me and Duncan went to my room, and he fucked me after a short 69. As an end to my story, I can report that Cole did indeed bring Chad to orgasm after about two hours; and so did I, later that evening. We slept on the livingroom floor with blankets and pillows, a regular old-fashioned slumber party, with a little something extra. We didn't fuck Chad that night, but he did watch Duncan and Cole fuck me, and even took a turn up my ass. During the following weeks, I did eventually ask Cole if he was fooling around with his 12-year-old cousin Michael. He admitted he had been since the boy was 6! "We can do him together if ya want," ... but that's another story! THE END ... Love your feedback: [email protected] Please visit my website for more Loveboy stories: robloveboy.ca

Revenge of the Pred Issue 014 - The End of Rainbow Woman Part II - The Prisoner gets a visitor The following morning... The light in the room where she was being kept clicked on as Rainbow Woman started to slowly stir in her chains. As the mature heroine began to come to from her unconscious, strung up state, she slowly raised her head. She stretched her jaw as it still felt sore from both the blow that knocked her out hours before as well as being stretched open by the Pred's oral rape. She looked down and could see her pale breasts still exposed as well as that what was left of her costume was pulled to her waist - her flat, bare stomach also exposed. "I know someone is here - you're too scared to not watch me. That or too sick." She could feel where something had dried on her face and tried to move her hand to wipe it off, only to find she was still securely chained from the ceiling. Just then, she heard a door behind her open then close as someone entered. "Who's there?" The Chief smiled as he took a couple steps towards Rainbow Woman's strung up form, admiring the mature heroine from behind. He kept quiet as he moved closer, his eyes fixated on the back and bottom of her uniform which was still wedged into her ass crack. Despite being in her late 40s, Rainbow Woman still had a very nice and firm ass hanging out from her costume and the chief felt himself growing hard just looking at it. He stepped closer then ran his hand along her left asscheek and stepped in front of her with a smile. "Guess things are starting to come together for you, huh." He chucked and looked at the torn top of her uniform as well as her bare breasts. "Or, some things seem to be coming apart." Rainbow Woman's eyes flashed with hate as she saw the city's police chief step from behind her and begin eyeing her topless form. "How could you, you sick monster?!" She kicked out at him, but just missed, causing herself to stagger off balance. "You can't possibly think you're going to get away with going rogue like this!" The mature heroine kicked at him again, this time connecting with the side of his knee. The kick stunned the chief as he nearly lost his footing, but quickly stood and laughed. "Me? Going rogue?" He laughed in the face of Rainbow Woman as he grabbed her chin and made her look at him. She tried to pull her head away from him, but his grip kept her in place. "And, from a vigilante, nonetheless - which is, in truth, a criminal." He smirked then ran his hand down and across her left breast. When he touched her breast, the mature heroine spit at his face, narrowly missing. "Such a shocking accusation and behavior, Rainbow Woman." He pulled out the remote the Pred had earlier and smirked. Rainbow Woman's eyes grew wide when she saw the remote again. The chief pressed a button on the remote and electricity ran down the chains and into the mature heroine's body. "But, I think we'll be calling you Mrs. Bellows from now on." He stepped back and watched as the current hit the heroine's body. Rainbow Woman screamed as electricity hit her body again and her mature form started to convulse and shake as the chief laugh. "NRGH! GAWD! FUCK!" Her screams and the chief's laughter filled the room - her breasts bouncing as she was electrocuted for a few moments before the chief stopped the current. She slumped in her chains as the chief walked behind her, his and reaching down and unwedging her costume from her ass. She slowly raised her head as he moved back in front of her. "Were you there..." She looked him in the eyes, already weakening again. "For what happened to Maggie?" The Chief smiled and nodded, stepping aside so Rainbow Woman could see the screen again. "I was there for everything that happened to that traitorous little bitch." He smirked as Rainbow Woman looked away from him and the screen after seeing Pink Angel - Maggie - appear on the screen. The Chief chuckled and again moved behind the elder heroine, grabbing her hair and making her look at the screen. "No no. This is too good to miss." Rainbow Woman screamed out slightly as her head was jerked back by her hair, wishing she could have been able to stop what she saw. Her eyes returned to the screen just in time to see the Chief rip the top of Pink Angel's costume down to her waist. "Maggie...no..." She began to cry for her partner who she saw being held in place by the Pred, her 16-year-old breasts exposed by her own father. "You sick..." Her voice stopped as she felt the chief begin to touch her own breasts. The chief laughed as he felt Rainbow Woman start to wiggle in his grasp. "Who would have thought it would be my own daughter that made me realize I have a thing for teenagers?" He squeezed the mature heroines breasts, pulling the half-naked heroine's body into him. "Maggie did have a great little set of tits on her, if I must say." He smiled as the video started to show the part where he forced his daughter to suck his dick while the group of men looked on. "Makes me wish I would have had Pred share a few more of those little brats with me." He released Rainbow Woman and stepped back in front of her, but didn't block her view of the screen. "Especially after Maggie's blowjob." Rainbow Woman's teary eyes flashed with anger as she kicked out at the chief. "How could you?!" Her first kick missed, but she tried again, just wanting to connect with the incest rapist. "She was your own daughter!" She kicked a third time, again missing. "You sick son of a-" Her words cut off as he pressed the button, sending another jolt of electricity into her. "GAWWWH FUK!!" The heroine screamed as the current shot through her body, her entire frame jerking and jiggling. The chief laughed as he watched Rainbow Woman's slow electrocution, especially focusing on her jiggling 48-year-old breasts. A couple moments later he stopped the current and smiled evily as she slumped into her chains. "Please, Dawn, make me do that over and over." He reached forward and grabbed her hair, making her look at him as she struggled to catch her breath. "Watching these beautiful breasts jiggle when I do that makes me almost as hard as what I did to your partner." He made sure to step to the side so she could see the scene from a couple days earlier continue to play out. Lucky for Rainbow Woman, she missed the ending to the chief's oral rape of his 16-year-old daughter. However, she could tell by the cum on Maggie's tear-stained face that he'd meant to humiliate the young heroine. "Why?" Rainbow Woman started to cry as her urge to fight back began to leave her again. "Why do this to her?" She moaned as the chief touched her stomach then her right breast. "Why not just arrest us?" She tried to lower her head as she watched the Pred grab Maggie, knowing this was about to get even worse. "Why torture them, rape them?" She sobbed as she felt so helpless in the chains, topless. "Why make me see this?" The chief laughed and grabbed Rainbow Woman by the hair again, making her look up just in time to see the Pred jerk the rest of Maggie's costume from her young body. "So many questions that the answers no longer really matter to?" He ran his hand down Rainbow Woman's back, stopping at the top of the rest of her costume. "You and these girls thought you could do our job better." He laughed and moved his hand down to her ass, keeping his hand there for a moment. "And, you didn't do bad - but, you're no police force." He stepped back, then smacked her on the ass. "You had to be eliminated, but we couldn't arrest you. Too much uproar from the public." He walked in front of her as the video cut out for a moment, showing the Park Rider's body in the park, naked and lifeless after her rape. Then the Wasp, who was raped and killed in her own apartment. "Some had to be dealt with and displayed publicly, letting the citizens think there was someone hunting you. Which there is." He smiled, stepping forward, running his hand along her cheek. "Some, like that little mole you had in the school where you taught..." A quick clip of Chey Morgan's rape and murder played. "Needed to be taken care of privately." He laughed as an image of Chey's lifeless, nude and raped body showed up on the screen. "You failed them, Rainbow Woman. And they suffered for it." He ran his hand between her legs, touching her pussy through her costume. "And, you will, too, soon." He smiled and reached up and slapped Rainbow Woman across the face. "That, though, is for getting Maggie involved in all this and making me have to let happen to her what happened." Rainbow Woman sobbed again as she was hit with the thunderous blow, as well as the words that hit her even harder than that. She felt her hair pulled again and saw things go even worse for Maggie as the rest of the men began to take turns on the young heroine. "She...just wanted to help people..." Rainbow Woman started to cry as she watched her teenaged partner get raped by two men over and over - first in her mouth and ass, then vaginally and orally. She lowered her head and sobbed as the second pair finished up, only to have her hair jerked back just in time to see the chief sodomize his own daughter. "Monster." She wanted to kick back at him, but was too weak and scared from being electrocuted in her previous attempts. All she could do was feel her lips tremble when her partner was hung after her multiple rapes - her naked and ravaged body turning on the rope as her own father flaunted what had been done to her. "You're a sick monster..." The chief moved in front of Rainbow Woman as she glared at him. "And you know this is only going to get more fun for me." He stepped back behind her. "You should be proud - Maggie was quite the little piece of ass." He put his hand on Rainbow Woman's ass when he said that. "Bet she was a better piece of ass than your last partner." He smirked and stepped back in front of her as the video started to change. "I wouldn't know, but the Pred would." Laughter filled the room as Rainbow Woman saw Kate Bailey - her former partner Purity - appear on the screen. "Oh god, Katie...but she has..." Her heart sank as the camera panned over to show Bailey's eight-year-old daughter Amber, blindfolded with a noose around her neck. "No..." She moaned and lowered her head just as her former sidekick was beginning her forced strip. As Purity removed her costume, baring her 28-year-old body, all Dawn could think of was her little goddaughter, standing there in the room with two rapists. "Please...not her, too. She's a child, you monster!" The chief laughed and walked to Rainbow Woman's side as she turned to look at him. "Yeah, I think we can skip the part where my friend fucks Kate's ass raw." He laughed louder as he watched Rainbow Woman's eyes widen as she saw the video of Kate being chained to the wall. She cried as her former partner began to struggle, though not yet seeing the real reason why. "Hmm...why did she just now decide to fight? Oh, I know." He smiled and pointed to a camera right above Kate then switched to what it captured. Rainbow Woman screamed as she saw Amber's nightshirt being torn from her body, leaving the young girl in only her panties in front of the Pred. As evil as the chief and this Pred were, terror filled her mind as she watched the rapist then rip Amber's panties from her young body, her tiny bare ass exposed to the camera. On the other side of the video, she barely noticed Kate - her former partner - suffocate with the last thing she saw being her daughter's naked body in front of the rapist. "Oh gawd, no..." She moaned as she started to cry at the thought of what was going to happen to her young goddaughter. "He couldn't do that to her..." She sobbed louder as she watched the Pred shove his cock into the young girl's mouth, forcing the eight-year-old to suck his massive member. Again, she tried to turn her head away from the vision of the Amber's oral rape. The chief saw Rainbow Woman try to divert her eyes, grabbing her hair and making her watch as the Pred forced his dick into the little girl's throat. "Funny thing - the little brat was the only one he even wanted to eat out." The video skipped ahead to the Pred licking Amber's tiny slit as she laid on her back moaning and begging for her mother. "Said she tasted good and...innocent..." He laughed and ran his hand under Rainbow Woman's breasts as she barely noticed as she saw the Pred turn Amber onto her stomach. "You know, for a kid, she did have a cute little ass..." Rainbow Woman practically began to wail in her cries as she watched the Pred spread Amber's little ass cheeks - exposing her tiny little asshole. "Please...I don't want to..." She felt like she would vomit as she saw him push the head of his cock into her tiny asshole. "No...no..." She continued to cry as she was forced to watch the Pred sodomize her young goddaughter. She felt a sigh of relief as the video faded to black for a moment, but then saw Amber strapped to a chair. "Oh no, please...no..." She sobbed louder than before, seeing her eight-year-old goddaughter's raped and nude body, her legs splayed out and her young pussy practically on display as the Pred fingered her for a moment before putting the electric collar on the young girl's head. Rainbow Woman's heart shattered when she heard Amber begging for her life only to have it snuff out as she was electrocuted. She hung her head and wailed out as Amber slumped lifeless in the chair when she died. "You sick bastards. If I get out of these chains, I'll..." The chief laughed as he cut off Rainbow Woman's threat by sending another round of electricity into the mature heroine's body. "You won't do a thing because your fight is over." He smirked as he watched the heroine's body being racked with current, her breasts jiggling as tears ran down her face as she grimaced. He stopped the current and stepped close to her, then punched her in the stomach. He grabbed her hair and jerked her head back up. "There is so much collateral damage on your hands, Rainbow Woman." He smirked pointing to the screen, which now showed Kate's younger sister, Ashley, swimming with Amber. "All that kid did was be in the wrong place at the wrong time." The image switched to Ashley's body laying on the table in Kate's home, naked and raped. "Pred did say it was a nice little surprise and her asshole was almost as tight as Amber's." Rainbow Woman glared at him, though she was too weak to do much else. "How could you do this?" She watched as the screen went black, thankful that maybe there would be nothing left to see. After being forced to watch what happened to Goldie, her two partners and, especially, her young goddaughter, she couldn't take any more of this. Part of her just wanted to get whatever they were going to do to her over with and end this. She tried to be brave, looking the chief in his eye. "So, what now? You think what you have planned to do to me is worse than making me see what you did to these girls?" The chief laughed, stepping behind her and grabbing the remains of her costume. "Oh, I think you know what can happen know." He jerked her back by the remains of her costume, pulling her firm ass into his crotch. "I could just rip this costume off right now and fuck your brains out." He tugged on the fabric as though he was about to jerk it down before his cellphone rang. He looked at the screen and smiled. "But, lucky for you, that won't happen just yet." He answered the phone with a chuckle. "Really? Well, bring her in. I have an urge for some fun." The chief smiled and walked back in front of the mature heroine. "Looks like you have a visitor, Rainbow Woman. Sounds like an admirer, actually." Rainbow Woman's mind went into a panic the second the chief said to bring her in. Had they killed another one of the city's teenaged heroines? Or were they waiting to do that deed in front of her and make her watch a live execution? Her mind raced, terrified at the thought of who they could be bringing in? Before she could panic too much, her question was answered as the Pred entered the room, pushing a slender 5-4 form in front of him. "No..." She whispered to herself, but the chief still heard it and smiled. She could not see the heroine's face as there was a bag over her head, but she recognized the costume. The teen's slim but muscular legs led up into a strapless green pixie dress, her hands bound behind her making her athletic and curvy form stick out even more. "Paige...no...let her go, please..." She knew the young girl well and knew she was even one of the lesser experienced of the remaining heroines. The chief laughed as the Pred stopped, keeping a hand on each of the trembling girl's shoulders. "Wh-Wh-What's going on?" A youthful but scared voice spoke from under the bag. She tried to twist and turn, but the Pred's grip was strong enough to hold her in place. "You'd better let me go or else." Though there was fire in the teen's words, there was more fear as she finally stilled herself as the chief walked towards her. The chief smiled as he stepped in front of the teenager, pulling out a boxcutter from his back pocket and pushing the tip of it into her shoulder, just enough to let her know she could be cut at any moment. "I don't think you can make many threats any more, Pixie..." The chief chuckled and the Pred both laughed as he grabbed the bag and pulled it off the young heroine. "Or, Miss Parker, that is." The chief stayed in front of the young heroine, keeping the boxcutter near her throat. The short-haired brunette teen started to blink as the chief moved the blade away from her throat and over to her bare, tanned shoulder. Pixie lowered her head for a moment, letting her eyes adjust to the new light. She quickly turned her head ignoring what was in front of her to see the Pred, his hands still grasping the sides of her arm tight, holding her in place smiling. She blinked a couple times then turned to see the chief as he handed the Pred the boxcutter then took a step back. Pixie's eyes focused then grew wide as she realized who was standing in front of her, in league with the man who'd captured her and held her in his grasp. "You're...you're the police chief..." Her eyes started to show signs of betrayal and her bottom lip began to tremble as she realized quickly she was in way over her head. She'd only put on a costume a couple weeks ago and hadn't really had any real experience. Now, she was captured and the person behind it was someone she had thought was on her side. "You can't be..." Her words stopped as she felt the tip of the boxcutter blade touch her tender neck. The chief laughed and stepped close to the heroine again his empty hand this time running his palm along her cheek. "Behind this?" He smirked and patted her on the cheek, looking down at her curvy figure hidden by the dress. "I think even someone with your limited experience knows the answer to that." He smiled and stepped back as though he were about to make a big reveal - and he was. "Just like you can figure out what this means for you, Paige Parker." As the chief stepped to the side, Pixie saw for the first time what he had been blocking from her view. "N-n-no..." Her young mouth dropped open wide as she saw the city's matronly heroine in front of her. Pixie's heart sank as she saw Rainbow Woman's body strung up in front of her - the woman she admired chained up and almost naked - topless. "Th-th-this can't be. You can't be-" Again her words cut off by the tip of the blade at her throat. This time, the young teen started to cry. The stories of what had been happening to her fellow teen heroines coming to the front of her mind now. Rainbow Woman, already broken from not only her own torture but having to visually relive what happened to several of the Pred's victims, could only tear up a little herself then look away. What little strength she still had in her started to break itself as she stood there - chained up, bare breasts exposed with the remnants of her costume at her hips - in front of a girl she not only had started training, but one of her students when not in costume. The chief laughed as he watched Rainbow Woman turn away, humiliated. "Well, looks like someone doesn't like our visitor seeing her like this." He smirked and walked around behind the mature heroine. The chief ran his hand down Rainbow Woman's bare back, stopping at the top of the remains of her costume. "May as well take care of this and get rid of the last, real traces of Rainbow Woman...Dawn..." As the words left his mouth he jerked her costume down and it fell off her legs to the floor. Dawn teared up again as she felt her costume leave her hips and down her legs and off her body. As much as she hated him right now, the chief was right. For more than two decades, she'd worked to keep the city safe and this was how her career - her life - would end. As much as she wanted to cover up, she couldn't as her breasts trembled as she cried a little more. She kept her muscular legs close together so all that could be seen was the thick red bush that was atop her mature slit. Her heart broke even more for Pixie - Paige - as the young heroine stood there in the Pred's grasp seeing her mentor naked and chained up - humiliated. Dawn knew what was in store for the 16-year-old girl. Paige would be raped and murdered - probably tonight and in front of her. And there was nothing she could do about it. The Chief's smile grew as he watched Paige begin to put together what Dawn already knew. "You know, I have something in front of me I have wanted for a long time my friend." He grabbed Dawn's hips and pulled them back, meeting no resistance as he did. He nodded at the Pred. "I think its time we had us a little fun." He slowly lowered his pants and pulled his dick out. While not as big as the Pred's he was no small man either. "Don't worry, I will save your favorite hole for you." He quickly lined his dick up with Dawn's busy pussy and pushed it into her. Paige's eyes grew even wider as she watched the chief begin to rape Dawn right in front of her. She tried to pull away from the Pred, but his grip was too strong. She wanted to help her mentor, but she was powerless in the much larger and stronger man's grip as he spun her around. "Please...this can't happen. Don't-" She began to panic even more as the Pred grabbed her cheeks and placed the blade at the top of the center of her costume. The Pred loved what little she was able to struggle and was already very hard as he looked at the trembling teenaged heroine. "I wouldn't try to fight anymore from now on." He said as he let go of her cheeks and she, wisely, stayed in place. "I'd hate to damage this sweet little package." The Pred's smile grew more sinister as the blade cut into the top of the dress then slid down the teen's athletic body. Paige's large, firm d-cup breasts began to come into view as the blade slid down to her stomach then to her waist. "My, am I glad I found you next, kid..." The Pred felt his massive member grow hard as the blade finished cutting the green costume and it fell to the floor, leaving Paige only wearing a light blue thong as well as her golden cross around her neck. Paige's mind panicked as she stood there practically naked in front of the man who'd cut her costume in two. "Please...don't do this..." She started to cry as she looked over to Dawn, who was being raped by the chief - the sounds of which echoed throughout the room. She started to cry harder, hearing Dawn's moans and sobs as the man she once thought was their ally raped her. Paige saw the look of defeat on her mentor's face, the heroine broken more as the rape continued. But, the teenager's attention turned to her own plight as the Pred moved behind her. "I-I-I-I'm a..." The Pred laughed as he grabbed the short-haired teen by her brunette hair. "Oh, I am sure you are, Paige." He smiled as he ran his hand across her bare ass cheek and around to her front, his hand running along the front fabric of her thong. "Seems like most of you little girls were before you met me." His hands slid up to her stomach then underneath her d-cup breasts, moaning with pleasure as he did. "But, I think you have the best body of the bunch." He leaned in and licked her ear then put his lips on her neck, then pulled back. "Even better tits than that little nerd Chey Morgan." He began to molest Paige's firm breasts as he said this, his hands sliding under the chain which held her cross. Paige's lip trembled as she heard Chey's name. She knew Chey from school and hadn't seen the girl in a while. Someone had started a rumor that she'd ran away from home and another that something bad had happened to her. Now, she knew the latter was true. Paige knew then that this man had raped Chey and likely murdered her classmate. As her 16-year-old mind began to fracture at what she realized had been happening as well as what was happening to her, she could barely string a sentence together in her terror. "She...she wasn't even a...ah...ah..." Paige's speaking broke into stutter as the Pred slipped his hand down her flat stomach and into her thong, his hand gripping her hidden pussy. The Pred laughed as he slipped a finger between the slowly spreading and wettening folds of Paige's pussy. "Made you lose your train of thought, I see." He snickered her and fingered her a moment more before leading her to a pole in the center of the room. "And no, she wasn't a heroine like you." He smiled and turned her, keeping his hand inside her thong and a finger inside her dampening vagina. "But, she was a great little piece of ass either way." He slid a finger into her deeper as the teen moaned in protest. "Then, I strangled her big-tittied ass to death when I was done with her." He put his hand on Pagie's throat and the teen's eyes shot open wide in fear. As Paige began to panic, Dawn saw that the Pred's hand gripped the teen's neck and jerked forward. "Stop...torturing her...you...monster..." When she did this, she was able to get the chief's dick out of her pussy for a moment. "You're a sick...mother...ugh..." The mature heroine's rebellion was brief as the chief punched her hard in the back of the head. "You think you'd know better by now." The chief laughed as Dawn slowly slipped into unconsciousness and hung limp in her chains. He grabbed her by the hair, jerking her head back. "Good thing I don't need you awake to finish myself off." The chief laughed and pushed his cock back into the knocked out woman, harder and deeper than before. Paige was too focused on the Pred's hand on her throat to see Dawn get disciplined for her protests - or the man with one hand on her throat slip the other one behind her back and undo her cuffs. His grip was tight enough on her throat that she barely noticed she wasn't being fingered anymore as he grabbed her left wrist and pulled it up above her head. "Please..." She moaned as the Pred loosened his grip enough for her to speak. "You're...hurting me..." The teen started to cry again as the Pred continued to fondle her firm breasts. The Pred laughed as Paige whined out her pleas for mercy before grabbing her by the cheeks and making her look at Dawn's limp form hanging in the chains as the chief was close to finishing raping her. "Now, you see what can happen if you put up a fight of any kind, right?" He smirked as the teen sobbed a second before nodding her head as much as she could in his grasp. "Raise your other arm over your head, Paige." The Pred smirked as she complied, slowly raising her arm and placing her hand beside her other one by the pole. "Smart kid, very smart." The Pred smiled wider as he cuffed her hands behind the pole where she was forced to keep them above her head. "Call that a bit of assurance that you're going to be a good little girl." The Pred laughed and patted her on the cheek before stepping back to take a good look at her positioned at the pole. Paige continued to cry, though her harder sobs were fewer and far between than before. "You...You're going to rape me now, aren't you?" Her eyes filled with tears as she saw the Pred's smile widen as he looked down her body. Her large, firm breasts rose and fell as she started to breath heavier. Her pale pink nipples were hard in the cold of the room. Her flat stomach also moved down as the front of her thong showed that she was still pretty wet after being forcibly aroused moments earlier - the outline of her pussy shown against the tight fabric. "Then...you're...you're going to kill me." She lowered her head and started to cry harder, knowing the last thing to happen to her was a rape at the hands of the man who'd done this to many girls she knew at school - and some she didn't know about yet. The Pred smiled and took a step closer to Paige. "Oh, let's not get too far ahead of ourselves, my sweet little Paige." He smiled and grabbed the front hem of her thong, his thumb tracing the front of the wet fabric. He smiled as he felt her juices on the fabric. "And, it looks like your body is at least ready for a good fucking." He laughed and ripped the thong from her body, tossing it behind him as she shrieked and turned her head away from him. That action revealed what the Pred's hand had already explored - a freshly shaven, pink pussy, slightly wet but ready. "And, yes, you're going to get fucked, just like your hero over there." He ran his hand along her cheek and smiled. "But, if you try to make it better for me, I can probably go a little easier on you." He reached down to his pants, undoing the button and lowering his zipper. "Deal?" Paige continued to cry as she listened to the Pred, pretty much telling her it would be easier if she didn't fight. Having watched Dawn get knocked cold and her rape still continue, a lot of her mind told the teen she'd better just let him do what he wanted to her. Her hope that it wouldn't be as bad as she feared ended when she saw his large hard member and felt it touch her stomach as he stood there ready to rape her. "Please..." She started to close her legs together but again felt his hand grasp her throat. "Ok." She sobbed and relaxed her legs, knowing this was going to hurt greatly, but she might be able to make it easier on herself. "Just...please...don't hurt me, mister." She closed her eyes and sobbed in, getting ready for the inevitable. The Pred smiled, running his hand along her tear-streaked cheek before gripping her face. "Now, why don't you slide down this pole and lay down on your back like a good little piece of ass." His smile grew as Paige's lips trembled when he released her and she slowly lowered herself down as he stepped back to let give her just a little more room to do as she was commanded. "Oh, this is going to be fun...for me at least." As Paige slid down to her ass and scooted forward, the Pred did grab her legs, spreading them and pulling her towards him. "Since this is your first time, Paige, you might not enjoy it as much as me." He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead as she sobbed again, his massive member laying across her pubic mound and onto her stomach. Paige closed her eyes as she felt him reach between their bodies and begin to get his dick in position. She wanted to beg him to use protection, but, since she realized he would kill her after he was done raping her, it seemed pointless. Still, as his hard cockhead touched the entrance to her pussy, she started to panic. "Pl-pl-please...ah...ah...fuck!" She almost screamed out as the head and first couple inches entered her body. She wanted to cry out for him to stop but all her mouth could do was drop open in a phantom scream as he pushed further into her no longer virgin body. On the other hand, the Pred moaned in pleasure as he pushed inch after inch into Paige's pussy. Her vaginal walls were tight as they clinched his dick as he pushed all the way into her finally. "Tight as fuck, aren't you." He smirked when Paige cut him a pained look with trembling lips. "Don't worry..." He slowly slid out a little bit from her then pushed back in. "You'll loosen up soon..." He repeated the process as she cried out again finally. Paige felt like her insides were being torn apart as the Pred started to repeat his thrusts into her already hurting pussy. "Gawd...fu...ow...please..." Her words were jibberish as he started to increase his speed. As he did, with her on her back in the missionary position, her firm, d-cup breasts started to slap back and forth, nearly reaching her face as they did. She felt her lower body start to burn as he pushed deep into her once and help it. Having masturbated at times, she knew what was coming and felt betrayed by it. This rapist, this murderer was about to make this once 16-year-old virgin heroine cum during her rape. "AHHH...AHHH!!" She screamed out as she came, her juices shooting around his cock and onto the cold floor. As the rape continued, she could feel her own cum on her ass, humiliation setting in immediately. The Pred laughed as he felt Paige cum as he raped her. "Guess your body does want this cock after all." He pushed all the way into her and held it, swiveling his hips to stretch her more. She moaned out loud as he did so, making him do it a few more times before returning to his in and out thrusts. "Gawd, what a piece of ass you are." He leaned in as she closed her eyes and cried more as his cock was buried inside her. "Better than Chey at this, too." His hands groped the teen as she sobbed harder. Meanwhile, across the room, the chief had really began laying into Dawn when he heard Paige's pained moans begin as she was raped. He had passed on the chance to rape a couple of Pred's earlier victims, but had really enjoyed what he did to his own daughter. He grabbed Dawn's hair again, jerking her unconscious head back as he got ready to end her rape. "Sounds like the kid is having a lot of fun with the Pred." He laughed as he thrust deep and hard into Dawn's limp form, his dick buried inside the 48-year-old's pussy. "Don't worry, he wants a turn with you, too." He smirked as he felt himself start to cum, holding the mature heroine's body off the floor as he filled her with his seed. He stepped back laughing as he let her body drop limply into the chains as Dawn's raped body hung there motionless. Paige could barely see what was going on with her mentor, but heard the chief say the Pred would rape Dawn as well. She wanted to cry for the woman she admired, realizing she would probably be treated like this over and over. But, as she felt the Pred hold himself inside her again, her thoughts returned to her own body. "Not...not again..." She sobbed out a moan as she came a second time during her rape. The Pred laughed as he felt Paige climax a second and more powerful time. "Quite the little...whore, aren't you?" He smirked then forced a kiss onto the teenager's lips, his tounge forcing its way into her mouth. She resisted for a moment then relaxed, knowing there was no use to fight him. He pulled back and thrust into her again, deeper than before. "Don't worry...almost there...myself." His thrust was so hard that he lifted her lower body from the floor, her juices dripped down onto the concrete when he did. Paige strained to stay conscious as she felt his dick force further inside her. She was humiliated that he'd made her cum twice as her whole lower body was now wet with her own cum - both her mound and her ass. Now, he was about to cum - most likely inside her - and then he would kill her. She'd heard that Pink Angel had been found strung up naked in the park a couple days ago and feared he would do the same to her - her naked, raped body there displayed dead for everyone to see. Paige felt her rapist tense up and, with everything going through her mind, could only think one thing. "Please..." Her eyes begging as she looked into his sinister smile. "Not...inside..." Her mouth dropped open wide as she felt his load begin to shoot inside her. The Pred moaned out then laughed as he came inside Paige's wet and stretched pussy. "Oh...did you...want to swallow?" The Pred laughed harder as Paige quickly closed her mouth then shook her head. He left himself inside her for a few moments, letting his seed shoot into her womb before slowly pulling out, the last drops dropping onto her pubic mound. He leaned over the raped teen's body. "For a virgin, you can sure fuck." Paige sobbed out, especially at the word virgin. She'd had wanted to save herself but that was impossible now. She laid there, in a puddle of her own cum, naked, hurting and raped. She feared she knew what was coming next for her. "You're...going to kill me now...aren't you?" She sobbed and closed her eyes as she felt him grab her throat. Her life was going to end here, naked and helpless, strangled to death by her rapist. The Pred smiled as he held her throat, running his hand through her short, brunette hair. "I think you should learn a more valuable lesson first." He grabbed a handful of her hair then released her throat, smiling as he did. "You're going to see that there are worse things than death, Paige." As her eyes opened at the words he spoke, he raised her head then slammed it back down on the concrete, knocking her out. The Pred smirked and raised his pants back up as the chief walked over to join him in looking at the unconscious teen. Her legs were splayed out and led up to her stretched out pussy. Her flat stomach slowly moved up and down as did her large breasts, topped with still hard nipples, her golden cross laying between the massive mounds. Her head looked to the left in her unconscious state. "Oh, killing her would have been much more merciful, Pred." He patted him on the back. Hours later... Dawn slowly began to come to and looked towards the pole where Paige had been when the mature heroine was knocked out during her rape. She watched as the chief walked towards her. "He killed that girl, didn't he, you sick bastard." She glared at the chief then flinched when he drew back like he was going to hit her. The chief smiled at Dawn's mood change, then pointed to the screen in front of her. "Oh, there are things worse than death for your little friend..." Dawn looked at the screen and saw Paige, laying naked and curled up in the fetal position, crying on a dirty mattress in a small room. "No, Paige, no." A tear left Dawn's eye as she saw two hooded men enter the room - like the ones in Maggie's video. Each grabbed one of Paige by one of her arms and pulled her from the room as she pleaded to be left alone and then for Dawn to help her. Next: Cheer Girl field trip

Revenge of the Pred Issue 010 - Collateral Damage Part III - Conclusion - A Night with the Baileys It was all a blur to Kate Bailey as she drove as fast as she could through the suburbs and into the country. The blur of watching the video that the killer had made on her niece's phone, showing the rapist snapping Ashley's neck then leaving the teen for her to find. The blur of the sound of her daughter screaming for her cousin as she was dragged out of the pantry and into the next room before the video cut off. She almost hated herself for stopping to look at the phone, but the cop in her made her do it. It was all a blur, including her racing up to her bedroom to look for her old Purity costume, only to find it laying on the bed with the message "see you soon" on a note on the bed beside white and purple bodysuit. Even putting it on was a blur, especially the feeling that the garment was tighter than she remembered - the chest especially. None of that mattered now as the monster that raped and murdered Ashley had kidnapped Kate's eight-year-old daughter. Kate was so focused on getting to the address in the country that she didn't notice she was being followed. As she pulled up in front of the large building five miles outside the city, she jumped out of the car, only to nearly jump out in front of the car that was tailing her. "What the fuck?!" She screamed as she slammed her fists onto the hood of the car, her eyes flashing with anger as she watched as someone got out of the car. "What are you doing here? You followed me?!" She was furious as the chief walked around to her as the two stood outside the abandoned hotel. The Chief held his hands up, showing her his gun and letting his concern show on his face. "Take it easy, Kate." He stood beside her, putting his hand on her shoulder, feeling the velvet of her costume. "I got to your house right after you left. I know what is going on, officer." He looked at her costume. "I guess I should call you Purity again, huh." He cocked his gun and motioned towards the front of the hotel. Purity took the lead, letting the Chief walk behind her to cover her. "You've know all along about me, haven't you?" She looked back, letting him catch up as they entered the hotel. They both turned and watched as the door slammed shut behind them on its own. The Chief shrugged as he turned to Purity. "Wasn't too hard to figure out, even though your hair was darker back then." He watched as she walked a couple steps in front of him, Purity unaware that he was looking at tightly-packed ass in the cut-off bodysuit. "Purity disappeared ten years ago, Kate Bailey gets a recommendation for the police academy from Rainbow Woman five years later." The two come to a stairway and look at each other. "We should split up, Kate." She nodded, heading up the stairs as the Chief smiled. "Good luck." He muttered those last words under his breath as she reached the top of the stairs. "See you real soon." Purity slowly made her way down the first hallway, checking each of the ten rooms as she did. Though it was hot in the vacant hotel, she didn't know if the sweat was from that or the fear of what the man that raped Ashley might be doing to Amber. She turned the corner and saw a light at the end of the hall, the sign on the wall pointing it out as the grand ballroom. As she got closer, she heard low, terrified sobs. "Amber..." She almost cried as she ran towards the room, her training forgotten as she busted through the doors. She stopped cold at what she saw next. "No..." Her training kicked back in as she looked at the sight across the room from her. "Let her go! It's me you want!" The Pred smiled as he heard Purity scream at him, knowing she was powerless to move as he stood behind her eight-year-old daughter. The young girl stood on a stool, still dressed in her nightshirt. Her hands were tied behind her back and she was blindfolded. More importantly, and what had stopped her mother in her tracks, the noose around her neck was pulled tight and the Pred's foot was on the stool. She started to scream for her mother, but the villain covered her mouth quickly. "Not another step." He smirked as Purity took another step, as if to see if he was bluffing. "All I have to do is kick the stool and she's as good as dead." He ran his hand along the young girl's face as she cried, her tears staining her blindfold as the Chief arrived beside Purity, his gun drawn. Purity's face flushed with rage as she saw the man that raped and murdered her neice touching her child. She looked at the Chief, vengence in her eyes. "Shoot the motherfucker!" She watched as he took aim at the Pred. "Do it before he kills her." The Chief slowly lowered his weapon, a stunned look spreading across Purity's face. "We never endanger a hostage, Purity." She took a step, glaring at the Chief and knowing she could save her child even if the Chief wouldn't. However, she stopped as he pointed his revolver at her and cocked it. "But, a traitorous bitch like you..." He stepped closer to him, putting his gun to the back of her head as a shocked look spread across her face. "She needs to be taught a lesson. On your knees, Kate." Purity froze as she felt the cold of the barrell of the revolver on the back of her head pushing through her hair. "Chief?" She turned and the revolver was pressed to her forehead, the Chief smiling an evil smile. "You're...you're behind the killings?" Her shock paralyized her as the Chief spun her around, making her face away from him and watch as the Pred ran his hand up and down her daughter's back. "Amber..." As the Chief pressed the gun to the back of Purity's head again, the heroine slowly lowered herself to her knees. "That's better. Now, hands to your sides, please. I don't want any more trouble than necessary." The Chief smirked as she did as she was told. Quickly, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a collar, placing it around her neck as she knelt in front of him. Purity's eyes flashed with hate as the redheaded heroine turned her head to look at the Chief. "What are you going to do?" She looked over at her daughter, still blindfolded and crying, the Pred stepping to the side and walking towards her. The Chief smirked as the Pred stepped to the side, pulling a remote out of his back pocket. "It's more what you're going to do that should concern you, Kate." He chuckled, grabbed the back of Purity's uniform and pulling her to her feet. "Pred, my friend, why don't you show her what is going to happen if she doesn't do what she is told." Purity's eyes grew wide as she saw the Pred move the remote up, his finger over a button. "Please, not in front of my dau...UGH!" She screamed out as the Pred pushed the button, dropping to the floor as electricity shot through the collar and into her. She fell on her back on the floor, her body vibrating and twitching as she laid there, her large breasts jiggling under the tight top, her thighs shaking as well. After a few moments, the Chief motioned for the Pred to release the button with a chuckle. He knelt down beside the still shaking heroine, grabbing her hair and making her look at him. "Now, you will be taught your lesson or this will get even more shocking than that. You behave and Amber stays blindfolded, not seeing what happens to you." He laughed, pulling her up to a sitting position, making sure she could see her daughter's perilous position. "Try to resist or remove that collar, and he will neutralize you, then turn his attention to her." He used her hair to turn her head to face him. "Got it?" Tears were already in her Purity's eyes as she looked at her daughter standing with the noose around her neck on the stool. "Ok...just...don't hurt her." She watched as the Pred laughed at her, walking over to run his fingers through her daughter's hair. "She's just a child..." Her words fell on deaf ears as the Chief pulled her to her feet, then ran his hand along her ass through her costume. Purity turned briefly to glare at him, but then looked back at the Pred, who was still too close to her daughter for her comfort. "Since you decided to aid the heroines of this city, I think you need to be humiliated." He pushed her forward, laughing as he did so, as he walked over to stand on the other side of Amber. "Unlike the others, you're going to willingly give yourself to my friend here." He smirked, taking the remote from the Pred. "Take off your clothes, Purity. Everything, nice and slow." Purity looked at the Chief as her hands slowly raised from her sides. She didn't like the way her superior officer was watching her, but she even like less the way the Pred was looking at her young daughter. With what she had just learned, she reasoned that this guy had raped and killed at least three heroines and two civilians, including her niece. It wouldn't be a stretch in the least for him to do something to Amber, despite her young age. "Ok..." Her hands made it to the neckline of her bodysuit, finding the zipper. "Just leave my daughter alone." She slowly lowered the zipper, the tightly clinging outfit slowly parting, exposing her pale skin underneath. The Chief smiled as he watched Purity slowly lower the zipper, her DD-cup breasts packed tightly underneath the satin bodysuit's top. "What happens to Amber will be entirely up to your cooperation, Kate." He smirked as the zipper came down to the middle of her breasts, the pale tops of her mounds almost pushing their way out of the top. As the top was unzipped, her large breasts parted, the skin even paler between her large tits. The size of her breasts made her stomach look even flatter than it was as the garment parted down past her navel. She started to turn, but a was quickly chastized by the Chief. "Don't even think about it, Bailey." Kate sighed and continued, knowing she had no choice but to listen. "Ok, ok, fine." She slowly closed her eyes and moved her hands back up, taking each side of the unzipped, sleeveless top in her hands. After pausing for a moment and taking a deep breath, she slowly pulled the sides apart, her 38DDs falling out and instantly dropping. After the sides of her top dropped to her hips, she stood there for a moment, as though she knew the men wanting to take in her topless sight. Her large breasts had only a couple light stretchmarks on them, as well as quite a few freckles. Her pink nipples hardened in the cool air of the room as she stood there with her hands on the sides of her costume. After that moment, she glared at the two men standing beside her daughter as she slowly leaned down to unlace her boots. As she pulled at the laces, her large breasts swayed slightly. Once unlaced, she slipped both boots off quickly, then stood, her breasts bounced again as she did. The Pred smiled as he could see the humiliation spread across the young mother's face, standing there with her costume at her hips, topless and barefoot. He decided to add to her torture. He leaned in and spoke to the still trembling eight-year-old, speaking where Kate could hear her. "Maybe one day you'll have titties like your mommy." He smirked at Kate as she started forward, but stopped when she saw his hand on her lower back and his head shaking at her. "You can turn around now and let me see that ass of yours." He laughed as he watched her obey his command, his hand slowly moving further down on Amber, slowly lifting her shirt and exposing the back of her panties to his evil glare, the white fabric clinging tightly to her young butt as she sobbed again. Kate stood there for a second, preparing herself for what she knew would happen within the next several minutes. With her eyes closed, she didn't see the way the Pred was looking at her daughter's small, panty-clad ass. Even as she slowly started to lower the costume from her hips, she kept her eyes closed and her head turned, not wanting to see the look on the men's faces as the top of her asscrack became visible. With one final push, the garment fell from her hips and dropped to the ground, pooling at her feet. As garment dropped, Kate's ass sagged slightly, the costume she wore as a teen a decade earlier holding her pale cheeks in place. Though her ass did sag a little, her job as a police officer still kept her in pretty good shape. "Happy now?" A moment after the Pred let the back of Amber's shirt drop back down, Kate turned to look back at the two men. The Pred smirked, slowly moving away from the young girl on the stool and walked over towards her now-naked mother. He grabbed Kate by the shoulder, looking into her eyes. "My fun is about to begin." He pulled her into the room more, only a few feet from her imperiled daughter, then stepped back, looking down her body, smiling at the thick red patch of pubic hair covering her mound. "I could fuck you raw right now." He smirked, reaching forward to run his hand over her large breasts. "But, since your part in this was information, I think I will start by punishing your main weapon." He slowly lowered his pants, his nine-inch cock standing hard in front of Kate as her eyes went wide. "On your knees, Officer Bailey." Kate gulped at the size of the man's member in front of her as she slowly lowered herself to her knees. Amber's father was only about half that size. She looked up at the Pred. "Does it have to be in front of Amber?" Her voice was low and weak, not liking how he'd stepped closer and put his hand in her long red hair. "She can still hear us." The Pred shook his head, then grabbed her red hair with some force. "If you'd rather not do this, I can make sure her experience is a lot worse than your's will be." He smiled as she tentatively reached up and took his cock in her hand. "Do a good job and Amber only hears you sucking my dick, and doesn't see her mom sucking a cock." Kate glared at the Pred one more the Pred one more time before slipping her red lips around the tip of his cock. She closed her eyes, humiliation growing, as she took more of his nine inches into her mouth. She prayed his threats were empty, but knowing that he had raped and killed Kaley and her niece Ashley, and probably did the same to Brittany, made her fear what her fighting would cause him to do to her daughter. She gagged a little as the tip of his cock hit the back of her mouth, then started to slowly bob her head back and forth on his member, pained tears coming from her eyes. She could feel his hands on her head, making her head bob faster and faster. She had her eyes closed tight until the moment when she felt him pull his cock out of her mouth. She slowly opened her eyes, almost scared he was about to cum on her face as though she was a porn actress, but watched as he moved around behind her. "What are you...ah?" The Pred laughed as Kate screamed out slightly as he grabbed her red hair and jerked her head back. "You know what was the best part about fucking them girls, other than they hated it?" He laughed, pushing her forward and causing her to catch herself with her hands, her breasts swaying under her. "Other than Goldie's pregnant ass, they were virgins." He laughed more, kneeling over her and putting his hands on her back to keep her bent over. "Hell, she was a pretty good little fuck, too, for that matter." He leaned over her, practically pressing her face to the cold floor. "I know you've sucked at least my cock and Amber is proof that you've fucked at least once, but I bet I know one hole I can be the first in." He smirked, standing up behind her, his hand on his hard cock. "So, stand up and offer yourself to me, Purity." Kate stayed there on her hands and knees, her head hung down and her eyes close, her face and breasts touching the floor. "You're a sick..." Her words ended in a painful scream as the Chief pushed the button on the remote, sending electricity into the collar on her neck. She lurched forward than rolled onto her back, her lower back arching up and her breasts jiggled as the current flowed into her. After a moment, the current stopped and she slowly grew still, laying flat on her back with her legs spread, her hairy pussy exposed to the Pred's gaze. The Pred laughed and knelt down between her legs, looking at her exposed pink lips, running his fingers between her folds as she shook slightly. "You would be well-advised to do as you are told, Officer Bailey." He smirked, standing back up and looking down at her as she slowly covered herself, slightly sobbing from the pain. He reached down and pulled her back to her knees, her arms fell from covering herself and to her sides. "Otherwise, we could always elecrocute you, then I could fuck your cute little daughter over there." He pulled her head back, making her look into his eyes. "So, your ass or hers, Bailey?" Kate turned her head away from the Pred as soon as he released her hair and sat back on her heels, still hurting from the current that ran through her body. Still, she knew what she had to do to keep her daughter from coming to harm, not wanting to think of this man raping eight-year-old Amber instead of her. "Me..." She choked back a tear and slowly stood, turning to looking at her young daughter, the noose removed and was sitting on the stool, still blindfolded. "If it means you won't hurt her." The fact that the Chief had his hand on the back of Amber's hair bothered her a little, but she slowly closed her eyes and lowered her head. The Pred laughed as he watched her do so, knowing she was broken. "Very smart." He ran his hand down Kate's back, smiling as he stopped just above her asscrack. "Now, bend over and offer yourself to me - physically and verbally." He laughed as she looked back at him, glaring at having to do this vocally in front of her daughter. "Now, Kate." He glared back at her as he stepped back, then chuckled. Kate ignored the tear of shame running down her cheek as she turned her head back around, not wanting to look at the Pred. She slowly bent over, pushing her hips back as she did. She reached back, placing a hand on each of her asscheeks as she lowered her head. "Please..." She grabbed her asscheeks and spread them wide as she heard the Pred chuckle behind her. "Fuck me...fuck my ass..." At that point more than any time in her life, she knew she would never be Purity again - no matter what happened to her the rest of the night. The Pred stood there for a moment, taking in the sight of the former heroine turned police officer presenting herself to him. Her fingers gripped the inside of her asscheeks, her brown asshole puckered and virgin in front of him. "That's better." He smirked as he ran his cock along the wet lips of her pussy then pressed the head of his cock against her asshole. Kate cringed as she felt the wet tip of his cock pressing against her virgin asshole. Her eyes shot open wide as the broad tip of his cock pushed into her puckered rosebud. "Oh...fuck..." She gasped as she waited his next move, her asshole stretching. No matter, though, as she was unprepared as he grabbed her hips firmly and drove himself forward, all nine inches entering her in a couple. "GAWD! FUCK!" Her head jerked back as she screamed, her vision nearly blackening as her anal rape began. The Pred laughed as Kate shook for a moment, her breasts jiggling beneath her as she her hung her head sobbing, almost limp in his arms. He pulled out then thrust back into her, a whimpering scream coming from her as he did. He grabbed her by the hair, jerking her hair back and making her look forward. "Head up, bitch." He kept one hand on her hip and the other gripping her red hair as he started to fuck her ass. "I want you to look at your darling daughter while I rape you." The Pred smirked as Kate slowly looked back at him, hate showing through her pained expression as she was raped. "You're a sick fuck..." She spat at him, not even coming close to hitting him. She was rewarded by the hardest thrust she had recieved from him, the force lifting her from the ground. "Oww...gaaaawd...fuck..." Through her blurry eyes, she could see her daughter sitting on the stool, tears coming from under her blindfold as the Chief stood behind her. The Chief shook his head as he watched his former officer being raped in front of him. "Spitting at him while he fucks you, such a bad girl." He grabbed Amber's arm, pulling her to her feet and sitting her on the stool. "I think it's time we let this cute little thing see her mother one last time." He pulled off Amber's blindfold and the young girl's eyes grew wide, meeting her mother's look of horror as Kate saw the look on her daughter's face as her rape continued. Amber's lips trembled as she heard her mother scream out as the Pred raped her. "Mommy..." That one word was all she could mutter as she started to cry, the Chief's hands on her arms, keeping her in place. She turned and looked up at the man holding her in place. "H-h-he's hurting her." The sight of her little girl crying because her mother was being raped in front of her was too much for Kate. "You bastards! Don't make her watch this happen." She kicked back and downward, striking the Pred in the shin. The force of her well-timed kick freed her from his grasp, his cock coming out of her raped asshole. She tried to make the most of the opportunity, lunging towards the Chief. "I'll kill you both, I swear to...UH!" Her threat was cut off as the Chief quickly pressed the button on the remote, again sending the electric current into the young mother. She dropped fast, landing on her side, her breasts and ass both shaking violently as the Chief turned the current up. After a few moments, the current was stopped, Kate rolled over onto her back, still shaking as her daughter was allowed to go to her as she laid there moaning in pain. The Pred and the Chief moved over to the two Baileys, both men smirking as they knelt down beside her. The Pred grabbed Kate by the hair as she screamed out, while the Chief pulled Amber away. "Stop hurting my mom!" Her hands had been untied when the Chief let her go moments before, so she swung at the man pulling her from her mother as the Pred pulled Kate's limp body towards the nearest wall. "No! Let me go!" Before she could react anymore, the Chief spun the eight-year-old girl around and slapped her, making her fall to the floor. "Please..." She looked up at him, still on the floor, her nightshirt rode up exposing her pantied crotch. "I want to go home." Amber sat there on the floor, scared to move again as the Chief walked towards the Pred, who had drug Kate's nude body to the wall, a pair of chains hanging from it. The Pred looked down at Kate, who was still hurting from the rape and jolts of electricity. "I should really punish you for fighting me." He laughed, grabbing her by the throat and pulling her up the wall, her body practically limp in his hands. He leaned in, his other hand running between Kate's hanging legs, then to her breasts. "I could fuck you more then fry your big tittied ass." He watched the Chief cuff Kate's right wrist, then her left before walking away. "But, I have something more cruel in mind for you..." He stepped back, letting her hang by her cuffed wrists. "And, especially, lil Amber." The Pred ran his hand along his cock, then ran his hand along Kate's face, the smell from her own anal rape making her sick. She tried to lunge away from the wall, but found she couldn't. "Don't...fucking...touch her." She sank by into her slumped position, her large breasts hanging down. The Pred looked at the Chief, who'd returned to his side. "She's just a child you sick--" This time, Kate's words were cut off not by a jolt of electricity to the collar, but a simple piece of duct tape across her lips. As she screamed into the tape, she tried to reach for it to pull it off, her hands not coming anywhere close to doing that. "Mmmmph!" Kate screamed as she shook her head a few times before stopping, slumping down to watch the Pred walk over to Amber and pull her closer, keeping her just far enough away from her mother. The Chief walked over to Kate, smiling as he ran his hand along her stomach, then across her breasts. "Must say, I wouldn't mind finishing what my friend here started." He laughed as he ran his other hand between her legs, slipping a finger into her as she watched the Pred standing behind her daughter, his cock right at near face level for the eight-year-old. "But, I think I will just let you watch what happens to Amber." He pulled out another slip of duct tape, holding it for a second. "He does like them young, after all." He smiled as he placed the second strip of tape across the bridge of her nose. "Think I'll leave while you see how long you can hold your breath." He smirked as he pinched the tape closed, cutting off Kate's air before walking over to the Pred. "Have fun, my friend." The Pred smiled as he watched Kate start to struggle, her whole body jiggling as he turned her daughter Amber to face him. He grabbed her by the cheeks with one hand as he leaned down, keeping her from looking over her shoulder at her struggling mother. "Now, you're going to be a good little girl and finish what your mommy started." As the Pred loosened his grip, the young girl's eyes grew wide as his hands moved to the collar of her night shirt. "Wh-what?" Her eyes filled with confusion as the Pred knelt down in front of her, his hands firmly gripping her shirt. She wanted to turn to look to her mother, but found that she could not move. Laughter rang in the room as the Pred looked first at Amber's trembling lips and scared eyes. "You're going to do everything I say, Amber or..." He looked over the trembling eight-year-old's shoulders at her mother, her eyes pleading for both air and the release of her daughter. With one quick movement, the Pred's hands separated, tearing the young girl's shirt in two pieces, leaving her standing there in just her panties. "Or, I do to you what I did to your shirt, Amber." Kate screamed into the tape covering her mouth, losing both her voice and precious oxygen as she did. "MMMMPH!" She tried to push away from the wall, seeing her daughter, only a pair of panties covering her small ass, the man who'd raped her niece Ashley, herself and multiple other girls kneeling and looking at Amber with evil eyes. Her breathing started to become more difficult, her air running low. The Pred smirked as he let his eyes move down the young girl's body. Tears flowed down her cheeks as her fear started to overtake her. Her lips trembled as the Pred slowly touched them, his eyes moving down to her pale, flat chest, her tiny nipples merely bumps on her body. Her flat little stomach led down to the top of her panties. Amber's fear grew as the man ran his hand along her stomach, then across her puffy little nipples, her eyes growing wide in shock as the man touched her. "Please..." She closed her eyes as tears ran down her cheeks. "I don't want this..." She gasped as she felt his finger tweak her nipple before they slid down her sides to the top of her panties. Across the room, Kate watched in horror as the Pred's fingers gripped the waistband of Amber's panties. There was nothing she could do to prevent what was going to happen to her daughter. Her eyes started to blur just as she could see the evil smirk on the Pred's face. All she could do was watch in horror as the man ripped her eight-year-old daughter's panties from her body. "MMMPHhhhh...." Kate's air gone, her eyes slowly closed, the last thing she saw was her daughter's pale asscheeks being exposed. Kate's head slumped forward, her body shook for a moment before going still, limp in the chains. The Pred smiled as he looked at the trembling young girl, now totally naked in front of him. He held her torn white panties up in front of her for a moment, then tossed them to the side, looking down at her bare pubic mound and small slit. "What you want no longer matters, Amber." He smirked and stood up, his cock only a inch or so from her young face, still covered with juices from her mother's rape. He ran his hand along the back of her head. "Now, open your mouth." Amber's eyes grew wide as she saw the large cock aimed at her face. "But...but...that was in mom's..." The young girl stopped talking as the Pred grabbed her hair and jerked her head back. "Open your mouth or I will put it in your ass, Amber." He let go of her hair, her head staying frozen in place. "Do you want that?" She quickly shook her head, her eyes filling fear and tears. The Pred smiled as he placed one hand on the back of her head, stopping it from shaking as she slowly opened her mouth. "Just, think of it as a popscicle." The other hand guided his cock towards her trembling lips, pushing the tip into her young mouth. "Let me know how your mom's ass tastes." Amber's hands flailed out to the side as the man pushed more of his huge cock into her mouth. The young girl didn't know what was worse, the taste of her own mother's rape in her mouth or the cock being pushed into her throat. Her pained whining meshed in with the sounds of her oral rape as the Pred laughed, his hands making the Amber's moves for her. As juices from her mother's body slid down her throat, her stomach started to turn. Moments later, as the Pred pulled out for a moment, the young girl vomited. The Pred was able to dodge her vomit, releasing Amber as she fell onto her back on the floor. "I-I-I'm sorry..." She cried as she laid there, her young, nude body trembling as the Pred walked around her and knelt beside her head, his cock inches from her mouth again. The Pred smirked as he grabbed her by the hair, making her sit up again. "Please...don't make me do that again..." Amber closed her eyes and cried as she was pulled up to her feet by her hair. "Well, I have got to finish what I started you little brat." He turned her around as she stood on weak legs, grabbing her head again and forcing his cock back into her young mouth. "The longer...you take...the worse it will be." He smiled as he saw her eyes look towards her mother's still form. The young girl's eyes grew wide as she saw her mother's lifeless body for the first time, hanging by her wrists on the wall. Up until that moment, she had held onto a hope that somehow her mom would save her. She wanted to scream out for her mother, but the Pred's cock was held in her mouth, its vein pressing against her small tounge. Her arms flailed weakly at his sides as he held himself in her as Amber struggled for air. Moments later, she felt something shoot into her throat from his cock, his laughter filling the room. The young girl let out a gurgled gasp as he pulled his cock out, letting his cum shoot onto her face and bare chest. He let go of her hair and she fell back onto her back, her small legs spreading as she fell, exposing her small slit. "Uh..." She laid there, gasping for air as she coughed up some of the cum from her throat. The Pred stood over her for a moment, his dripping cock pointing down at Amber's trembling form. He reached down and grabbed her hair, pulling her up off her feet by her brown locks as she moaned in pain. He looked into her teary eyes and cum stained face, her lips trembling, cum on the corners of her small mouth, as he carried her across the room. "It would be so easy to just end you right now, kid." He smirked as he reached the table on the other side of the room from Amber's mother's lifeless body, pulling her close as the backs of her legs touched the metal table. "But, I could use a little more fun, Amber." He sat her on the edge of the table, the cold metal touching her small, bare ass. Amber began to cry again as the Pred forced her to lay back on the cold table, goosebumps forming on her young skin. "Please..." She closed her eyes as the man's hands ran across her bare, cum-covered chest. She cringed as he pinched the little bumps of her nipples, smearing the cum already on her body. She cried again as she felt his hands slide down to her legs, slowly spreading her knees open. Her mind wanted her to cover up, but she was too scared to move as his hands ran back up her thighs. Her eyes opened wide as his finger slid up the short length of her slit. "Ah...ah..." The Pred laughed as he slowly slipped the first knuckle of his index finger into the young girl. He smirked as he slowly slid it back and forth inside her, not penetrating her enough to cause anything more than the tingling sensation he could see in her eyes as she arched her back. "I could shove this whole thing into your tight little pussy, kid..." He smiled as he watched the fear spread across her face and she shook her head rapidly. "But, I have always wondered if it tastes better fresh." He leaned down, spreading her folds open with his fingers before running his tounge the length of her young slit. Amber lunged up again as the feeling of the Pred's tounge against her clit shot through her whole lower body. Her legs started to shake and her whole body vibrated as the Pred continued to lick her young pussy. "Oh...ah...uh...ah..." The young girl moaned a little as his licking sped up, as well as the shallow finger-fuck he started to give her. Her whole pussy felt on fire as he pushed deeper into her, her short legs kicking beside his head. As Amber started to pant, the Pred stopped licking her pussy and stood up, running his hand up her belly and onto her flat chest. He slowly wiped his mouth and looked down at her, her mouth agape as she looked back at him in confusion. Her eyes pleaded with him, but his eyes looked down at his cock, which was once again hard and pointing at her. "Looks like I'm ready for the final bit of fun tonight." He smirked as he grabbed her by the shoulders. Amber's eyes grew wide as she was too scared to scream as she was flipped over onto her back. She had watched the last moments of her mother's rape and was terrified what of what the Pred was going to do to her. Her mind flashed as she remembered being trapped in the pantry while the man who's hands were sliding up her thighs raped her cousin Ashley, the teen's screams echoing in the young girl's mind. "Please...don't hurt me..." The Pred smiled as his hands slid onto Amber's small ass, the pale skin soft on her fingers. "Oh, I bet you're tight enough to make this quick." He ignored the young girl's pleas as he slowly spread ass cheeks apart, her pink asshole staring up at him. The head of his cock seemed huge as he pressed it against her asshole, pushing in as the young girl screamed out in pain. He moaned slightly as he pushed into her ass, her tiny hole stretching to allow him entry, the young girl's body starting to spasm as her rape began. Amber's cries got lower and lower as the Pred fed half his cock into her tiny ass. "Ah...uh...ow stop!" Her words became little more than babbling as the much-larger man started to push his cock in and out of her small ass. Her vision began to go dark as she felt herself being lifted off the table, even more of his hard cock impaling her eight-year-old ass. She threw her head back in a silent scream as she blacked out from the pain of her rape. The Pred smiled as he felt Amber's body go limp in his hands, her upper body and head slumping forward. "No need to go easy on you now, kiddo." His hands gripped her slim hips tightly as he let her head and shoulders come to rest on the table in front of her. With that done, he began a series of slow, hard thrusts in and out of her, her small asscheeks jiggling with each thrust. He laughed as he thought to himself how sore the little girl would be when she woke up, his thrusts growing hard enough to jar her upper body from the table. With one final thrust, he came inside Amber's ass, her limp body rasied almost parallel to him as he filled her asshole with his seed before letting her body drop face down onto the table. Amber's young, nude, raped body laid face down on the cold metal table. Her dark hair fell across most of her face, covering her closed eyes as her mouth hung open. Her skinny arms were sprawled out to her sides, her bare back sweaty from the torture she had endured. The real evidence of that was just below her back, her stretched asshole leaking blood and the Pred's cum, her legs slightly spread as she started to wake back up. "M-mom-mommmy..." The young girl moaned in confusion and pain as The Pred grabbed her by the hair and lifted her from the table. The Pred smirked as he carried her away from the scene of her rape, her body still limp as she moaned at the pain of being carried by her hair. "Don't worry, kid..." He laughed as he sat her down on her raped ass in a chair, she shrieked slightly as he did. As she started to slide down the chair, he grabbed her again, his hands running over her flat chest, his fingers playing for a moment with her nipples as she sobbed in protest. "You'll be with your mommy soon." The Pred quickly bound Amber's wrists to the arms of the chair as she let her head lull forward as she sobbed. He walked around in front of her and knealt down, running his hands up her thighs, spreading her legs wide and binding her ankles to the chair legs. He laughed as he ran his finger up between her legs to her exposed pussy, pushing it into her. "Should fuck you there, too, but I think you've had enough." He smiled as he finger fucked the eight-year-old for a moment before pulling out to watch her body tremble again. Amber was completely out of strength and broken as she slowly raised her head to watch the Pred walk over to her mother's lifeless body hanging on the wall. She laid her head back on the back of the chair, tears running down her cum-stained cheeks. "Mom-Mommy..." She cried even harder as the Pred grabbed her mother's hair, Kate's blank, dead stare telling Amber how doomed the young girl was. She closed her eyes as the Pred took the shock collar off Kate's lifeless body, the villain walking towards the young girl with an evil smile on his face. The Pred walked around the young girl bound to the chair, holding the shock collar he had used to torture her mother earlier. He grabbed Amber's hair and pushed her head forward, making her again look at her mother's body chained to the wall. "Poor little broken brat." He ran his hand along her young neck, then smiled. "I have this on its highest setting, Amber." He slowly placed the collar around her head and pulled it tight, slowly walking around her after he did. He held the remote up for her to see, his finger hovering over the button. "I could just keep you and have fun with you over and over." Those words made the tears flow faster from Amber's eyes, her lips trembling. "But, I have other girls that I want to have fun with like I did Ashley, your mom and you." The Pred smiled as he watched Amber start to cry harder, tears running down her cheeks. "Please..." She sobbed hard as her words became harder for her, her flat chest rising slightly as she struggled for air in her panic. She watched the Pred put his finger on the button on the remote. "Please...don't kill..." As the Pred pushed the button and held it down, the young girl's plea was cut off as the shock collar activated, sending electricity into her skull. The Pred laughed as he held the button down, watching Amber's eyes grow wide as the collar shot the current into her head. "Poor little thing..." He smirked as Amber's head jerked back, her lips trembling harder as her entire body stiffened. "Maybe mommy should have not helped the girls. Got her, your cousin, raped killed." He laughed harder as he walked over to the young girl's bound form, her body spasming as her brown eyes rolled into the back of her young head. "But, you were a fun little fuck, kid. Best of the three, actually." He watched as her body spasmed one last time before her head slumped forward, still shaking from the electricity. He slowly pulled his finger off the button and smirked as Amber's body stopped twitching. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, her eyes staring out at nothing and her mouth agape. Her flat chest ceased moving, her ribcage visible underneath. The Pred quickly untied the lifeless eight-year-old and her body slid down to the floor, her raped ass still stretched and pointing at him. The Pred smirked as he looked down at Amber's lifeless body, then over to her mother's chained up form. "Well, that was a fun family night." He laughed to himself, only stopping when he felt his phone vibrate. He answered the phone, with a chuckle. "It was kinda like eating veal, actually. Yeah, you know its young, but you just can't help but try it once." He paused for a moment as he listened to the Chief's instructions. "Good, I have been wanting to see what's under that little pink outfit." He smiled. "Ah, an appetizer to lure her out, brilliant. And you're sure that's who she really is, huh. Ok. I'll be happy to take care of this." Two weeks later... The Pred slowly slipped the pink phone into a brown envelope along with a note, writing "Pink Angel" on it after he'd sealed it. He looked at the directions one last time before heading out, ready to deliver the package, personally. He laughed to himself, thinking that he hoped she enjoyed the video he put on there. Next: An Angel falls, Part 1

Revenge of the Pred Issue 007 - Who's Been Watching? Two nights later... The Pred walked around the Chief's secret office in the darker part of town, the part filled with abandoned buildings and eyesores for blocks and blocks. However, the inside of his handler's office looked nothing like the delapidated building that it did on the outside. "Nice set up here, boss." The Pred smiled, looking at the video and tracking equipment that filled the large room in the basement of the building. "Whoever is funding this mission of ours must have some pretty deep pockets." He smirked and sat down across the desk from the chief. "Not that it matters that much to me." He put his feet on the desk, leaning back in the chair. "Long as I get to hunt and have my fun." The chief smiled, looking at an open folder on his desk. "Which is why you were chosen for this assignment." He smirked, flipping through the folder, studying it's contents. "That, and your history with a certain heroine." He watched as the Pred's expression changed. "Which is why we're waiting on taking care of Rainbow Woman, who you really want to get your hands on." He tossed the folder to the Pred. "But first, we need to take care of some 'housekeeping' in my department." The Pred looked at the folder and nodded. "So, it's time Officer Bailey saw the error of her ways, huh." He looked at the photo of the officer who had been funneling information to the city's heroines, young and old. The Chief noted the lack of the almost giddy response that the Pred had had in his eyes when told of his previous targets. "She's no teenage girl, my friend, but you can have some fun with her." He laughed, standing and walking over to the surveillance equipment. "And, she only needs to be eliminated. Seems the girl she was using to tip off the heroines knows as much if not more than she does. Should still be a nice piece to add to your collection, so to speak. Apparently, she was one of them before she joined the force. " He looked at the alarm going off on the map on the wall. "Interesting, there seems to be a proximity alert in the building next door." The chief walked behind the desk and took out a revolver. "Take care of it for me on your way back to your place please. Probably just a homeless but we can't have even them snooping around. Heroines are bleeding hearts." The Pred stood up and caught the revolver as he tossed it. "Sure thing, boss. Let me know when you want me to take care of your deparmental problem for you." He smirked and walked out the door. He was quick to get up to ground level and was able to see a petite figure moving past a window on the second floor of the building directly across. "Hmmm." He thought to himself that this might turn out to be a little fun. He quickly got across the street without being seen and entered the abandoned building easily. Meanwhile, three floors up, cause of the alarm, the mysterious, petite hooded figure slowly sank down beside the window that pointed towards the building the Pred had just left. She quickly covered her feminine face, just in case she were discovered and needed to make a quick get away. She sat there for a moment, thinking about what she planned to do, knowing there would be reprecussions, if not only from the police, but from the heroines of the city, as well. She was, after all, known by those circles as Annie Assassin, one of the city's best killers despite being only 13 years old. The gang she worked for the most had hired her for this hit on the police chief. What she couldn't figure out is why he was in this part of town. She reached behind her head and put her bushy brown hair into a ponytail, needing to keep it out of her eyes when the time came to take the shot. "You can do this..." She told herself as she turned, picking up her rifle and aiming it across the street. The Pred looked into the room and could see the petite figure leaning against the window sill, looking out towards the other building, dressed in tight black pants and a black tank top. He could see her ponytail hanging out of the back of her mask and he smiled. He pulled out his cell phone, watching as the girl's hips rocked up and down, the black fabric tight against her young ass. "Stay in the building...this just got a lot more interesting...will bring target over shortly..." He slowly stepped into the room and crept across the empty floor. Annie Assassin studied the door to the building thoroughly, waiting for the chief and the other man to exit. She wondered what they could be doing over there, knowing from her studying of the police files that most nights he was already at his suburban home by now. She could have killed him there, but she didn't want his teenage daughter to find him. While she was an admitted and unapologetic killer, she had her own sense of morality, which was more than she could say for whoever was raping and killing the city's heroines. "Sick bastard." Her words were quiet and to herself, but she didn't know they would be heard by the same person she was referring to. In fact, it was only in the next second that she discovered she had been found - a fatal second too late. "Oh no." She muttered to herself as she felt the barrel of a gun press against the bare back of her young neck. Her hands shook on the handle of her rifle as the gun held to her kept her attention forward. The Pred smiled as he looked down the slender back of the young assassin in front of him. "You may as well lower your weapon, girl, the chief is not coming out. He knows you're over here." He chuckled quietly, looking down to see her tank top had riden up, exposing a thin strip of her slightly tanned lower back. "In fact, you would be well-advised to hand that weapon over right now before my finger gets itchy." He laughed as the young assassin laid her head on the window sill then handed the rifle behind her. "Good, now stand up and cross your wrists behind your back." She hesitated for a moment, causing the Pred to grab the waistband of her pants and jerk her back. The fabric dropped slightly, exposing the dark blue fabric of her thong as well as the top of her asscrack, a sight he enjoyed to say the least. When she felt the Pred's knuckles inside the waistband of her pants, Annie reacted with a yelping protest. "Hey, watch your hands." She wanted to glare of her shoulder at him, but the Pred kept the pistol at her head, her sense keeping her head still. "So, what, you're going to arrest me." Though she was concerned, albeit even a little scared, her tone still made her sound very cocky. The Pred laughed at the young assassin's confidence, knowing she had no idea what was really going on. He turned the butt of her rifle up and smirked. "No exactly, kiddo..." He smiled as he swung the butt of the rifle and connected with the back of her head. The blow was so quick and precise that Annie made no sound as she crumbled to the dirty wooden floor. The Pred knelt down over her prone body, rolling her onto her back. Her tanktop had slipped up, exposing her flat, toned midsection, her naval only a slight slit. Though her tank top was loose, her breasts - a pair of perky large A-cups, were completely covered. He pulled her into the seated position, her tank top sliding back down and the tops of her breasts came into view. He grabbed the material on the top of her head with a smile. "Let's see if this mask is necessary." That said, he pulled the mask off the young contract killer, exposing her young face. "Nice, young and cute." Her eyes were closed in unconsciousness, her mouth drooped open exposing her braces. He took a picture of the unmasked assassin and sent it to the chief. He rolled her back onto her stomach and reached back to get his handcuffs. He looked down and suddenly felt his erection grow at the site of the assassin's hips and ass. Again, he slid his hand into the back of the waistband of her pants, deciding to just go ahead and have some fun while she was unable to fight back. He had exposed the top half of her thong before his phone jingle interupted his thoughts. It was a text from the Chief. "Better plan. Sedate her. We'll take her to your facility. That's the Tigers' favorite assassin. Annie Assassin. I have a way we can use her now and in the future." The Pred sighed and did as he was instructed, cuffing her wrists together behidn her back and carrying her over his shoulder from the building. Later that night... Annie Assassin slowly started to stir, her eyes blinking open as she could feel the effects of the sedative she was drugged with wearing off. She was still, however, not completely herself. The first thing she noticed was that her mask had to be gone as she had to shake her hair out of her face. She tried to move her arms, only to find that her hands were bound behind her back, the feeling of metal on her wrists telling her she was handcuffed. Her hair cleared of her face, she looked up and saw the large man standing over her. Though she knew she was in trouble, she had no intention of letting this asshole know it. "You'd better let me go, dude." She was able to roll over into a seated position and cut a hateful stare up at the man. "My employers...I mean...friends will be looking for me and I can be easy to find when I have to be." As the man stepped towards her, Annie scooted back against the wall. The Pred smiled, standing over her and looking down at her, catching a glimpse of her young cleavage as the Chief looked on, almost chuckling. "Pred, my friend, bring her over here. It's time young Annie learned how dire her situation really is." The Chief laughed as he watched the Pred step even closer to the cowering assassin. The Pred smirked as he heard his handler's request. "Sure thing, Chief." The Pred laughed a little as he saw the look of shock in Annie's eyes as she realized who the other man was talking. The young assassin muttered something but was ignored as the Pred grabbed a handful of her bushy hair. "On your feet, kid, the boss wants a word with you." The Pred enjoyed the feeling as she squirmed a little as he pulled her to her feet, her slim body rubbing against him. "Probably wants to know why you were trying to kill him." Annie slowly stopped her struggling, the pain from being led across the room by her hair angering her. "Fuck you, bastard, I'm not a kid." She wanted to fight him off, but her hands were behind her and he was also quite a bit bigger than she was. She knew, though, with the tracker on her pants pocket, the Tigers would be able to find her. "I'm only 13, but I have killed more men than you'll ever know about." Her anger grew as she was led to the desk, sitting behind it was her target - the city's chief of police. "When my friends get here, I'll make sure I am the one that gets to kill you." She spat at the chief, barely missing him as he smiled at her still. The Chief laughed at the young girl, held still by the Pred who had one hand on her hair, the other on the back of her tank top, causing it to ride up slowly. "Oh, I feel you're in for a big surprise, little Annie." He smirked, turning on the television behind him. Annie watched the screen, which played a recorded video conference from earlier that night between the Chief and one of the leaders of the Tigers. She listened as the Chief told the gang leader that he knew they sent Annie to kill him and that she had failed. "Oh no." She muttered as she saw the Pred move behind the Chief, holding her unconscious body for the gang leader to see. However, the Chief told the leader that they had a common enemy in the city's heroines and that, if they agreed to offer whatever help he asked for, the police would not pay much attention to his gang. "He wouldn't ever agree to that..." She muttered quietly to herself. Annie's heart almost stopped when the chief said that all it would cost them would be Annie. When she heard the word "Deal" come from the gang leader, for the first time, she felt her body fill with fear. However, it was the next thing she heard that broke her heart, as well as terrified her. "In fact, whatever you do to her, record it." Her mouth dropped open in shock as the gang leader's eyes practically lit up as he spoke. "And send it to me. I would love to see that cocky little bitch get brought down a peg or two." Annie hung her head as she heard the gang leader laugh as the Chief told him that he and the Pred were the ones hunting down the city's heroines and that she would fit into those same plans. As the video ended, she closed her eyes. "This can't be happening..." She yelped out as the Pred grabbed her hair and jerked her head back. She looked at the Chief, tears forming in her eyes as she looked into his eyes, which were looking up and down her body. "You can't do this to me..." She sighed quietly as the Pred released her hair, but she was still caught between him and the desk. He motioned for the Pred to uncuff her and he did. The Chief laughed at the young girl, who looked around the room as though she had a thought of escaping. "See, that's where you're wrong, my deadly young friend." He smirked and walked around the desk, the Pred pulling her back so his mentor could get close to her. He took her by the chin and made her look up at him. "I am one target you probably should have passed up." He let go of her chin and the young girl looked away, scowling. He walked to the door then turned and looked at the Pred, who held the young girl in place. "Check her for other weapons." He watched as the young girl gulped, a sure sign that there were things to find. "After that, is totally up to you, my friend. I am sure she knows how much pain you could cause her for resisting." He laughed and left the room. The Pred pushed Annie a couple feet from him, making sure she kept her back turn to him. "Put your hands on your head and don't move an inch." Annie's hands slowly moved to her head as the Pred stepped forward and knelt down behind her. He took off her shoes, leaving her barefoot. He started her patdown at her calf and moved up to her knee then right at her left thigh before stopping. "Well, what have we here?" He laughed as she tried to spin around but he stopped her. "No no, I'll see for myself." The villain grabbed the waistband of her pants and jerked them down to her knees, finally getting to see her thong-clad ass. Annie screamed at him as she felt the fabric of her pants leave her hips, leaving her lower body clad only in a thong. Her left hand shot down to her ass, trying to cover her pale asscheeks as she spun around. "Fucking pervert! What are you doing?!" She spun, covering the front of her thong with both hands now that she was facing him as he stood. Her eyes flashed with anger and the young assassin slapped him hard. The Pred's head didn't even move as the young girl slapped him, smirking as she stepped back when she realized her anger didn't matter to him. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back to him, looking down at her thighs - a knife on one and a cellphone on the her hip, tucked into the strap of her thong. "Oh, I don't think you want me to get rough just yet, kid." As she screamed in protest, he slung her against the desk, bending her over the piece of furniture. He leaned over her, her bare asscheeks pressing against his growing erection. "But, try that again, and I will make this very slow and painful for you." He pulled her back up and spun her back around, pushing her back against the desk. "Hand me your knife and phone." The Pred smiled as the young girl raised her leg and unstrapped her knife, handing it to him with a scowl on her face. As her leg went back down, the Pred grabbed the phone from her hip before picking her up and sitting her on the desk. "So, I wonder what we have on your phone here." Annie almost yelped as she was jerked up and sat onto the desk, her bare asscheeks touching the cold, wooden surface. She glared at him as he opened the phone, a puzzled look on his face. "It's not even mine. Spoils of battle." She smirked at him, almost laughing but her expression soon changed. The Pred laughed at her as he flipped open her switchblade and put the tip against her young neck, a look of fear flashing across her face as he did. "Spoils of battle, eh?" He pushed her shoulders back, forcing her to lay back on the desk, her breasts rising and falling under her tank top as her breath sped up. He smirked as he pushed her top up slowly, exposing her flat stomach. "I like to take trophies, too, actually." His smile widens as he takes a good look at the front of her blue thong, her dark pubic hair visible through the see-through fabric as well as the top of her young slit. Annie's young eyes grew wide as the Pred pulled her pants the rest of the way off, not liking the direction the situation was going. She tried to keep the steely nerve that made her a top assassin, but the way the man's hand with the knife ran up her thigh towards her hips was starting to scare her. "Wh-what kinda trophies...?" The Pred smiled as he saw the assassin's lips begin to tremble as his hand ran across the front of her thong, a finger sliding against her still-covered slit. "Oh, I think I can go ahead and show you." With that, he grabbed her thong and ripped it from her body, exposing her thick patch of pubic hair and pussy. He tossed her thong onto the desk beside her. Annie screamed out as the thong was ripped from her body, thoughts raced through her mind what this meant. "No! Don't!" Instinctively, her hands shot down to her lower body to cover her now bare lower body. "If you're the one that killed those girls, we're kinda on the same side." She began to panic more when he grabbed her wrists with both hands and force her arms over her head. "Please don't do this to me!" Annie's slender legs kicked out for a moment, but stopped as soon as the Pred leaned over and put her knife to her throat, the tip of her blade knicking her skin. "Yes, kid, that was me." He ran the knife around her cheek as her chin trembled. He smirked as he lowered the knife back down to her neck. "I raped and killed the Wasp, threw her hot little body off her balcony." He kept the knife to her throat, but released her wrists as she was too scared to move. "I tortured the Park Rider until she told me hwo to find some more her peers." He ran his fingers through the 13-year-old assaassin's pubic hair, his pinkie touching the top of her slit. "Then I fucked her ass and snapped her neck like a twig." He laughed, spreading her legs before running his hand up to her stomach. "That pregnant cunt Goldie was a pretty talkative piece of ass, too. A little torture and a fun little fuck, then I just poisoned her. No sense making her suffer too much." He laughed and moved both hands to the top of her tank top, keeping the knife in the palm of his right hand and ripped it open her black top, exposing her blue, strapless sports bra. He smiled as he saw the look of shame on the young girl's face, as well as that her bra was see-through as well. Annie, knowing the knife was still split seconds away from being able to pierce her skin, kept her arms above her head. For the first time since she became an assassin, she felt completely helpless and defeated and it was starting to show. "T-t-torture me all you want." She watched as a smile spread across his face as he ran the knife along her bare belly, his eyes almost fixed on her lower body as he spread her legs open. "I-I-If I knew who any of them were, I would have...have killed them." She felt the knife move up her body, but as much as she wanted to stop him, her fear kept her from moving. "In fact, I-I got that phone off Pink Angel the other night in a fight." The Pred stopped and smiled, leaning over her and looking into her eyes. "Is that so?" He looked over at the phone beside her then put it in his pocket. "That little 'spoil of battle' has just made me decide not to torture you, kid." He smirked, but moved the knife to the center of her sports bra, her young breasts visible underneath the see-through fabric. In one motion he sliced the garment, freeing her A-cup breasts as she chirped in response. "But, I am going to have my fun with you before you serve your purpose in our mission." He smiled as he saw a tear leave the assassin's eye. His hands roamed across her young, teen mounds, her nipples hardening in response. Annie started to cry as she knew she was helpless as the man had her pinned down against the desk, her 13-year-old body exposed and ripe for him. "Please..." She watched as he pulled his cock out, terrified as it looked almost as big as her wrist. "Don't...don't rape me...I'll do whatever you want to help you..." Her protests were cut short as he tied her torn sportsbra around her mouth, gagging her with the garment. She cried out through her gag as she felt the tip of his cock press against her young, tight slit. "HMPH!!" The Pred snickered as he pushed the tip of his cock into the young teen's pussy as she continued to attempt to struggle. He ended those thoughts, however, when he put the knife back to her throat. He pushed more into her as she did, causing her screams of protest to turn into cries of pain. "Might as well shut up, you little brat. I could have tortured you first like I did the Rider and Goldie." The Pred moved the knife away, satisfied that her struggling was done, then lifted her lower body up, half of his large cock already inside the 13-year-old assassin. "You're lucky that I just want to fuck your tight little pussy." As he said that, he pulled her hips into him, the rest of his nine inches ramming into her pussy. "Your usefulness will be after I am through with this cute little body of yours." Annie's crying scream echoed through the room as she felt her body being torn apart by the Pred's cock. Unlike a lot of girls her age, she was not a virgin, but she was in no way prepared to be raped by a cock the size of the Pred's. After a painful moment which seemed to last forever for Annie, the Pred started pulling out and pushing back into her. Her own cries of pain and defeate filled her ears as she realized she had went from a hired killer hours earlier to a limp, teenage fuck toy for this man. Her arms laid out to her side as he raped her, as he used her legs to slide her body back and forth, making the penetration deeper. With each thrust, her cone-shape, A-cup breasts slapped back and forth. The Pred's laughter echoed through the room as he pulled all the way out, then rammed back into her. "MMMMMPH!!!" The Pred continued to laugh as he held his cock inside the quaking teen, feeling her juices run around his cock. "Cumming like a little whore, I see." The Pred slowly slid in and out a couple more times before stopping again, her sobbs muffled by the bra that gagged her. "What's wrong kid, does a man fucking you hurt that much?" He pushed all the way into her and held it again, her sobs echoing through the room as she nodded her head. "Beg me, you little brat. Beg me for mercy..." The Pred pulled the gag out of her mouth and Annie gasped out, crying as she did. "Please stop...it...hurts...you're too big...for me..." The young assassin grimmaced as he pumped in and out a couple more times before he pulled out of her, the rest of her orgasm slowly running out of her and onto the desk. She laid on the desk, her legs dangling as he stood between them, her arms slowly covering her breasts and pussy as she cried. She stayed limp as he grabbed the straps of her torn tank top and pulled her to her feet. Tears raced from her once-proud eyes as she looked at her rapist. "Please...anything...just don't put it back in there again." She cried again, fearing what he would do next. The Pred smiled as he heard the assassin beg him to stop her rape. "Yeah, not as tight as when I started, that's for sure." He spun her around, making her face away from him. "But, I am no where near done with you yet." The Pred laughed as he could feel the young girl's shoulders shaking in his hands, her legs almost like jelly from her rape. "Think I will see if I can find another hole to put this in." He ran the tip of his cock along her lower back. Annie cried out as her rapist forced her to bend over the desk, screaming in pain as her cheek hit the wood where she had be laying moments earlier. Her terror grew as he grabbed her wrists, binding them behind her back with the bra she had been gagged with. She was even more helpless now that before. "Please...please no..." She cried and closed her eyes as she felt his cock laying on her back, his hands running along her ass. The Pred enjoyed the sounds of the young assassin's pleas for her rape to end, his hands on her hips which had just started to widen into womanhood. "It could be worse, bitch." He leaned over her, pinning her to the desk as he pulled her head back by her hair. "The boss has some friends that I am sure would love a turn at the little bitch that's been shooting at them." He pushed her head back down and leaned back, looking at her ass. Her cheeks had just a little pudge to them as he spread them, exposing her pink asshole. "But, I am not sharing this ass with anyone." He ran his cock under her, her stretched pussy lubricating it a little before he pushed the head into her. "Mmmm. You might even have a tighter ass than the Rider." Annie screamed out in pain as her tender, teenage asshole was invaded by her rapist. "Gawd...oww....fuck..." She cried out as the Pred slowly force-fed his cock into her, stretching her ass open as he did. He kept her pinned down, her breasts squashed against the desk. She felt him grab her wrists and use her own body to impale her the rest of the way as she felt his hairy legs against her ass. Through her teary eyes, she looked up and saw a camera pointing at her, catching her face contort as the Pred slid out and rammed back into her ass. She realized that her rape was getting videoed, just as the gangleader had requested. Her cries began to turn to moans of pain as her anal rape neared its end. The Pred moaned out with each thrust, feeling her young asscheeks jiggle against his legs with each thrust into her only speeding up his orgasm. "Fuckin tight little shit." He pushed himself all the way in as he came, practically lifting her off the floor and insuring that his seed would soak her bowels. The Pred moaned out as the last of his seed shot into her ass before letting her drop limply back onto the desk. The Pred laughed as he pulled his pants back up, his victim remaining bent over, her stretched and bleeding asshole still pointing at him. He could hear her sobbing "ows" as she slowly slid down to the floor, barely catching herself on her knees as she slumped forward beside the desk. Annie cried as she almost laid there on the floor, having never been in such pain as this man had caused her with her rapes. She began to panic as she heard him step towards her again, fearing what he would do to her now. "Please..." She moaned in protest as he grabbed her hair and drug her away from the desk. She was terrified that he would make good on letting the officers fuck her as well. "You had your fun. Please let me go..." She could see herself on the monitor in front of her, her bushy brown hair a mess as her lips trembled, Her perky, A-cup breasts rose and fell as they stood on her chest, topped with hard pink nipples. As she inhaled, her stomach became even flatter, making her pubic mound stick out more, as well as the thick patch of hair. Under her, her once-tight pussy was still slightly stretched up, the lips parted under her. However, its what she sees in the Pred's hand that almost stops her heart. "Oh gawd...no..." She closed her eyes and began to shake at the sight of the small gun in his hand. The Pred smiled at the sobbing teen, who is breaking down in front of him, muttering to herself as he put the gun to the back of her head. "You knew this would end this way, kid." He smirked as she lowered her head, a quaking sob flowing through her body. "Don't worry, this gun won't make a big hole and it'll be quick." He pressed the barrel tight to the back of her skull. "Your sacrifice will help the cause greatly, kid." He smiled as he saw the crying expression on her face on the monitor, her eyes barely open, tears streaming and her lips trembling. Annie cried again, completely breaking down as her final moments seemed to drag on. "Please...I'll help you kill them all..." She sobbed deeply a final time. "Please, don't kill me...pl-" Pred only smirked as he pulled the trigger, a loud bang accompanying the bullet entering the back of her skull. The villain watched as the assassin's body lurched forward silently then slumped forward to the ground, her lifeless form remaining on her knees. He stepped back and smiled, seeing her young face staring to the left, a small stream of blood coming from the corner of her mouth. Her slim back was slanted forward, her ass pointed at him, her asshole still gaping from the rape minutes earlier. He walked over to the desk and leaned against it, calling the Chief. "Yes, it's done. She won't be taking shots at anyone else again." He paused as the Chief told him what to do with the body. "Devious idea, boss. I'll get right on it." He hung up and walked over to Annie's lifeless body. He picked her up by the hair, her feet only an inch or two off the floor. Her dead eyes stared at him, her mouth agape, braces showing, blood at the corners of her mouth. "You're going to be even more useful to the cause dead." He ran his hand across her still, cone-shaped breast and smiled. The next morning... Rainbow Woman walked to the park towards the location her connection within the police department had given her. As the reached the spot where she was told to go, she was instantly thankful that she had ordered her young partner stay out of costume for the foreseeable future. "Oh my gawd..." Those three words were all she could say as she looked at the scene in front of her. In the middle of the city's park was a playground and in the middle of the playground was a rectangular jungle gym. It was not the sight of the equipment that bothered the heroine, but it was what hung from it that made her stomach turn. Tied to the piece of playground equipment was Assassin Annie's young, naked body. Her arms stretched out to the sides, her head hung towards her chest, her lifeless breasts no longer moving. Her legs were spread slightly, just enough for her young pussy to be exposed, still slightly stretched from her rape. On her flat, bare stomach, the letter "A" was carved, a slight line of blood running down towards her pubic mound. Rainbow Woman closed her eyes and shook her head. "This is getting out of hand, whoever is targeting your girls." The mature heroine turned in time to see the Chief approach her. "Speaking of which, where's your little blonde friend?" Rainbow Woman wanted to scream at the Chief, but thought better of it. Instead, she strode past him, cutting him a look as she did. "Do you think she needs to see something like this? That girl was younger than her." She walked past him, finally looking back as she left the scene. "But, if you must know, I told her to stay out of costume until whoever is doing this is caught." She looked back at Annie's body as the other officers untied her and took her down. "And Annie was not 'one of my girls' actually. She was a killer, but even she didn't deserve this." She turned again and left. The Chief watched her leave, keeping his eyes on her ass as she left. One of the officers approached and he chuckled, knowing his subordinate was aware of the group's plan. "She will be fun to break and eliminate." He smiled. "But first, we need to get rid of a couple people talking too much. Officer Bailey needs to be punished for her traitorous actions." Next: Collateral Damage

Revenge of the Pred Issue 020 - The End of Rainbow Woman An Unexpected Guest Moments earlier... Maria had planned to stay the weekend with her best friend, Ariel, but the plans got changed when she invited her boyfriend over. When the two started making out after Tommy had snuck over she felt uncomfortable. He only made it even more awkward when he invited Maria to, as he put it, "join in the fun." That was all it took for her to have a change of plans and walk the mile across town back home. Sure, she'd have to spend the night alone, probably, but that was better than watching Ariel go down on a guy that wanted a threesome with her best friend involved. As soon as she got inside her house, she could sense something was wrong. She came in the back door and could see what looked like a red costume laying on the floor by the front door. "Shel? You home?" As she stepped closer, she saw it - the blood on the door. "Oh...oh gawd..." Her dark brown eyes grew wide as she saw that it was the bottom of her sister's Red Devil costume, the tail torn off and thrown across the room. She stepped closer to the door and saw the holes in the wood, having no idea her sister had been nailed up against the door and raped there just hours earlier. Maria also didn't know the man who had done this - and more, in fact - was now just inches away from her and watching her. The Pred smiled as he saw the back of the young girl standing in front of him, her tanned back bared by the cut of the red dress she wore which came to just above her knees. Looks like he was going to get to have a little more fun this weekend after all. He could see her shaking as she started to realize something bad had happened. Maria turned and the Pred quickly pushed her against the door, covering her mouth. "Well, hello, you must be Maria." Instinctively, the teen grabbed for the Pred's arm, but he quickly pressed Shelly's horn against her throat. "I wouldn't do that, if I were you, kid." He laughed as her brown eyes grew even wider as the sharp point touched her neck. "Now, I am going to move my hand and, if you scream, well, I will give you a better reason to scream. Got it?" Maria nodded her head as a tear formed in her eyes when the Pred moved his hand. Maria felt her heartbeat race as she watched the man's eyes move down the front of her low-cut dress, her b-cup breasts pushed up slightly by its built in bra. She looked up at the man who had the weapon to her throat, a tear running down her cheek. "Wh...where's my sister?" She began to feel more uncomfortable with the way he was looking at her, especially as his eyes focused on her young breasts. The Pred laughed as he ran his hand along Maria's cheek and the teen cringed at his touch. "Oh, she's up stairs resting in your room." He smirked as a look of confusion spread across the teen's face as he grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her away from the door. "How about we go see if she is awake yet." He laughed as he guided the 15-year-old to the stairway, running his hand down her spine as he kept her close to him. "She has had a long couple nights, but fun ones." He laughed as Maria turned to look at him, concern in her young eyes. The two reached Maria's bedroom and the Pred pulled her back into him, her young ass pressing against him through the thin fabric of her dress. "By the way, I wouldn't try anything stupid in there, got me?" Maria slowly nodded her head as he opened the door. As soon as Maria stepped into her bedroom, the site of what was in front of her scared her beyond her young imagination. Her eyes grew wide as she saw her sister Shelly, nude, spread-eagled and bound to her bed. "Oh my gawd..." The teen started to cry at the site of her sister, still bandaged up from the beating she took at the Pred's hands. "Is...is she...?" She began to shake with fear as the Pred pushed her to the end of the bed and she saw her sister's head slumped forward just above Shelly's firm breasts. She looked away, not wanting to see her sister's pussy in front of her, but the Pred placed a hand on her head and made her look. "Did you..." The thought of what he may have done to her sister kept Maria from finishing her question. The Pred smiled as he ran his hand up Maria's back, causing her skin to break out in goosebumps. "Oh, she's quite alive, though she's been out for quite some time." He smirked as the young girl turned her head to look at him, still not wanting to look at the beaten, naked form of her older sister. He ran his hand along her cheek as she closed her eyes again, a tear leaving her left eye. "You want to know if I fucked your sister, don't you?" Keeping her eyes closed, Maria's lips trembled as she nodded her head. He leaned in to her, close enough to kiss her had he wanted. "Yes, Maria, I fucked your big sister..." He took her trembling hand and placed it on his crotch. "And I was thinking about doing it one more time when I heard you come in." Maria began to cry harder at the thought of what he planned to do to her sister had she not shown up. Her hand was pressed against a large bulge in the Pred's pants, causing her heart to beat faster. "Oh my gawd..." She slowly turned to face him as the Pred allowed her to move her hand, which she did quickly. "But, she's not into guys..." The Pred smiled and ran his hand along her cheek, looking into her scared brown eyes. "I'd heard that but she was still quite a good little fuck." His hand slowly slid down and teased the thin strap of her dress as she shuddered at his touch, closing her eyes again. He was about to slip the thin strap off her tanned shoulder when he saw Shelly begin to stir behind her. "Good, she's awake. Was worried I hit her too hard and prematurely finished her sweet little ass off." Maria's heart raced again as she spun to see her blindfolded, gagged sister begin to move weakly in her restraints. In her panic, she didn't acknowledge the Pred's statement about finishing Shelly off or what that could mean. She began to panic more as he moved from behind her and looked to be about to do something to her older sister. "Please, mister, don't...don't hurt Shelly anymore..." Shelly stopped struggling when Maria spoke and the older of the two sisters began to tremble again. Wh...what are you going to do to her, mister?" The Pred laughed as he heard Shelly's scream of terror muffled by the duct tape as he stepped closer to her bound form, making a point to grab her breast again, this time where Maria could see him molest her sister. With a smirk, he stepped to the headboard of the bed. "As I said, I was just finishing up with your dear sister when you came home early." He reachd down with a tug at the blindfold then pulled it off. "And here I thought my weekend fun was all through." The Pred smiled and watched the look of horror spread across Shelly's face as she saw her sister standing at the foot of the bed. He laughed and walked back to the foot of the bed and stood behind Maria, his hands on the straps of her formal dress. He ran his hand along her cheek and the young girl tried to look away, only to be stopped. "Guess I get to meet your sister after all, huh, Red Devil." Maria's tears flowed faster now as she felt the man put his hands on her shoulders. "Please, mister..." Maria slowly turned to face the man who had her and her sister at his mercy. "She looks really hurt...wh...why are you doing this?" She closed her eyes as she felt his hand move up to her cheek and squeeze her face. The Pred smiled, his hand sliding back down and joining the other on her left shoulder, covering the strap of her dress. "You're right, she could use a rest." He smirked and grabbed both of the straps of her dress, smiling as that action pressed the fabric tighter against her young body. "And, since you can't bare to see her naked, let's see if you look better without this pretty dress of yours." The Pred's eyes lit up as he jerks his hands away from her shoulders, snapping the straps of her dress. Shelly felt the tears running down her face as she heard Maria speak to the man who had beat and raped her hours earlier. Her little sister looked very small in comparison to the Pred and seeing his hands on Maria's shoulders terrified her and gave Shelly a sense of dread for what would very likely happen to the 15-year-old. She screamed into the duct tape as she saw the Pred grab the straps on Maria's red dress, her mind screaming to her what was going to happen. And there was nothing that could stop him as she watched him break the straps then release the thin torn pieces of fabric. Shelly cried harder as the dress fell down to the floor and she could see the only thing remaining on Maria's trembling body was a pair of red, see-through bikini panties. She closed her eyes when she saw Maria's asscrack through the fabric, knowing the Pred was seeing much more as he stood in front of her. Tears ran down Maria's cheeks as she felt her dress slip from her body, leaving her in just her panties. "Please..." She began to cry harder as the Pred ran his hand along her cheek, wiping the tears away as though he was actually concerned. "I...I..." Her mind couldn't find the words as she felt his hand move down to her shoulder then trace her collarbone and she realized what had in fact happened to Shelly. "P...please...no..." As his hand slid down between her naked, 15-year-old breasts, the truth flashed to the front of Maria's mind. This man had raped her sister Shelly - more than once - and she would soon be his next victim. The Pred smiled as he watched the young girl cry as his hand slid down between her breasts. Like Shelly, Maria's young breasts were firm and sat high and separate on her chest. Still a couple years younger, though, she wasn't quite as developed as Shelly, but her breasts were just as tender as he groped her. "Why? Are you into girls like your big lesbo sister over there?" He smirked as he gently squeezed Maria's breasts as she shook her head then he spun her around. "Didn't think so." He ran his hand onto Maria's flat stomach and smiled. "You know, she's had two or three orgasms with me." He smirked as he saw Shelly's eyes pleading for him to let Maria go as his hand teased the front hem of her panties. "Has anyone ever made you cum before, Maria?" Maria's tears began to flow again as she felt the Pred slip one of his large fingers inside the waistband of her panties. Fear flashed through her mind and body as she knew he was about to do something awful to her. "Please, mister, don't rape me." She turned her head to look at him as his finger slipped back out of her panties and she felt a hint of relief for the first time. "I...I...I'm a virgin...I'll do anything..." The Pred smiled as he stepped back to look at the young girl's body from behind. Her hair, like her sister's, was long and back and came down to the middle of her tanned back, which had a slight curve inward as it got closer to her ass. Even though Maria's breasts were smaller than her sister's, the site of the younger sister's backside clad in just a pair of thin, transparent panties made him harder than Shelly's ass did - even after anally raping the 17-year-old. The panties were so transparent, he could every inch of her asscrack and cheeks before stepped back to her. "Is that right? Anything?" He chuckled as Maria lowered her head and nodded. "Well, I have an idea. Since you don't want me to fuck you or your sister right now, how about you show her a little lovin." Maria turned around and gave the Pred a puzzled look then realized where his plan was going, her eyes growing wide. "Since she likes girls, I want to see if she likes it when her little sister eats her pussy." Maria froze as she heard the Pred say what he wanted her to do to her helpless, tied up sister. She could barely wrap her mind around him wanting her to have oral sex with her own sister, especially when she knew Shelly wouldn't want that - especially after he'd already raped her. "Bu...but...she's my sister..." Her lips trembled as she heard the man behind her laugh before running his hand across her panty clad ass. "I...I can't d-d-d-o that to Shelly. That's...that's..." She turned to beg him face to face, but he moved past her and walk towards the headboard where Shelly watched him draw closer, fear filling her eyes. "P-p-please..." Maria began to cry as she saw how scared her sister was of the man who stood by her bound form on the bed. The Pred shook his head as he ran his hand through Shelly's long dark hair, making sure her younger sister Maria could see the bandage around her head covering the wounds left behind by her horns. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this in front of you, Maria." He grabbed Shelly's chin as she squealed into the duct tape over her mouth, then closed her eyes and cried. "But, since you want to do this the hard way." He made sure the 15-year-old could see what he was doing as he pressed a thumb against each of the bandaged wounds on her forehead. Shelly screamed into her gag as she felt the intense pain his thumbs caused as a punishment for Maria's refusal to perform oral sex on her. She wanted to scream for Maria to run for it while she had the chance, but her younger sister stood there in just her see through panties crying. The pain was so intense her vision began to blur. Maria cried harder as she watched the Pred torture her sister and could see her bandage begin to stain as his thumbs caused Shelly's wounds to bleed again. Maria didn't want to do it, but watching him torture the sister she looked up to and loved forced her seemed worse than committing incest with her. "Ok ok ok...just stop it...please...I'll do it! Just stop hurting her." She rushed over to him and grabbed his arm, her eyes pleading with him. "I'll...I'll do anything you want me to." She closed her eyes and cried more as he led her back to the foot of the bed." The Pred smiled as he looked up and down Maria's nearly naked body. Put back at the foot of the bed, the 15-year-old stood there crying and he found it odd she didn't attempt to cover her body. "That's a good little girl, Maria." He looked at the front of her panties for the first time and could see a fairly thin, trimmed black bush and the top of her slit clearly through the thin fabric. "Now, you're going to start kissing her neck then work your way down." He chuckled as Maria closed her eyes and shuddered. "Then work your way down and use your hands while you're at it." The Pred walked back behind Maria and ran his hand down her back and into the back of the waistband of her panties. As she shuddered, pushed her forward causing her to stumble forward and lean over the bed, her panty clad ass pointing at him. "Get to work, Maria, or I will have some fun with you myself." Tears flowed from Maria's eyes as she slowly slid up Shelly's body, leaning down on her tied up older sister. The 15-year-old shook as she leaned against her sister's upper body, the sisters' breasts pressed against each other as she began to kiss Shelly's neck. "Sorry." Maria's words were weak as both sisters cried as the lesbian incest continued as the younger sister moved down to the base of Shelly's neck, her hands slowly sliding up her sister's waist. As Maria sobbed as her hands slowly reached up and began to fondle her sister's breasts, Shelly hated the feeling she was having - pleasure. "Mmpph." She tried to scream into the tape covering her mouth, but it sounded more like she was enjoying the 15-year-old's mouth on her skin more than the intended message for her to stop. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as Maria took her left breast in her hand and nearly screamed when her sister placed her lips around her nipple. She wanted to struggle, but fear of what he would do to Maria kept Shelly in place while her sister played with her large breasts. She knew Maria only did so thinking she could keep them from being raped. Shelly knew this rapist would probably kill her after Maria was done then rape and kill her little sister as well. Shelly closed her eyes and cried as she watched her sister's head move down towards her stomach - though her hands stayed on her breasts, fondling the firm mounds of flesh. But, it wasn't that but the image of the Pred standing behind her sister as she moved south, his eyes locked on Maria's panty-covered ass, that she could no longer stand. The Pred could feel himself growing harder and harder as he Maria moved closer to her older sister's spread legs. But, it was the site of the 15-year-old's ass, pointed up and at him that was driving him to ecstasy. Initially all he could see through the transparent fabric was Maria's round little ass but at its current angle he could see the back of her young pussy come into view. Seeing Maria's young pussy lips presenting themselves to him through the sheer fabric made him want to fuck the 15-year-old as she ate her sister out. "That's right, eat your big sister's pussy. Finger her while you do it." He ran his hand along the curve of Maria's panty clad ass as he stepped back towards the head of the bed, his eyes focused on Shelly as her face showed that her sister had finally reached her pussy. "Make big sister cum all over your pretty little face." He laughed as he stepped closer to the head of the bed. Maria glanced up for a moment as her fingers spread open Shelly's wet pussy, trying not to let it into her mind that this man's dick had been where she was about to put her mouth just hours before. She wanted to curse the man that was making her do this, the man that had raped her sister, but she could only watch as he stepped beside Shelly's bound up upper body. Maria was scared of what could be next for her sister, so she lowered her eyes and licked more furiously at Shelly's wet folds - her pointer and middle fingers pumping into her big sister's pussy. The Pred smiled as he leaned in to whisper where only Shelly could hear him speak, his eyes watching as Maria lowered her focus from her big sister and the man who'd raped her. "Feels like heaven, I bet, having your kid sister be the last one who eats your pussy." He laughed knowing Shelly was cussing him as she muttered through her moans into taped up mouth. "And, the longer she does this, the harder it will get for you to breathe as you get ready to cum." He smirked, running his hand along her cheek to the bridge of her nose. "But, why make it any harder on you than it has to be." He pinched her nostrils shut and Shelly's eyes flashed with panic. In fact, it wasn't the first time the former Red Devil was filled with terror that night as she suddenly felt herself unable to breath. She wanted to scream for him to stop, but found she could not make a sound and she realized this was how it was going to happen. The Pred had raped twice since Friday night and told her she would die in the house her sisters lived in. But, making matters far worse, her 15-year-old sister Maria was being forced to eat her pussy as she was strapped helpless to her younger sister's bed. She tried desperately to breath but began to see she would suffocate there while the man who'd raped her and stripped her little sister held her nose shut. As her breath grew more ragged, things got worse when she felt herself climax from her sister's oral stimulation. Her orgasm slowed then her vision began to blur as she felt her sister's tongue halt and heard Maria speak. Maria knew none of this was going on, having closed her eyes when she saw the Pred walk to the head of the bed. She didn't want to be doing what she was to Shelly, so she sure didn't want to see whatever it was he was going to do to her. So, she closed her eyes and focused on what she was forced to do, her young, pink tongue going to work on her sister's clit while she furiously finger Shelly. As her young breasts rubbed against the bed and her light pink nipples rubbed the mattress, she felt herself getting wet. But, she didn't have much time for that to sink in when she felt Shelly's orgasm hit her in the face. The orgasm was so strong and sudden there was no way for the 15-year-old to close her mouth in time and the first moment of Shelly's eruption shot into Maria's throat. It was then Maria opened her eyes and saw what the Pred was doing to her sister. "Nfg..." She tried to protest but coughed up some of Shelly's cum instead, most having been swallowed. "Please, mister...she can't breathe!" Maria really began to panic, seeing her sister's eyes look funny as though she were passing out - or worse. The young teen slid up Shelly's body and grabbed at the Pred's wrist. "Don't kill her, please!" Tears flowed from Maria's eyes as she begged for her sister's life and she leapt from the bed, both hands on the Pred's forearm. "What...whatever you were going to her before I came home..." She looked into his eyes and cried harder. "You can do to me." She looked at her sister then closed her eyes as the Pred moved his hand away from Shelly's face. "You...you can fuck me instead of her." The Pred smiled as he heard Maria's offer, even though he had planned to have the 15-year-old that night from the moment he saw her panty-clad ass. He turned to her and she stepped back away from him. "Well, someone does have a mouth on her, doesn't she?" He smirked as she backed away from him further, his fingers slowly touching her trembling lips. "And, that is a very intriguing offer you make, Maria." He laughed as she backed into the door and was trapped by him. He ran his hand down her body, molesting her trembling breasts for a moment before running his hand over the front of her panties. "How about we go down to the basement and I fuck you in Shelly's room? Would you rather her not see you give me your virginity?" The Pred smiled as he felt the wetness on her panties as Maria nodded, her eyes closed and cheeks stained with tears. "Wait right here while I tell your sister one last thing." He backed away, making sure Maria obeyed. The teen did, her head pointed toward the ground and away from him and the bed where Shelly was bound helpless. Shelly's eyes grew wide as she watched what was going on across the room and she could hear every word. As she finally was able to breathe again, she wanted to scream into her gag, but knew it was no use. There was no way to warn Maria about what he was going to do to her. She knew this man was going to rape her little sister and Maria was sacrificing her body to try to save Shelly. She knew that was all in vain as he leaned in and she heard him speak where only she could hear him. "I'll be back when I am done with her." He smirked and grabbed Shelly by the hair. "Until then, get some rest." With that, he slammed her head backwards and Shelly's skull was full of pain as she blacked out. Maria turned around just as the Pred slammed her older sister's head back and watched as Shelly slumped unconsciously forward. "NO!" She started to rush to Shelly's aid, but could see it was a bad idea and froze in fear as the Pred took a step toward her - his look telling her not to move an inch without his approval. She couldn't see Shelly's face as the older of the sister's features were covered by her long black hair as her head slumped forward, the ends of her hair touching her firm tits. "Is...is she?" She looked into the Pred's eyes with fear as he put his hand over her mouth. The Pred laughed and spun Maria around then pulled her back away from the door. "She's just going to take a little nap while we go down to her room and have some fun." He smirked, opening the door with one hand and smacking Maria's panty-clad ass with the other. "I bet you're going to be more fun than Shelly was when I fucked her last night down there." He gave her a gentle shove as she looked over her shoulder, concerned with her sister. He smirked as she took a couple steps forward and he again saw her ass in the transparent panties again, knowing those would be one thing he would keep from that weekend. Maria didn't say anything in response as she felt his hand on her back as the two made their way to Shelly's room in the basement. Mostly she cried as her mind told her what was going to happen in a matter of moments. She closed her eyes and sobbed a little more when they reached the door to the basement. She knew when they got down there it was going to happen - she was going to be raped. She swallowed hard as she opened the door and started down the stairs to the basement. "A-a-after you're done with me, y-y-you're leaving, right?" She stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked at the basement hideout of her sister Shelly. She could see the chains hanging from the pipe and what little was left of Shelly's Red Devil costume still laying on the floor. The Pred smiled as he pushed the nearly naked 15-year-old further into the basement. "You mean after I finish fucking you're cute little brains out?" He laughed as Maria closed her eyes, tears coming again and nodded her head. He guided her between the bed and the chains hanging from the pipe. "Don't worry, kid, after I finish with you, I will leave you here for your sister to find." He smirked as Maria sighed as he ran his fingers across her trembling lips. "Just like your big sister up there." Maria shivered at his touch and quickly began to wish she would have stayed at her friend's that night. Her only hope was that whatever he planned to do to her down here would take long enough to allow help to arrive. Maria wanted to beg him to be gentle with her, but the blood she had seen on the door when she got home along with how beaten Shelly looked told her that would probably not be worth begging for. "I-I..." She tried to put words together in her head as she felt him circle her, eyeing her nearly naked body up and down as he did. "You...you're going to chain me up...then rape me...aren't you?" She started to cry again as she said the word rape, the doom of it all sinking into her mind as she felt him step behind her and grab her breasts from behind. "J-j-just like you did to Shelly..." She felt his hand slide down to her stomach then across the front of her panties as she closed her eyes and sobbed again. The Pred laughed, pulling her panty-clad ass into his waist as his hand pressed against the front of her panties. He smirked as the transparent fabric was still wet. "Oh, I doubt the chains will be needed for you, Maria." His hand started to move around the front of her panties, feeling her young, moist slit through the fabric. He took her chin with his other hand and pulled her head back where he could speak into her ear. "It's not like I am going to fuck you in the ass like I did Shelly when she was chained up down her." He released her head as she sobbed then moaned slightly as his long finger teased her slit through her panties. Maria slumped forward slightly as her pre-rape molestation continued and she squirmed, little knowing the act of her ass grinding against the bulge in the Pred's pants was only making matters worse. "Y-y-you're going...to rape me...on Shelly's bed..." She looked at the mattress and cried again, realizing it was about to happen. In a few moments, she was about to have her virginity raped from her in the same room where the same man had anally raped Shelly hours earlier. She sobbed again as the man turned her around to face him, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I...I...I..." She stopped speaking as the Pred put his finger across her trembling lips. The Pred smiled as he moved his hand back to look at Maria's trembling form one more time. She looked down and away from him, not letting him see the tears in her eyes or on her cheeks. Not that he cared about seeing face of the 15-year-old victim in front of him. He pushed her back onto the bed and her young breasts bounced as she hit the mattress with a chirp. "The whole way down here, I've been thinking of how I would do this." He leaned over her, gently kissing her forehead as she closed her eyes and smiled. "Part of me wanted to do it this way." His hands slid down, groped her breasts for a moment before gripping the sides of her panties. "You know, it would be such a turn on to see the look on your pretty little face the first time I put it inside you." He pulled her panties down to her trembling knees then free from her legs and Maria was totally naked now in front of him. He ran his fingers through the coarse black hair on her pubic mound. Maria laid there, not saying a word anymore, as she felt the Pred touching her pubic mound before letting his hand slide between her legs after he spread them. Her tears continued to flow as she felt him lean over her and his finger tease her moistening slit, his words filling her ears as she watched him put her panties in his back pocket. She wanted desperately to be somewhere else, but she was trapped beneath the man that would soon rape her like he did Shelly. The Pred enjoyed the feel of Maria's young lips as his finger slid back and forth between them. He loved the site of her young face, eyes clinched shut as he molested both her pussy and breasts. "You know, I might even make you get on top." He leaned down and kissed her between her young breasts then on her stomach. "Thought about that, too. Making your sweet little ass do all the work as I rape you." He laughed as her eyes slowly opened and her lip quivered and he could tell her will and spirit were broken. "But, speaking of sweet little asses." He laughed and flipped her onto her stomach as she let out a slight squeal in protest. He could feel his erection growing as he grabbed Maria's hips and pulled her lower body up, making her rest on her knees. He pushed her head and shoulders down, making sure her bare ass stuck up in front of him as he took his cock out. Maria closed her eyes tightly as she knew her rape was coming in a matter of moments. She had felt the Pred's bulge in his pants and could tell his was very well-endowed. The teen sobbed again as she was jerked up onto her knees and felt her face and chest pressed against Shelly's mattress. She could feel her lower body being eyed by her soon-to-be rapist as he spoke again. The Pred loved the site in front of him, the 15-year-old on presenting against her will in front of him. Her tanned asscheeks splayed in front of him ever so slightly, just enough for him to see her back of her virgin pussy as well as her puckered light brown asshole. He leaned over her, letting his hard crock lay on her back for a moment as he grabbed her hair and pulled just her head back. "I fuck you like this, I get to be deep inside you when I cum, Maria." He laughed as the young girl muttered "oh gawd" under her breath as he body shook. The Pred reached down and press the tip of his cock against her moist pussy lips, which had opened on their own, inviting its unwanted invader. Maria closed her eyes as tightly as she could, trying to wish her mind away to anywhere else as she felt the tip of his cock touch her tender folds. "Oh...oh...ah...AH!" Her moans became louder as she felt the tip of his hard cock push into her and against her cherry. She turned to look back at the Pred, tears flowing and lip trembling as she knew it was about to happen. "Ah...ah...gawd..." She shook her head, suddenly trying to beg him not to do what she knew was inevitable, his strong hands gripping her hips tightly as she felt her body being jerked backwards. That action was quickly drown out by the flow of pain pulsating from her pussy as her virginity was raped from her in that one thrust. The Pred laughed as Maria's high-pitched squeal echoed through the basement as he pushed all the way into her pussy. Once all the way in, he couldn't suppress a moan of pleasure because of the tightness of the 15-year-old's pussy. Keeping himself all the way in, he leaned over and grabbed her by the hair as she sobbed and gasped in pain. "Tight little fuck...ain't...ya..." He pulled almost all the way out, causing her to gasp in a bit of relief. "Tighter...than that lesbo sister...of yours..." He rammed back into her, causing her to scream another high pitched wail as he savagely forced his way back into her, her whole body lurching forward as he held her by her long black hair. "Too bad...that whore niece of yours...wasn't this...tight..." He slowly repeated the act again, the slow withdrawal then the savage reentry into her. Maria screamed out again as the Pred rammed his cock into her pussy, which was growing more sore every time he did this. "OW...GAWD...PLEASE...AHHH!" Even through the pain, she still was able to hear and comprehend what he said. As he held her up by the hair, his thrusts started to speed up, her breasts slapping back and forth under her. She could hear the sound of her rape, his large cock pushing in and out of her pussy as it grew wetter from its first experience with a cock. But, even after he released her hair, her mind was on what he just said - that he was the one who'd raped and murdered Annie. Though her moans of pain from the rape slowly drowned out the sounds of her slapping breasts and violation, she thought of her niece. Annie was just two years younger than her and this man raped and murdered her. She heard Shelly talking to Conchita about the terrible things that had been done to Annie. She had been orally, vaginally and even anally raped before someone killed her. "A-A-Annie...no...gawd...fuck...ah..." She cried harder than ever as she thought about her niece - her best friend - being raped by the man who was now raping her. She gasped as he started pumping in and out of her faster, the speed of her body's jarring speeding up as well. His increased motion caused her to climax for the first time in her young life. The Pred moaned out in pleasure as he continued to rape Maria's 15-year-old body, burying his cock into the girl's pussy as she came around his invading member with a squeal. "Still tight as fuck, Maria." He began to pump in and out for a moment before grabbing her hair again and jerked her head back again. "Annie came, too, especially when...I fucked her in the ass." He laughed as he buried his cock into her throbbing pussy one more time before erupting inside her. He kept his grip on her long, black hair tight as he spewed his load inside her loosened pussy, her sobs of denial echoing through the basement. After a few moments, he pulled out then pushed the young girl's limp body forward, laughing as she slumped onto the mattress. Maria laid there, facedown on the mattress sobbing as her tears flowed from her eyes. The pain in her pussy was intense as she tried to curl up but found herself too spent to be able to move. All she could do was turn her head to the side, her long black hair covering most of her face. "Please...don't...hurt me...any...more..." She closed her eyes as she heard her rapist walk away from her. The Pred stepped back from his latest victim, slowing putting his still dripping wet cock back into his pants. Still, he couldn't take his eyes off the freshly raped body of 15-year-old Maria laying on the bed in front of him. Her upper body was laying almost flat on the bed and he could tell her head was turned to the left and that she was still crying. "Don't worry, Maria, it's almost over." He smirked as his eyes trailed from her shoulders down her tanned and pristine bare back to her hips. She was still on her knees, so her young lower body was still in the same position it was when she was raped moments ago. Her once-virgin pussy was stretched open as his seed slowly leaked out of her and onto the bed. Her knees were slightly parted as she finally fell onto her side on the mattress as he laughed at her. He slowly walked across the room and took down the cuffs that he'd used to chain up Shelly hours earlier. Maria heard his footsteps approaching her again and she began to cry again. "Please...mister...don't rape me...again..." The 15-year-old cried even harder as the Pred rolled her onto her stomach and grabbed her wrists, pulling them together behind her back. As skinny as Maria's arms were, he was able to cuff each wrist to the opposite elbow, keeping arms bent and unmovable to her behind her back. The Pred reached beside the bed and grabbed one of Shelly's horns and put it to Maria's throat. "Oh...gawd...no...please!" She began to cry harder as she felt him pinning her legs down to the mattress as the razor-sharp tip of the horn nicked her skin. "Please! Please don't kill me! I'll do anything!" She sobbed even harder as she heard the Pred's laughter as he moved the horn away from her throat. The Pred let go of Maria's hair and the teen lowered her head back onto the mattress and continued to cry. "I'm sure you would." He laughed as he leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. His hands slowly trailed down her bare back, the tip of the horn just barely keeping from cutting her skin. "You'd probably even let me fuck your sweet little ass, wouldn't you?" He smirked as a look of horror and dread filled her eyes as she looked back at him and slowly nodded, closing her eyes as she felt his hands on her ass as he slowly spread her round asscheeks open. "I bet you're tighter than your niece was." He laughed and ran his finger along her puckered light brown hole. "But, this will have to do." He laughed as he jerked her back up onto her knees and shoved the tip of Shelly's horn into Maria's tight asshole and pushed most of it in. Maria screeched out as she felt the horn invade her asshole with one thrust. "GAWD! OWW OWW OWW! Please!! Take it out!!" Luckily for her, the sharp tip of the horn did not cut her as her asshole was spread open just enough to allow for its entry. But, the widening shaft of the rest of her sister's discarded horn caused her immense pain as stretched out her tight little hole. She moaned in pain as she heard the Pred's footsteps backing away from her. The Pred smirked as he watched Maria struggle and moan and cry on the bed. He found himself getting aroused again at the site of Maria's ass pointing at him, the end of the horn sticking out between her asscheeks. "Probably hurts a little more than losing your virginity, huh." He laughed as he could tell Maria was convulsing from the pain of having the horn shoved into her ass, her tanned young cheeks quaking as she laid limply on her knees. "Don't worry, it won't last much longer." He reached down and picked up the length of rope on the floor and smiled, knowing what he needed, wanted to do to the sobbing teen next. Maria could feel the pain shooting into her as she slumped facefirst onto the bed. She sobbed in pain, feeling blood running from her violated asshole as she heard the man who'd put the horn into her tight asshole coming back towards her. "Please...it hurts..take...it out..." She cried again as she heard his footsteps stop and she felt him grab her by the hair again. "Do anything you...want...just...take it out...please...juAHHH!" Maria screamed as he jerked her backward, her ass landing back on her feet and shoving the horn even deeper into her asshole. Her whole body shook as the pain was twice as intense, so much so that she didn't realize it when he slipped the noose around her throat. Tears streamed from the girl's eyes as she finally realized what had been put around her neck as she felt the rope tighten around her young neck. "No...gawd...noagu!" Her pleading was cut off as she was jerked off the bed by the noose, the rope cutting off her words as she was pulled away from the mattress where she had been raped. The Pred's laugh turned more evil as he pulled Maria's staggering body towards the pipe where Shelly had been chained as the teen gasped for air. "Sorry, kid, but I have to go finish off your sister now." As he got to the pipe, Maria slumped to the ground before he threw the opposite end of the rope over the pipe near the ceiling. "I could let you live, but, you are a witness and little girls love to talk." He smiled as he pulled the rope and pulled the sobbing, gasping 15-year-old up to her feet before looking into her eyes. "Too bad I have to do this. I would love to fuck you a few more times." Maria cried harder as she struggled for breath and her mind raced through the entire night - what had already happened and what was about to take place. "Please...mister don't...kill me..." She had been stripped and raped by the man who'd done the same to her sister hours earlier. And, the night, and her life, was about to end with her death by hanging. "I...I'll do anything you want..." Tears flowed harder than ever from the young girl's eyes as she begged him not to take her life. She tried to struggle with her arms behind her, making her young breasts bounce. "I'll...hucgh!" The Pred laughed as he jerked the rope towards the staircase, causing Maria's struggling and trembling naked body to be hoisted into the air. As her pleas turned into desperate gasps for air, he smirked as he watched her tanned legs shake and her legs kick underneath her. "Probably shouldn't have changed your plans for the night, kiddo." After tying the other end of the rope to the staircase, he walked over and ran his hand along the teen's face as she hung and gasped for air. He turned her so she would face the mirror behind her, making her a witness to her own execution. "Now, I am going to finish what I started with Shelly while you...hang out down here." He reached down and pulled the horn from her bleeding ass and dropped it on the floor as he stepped away from her. Maria continued to struggle, her body jiggling as she slowly strangled in her basement. She watched in the mirror as the Pred walked towards the stairs and her breasts bounced as she gasped for air as the rope tightened even more around her neck. Her arms struggled behind her, her sore bloody ass wiggling as her mind went over what had led to this. She had had left her best friends house to avoid being manipulated into a threesome with her and her asshole boyfriend. How could she have known something worse would happen to her in the safety of her own home? Instead of an unwanted three-way, she was grabbed, taken before her freshly violated older sister then stripped and raped herself in the basement. And, now, as her eyes started to blur, she knew she was about to die. The last thing the raped 15-year-old saw was her own tear-stained face as her eyes blurred past the point of vision. The last thing Maria heard were her rapist's steps going up the stairs as her body convulsed one final time. A few minutes later, footsteps again sounded off the staircase as the Pred led Shelly - her hands tied behind her back and a pillowcase over her head - back down into the basement. "Why...why are we going back down here?" She tried to struggle, but the Pred's grip on her was strong enough to keep her from avoiding being led down the stairs. "Wh..where's Maria? What have you done with her?" She felt a chill go down her bare spine as she was stopped a few feet into the room and spun around. "If you've hurt her, you sick fuck, I'll..." Her words stopped as she felt his hand clasp over her mouth and silence her for a moment as she was forced onto her knees. The Pred laughed as he kept his hand covering her Shelly's mouth over the pillowcase for a moment. "Don't worry, I took very good care of your kid sister." He laughed as he reached down and fondled Shelly's large, heaving breasts for a moment. "Best little fuck I have had in a while." He smirked as he heard Shelly curse him in Spanish as he stood up and grabbed the top of the pillowcase. "May as well let you see each other again." The Pred's laugh was more evil than before as he pulled the pillowcase off and Shelly was able to see what had happened to Maria. Shelly's eyes opened wide as she saw the body of her little sister Maria hanging from the pipe where she herself had been raped. "NO!!!!" Her scream echoed through the basement as the naked body of the 15-year-old girl slowly swayed back and forth. "Maria!! GAWD NO!!" The back of her little sister's body was facing Shelly and it was apparent Maria had suffered a painful rape in the basement. Her hands hung limply behind her back and a trail of blood ran down the back of her legs from her gaping asshole. "You sick fucking monster!" Tears flowed from Shelly's eyes as the Pred walked over and turned Maria's lifeless body. "She was just...a...kid..." Maria's legs dangled underneath her as she hung from the pipe in the basement, her young feet only a half a foot from being able to touch the floor. Her legs moved side to side as the Pred laughed at the horror on Shelly's face at seeing what had been done to her little sister. Shelly almost vomited at seeing blood and semen drying on Maria's thighs, evidence of the rape she had feared had happened - and that she had suffered as her young body was ravaged. Maria's pussy was still stretched and open as more of her rapist's seed leaked from her body. The young girl's stomach was flat and still as were her lightly tanned breasts that sat motionless on her chest, her nipples still slightly hard. The Pred ran his hand down Maria's bare back and smirked as he saw the Shelly's complete breaking spread across her tear-streaked face. "Pity, she was such a cute little thing." He smacked the hung teen's ass and her whole body jiggled from the impact. But, it wasn't that act which broke Shelly's heart the worst but what she saw when she looked up at Maria's lifeless features. "Gawd...Maria...it's...all my fault..." Her eyes focused on the red ring around Maria's young neck, the evidence of her doomed fate to be hung, strangling after the painful rape. "I'm...sorry...baby..." One look at Maria's lifeless face made Shelly look away and cry harder. Maria's long black hair only partly covered her features, but Shelly could see the pained look of terror that froze on the face of her younger sister as she breathed her final breath. She kept her head down as she sobbed, unable to look at what her quest for vengeance had cost her. Because of her, Maria - her sweet, innocent little sister - had been stripped, raped, anally violated then executed, her naked body hanging from the ceiling. "K-k-kill me..." The Pred laughed as he walked behind Shelly as the broken 17-year-old former villain knelt naked in front of her little sister's lifeless body. "I could rape you a couple more times before I kill you." He smirked as he pulled out a gun and grabbed Shelly by the hair, making her stand in front of him. "But, half the fun of that is hearing you beg and your fight is gone." He smirked and put the barrel of the gun to Shelly's sternum and pushed her back towards the bed where her sister had been raped, Maria's blood just now drying on the sheets. "Don't worry, though, I will spare your older sister." He smirked as he took a step back and cocked the gun. "I've already raped and killed one pregnant bitch recently. I will leave her a nice message to warn her away from doing what you tried, Shelly." He laughed and pulled the trigger, the bang of the gun echoing through the basement. Shelly's eyes grew wide as she felt the bullet hit her between her bare breasts. She tried to speak but no words came out, her mouth just dropping open as she felt a small stream of blood run from the hole. This was it, this was how her life was going to end - executed like her niece and by the same man. Behind him, Maria's body slowly swayed and the naked and raped features of her 15-year-old little sister would be the last things she saw before second shot from the gun struck her in the forehead and her body fell backwards on the bed. The Pred laughed as he watched Shelly's head jerk backwards as her body fell onto the bed where he'd raped her sister. "Revenge can kill you, kid." Her body jiggled as she hit the mattress, her breasts shook for a moment then stilled on her chest as the executed 17-year-old fell onto her back with her arms behind her. Her head rolled to the left, the thin trail of blood from her forehead running onto the sheets that were already stained with Maria's blood. Despite begging for death, her eyes were wide in shock as her body laid there lifeless, her mouth agape. The Pred smirked as he walked over, picking up Shelly's discarded, bloody horn. "Too bad I didn't do this before you took those bullets." He laughed as he put the horn in the dead teen's mouth. "Then you could have told me how your kid sister's ass tasted." He stepped back then turned and left the basement, leaving the dead girls' bodies for their older sister to find.

Claudia, part I: Can dreams come true? (FF) By Karl P. Dahl ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and may not be legal for you to read or possess because of your age or location. It is your responsibility to know the laws of your jurisdiction and act accordingly. This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities with real persons or events are purely coincidental. Copyright (C) 2002 Karl P. Dahl. All rights reserved. Permission is granted to distribute this story anywhere on the Internet, provided (a) you do not make any modifications to the story (b) you do not remove or alter the copyright notice and the author's email address (c) you do not charge readers to access this story If you distribute this story, please send me an email and tell me where you posted it. Feedback is most welcome! To contact me, send your email to [email protected] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Time for desert. The dinner has up until now been a rather boring happening, she can tell from looking at her husband and her guests. Even though she has never met them, the man and the woman shows very bland faces, and sometimes have yawned. Hector have always been blunt on her cooking displays, and hasn't spared her anything of his sarcasm tonight: "Yuck! What's this?!" this, or "Ouch!" that. But that is okay, she has saved everything for this final course: the entre has been some kind of icky goo on a plate, and she has managed to burn the main course - a turkey. "Now, my dear guests (she still don't know their names, funilly enough); Hector," she says, facing them in turn, "I'd like to present to you the desert: My clothes!" And with that she stands up, next to the dinner table and steps back so that they all can see her completely. Then, she bends down and takes off her shoes, followed by hiking up her dress along her thighs, so that she can remove her stockings. She places the shoes on the male guest's plate and follow by covering them with her stockings. "To you: black high-healed leather shoes covered in thin nylon stockings". The man just stares at her, like the two others. Then she goes back and starts to unbutton her dress. Seven buttons later she lets it slide of her shoulders and down to the waist, from where she pushes it down to fall to the floor. She steps out of them, picks up the dress and walk to her husband's side. From there' she neatly folds it onto his plate so that the small flower embroidery gets on top. "To my lovely husband, a black half-length satin dress with flower cover". She hopes for a more gratifying return from Hector, but gets none. From him; the woman displays a pleasant smile as she passes her by, only clad in her underwear. She feels strangely calm and straight-forward as she then unhooks her bra and finally pull down her panties and steps out of those too. All naked, she steps up to the woman and places both garments on her plate in an intricate fashion. "And finally to my lovely female guest: see-through black bra mixed with satin thong. Enjoy!" The woman smils widely and applauds with joy, finally a response in her liking. With that, her guests starts dining on her precious, most personal and final course while she remains standing completely naked next to the table, where she started. Strangely, her husband and the other male don't seem to enjoy their meals very much; Hector just picks in the dress she has served him, taking only tiny pieces. And the other male tries to look delighted while eating what he's been served but cannot hide that it's not in his liking. Only the woman looks as if she's gotten the treat: she scoops up it all into her mouth in one bite! Seeing that, she smiles to her from where she's standing and feels a familiar warmth begin to form in her. She gets disturbed when she sees that Hector apparently starts picking with his fork on the woman's clothes, but smiles when she sees that she pushes him away. Only when the woman has finally swallowed both her underwear, she looks on her and asks "But what about you? Are't you going to have anything?" "Oh, don't worry about me," she answers. "I'll just have some of my own juice". And with that she puts her hand in her groin and let it fill with her fluids. Which she puts right to her mouth. ---- Claudia woke when she felt the salty taste in her mouth. She found that she had her hand over her mouth, and that indeed it was that which tasted of salt. Cum juice? she thought dreamily, still only half-awake. Then she looked down on herself, and the last remains of sleep left her: she was lying on top of the sheets, completely naked and with her legs spread, her groin glistening with fluids! How!? Where were her night-wear? She looked around and saw immediately two things: her panties and linen which she had worn when she went to bed lay right beside her, nicely folded. And Hector lay sound asleep with his back towards her, snoring as always. She also felt the waves of a minor orgasm subsiding in her, and with that the whole dream cam back to her. Shocked, she simply lay back and took it all in. A moments rest later she became fully awake. She must have done all this while dreaming! The way Hector looked, he clearly had nothing to do with it. And he never would have, anyway: he had never showed her any interest after the usual nightly intercourse. So it wasn't the first time she had had to give herself some final treatment after Hector had decided that he was done. But while dreaming? That hadn't happened since... her teens? The dream was almost gone now, she couldn't remember much more than some vivid details now. But what details! She standing naked in front of her dinner guests! The woman - whose face was completely gone by now, she only remembered it as pleasant to look at - gulping down her underwear! And Hector's reactions... She looked back on her husband, distantly wishing that she could reach for him and invite him to her warm and ready body. But that was futile, she knew; she had long ago let those thought out of her mind. They had tried a few times during their early days of marriage, but they had always anded up in either a blunt denial or - worse - a fast "two-shoves-then-back-to-sleep". She had sometimes wondered what Hector got from their casual so-called sex, clearly he didn't seem to enjoy it much. And children was out of the question as long as she kept her demand that he must take active part in their upbringing, something he would never forfeit his precious 'career' for. After a few years, she had learned that he had lovers from time to time. She had raved then for some time, but he had assured her that they were "nothing" - and continued. Finally, she had let it go: her situation wouldn't allow divorce. She kept playing with the option though. So with a sigh, her hand went back to her groin; she still was turned on, but she clearly felt that the moment was gone for now. She looked at the watch and read its bold display: "5:29". No way she would get some more sleep now. She let out another sigh and tried to think of the day to come. And that was when it came to her: the dinner! They were going to have Hector's boss and his wife fo dinner tonight, both of which she had never met! Just like the dream! The mind played through the details she remembered once more, but this time it made her a bit scary. What could they possibly mean? Surely just some fears for having new folks at home? Because she knew Hector saw this event as all-important for his 'career' --- When the door bell finally rang, she was as ready as she could be for the night, she thought. Her loving husband had made it very clear that she must put up with all she could for this dinner, and several times too: in the morning before he gulped the breakfast she had made for him and went to work, and a few times when he came home, a bit earlier than usual (even that an uncommon sight). Had had shown some other unfamiliar behaviors as well the rest of the evening too. He had made ready the fire in the fireplace, made the sofa more comfortable by puffing up the cushions and even gone upstairs to "make the home nicer". Claudia hadn't missed one detail of that, but thought it was just his nervousness. She on the other hand had prepared all four courses as much as she was allowed (no clothes in those, thank you!) - she knew Hector liked when the food was "fresh", meaning that she would have to go out into the kitchen and prepare them herself just before. She wished he would let Christina stay for those things too, but he wouldn't have that: The Wife Was Supposed To Take Care Of The Meals, he had preached for her. She waited in the living room as Hector brought in both guests. She was introduced to Ruben, a short muscular male in his late 30-s with beginning baldness, and Flavia, a woman more of her age with deep eyes and a large, pleasant smile. Thankfully she knew their names at least now, she thought, her dream from the night coming back to her. Hector rushed on by serving the champagne, not wasting one drop. And she noticed that he gave her and Flavia at least as much as himself and his boss. The talking got on, somewhat awkwardly in the beginning. But she knew her part in this play from many previous dinners: asking the guests of some history-light, and telling her short-version: that she was Brazilian grown up in the U.S., had met Hector on a (bland) cocktail-party whe she was studying foreign languages, and only recently moved 'back' when his job wanted him too. And yes, she spoke portguese (and three other languages except American), and she liked coming back to 'her home' and 'the Brazilian ways' (whatever that meant). What she learned about Ruben didn't make her want to ask much more, but convenance made her: self-made who had made way fast wherever he had worked, seldom looking back it seemed. Apart from that he had the 'usual' interests: yachting and hunting. Flavia, on the other hand, she learned she had very much in common with. Although born and lived her whole life in Brazil, she had also given up on an academic career (economics) when she had met Ruben, and since then tended his career as much as himself. The difference being that he had made one... There seemed to be some subjects the two women couldn't bring up in public tonight, but they could share smiles and looks all the same. Being a bit nervous herself tonight, Claudia thought she maybe drank a bit too fast. But it was hard to see how much, as Hector kept filling up everyone's glasses as soon as he could. Or, rather, the women's it seemed. Thus, she was a bit light on the feet when she announced that she was going to the kitchen to prepare the starters, and that the rest could seat themselves. Her head kept tingling as she cut the last of the salad to spread next to the veal carapace, so she hardly noticed when Flavia entered and when right up next to her. "Hey, how's it going? Need any help?" "Uh, no thanks" she started. "You just go right out and make sure the other two don't bore out themselves with office chat!" Claudia smiled and looked at her guest. Flavia returned her smile, and she noted once more how fine it was, almost perfect. But her eyes didn't show ay joy. "Right..." the other woman answered, seemingly having no intention to leave. "You have anything particular in mind? Need help finding something?" Claudia said and turned towards Flavia. "Well, actually: yes" the dark woman began. "Um, I know we don't know each other at all, so there's probably no reason at all for you to believe me, but there's something i have to tell you anyway..." With that, she ended, and bit her lips. After a short moments silence, Claudia got a bit wary, but she kept her smile nevertheless. "Yes? Spill it out, please". "You have any idea why your husband invited us in the first place?" the woman said, lowering her voice markably. Not that the other would have the slightest chance to hear, but Claudia guessed she couldn't know that. Claudia hadn't really thought about it. "The usual, I guess. Give Hector a chance to show off, lick some shoes and such." "Um, kind of. But not the way you think." "What then?" By now, Claudia got nervous. Hector had acted a bit more strange than usual. What had he been up to? "We're supposed to do swinging tonight. And not the children's variant if you get my meaning. You know what I mean?" WHAT!? Claudia froze in her movements, not able to fully comprehend what she just had heard. Of course she knew what 'swinging' meant. Did that (low-life scum) husband of hers really plan such a mean thing? Without even letting her in on the plans? For a brief moment, she wanted to simply disregard what Flavia had said as a bad joke, or maybe something more vile, but the other woman's look was as honest as it could be. So unless she was an expert liar... And it made sense in terms of how Hector had behaved today: more tense than usual, 'fixing' stuff on upper floor (bedrooms!), making her drink more! When Flavia didn't get any answer, she continued. "Excuse me? You heard me? We're supposed to switch partners tonight, you get that?" Hearing it said out in the open, Claudia couldn't take it any more: she started crying. The pains she had gone through in this marriage; bland sex, boring life, no kids, had just reached its peak. She was supposed to humiliate herself by whoring for that bastard husband of hers and his fucking career! Her shoulders started shaking and tears rolled down her check onto the plate in front of her. Then she felt the other woman's arms around her, and despite not knowing her at all, she relaxed some. "Hey", Flavia said, "I want you to know that I don't like it one bit eather." "How do you know?" Claudia finally got to ask when she had calmed down a bit. "I wasn't supposed to know either, but I have a way of knowing my man's internet habits, and where he goes surfing. That and his behavior summed it up for me." the woman returned, her own anguish blatantly showing in her big brown eyes. Claudia got hold of the woman's shoulders. They looked each on in the eyes holding each other for a long while, when they were suddenly interrupted by the harsh voice of Hector from the Dining room. "Hey, you two! What's keeping you?" You should only know, Claudia thought, but Flavia spoke instead, whispering now. "I know you can't really trust me, after all we've just met. But if you're willing to follow me, we can gives these guys some lesson. Are you with me?" "...Sure" Claudia made herself answer. "Exactly what are you up to?" she whispered, and shouted "Coming!" to the men right after. "No real plans, but I like you, so we might have a ball out of this." The woman winked mysteriously. With that, she turned her heels and went back. Still mystified, Claudia followed her with the plate. Not fully ready, but they probably wouldn't notice anyway. "Here you are! Sorry to keep you waiting," shesaid and started to serve, men first. She tried not to look at any of them because she couldn't take that right know, but she couldn't help notice the kind of expectant looks from Ruben on her. He was clearly eyeing her, with or without clothes was hard to tell. After serving Flavia, and exchanging some more looks in order to try to find out some more of her plans - to no success - she finally seated herself and put a small portion on her own plate. She sat next to Ruben and in front of Flavia. Nothing special in that, but it didn't feel any good just then. Nothing much happened during the first minutes of the meal. the others took part in some small conversation, but Claudia couldn't find the energy to play her usual role very well, so she mainly kept quiet. She received compliments from her guests regarding the food, but Hector only noted that it was 'too salt', to which she smiled silently to herslef; he must have gotten the bit she had wept on! But suddenly she lost track right in the middle of something Ruben said, when she felt something lightly striking her leg! A foot was caressing her, and it was apparently bare, by the warmth that she felt. She looked up, and stopped chewing right away on a bite she had just put in. Hector looked at her. "What's the matter, honey? Taste something salty?" he added with a sneer. She got hold on herself again. "No, just bit my cheek". They all continued eating, Ruben having lost what he was about to say. But the foot kept caressing her underneath the table. She exchanged a look with Flavia and could tell right away that it was her foot she was feeling. What was she up to, really? But nevertheless, it felt rather good and made her more relaxed, so she let it continue. Which it did. During the whole course - both guests took a second round - the foot stroked her calves up and down, and seemed to go higher and higher all the time. It felt electrified as it gently stroked her, lean as silk and rough at the same time. Claudia had started with her legs crossed but found that she without thinking had put her legs aside, allowing the foot to move to both legs. and the insides, too. The sensation she felt was good, but mildly disturbing: she had a hard time keeping up on the topics spoken. Flavia, on the other hand seemed to have no trouble partaking in anything said, while she kept working underneath the table. Claudia had to hand it to her: she was good at both. When the course was ended and they were sipping the last of the entre wine, Flavia's foot suddenly moved upwards! Sensations went straight up her spine in a shiver to her brain! The toes gently circled around her knee and then went even slightly further, to her thighs! That had always been a sensitive spot for her (although Hector never had seemed to notice), and this night it was extra so. Claudia had a hard time keeping a casual, pleasant look while the foot continued its examination of her sensitive parts; always flowing in gentle moves. How could the woman manage? She looked at Hector to see if he had caught any of what was going on under the table, but he had his eyes elsewhere. She couldn't help noticing how focused Hector was on his female guest; he seemed to have eyes almost only for her. The foot now reached above her stockings and thus touched her bare skin, making her starting to feel the familiar warmth in her belly. Moving further in, it now had contact with both inner thighs, doubling the feelings with relentless, careful moves forward and backward. My god, it was almost touching her crotch now! She glanced to her side to Ruben, answering to some question of his while she felt her cheeks turn slightly red. She hoped the men would take that as an effect of the wine and nothing else. Still, it felt too good; she spread her legs ever so slightly more. By doing that, she noted Flavia smiling a bit wickedly. But nothing in in the woman's position revealed how she now was sitting, a remarkable feat. Claudia had to swallow hard when a toe just lightly started to rub her vulva (from outside her panties of course). She immediately felt a wave of warmth inside her, and blinked a few times to somehow not submerge to the feelings building up in her. Something inside just wanted to make her close her eyes, sit back and enjoy the ride. But her mind kept raging at the same time. What were the woman's plans? Where was this to end? Images of the dream she had had popped up, unfortunately only increasing all fellings; both the exaltation and mystification. And almost reluctantly, she felt the familiar moist build inside her panties. But Hector once more abruptly ended all for sime time by stating that it must be time for main course; he would go and fetch some more wine, meanwhile. The foot withdrew from its position and Claudia reluctantly rose from her seat. She swayed just a little doing so, and she saw that the two men noted that too, apparently liking what they saw. If only they knew the reason! Back in the kitchen, Claudia felt a little relief from it all, and started preparing the main course. Turkey, as in the dream, but not at all spoiled. Not very surprising that she had dreamt exactly that, since she had bought and prepared it yesterday. But suddenly Flavia was right behind her again, and she was quite right-on this time: Claudia felt hands wrapping around her belly and the sweet warmth of a body pressing against her. "I take it you follow my... plan?" the woman whispered in her ear while she tried to carve slices of the bird as steady as she could. Not very well, that meant. "Mmm... yes" she answered, without really thinking. "Good. I'll go on a bit then if you don't disagree. Just say so if you want to stop". There was that wicked tone in her voice, as if she very well knew the answer. And as if setting a full stop on the sentence, a hand moved over Claudia's crotch! She almost slipped with her knife right then. But with that, the woman behind her disappeared from her and went back. No risk of getting noticed, Claudia gathered. Her sensations were right on top when she went back in with the turkey plate. As steady as she could, she served in the same order as last time. It didn't go quite so well this time, but as before nobody noticed that the serving wasn't top-notch. As she passed Ruben, his hand apparently 'by mistake' traced her thigh. She ignored that, and spotted Hector's hand moving away from Flavia's thigh as she came to their side of the table. Ignoring that too, she served them both. But she couldn't help doubting Flavia's real intentions; what was she doing really? Was she in fact in secret mascopy with the other two? But right after she seated herself, all such thoughs went a away in an invisible puff of smoke. The foot was back where it had been last time, practically waiting for her! Claudia had to serve herself very slowly in order not to spill anything. And as Hector rose his glass for a toast, the time came for the next shock: the big toe of that foot had managed to grab her panties, and started get beneath them! Her 'partner' apparently wanted to get rid of them! Both the bluntness of that move and the sensation she felt when skin rubbed her most sensitive skin made her choke on the wine. Claudia rose with a rush, and Hector and Ruben watched her with surprise as she blurted "Sorry, I forgot the sauce". She went straight to the kitchen, and felt both anxious and releaved when she heard another chair move behind her as she went. "I'll see if I can help her with something", she heard Flavia say. The other woman caught up with her just as she reached the bench and started with mixing the sauce ingredeints. But she had to stop in her tracks as she felt hands garbbing her around the thighs and Flavia's breath in her back, sending shiver through her. And without any delay, her dress was quickly hiked up all the way to her hips. Claudia froze as hands dove underneath her panty linings on both sides, and at the same time as her naked hips were caressed by expert hands, she felt the panties being moved down! She instinctlively wanted to scream, but stopped herself; not here, with the men just sitting a few yards away. Powerless, Claudia felt the woman's body press against her; belly to naked bottom. One hand dove into her pubic hair and the wetness there, while the other pulled her panties down. As fingers began to stroke the now half-open and swollen crotch, her panties fell down in a lump around her ancles. The first wavs of a mini-orgasm began to build up in her. Then, almost as fast as she had started, the other woman stepped back and pulled down her dress again. No longer bare, Claudia still felt kind of naked, panty-less as she now was; she almost always used underwear. The there was no stopping there; as soon as the dress wsa down, Claudia felt the hands once more - now quickly opening up the to of the dress from behind! "Lets' remove this too", she heard Flavia say as the dress was opened from the back all the way up, and then swiftly pulled down her shoulders. This is even more visible than before! What if any of the others comes in now? Claudia thought, but she was also even more trapped, as her arms were now locked to her torso by the slim dress. She could only sigh helplessly as the arms of the other woman went around her and quickly, almost teasingly squeezed her breasts before going for the bra clasp. The bra parted without further delay and revealed her warm, swollen breasts, thankfully to no-one more than the two of them. She felt Flavia's lips on the bas of her neck, and one hand caressing her breast as the other pulled off the dress from her right arm. The bra strap obediently followed, and Flavia switched hands; one grabbed her other breats while the other pulled off the dress from her left arm. With that last move, the bra got all loose and feel to the floor nect to her moist panties. With the top of her dress now hanging around her waist, Claudia once more felt as naked as ever before, and took another expectant inbreath as the hands once again covered her both breasts. But they were interrupted. "What's going on out there?", Claudia suddenly heard her husband's voice from the dining room. And as quickly as they had gotten there, the hands were withdrawn from her. "Put your dress back on, quickly", Falvia whispered. "I'll finish the sauce". And with hands shaking from all emotions bubbling inside her, Claudia tried put the top of her dress back on and started to fumble with the buttons. She probably missed one or two in the rush. Then they both went back out. Still fully clothed from outside view, Claudia had never felt so naked as she felt when Ruben and Hector looked at her. The light fabric of the dress flowing around her felt sheer as the spring breeze. She didn't dare looking down and maybe discover that her swollen nipples poked out from underneath the tight cloth. The men had of course started eating when she returned, sauce or not. "Sorry for that" she said with feeble voice as she put down and got seated again. She noticed no suspect moves this time. As secretly as she she could, she smiled towards Flavia. Her companion missed no time at all, barely a heartbeat went as her foot went straight in between Claudia's legs. Now with nothing in the way, the big toe got straight into the warm, moist lips underneath th epubic hair. With such emotions build up in her from before, Claudia instinctively submitted to her senses and spread her legs as much as she could. Which was more than a lot she noted; Falvia had 'forgotten' to pull down her dress completely, making it end right below her bottom! In fact, she could feel her bottom touching the chair! She hoped to God that the men hadn't seen that when she came in - they probably could have been able to see some of her crotch, had they looked in the right direction!. And that they didn't look too closely under the table now; if at least Ruben did, he would get a rather clear view of her crotch! With no obstacles whatsoever in the way, Flavia's toe went straight to the crotch and buried itself there, caressing and pushing in a very experienced manner. Feeling the highway that led to the woman's inner sanctum apparently only spurred her even more; almost immediately, the toe was inside her, getting covered in the wetness that had built up within. Claudia had to close her eyes and bite her cheek briefly in order not to show too much the bliss she felt. Only then did she remember how visible all this must be from the side, so she pushed herself a bit deeper underneath the table. A move that only made the the toe get even deeper inside her! "Oww!" she shouted not being able to help it as her clit got its first real treatment of tonight. Her head spun as she indulged in the fantastic sensations filling her. "What's with you tonight, honey?" her husband marked, as always with his smile on his lips tonight. Through sheeny eyes, Claudia looked back and realised that he thought that she was only getting even more drunk, and that everything was going according to his plans! "Oh... nothing" she gasped back as her treatment below went relentlessly on. "I'm very... well - I mean just not very... I don't feel too..." She didn't finish, she had to gasp again. Awful acting! She suddenly regretted as hell that she had skipped all those acting classes. She looked over at Flavia instead, and noticed almost the same glossiness in her eyes as she must have. Giving must be almost as good as taking, she thought to herself. And then she felt a hand on her bare thigh, and saw through the corner of her eyes how Ruben exchanged looks with her husband and then towards her. Another wave was coming in her, she felt, but she had to somehow stop Ruben finding his wife's whole foot (that's exactly how it felt by now) inside of her. So the took hold of the hand and guided it backwards up to her bottom, underneath her dress. From there, she let him stroke her bum, safely away from the front. Only a slight breeze compared to the storm she was feeling otherwise, but wind it was nevertheless. She wondered how any of the other guests could go on eating, occupied as they were, and only then noticed that they all had finished eating. Only she had barely touched her food. How was she supposed to be able to do that being treated as she was? Not only that, but there was no conversation either. They must all have eyes only forher! Get a grip, she said to herself and straightened up, making both guests leave her body. "Oh well. Guess it's time for desert." She knew her dress was all messed up as she rose, but didn't bother. Flavia followed her promptly to the kitchen this time, no time for beating around the bush - literally. She turned around almost immediatley as they entered the room, and met her newfound lover on the middle of the floor. They met in a kiss, and two pair of hands started groping around each other's body. Only distantly, she heard the two other chair scraping the floor outside; the two men rose too. Claudia's body was more receptive, so her companion's hand went right to her crotch, and two fingers dug deep into her! Oh, the bliss! The other went straight to her back and dug down the top of her dress. Claudia wasn't all that experienced - she only briefly remembered kissing another girl in high school, but that had been more for fun. but she let her tongue work inside Flava's mouth as good as she could, and it was apparently well received. Meanwhile she let both her hands wander inside her lover's clothes: one up the back and one down to the butt-cheeks. Fully clothed and no visible marks of tonight's events at all, Claudia noted and watched down her own savaged clothing: no underwear, the dress hiked up almost to the waist and her breast millimeters from popping out! She corrected it as well as she could and brought the desert from the fridge. Tiramisu, no need for any extravagance for that part. But when she got out, noone was there! Surprised, she looked around some more, and saw the two men standing outside on the veranda, laughing and smoking a cigar each. Probably making their final 'plans', Claudia thought, but waved to them both anyway. Then, she was suddenly grabbed from behind and her hand pulled down. "We need to move now!" she heard Flavia's voice in her ear. "They will probably make their move as they come in. So I have to ask you: are you willing to go on? Everything up until now can be reverted, with some work. But not after the next step, after that everything will be different." Claudia couldn't answer. She just looked at the two men who had started walking towards the veranda door. "One final time: are you with me on this?" Flavia said ince more. Claudia wavered, but caught the expectant look in her husband's eyes when he saw her standing there in the middle of the living room, and whispered "Yes". No way he was getting his anymore! "Good." She could almost feel the relaxed smile in Flavia's voice when she said that. "Now hold up your arms, straight up." Such a simple move, how could that change anything. But only had Claudia done what she was told, as she felt her dress being pulled off her in rapid speed. She barely had time to notice the astonished looks on the two men who were just about to reach for the door when everything went black. For a while - then the dress went past her head and away. Into the void, for all she cared; she just found herself being displayed all naked and presented by Ruben's wife as the two men pulled the door to open it. Claudia's mind raved during that instant. She had been framed, so totally framed. The three of them had set her up, to make her laughed at during the dinner, having them google at her getting horny - almost coming in front of them, and as a final move get undressed in front of them all, just before the two men would have their go. There would be no swinging; Flavia had probably only played her part. For what reasons Claudia could not understand. But oh, so humiliated she had been! Her body reddened as these thought passed her; that and the fact that you probably could see her recent 'treatment' by looking at her crotch only made things worse. Not only undressed publicly, she had been 'warmed up' by that woman as well! But then everything changed in an instant once more as she saw the two men stopping in their tracks as they tried to open the door. Their smiles showed a hint of uncertainty: The door wouldn't open - it was locked! Claudia gasped once more, this time from surprise as she watched the men's faces turn from joy to surprise and finally anger as they fought the door. And when some familiar hands went around her, all the sudden stiffness she had built up in that instant flew away from her. "Some surprise for them, huh?" she heard the woman say. "Now let's make this night ours!" And with that those hands went for both breasts and crotch. The sudden jump of feelings made her eagerness multiply; she got to the verge of orgasm almost as soon as those - now oh, so welcome - fingers made it to her clitoris. Without thinking, she went wider with her legs, letting the fingers reach better, and as she saw the two frustrated men outside pulling for all they wer worth on that door, she came for what seemed the first time in her life. As wave after wave passed through her displayed body, she couldn't hold on to herself. As she saw the men move away from the door, she slumped down, barely in time to catch the back of a sofa. But she wasn't gone long - only a second or so. The thought reached her: the other doors! They would get in any second! But it was as if Flavia had read her mind - probably not very hard at this moment. "Don't worry, I've locked all doors I could find: 3." That made Claudia relax. "Then we're safe, thank God!" "Not if they break in!" Flavia suddenly was the one to look worried. "We have alarms on all levels. If they try, call will go to the police. And I don't think they want that now!" This time it was Claudia's turn to smile, and it was returned by her new-found savior. "Which brings me to the next subject: what are all those clothes doing on you body? I'd to make acquaintance with all of it, I only remember really meeting that toe of yours!" Flavia laughed, a light, clinging laugh that Claudia knew she would love hearing. "Oh, right," she said. And with that they met in a deep, all-engulfing kiss. A kiss that could have last an eternity, if not Claudia's hunger for her new lover had been so great. "Now it's my turn" she said as she broke the kiss and started working on the buttons of Flavia's blouse. Slowly, she wanted to enjoy this moment to its fullest. Besides, she had never undressed a grown-up woman before. One by one, the buttons parted and showed more of that wonderful olive-toned skin. Claudia followed her instincts and let her lips follow right after, down towards the cleavage of her lover's breasts. By the sound of Flavia's breath, her instincts were pretty good, and Claudia continued downwards under the bra to the chest and belly. She let her tongue dive into the belly-bottom of her companion as the last button of the blouse got loose. Then she let her hands move slowly upwards over the breasts up to the shoulders, so that she could pull the blouse off the arms. When it fell, Claudia's hands went to the back of the other woman. Leaning in front of her, with her lips and tongue exploring all of Falvia's belly, she tried to unclasp the bra. She wasn't such an expert in this area as the other woman, and reluctantly had to stop everything for a moment in order to master the bra clasp. Flavia began to moan as the bra opened and slowly fell off her down onto Claudia's head. it stopped there only for a second, as Claudia now eagerly let her lips taste the pink swollen nipples, now fully out in the open. One by one she went between them with one hand caressing the free one. Falvia began to breath even deeper. "this is easy!" claudia thought to herself, somewhat astonished by what she could perform. But there was more clothes to get rid of; she wanted to reomve them all; in her mind, she shred the rest of the clothes to smithereens. BUt i reality, she wsn't that brutal: with both hands on her lover's breasts, she once again got down and grabbed the clasp of the skirt with her teeth and pulled. The clasp had nothing to offer in defense and broke immediately, and with that, the skirt fell down to the floor in a pile aorund the legs. Flavia's panties, something close to thongs, were the only set of garment now covering her warm, sweaty body: Claudia let her hands move down along the hips and then slowly pulled them down the legs, watching up towards her companion's sheeny eyes as she did so. When they passed the thighs, they were taken by gravity and slid downwards all the way. A thick and moist bush with an expectant vulva underneath now waited right in front of Claudia. She wanted to taste it! Claudia grabbed the woman's hips and guided her to the couch behind her. Flavia obediently followed, and sat down on the ridge. Doing so, she could now spread her legs and let Claudia dive straight into the crotch. Flavia gasped as the lips met, and fell backwards into the couch, but with her bottom still up on the ridge. Claudia felt the legs spread as wide as they probably could and took the whole cunt into her mouth. As she found what must be the clit with her tongue, she felt shivers going through the body of the other woman, and heard something close to tiny screams from the sofa. Relentlessly licking away, the shivers increased into spasms, and she felt the whole body in her arms shake almost violently as Flavia screamed out her orgasm. As the spasms slowly subsided, the hunger for more built up inside Claudia; stll with the other woman hanging over the couch, Claudia went around and placed herself over the other woman. From there, she could lower her crotch down over Flavia's mouth while she could once more let her tongue do the work inside her companion. As she once again started licking, the felings inside her exploded as she felt tongue on her own fully available and waiting clit. Almost feverishly, she dug her tongue inside and sucked in the salty taste of Flavia's cum juice. She herself began to shake uncontrollingly not long after. "Oh! Ooh!" was all she could say as the second orgasm built up inside her, and she could do no more than hold her tongue still as the whole of her body shook violently. Apparently, that was enough: Flavia screamed in chorus with her as she came right after her. With that, she felt limp and slumped down in the couch with the other woman underneath, and blackness engulfed her. END

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and may not be legal for you to read or possess because of your age or location. It is your responsibility to know the laws of your jurisdiction and act accordingly. Copyright (C) 2002 Karl P. Dahl. All rights reserved. (a) you do not make any modifications to the (b) you do not remove or alter the copyright notice and the author's email address (c) you do not charge readers to access this story If you distribute this story, please send me an email and tell me where you posted it. Feedback is most welcome! To contact me, send your email to [email protected]. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her favourite lunch break place was situated in the nearby park, just a few hundred yards from her office. Once wandering around there, she had found a secluded space up on a hill, right in the middle of the park. It appeared to once have been some kind of hedge formation, formed in a semi-circle, with a bench in the middle. The formation had been long forgotten by the park administrators, it seemed, and could now only at best be called a large number of wild-grown bushes. But to her, that was perfect; that meant it was all the more secluded. For her, it was a perfect resting place, covered from three sides with bushes, with a seating place in the middle facing out towards the rest of the park. She would often go there, having bought a pack of sushi on the way, quietly eat it and then rest and just watch the people below her for a while. That was an optimal lunch to her; giving her the rest she needed from the crowded days as marketing operative manager. Very seldom would she be bothered by anyone. Apart from being in an almost forgotten part of the park, the formation was partially covered with trees from beneath, which meant that people would be on a distance of several yards from her most of the time. It was the ideal serene-resting-place-in-the-Big-City, she would often say to herself. Having finished her 100-something lunch here, Catherine sank down on the bench for the usual bit of rest before returning to the office. Sometimes, when she could not settle down enough, she would stay five minutes; at other times she had almost fallen asleep, making the lunch stretch to almost two hours (no one would complain at the office, she was responsible for her own working hours). This was close to those later situations. It was a hot late spring day, and the quick food followed by gazing sun made her dozy. She new she had a sales presentation for some V.I.J. (Very Important Japanese) customers at one oclock, but there was time for rest until then. Cat relaxed a bit more, closed her eyes and let the sun warm her some more. Again, her thoughts wandered to the amazing fact that she alone it seemed, had found this oasis. Maybe it was the sun, maybe her mood, but this time her thoughts wandered to the times she had been proven wrong about being the only person knowing about this place, specially one time. She had come to the bush formation from behind for once because her favourite sushi place had been temporarily closed that time, so she had wandered to another on the other side of the park (other times, she would see from a bit afar if someone already was occupying her space). Coming round the edges of the bushes that time, she had just stopped frozen in her tracks; the bench was occupied by a young couple. They werent near of seeing her though, as they were completely engaged in making out. The woman (or girl, more like it) was sitting in the mans (young mans, she corrected) lap, and her Rasta hair, dangled to and fro as they exchanged deep kisses. His hands were on her back, moving back and forth, and hers were holding him around the neck, urging him to get deeper and deeper. The girls skirt had crawled up in her lap, showing much more than just her ankle-long Dr Martens boots. The young boys hands had apparently found some of the buttons of the girls shirt previously, opening it up to show some of the bra beneath. For a few seconds, Cat just stood there. She had almost felt immoral, having caught them in such a private situation. But she couldnt move, and her feet seemed frozen to the ground. She watched in amazement as they continued their act, seemingly completely unaware of her presence just a few feet away. Only when they boy paused their kissing for opening up more buttons on the girls blouse could cat quietly take a few step back to make the bushes cover her some more. But she hadnt been able move away from the scene completely; mesmerized, Cat had watched as they boys hands started fondling the girls breasts, making her squeak some awkward sounds of pleasure beneath the kisses. Only seconds after, the girls hands had moved to her back and reached for the bra clasp and opened it up. With this obstacle out of the way, the boys hands had immediately reached for the soft skin of the girls breasts and pinched her nipples. At that, she had arched herself back, which had caused the blouse to fall of her shoulders and therefore given Cat full view of when the boy clasped one breast and sucked the nipple of the other. They had obviously been completely absorbed at that time, and not even the sound of Cat dropping her carton of sushi had stirred them. As the final, now almost obvious moves had come, Cat had simply stared in awe. The girl had thrown the bra and shirt off her in Cats direction; they had landed almost at her feet. Her naked upper body had then been fully visible to Cat (and to any by-passer below); Cat remembered having seen a nice tattoo on the girls shoulder. Then, she had rose from the boys lap to fumble underneath her skirt, obviously in order to somehow move the panties out of the way, or something. The boy had opened up his pants at that time, revealing a pulsating, blood-filled cock. When the girl had lowered herself onto it, the couple had let out a synchronized sigh of pleasure, before they started pumping. They had looked each other in the eyes as they had pumped more and more feverishly. After what seemed to have been ages (but probably only had taken seconds) they had both come, almost simultaneously. They had let out muffled screams that they probably had thought no one would hear. But Cat had, and had then awoken from her zombie-like state of voyeurism. She remembered having thought that she only had seconds before they would notice her, and had therefore reached quickly for her sushi on the ground. Right at them, the girls bra had been lying. With a guilty smile, she had quickly looked at the still not noticing couple, and then taken the bra from the ground instead of the sushi. That will make them curious she had thought as she quietly had moved away the same way as she came. There had been no lunch that day, but a day to remember and a day of trophy-collecting (the one and only of that). With a sudden rush, Cat remembered where she was. She opened her eyes and got somewhat disoriented, until she remembered where she was. The sun was still warming her face, and she was still sitting on her park bench. The same bench as she had just remembered so fondly only moments ago. She remembered the situation as if it had been yesterday, even if it was some time ago now. In fact, she always felt the same warmth spread in her body when thinking of those two. Looking down, she realized that it had been more serious this time. The warm summer weather had probably played a trick with her, because she suddenly that she had one hand resting on her crotch, and the other squeezed in under her jacket. Suddenly upset, she looked up and around, but found no one near that could have seen her. All she could see was some people moving around in the park beneath the hill. Much more comforted by that, Cat leaned back again and had a look at the watch. Half-past twelve, it said. She could only have been asleep a few minutes; she still had time to rest some more. She still had the pictures of the young couple inside her mind, though, and the warmth wouldnt really leave her. She remembered the times in her youth when she had done similar stuff as those two, although she had never been caught (or so she thought). Coming to think about it, there had never been any surprise situation again, neither before nor after that one, which meant that this place actually was kind of safe. Apparently, nobody had seen her in her dream state just now, either. Comforted by those thoughts, Cat got an idea. Why not let the sun warm her some more? She unbuttoned her jacket and let it fall to her sides. The sun now more easily reached her torso, through her blouse, warming her even more. Glancing around at nothing at all, she continued by opening up the top buttons of the blouse. Moving the collar a bit to the side, she could now let the sun reach her breast and down to the cleavage. The feeling was marvellous! She let her head fall back and closed her eyes, feeling just a little daring. One hand unconsciously moved in under the blouse and rested on her ribs as she fell back into the half-dream state. Cat was abruptly awakened when she heard movement from the bushes behind. She didnt have time to cover herself, only rise somewhat from the bench, before she realised someone was standing right behind her. She started turning around to face whoever had intruded her, but immediately felt something cold and sharp against the side of her throat and a hand take hold of her hair! Terrified, Catherine froze. Well, well, misss. This is a plain ol robbery, she heard a rough female voice from behind. Give me everything of value, youve got! At first, Cat couldnt say a word, only stammer. I I I - I dont have anything to give! . That was a lie of course, but she just blurted it out without thinking. Oh, ye dont, dont ye? , the voice behind her said sarcastically. What about that watch, then? And doesnt it look like a wallet inside that jacket? Just hand them over! Although Cat still couldnt see her attacker, the stench from her could be felt the more, and she must be leaning over her shoulder to see all that. Reluctantly, she took off her watch and hand that and wallet to some unseen hand behind her. Fine, fine , the assaulter said, ye dont have anything else, do ye? The question had an almost rhetorical tone to it; Cat didnt like it at all. And before she could answer anything, her attacker continued. Say, that dress looks awfully valuable Cat stood puzzled. What was the woman meaning? OK, you dont seem get it, so Ill have to spell it out for you the woman blurted. I want yer dress! That got Cat even more stunned. What was that creature meaning? She breathed in deeply in chock, but couldnt do much more. The knife-like object held against her throat terrified her; she couldnt move an inch. with it! the woman behind her shouted, and Cat felt a gust of bad breath reach her nostrils. That, and the knife object tightening its pressure on her throat, released her from her frozen state. There was nothing else to do than to give the woman her dress! The jacket was already open, so it was easy to take off. When she had it in her hand, the woman behind said it on the bench to the left off ya. Cat did as she was told, and when the knife didnt go away, she unzipped the skirt and let it fall to her feet. It was a bit tricky to reach down and place it on top of the jacket on the bench with a hand holding her hair and a knife at her throat, but Cat managed. The blouse too! she heard from behind. With a sigh, Cat started unbuttoning the rest of the blouse, an action that was incredibly much more distressful than it had been only minutes ago. She let the blouse fall of her shoulders and threw it on top of her dress on the bench. She was now standing only wearing a shoulder-less bra, panties and stockings (not counting shoes) in a public park. This was bit more flashing than she had been prepared for! She felt colour rise on her cheeks and belly. That wasnt the end of it, though. Say, those are nice stockings, havent used such in a looong time she heard from behind. Let go of the shoes as well the homeless continued before Cat could even react. There was nothing else to do than to step out of the shoes and pull the stockings of her legs, one by one. In turn, they fell on the growing pile of clothes at her side. She had never felt more naked in her life. There was a small quiet pause as Cat was finished. Perhaps her robber was satisfied? The grip on her didnt release though, and neither did the knife. Then, the words fell on her: Why stop when having so much fun? Let me ave ya undawear, too! Cat gasped in disbelief. You cant mean it! she burst out. What use would you have of my underwear!? But as answer, the pressure of the knife just increased, now to a more painful state. Suveneirs, baby! Now, take em off! Cat had never felt so miserable in all her life, and she could feel a few tears coming down her cheek as she reached for her bra clasp and let her breasts become fully visible to the world. As reluctantly as she could, she then pulled her panties down her legs and put them on the pile. She was now standing in her birthday-suite, with nothing on her except her glasses, her watch and the hair clasp. Never in her 36 years had she experienced something similar; only her parents and boyfriends had seen her like this (even on those outdoor occasions had she kept some clothes on as a kind of insurance). Now, the whole city could see her, it felt like. And lets have that watch and clasp, too! Those little items would have felt extremely annoying to give away only moments ago, but now, they were her least precious items. If only the woman could have stopped at robbing her! She heard a cackle from behind. The hand let go of her hair, but with the knife still at her throat, there was nothing she dared to do. Excellent! Now Im off! she heard the woman laugh, followed by a rustle among the bushes. And you can keep theknife as a memory of this! she laughed from more afar. Something was thrown out of the bushes and landed at her feet. It was a blunt table knife. That thing could not have hurt anyone! But that knowledge didnt help Cat a thing as she was standing naked in in the middle of the day. She slumped down on the bench in sudden apathy. The sun didnt feel the least warming anymore, but at least she could stay unnoticed up here. She cuddled up on the bench and tried to cover as much of herself as she could. But that, she couldnt do all day, she would have to do something. Her mobile had been in her jacket along with her purse, so they were long gone by now. After a moment of indecisiveness, she realized she would have to get out of the park by herself. Perhaps there was a police officer or park administrator down there that would help her? Bare-footed in the grass, Catherine ran quietly down the hill from tree to tree, hoping that no one would notice her. There was nobody near, thankfully, and she got down all the way, to the first park road. From behind a tree, she glimpsed out to see if there was any person in uniform nearby. But no one was in sight, only ordinary passers-by, and she didnt dare showing herself like this in front of any stranger just yet. She waited until all people she could see nearby had passed or had their back against her before she ran across the gravel further into the park. She reached another tree seemingly unnoticed (she glanced around several times). There was no one around in the vicinity, but she had left the seemed safety of being in the edge of the park. When she realized that she now had park roads all around her at one distance or another, her distress grew. And still no police officer around. Where were they when you needed them? Standing there thinking, her exposure became plain to her when she heard Look, mom! A naked lady! from behind her. She turned around and saw a mother with her daughter in her hand, the daughters finger pointing at her. The mothers eyes showed only anger and upset as she looked at Cat, and then covered her childs eyes with her hand. She must have thought that Cat was a real flasher! In panic, Catherine ran away from them, didnt really care where and didnt stop at anything. At several times she heard Look! or What on ? from around her, but she never looked at who might have seen her. The damage was done; all she could do was to keep moving and hidden until she found some kind of rescue. She only stopped when she couldnt run anymore out of exhaust. Panting, she leaned against the back of some tree where no road was in front of her, at least. With the pause, she came to her senses. She looked around and still saw no officer. She couldnt go on like this; she would have to get out of the park to find something to cover herself with. And then it came to her in an instant. Her spare dress up at the office! She always had one at hand in case of food accidents and such during working hours. Why hadnt she thought of that before? Within seconds, other thoughts rushed to her. There was no extra underwear, but that she could live without. But how was she supposed to get hold of those clothes? Thinking harder didnt help. The clothes wouldnt flying to her, no matter what magic chant she could come up with. She realized she would have to get them herself, no matter what arousal she would make in town or at the office. She looked around the tree to get better bearings. Luckily, she was close to the edge of the park to her side of the office, so she wouldnt have to go very far, only a few minutes. The first thought was to run as fast as she could, but she reconsidered quickly, realizing the danger of doing that during rush hour. Better to walk calmly and trying to pretend everything is normal! Restraining herself and drawing a deep breath, Cat stepped out from behind the tree and began the walk towards her office. Her steps were somewhat more deliberate than usual in the beginning, but soon relaxed as no sudden shouts were heard. She noticed a few people watching her from the side, but tried as much as she could to stop bothering and continue walking, something that got easier the further she went. She soon reached the end of the park and began walking on the side of the street. The sun started warming her as her self-consciousness grew, and soon she didnt bother much about walking stark-naked among strangers in her home town. Of course, a lot of people looked at her as she passed them, but she deliberately met their eyes with a (somewhat faked) calm stare and simply continued. She was much more bothered about what was happening behind her, but she didnt dare looking back. She grew confident and even produced a smile at some by-passers. At one time, she saw somebody take a picture of her, and she thought she heard the faint sound of a video camera at some time. But she didnt bother much. After all she was a rather handsome, successful woman in her mid-thirties. With bold steps she reached the door to her office and stepped in. Well within, all her comfort and security left her with the coldness of the air conditioning inside the entrance hall. Again, she froze, but now just inside the swinging doors to her office. All boldness she had found when walking naked on the streets were gone. Now, she was standing naked in a place where she knew a lot of people, and that was something completely different. Luckily, she was alone except for the receptionist, whom she didnt recognize. She must be some summer replacement, she though. She was talking in the phone as Catherine got hold of herself and walk up to the desk. The marble felt cold against her ribs, belly and lower breasts as she leaned against it, but she tried to control herself and stood still, folding her arms to cover her breasts for the young girl in the reception. When the girl had finished her phone call, she looked up at Cat, and raised her eyebrows when she noticed the naked upper body in front of her. Luckily, she dont see all of me, Cat thought. The receptionist got hold of her self and asked Yes? followed by a rather cold stare, Cat thought. Im Catherine Holwell, operative marketing officer at R.O.N. here, Catherine began, and as you can see, Ive come into a rather uncomfortable situation. Would you be so kind to let me in into my office? The woman behind the desk swallowed before asking Do you have any key card or id card to prove yourself with? What a silly question, Cat thought. This must sure be a summer replacement! No, of course I havent got any key card! If I had, I would have used that. She considered herself lucky as no one else had entered or left the building yet. The receptionist tried to keep cool as she answered. Well, Im sorry, but then I cant let you in. I have strict orders only to let people with proper id inside here without visitors. That got Cat furious. She took a step back from the desk and let her arms out to reveal her full, naked self to the bureaucrat in front of her. Look, cant you see that Ive been robbed of everything I had on me! How on earth am I supposed to have anything on me to prove my identity?! The young woman actually rose a little from her chair to carefully examine Cats whole body, and seemed to soften a bit because of the situation and Cats demanding tone. But at that moment someone stepped into the reception from a side door. He stopped in his tracks as he saw the beautiful woman in her birthday dress just a few feet in front of him. Cat glanced at him and cursed that it was no one she recognized, as that would have helped her now. The stranger blinked and let his eyes off her, and went away. The emerging of a third person made the receptionist restrain herself once more. She swallowed, even harder this time, and turned to Catherine once again. Sorry madam, strict orders. And Im alone her the following hours, so theres no one that can follow you up, either. Cat blew a deep breath to calm herself. Well, there goes my sneaky-way-in, anyway she thought. In that case, youll have to call my boss, he can prove who I am and let me in. His name is Ron Winstone. The man cautiously continued to where he was going. The receptionist suddenly got helpful. Sure, she said as she dialled the number to Cats CEO. Theres no answer, she said after a short while. Message him that its important, hes in a meeting Cat said without thinking and suddenly realized. The meeting with the Japanese! I was supposed to be on that! She looked at the watch and gasped as she saw that it was closing to two oclock. The meeting was almost over now! Meanwhile, she heard that the receptionist had gotten hold of someone and was talking to him. Hell be here right away she said after a while. And she was proven correct, after only a few moments, Ron emerged from the elevator. Cat! he yelled as he saw her You were supposed to be , and then he stared in disbelief right at Catherines breasts. And why the hell arent you wearing any clothes! he shouted then. That was loud enough for anyone up to third floor to hear, Cat thought before she answered. Instead, she took a deep breath and said, Look, its a long story. Ive been robbed, and now I need to get hold of some extra clothes up at my office. But this woman, she said with intonation on both words, wont let me in, because I cant prove who I am. Youll have to help me in. Once again, she crossed her arms over her breasts as she noticed Rons eyes on them. Ron seemed to regain himself, but stared at her bush as soon as her breasts became covered, which made Cat blush even more. Sure thing, he said, blinking when he caught himself. Your robber sure knew to take the lot! Soon enough, Ron had let her in and they were standing in the elevator. Ron couldnt help looking, and Cat stopped bother at about fourth floor. She even put her arms beneath her breasts, just to tease him. And it did. The silence could have been eaten with a spoon, though. The bosss eyes upon her body made her blush all over, but could she blame him of staring at her? No, she decided, it was the situation that was the cause. Part of her still thought of this as some strange, life-like dream. The elevator continued upwards with only the two in it, Cat with her back against the glass front out to the reception hall, oblivious to the fact that her bum pressed against the window for in the reception and with windows facing the atria as well, for that matter all to see. How many times hadnt she dreamed of being alone with her boss in an elevator during her early employment years, Cat thought? That was some time ago, but he hadnt grown uglier in the meantime. On the contrary, those grey strands at his sides only made him look better. Cat found herself staring right into Rons eyes, and he met her gaze without a blink. Then she saw his pants, and what was bulging inside of them. When Ron saw that she saw, he blushed, too. Cat got even redder, the situation was becoming absurd. She averted her eyes from her boss', vividly trying to shut out the images forming in her head, where she pressed the stop button of the elevator and bent down in front of her boss... Cat thought. How could she stand here and imaging such things? She looked at the floor display in hope for consolation, but time seemed to have slowed down during these moments; they were only on their way to the fourth floor. Even then, the images turned up: She imagined her bosss gasp of disbelief as she grabbed inside his underwear and pulled out his cock... Cat briefly looked at Ron and saw no reaction; obviously, he didn't know what was going on inside her mind. Instead, he was shifting his eyes all around the elevator but her in a very anxious way. To some extent that must be because of the situation, but not entirely, Cat thought. In a strange way, that relieved her. Cat felt she couldn't help herself; she closed her eyes and let those wild thoughts flow, no matter how unbelievable they were. But on the other hand, what could be more unbelievable than walking naked at her office? In her vivid dream, she took Ron's cock into her mouth. It was easier than she remembered (she hadnt done that in years), and the cock filled to its full length in just a second. In the elevator, Cat focused with all her power to try to look as calm as ever, although her thoughts were making her really horny. Her imagination took bold steps forward; she imagined the cock in right shape, and herself rising and turning around to let her bum face his crotch. She thought of Ron grabbed her hips and shoved into her in one move and started pumping. Although just inside her mind, Cat had no problem making up how that would feel; she took a deep breath to stay calm, but that didn't help her from starting to feel wet down between her legs. In her dream, Ron came after only a few thrusts, and let his seed spurt inside her. She would come just moments after, and what an orgasm that would be! (in daydreams always were). With a rush, she looked up to shut out the dream, and stared at her boss once again. He looked at her with a worried face. "Cat, are you alright?" If only he had known what had been going on inside her! She calmed down and tried to ignore the moist between her legs. "Yes, I'm fine. As fine as possible with this 'outfit'", she smiled back. The last floors were travelled in silence, with only Ron staring at the clock, looking more and more nervous. They got of at nineteenth floor, and as soon as they left the elevator, Ron said Go and get your clothes and come to room Fairytale as soon as you can. Ill try to hold the Japanese. With that, they separated, and Cat made for the office at the end of the corridor. She didnt have time to take it coolly now, and started sprinting. There was no one in the corridor, but once she heard a gasp from inside a room with open door. At least someone had seen her. She hadnt gotten many steps, though, as she heard Ron call her from behind. She turned around and saw him back at the elevator. Come back! he yelled. What on earth could be more important now? Cat thought, but the compelling eyes of her boss made her go back. The situation got explained fairly easily. Look, theyre furious after not having had your presentation, and even more after me leaving mid-meeting to pick you up. Theyre think we're trying to hide stuff, and are about to leave as we speak. Rons eyes stared at her breasts as he finished: Youll have to come right now. She stared in disbelief at her boss. Was she supposed to do her presentation naked?! Wasn't there enough with her standing here "Look, can't I just go and..." But he wouldnt bulge, she realized only a second later. Cat, they're starting to leave as we speak. If we loose this he started, but it wasnt necessary; Cat hat already gotten it: either this or the company would be at the end of the rope. The dreaminess she had felt before and that had made her act as she had suddenly disappeared. Her throat felt like a guitar string as she stepped behind the boss towards the conference room. Around her, people had heard the noise and started looking out on her and Ron as they passed. They stared blankly in incredulity at her naked body as it passed. She even managed to wave and smile at Eve as she passed her room. She followed Ron into the room. Inside was turmoil, as the company representatives were trying to keep the now angry Japanese to stay just a few more minutes. They all froze though, as Ron and Cat entered. Have a seat and calm down, everybody, heres Catherine Holwell to hold the business situation presentation Ron said, and let Cat pass along the wall to a chair near the chart. Catherine slumped into the chair, and crossed her arms, trying to cover as much as possible of her body from the V.I.J.s eyes. Silence followed, as everybody looked at her, expecting her to start, while she simply couldnt find air to talk with. She hardly could breathe. Ron helped her, though. Well, were not as bare-scraped as Cat want us to look here, I can tell you, he began, and that produced some laughter. Even Cat had to laugh at the silliness of it. But she will flesh that story out some more, he finished, and at that no one could help but laugh. With the tension gone, Cat could start. She waved at Eve to show her first slide and started. Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see here, the current situation is After that, she could go on. She started sitting, but as she got more relaxed, she got up and started pointing at the key points, allowing everyone to see her in full view, from all directions. Everyone seemed pleased at that, but she could also tell that they actually were listening, as she got questions from time to time. Soon she had completely forgotten that she was naked in front of the companys board and representatives of one of its most important customers. She stretched up her arms to arrange her hair (which she had forgotten since the situation with the bag-lady), and once scratched one of her nipples. At one time, one of the Japanese wanted to ask about figures only shown in one of his papers, and Cat kindly went to him and bent down to see what he was talking about. As she started explaining to him more carefully, Catherine distantly noted that other persons had moved over to see what she was showing. Only then did it hit her that she was standing with her breasts practically in his face, and that because of her position, other people in the room probably could have a look at her pussy! Cat reddened, and lost trail for a second, before a little to get hold of herself. After that, she went back to the front of the room and stayed there for the rest of the presentation. Which, of course, was a success. The Japanese applauded, and seemed very pleased in the end. That was the last in the agenda for this meeting, and everyone rose. She noted Eve looking at her, though, with the most curious expression, but she answered with a Too complicated-look. From the look on the V.I.J.'s faces, the situation was well in hand. As she and Ron walked the group back to the elevator, she even heard that one the high among them more or less said that the business was done. Cat placed herself next to the elevator to shake hand with the guests, and noted that Ron placed himself very close next to her. When she took the first V.I.J. in hand, she felt why: her boss's hand suddenly landed on her right butt! At the same time as he held out his hand to the guest! Cat got almost paralyzed, and only managed to stutter a feeble "Goodbye". What was he doing? This was harassment, she first thought angrily, and wanted to make him stop. But the situation wouldnt allow it She didn't want to make a scene right there, when they just had made their customers so satisfied. She also remembered her own thoughts just a while ago, and that made things more complicated. Better to keep a good look and try to hold on during the goodbyes. But when the next person was in front of them, Ron squeezed her butt just a little, only making things harder for her. At the same time as she kept her face and smiled at everyone, her anger increased, but also her arousal. She was, after all, standing stark naked in the corridor with her boss's hand fondling her, the same boss she had just imagined one of her best fucks only moments ago. The situation only got worse; as new persons were waved goodbye and Cat managed to stay focused, Ron continued. He obviously got inspired by her cool reaction. If only he knew how she felt inside! She felt him alter between squeezing and just gently touching her butt with expert hands, and his treatment had tremendous effect. She could imagine his secret smile as he got more and more brave. With one of the last customers coming up, Cat started the usual goodbye-phrase, but stopped mid-track as she felt her boss's next move: he had pressed one of his fingers between her butt cheeks and was now caressing her vulva! Cat lost her breath and had to start over, with looking Japanese in front of her. This handling was almost more than she could take; as she felt his finger, her arousal took up more and more of her mind, pushing other things like anger and professional calmness away. Even her surrounding became more and more distant, as she focused more on inside herself. She felt she was becoming really wet, and realized that Ron would feel that, too. Her reflexes took over, and almost unconsciously, she moved her legs apart just a tiny bit to make Ron's moves easier. He didn't hesitate one bit; right after, one of his fingers got inside her! That was it Cat thought. She was being fingered by her boss in the middle of the office, with important customers to take care of at the same time! An orgasm was starting to build up inside, and there was nothing she was going to do to stop that from happening; she had surrendered to her bosss expert fingers and her own pleasure, and the fact that this was happening in her office in front of customers didnt matter one bit now. There was only pleasure. Only two more to go, Cat distantly realised through half-open eyes. Rons hands were as deep inside her as their position allowed, but the trouble was that she wanted more! She spread her legs just a little more - and only then realised that it soon would be obvious to those around them what was actually happening. Some part of her mind shouted to her to do something, and she quickly held up her presentation notes in front of her crotch. Through a haze, she shook hands with the last Japanese and mumbled one last Sayonara. She was at the brink of an orgasm, and knew that she would be unable hide it, let alone stop it. But, right at the top, as she was about to explode, she felt Rons fingers leave her. It felt as if a part of her own body was removed from her; all air left her and her excitement subsided like a souffl cooling too fast. Cat felt she could hardly breathe, and almost fell to the floor. Luckily, the last guest had stepped into the elevator by now. Standing bent over, leaning on her own legs, she could hear her boss say I thought it was best to stop it there in a very casual way. That almost made her explode, but of anger instead. Had he only been playing with her? Hadnt she been so exhausted, she though she would have hit him. Hard. But she remembered her situation, and stayed calm while her boss patted her on the shoulder and walked away. Well done, Cat. Well talk later was the last he said. Cat got hold of her self and started walking to her office, to finally get some clothes on. She didnt bother the looks from her colleagues, and quickly stepped inside to her secretarys ante-room. Thankfully, Linda wasnt there, Cat was too tired to try to explain the whole thing right now. She closed the door behind her and went into her own room, kicking it from behind to make it close. Finally there, she couldnt do anything else that fall back into her chair, completely exhausted. Todays experiences swam around inside her, making her feel dizzy. The homeless, the young couple from before, the Japanese, the receptionist (she still got angry there), Ron, the Japanese again and the worried mother all buzzed around her in her mind. On top of that, she felt a huge headache forming, probably because of all the tension and the fact that she had been millimetres from an orgasm. She had to rest a little before taking hold of the real world once more! Still completely naked, she stayed in her office chair, and without thinking, her hand landed on her crotch. Before she even knew it, she had unconsciously started caressing herself. Only to get some relax, she thought. Naturally, it didnt take long before she started getting aroused once again, and as she re-imagined her presentation in the nude, she put her legs up on the desk to allow herself to reach better. She had never been near of doing anything like this, but this whole day had been so totally weird that she didnt care. When she thought of Rons hand inside her, she closed her eyes and started pinching her clitoris. It felt so good; her breathing got heavy and she got close to that orgasm she should have had earlier. And then it came, wave after wave after wave. The whole room turned red, and she felt every vein inside her pulsate of lust. Sweat broke out all over her, and she felt the leather seat beneath her get wet. But that didnt matter, today didnt matter, nothing at all mattered right now. Except for the door opening. Right at this moment, her secretary distant-mindlessly walked in, as she almost always did. Catherine, would you take a look at Oh my God! she cried and stopped right in front of the desk. The papers she had been holding all felt too her feet, as she saw her own boss, stark naked in her chair, with the feet on the desk. One hand caressing her crotch, the other pinching a nipple. Catherine looked up at Diane and then down on herself and gasped. Apparently, she had forgotten to close the door to her office completely! This days number of surprises was one more, and still counting! Was there no end to it? With the orgasm still subsiding in her, Cat moved her legs from the desk and let her hand go from her crotch. Looking at her still paralysed secretary, she realised she had to do something. Bring me some water, she ordered quite brusquely. She was very thirsty by now. The order seemed to help Linda out of her shock, somewhat. Drowsily, she went to fetch two glasses of water. Close and lock the door behind you, Cat said when she came back. Take a chair and sit next to me, so I can explain it all She noted that her secretary couldnt leave her body with her eyes; she seemed mesmerised by the look of it. There was something more than just shock in those eyes, and that made Cat feel a bit warm inside again. And there was no idea to cover anything up at this point, Linda had already seen it all. And so, Cat began recapitulating her whole day, in all its absurdness. She left out her own dreams in the very beginning, but told the rest in detail. At first, Linda sat looking very coolly at her, but as Cats events unfolded, she seemed to get more and more interested. And all the time, her eyes never left her bosss torso. Catherine herself found retelling the day very satisfying, specially to her secretary, whom she had come quite close to and didnt hide much from (even though it had never come as far as this!). Maybe it was the fact that all events cleared much more when being retold or maybe it was the effect the story seemed to have on Linda. By the time Cat had come to the point where she was naked in the park, Linda was completely in to the story. Cat could see that it had awakened something inside her, as she noted a shift in how her partner looked at her, and that her hands now had left the chair, to rest in her lap. It didnt come as a surprise to her; she also felt that feelings rose inside her as well from recapitulating the day. As she got to the part where she was in the lobby, she had started caressing her stomach without thinking about it. Linda got more excited the longer she went, by now she interrupted Cat in the telling with comments and outbursts, like How could she! about the security woman. Cat also noted a slight blush on the cheeks. She even told about her own thoughts in the elevator, she felt that they were important to the coming events. When she noted that Lindas mouth stayed just a little bit open, she couldnt help it; she turned somewhat over to her and let a foot out to touch her secretarys ankle. At the same time, she distantly stroked below her breasts. There was no denying that she was turned on again, and this time in front of her secretary! Linda didnt seem to dislike though, it was more to the contrary! When Catherine came to the presentation, Linda had started leaning over and let a hand rest on Cats left arm. Her blush was clearly noticeable now, but in the other hand, Cat had started reddening all over. Both because of the story, but also from what she couldnt help but think was a special shine in Lindas eyes. Or was it? How could she even consider that? No words had been told, and it could all be her imagining things. But when she came to the final part, she knew she had been right about the signs on Linda. As she told of Rons fingering, Linda rose and stood at the back of the chair. She then leaned it back as much as possible, allowing her boss to almost lie down, and placed her hands on her bosss shoulders. Cat got a bit surprised by that, but quickly got used to the new position. She imagined Linda having a great view of her own nakedness from there, which only excited her more. Finished, Catherine found that she was breathing rather hard. It was all very vivid again, and after all, it had happened only moments ago. Silence fell in the room then, and Cat looked up at her secretary. Her face didnt reveal much, and unfortunately, the signs she had seen seemed far away. She felt Lindas hands trembling, reason unknown. Then Linda spoke. That... was one of the most exciting stories I have ever heard! she stuttered. She continued, I almost cant believe it! But her eyes told Cat that she did. And it really turned me on! she finally burst out. And with that, she tipped the chair backwards, so that Cat almost got into a lying position. The chair squeaked as it now stood only on two legs, and for a second seemed to tip over, but Linda managed to hold it steady. Catherine felt a surging her chest as she was tipped over together with that surprising comment, and for once she lost her self-control, as she now looked directly up into her secretarys eyes. The vulnerability of this, with herself being naked in a balancing chair, without any control, was very new to her. She was used to having things her way, but this day had been the direct opposite of that. She suddenly felt very tired, and something wet emerged in her eyes. Me too, she finally stammered, I never would have imagined anything like this, and that it would end in this way. That made Linda smile, a smile Cat found extremely beautiful. End? she said, Who said its going to end here? She trailed off, seemingly lost in her thoughts. You know she continued after what for Cat seemed a lifetime staring into those brown eyes, I too have had daydreams with Ron in them. And you! With that, she bent down and kissed Cat on the lips. The combined kiss and compliment caught Cat completely unaware, and for a second she lost her breath. But then Lindas hands moved from her shoulders down her body, while the kiss got deeper, it was only to follow her instincts. At first, her head got filled up with new thoughts and questions. Did she say she had dreamed about me? Im naked! My secretary is kissing me and fondling my breast! So she does like me? But the longer they kissed, the more those thoughts were pushed aside for the familiar warmth and eagerness inside her. As Lindas lips left hers and started moving down her in exploration (distantly she wondered how much the chair could take), the excitement filled up inside her, and she couldnt stay passive anymore. Her hands went up to her secretarys sweater and started pulling that up over her chest. Which was more than the chair could take, considering its current position. Suddenly, it tipped over one side and sent Catherine tumbling to the floor. Linda, who was taken completely by surprise, lost her balance too but managed not to fall haplessly. She landed on her knees in front of her boss. Luckily for Catherine, the fall wasnt very herd, so when she rolled over to her back she once again looked up into her secretarys eyes. They lay there in silence for a moment, before they both started giggling uncontrollable. The situation was absurd from the very start, and now this! Waves of laughter bubbled up inside her, and it was only when she took hold of Lindas face and pulled her down for a kiss that it ended. Soon, they were once again entangled, taking up from where they had been interrupted by that silly chair. Catherine once again grabbed for Lindas sweater. Her secretary answered by diving down between her breasts, lips first. The warmth between Cats legs and in her stomach immediately started spreading It was rather awkward for Catherine to bring the sweater up over the chest from her position, but soon she had revealed a bare stomach and breasts inside a bra, right above her. There was no time to hesitate now, with Lindas lips between her own breasts, she was eager to get hold of those above her. She heard Linda sigh when her hands followed her secretarys side up her back to the bra clasp. Then, the breasts were free right above her mouth. They already tasted salt from sweat, with a hint of perfume added, and Cat sucked and kissed hungrily. Her hands were still impatient, and started wandering over her head, down Lindas body. Soon, they found the belt and zipper to the skirt and started their work. Only seconds later, they were opened, and the skirt ready to be drawn off. While still taking care of every erogenous zone around Catherines breasts, Linda felt this too, and was as eager as Cat to get out of it. Soon, with a combined effort, they had moved it down around Lindas knees. By doing so, Linda had moved further down Cats body, and they were now both at stomach-height of each other. Linda immediately started exploring this new area with her lips, to the utter pleasure of her boss. Cat lost her senses for a while, as she felt the warm lips all over stomach and waist. Moments later, her own hunger re-emerged, and she went for her lovers groin herself. Lindas panties were only a small obstacle on the way. With a distinct pull, they went the same way as the skirt had, and with some cooperation from the two of them, both garments left her completely. Lind was now as naked as she, except for that sweater that still covered her upper chest. But that was in no way part of Cats thoughts right now; she only felt true pleasure and an urge to taste her secretarys most secret. She grabbed the hips and brought Lindas crotch down on her waiting mouth. Although she hadnt done anything like this before, Catherine found it as natural as breathing, letting lips and tongue do their work. Lindas response was immediate she had to stop her own moves briefly, and started humming tonelessly. Hearing that, Cat got inspired and continued her exploration of Lindas innermost. But she had to stop suddenly as well, we she felt Lindas lips against her own pussy. Apparently, her lover had found new strength and started giving her the same treatment. Oh, god how good it felt! Cat herself lost tracks of everything as Lindas tongue found her most sensitive point. There was only pleasure, and the will to give the other as much as she was received. It didnt take long for them both being locked in that position before Cat felt the familiar creeping sensation: another climax was coming, and from the sounds of Linda, she was on her way too. They both intensified their tongue moves, although Cat found harder and harder to concentrate on her doings; she had no place left for thoughts. Then, she could do nothing but shout out her joy, and only far, far away heard that someone else was screaming, too. Then, everything went fuzzy. Much later, they both still lay naked and entangled on her office floor. Linda was still half asleep, but Cat had too much to think about for that. She just lay there and looked at her new lover (she was certain this was not a one-time event). The phone had rung one or two times, but Cat hadnt bothered to answer; only later did she realise that it was still office hours. This moment was too sacred. This day already seemed gone in the mists of memory, and when thinking about them, the events seemed more and more absurd. But one thing stayed real: and that lay naked beside her. Cat smiled as she though of that, letting a finger trace the beautiful contours of Lindas body. If it had ended with this, she thought, all that had happened her today was worth it. It was with great reluctance that Catherine went the familiar steps to the resting place. It was only yesterday the absurd chain of events had started that had led to her forced stripping, but it felt like eons. Still, she had found that she needed return to the place where it had all started, to sort it all out and leave everything of it behind her. Linda had called herself sick today; maybe she didnt have the strength to meet her boss so soon after those strange but wonderful moments. And how had she not felt the moment she had stepped into the foyer this morning! Luckily, it hadnt been the same recpetionist as yesterday, so that had gone smoothly. But when she had arrived at the office, it had seemed like every colleague she had met had either smiled wryly at her, or simply stared. She had gone straight to her room and not left it until now. Just a bit up the hill, she saw the bench where she had sat. Once her favourite place for lunch-breaks, now a place of strange feelings; large clump formed in her throat as soon as she got closer. No-one was there now; so she could get up there right away. Nothing strange with that, thats how it used to have been. Up at the bench, she could only stand and look at it for a while, as if it in itself was something evil and the reason for all that had happened. But when nothing happened (and why should it), she let out a sigh and sat down. For a moment she just sat there and watched the surroundings. She remembered why she used to have liked this spot, for its secluded aura and still this rather good view of the surroundings. She felt that she perhaps once again could, gain control of this spot once more, so to speak. Then she felt that her feet touched something soft underneath the bench. She looked down and saw a pile of clothing. At first, she thought it was nothing particular, just a pile of rags somebody must have left there. But wasnt the colour of that front-most cloth a bit familiar? Carefully, she took it by two fingers and brought it out. She held it out at arms length and saw that it was a skirt, made of some good material and well-made. It felt oddly familiar, wasnt it? With a gasp, she realised it was just like one of hers! Immediately, she bent down and brought the whole pile out from under the bench. Her mouth went dry as she looked through the other garments that had been lying there; hers, a white blouse, stockings and panties and bra! It was her clothing that she had found! A quick look under the bench revealed the final evidence: her shoes and her very own wallet! And right next to her, a blunt table-knife... Catherines head started spinning. What had actually happened yesterday? Had she just dreamed it all? The stripping, the run for the office, the dispute in the foyer, the meeting, her bosses hand inside her, and finally her moments with her secretary. But it had been so real! It couldnt have all been a dream! And how would the clothes have gotten here, then? No, that had to be true! But not what hade happened up here, obviously. She slumped down on the bench, face hidden in her hands; shed just realised the potent effects of her extraordinary imagination. END OF PART 1

Title: K9 Pattie's trip to Mexico Author: Williamburns Codes: Beast piss M/F M/f F/m incest F/F Story is all fiction and should not be taken in any way as fact. For Adult reading only, story is very heavy sexual content. This story is a follow up from K9 Pattie's interview with Slutman of Porn Radio. Several months after Pattie had her interview on porn radio and Slut man, I surprised her with a trip to Mexico. Of course Pattie was very thrilled when I told her about the trip. "Thank you Wil, I love Mexico, thank you oh so much I know we are going to have fun together in Mexico." Pattie just had to call her friend Maria in Mexico telling her we would be down in a week for several days. Of course maria already knew we were coming,I had several surprises for Pattie. Maria went along with the surprise and even asked Pattie for some help with her dog she had. Pattie promised Maria she would help her in the art of K9 sex. Maria was very excited knowing she was going to have Pattie train her to fuck her German Sheppard dog. Pattie also was thrilled knowing she would be having a lot of sex with Maria and her young boy she met the last time she was in Mexico, a friend of Maria's. Pattie happy like a school kid taking her first trip to Mexico thinking about the nude beach and running naked being free to fuck anyone she wanted. I was just as excited knowing I would have plenty of sex with Pattie and hopeful with Maria. Finally the day of travel arrived. Both of us were very eager to get down to Mexico and meet Maria and her friends and the nude beach. The trip went smooth except for the Pattie constantly whispering in my ear that she was horny. Not only was she horny she went to the bath room several times just to finger her cunt. Then coming back to her seat letting me smell her fingers and taking a quick suck so I could taste her cunt. Pattie with a very sexual appetite even bigger now, after she had her porn interview and was filmed. Pattie couldn't wait to get to hotel and of course the nude beach. We had no problem from the airport and made good time to our hotel. We had just enter our room and Pattie quickly removed the only piece of clothing she was wearing. Her tight thin dress was tossed on the bed. She stood naked rubbing her cunt. She fumbled for her phone in her purse with one hand while she offered her right tit for me to suck. I couldn't resist her tit offering. As I sucked on her tit she made her phone call letting Maria that we were in the hotel. At the same time Pattie made arrangements to meet later that afternoon with Maria for her first K9 training or as Pattie said a dog fuck. I don't know who was more excited Maria or Pattie about the meeting later that day. In the mean time we unpack or clothes putting our things away quickly. We wanted to hit the beach right away. The beach was a short walk from our hotel. Pattie put on a very short dress that cover very little of her gorgeous body and if she bent over her whole beautiful ass and pussy would show. I didn't care what she showed and neither did Pattie all she wanted was to feast her eyes on all those cocks on the beach. As we walk toward the beach I look at her hungry eyes gazing around at the half naked men walking toward the beach. I was enjoying all the naked ladies that were already in view and there were many to feast my eyes upon. "Pattie are you looking for the right size cock for your cunt?" I asked jokingly. She just laughed. "NO, anyone will fir. Wil my cunt is leaking down my thigh." she said laughing. We continued to the beach. On the beach Pattie stripped out her dress and began talking to the guys near her showing her ass first then turning slowly showing her full frontal nude body. The guys looked over at me, I made a comment that she was available for sex. Pattie just smiled nodding in agreement. Pattie loved sex and loved her nudity and loved exposing herself to anyone. She loved her openness. I always encouraged her to try anything knew. A young boy approached us on the beach. Standing naked in front of us with his cock standing straight out and hard as a rock. "Hi Pattie I'm Maria's boy, she told me to come get you and bring you back to the house." This boy looked about 13 years old and for a young boy he had a nice size cock about 5 inches long. Already hard from seeing Pattie strip out of her clothes earlier. "Oh Eddy I didn't recognize you it's been over a year you sure grew up.... what a nice cock, is that for me?" "Yes, Pattie I want you to suck me like you did the last time you were here. But first mom wants you to show her how to fuck our new dog Jake." "Oh Eddy, I told your mom later today.....she must be very horny." "Yes, mom has some plans,she needs you now that's why I'm here." "Wil what do you think.... should we go." I took one look at Pattie. Her nipples were very hard and she was breathing in short breaths it was telling me she wanted to go right now and meet with Maria. We gather our clothes as Eddy informed us they had moved closer to the beach in the past year. There house was just a short walk from the beach. We walk naked to the entrance were we came in then got dressed and cross the street moving on towards Maria's house. Eddy lets us inside were Pattie,Eddy and I stripped naked that's what Eddy told us his mother wanted. Eddy called for his mom saying we were there. Maria came from the back room and enter with a German Sheppard on its leash in anticipation of having K9 sex. Maria was naked herself. Maria a Mexican woman in her late thirties about 138 pounds and nice plump tits. She stood about 5'5" and had a very nice cleaned shaved cunt. My cock was half hard seeing to naked ladies but, I wasn't sure about Eddy. Maria and Pattie exchange hugs and kisses as they ran there hands on each others naked bodies arousing themselves even more. I never was told Maria was Bi and this made the scene even hotter. Maria standing naked in the room with her dog told Eddy to leave and tell her friends that Pattie was there. Eddy was very reluctant to leave and I could tell why just by the way he looked at Pattie. Pattie looked at me and knew what I was thinking. "Maria are you having sex with Eddy?" "Yes, She smiled and a nephew also." Smiling at the both of us she lead Pattie and I into her bedroom. Maria handed me a camera and told me to film her and Pattie. My cock was extremely hard and filming Pattie and Maria was not going to be easy. Maria had only one thing on her mind right now and that was to have her dog fuck her. Pattie was very excited and wanted very much to help Maria. Maria explained she already had the dog lick her cunt and sucked its cock swallowing his cum a few times but, never fuck him. Now she wanted to get fucked by him. Pattie got on the floor showing Maria the proper fucking position with her ass slightly up in the air and her legs spread showing her cunt and ass. Maria got on the floor next to Pattie and assumed the same position. Jake moved around and began going from one cunt to the other sniffing and licking as all dogs do. Pattie decided maybe Jake needed some special attention. She pull the dog over and laid him on his side were the two girls sucked his large cock protruding from its sheath. Taking turns sucking dog cock and kissing each other their legs spread showing me their wet cunts as I continued film. I was hot and horny and my cock was dripping pre cum. The girls had Jake aroused enough and ready for some cunt. Pattie had Maria assumed the position and Jake mounted her jabbing at her cunt a few times then finding her cunt hole fully penetrating Maria's cunt. Pattie stood next to Maria as I filmed Maria fucking Jake. "Wil isn't that beautiful, Jake fucking Maria. Wil...I want to fuck Jake." "Pattie I'm sure you can but, let Maria have her dog first. Besides you'll have plenty of cock. I promise." I had a surprise for Pattie that would take place over the next few days that we were in Mexico. Pattie just smiled and move to the edge of the bed and sat down with one leg on the bed and one on the floor watching Maria getting fucked by Jake. Pattie horny spreading herself fingering her wet sloppy cunt as she watched. A few minutes later Maria let out a moan of pleasure as Jake knotted her. Pattie stopped finger her cunt and went to Maria's side were she encourage Maria. "Maria take his cum. Take his cock deep in your cunt enjoy the pleasure. Your Jake's whore now so fuck him. Take his cock deep in your cunt Maria it feels so good when he fills your cunt with cum." Pattie speaking from experience. Pattie was not one to use the words whore or slut but, right now she was very emotional. I continued filming the sex in front of me and panning over to catch Pattie playing with herself. She seen me turn the camera on her and just like I knew she would spread her legs and opened her wet cunt with both hands and tossing kisses at the camera. She loved showing off and I loved her cunt. On the floor Maria had Jake's cock fully inside her she took Jake's full ejaculation in her cunt moaning with pleasure as she waited for him to release his knot from her cunt excepting all his hot cum. Jake released Maria's cunt and moved to the corner of the bedroom to laid down and licked his cock clean. Maria still in the dog fuck position was more then Pattie could stand. Quickly down on her knees moving up to Maria's dripping cunt from behind. Pattie suck and cleaned Maria's cunt and asshole and swallowed a mouth full warm tasty dog cum. Maria never resisted Pattie's advances. Pattie loved with cum and looking at me as I filmed the scene made her even more lustful for sex. Maria was happy that Pattie was there for her and her first dog fuck. Thanking us over and over for helping her and me filming her first K9 sex. Maria explained and invited I and Pattie to meet with some friends later in the afternoon. They were having a sex party and wanted to know if we would be so kind and join her and her friends. Maria asked if I would film the the sex party for her. Of course I agreed to film the party. This was part of a plan that Maria and I had come up with just for Pattie. We had made arrangements weeks before coming to Mexico. Pattie never expected anything because she was so preoccupied with sex. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary to her. We used Maria's shower to clean up. Then waited for Maria's friends to come for the afternoon sex session. It seemed like we just got the house in order for a party and there was a knock on the door. Within a half hour there where 15 men in her home. We move some furniture around to accommodate everyone. Several blankets were place with toss pillows for comfort on the floor so it would be easier for the girls to have sex. The guys knew what they were there for and and after a few beers the guys stripped naked. Pattie very excited seeing 15 naked men all with different size cocks. Maria was naked along with Pattie. I had to remind Pattie that it was Maria's show and she would have her wait her turn later. Pattie was not very happy at my request but, understood it was Maria's show. This was part of our surprise for Pattie. Maria teased the men for awhile with her naked slut poses while I filmed her and Pattie watched and talked with some of the guys. It surprised Pattie when Eddy Maria's 13 year old son brought Jake back into the room. He unleashed the dog and moved to the side and stood next to Pattie with a big smile. Maria went to the floor and assumed the dog position like she had done earlier Jake wasted no time trying to mount her. He was ready and his cock was fully out of its sheath. Maria looked at Pattie. "Pattie help, I want his cock in asshole." She said. Quickly Pattie grabbed his big wet cock and move Jake in position to enter her ass. It only took a few minutes and Jake was fully inside Maria's asshole fucking her like a bitch. Pattie was playing with her cunt as she watched. The men were stroking their cocks as they watched Maria fucking being fucked by Jake. A few minutes later Maria was knotted and and begging for the dog to fill her asshole with hot sperm. He unleashed his cum in Maria's asshole then slowly releasing her ass from his knot. Moving away to lay down and lick his cock. Maria's ass was still in the air and to leaking his cum from her ass and down her cunt crack. Maria reached for a pillow that was near by resting her head on it down on the floor reached back spreading her ass cheeks with both hands. "Pattie suck my ass please I know you love dog cum." Pattie looked around the room, all eyes were upon her wondering if she would accept Maria's offer. Looking at me as I filmed I nodded my approval. Pattie couldn't resist she moved behind Maria and took pleasure sucking the cum from her asshole slowly with long tonguing mouth fulls. To get all the cum Pattie covered Maria's asshole with her mouth and sucked the cum from her still gaping asshole and swallows. Cleaning Maria with her tongue as I film the action. wiping her face with her hand she looks to her right, 15 men are stroking there cocks watching her. Knowing Pattie how horny and very excited she was I knew she wanted more cum. Now on her knees facing the men, Maria motions to them to come forward. "Suck all those cocks Pattie there all yours. There here just for you, aren't they Wil?" "Yes they are Maria. Go ahead Pattie, fill your belly with cum honey, welcome to Mexico baby." I said smiling from behind the camera. "Oh fuck, all those beautiful cocks are all mine....really Wil." "Yes, Pattie suck them all fill your belly baby with sweet cum." Taking one cock at a time in her mouth stroking and sucking until each man unload his cum in her mouth swallowing 15 loads of sweet cum. I watched as Pattie pleased all the men sucking there cum from inside there cocks like a vacuum cleaner. She loved the moment telling the men they were just so sweet to offer her their cum to her. Pattie still not satisfied as I knew she wouldn't be. I knew Pattie. This girl wanted more fucking and more hard cock. I seen her in Texas with Linda and her two dog fuck she performed and there was no stopping her once she got going. Pattie hadn't been fucked by any of the men. Her cunt was aching for cock and wanted to be fucked she couldn't understand why no one wanted to fuck. I stopped filming and took Pattie by the hand and pulled her to me kissing her telling he she is beautiful. "Wil what's wrong no one wanted fuck me.Why?..Why Wil? She was begging for an answer Just then Maria made an announcement the party would continue later that night. Maria invited everyone for a late night party at a bar near our hotel. This bar was know for sex and perverted sexual acts and after hour activities. Many of the guys wanted pictures taken with Pattie and Maria. Of course Pattie loved being naked and love showing her bare body they were more then happy to pose for the guys. Pattie loved being naked and spreading her cunt for everyone. I watch the girls pose making me very hard. I needed a fuck hoping I could get Pattie away from the guys so I could get a fuck with her. I waited patiently till the guys finished the picture taken and left. Maria knew I wanted to have sex with Pattie, she offered her bedroom to us and we accepted. Pattie wanted a threesome but, Maria refused only because she knew I wanted to fuck Pattie alone. I didn't waste any time with kissing her or anything. My cock was hard and throbbing, my balls were full of cum and I wanted her cunt badly. I usually took time and loved a long fuck with her but, not now. I jump on the bed and she had her legs spread wide knowing I was in need of her. "Fuck me Wil, fuck me hard I know need my cunt,fuck me honey." She said. My cock found her wet hole like an animal I slam my cock deep and hard into her cunt. "Ouch honey that hurt. Why so rough." Oh baby I watched you suck Maria's ass and cunt then sucking all those hard cock's swallowing loads of cum acting like." "NO, NO wil, don't call me a whore please, I'm not a whore. I'm your cunt baby." "OHHHH Pattie I wasn't going to call you a whore.I was going to say you were acting like a sex starved young girl that just found a candy store. Cock is the candy." I said slowing my cock strokes fucking her more gently. "Oh Wil you make me feel so good, I love the way you fuck me. What can I do for you honey." "Except me proudly by letting me cum in your face, take my full load of cum on your face and watch my cum squirt from tip of my cock right in your face." I said. I always wanted to do this only because Pattie like to swallow or drink cum, cumming on her body was a waste of precious cum she wanted it in her ass,mouth or cunt. "Yes Wil come on me, fuck my face, cum on my face you can have me just the way you want. I'm proud to be your cunt Wil." She said with a big grin on her face. I moved up on her chest just as my cock exploded a massive two day load of cum. I aim my cock shooting my first cum spurt on her forehead then her nose and mouth rubbing my cock over her face giving her whole face a cum bath. Pattie opened her mouth and suck the remainder of cum from within my cock fondling my balls milking me dry. "Oh Wil how did I do. Did you enjoy that? She asked wanting approval. I gave her kiss on the mouth. "Yes, Pattie you and your cunt are beautiful." She was happy. We got dressed and met Maria in the hallway. We spoke for a few minutes saying we were going to our motel to clean up and we would meet later that night at the bar. Maria made sure we understood to use the backdoor and it would be after mid night. I knew the reason but, couldn't tell Pattie. This was not going to be easy to keep this surprise from her. She began asking questions as to why so late at night and after hours. Why the back door. All I could say was because, it was Maria's idea and that's the way she wanted it. Thank God for Eddy as we walk back to our hotel. He spotted us and ran over. "Pattie where you going? Can I come along we with you?" He asked. Pattie knew what he wanted. Sex with her. "Eddy I know you want to have sex with me but, honey I can't right now I have to go and rest it's been along day.You do understand? Right." She said bending over giving him a kiss. "Okay Ms. Pattie but, you have to let me fuck you. Tell me when." He wanted an answer. " Eddy how about tomorrow night. You come to my hotel room okay? Pattie making a deal with a 13 year old boy I just smiled. "Okay I'll be there 7 o'clock. Now say it." "Say what Eddy? I don't understand." Pattie looked confused. I want you to promise me saying you'll let me fuck you." Eddy was demanding an promise. "Okay Eddy tomorrow you can fuck me in any hole you want. Hows that for a promise?" She asked. "Okay Pattie that's good enough for me. See ya, bye. Eddy ran off down the street. "Wil what can I do. I fucked him a year ago never thinking it would happen again. I can't break his heart what would Maria think? She already admitted she fucks him and who knows how many more she does in her family." "Pattie your right lets just get to the hotel and shower and get something to eat." We had about five hours before midnight. I made Pattie take a nap persuading her that it would be a very long night. She gave in and laid down with me and we fell off to sleep. I thought about the filming I would do and all the sex and how hot it would be. I woke up at 11 o'clock and woke Pattie. I was very excited knowing what was going to happen tonight. Pattie would be very surprised for sure and with the help of Maria this would be night to remember. Being very warm and humid out we dressed very casual. Pattie wearing only a short dress along with high heels minus a bra, bare legged and pantie less, looking very attractive with long earrings and her long hair falling over her shoulders, hot pink lipstick just enough to high lite her lips, sexy would be the word. Being a short walk to the bar we enter through the alley way to the back door. I knocked on the door and waited. We were allowed in and directed to the lower level. Maria meet us at the bottom of the stairway. "Wil, Pattie come with me." I knew this was part of the plan we had set up. Pattie came along with me. We went towards the front of the room walking between chairs that were set up. Once up front in front of a small stage we were told to sit. Maria step on stage and with a mic in her hand ask every one to sit down. Pattie took my hand asking want was going on and why we had to sit. There were about seventy five people. Mixed men and women. "Pattie did you ever see a woman get fucked by a donkey? You will tonight and more." I said The lights dimmed and a young girl about 19 came out on stage naked, a small donkey followed her on a leash. We watch as she began her show, sucking the donkeys cock, stroking it making hard and long always in a position showing as much of her naked body to the audience as possible. Her cunt was shaved very smooth and was already oiled and lubed to except the long donkey cock in her cunt. Few minutes passed and now the platform was brought and the girl was readied for the final perverted act of fucking this beast. I leaned over to Pattie and asked. "Pattie how wet is your cunt. You want that cock in your cunt, you want to be fucked by a donkey?" "Wil stop my cunt is sopping wet. You know this kind of stuff excites me. Oh I hope she takes all that cock up her cunt." She said breathing deeply. I encourage Pattie a little more telling her to remove her dress and look around the room. She glanced around the softly lite room seeing other women naked and men stroking their cocks as they watched the show. She looked back at me I had removed my shorts and my cock was hard. Taking my lead she pulled her dress over her head and sat naked with her hand between her legs fingering in her cunt. Now the girl was under the donkey and she slid her self forward inserting the donkeys cock in her cunt pushing more and more of its length deeper into her cunt. Pattie reach over and took my cock in her hand and began stroking me. I reach over and fondle her very erect nipples and whispered in her ear. "Pattie after the show Maria is going to call you up on stage. Just go up and she will tell you what to do." "Wil does she want me to fuck that donkey cock. I can't its to big. Wil, I never seen a cock that big." "No, your not going to fuck the donkey. Pattie she wants to show you something." "Okay are you coming with me?" "Yes I''ll be with you." I said. Pattie's eyes were affixed to the girl on stage that had about 12 inches of cock in her cunt. She was rocking her hips in a back and forth motion fucking his long cock. Her eyes and small moans showed she was pleased with huge donkey cock. She continued fucking lifting her ass up to meet the donkey's thrusting cock. Now ready to cum the donkey push forth against the straps that held him. The young girl's belly showed his cock was deep in her cervix and he unloaded his load of sperm in the girls belly. "Oh fuck! more FUCK MORE!" The sounds of a girl being totally satisfied. She waited a minute then removed her self, turning on the platform she was on facing the audience with her legs spread a massive load of cum gushed from her cunt. "Oh Wil looked at all that cum, fuck.....fuck she is full of cum. OH WIL ...fuck she's drinking some with her hand." Pattie very excited and trembling some. Squeezing my cock and stroking it hard. I wanted to fuck Pattie right there but, I knew what was going to happen next so I stopped Pattie from making me cum. Just then the lights were turned up and the audience gave a around of applause. Looking around the room sex acts were taking place women were being fucked on the floor, twosomes threesomes even lesbian sex. This show was differently very perverted and sexy. I loved it and wanted to see more. Maria took the microphone making an announcement to look around the room at the big screen TVs. Maria motion to me to come on stage. "Pattie on stage lets go hurry." I pushed her towards the stage, Naked and only in her high heel shoes just like I wanted her to be, she step up on the stage. Pattie look at the big screen TVs. Standing with her mouth open in awe. The movies of her in Texas doing her double dog fuck were showing. "Ladies and Gentlemen if you please, she is here tonight on stage K9 Pattie the new up coming porn star. Pattie is here by request from me and it's a surprise for her from Wil. "Yes guys and girls Pattie is available for sex." "Wil, Wil what am I supposed to do. I never........Oh fuck, Wil help me." I and Maria came to Pattie's side. I spoke softly. "Relax Pattie, you fucked a few guys before and had pictures of you taken that's what they want these are your fans. Pattie Take a deep breathe I what you to meet another guest. Turn, around someone has a gift for you. Maria was smiling knowing everything was going as planned. Pattie turned and saw Linda standing behind her. Linda was holding a pit bull on a leash. "Pattie, Wil told me you love to fuck this type of dog. If you want we have Jake back stage also. Don't let your fans down Honey. Your fans want to see you fuck and suck one of our dogs?" "Yeeeees, I will if you and Maria help, Linda I'm so nervous." Pattie said. Linda reply, "I know Pattie, she is never nervous but, ALWAYS ready for hard cock." We all just laughed. The four of us moved to center stage, Maria winked at me. She held her hands in the air and the crowd settled down. With mic in hand she spoke. "Wil, the guys want to know what you love about Pattie the most?" she asked laughing. I quickly responded. "HER CUNT. Her beautiful sweet cunt. Show them your cunt honey." Pattie very nervous but anxious moved to the edge of the stage lifted one leg and spread herself wide showing her bald wet cunt to her fans. A cheer went up from all guys and women applauded. I was quite surprised at how many females were in the group. I knew Maria had said because of Pattie's porn radio interview many women wanted to see her. Maria had invited these men and women to come to see this sex show because of Pattie. Pattie would not disappoint anyone that showed up to see her. Linda,Maria and Pattie step off stage into the waiting crowd. Pattie stopped turned and and came back by me. "Wil what am I to do? I never seen this many naked men all at one time. I don't want to cause any trouble with the ladies. Wil help, am I suppose have sex with them or what." "Pattie yes, to all your questions they are here to see. This why we are here. Fuck them suck them if they want you to. Linda or Maria help you." Pattie smiled. "Okay wil, I'll do just like in I did in Texas they want to fuck me I'll fuck them right back and the ladies better not get upset." She said. Stepping off stage into the waiting crowd. I stepped off the stage put on my shorts I left on the chair, making my way to the small make shift bar in the far corner. Some of the people were having a sex orgy by the far wall. I watched as two men unload there sperm in a women's face and the third was taken pictures. I stopped just a minute to look and the girl and make eye contact. She smiled and I nodded,I moved on to the bar. I lost track of Pattie and the other girls in the crowd but, I knew she would be okay. I got two beers from the bar. The first one I drink quickly, I was dry. I moved in closer to the stage and sat down in one of the chairs. I could hear conversations from the group and could see men fondling women other ladies stoking men's cocks as they stood watching Linda and Maria. Maria was on stage showing a few ladies Jake's dog cock and showing them how to suck him. Linda was instructing others as well. Pattie on a table with one leg off and the other bent at the knee on top of the table. Legs spread wide exposing her cunt totally, with a cock in her mouth sucking. while fondling his balls to make him cum. Two women stood behind the table as another took pictures of the group. The scene was repeated few times with different people. I watched Pattie for awhile. Her anxiety and nervousness was gone she had really settle down and was in her sexual mood to pleasure any man or woman. The signs were obvious of sex gone bad, her hair was a mess and cum was in her hair. I presumed it was from her not being able to swallow fast enough or over anxious men shooting before Pattie could get their cock in her mouth. I didn't care she was having fun and I loved seeing her happy. I was startled when a woman tapped me on my shoulder. "Hi I'm Paige and your Wil Patties friend right." "Yes I'm Wil." I said looking at her face with bits of cum in her hair and on her ear lobe. "Wil I had an opportunity to talk with Pattie, she is one hot lady, I love her sexual attitude. She made me feel like I'm a person instead of an sex object." She said. "Paige, Pattie don't give a fuck about society and there dumb fuck rules. She and I love porn and perverted sex as society calls it and our sex life is great. I love watching her have sex." I replied. "I know you do, so do I. That was me you saw by the wall sucking cock and getting my face plaster with cum. Does that make me a whore because I enjoy fucking and sucking cock with my family? OOPS. I laughed a little. "So Paige your into incest also along with beast sex, No that doesn't make you a whore. Guys use that word wrong many times. So that was you fucking your family before?" "Yes, my older son,brother and father, I'm divorced so I have a good time with my family. We love these type of sex shows. I was so horny when that donkey unloaded his cum in that young girl my cunt gushed my juices on the chair." She said while watching Pattie taking a load of cum on her tits. "That fucking guy just came on Patties tits. OH he is so excited his trembling, Good girl she's wiping her tits with her hand, Oh, Pattie swallow it don't waste it.... Yes she did, good girl." Paige was breathing heavy watching Pattie have sex on the table, just far enough away to get a birds of view of all the naked people near Pattie. Paige tuned a chair so she could sit and face me. I still could see Pattie at the table now talking with some people standing naked wiping her face with a towel. "Wil I have to ask you a question. Who's your favorite porn girl?" Paige really looking for an answer from me. Paige there's many. I think the most filthy perverted porn girl would have to be Bilara. Do you know of her Paige?" "OOOOOH yes, She is the most filthy girl I ever met. This girl not only fucks dog's, she drinks piss and I even seen her do scat one time. She loves being talk to dirty, She is a whore and loves being treat like one. Absolutely no shame and loves being naked. I seen her sucked a man cock in parking lot. Then she waved to all the people watching from the apartment building windows." Paige said rubbing her tits. "Paige you met her. Really, when?" "Oh it's been a few years, we were in Germany to visit my sister. Bilara was doing some filming. I don't know the hole story but, yes it was she. I got to meet her just for a few minutes very nice and cute. She had her pig tails on the side of her head and her little freckled face made her look just like a slut very young looking slut." she said. "I know the pictures I seen of her and yup she does look hot. That's Pattie's favorite girl, she loves that dog Torro with his big red cock." I said laughing a little. The lights flashed on and off signaling we had to leave. Paige and I parted ways. I watched her walk away she turn to see if I was looking. I was. She lend back spread legs and spread her cunt lips for me then waved good bye. I just laughed. I walk to where Pattie was standing still talking, as I passed the chairs I pick up her dress and went to her side. "Oh Wil, thanks. I"m in awe Wil, I can't believe all this happened tonight. So many cock's and the women were so polite to me, I was fucking their husbands and boyfriends right there on the table and they took picture of me and there men. WOW that was fucking hot Wil." "Pattie I saw a lot, your very sexy and horny, I was watching those cock's sliding in and out of your cunt loving every minute." "I see you met Paige and talk with her. She's very sexual. Did she tell you she fucks her family?" "She did Pattie." Maria wave us and escorted us out the side door. She had to stay and lock up. Pattie and I went to our hotel to shower and then go for breakfast. We were going to spend the rest of the day shopping and laying around on the beach. In the hotel I checked my phone messages. Fuck, not a one I was looking for. I took shower with Pattie. She slapped my cock and squeezed my balls hard when I filled my hand with her feminine body wash and began to wash cunt and ass crack making a smart remark about her cunt being in need of cleaning. We had a good laugh, showered got dressed and went to conquer the morning sun rise and breakfast. They day passed quickly and of course Pattie spend like any woman does buying thinks she would never need. She did by a few sexy tong pairs of panties and some other bikini type panties, they sure didn't cover much. I asked why. She said when company comes over she needs something to wear at night. We stayed on the beach under a umbrella and napped some and wasted the day away like Jimmy Buffet says in margarita-ville. About six o'clock we went back to the hotel. I was having a beer standing in my shorts looking out the patio doors. Pattie just put on her new skimpy panties and was modeling them for me. I was taken Pictures of her as she waltzed around the room in her high heels and panties topless of course. There came a knock on the door, I looked at my watch, "Pattie it's 7 o'clock we forgot Eddy was coming tonight. I'll check to make sure it's Eddy." I said as Pattie step just back out of site. I open the door and sure enough, Eddy was right on time. He had a young girl with him, he introduced her as his cousin Rita. Rita a Mexican girl dark long haired girl of 13 dark eyes. About 105 lbs with nice budding tits. "Mr. Wil I bring my cousin for you. You fuck her tonight like I fuck Ms. Pattie. Yes." Before I could say anything Pattie step from the bathroom. "Eddy, I'm surprised at you. Are you selling your cousin for sex? That's not nice if your are." "No, Ms. Pattie she wants to be here. Tell them Rita. She loves sex. Maria said she is to fuck Mr. Wil as a present from her." "Thanks Eddy I hope I won't disappoint her. Pattie are you ready for some hot sex?" I asked. Eddy move towards Pattie his eyes focusing on her tits. His cock was already stiffening in his pants. "Pattie, Can we all go in your bed and fuck. Rita, she likes women to. Would that be nice for you also?" Pattie and I agreed. Our bedroom turned into an sex orgy. We all striped out are clothes and on the bed naked. "Rita can I watch you fuck Wil? I never seen Wil fuck a young cunt like you. I'll help you if you want." Pattie said very softly spoken. Her reply was not what we expected. "Pattie I like you very much will you eat my pussy later. I'll suck yours for if you want me too." Patties nipples were hard my cock was hard and Rita had just laid on the bed spreading her legs. Her bald cunt was smooth and clean, she showed no fear of being fucked by me. Eddy's cock was hard as he stood next to the bed waiting for Pattie. He already made the motion he wanted her to suck his cock. Pattie took the lead positioning herself on the bed and having Eddy lay next to her with his cock in her mouth. I laid on my back with Rita between my legs taking my cock in her mouth. OH my she knew how suck cock. The passion built in our bodies. Pattie was slurping and sucking on Eddy's cock, the same with Rita. "Pattie I want to fuck you now,my cock is ready for your cunt." I knew I was about to cum also. "Rita can I watch you get fuck by Wil I would really like to watch for a minute." She asked knowing the answer. Rita turned over on the bed spread her legs smiling waiting for me to enter her wet cunt. "Mr. Wil it's okay I can take all of you, my cunt is deep. Fuck me and have pleasure with me." She said looking very contented. Pattie watched my cock disappear in Rita's cunt as she rubbed on Rita's tits and gave me a kiss on the cheek, "Go ahead Wil fuck her I'm going down behind you and suck your wet balls and eat her cunt as you fuck her." Pattie under my ass sucking on both of us. Eddy somehow was able to get into Pattie's cunt from behind I could feel the motion of his body against mine. Pattie stopped sucking my balls and as crack. She laid next to me as Eddy fucked Pattie and I was slamming my cock deep into Rita's 13 year cunt. For the next three hours we have sex with Eddy and Rita. We did everything possible. My favorite was watching Rita eat Patties cunt while I fuck her Rita's asshole from behind Eddy was sitting on Patties face sucking his cock. I shot the remainder of my cum in Rita's ass. My cock totally spent of cum. Eddy finally gave Pattie his small load of cum and laid next to Pattie. I motion to Pattie. With my help Rita moves over Pattie as she laid on her back lower her cum filled ass on to Patties mouth as I held her hands. Rita never had any thing like that happen to her and was very appreciative to Pattie thanking her over and over. Eddy and Rita left thank us for being so generous, I gave them two hundred dollars. I saw Patties eyes showing a little jealousy. "Wil was Rita a good fuck? tell me was her cunt nice and tight?" She asked. I took Patties by the hand tossing her play fully on the bed forcing her legs apart. "Your my number one cunt baby, I'm eating your cunt till you cum. No one is a better fuck then you." "Oh Wil I love to hear that I'm number one." The next afternoon we met with Linda and Maria outside the hotel. Maria had her van loaded with boxes, taken them out to her uncle's ranch, about 20 minutes from the hotel. Pattie and I were asked earlier to go along and met her uncle. Our plan to surprise Pattie was going perfect. Pattie and I agreed to go we had nothing else planed for the day. As we drove out towards the ranch Maria explained her uncle raised horses for ranchers that had big cattle ranches. We were very interested when she mention he also was in making beast porn using his horses. Animal fuck films. "Pattie would you like to see some young girls get fucked by a horse? Linda what about you?" She asked both girls. "Of course I would. why wouldn't I I love to see a young girl take a huge cock up her cunt, we can't have horses in the city." Pattie starting to get arouse from just the thought. We got to the ranch were Maria's uncle greeted us. Some boys help unload the van as Maria introduced us to her uncle Ralph. He smiled when he met Linda. "So this is Linda we are in the same kind of work. I just use bigger animal's. more cock meat." Linda just laughed and agreed. Now looking to Pattie "Pattie your so beautiful, I seen that double dog movie you made, that sure was hot. I really enjoyed watching you. Come on girls out back you can watch my young girls fuck and suck some big horse cocks." We all walk to the rear of the house. Seven young girls were milling around waiting for their turn to perform. Two men were giving directions to the girls. "Would you girls like to watch they these girls make a movie or would you like to join in?" Ralph said laughing. We watched the as two girls began playing with the horses cock. After awhile one move under the horse and began sucking his cock. Her mouth full of cock sucking profusely rubbing her tits. S she went down on one knee. Spreading her other leg wide exposing her cunt to the camera. I watched thinking the age of either girl was about 17, very beautiful. The other girl now laid on her back sliding under the girl sucking cock. She lifted her head sucking the girls cunt. This continued until the horse made a small stomp of his feet then unleashed a load of cum in her mouth with the first spasm. The second splashed her face running down her chest onto the girl's face beneath her. I couldn't hear the comments of Linda but, Pattie's eyes were affixed to the scene in front of her. Mouth open in awe. She turned looking at me. "Wow, Wil did you see all that cum, fuck I want you to shoot me full like that horse did." "Pattie.....You never get enough cum do. I said laughing. Ralph came our by us. "Okay girls lets move on, I have something for Pattie, I think you'll like honey. See that guest house over yonder. Just go over and knock on the door. Please." Pattie somewhat reluctant walked towards the guest house. Linda,Ralph,Maria and I stood together and watched. Our plan was going perfect. I waited only a few seconds and followed behind Pattie. Pattie Knocked on the door to her surprise standing naked in the doorway with pigtails on side of head and her big dog Torro next to her was Bilara. "Bilara!" Pattie screamed "This is amazing! You are one of my total, complete favorites! Oh my God, just look at you! You are the hottest thing ever in the world. I just love you--and I am getting so wet right now! How did Wil get you here to meet me." "That's not important Pattie. Come inside, Please." Bilara answered. Pattie leaned in to Bilara and opened her mouth. Bilara responded, and the two girls kissed, their tongues dancing. Patti moved her hands and fingers over Bilara's face, her eyes, her mouth. Bilara began to undress Pattie, and Pattie helped by tugging off her panties and stepping out of them. "Will showed me your pictures--but you are even sexier than I would have thought," Bilara murmured. Bilara covered Pattie's cunt with her hand. "Toro will love you too." "Pattie after I saw the film of your two dog fuck I knew I had to meet you. Wil said you love fucking dogs. I got Torro for you to fuck, and me." Bilara said while fingering Pattie's cunt. "Go ahead Pattie talk to Torro." Pattie... "You are such a handsome sexy dog-- feel me kiss you." Pattie began to lick Toro's mouth. He opened, and his long tongue began to work its magic. Pattie opened her mouth and sucked his tongue inside. She felt him caressing and lapping inside her mouth--leaving his saliva to coat her own tongue and mouth. She drank at him. Bilara was watching, and began to play with her cunt. Bilara went to her knees and slid under Toro. She reached up to his haunches and pulled on him. Like the well-trained dog he was, Toro sat down. Bilara could now get her mouth to his cock without too much of a strain. She licked no more than three times at his cock before it emerged from its sheath and was swallowed by Bilara. Toro and Pattie kissed--until Patti couldn't stand it no longer and moved her cunt to Toro's mouth. She opened her legs. "Yes baby--- that's it! Lick my pussy. lick it the way I have seen you lick Bilara's. Get your tongue on my clit---ah yesss-- that's it! Right there! Oh God Bilara, his tongue is so good!" "Pattie I want Torro to straddle your face so he can face fuck you and I'm going to suck your cunt while he does. You know Pattie I'm a filthy fucking whore and love being one. I hope you don't mind if I lick your asshole after Torr fuck's you." "Wil there's a camera on the table take some pics of us cunt's fucking Torro. Wil you did say Pattie loves cum. I haven't fucked Torro for over a week knowing I was going to meet you Pattie." She was smiling helping Torro over Pattie's face. Torro's cock was a full reddish purple nine inches of wet dripping dog meat. I watched as it disappeared in Patties mouth. Hungry for cock she took as much as she could letting Torro take over he began to fuck Patties mouth. Bilara down between patties legs sucking on her sloppy wet juice filled cunt. Patties were very hard and her nipples were extremely taunt. The moans of pleasure were stoning. Bilara stop ed sucking on Patties cunt reaching up to massage Torro's ball sack making him cum. Pattie choked a little and began quickly swallowing Torro's load of cum. His cum spritzed out of her mouth and down her chest. She kept sucking draining his long shaft. I was very amazed how much cum Pattie could swallow so fast. I smiled thinking how many times she sucked my cock and her friends dog Duke. Pattie was a pro at sucking dog cock. The two girls stopped to catch their breathe and wipe cum from Patties chest. Bilara wasn't done with Pattie. "Pattie I want to fist fuck you I want you to fill the ultimate filling of having to hands in your cunt stretching you fully and making you cum." "Oh Bilara I don't know if I can do that. Two hands in my cunt I don't know, I'll try." "Pattie I'm so fucking horny and your so beautiful. I have to have you. Then wil can fuck in your asshole and I'll suck the cum from you and will share his cum." That's all it took and Pattie was spread wide on the couch in the little room. Pattie's moans of pleasure told me she loves what Bilara was doing to her as first one hand enter her cunt, then slowly Bilara slid her other hand in stretching Pattie's cunt wide. Pattie was in a state of pure sexual pleasure something I never seen before. Bilara worked her magic with her hands bringing Pattie to a very hard orgasm. Bilara quickly had Pattie turn over ready for my cock to fuck Pattie's asshole as she promised. I was so hard and horny. The site of Patties lube asshole was so erotic I couldn't hold back, pushing my cock deep in her ass fucking her like Torro would have. In seconds I unloaded my cum in her asshole. I fell back on the couch and watched Bilara move in on Patties ass and suck large mouth fulls of cum from Pattie's asshole holding it her mouth, moving to Patties mouth were they share my nectar of sperm. I was exhausted from all the fucking and hot sex the three of us had engaged in, I sat back to see what would happen next. Bilara laid with Pattie on the couch kissing and still fondling each others cunts and finger each others, holes. Pattie was in heaven as the two girls played. Bilara looked at me. "Wil I want you to do something for me and show Pattie just how I became such a filthy fucking whore that every one loves." Laughing she went to her knee's on the floor. "Wil come and piss on my face. Give this whore a bath." Bilara looking at Pattie smiling. "It's okay Pattie, I love being pissed on I'm that kind of slut. I know from Maria he would love to piss on me." I was surprised to to see Pattie smiling, not in disgust but, more in pleasure, wanting me to please Bilara and watch from the side line. I moved close to Bilara aimed my cock at her face and drained my bladder. As I did she open her mouth drinking some and letting the remainder run down her body. I empty my bladder and Bilara sucked and licked my cock savoring the drops of piss in her mouth like a wine taster. Pattie and Bilara took a shower together as I washed my cock in the bathroom sink. I heard some of the conversation but, didn't care to join in. I knew Lind and Maria were waiting for us. After a couple of hours having sex with Bilara and Pattie it was time to say good bye we had to leave. Pattie thanked Bilara and gave Torro kisses letting him tongune her mouth and taking a couple of long last sucks on his cock before we left the guest house. We walk back to the main house were the the rest of them were waiting, Bilara was still naked showing of her body to all the guys. Ralph informed us Bilara was there to do some filming. They neede to get going before the sunset, we said our good bye's and left. The next day we had to leave the hotel and all out friends. Maria and Linda stopped by to see us off, Eddy came by earlier with Rita, He wanted one more fuck with Pattie, he settled for a blowjob. Rita my little sweetheart wanted Pattie to take some nude pictures of her and I. She wanted to remember her first American man fuck she said. We were now flying back to the states. our conversation was about the trip. "Wil when we get back you have to fullfill a promise you made to me." She said laughing. I asked. What promise. Pattie...... The one were you fuck me in the ass while I eat your sister's cunt, and share a dog cock with me!!!. "Honey you never get enough sex...cock... cunt or cum." I love this girl. The end. Comments: [email protected]

Title: Barbara learn's of her Daughter Tina's sexual Desires Author; Williamburns Codes: Incest,pedo.beast,piss M/m, F/f, orgy,F?F f/f This Story is fiction and not to be taking in any part as fact. Barbara a mother of a pre teen daughter teach's her daughter about sex after she has seen many sexual acts with other teenagers. The story takes a twist and becomes very perverted. As a independent real estate agent for the past 11 years Barb was doing very well for herself. Making very good commissions on her property sales. Being independent was a a big plus. She was able to purchase a home within her first 4 years as an agent. The home she purchased was fairly new and quite roomy in a neighborhood that was supposed to develop into a large community. This didn't happen because of some old laws of the land. Now with only a few homes in the area it was know as the other side of the tracks. With a lot of vacant lots and the old spur railroad tracks it left the area as a under develop community. Many old buildings that were railroad property turned into play areas for the kids mostly teenagers to hang out in. Barb loved the area because she loved being away from people. The closest neighbor was Mr. Jones with a 12 year old son. Between her place and his there were three large empty lots. She like that because she like to walk around her house with the shades drawn and only in panties and bra. She heard rumors about Mr. Jones. That he was a pervert and love all types of sex. She never met the man personally. She really didn't care what he did. Barb had her own perverted life style. She was having sex with her father since she was 9 and still was having sex with him at age 31. She loved the sex she was having with him. When she was young her dad was very open with her letting her have her own way in sex. She could unload her feelings with him. He would let her talk anyway she wanted with him so all the filthy words were a turn on for her. She loved cock and loved fucking him any time she had the chance. When Barb was in her 20's she got involved with a Bi girl friend for several years but, moved away when she was offered a lucrative job position out of state. During her younger years when she was going to school for her real estate degree she and her so called boyfriend had drunken sexual fuck fest one night. She threw caution to the wind and became pregnant with Tina. Barb's dad was very concerned thinking it might be his because he was fucking Barb regularly and sometimes unloaded his hot cum in her throbbing cunt. When she told her friend she was pregnant he left her and dumped all the responsibility on her. With her fathers help and her Bi girlfriends help she was able to get her degree and move on with her life. That didn't stop Barb's sexual drive. She continued having sex with her dad and a few other men she met leading her into a perverted love for sex. She remembered when her dad for the first time called her his personal whore at the age of 10 she embraced the title he gave her. Even as a child she loved being able to talk dirty using all the filthy words she knew but, only with her dad. This open her sex life more. Barb loved fucking and sucking cock and soon with anyone that would want to have sex with her. Now years later Barb was sitting at her desk in her office wearing very skimpy panties and a bra that was to small. She like the way it push her 36 C cup tits together and forced her cleavage over her bra. As she sat at her desk thinking of the fuck she had yesterday with dad made her cunt wet. Her juices began to flow, when she was extremely aroused her asshole would began to pulsate. Barb loved the feeling and this usually sent her to the bedroom to stuff her big dildo in her cunt and one up her asshole fucking herself like a whore. Now at 31 years old with a nice set of tits and a tight ass that she loved showing off wearing her tight short skirts. Weighing only a 135 pounds with long brown she looked very sexy. She had a 9 year old daughter Tina that would be 10 in few weeks. She was having problems with Tina. Tina had in the past several weeks became distant and rebellious and refused to tell Barb anything that was happening in her life and friends. Also she began sleeping in the nude and walking around the house naked. Barb didn't care about her nudity but wanted know what brought this sexual urge about. Barb knew she had to talk with Tina and find out what the problem was with her. Barb's world would never be the same after she found out what Tina knew and saw in the neighborhood. Barb at her desk when Tina walk in Barb's office naked. "Mom can I go and play by my friend Jane later?" Barb replied. "No honey, not until we have a long talk about whats wrong and your sassy attitude. I want you to tell me what's wrong honey, I'm your mother and I want to know if any thing is wrong." "Oh no mom, I can't tell, you'll punish me. All my friends say the same thing. Mom's always punish you after you tell them, just like you did when I went by the old warehouse." Tina replied. "Okay honey talk to me like you do to your friends. I won't punish you if your honest." Barb waiting for an answer. "Mom I can tell my friends anything and they don't get angry or hate me. I only talk to my friends about stuff and I can say anything I want. They won't punish me like moms do." "I want to be your friend. I promise I won't punish you or tell any one what you tell me. Cross my heart." Barb making a gesture of friendship with her daughter. "Mom if you really want to be my friend and want me to tell you things I have to tell you in my own way." Tina replied. "Okay honey, what do you want from me? Why haven't you cleaned your room for several days?" Barb asked. "Mom take your panties and bra off and be naked like me and I will tell you. Just let me tell you like I talk with my friend Jane." Tina said. Barb complied removing her panties and bra throwing them on the floor. Now standing naked in front of Tina. Tina started to tell Barb what was happening. "Mom I can't clean my room because Ken and Barbie are aways fucking and don't want to be disturbed. Barbie is a fucking whore and Ken just wants to fuck her all the time. I know they can't fuck because Barbie doesn't have a cunt and Ken doesn't have a cock. its something Jane and I do to have fun." Tina looking at her mom. "Honey were did you hear that from?" Barb asked. "All the older boys and girls talk about Barbie being a whore. The boys say she's a cock sucking whore." "Tina were did hear all this stuff?" Barb asked. "Down at the old warehouse. Jane and I watch some teenagers go in the old warehouse so we peeked in and we heard them talking. That wasn't all they did. Linda. Jane's sister was there also, and Billy Jones and a some other kids. They all got naked. Mom we watched the boys fuck the girls. The girls even let the guys put there cocks in the girls mouths and told them to suck there cock's. After awhile they shot cream all over the girls faces calling them fucking cunts and whores. Linda told all the boys that she was the best fucking whore of all the girls and wanted to fuck all them." Barb's cunt was very wet her asshole was spasming. She loved listening her her daughter explaining this perverted sex she watched. "Tina is there anything else you want to tell me about Billy or Jane or Linda?" Barb asking hoping to hear more about Billy and Linda. "Mom the other day Jane and I were playing at the play ground. Jane ask if I wanted to see something that her parents do. We went back to her house and went in the garage. There's this old vent that hasn't been fixed and you can see right into Jane's parents bedroom. We look in and Lucy, Jim and Linda were fucking on the bed. Jim first fucked Linda for awhile then Lucy then both sucked his cock saying they were his special cunts. Then Jim fucked Linda from behind while she put her face down in her mother's cunt. Jim told Linda to eat her cunt and make her cum. Then after a while Linda and Lucy got on there knees and Jim fucked both of them from behind. Then they laid side by side and he shot his cum in their faces. After that they sucked his cock. Then Jane and I left so we wouldn't been seen and went back to the play ground. Tina said her dad plays with her little cunt sometimes." Barb now extremely horny and excited about what she just heard. The Mill's family was into incest. Her cunt dripping juices on the carpet. Tina seen the wetness drip from Barb's cunt hole. "Mom are you peeing? She asked. "No honey mommy is very excited. I like you telling me everything. Just don't tell anyone okay honey." "No mom I won't. Mom when can I get fucked? I want to get fucked like Linda. Mom do you like fucking? Do you fuck those men that come over here sometimes?" Tina waiting for a reply. "Yes, Tina to all your questions. I love fucking and being fucked." Barb just couldn't hold back her perverted feelings." "Tina did you see anything else that I should know about?" Barb asked. "Mom I saw Mr.Jones dog Buster fuck the other day in the kennel. He fucked a bitch. Mr. Jones let me watch them fuck. Mom his cock is big and long and red. Then Mr. Jones asked me if I been fucked yet. I told him no." "Did you like watching the dogs fuck Tina? barb asked. "Oh yeah, that was really neat." Tina said with a big smile. "Okay honey I think we cover enough for now. I want you to tell me everything you hear and see in the old warehouse and with the Mill's family okay honey. I won't punish you for anything." Barb now had Tina's confidence and trust. Tina continued telling Barb about all the sex she seen in detail including the boys sucking each others cocks in the warehouse along with the lesbian sex with girls sucking each other cunts as the boys watched while the girls laid in a big circle. Barb was very aroused by all the sex her daughter was witnessing and wanted her to to find out more about the neighbors. A couple of weeks later Tina was playing over at Jane's house. Barb had some time to show a client a property they were interested in buying. As she drove to the property. Barb thinking of Tina's recent explanation of all the sex she had seen at the warehouse and the Mill's family. Tina had seen so much sexual activity in the pass couple weeks. The teenager boys and girls fucking in the old warehouse. Watching Mr. Jone's dog fucking in the kennel. Barb knew that Tina wanted to know more about sex. The fact that she asked when she could start fucking was on Barb's mine. Barb decided she would teach Tina more about sex. Tina had been a very good daughter telling her everything about the incest sex she seen peeking through the screen in the Mill's garage with Jane. Lucy, Jack and 16 year old Linda having incest sex. Thinking about how Tina described the scene of Jack fucking his daughter. His wife Lucy sucking Linda's cunt calling them whores and fucking cunts. Barb was very horny. Her asshole was pulsating and her cunt was wet with her own juices. Lost in thought as she drove. She drove right passed the house and the people waiting for her. She realized her mistake and turned around and met the people out in front. It didn't take long with the showing. The people made an offer in writing. Barb excited about the offer told them she would drop off the paper work at her home office right away. They parted ways. Barb watched as they drove away then went back in the house and removed her panties and wiped her juicy wet cunt. Thnking of her next move with Tina. How would she teach Tina about sex and make herself looked like the perfect mom in Tina's eyes. Barb had a plan. Barb stop at the strip mall were a porn shop was located. She picked up a small 4 inch inch dildo and a 6 inch that was 1 inch in diameter. several tubes of lube, ajar of desensativing cream. As she passed through the racks of slut clothes she notice a small pair of 3 inch strapped heel shoes like the porn girls wear. Questioning the clerk she was told no shoe store handle these types of shoes.They did because they were for girls who did child modeling and were special order only. In the back room the clerk showed her a catalogue of the shoes. Most of the girls were naked and standing in the different types of strapped shoes. Barb picture Tina naked with those shoes on thinking how great she would look in them in those cum fuck me shoes. Barb order a black pair and would send the shoe size later to the clerk at the porn store. Barb paid for her items and left. Barb dropped off the offer to purchase on her way home. This could be a 5,000 dollar commission she thought. Barb's mined quickly went back thinking of Tina. As she drove home she stopped at the store pick up some items for Tina's birthday party and order her a cake. Entering their neighborhood she passed the Mill's house. Counting the vacant lots between their house and her own. There were seven very big ones. Now she knew why the kids all hung around in the fields and at the old warehouse. No one could see them. Parking in the drive Barb looked around It was very open almost barren. She loved the feeling of the openness. Barb went inside and put the dildo's and cream's in her bedroom. Now for dinner she and Tina would have a pizza and then after take care of the birthday party invitations. After wards she would show Tina her new toys. Barb wanted more then just showing Tina she wanted to see if she would response to her sexual advances. On the table laid the list Tina made out for the friends she wanted to have over. Billy's name was at the top followed by Jane's the other friends of Tina's she didn't know. Nothing about what she wanted for her golden birthday 10 years old on the 10th of the mouth was special, Barb thought. Just then the door open and Tina came rushing in. "Mom,guess what I saw today? "What honey, what did you see that's so exciting." "Down at the old warehouse a a group of boys went inside and one was Billy, Mr. Jones boy. Jane and I went to see what they were going to do. We peeped through the cracks like we did before. There were four girls inside all naked laying on the floor. Three boys stood in line behind each girl. They fucked the girls one after the other. Mom I could see the cum running from the girls cunts and the boys cocks going in and out. They really fucked those girls hard. Jane and I didn't stay long because we didn't want to be seen." "They sure do a lot of fucking in old building don't they honey." "Mom that's not all. I help Mr. Jones catch his dog Duke that got loose. Back in the Kennel I got to see Duke's big cock. He was suppose to fuck the dog he was with in the kennel but he couldn't. His cock is bigger then Buster's kinda dark red and longer and thick." Mr.Jones asked me if I was fucking any one. I told him no but, I would like to. He kissed me on my cheek and felt my ass saying I was beautiful girl." "Okay honey that's okay. Lets have pizza and then I have something special for you. Mom is going to show something you really might like." "Mom for my special birthday I want to get fucked. I want Mr.Jones to fuck me." Barb wasn't at all surprised comments and desires. Mr. Jones was not Barb's first choice of men. "Honey do you really trust your mom." Barb asked. "Yes of course." Tina replied. "I can't promise you anything but, if you do like I tell you I just might be able give you that special Birthday fuck you want." Barb smiling watching Tina's mouth open in surprise. Will you really let me get fucked,your the best mom. I love you mom." Tina all excited with Barb's reply jumping up and hugging and kissing her. Later that night as promised Barb took Tina in her bed room were they both got naked. Barb was very excited and nervious about what she was going to do. Tina how would you like to be a little whore just like I was at your age." She laughed." "Mom, you were a whore ? Really you'll will let be like you?" "Yes honey its time for you to learn more about sex." Barb open the dildo's one at time showing Tina the different sizes. Opening the creams and explaining how they would be used in her cunt,asshole and mouth. "Tina get on the bed and spread your legs I'm going to insert this in your cunt so you'll know what cock may feel like. Its small so it won't hurt." Tina very anxious to feel the dildo in her cunt spread her legs wide open. Holding her cunt hole open as Barb instructed her to do with her hands. "Oh Tina you spread your cunt lips very nice, I'm proud of you. Now let me insert this in your cunt. When it's in you I'll turn the vibrator on so you can feel it in your cunt. I'll play with your clit so can feel the tingling in your cunt. It will feel good and tickle a little." "Okay mommy is it like being fucked." "No honey it just makes your cunt feel good. Fucking is a lot better with a hard cock in your cunt hole." Barb was enjoying this immensely. Pleasuring herself as she was making her daughter into young sexual whore. Barb wanted her daughter to feel as much sexual pleasure before Mr. Jones would take cherry. There was no doubt in barb's mine that Mr. Jones would refuse her daughters wishes. Barb slid the dildo in and out just like a cock. Tina was enjoying the pleasure asBarb turned the vibrator on playing with her clit and touching her tits with her free hand. "Honey I want you to feel more pleasure." Barb got closer to Tina and began kisses and sucking on her tits as she moved the dildo over Tina's cunt folds. Barb moved Over Tina's face. "Honey I want to kiss you on your mouth. I think you'll like that." Barb very lustful and horny. "Okay, mom my cunt is tingling like you said it would it feels good." Barb's mouth move down toward Tina's. Tina open her mouth slightly. There lips met and Barb slowly stuck her tongue in Tina's mouth. She responded and the two kissed and sucked each others tongues. Tina after a minute with her free arm wrapped it around Barb's neck and pull her close kissing harder. Barb's cunt spasmed and her asshole pulsated in lust, her cunt was wet an oozing her cunt juices. Barb knew at this moment she had totally control of Tina. They stopped kissing. Barb told Tina to hole the dildo in her cunt with out her hands to see if her tiny cunt muscles were strong enough. Tina had no problem doing it. "Mom take some pictures I can't see the dildo in my cunt." Barb reached for her camera on the dresser and began taking a pictures. " Tina would you like to try the dildo up your asshole? Barb asked. "Oh yes. Mom are my cunt,asshole and mouth, are they called fuck holes sometimes?" "Yes my darling, there fuck holes, your learning fast." Barb had Tina pull her legs up over her head. She placed a dab of the desenativing cream in Tina's asshole and creamed her ass crack. As Tina laid in that position Barb took a few more pictures. Barb's cunt was dripping her juices on the carpet beneath her spread legs. Extremely excited teaching her daughter how to play with her new toys. Barb restrained herself not to hurry she wanted to play with her daughter showing her more . Barb wanted Tina"s cunt she wanted to to kiss and sucked on that sweet puffy tiny young cunt. Just a few minutes and the cream would do its job making inserting the dildo easier. Barb took the dildo and moved towards Tina well cream asshole. Rubbing it up and down her ass crack stopping with the tip at Tina's asshole. "Honey I'm going to push the dildo in your asshole so don't be afraid it may hurt a little." "Okay mom. Mom have you ever been fuck in your asshole?" "Oh yes many times and I love a hard cock in my ass." Smiling as she knew this would help Tina relax. Barb slowly push the dido in Tina. First an inch then further. "Mom it feels funny but, I like it." That's just what Barb wanted to hear. Barb push the four inch dildo all the way up Tina's little tight asshole then worked it back and forth as if she was being fucked. "Honey I want you to turn over and put your ass in the with your legs spread a little." Tina did what was asked. Barb replaced the small dildo with the larger and thicker six inch one. "Mom take some pictures so I can see my asshole with the dildo in me." Barb took several pictures with the toy. Some with it all the way up Tina's as and some only half in her. Barb's asshole was pulsating hard her tits were hard nipples very erect. Cunt juices leaking on her inner thigh. "Honey I want you to feel my love for you I want to kiss you honey I love you." Barb remove the toy and Tina laid on her back. Barb again cover Tina's mouth and sucked her tongue and kissed her daughter passionately. "Honey remember how the Girls in the warehouse sucked each others cunts? I want to suck yours." Barb hoping Tina would let her. Tina's eyes open wide and a big smile came upon her face. "Yes mom, kiss my cunt, suck it. Mom are we whores or fucking cunts now?" She asked. Barb didn't responed but, moved down on Tina's cunt tenderly kissing and tonguing her cunt hole darting her tongue in and out nibbling on her tiny young clit. Driving Tina's young body into a shacking climax. Barb stopped and laid on the bed next to Tina spreading her legs as she began to play with her cunt. "Mom let me kiss your cunt now. Please?" Tina asked almost begging. Tina went down between Barb's spread legs and watched Tina bury her face in her cunt. Barb let her suck and kiss her cunt holding her head and telling her how to use her tongue on her big clit. Barb climaxed shaking with pleasure. "Tina your very good at sucking my cunt. I love that very much." Barb said smiling at her daughter. Barb was excited and she knew she made her daughter a perverted little cunt whore just like she was years ago and still is today. After there sex Barb told Tina the toys were hers to use anytime she wanted and they would do this again real soon. Barb knew Tina wanted Mr. Jones to fuck her so why not just ask him over and tell him what she wanted him to do. This would let Barb know just how perverted he really was and she may even have a good fuck from him. Barb meets Mr. Jones. The girls turned in for the night, Tina took her new toys with her to bed. Barb could hear the buzzing of the toys as Tina played with herself. She knew Tina was giving herself a good cum. The next moring when Barb got up she couldn't believe what she saw. Tina had cleaned her bedroom and put evrything away in its place. Now sitting in the front room naked watching TV eating cereal. "Mom I cleaned my room, washed all my new toys and took a shower. "That's wonderful honey." Barb said smiling. "Honey today I have to go and check in with the office do you want to go and play by Jane." Barb knew she would and that was the time she would call Mr. Jones. "Mom we had fun last night I like what we did. Can we do some more Later? Barb's asshole spasming and her cunt began to leak her juices in excitement. "Oh, yes honey we will play again. Later in the afternoon Tina left to play at Jane's. Barb made her phone call to Mr. Jones. Mr. Jones answwered rather gruffly. "Hello." "Mr. Jones this is Tina's mother Barb. We have to get together and talk. Its about Billy and some other things. I don't want to talk about it on the phone." Well....... I think I know what its about but, I'm on my way to deliver a litter of puppy's to my client. I won't be back till late night maybe around eleven." "That's fine Mister Jones I don't want Tina to know we talked. If my lights are on come over Please." "Okay, I will see you later Barb." Barb hung up the phone, Thinking oh yes I do have a surprise for Mr. Jones. Barb went and ran her errands while Tina was at Jane's Playing. Barb was gone for several hours. On her drive home she stopped at Jane's house to pick up Tina. Barb wearing her very short skirt and her tight small bra that pushed her tits out and up showing a massive amount of tit flesh. Lucy was out side in the drive way. Barb got out to introduce herself. Lucy's eyes went right to Barb's tits and took a huge look. She smiled, came to Barb giving her hug pushing her own tits against Barb's. Lucy let her hand slid down Barb's back and across her ass. "Barb your beautiful maybe we can get together sometime after the kids are back in school. You know maybe we can connect." Barb knew exactly what Lucy wanted. She differently was not shy about being BI in front of any one. Barb agreed it would be a great idea to have a nice neighbor to chat and openly and play with. They parted ways Tina got in the car and they headed for home. "Tina did anything knew happen when I was gone?" "Mom at the park we heard some boys talking about Billy. They said he sucks cocks and is very good at sucking. Mom do boys really like sucking cock?" Tina asked. "Yes some do and some don't, Just like me sucking your cunt last night. Did you like that Honey?" "Oh yes mom I really liked they way you kissed me also." The conversation ended as they enter the drive way. In the house Barb made a lunch for the both of them. Soon after wards Tina was so tired from the events that afternoon she went to bed early. Barb took the time to catch up on her house work and pass time waiting for Mr. Jones to come over. About eleven that night Mr. Jones knocked on the door. Barb answered the door still dressed from the afternoon,her tits half out of her bra showing her big cleavage and a very short skirt with no panties. Mr. Jones notice Barb's dress immeditatly as his cock began to rise. Barb offered him a beer and took a glass of wine for herself. Sitting herself in a chair across from Mr. Jones. She opened her legs. Her short skirt allowed Mr. Jones a good eye full of her thighs and maybe her bald cunt. "Mr.Jones we have to talk about several things tonight." "Barb just call me Bart okay." "Okay Bart, what I have to tell you is about Billy and some other teens in the neighborhood. My Tina has told me some very sexual things she seen. I'll be very blunt. She watched your dogs fucking. Then she came home telling me how big and red thosedog cocks are. The she eventold me she really enjoyed watching them fuck." "She also told me you asked her if she has been fucked yet. Explain Mr. Jones." "Barb that's all true about the dogs and me asking her if she was fucked yet. I must say I'm sorry." "Oh don't be Bart, she knows Billy has suck cock on some young boys and he is fucking Linda Mill,s and other girls over at the old warehouse. Tina has spyed on them saying she seen girls sucking on girls,boys fucking the girls also shooting there cum in the girls faces. There having fucking orgies in the warehouse or should I call it a whore house." Barb saying this with a big smile on her face. Bart downed his beer and began to speak. "Just between you and I. I know Billy is Bi he likes sucking cock I taught him and now he's found a cunt that's four years older then him Linda Mills." "Oh my god Tina was right about Billy. That's okay about you and your son. I been fucking my Dad since I was nine and still fucking him now. Something you should know about the Mill's family. Their into incest. Tina and Jane spyed on them through the garage vent that leads into there bedroom. They saw Linda, Lucy and Jim all fucking in bed last Saturday after noon. Tina said she heard Jim call them his fucking cunts and they were nothing but fucking whores. Tina came home from Jane's house and told me very explicitly what she heard and saw. Now Tina is asking me when she can get fucked. She wants her cherry popped so she can fuck any one. Bart..... she told me she wants to be a fucking cunt whore like Linda and Lucy. Just recently she watched your Buster fuck a bitch, and you told she could watch, She came home very excited." Pausing only a moment Barb continued."Bart she likes watching Buster and Duke's big cocks fuck there bitches. She loves watching this very perverted stuff. I don't mined but, she needs more training.Tina thinks your very special and kind. Now I have to asked you something very perverted. Tina.........wants you to be the person to pop her cherry and first to fuck her for her 10th golden birthday. Would like to Mr. Jones, fuck her for her special day?" "OMG, yes I would. This is no joke is it? I don't want to be in trouble with the law." "No Bart. I'm NOT kidding about this. I want you to take her cherry and fuck her. I'll do something for you to prove I'm sincere about this. Just tell me what is that you want." Bart waited a few minutes. "Barb, I'll fuck her, she's so nice and young and tender I would love a tight cunt like hers but, I have to be sure about this perverted idea of yours. I'm very perverted when it comes to sex as you will find out later. There is nothing I love more then filthy sex. So this is what I want from you. Tomorrow afternoon you and Tina come over to my place. To show me your being truthful about this special day. I want to fuck you in front of Billy and Tina. Let them watch us. Let Tina see you get fucked by me. Afterwards you can tell her I'll fuck her for her birthday. That's the only way I'll do it." "Oh I see Bart you think I'm setting you up for something. I can understand your feelings. I promise I'm not and lets shake hands on the deal and have a drink. Okay Bart." They shook hands in agreement then toasting with their drinks to seal the deal. Bart left and Barb was feeling very proud of herself. Thinking what a mother I am setting up my own daughter to have a near forty year old man fuck Tina. Just about the same age as dad was when he started fucking me. Barb turned in for the night but, checking first on Tina. Tina laying nude on her bed asleep with a dildo between her legs still humming. Barb went and turned it off putting it on her night stand then went to bed smiling. room. The next Day. When Tina came into the kitchen for breakfast Barb started her conversation with Tina. "Honey last night Mr. Jones stopped over to have a talk with me. I asked him about your special request you had for him." "Oh mom did he say yes? Is he going to fuck me." "No honey not just yet. We have to do something for him first then he'll say weather he well or not. We have to go to his house this afternoon. Tina.......he wants to fuck me. He wants you and Billy to watch me get fucked by him. This is all to see if we are telling the truth." "Mom, Lets go, I would love to see you get fucked by him. Then I can get Mr. Jones to fuck me for my birthday." "Oh Tina this is not a game it is very important that he trust us or he won't do anything for us every. Do you understand and you can't tell anyone not even Jane." "I understand mom. Don't worry." Bart called later in the morning asking if the deal was still on and if so come over at 1 o:clock that afternoon. Also with a few instructions telling her come through the field in back by the kennel and don't wear any panties and make sure you have a shaved clean cunt. Taking nothing for granted she complied with his wishes and at a few minutes of 1 o:clock she and Tina started out the back through the field. The back gate was open and Bart was waiting for them. Buster was in the pen and mouting a female bitch his big red cock was out and pushing towards the bicthes cunt. "Mom, look Buster is going to fuck her. His cock is so big and red. Lets watch Buster fuck mom." The three stood and wacthed the two dogs fucking for a short time. Barb's cunt was leaking her juices as her asshole was pulsating like it does when shes sexually excited. Then Bart spoke. "Come girls lets go inside we have a deal to take care of. Right Barb?" "Why, yes Bart I'm ready if you are." Barb said extremely horny now. They didn't waste anytime Bart was very horny and had a place all ready in the living room. On a low coffee table was blanket with a small pillow. Bart stripped out of his clothes and told the girls to do the same. "Billy come on in the girls are here." Billy came from his bedroom naked with a full red hard cock. Barb smiled looking at this 12 year old boys cock, she knew he was jacking off. "Nice cock Billy its okay to play with yourself I do." Barb said trying to relax the moment. Bart whispered in Barb's ear. "Suck my cock then I'll fuck you on the table." Barb went to her knees and began sucking Bart's cock. She sucked for several minute as Tina and Billy watched attentively. "Okay Barb on the table lets fuck and show these kids what fucking is all about. Spread nice and wide show Billy what a cunt really looks like." Barb spread nice and wide as Billy looked at Barb's wet juicy cunt hole. Oh how perverted this is she thought but, at the samre time loving every minute. Bart moved to his knees to make penetration easier for him. In seconds Bart's cock was deep in Barb's cunt fucking her hard and fast. Barb moaning slightly enjoying the pleasure of his cock thick cock. She looked over to see Tina watching closely as Bart's cock slid in and out of her cunt. Bart fucking her like Buster did his bitch. Bart spurred his cum deep in Barb's cunt then pulled his cock out and had Tina watch his cum run from her mother's cunt. Bart moved over straddling Barb as she laid on the table place his cock in her mouth telling her to suck him clean. She did. "Barb don't move just yet. Billy do what I just done put your cock in her mouth let her suck you. Tina come here. Billy mounted Barb's mouth while Bart took Tina and placed her hand in Barb's cunt. Take a couple of fingers of that cream and taste it honey." Tina never did anything like this but, was very amused and excited to feel this warm cream dripping from her mom's cunt. "Mr. Jones it taste.... well, its okay. Can I try more?" "Of course Tina. Your mother's a fucking whore and we are going to make you just like her. You still want me to fuck you for your birthday don't you?" "Oh yes Mr. Jones. Well you fuck me for sure?" "Yes I will." Bart replied. After an hour of playing there perverted game with the kids. Bart and Barb agreed they would have a special birthday party for Tina. Bart said he would make it very special for everyone. Tina and Barb walk back home. When they got back home Barb showed Tina her new strapped high heel shoes she bought for her birthday. Quickly she tried them on and tried to walk. Just a little clumsy for the first time. Barb had Tina practice with her new shoes for the next few days until she could walk like a little sexy whore. The Birthday party. Days passed and now it was the 10th and time for Tina's golden birthday party. Barb had made Tina's birthday party with her friends early so they would have time to get ready for her sex party later. Bart had called earlier saying they would be staying the night and not to bring anything. In the conversation it was very obvious that the party was going to be a real wild party for Tina. Tina was not really enjoying her party with her friends she was more excited about her party at Mr. Jones place. After every one left from Tina's party they ready themselves for the party at Mr. Jones house. Tina dressed in her three inch heels wearing only a dress to cover herself. Barb in five inch heels wearing her little black slut dress that cover very little. They went out the front door and walk over to Mr. Jones house were he was waiting on the front porch for them. Barb was nervous and scared a little about this party knowing Tina wanted it so badly to get her cherry popped and fucked for the first time. Bart noticed there anxiety and offered them some wine. "Here girls I have something for you to relax, take these it will help you feel better." He gave Tina one pill and Barb two he himself took two and called Billy in the room were he took a pill also. "Don't worry girls they'll relax you and make you feel a little warm." What he didn't tell them was it would enhance there already heighten sexual drive. Barb would become increasingly sexual and so would Tina as the night would progress. The pills would began to work in about a half an hour so Bart took them into his perverted sex room. The room wasn't small. A good size room with some whips and chains hanging on one wall. "I told you I was very perverted Barb I had many sex parties in here with my friends." Barb was amazed at all the porn on the walls. On all the walls painted in detail. Animals fucking young kids and women sucking animal cocks of all sizes. One in particular caught her eye. The woman getting fucked by an elephant, loads of cum squirting from her cunt with a pool of cum below her asshole while a giraffe stood over her pissing in her face and on her huge tits. Another one with a dog fucking a very young girl in her asshole from behind and her face buried in her mother's cunt while a big Rottweiler stood over the mother face as she sucked his huge red cock. "Come her girls look what I have for you." In the center of the room was a divider, Bart moved it a side and there was a table like those in a Doctor's office. Cover with a black soft blanket and matching pillow. On each side of the table were five candles for Tina's birthday. Facing the table on the left was a huge three tier cake covered in white frosting with many pink and red cherries decorating the edges. In pink written on the side was happy birthday Tina. "Oh Mr. Jones this is for me, WOW! I love it very much. Thank you." Tina replied. The wine and pills were now making all of them extremely horny. Barb made a last minute make up fix on Tina. Lipstick and eye liner making her look like a porn girl. Barb did the same to herself. Tina climb up on the table resting her legs in the stirrups spreading her legs nice and wide. Mr. Jones had bought a tiara for for Tina to wear. Her high heel shoes and the tiara made her look so sexy. Barb stood at the right hand side behind Tina so she could watch as Bart would take her daughter's cherry and fuck her for the first time. Billy was filming all the sex and taking pictures of Tina and Barb. Bart took some cream and lubed Tina's cunt and oil her tight bald cunt lips as he played with her. He Had Barb suck his cock for a few minutes to get him real hard. Barb went back to her place to watch as Bart began to slid his now long hard cock into Tina's tight small cunt. Tina watched as his cock went deeper into her. Smiling knowing she was having her birthday present going in her cunt. "Okay Tina my cock is against your cherry. It's time to pop your cherry are you ready?" Bart asked smiling his very perverted smile "Yes. Mr. Jones pop my cherry then fuck me just like you fucked mom the other day." With a quick push her cherry was popped. Bart continued fucking her going deeper and deeper in her cunt. The pills were working the sexual passion was taken control of Barb. "Take all his cock honey let him fuck hard. Fuck her Bart. Fuck her. Make her a whore like me." Barb was over come with lust, the pills were doing what they were supposed to making everyone a lusting horny perverted sex objects. Barb play with her cunt and tits her asshole was pulsating and her cunt dripping juices on the floor as she watched her daughter being fucked by Bart. "Tina I'm going to cum in your cunt filling you some warm cream. Take it all like your whore mother does. Isn't that right Barb. Your a fucking whore." "Yes Bart I'm a fucking cunt a whore. Oh Tina take all his cum feel how good his hot cum is in your cunt." Barb in horny perverted sexual frenzy now. Bart unload his balls in Tina and step back watching his cum run from her cunt as Billy filmed all the filthy sex. Tina still laying on the table with her legs spread. "Tina would you like to get fuck again?" Bart asked. "Yes, Oh yes I love cock now. I want to fuck more." Tina wanting more cock. Tina looking at her mother for approval. "Honey this is your brithday you can fuck all you want but, there's no guys for you." Barb said in disappointment. "I'll take care of that right now." Bart said. Bart walk over to the door, opening it and twenty or thirty guys came in along with a young teenager girl and an older woman. Barb didn't count the guys but,knew what was going to happen. This was about to be a huge perverted sex orgy and she wanted to be part of this party. They all stripped out of there clothes. They too had taking pills. With hard cocks well lube the fucking began. She watched Tina as two men approached her. One stuffed his cock in her cunt and the other put in in her mouth. She watch her daughter for the first time suck a man's huge cock and fill her face full of cum. "Bart my baby Tina is a fucking ten year old whore now. I'm so proud of her. Thank you Bart." Barb was in sexual pleasure beyond anything she every dreamt of before. She knew Tina was having a great birthday party. Now her own holes were being filled, forced to the floor she took a cock in her mouth. As she sucked the guys cock others joined in. Before long she was taking men in all her fuck holes at the same time cunt,ass and mouth. She looked to see Tina's cake being placed on the floor. Then two men lifted Tina and sat here right down on he cake. The men frosted her body with cake and Tina rolled her cum filled body all round on the smashed cake stuffing her cunt and asshole making a huge mess. Bart came and told Barb to join her daughter in the cake. Barb was just a filthy about her doings as Tina together they smeared each other with the frosting. They didn't realize that while they played several men stood around them and began pissing. Drenching their bodies with liquid warm piss. It didn't upset Barb or Tina they were so high with lust and passion for sex it didn't matter any more what they did. Later Barb was placed in a small stockade and was introduce to Dukes huge red cock. Barb not only fuck Bart's dog while she was being fuck the teenage girl presented her cunt for Barb to dine on. Barb in lust devoured the young girls cunt. Barb had turned herself and Tina into whores for all the men. The filthier the men talk to Barb the more aroused she became. As one man pissed in Barb's face he called her a pig cunt whore. This was something she knew down deep in her mine she was a whore now she could release her desires along with her daughter. Making Tina a a young whore was just a mothers way of saying she approved of all this filthy smut. As the night was winding down and the drugs started to wear off. The girls were in need of a shower, the warm water from the shower was a pleasure. As they shower Tina and Barb hugged and kissed. Tina very pleased with her party. Bart let Tina and Barb sleep in his bed that night knowing they were worn out totally. He to crashed on the sofa along with Billy. The next morning Bart was up and made breakfast for Billy, Tina and Barb. Barb waken by the smell of food enter the kitchen naked looking at Bart. "Bart your a fucking perverted animal. Making me fuck a dog and my daughter suck Buster's cock. I know now that your a fucking pig. A perverted bastard. You took pictures and filmed all this smut now what am I supposed to do knowing there's pictures of me and Tina being a whore for all your friends. What now?" Barb asked. "Barb why don't you sell your house. You and Tina come live with me and Billy. Billy would love to have you as a mom. I know Tina would love to have me as her father she said so last night." Bart standing naked with his cock half erect. "Oh so you can fuck Tina and and me, make us your personal fucking whores or what every you wish to do with us." Barb looking for Tina as she spoke. "Barb we all ready established what you girls are and what Billy and I are. You a real estate agent and I a dog breeder. Now we have a new business. Incest porn. You can suck and fuck Billy. I'll fuck Tina. Both of you can fuck the dogs. There's money to be made here." Bart now fully erect and stroking his cock. Barb looked in the front room for Tina she was spread wide open on the sofa getting fucked by Billy. She watched as the young boys cock slid in and out of Tina's red cunt hole. Looking back at Bart smiling. "I'm not selling my house. Before I turn into your fucking whore along with Tina I want something from you." Barb now rubbing her cunt. "Barb what the fuck do you want from me. Make it simple." Bart said. Holding up her left hand. I want a ring on my finger saying I'm your wife. Then we'll be your fucking whores like you want. "Your already my whore, you just want to make it legal." Bart said smiling. "Yes. Barb replied. The End. Comments: williamburns465@gmail

A Neighborhood of Lust and Perversion Author: williamburns Codes: beast F/f M/f pedophile/ piss/ Transsexuals/ T/m / pregnancy F/f Story is all fiction; Heavy sexual content Adults only: If you don't like filthy stories do not read this. Erica and Bill lived in a neighborhood that they loved. Everything about neighborhood was perverted and they loved this life style. Erica's father and mother were incest parents and brought Erica and Bill into the neighbor hood. Erica was a whore at 8 years old and never stopped loving her sexual attitude. She had been a whore for many of the family members and was very well trained by her Mother and Father as a sex object. Even with all this training Erica had problem. She could never get enough sex. Erica met Bill at a sex orgy that her parents hosted at there home. Erica was 18 at the time and wanted to move on with her life. Bill was introduce to Erica and the party began in full sexual perverted lust from that very moment. Within a few months they married and started their own family. Many things began to happen in there neighborhood with Erica and Bill's family along with their new found very perverted friends. Erica and Bill had three children Jill,Joy and Kenny. Jill was 11 and pregnant with Bill`s child. Jill, right after she had her first period became pregnant by Bill. This was to be expected because Bill had been fucking her since she was 8 years old. This was common in the neighborhood with young parents. Erica, was very happy about the Jill's pregnancy. Jill would give up the baby to a friend that couldn't have a child. Joy their other 8 year old daughter by only for months was no longer a virgin. Bill along with Erica`s help on the night of her 8 birthday popped her cherry while the Grandparents filmed the deflowering of their Granddaughter. Bill and Grandpa fucked Joy several times that night just so she could experience the feeling of a hard cock in her tiny cunt letting her enjoy and feel the massive loads of cum. After each fuck Erica would suck their cum from her tiny cunt and cum swap it with her daughter making her swallow their loads of cum. Telling Joy this is what the girls do for their father's and all the men in the neighborhood. The film was shown to other friends of theirs when they gather for their orgies. Joy of course was very happy about losing her cherry, saying she was a whore like her mom and sister. Erica was well known for her very perverted life style. She loved playing with her children sexually and teaching them sex. Even letting them play with cunt while they watch porn movies together. Erica of course loved fucking. Cock was always on her mine any type of cock including Peter their neighbors dogs. Erica enjoyed Peter's big black Lab's 10 inch cock. Erica not only fucked his dog but, suck its cock so many times she was also known as the the dog whore by the neighbors. Today it would be a little different. Nudity was very common on there street were they lived. Even sex being performed on the street or in some ones yard or porch was normal. This created a problem for Erica with Joy. Since Jill`s pregnancy Jill was receiving most of the attention from the neighbor's and this upset Joy. Joy was being left out of the neighborhood sex. Bill and Erica were also guilty of neglecting her and her sexual desires. Today as most days in the afternoon Erica and her girls would put on their makeup and oil there naked bodies then stroll through the neighborhood naked. Walking the streets naked was a big turn on for Erica. This neighborhood was on the far edge of town and no one even wanted to go their because what they heard. She was shapely and with ample size tits a nice round firm ass, enhanced with long legs that made men`s cock's stand erect. Men loved Erica especially her cunt. After giving birth to her three kids her inner cunt lips protruded and hung. When she spread her legs her cunt looked large and inviting hole. Erica referred to it her as her love hole. Bill said it was from all the dog cock and double penetration's she done. It was true. Erica love being double team or gang bang and welcomed all cock's taking three cocks at one was no challenge. Well that`s what made her the fucking whore she always wanted be and differently was a whore. Well, thanks to her own whorish mother and perverted father who taught her to be the whore she was. They were very proud of Erica and her family. Jill eight and a half months pregnant was always in demand. The pedophiles`s want Jill sucking their cock`s or just wanting to fondle her lactating tits. Jill loved the attention and when Mr. Jackson their neighbor would show his big long cock Jill was more then ready to bend over and let him fuck her asshole even at her near term of pregnancy. Erica always reminded her children this was why they lived in this neighborhood. Joy was looking out the front window. "Mom, Gina and Toni are out side in the front yard." Gina and Toni were Erica's Neighborhood transsexuals. They loved men as much as a women. Gina openly admitted she love Erica and wanted to fuck her every chance she could. Toni didn't care what Gina did as long as she could be involved for sex. Erica always ready for hard cock any time of the day and today was no different. Gina out in front stoking her 9 inch cock anticipating Erica's and the girl's afternoon walk. Joy knew that mom would be fucking Gina out in front and refused to go on there afternoon walk. Joy telling her mom she was going to protest her by not going. This upset Erica some but figured she could take care of Joy later. Erica and Jill left the house leaving Joy home. Jill went across the street to Mr.Jackson's house. He was lubed up and stroking his cock when she approached his porch. Jill bend over and Mr.Jackson horny and hard did his deed fucking and cumming in Jill`s asshole. Mrs.Jackson just as perverted as her husband couldn't leave little Jill with all that cum in her asshole. Mrs. Jackson just had to lick Jill's asshole clean, making sure Jill was very clean. Thanking Jill for her services they let her move on to the next neighbor. Erica now meeting Gina arms out extended holding each other kissing and hugging like long lost pals. The two walk down the street about a half a block holding hands and talking. Erica was very wet and wanting Gina's cock. Dropping to her knees and on the sidewalk began sucking Gina's hard cock. Moving over on the grass Erica laid down spread her legs and let Gina into her cunt . Gina fucked Erica on the grass as some neighbors watch. Actually cheering the performance. Gina now gave Erica that special look. Erica smiled knowing what Gina wanted as she laid on the grass. Gina took a position on her back as Erica move in a position over Gina and squatted down relieving her bladder in Gina`s mouth. Erica pissed in Gina`s mouth as she drank the warm liquid loving and savoring every drop. Erica finished her pissing and wipe her cunt with her hand stood up and licked her finger's and shared her piss soaked finger's with Gina. Erica now looked up the street towards her home. Erica could see Joy walking back and forth in front of the house. Erica walk back towards the house to see what Joy was doing, as she got closer she heard Joy. Talking to herself rather loud. "Fuck, mom won`t let me fuck. I can't have cock. Mom's a whore,Jill's a whore. No Joy can`t be a whore. Fuck I wish mom would let me fuck. I WANT TO BE A WHORE" Very loud Joy screamed. Erica heard all of Joy's comments and realized she had been ignoring Joy. Listening to Joy and her remarks remembering when she was 8 years old she already was fucking family members and her mom was showing her how to do a threesome with dad,brother and uncle. Erica quickly decided that the time was right. Joy needed the family love and she would take charge. Erica took Joy in the house and promised Joy she would be allowed to have sex and become a whore just like her mother and sister. Joy was more then thrilled to hear this good news. Erica made plans and invited all the neighbors over to their home the next night. Erica knew the neighbors would more then willing to have some hot sexual fun, an orgy was never refused. The next night all the neighbors came over for the party. Erica wanted Joy to be the center of attention that night and decided that Bill should fuck Joy first and let him be the one to fill her cunt with his cum first. Erica would follow by eating Joy's cum filled cunt. Jill would lick Joy's asshole and lube her asshole for annal fucking then turn her over to the neighbor's for their fun. That night when everyone was there Erica had Joy on the kitchen table with pillows and blankets for support making it nice and soft for Joy. After Bill and Erica along with Jill did their nasty sex in front of all the guest it was time for Joy's solo letting all the pedophiles have their way with Joy. One after another men would enter Joy's cunt and fuck her for several minutes shooting there cum not only in her cunt but on her body. Some of the pedophiles couldn't wait to fuck Joy they just jack off in her face. While Joy was being treated to all the men's cock Erica and Jill turn their attention to the young boy's that came along. Joy of course was the girl of the night. Erica left the room with a statement for the men. "Guys she wants to be fucked don't disappoint her. Make her a little slut whore like her mom." She loves hard cock." Knowing this comment would make Joy very pleased with her mom. Erica loved cock and seeing several boy's ages 8, 10 and 12 years old made Erica's cunt wet. Erica's cunt was dripping juices and wanting to fuck these young cock's she took three boy`s to her bedroom. Jill did the same taking several young boys to her room for her own sexual pleasure annal fucking in her room which she enjoyed very much. Erica knew what she wanted to do with the boy's she began sucking the 8 year's old cock while he laid on his back on the bed with two other boy's one on each side of her. Erica stroked there cock's making them hard. One at time when they were hard she allowed them to fuck any hole they wanted. To her surprise the 8 year old wanted Erica to drink his piss while she suck his cock. Erica told him to piss in her mouth as she sucked his cock. He did smiling as she swallowed his piss. The 10 year old wanted to try fucking Erica`s asshole. The 12 year old wanted her cunt and they way he asked made Erica laugh when he said. "Erica I love you and will you be a fucking whore for me tonight." "I want my dad to know I fucked you in your ass." "Will you tell him?" Erica smiled gave him a sweet kiss on his cock then laid on her back and allowed him into her cunt helping him find her cunt hole. With his thin hard cock he began fucking her just as if he was a pro. When the 12 year old finished fucking her cunt. She turn over telling the 10 year old it was his turn. Raising her asshole in the air the boy mounted her from behind. Erica found the boy was very hard and penetrated her asshole easy. Erica was pleased with the boy`s fucking just wishing he could have cum in her filling her hole with hot sperm. When the boy was done she laughed when he said. "Erica that was a good fuck. "Thank You." Erica fucked about 12 guys and did as many young boy`s that night. Bill fucked his daughter Jill in her ass because she was pregnant. Jill gave several men blow jobs and allowed them to shoot there man seed in her face or any placed they wanted to. Gina and Toni served drinks and let all the guys play with bodies even giving blow jobs to who ever wanted them. When the party was over and the guest left. Erica very proud of herself by fucking many subteen boy`s in one night. Really she loved fucking anyone and anything. Jill told her mom she too had a lot of sex, Erica smiled seeing Jill's face full of cum and now crusting on her face. Erica smiled at William saying we have a very perverted sexual family. William agreed. Joy also full of sperm dripping from her bright red cunt hole, with sperm hardening on her face and in her hair. Her small tits red from being malled by the pedophiles just smiled. "Mom that was great I think I fucked 13 men and sucked as many cocks the rest just came all over me". That was great. "I'm a whore right mom." "Oh yes Joy your a whore a very young one at that." Erica smiling as she confirmed her daughter's desire. The next day William`s parents brought Kenny home from his visitation with the grandparents. Joy anxious to tell Kenny all about last night`s party and how mom made her the star in the sex party. She told him how all the men had sex with her and she was now a whore just like mom. Kenny was upset that there was a sex party and he wasn't there to enjoy the activities. William notice what was going on and suggested he take Jill and Joy for some ice cream at the mall. Knowing very well Erica would handle the problem with Kenny. After William and the kids left for the mall Kenny showed he was very unhappy asked his mom if she still loved him. Erica very frustrated about the question took Kenny by the arm and sat down with him on the sofa. "Kenny I do love you very much". "Why would you even wonder about my love for you?" she asked. "Mom, You let my friends over here last night and Jill said you let them fuck you and I wasn't here to have fun with all the people." "You know I want to fuck you mom." Surprised but not shocked by his answer Erica stood up and disrobed telling Kenny to do the same. She took Kenny into his bedroom laying naked on the bed exposing her total naked body to her son. "Kenny come here and fuck mommy." "Come lets fuck." Erica sat the boy on her chest pulling him close so she could insert his cock in her mouth and began sucking his 4 inch cock very slowly. She wanted him to feel every hot motion of her tongue sucking his balls and cock letting him watch her head bob back and forth on his erect cock. She went from his cock moving his body till she had her tongue in his asshole licking and sucking him from his ass to his cock slowly moving her tongue up to his belly. When Kenny was very aroused she smiled and told him. "Kenny, mommy wants her precious man's cock in her cunt. Mommy wants to be fucked by her special man. Kenny smiled and moved himself between her legs. Erica's cunt was wet and ready she loved being fucked by her son and she wanted him to feel very special. "Honey you know mommy loves you so I`ll let you do whatever you want with me just tell me what you want, okay baby. " Kenny smiled and told Erica as he was fucking her. "Mommy you know I jacked off at Grandma's last night and I now have cum." "I shot cum from my cock and I want to give it to you mom." "I want to make you pregnant." Just as he told Erica about his sperm he shot a load of cum into her cunt forcing himself deep into her as possible. "Oh fuck Kenny cum deep in my cunt. Yes, fuck me and make me pregnant I`ll have your baby." Erica knew she couldn't get pregnant. Kenny didn't know that. Kenny stop fucking for a moment to catch his breathe. Then Erica laid him on his back and started sucking his cock again. "Kenny I`m making you hard again and I want you to fuck mommy again, maybe you can make me pregnant sweetheart." Erica stopped sucking his cock for a moment. Looking at Kenny. "Kenny maybe it would be better to fuck your sister Joy and get her pregnant." "Then mom can be a Grandmother." "I know Joy would love to get pregnant by you." Smiling and very happy Kenny replied "Okay mom, when can I knock her up?" Erica smiled. "Honey as soon as she is able to get pregnant." Thinking that Joy would give up the child. "Mom, can I still fuck you?" Erica replied. "Yes honey you an fuck me anytime." dropping back down sucking his cock once more. As Erica sucked that stiff shaft of Kenny's he asked "Mom?" "Yes honey, what do you want?" "I want to fuck your asshole this time mom. Grandpa said you like to getting fucked in your ass." "Yes, Kenny Grandpa is right, I love being fucked in my ass." Kenny would have to wait to fuck moms asshole. Just then the phone rang. The call was from Bill. While they were at the mall Jill went into labor. The paramedics responded. Jill was rushed to the medical center. Erica and Kenny rushed to the center wanting to make sure that Joy's needs were met. Jill delivered a very health boy. She of course gave it up. Forward: Four months later the huge two story house at the end of there block was purchased by some people. This was strange because no one ever wanted any thing to do with this area. Erica was the first to meet the new neighbors. She invited them over to their home a few days later. Erica very inquisitive about who they were and why they moved into the abandon house. Mary and John were the two new owners of the property. Erica invited them over for a afternoon lunch. The Afternoon lunch went into a long night of talking Erica and Bill were told they bought the property after doing some very intensive searching and watching the neighborhood secretly. They knew of the open sex and their perverted life styles. This was the type of neighborhood they wanted to live in and take part in. Mary and John had two daughters ages 9 and 10 that were staying with some other friends untill they could get the house repaired and settle in. John said that he loved fucking there two daughters and wanted to make the older one a breeder for the future of their family. When Mary found out Erica had a son that she was fucking Mary asked Erica if it was alright for her to have sex with him. She loved fucking young boys not only boys but anything with a cock. Mary and John were very deeply into incest porn and making movies. They shared their daughters with friends to make movies. Mary and John were looking to have a baby again so they could train her like they did there two daughters. Erica smiling thinking about an idea she had. She suggested something that Bill was totally in agreement with and made Mary and John quite happy. They agreed with Erica's idea. Erica would have her son Kenny get her pregnant and film most of the sex scenes. They knew Kenny would be overwhelmed and excited. Erica would give Mary and John the baby as a welcome to the neighborhood gift. They agreed. They planned a sex party for Mary and John for two weeks later. Erica would introduce the new couple to all the perverted neighbors over the next few weeks. Everyone accepted Mary and John in the neighborhood and even help them get the old house fixed up and painted. It was a long project and probably take about nine months to complete. As they worked on the house Erica was fucking her son Kenny anytime he wanted two. She wanted to get pregnant. Kenny was having a lot of sex with Erica. Even allowing Mary to fuck Kenny when John needed some porn photos to show his clients. Kenny really enjoyed fucking his mother and never missed a time reminding her she was his fucking whore. Bill was fucking his daughters Jill and Joy along with John. No one ever thought about Jill getting pregnant. She got pregnant again only this time no one knew where it was Bill's or John's. They didn't care and Jill was happy being pregnant right at the same time mom was. Mary came up with an idea that the neighborhood should have a huge sex party at their house when all the rehab of the house was completed. Erica and Mary wrote out a movie script for John so he could film it for his special friend overseas. The script was very perverted and could be edited later so they would invited everyone in the neighborhood to join in the filming. Erica would invite Toni and Gena to get involved. Filming Transsexual Toni fucking her husband Bill's asshole would be a great scene. Toni always wanted to fuck Bill. Erica's dad would have sex with Joy fucking her filling her asshole with cum. Grandma would cum in Joy's face clean Jill would clean her face off with her tongue. Erica asked Gina to help make the movie knowing she always wanted to be with Erica as much as she could thinking she would be able to have more sex with her. Gina was just as sick and perverted as Erica. Gina came up with an idea that was wild and so filthy even Erica was surprised. Erica knew some very perverted friends that she grew up with that lived in another town. She asked them to join in and they agreed knowing there would be plenty of cunts to fuck. John agreed to Erica's idea and would invite his and Mary's friends over at the last minute as a surprise party. Kenny got Erica pregnant and would have Mary's child in about nine months. The timing couldn't have been better. Joy would walk about the area getting fucked just about every day by someone in the neighborhood. Nothing change much in the next several months. The girls did there afternoon walks and the fucking and sucking and perverted sex still went on in there neighborhood. Joy now was nine years old and very active sexually fucking her father and all the men in the neighborhood including Jack's dog. Erica worked with Joy showing her how to take on Jack's big black Labrador. Sucking his big cock taking mouth fulls of cum even letting him fuck her asshole and being knotted. The first few times Joy was scared but, with Gina and Erica's help she soon became comfortable doing the dog's big cock. Gina from time to time with her big cock fucked Joy's asshole pleasuring herself and stretching Joy's asshole for dog dick. Gina of course loved fucking a nine year old asshole and with Erica's approval made it just that more exciting. Erica wanted nothing more then to make her daughter's proud of her while making her daughters the biggest sluts. Bill was always happy to see Erica and his daughter's doing there perverted sex and would help in any he could. Nine months later the house was done and it was party time. Mary invited the whole neighborhood to her house telling everyone she and Erica's kids were all available for sex and there would be plenty of filthy sex to enjoy. The night of the Party Erica gave all the kids a pill similar to Viagra that she got from the sleazy doctor in town that she knew. She took a pill also then broke one in half and took that with a shot of vodka. She wanted to stay horny at least three to four hours. She gave the kids a pill not realizing that milligram was very strong. Now they left for the party. Bill got everyone in car and drove down the street to Mary and John's house. Entering through the back door were Gina,Toni were waiting for them. The girls already were beginning to be aroused sexually from the pills. Erica peered from behind the kitchen door. She could see the front room was filled with some known pedophiles and perverted men and women from the neighborhood. All wanted to be here for perverted sex. The guests had been informed that Erica wanted to put on a sex show for all the people showing them how much she appreciated there help and for excepting Mary and John and helping in the remodeling of there new house It was now eight o'clock and time for her show. Checking to make sure her John had his prearrange camera men ready. They gave Erica the nod that they were. Erica disrobed and and step out onto the living room floor. Her big pregnant belly and swollen tits bounced as she walk out on the floor in high heels and big slut smile. Naked she yelled out. "Are you fuckers ready for some cunt." "Do you want to fuck?" A cheer went up and then they yelled "We want cunt.We want whores." Erica took control asking the them to quite down and that she wanted to introduce her family. Looking out at some of the men taking their clothes off some even stroking their cocks. "I"m Erica and 9 months pregnant by my 12 year old son, I love fucking him and I love to be fucked by all you horny men out there. I'm a fucking whore so fuck me tonight like the whore I am." Now motioning to Kenny to come forward. Standing naked next to his mother smiling like he just won a big prize of some sort. His cock was standing straight out and hard from the little blue pill Erica gave him. Kenny knew he was there for sex. Erica was so pleased with him when he agreed he would suck cock if he was asked to and let some gays fuck him it they wanted. Again Erica quited the crowd to introduce her daughter Jill. Jill walked out on the floor naked wearing only high heels. Her big belly well oiled and shinning in the bright lights stood next to her mom. "This is my oldest daughter Jill 9 months pregnant fucked by her father and John. Don't know who the father is and don't care. Pregnant with her second child in within a year." "I'm so fucking proud of my sweet whorish daughter, and I want you guys and girls to enjoy her body tonight." "Jill do have anything to say to the guests?" Erica asked. Jill looked at the people standing looking at her. "I'm so fucking horny, I want to fuck all you guys." She said. The guest went wild knowing they were going to get a lot of pleasure tonight having sex with her. Erica quited the guest again. " I would like to introduce you to my youngest daughter Joy." Joy now came walking out on the floor, she to was naked dressed in her little high heel shoes. "This is Joy my youngest, she has a very tight asshole and cunt." " Joy loves fucking and sucking cock." "I want you guys to make her very happy and fuck her like the little whore she is. Mostly because she wants to be like me." The crowd cheered more and applauded loudly. Toni and Gina the two transsexuals now walk out and stood next to Erica. Stroking their hard big cocks, looking around does any one want to get pissed on by a couple of fucking transsexual whores. A huge laughter went up and another round of applause. All the girls were now very sexually excited from the Viagra they had taken and step on to the floor were all the men and women were waiting to fulfill there perverted sexually desires. Erica extremely horny laid on a table sucking any mans cock that was given to her while others played and fucked her cunt. Erica didn't care about being pregnant she just wanted to fuck. Men turned her over on her fat belly fucking her asshole while men were pissing on her body. Others shoved cock after cock in her mouth and came filling her mouth full of cum. Erica swallowed every one man's hot seed begging for more. The hot perverted sex continued for hours with all the guests performing some type of perverted sex. Either with Erica or her kids or just anyone that was available. Erica had gotten off the table. She was still very horny and wanted more sex. The pill was still making her very sexual. She stop long enough to see Jill her pregnant daughter crawling on her hands and knees on top of the long dinning room table. A bottle of beer protruding from her asshole dragging her belly crossed the wet sloppy table as several men pissed on her face and ass. Jill laughing and trying to catch their hot piss as she crawled along the table. Kenny was in the corner bent over being fucked in his tight ass by an old man of maybe fifty while sucking on his Grandmother's cunt. Grandma's face was cover in cum will she sucked a man's cock. Erica just smiled in delight loving every perverted minute. Looking around the room for Joy and seeing her on a table being abused by several men. Erica watched as a man slid his cock down Joy's throat fucking her face. Two men spread the young girls legs as another stuff her cunt with a beer bottle while four others stood along side her pissing their fluids on Joy's face and body. Erica yelled out to her daughter Joy just as the man finished shooting his load of cum down her throat. "How you doing honey? Having fun my sweetheart." Erica waiting for an answer. Joy looked over at mom giving her the thumbs up sign. Then turn over to take another cock up her tight gaped red asshole. Erica wanted to finish the show with a big sexual bang she had planned. She was still on a sex high from her pills and wanted to do her final act. Calling for Gena to make the announcement that Erica wanted all the guest to see what kind of filthy fucking whore she was. Erica took the center of the floor with Joy,Kenny,Jill and Bill. The final perverted act was planned long ago. Erica was on hands and knees, next to her was Jill their pregnant belly's hanging on the piss soak hard floor. The to girls would be fucked in there asses by Jack's big black Labradors. While the girls would suck some men's cocks as the dogs unloaded their cum in the girls assholes. Bill would be next to Erica having Toni fuck his asshole while he suck Gina's cock. Joy would wait until the dogs were done fucking her mom and sister then move in and suck the cum from the girls assholes swallowing the warm fluid. When this was over they would thank all the guest for having participating in the filming. Thanking Mary and John for the use of there new home. John had it all on film along with his camera buddies. The show went very well excepted for one thing. Jill and Erica went in to labor about an hour later. Jill and Erica had their babies right there on the floor of Mary's front room. John filmed it all to every ones delight. The guest were even more thrill at the site of two naked whores given birth at the same time. The girls were taken to the community medical center for evaluation and treatment. Joy had over did her cock sucking and swallowed massive loads of cum. Making her sick for a few days. When asked about how she felt. Her reply was. "When can we do this again." Jill kept her baby it was a boy. Erica gave hers to Mary as promised. It was the girl Mary wanted to train for future family sex. Mary and John's two daughter's came home when the house was complete. They to service the neighborhood men fucking and sucking like the whores John and Mary wanted. Kenny is still fucking his mother and Mary. Toni and Gena are together having sex parties for the neighborhood. John loves to watch the two transsexuals suck each others cocks and film them. Its a lovely neighborhood as John said. To coin a phrase. "One for all and all for one." The end. comments: [email protected] A Neighborhood of Lust and Perversion Author: williamburns Codes: beast F/f M/f pedophile/ piss/ Transsexuals/ T/m / pregnancy F/f Story is all fiction; Heavy sexual content Adults only: If you don't like filthy stories do not read this. Erica and Bill lived in a neighborhood that they loved. Everything about neighborhood was perverted and they loved this life style. Erica's father and mother were incest parents and brought Erica and Bill into the neighbor hood. Erica was a whore at 8 years old and never stopped loving her sexual attitude. She had been a whore for many of the family members and was very well trained by her Mother and Father as a sex object. Even with all this training Erica had problem. She could never get enough sex. Erica met Bill at a sex orgy that her parents hosted at there home. Erica was 18 at the time and wanted to move on with her life. Bill was introduce to Erica and the party began in full sexual perverted lust from that very moment. Within a few months they married and started their own family. Many things began to happen in there neighborhood with Erica and Bill's family along with their new found very perverted friends. Erica and Bill had three children Jill,Joy and Kenny. Jill was 11 and pregnant with Bill`s child. Jill, right after she had her first period became pregnant by Bill. This was to be expected because Bill had been fucking her since she was 8 years old. This was common in the neighborhood with young parents. Erica, was very happy about the Jill's pregnancy. Jill would give up the baby to a friend that couldn't have a child. Joy their other 8 year old daughter by only for months was no longer a virgin. Bill along with Erica`s help on the night of her 8 birthday popped her cherry while the Grandparents filmed the deflowering of their Granddaughter. Bill and Grandpa fucked Joy several times that night just so she could experience the feeling of a hard cock in her tiny cunt letting her enjoy and feel the massive loads of cum. After each fuck Erica would suck their cum from her tiny cunt and cum swap it with her daughter making her swallow their loads of cum. Telling Joy this is what the girls do for their father's and all the men in the neighborhood. The film was shown to other friends of theirs when they gather for their orgies. Joy of course was very happy about losing her cherry, saying she was a whore like her mom and sister. Erica was well known for her very perverted life style. She loved playing with her children sexually and teaching them sex. Even letting them play with cunt while they watch porn movies together. Erica of course loved fucking. Cock was always on her mine any type of cock including Peter their neighbors dogs. Erica enjoyed Peter's big black Lab's 10 inch cock. Erica not only fucked his dog but, suck its cock so many times she was also known as the the dog whore by the neighbors. Today it would be a little different. Nudity was very common on there street were they lived. Even sex being performed on the street or in some ones yard or porch was normal. This created a problem for Erica with Joy. Since Jill`s pregnancy Jill was receiving most of the attention from the neighbor's and this upset Joy. Joy was being left out of the neighborhood sex. Bill and Erica were also guilty of neglecting her and her sexual desires. Today as most days in the afternoon Erica and her girls would put on their makeup and oil there naked bodies then stroll through the neighborhood naked. Walking the streets naked was a big turn on for Erica. This neighborhood was on the far edge of town and no one even wanted to go their because what they heard. She was shapely and with ample size tits a nice round firm ass, enhanced with long legs that made men`s cock's stand erect. Men loved Erica especially her cunt. After giving birth to her three kids her inner cunt lips protruded and hung. When she spread her legs her cunt looked large and inviting hole. Erica referred to it her as her love hole. Bill said it was from all the dog cock and double penetration's she done. It was true. Erica love being double team or gang bang and welcomed all cock's taking three cocks at one was no challenge. Well that`s what made her the fucking whore she always wanted be and differently was a whore. Well, thanks to her own whorish mother and perverted father who taught her to be the whore she was. They were very proud of Erica and her family. Jill eight and a half months pregnant was always in demand. The pedophiles`s want Jill sucking their cock`s or just wanting to fondle her lactating tits. Jill loved the attention and when Mr. Jackson their neighbor would show his big long cock Jill was more then ready to bend over and let him fuck her asshole even at her near term of pregnancy. Erica always reminded her children this was why they lived in this neighborhood. Joy was looking out the front window. "Mom, Gina and Toni are out side in the front yard." Gina and Toni were Erica's Neighborhood transsexuals. They loved men as much as a women. Gina openly admitted she love Erica and wanted to fuck her every chance she could. Toni didn't care what Gina did as long as she could be involved for sex. Erica always ready for hard cock any time of the day and today was no different. Gina out in front stoking her 9 inch cock anticipating Erica's and the girl's afternoon walk. Joy knew that mom would be fucking Gina out in front and refused to go on there afternoon walk. Joy telling her mom she was going to protest her by not going. This upset Erica some but figured she could take care of Joy later. Erica and Jill left the house leaving Joy home. Jill went across the street to Mr.Jackson's house. He was lubed up and stroking his cock when she approached his porch. Jill bend over and Mr.Jackson horny and hard did his deed fucking and cumming in Jill`s asshole. Mrs.Jackson just as perverted as her husband couldn't leave little Jill with all that cum in her asshole. Mrs. Jackson just had to lick Jill's asshole clean, making sure Jill was very clean. Thanking Jill for her services they let her move on to the next neighbor. Erica now meeting Gina arms out extended holding each other kissing and hugging like long lost pals. The two walk down the street about a half a block holding hands and talking. Erica was very wet and wanting Gina's cock. Dropping to her knees and on the sidewalk began sucking Gina's hard cock. Moving over on the grass Erica laid down spread her legs and let Gina into her cunt . Gina fucked Erica on the grass as some neighbors watch. Actually cheering the performance. Gina now gave Erica that special look. Erica smiled knowing what Gina wanted as she laid on the grass. Gina took a position on her back as Erica move in a position over Gina and squatted down relieving her bladder in Gina`s mouth. Erica pissed in Gina`s mouth as she drank the warm liquid loving and savoring every drop. Erica finished her pissing and wipe her cunt with her hand stood up and licked her finger's and shared her piss soaked finger's with Gina. Erica now looked up the street towards her home. Erica could see Joy walking back and forth in front of the house. Erica walk back towards the house to see what Joy was doing, as she got closer she heard Joy. Talking to herself rather loud. "Fuck, mom won`t let me fuck. I can't have cock. Mom's a whore,Jill's a whore. No Joy can`t be a whore. Fuck I wish mom would let me fuck. I WANT TO BE A WHORE" Very loud Joy screamed. Erica heard all of Joy's comments and realized she had been ignoring Joy. Listening to Joy and her remarks remembering when she was 8 years old she already was fucking family members and her mom was showing her how to do a threesome with dad,brother and uncle. Erica quickly decided that the time was right. Joy needed the family love and she would take charge. Erica took Joy in the house and promised Joy she would be allowed to have sex and become a whore just like her mother and sister. Joy was more then thrilled to hear this good news. Erica made plans and invited all the neighbors over to their home the next night. Erica knew the neighbors would more then willing to have some hot sexual fun, an orgy was never refused. The next night all the neighbors came over for the party. Erica wanted Joy to be the center of attention that night and decided that Bill should fuck Joy first and let him be the one to fill her cunt with his cum first. Erica would follow by eating Joy's cum filled cunt. Jill would lick Joy's asshole and lube her asshole for annal fucking then turn her over to the neighbor's for their fun. That night when everyone was there Erica had Joy on the kitchen table with pillows and blankets for support making it nice and soft for Joy. After Bill and Erica along with Jill did their nasty sex in front of all the guest it was time for Joy's solo letting all the pedophiles have their way with Joy. One after another men would enter Joy's cunt and fuck her for several minutes shooting there cum not only in her cunt but on her body. Some of the pedophiles couldn't wait to fuck Joy they just jack off in her face. While Joy was being treated to all the men's cock Erica and Jill turn their attention to the young boy's that came along. Joy of course was the girl of the night. Erica left the room with a statement for the men. "Guys she wants to be fucked don't disappoint her. Make her a little slut whore like her mom." She loves hard cock." Knowing this comment would make Joy very pleased with her mom. Erica loved cock and seeing several boy's ages 8, 10 and 12 years old made Erica's cunt wet. Erica's cunt was dripping juices and wanting to fuck these young cock's she took three boy`s to her bedroom. Jill did the same taking several young boys to her room for her own sexual pleasure annal fucking in her room which she enjoyed very much. Erica knew what she wanted to do with the boy's she began sucking the 8 year's old cock while he laid on his back on the bed with two other boy's one on each side of her. Erica stroked there cock's making them hard. One at time when they were hard she allowed them to fuck any hole they wanted. To her surprise the 8 year old wanted Erica to drink his piss while she suck his cock. Erica told him to piss in her mouth as she sucked his cock. He did smiling as she swallowed his piss. The 10 year old wanted to try fucking Erica`s asshole. The 12 year old wanted her cunt and they way he asked made Erica laugh when he said. "Erica I love you and will you be a fucking whore for me tonight." "I want my dad to know I fucked you in your ass." "Will you tell him?" Erica smiled gave him a sweet kiss on his cock then laid on her back and allowed him into her cunt helping him find her cunt hole. With his thin hard cock he began fucking her just as if he was a pro. When the 12 year old finished fucking her cunt. She turn over telling the 10 year old it was his turn. Raising her asshole in the air the boy mounted her from behind. Erica found the boy was very hard and penetrated her asshole easy. Erica was pleased with the boy`s fucking just wishing he could have cum in her filling her hole with hot sperm. When the boy was done she laughed when he said. "Erica that was a good fuck. "Thank You." Erica fucked about 12 guys and did as many young boy`s that night. Bill fucked his daughter Jill in her ass because she was pregnant. Jill gave several men blow jobs and allowed them to shoot there man seed in her face or any placed they wanted to. Gina and Toni served drinks and let all the guys play with bodies even giving blow jobs to who ever wanted them. When the party was over and the guest left. Erica very proud of herself by fucking many subteen boy`s in one night. Really she loved fucking anyone and anything. Jill told her mom she too had a lot of sex, Erica smiled seeing Jill's face full of cum and now crusting on her face. Erica smiled at William saying we have a very perverted sexual family. William agreed. Joy also full of sperm dripping from her bright red cunt hole, with sperm hardening on her face and in her hair. Her small tits red from being malled by the pedophiles just smiled. "Mom that was great I think I fucked 13 men and sucked as many cocks the rest just came all over me". That was great. "I'm a whore right mom." "Oh yes Joy your a whore a very young one at that." Erica smiling as she confirmed her daughter's desire. The next day William`s parents brought Kenny home from his visitation with the grandparents. Joy anxious to tell Kenny all about last night`s party and how mom made her the star in the sex party. She told him how all the men had sex with her and she was now a whore just like mom. Kenny was upset that there was a sex party and he wasn't there to enjoy the activities. William notice what was going on and suggested he take Jill and Joy for some ice cream at the mall. Knowing very well Erica would handle the problem with Kenny. After William and the kids left for the mall Kenny showed he was very unhappy asked his mom if she still loved him. Erica very frustrated about the question took Kenny by the arm and sat down with him on the sofa. "Kenny I do love you very much". "Why would you even wonder about my love for you?" she asked. "Mom, You let my friends over here last night and Jill said you let them fuck you and I wasn't here to have fun with all the people." "You know I want to fuck you mom." Surprised but not shocked by his answer Erica stood up and disrobed telling Kenny to do the same. She took Kenny into his bedroom laying naked on the bed exposing her total naked body to her son. "Kenny come here and fuck mommy." "Come lets fuck." Erica sat the boy on her chest pulling him close so she could insert his cock in her mouth and began sucking his 4 inch cock very slowly. She wanted him to feel every hot motion of her tongue sucking his balls and cock letting him watch her head bob back and forth on his erect cock. She went from his cock moving his body till she had her tongue in his asshole licking and sucking him from his ass to his cock slowly moving her tongue up to his belly. When Kenny was very aroused she smiled and told him. "Kenny, mommy wants her precious man's cock in her cunt. Mommy wants to be fucked by her special man. Kenny smiled and moved himself between her legs. Erica's cunt was wet and ready she loved being fucked by her son and she wanted him to feel very special. "Honey you know mommy loves you so I`ll let you do whatever you want with me just tell me what you want, okay baby. " Kenny smiled and told Erica as he was fucking her. "Mommy you know I jacked off at Grandma's last night and I now have cum." "I shot cum from my cock and I want to give it to you mom." "I want to make you pregnant." Just as he told Erica about his sperm he shot a load of cum into her cunt forcing himself deep into her as possible. "Oh fuck Kenny cum deep in my cunt. Yes, fuck me and make me pregnant I`ll have your baby." Erica knew she couldn't get pregnant. Kenny didn't know that. Kenny stop fucking for a moment to catch his breathe. Then Erica laid him on his back and started sucking his cock again. "Kenny I`m making you hard again and I want you to fuck mommy again, maybe you can make me pregnant sweetheart." Erica stopped sucking his cock for a moment. Looking at Kenny. "Kenny maybe it would be better to fuck your sister Joy and get her pregnant." "Then mom can be a Grandmother." "I know Joy would love to get pregnant by you." Smiling and very happy Kenny replied "Okay mom, when can I knock her up?" Erica smiled. "Honey as soon as she is able to get pregnant." Thinking that Joy would give up the child. "Mom, can I still fuck you?" Erica replied. "Yes honey you an fuck me anytime." dropping back down sucking his cock once more. As Erica sucked that stiff shaft of Kenny's he asked "Mom?" "Yes honey, what do you want?" "I want to fuck your asshole this time mom. Grandpa said you like to getting fucked in your ass." "Yes, Kenny Grandpa is right, I love being fucked in my ass." Kenny would have to wait to fuck moms asshole. Just then the phone rang. The call was from Bill. While they were at the mall Jill went into labor. The paramedics responded. Jill was rushed to the medical center. Erica and Kenny rushed to the center wanting to make sure that Joy's needs were met. Jill delivered a very health boy. She of course gave it up. Forward: Four months later the huge two story house at the end of there block was purchased by some people. This was strange because no one ever wanted any thing to do with this area. Erica was the first to meet the new neighbors. She invited them over to their home a few days later. Erica very inquisitive about who they were and why they moved into the abandon house. Mary and John were the two new owners of the property. Erica invited them over for a afternoon lunch. The Afternoon lunch went into a long night of talking Erica and Bill were told they bought the property after doing some very intensive searching and watching the neighborhood secretly. They knew of the open sex and their perverted life styles. This was the type of neighborhood they wanted to live in and take part in. Mary and John had two daughters ages 9 and 10 that were staying with some other friends untill they could get the house repaired and settle in. John said that he loved fucking there two daughters and wanted to make the older one a breeder for the future of their family. When Mary found out Erica had a son that she was fucking Mary asked Erica if it was alright for her to have sex with him. She loved fucking young boys not only boys but anything with a cock. Mary and John were very deeply into incest porn and making movies. They shared their daughters with friends to make movies. Mary and John were looking to have a baby again so they could train her like they did there two daughters. Erica smiling thinking about an idea she had. She suggested something that Bill was totally in agreement with and made Mary and John quite happy. They agreed with Erica's idea. Erica would have her son Kenny get her pregnant and film most of the sex scenes. They knew Kenny would be overwhelmed and excited. Erica would give Mary and John the baby as a welcome to the neighborhood gift. They agreed. They planned a sex party for Mary and John for two weeks later. Erica would introduce the new couple to all the perverted neighbors over the next few weeks. Everyone accepted Mary and John in the neighborhood and even help them get the old house fixed up and painted. It was a long project and probably take about nine months to complete. As they worked on the house Erica was fucking her son Kenny anytime he wanted two. She wanted to get pregnant. Kenny was having a lot of sex with Erica. Even allowing Mary to fuck Kenny when John needed some porn photos to show his clients. Kenny really enjoyed fucking his mother and never missed a time reminding her she was his fucking whore. Bill was fucking his daughters Jill and Joy along with John. No one ever thought about Jill getting pregnant. She got pregnant again only this time no one knew where it was Bill's or John's. They didn't care and Jill was happy being pregnant right at the same time mom was. Mary came up with an idea that the neighborhood should have a huge sex party at their house when all the rehab of the house was completed. Erica and Mary wrote out a movie script for John so he could film it for his special friend overseas. The script was very perverted and could be edited later so they would invited everyone in the neighborhood to join in the filming. Erica would invite Toni and Gena to get involved. Filming Transsexual Toni fucking her husband Bill's asshole would be a great scene. Toni always wanted to fuck Bill. Erica's dad would have sex with Joy fucking her filling her asshole with cum. Grandma would cum in Joy's face clean Jill would clean her face off with her tongue. Erica asked Gina to help make the movie knowing she always wanted to be with Erica as much as she could thinking she would be able to have more sex with her. Gina was just as sick and perverted as Erica. Gina came up with an idea that was wild and so filthy even Erica was surprised. Erica knew some very perverted friends that she grew up with that lived in another town. She asked them to join in and they agreed knowing there would be plenty of cunts to fuck. John agreed to Erica's idea and would invite his and Mary's friends over at the last minute as a surprise party. Kenny got Erica pregnant and would have Mary's child in about nine months. The timing couldn't have been better. Joy would walk about the area getting fucked just about every day by someone in the neighborhood. Nothing change much in the next several months. The girls did there afternoon walks and the fucking and sucking and perverted sex still went on in there neighborhood. Joy now was nine years old and very active sexually fucking her father and all the men in the neighborhood including Jack's dog. Erica worked with Joy showing her how to take on Jack's big black Labrador. Sucking his big cock taking mouth fulls of cum even letting him fuck her asshole and being knotted. The first few times Joy was scared but, with Gina and Erica's help she soon became comfortable doing the dog's big cock. Gina from time to time with her big cock fucked Joy's asshole pleasuring herself and stretching Joy's asshole for dog dick. Gina of course loved fucking a nine year old asshole and with Erica's approval made it just that more exciting. Erica wanted nothing more then to make her daughter's proud of her while making her daughters the biggest sluts. Bill was always happy to see Erica and his daughter's doing there perverted sex and would help in any he could. Nine months later the house was done and it was party time. Mary invited the whole neighborhood to her house telling everyone she and Erica's kids were all available for sex and there would be plenty of filthy sex to enjoy. The night of the Party Erica gave all the kids a pill similar to Viagra that she got from the sleazy doctor in town that she knew. She took a pill also then broke one in half and took that with a shot of vodka. She wanted to stay horny at least three to four hours. She gave the kids a pill not realizing that milligram was very strong. Now they left for the party. Bill got everyone in car and drove down the street to Mary and John's house. Entering through the back door were Gina,Toni were waiting for them. The girls already were beginning to be aroused sexually from the pills. Erica peered from behind the kitchen door. She could see the front room was filled with some known pedophiles and perverted men and women from the neighborhood. All wanted to be here for perverted sex. The guests had been informed that Erica wanted to put on a sex show for all the people showing them how much she appreciated there help and for excepting Mary and John and helping in the remodeling of there new house It was now eight o'clock and time for her show. Checking to make sure her John had his prearrange camera men ready. They gave Erica the nod that they were. Erica disrobed and and step out onto the living room floor. Her big pregnant belly and swollen tits bounced as she walk out on the floor in high heels and big slut smile. Naked she yelled out. "Are you fuckers ready for some cunt." "Do you want to fuck?" A cheer went up and then they yelled "We want cunt.We want whores." Erica took control asking the them to quite down and that she wanted to introduce her family. Looking out at some of the men taking their clothes off some even stroking their cocks. "I"m Erica and 9 months pregnant by my 12 year old son, I love fucking him and I love to be fucked by all you horny men out there. I'm a fucking whore so fuck me tonight like the whore I am." Now motioning to Kenny to come forward. Standing naked next to his mother smiling like he just won a big prize of some sort. His cock was standing straight out and hard from the little blue pill Erica gave him. Kenny knew he was there for sex. Erica was so pleased with him when he agreed he would suck cock if he was asked to and let some gays fuck him it they wanted. Again Erica quited the crowd to introduce her daughter Jill. Jill walked out on the floor naked wearing only high heels. Her big belly well oiled and shinning in the bright lights stood next to her mom. "This is my oldest daughter Jill 9 months pregnant fucked by her father and John. Don't know who the father is and don't care. Pregnant with her second child in within a year." "I'm so fucking proud of my sweet whorish daughter, and I want you guys and girls to enjoy her body tonight." "Jill do have anything to say to the guests?" Erica asked. Jill looked at the people standing looking at her. "I'm so fucking horny, I want to fuck all you guys." She said. The guest went wild knowing they were going to get a lot of pleasure tonight having sex with her. Erica quited the guest again. " I would like to introduce you to my youngest daughter Joy." Joy now came walking out on the floor, she to was naked dressed in her little high heel shoes. "This is Joy my youngest, she has a very tight asshole and cunt." " Joy loves fucking and sucking cock." "I want you guys to make her very happy and fuck her like the little whore she is. Mostly because she wants to be like me." The crowd cheered more and applauded loudly. Toni and Gina the two transsexuals now walk out and stood next to Erica. Stroking their hard big cocks, looking around does any one want to get pissed on by a couple of fucking transsexual whores. A huge laughter went up and another round of applause. All the girls were now very sexually excited from the Viagra they had taken and step on to the floor were all the men and women were waiting to fulfill there perverted sexually desires. Erica extremely horny laid on a table sucking any mans cock that was given to her while others played and fucked her cunt. Erica didn't care about being pregnant she just wanted to fuck. Men turned her over on her fat belly fucking her asshole while men were pissing on her body. Others shoved cock after cock in her mouth and came filling her mouth full of cum. Erica swallowed every one man's hot seed begging for more. The hot perverted sex continued for hours with all the guests performing some type of perverted sex. Either with Erica or her kids or just anyone that was available. Erica had gotten off the table. She was still very horny and wanted more sex. The pill was still making her very sexual. She stop long enough to see Jill her pregnant daughter crawling on her hands and knees on top of the long dinning room table. A bottle of beer protruding from her asshole dragging her belly crossed the wet sloppy table as several men pissed on her face and ass. Jill laughing and trying to catch their hot piss as she crawled along the table. Kenny was in the corner bent over being fucked in his tight ass by an old man of maybe fifty while sucking on his Grandmother's cunt. Grandma's face was cover in cum will she sucked a man's cock. Erica just smiled in delight loving every perverted minute. Looking around the room for Joy and seeing her on a table being abused by several men. Erica watched as a man slid his cock down Joy's throat fucking her face. Two men spread the young girls legs as another stuff her cunt with a beer bottle while four others stood along side her pissing their fluids on Joy's face and body. Erica yelled out to her daughter Joy just as the man finished shooting his load of cum down her throat. "How you doing honey? Having fun my sweetheart." Erica waiting for an answer. Joy looked over at mom giving her the thumbs up sign. Then turn over to take another cock up her tight gaped red asshole. Erica wanted to finish the show with a big sexual bang she had planned. She was still on a sex high from her pills and wanted to do her final act. Calling for Gena to make the announcement that Erica wanted all the guest to see what kind of filthy fucking whore she was. Erica took the center of the floor with Joy,Kenny,Jill and Bill. The final perverted act was planned long ago. Erica was on hands and knees, next to her was Jill their pregnant belly's hanging on the piss soak hard floor. The to girls would be fucked in there asses by Jack's big black Labradors. While the girls would suck some men's cocks as the dogs unloaded their cum in the girls assholes. Bill would be next to Erica having Toni fuck his asshole while he suck Gina's cock. Joy would wait until the dogs were done fucking her mom and sister then move in and suck the cum from the girls assholes swallowing the warm fluid. When this was over they would thank all the guest for having participating in the filming. Thanking Mary and John for the use of there new home. John had it all on film along with his camera buddies. The show went very well excepted for one thing. Jill and Erica went in to labor about an hour later. Jill and Erica had their babies right there on the floor of Mary's front room. John filmed it all to every ones delight. The guest were even more thrill at the site of two naked whores given birth at the same time. The girls were taken to the community medical center for evaluation and treatment. Joy had over did her cock sucking and swallowed massive loads of cum. Making her sick for a few days. When asked about how she felt. Her reply was. "When can we do this again." Jill kept her baby it was a boy. Erica gave hers to Mary as promised. It was the girl Mary wanted to train for future family sex. Mary and John's two daughter's came home when the house was complete. They to service the neighborhood men fucking and sucking like the whores John and Mary wanted. Kenny is still fucking his mother and Mary. Toni and Gena are together having sex parties for the neighborhood. John loves to watch the two transsexuals suck each others cocks and film them. Its a lovely neighborhood as John said. To coin a phrase. "One for all and all for one." The end. comments: [email protected]

This is a fictional story, meant for adults only. If you're not into stories about older men having sexual relations with underage girls, don't read this. This is a multiple part series, and there's more to this story of dark depravity then meets the eye. Story codes, ped, oral, anal, sexual intercourse. A quote from Vladimir Nabokov, author of Lolita. Human life is but a series of footnotes, to a vast obscure unfinished masterpiece. Rhiannon, part 2 Chapter 6. Fond memories. It's now Sunday afternoon, Chester Mcalister is working in his basement photo lab, developing photos from last Fridays school picture day at Otter Creek middle school. He smiles thinking of taboo things he did Friday night with a twelve year old girl named Rhiannon Jones. The taste of her succulent young pussy is still on the tip of his tongue. The way she looked up at him with her bright blue eyes, as she sucked his cock for the first time keeps flashing through his mind. He chuckles remembering the surprised look on her face when he came in her mouth. Of all the pictures he took of pretty young girls at the school, his favorite photo's are of Rhiannon. He's made duplicates of her pictures for his own collection, he loves the way her blue eyes match the blue dress she wore. He pins these photos up alongside the almost nude bra and panty shots he took of her as she posed for him on the couch upstairs in his living room. His favorite one of all is the close up shot he took of her panty covered pussy's cameltoe. Beep.....beep! A text message alert on his cell phone startles him from his lust filled trance. Picking up his phone he speaks to himself in a cheerful whisper "Well alright, its my sweet young friend Rhiannon!" He hasn't spoken with her since he walked her home, and met with her mother Friday night. She's down in Devonport visiting her grandparent's, but she's due back in Otter creek tonight. Her text reads: Having fun with Grandma & Grandpa. Miss u. Wish u were here. Ps. don't worry I'm keeping our little secret to myself. He smiles seeing the last part of her text, relieved to see she's keeping what they did Friday night just between them. "Good girl," he says speaking to himself again, as he often does these days since his wife died just a little over six months ago. He quickly types a reply. Glade you're having fun, but I wish you were here with me. Please come see me when you get back. Like I said before my dear girl. I have so many things to teach you. He waits for a reply, but she never does. Fighting his obsession of the almost 5'ft tall auburn haired blue eye preteen, he lays his phone down and goes back to work. As he works he thinks of his old friend Frank Dicks. Frank's one of his oldest friends, they met years ago on a fashion shoot assignment in Russia, where he found they both have a taste for young girls. He knows Frank runs his own modeling agency in New York, thinking of this he remembers telling Rhiannon she has modeling potential. He takes a break and walks upstairs wanting to call his old friend. Earlier this morning he left a freshly rolled joint laying in an ashtray near his house phone, he lights it then dials Frank's phone number. The call rings through for a long time, he's about to hang-up until he hears a young Asian girls voice. "Hello, who is calling,' said the girl. Her accent brings back fond memories of many nights spent in Vietnamese and Taiwanese brothels back in the late seventies. Having spent so much time in post war Southeast Asia, he knows the girl is Vietnamese, and she's way too young to be one of Frank's fashion models, or a secretary. He speaks in charming tone. "Well hello sweetheart, my names Chester Mcalister. I'm calling to speak with Frank Dicks, is he home by any chance." She yells out. "Daddy. A man is on the phone. He say his name is Chester Mc..al..ister." She struggles with his last name. He hears Frank speak. "Give me the phone Maylee, and go put some cloths on baby....No, on second thought don't get dressed, come here and sit beside me on the bed." He heard what his friend said to the girl who sounds so young on the phone. Frank answers the phone joking comparing his name to the old Hustler magazine cartoon. "Well hello Chester Molester, oops...I mean Mcalister!" If anyone else addressed him by this name, he would've hung up, but it was Frank who gave him the nickname back in their younger days, back when they both worked as a freelance fashion photographers. Whenever they traveled to exotic locations with reputations for taboo pleasures, they often slipped out at night to sample any young female delicacies they could. Chester replies with these fond memories flashing through his mind. "You haven't lost your sense of humor have you Frank," he chuckles. "Yes this is the one and only Chester Mcalister, aka Molester." Frank laughs happy to hear from his old friend, of whom he's shared so many wonderful experiences with. They haven't spoken for a while. "How's it going Chester, are you still living in Iowa, or have you moved to a more exciting location?" "I'm still in boring old Otter Creek," said Chester. "I'd move to the Big Apple, but I don't think I could ever get used to the big city life...."Hey did I hear that young Asian girl call you daddy," he smirks. "Frank you old perverted playboy, did you go and get yourself hitched or something?" "Yes, I am kind'a hitched. Her name's Maylee, she's Vietnamese. I adopted her almost two years ago, she's twelve years old now. And being as you and I know each other so well I'll tell you, she's like my wife at least that is when we're in the privacy of our own home, if you get my drift." He said the last sounding proud of himself. Chester knows right away what he means by. If you get my drift. He laughs. "Frank...You old sly dog. You haven't changed a bit." "Ha! You're right I am a sly dog Chester, and you of all people should know I like the thrill of taboo things." He speaks of things he's done with Maylee. "She's so sweet and sexy for her age, you should come out and meet her sometime. I've already let some of my friends out here sample her fruits. Chester she's a good girl, she'll do anything you want....Hold on minute, I'll show you. Maylee, suck my cock while I talk to my old friend baby." He hears him moan to Maylee. "Oh...Yeah baby...That's just what daddy needs." Frank chuckles. "You're not into girls like Maylee anymore, are you Chester." With his cock being sucked, he suddenly remembers Chester's deceased wife. "Man...It's hard to believe, Jenna died six months ago. I'm so sorry, I didn't come to her funeral. She was a great lady Chester, you miss her don't you buddy." Hearing Frank's pleasured voice brings on fond memories of what he did with Rhiannon Friday night. Since that night he's almost forgotten about his late wife Jenna, now Rhiannon's the only girl on his mind. He clears his thoughts, getting back to why he called. "That's ok Frank...I remember, you were out of the country at the time. But anyway I'm calling to ask you for a favor." Frank moans his reply. "Ahhh...What kind of favor ahh, old buddy!" "I've met a pretty young girl out here in Otter Creek. I told her she has modeling potential, and to top things off I'm also teaching her some of the finer things in life, if you get my drift!" Frank "Ahhh...Good girl Maylee...Oh sorry Chester. Did I hear you say you met a young girl like my Maylee?" Frank sounded slightly out of breath, when he spoke. But now he's curious, just the same. "You heard me right old buddy...Her names Rhiannon, she's twelve years old. She has the face of an angel, with beautiful auburn hair and bright blues eyes!" Frank doesn't seem to be listening at the moment, he's lost in his girls taboo attention. "Ahh...Yes Maylee...You know what daddy likes, don't you baby." Frank comes back to the conversation, telling him. "Sorry Chester, but....ahh Maylee's very good at the art of falatio. Her mother began teaching when she was very young." Chester begs. "Frank please control yourself, my girls out of town. Stop teasing me like this Dammit." he's irritated, but aroused at the same time. Frank chuckles, hearing Chester's desperate plea. He replies out of breath. "I bet hearing this brings back good memories of the old day's, doesn't it....But anyway, I'd like to meet your young friend. What did you say her name is?" "Her names Rhiannon, just like the old song from the seventies." He hears Frank breathing hard and moaning. "Ahhh Yes baby...Suck me...Yeah make me cum!" Frank's heavy breathing turns to loud moans of pleasure as Maylee brings him to an intense orgasm. "Eat my cum. Ahhh...Oh yesss. Suck it...suck it." Frank fucks her mouth, Maylee swallows every drop of his seed, and licks his cock shaft clean. "Frank are you ok," said Chester, worried his old friend might've went into cardiac arrest during his orgasm. "Ha..ha..ha, Chester I'm more then alright. Good god I'm fantastic. I wish you were here watching my little Vietnamese vixen give me head, if she were six years older, I'd get her into the porn business. That's how good she is!" Frank speaks to Maylee, as if she's his servant. "Go make me a martini. Remember sweetheart, shaken not stirred." She replies gleefully. "Ok daddy, I make you good drink. You wait here, I bring it back to you." He hears the young girls bare feet run across the room, out of earshot. Now having Franks full attention, he gets back to business. "Maylee's a sweet girl," he said. "But anyway, as I was saying. I'd like you to meet Rhiannon...She's a pretty girl Frank. I took about a hundred shots of her last Friday. The girl looked stunning in my camera lens. It's only my opinion, but I think she can easily be a great child fashion model. And an even greater adult fashion model." "Alright Chester," said Frank, in a strictly business tone. "This Rhiannon kid sounds interesting I'd like to meet her, and I want you to meet Maylee too. I'm free next weekend, I'll book a flight and meet you next Friday in Iowa." he chuckles`. "Now tell me Chester, Is she still a virgin?" "Yes she is, I haven't taken her cherry as of yet. But I'm planning to." He laughs. "I haven't taken a young girls virginity in years, but I've learned she's a very curious girl Frank, and she's a fast learner. She let me eat her pussy, and...Oh man, she sucked my cock. It felt so damned good." During a long conversation he tells his old friend every dirty detail of what he and Rhiannon did Friday night, they also spoke for a long time discussing old times, photography and the fashion magazine industry. Frank told him, his modeling agencies doing very well, and he's not hurting for money. Before ending the call Chester agrees to pick Frank and his underage mistress up at the airport next Friday. Chapter 7: A Night To Remember It's nine pm, Rhiannon returned home around seven. When she came home her mother wanted to spend time with her, she and her mother watched TV for a while. Melissa; her mother fell asleep on the couch. Although in deep thought all night of what happened Friday, she's done well at keeping recent experiences to herself. During tonight's mother daughter bonding time, and all weekend long she's been thinking about every strange new erotic thing she did with Chester. Before she came home he sent her a text message asking her to come over, now she's hesitant to go see him. Hoping he's gone to bed by now she begins getting ready for bed herself. As she unbuttons her shirt her cell phone beeps, its a text from her new adult friend. Come see me" it said. She replies with trembling hands. I really wanna see you, but I cant. I have school in the morning. He replies. I have a gifts for you. She giggles, texting him back. What did you get me? It's a surprise. Please come see me. Curious, she types a quick reply. Ok I'll B over ASAP. She hurriedly stuffs pillows under her blankets, making it seem she's in bed just in case mother looks in on her. She steps in front of a full length wall mirror, checking the short black skirt she's wearing then slips into a white hello kitty sweatshirt. It's the middle of October in Iowa, and it's cold outside. Her mother's sleeping on the couch, in the living room. Not wanting to walk past her and wake her up, she opened her bedroom window then slid her barley five foot tall body out into the cold night air. Arriving at Chester's home, she finds herself struggling with multiple emotions. Her mind says, run back home stay away from this man. But the warm tingling sensation deep inside her virgin sex says, ring his doorbell let him know we're here. She's curious about the gifts he has for her, and the gifts aren't the only thing she's curious about. She remembers him saying. "I have so many things to teach you." This phrase evokes both fear and curiosity. She shrugs off her fears, deciding she wants to experience more of what they did Friday night, no matter how wrong it is. Her hand shakes reaching up to ring his doorbell, his door opened almost immediately. She stands smiling up at him, his warm friendly smile comforts her. He's dressed differently this time, wearing a Chicago Bears t-shirt and a pair of matching sweat pants. His kind voice greets her. "Well come inside, before you freeze to death out there." She steps in, speaking with sarcasm in her young voice. "You're right, it is cold outside. I cant believe you talked me into this!!" He wastes no time getting reacquainted. To her surprise, he lifts her in his arms holding her with his hands under her ass. "Kiss me baby girl," he said. Disregarding her fears, she obeys. She thinks it's going to be, just a quick affectionate kiss until feeling his tongue licking her lips. Remembering how French people kiss; as he told her Friday, she lets her tongue touch his. He carries her to his living room and sits down on his sofa, letting her slender legs straddle his lap like a stripper at a gentlemen's club. Breaking from the kiss, she speaks with a giggle in her voice. "I'm still trying to get used the way French people kiss." He chuckles. "Well lets practice a little more then." They kiss a little more, while kissing her he starts thrusting his almost bare cock against her crotch. Being dry humped excites her, she humps him back. After kissing for a good while they part from each others lips. "I sure did miss you sweetheart," he smiles looking into her eyes. "And the way you kissed me just now, means you really missed me too." She blushes, telling him. "I missed you, but?" she stops in thought. "But what ?" She looks him in the eyes. "The things we did Friday, made me feel weird," she pauses. "Don't get me wrong, I liked what you did to me...And I liked sucking your penis too, because it made you feel good," her voice trembles. "After you took me home, I felt kind of ashamed about what we did." "It's ok sweetheart, don't ever feel ashamed of what we do... You're just young and inexperienced, that's all. I think you've always wanted to do things we adults do, that's why you came over tonight isn't it?" Not speaking she smiles shaking her head yes, then leans over giving him a butterfly kiss, letting her lips lightly caress his lips. His cock grows fully erect as she does this childish kiss. She feels it pushing against her crotch, and feels her own wetness soaking the crotch piece of her panties. She dry humps him, grinding her wet excited cunt over the tented cock beneath. "I think your penis, is happy to see me too!!" "Oh yes honey, my cock has a mind of its own. You're just lucky I can control it, because if I didn't have control over it, it would rip right through my pants and ram right up into your tight little snatch." She smiles and giggles, grinding her panty covered cunt against his fully aroused manhood. "This feels good Chester. Is this what it feels like to have sex?" Her body trembles, small orgasms rush up her spine, sending warm tingling sensations over her entire body. "Is this what it feels like, if you put your cock inside me?" Hearing what she said, he thrust harder against her warm cunt. "It feels even better baby." Doing this he feels her body tense and shiver. Knowing it's time, he tells her. "Lets go to my bedroom, I bought some special toys for you this weekend." She comes to her senses. "What kind of toys, did you get me?" He laughs telling her. "I got you big girl toys!" He lifts her up, pressing his fingers against the panty covered folds of her pussy as he carries her . She moans. "Mmm .....I like how that feels." Entering his bedroom he tells her. "Your little pussy's so wet baby, these toys I bought for you are going to make it even wetter." He sits her down on his bed. "Let me undress you, it'll be more fun to play with your new toys with your cloths off." He pulls her sweatshirt off revealing a white button front shirt underneath. "You finish undressing, I'll get your gifts." As she undresses he opened a nearby closet door and took out three different packages of various sizes. They're all wrapped in colorful pink and blue birthday wrapping paper, now she's really curious. He turns findings she's taking a white training bra off, she smiles up at him. "Well, give me my gifts," she says playfully. "I snuck out of my bedroom window, just to see what you got for me." "Ok sweetheart, I know you're going to love'm. But first get your dress and panties off because like I've told you before, these are big girl toys." He sits on the bed watching his young mistress finish removing all of her cloths, even her socks and shoes. He hands her the first wrapped gift, smiling as she examines a long skinny object. Curious what it is, she rips the colorful wrapping paper off and exclaims "It looks like your penis, but its pink not white." She curiously examines her strange new gift. He laughs. "It's what big girls call a dildo, look it vibrates." He takes it from her and turns it on. "See here, you turn this red dial at the end then put it against your little cunny. I cant wait to fuck your little pussy with it." Giving it back to her, she seems a little intimidated maybe even frightened of the five inch long by one inch diameter pink cock shaped dildo, complete with soft rubbery looking veins. He gives her another gift, this one's slightly smaller. She asked confused. "Is this another dildo thingy too?" He chuckles. "It's kind of like the dildo thingy, just open it and see." She unwraps it and examines it just as she did the dildo, seeming a little less intimidated by the small devise. "What is it? I think I like it better then the dildo, its smaller." "Its called a pocket rocket, it works pretty much like the dildo." He hands her a third gift. "This gift is something very special to me, I almost hate to part with it." She takes the small gift, noticing sadness in his eyes. Curious she rips the wrapping paper from the tiny box shaped object, it turns out to be a small blue velvet jewelry box. Opening the box, there's a gold diamond pendent necklace inside. "Oh Chester it's so pretty!" She holds the eight inch long fourteen karat gold diamond pendant necklace up, letting it dangle in front of her face. Her blue eyes seem brighter then before as she looks it over with intense curiosity. He wipes a tears from his cheeks, before telling her about the gift. "It belonged to my wife Jenna, it was one of her favorite pieces of jewelry. Here sweetie let me help you put it on." He places it around her neck, then strokes his fingers over her exposed breast and nipples. She slid from the bed, wanting to see how it looks around her neck in his wife's old vanity mirror. "Oh Chester," she said smiling from ear to ear. "Its so beautiful, thank you so much. I promise I'll take really good care of it." As she stands looking in the mirror, he picks up the little blue pocket rocket then kneels on the floor behind her. Feeling his arms fold around her body, she accepts his warm embrace. He whispers in her ear. "I want you to feel how your new pocket rocket works, just stand right here with your legs spread and don't worry it won't hurt a bit." He turns it on then touches it between her legs. He speaks, telling her. "I want you to cum all over your knew toy for me, little girl." At first she thinks she's being shocked with electricity, as he touches the small vibrator against her sensitive young clit. Her voice trembles. "It feels kinda weird....But in a good way." Her body tenses as he presses the small sex toy against her clit, then pushes the small toy deeper inside her pussy. Her knees shake, she almost falls. He whispers in her ear. "Oh yeah baby, you like it don't you. Your little pussy's getting so wet." Its turning him on, almost as much as her. His cock grows rock hard, her juices drench his hand and fingers. She feels an intense orgasm rushing from her clit, her knees start shaking even more. He holds her up, not wanting to stop pleasuring her. His cock becomes even harder than before. He lifts her up with one hand under her bare pussy leaving the toy inside of her and lays her on the bed. Her body shakes from an intense orgasm, it's so intense her ears ring. "Get on your hands and knees for me, just like the pose you did for me last Friday on my couch in the living room." On weak knees she rolls over on her hands and knees as her new best friend requested. "What are you going to do?" she says in a small weak voice. He kneel down behind her on the floor, then places the pocket rocket against her sopping wet pussy. It tickles her, she starts giggling until another orgasm rushes over her body. He watches her thighs quiver and shake. "Mmmm....Chester, its feels sooo goood!!" her knees and legs quiver. He holds her right leg firmly, so she cant pull away and pushes the sex toy deeper in her virgin pussy, making sure to work it against her clit. He lowers his mouth and tongue to her upturned ass crack, while using the toy on her clit. Pushing his tongue into her asshole, licking and sucking her anus, occasionally working his tongue into her cunt from time to time. He keeps working the toy deeper into her dripping wet snatch. She makes cute little sounds of pleasure, and starts naturally humping the toy as he works it into her virgin cunt lips. "That's it baby get nasty for me...Fuck your little toy!!" Suddenly she feels her body spasm with multiple intense orgasm's, rushing over her body one after another. Her butt cheeks quiver and shake, her moans of pleasure are music to his ears. He keeps eating her asshole and pussy like a starving man, working her virgin clit and pussy over with the toy. Finally he lets her go, she collapses on the bed trying to catch her breath. Finally coming down she speaks in weak little voice. "Oh Chester, that felt so good. But I cant believe you licked my butt hole!!" "I'm not done yet !" he says in a perverted playful tone. "Ok baby, get back up on your hands knees again. I have a few more things to do with you." "What are you going to do now?" she replies curiously, while slowly moving back to her buns up position. He grins eyeing the sexy young preteen, admiring the view of her upturned ass. "Rhiannon Jones. You're the hottest little girl in Otter Creek!!" he says breathing her little girl feminine scent. He stands up, she turns her face back towards him and watches him take his sweatpants down revealing his rock hard cock, and giggles as it springs from its confines. He looks down at her grinning stroking his shaft, accusing her. "Look what you've done to me." She giggles. "How did I do that?" "Its because you're so damned sexy, that's how you did it." He gives her the pocket rocked, telling her. "I want you to put this in your pussy, just rub it into yourself. And while your doing that I'm going to give you a surprise from behind." She begins stroking herself with the vibrater. "You have another surprise for me?" she said, her voice trembling as the toy does its thing. "Yep, but you'll have to close your eyes. Don't open them until I say you can." When her eyes close, he picks up the pink rubber dildo then kneels down behind her upturned ass. First he licks and sucks her asshole, making sure to get her nice and wet with his own saliva and her girl cum. "Mmmm...that feels good." she coos while pushing her ass harder against his mouth and tongue. When she does this, he pushes the head of her new dildo into her tight little anus, she reacts just as he expects she would. "Hey...What...are you doing!!" He turns the vibrater on, it makes a deep toned humming sound as he gently pushes it deeper into her rectum. "You like that don't you baby?" he says pervertedly. "Umm...Yes...But it hurts a little," she didn't pull away. He kisses her pussy then asks. "Is it good pain or bad pain." She giggles nervously. "Its kind of a good pain." He begins gently twisting and thrusting the dildo, while at same time reaching between her legs helping her masturbate. He spits on her tight little butthole then pushes her dildo deeper. Her body tenses, she moans. "Chester...What are you doing!" He pulls the dildo out then stands up, knowing how wet she is because he's been fingering her. She's now ripe for vaginal deflowering. Holding her hip with his left hand, using his right he directs his erection to her virgin pussy. The soft flesh of her sex is warm and erotically inviting to him. "Are you ready for your surprise Rhiannon!!" Feeling the head of his cock pressing against her vulva, she looks back at him. Now completely aroused she doesn't stop him. Feeling his cock being pushed against her opening, she moans. "Yes....I'm...ready." Hearing her give permission, there's no turning back now. He forces the head of his cock just inside her vulva, she's tight but well lubricated. He keeps pushing in, watching in amazement as his erection slips in little by little, inch by inch. Just a short way in, he feels her delicate hymen trying an stop his invading cock. Rearing back, he gives a quick thrust forward. She screams out in a trembling voice. "Chester it hurts!" "Don't worry baby, it only hurts the first time. The pain will go away." She complains a little more. "It hurts, take it out." He calms her. "Just relax baby, the pain won't last." He pushes in deeper, now four inches out of seven are buried inside her tight little pussy. In reality, he hadn't planned on taking her virginity so soon, but he just couldn't resist the temptation. He hears her moan, not sure if her moans are pain or pleasure. "How does it feel now baby girl?" "It doesn't hurt so bad now, are you going to keep it in me?" "Yes honey, I'm going to finish what I started. Just relax and let me fuck you." He shoves in a little deeper noticing a trickle of blood seeping down the folds of her pink cunt lips. She grunts. "Are you going to put all of it inside me?" Thrusting inside her, he gasps. "Yes I am baby. You need to feel every inch of my cock inside of you, I know you want it!" He shoves another inch inside her. She grunts a little, but she's not protesting anymore. Its a gradual acceptance from her young mind, that it's gone this far and there's no stopping it now. The flesh of his cock feels warm, it stings a little but not as much as before. With six out of seven inches of his cock shoved inside her tight snatch, her young sex feels like a vice with soft jaws slowly crushing his cock, but the tightness is pure pleasure. He warns her. "I'm going to fuck you now, just relax, let it happen. Its going to be one of your most memorable experiences!" He pulls back until almost coming free then slowly thrust back in, he watches as his hardness disappears then reappears inside this beautiful young girls pussy. There's some blood, but nothing to unusual; after all, she is a virgin; at least she was before tonight. Like he told Frank Dick's on the phone. It's been a long time since I deflowered a virgin. His voice trembles. "Oh....little girl. Your cunt feels so good, your so hot inside." She doesn't speak, she just makes little grunting noises. He talks dirty to her. "You like it don't you baby...I'm going to fuck you harder now." His hips smack against her ass cheeks, she feels pubic hair brushing against her soft skin. She grunts. Ahh...ugh...ahh. He loves how she sounds, he feels successful in the first steps of her seduction. Now it's time to plant his seed, he begins fucking her harder. "Don't get me pregnant." she begs sounding breathless and weak. He grunts. "Don't worry I cant get you pregnant, I'm sterile." He ignores her pleas, knowing there's no way he can ever get this sweet young thing pregnant, he's been sterile for years. He fucks his sweet little mistress for twenty minutes more. Finally no longer able to hold back, he cums and cums hard. Moaning and grunting he thrusts harder and deeper. "Oh Baby daddy's coming, oh yes here it comes baby girl Ahhhh!! Rhiannon feels hot sperm drenching deep inside, she feels his cock meat flexing and throbbing. Her entire body feels flush, warm tingling sensations of pleasure wash over her. Her knees give out, his do too. They both fall to the bed, still inside of her he doesn't want to let go of his young mistress quite yet. Lying on his side in a spooning position, he continues thrusting. Mixes of pain and pleasure shoot through her well fucked little pussy, her pain turns to pleasure when he kisses her, his kiss takes her pain away. He stops fucking her, they lie together with his arms holding her tight. Now she feels safe and loved. She thinks to herself, without speaking. He loves me, that makes what we did right. Chapter 8: After The Thrill Is Gone They fell asleep as they embraced, both exhausted they slept for about an hour. Chester wakes up, he looks at Rhiannon she's still asleep. Looking over at his bedside clock, he whispers. "Oh shit its eleven thirty," he shakes Rhiannon's shoulder. "Wake up sweetheart." She wakes, not sure where she is speaking in a groggy voice. "Mom, is it time to go to school already. Just let me sleep a few more minutes." Chester chuckles before planting a kiss on the corner of her mouth. "Rhiannon baby, your not home. Wake up, your at my place." This makes her wake up quickly, she feels his sticky cum between her slender legs and panics. "Oh no I've got to go to school. Oh god I'm going to be late." She sits up, looking at her bare crotch her blue eyes open wide, noticing dried blood on her thighs and pussy lips. "I'm bleeding." He sits up and wraps his arm around her. "Your ok honey, its just a little blood from your broken hymen. Come with me to the bathroom, I'll run you a nice warm bubble bath, you can soak for a while. After you soak for a while, you'll feel like whole new girl." "But I'm going to be late for school Chester, moms going to freak-out when she finds out I'm not in my bedroom. I should go home, maybe she's not awake yet," "Its still Sunday night," he says reassuringly. "You're not going to be late for school." She rubs her eyes. "Its Sunday. I thought for sure it was Monday," she touches her bloody pussy lips. "Its not time for my period, why is there so much blood?" "Its not from your period honey, its because I took your virginity. Now come with me, I'll run us a nice warm bubble bath." Entering his bathroom, he has her sit on the toilet while he runs a bath, making sure to add plenty of his wife Jenna's favorite aroma therapy bubble bath soap. He turns finding her with her head in her hands weeping. He kneels before her wrapping his arms around her, gently caressing the soft bare skin of her back telling her in a soothing voice. "Its ok baby. What we did was so very special. Losing your virginity is nothing to cry about." She pushes him away. "Chester, I'm only twelve. I'm way too young to lose my virginity!" Hearing what she said he realizes, she's right. But what's done is done he thinks to himself. Looking into her eyes, he gives his opinion. "Why does it matter if you lose it at twelve or at eighteen...Sweetie, it's bound to happen sooner or later. The way you're so curious about sex, I think if it wouldn't have been me who did this. You would eventually meet some young kid, who doesn't know a damned thing about sex. He'd take your virginity then leave you all alone. But with me, that won't happen." "Now step in the tube and soak for a while, I'll go roll us a joint. A nice warm bath, and a few tokes of some good weed will help you feel better." Chapter 9: Relaxing In The Afterglow Bubble baths are one of Rhiannon's favorite things in life, left alone she leaned back and fell asleep waiting for her adult friend to return. She's not sure how long he was away, but the sweet smell of marijuana being blown into her face woke her up. "Ah that's good sweetheart, I see you're enjoying my wife's aroma therapy bubble bath. It is relaxing isn't it." She smiled up at him. "Oh yes I love how the bubbles smell." "Hey baby scoot up a little, I wanna sit in the tub behind you." She does what he says, once cozily sitting behind her he hands her the joint. "Here have a few tokes, it'll make you feel even better!" He wraps an arm around her midsection then pulls her back, letting her lean against him with her nude body between his legs. "There, now this is the best way to relax after having great sex!" he said in comfortable soothing tone. She hands the joint back to him, blowing smoke from her lungs she speaks sounding a little older than before. "Chester, are you a pedophile?" He coughs, once his throat clears he answers her question. "Well sweetheart, that's what the know it alls of our society call men like me. But I prefer to be called a little girl lover, not a pedophile. And by the way, I like big girls too." "Why do you like girls my age?" He gives her the joint, she puts it to her lips. Being stoned, he contemplates her question then gives his best answer. "You're the first person to ask me that. I'll some it up as youthful purity. Especially pretty girls like you, you've never been touched by anyone before me. I love your innocence, and your curiosity to explore new things." She hands the joint back then reaches under the water caressing her hand over his leg. "Chester...Am I the only virgin you've ever been with?" He thinks back to 1968, it was the year he seduced his ten year old stepsister Megan, he was fifteen at the time. He's always considered this the time of his own sexual awakening, and his first time with a young girl. "No you're not my first virgin. You're the first person I've ever told this to, the first virgin I was ever with was my stepsister Megan. She was ten, I was fifteen. Hell, that was way back in sixty-eight." Giggle. "You had sex with your stepsister. Oh Chester, you're such a perv!!" she looks back at him asking. "Were you in love with her?" "Yes I was in love with her, but it wasn't true love. We were what you kids these days call, friends with benefits. Our affair went on secretly for almost four years. It ended when I was eighteen. I went off to college, and Megan found herself a new boyfriend about a year later. She up and married the guy a few years later....She has kids of her own now, they live up in Minnesota. I usually see them around the holiday's, and sometimes in between" She keeps asking questions, it must be the pot making her so inquisitive. "If your stepsister was your first virgin, and I was your second. What about other young girls you've been with, were they virgins?" He laughs. "You're so full of good questions to tonight," he thinks about it for a moment. "I really haven't always been into little girls, my stepsister was an experimental relationship. After college I landed a job working for a well known news agency. In 1978 they sent me to a country called Vietnam. I'd been wanting to go there since my father was killed in the war, back in 67. So I went, thinking maybe it would help me come to grips with the loss of my dad. But the only thing I found there was more grief. I guess from that grief, I discovered my love for young girls. But they weren't virgins, they were child prostitutes." He gently squeezes one of her small breast getting her attention. "You know what a prostitute is, don't you?" She places her hand on his. "Yes, mom told me about them. Men pay money to have sex with them, but I never knew there were little girl prostitutes!" He hugged her thinking of things he's done in the past. "Yes Baby, in some Asian country's, and even some European country's there are places where men, and even a few women go to have sex with kids. These days governments of these country's, crack down on sex tourist who go looking for that kind of thing. But back in the seventies and early eighties, child prostitution was quite an attraction. I spent lots of time with different young Asian girls, later on my friend Frank Dicks and I found a few places in eastern Europe that cater to men with the taste for young girls like you." He lowers a hand to her crotch, she spreads for him seeming to be turned on by the stories of his perverted sexual exploits. She moans. "Mmm... That feels good. But you were married, did Jenna know about the girls you had sex with." He keeps fingering her, she begins thrusting her pussy against his probing fingers. "No I never told her about what I did. To tell you the truth, I married Jenna with thoughts of never being with another young girl again. And it worked, I loved Jenna so much that I never touched another young girl." His voice trembles with sadness. "After she died, I buried myself into my photography business. I guess it kept my mind out of the gutter, so to speak." He pushes his fingers deeper into her tight pussy. "But then I met you baby girl, and I just cant seem to get enough of you." He fingers her faster. "You like what I'm doing, don't you Rhiannon?" She opens her legs wider for him. "Yes...I like it, ahhh...I really like it." Placing his lips close to her ear, he whispers. "I want you to fuck me, right here in the bathtub. You made me hard again, I want you to turn around and sit on my cock. Fuck me Rhiannon!!!" As if under his spell, she quickly turns around facing him. She's so turned on by his stories, and the finger fucking he gave her. She suddenly finds herself needing to fuck this much older man. Clutching his hard cock in his hand, he shows it to her. The suds are starting to dissolve. "Come on baby girl, sit your tight little cunt on my cock. Fuck me." Looking into her eyes he spots something different about her, it's none other then youthful lust. She moves her cunt over his cock, he grasped her hips telling her. "That's it baby, put your legs outside my thighs. Then lower your beautiful cunny right down on my cock." She lowers herself down over his erection, grunting feeling the large mushroom shaped head of his cock enter her. The soapy water helps it slide in. He speaks in a deep almost perverted tone of voice. "Good girl, put it all the way inside your tight little pussy for me." She looks down at the amazing disappearing cock slipping deep inside her young body. "Look, I did it. Its going all the way in me!!" She smiles a cute sexy smile at him, her body begins shivering with delightful pleasure. He speaks peering into her eyes with lustful desire. "Now fuck me baby, your in charge now...Fuck me like a whore." Being told to fuck him like a whore sends warm tingling shivers of pleasure from her ears to her pussy. Before tonight, if someone would've told her this, she would've been completely shocked. But tonight as she fucks this fifty-eight year old mans cock, it makes her want to be just like one of those prostitutes he told her about. He leans back against the tub, placing both hands on her slender waist steadying her. She humps her young body up and down on his stiff member like a teenager in a barley legal porn movie. She doesn't speak, she just makes cute little grunting noises. He watches her eyes, noticing the way she keeps them partially closed. She smiles at him grunting out. "Am...I doing it...Right Chester?" "Oh yeah baby girl...You're doing it totally right...Yeah baby fuck me like a whore make me cum!! She begins riding him so hard and fast the bath water starts spilling over the side onto the floor. "Oh my god this...feeels so gooood!!" she moans. He pulls her close, he begins thrusting inside her. Now the bathwater begins churning like waves in the Atlantic ocean. Feeling his balls tighten, he moan out. "You're making me cum...ahhhh yesss...Oh fuck yes!" He cums dumping his last load of sterile sperm deep inside her inner walls. She feels hot sperm injecting deep inside, but keeps riding his pulsating cock until she's to warn out to fuck him any longer. It's over now Chester's spent cock throbs inside of the young preteen like a human heart. He feels her pussy throbbing in its final glory of an intense orgasm. Coming to his senses he breaks the silence. "Phew...That was really something baby, you really got into that!!" She looks into his eyes speaking flirtatiously. "So is that how those Vietnamese whores fuck Chester?" He laughs before replying. "Baby they never fucked me like that. You put theme all to shame." Its been years since he had sex with one the many young hookers he spent time with back in the old days. Since then, no girl with the exception of his wife Jenna ever fucked him the way she just did. He kisses her then pulls away, telling her. "You need to wash your pussy, its full of sperm again." She looks down at her crotch noticing fresh cum flowing dripping out. "Oooh yuk," she exclaims. Using a soft washcloth he cleans her up. "I better get you home, it's getting pretty late." They both dressed. Rhiannon used Jenna's old blow dryer on her wet hair, as she finishes drying her hair he tells her. "I'll walk you home. I don't think you should be walking home alone in the dark, some pervert might grab you or something." She chuckles and replies sarcastically. "Oh yeah. I need an old perv like you to protect me. I feel safer already." He grabs her by the waist, tickling her. "Yes but this old perv won't murder you. I'll just fuck you, now come on lets get you home." Chapter 10: The Walk Home It's a little passed one in the morning when they step out into the cold October night air, he's holding her hand. Now as they walk, she thinks about one of her worst fears. "Chester what does sterile mean?" "Why do you wanna know that?" "Because that's what you told me, when I asked you not to get me pregnant," she squeezes his hand. "Chester when I visited my grandparents I used grandmas computer to look my question up on the internet. The answer I got, said a girl my age can get pregnant. You told me you were sterile, what does that mean?" She pulls her hand away and stops walking. "Tell me what sterile means Chester!!" "It means my sperms no good. I couldn't get you pregnant if I tried. When I first married Jenna. I tried to get her pregnant. My doctor did a test on my sperm, he told me my sperm's sterile. That's why Jenna and I never had any kids." She flashes a relieved smile. "Good now I don't need to worry," she takes his hand they begin to walk she asks one more question. "Can we do it in the bathtub again, next time I come over. I really like bubble baths, and having sex in the tub makes bath time even more fun." He laughs. "Baby girl, we'll do it anywhere you want. As I've said before, I have so many things to teach you. Are you willing to learn sweetheart?" The answer she gives surprises and delights him. "Sure, I'm ready to learn. And maybe I'll teach you a few things while we're at it!" He looks at her face in the moonlight, she's smiling contently. Finally they arrive near the edge of her yard by the edge of a small tree line. He asks nervously. "How did you sneak out?" "I climbed through my bedroom window. Can you come with me to the back of my house. I'm not sure if I can climb back in, as easy I climbed out." The idea of getting caught by her mother, or maybe even one of his friends on the police force makes him a bit nervous. But he doesn't like the thought of her being stranded outside, in the cold. He whispers. "Ok I'll help you, but we needed to be quiet as church mice. We don't wanna wake your mom, or the neighbors." With that said they proceed to the rear her home, using shadows of the over hanging trees to conceal them from view, arriving at her bedroom window Rhiannon whispers. "Here's my window, help me open it." As he raises the window it makes a lite squeaking sound. Thoughts of how he'll explain to her mother why he's helping her little girl sneak back in run through his mind. His heartbeat quickens, his arm pits sweat. With a little help Rhiannon quickly pulls herself up and over the windowsill. Once inside she sticks her head out the open window whispering "Good night." He whispers back. "Can I have a goodnight kiss?" She smiles, shaking her head yes. The kiss warms his body, but he quickly pulls away hearing a noise from inside the house. "What was that?" he whispers. Rhiannon looks behind her. "I don't know. Just go, before you get caught." Not taking time to close her window, he runs back into the dark grove of trees at the edge of her yard. Inside Rhiannon quickly climbs into bed and covers herself with her blanket, still wearing her jacket blue jeans and shoes. Suddenly her bedroom door swings open, her mother must've heard a noise and came to investigate. Melissa sees her daughter lying in bed, thinking she's sleeping she steps inside. Inside she notices the curtains around the window blowing in the wind. Rhiannon lies with her eyes half shut, watching her mother walk to the window. Melissa closes the window whispering. "She left her window open. Doesn't she know, we live in a dangerous world." She walks towards the door, but stops near her daughters bed. Rhiannon pretends to sleep, making sure to close her eyes tight. Melissa leans down and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "I love you sweetheart," she whispers. After she leaves Rhiannon whispers back. "I love you to mom." Once alone she slips out of bed to undress, as she undresses she thinks of her situation. Her mind's torn between her love for her mother, and her friendship with Chester. When it comes to Chester, she's not sure if it's love she feels for him or just plain lust. Thought's of losing her virginity tonight bothers her, but she likes the things he's teaching her. Dropping her white cotton panties to the floor, she climbs back into bed. After pulling the covers back over her half naked body, she licks the tips of her fingers then begins fingering her once virgin cunny. Masturbating herself, she remembers what she did last Friday when she sucked Chester's cock. She begins sucking one fingertip of her free hand, adding to her fantasy she pretends the fingers stroking her pussy are Chester's cock. Her hips start bucking up and down pressing harder against her invading fingers. Coming down from her orgasm she whispers softly. "Teach me Chester....Teach me everything!!!" End of part 2. Please be patient with me, I'm editing parts 3 and 4. If all goes well I'll post them ASAP.

This is a complete work of adult fiction. If you're under the age of 18, do not read this. Story codes, young, m g 11, m g 12, oral, group. Chapter Eighteen: The Beginning Of A Long Hot Weekend Its Friday afternoon in Windy City Illinois, and it's a beautiful summer day. A warm breeze is blowing in from Lake Michigan as eleven year old Lyla walks Sam's black Cocker spaniel Blossom down the sidewalk near their home. Today's the day Darren Benson; also known by his Society website screen name Mr.B, and his adopted twelve year old daughter Maggie, also known by her screen name Cunt arrive for their first visit to Sam and Lyla's home. She's a bit anxious about meeting Mr.B and Maggie. She knows they're coming to have sex with her, she's new to the adult world of sex, and to the ways of The Society. It has only been a week since she met Sam at the park, then came to his home where he seduced her. And it's been a little over three days since she ran away from home to Sam's place, where she suddenly found herself being adopted by the girl-loving man, with the help of Darren Benson and his ties to the mysterious child lusting organization called The Society. Sam helped Lyla choose her outfit for the visit. Today she's wearing her curly brown shoulder length hair down. For clothing, she's wearing a yellow spaghetti strap midriff top over a short black velvet mini skirt; no panties underneath. This of course is Sam's idea. Now as she walks outside, she feels a warm summer breeze blowing against the bare flesh of her cunt, and she enjoys the tingling sensations on the sensitive lips of her preteen sex. Now on a daily basis, she craves the feeling of a sexual orgasm no matter how these feelings come to her. As she walks, she thinks of the way she rode Sam's cock this morning. And before that Sam had her squat over his face, she held onto the bed's headboard while he ate her cunt to her first orgasm of the day. After that she had at least two more earth shattering cums when Sam let her take control riding his cock as if she were an experienced grown woman. She's suddenly startled by a dog's loud barking, she looks out on the street seeing a blond haired Cocker spaniel poking its head out from the rear passenger window of a shiny gold Jaguar. The Cocker's long ears blow carelessly in the wind as the English luxury car slows then turns into Sam's driveway. Her heartbeat quickens when she realizes it's Mr.B and Maggie. They've finally arrived! She's never seen the actual face of the man in the driver's seat, although she has seen a balding gray haired man wearing a black masquerade mask concealing his true identity, while he and a young girl named Cunt do their sex shows and videos for The Society's website. Now from her viewpoint, she sees the man in the driver's seat. He's an older grandfatherly type with one thing he never conceals on the site, his balding head of completely white hair and dark brown eyes. To the old man's right, she sees a pretty young strawberry blond haired blue eyed girl. She's never seen Maggie's face either, she always wears a girlish pink masquerade mask trimmed in dazzling silver glitter. Maggie spots Lyla standing on the sidewalk. "Oh look Darren that must be Lyla!!" says Maggie. "Isn't she cute, and she's walking Blossom. That cute little pups driving my Pete mad, I better take him out he's going crazy back there." Maggie's dog is acting like a complete fool over the sight and smell of the black female Cocker spaniel. Blossom's acting crazy too, tugging at her leash pulling Lyla behind her wanting go see Pete just as much as he wants to see her. Darren removes his right hand from between Maggie's legs, as he's been fingering her cunt since they entered Sam and Lyla's middle class neighborhood. "Yes Maggie," he says, in a refined English voice. "Take the bloody mutt out, before he tears the back seat to shreds!!" Maggie quickly opened her door then ran around to the rear doors, the top buttons of her white lace blouse are undone. As she runs, the breeze blows her top open revealing a pink silk bra with black lace. She opened the door then began struggling with Pete trying to snap a leash on his black leather collar finally she completes her task. Pete jumped from the rear seat pulling a giggling Maggie with Mr. Benson following "Slow down Pete you horny old pup, you have all weekend to play with Blossom." Both dogs come nose to nose, happily sniffing each other in the usual way dogs do. Pete quickly worked his way to Blossom's ass, then began sniffing between Lyla's legs, then licking her sex. Lyla kneels down to pet Maggie's dog. "Hey, giggle. Now stop that little dog. You're not supposed to sniff my cunny, I'm a human not a dog." She's not wearing panties, Pete's cold nose gave her an exciting shocking surprise. "She's right Pete, I should be the one doing that!" jokes Maggie, kneeling beside Lyla and the dogs. Seeing her little joke shocked Lyla, she smiles seductively seeing the way Lyla's cheeks blush a bright shade of pink, and the way her hazel eyes open wide with curious fright. Maggie hugs Lyla telling her. "You shouldn't leave the house without your panties love, it drives animals like me and Pete wild." She gave Lyla a kiss on her blushing cheek. Lyla stood quickly, vainly realizing her bare cunt is completely exposed, when she stands up Daren extends a hand to her. "My names Darren Benson. I'm so very pleased to finally meet you Lyla." He hugs Maggie. "This pretty young lass here is my adopted daughter Maggie." He flashes a friendly smile, letting his dark eyes roam over Lyla's young body. "Is your new daddy about? Or has he left you alone to entertain us for the weekend?" He tries sounding as if he's joking, but she knows he's not by the Cheshire grin on his face: And truth be known, members of The Society do leave their girls with other Society members. They call these "get-togethers," or "play dates." If only the outside world knew what their kinky play dates consist of. The moral majority conservatives as Mr.B calls them, would surly drop dead from shock. Lyla stutters nervously. "Uh..um. No sir...Sam's inside, he's making dinner for us." As she speaks ,Sam came out of the house, smiling happily as he makes his way down a short flight of steps leading from a redwood deck to the stone sidewalk. His sudden appearance helps Lyla feel safe and secure. "Alright! Lyla, our guests have arrived," Sam extends a hand to Darren. "You must be the mysterious Mr.B. It's so good to finally meet you sir." "Yes it's nice to meet you as well Sam, but please. All my friends address me as Darren Benson," he glances back at Lyla. "She's such a pretty little girl, and it's so nice to see she's not wearing her knickers today," he jokes. "You're bringing her up well old chap." Sam notices Lyla's cheeks blushing red. "Yes sir, I'm very proud of my girl, but she's new at this. I think we're embarrassing her." Maggie lifts her skirt. "I've gone bare today too, it's too bloody hot for panties," she nudges Lyla with her elbow. "Isn't it love?!!" Lyla giggles eyeing Maggie's bare cunt, seeing just a hint of reddish blond pubic hair trimmed neatly in a small line just above her cleft. Darren scolds Maggie. "Put your dress down lass. We're in public! My god girl, I should tan your hide." Maggie giggles letting her short black and yellow plaid skirt fall back in place. Turning to Sam she hugs him smiling up at him, the slender young girl flirts without shame. "Well hello Sam...I'm sooo glad to finally meet you darling!!" She's flown all the way from their home on Long island, hoping Sam's healthy sperm will make her pregnant. The warmth of her adolescent body, the scent of her French perfume, it all merges together in Sam's senses causing his cock to grow hard inside his pants. Maggie's a very experienced young girl she feels his hard cock pressing against her body. "Mmm, giggle....I feel you're glad to meet me too. Aren't you love?!" Darren cuts in sounding a bit uncomfortable with Maggie's public flirtation, they're all standing in plain sight in front of Sam's suburban home. The Society's teachings are for all of its members to teach their adopted daughters to be sluts when they're behind closed doors, but to act like proper young ladies in public. Darren knows why his daughter's acting this way; she desperately wants Samuel Watson to get her pregnant at the young age of twelve. "Sam, I came a long way to see you," says Darren. "I think you and I should step inside and have a man to man chat. And while we get acquainted, Maggie and Lyla can take their dogs for a walk and get acquainted with each other too. Take Pete for a walk my dear girl," says Darren making himself clear. Maggie agrees showing disappointment. "Alright Darren, but I was hoping we'd go inside when we arrived. I'm looking forward to having a little four way fun with Sam and Lyla." Darren scolds her again. "Do as I say Maggie. Now get along girls, go get to know each other while Sam and I relax inside." Lyla speaks up, sounding like the child she is. "Come on Maggie, lets walk the dogs to the park down the street. I wanna show you the magic swings." Maggie smirks. "Magic swings! Why are the swings magic?" Lyla takes her by the hand, pulling her towards the sidewalk. "Come with me, I'll tell you why they're magic on the way there. It was just about a week ago when I met Sam at the park, he offered to push me on the swings. As he pushed me on the swing, I told him "I wish you were my daddy" Heck next thing I know, he adopted me...Isn't that cool Maggie?" She nudges Maggie's arm, sounding so childish to an experienced girl like Maggie. "That's why the swings at the park are magic. If you have a wish, just sit on the swing and make your wish out loud. It will surly come true." Maggie thinks of how she wants to get pregnant, and suddenly Lyla's childish ways quickly rub-off on her. "Ok Love," she says smiling from ear to ear. "I have a wish, let's go for a swing!!" Chapter Nineteen: Maggie Tells Her Story As they walk, Lyla asks Maggie a question, something she's been thinking of since Sam told her what he knows about Maggie and Mr. Benson. "Maggie, is it true Mr.B adopted you when you were eight, and he's been doing sex with you since then too?" Maggie snickers sarcastically before answering the question. "Yes, he did adopt me at eight but it wasn't Darren who taught me about sex." Lyla spots a faraway look in the young English girl's blue eyes, as she seems to be in deep thought. Now Lyla's completely curious about happened to Maggie. "Who was it Maggie...Who taught you about sex?" "He's a priest, his names John McLeary. When I was seven, me mum and dad died in an auto accident. I was in the wreck too, but the only injury I received was a bloody bump on the head. See this scar right here," she points to a small almost transparent scar on her forehead and scoffs. "My asshole relatives didn't want me, so I was placed in an orphanage, in a small village somewhere near London." She tells Lyla everything, even though she was so young when the taboo events at the all girl orphanage happened. Maggie will never forget Father McLeary, the tall ruggedly handsome fifty year old Irish priest, his head of curly black hair, his hypnotic green eyes. Most of all she'll never forget that sunny day in October, the day the good Father picked her to be his next student, to be trained in the ways of The Society. McLeary was placed at the orphanage by The Society, his job is to look for young girls who'll be easily educated. Once each girl is educated, they're adopted by members of The Society. He always looks for girls who have no immediate family on the outside. He has a knack for selecting girls who'll be easily sexually taught. He's good at teaching each one of his young sheep of the many ways to satisfy a man; or a woman if need be. And also that it's important to keep what he teaches them a secret. Especially after they're adopted by members of The Society. The day he saw young Maggie sitting alone on a bench near the playground, he knew she would be a perfect young girl for his flock of fledgling sluts. It's a beautiful day the suns shining upon the colorful autumn leaves as they slowly fall from trees all around the English orphanage. He sees Maggie sitting on a bench near the playground, she's hunched over laying her face in her hands crying while the other girls laugh and play. He left Maggie's eight year old roommate Cindy waiting for them to return, in a secret basement chamber located underneath a small cottage where he lives during his off hours. Maggie doesn't see the kindly priest step next to her then sit down on the bench beside her. She lurches when he speaks softly placing a hand on her back. "There, there my child. Now why are ya sitting her balling your eyes out, when ya could be out there play'n with the other girls lass." He gave Maggie his handkerchief, she blew her nose then spoke. "Because I don't like it here. I want me mummy and daddy back." She sniffles then wipes her tear filled eyes. McLeary suddenly picks her up from the bench, cradling her bum under one arm hugging her body to his with the other. "Come over to my cottage Maggie, your roommate Cindy's wait'n for us. She told me, you're a very sad little girl, and you've been keeping her awake with all your crying since you arrived here last week," he kissed her cheek. "Come with me child. Cindy and I know just what ya need to feel all better." Maggie felt safe in the Father's arms as he carried her across the playground, passing several nuns and a fellow priest, walking past the school then behind the church to his rectory. No one questions Father McLeary: He's the head priest of the orphanage, they respect him. But if they only knew Maggie's fate, along with a growing slew of other girls before her. What would they think of Father McLeary then? They came to his mid size nineteenth century rectory. It's a quant looking stone cottage, its windows are all stained glass done in colorful works of Christian scenery. Maggie lay her head on his shoulder feeling safe and loved as he opened the door to his cottage then stepped inside. Once inside, he slid a small lever across the top of his door at eye level, the lever operates a do not disturb sign on the other side of the door. She remembers what he said to her as he carried her through his home, gently massaging her back with one hand while feeling her firm little bum with the other. "Cindy's wait'n for us down in a very secret room. It's so secret, you have to promise me you'll never tell a soul about this place Maggie girl." He kissed her cheek then looked into her deep blue eyes, speaking firmly telling her something that's frightened so many Christians since the religion began two-thousand years ago. "If ya do ever tell anyone about my secret place Maggie, your soul will go straight to hell when ya die. Now promise me Maggie, that you'll never tell a soul about this secret place!" He sees fear in her eyes, it's the same fear he's seen in so many young girls eyes when he tells them their soul might burn for eternity in hell. She quickly shook her head saying. "I won't tell....I promise I won't Father McLeary." He kissed her lips, letting his lips linger enjoying the taste of a young girl in a way, a celibate priest should never do. They're standing in a small office and there's a bookcase built into the wall. McLeary lay his hand over one of his favorite books: It's Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. He pulls the old book out then reaches behind it flipping a switch. Maggie will never forget her amazement of seeing the bookcase open automatically. "Wow Father, its bloody magic!!" she exclaimed. "It's the power of God my child, not magic." he said, telling a white lie. As he slips Nabokov's Lolita back in its place, Maggie hears sounds of moaning, giggling and gagging mixed with the sound of jazz music coming from below: It sounds like a movie, but she's not sure. "Come now child, Cindy's waiting for us. Let's not keep our young friend waiting any longer." He carries her down a long spiral staircase; the walls are lined with thick stones. The entire scene now reminds Maggie of an old medieval dungeon whenever she thinks back on it. After a long descent they come to a large room. It's been decorated with wood paneling covering the stone walls, a crystal chandelier lights the room. The room is Fathers McLeary's version of an American man cave. There's a king size bed to the left of the room. Cindy, a cute little eight year old girl with long silky brown hair and big brown eyes is laying on the bed completely nude, leaning back against a row of fluffy pillows. She's masturbating with a six inch vibrating dildo, while intently watching a porn movie playing out on the screen of a 42 inch flat screen television. She remembers McLeary scolding Cindy. "Cindy!, I told ya to wait for me an Maggie." Cindy stops dildoing herself, her young body tenses then eases once her orgasm passes. Her voice trembles. "Sorry Father, but you know `Sweet Young Whores' is my favorite movie. Don't ya remember, it's the one we were watching when you took my virginity the first time I came down here." Cindy grins at Maggie. "Hi Mag, what do ya think of Father McLeary's secret place, it's bloody awesome isn't it. And check this movie out, it's about these two American sisters, they're hookers. Father McLeary says that means, they get paid to have sex with men. It's one of me and Father McLeary's faves of all time." Maggie is speechless. Her blue eyes grow wide watching a scene unfold from the hardcore porn movie. Two young girls, both at least 10 or 11, their American girl features of long flowing auburn hair and blue eyes show their true beauty. One of the girls is laying face down over the armrest of a couch, smiling seductively at the camera. There's a grown man behind her thrusting his cock deep and hard into her pussy. Maggie always remembers the smacking sound his hips made each time he thrust inside the girl. The camera moves to another girl, she looks like the older girl; but slightly younger. She's squatting over a mans cock, stuffing as much of his stiff member inside her snug little cunt as she possibly can. Maggie's attention to the movie is broken when she feels Father McLeary's fingers caressing her undeveloped breast. She looks down seeing him slowly unbuttoning her white Catholic school girl blouse. He's been undoing her blouse for the past few minutes, but the weird scene on the TV screen took all of her attention away. "Come here Cindy, help me undress Maggie," says McLeary. Cindy quickly jumps from the bed, her long brown hair flew back like a cape in the wind. Maggie stands still, not complaining as McLeary removes her blouse and Cindy unzips her knee length scotch plaid school girl dress from her waist. Within seconds they strip her completely nude. Maggie's young, she's never been told about men like Father John McLeary, or girls like Cindy Anderson. Next thing she remembers is how she never struggled or complained when McLeary tells her sit her cunt over Cindy's face as the girl lay on her back on the bed. He tells the older girl to eat her pussy while he undresses. This was Maggie's first, but not her last lesbian encounter she's had since then. She can't forget the way Cindy's lips, mouth, and tongue felt on her developing sex. Or the way McLeary's mouth, tongue and fingertips felt when he began licking and fingering her virgin asshole. Within a few steamy taboo moments Maggie experienced her first orgasm at the sweet young age of seven. "Ahh Yes Maggie girl. Your little asshole taste divine, you are a true child of god sweetheart," says McLeary in between licks. "You're right Cindy darlin, Maggie's going to be a perfect little Society girl." Maggie's young body trembles and shakes, not from fear, but from the pleasure of having her young friend Cindy eating her pussy while McLeary licks her asshole. McLeary's cock is rock hard, he needs relief. And being all alone in a nice quiet place like the secret room with two very sweet young girls. A man like Father McLeary can't help but take advantage of the situation. He stands up gently stroking his erection watching Cindy devour Maggie's cunt like a starving child. "Girls, I want you both sucking my cock. After all, you're here to learn the proper ways to satisfy a man. Now lasses, class is in session. Wrap your lips around my cock girls...Satisfy me and I'll give ya whatever your young minds desire." Next thing Maggie remembers about that day down in the secret room, is the taste of the Fathers cockflesh, and his cum. Even the taste of Cindy's saliva as the older girl passed the hard cock to her mouth then ran her young lips down his shaft to his balls. She's sitting next to Cindy on the big bed, helping her satisfy John McLeary. Both girls giggle childishly as they lick and suck the older man's cock. Right then and there, Cindy taught Maggie everything McLeary likes, and any man she'll meet in the future as well. "Here Maggie, suck his balls," says Cindy giggling childishly at the word "balls" Maggie does as her friend tells her, without question. His balls look huge in her small mouth. She sucks one then the other, savoring the salty taste of his sweat. She remembers the way his voice trembled when he gave them one final order. "Ok girls, tilt your heads back. Open your mouths wide, pretend you're little birds wait'n for momma bird to feed ya." They both tilt their heads back with mouths wide open, watching McLeary jack off. Cindy warned Maggie. "Close your eyes, so ya don't get his white stuff in them." It was too late when he came. The first load shot in Maggie's mouth, another eruption spewed over the bridge of her slender nose. Some of the gooey substance dripped in her eye; it stung a bit, she complained. Her new best friend came to her rescue, kissing and licking every drop from her face. Maggie never forgot what Father McLeary told her that day. "Maggie. You're a true Society girl. It won't be to long before a new daddy comes to take you home." And he was right. It wasn't too long after her eighth birthday. When a tall mysterious somewhat handsome billionaire named Darren Benson adopted her. Back to present-day. Lyla notices a far away stare in Maggie's pretty blue eyes as she finished telling her story. "Maggie aren't you afraid you'll go to hell now....You said he told you it will happen, if you ever tell anyone about that secret room." Maggie laughs sarcastically. "No Lyla. I learned later on, he tells every girl he takes to the secret room the same thing. Huh! Over the years I've learned, hell's not a real place, it's most likely just something adults made up to scare people into following their version of right and wrong." Maggie became serious, looking into Lyla's hazel brown eyes. "Lyla, you're a Society girl just like me. Soon you'll learn the truth, not this fictional rubbish the moral majority's been filling your head with since you started school." She reaches out, touching Lyla's hand. "Stick with me Love, I'll help you learn the truth, giggle. The truth will set you free." Lyla's not sure what Maggie means, but she likes the bright young English girl. Although the girl's only twelve, it seems all of the knowledge she's gained over the years makes her seem more like twenty-one. Lyla swung back on her swing childishly letting her legs kick out propelling her swing higher with every kick. "Make a wish. Remember, these are the magic swings," she says giggling. "Okay Love, I'll make a wish. Just don't get your knickers in a wad, when ya hear what I'm wishing for." Maggie kicks her swing backwards making it go higher with every kick of her long slender legs, then yells her wish out loud. "I wish for Samuel Watson to get me pregnant!!" Everyone on the playground hears what she said, nearby parents and their children turn their attention towards the young English girl shouting her wish to the world. Maggie blushes giggling nervously, noticing everyone looking her way. "Just kidding every one....Ha, I'm only twelve. Why the hell would I want a baby?" Suddenly their time alone chatting girl talk is interrupted, when Maggie's cell phone beeps telling her a text message came across, Maggie read the text. "Its Darren. He says it's time for dinner," she jumps from her swing. "Come on Lyla, lets hurry back. He says after dinner, they're having us for dessert. Ha, I just love being dessert, don't you Lyla?" Lyla suddenly feels a bit worried about what Maggie wished for, she calls for Blossom and the little black Cocker spaniel comes running from a wooded lot near the playground. Maggie's dog Pete came running from the woods with his snout dangerously close to Blossom's rear happily sniffing the female dog's sex. "Oh my god!" says Lyla. "Now Blossom's going to get pregnant too!!" Chapter Twenty: Dessert Is Served, Hot Sweet, Young And Sticky. After Lyla and Maggie finished dinner, Sam and Darren coaxed them both into wearing something sexy for the evening. After a little while, they both came into the living room wearing skimpy see-through nighties. Maggie tied her long strawberry blond hair into double pony tails. One on each side of her head, she tied each tail into place with pink ribbons. The ponytails make her look slightly younger. She's wearing a short red teddy, complete with matching see-through thong panties. Maggie's developing the curves of a young teen. But to Sam, Lyla looks just as sexy in the short pink with black lace teddy she's wearing. Underneath the teddy she's wearing pink silk bikini panties. They both do a little modeling, walking past each man shaking their asses seductively, smiling flirtatiously as they walk by. Maggie has done these little shows for Darren and his friends before. She coached Lyla just a little before they entered the room. Lyla does well following Maggie's lead, doing some of what the older girl does, along with some of her own moves. After the seductive modeling show, Sam makes drinks. Darren ordered a double Scotch and soda. Maggie surprises Sam, ordering a Rum and Coke with a slice of Lime. "Is it alright if I make her a drink Darren?" asks Sam, sounding more like a concerned adult, then a man looking forward to screwing the girl's brains out once everyone's ready to play. "Why yes Sam. I always allow my young wife to drink, during our social visits." Lyla's serving drinks, she almost spills Darren's drink on him, hearing what he said. "Oops sorry sir," she says. "but did you say, Maggie's your wife!?" She's completely startled, this is one thing Maggie never talked about when she told her story at the park. Maggie holds her hand out showing Lyla a sparkling five carat diamond set into a fourteen carat gold ring. "Wow!!" Lyla exclaims. "Its beautiful. But you're only twelve, you can't really get married....Can you?" "Not officially, darling," says Darren. "Our marriage isn't recognized in the eyes of the moral majority's laws. But it is recognized in the eyes of The Society we belong to." "Father McLeary married us three months ago," says Maggie, happily showing off her ring. "Yes," Darren proudly replies. "The good Father, takes care of The Society's religious formalities." Hearing this, Sam made himself a double Scotch on the rocks, and he made Lyla a Rum and Coke with a slice of lime. He made her drink with a half shot of Rum knowing she doesn't have much body fat, the drink should hit her pretty fast, hopefully causing her to lose her inhibitions and let herself go tonight without getting too high. He's looking forward to sharing his newly adopted daughter with Mr.B and Maggie, but he's not sure how well she'll take being handed off to Darren. And he's a bit nervous himself. Earlier today, while the girls were at the park Darren, informed him, Maggie wants him to impregnate her, and that's why he's taken such an interest in him. He also informed Sam he did an extensive background check on him. Right down to the fact, his sperm is completely healthy and capable of impregnating his very young wife. Darren also brought along what's left of Maggie's birth control pills telling Sam Lyla can get pregnant even at her young age. And being as she's still growing, it's best if he keeps his young lover on birth control until she's ready to experience pregnancy. He also made Sam a deal, if he agrees to impregnate Maggie, he'll make him a full fledged member of The Society. Darren also told him of the coming annual Society meeting is being held as usual, in an undisclosed location. Of course, the so called meeting is really nothing more than an all weekend long orgy. Where each parent offers up their adopted children to other members of The Society. He told Sam, the orgies are by invitation only and he's offering him a personal invitation to go. Of course, Sam gladly excepted his invitation. Sam's so turned on by the thought of personally attending one of these decadent taboo events, his cock is growing hard beneath his gray sweatpants in anticipation of the coming orgy, and especially tonight's foursome. Now, as he carries his and Lyla's drinks to the living room, he sees Darren offer Maggie a seat on his lap. Lyla's sitting on the couch by herself. Sam took a seat next to her. "Lyla baby, come sit on my lap," says Sam. "I made you a Rum and Coke, just like Maggie's, but before you sit on my lap let me take those sexy panties of yours off." Lyla blushes stepping between his legs facing him, he caresses his hands over each slender hip slowly lifting the short skirt of her pink nightie. His fingertips slip under the black lace waistbands of her pink silk bikinis slipping them down slowly exposing her bare ass, he notices both Darren and Maggie watching intently. Darren sees the sexual mind control he has over Lyla and smiles showing his approval. Before she met Sam, Lyla would most likely never let a man have his way with her in the way he does. But since the first day he seduced her she's been under his spell, she can't seem to resist doing any of the odd things he asks her to do. Feelings of degradation turn to pleasure. His fingertips caress her thighs, warm tingling sensations cause small orgasms to rush through her young body, her cunt lips feel wet. Finally he lets her panties drop to the floor, his little teasing show for the guests is over. "Now climb on my lap baby, turn around facing Darren and Maggie," he says. She quickly climbs on his lap giggling nervously. Once she's turned around with her legs agape, she sees where Daren and Maggie's eyes are looking. She tries closing her legs, but Sam puts his hand between her inner thighs. "No keep them open my love. Here. Have your drink. Sip it slowly, I know it's most likely the first Rum and Coke you've ever tried but drink it, and it will help you relax." She sips her drink. "Mmm. This tastes good...Can I have another after this?" "Let's just see how you handle the first one. I want you to relax, but I don't want you completely drunk. Because tonight's going to be a very special night for you." Sam began gently stroking her bare pussy, he kisses the corner of her mouth. "Look over at our guests. They love watching me play with your little pussy." Lyla sees where their eyes are looking, their voyeurism mixed with Sam's touch cause small orgasms, her body tenses, she moans. She takes another sip of her drink, the warm alcohol is taking affect she opens wider. "Giggle" She smiles at the guests, sipping more of her drink. The tips of his finger push between her vulva stroking her sensitive clit. Sam knows where her G-spot is. Her body tenses as she moans. "Mmm.....That feels good," she says, showing she's ready for more. Darren began doing the same to Maggie, pushing the crotch of her panties to the side. Watching Sam finger Lyla made Maggie wet, he feels the slick dew of her girl cum. His index finger slides in easily. Maggie's body responds feeling an orgasm flowing from her clit. Electric impulses tingle up her spine. "Mmm, yeah Baby," she moans. "You know what Cunt likes, don't you!!" Maggie's voice quivers, she's no longer Maggie Benson, she's her alter ego, Cunt. It's a word her adopted father called her so many years ago, now when she's sexually aroused she often refers to herself using this degrading name. Hearing his young wife degrade herself, he shoves his finger deeper within her sopping wet pussy. Darren's cock grows hard. Maggie has been eyeing Lyla's pussy, as if it's a sweet dessert just waiting to be eaten. She slips from Darren's lap, he raises his fingers to his lips tasting her dew. He watches his preteen wife drop to her knees, then lower her face between Lyla's spread legs. Lyla has her eyes closed, laying her head against Sam's shoulder. When she feels Maggie's lips and tongue sucking and licking her sensitive clit her eyes open wide she lifts her head. "Maggieeee, giggle...What are you doing?" "I'm eating your pussy Love," she kisses her pussy. "Now just relax, let Cunt do her magic on your sweet pussy," she kisses and licks her again. "Mmm! and I do mean sweet pussy, it's definitely a 10 on my sweet pussy scale." Sam spreads Lyla open for Maggie, he's completely turned on seeing Maggie use her experienced mouth on his young lover's sex. Maybe it's the fact Lyla's a bit drunk, but she's enjoying Maggie's lesbian loving as well. Darren stands and begins undressing. Earlier today, he slipped into a pair of blue jogging pants and a light blue polo shirt, it doesn't take him long to undress. Darren smiles at Sam. "You better get naked lad, I hate being the only naked man in the room." Sam lays Lyla on the couch beside him, Maggie tells her to lay back on two throw pillows then went back to work, sucking, licking and vigorously fingering young Lyla's pussy. Sam yanks off his Chicago bears t-shirt then quickly steps out of his matching sweatpants. Before long, he stands nude gently stroking his stiff cock, watching Maggie eat Lyla's pussy. Darren kneels down behind Maggie. "Let me help you out off your knickers darling," he says. "we cant have any fun with them on now, can we Cunt!" Maggie lifts her face from Lyla's pussy, Darren kisses her passionately tasting the new Society girl's juices from his lover's lips. "She tastes good on you, my Love." Once her panties are removed, she starts to go back to work on Lyla's hairless cunt. Daren whispers in her ear. "Let me have a go with the lass, go take care of Sam!!" Of course that's what Maggie wants to hear, she quickly moves away walking on bare knees to where Sam stands stroking his cock. Lyla had her eyes closed until she feels a man's rough beard stubble against her inner thighs, she looks down seeing Darren looking at her. All she sees of his face, is his forehead, dark eyes and part of his nose. "It's my turn child. Now don't worry, I have no intention of hurting you," says Darren. His voice is soothing, she doesn't fight him. The Rum and Coke she drank did help her relax, now she's losing her inhibitions. He began sucking her clit, she laughs childishly pushing her cunt against his tongue. Her eyes meet Sam's, he winks at her, she smiles back. Her gaze drops to Maggie, she's busily sucking his cock, Lyla fights urges of jealously. Sam notices her mood seems to have changed. "Don't worry sweetheart. Maggie and Mr. B are our friends. This is how they play when they visit friends. Just lay back and enjoy the party and remember, I love you Lyla." She grins at him. "I love you too," she says warming his heart. As she spoke Darren tongued her G-spot, she moans, her eyes flutter, she thrust her cunt into the older man's mouth. Seeing her cum made Sam cum just a little in Maggie's mouth, she took his cock from her lips. "Hey now Love. I hope that's not all you have, I don't want your cum in me mouth. I want it in my pussy!!" Sam laughs, loving the sound of her English accent. "Ok then," he says. "I guess it's time for us to fuck, you can't get pregnant if you swallow it now can you sweetheart," He sits on his tan leather sofa, holding his cock upright joking. "Go ahead Maggie sit on it, take the ride of your life!!" Maggie quickly takes charge, he watches the experienced young girl take hold of his cock. She quickly lowers her tight cunt over his cock, within less than a second, it quickly disappeared inside. She smiles flirtatiously, "He..he..ha I love riding cocks. Especially big ones like yours Sam." She began steadily lifting her slender body up and down, shoving his cock deep, then raising her body up until his cock almost falls out. Riding him in a perfect steady pace, her youthful aggressiveness takes Sam by surprise, all he can do is sit back and enjoy the experienced preteen's body. He looks into her bright blue eyes, she smiles looking back at him. He watches her long pony tails move with each thrust of her body. His eyes travel to her breasts, seeing two perfectly formed firm round orbs. He reaches up exploring each breast, playfully foundling each dime size lightly tanned areola. Gently pinching and twisting her erect little nipples. His eyes gaze down seeing a small line of reddish blond pubic hair. Her body's forming perfectly into a young teenager. Her mid sections starting to show the hourglass curves of a young woman. He thinks to himself. Maggie you're a pretty girl now, but you're going to be a beautiful woman someday. Darren stops licking Lyla's pussy. He's experienced with girls her age, he knows her tight little pussy should be lubricated well enough for intercourse. He kisses her lips, her eyes open, she kisses him back. She likes her own flavor, but she's not used to kissing strangers. She smiles nervously then turns her lips away from Darren's. He whispers seductively. "I want to make love to you Lyla," he kisses her earlobe. "Do you know what making love is?" Her voice trembles. "Yes...It's like the same as fucking..I think?" He kisses her cheek. "That's right lass. Now lets fuck then, if that's the word you like to use." He sits on the leather sofa, next to where his young wife is steadily riding Sam's stiff cock like a professional porn star: Truth be told, Maggie has done a few porn movies in her days. Darren looks back at Lyla, she's slowly moving her body towards his, he jokes with her. "Come on lass, lets show Maggie how its done." Lyla doesn't speak as she slowly climbs over his lap. Once she's in place he helps guide his fat cock toward the wet little opening between her legs. "Lower yourself down slowly love," he says. "I know you know how to fuck. Because I watched you fuck Sam live on the internet the other day. I watched it all Lyla, you took almost every centimeter of his cock up your little pussy. My cock's not as long as his I know it will fit girl, now slip it inside your cunt." Lyla relaxes her vaginal muscles, just the way Sam taught her. It's difficult at first, suddenly she feels the tip of his fat cock parting her small pussy lips. "Ugh uh ugh." She grunted lightly. "Good girl!!" says Darren. "Look at it Lyla. It's going right in. I knew you could do it....Now fuck me sweet girl!" Now she's going to show Maggie how to fuck. She's always been a competitive girl. And she's a bit jealous. For the past week, Sam's been treating her like a princes. Having sex with her and only her, then catering to her every need just like a newlywed husband. Now he's giving his attention to Maggie. "Yes look Mr.B. It does fit!!" she exclaims. "Now Lets fuck." Sam looks at her, smiling proudly. "That'a girl Lyla, now ride the man like you mean it girl." She began humping Darren, shoving his cock deep then raising her body till his cock almost falls out. "Ugh,uh,ugh," she grunts. Darren lay his hands on her hips, helping a little, enjoying the feeling of her soft white flesh. She's tight. He likes the warm feeling of her vaginal walls as they glide along his cock shaft. He looks her over admiring her curly brown hair, her pert nose. He loves the almost golden color of her hazel brown eyes, he adores the shape of her mouth. Since he met her a few hours ago, he's noticed she always seems to have a smile on her naturally pink lips. He plays with her developing breasts, they're nice small round buds, made complete with small pinkish tan areolas and long pert nipples. He tweaks her nipples gently. She likes having her nipples played with, an orgasm rolls down her spine, she moans. "You like that, don't you sweetheart," he says. She silently nods her head, picking up the pace as she rides his fat cock. Maggie leans over giving her a kiss on the cheek, and tells her. "You're a natural Society girl Lyla, you're making my husband very happy." Lyla heard what she said, and humps Darren harder. Sam feels cum churning in his nuts, he's trying to hold back, but watching Lyla give herself to Darren is such a turn on. He finds himself looking forward to sharing her with the Benson's all weekend, this thought causes him to lose control, he warns Maggie. "I'm cumming!!" He begins thrusting into Maggie's tight wet cunt, she hears him grunt his warning. The thought of his fertile semen flooding her ovaries causes her to cum too. "Yes cum in meee Sam, cum in meee. Make a baby in meee!!" She rides him hard, milking every drop of cum from his throbbing cock. Her body trembles as she cums. She's fucked numerous grown men during her strange young life, but she hasn't cum like this in a long time, she can't hold her body upright any longer as she lays her head on Sam's shoulder, panting like a dog on a hot summer day. Seeing Maggie fucking Sam like a wild animal, causes Darren to cum as well. He began thrusting harder inside Lyla. His thick cock grinds against her G-spot, causing her to cum too. Daren grunts in Lyla's ear. "I'm cumming...Ahh yes!" She doesn't speak, she's quiet when she cums. Her body collapses over Darren's sweaty chest. She lay there panting making little grunting noises. Now the only sound in the living room is heavy breathing from each man, and light panting from each young girl. Maggie breaks the silence. "Whew! Sam...That was the bloody ride of my life." She sounds winded, as if she just ran a marathon. She looks over seeing Lyla staring at her. It's that thousand mile stare she's seen in so many new Society girls over the years. It's feelings of shame and pleasure all wrapped up inside the young girl; and maybe just a hint of jealously. She knows these feelings, she's had them herself. She also knows, a Society girl should never succumb to feelings of shame, or jealousy. She lifts her body from Sam's spent cock then helps Lyla remove her spent body from Darren. "Lay down on the sofa beside Darren. We need to clean each other's pussies." Lyla does as the older girl says. Maggie climbs over her with her head towards Lyla's cum soaked crotch. She tells Lyla before lowering her face between her legs. "I'm going to suck my man's cum from your sweet pussy. While I'm doing that, you suck your man's cum from mine." Lyla feels Maggie tongue licking deep inside her well used pussy, she looks into Maggie's wet pussy, seeing Sam's cum leaking out, she's never licked a pussy before, but she feels what Maggie's doing and follows her lead. Licking Maggie, she tastes the familiar flavor of Sam's cum mixed with the sweet musky taste of Maggie's girl cum. Sam stands up looking down on the girl on girl lesbian encounter. He likes what he sees, Lyla's not being squeamish as she sucks and licks his cum from Maggie's vagina. "I think we all need a drink," said Sam. "I agree old boy," said Darren. "Please make mine a double Scotch on the rocks. Make the girls each a Rum and Coke," he jokes. "They'll need it to wash the taste of our cum from their mouths." After each girl had another drink, they fell asleep. Maggie's laying her head upon Darren's lap. Lyla's sitting between Sam and Darren on the couch, she's leaning her head on Sam's shoulder. Darren's a little drunk after finishing his third double Scotch on the rocks. Sam's pretty buzzed as well. Darren runs his fingers over Lyla's soft curly brown hair, admiring her childish beauty. "Let me sleep with Lyla tonight," he says. "You can sleep with Maggie, unless you think Lyla might make a fuss when she wakes up next to me." "I think she'll be ok with it," says Sam. "Let's take our girls to bed, I'm pretty beat. Our little foursome with the girls, and one too many Scotches have me worn out." With that said, Darren lifts Lyla into his arms. After her last Rum and Coke along with her first sexual foursome she's so worn out, she never stirs as he lifts her up. Sam picks Maggie up, she's a bit heavier than Lyla. The fact she's slightly drunk and worn out doesn't make it any easier, she moans softly but never wakes up. "Good night my friend." says Darren, as he carries Lyla down the hall to his bedroom. "Yeah, goodnight buddy." says Sam, cradling his young bed partner in his arms. Chapter Twenty-One: The Morning After It's now Saturday morning and Lyla is waking up with a bright beam of sunlight shining in her eyes, through the open slats of Venetian blinds placed over the window. Her head aches from too much alcohol, her well used cunny is a bit sore too. She doesn't remember Sam carrying her to bed last night and she feels the need to pee. She sits up half asleep, letting her legs drape over the edge of the bed. Before climbing out of bed, she looks around realizing she's not in Sam's bedroom where she's been sleeping since she moved in a few days ago. She's in a small bedroom down the hall from Sam's room. She has to pee really bad, she knows there's another bathroom just outside this bedroom. Standing from the bed she notices her panties are missing, she laughs to herself remembering Sam took them off last night out in the living room. Looking back at the bed she's completely startled to realize she hasn't been sleeping with Sam. Darren Benson seems to be sound asleep, he's completely nude his white hairs tussled out of place. She almost loses control of her full bladder and she feels a little urine leaking from the lips of her cunny. Not wanting to pee on the floor she quickly runs down the hall to the guest bathroom. Not worrying about closing the door she sits down quickly and lets her golden urine flow. Suddenly Darren steps in, he's covering his cock with one hand. "Good morning Lyla," he says cheerfully. "I need to piss too, being as your sitting on the only loo near the bedroom it appears we'll have to share. Now just spread your pretty legs, that way I can piss too." Not knowing what else to do she spreads her legs without speaking. Suddenly she watches a golden stream of urine flowing from the old man's cock. He guides his stream so it flows over her cleft, his urine mixes with her urine. The warm piss running over her vagina causes orgasmic tingling sensations to rush over her young body. When they both stop pissing Darren speaks kindly, but firmly. "Being as your pretty mouth is so close to my cock, please suck it. I have to say Lyla, I'm a bit put out that Maggie sucked Sam's cock last night, but you didn't suck mine." Once again she can't resist an adults orders; it's in her nature to please. She timidly takes his half erect cock, using one hand to guide it to her mouth, while using the other to massage his wrinkled scrotum. "Ahh yes, that'a girl Lyla. Suck it just like that!!" He's completely pleased with the way she submits to him. "Spread those pretty legs, let me see your pretty pink cunt lips." She keeps sucking him spreading her legs at his request. His cock swells in her mouth, at first it was almost limp, now it's fully erect. From Darren's view, his cock looks huge in her small mouth. Although she's slightly humiliated by Darren's sudden need for oral stimulation, the humiliation turns her on. She feels small orgasms tingling between her legs, along her pussy lips. Darren's piss drips from her cunt enhancing her pleasure. She works her hand and mouth steadily back and forth, stroking his hard cock shaft. The older man begins to moan. He grunts " Suck it Lyla...Suck it...Make me cum." She's done this with Sam enough to know what's about to happen when a man says: Make me cum. She began pumping her lips vigorously back and forth stroking his cock flesh with her lips and hand, while letting her left hand play with his balls. He grunts, his knees shake, and she tastes his cum as it erupts flowing down her throat. As she swallows, her golden hazel brown eyes look up at him for his approval. "Ahh yes Lyla, you really know how to wake a man up properly...Now let's shower together, I'm a bit worn out gfrom last night's playtime." "Ok," she says. "But don't have sex with me, my cunts a little sore this morning. And I have a headache." Sam wakes up feeling a young girl's mouth sucking and licking his cock. He's still half asleep, he's a bit hung over as well. He lifts his head expecting to see Lyla doing something she's never done before, when he sees Maggie's strawberry blond hair instead of Lyla's curly brown hair. He remembers carrying Maggie to bed last night. From the corner of her blue eyes she sees him looking at her, she takes his cock from her mouth. "Good morning Love...Did you sleep well?" she asks speaking nonchalantly. She goes back to work on his cock. His head hurts from too much Scotch, her melodic English accent is pleasing to his ears. "Yes honey, I did sleep well," he says feeling small orgasms caused by her good morning blow job. "Did you sleep well Maggie? I see you woke up hungry." "Why yes Love I did sleep well...But no Sam, I'm not hungry." She stops sucking him, he watches her move her slender shapely body over his hard cock. "I'm so fucking randy," she says. "Now let's fuck." He has to think of what randy means. His aching head remembers, randy to the English means horny to us Yanks. He realizes too, she wants more of his baby making sperm, and he's more than willing to give it to her. "Well I guess we better fuck then," he says. "Because a girl can't get pregnant unless she has sex, right sweetheart?" Maggie lowers her pretty pink cunt over Sam's cock, grunting lightly as his cock slips inside. He folds his arms behind his head, leaning on them so he can watch the pretty young girl ride his cock. He feels as if he's suddenly died and gone to heaven, thinking all he has to do to become a full fledged Society member is to have sex with Maggie until she's pregnant. She's an attractive young girl that makes the job even better. Darren Benson told him yesterday, he has business to attend to back in England. He's leaving Sunday afternoon, and he's leaving Maggie with him and Lyla until he comes back next month. When he comes back, the plan is he'll fly them all to the undisclosed location, where The Society holds their annual orgy. As Sam thinks of the Orgy, Maggie slapped his hip. "Hey what did you do that for?" he yelps. "Pay attention to me Sam, I've been watching you staring up at the bloody ceiling. Now come on fuck me." "Okay baby, you want my attention," he rolls her body under his. "Then you'll get my attention, now let's fuck," he says playfully. He begins thrusting hard into Maggie's tight cunt, she responds thrusting her pussy back at him with each of his thrust. "Yes...Oh Yes. Now that's more like it Samuel Watson." she says joyfully. "Alright Mrs. Benson, I'm so glad I'm doing it just the way you like it." Sounds of his hips smacking against Maggie's thighs, and sounds of his manly grunting and her girlish moaning echo through the room. Once again Sam feels an orgasm flowing from his groin, he keeps his pace going enjoying the feeling. Maggie's cumming too, the inner walls of her cunt tingle with an earth shattering orgasm. Maggie grunts out passionately. "Yes...Fuck meee Sam." Sam feels cum erupting deep within Maggie's body drenching her ovaries once more, he keeps thrusting. Finally he can't go on any longer, he lay his head over her shoulder. They're both startled by the sound of Lyla's voice, sounding a bit angry. "Hey you two, get up. I made coffee, and Darren's making breakfast. He told me to come and get you. "Huh" she scowls. "That is "IF" you're done fucking." Sam looks up noticing Lyla's angry jealous face. He's never dealt with a jealous child before, he hopes she won't remain angry at him the rest of the day. "Sure Honey, we'll be out soon," he says. "Did you sleep well baby? You seem to have woke up on the wrong side of the bed or something." He said the last wishing to take it back. Lyla scoffs "I didn't sleep with you Sam, No I didn't sleep well," she huffs "But don't worry, I'll get over it." That being said, she quickly leaves them alone. Sam rolls away from Maggie, she tells him reassuringly. "Don't worry Sam. I'll have a talk with her, it sounds like she thinks I'm stealing you away from her." Sam sits on the edge of the bed, his mind reels with worry. "I love her Maggie. I know she's young, she's not used to our unusual sexual habits. I just hope, you and I can teach her to accept the ways of The Society." Maggie sits beside him hugging him reassuringly. "I'll be here for a month love, don't worry. I'll help her understand the ways of The Society." End of part 4

In part 4, Chester and Rhiannon join Frank and Maylee in New York City, where Rhiannon experiences her first time as a young teen fashion model, and her first time with someone other than Chester. This is a work of adult fiction, if you're under 18 don't read this. If you're not into stories about older men having sexual relations with young girls, don't read this. But on the other hand, if you're an open minded adult please read on. Story codes, ped, group, anal, oral. A quote from Vladimir Nabokov, author of Lolita. Let all life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowed greeting the gladiator. Don't stop to think, don't interrupt the scream, exhale, release life's rapture. Rhiannon, part 4 Chapter 15: New York City It's been a little over seven months since Chester met Rhiannon, she turned thirteen in May. Back in October Frank used his gentlemanly power of persuasion to talk Melissa, her mother into letting him and Chester bring her only daughter to New York City in June. Now after a long day of modeling photo shoots in Central park they've arrived back at Frank and Maylee's tenth floor high-rise condo, located somewhere in Manhattan. Rhiannon's looks have changed over the past few months, her hair has been styled to an elegant shag cut, with blond highlights. Today she's wearing light tan eye shadow with black eyeliner, this makes the blue in her eyes stand out a little brighter for the camera. With makeup on, she looks much older than thirteen. Today she's wearing a brand-new blue and white silk designer dress, the dress is the last outfit she wore for the last part of a long hard day of modeling. Before leaving the park, she begged Frank to let her keep it. Now the expensive dress belongs to her, but what she doesn't know is. Expensive freebies like this often come with a price. The price being; tonight she'll be sleeping with the boss, and this doesn't mean Chester, it means she'll be bedding down with Frank. Chester pulls his worn-out young lover to him from behind, gently fondling her braless breast. He likes how the silk fabric of her dress feels as he gently caresses her nipples under the dress. He speaks softly into her ear. "You look totally worn-out sweetheart. Why don't you go take a shower, while I see what Frank and Maylee have in mind for dinner tonight." Rhiannon places her soft hand over his, she likes his touch. Her breast have grown, and as they develop they've become more sensitive to touch. "Can I take a bath," she says. "Maylee gave me some new bath oil, I'm really looking forward to soaking in it." "Why sure honey, maybe I'll join you in a while." She smiles. "You better join me baby. You know, I like leaning on your fat belly when I bathe!" He kisses her on the lips, he's been dying to do this all day, and Frank's spacious condo is the best place to do so, without anyone's prying eyes noticing an old man like him kissing a girl her age. She pulls away, turns and fondles his crotch. "Come in with me Chester," she says playfully. "I'll wash this for you." This of course makes him change his mind about dinner, even though he is famished. He takes her hand, telling her in a hurried voice. "Lets go baby girl, guess I'll be eating you for dinner." He takes her hand, but she leads him to their room. Maylee and Frank watch them disappear. "They look like a married couple," says Maylee, enjoying Frank's lustful embrace. "Yeah," said Frank. "Looks like old Chester's in love. The trouble with that is, he has to bring Rhiannon back to mommy by Monday. I think my old friends biting off more than he can chew, don't you?" Maylee looks worried. "I hope they don't get in trouble daddy. Rhiannon is my friend, I don't want her to get hurt." Frank kisses her. "Lets go take a shower baby. I'm throwing a party tonight, lets get cleaned up before our guest arrive." Maylee smiles, she likes parties, especially Frank's adult parties. "Will Julia and Alisa be at the party daddy. I want them to meet Rhiannon!" Frank smiles at the thought of his perverted girl loving friends, meeting Chester's luscious young girlfriend. "Oh yes my dear, all of our friends will be here tonight." Later as Rhiannon and Chester dry off after their bath in their bedroom, they hear sounds of numerous voices echoing from Frank's living room. "Sounds like a party out there," said Rhiannon, bending down to retrieve panties from her suitcase. Maylee knocks then enters, her eyes look strait at Rhiannon. Since they've met back in October, they've had a few lesbian encounters. But Rhiannon is still getting used to the way her pretty Asian girlfriend looks at her, especially when she's naked. Maylee speaks in an excited voice. "Hurry Rhiannon, get dressed. Daddy is throwing a party for you and Chester." Maylee directs her eyes to Chester, looking his body over from head to toe then back to his cock. "You get dressed too," she cracks a mischievous smile. "Things get wild at daddies parties. I know you will have fun!" She looks at Rhiannon's plain looking white cotton panties, telling her. "You no wear panties, I like you better without panties. My friends Julia, Alisa, Anita, and her little sister Nina. They like you better without panties too." Rhiannon's not sure what her cute young Asian friend's talking about. "Maylee why shouldn't I wear panties?" Maylee wraps her arms around Rhiannon, whispering in her ear. "It is surprise, you no worry my friends will take care of you!" She gives Rhiannon time to slip into a terrycloth robe, then takes her by the hand, talking quickly as they walk away. "Come with me, I'll find you something nice to wear. I make you look pretty for my friends!" Chester spots a curious, or maybe a worried look in Rhiannon's eyes as Maylee pulls the from the room. He has a good idea Frank's party, will be wild just as Maylee said, he hopes Rhiannon's young body will be able to withstand all of the adult attention she'll soon be getting. Frank knocks then steps inside. "Gees Frank, you and Maylee never give people time to say come in before you enter," said Chester, covering himself. "Oh sorry buddy I guess your getting shy in your old age, but anyway I've invited some of my friends over tonight. I'm throwing you and Rhiannon a little dinner party before the weekends over." "And I guess Rhiannon's the main course," said Chester. Frank laughs. "Yes your right I do want your girl all the way this time, and in return you can enjoy Maylee for dessert. Come on old buddy, I know you wanna sample her fruits all the way this time around." "Your girl Maylee told Rhiannon, she wants her looking pretty for her friends. She pulled her out of here like the building was on fire. Before she did that she told me. You throw wild parties." Chester smiles before adding. "What kind of party is this?" Frank smiles, pulling a freshly rolled joint from his shirt pocket. "Here smoke this with me, and I'll tell you." He lit the joint, took drag then handed it to Chester. As he takes a drag Frank explains. "These friends of mine have a taste for young girls, just like we do Chester." Chester's nerves suddenly feel on edge, he took a large toke of weed then held it in. The thought of sharing Rhiannon with others is a turn on, but at what cost will it be to their relationship. "I don't know about this Frank, Rhiannon's an adventurous girl. But on the other hand, she's just a simple Midwestern country girl. I don't know if she's up to orgy status yet." Frank blows smoke from his lungs. "Don't worry, she's not the only party favor. My friends Jimmy and Alex brought some sweet young Porte Rican girls along with them. Just wear your robe to the party, it'll make it easier for you when the fun starts." He speaks of old times, and Chester's old personality. "You've been out of the game for a while Chester, but I haven't forgotten the adventures you and I had so many years ago. "Ha" You were a wild man back then. And now since we've gotten back together, I've noticed you seem to really enjoy sharing your girl with me. I've been around your sweet little girl, long enough to know. Under that cute little country girl faade lies an adventurous girl waiting to experience everything." He turns and walks away, saying. "Hurry up, get dressed. I want you to meet my friends, I think you'll like them." Chester slips his robe on thinking of what Frank said, it must be the strong weed inducing its numbing affect on his brain. Thoughts of Rhiannon being the highlight of tonight's party cause his cock to twitch with excitement. Chapter 16: The Party The party of course isn't the usual boring New York dinner party one might expect. The guest consist of two men, a women, her teenage girl friend, and two preteen girls. Two of Frank's New York friends are introduced simply as Jimmy and his younger brother Alex. Jimmy is a tall slender somewhat good looking Italian American from Brooklyn, he looks to be in his mid forties. His younger brother Alex is in his early forties or late thirties. The brothers are quite possibly affiliated with the mafia, but Chester decides it's best not to ask about what they do for a living. Jimmy and Alex brought two very cute, but young Puerto Rican girls with them. During dinner Chester spoke with the girls, he found out they're sisters. Anita is the oldest she's ten, her little sisters is Nina, he found out she just she's nine. It turns out their father pimps them out to Jimmy and Alex for a debt he owes them. Also on the guest list is Frank's bisexual lady friend and business partner Julia. Chester figures her to be in her mid fifties, she's a tall slender attractive woman. She wears her curly red hair boyishly short, her eyes are emerald green. Her young looking black haird brown eyed girlfriend is Alisa. Frank told Chester, the girl's almost nineteen. He says she's Julia's submissive lesbian lover. Alisa seems younger than eighteen and a half, but in a situation like this, you don't ask questions, you just enjoy every unique character at the table. Rhiannon's sitting next to Chester at the dinner table, she's nervous around all of these unusual but interesting people. Maylee did tell her a few details about what usually happens at daddy Frank's weekend parties, before the party started. But now as she sits at the dinner table, her thoughts are both fear and curiosity of the kinky things Maylee told her might happen once the guest leave the dinner table and retire to the living room. Maylee sitting to Rhiannon's right. As they eat and sip red wine Maylee leans over slipping a small white pill into Rhiannon's hand. "What is this?" Maylee whispers. "It is Ecstasy, take it. Don't worry it won't hurt you," she kisses Rhiannon on the cheek, seeing she's reluctant to take the drug. Maylee nudges her. "Take it, it not hurt you. It will make things more fun, once party starts!" Chester doesn't see what Maylee gave Rhiannon, if he would've known she gave his young lover ecstasy he might've stopped her from taking it. Rhiannon popped the innocent looking pill into her mouth then washed it down with sweet red wine, of which she's already getting drunk on. The ecstasy takes affect within a few minutes, she feels warm tingling sensations beginning deep inside her vagina. These sensations quickly flow up her spine to her extremities, her nipples grow erect. She's wearing a white silk blouse, the smooth fabric caresses her nipples, her body shudders with small orgasms as the drug takes over her once innocent mind and body. She looks at Maylee, and suddenly becomes sexually aroused by her friends exotic Asian beauty. She has a sudden urge to kiss the raven haired girl, it's not an urge to kiss her on the cheek, she wants to shove her tongue down the pretty girls throat, she wants to show her exactly how she feels about their friendship. Chester hears the guest laughing and applauding, turning to his right he finds his girl making out with Maylee like high school lovers. What she's doing turns him on immensely. Frank notices what's going on as well. "Well Ladies and gentleman," he says. "I see Rhiannon and Maylee are ready to party. So lets join them, come lets all step into my living room." He stands from his seat, letting his paisley print silk robe fall to the floor, exclaiming. "Ladies and gentlemen, feel free to undress. After all we cant have any fun with our cloths on now, can we!" Once this is said everyone disrobes, with the exception of Jimmy and Alex's young dates Anita and Nina. They seem a bit frightened, or maybe just shy as they watch every adult at the table remove every stitch of clothing they have on. Jimmy's Brooklyn accent comes through as he speaks to the girls. "Hey you's two get those cloths off. You girls weren't so damn shy last night, when you spent the night at our place." His brother Alex speaks up. "I know what Anita and Nina like, they like dance'n to music and take'n their cloths off just like their momma does." he nudges nine year old Nina on the shoulder. The four foot-three girl looks so cute, with her long dark brown hair tied back with a pink bow. "Hey babe, ya wanna do a strip tease for us, don't ya doll?" She smiles, shrugs her shoulders and looks at her older sister Anita "Do you wanna dance for them, like we did last night for Alex and Jimmy." "Yeah I guess we can," replies the cute almost identical ten year old. "After all, this is a party. Come on sis, lets dance!" The crowd of adults are all so delighted that these two underage hookers have decided to join in with them. Jimmy and Alex take their hands and lead them to the privacy of the living room. Frank plays a CD of Santana's greatest hits on his stereo. Once Anita and Nina hear the Latin beat of a song called Oye Como Va, smiles appear on their faces, they begin shaking their scantly clad ass's to the bongo drum beat, and the bluesy Latin sounds of a lead guitar solo. Ten year old Anita's long silky black hair sways as she shakes her hips to the music. Both sisters wore sexy summer clothing tonight, Anita's wearing a thin white tank top over a very short black satin mini skirt, her skirt flows sensually with every move the young preteen makes with her hips and ass. Nina's wearing a thin floral print cotton blouse with little white buttons running down the front, as she dances she slowly unbuttons each one. She's wearing a pair of extremely short pink hot-pants. The shorts expos every curve the young Puerto Rican has: Needless to say, for a nine year old girl Nina has very nice curves. Alex and Jimmy tell the girls. "Take it off girls...Take it all off." Anita and Nina must've also taken ecstasy too, because now any inhibitions they had when they arrived at Frank's condo seem to leave their young bodies with every piece of clothing they take off. Chester sits watching these young Latin dancers so intently, he almost forgets about Rhiannon, she's standing near by. Looking to his right he finds Frank and Julia helping her undress. At first he thinks maybe he should stop them, but as he observes what they're doing he notices she seems to be enjoying their attention. Julia unbuttons her white silk blouse, as Frank unsnaps the waist band of her floral print skirt. Once her blouse and skirt fall to the floor, she stands before everyone topless wearing only a pair of skimpy black T-back panties. Julia wants this sweet young thing totally nude, she wastes no time kneeling before Rhiannon to remove her skimpy panties as quickly as possible. The red-haired woman exclaims. "Frank darling, this little girl is sooo fucking adorable." Frank flashes a pleased smile. "I knew you'd like her Julia," he said. They lead Rhiannon to a love seat, just a few feet away from Chester. He watches his girl sit down Julia kneels down gently forcing her legs apart. The women buries her face between her legs and begins eating her pussy. As Julia licks her cunt Frank places his cock to Rhiannon's lips, telling her. "Suck me baby. You know how daddy Frank likes it." She begins sucking and licking the mans cock like a porn star, spreading her legs wider making sure Julia has enough room to work. Over the past few months she's had plenty of lesbian sex with Maylee, and one thing she has admitted is; girls eat pussy much better then boys do. Chester turns his attention back to Anita and Nina, they're busy on their knees sucking Jimmy and Alex. Nina's doing Jimmy, while Alisa sucks Alex. Maylee and Alisa; Julia's teen girlfriend are dancing completely nude with each other, out on Frank's makeshift dance floor. Maylee spots Chester sitting alone, with no one paying attention to him. She gently smacks eighteen year old Alisa on the ass, wanting her to stop kissing her. "Look at Chester, he looks so lonely," she takes Alisa by the hand. "Come with me, daddy is with his girl. We will be his girlfriends tonight." Alisa jokes walking towards him. "He is kind'a cute, for an old guy!" Chester's nude like everyone else in the room, stepping closer they see his hard cock. They see he's totally turned on from watching Anita and Nina give head to Jimmy and his brother Alex. Alisa disturbs his trance kneeling down next to him, he hears her southern accent. "Hey there handsome. Do you wanna fuck me, or am I too old for you?" He laughs placing his hands on her full firm breast. "Hell no," he says. "You're not at all too old for me baby." Maylee takes his hand. "Lets go to bedroom. We can fuck in bed." Standing up, he looks towards the love seat where Frank and Julia began playing with Rhiannon. His eyes catch a glimpse of Rhiannon's white ass shining in the moonlight as she's being led by the hand into Frank's bedroom by Julia. Frank turns back noticing he's watching, he smiles before telling him. "Don't worry old buddy. Julia and I will take good care of her." Maylee tugs his hand. "Don't worry, daddy will be good to her." Alisa smirks. "That is, if he can control Julia. She likes breaking in pretty young girls like her!" Chapter 17: Perverting Rhiannon, The Final Seduction Once Frank and Julia have her alone in his bedroom she becomes a little frightened. "I think I should go back out with Chester," she said, her voice quivering as she spoke. Julia hugs her playing with her nipples. "No way darling, you're not going anywhere," she says seductively. Rhiannon stands sandwiched between these overly aroused adults. Frank whispers letting his lips caress the sensitive flesh of her ear. "Julia and I need you tonight sweetheart. Don't be afraid, everything will be ok!" His voice seems kind and comforting, she feels his and Julia's hands groping her young breast and pussy. Her fears change to ecstasy. Frank slips a hand to her wet pussy, pushing a finger inside. Her body gives into his touch. He and Julia slowly lay her down on the bed. With all three of them lying crossways on his four post bed, Frank and his horney bisexual business partner begin finger fucking her, while giving her passionate kisses about her cheeks and lips. Rhiannon spreads her legs wider for them. Her body says yes, but her mind says no. In the end her body wins the fight, and her young impressionable mind gives in. Julia moves her well toned fifty year old body into a kneeling position over Rhiannon's face, she opens her eye's finding herself staring up into the woman's freshly waxed hairless pussy. "It's your turn to eat me now darling," said the red-haired older women Without question Rhiannon starts tonguing Julia's wet cunt, the women's body trembles feeling the young girls tongue and lips sucking and licking her cunt. Frank kneels on the floor, wanting to eat Rhiannon's pussy while she pleasures his business partner. "Mmm...Sugar and spice and everything nice," he exclaims before burying his face into her almost hairless sex. Julia slowly grinds her musky sweet cunt over the young girls lips and tongue. She's doing her best to please the red-haired woman, making sure to lick her clit. Apparently she's doing it right, Julia's body shivers from an orgasm. She moans. "Oh Rhiannon darling, you're a fucking natural!" After a short while Frank stops eating Rhiannon and climbs back on the bed. Kneeling beside Julia, he kisses her on the lips, she kisses him back tasting the young girls flavor on his lips. "Mmm...This little bitch taste good on you Frank," she says in a throaty perverted voice, rocking her hips over Rhiannon's tongue. Frank whispers in Julia's ear. "I want to fuck her. Please, let me fuck her!" He's begging because in the past months since he met Rhiannon, he's never fucked her. Now that he has his chance, he's going to take it. He knows Chester's going to fuck Maylee tonight because he planned it this way, before the guest arrived he ordered her to seduce his old friend just so he can have his chance with Rhiannon. Julia lets out a sinister laugh, lifting her cunt from Rhiannon's tongue, she rolls over on the bed exclaiming. "By all means Frank, fuck this little whore." Frank lies beside Rhiannon, asking for consent from a barley thirteen year old girl. "Can I fuck you baby, I know you'll like it?" She flashes a childish smile, before replying in a stoned happy voice. "Yes...Fuck me, giggle. I don't know why, but I'm sooo horny tonight." Frank and Julia are both fingering her pussy, she reaches down pushing their fingers deeper thrusting her hips around exclaiming. "Oh....Yes. Ahhh, mmm. I wanna fuck everyone at this party tonight." She doesn't realize it, but that little white pill Maylee gave her at the dinner table is the reason she's so sexually aroused. Julia whispers sensually in her ear as she fingers her. "You're my kind of girl...Now let daddy Frank fuck you." Meanwhile in Chester's bedroom, he's standing up watching Alisa and Maylee kneel on the floor at his feet. They're both hard at work giving him a two girl blow job. Watching Alisa bobbing her head back'n forth on his cock, he thinks how exotically beautiful she is. Her hair is dyed jet black, she has the look of a sexy gothic vampire, with almost snow white skin and bright red lipstick, and just the right amount of black eye liner drawn around her big brown eyes. Looking up from her oral task, she sees him eyeing her she gives his cock to young Maylee. "You're really love'n this, Ain't ya darlin." "That's not a New York accent I hear," he says smiling down at the pretty teen. "Where are you from Alisa?" He keeps gently rocking his hips, enjoying Maylee's warm lips and tongue as she gives him head like a pro. Alisa flashes a sexy smile, before replying. "I'm a Georgia girl. I was born in a little old town called Cordele." "How'd you get way up here, to the big apple?" Teasing him before replying, she licks precum from Maylee's cheek. "I ran away when I was fifteen. I came up here thinking I'd get work as a model. I ended up living on the streets during one of New York's coldest winters. I started turning tricks to survive, that's how I met Julia. She was out looking for a young girl. She spotted me half frozen and desperate, working Time square, and to make a long story short she took me home, cleaned me up, then fucked me all night long with a strap on dildo." She spots his reaction. "You old perv. You like my little ole life story, don't you?" He chuckles watching her take his cock from Maylee, she licks and sucks him peering up at him with her big brown eyes. "Ahh...You're so right baby, I do like your story!" he rocks his hips forward enjoying the way her warm lips and tongue feel on his sensitive cock. Maylee looks up speaking with precum and saliva on her lips. "I want you to fuck me now. Sucking your cock made me sooo horny." Her Vietnamese accent brings back memories of the six months he spent in her old country back in 1978 as a news photographer. He replies cheerfully, liking her sweet request. "Why sure beautiful, I wanna fuck you too. And being that I have two pretty girls with me tonight, I get to fuck both of you," he smiles coming up with a plan. "I have an idea, both of you get on the bed on your hands and knees. We'll do the dirty deed right there." Alisa likes his idea. "You're a kinky old man Chester. That's good because I like getting kinky. Hell yeah baby, the kinkier the better I always say." She kisses Maylee then climbs on the bed, Maylee follows suit. Alisa jokes. "Lets see who makes the old guy cum first, this should be fun," she nudges Maylee. "Ain't that right sugar." Maylee replies innocently. "I have never heard of this game before." Liking the idea, she becomes competitive. "My pussy's tighter then yours Alisa, I will make him cum faster then you." She looks back at Chester smiling, he loves the way she smiles. It seems to him: If Frank and his friends are harming this beautiful young girl, she wouldn't be so damned happy all the time. He kneels on the bed behind her, spits on his fingers then begins stroking his fingers up Maylee's beautiful pink almost hairless pussy. He expects her to be tight, and she is. Maylee feels his fingertip being shove inside her almost thirteen year old pussy. She's young, but she knows to relax her vaginal muscles his fingers easily slip inside. He feels her young body tremble with excitement as he fingers her. She moans and wiggles her tight little ass. "You like how that feels, don't you sweetheart," he says. She pushes back against his fingers. "Mmm. Yes I like how it feels, but I want your big cock inside me. Fuck me with your big American cock!" Frank told her to seduce the man so that's what she'll do, she always does what her adopted father says. Chester does as she asks, replacing his fingers with his cock. He expects her vagina to give resistance as he enters her, he thinks she'll be tighter than Rhiannon. Surprisingly enough before he knows it, his pubic hair is resting against her ass cheeks. Maylee lets out soft moans of pleasure. Alisa kisses her on the lips. "Go a head Chester, fuck this little bitch hard," said the older girl. "she likes getting fucked hard." Alisa smiles back at Chester, winks at him then nudges Maylee with her elbow. "You want this big man to fuck you hard, don't you sweetie." Maylee moans as he begins thrusting inside her. "Yes fuck my pussy hard!!" Hearing her request he begins fucking her the way she wants it. "Take it baby, take my cock like a big girl. I know you can handle it." His thighs slap against her soft white Asian flesh, echoing throughout the condo, they forgot to close the bedroom door. Chester pulls his cock from Maylee, she moans out breathlessly. "Why you pull out. I was enjoying that." He chuckles, telling her. "It's Alisa's turn...Just be patient sweetheart." Alisa shakes her ass wanting his cock. The competition's on, she's bound and determine to make Chester cum first. "Stick that big thing in me. Fuck me Chester, fuck me hard!!" she exclaims. He grunts shoving all seven inches of cock inside the dark haired teenager. "Ok my sweet little Georgia peach. Get ready to be fucked hard." He enters her tight nineteen year old pussy. She flirts. "Oh yeah baby, fuck my little ole Georgia peach. Make it all juicy inside." He knows she's doing her best to make him cum prematurely, wanting to win the competition. Back in Frank's bedroom he's fucking Rhiannon hard from behind, Julia's lying on her back with the young girls tongue shoved between her legs, eating her baby smooth pussy. Rhiannon's completely turned on by the older woman's musky sweet scent, she shoves two fingers inside the woman's cunt. Julia moans contently letting her know, she is pleasing her. Frank pulls out, Rhiannon's pussy squirts her juices all over his purple satin sheets. "I need to lay down girls. Move over Julia, I want Rhiannon to ride my cock." He's out of breath, but loving every second of this taboo affair. Changing positions Rhiannon's feels a little warn out as she lifts one slender leg over Frank's torso. Julia helps out guiding Frank's cock to their young conquests cunt. She whispers in her ear. "Ride him hard you little slut." Rhiannon's pussy's so wet, she has no trouble taking every inch of the grown mans erection. She fucks Chester like this all the time, she loves being on top, she feels in control when she's on top. She starts riding Frank hard and fast, her ass cheeks slap against his thighs. Julia moves from the bed, Rhiannon's giving her attention to Frank's cock. She doesn't see Julia reach into a drawer near the bed, where she keeps a spare strap on dildo. Julia watches her ride her male lover, slash business partner like a cow girl competing for top prize at the rodeo, strapping her menacing looking six inch long black cock shaped dildo on. She kneels behind Rhiannon, her voice is sinisterly pervertedly when she speaks. "I'm going to fuck your little ass. Lay your body down over my man slut." Frank likes what Julia's about to do, the idea of feeling a dildo shoved up this beautiful young girls ass as she rides his cock, completely turns him on. The last girl they did this with was Alisa. He reaches up gently taking Rhiannon by the shoulder's, seeing fear in her eyes the black strap is scary looking to her. "Don't worry baby," he says in a calm cool voice. "You'll like it, just relax your sweet little asshole." As he keeps her calm, Julia squirts anal lube on her rubber cock. "Their now," she says. "it should slip right in, Just relax darling. Your going to love this....I just know you will." Rhiannon grunts as Julia gently but firmly shoves her rubber cock, inch by inch inside her tight sphincter. "Ahhh ugh...ahhh." She grunts feeling slight pain as the thick black cock enters her. It's nothing too unusual, Chester often uses a dildo in her ass at his home in Otter Creek. But this dildo is much thicker. The pressure from the dildo sends spasms of pleasure into her clit, which in turn is being stimulated by Frank's cock. Julia whispers gruffly. "I wish you could see how big it is, its stretching your asshole so fucking wide." She looks into Frank's eyes and winks. "Lets fuck this little whore!!" she says in a sinister dominant voice. They both begin rocking their bodies in tune with each other. Rhiannon's sandwiched in between them, there isn't much she can do but let these two perverted adults fuck both of her holes. Julia's dildo is also a vibrator, as they fuck her, she turns it on. Tremors of pleasures rush through Rhiannon's body like a run away freight train. Both Frank and Julia feel her body shake as she cums. Frank's cock feels the vibration too, with Julia thrusting her dildo in Rhiannon's ass, he cant pull out. If he's going to cum, he'll have to cum inside this young girl. He doesn't care, he wants to cum inside of her. He always cums inside Maylee's, why not her. Although Maylee is on birth control, he's not sure if Rhiannon is. And quite frankly, he doesn't care. Rhiannon's body begins to sweat, with Julia's warm body lying half draped over her from behind, and Frank's body below, their sweat mingles. She smells sweat and sex in the air. Frank smells the arousing scent of sex too, this makes him lose control. He's trying to hold back, he wants to make his first time with this young girl last, but it's no use. He cums, Rhiannon feels his penis twitching inside the tender walls of her sex. She orgasms, her body shakes, her heartbeat quickens she wants more of this fantastic feeling. "Oh ahhhh god yes...oh fuck yes." She hears Frank swearing in her ear. He feels her heart beating furiously against his chest, he knows she came along with him. He lies beneath her satisfied knowing, he's completed the final seduction of a beautiful young girl named Rhiannon. In Chester's bedroom he's ramming his cock hard into Maylee's tender pussy. His hips smack against her thighs, Maylee's laying on her back with her legs wrapped around his backside. Alisa's lying beside them occasionally giving either Maylee or Chester tender kisses on their cheeks and lips. She speaks in a guttural whisper. "Fuck her Chester, give her your sperm. Cum inside her." He cant hold back Alisa's dirty talk sends him over the edge, he cums deep inside the girls sopping wet Asian pussy. Maylee doesn't speak, she moans low gasp of pleasure. End of part 4. I cut part 4 into two parts, because it was too long before. Go to part 5 to see what happens next.

A much older man with a past history of being a child lover becomes infatuated with a 12 year old girl named Rhiannon. This work of fiction is meant for adults only, if your are under the age of eighteen, do not read this taboo tale. This is a multiple part series, and there's more to this story of dark depravity then meets the eye. Story codes, ped. M g, oral. A quote from Nabokov's Lolita, his story inspired me to write Rhiannon. "It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight." Rhiannon, part 1 Chapter 1. The day he met the girl of his dreams. Its Friday afternoon, picture day at Otter Creek middle school. Chester Mcalister, the county school systems photographer is hard at work making sure every child from the fifth grade through eighth grade will receive a perfect set of photos. He calls for the last student, as he reloads his Nikon camera with fresh film. "Ok next victim," he jokes. He hears a young girl giggle nervously. His back is turned towards her, he turns and his warm brown eyes fall upon the girl of his dreams. She's at least twelve, and she's tall for her age; maybe five foot at the least. Her long hair is auburn brown. Her eyes are deep blue. Her nose is perfect, neither too large nor too small. Her lips are full and naturally pink, very kissable he thinks. "Well hello beautiful, what's your name," he said, trying not to sound as if he were flirting with the young girl, although he was. "My names Rhiannon Jones," she said fidgeting nervously as she spoke. "Well its very nice to meet you Rhiannon, my names Chester Mcalister." He reaches out to shake her hand, grasping her hand his heart skips a beat and his cock throbs in his pants. He likes the dress she's wearing, it's a short one piece with a low cut lace trimmed neckline, exposing just a slight bit of preteen cleavage. On her feet she wore black patent leather shoes over white socks with pink lace around the ankles. "Well Rhiannon, that pretty blue dress you have on almost matches your eyes. Its going to make you stand out among the rest of your brothers and sister, when your mom and dad place your picture on the wall at home." He said this letting his eyes roam discreetly over the young girls developing body. He noticed a change in her body language caused by what he said. Her shoulders slumped slightly, she frowned. "I don't have any brothers or sister's," she said. "Oh...So you're an only child," he points to a chair in front of his camera. "Have a seat sweetheart, you're my last photo shoot for the day, and my prettiest too." His charming comment makes her smile, this made him even more interested in the pretty auburn haird beauty. "I love your name. Have you ever heard the old song about a Welsh witch named Rhiannon." Focusing his camera on her pretty face, the lyrics of the song flash back in his memory he begins singing his best rendition of the old tune. "Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night, and wouldn't you love to love her. Take to the sky like a bird in flight, and who will be her lover?" He stopped singing and told her. "It needs a guitar and drum solo, but that's how the song goes. Are you sure you've never heard it before?" Her frown turns to a smile, she likes the corny way he serenaded her it made her giggle. "Nope.I've never heard it before,is it a new song?" "Well it was new back in the seventies," he said.Peering through the view finder of his camera, his cock grew hard. "Ok smile sweetheart." He snapped a photo then asked. "Has anyone ever told you, how photogenic you are?" "Nope...I don't think so. What's photogenic mean?" "It means you look beautiful in the camera's eye." She blushes, he takes a perfect picture of her face as it turned a slight shade of red. He took photo after photo: Actually more than any other student for that day. Looking through the view finder, he became completely infatuated with the young girl. He posed her in different ways, just to get better shots of her face and body. The final school bell rang, interrupting his fun. He said goodbye, thinking he'd never see her again. Driving home through the small town of Otter Creek, he couldn't get Rhiannon's pretty face and perfect virgin body out of his head. Stopped at a four way stop near the intersection of the street he lives on,he began daydreaming about her going down on his hard cock with her luscious full pink lips wrapped around his shaft, as if she were a starving child needing to be fed. A young girls voice interrupts his thoughts. "Hi Chester!" said the voice. Turning his head towards the voice, he sees Rhiannon standing on the sidewalk near the drivers side of his car. Rolling his old Cadillac's power window down he speaks to her. "Well hi sweetheart, what a pleasant surprise." A broad smile crosses his lips, his cock grows hard in his pants. "Can I give you a lift honey," he said in a pleasant tone. She contemplates the offer. "My mom says I shouldn't ride with strangers." . "But I'm not a stranger honey, you know who I am.Heck you and I are almost neighbors." She brushes a lock of auburn hair away from her face and smiles. "Well...I guess it'll be ok." She opened the door and climbed in. "Ok what's your address sweetheart." "Nineteen twenty two Maple street," she said. He makes small talk, wanting to know more about her. "You're new to Otter Creek aren't you. I haven't seen you around before today." "My mom and I moved here just before September. My dad died last year." Her voice trembled when she told him of her father. He looked over noticing tears welling up in her eyes. She wiped them away. "I'm so sorry honey, you must miss him a lot." He caresses her knee, the sensation of her warm soft skin sends warm tingling sensations to his aroused manhood. To his delight, she didn't push it away. "I know how you feel," he said. "My father died in the Vietnam war, when I was thirteen, and about six months back my wife died. Yes honey I do know how it feels to lose someone you love." Truth being told, his wife died of breast cancer, and his father was killed in action during the war. He actually did know how it feels to lose someone you love. He pats her knee speaking cheerfully. "But at least you have your mom, right sweetheart?" "Yes but she's a nurse at the hospital and she works all the time. Since I've moved here I haven't made any friends so I just hang around our house watching TV an stuff." He drove by his house. "I live right here at nineteen ten. Heck maybe you can come and visit me from time to time. To tell you the truth I get pretty bored just sitting on my ass watching TV an stuff just like you." He caresses her knee. "You can come over tonight if you'd like, I'll be here all weekend. You can help me develop the student photos I took today. And maybe, if you don't mind I'd like to snap a few shots of you?" "Yeah I'd love to help you...But what do you mean snap shots of me?" "Oh sorry that's photography lingo. I mean I wanna take some photos of you," he smiled. "You're a very pretty young lady, I think you have modeling potential." Her face lit up. "Wow, do you really think I could be a model. Sure I'd love to come over. I'm supposed to go to Davenport tomorrow to see my grandparents, but I can visit with you until my mom gets home at nine tonight." They arrived at her home, he didn't see her mothers car parked in the driveway so he felt secure her mother was at work. He's well liked and well trusted by everyone in town. He's a member of the city council, and his two best friends in town are the mayor and the sheriff. Rhiannon stepped from his car then leaned back in. "See you later Chester. Hey I'm kind of hungry I'll make a sandwich then change my cloths and come over," she said. He quickly came up with a better plan. "Why don't you come over and eat dinner with me I'm tired of eating alone," he said. "Ok that'll be cool," she said smiling. "I'm tired of eating by myself too." She closed the car door, then began skipping up the walkway to her modest yellow and white Victorian style home. He sat watching, enjoying the way her small budding breast jiggled slightly as she skipped. A sudden gust of autumn wind blew her skirt up revealing her pink panty clad ass. "Mmm...Nice little ass," he said to himself as he pulled away. Chapter 2. Inside Rhiannon's mind. Once inside she ran to her bedroom, slipped her dress off then placed it neatly back in her closet. Doing this so her mother won't be angry at her for not taking care of her new dress. In the past year since her fathers death, her mother loses her temper much more than before. Her father was always the easy going one in the family. Undressing she thinks of Chester, and how the middle aged man looks a lot like her grandfather. He's tall like granddad, and he's going bald on the top of his head too. He even has the same touch of grey along his temples, like her grandfather. And he seems to be easy going, like her daddy was, and her grandfather is. Her mother doesn't get along with her deceased husbands parents. She doesn't mind moving to Otter Creek, but she misses her grandparents. As she hurries around her room she think's Chester might be able to take her Grandfathers while she's in town. Stopping to admire herself in a full length mirror, she begins running the tips of her fingers over budding breast while stroking the fingers of her right hand between her legs. At eleven years old; almost twelve she has discovered masturbation. With her mother being gone all the time, it's now one of her favorite pastimes. Pushing the crotch of her panties aside, she began stroking faster over her virgin pussy, she loves the warm tingling sensations flowing from her cunny. Pushing the tips of two fingers in deeper, her orgasm intensifies. Her slender hips begin thrusting back and forth. Her knees become weak, she feels lite headed, there's moisture on her tips of fingers. Placing her fingers in her mouth she licks them clean. Tasting her girl cum is something she just recently started doing. She doesn't know why, but she likes how it taste; its salty and somewhat sweet. Now every time she masturbates she has to complete this ritual. Once her orgasm subsides, feelings of shame come to mind. She shrugs it off, thinking. "I've got to hurry. Chester's waiting!" She dressed then stepped back in front of the mirror. Stroking her fingertips along the thin cotton fabric of a tan camisole blouse with thin strips of lace around its plunging neckline, its shoulder straps are made of lace as well. She reached down running her hands along the fabric of a short denim skirt. The hem of the skirt stops about six inches above her knees. A mischievous smile came over her lips. "This outfit will be perfect for my first modeling pics. I hope Chester likes it." Chapter 3. Home with Chester Mcalister, fond memories. As Chester showers, he thinks back to the first young girl he seduced. The girl of all people, just happened to be his ten year old stepsister Megan. He was fifteen when their taboo relationship started. It was an on again off again sexual affair that ended when he left home to attended Iowa state university. In college he studied journalism, and photography. His career as a photojournalist took him around the world. As a journalist he had to photograph and experience the worst of mans inhumanity to man. If the agency he worked for needed someone to cover any catastrophic event or war, he was there. One of his most shocking assignments was in the late seventies, when he helped report on the mass murder of millions of Cambodian citizens during the Khmer Rouge regime. It was on this assignment where he found brothels in Vietnam, and Thailand that specialize in child prostitution. In these dark out of the way places, he became addicted to the pleasures of young girls. Some younger than Rhiannon, and some much older. Later in his career, he traveled to Europe and eastern Europe. Where he did work for a fashion magazine, this is where he and his old friend Frank Dicks discovered even more sweet young girls to seduce. These girls were mostly homeless girls, who would sell their bodies to adults for money and sometimes just for some food and a warm bed to sleep in. In 1991 his life changed for the better, when he met his wife to be on an assignment in Spain. Her name was Jenna, an attractive American reporter. It just so happened, she was from Iowa just as he was. She was his age, but to his liking she was also petite. Chester's tall, he stands about 6'2 Jenna was only 5'4. It was her child like stature that drew him to her. From that time on, for almost twenty years he never experienced anymore young girls. Jenna was the love of his life. Now six months after her death, he finds himself craving young girls once more. Until today when he met Rhiannon, he was able to control his urges. Today he lost all control, he has a sense about certain girls like Rhiannon. To him she's ripe for seduction, she's an only child, and she's lonely. He's a lonely broken hearted man, in his mind they're made for each other. Chapter 4. She has arrived. He dried himself off then slipped into a clean pair of grey sweatpants. He wore no underwear, hoping she'll see the outline of his bare cock. He then slipped into his favorite Iowa state university t-shirt. His heartbeat quickens, hearing the doorbell ring. "She's here!" he said under his breath. Leaving his bedroom he walked to his front door, with lustful thoughts of his new preteen friend on his mind. He looked through a small window in the door seeing her waiting outside, his body trembled with excitement. He yanked the door open a little to fast, Rhiannon stood looking up at him with her hands behind her back fidgeting nervously, twisting her body gently from left to right smiling at him with those perfect pouty pink lips of hers. "Well come on in sweetheart," he said trying to hide a Cheshire cat grin. Stepping in she smells the aroma of hot food coming from his kitchen. "Mmm, that smells so good. I hope you made enough, because I'm starving." Walking into his living room her eyes open wide, peering over hundreds of different photos of all shapes and sizes covering the walls. Over the years He's decorated the walls of the room with photos, a good majority of them taken while he was on assignment with various news agencies and fashion magazines. "Wow Chester, did you take all these pictures!" She began wandering around the room slowly examining each picture and came to a wall where he has a large collection of fashion models, a good majority of these photos are of lingerie models he shot a few years back, she gasped. "You took pictures of half naked woman!!" she stood transfixed viewing every picture with childish fascination "Wow Chester, they're all so pretty. I bet you had fun doing that job; right?" He chuckled, remembering back to the good old days. "Oh Yes. It was a lot of fun." As he spoke, his eyes ogled her firm young ass as he stood behind her. "I'd sure like to take a few photos of you sweetheart I think you're even prettier than those grown women are." She turned and smiled, he noticed her face blushing. "But these girls are grownups, and they're so beautiful. I'm not nearly as pretty as they are." She turned to look at more photo's, while she viewed them he lit a freshly rolled joint then blew the smoke her way, hoping to relax her with a contact buzz. She smelled the familiar scent of marijuana and turned around telling him. "Hey you smoke pot too, just like my grandparents." He blew smoke from his lungs. "Your grandparents smoke pot. How' bout your mom, does she smoke?" "No I think that's why she doesn't like them much." He held the joint out to her. "Here have a toke I won't tell your mom." She smiled shaking her head no. "I don't think I should." He begged. "Please smoke with me. I hate smoking alone." She smiles nervously slowly taking the joint from his fingers. "Ok I'll try some," she shrugs. "Heck grandpa says it's harmless." Raising it to her lips she inhales the sweet smoke, drawing in to much she coughs. "Sorry honey," he said. "I should've warned you, just take a small hit on your first try." Almost right away she begins feeling the euphoric effects of the drug, her short coughing bout made the buzz affect her brain. She feels light headed, but relaxed. Not wanting to appear uncool she took another toke, this time a smaller one. She's watched her grandfather smoke a few times, and she knows to hold the smoke in her lungs. Seeing her eyes glaze over, and an odd smile appear on her lips. "Well honey. Are you deviating from the norm," he said. She smiles nodding her head yes, though she's never heard that expression before. "Um yep....I think so," she hands the joint back to him. "Here I think I've had enough for now." Chapter 3: The Photo Shoot. "Ok sweetie, take off your blouse and skirt." He said after placing a new roll of film in his camera. "Giggle, you wanna take pictures of me in my bra and panties?" She's totally stoned now, after dinner they sat on the sofa in his living room and finished the joint he lit when she first arrived. "Yes honey." He points to the wall covered with lingerie models. "I know you can be as sexy as they are. Now come on, don't be shy. You cant be shy if you wanna be a model." She thought of what he said then began undressing, telling him. "I guess you're right. After all, you are a professional right Chester." He chuckles. "Yes I am, I know exactly what I'm doing. Trust me, you're going to have so much fun posing for me. I'll send the pics to my friend Frank Dicks. He has an agency in New York, he'll make you a big star if your mother agrees to let him. Now come on get sexy for me little girl." He watched her undress through the view finder of his camera, slowly removing her blouse and skirt. Finally she stood before him wearing just a pink training bra and matching panties. His cock grew semi erect showing through his sweatpants, like a half raised tent He snaps a picture, telling her. "Wow, you look so hot in pink Rhiannon. Now I want you to climb up on the couch, get on your hands and knees, look back over your shoulder at me. Now give me a really sexy smile." She dose as he asks, turning her face to the camera doing her best imitation of a lingerie model. "Oh yes," he exclaims. "Your butt looks so sexy that way, very sexy. Ok now sit on the couch facing me." Fighting shame she obeys his request. "Ok now. I know your mom always tells you to sit like a lady, but I want you to open those pretty legs of yours as wide as you can." She hesitates feeling shame in the back of her mind, but between her legs she feels warm sensation of pleasure. When she spreads her legs the crotch piece of her panties hugs the outline of her pussy. He spots the lips of her bald pussy, showing through the thin material of her panties. His voice trembles. "Oh yeah...That's really sexy sweetheart," he zooms in on her crotch for a close-up."Open those legs wide for me baby." His cock throbs in his pants, growing to an almost full erection. "Oh wow baby, you have a beautifully shaped cameltoe," he said this sounding completely perverted. Never hearing the expression before, she asks. "Um...What's a cameltoe?" "Ha..ha...Oh Rhiannon baby I love your innocence. Look down between your legs, see the way the fabric of your panties shows the outline of your pussy." She looks between her legs hearing the word pussy, but she was taught to call her sex a vagina. At first it didn't compute to her young mind, then she noticed the outline of her cunny showing she quickly closed her legs, her face blushed beat red."Oops, that's embarrassing," she said, shamefully closing her legs. Chester stands up, not caring if she sees his erection. And she does, her eyes become transfixed on the large pole like bulge sticking out from his pants. He sits beside her, placing an arm around her shoulder telling her. "Baby there's nothing to be ashamed of," he rubs his hard dick through his pants. "Hell as you can see, my peckers hard. I'm proud as hell to let my free flag fly." She's curious and a little shocked at the sight of the monster growing in his pants. Her voice trembles. "Why is your penis sticking up like that?" He laughed, loving how nervous she is. "Because my dear, my penis likes you, and your sexy cameltoe." Not able to hold back any longer, he places his hand between her closed legs. It happens to fast, she cant stop him. Using his free hand, he pries her legs open. His warm hand and fingers begin stroking her panty covered cunt. She spreads wider, letting his fingers stroke her sensitive clit. Feeling her body go tense and shake, he tells her. "It feels good, doesn't it baby. Just layback on those pillows behind you, let me do this. I know you want it." She losses all control, she wants to run from the house half naked screaming "Help, he's trying to rape me." But instead she lays back on the pillows just as he wants her to. As he fingers her he tells her. "They tell you about good touch and bad touch, right," he caresses her pussy faster. "What is this Rhiannon, is it good or bad touch?" She doesn't answer right away, she can only lay back letting him masturbate her. She begins thrusting her hips upward, pushing her crotch harder against his invading hand. In a small quivering voice she tells him. "It Feeels....Goood!!" He stops masturbating her, her eyes flutter open. She watches him slide from the couch and kneel between her open legs. He speaks in a kind voice . "Come on baby, lift your butt up for me, so I can take your panties off." She tries telling him. "Maybe I should go ho..." He places a finger to her lips stopping her. "No sweetie, you cant go home yet. I haven't given you my special massage yet " She looks at him smiling. "A massage?" she sounds breathless and weak. Without being asked again, she lifts her bottom up as requested. He slowly peels her panties off, letting his fingertips glide gently along the soft flesh of her outer thighs. "Giggle...Chester, don't that tickles," she says sounding at ease with what he's doing. Removing her panties, he feels like a kid unwrapping a present on Christmas day. Once her panties are off, he remembers his Kama Sutra massage oil hid away in the bedroom. Without warning he lifts her from his sofa. She cries out in surprise. "What are you doing...Why are picking me up." "You'll be much more comfortable in my bedroom sweetheart." Hearing him say bedroom, her body trembles. "Chester please don't hurt me." He lifts her face to his, giving her a light kiss on the lips. "Don't worry baby ,I have no intention of ever harming you. Now just relax, and I'll bring you to a whole new world!" Carrying her, he feels her heart beating against the palm of his hand through her back bone. In his bedroom he tell her. "Here we are baby girl, my bed is much more comfortable then that old leather sofa of mine out in the living room." He lays her down then finds his massage oil. "What's that stuff for," she asked, seeing him pull a small glass bottle from a bedside drawer. "This is massage oil, it came all the way from in India. It's called Kama Sutra. When I rub this into your skin, you'll feel a pleasure you've never felt before my sweet." He notices she's still wearing her bra. "In order for me to give you proper massage, you'll need to take that pretty bra off." "But you'll see my boobs." He laughs. "Babe, I've already seen your cunny, I might as well see your titties while I'm at it. Beside that I don't wanna get your pretty bra all oily." She takes the bra off, but with a little girls modesty covers her breast with her hands before lying back down facing him. "I don't think we should do this Chester, its wrong...I know it is." He smiles down at her, his kind smile lets her know he won't harm her. Still the same, societies fears of men like him keep flashing through her young mind. He speaks in a reassuring voice. "Baby, you've let me go this far. Now please let me give you a massage. I know your going to love it. Just put all of your trust in me, everything will be ok I promise sweetheart." She thinks for a second then looks over at the clock on his bedside table. "Well ok...I guess it will be fun to do something adults do. Its six-forty five now, you'll have to hurry, because my mom usually gets home by eight." "Well we better get started then," he replies cheerfully. Having her complete trust, he pours a small dab of oil over her chest. The oil feels good on her developing breast. Next he does something unexpected to her, removing his sweatpants. Her eyes open wide seeing his full erection. He grins mischievously. "Is this the first mans penis you've ever seen baby," he said stroking his erection. Her voice trembles. "Yes it is. But, why are you getting naked?" He replies in a calm soothing voice. "Because I don't wanna get oil on my favorite sweatpants. Now don't worry beautiful, just lay back and enjoy." Climbing on the bed he straddles her body and scoots back, scooting back he lets his nut sack and cock glide along the soft skin of her belly. This is almost to much for him to take, he almost orgasms prematurely. Rhiannon cant take her eyes off his penis. He's an average size man, his cock's at least seven inches at full erection. To her it looks enormous, its length and thick girth worries her. His nuts are hairy, his pubic hair tickles her soft skin as it rubs against her bare flesh. He begins gently massaging the oil into her small firm developing breast, she likes how it feels. "Your titties are developing nicely, they're so firm and round for a girl your age. How does it feel baby. If I'm hurting you just tell me, because like I said before, I have no intention of hurting you." Rubbing oil into her breast, he touches her nickel size areolas. Gently massaging her nipples, observing them as they grow long and hard to his touch. She speaks in an almost inaudible breathless whisper. "Mmm, this does feel good, giggle. You're the first boy to ever touch me like this." Her sweet breathless words make him feel good about what he's doing. "And I'm honored that you've let me, be the first boy to touch you like this," he chuckles softly. "I think I'm enjoying this, even more then you are." Seeing she's comfortable with him, he begins massaging his way lower. Letting his hard cock and balls glide back and forth along the soft skin of her bare leg as he works his way lower. Seeing her eyes are closed, he takes a second; just wanting to touch the tip of his penis against the outer folds of her cunt lips. Feeling what he's doing she wakes from her relaxed state, speaking in panicked protest. "Hey, you said you wouldn't hurt me," her voice trembles out loudly. He pulls away. "Now calm down sweetie, I'm not putting it all the way in. I'll take it away, please don't be afraid." He leans over wanting to give her a kiss. Her eyes open wide with fear as his face comes close to hers. "Its ok babe, I just wanna kiss you. Open your mouth just a little, and I'll show you how to French kiss." She opens her mouth, but only to ask a question. Before getting her question out his lips touch hers. Feeling the tip of his tongue touch her lips ever so slightly, she sticks her tongue out tasting his. He licks her tongue, not enough to make her choke but enough to let her experience the pleasure of her first French kiss. She wraps her arms around his neck enjoying her first kiss. Her reaction is a bit surprising, but it pleases him just the same. Pre cum drips from the tip of his cock, a sticky stream of natural lubricant sticks to her leg. He pulls away from the kiss, she smiles looking up at him with a puzzled look in her eyes. "Is that really how French people kiss?" she enquires with a smile. He tells her a little white lie. "Yes that's how they kiss in France. Did you like it, do you wanna do it again?" She giggles before replying enthusiastically. "Yes, lets do it again." Kissing her again, he finds she's a fast learner. She opens her lips just enough to let his tongue touch hers. As they kiss he places his cock between her soft slender legs, he pulls away from the kiss still letting his cock stroke the soft warm flesh between her legs. She feels the heat of his manhood touching her sex. "I want to lick your cunny, will you let me do that for you." "Giggle...That sounds disgusting. I pee from there." He kisses her earlobe, a warm sensation of pleasure sails through her young body. He begs wanting to taste her sweet sex. "Please let me do it. I know you'll like it, I'm really good at it." "Ok you can do it...But please, don't put your thing in my vagina." "All right," he exclaims. "Time to eat your pussy for dessert." He pulls his sticky cock from between her legs and prepares to lie on his belly with his face between her legs. She watches his hard cock wiggle as he moves with intense fascination, asking with childish curiosity. "Does your penis hurt when it gets all hard like that?" He strokes his cock. "Yes, especially when there's a pretty girl in my bed teasing me the way you are by not letting me put it in her cunny." She frowns. "I'm sorry, but its just too big....I know it will hurt me." Although he does plan on eventually fucking this sweet girl, he knows something else she can do for him later. But for now, knowing she'll come back to see him once he evokes her sexual curiosities. He'll satisfy her with a little adult cunnalingus. He loves eating pussy, and it's been years since he's eaten a young girls sex. "Ok baby raise your knees up, and spread those pretty legs of your nice an wide for me." She giggles nervously doing as he says. Now he has a good view of her sex, he sees the beginning growth of reddish brown pubic hair growing just above the almost bright pink folds of her cunt lips. Laying belly down with his face near her beautiful pink virgin cunt, he inhales her sweet aroma. He tastes just a faint hint of urine, it excites him. He laps his tongue over her developing clit, doing this he tastes the fact that this young girl is truly enjoying her first sexual experience. Her body reacts to the warm wet sensation of his mouth tongue and breath on her pussy, unintentionally moaning and rocking her hips. He licks and sucks her clit and cunt lips. She moans softly, her pelvis and hips begin pushing harder against his mouth and invading tongue. Licking and sucking her sex, he looks up. She has her head tilted back, her blue eyes are half shut they're fluttering showing she's enjoying his oral attention. He cant help but tell her. "Mmm...You're enjoying this aren't you baby!" She doesn't speak, she cant make her lips move. Her young inexperienced mind and body cant comprehend what's happening. She moans. "I like it" He goes back to work, licking and sucking her sensitive lips also masturbating her clit with the tips of his fingers. A major orgasm washes over her body, starting from her sex flowing down her knees, her toes curl, the tips of her ears tingle, her nipples tingle, her eyelids flutter, she moans like a woman. She wants to speak, wanting to say. "Stop it Chester, you're making me feel too good." But she cant make a sound that even resembles words of any kind. Chester's mouth and lips finally tire, he pulls his face away. His chin and lips are covered with her girl cum. Looking up he watches her cum, she humps the air way after he stops eating her. Finally she comes to a rest, he sees her chest rise and fall gasping for air. He sees her heart beat pounding against her rib gage. He raises up from the bed, his cock's still painfully hard. Lying beside her he places his girl cum covered lips to hers. She tastes her pussy on his lips, knowing her own flavor because of her daily masturbation ritual of playing with herself then licking her fingers clean. She opens her lips accepting his kiss, they kiss until Chester pulls away. He looks into her blue eyes asking a deep question. "So Rhiannon. Was that good touch, or bad touch." Remembering the question he asked once before in his living room. She giggle telling him with a smile. "It was good touch. Can you do it again!!" "Ha..ha. Nope cant, my mouth and tongue are all warn out. Now its your turn to take care of me sweetie. I want you to suck my cock, it's only fair sweetheart!" Her face snarls up. "But you pee from your penis. I don't think I can do what you want." "Yes and you pee from your pussy, but I still went down on you. And might I add, your pussy taste just like sweet Michigan cherries." "Giggle" Michigan cherries! But we live in Iowa. Why doesn't it taste like Iowa cherries." "Because the only damned thing we grow in Iowa is corn, and you don't taste like corn." He looks at the clock, seeing it's going on seven thirty. "Now come on Rhiannon. I need you to please me, we have just enough time for you to make me cum." She cracks a smile. "Ok I'll do it. What do I do. I'm a virgin I don't know anything about sex and stuff." He kneels on the bed with his legs straddling her body, she's laying her head against a stack of pillows. He explains what he wants. "Wrap your right hand around my cock, use your left hand to play with my nuts. Then of course, here's the most important part of a proper blow job. Put my cock in your mouth, suck on it like its a baby bottle. Play with my nuts and jack me off while you suck me." She holds his cock and touches his nuts. Her soft hands and fingers send warm intense pleasure running from his cock and nuts over his fifty-eight year old body. He moaned. "Ahh Yes...Ok, wrap those sexy lips of yours around the tip of my cock then suck me and jack me off with your hand. Come on baby, I know you can do it." She hears his voice tremble instructing how to give a grown man her first blow job. Without any more coaching, she wraps her soft warm lips over the sensitive circumcised head of his cock. "Yes that feels wonderful baby. Now I want you to stroke your hand up and down my cock, at the same time your doing that rock your head and lips back and forth while sucking and licking it at the same time." She had thought the idea of doing this disgusting at first, but once she actually tastes the salty white flesh of his cock, she finds it to be quite exciting. Looking at him, he seems to be enjoying what she's doing. She's not afraid anymore, now she just wants to make her new friend happy. As she strokes and sucks his cock, his body trembles, he moans in ecstasy. "Ahhhh yes. Oh baby, you're doing so good." He peers down at her, she's looking up at him with her beautiful deep blue eyes. He feels her teeth. "Ouch. Now make sure you keep those teeth tucked under your lips baby." She pulls away speaking with his large cockhead against her lips. "I'm sorry did I hurt...." He reaches down placing his hand on her head. "That's ok baby. I know it's your first blow job, your doing good. Please don't stop." He places his hand over her hand where she's holding his nuts telling her. "Rub my nuts baby. I like having my nuts played with!" She fondles him gently, he moans softly. She looks up, he's smiling at her. She begins sucking and stroking him faster. He feels the beginning of an orgasm building, but looks over at the clock. It's going on seven forty-five. Seeing he's running out of time, he tells her. "Stroke me and suck me faster baby. Ahhh...Make me cum!" Her lips make slurping sucking sounds as she bobs her head back'n forth. Holding his cock meat, it seems to be getting warmer. Feeling a tingling sensations in her pussy, she cant believe she's actually enjoying the taste of his salty cock. Chester feels warm tingling sensations of an orgasm beginning in his testicles. Part of his mind wants to warn the girl he's about to shoot thick loads of fresh warm sperm into her sweet young mouth, but his slightly demented mind tells him. No, she needs to eat my cum. I need to feed this little girl my cum. His cum erupts inside her mouth. "Oh god yes Rhiannon....You made me cum." He fucks her mouth grunting, telling her. "Yeah baby suck it, suck it...Yes...Ahhhh eat my cum. Swallow it...ahhh." She tastes warm sperm flowing from his cock, it hits the back of her throat. She tries swallowing it but gags. Hearing her gag he pulls from her mouth, hoping she won't be angry with him for not warning of his sudden eruption. She tastes a mans sperm for the first time, not sure what it is. Its thick warm and salty. Gooey, she thinks, but not bitter. Cupping a hand under her mouth, she spit the white sticky semen into her palm. She speaks looking at him with angry eyes. "You didn't tell me this stuff was inside you....What is it Chester?" He comes back to his senses, seeing it's time for some major damage control. He doesn't want to scare the girl of his dreams away over just a little sperm. "I'm sorry I should've warned you. Its sperm or semen, or as we adults refer to it, cum." "I know what semen is, it's the stuff that makes baby's." She slaps him on the shoulder with her empty hand. "Ouch..Hey now calm down sweetheart." Never being a violent man, he doesn't retaliate. Instead he calmly rolls away and lies down beside her on the bed. She yells at him. "Darn you Chester. Now I'm going to get pregnant." He laughs, it doesn't help matters at all. Her blue eyes glare at him. "Oh don't worry, you won't get pregnant if you swallow sperm." He lifts her sperm covered palm to his lips, licking his own cum from her hand. Trying not to gag he tells her. "See I ate it...I like eating my own stuff." "Ooh that's disgusting," she looks at the clock. "Chester please don't be mad at me, but I need to go home now!" As she about to get out of bed, he pulls her back down, but a little too quickly. Fearing he's going to hit her she screams. He looked in her eyes, telling her in calm gentle voice. "Hey now sweetheart don't panic, I just want a kiss before you go," he gently holds her face with one hand, while planting a lite kiss on her lips. She knows she should pull away, but it must've been the warmth of his lips or the gentleness of his touch. She wraps her arms around his neck, he lays her back down on the pillows. She tastes cum on his lips, and although she's young and inexperienced, it excites her. Tingling sensations wash over her body, her heartbeats faster with every second of the kiss. Chapter 4. The phone call. Ring...ring. Rhiannon hears her cell phone ringing, it's in the pocket of the denim skirt she wore to his house. Her skirts in the living room, in a pile along with her blouse panties shoes and socks. Chester hears it too, his heart pounds hard against his fifty-eight year old chest. She undrapes her arms from his neck and pushes him away. Jumping from the bed she says. "That's my cell phone. I think mom's calling me." He leans his head on an upturned hand, enjoying the sight of his preteen girl friends bare ass as she runs out of his room. Out of sight around the corner he hears her young voice answering her phone. "Hi mommy." Her mother replies in an angry voice. "Rhiannon where are you. I called the house phone, you didn't answer. Are you outside or something." "No mom, I'm over at a friends house," after saying this she wishes she could take it back. Her mother's voice changes to a happier tone. "Oh cool honey, is she a friend from school. What's her name?" Rhiannon stutters nervously. "Um...Well mom, his names Chester Mcalister." "Chester, who?... Are you at a boys house Rhiannon?" "No Mom I'm not at a boys house. Mr. Mcalister is a man." Mrs. Jones's Mood changes from calm back to fearful angry. "Rhiannon. Why the hell are you at a mans house. Put this man friend of your's on the phone I wanna speak with him, right now." Gulp. "Yes mommy." Chester hears her mother yelling in her ear, as he pulls his sweatpants back on, he's been standing behind her listening in. Rhiannon turns around finding him standing behind her. Covering the mouth piece she whispers. "She wants to talk with you." He take the phone then points to her cloths, silently telling her without speaking to get dressed. He answers in a calm charming vice. "Well hello Mrs. Jones, how are you tonight." "Mr. Mcalister I'd be much better, if my little girl hadn't just told me she's at some strange mans house. Now tell me Mr. Mcalister do you always invite young children into your house, without speaking with their mothers first. And by the way is your wife home, I'd like to speak with her too." Her anger almost unnerves him but he stays calm, he's been in worse situations during his time as a photojournalist. "I should call the police on you sir, what's your address." "Now Mrs. Jones, there's no need for the police. I happen to be a personal friend of the county sheriff and his deputies. I'm sure if you spoke with Sheriff Jackson, or any of his deputies. They would all tell you I'm a very trustworthy man. Oh by the way, Mrs. Jones I didn't get your first name." Calming down she tells him her name, he plasters on every bit of his charm. "Well It's so nice to meet you Melissa, your daughters been telling me so many nice things about you. But she never told me your first name." As Rhiannon dresses she listens in, at first hearing her mothers angry voice. But Chester lays his charming ways in her mothers ear, and it seems in no time flat they're talking like old friends. "I'm so sorry to hear about your husbands passing Melissa. I know how it feels to lose someone, my wife died six months ago, and my father was killed in action in Vietnam....Yes I can tell she misses her daddy. Oh yes that's right she did say she's going to visit her grandfather. Well sure I'd love to meet you for coffee tonight." The call ends. Rhiannon's sitting on the couch tying her shoes, he sits next to her placing a hand on her shoulder. "Well your mom seems very nice now that I've talked to her." He speak seriously, looking into her eyes. "Now lets talk about us. You know your mom would never approve of what I did with you this evening, so please make sure you don't mention anything....Like, how I took pictures of you in your bra and panties, or that I gave you a booby massage, and that I licked your juicy little vagina until you orgasmed like a big girl. And most of all. Don't tell her...Or anyone else that, you sucked my cock." He rubs her the back giving her a reassuring smile. "Sweetheart, don't ever be afraid that I'd hurt you to keep my ass out of jail. But if you consider yourself my friend, you should keep this a secret," he hugs her body a little closer flashing a charming smile. "So are we friends, or not?" Her eyes light up, she smiles. "Yes we're friends. I was scared at first, when you started messing with me. But the things you did felt really good." She stands up and steps between his legs, wraps her arms around his neck then gives him a kiss. He feels the tip of her tongue against his lips. He places his hands on her ass, while kissing her back. Breaking from the kiss, she looks into his eyes speaking in a serious young voice. "Don't worry I'll keep this a secret. I know what you did with me is considered wrong," she flashes an alluring smile. "But I like what you did." He smiles realizing he's just committed a perfect seduction. A thought comes to mind. "Can I get your cell number. I'll give you my number, you can call or text me while your visiting your grandparents." He flashes a charming smile. "Now that we're friends we should keep in touch, right?" "Now I better take you home sweetheart, I'm really looking forward to meeting your mom. Hey does she have a boyfriend." "Yeah she's dating some guy from the hospital. She wants to spend time alone with the guy this weekend while I'm visiting my grandparents. I don't like him, but she thinks he's great." He grabs his jacket from a hook near the door, ideas to spend more time with the pretty auburn haired blue eyed preteen come to mind. "Hey when I meet your mom tonight, I'll ask her if I can keep an eye on you while she's at work. That is unless what you and I did tonight freaked you out. Maybe you don't wanna see me again?" "Yes I'd like to see you again. What we did was really different," there's an uncertain look in her eyes. "I guess you'll want me to suck on your thingy again, right?" He cant help but laugh. "Why yes sweetheart, I liked it when you sucked my thingy...I mean cock. Yes I want you to do that again," he pats her on the back. "You just need a little practice that's all." Without warning he picks her up and presses her body against the wall. He speaks looking into her blue eyes. "Kiss me goodnight baby girl," he said. She wraps her arms around his neck, her soft warm lips meet his. She feels his tongue against her lips. Kissing her, he begins thrusting his hips against her panty covered cunt. It turns her on, but also makes her feel dirty and shameful. Breaking from the kiss he whispers in her ear. "There are so many things, I'm going to teach you Rhiannon Jones." Chapter 5. The walk home. His visit with Rhiannon's mother went well. Now as he walks home through the cold October night, lyrics from the old song called Rhiannon keep playing in his head. "Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night, and wouldn't you love to love her. Take to the sky like a bird in flight, and who will be her lover?" He smiles thinking of the last verse of the old song and whispers out loud. "I'll be Rhiannon's lover. Be it right, or wrong." Placing fingertips to his nose, he inhales the scent of her sex. Her scent brings fond memories of every taboo thing he's done with her tonight. It's a cold autumn night but his body is warm due to thoughts of future sessions with her. He's smiling, if any of his friends or neighbors see this smile they might ask him if he's in love. If only they knew he's infatuated with a young girl named Rhiannon Jones, what would they think of him then? End of part 1

Once Will was back in school I had to get out and find a job. I was amazed to get the first one I interviewed for. It helped that Id worked as a secretary in a law firm before and, since both partners were older men, I let a little cleavage show. I knew that they hired me to be eye candy at first but my organizational skills and previous experience smoothed out a couple of bumps for them and made them a little more professional with me. A year slipped by and the law firm grew. I was promoted to office manager and loved having more responsibility. And the money was really good too. We hired a couple of fresh out of law school lawyers and they settled in. One of the two, Ben, caught my eye right away. He had a very bright smile and gorgeous blue eyes. He worked out and was very fit. I could see the way his muscles moved under his shirt when he had his jacket off and I had to resist the urge, more than once, to pull open that shirt and see how good he looked. The only bad thing about Ben was the thin band of gold encircling his left ring finger. As the year wore on and I got to know Ben more, I couldnt help but feel jealous of his wife. She had one of the best husbands ever. Ben tended to take the cases the other lawyers werent interested in. He took on the people who didnt have a lot of money but needed someone to defend them. More than once he was yelled at by the partners for accepting payment plans that they felt werent worth their time. He liked to stand up for the guy who couldnt stand up for himself. He was a champion of the underdog and I found myself more than once just standing around talking to him because of how good it felt to be around someone as good as him. A couple of months later Bens attitude started to change. He was a little shorter with everyone and tended to stay as late as he could before going home. It was obvious to everyone that something bad was happening in his home life but we let him be, hoping things would get better. They didnt. I was carrying the mail back to my office when I heard Will yelling. I told you I didnt want to take any calls today goddammit! He yelled. How the fuck hard is that for you to understand, Iris? But I dont want to hear it! Just get the fuck out and leave me alone! Iris rushed out of his office, tears running down her face. I followed her to the bathroom and caught the door before she could close it. I stepped into the bathroom with her and closed and locked the door behind us. I pulled her into my arms and held her while she wept. When her tears had stopped I got her a couple of tissues and waited while she blew her nose. When she was under control, I asked, What happened with Ben? He told me he wasnt taking calls, she said. But it was his wife and he always takes her calls so I transferred it to him. I didnt know, Lizzi. Its okay, sweetie, I told her. Ill go talk to him and get this resolved. I dont want to get fired, she said. It was just a mistake. Iris, youre not getting fired, I said. Everything will be okay. I promise. While she cleaned herself up, I left the bathroom and marched towards Bens office. Each step I could feel my rage boiling hotter and hotter. By the time I got to his door I was ready to take his fucking head off. I walked into his office and closed the door behind me. He looked up and, seeing me, sighed. What now? He asked. I walked up to his desk and said, Ben, if you ever talk to anyone in this office like that ever again two things are going to happen. I will make it my sole mission in life to see you fired. I dont care who I have to pay off or fuck to do it. Second, I will kick you in the nuts so hard your kids feel it. Understand? His eyes went wide and he stood up. How dare you talk to me like that? Fuck you, I said. How dare you talk to Iris the way you did? She transferred your wife to you. It wasnt a client, it was your wife. You never said not to transfer her. Bullshit! he snapped. I said no calls at all. Whats so hard to understand there, Lizzi? I rolled my eyes and said, Do you know how many times youve said no calls and Ive transferred her to you? When you started, you specifically told me that, even on days you say no calls, youll always take hers. So if you dont want to talk to her, you tell us no calls and that includes my wife. Whats so hard to understand there, Ben? He glared at me for a minute before sitting back down and turning to his computer, ignoring me. And one last thing, I said. If theres shit going on at home, you leave it at home. Dont bring it in here and dump it all over the rest of us. Got it? He kept ignoring me so I turned and walked out of his office. I went back to my office and tried to concentrate on work. About an hour later he poked his head into my office and asked, Can you come here for a second? I gave him a long glare before I got up and followed him over to Iriss desk. With me, the other secretary and two paralegals watching, he said, Iris, I am so sorry about how I treated you earlier. It was unacceptable. If you say the word, I will walk turn in my resignation right now. You shouldnt ever have anyone treat you like that. She stared at him, her mouth hanging open. If there was one thing lawyers did not do, it was apologize. Id been yelled at by more than one and, somehow, it always turned out to be my fault. Ben was breaking another rule. Its okay, she said quietly. No, its not, he said to her. Ill never do it again. I promise. Okay, she said. He looked back at me and I could see the shame and humility in his eyes. I kept my face blank but inside I was actually happy with him. It takes a real man to admit his mistakes and hed done it in a very public way. I was proud of him. He walked back to his office and closed the door behind him. Iris looked at me and asked, Did I do the right thing? He screwed up pretty big, I admitted. But, to do that in front of everyone like that, that takes gut and Id say he truly meant it. She nodded and we all went back to work. I stayed a little late since Will was gone with his father for the summer. The house just seemed to quiet without him there. When I couldnt bring myself to look at one more overdue bill, I shut down my computer and made my way to the door. As I was passing Bens office I saw he was still here too. He was sitting in his chair, leaning it back as far as he could, and just staring at the ceiling. That looks really uncomfortable, I said. It is, he replied, sitting that way for a moment longer before he leaned forward and looked at me. Are you staying late? I asked. He snorted and said, Yeah. I stepped into his office and said, Look, I know somethings going on at home. Its kind of obvious. If you need someone to talk to or something, just say so. Maybe talking will help you get it off your chest and help you feel better. He stared at me before long time before he said, My wifes cheating on me. Ouch, I said. Yeah, he replied. I caught her and she promised it was a onetime thing, it was a mistake and that it would never happen again. That lasted about a week. I went home for lunch and saw his car in our driveway. Hows that for a giant fuck you? Shes fucking him in our bed while Im at work. Hell, she even has the balls to have him park in our driveway! Why dont you just leave her? I asked. He sighed and said, I dont know! Even after all of this, I still love her. I want to try and work this out somehow but I dont know what to do. Sometimes theres nothing you can do, I said. When I found out my ex was cheating on me it tore me up. I had to move back here to get away from him and put my life back together. It took a really good friend to help me see there was nothing I could have done. I just wonder if theres something I did wrong or that Im not doing, he said. I laughed and said, God, you sound just like I did. I kept wondering what I did wrong and you know what? I didnt do anything wrong. Tim just wasnt feeling manly enough and so he had to go out and get some from someone else. His fuckup, his loss. I just dont know what to do, he admitted. And thats the problem, I told him. Until you do figure it out youre going to make yourself, and everyone around you, miserable. Now go home. I started towards the door but he stopped me halfway. Can I ask you something? Sure, I said. Would you have really fucked Mr. Broski to get me fired? He asked, a grin tugging at his lips. Mr. Bronski was one of the two partners and, we were pretty sure, was old enough to have invented dirt. I made a gagging sound and said, If youd kept being a dick Id have closed my eyes and taken one for the team. Gross! He said. The guys skin looks like leather. Hey, I like leather, I said, the words flying out of my mouth before I could stop them. Ben grinned at me as I felt my face turn red. Thats good to know, Lizzi, he said. Im going home before I embarrass myself anymore, I said. Good night, Ben. Night, Lizzi. ***** The next couple of days, Ben and I talked a little more each night after work. On Friday, when we were the last two again, he asked, Are you hungry? Are you asking me out to dinner? He blushed, which I found incredibly cute, and said, I just figured its late and were both hungry and I like talking to you so we should combine all that. I smiled at him and said, Okay, lets go. We went out and had an amazing time. We laughed and talked about some of the things wed done as kids. I had a couple of glasses of wine more than I should have and, as we were leaving, I stumbled and Ben had to catch me. The feel of his arm holding me up was delicious and I was a little sad when he let me go. He drove me home and even walked me to my door. Thank you, he said. For what? I asked. I feel a hell of a lot better, he said. I havent had this much fun in a long time. I didnt know how bad I needed this! I smiled and put my hand on his cheek. Youre a good man, Ben, I said. Your wifes an idiot for risking losing such a good guy. He smiled and put his hand over mine. Thank you, Lizzi. We stood there for a moment, just staring into each others eyes before we leaned closer. My hand slipped off of his face as his lips touched mine. I kissed him slowly, enjoying the feel of his arms as he wrapped them around me. Our tongues danced against each other and I slid my hands down his back, feeling the strong muscles hidden by his shirt. Suddenly, he broke the kiss and stepped back, his eyes wide. Lizzi, Im sorry, he said. I shouldnt have done that. Ben I have to go, he said, cutting me off and almost running for his car. I watched him go and shook my head. I shouldnt have kissed him. Hell, I should have touched him like that, especially after having too much wine. Irritated at myself, I let myself into my house and was getting ready for bed when I realized my car was still parked at work and Id have to take a taxi to go get it. Shit, I said, collapsing on my bed and banging my fists on my pillows. ***** When Monday rolled around, Ben and I barely said a word to each other. I could feel the tension in the air when he was around and did everything I could to avoid him. By Wednesday I couldnt take it anymore. After everyone had left for the day, I walked into his office and said, We have to talk. He looked at me and said, Yeah, we do. Look, I said. We kissed. I was buzzed and Im sure you were a little too and things got a little out of control is all. Lets just put it behind us and move on. He smiled and said, Thats one thing I like about you, Lizzi. You get right to the point. I shrugged and said, It makes things easier. True, he said. Im glad you came in here tonight. I was going nuts trying to figure out how to bring this up. You should know by now that, when it comes to me, just say whats on your mind, I said. Thats another thing I like about you. I know right where I stand with you, he said, getting up and coming around the desk. So are you saying Im a mouthy bitch? I asked. Id never say that! He said. Then, after a hesitation, To your face. I gasped, feigning shock, and gave him both middle fingers. He laughed and said, And youre so ladylike! I grinned and said, You have no idea. No, I dont, he said quietly. I felt a shiver work its way up my spine. Was it just my imagination or had that been a flirty comment? I took a tentative step closer and said, Well, if you got to know me better youd see how much of a lady I can be. When he stepped closer to me, I knew he was flirting. I just wondered how far we were going to let this go. Id love to get to know you better, Lizzi, he said. I smiled and took the last step that separated us. I put my hands on his chest and said, Im all yours. I could feel his heart racing in his chest as he whispered. Are you sure? I answered by stretching up and kissing him. Our lips parted and out tongues played as I rubbed my hands against his chest. As our kiss grew hungrier, I unbuttoned his shirt and slid my hands inside. His chest was shaved bare and I could feel the smooth skin of his muscles. I slid my hands across his abs, feeling each ridge of muscle as my hand slid lower. I grabbed his belt and pulled it loose. I undid his pants and let them fall to his feet. I stepped back and stared at his magnificent body. He slipped his shirt off and the only thing left hidden from me was the thing I wanted most. I got on my knees in front of him, enjoying it as his eyes widened. I put my fingers under the waistband of his boxers and slid them down, exposing his rock hard cock. I leaned forward and licked my way from the base of his shaft to the tip, making his shudder with pleasure. I wrapped my hands around his cock and took him into my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down on his hard length until he grabbed my hair and pulled me off of him. God, Lizzi, I need you, he said. I stood up and kissed him deeply as his hands worked the buttons of my blouse. I giggled when he got stuck and stepped back from him. Sit, I ordered him. He went to the leather sofa and sat, staring at me. Slowly, I unbuttoned my blouse, making a show of it for him. I turned my back to him and, bit by bit, I slipped my blouse off, exposing each inch of my back. I let the blouse drop to the ground and reached back to unzip my skirt. I gradually unzipped it, exposing as little skin as I could before I finally let it fall to the floor, letting him see the black thing that hid hardly anything. With his eyes on my ass, his hand crept into his lap and touched his cock. Realizing what hed done, he quickly pulled his hand away. Its okay, I said. His eyes managed to get a little wider and he asked, Really? I nodded and he took his cock in his hand and stroked it up and down. Seeing him touching his cock and looking at me turned me on more than words could express. I watched him for a moment more before I reached behind me and unclasped my bra. I slipped it off, still standing with my back to him, not letting him see anything yet. I stepped out of my shoes and, standing with my legs spread, I hooked my fingers under my thong and slid it down. I bent down low, letting him get a good long look at my ass. He stood up and came over to me. I straightened up as he pulled me against him. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my lower back as his hands cupped my breasts. He rubbed my breasts while he kissed my shoulders. His fingers pinched my hard nipples, making me whimper. I want you so bad right now, Lizzi, he whispered in my ear. Do you want me like this? I asked. Yes! he said. On the desk. I stepped away from him and walked over to his desk. With one hand I knocked his paper, pens, keyboard and mouse off of the desk. I looked back at him over my shoulder and said, Oops! You are so bad, he said. Yes, I am, I said, giving him a wink. Wanna spank me? He rushed across the room and pressed himself against me. He pushed me down, so I was bent over his desk with my legs spread for him. He pressed his cock against my very wet pussy and slid into me. I gasped as his length slid deep inside me. He let out a long groan as he pulled out and slid in again. He slapped his hand against me ass and I let out a moan. He pulled my hair back and asked, You like that dont you? God yes! I said, earning myself another hard slap on my ass. He thrust himself deep into me again and again. He let go of my hair and grabbed my hips so he could ram himself harder into me. He pounded his cock deep into my pussy and then suddenly pulled away. I turned and found him standing there, trying to catch his breath. Whats wrong? I asked. He looked up me and his face was burning with embarrassment. Im close, he said. So? I asked. I wanted to last longer and, besides, we dont have any protection. I laughed and said, Im fixed so no worries there. Well, all we have is Im going to go off way too quick, he grumbled. I walked over to him and took his face in my hands. I kissed him once and said, I dont care. I want you to cum I want to see you cum for me. He bit his lip and I swore I saw tears in his eyes before he leaned in and kissed me deeply. I pushed him back to the sofa and made him sit. I straddled him and lowered myself on to his hard cock. I slid up and down him as his lips and tongue explored my breasts. His tongue flicked against my nipple, sending little shivers of pleasure down my spine. He sucked my nipple into his mouth as I rode him faster. He gripped my hips and thrust into me hard. He groaned and I felt his cock pulse inside me. He let out a louder moan as he came deep inside me. I ground myself hard against his cock, making his whole body shudder from the sensation. Finally, he fell back against the sofa and tried to catch his breath. I sat on him, watching his face and just enjoying myself. He opened his eyes and looked at me. Sorry, he said. For what? I asked. You didnt cum and I was really quick. I feel like I put my fingers over his lips to stop him. Im guessing you havent had sex in a while, have you? He shook his head and said, Its been almost four months. How longs it been since you jacked off? I asked. His face got red and he tried to turn away from me but I caught his chin in my hand and made him look at me. Ben, all guys jack off and all women know they do, I told him. We just dont tell you we know. Its been about a week or so, he admitted. So you were really pent up, I said. I bet if we went again youd last a lot longer and wed both get off. Theres going to be a round two? He asked with a grin. I laughed and said, After you feed me. Im starving! I slid off of him and we started to get dressed. I was buttoning my blouse when I turned and had to ask him, When I was doing my strip tease, why did you go to touch yourself and then stop? His face got red again, something I was enjoying way too much, and he said, My wife doesnt like me to do stuff like that. She says its degrading to women. I nearly fell over I was laughing so hard. When I managed to catch my breath I said, That is so wrong! Im sorry, Ben, but thats stupid. If a woman is turning a man on so bad he cant control himself like that, it means shes got him right where she wants him and can do anything with him. Its power not degradation. He smiled and said, I like the way you think. I could tell, I said, giving him a grin. We finished getting dressed and I looked over at all of his stuff that Id knocked off of his desk. Should we clean up first? I asked. Nah, he said. Itll all be here tomorrow. I took another look at the mess and a thought occurred to me. From the hair pulling and spanking, Im guessing she doesnt like it rough, does she? I asked. He shook his head. No wonder you were so pent up, I said. He chuckled and then got serious. Lizzi, are we going to be okay with all of this? He asked. I walked over and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Ben, things might get a little weird between us, I said. Well have dinner and wind up back at my place for round two. Tomorrow youre going to feel guilty and probably avoid me for a while. Until you cant take it anymore and either throw me on the desk again or tell me it can never happen again. You do tell it how it is, dont you? I shrugged and said, I just want you to know where you stand. Youre a friend with benefits. Im not looking for a husband or a new father for my son. Im looking to have a little fun with a friend is all. If something more comes after you left your wife, it does. But, make sure you understand this, Im not asking you to leave your wife. If you and her work things out tomorrow, thats cool. Ill be happy for you. If you dont then you dont. He shook his head and asked, You like to be in charge dont you? I wear the pants in the relationship, I said, then looked down at myself. Except when I wear the skirt. I like the not wearing the skirt part myself, he said. I grinned and said, Lets go get dinner and we can see about getting me out of this skirt again. We had a quick dinner, neither one of us wanting to linger over the dinner when there were so many other things we could be doing. Ben followed me back to my house and we parked in the garage so nobody would know where he was. He followed me into the house and I led him to my bedroom. I sat on the edge of my bed and he stood, looking very nervous, at my door. Can I ask you something? He nodded and I asked, Why are you so nervous? He blushed and looked down at the floor. My wife and I have been together since high school. Youre only the second woman Ive ever been with, he said. I felt my jaw drop at that news. I had a hunch both of them had been virgins too. It would explain his wanting something a little wilder. It would also explain why she was having an affair. Having meatloaf for dinner every night might feed you but sometimes you wanted some pasta or a taco instead. And youve never had an affair? I asked. No, he answered. Until she started screwing around I was happy. We did it when we did and it was good. And now shes off doing whoever and here you are, I said. Yeah, he said. Well, what do you want to do, Ben? What do you mean? He asked. I laughed and said, You have a woman whos very willing to be naughty, she sitting on her bed and all youre doing is standing there. Tell me what you want. I want you, he said. I smiled and stood up from the bed. I walked over to him and put my hands on his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt. What do you want to do to me? I asked. I felt his body shaking from his nervousness and tried to hide a smile. I was enjoying this way too much. Everything, he whispered. I slid my hand down his chest and onto the hard lump in his pants. I rubbed my hands up and down the bugle of his erection and said, Youre going to need to be a little bit more specific. Tell me something naughty you want to do or that you want me to do. He licked his lips and in a shaky voice said, I want to watch your finger yourself. I grinned at him and, giving his cock and gentle squeeze, I walked back over to the bed. I stripped out of my clothes and stood naked before him, giving him a nice long look at me. I got on the bed and laid with my legs spread open for him to see my pussy. I slid my hands down my breasts and across my hard nipples. I slid them across my stomach and stopped them just above the small patch of my pubic hair. Im naked, why arent you? I asked. He pulled his clothes off so fast he almost fell over which sent me into a fit of giggles. Once hed recovered, he stood at my door, his hard cock jutting out in front of him. I eyed his cock and licked my lips. I slid my fingers down and rubbed my clit, watching his eyes widen as I touched myself. I rubbed little circles over my clit and let out little whimpers of pleasure as shivers ran up and down my spine. I slipped my fingers lower and teased him with rubbing the tip of my fingers between my pussy lips before I slid it deep into me. I let out a long moan of pleasure and I watched his hand wrap around his cock. As I fingered my wet pussy he stroked his cock. I pulled my finger out of my pussy and brought it to my face. I watched as he froze, even his stroking stopped, as I licked my wetness off of my finger. I licked it again and then slid my finger into my mouth. Ben let go of his cock and said, My God, Lizzi, that has to be the hottest the thing Ive ever seen! I grinned and asked, Why dont you come over here and feel the hottest and wettest thing youve ever felt? He practically leapt across the room and onto the bed with me. He lay on top of me, his cock pressing against my west pussy. He thrust forward, sliding into my wet and very needy pussy. I moved my hips with him, tremors of pleasure running through at the feel of his hard cock inside me. What do you want now, Ben? I asked. Do you want me to talk dirty? Do you want me to tell you to fuck me hard? He stared at me, trying to speak, as I prodded him some more. Or do you want to hold me down? I asked and watched his eyes go wide. Yeah, thats what you want, isnt it? You liked pinning me to the desk at work and pulling my hair. Hold me down, Ben. Take what you want from me. He grabbed my wrists and pinned my arms to the bed as he thrust himself harder into me. I rocked with him, whimpering with each deep thrust of his cock. He leaned down and mashed his mouth against mine. I kissed him back hard as he fucked me harder and harder. He broke the kiss and started to speak but stopped. He tried again and I finally asked, What is it? Tell me what you want. I want to cum on you, he said and I could hear a hint of shame in his voice. When you get close, pull out and straddle my stomach, I said. Ill take it from there. His thrusting became harder and faster and I felt my pussy quiver and I cried out as I came. He kept ramming his cock into my as my orgasm made the world go white and I screamed. I heard his breathing become rough and he whispered, Im close. He pulled out and straddled me like Id told him to do. I took his cock in my hands and stroked its slippery length. His cock swelled in my hand and the first load of his cum shot out and splattered on my chin and neck. The next loads shot out, splashing across the topes of my breasts. He gasped as the last full load of cum splashed out onto my belly. I stroked him for another couple of seconds and grinned up at him as he watched me stroke him. He had a huge grin on his face and it only got bigger as I got on my elbows and brought his cock to my mouth. I licked the last drop of cum off of the tip of his cock before sliding him into my mouth. I slid his cock out of my mouth and, with one last lick, let him go. He collapsed beside me on the bed and said, Youre amazing. I know, I said. I ran my finger through his cum, sliding my finger through the cum on my breasts. He saw what I was doing and gave me his full attention. I lifted my finger to my lips and licked off the drop of cum on my fingertip. His cock twitched and I giggled. He grinned and said, Ive never done anything like that. The closest Ive come to that is watching porn. I laughed and said, That was pretty tame compared to some of the stuff Ive done. Like what? He asked. I gave him a grin and said, Youll have to wait to find that out. Im feeling a little sticky so Im going to take a quick shower. Need any help? He asked. Getting clean? I asked. No. Getting dirty? Oh yes! I got off of the bed and went into the bathroom. I took a quick shower and dried myself off. When I came out of the shower I found Ben almost completely dressed. He gave me a sheepish look and said, I should be going. I dont want her to get suspicious of anything. I nodded and said, Okay. Tomorrow, when youre acting all weird towards me because you feel guilty, I wont take it personally. I wont do that to you, he said. I gave him a sad smile and said, Yes, you will. He came over and gave me a brief kiss before heading out. I got into bed and watched a little TV before falling into a restful sleep. ***** The next day, like Id expected, Ben was feeling guilty. He was nice. He was cordial and courteous but he was also distant. I could see and feel it when I was around him. I did my best to just keep things professional and, after a couple of days, things started to feel like they were going back to normal. While most of the office was out at lunch I brought some papers into his office and set them in his inbox. He looked up at me and smiled. I gave him a smile and walked back towards the door. Lizzi, why arent you at lunch? He asked. I turned around and shrugged, I brought a salad and already ate it. Besides, with everyone gone, I can finally get some work done around here. He nodded and glanced back at his computer. Why arent you at lunch? I asked. He sighed and said, This case is turning into a nightmare and I figured Id just plow through and see if I can get everything set up the way I want. You shouldnt do that, I said. If you dont eat itll just make it harder for you to concentrate. I know, he said. This thing just has me super tense. You should find a way to relax, Ben, I said. He turned his chair and gave me his full attention. I watched a little grin pull his lips up and he asked, Any suggestions? I smiled and said, I might have a few. Any of them youd care to share with me? He asked. I gave him a grin and then walked over to his door. I closed it and gently locked it, hoping nobody would he the click of the lock. I walked back over to him and came around his desk. I put my hands on the arms of his chair and leaned forward, giving him a nice view of my cleavage. Are you sure you want me to share with you? I asked. It might get messy. He gulped and said, Im very sure. I got down on my knees in front of him and slid my hands up his thighs. I slid them over the hard lump in his pants and up to his belt. I pulled his belt loose and then unbuttoned his pants. I unzipped his pants and pulled them open. His precum had made a wet spot on the front of his boxers and I slid my fingers over the wet spot. Stand up, I said. I scooted back a little so he could. With him in his feet, I pulled his pants to his ankles and then hooked my fingers under his waistband and pulled. His boxers slid down and his cock sprung free, standing stiffly at attention. Sit, I said. With him back in his chair, I leaned forward and took his cock in my hand. I slowly stroked him up and down. I leaned forward and ran the tip of my tongue around the head of his cock. He grabbed my hair and let out a low moan as I took the head of his cock into my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. He thrust his hips in time with my sucking and I had to put my hand son his hips to stop him from pushing is cock too deep into my mouth. I slid him out of my mouth and kissed my way down the bottom of his cock. I licked my way back up and took him into my mouth again. I bobbed my head up and down, faster and faster. I heard him gasp and he gripped my hair hard. I put my tongue over the tip of his cock and felt his first load of cum explode into my mouth. His cock shot cum into my mouth as he let out one long moan of pleasure. When the last of his cum dripped out of his cock and into my mouth, I stood up and grinned down at him. Feel better? I asked. All he could do was grin and nod his head. I laughed and said, You should put that way now, mister. He pulled his boxers and pants up and then fell back into his chair. If you need me for anything, Ill be in my office, I said, walking toward his door. I might need you for something after work, he said. I looked back at him over my shoulder and asked, Are you buying me dinner first? Of course, he said. We have dinner and then youre dessert. I grinned and said, I like the way you think. I left his office and, later on that night, dinner was good but dessert was so much better. We had our fun for a couple of weeks before his wife came home one day and begged him to forgive her. She told him everything; she was feeling like there wasnt enough spice in their lives, she wanted more and didnt know what she wanted until she almost lost it. They went to counseling and started trying new things and found they both liked a little kink in their lives. Ben never told her about me and we never talked about our short time together. It was just a good memory for both of us.

Comments are welcome: [email protected] Come and visit me at my new home (www.ednastales.org) Sweet Natasha Chapter 1 The bright and bulky clouds looked magnificent in the foreground of the clear blue sky; they looked like incandescent cotton balls adorning the picturesque sea of blue. Natasha had always found their sight soothing and therapeutic. She had learned a long time ago that focusing on them helped ease the anxiety she felt when flying. She hated planes; they terrified her. She had seen too many plane crashes in the news, at least too many for her own good. God forbid she would ever have to suffer such a violent death. It was one of her creepiest nightmares. Every time she walked down that narrow jet-way, her palms would sweat and her vision would become blurry. `I hate having to travel this way. Why can't I take a bus?' she thought. The smell of burnt rubber and coffee would get her every time; it revolted her. It signified the possibility of a journey with no return-a chance of losing her precious life. Today, gazing at the clouds through the very small window, the translucent mirror reflected the conflict in her green eyes. Their beauty was immeasurable, and their expressiveness was a transparent portal to the truth in her soul. Even on the pale and blurry reflection, the emerald eyes told the story of her agony and excitement. Something was troubling Natasha; it had her on the edge of her seat, nervous and feeling unstable. It wasn't the fact that she was about to start a new life as a freshman at the University of Alabama, and it wasn't the fact that she was sitting in an airplane, 35,000 feet up in the air. This was much bigger than that. It was the realization of an odd, unmatched feeling-a sensation creeping up on her slowly, yet powerfully, almost in a mystical manner. It was so strong that it managed to obscure every other emotion, fear, and distress in her life; it was so mighty that it promised to change her 18 naive years of life for good. Now, on her way to a brand new beginning as a college student, it was more intense than ever; it had her trembling and nervously looking around. In fact, it had her constantly looking back at seat 19C. `Natasha, control yourself!' she scolded her curiosity and imprudence. It was becoming impossible to stay inconspicuous, especially when she was being driven by such an uncontrollable force. `Gosh, is she aware of what she's doing?' Natasha thought to herself nervously. It was so clear, so beautiful, yet just a dream-a mere desire, an unattainable fantasy-relentlessly teasing her, testing her resolve. As she carefully looked back once again, a faint gasp escaped her lips. The blonde girl had unconsciously spread her thighs a bit more, giving Natasha an unobstructed view of her black panties. Feelings of guilt and remorse flooded her heart as she felt her mouth water from her lascivious ogling. `Thou shall not harbor impure thoughts,' she remembered her mother's words, loud and clear in her head. But she couldn't help entertaining these lascivious thoughts. They seemed to occupy her mind constantly-torturing her, driving her insane, making her wonder things, sinful things, things inappropriate for a decent and religious girl. `Natasha you can do it. Liberate yourself or you shall be condemned to....' Her thought was suddenly interrupted when she heard giggling coming from behind her. Turning again, this time to inspect the commotion, she noticed that the blonde girl was avidly playing and joking around with her friends. Her jacket had the emblem of the University of Alabama, accompanied by the words `Crimson Tide' emblazoned in red. By the uniform she and her friends were wearing, it was obvious they were part of a cheerleading squad. As the blonde girl playfully shuffled around in her seat, she unconsciously spread her legs further, placing her right knee against the armrest. The result was an overt display, which had Natasha once again in the balance between thoughts of lust and pleas for redemption. `Gawd, how beautiful....' The view of an exposed crotch framed by creamy thighs was so poetic, and disturbingly alluring. It meant so much to her, but she didn't know why. Possibly it was the promise of the unknown, of the prohibited; maybe it was the answer to a reckless desire, a passion that was slowly taking over her life. As she contemplated the black panties, she wondered what mysteries lay behind them, what perplexities rested in its confinements-perhaps a whole new world to discover, unimaginable conquests. Maybe she'd find the essence of happiness, the universe of never-ending joy that she knew existed somewhere. She could only imagine what magical perfume permeated the black garment, what enchanting and forbidden musk caressed it. `It must smell like roses down there,' she thought to herself as she dreamed of the possibilities. Yet, it seemed so distant, so far away-only helpless wonderings that fueled her curiosity, mere hopes and expectations in her inquisitive mind. `Goodness, Mom, please forgive me, but I just can't help these feelings,' she thought. And as the guilt hit her, she realized a small drop of saliva was trickling down the side of her mouth-she had been drooling. Quickly refocusing, she noticed that the giggling and chuckling had stopped; she had been deeply hypnotized in her reveries. With a great effort, she managed to raise her gaze from the tantalizing crotch, and as she looked up at the girl, she was met by penetrating blue eyes. Natasha's heart pounded in her chest, and she let out a loud gasp, "Haaa...." The girl was staring back at her, blatantly displaying her unconcealed crotch. She had a faint grin on her face, an insidious smile. She gazed at Natasha with defiant and spellbinding eyes. Carefully looking at the uniformed girl sleeping next to her, she made sure it was safe-a quick and mischievous glance. Then, gazing back at Natasha, she spread her sleek thighs a bit further, and pushed her crotch slightly forward. Natasha quickly turned around; she could feel her heart hammering in her chest; she was horrified, thinking `Oh gawd...Oh gawd...Oh gawd...she saw me...Oh gawd!' Her immodest voyeurism had been caught red-handed; such an infringement was totally inadequate, and even scandalous by the moral standards she lived by. Yet, the inadequacy and vulgarity had her shivering with excitement. She couldn't control her wild impulses; the depravity of their nature had been enslaving her for a couple of years now. Living in an extremely pious community had proven despairing and hopeless; especially in the modern world driven by media. She would spend hours watching the glimmering box, ignoring the prophetic warnings from her puritan mother: "Natasha, that thing is evil." She would search, lurk, linger just enough to catch that magical moment, that incantatory fraction of time that seemed to warm her entire body, to set her blood aflame; it always brought a smile to her face, that extra-strong heartbeat, the butterflies in her stomach. It was her window to the outside world, her window to the real and unknown. But most of all, it was an escape for her imagination, a voyage that brought her face-to-face with the fantasy that was changing her life, the essence that was taking over her being. She would tremble every time she stumbled upon a commercial displaying one of those girls, those pretty girls in shorts or in revealing skirts. At times she wished for magical powers so she could put her fingers through the television, just a quick caress of the tantalizing flesh. `It must feel like the finest silk,' she would think. Yet, her most enchanting moments came with the propaganda that her mother abhorred the most-the women's underwear commercial seemed to totally bring out the preacher in the elderly lady. "Such an indecency should be condemned. The body is a sacred temple; those girls should be punished for exposing their flesh!' But Natasha always silently disagreed with her mother. In her innocent mind, she wished that every commercial were just as gracefully revealing. There was something about their bodies that attracted her immensely-maybe because they looked so tender and fragile, almost like her character; or perhaps it was because they seemed to make her own body glow with that special warmth. Natasha had created her own little world of fantasy in which her imagination had become an escape from the world that immediately surrounded her. In an all-girl school, she spent tons of hours sitting in the playground, morbidly scanning the landscape; searching for beautiful candidates to fuel her imagination. `Hmm, Sophia's are probably baby blue....' She would spend her lunchtime trying to imagine what color panties her schoolmates were wearing. It was her special naughty game, her escape from the barriers of a cast and strict community. She had engaged in the game for so long that it ceased to amuse her; now it no longer sufficed, her imagination could only go so far. That is when she started feeling the need to take the plunge and find out if it all was real. She would then purposely drop a pen or a book while sitting in the classroom. Pretending to pick it up, she would slowly scour the perimeter-ogling, looking, searching for distracted open legs, just a hint of girl's underwear. Yet, luck always seemed to avoid her. Too often she ended up simply thinking, `Gosh, I hate those long skirts.' She felt trapped and frustrated. She would dream of the glorious moment and think about it everyday. But persistence proved mightier than the luck that seemed to so many times elude her; and such a relentless spirit brought her the merited result. One day Patricia's crotch looked so alive that she thought it would talk to her and somehow communicate a sweet message. How it all came to happen was completely beyond her. Lying on the floor in detention after class, she couldn't help but feel angry with herself for the slight miscalculation. Tardiness was severely punished at school, and she was suffering the consequences. Her classmate Patricia had suffered the same fate, and so they decided to lay side by side, reading books and chatting to kill time for the excruciating extra hour. When Natasha heard her friend's first little snore, she knew her chance had finally come. With Patricia's knee bent and her back flat on the ground, it was Natasha's moment of truth-a time to explore! Shaking with nerves, she uncovered the sleeping beauty's treasure with a quick swinging motion of the skirt, bringing the hem to the girl's hips. Searching for any signs of movement, she confirmed that her classmate was positively asleep. Carefully she brought her face to within a hand's length of the girl's crotch. She thought there was a faint light coming from within the peach panties; but perhaps it was only her imagination. It was the prettiest thing she had ever witnessed. Little fairies sang sweet songs to her ears as she observed the jewel before her eyes. She couldn't comprehend why it made her feel that way-so warm, even sentimental, a prisoner for so long, but liberated in such a wonderful presence. She could feel her mouth water as her eyes traced the contours of the flower alive beneath. A small gasp escaped her lips when she saw it pulse. Only a faint contraction, indeed, it was alive. The naturalness of her inquisitive spirit had her inching closer to inhale the enrapturing scent of roses. It seemed only logical to immerse herself in the sweet fragrance of something so tempting. Yet, her wonderful explorations were forced to a halt as she heard the girl clear her throat. Painfully moving away from the treasure, she was left with the exquisite image burned into her memory forever. It would haunt her night and day, opening a floodgate of puzzling and wishful inquiries, questions that would set her soul astir, queries that would take her to the very margin of insanity. Always marveling, and yet most of the time wondering, `It must have such a sweet smell.' Long sleepless nights that would make her days' cognitive state go awry. Frightened, yes, but she was so eager to find out the truth-pondering, thinking, relentlessly envisioning what another girl's cunt smelled like. On the airplane, Natasha didn't dare to look backwards again. She felt shameful to have been caught in such indecent reveries. `Gawd, how stupid can I be! What would she think of me?' Then, aghast, she was suddenly struck with the realization that the girl seemed to have enjoyed her lecherous ogling. `Could it be?' Gathering all of her courage she glanced back once more, but now the girl was sitting in a modest position, reading her magazine. Only a coy smile remained as evidence of her voyeuristic display. Natasha couldn't help the incredible feeling of excitement as she remembered the girl's jacket; it had the emblem of the school that she had sullenly accepted to attend. She would have preferred something closer to home, perhaps an hour away, a school that would prevent her from the much-dreaded flying. Yet the four-hour flight had proved fruitful, even exhilarating. Just to think that her school would harbor such a beautiful creature made her depths stir. Perhaps she would get to know someone like her, maybe even become friends with one, thinking, `Oooh, that would be so wonderful.' As her thoughts went back to the girl's crotch, she felt her body shiver. The black panties' middle crease showed the split of the gem hidden behind. Its image quickly reminded Natasha of even larger and incomparable possibilities, unimaginable opportunities-the chance to explore the world that she had been deprived of for so many hopeless and depressing years, the possibility of intimacy with a beautiful girl's cunt. She was suddenly awakened by the captain's voice in the speaker: "Ladies and gentleman we are making our final descent into Birmingham Alabama...." Quickly shutting her eyes, she leaned back on the headrest and waited until the ship landed. Making her way to the baggage claim, she immediately noticed the prevalent southern accent among the crowd. It was very strong and easily noticeable-a clear testament that she was about to start a new life away from home. She did have bit of difficulty understanding the shuttle driver as he asked her where she was going. But it was nothing that couldn't be remedied by plainly saying again, "I am headed to the University of Alabama. I'll be staying in Rose Towers." As they drove past the university's entrance, Natasha felt as if she was entering an unknown dimension, a completely different universe. Her eyes had never seen such a large crowd of young people. She became immediately entranced by a group of three girls jogging; they were sporting red shorts and shirts with the university emblem. Her neck almost snapped as she followed their trail with rapturous eyes. It was the initiation to a dream that she had contemplated for the longest time; yet, it was only the mere beginning of her adventurous breakthroughs. As she was dropped in front of a tall brick building, she glanced at the towering sign: Rose Towers. It was an exact replica of the catalogue pictures. She had chosen this building in a naughty and rebellious impulse. When her mother suggested a dorm closer to her faculty, she would sulk and dish out excuses of space and comfort, when in reality she had other motives. Natasha found the idea of living with another girl exhilarating, but the prospect of sharing an apartment with two girls was irresistible. The laws of probability were only logical to her at the time: the more girls, the more cunts. As she made her way through the revolving doors and into the cool building, she was met by a sea of moving bodies. A phalanx of college girls-all heights and widths, a delectable array of female flesh, nubile young bodies revealing tanned legs and pale legs. Most were shapely and slim, and it all seemed astonishing to Natasha as she carefully soaked everything in. Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath and tried to capture the unfamiliar scent of beautiful college girls. Hastily making her way to the registration desk, she stood in front of a pale red-head with emerald green eyes-they were almost an exact match of her own. The girl's tag read Liby, and she smilingly said, "Hi, I am Liby. Can I help you?" As Liby offered her help, Natasha found her eyes traveling to the girl's exposed cleavage. Her breasts were voluminous and the coral freckles seemed to glow on its pale surface. Natasha's eyes twinkled with their alluring sight. "Hellooo. Can I help you?" Liby repeated, her tone a bit puzzled and impatient. "Oh, I am so sorry. My name is Natasha, and I need to get a room assigned to me?" "Aaand your last name is . . . ?" Liby asked, as she rolled her eyes in disbelief. "Ooops, sorry again. It's Finley." She felt embarrassed of her clumsiness. "Okayyyy, Ms. Finley! Please fill this out and take it to the desk to your right. They will issue a key to you." And so Natasha was finally assigned an apartment on the 16th floor: # 1621. It was very cozy and spacious, with three moderately sized rooms, empty except for beds and mahogany study tables. The kitchen was even larger than what she had expected. The balcony had an amazing view of the entire campus and as she contemplated the beautiful landscape, she couldn't help the overpowering feeling of liberty, the impetuous sensation that comes with unbridled freedom. It was even a bit overwhelming, after so many years of virtual imprisonment. And yet, it all seemed so vivid before her eyes-an entire world just waiting for her to explore and to roam around in it freely. Natasha's reverie was disturbed by the clicking sound of a key opening the front door, prompting her to think, `Gawd, is it what I think?' Her heartbeat accelerated at the prospect of meeting one of her roommates. As she nervously walked into the living room, the front door flew open with a girl struggling to pull her luggage backwards. Natasha's eyes widened as she took in the monumental curves of the newcomer. Her dark brown hair flowed to the middle of her back in long and graceful curls; it shined even in the faint light of the passageway. Below the short burgundy skirt, tanned shapely calves sustained the curvaceous figure. As the girl bent to get a firmer grip on her bundles, Natasha could see the subtle rippling of muscles under the sleek skin of the well-toned thighs. As the girl quickly turned around, she was startled to see the slim, green-eyed girl silently observing her. "Heyyy, sorry, didn't know you were there. I am Jennifer." As Jennifer offered her hand, Natasha could only stare in awe at the confident beauty that seemed to power the girl's aura. Her features were sublime; the color of her eyes and the sharp edges of her profile reminded Natasha of an incredibly gorgeous actress, but couldn't think of the name. Nervously extending her own quivering hand, she managed to blurt out some words, "H-h-hi, I-I am Natasha." She felt her body shudder as she made physical contact with the obviously confident girl, and found it difficult to maintain eye contact with the seemingly surefooted minx. Jennifer literally exuded a natural air of superiority, which Natasha found overwhelming. Her facial expressions oozed the habitual traits of a vain and egotistic spirit. This was a girl to be worshipped! "Why are you staring at me like that?" the girl asked, almost displeased. "Sorry, I didn't mean to. It's just that you look like someone I've seen on...." Jennifer's bothered expression softened, and then she proceeded to interrupt Natasha with a self-assured tone, "Please don't even mention it-if you mean like Rachel McAdams. I get that a bit too much." Natasha's eyes brightened up when she recognized the name, "Yes, yes, that's it-Rachel McAdams!" Studying Natasha's clumsy reaction, Jennifer's pitiful nod displayed her annoyance, "Alright, its great that you noticed the resemblance. Now may I go unpack my junk?" Natasha immediately tottered out of her way as the dazzling beauty walked past her, muttering words of disgust, "Ughh, why do I always have to get stuck with the weirdo's?" Natasha saddened as she heard the distasteful words. She had expected a warmer welcome, but the damage was already done. She was stuck with this arrogant brat for the rest of the semester. She would have to endure her insults and aggravation, perhaps even her hurtful mocking. Yet, for some reason, that realization didn't seem grim. In fact, she found it exciting and thrilling to be in the presence of seeming royalty-to be in the constant line of fire of this superior and majestic creature, being done and undone at will, treated in a degrading manner by someone who deserved such empowerment. Just the proximity of this goddess was wealth enough to accept her mistreatment; Jennifer's beauty alone endowed her with the authority of active arrogance. Oh, and she was beautiful! Natasha could still see her bending over to grab her luggage-her tanned upper thighs rippling under the faint shadow of the flimsy skirt, leading up to darker, unimaginably alluring treasures. Natasha suddenly felt a squeeze in her heart, an instinctual reaction to the possibility of having her dream so close, and yet so far. Torment, sweet torture it would be; having such a beautiful cunt so close, while not being able to contemplate it, to inhale its perfume. After a while, having organizing her room with all her belongings, Natasha decided to take a nap. The long hours of traveling and stress had taken their toll on her. Later in the afternoon, she was awakened by a voice in the far background, a sultry voice, "Yes, Mom. Yes, Mom, I am fine. Yes, I made it okay. Alright, bye, love you." As Natasha regained her lucidity, she remembered that she had yet to meet her other roommate. Once again her heart seemed to pound in her chest, even as the haze of her interrupted nap made her body calm and placid. Natasha tiptoed to peak into the living room and saw what looked like a blonde Amazon from Greek mythology. The incredibly voluptuous girl looked like one of the warriors of Scythia. Her towering height seemed to augment her curves to epic proportions. The blonde beauty must have been well over six feet tall. Her bleached-blonde hair had an almost blinding effect under the kitchen's bright light. Her skin was white like oriental alabaster, and sprinkled with pink freckles. Her hips were broad and womanly, and her calves and thighs were thick in an immaculate symmetrical perfection. Natasha thought that this was an apparition out of a comic book. As the Amazon turned to open the fridge, Natasha's eyes nearly popped out of her face; white fleshy buttocks were spilling out from the tan-colored cargo-shorts. "Haaa, ohhh..." an audible gasp escaped Natasha's lips. The tall girl gracefully turned on her haunches to inspect the noise, replying, "Hello there. I saw you sleeping earlier. I apologize if I woke you up speaking with my mother. You know how they are." Natasha swallowed deeply as she did her best to keep eye contact with the blue-eyed Amazon. "O-oh, don't worry about it. My name is Natasha," she said, extending a friendly hand. "Awesome! I am Carrie," the girl replied politely, even while seeming somewhat distracted or uninterested. Her raspy, sensuous voice seemed to thunder in the silent apartment. Nonchalantly the towering beauty broke the handshake and walked to the living room, almost disregarding the shorter and less imposing girl. Natasha unconsciously breathed deeply as the sultry behemoth passed next to her, a now instinctive habit that seemed to surface around beautiful women. She immediately caught an earthy scent that made her nose tingle. She quickly figured it to be the natural scent of Carrie's flesh. Obviously she wasn't wearing perfume; she would have identified that essence immediately, much as she had done with Jennifer's fruity fragrance. This, however, was a more subtle musk that made her depths growl with a strange and unknown passion. It was the smell of sweat, perhaps a slight piquancy of underarm, an alluring feminine spiciness that seemed to fire Natasha's nervous system. As Carrie strolled into the living room, Natasha's eyes fixated on the obscene wiggling of her ass cheeks. The excess flesh of the monumental mounds spilled out of it constraints with impetuous diligence. Natasha found the view breathtaking; she couldn't figure out how so much overflowing femininity became meticulously sculpted into a tiny wasp-waist. The blonde girl pointed out certain things to Natasha in the living room, among them, the new television that she brought for everyone to use. "Isn't it cool? It's a hi-def television. Use it whenever you want-that is, of course, unless I am watching the O," Carrie blurted out, followed by a hypocritical smile. "S-sure. Th-thanks. I mean, it-it's yours," Natasha replied, acquiescently. The blonde girl turned around with an almost provocative twist and bent over to switch the television on. Her large apple-buttocks looked exquisite to Natasha from her viewpoint, and she couldn't help the naughty and somewhat crude thought that came helplessly to her head. She suddenly imagined herself on her knees, her face buried between the desirable mounds, exploring a piece of that wonderful world. She couldn't help but shiver as she remembered the girl's natural fragrance. Maybe the girl's subtle musk partly came from between her legs. Once again Natasha embarked in the torturous wonderings that seemed to consume her very existence. `What would such a beautiful cunt be like? What delectable fragrances lie between those pale thighs?' As Natasha made conversation with Carrie, she found her a truly unique specimen, a sample of power and grace ready to impose its mightiness and dominion upon the weak of heart. Her eyes had a penetrating effect on Natasha, bringing about an estranged submissiveness in the less assertive girl. She didn't know why, but she found herself ready to serve this mighty goddess as well. Her confidence and self-assurance ranked as high as that of the other beauty she had met earlier, yet her vanity flowed spontaneously, almost naturally. Natasha quickly learned both girls already knew each other and were juniors expecting graduation. Jennifer had been a cheerleader for two years, but decided to drop the demanding commitment to fully dedicate her time to sorority business. Carrie had been committed to her sorority from the time she had left high school. She was active and well-known within her social club. That night Natasha didn't get any sleep. She had gotten what she prayed for. All those nights of secret pleas and hopeless wishing were materialized right before her very eyes- - so much beauty and sensuality, and yet, all that power and natural dominance, self-anointed authority ready to own the services and benefits of a willing maiden, of a young helpless virgin starving to satisfy the needs of such self-importance. Natasha didn't know how these feelings came about, but they seemed to have been a logical part of her character. In her mind it was a coherent deduction, only mere reasoning to put herself at the disposal of two superior beings - a testament to the fact that the embodiment of self-assurance is built into a person's spirit rather than flesh and bones. Natasha was as gorgeous a young lady as they come, yet her soul projected a desperate and feeble character, and aura of naivety ready for severe exploiting. As she rolled in her bed, images of the two girls suffocated her. It seemed all like a dream. Being stranded in living quarters with two commanding beauties was more than she had bargained for. It was the consummation of divine fate. Not only was she stuck with cunt, but she was living with royal cunt! In her mind, all the more sweeter - perhaps even more fragrant than the ones she had ever imagined. She buried her face in the pillow just imagining what it would be like; maybe a calming and appeasing warmth, an invaluable and precious perfume waiting to mystify her soul. If only Jennifer would have bent over a little further; she would have had hard evidence to dream and fantasize about. Just the shadow of the burgundy skirt on her thighs lived in her mind now. But that was enough to set her body aflame. Enough to make her wonder what enigmas nestled between the gorgeously tanned limbs. When her body let up, she managed to fall asleep. The next morning she woke up to the sound of melodious voices in her head. They seemed to be reminiscent of a dream that she could not remember. The voices crooned simultaneously: `Natasha - sweet Natasha we need you so much....' Even though the voices puzzled her, she managed to shake the occurrence off and move on with the day ahead. The first two weeks of her life as a freshman were hectic. Alien to the college environment, she struggled to keep up with the fast pace. She hardly had time to breathe. Even her schedule was so overwhelming that at times she forgot about her true mission - her true calling, but not for too long. She always seemed to have time to reminisce about the girls she lived with. After the fourth week she managed to create an agenda that helped her manage her time wisely. And after things seemed to have dwindled into a steady pace, her life took a drastic change. She had hardly seen her roommates after the first day. `Perhaps they are as busy as I am', she thought. She would start to spend more time in the apartment - more than usual, hoping to catch a glimpse, or perhaps even the scent of Jennifer or Carrie. Strangely enough it started to preoccupy her. She felt the necessity to be in their presence, maybe even feel their warmth somehow. She even missed some classes hoping to stumble into either one - but to no avail. Then she remembered that sororities in the university provided housing for the students. `Ohhh- I already hate those places.' Then, she came up with a thought, an idea so bright that it seemed only illogical to have not entertained it before. On a prophetical afternoon, she decided to search the girl's rooms. The idea even though risky, provided a solution to the frustration that was driving her insane. She needed to have an intimate look into the lives of these immaculate goddesses, and their belongings seemed like the best answer. Summing up her courage, she knocked on Jennifer's room - just an act of insurance to protect herself from surprises. As she carefully opened the door, a waft of the girl's fruity perfume caressed her nostrils. The scent immediately made her skin glow with a subtle warmth, and it brought the girl's image to her head. Inspecting the neatly organized room from the door, she noticed that the predominant color was pink. Natasha thought it looked like the room of a well-pampered princess. As she was about to take her first steps into the room, the familiar sound of keys startled her. Quickly shutting the door, she ran to the kitchen to welcome the intruder. She was greeted by Jennifer, who seemed to be in a hurry. `Hey there...long time no see you!' Jennifer said with a hasty pace. `H-hi there...why such hurry?' Natasha asked nervously. `Ugghhh...I have like so much crap to do that it's not even funny!' The girl replied hastily walking away from Natasha, uninterested to start a conversation. When Jennifer locked herself in her room, Natasha lounged in the living room. As she watched the television, she couldn't help the feeling of emptiness that crept up on her. She thought a mere glimpse would have sufficed, but she was wrong. She needed much more than that; she needed to contemplate this beauty - in her mind forever didn't seemed long enough. Engaging in her usual self-torture, she drowned in her ever flowing river of thoughts. `What if...How would it be....?' But her thoughts were cut short as she heard a voice calling her name: `Natasha, do you happen to have an iron?' Turning to look, she was left breathless. Jennifer was nonchalantly standing in only a bra and skimpy panties. The girl's tanned flesh made perfect harmony with the cream-colored garment. Her abdomen was perfectly smooth and firm; her hips flared harmoniously from her waist - giving her a perfect hourglass look. Natasha was totally mute and out of breath as she took in the sight. The girl's physique surpassed anything that she had seen on television. `Well!!! Do you or do you not?' The girl inquired somewhat exasperated. `A-ah y-yes of course...I'll get it for you' Natasha managed to blurt out. Natasha tore the iron from her closet, and ran back to meet the girl in the living room. She didn't want to make Jennifer wait. Entering the living room, she was stopped on her tracks. Jennifer was facing towards the television. The cream-colored thong was wedged deeply in between the creamy tanned cheeks of her buttocks. The sight had Natasha pleading for mercy. It was just too much for her to handle. `Oh, there you are. Are you okay hon? You look sick.' The girl said with a puzzled look on her face, oblivious to her effects on Natasha. `Yehhh - I guess I am fine.' Natasha replied with great effort, surrendering the object. `Okayyy...If you say so!' Jennifer quickly walked away with a mission, nodding her head in bewilderment. Natasha fell to the couch almost dizzy with lust. She didn't how she could go on living after having witnessed so much beauty - all concentrated in one breathtaking body. Natasha felt the girl's buttocks looked good to eat, even devour. She couldn't conceive such sensuality to be real. It overwhelmed her senses to the point of numbness. It was an awkward, yet extraordinary experience. When Jennifer came back out from her room, she had showered and freshened up. Natasha found herself staring in astonishment once again. The girl roamed around the kitchen in a pink turtle neck and black miniskirt. Sexily chewing a piece of gum, the minx looked incredible. It became obvious to Natasha that Jennifer was headed to some kind of social event. The potency of her perfume permeated the air heavily with its expensive scent. Natasha felt jealousy of the people that were going to enjoy the company of this princess. Yet, she could only watch in silence as the girl exited the apartment. Quickly getting on her feet, Natasha went back to culminate her unfinished business. As she once again opened the door to Jennifer's room, a loud gasp escaped her lips: `Haaaaaa....Oh my gawd!' Her heart accelerated to an alarming rate, and her knees weakened. What she saw brought a knot to her throat. She felt tears welling up in her eyes. Jennifer's thong lied discarded in the middle of her bed. As Natasha slowly approached it, she was a nerve-wrack. `Is this real?' She couldn't believe her luck. The cream-colored underwear seemed to glow like a shinning star. Perhaps it was only her imagination. They carried the promise of liberation - freedom of a tortured soul. They were the answer to many years of mental and spiritual oppression, the unshackling tool that swore to set her free. With tears of sentiment flowing from her emerald eyes, Natasha picked up the still warm thong and brought it to her nose. Closing her eyes in emotional anticipation, she inhaled deeply and passionately. Then, all lights went out, and her knees gave in. Sinking to the floor, she sobbed loudly and sniffed diligently. This was her only reason for living - what made her get up from bed every morning, the reason why she wanted to stay alive, the very essence of her being. This, which now avidly caressed her nostrils and filled her lungs; this, was the only reason for her existence - the warm smell of a girl's cunt. And she was in heaven as she relished in its unique musk. It was more fragrant than the most fragrant flower, an invaluable perfume. It was the smell of beauty, the scent of never-ending pleasure, the aroma of happiness; A fragrance that could never be captured in a bottle. Almost automatically Natasha did something that she avoided doing at all costs. She only saved it for special or even veridical moments. It was something she had learned a couple of years back, by accident. Deep inside of her she knew it wasn't appropriate, but the moment screamed for it. Bringing her hand inside her panties she started masturbating. With the warm thong to her nose, she rubbed her very wet vagina languidly, thoroughly enjoying the invaluable moment. Then, she heard a faint gasp that startled her. Quickly opening her teary eyes, she made out a silhouette in the doorway. As she cleared her eyes in terror, the figure became clear. It was Jennifer staring at her from the doorway. Her face was slightly tilted, and her jaw wide open. Her expression was that of confusion and horror. To be continued...

Comments or experiences to share : [email protected] Chapter 3 (The Understanding) I managed to sleep an hour and a half before my alarm went off; It went off so loud, that I jumped out of my bed sheets and my heart was beating like a drum.... "Damn it..... stupid alarm!!!..." I shakily extended my arm and pressed the snooze button to shut it off. The clock read 7:00AM. Somehow I had managed to profoundly fall asleep in such a short period of time. As I sat on the edge of my bed trying to compose myself, I took several deep breaths and slowly started to settle in. These alarms could kill you. I started arranging my thoughts one by one, and I felt my heart rate returning to normal. After a couple of minutes relaxing, I was fully awake, feeling very groggy and my head heavy....my body slowly becoming slumber. I regained total presence of mind and started analyzing things. Today wasn't like every other normal day.....today was a very special day; it would mark a pivotal point in my life, a dramatic change; a new understanding of things; an irreversible perception....I would be viewed upon differently yet again; somehow this time I knew it had to happen; no more lies, and no more hiding. There was that feeling of something big to come, something bigger than me, something much bigger than anything I had lived before...I was on the brink of starting a new life, a new promise, a new way of being; so much to look forward too.....and it was all going to happen Today. I managed to take a shower and get dressed in time to join my parents for breakfast. They noticed how ecstatic and clumsy I was, but they didn't have a chance to question me as I had to make a staggering retreat to be on my way to school. Living only five blocks from St. Mary's Highschool, it was only a ten minute walk for me. As I made my way down the sidewalk, I noticed how hot and humid it felt; it was going to be a blistering day; yet it was gorgeous, the sun was blinding and the sky was a sea of blue with no clouds on sight. The streets had almost no traffic, with the exception of the yellow school buses heading towards the school. On the opposite sidewalk there were other kids making their way to school; it would be a routinary day for them; that wasn't the case for me. I coludn't help but notice, that my pace was erratic and a little quicker than normal; the palms of my hands and feet were ice cold. It was my nerves. The closer I got to school the more nervous I felt. I couldn't control it; my heart started beating a little harder, and the butterflies returned to my stomach. I became oblivious to my surroundings; my brain wasn't processing, my legs were just guiding me. As my eyes registered the road ahead, the beige walls and brown roof started to come into view. Through the pounding of the heart beats in my ears, I could hear the tower bell ringing. Classes would start soon, I needed to pick up my pace. As I reached the building, I found myself standing in front of the huge brown gates. I felt smaller than ever; I felt like I had shrunk, and my knees felt very weak; by now my entire body felt cold, and I had a swarm of butterflies in the pits of my stomach; there was a huge knot in my throat and it felt like I had cotton in my mouth... I was a nerve wreck at this point; I couldn't get myself to take another step; I started gasping and my respiration came in short breaths, I thought I was going to faint. Then I heard a thumping sound of fingers snapping in my ear, and a voice... "Edna come on, we need to run to class we are late girl!!......" and I found myself running down the hallway as Megan grabbed my arm and was dragging me towards our History class. As we stumbled into the classroom and took our assigned seats at the very back of the room, we were struggling to catch our breath. Luckily Mrs. Ray was also running a couple of minutes late, so we manged to beat her to class Sitting to my left, I could hear Megan trying to formulate some words..."W...Whhh....What the hell were you doing standing out there!!!'.. I couldn't think very well and much less speak, as I was trying to get the oxygen to flow through my brain. All I could do was to look at her with glairy eyes to acknowledge her words. She had a puzzled look in her face..."You looked krazy out there..."; I nodded my head a little bit trying to answer to her bewilderment. "You Weirdo!!!...what was it with the blank stare??".... I couldn't make words yet, instead the inquisitively puzzled look in her face seemed very comical at the moment, and I couldn't help but to start giggling.... "What are you laughing about??"... Megan's expression was so clueless, and the more I looked at it, the funnier it became. I just busted out laughing. My laugh was so contagious that she couldn't help but to start giggling herself; and as her giggles became louder, we were playing a comical symphony in the back of the class that had everbody staring at us. We were starting to have too much fun when we heard the classroom door open, then we knew that our fun time was over, as Mrs. Ray was a very strict teacher, and required the student's utmost attention. When the class started, I felt more at ease; the laughter therapy had definitely helped my nerves; I could think clearly. As I listened to Mrs. Ray's words, my concentration slowly started shifting from History to my best friend. Megan was such a great friend; she always seemed oblivious to my defects and flaws, and she never tried to exploit my weak character. It could've been so easy for her to just put me down and trample all over me, instead she always used her wit and ingenuity to make me feel at her same level, when I understood we were not. As I was having these thoughts, I found myself staring at her while she was doing her bookwork, unaware of my fixed look. Not only was Megan a great friend, but she was a gorgeous friend. I was scanning her from head to toe; her blonde hair was so shiny and lustrous, perfectly straight; and her cheeks seemed to have a permanent blush on them, noticeable even through her golden tone; her skin always had that rich satiny look to it. Slowly scanning her, my eyes then focused on her legs; having her right foot on the edge of the chair, which was her frequent habit, made her thigh appear extra mighty and voluptuous. With abundant sunlight filling the classroom, I could clearly see the very tiny blonde hairs on her thigh; they were gleaming beautifully. Her thighs looked so enticing that they appeared to have a smell and taste to them; they almost looked edible. When Megan abruptly shifted in her seat, I quickly snapped out of my trance and realized that I had been drooling, literally; my throat was dry and my mouth watery...and then there was that feeling, again that feeling of hunger that I couldn't explain. I had to find out what was happening; I needed to find an explanation to all of this; I couldn't continue living in this cluless fantasy world that engulfed me; I had to be courageous for the first time in my life. I tore a peace of paper from my notebook and nervously made a note... The note read..."I need to talk to you after school, I need your help its extremely important".....I folded the note and tossed it on top of Megan's book; she flinched and then turned to me with a quizzical look. I pointed to the paper signaling for her to read it. I felt that this was the beginning to my mission, to the biggest mission in my life. As Megan read it, I knew there was no turning back; this was it, I had to go through with it. My nerves started creeping up on me; I hated to feel like this, so fragile and susceptible to my emotions; but then again I had always felt like that, this situation was no different. Everything moved in slow motion; this was big, a huge step; the biggest step. I had no choice but to take it and be ready for it. On the flip side I wasn't sure if Megan was ready for this. 'What if it is just too much for her...what if I totally freak her out and she sees me with different eyes....even worse, what if she doesn't want to be my friend anymore...' I appreciated her company too much to not have her as my friend; it was a risk that I had to take and maybe live with its repercussions for a very long time. Megan looked at me with an expression of approval and then whispered..."Of course....what is it about?".... "I will explain later, meet me at the bottom of the stairs after school..." I whispered back. Megan nodded energetically and gave me a thumb's up. The rest of my classes I spent them rehearsing in my mind the best way to reveal my story to Megan. I came up with everyline I could think of, some were pretty acceptable and some were just plain over the top; yet none of them fully convinced me...everywhere from...'Megan I think I am a dyke'...or... 'Megan over the course of the past months'...to even....'Megan I have this thing for ass and pussy'... It was driving me insane; how could I possibly put this into words; I couldn't even explain it to myself; how could I explain it to Megan. I decided to leave things to destiny and just let it happen. I guess I would have to improvise. The last five minutes of my Social Studies class moved like hours; this was my last class and thus I was very anxious; my palms were sweating and my heart was thumping. As soon as the bell rang, I nervously gathered my books and made my way to the bottom of the stairs at the front entrance of the school. I felt very agitated and uneasy, the nerves were killing me. When I reached the stairs, I noticed Megan that wasn't there; I was agonizing..."Damn it Megan...where the hell are you.."; then I remembered that her last class was P.E., she needed time to shower and change. I needed to calm myself down; I couldn't let her see me in such critical condition. I sat down on the stairs to wait, my feet moving uncontrollably; my gaze constantly moving to my watch. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw someone hastily appraoching me; it was Megan, she was still in her P.E uniform. The class had just ended and so she had to storm to our meeting. "God Megan, you're a mess...why didn't you take a shower and changed"...She was soaked and breathless, I pictured she was sprinting to where I was.. "Dohh...don't worry about me, I know you wanted to talk to me, what is it??" Her voice out of breath. Those simple words proved her friendship and solidarity; her kindness and support really touched me; I felt like I was truly important to her; it gave me a new confidence to go through with it. As I looked straight into her blue eyes, I knew that this was the right thing to do; she was there for me. I told her that we needed to go somewhere private, as I didn't want to risk anybody listening to our conversation. After going through several choices, Megan came up with a good idea; "Come on lets sneek into the Biology Lab, it'll be empty, there we can talk"... Students were not allowed into the Biology Lab after class due to the fragile equipment it contained; yet its doors were never locked, and so a lot of students would sneek in to take naps on the examination beds that were at the back of the room. This was the perfect place. As Megan grabbed my hand and started up the wood stairs, I followed close behind. The staircase up to the lab was very steep and narrow, so it only allowed for one person at a time per step. Trailing directly behind Megan, I found myself face to face with her plump buttocks. I noticed how her blue shorts came just short of the bottom of her ass cheeks; they appeared to be a very tight fit, making her twin cheeks look very juicy and powerful, almost as if they were ready to burst out of their confinement. Each cheek appeared to move independently from the other, and they had a deliciously firm jiggle to them. Her thighs looked godly from this angle; the looked very firm and well rounded; it was a sight to behold. I noticed the skin where her thighs met her ass cheeks was not as tanned as the rest of her legs, this area made a pale strip directly under each butt cheek, as it had been deprived of sunlight; a testament of how incredibly juicy her buttocks was. With each step she took, her slick thighs rubbed passed each other, I could almost hear the wet smacking sound of their flesh rubbing together. It looked so amazing it gave me goose bumps. From such a close distance I was also treated to quick flashes of her inner thighs, which voluptuously flowed and met right before her crotch area; this spot where they met had a gradual but darker hue to it, almost overly tanned or burnt, yet very smooth; somehow it appeared very aromatic to me. Then I had an impulse; a very naughty and perverted impulse. In a bold manner I brought my face to within inches of her ass cheeks, my nose almost making contact with her flesh; I could feel the warmth of her skin from this distance, I was in a conscious trance, as I was very aware of my actions. Without thinking I took a silent but very deep sniff; her aroma shocked my entire nervous system; it was very raw, almost wild in nature; it was succulent in a forbidden way; a powerful mixture of sweat and spices, an aphrodisiac recipe. I was pure femenine musk at its sweetest. I needed to control myself, but I couldn't. I kept taking in her heavenly scent; I couldn't stop myself from secretly sniffing her behind; I was high on her aroma, it had me salivating, and I couldn't stop trembling; my eyes were getting glassy; I had become a junkie. Deep inside of me there was an internal battle; I felt disgusted with myself, but yet I was loving it; I felt depraved and dirty, but I was too weak to stop my actions. I wanted to tell myself that this was very wrong, that it needed to stop, and yet I would find myself thinking.."Ghhhod Megan....your ass smells so good...." As we reached the top of the stairs, I had to force myself away from Megan's fleshy buttocks; I was following it closely like a bee after the sweetest honey. Oblivious to my inner demons, Megan turned to me and noticed my flushed appearance..."Megan you look sick....you okay??".... I managed to play it off and assured her that everything was good. But it wasn't; I had just committed a filthy act, I had sniffed another girl's sweaty behind, and I had loved it, I found it addictive; I knew that if I had the chance to do it again, I wouldn't be able to hold back, and this really scared me. How could I control myself being as weak a person as I was; specially when I had this hunger growing in me like a beast ready to take over. My impulses would no longer be impulses, they would turn into action. I could foresee into the future; I would be totally controlled and manipulated by these depraved impulses. I wouldn't be able to control my urge to get high; to drug myself with funky female musk; I would be delirious around school tracing girl's behinds, trying to get a whiff of ambrosia. I knew my thoughts were irrational, but they were a reality. Somehow I knew that these wicked impulses were part of a bigger picture; they were a small piece to the puzzle, and now more than ever it was important to start putting it together. As we walked into the Biology lab, it felt cool from the air conditioner. We went straight to the back of the class and Megan immediately sat sprawled in one of the examination beds; I rolled a small chair directly in front of her. In this position, Megan was sitting taller than me, and so I had to look up at her. I felt like I was in a court room, and Megan was the judge sitting above me. As I was getting ready to spill my guts, Megan fumbled around uuncomfortably, until she decided to scood to the end of the bed with her legs hanging off the edge. As I observed her trying to find a comfortable position to listen to me, it felt kind of awkward; being here in front of her, ready to reveal my condition, this had to be the most important point in my life. Suddenly Megan broke the silence...."Edna you've had me thinking and worried the whole day....what's up??....does it have anything to do with me??....did I do someting??".... The moment of truth had come, I couldn't help my nerves. My voice sounded very coarse as I spoke with a huge knot in my throat.. "Megan...I...I d..don't know...hhhffffff..... whats happened to me...I....I...I...this is harder than I thought...." Megan's face showed utmost concern, she was agonizing with me, without even knowing the problem..."What is it sweetie????....you are scaring me....have faith in me....come on tell me!!"... It was coming; my brain processed the words, my tongue would deliver the chaos.... "Megan...I am not who you think I am....at least not anymore...I am different now...I am so repulsed and upset...." Megan's face was contorted with confusion, she had a puzzled and desperate look..."Edna I am confused..." "Megan I am a LESBIAN...." I had tried to whisper the words, yet they were loud and clear; this was the moment I had lived for; I was balancing between happiness and despair; there was no turning back, it was a one way trail, and I had no choice but to walk it. Megan was intently staring at me, her face had no expression, blankly studying me. I tried to appear as calm as I could, yet I was slowly dying on the inside; I needed to know what she was thinking...yet I understood it wouldn't be so complicated, she would either accept me or turn away from me. At this moment Megan was not only my best friend, but she represented my family, society, the entire world; she represented the mighty eyes of judgement upon me, my future, my survival, my acceptance. Her reaction was vital to me; I was hanging on a thread. I could only lower my gaze to the ground and wait with the coldest uncertainty. Then I heard her stuttering nervously..."Wh...Hhhhh...When...how did you find out???....what happened??..." I decided to tell her everything; there would be no more lies; I had gotten too far to hold back now. I poured my heart out to her. My voice was very emotional. I told her about my crazed obsession with the female body, and my lascivious hobby at the gym. Her blank look had acquired an expression of interest; she was paying close attention, her face almost analitical. This was a great sign; I was given the chance to testify, to accredit my insanity; It was becoming easier. I told her that I masturbated thinking about other girls, particular that night when I discovered how sweet it was to rub my genitals fantasizing about soft voluptuous female curves. She was motionless, deeply enthralled by my revelations; she was absorbing my every word. I was flowing; I described every spicy detail; I just couldn't have any loose ends. I felt that it was only fair for her to get the whole story, specially after I had annointed her my personal drama listener; I knew this was a heavy burden for her also. I revealed my dream to her, and told her how real it felt; how mesmerizing and strange it was. I explained to her that I thought this dream was trying to tell me something, but I couldn't figure what; somehow it held the key to this new feeling, this new identity that had taken over me. Megan remained silent, trying to absorb everything I told her. "Megan I'm sorry it had to be you....I just needed to tell someone..you are the only person I trust.....please I need your help..." I desperately needed support, I needed answers; maybe Megan would see something I didn't, maybe she could help me understand my condition. "I am speechless....Edna I don't even know what to say....how could I possibly help you....I mean....do you even look at me in that way??.." I wasn't expecting that question, it hit me like a slap in the face; my tongue was tied; I couldn't lie to her..."I d...dhhh..don't knowwwww..." I whispered almost whiningly. "Yes you doooo!!!!!!!!....Oh my God Edna!!!!!" Her tone was very lighthearted; she couldn't help but laugh at such an awkward discovery; she was blushing and giggling..."Wowww...I gotta be smoking hot...!!" she had shifted into her joke mode. I couldn't resist but to laugh myself, as it was almost impossible for me to hide the truth from Megan. The mood had changed; we were back to our old selves; we were now joking and giggling, at the expense of my LESBIAN condition. "Megan can I confess something without you freaking out???...." Through chuckle and giggles, she managed to make a serious minute, her facial expression turning worried..."sure girl what is it?"... I had to tell her everything ..."Well its kinda weird....actually very weird...but anyways....as we were climbing the stairs something strange happened...I had the craziest impulse to smell your butt.....and then I d...dhh..don't know...I just couldn't stop myself from doing it.....and I loved it....Megan this really scares me!!.." Megan's face remained very serious, I feared for a moment that I had gone too far; maybe finally I had managed to freak her out. Her eyes were locked with mine, I couldn't read her feelings.."Eeeewwwwwwww grosssss....I haven't even showered!!!"...her tone lighthearted once again. "Megannnnnn!!!...I am serious!!....quit playing!!!!..besides thats my whole point....I know it is gross...but....awwww Megannnnn....I don't knowwww....I j..jhhh.just couldn't help it...I was attracted to it somehow....I know how it sounds.....but nothing seems to make sense lately..." I could only gasp in desperation as I tried to explain my bizarre actions; I felt helpless and disgusted at my words, yet there was so much truth to their irrationality. Megan's nose was crinkled, and her puzzled expression displayed confusion in an almost hillarious manner. "Megan could you stop staring at me like that!!!....it makes me feel like a weirdo..."; eventhough everything in me classified me as a weirdo, it somehow still made me uncomfortable. Megan had a cartoonish look of disbelief on her face. "Well hellooo Edna...you were sniffing my ass...you have to admit that is a little bit weird..don't you think??...besides I am all smelly and funky fresh..." We both couldn't help but to bust out laughing at her funny remark. Megan had such a special gift to humour a bad moment and totally change the mood. I loved this side of her so much; her unconditional friendship was such a valuable gem. "Awwww Megan I am so scared...I don't know what to do...I feel like a freak.." My emotion surfaced and I became very sentimental; I was both happy and desolate, I knew that I had made the right decission by telling Megan, and eventhough she had taken it lightly, somehow I felt sorry that she had to see me in such a different light. "shhhh...shhhh...come here Edna...we are friends regardless...plus nobody else knows about it right?..." I just nodded. "Come here sweetie..." Megan offered a hug spilling her affection to me. She pushed herself further to the edge of the bed and opened her arms invitingly, her legs splayed open in front of me making space for our hug; her thighs were bulging out of the bed and her crotch was now visible. Slowly approaching our embrace, I noticed the wet markings of perspiration directly over her crotch area. Her forward movement had pressed her shorts tightly against her vagina, showing a distinctive and clear outline. Her lips looked very puffy, giving her vagina a pouty and elevated appearance, almost like half a peach stuffed under her shorts. I started to salivate, and my heart started to beat faster; it was happening again; I felt anxious and erratic, out of control. As I rolled my chair directly in front of Megan's opened arms and legs, I was fighting a battle, a contest of will against urge; I needed to ignore her gorgeous crotch, so close to me now, so perfect and maybe fragrant. My hands started shaking and my body began to spasm; I knew I had lost...My weakness was my curse. As Megan ushered me in, I felt as if time had stopped; everything moved in slow motion. Ever so gently I leaned forward and placed my hands on her curvy hips, my face moving slowly but surely towards her crotch, almost mechanically; her bodily heat was blurring my senses, I couldn't think at this point, all I could see was her outlined genitals. As my nose slowly made contact with the prespiring crotch, I felt Megan's thighs tense. I reflexively sniffed in her scent. I lost all my strenght, my body surrendered; it was heavenly; a powerful musk, very warm and very spicy, deliciously raw and primitive. It had an overpowering effect on me; I felt like a fortress collapsing, I was drowning in musky pleasure. Then I heard Megan's voice, it was a nervous whisper..."Aaaaaa Edna???...what are you doing???.." I couldn't get myself to react; I was drugged up in her warmth, my thoughts were mixed up and I wasn't processing well. I was snorting and babbling on her crotch. "Hmmmmmmm...Iiiiihhhh...sorrhhyyyyy...I can't help it...hmmmm....Megan this stuff is so good...please allow mehhhh....I beg youuuhhh...wowwhhh..." I was beside myself. At this point I didn't care what Megan thought of me; I was in my own world, my face on her muff was all that mattered now. Instinctively I pushed my nose deeper in between her lips; the heat and the smell in her hole were wonderful. As I shoved further, Megan gave out a high pitch squeal.."uuyyyyyy...Ednaaa!!!..."....But I just couldn't stop, not now, this was too good. Megan's body slowly started to relax; her fingers tentatively caressing my hair; then almost acceptingly she spread her thighs wider and placed her left foot on the edge of the lab bed, giving me full access to her crotch area. "Its okay sweetie...I understand...take your time..." She was whispering; her voice very subtle, understanding my need and the gravity of the situation; her demeanor very mature and consoling. I could have spent an eternity in this position. It was such a beautiful feeling, being between her warm thighs; it felt very accomodating. Megan's gentle caresses and her motherly support were helping me relax and control my emotions better. I was nuzzling her crotch in a loving and caring manner, when I felt her hand carefully pushing my head away from her center. Looking up from in between her thighs, I could see a look of worry and consolation on her face..."Edna we need to talk sweetie...I am a little worried...did you see yourself just now??..." I felt embarassed that Megan had to see me in such a vulnerable and needy state; I felt inferior and degraded; It was hard to look at my friend in the eyes. "I am so sorry Megan...I hate it that you had to see me like this...I am so embarassed..." My shame was so much that I couldn't help the tears welling up. Megan immediately came to my consolation..."Edna....its okay...I just had no idea it meant so much to you....plus you don't have to be embarassed...its me.." Her supportive words reminded me of how great a person she was; I was so glad that she was my friend. "Really Megan...do you mean that??..." I managed to speak through the knot in my throat. Her face light up with a warm inviting smile.."Of course I mean it Edna..I am always here for you..." Then with a naughty grin on her face she did the cutest and most delicious impersonation that my eyes had ever seen; spreading her thighs she brought her right hand to her crotch, placing her middle and index finger on each side of her vaginal lips, she started animating them over her shorts by opening and closing them, utilizing a cartoonlike voice..."weeeee Ednaaa...hey there buddaayyy!! you are always welcome to come play with me...muahhh...muahhhh..." Her silly impersonation had me blushing profusely, and I couldn't help it; I also couldn't help the itching sensation that I was feeling on my clitoris as I watched her manipulate her lips over her shorts. I pictured myself having x-ray vision and piercing through the thin piece of clothing to see her in all her heavenly glory..'it must be gorgeous'...impure thoughts flooding my brain....'it must be so pink...Megan give me a glimpse...just a little one...please...I'll do anything you want...' Megan abruptly shut her thighs and snapped me out of my illicit thoughts. Her face was so bright with laughter, and I knew all her actions were with the best of intentions. "Megan you are such a prankster...but I still love you..." "I love you too Edna..." Megan spoke in a fond manner as she bounced out of the bed. Staring out the window, we noticed how late it had become. "What do you say we continue this conversation at my house tomorrow after volleyball practice...that way we can take our time okay?...' "That sounds great Megan...thank you so much...I don't know what I would do without you..." Megan's acceptance of my condition was such a huge step in a life of grief and confusion. "Oh nonesense Edna...come on now...we are buddies...don't worry about it...besides I think its kinda cool to have a lesbian friend..its kind of rebellious.." Megan's comments elevated my ego and made me feel better about the whole situation..'maybe it is not so bad being a lesbian'... With that we ended our meeting and headed home. That night I couldn's sleep due to sheer excitement; I had a feeling of hope, of acceptance, it was a new beginning. This was the first time that I had truly expressed myself; I felt free and liberated; she had made it so easy for me and I was thankful. Megan was becoming so much more that a friend to me. She had exceeded every expectation I had by miles. I was beginning to see her in a whole new light. She was everything a friend should be; she was so good and understanding, accepting and always willing to help; her personality and sense of humor were like no other, and to top everything she was simply gorgeous. My heart got fluttery as I pictured her deep blue eyes, her cute permanent blush, and her pretty dimpled smile, such superior genetics; and then there was her ass, oh my God that plump gorgeous ass; if only I could get a whiff of it again. My body shivered with lust as my thoughts went back to our encounter earlier; smelling her delicious funk and nuzzling between her thighs was such a wonderful experience. I rolled over on my stomach and burried my face on the pillow pretending it was Megan's crotch...'If only I could feel its heat against my face again, I would loose myself in its heavenly smell...' My hand automatically slid into my panties and I started rubbing the entire length of my vagina with the palm of my hand...'Megan...you mean so much to me...I want you to always be my friend...I need you.... I love you...I love youuu....aaahhhhhh....' My entire body shook as I had a thunderous orgasm. After I fully recovered from my climax, I realized that there was something else happening parallel to my entire situation, once again something that was inevitable and undeniable....'I am in love with Megan...oh God noooo...please not that...' I could not afford to have feelings for my best friend; not only was it unhealthy, but it would complicate things...'Edna you can't let her know under any circumstances...' Deep inside of me, I knew I was too weak a person to deny my love for her, yet I had a strong presence of mind to understand its consequences, as I valued her friendship more that anything else in the world. I finally went to sleep with the conviction of keeping my feelings for Megan as secret as my weakness would allow it. The next day in school I was much more relaxed; I was able to concentrate on my classes, eventhough my mind kept bringing up images of Megan. I was very excited that we were going to continue our conversation after volleyball practice. Then I had a naughty thought...'maybe she will even let me get in between her legs...that would definitely make my day...' I didn't want to get ahead of myself, I knew that I had to control my impulses if I didn't want to totally freak out Megan. During my last class, I could already feel butterflies in my stomach, as I knew that I would be seeing Megan very soon...'Edna...please control yourself around her....don't let her know how you feel...' When the bell rang, I quickly picked up my books and paced myself towards the school gym; I didn't want to be late. As I entered the gym, I realized that volleyball practice wasn't over. There was a game in process and the entire girl's volleyball team was in the court, except for Megan. I looked all around the gym, but she wasn't anywhere on sight. As I looked up at the bleachers, I realized that they were empty, and so I decided to sit for a while and engage in my favorite hobby while I waited for Megan. My other best friend Lisa was there and she waved at me when she saw me. I observed Lisa as she moved around the court; there was something so sexy and attractive about the way she swayed her hips when she walked, her juicy ass ready to free itself from her shorts, the bottom of her cheeks indecently peaking out; she had such a fantastic ass. As I lusted after my other best friend, a hand came from behind and obstructed my view.."Who is it???...Megan is that you???..." "Noooo...I am your worst nightmare" I could clearly make out Megan's voice in disguise. "Megan you are so silly.." "Edna you are no fun...you were suppose to go with it" "yeah right.." Still covering my eyes Megan lowered her voice and spoke in an almost secretive manner..."Hey I have a surprise for you...." "What is it now Megan??..." "Do you want it yes or no??" Megan whispered in a playful manner "I don't know...what is it?..." "Just answer sweetie...yes or no..." Megan whispered again "Ok yes..." She got the best of my curiosity. Then I felt something directly under my nose, it was very warm and somewhat moist; I immediately recognized it as a finger; it had a very peculiar smell; it was female spice, it was very strong; it made my heart beat a little faster and my taste buds moistened; my skin began to warm up. "Do you like it?...." Megan whispered in a nervous tone as she sat next to me, taking her finger away from my nose. I desperately grabbed her hand again and tugged it under my nose, trying to get as much of her smell as I could. "OOuuchhhh..!!" Megan complained as I pretty much dragged her by her finger so I could savor her scent. "OOhhh Megan...where did you have this finger...it smells really nice..." "In a very special place...I thought you would like it" Megan couldn't stop blushing and her voice quivering. We were attentively staring at each other in mutual understanding; our friendship was so beautiful, it was at another level; she understood my needs and was willing to help in any way she could, I could see the compassion in her eyes. When did I get so lucky to have a friend like her. I was tempted to confess my love for her, my feelings, the passion that was building inside of me. Then the thunderous clapping of the volleyball team snapped us out of our moment, signifying that volleyball practice was over. Megan quickly straightened up and took her hand back..."We better leave before they see us here...lets go to my house....I need to relax a bit...I am so tired..." As we walked towards Megan's house, I felt so at ease being in her company; she made me feel so safe and secure; holding hands down the sidewalk made me feel that nothing could go wrong, while she was with me, I had nothing to worry about. When we reached to Megan's house, none of her parents were at home, so we comfortably made our way to her room and locked the door behind us. Megan immediately jumped in the bed and stretched on her back stuffing a handful amount of pillows under her head. I stood standing in the middle of the room until Megan padded the bed in front of her motioning me to sit..."Make yourself at home sweetie...mi casa es su casa..." Megan had a very tired look, as she kept yawning and stretching her joints..."Edna sweetie...would you mind if I take a half hour nap before I shower...I am so exhausted....then I am all yours..." I could never deny my best friend of rest, specially after everything she had done for me, besides I would do anything she asked me too; I loved her so much. As she made space for me to stretch at the bottom of her bed, she raised both her knees snd spread her thighs a little, treating me to that gorgeous view that I couldn't resist. As she spread her thighs I caught a faint whiff of her sweat soaked shorts. I started to fantasize about once again putting my face in there and taking her heavenly smell. I was a little anxious as she had already triggered my senses with her surprise earlier at the gym. I knew that I wouldn't be able to remain calm having her next to me displaying her attributes, so I decided to throw caution to the wind. "Aaa Megan...can I...do you mind....errrr...is it possible.." My voice trailing off as I couldn't get myself to speak my mind. "What is it sweetie??....tell me..." Megan's voice was very mellow and caring. I could only swallow, as I was so ashamed to ask. Then as if reading my mind, Megan slowly spread her rounded thighs widely and pushed her crotch slighlt upward, almost inviting me in..."Is it this what you want sweetie??...." her voice very tender and somewhat seductive. All I could do was swallow deeply and nod my head. Megan gently slapped her tanned thigh close to her crotch area..."Come on Edna sweetie...you can take a nap here if you want..." Without thinking it twice, I made my way in between her thighs and nuzzled my face against her crotch; I couldn't help sniffing out loud, it had been too long since the last time I had smelled this musk. I nuzzled the crotch of her shorts, producing a small giggle from Megan...."hehehe...that tickles Edna...hehehe..." I laid my cheeck on her firm and warm thigh, keeping my nose in contact with her pouty fragrant crotch; it felt perfect. As I relaxed happily snuggled in between her legs, I slowly started to fall asleep, as I was also exhausted from my own lack of sleep; the cozy warmth of her bodily heat was awesome, and I couldn't help but to embrace it and pass out. I must have been asleep for at least an hour. As my eyes slowly opened, I could see sunlight filtering through the blinds. Slowly I raised my face off of Megan's thigh, a string of drool stretched from the side of my mouth leaving a wet marking on her skin. As I carefully looked over, I realized that her eyes were closed and she was sound asleep. I did not want to disturb her sleep so I decided to remain in the same position. As I looked down at her her crotch, I noticed the perfect split down the middle of her slit; her shorts had ridden up and were wedged between her pussy lips; I noticed how thick and pouty the looked, as I was thoroughly examining the sight; it was beautiful, they looked very enticing, I couldn't resist and once more I brought my nose down and sniffed her pussy. If I would have done it a million times, a million times I would've reacted the same way; my heart accelarated and my mouth watered; the hunger in my stomach burning...'God Megan this is awesome..' Almost instinctively and without thinking I gave her crotch a loving peck; it felt very soft and warm on my lips; I loved the feeling, so I tentatively gave it another peck; my heart was pounding in my chest and the hunger in my stomach was more present than ever before. Then through the fog of thoughts in my head, I decided to risk everything; I had to do it, this was probably my only chance, I needed to see Megan's pussy; it was almost necessary for me to go on living; I had to feast my eyes with her most private part. I did not want to take advantage of my best friend while she slept, specially after she had been so good to me, yet I knew that this was more important, maybe I was being selfish, but I needed it so bad, that I could care less about the repercussions. Carefully I brought my finger to the edge of her shorts at her crotch; it was quite a task and I had to maneuver carefully since the shorts were almost glued to her. As my finger made contact with her warm skin, I noticed it had a silky and somewhat rubbery texture, making it difficult to slide my finger along; it must have been the result of the dried humidity on her skin. Managing to hook my finger into the shorts, I knew I was about to uncover a beautiful treasure, maybe the most beautiful of them all; my hand was shaking nervously, and my mouth was dry. Very slowly I pulled the damp clothing to the side, revealing her vagina. I gave a out a loud sigh, as my body jerked reflexively; I became dizzy, and my breath became short and labored. I thought I would faint as my eyes took in the most beautiful sight known to my pitiful existence. It was breathtaking; I could only whisper to myself..."Ghhoooodnessss...its..its...more beautiful than I thought it would be.....so gorgeous..." Her pussy was simply amazing; the outer lips were thick and puffy, and were the same color of the skin adjacent to it, almost peach in hue; they appeared a bit oily and very smooth. They gave the impression of pouting lips begging for attention. The sight was just too much for me to handle; my heart was beating very hard and at an alarming pace; my eyes felt glairy, and my whole body was trembling. As I closed in for a better look, I felt the excess drool puddled up at the base of my mouth, a drop managing to trickle out as I swallowed the rest. I was being driven by my instincts; my senses no longer working. Shakily I separated her pussy lips, to show her hot pink interior. Her inner lips were almost nonexistent; they looked very fragile and they had an amazing pink luster to them. Her clitoral hood was beautiflly dormant at the top of her slit, partially burried between her very puffy lips, encasing her clit. I also caught a stronger whiff of her musk, but this time straight from its source; I noticed it was a bit more acrid, as I was able to discern the faint smell of urine mixed with her dried sweat; it was a bouquet of teenage hot All American blonde pussy. I was nearly insane, face to face with the prettiest and most forbidden carnal jewel; I knew I wasn't in control of the situation, as I was only inches away from it, my eyes hipnotized by the sight. Without thinking I brought my lips down on Megan's pussy and gave it a tender peck. It felt very warm and very soft..."hmmmm....nhhhiceeee..." Tentatively I gave it another kiss, this time a bit firmer...."hmmm...wowwwhhh..." Then I gave it third kiss, even firmer than the second and lasting longer; there was a faint smacking sound when the kiss ended. Then the unthinkable; I slowly extended my salivating tongue and made contact with the inside of her right outer lip. At that moment I knew that my life would change, and definitely my diet together with it....'Nutrition??...Food?? Who cares about food when you have something like this out there.' My taste buds detected the saline flavour of her sweat and the raw spice of her vaginal fluid. My whispers became louder as I couldn't control myself..."Ohhh Megannn....this is great.." muuuaachhhssss(kiss)..."Don't ever keep this from me....its so hot.." muuuaaachhhssss(kiss)...."I love it so much.."muaaaacchhhsssss(kiss); As my intensity grew, I completely lost any reserve left and I began to french kiss Megan's pussy deeply and passionaltely, while moaning at the same time; I was innocently raping my best friend. Then I heard Megan's groggy voice..."Edna what are y....." "Shhhhhhhh...Megan don't worry....go back to sleep sweetie...."mmmmmmuuaaachhhsss(kiss with tongue) My insanity making me whisper irrational thoughts. "Edna I don't think you should...ughhhhh...this ain't right....ughhhhh....ohhh fuck.....ughhh" Megan's hip started thrusting involuntarily as my mouth french kissed per pussy; I could feel it rapidly warming up and her tangy taste started to overpower the saltiness of her sweat; her fluid started to thicken and was now flowing into my mouth, instinctively and inexperienced, I swallowed it, feeling its peculiar warmth as it made its way down my throath, it felt so forbidden to take in her vaginal fluids like this and yet somehow it added to my passion. Then I saw the cutest and sexiest thing; her clit was peaking out of its hood, very defiant and erect. As it caught my eye, I slowly detached myself from Megan's swollen vagina, thick strings of saliva mixed with cum stretching from both set of lips, the little nodule had me in awe. I heard megan's voice, very shaky and coarse..."Whhh...what is it?...something wrong?..." I couldn't answer, so instead I did what felt natural at the moment and brought my hungry lips down to her clit and sucked on it using my tongue to milk its taste..."hhhhmmmmmhhhmmmmmmmm...." I could only moan as I experimented and relished in its slippery texture. As I sucked voraciously, Megan's thrusts became faster and their rythm was erratic, I didn't understand what was happening, but I didn't care as I was only focused on my personal bliss. Then I heard Megan scream out of the top of her lungs...."AAAAiiiiiiiiiiiggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!" With a loud wet sucking sound I released her clit as I thought I had caused her pain somehow..."Megan...Megan...what is it...are you ok???" I quickly crawled up the bed to look at her face; her expression was tired and extremely flushed, almost like if she had just finished running a marathon. She slowly turned to look at me, her eyes dreamy and watery; her voice unstable and lacking refinement..."do you have any idea what you just did...." "Oh nooo Megan...did I hurt you...I am so so sory...I am so stupid....I promise I didn't mean too..." I was so upset with myself for being so weak and impulsive. Then she interrupted me..."shhh shhhh...Megan listen...shut up....listen..I think I just had an orgasm..." I blushed profusely at her comment, realizing what it meant. "Ohhh...did you?" I could only ask, as I didn't know what to say. Megan could only nod, her demeanor very exhausted. As I stared at her in her flushed condition, I suddenly felt guilty, I felt that I had forced my lascivious will on her for my own personal pleasure. "Megan I am so sorry....I feel that I have betrayed you and taken advantage of you.....I should have never done it..." "Edna I kinda feel the same way...I feel like I took advantage of you by encouraging you on..." Her words were very surprising to me..."Nooooo Megan..don't ever say that...besides I was enjoying it a lot..." my voice trailing off as I realized the implications of my last words. "Then you shouldn't feel like you took advantage of me because I was enjoying it too...." Her last words came with a deep swallow. We couldn't help but to stare at each other in silence. There was so much tenderness and understanding in our eyes; we were communicating silently; deep in our hearts we knew that our frienship would change forever, we didn't need to say anything; our gaze sealing the new found covenant. Our relationship would soar to new heights. This was the beginning of a beautiful promise; a future filled with love and mutual satisfaction. We didn't need to delegate roles, as we both perfectly understood our parts in this new found episode of our lives; she would be the receiver and I would be the giver. That evening I left Megan's house with a different aura about me. My heart was overflowing with joy; I was starting a new life, one that was very promising and accepting; there was so much to look forward to. I jumped and skipped all the way to my house in sheer happiness and excitement. As I entered, I saw that my mother was in the kitchen preparing dinner; I ran to hug and kiss her, still celebrating my luck..."muaahhhh...I love you mom.." My mom had a surprised look in her face..."Edna what is all the excitement about darling??..." "Nothing mom!!!...I just did very well today...that's all!!" As I spoke to my mom she was examining closely..."Edna what did you eat today....your breath is...I don't know....fishy...were you eating fish??..." I grinned to myself..."Yes mom...the sweetest fish I have ever tasted...the sweetest one..." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chpt 4 is on the way...let me know if you want to read it...thanks [email protected]

Author: Lizard69 Title: How I met Cheryl Keywords: (Mm, fm, fdom, Mdom, humil, cfnm Summary: All men are perverts... to one degree or another. Teenage boys can be absolutely depraved, unless you're comparing them to teenage girls... This is a work of fiction. If you have trouble with the boundary between fact and fantasy, don't read it. If the story codes following the title freak you out, don't read it. If I mis-coded drop me a note through the author email link at ASSTR. Do not under any circumstances forward this file to anyone that hasn't specifically requested it. In case you haven't figured it out yet this is intended as *adult* entertainment. Do not allow it to be accessed by minors. If you have inadvertently downloaded it in a jurisdiction where such material isn't legal please delete it immediately. Do not re-post in whole or in part without this notice. Do not repost on any "for profit" site without my specific written permission. Copyright 2012 by Lizard69. How I met Cheryl (Mm, fm, fdom, Mdom, humil) By Lizard69 I have a secret. Maybe "had" is more accurate. Pam doesn't know everything about me, especially since we've grown up and gone our separate ways, but I have no secrets from her. She was my first girlfriend. I was a total geek and Pam's best feature was her long brown hair, hanging fine and straight all the way to her tight round ass. Otherwise she was "skinny little tomboy", plus overbite, plus glasses and a trace of acne. We made the perfect nerdy teen couple. Anyone seeing us together would have thought we were just chums. We didn't go around making cow eyes at each other or swapping lame poetry. We didn't even get that much time together outside of school. I lived out in the sticks while she was in town and neither of us would have a drivers license for at least two more years. If Pam hadn't practically tripped over us while her uncle was fucking me I doubt if we would ever have hooked up. We only shared one class and my "embarrassing moment" was after school on Friday so I had the whole weekend to figure out how I was going to deal with it. It didn't help. When she stopped at my desk on Monday I had no idea what to say. Somehow I managed to pretend she wasn't there, and did such a good job I didn't find the note in my jacket pocket until the next class. "We need to talk. Meet me at the tennis courts after school." I chickened out of course but she wouldn't let it drop. I was eating my lunch the next day while watching the gym class play softball, off by myself away from the crowd, when she sat down beside me. Leave it to a nerd to get cornered in an open field! "Please don't be mad at me. I'm not trying to pick on you and if you really want me to leave you alone I will, but there's something I have to tell you first. I can't stop thinking about you and my uncle. If I don't talk to somebody about it I'll go nuts but you and Phil are the only ones I can talk to without breaking my promise not to tell. Phil is a creep. He's been hitting on me since I was ten but I sort of have a truce with him. As long as he keeps taking no for an answer I won't tell what he's been asking. Talking about sex with him would be really, really, stupid." "Knowing what he's like I wouldn't have stopped to ask him for a ride, but the house he's working on is so close to school, and it's such a long walk. It didn't occur to me that I might be interrupting anything. I've seen magazines, but I haven't walked in on anyone before. I never even imagined guys doing each other. When you told me you were a slut, not a queer, I didn't know what you were talking about at first. I could understand a boy being horny enough to fuck anything or queers being horny for each other. Even the idea of a pervert who does kids, finding a kid who wants it isn't that strange. I guess that if a girl who'll let anybody fuck her is a slut then a boy who lets perverts fuck him is a slut too. It's just that when you hear the word *slut* nobody thinks *boy*." "You're going to think I'm the worlds worst pervert. Everybody knows that guys jack off. Most girls do too but nobody talks about it. Friday night I was in bed, thinking about what you did. I couldn't get to sleep until I did it. Then I did it again. I kept on doing it until I was so worn out I could sleep. I can't stop thinking about it and the more I do, the more questions I have. Do you masturbate a lot? Have you done it with a lot of perverts? What was it like for you to let me watch?" I started to reply a couple of times but no words came. I almost got up and ran but couldn't do that either. Finally I concentrated on watching the game and found out I could relax enough to talk to her. "Uh...yeah, I guess I jack off a lot. Letting you watch us was the most embarrassing thing I ever did, until you came over here and asked me to talk about it." "I'm sorry. Maybe I should go." "No, that's OK. I, uh, I kind of like it. At least when it's about sex. When I'm embarrassed about not knowing the answer in class or something stupid like that it's no fun at all." "Cool! So, how many perverts have you been with?" "Two so far." "I thought you said you were a slut?" "Yeah, well, I do it with anyone who asks me but I don't tell the whole world about it. So far only two pervs have asked me." "So you're saying that If I asked you to do sex stuff you would?" "Uh...yeah, I guess so, as long as you promise not to tell anybody." "What if I have this super close friend. Could I tell her about you without telling her who you are?" "I guess I have to trust you, but be careful. If too many people find out this could really mess up my life." "OK, it's a deal. I'm a pervert and you're a slut but we'll both get away with it longer if we protect our reputations. Uh, are you going to...make yourself cum, tonight?" "I guess so." "Would you like, think about me, while you do it?" She got up and left before I could say anything but it didn't matter. What do you say to a girl who asks you to think about her while you wank off? She found me at the same place the next day. I was blushing before she got close enough to talk and it got worse when she started to smile. "You've been thinking about me...a lot!" "Uh, Yeah." "My god, this is so neat! When you did it, were you thinking about doing stuff with me, or was I just sort of, there?" "I, uh, thought about the other time, with Allen and Phil." "So you imagined me watching them fuck you?" "Sick huh?" "Yeah, but I like it. Give me your number and your moms name. I'll have my mom call her and ask if you can come home with me Friday to work on a project for school. My mom will drive you home later. I think I can set something up for you. One thing though, on Friday I want you so horny you can't think straight. So don't do anything between now and then." "Not anything?" "You can touch it if you have to, like taking a shower or going to the bathroom, but don't make it squirt or you'll miss something really special." That night wasn't too bad. It took everything I had to leave it alone on Thursday. By Friday afternoon I was wearing my shirt tail out to hide a hardon that wouldn't go away for more than a few minutes at a time. Pam met me at my locker after my last class and we started off towards her place. A couple of blocks from school foot traffic thinned out enough we could talk without being overheard. "Try not to panic, OK? My friend Cheryl wants to meet you." "Wwwhat?!" "Please just listen. If you have to hate me there's plenty of time for that later. She didn't believe me when I told her about you. You can't really blame her. A month ago you wouldn't have believed me if I told you about a kid who let me watch a couple of guys fuck him. What really pushed it over the top was telling her you would do sex with perverts if I asked you to. Now my best friend thinks I'm telling this outrageous lie and won't believe another thing I say until I can prove I was telling the truth." We walked along without talking for a long time. I think that's when I started to really like her. I knew she was something special even if I was too inexperienced to know how rare it was to find a girlfriend who knew when to shut up. Finally I asked her, "So what am I supposed to do about it?". "You don't have to do anything, but if you're willing to talk to Cheryl, I'll call her and have her meet us at the library. I have to warn you though, she's really, really pretty. Most of the guys she meets take one look at her, start drooling, and can't talk. It isn't going to help that she wants to ask you about pervert sex. If you want to impress her, look her in the eye and answer her questions as honestly as you can. It doesn't matter if you stammer and blush. She expects that. The important thing is honesty and eye contact. There aren't six guys who've given her that in her whole life and I'm pretty sure she's fucked all of them." Pam had told me her friend was pretty, but that hardly began to cover it. Cheryl was unbelievably hot, all the right curves combined with the face of an innocent young girl. She'd been Pam's closest friend until her family moved across town shortly before we hooked up. As we found a spot away from foot traffic she looked me over. "Pam told me she watched two old guys fuck your ass and your mouth at the same time. I needed some help to even imagine a boy doing that." Cheryl pulled some folded paper out of her pocket and handed it to me. Unfolded, I could see it was a couple of pages torn from some gay porn magazine. If I could have blushed any deeper I would have. She'd been looking at pictures of guys doing each other while she was waiting to meet me. "Pam said you got so turned on, you popped your load just from his dick bumping your guy spot. I can't imagine how embarrassing this is for you. You don't have to tell me anything, but I have to ask. Did you really want to go there? Are you actually such a hopeless horndog that you'd let a couple of baby rapers use you like a girlie boy if that's the only sex you can get? Will you do it with both of us watching if I can set you up?" Pam was right about me being flustered. If I'd passed Cheryl on the street I'd have been too intimidated to say hi, and here she was asking for details about my sex life! I don't know how long I imitated a fish out of water before I finally got my mouth to start forming words. "Oh my god, you don't start with the easy ones do you? I can't believe I'm telling you this. I've only done it a couple of times. The guys Pam saw me with are the only ones I did it with so far. One of them gave me that address when he finished doing it to me the first time. He told me when to show up if I wanted to be a slut. Nobody made me go there. They didn't really make me do things. I mean, they told me what to do and I did it, but they didn't rape me. Maybe they would have if I tried to leave or told them I wouldn't do what they wanted. I thought I was going to die when Pam walked in on us. Then she started to flip out and I got so scared she was going to run screaming down the street, I had to ignore how I felt and help her deal with what she tripped over. I didn't think it was possible to get any more embarrassed, until she asked if she could watch. The strangest thing is that having her watch actually made it feel more normal. I was still doing it with a couple of pervs, but I was doing it *for* a girl. That isn't the same as doing it *with* a girl, but it's a lot less queer than what I was doing before." I could almost hear the gears turning as she thought about what I'd told her. Also my embarrassment started to fade a little, or maybe I was just getting used to it. It was sort of like diving into cold water. It doesn't really get warmer but after a while the shock wears off. She was looking at me like I was some kind of horrible pervert, but I didn't get the feeling she wanted to turn and run. The whole situation was so far from normal I can't really say her next question surprised me. "Johnny, do you think I'm pretty? OK, that's stupid. Even people who aren't trying to get my pants off tell me I'm beautiful. Do you have any idea what kind of baggage goes with that? I'm not going to start whining about how tough it is to be pretty. Every time I hear some girl doing that I want to slap her. If she doesn't like being beautiful she can slam her face against a building until she isn't anymore. I ENJOY being pretty. Life is easier when the first thing anyone notices about you is something they like. What I'm trying to say is that it has a down side. I found out what cum tastes like while I was still wearing diapers, or would have been wearing one if the pervert hadn't taken it off to molest me. I was taking it up the ass by the time I was eight and in my muffin since I was ten. Learning to play one pervert against another was the only way I could keep the line short enough that I had time for anything other than sex." "I'm not a slut. Right now there's, like, three guys I might call if I wanted to do something. There's another half dozen I wouldn't hang up on if they called me, but we probably wouldn't get together. I've *never* been so horny I'd let a total stranger do anything he wanted just so I could have sex. Maybe boys are different that way. Maybe you get hornier than girls. Maybe you're just more willing to do something about it when you have a hardon that won't go away. Whatever. If you're really a horny little slut I can set you up. The only catch is you have to let us watch. That shouldn't be a problem. To be honest, the pervs who fuck anything on a moments notice are the kind of creeps you probably shouldn't be alone with if nobody knows where you are." When we got to Cheryl's place she locked the front door behind us then led the way to the back of the house. "Dad's out of town on business and mom works the evening shift so we could do it here if we had to. It's not a good idea to have strangers coming over when the neighbors know my folks aren't here. That's like asking to get busted. I'll use the speaker phone in my dads office to set this up. Be careful not to move anything. He doesn't mind me being in here but gets real upset if things aren't where he left them." She hit a button, dialed a number, and after a couple of rings a man answered. "Hi Fred, I've got a couple of friends here and we're on speaker. They're cool but I thought I should warn you it's three on one, not a private conversation. So, how's my favorite perv? I know I'm getting a little old for you but are you still up for something kinky?" "Hmmm, Not sure I have the stamina for three of you, but it might be interesting to try. What's the catch?" "Catches, lots of them. First, Pam and I aren't there to play, just chaperon , and wipe the cum off his chin before you send him home to momma. Pam might lend a hand if things slow down and you need a fluffer. Second, he's only thirteen but gets into movies on a child ticket and could probably pass for ten or eleven if he had to. In case you haven't figured it out yet he's one hole short of a full set, not queer, just horny enough to let you do anything. Oh, I almost forgot, he let his girlfriend talk him into holding off for a few days so right now he's on the edge of blowing a load in his shorts just listening to me talk to you. He'll probably squirt boy juice in all directions as soon as you bury your dick in his ass." "OK, but what's the catch? Seriously, if he's hair trigger bring him in through the kitchen. I'm tired of scrubbing cum stains out of the carpet." "OK, but don't jump him as soon as he comes through the door, you have to give us some time to get him ready. We'll be over soon as..." When we got to Fred's kitchen Cheryl stopped and pulled a can out of the cupboard. "This is vegetable grease. It's thicker than KY and doesn't rot condoms like oil based lubes. You can't get pregnant but if you really do it with anybody sooner or later you're going to catch something nasty. Using condoms won't stop everything but will keep you healthy a lot longer. Your ass isn't really built for sex. It might be a turn on to think about a parade of guys fucking your cute little tail, but trust me, even one guy slamming away a little too hard or long can put you in a world of hurt. It will be a lot more fun, a whole lot longer, if you learn to use your hands, mouth, and anything else to get them right to the edge before they finish in your ass. You can get by once without a condom, but what if he wants seconds? Will you still want to suck it when you know where it's been?" She smiled at Pam and Fred before she went on. "Pam should be the one to do this, or maybe you'd rather do it yourself while we watch. If it's OK with you, I'd like to be the one that gets you ready for Fred. Take off your pants and bend over the table." I swallowed hard and reached for my belt, then started to get in position as I pushed them down. Cheryl stopped me and insisted I take them off. "Let us see you spread for him. He's horny enough to jump you right now, but if he does it as hard as he wants to, you need to be all greased up and your boy hole nice and relaxed" Pam giggled. "Look at the wet spot in his shorts. His dick started leaking the minute he met you. By now he'd give us a show if you told him he was going to do it dog style...with a real dog!" Cheryl gave her a funny look. "If I was him I'd be looking for a way to make you sorry you said that." As I stepped out of my pants and underwear she hugged me from behind and spoke softly into my ear. "Don't get flustered about a little wet spot in your shorts. I'm so wet right now my panties are drenched. This whole thing is hotter than any daydream I've ever had." She pushed down on my dick as I bent over, so the edge of the table made it point towards the floor. The edge was hard against the top of my thighs as well. My legs weren't long enough to spread as wide as she wanted and still keep my feet on the floor. I had to grab the sides of the table to keep from sliding down as I hooked my toes around the outside of the table legs. She used a couple of fingers held flat to push grease into my ass while bending over the table to keep talking softly to me. "You have to understand, Fred didn't wake up one day and discover he turned into a pervert while he was sleeping. He's been messing with kids since he was a kid himself. Whenever the kids he's doing get too old, he finds some younger ones to play with. There have been a LOT of kids. Cripes, some of them have grown up, had kids of their own, and brought them over to visit Fred. There's no way he could have done it this long without getting caught more than once, maybe even dozens of times. Know why he isn't in jail? He doesn't just do stuff to kids. He pushes them into doing stuff with him, making them part of it. So if they get caught the whole story is so embarrassing they won't tell the cops anything. That's what you have to do now." "I'm not sure I know what you want. No, that isn't right. I'm sure I don't know what you want. I'm not sure I want to find out." "Just being a slut would be enough, if he knew you, and could be sure you're way too embarrassed about it to tell anybody. The problem is he can't know what a slut you are until after you do it. He needs to be sure you'll never tell before he does anything. The quickest way to make it safe for Fred is to let him take some pictures." "P..Pic...Pictures? Of ME!? Like THIS!?" I'm not sure what I might have said next. Maybe it wasn't the flash of the camera that left me speechless. Maybe I was already there. Pam and Cheryl crowded in to watch the photo develop while he held it down where I could see too. If I had that photo now I'd think it's really hot but at the time I felt sick. Cheryl's face was out of the frame. Other than that it was a perfect shot of a skinny young boy bent over a table, bare assed and getting finger fucked by a girl in a school uniform. I was on my knees for the next one, with everyone gathered around, and me looking right into the camera with Fred's cock in my mouth. He didn't cum until after the flash and the camera took a couple seconds to recover, so the next shot showed his still hard dick in front of my cum smeared face. The last photo was the worst. They had me sit on the end of the table and unbutton my shirt, then lay back and pull my knees up and apart until I was completely spread. Cheryl took the camera as Fred dropped his pants and stepped between my ankles, nudging the head of his dick against my pucker. Instead of telling me to smile or say cheese, she had me say yes, over and over. She kept it up, teasing me, telling me to say it louder or softer, to "say it sweet" and "let us know you mean it". I was on the edge of tears when Fred couldn't hold off any more. He started to sink his cock into my ass and Cheryl caught the shot as I let out one final YESSSSS! My own timing was almost as good a little later when I lifted my head to look down at myself, just in time to catch a load of my own sperm square in the face. I thought for a second Fred would pull out and add his load but he gave a few quick thrusts and finished in my ass. While I caught my breath Cheryl sat on the table next to me and quietly thanked me for letting her be part of this. She thought it was awesome that I could do something so embarrassing. I felt her trailing her fingers through the puddles of sperm on my belly and chest, but somehow it was still a shock when she brought them to my lips. She knew I didn't want to, and we both knew that I'd do it anyway. Her smile turned to pure delight as I surrendered completely, snaking my tongue over her fingers as if I were licking spunk off some perverts cock. Cheryl was violating me more intimately than the pervert who had fucked me. When she finally ran out of cum to feed me I sat up to see what Fred and Pam thought of the show. I found out they weren't even watching. They'd been looking at the photos talking about who to give them to. Pam thought it would be more embarrassing to show them to my mom, while Fred thought it might be better to pass them around at school. I was sure mom knew I was jerking off because she hadn't caught me at it. I spent so much time with my dick in my hand, she had to work around it to keep from tripping over me. More than once I'd seen her smile as I shot through the door after school and straight to the bathroom. It didn't stop me from jacking off, just made me feel like more of a perv while I was doing it. What would she think of these photo's? Pam laid them out on the table one by one and I tried to imagine my mom doing the same thing at home. The first couple weren't that bad but trying to see them as my mom would, made me really look at them for the first time. Would mom look at them closely enough to see I wasn't just sucking cock, I was doing it in front of a couple of girls? Then I got to the last one and wanted to die. Cheryl had caught it perfect. On my back with my pants off and shirt open, knees pulled up and wide, ass hole greased and lifted to meet his cock, I was totally "spread for Fred". The flash had lit up a glistening thread linking the head of my stiffy to a little puddle of pre-cum on my belly. All of that was nothing compared to the expression on my face. Tear filled eyes, a nervous little smile, and so openly, nakedly helpless I didn't recognize myself at first. It hit me like a "one, two" punch. The kid in this picture wasn't having sex, he was being raped, in the most degrading, humiliating way possible. He was also getting exactly what he deserved. He was a little cock tease being forced to pay off. How would I explain to mom I was doing it to show off for a couple of girls? Would she try to stop it, maybe ground me to keep me away from the kind of perverts who would do this to a young boy? My parents had never tried to pick my friends, but they insisted on meeting every one of them so they would know who I was with and where I was at. Would she want to meet Fred? Would she drop me off when she came into town to do the weekend shopping? What would it be like for her to push a shopping cart around while her son was being raped? What would it be like to let people do stuff to me, while knowing that my own mother was either OK with it, or at least willing to look the other way? The whole train of thought derailed when Fred turned and handed me the photo's. "They're yours kid. Cops have searched my house more than once. One of the reasons I'm not in jail is that I don't keep souvenirs. My advice to you is to destroy them right now while you know you have all the copies and none of them have got "lost". I've got a pair of tongs right here. You can hold each one over a stove burner until it's too crispy to see anything." That didn't work out either. The girls backed off and whispered together while I did most of them, then Pam stepped forward and asked me for the last. I don't know if I was more startled by the idea that she might *want* it or that there might be something she would want to *do* with it. Out of reflex I said, "Why?'". For a second she stared at me like I was some kind of moron. "So I can show it to people, silly. Remember our deal? You fuck, I chaperon. I have that copy of your yearbook photo to show people this nice kid I know. It will be a lot easier convincing them you're for real if I have a photo of you in action. Cheryl knows a couple of people who would really like to see it too. Hey, it's your picture, you can destroy it any time you want. I'm just saying that if you let me borrow it for a little while we can make a few introductions. Most people, even most perverts, won't just fuck a strange kid on the fly. The ones who will don't care about their own reputation, and aren't going to make any real effort to protect yours. Ask Fred." "She has a point kid. Now that I know you I wouldn't mind doing you again if I don't have anything better going. You're sick, and twisted, and I really like that in a kid. If I hadn't met you through Cheryl though, nothing would have happened. I spend months, sometimes years getting to know a kid before I start coaxing them into doing stuff. I'm always breaking in somebody new and doing "old friends" stuff with the ones that are too old. That's what I have to do to get what I want without getting caught. Even the ones that feel like I abused them aren't interested in going to the cops. If I saw you working a corner downtown I wouldn't hit on you any more than I'd flash a playground. I don't need that kind of attention. If you trust these girls enough to set you up with a total stranger loaning them the photo shouldn't be a problem. Keep in mind that there is always a risk it will be lost, or stolen, or copied, and you have no control over who will see it. Can somebody use it to blackmail you? If somebody threatened to mail it to your mom could you walk away? If anyone can use that picture to make you do things you don't want to, burn it now. Don't let it out of your sight. Don't even let it out of your hand." I tried to imagine Pam showing that photo to people. Girlfriends passing it around in a restroom or at a sleepover. Does her mom snoop through her purse? Her uncle Phil was a creep, but did he have more friends like Allen? What about Cheryl? I'd do anything she wanted and was sure she knew other guys who felt the same way. Would she set up a couple of guys who desperately wanted to do her, to fuck each other instead? The girls started giggling and Fred spoke up. "You might as well hand it over kid. You just popped a hardon that could cut glass." Pam gave me a quick kiss as she tucked the photo in her purse. "It's time for me to warm this up a little. I'm as old as Cheryl but still flat enough to turn Fred on. She's going to teach me how to be a cock teaser and you're going to be the slut that keeps me from actually having to put out." She'd kicked off her sneakers and was peeling off her jeans. "You should be learning this too. Watching him fuck you is hot, but it's over too quick." Cheryl hopped up to sit on the end of the table then pulled me over to stand between her thighs while she hugged me from behind. "Pam's right you know, but maybe for the wrong reason. Longer isn't always better. I can watch some guys cock pumping away for about two minutes before it starts to get boring. Playing, teasing, talking about what you like and what you don't, that sort of thing stays interesting and can go on for hours. If it gets intense enough it hardly matters where the cocks are, the people involved are having sex. Right now Pam is breaking rule one and offering too much too soon. These are kind of special circumstances. When you're dealing with a guy who just fucked your friend, taking your pants off is kind of the minimum to get his attention." "Next lesson, eye contact and *smile*! You're here to hook up with another human being. If you're not, go home and play with yourself. It's more sanitary and nobodies feelings will get hurt. That brings us to limits. If you don't set yours ahead of time, somebody else will set them for you. When you wake up naked in the park with a face like a glazed dough nut, it's a little late to decide that all you wanted to do was flirt. This is where the teasing starts. All guys want to push your limits. Every guy wants to be the first. First guy to feel your tits, first guy to get your bra off, first guy to get his hand in your pants, wherever you draw the line they always want more. It sort of works backwards. If everybody knows you do it with anybody the only people who want you have been turned down by everyone else. If you let them coax you into admitting that you sometimes do "really embarrassing" stuff, but only with special people, they all want to do you. Everybody wants to be special. Everybody wants to think he's the only guy on earth you would ever do *that* with." "You're not queer John. You're a normal teenage nerd with no social skills and so horny you'll let some pervo fuck you if that's the only sex you can get. Fred isn't queer either, he's into girls. He's also as horny as you are. If he has a safe chance to take a cute, straight, boy and use him like a little girl he will. Pam and I have watched him before! He did you just like a girl who's too little to take a grown mans dick in her muffin. What he needs to know now is did you like it? We thought you were having a good time and we watched you squirt, but can you look him in the eye and admit that you liked it?" If I forgot how to blush before I was doing a real good job of remembering now. "I...I want to do it with a girl." "I'm glad, but that's not what I asked. What if Pam slipped you a note in school with Fred and a phone number written on it? You'd have a pretty good idea what he wants. I mean you never played checkers with the guy. Would you call him right away? If he told you last time was fun and he'd like to spend an hour or two with a "nasty little girl" would you tell him where to pick you up after school? I think you got an extra kick out of putting on a show for us, but did you like what he did enough to come back and let him do it again?" "Uh, yes." "Then tell him!" "Fred... I... I liked being a girl for you. I'll do it again if you want." He stared at me for a minute then kind of shook his head. "You mean that. If the girls left right now, and you could go with them or stay for another round and meet them later, you'd stay. Yeah, I'm horny enough I'd like to go again. The girls can stay or go it doesn't matter to me. It might matter to you. I'm horny but I'm human. Getting me off again is going to take more than waving your naked tail at me. Are you ready to give them a *real* show? Then get over here, put your arms around my neck, and kiss me like you want to be fucked." He was right. The girls thought it was hilarious that I knew how to suck cock but didn't know how to swap spit. Maybe it was the way he slapped my ass and told me I could do better. He was right too! I caught another one when I hesitated after he told me to drop my shirt. They weren't light taps either! They stung bad enough to give me a real incentive to do it right. If Fred thought a "nasty little girl" looked hottest dressed in nothing but a pair of socks, that's all I wanted to be wearing. He wanted to play with me while I sucked him so he had me get on the table instead of my knees. I don't know how long I was spit shining his cock before I noticed his hands were going everywhere but my stiffy. I came up for air long enough to ask him about it and earned another slap on the ass. "Little girls don't have dicks. If you spread your legs I'll get some more grease into your ass hole. I'm almost ready to fuck you again and I want you so slippery I can do it hard and nasty. Maybe, if you're down on all fours like a hot little bitch with my cock in your ass. Maybe, if your hips are really bucking as you try to use your asshole to pull one more load out of my cock. Maybe, if I don't need both hands on your waist to get the action I want, I can reach around and pretend I'm jacking off as I pop my load. Then again, maybe one of the girls will do it for you." It was Pam's fingers glazed with my spunk as her and Cheryl gushed about how incredibly hot it was watching me turn into Fred's little bitch. The casual way she brought them to my lips told me she *had* been watching Cheryl earlier and expected the same level of intimacy from me. I won't say I was actually dazed but things were pretty quiet on the trip home. I had a lot of mental sorting to do. Pam's mom was a preview of what Pam might be like twenty years down the road. She had the same tomboy build, but also a quiet confidence that said she knew what she wanted and didn't need anyones help or permission to go after it. (I discovered later that YES she did snoop through her daughters purse. but that's a different story.) Pam came up with some wild ideas but we didn't manage to actually put anything together for a couple of weeks and by then it was summer vacation. With no way to get into town I'd have lost touch anyway but my folks sent me off to my grandparents place to get me out from under foot.

Author: Lizard69 Title: Baby Summary: Who says there's no such thing as an "adult molester"? Keywords: gdom gg mg This is a work of fiction. If you have trouble with the boundary between fact and fantasy, don't read it. If the story codes following the title freak you out, don't read it. If I mis-coded drop me a note through the author email link at ASSTR. Do not under any circumstances forward this file to anyone that hasn't specifically requested it. In case you haven't figured it out yet this is intended as *adult* entertainment. Do not allow it to be accessed by minors. If you have inadvertently downloaded it in a jurisdiction where such material isn't legal please delete it immediately. Do not re-post in whole or in part without this notice. Do not repost on any "for profit" site without my specific written permission. Copyright 2013 by Lizard69. Julie (Mgg gg reluctant) by Lizard69 I know a pervert, a genuine sexual predator. This amoral monster seems to take a special delight in manipulating people. By the time they realize what's going on they're active participants in their own degradation. At this point I don't know whether to strangle the little bitch, or thank her for setting up the most intense sexual encounter I've ever had. I guess the only real place to begin is at the beginning. A week after Julie was born her mom checked herself into the flake ward. The doctor told me it was "severe postnatal depression" and that we were lucky. Women in much better shape than Helen had tried to stop the depression by getting rid of the baby. Yeah..., right. I had a social worker chasing me with forms to give my daughter up for adoption. She was absolutely certain you had to have tits to be capable of caring for a baby. I had an asshole boss telling me that *somebody* was going to be doing my job real soon, whether I came back or not. My heavily medicated, soon to be ex-wife, had her parents convinced that I deliberately caused her to trip her breakers by getting her pregnant in the first place. My own parents had me late in life and were about three steps from needing diapers themselves. I told the smiling shrink that if he thought this was luck I hoped he caught a triple dose of it. We managed to hang on somehow. My folks watched Julie while I worked days and took night courses in Chinese, Japanese, and Korean. By the time she was a toddler I was working from home as a technical translator. "Latch the filter cover in place by turning the locking handle ninety degrees to the right." will never match Hemingway, but it put groceries on the table. It had some strange side effects though. To improve my skills most of the TV and movies I watched were foreign language and when Julie hit first grade she thought anyone who couldn't speak at least three languages was slightly retarded. The attitude didn't make her popular but there wasn't much I could do about it. She needed me too much as a dad for me to toss that and try to be her best friend. Then Amber and her dad moved in a couple blocks down the street. The two girls are nothing like each other. Julie is thick bodied, almost pudgy, with curly red hair and a dusting of freckles. Amber is match stick thin with big blue eyes and streaky blond hair cut tomboy short. Julie is almost painfully shy while Amber is immediately in your space, almost, "in your face", but so innocently friendly that while it may be startling it really isn't offensive. Both girls have divorced moms they've barely met. Both have just turned twelve, and they go to the same school. If I had to guess I'd say they're at opposite ends of whatever range their peers consider socially acceptable. Since they started hanging together they couldn't care less what the herd thinks. That's even more true since *IT* happened. Julie slept over at Amber's place that Friday, which wasn't unusual. I got a little concerned when she was back home, alone, before I finished my coffee the next morning. Asking a few questions caught me a lap full of daughter crying like she'd lost her last friend. It wasn't long until the phone rang. She told me she didn't want to talk to Amber and went to her room. When I picked up, the girl on the other end was totally frantic. She kept babbling something about a disk, saying that Julie had to give it back or her dad was going to kill her. Setting the phone down I checked the backpack Julie left in the hall and sure enough, there was an unlabeled CD in there. I told Amber to come on over and loaded the disk into my laptop while I was waiting. Now I'm not a prude and I've been around some. I know it isn't unusual for a couple of young girls to be curious about sex and get giggly comparing notes about boys. It's a little more rare for them to "practice" on each other the things they might like to try with boys but it does happen. I wasn't really surprised to see a total extrovert teaching my little introvert how to masturbate. What I couldn't figure out was how somebody had made a recording and how Julie had discovered that the video existed. When Amber got here she had some serious explaining to do. Don't ask me why I copied the disk to my hard drive before taking it out. I guess I've had enough computer crashes that I automatically make a backup of everything. Amber calmed down a lot when she saw that I had the disk then started getting nervous again when I asked her to have a seat in the living room. I practically had to drag Julie in from her room and when she sat down the two girls looked about as happy as a couple of cats trapped in the shower. Both of them started throwing a fit as I shoved the disk into the DVD player. I shut it off before things got too explicit. There was no need to totally humiliate them. The room got real quiet as I told them that they weren't in any trouble, at least not from me, not yet. Anyone watching the video could tell they didn't know they were being recorded. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that Amber's dad not only made the disk but had seen it at least once. That's why she was so frantic to get it back before he knew it was missing. My best guess was that Julie woke up for some reason, caught Amber's dad watching the video, and came home early with the disk. Amber had a right to be worried. Porn films starring preteen girls could get a guy thrown in prison. There's no telling what her dad might do to get the disk back if he had any idea where it went. Julie also had a right to be hurt and upset. She'd never agreed to be in some perverts porn flick and shouldn't have to choose between getting her best friend in trouble, or spending the rest of her life wondering who has copies of the video. If they were willing to do exactly what I told them, I had a way to take them off the hook. Telling Julie to grab the CD I led them to the kitchen and put a half full cup of water in the microwave. I had Julie set the disk on top of the cup and nuke it for about twenty seconds. When it came out it was still recognizable as the same CD but covered with enough spark tracks to make it totally unreadable. I told Amber to take it home and set it in their microwave. If her dad asked her about it, tell him that Julie caught him watching it and nuked it for him. Amber looked from me to Julie and back a couple of times then left for home. It was a few days later before I got Julie to tell me the rest. Julie woke up to use the bathroom. Amber was missing and there were sounds coming from the living room. She found Amber lying on the couch with her panties pulled down and her nightgown bunched up under her arms. He was watching the video, she had her face in his lap licking and sucking his cock. She didn't even stop when she saw Julie watching! It was more than Julie could deal with. She went back to bed and pretended to be asleep. Amber crashed out a little later, and her dad hit the sack around sunrise. That's when Julie got dressed, and grabbed the disk out of the DVD player on her way out the door. Now she sat next to me leaking tears and asking over and over how her best friend could do that. She was convinced that Amber knew there was a hidden camera and her father would be watching the video later. As gently as I could I explained to her that if Amber knew she was on video she deserved a professional career. Nobody acts that natural in front of a camera without a *lot* of practice. We started arguing about it and I ended up admitting I'd made a copy. She was free to play it back and see what I was talking about but I couldn't watch it with her unless I had Amber's permission also. If she wanted me to erase it I would but she'd have to talk to Amber first. While I was the one holding the video it didn't belong to me at all and each of them had only a half interest. My little girl was blushing beet red when she told me it was OK with her, but I had to let her watch when I told Amber about the copy and asked to look at it. So, that Friday Amber was invited to sleep over at our place. The "gotcha" when I told her about copying the disk was pretty good. She was willing to let me watch the video if Julie would agree it left them "even" and I wiped it afterwards. So while my little "movie stars" lounged in the living room watching some PG flick I sat at my office computer watching them jill off. I can't say my reaction was unexpected. I've always preferred petite women over the full figured type. Even though it was just a couple of kids playing around I knew I'd probably get a hardon. It must have been watching them cum that really messed me up. I mean a bare assed little girl can be cute. Watching a couple of them giggle and squeal while they play with each other is fun, especially if they think they're being "naughty". Then the girl on the couch breaks a truly nasty smile as the girl on the carpet arches her back until she looks like she's trying to grind her hairless muffin against the ceiling while her finger rapidly strums her little clit. All of a sudden she isn't such a little girl anymore. I guess if it acts like a duck and quacks like a duck, it's going to get a duck hunter thinking about duck season. What I didn't expect was to be sitting there with a raging "don't stop" hardon over a couple of kids who were years away from being "fair game". One of them was my own daughter for cripes sake. What was I going to do? They knew what I was watching. I couldn't come out with a tent in my slacks but if I stayed in my office much longer they'd think I was watching it over and over again. Yeah, I felt like a total perv by the time I finished jacking off but I can't honestly say I hated it. Cumming that hard can't be ALL bad. Feeling like such a sleaze did make it easier to wipe the file. Julie ignored me as I passed through on my way to the kitchen but Amber stared at my fly while starting to snicker and I had to rush or blush. Like she was going to let me off that easy!! I could hear her whisper and giggle while Julie replied, "He'd never!...Gross!...Shut Up!...My DAD!...". I was on my second cup of coffee when Julie went to the bathroom and Amber was standing next to me so fast it was like something out of a cartoon. For a long minute she looked me right in the eye and then told me I'd jacked off watching the video. What could I say? It wasn't a question. Before I could do more than stammer she scooted back to the living room as quick as she'd made it to the kitchen. Things returned to something close to normal. The girls were still best friends. I wasn't really comfortable with them hanging out at Amber's place but I let it slide as long as her dad wasn't there. It almost went without saying that sleepovers had to be at our place or not at all. One afternoon I returned from shopping just as they were leaving for the library. Julie was first out the door and as Amber passed me she squeezed my thigh and said "Have fun!". I almost dropped the groceries! While I put things away my mind wobbled between, "It must have been my imagination.", and "What did she mean by that?". It wasn't until I dumped out the contents of the unmarked envelope she left on my desk that I began to "get the picture". Literally. The note that spilled out with the photos said, "Look all you want but you have to give them back." They weren't all hardcore or even porn, but enough of them were to make me wonder why the others weren't. That left a bunch of questions starting with why she was showing them to me. The girls returned from the library with the info they needed and plans for Amber to sleep over the next night. After Julie helped me with the supper cleanup I showed her the envelope and pulled out a couple of the softer porn shots before asking her if she had any idea why her friend wanted me to see them. It took a while to get the whole story. I'd dealt with her little kid questions about where babies come from but was glad to let her school supply the more detailed information adolescents need. Now it seems she had another teacher, who was taking her inquiring little mind into places a lot of adults would be afraid to go. After the video was destroyed I thought the girls had dropped the subject and moved on to other things. OK, You can stop laughing now. I'm hardly the first parent to believe what he wanted regardless of contrary evidence. "Sure daddy, Amber thought you'd like them. She thinks you're as big a perv as her dad. She says all men are pervs but some are much nicer than others. I think she likes you." "Really?" "Really really, like...if you wanted to do stuff with her, she wouldn't say no." "What makes you think that?" "She sort of told me." "Sort of?" "Promise you won't get mad?" "Uh-huh." "Amber was telling me that her dad has the hots for me. When I told her that was sick she got mad and said it wasn't any sicker than you having the hots for her. Do me one favor though, if anything happens don't be gross." "What do you mean?" "She's my best friend so there's no way she isn't going to tell me, but try not to drag me into it." I assured her that nothing would happen between me and her friend then resisted the urge to slap her when she shot me that "yeah, sure" look that kids must practice in front of a mirror. I also gave her the envelope of photos to return to Amber before doing my best to put the incident out of my mind. I was at my desk finishing up a few things when I heard Julie come in from school the next afternoon. At least I thought it was her until I looked up to see Amber standing next to my desk. "Where's Julie?" "She's over at my place doing homework and watching TV. She didn't want to hang around while I molested you." "Whaaa??" "My dad doesn't get home before 10:30. If we don't run out of things to do before then I'm sure there will be other times." "Amber, I think you're nice and I'm glad Julie has you for a friend but I don't want to molest you." "You're fibbing but it doesn't matter. I didn't say I wanted somebody to molest ME." I thought about that for a couple minutes and started to panic. Things were getting so far out of hand you'd think I was the twelve year old! "I bet you liked my pictures. If you did you'll love the video I brought over." She took off for the living room and I tried to get there ahead of her. Fat chance! By the time I made it to the doorway she was standing in front of the DVD player with a generic disk in one hand and a disk branded "Barely Legal Nymphets" in the other. From the smirk on her face you'd have thought she walked in on me while I was masturbating. I took the disks from her, set them aside, and made one last try to get back on track. It was hopeless from the start. Amber had lots of experience dealing with grown up perverts and until now I didn't even know there *was* such a thing as a twelve year old "adult molester". "Come on Ed, you're an adult and I'm just a kid. I can't make you do anything. If you're enough of a pervo that you liked my pictures you'll like what I want to do with you. If you really don't want to play I'll call Julie and tell her you chickened out." "And if I don't chicken out?" "Then we play." I tried to con myself that nothing really serious was going to happen, but the way my hands shook while I closed the blinds and locked the doors told me I wasn't buying my own bullshit. By the time I got back and sat down on the other end of the couch from her she'd dug out a pair of dice, a notepad and a pencil. "Here's how it works. I made a list of the twelve most embarrassing things a pervert has ever done to me. First you unzip your fly and take out your cock, then roll the dice and see what number comes up. I'll wrap my fingers around it and give it that many slow strokes while telling you about the first thing on the list. If you cum the game is over, if you don't, you roll the dice again. Before each roll you have to take off one piece of your clothes. If you want to keep playing after you run out of clothes, you have to let me slap you on the ass before each roll. If you make it all the way through the list you win the big prize. You get to watch a video of a preteen girl doing sex stuff with a pervert." OK, Call me the worst things you can imagine. If you can come up with something I haven't called myself I'll add it to the list. Any decent man, hell, any man with two live brain cells would have stopped everything right then. Instead I sat there with my heart pounding and my palms sweating. I wasn't actually turned on, but I've never been so excited since a boy/girl party back in junior high, the one where I played spin the bottle with my first crush. The whole thing was so unreal it was like watching somebody else unzip my fly and roll the dice. They stopped at seven, and her slim little hand pulled out my cock and began to slowly caress it. "Dad doesn't have a lot of money, so for something to do on the weekends we sometimes go to visit his parents on their farm. This time they invited us for lunch so I was still dressed for church when we got there. After lunch Dad and Grandma wanted to sit around talking about people I didn't know but wouldn't let me go out to bother Grandpa in my Sunday clothes. Finally Grandma dug around in a closet and came out with a pair of bib overalls nobody wore since dad was my size. They were pretty loose and she didn't have a shirt I could wear, but it let me get out of the house on a warm summer afternoon. I found Grandpa out in the barn and he told me I looked like a farmers pinup princess but I should have panties in my pocket like a hanky so guys would imagine I was bare inside the overalls. He went back to cleaning out the hog pens and for a while I stood there and watched. I'm sure you know by now I'm not real good at being ignored. I went out behind the barn, took off the overalls, and put them back on with my panties sticking out of the hip pocket. That was the first time I deliberately used sex to make a grownup notice me." I lost my shoes on a pair of aces and my socks on a four. My slacks got me eight slow strokes and the story of how her dad caught her playing doctor with the boy next door. My shirt went last, on a pair of sixes and a story about walking in on the same boy next door while he was busy with a collie bitch. The way she giggled over *that* embarrassing moment almost sent me over the edge. Wondering how I let a kid no older than my daughter talk me into this, I stood up to let her swat me on the ass. It wasn't the token slap I was expecting! It snapped like a whip crack and made me damn glad her hand wasn't any bigger! It must have stung her hand as well because it slowed her down enough that I could cool off some between rolls. Even so, by the end of her list I was more turned on than I could remember being at any time since I was a teenager. It took every ounce of self control to keep from jacking off as I sat there watching a drop of pre-cum ooze from the swollen purple head and trickle down my shaft. I was about one hard thrust away from blowing my load, and if it had popped right then I swear I'd have been wiping it off the ceiling! I should have known something was wrong from her evil smirk as she got up to load the disk, but I didn't catch on until she walked past the couch and out the front door. Before I could say anything the TV caught my attention with the last voice I expected to hear on a porn vid. "Hi daddy! Amber told me that if you're actually watching this you're sitting there bare assed naked with your dick so hard you can't think straight." She stopped to giggle. "I wish I could have seen your face when she walked out the door. Better yet, I wish I could see it now. Didn't she promise you a kiddie porn vid?" A man stepped up behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders. His upper body was out of the frame. He really wasn't that large except by comparison. It made my little girl look even smaller. Looking up and back she gave him a quick smile then faced the camera again. "Amber says any pervo who would want to watch somebody else's kid get molested, deserves to have it happen to his own kid. So daddy, are you going to watch?" I'd been thrilled a couple years earlier when her school had gone to uniforms. No more fighting with her to keep her from trying to dress like a junior version of the latest pop diva. No more of her being ribbed because she wasn't up with the cutting edge of junior high fashion. Now I watched her unzip the plaid skirt and let it fall around her ankles, then she began to unbutton the plain white blouse, and I realized that for horny old perverts it was the next best thing to a crop top and miniskirt. Somehow it was even hotter that she still wore her neckerchief and knee socks when she'd dropped her bra and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. "How about it? If I walk in right now will I find out that my own father is the kind of creepy pervo who'd watch his little girl strip? Are you reaching for your cock, or the remote? Trust me you don't want to be touching either one until Amber tells you it's OK! When you play with Amber you either play her way, or she'll find some way to make you sorry." She pushed her panties down, stepped out of them and spread her legs slightly as she straightened up. Now she stood there with her hands on her hips as she looked directly into the camera and continued. "This is all your fault daddy. Well, maybe not all of it. When Amber found out you were a pervert but too chicken to admit it, she decided it would be a really neat trick on you to turn me into a daddy's girl." If this wasn't already completely over the top, the pervert behind her would have put it there when he started taking his clothes off. She ignored it, looking right into the camera as she kept on talking. "I thought she was joking. I mean I could *NEVER* be like she is with her dad! I decided to play along just to see how far she would take it. It wasn't that bad at first, like playing Simon says only doing naughty stuff. Now it's kind of like this intense game of "truth or dare" only it's always my turn and the only time she wants truth is when she's trying to find ways to make tougher dares. The weirdest thing is that I keep on letting her do this to me. I don't have to. I can call game over and go back to doing little kid stuff any time I want. She'll still be the best friend I have." The camera followed them over to a couch but stayed mostly on Julie keeping his head and shoulders out of the frame. He didn't say anything. One arm was casually draped around her shoulders while his free hand absently stroked his half hard cock. Julie huddled next to him like she knew what was coming and was trying hard not to think about it. "I almost stopped it before we got started. That first time she had me undress and jill off while she sat there with all her clothes on watching me. It's nothing compared to what I've done since then, but I cried all night after I got home. I couldn't believe my best friend would make me do something so embarrassing. She actually looked surprised the next morning when I showed up to walk to school with her. It was a quiet walk but by lunch things were pretty much back to normal. Then she told me to go in a restroom, take off my panties, and give them to her for, 'safe keeping', until I got to her place after school. I was so dumb I spent the afternoon thinking she'd let me stop long enough to put them on and then go home. Instead we started by waxing my muffin. I only had a little fluff there but Amber told me real pervs like their little girls hairless. The first time it hurt really bad, like ripping off a huge band aid. Amber dug around in a closet until she found a candle that was a little thicker than my thumb. She pushed it up inside me and made me jill off until I came. Then she dipped it into the wax before it was completely cooled. I didn't understand why until the next day when I could feel that the candle was a little bit thicker." "We stopped at her house every day after school so she could make me jill off while she candled me. A couple times a week we'd wax my muffin and dip the candle to make it thicker. I don't really need to wax that often but we had to dip the candle anyway and the waxing doesn't hurt much anymore. The candle was different. At first it was strange feeling something pushed up inside me. Later it started to hurt, as it got bigger and my muffin had to stretch when she forced it into me. It never got really bad. I mean it didn't make me bleed or anything. It was more like learning to do the splits, where you keep stretching a little more until eventually you're down flat on the floor. One day the candle was gone. In it's place was a rubber toy from a porn shop, shaped like a real cock but made out of clear jell. I've never had a real one but in some ways the rubber dick is worse. I never know for sure when Amber will make me use it, and it never gets soft." Amber's voice broke in from off camera. "That's good baby girl. He still calls you that, doesn't he? After he sees this maybe he'll change. How about Amber's whore? The way you are now I could sell your ass to some pervert and not even give you any of the money. No... You're still daddy's little girl even if you are a slut. Daddy's slut? Baby slut? That's it! You can be his innocent little girl when other people are around but when it's time to play, you're daddy's sweet little baby slut. It's time to show daddy what you're good for. Lay back and spread for the camera. That's it. Now scoot forward 'til your ass is at the edge of the couch. Spread wider, let's see everything you've got. Good, good, now suck on a couple of fingers. Get them nice and warm, and sloppy wet. Bring them down and get your clit slippery. Show the man who changed your diapers what you've learned to do with your pretty little bottom. Get it wetter! Show daddy how you spit shine your muffin." "It's a good thing you can't see how you look. You'd just fuckin' die. We can't even see your tits. They're nothing but a couple of pointy nipples on one more roll of baby fat. You're almost a teenager and you could pass for an eight year old, maybe younger. Your dad is gonna go nuts watching this. Let's make it even hotter. Use your free hand to play with your nipples. Get those puffies nice and stiff. You still won't have tits but at least you'll look like a *horny* eight year old. Now smile. That's it, the little please don't hate me smile." The camera zoomed in on Julie's ass then panned slowly up her body. From her fingers massaging her slick bald pussy, past her stomach, (not fat, just a little pudgy), her other hand playing with a nipple like a big pink strawberry, until her face filled the frame. Maybe it was "don't hate me", but there were tears in her eyes and fear as well. It could have been "don't hurt me" just as easy. The tears trickled down her cheeks as her eyes squinched shut, her teeth clenched, and she finished bringing herself off. Then she was crying for real as the lust drained away leaving the full impact of what she'd just done. "Ah... Ah... Amber? This is just a game, right? You're going to let me nuke the disk when we're done, like that other one. You know I could never really do it with my own father. I'm not like you that way. Even playing like this is almost too scary. Promise you won't really give him this disk. Please?" "Julie... You're my best friend. If you don't trust me, you can get dressed. We'll nuke the disk, and go back to being the kind of friends who don't even share the bathroom." "It's not that! I still want to play. Just tell me you're not really serious about making me fuck my own dad!" "You can't have it both ways girl. You either trust me or you don't. If you don't trust me you shouldn't be letting me push your limits like this. If you do trust me you shouldn't be asking for promises. But you did ask and before we take this any further I have to know that you understand. Sooner or later your daddy is going to fuck you." "Amber! No! Please! Just talking about it makes me want to throw up! I could never be like you are." "You're right, but I didn't say you're going to be like me. Dad caught me playing doctor with a neighbor boy when I was six. He yelled at him until the poor kid pissed himself then let him take off like a scalded cat. I thought he was going to KILL me until he got a look at my face and busted out laughing. He explained to me that all kids spend some time playing naked. When they get busted, and most of them do, the adult that catches them has to act pissed off even if he knows it's no big deal. Kids talk and if they talk enough sometimes their parents overhear. The other parents would go nuts if they caught him telling their kids that sex was no big deal. Somebody from child services would drag me off to a foster home, and the cops would ask everyone if they knew of anything about him and the neighborhood children. He wouldn't lose his job just from being questioned, but we'd probably have to sell the house and get a new set of neighbors." "The only thing that could make them crazier than kids playing naked would be some adult playing with naked kids. He said you couldn't go a week without seeing a news story about some child molester getting caught and facing years in prison. They told us in school about bad touching and what to if we were molested. By then I knew enough not to ask them what to do if you liked it. Dad and I are fuck buddies. If I'm lonely or sad or just want to play that way I can take off my clothes and he'll try to make me feel better. If he's too busy to look for a date, or his girlfriend isn't having any, and he wants something better than his hand, I'm always willing to help. "You're different. You have a serious crush on your dad. You want to be his one and only. You don't want him to find another mom for you. You want him to find you! You'll do anything for him, anything at all, and that scares the crap out of you. It isn't the idea of doing sick pervert sex with your own father that ties your guts in a knot. You're afraid that might not be enough. You're not afraid that he'll rape you. You're afraid he might stop wanting you. It's the same reason you decided to play along when I started making you do things. You were afraid that I'd quit liking you if you said no. I think it surprised both of us to find out how far I can push you and how much you like to be pushed. I want him to see this video before I give you to him so he won't wimp out and wreck everything by trying to be nice to you." "Amber!! You can't! I... He..." "Can't what? Can't give you to a pervert? What's that sitting next to you? I'll bet your dad would love to know where he came from and what I've let him do to you. Why don't you two pick up where you left off last time while I bring your dad up to speed? I think you were tongue kissing while his hands were all over you?" I watched Julie get tense, and the camera zoomed in on her face to catch a pleading look that would melt a heart of stone, then zoomed back out as she tilted her head back and her lips parted. The pervert was wearing a ski mask to hide his identity. Most of the time a naked man in a ski mask looks a little silly, but not when he's molesting your daughter. It could have been my imagination but I thought I heard a whimper as he wrapped his arms around her trembling body. Soon, maybe too soon, she dropped all resistance and melted against him. Talk about mixed emotions! I wanted to rip his 'nads off, but at the same time I couldn't tear my eyes away from the TV. Amber kept on talking. "I wish I could show you the video, or at least the frame caps we used to trap him. It's one of the all time greatest gotcha's. The deal we have is that he does what I tell him and nobody gets to see his face. I got the idea back when we sold candy bars to buy new band uniforms. They gave us this safety sheet with things like don't go out selling alone, don't let anyone invite you inside, stay in an area you know. At the bottom was a web site for registered sex offenders. I had Julie peel down to just what she's wearing now, then put on a coat that only covered about half way to her knees. We stopped at every pervert in walking distance. I'd give the sales pitch while Julie stood there looking nervous and playing with the top button on her coat. If he bought a bar she'd undo the top button and start playing with the next one. Two bars almost always got us invited inside. Five bars got her coat open and a full box got it off. A couple bought two boxes. I let them play with her a while. One fat old pig bought five full boxes. I let him dry hump her! Right there on his kitchen floor!" "After that we only had a few bars left. Julie agreed that what I wanted next wasn't anywhere close to lying naked on dirty linoleum, while some fat sweating horndog ground his dick against her. She unbuttoned her coat and held it closed. When he answered the door we pushed inside, and I handed him the last of the candy, while Julie opened her coat and pulled it back off her shoulders. He stood there looking confused long enough for me to pull out the camera and start recording. Then he dropped the candy and grabbed her coat, trying to pull it back up. Julie was just perfect, stepping forward so her coat came off in his hands, and loudly begging him not to make her 'do it'. That's when he saw the camera. Turning white, he dropped the coat and reached for me. He was trying to grab the camera but it looks like one little girl wasn't enough for him. I backed away fast. He didn't have to go far before it hit him that chasing me down the street wasn't a very good idea. Julie had grabbed her coat and gone in the other direction. He could only catch one of us and either way he was screwed." "The vid caps were great. It looks like he offered her candy, then ripped her clothes off when she wasn't having any. The video was priceless. You'd swear we were a couple of innocent children barely escaping from a pedo rapist. Now he does whatever I want to keep his PO from getting a disk in the mail. The real joke is that he isn't even into kids! When his wife decided to become his ex she started coaching their six year old about what to say in court. He gave her everything she wanted then got hit with criminal charges anyway. I haven't actually let him fuck Julie yet, but if you decide that you don't want her, he's the second choice." The pervert molesting my little girl picked that moment to break from their kiss, and with one hand around his cock and the other on the back of Julie's head, began to slowly bring them together. I wanted to turn it off. No, that isn't right. I wanted to be the kind of man who would turn it off. Instead I sat there naked, pre-cum oozing from my rock hard cock, seconds away from watching some pervert orally rape my baby. Helplessly watching her lips part as his cock approached was bad enough. Even more humiliating was reaching for my cock as if my hand had a mind of it's own. If I brought myself off watching this, my little girls face with a cock in her mouth would be with me for the rest of my life. Right then I didn't care. I was so far gone I needed release more than any self respect I had left. I'd have cum in seconds but as my fingers slowly closed around my cock, an intimately familiar voice over my right shoulder softly said, "Oh...My...God". That was followed by Amber on the left adding, "Told ya so!". Julie moved like a sleepwalker as Amber brought her around to stand between my legs and ordered her to get on her knees. "So, now you know. Your *innocent* baby girl isn't innocent anymore. She's a slut. It doesn't matter if it's my training, or natural talent, or a little of both. I can give her to any baby raper looking for a fuck puppet. She'll whine and snivel a little but she won't really fight it. Even if she has plenty of warning she won't run, or hide, or tell anyone who might try to stop it. She'll let every pervert in town pass her around if I tell her to. You're the only one that can save her and there's only one way you can do it. Take her for yourself. Make her a real daddy's girl. The day she tells me you're finished with her I'll start giving her to other perverts. Until then she's your hot little baby slut." I guess I still had some shred of decency then because seeing Julie kneeling there staring at my hardon made me want to squirm. Looking at the TV instead was no help at all. The camera had zoomed in. Her eyes were closed and mouth open. He lightly rubbed his cock over her entire face, stopping now and then to put the head in her mouth and stroke the shaft. Finally, he stuck it in her mouth and reaching down to grab her wrist, placed her hand on his cock. She left it there, motionless, until Amber started telling her what to do. "Open your eyes girl! Look at the camera! Get that hand moving! Show daddy you can make a pervert cum in your mouth. Maybe you want it in your muffin instead? Then you wouldn't have to do anything but lay there. You should know by now I'd never let you off that easy. Besides, we want to save that pretty little muffin for daddy. You've got two minutes left on this disk to catch his cum in your mouth or we'll start a new movie. How does 'Preteen Virgin Ass Rape' sound for a working title?" Julie wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began to stroke, hesitantly at first, then more urgently as what Amber was saying began to get through. She was almost frantic when he finally popped his load. Julie didn't catch more than the first squirt in her mouth. His hips started to buck and dollops of spunk landed on her face and hair before the last few surges welling from his dick flowed over her fingers as she finished jacking him off. I did better than that. I could say I never actually raped my little girl, but I'd have a hard time convincing anybody. She didn't pull back, but didn't open her mouth either, as I leaned forwards and lightly wiped the head of my cock across her lips. I did hesitate one last time, jerking my cock away from her mouth. It's not much to be proud of but everyone needs something. I slid over the final edge when she looked up and I saw the expression on her face. I know, by then I was so horny my brain was suffering from testosterone poisoning. Julie could have been wearing a rubber fright mask and I'd have read whatever I wanted to see there. I still think I got it right. It wasn't innocence. Even if *I* never did anything the video pretty much drove a nail through that. It wasn't a mirror of my own lust, not even excitement, unless a trace of anxiousness counts. The most flattering label I could put on it is acceptance. Anyone not thinking with their dick might have pegged it somewhere between "done deal" and "whupped puppy". Whatever, combine it with wearing my pre-cum for lip gloss and it was more than my weak morals and feeble mind could handle. She opened her mouth the second time. I was so hard she might have lost teeth if she didn't. Maybe I came too fast. Maybe she wasn't planning to swallow anyway. Maybe she already had more practice than I want to think about. Letting my cum fill her mouth to overflowing and dribble off her chin probably saved her from choking. Nothing could save me. I wasn't just past the point of no return, I was on the downhill side of a vertical wall. Popping that first load may have taken me over the top, but I was a long way from hitting bottom. Grabbing her shoulders I hauled her to her feet and reached under her skirt to tear off her panties, only to discover she wasn't wearing any. Julie had one hand cupped in front of her mouth. I didn't know if she was trying to wipe her face or keep from puking, and at that point didn't much care. Then she lifted her skirt with her free hand and lowered the other to her crotch. My little girl knew daddy was going to fuck her. My cock barely softened when I came the first time. Watching Julie grease her little bald muffin with a handful of spit and spunk had me ready again in seconds. I pulled her up to straddle my hips and she grabbed my cock, guiding the head towards her slit. It would be nice if I could tell you I was slow, and gentle, and loving. It would also be total bullshit. That rubber toy had opened her up enough to make sex with a grown man possible. It didn't make it easy. The way she grunted and wiggled to force herself down onto my shaft it might not even have been possible if I wasn't harder than I could ever remember getting. She'd managed to take most of it when I started to undress her. Or I should say, tried to undress her. By then I was in such a pervert frenzy I was probably doing good to get her blouse and skirt off with nothing worse than a couple torn button holes and a busted zipper. Amber was right. The neckerchief and knee socks went a long way towards making Julie look naked instead of just bare. Her daddy's dick shoved up her little cunt kind of finished the picture. Amber was right about something else as well. Julie is my baby and always will be, but when she's squatting on her daddy's cock, she's a baby slut. *MY* baby slut! I'm not sure when Amber left. I'm not even sure how many times I fucked my little girl that night. I remember thinking that I couldn't get it up again if my life depended on it as I drifted off to sleep. I was still enjoying the afterglow while I was fixing breakfast the next morning. Yeah, I know it's sick. The thing is I'd gone so far over every line there is the night before I couldn't even pretend to myself that I was any kind of nice guy. When the phone rang the caller ID said it was Amber so I yelled for Julie to pick up. In spite of what happened the night before I never guessed the message might be for me. So it was Julie who had to tell me what the little bitch wanted. She stood in the kitchen doorway wearing the clothes from last night looking..., well, the phrase "rode hard and put away wet", comes to mind. "Amber says you should go ahead and rape me. We have to work on a project for school and she doesn't want to be interrupted. You can do it again later if you want, but we need three or four hours to finish the project." "That's bullshit. Amber doesn't tell me when to fuck." "Daddy?... Please?... You don't have to do anything, but please don't make her mad. She's still my best friend. That's really pathetic, isn't it? Amber showed me how to make myself cum. She took pictures, and said she was going to show them to you. I begged her not to. I promised to do anything if she wouldn't tell. She made me do all that super embarrassing stuff, then told you anyway. Amber's not going to make me do sex stuff anymore. She says that's your job now. I don't want to do sex with a grown up pervert, especially not with my own father! But, well, there's something else that's really pathetic." "Amber was sort of right. I do love you, but not like I want to marry you. I don't want to lose you. That means I can't tell anyone what you did to me. Last night hurt some. Mostly it wasn't too bad. I'm not mad. I don't hate you. I can do it again if I have to. If you keep on making me do it, I might even start to like it. I'm not sure I want that to happen. If you're not going to do it again right away I'll get cleaned up before Amber gets here." An hour later when they were sprawled on the living room carpet with notes and papers scattered all around, I had to admit the little bitch might have had a point. A month or two earlier they would have been just a couple of kids in shorts and teeshirts. To be perfectly honest I wouldn't have even thought they were particularly cute. Sexy?, maybe to some baby raping pervert, but not to me. I still don't know if it was a bigger shock to find out Amber was a child porn star, or discovering that shit turned me on. Having the little bitch "turn out" my daughter, grooming her to be raped by her own father, was worse. Prick teasing me until I was willing to stick it in a diseased goat if that's the only way I could get a load off, then shoving Julie at me, was completely over the top. Don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to dodge my own responsibility for anything I've done. I'm trying to explain, at least to myself, how ogling a couple of flat chested kids was giving me a hardon. I'd also like to figure out how a kid my daughters age managed to manipulate me into breaking one of society's strongest taboos. Could it be I *wanted* to be "seduced"? Was I always a pedophile just waiting to "discover" this part of my sexuality? Was I even a pedo? My interest in kids didn't seem to carry beyond the two in front of me. Julie started to blush and I realized she was noticing the bulge in my slacks. It took Amber about three seconds to figure out why she was blushing and begin teasing her about it. "Awww, didn't daddy rape his little baby slut this morning? Is your little muffin sore from daddy ramming his cock into you last night? Maybe you want him to cum in your mouth. I'm sure he'd love to have you looking up at him so innocent and trusting while he fucks your face. Has he done your ass yet? I'll bet you didn't even tell him about your ass, how we saved your back door cherry just for daddy. I've got an idea. Take your clothes off, everything but your neckerchief and knee socks. So many pervo's are hot for that it must be a baby slut uniform or something. Your daddy can have you any way he wants, any time he feels like it, but if he can keep his hands off of you until we're done I'll make you do something special for him." For a minute she sat there, looking from me to Amber and back again, as if pleading for one of us to save her from the other. I guess you could say I saved her, saved her for myself anyway. "Like hell you will! OK, she's lost her innocence and nothing on earth can bring it back. She found out the hard way that daddy is the kind of sicko who'll fuck his little girl. Most kids need to be told what to do. Maybe Julie needs it so bad she'll put up with being told to do creepy sex stuff with her own father. But if she does anything with me it's going to be me that tells her to do it. For some damned reason she still thinks you're a friend. I won't try to put a stop to that but you're finished telling her who to have sex with. Is that clear?" All the time I was saying this Amber's smile got wider and wider. Finally she turned to Julie. "See, it's just like I told you. You're his now and he's not letting you go. There are other things to worry about but you can stop being afraid he won't want you." I guess I could say this is the end, but I'm not sure what it's the end of. Julie *can* stop worrying that I'll quit wanting her, but the only time she seems really certain of her place in my heart is when she's serving as a place for my dick. Amber continues to be quite the little prick tease. The only way I'll have her though, is as half of a swap. Julie would do it. Hell, Julie would fuck Amber's dad just to keep Amber happy. I might let it happen some day. For now though he'll have to settler for day dreaming about my angel while he rams his dick into his own little girl. If that means Amber has to be careful about how she sits down when she arrives here for a sleepover, well, it couldn't happen to a more deserving little bitch. I'd get more satisfaction from that thought if I wasn't fairly sure she felt the same way. The end.

Author: Lizard69 Title: Research Summary: Curiosity, Insatiable curiosity. Keywords: Mb MMb reluctant This is a work of fiction. If you have trouble with the boundary between fact and fantasy, don't read it. If non-consensual sex between adult men and a young boy freaks you out, don't read it. Do not under any circumstances forward this file to anyone that hasn't specifically requested it. In case you haven't figured it out yet this is intended as *adult* entertainment. Do not allow it to be accessed by minors. If you have inadvertently downloaded it in a jurisdiction where such material isn't legal please delete it immediately. Do not re-post in whole or in part without this notice. Do not repost on any "for profit" site without my specific written permission. Copyright 2011 by Lizard69. Research (M+b, rape, reluctant) Lizard69 I'd missed the bus again. It wasn't a big deal. There was a later bus, mainly for the kids involved in extracurricular activities like theater or sports. Besides, my folks were getting used to it by now. I was a few months into my first year of junior high and still going nuts in the library. The parochial school I transferred from had nothing but a single room in the basement filled with children's books and, "Christian", approved reading material. The school library wasn't anything special but I hit it like a man wandering in the desert falls into a lake. The librarian watched me gulping information for a couple months before giving me the run of the place, including her office where the items that might not be, "age appropriate", were shelved. In fact, that's why I was late. Being new to public school, this year was my first exposure to sex ed. I wasn't as ignorant as some of my classmates even when I was still being taught by nuns. A farm kid knows about livestock mating and where calves and chickens came from. The church may still have been struggling with the idea of artificial insemination but I'd watched the procedure performed on dozens of cows before my first day of school. Reproduction was no mystery. What was new and exciting was the idea of human sexuality. That is *people* doing this stuff for love or pleasure. Whoever put together the program for early teens did as much as they could to deemphasize the recreational possibilities of procreation. But how can you deal with a subject like masturbation, without giving the kids some idea that they might want to try it? The more you stress that it's a normal part of growing up and nothing to be ashamed of, the closer you get to convincing any kid who *hasn't* done it that they're missing something. I was still technically a virgin. I'd done the usual little kid exploration, "show and tell", or, "playing doctor". My closest friend at school was in the class ahead of mine. On a sleep over he talked me into experimenting a little. He was short and fat while I was taller and damn near anorexic. If anyone had walked in on us it would have looked like Laurel and Hardy watching each other masturbate. With my red hair and freckles maybe I was closer to Howdy Doody. Regardless, we were two kids doing solo play in the same room. Neither one of us actually popped a load but I managed to have what I later learned was a dry orgasm. Probably named by the same guy who came up with the term, "near beer". I'd soon discover it was pretty damned lame compared to the real thing. Which brings me back to the point of this story. Reluctant to tear myself away from the sexual dysfunction chapters of a psychology textbook, I made it to the bus stop just in time to watch mine leaving without me. I suppose I could have returned to the library but it was only going to be open a little longer. That left a choice of an hour walk home, or a two hour wait for the late bus. About the only thing I had in common with a normal twelve year old was more energy than patience. Just the idea of sitting around for a couple hours thinking about what I intended to do when I got home was enough to make me start walking. It doesn't take a whole lot of attention to put one foot in front of another. Most of my mind was focused on what I'd read a little earlier. The segment on nymphomania sounded interesting but it didn't have anything about recognizing symptoms in my female classmates. Satyriasis was different. The idea that anybody could actually be more horny than a teenage boy was too much to accept. Homosexuality was just an intellectual concept. I'd been called a fag or homo by kids that didn't like me but it was more of a general purpose insult than an accusation. It was still kind of warm for November, one of those fall days people call crisp. If you're walking in a summer weight jacket and the sun is getting low it's more like chilly. By the time the older guy in the Chevy stopped to ask me if I wanted a ride I didn't even think about warnings against getting in cars with strangers. This guy was certainly strange and getting stranger by the second. He was older than my dad and wider as well, not fat but heavy set, stocky. If I'd been a little slower getting into the car his smile alone would have set off my mental alarm bells. Not really false, like somebody just pretending to be friendly, it was more overdone. This guy wanted to be liked... a lot. I mean he wanted it a lot AND he wanted to be liked more than you could expect from somebody you just met. I tried to ignore it, looking straight ahead through the windshield while he pulled out into traffic and got up to speed. We were hardly rolling when he rested a hand on my thigh and asked, "How far you going?" For a couple of minutes all I could do was stare at his hand while a jumble of half understood clinical terms fountained between my ears. Homosexuality... Pedophilia... Consensual vs non-consensual... Isolated incident vs ongoing abuse... Accommodation syndrome... "STOP THE CAR!!! NOW!!!" He pulled his hand away like he'd been burned. Staring straight ahead, he slowed the car and signaled to pull over. "I... Uh... I didn't mean any harm. I wasn't trying to push you into anything. Honest! I'll let you out right here... or anyplace else you want. I'm sorry if I scared or offended you." Well yeah, he'd scared me. From the way I was blushing it's also safe to say he'd royally embarrassed me. I guess most people would consider that offensive. I was gripping the door handle ready to leap out as soon as the car stopped if not a little before. Then I looked at him, I mean really looked. He was blushing too, and not actually leaning away from me but sort of huddling into himself, like he wanted to curl up in a ball but was too busy driving. By the time he got the car stopped I realized what was going on. HE was afraid of ME and at least as embarrassed about getting caught making a pass as I was about receiving one. Maybe that's what gave me the nerve to explore the situation a little deeper. "Mister, this is really weird. Every other kid I know would jump out and take off running. Tomorrow he'd tell his friends about getting picked up by a creep. I guess that's what I should do too but, well, sometimes I don't do what I should. It never seems like I'm doing what everybody else is. I'm different. I read, a LOT. I don't have any close friends my own age. The friends who really matter to me are all older. When I get interested in something like engines or electronics I study everything I can find. I'll experiment, like taking apart a broken lawn mower engine to see why it quit. I built a radio out of parts I got from TV's I found at the dump. If I have a chance to talk with a mechanic or TV repairman I ask tons of questions. Understand?" "Yeah." "Right now the thing I'm more interested in than anything else is sex. I read everything I can get my hands on. I look at magazines. I listen to older kids and grownups. I already know more than the other kids my age. But it's not something I can just go up to somebody and start asking questions about. I can't even ask people who are supposed to answer. I mean can you imagine me raising my hand in sex ed and saying something like, 'Ok, that's how it works when a man and woman fall in love and get married. What happens when a creepy homo pervert gets a boy to meet him somewhere private?'." "That probably wouldn't be a very good idea." "Ya think? But look at what happened. It's going to be years before I'm old enough to get married and maybe more years after that before I meet the right girl. I'm sitting here with you right now. I'm different, but I'm not exactly special. I'll bet there are a *lot* more twelve year old boys talking to homo perverts than there are making plans to get married." "You're probably right but I can't see your folks being thrilled to catch you doing either one." "Uh huh, and it's bad enough when the guys at school use faggot as just another insult. If they ever found out I was with one I'd have to run away or hang myself." "What are you talking about?" "You. Grabbing my leg isn't a big deal, Ok? But it's sort of like testing the water, or the first step in seeing how much you can get away with. I yelled at you to stop and you did. That's good. We're both learning things. You know I'm not going to go running down the street screaming the minute you start to get a little creepy. I know you'll stop if I think you're getting too creepy too fast. But that's about as far as it can go if we're out where somebody might see it. I'm already kind of worried some of the kids from school will see me sitting in a car with you. Besides, somebody might walk by and hear what we're talking about. I'll go someplace private with you, but only if I'm sure I can leave any time I want to." "I keep my promises but there's no way you can be sure of that. I suppose you could tell somebody where you're going, but that wouldn't be very private." "Maybe there's a way. Find a place that has a copier, then go in and make a copy of your drivers license." He didn't have to drive around very long to find a gas station with a fax/copier sign in the window. While he was inside I pulled a stamped envelope out of my book bag and got it addressed. When he came out with the copy I looked it over before stuffing the envelope. "Robert huh? I'm Joe. Here's the deal. They had us do a pen pal thing in school. My folks are used to me getting mail and they don't open it. Even if they do find this I can say a friend was sending some stuff and must have got the wrong letter in the envelope. There's a mailbox on the corner. Should I mail the letter and then we go for a ride? Or should I keep walking and tear it up on my way home? As long as I make it home all right I'm the only one that will see it." The smile he gave me when Bob said to mail it should have triggered an avalanche of second thoughts. Honestly though, I didn't *want* to think too much about what I was doing. I had never been part of the, "in", crowd so having anyone dare me to do something was pretty rare. The few times it did happen I thought it over and did exactly what I wanted to. The dare itself had little or no influence. The flip side was that once I decided to do something it was more or less a done deal. The more frightening or difficult the task, the more I tended to, "lock in", on whatever action I'd chosen. Bobs house was out in the country, only a couple miles from mine. While the address on his license was a mail box on the main road, his driveway was almost a half mile long. Two or three generations earlier a farmer had broken a building lot out of the middle of his section. The small farm house where Bob lived alone didn't really look run down or abandoned, but it didn't take much imagination to get the idea that maybe it ought to. Bob pulled the car into a building left over from it's days as a farm, too small to be a barn but bigger than the average garage. One half was sort of a rough finished room with a loft overhead while the rest was open inside. Seconds after he shut the engine off his right arm was on the seat back and his left hand was resting on my thigh. We sat there for..., I don't know. It seemed like forever. The loudest sounds were the pops and pings of the engine cooling. I sort of wanted to know, like, "What now?", but not enough to actually ask. He was plainly waiting for some sort of response from me and I had no idea what to say or do. How was *I* supposed to know what he wanted, *he* was the pervert! Unable to think of anything I should do, I went limp. Later, when I started making out, I'd meet girls that did the same thing. So, I'm in this boneless slump, hands palm up on the seat beside me. I can see his hand but I'm not focusing on it. I'm not focusing on anything. I'm just there. His hand slowly moved up, over my crotch, then up my chest until he was turning my head, tipping my face up, and he... well... he started kissing me. It was a complete surprise, embarrassing and kind of gross. My first impulse was to pull away but I was already laying back against the seat. He felt me start to tense up and backed off a little, letting me turn my head to look out the window while he ran his hand lightly up and down my chest, playing with the buttons on my shirt. He'd popped half of them when he kissed me again. Soon I was so busy learning how to, "french", I hardly noticed his hand fumbling with my belt buckle. The early fall weather was cool but I don't think the air outside had much to do with the chill I felt as he tugged my jeans and underwear down past my knees. It's the next few minutes that fill my mind when I'm trying to remember that day, or trying not to. My shirt and jacket open, my pants down around my ankles, I was still technically wearing my clothes while uncovered from neck to knees. Bob wasn't really touching me. Ok, his hand was on my cheek as we went back to deep kissing but that was it. This is going to sound weird but at the time it was happening it didn't seem like a big deal. I felt a little short on air. I guess it's called breathless but that sounds so, "romance novel". The whole thing was kind of weird and scary. My heart was pounding like I was in one of those dreams where you're running as hard as you can to get away from something awful, but it isn't fast enough. That's when I realized my cock was going from shrunken, to soft, then... well it kept getting stiffer and stiffer until it was pointed at my chin, throbbing in time with my heartbeat. It wasn't until I was lying in bed later wondering why I couldn't sleep that the full weight of what I'd done rolled over me. I had a mental image of myself as clear as if I'd been standing next to the car looking in the window. I'd scooted forward until my knees were against the dash and my bare butt rested on the edge of the seat. His right arm had slipped off the seat back and down until he could play with my nipple. He'd introduced me to sucking face and his left hand was now free to explore. Lightly, down my chest and across my belly until he was stroking the insides of my thighs, stopping now and then to play with my balls. Finally he brought his hand a little higher and wrapped his fingers around the shaft of my cock. Oh... My... Fuggin'... God... I damn near came right then and there. He felt me gasp and tense up. His hand left, moving up again to play with my chest for a while before dipping again towards my throbbing stiffy. He laughed against my mouth and I felt my face get hot. By the time he was tickling my navel, my ass was lifting off the seat, trying to get my cock back into his hand. His head dropped down to lick and kiss the nipple he wasn't already playing with while his free hand returned to my thighs. I thought I was ready this time for his fingers on my cock, then he decided to add something else. As his hand returned to my shaft, I felt warm breath on my belly and suddenly his lips were tight around the head of my cock. They must have been tight because while his fingers stroked and tongue swirled, he didn't lose a drop of the load I shot in his mouth. A few moments later, while my other head was still spinning, he kissed me again and... well... he fed me the load from my first real orgasm. What in the *hell* was I thinking? How could I let a total stranger *do* that to me? In the darkness of my room my face heated again and my stomach lurched. It wasn't just the memory of looking down at my spit slick dick head while swallowing again and again, trying to clear my mouth of the last traces of cum. Bob continued to play with my naked body. Only now he was talking, saying things that made me cringe. Like how much he enjoyed the sight of my mostly hairless body, how he couldn't get enough of touching my clear soft skin. What a thrill it was for him to see the pleasure I received from my introduction to man sex. How amazed he was that an ordinary young straight boy could also be such an eager little cum slut. What a precious gift it was, to share my secret with him. Oh no... Oh God... Oh... FUCK! If anyone, anywhere, *ever* found out about this I was absolutely, no shit, going to fuckin' *DIE*! And he knew it, better than I did at the time. He'd thought this through a lot further than I had, probably more times than he could count. I was still wobbly when he dropped me near home, close enough to walk but far enough I didn't have to answer questions about who gave me a ride. He'd spent the short trip talking about, "our secret", and the things I'd have to do to avoid getting caught. I thought it was a little strange at the time. Now the other shoe finally dropped. He thought I was going to do this again! Didn't just think it, was so sure of it he didn't say *if*, not once. Everything was about *when*. Bob told me he had other plans for the next few days but I should give him a call after school on Monday. I fell asleep eventually. It felt like my eyes had barely closed when the alarm went off and I had to drag myself out of bed. Don't ask how I made it through school on Friday. The only thing good about it was that keeping up with what was going on was so challenging I didn't have time to think about Bob. I wish I could say the same about later. I nodded off as soon as I got home. Then it was supper time, and homework. When bedtime arrived I was wide awake again. It wasn't a school night so they let me stay up watching TV. At least I was sitting in front of the tube with my eyes open. Don't ask me what the movie was about. My thoughts kept drifting a couple miles down the road and a couple of days away. Did I really have to call him? The way he said it wasn't like, "or else", but it wasn't exactly a suggestion either. It was just so certain. Like maybe the sun wouldn't come up tomorrow, or the school would burn down, or sometime during the weekend my folks would sell me to a passing wagon full of gypsies. We both knew though that the school was still going to be there, I would be in it, and when my last class ended I'd call him. The idea that he might come looking for me scared me worse than telling him where to pick me up. Besides, I was about to discover another problem. I wouldn't say that up to that time I'd been bothered by unwanted erections. Some were embarrassing. Mostly I enjoyed them. Now that I knew how to cope with the problem I should have enjoyed them even more. Thinking about the cute cheerleader that sat next to me in homeroom, rarely failed. Especially on the days she had cheer practice after school. We returned to homeroom for dismissal at the end of the day. She had gym for her last class and usually changed into her cheer uni then. I didn't have to think about her too long for the front of my jeans to start getting tight. It wasn't all that late and I was more horny than sleepy when I undressed for bed, undressed a little further than usual. I normally slept in my underwear. That Friday I wasn't under the covers more than a few minutes before my tee shirt was pulled up and my shorts were dangling from one ankle. Thoughts of little Jenny?, Julie?, had provided a fine, firm, stiffy to play with. I dropped it like it was hot, not the horny kind of hot, almost on the first stroke. I was still horny for my little cheerleader but as my fingers wrapped around my cock a completely different scene flooded my mind. Memory trampled fantasy. I couldn't touch myself without remembering what happened in a car, in a shed, with a creepy homo pervert. It would have been bad enough if my hardon wilted at the thought. This was worse. The memory of lying there exposed, kissing him, while his hands... Oh God! My cock twitched, growing stiffer than I thought possible. I knew what an orgasm felt like now. There was one waiting for me, minutes, maybe only seconds away, if I was willing to pay the price. Could I? Could I turn back, this close to release? I pulled my bunched tee shirt higher and bit down on it to muffle my sobs. With my eyes squinched shut and tears trickling back towards my pillow, I reached down to do what had to be done. I guess I panicked when my orgasm arrived. Later I'd have a catch rag handy. Right then all I had was my hands and barely managed to toss the covers aside in time. I kept from blasting boy juice in all directions but both hands and my lower belly were covered with sticky wetness. A tiny trickle started to meander to one side and I reflexively flattened my stomach as much as possible. I knew of one way to dispose of a load, but... no... I couldn't... I, I... didn't really have an alternative that wouldn't include answering some humiliating questions regarding stained bedding. I spit out my undershirt and had to listen to my own soft sobs as I licked my hands clean. It shouldn't have been that bad. I was alone. Unless I told them, nobody would ever find out about this moment. It was the memory of Bob kissing me, the taste of spunk on his tongue in my mouth, that made it the most degrading act imaginable. Bob or not, I would have eventually learned to jack off. Without him, the idea of cleaning up the mess by swallowing would never have occurred to me. I did it a couple more times that weekend, with a catch rag handy. While I didn't manage to concentrate on my cheerleader all the way to an orgasm, I got better at it. Cumming a few more times did make my memories a little less traumatic. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad. I tried to tell myself that calling Bob on Monday was more, "research". The truth is I was afraid. I know now that if we got caught he'd be in more trouble than me. I guess I knew it back then too. The thought of what my life would be like if the other kids found out was, like, don't even go there. I didn't waste a lot of time thinking about his problems. The idea of him coming up to me while I was with my friends scared me more than meeting him somewhere. He picked me up several blocks from school. It was a compromise. I'd have been willing to walk the whole way if it would keep anyone from seeing us together. He didn't want anyone to see where I was going. It was chilly when we got out of the car. Fortunately the, (tack room?), built into the shed had south facing windows. There was nothing like curtains or blinds but the windows were dusty and that side faced away from the road. We could easily hear passing traffic and anyone who pulled into the driveway. The nearest neighbors on that side were far enough away that even if they caught a flicker of movement they'd have no idea what it was about. Then he was kissing me and unbuttoning my shirt. I was still mentally debating how far I was willing to let things go when he had me... not naked... not exactly. My shirt and tee were hanging on a nearby nail but everything else was down around my ankles. He had me turned so I didn't see the jar of lube. The first hint I had about how different this was going to be was feeling his greasy fingertip between my cheeks while he kissed me and jacked me with his other hand. His finger in my butt was uncomfortable. The second one hurt, even after I had time to relax and get used to it. Taking his cock up my ass actually hurt less, physically anyway. Nobody is ever really ready to lose their virginity. I sure as hell wasn't ready for this. Being a normal young boy I was instantly able to spin a fantasy around anything female that caught my eye. None of my mental practice runs included a grown up creep doing homo stuff to me. So, it was awkward and uncomfortable, totally embarrassing, and far outside anything I'd imagined. There was a sharp pain right at first when I realized he'd pulled his fingers out and it was the head of his dick pushing into my ass. Bob stopped everything else and just held me for a while until I relaxed again. It's hard to describe what I felt at the time. His arms were thick and solid like the branches of an old tree I liked to climb in our back yard. He wasn't rough but with those arms around me I knew I wasn't going anywhere until he'd finished getting everything he wanted . It was scary in a way. Like picking blueberries with a big pair of pliers, and me as the blueberry. Only his concentration and control were keeping him from turning me into jam. Unable to pull away, rising up on my toes, straining to avoid the slow invasion of his thick greasy cock, was only a part of it. As it filled my ass it began to press against something up inside me, a very special something. The sensation was so intense I'm not sure it was pleasure, at least not at first. My dick had it's own opinion. Already stiff, it tried to give new meaning to the term erection. Somehow I survived that first full insertion and felt a wave of relief as the equally slow withdrawal progressed, followed by despair and more embarrassment at the second stroke. How had I formed the idea he was only going to shove it in once? He'd bent me forward slightly and I found myself watching my own stiffy bobbing in time with his slow thrusts. I wasn't the only one watching. Bob stopped nibbling my ear long enough to chuckle and ask what the little cutie I had the hots for would think if she could see me now? It was turning into a whole series of shocks. Everybody knows a horny boy is going to be drooling over at least one girl. At the time though, I was like, oh my God, he *knows* about my little cheerleader and all the fantasies. He didn't leave it at that, talking about how she'd probably soak her panties watching my stiffy wave around while a creepy old perv opened up my tight little ass. If I asked her real nice maybe she'd jerk me off while I was getting man fucked. Maybe I should ask her to slap it instead, after telling her I'm an evil little sex freak that needs to have his cock spanked. It was scary, like watching a horror movie, going to have nightmares later scary. Or maybe more like already having the nightmare can't wake myself up. The pain was really bad at first and never got better than uncomfortable. Worse than the physical sensation of my ass being stretched, was the how and why of it. His *cock* was being shoved inside me. He was doing it so he could cum. It was *sex* but twisted and backwards, nothing like what it was supposed to be. There wasn't a girl anywhere around. At the same time there was no way to deny that Bob was sure as shit *fucking*, no way to hide from the knowledge of who was the fuckee. Imagining anyone seeing me like this went way past simple embarrassment. Horror and humiliation were fighting to get the upper hand. That's when the biggest shock hit like a silent hammer blow. I was... enjoying it. He began teasing me about the tears streaming down my face, telling me this was special. I wouldn't be the innocent virgin next time, a shy little nerd hiding a terrible secret maybe, but certainly not a virgin. As soon as he said it I knew it was true. This was only the first time. I would be back. That little piece of guilty knowledge brought another. The instant anything touched my aching stiffy I was going to squirt boy juice half way across the room. Bob continued to hold me and pull me back to meet his slow deep thrusts. I don't know if he went back to nibbling my ear for it's own sake or as something to do while he kept an eye on my stiffy. I know that the third time I started to reach for my cock only to pull my hand away, he chuckled. "Go on, don't be shy. I'm about ready to bust a nut myself. Watching you jerk a load off while I'm fucking you is sure to push me over the edge. I could make you do it, or give you a reach around, but I don't have to. There's no bigger thrill for me than a shy young boy getting so turned on that he has to pleasure himself while I fuck him." *** I woke up disoriented. Moonlight on the oddly angled nylon above me eventually let me figure out I was in a tent. School had been out for summer a couple of weeks. It had been months since the last time I had that nightmare. I didn't have to think very hard or long to figure out why it was back. I'd told Bob my family was going camping at the state park for two weeks and I wouldn't be able to see him until we got back. Then yesterday I'd seen him setting up his own tent at the edge of the campground closest to our space. The scariest part of the dream was that it wasn't at all, "dream like". In fact, it was brighter and more detailed than my waking memories of the same event. I'd lost count of the number of times he'd had me since that afternoon in the shed. Some of the things we did would make a sailor blush. If my folks ever found out, my dad would kill him before my mom woke up from fainting. I never had dreams about that, not any of it, not ever. That first time though, from the moment I discovered I was way too deep into something I didn't really understand, to the point where I realized I *liked* being in that position, returned to haunt me again and again. I could practically guarantee a replay if I fell asleep contemplating some new form of, "research". My folks stayed up late drinking and talking grown up stuff by the campfire. It had been a long day and by the time it got dark I was beat. I knew when I crawled into my sleeping bag I was going to wake up early. I was normally up by sunrise and here I was going to sleep hours earlier in an unfamiliar place. Maybe that was the reason, or it could have been nothing more than traffic, not everyone was a family type and several cars full of rowdy drunks rolled in after the local bars closed. Almost from the first I'd insisted on my own tent for these family vacations. Now I was wide awake a little after two in the morning and acutely aware that a nearby tent held a pervo who might not mind getting up this early. The restrooms were in the other direction. If anyone asked I figured I'd tell them I got lost on my way back. I was starting to worry that I'd wake people in the next tent before I got Bob to answer me. Then instead of asking me in he told me to wait a minute and eventually crawled out. The moonlight was bright enough to see fairly well but his tent was close enough to the trees to be in the shadows. When Bob realized we weren't the only ones awake he pulled me into the woods. A few feet from the campground we were invisible to anyone else. I'm sure we were still close enough for his friend to hear when Bob told me there was somebody else with him. Somebody Bob wanted me to meet, away from the campground where we had more privacy. The other guy joined us, not too close, another shadow in a woods full of them. Bob led me directly into the woods avoiding the hiking trails. By the time he stopped we were deep enough in the forest somebody still might hear me scream but it would take a while for anyone to get to me. Don't ask me where that thought came from. Maybe it was the nightmare. Maybe I was unconsciously aware of how this would look to other campers. You know, grown men take young boy on late night nature hike. I was more curious and excited than frightened. Especially as Bob began to fill me in on his companion. "This is Gerry. He's not as much older than me as I'm older than you but we met when I was about your age. My dad died a couple years earlier and mom didn't have the training to get a good job so we moved back into her dads house. In some ways he was better than a dad, he had more practice raising kids and more time to spend with me. He really was a grand father. When I was so busy drooling over the little cutie who sat next to me in math that I was failing the course, he talked my teacher into letting me pass if I got tutoring over the summer. "Gerry was an associate professor at the local campus of the state college back then, doing tutoring as a part time job during the summer break. I think it took about twenty minutes for him to decide he was going to teach me more than math. I didn't learn as fast as you. Still, when the day came that granddad returned home unexpectedly it was pretty damn obvious that I knew what I was doing. Consent? Well... I wasn't exactly eager to admit it. Gramps told Gerry it would be a good idea for him to get his ass somewhere else while we talked about a few things. "The first surprise was that he actually wanted to talk, or rather, wanted me to talk and was willing to listen with an open mind. When he walked in I thought we were toast. Instead I got the advantage of him already having traveled the usual road with his own kids. It helped a lot that we trusted each other enough that he didn't try to pretend I wasn't in trouble and I didn't try to convince him I was some sort of innocent. The whole situation relaxed a lot once he was sure I wasn't getting my arm twisted and I had realized that was his main concern. Don't get me wrong, he was anything but happy about what we were doing. There just wasn't a whole lot he could do to stop it and he wasn't going to make a fool out of himself by trying. In return for accepting that it was my body and my choice about what got done to it he forced me to concede that it wasn't just my reputation. If I was careless or unlucky enough to get publicly caught I'd be taking my family name down with me. To his way of thinking that gave him the right to set some terms and conditions. "I won't go into the whole list. It was mostly common sense. One condition he set had unexpected effects. While we would all be more comfortable with me keeping my private life private it was important to remember I was *not* an adult. Even adults could get themselves into bad situations. Chasing tail was often the quickest way to get there. For my own safety it was important that somebody know where I was and who I was with at all times. If it was a place or a person my mom might find questionable I was to tell granddad. The first few times were awkward. After that he might remind me about some later event as I went out the door or just say bye. I couldn't and wouldn't ever be really comfortable having my granddad know I was on my way to get fucked. "Years later, after I'd graduated from college and was out on my own, he revealed that he found the arrangement much more of an ordeal than I had. Understanding there wasn't any way for him to stop it didn't lessen his disapproval of what I was doing. He'd never experimented homosexually, found the whole idea repellent. Certainly he'd never contemplated doing anything like that with his own grandson. Yet, when I was out engaging in that sort of activity with his passive cooperation if not his consent, the thought of what I was doing usually got him sexually aroused. Eventually he was so upset by his reaction that he swore my mom to secrecy and revealed why he would be much more comfortable not knowing if I was out with certain people. She not only refused to take him off the hook, she claimed it was for the exact same reason. The idea of a cute boy participating in homosexual activity wasn't especially exciting to her, and her own son had never had any sort of role in her private fantasies. However, the thought of her cute, young, son accompanying a man, or worse yet a series of men to some private location for sexual purposes would have her... well... better not to take the idea any further." "Oh my." From the shadow that was Gerry. "All these years I thought you had convinced your grandfather it was a one time thing. Now I discover that even your mother knew, and found the idea of me having you exciting? I'm going to be very angry with you if you don't find a way to make it up to me for not saying something sooner." I was pretty bright for a kid, a regular rocket scientist. I've since learned that they often find themselves in social situations where they're left on the platform after everyone else has boarded the clue train and departed. However, if I'm standing in a dark forest and somebody lights up a neon sign I can read the message. "You're going to make me do it." "Well, no, not exactly. Don't waste time trying to act innocent. I didn't sneak into your tent to make a straight boy do things while his folks are snoring nearby. You woke me up hours before dawn looking for a dick you already know well. I've told Gerry some of the things we've done, things he taught me and I taught you in turn. It got me thinking about what it was like for my granddad, or maybe more like my mom. Only I wouldn't just want to know about it. I'd want to be there. "You don't have to do anything with anybody. I'd like for you to do it with Gerry. This is going to sound a little weird, but it's a bigger thrill for me if you *don't* want to. Like if you promised to do something really special for me without putting any conditions on it, and now I want you to let me watch you strip naked out in the woods and fuck some horny perv. Then ask us to take turns doing the kinkiest stuff imaginable until we can't get it up again." I guess by some standards it wasn't much of a gang rape. There were only two and they would stop any time I told them. At least that's what I believed... really needed to believe, at the time. Movies aren't real life, but there's this thing in some of them where a pimp breaks in a new girl by making her do it over and over with a bunch of guys. That night was my coming out party. From that day forward I did anything Bob told me with anybody up until I left for college and we lost touch. At least I hope that ended it. I'm married now and have kids of my own. I can't exactly skip my little girls recital to suck off a couple grubby winos behind some dumpster, can I? The End

Author: Lizard69 Title: Perverts Park Keywords: M+b, Rape, reluc, Summary: What has been seen cannot be unseen. The true danger of too much information lies in what you do with it. This is a work of fiction. If you have trouble with the boundary between fact and fantasy, don't read it. If non-consensual sex between adult men and a young boy freaks you out, don't read it. Do not under any circumstances forward this file to anyone that hasn't specifically requested it. In case you haven't figured it out yet this is intended as *adult* entertainment. Do not allow it to be accessed by minors. If you have inadvertently downloaded it in a jurisdiction where such material isn't legal please delete it immediately. Do not re-post in whole or in part without this notice. Do not repost on any "for profit" site without my specific written permission. Copyright 2011 by Lizard69. Perverts Park (M+b, rape, reluctant) Lizard69 It was a lifetime ago, that summer I turned twelve. I still have a photo taken at my birthday that year. It's hard to believe I was ever that gawky looking boy with the thick glasses and the red blond buzz cut. The hormones had kicked in but I hadn't figured out how to jack off yet. If I look close I can even see the semi-permanent "stiffy" I had during my last few months as a child. We lived in a special place back then. It was an ordinary house, on an ordinary street, but on the other side of that street was a huge park that extended out past the city limits. There was an access road meandering through it with grills and picnic tables. There were miles of hiking trails. Much of it was left undeveloped. The street in front of our house was a knife edge cut between suburbia and wilderness. There were no electronic games back then, no cable TV. Even air conditioning was a luxury most people didn't waste money on. Having someplace to go when the weather got hot and tempers got short probably saved more than one kids life. I know it sure changed mine. It was late June, school had only been out for a couple of weeks. The weather was setting records for heat and humidity. Peeling down to a pair of sweat drenched briefs and finally even tossing those hadn't let me get comfortable enough to sleep. The clock in my bedroom said two AM when I got up to get a drink. A hint of breeze through the kitchen screen door made a late night walk more appealing than my stuffy room. I'd pulled on a teeshirt and track shorts when I got up so all I had to do was grab my sneakers and go. Technically the park closed at ten and kids my age had a curfew, but the cops who cruised the park didn't get out of their cars unless they saw something suspicious. Today the idea of a kid walking alone in the park after midnight seems crazy. Even back then I don't guess it was really safe but that wasn't something I thought about. Not having a destination in mind, I couldn't really say I got lost. I still don't know if it was luck, fate, or pure coincidence that led me to the one restroom in the park that was in the middle of a long trail loop instead of next to a parking lot. The way I was sweating I didn't need to piss that bad but there was a drinking fountain on the side of the building and I was thirsty again. If I hadn't hung around like a camel tanking up I'd never have heard the low moans from inside. It scared me, but back then I was so innocent all I could think of was that some hiker was sick or injured. When I stepped inside and saw the backs of several men who got there ahead of me I was relieved that others were already taking care of the situation. At least that's one way to describe what they were doing. One of the guys stepped back and let me get in front of him so I could see what was happening. The first time you see something totally new you don't really see it. This was that way, like looking at a combination of things that don't connect or adding two plus two and getting "green" for an answer. The guy who was moaning wasn't hurt. At least he wasn't hurt bad enough to keep him from standing up. The kid kneeling in front of him didn't seem to be hurt either. Not that I could see anyway, and since he was completely bare naked he sure wasn't hiding anything. Every man in there had his fly open or his shorts pulled down and a hard cock sticking out. More than one guy was rubbing his cock while watching what I was trying so hard to NOT understand. The kid wasn't any older than me, maybe even a year or two younger, and he had this grown mans cock in his mouth! The first couple inches anyway. The guy kept pulling it out a little and shoving it back in. One hand was stroking what wouldn't fit and the other was cupping the back of the kids head. This was so WRONG, but nobody was trying to stop it, just standing around like they were waiting for something. I had sex ed in school so in theory at least I knew about erections, orgasms, and ejaculation. None of that prepared me for what happened next. I'd started to back away then froze when I felt a big hand close on my shoulder. I must have made some noise when I figured out what was bumping against the small of my back. Whatever the reason, the kid on the floor wasn't just looking my way, he was looking right into my eyes when that pervert came in his mouth. Another man moved in as the first zipped up and left. Instead of putting his cock in the kids mouth he knelt down behind him and the kid got down on all fours. While the pervert slowly worked his cock into the kids ass the guy behind me bent forward and whispered in my ear. "See the juice dripping off his nuts and running down his legs? That isn't all lube or sweat. He's been fucked in the ass more than once tonight and the party's not over yet." I felt sick and confused. This was all so wrong. At the same time a rock hard stiffy was tenting the front of my shorts. When I saw that even the kid they were fucking had a stiffy, the whole thing got too weird for me. There was a picnic table a couple dozen yards from the restroom. I don't know how long I sat there in the dark trying to figure out how to deal with what was happening. I wanted to go back home and have a "do over" where I never went out tonight. I didn't want to know about a world where young boys get gang fucked by perverts in a public restroom. At the same time I couldn't get the way that kid looked out of my mind. He wasn't scared. Nobody was beating him up or holding him down. I couldn't understand how he could let them do that to him. It would be years before I could hear the word "cocksucker" without seeing his face, looking me right in the eye, as if he wanted to know if it was my turn yet. My turn for what? Did he expect me to put my cock in his mouth, or take his place? I didn't realize I was thinking out loud until a quiet voice from the other end of the table asked, "Does it matter?". I started to reply a couple of times before I finally stammered out that it would matter to me. Again I heard that voice in the darkness. "I suppose that kind of party would be a little wild for your first time. I swallowed my first load at a park a lot like this one when I was even younger than you. It was real luck that I ran into an older guy who started me off right." "What do you mean?" "He made me understand that getting a hardon watching guys cum didn't mean I was gay. Simply having an orgasm or giving one to another guy has nothing to do with making love." He moved closer and lowered his voice even more, not a whisper, but so quiet I had to lean close to hear him clearly. "You're old enough I'm sure somebody has told you about the birds and bees, so you won't knock up some silly little slut by accident. They've probably told you enough about VD and shotgun weddings to scare you out of doing much on purpose. I'll bet they even mentioned wet dreams and jacking off but they called them nocturnal emissions and masturbation. While your folks and your teachers were telling you this stuff didn't you get the impression they'd be a lot happier if they could ignore the whole issue? Like the only reason they were telling you anything was because they'd have to deal with something worse if they didn't at least cover the basics? I'll bet that if they even gave you a chance to ask questions, they made it pretty damn clear they weren't eager to answer them." He had it pegged so close to dead center that he could have sat through the same class I did. I'm not sure when he put his arm around my shoulders. I didn't notice it until his free hand on my thigh startled me. "The truth is they really didn't have much choice. The plumbing starts to work years before you're mature enough to settle down and start a family. So they tell you just enough to keep you from doing something really stupid and to let you know it happens to everybody. Having a hardon all the time doesn't mean you're turning into some kind of pervert. Sneaking a peek down some girls blouse is expected if you have a good shot at not getting caught. They're NOT going to tell you how good it feels to bust a nut. They figure you'll find that out for yourself too damn soon to suit them. They certainly aren't going to tell you how much better it feels to have somebody else get you off. It's almost like the difference between being tickled and trying to tickle yourself. You can pop your own cock but it's a pretty sorry substitute for letting somebody do it for you." His hand was moving on my thigh and I was starting to get a little scared. I hadn't planned on going out so I hadn't bothered with underwear. If his fingers slipped a little deeper into the loose leg of my shorts he'd be bumping against my stiffy. I guess I made some half assed attempt to get up and leave. "Relax, let me make you feel good, nobody else will know about it. If it's easier for you to pretend I made you do it that's OK. I don't have to play nice but there's so many willing dicks I've never had to get rough yet. It's dark enough out here you wouldn't recognize me if we passed each other on the street tomorrow." So I sat there with my elbows on the table and my face in my hands while he pushed up the leg of my shorts and pulled my cock and balls out into the open. I felt him shifting position then his breath on my thigh gave me a little warning. Enough to keep me from from jumping up and running away when his tongue wiped the head of my dick. Then he sucked my little stiffy into his hot wet mouth and I wasn't going anywhere. Frightened, embarrassed, excited, and all of it so intense I was almost physically sick. That's what I remember most about my first orgasm, the sensation being so intense. I'd soon learn to recognize it as pleasure but nothing had prepared me for that first time. I was so out of it I got all the way home before his parting words really sank in. "Same time next week". It was the longest seven days of my life. My dick seemed to alternate between shrinking down to a little acorn and getting so hard it hurt. I couldn't touch it without thinking about how it felt in his mouth and I couldn't keep my hands off it. Then I'd remember that kid in the restroom. Somehow I knew he started like this. The idea of taking his place made my stomach flip and shrank my dick down to nothing. Worst was not having anyone I could talk to. School was out for the summer and the coach that taught sex ed sure as hell didn't pass out his home phone number. Maybe my parents wouldn't go nuts if they caught me jerking off. They'd probably lock me up somewhere if I told them I liked to daydream about a queer molesting me while I beat my meat. When the big night finally arrived I didn't believe I could fall asleep if you'd whacked me with a baseball bat. Somehow I nodded off anyway and woke up just after one, scared to death I'd missed my chance to feel that good again. It was dark enough at the table I wasn't sure it was the same guy. Since I didn't get a look at him the first time I wouldn't have been sure anyway. Still, it was nice that he couldn't see me blush when he told me I was early. He put an arm around my shoulders and practically carried me off the trail into the trees. We were still trapped in that heat wave so it didn't bother me when he pulled off my teeshirt. Then I heard, "OK kid, time to lose the shorts.", and felt a chill that had nothing to do with the night air. I'd been so hot for the chance to do it again that it never occurred to me he might want to do something different. The idea of getting bare assed right there in the open was almost too much for me. Yeah, it's hard to believe now I was ever that green. "Well, what are you waiting for? Neither one of us came out here to play checkers." So, a minute later I was standing there in nothing but my sneakers wondering what to do with my hands and noticing he didn't have that problem. He didn't let me pull away when I popped my first load almost as soon as his lips wrapped around my tool. It barely started to soften before I felt it getting stiff again. Finally I settled for resting my hands on his shoulders while his were all over me. And his mouth, my god, the things he did, teasing me with his lips and tongue until my hips started rocking, then kissing my belly and thighs until I'd cooled down a little. Soon I was begging him not to stop whenever his mouth left my dick. Suddenly he stood up and said, "your turn". "What?!" "Don't be a dope. I've made you pop your load a couple of times and I'm ready to do it again, but I want to have some fun too. Get down on your knees." I'd never dreamed that anything could be so embarrassing. How could I be so stupid that I didn't see this coming. I couldn't run away unless I wanted to do it naked. My clothes were somewhere close but he'd never let me stall long enough to grope around until I found them. The only people who would hear me yell for help were other perverts. Would they pull him off me, or pull their dicks out and get in line? I never actually decided to get down and blow him. It's more like my knees buckled at the thought of being just like that other kid. I'm not sure what I was planning to say when I opened my mouth. Ask him what to do? Tell him to leave me alone? Whatever... His dick was in my face before I could make a sound and squirting cum a couple of heartbeats later. I guess I swallowed some. More of it splashed my face and chest as he pulled out. Then I was on my hands and knees thinking about puking until he reached under me and grabbed my cock. I was blushing so bad I should have lit things up like a ninety pound firefly. He'd just finished fucking my mouth and my dick was still a hard little spike aching for some attention. He jacked me off, hard and fast, until I popped my cork then got up and left while I was catching my breath. It was just as hot and humid the next day but that wasn't why I was back in the park. All morning I'd wandered around like a zombie and my mom kept tripping over me while she tried to do her housework. If anybody knew what I was thinking I'd have died from embarrassment. I tried to ignore it, but images of that pervert fucking me kept drifting into my head. Eventually I had to either get out of the house or explain to my mom why I was blushing so bad. I got to the park right after lunch and for the first time in my life really watched the people around me. I probably learned more in that one afternoon of people watching than twelve years of being a self centered brat. My uncle often talked about how hunting was such a great sport, especially when he was baiting some predator that might be more than he could handle. Now I knew how the bait felt. It's like I was wearing some big sign that only perverts could see. Nobody actually hit on me but I could tell a couple were checking me out. After supper things got more interesting. There was a playground with picnic areas all around and trails leading off in every direction. The really little kids and their parents or sitters were gone. The adults that were still there ignored the kids, except for one guy walking around with a leash and dog collar. Other kids weren't interested and eventually he came over to me. I stared at the dirt in front of the bench while he told me his puppy had slipped the leash and asked if I'd help him search for it. Don't ask me why, I don't think I'll ever know, but instead of answering his question I asked a couple of my own. "Is it really true that there's somebody for everyone? Like if a guy thinks tall, skinny, red heads are totally hot, somewhere there's a girl like that who thinks he's cool? Or every short, fat, girl has some guy out there who thinks she's the best?" He agreed that it was probably true. "So, if there are grownups who try to lead kids into the bushes, there must be some kids who are supposed to go with them, even if they know there isn't any puppy. And they can't tell anyone about it later, because everyone will know they could have just walked away." I'll never forget the way he was staring at me when I finally looked up. Like he'd just won the lottery but was scared that he'd get run over by a truck while crossing the street to cash in the ticket. Without a word he turned and walked down one of the trails. I hung back, just close enough to keep him in sight. Now and then he'd look back then shake his head like he couldn't believe I was really following him. He seemed to have forgotten the collar and leash was still in his hands but he might as well have been leading me like a dog. We didn't go too far after we left the trail before he had his fly open. His dick was different from the ones I'd seen before. It was only a little thicker than mine even if it was a couple inches longer. Instead of standing in front of me he knelt down and had me get on my hands and knees so his cock in my mouth was pointed almost straight down my throat. He grabbed my head with both hands and began fucking my face, deeper and deeper until I started to gag, then he'd back off for a while before seeing how much I could take. It would be a long time before I could swallow a whole cock but it only took him a few minutes to teach me the basics. When he finally pulled out I was trying so hard not to loose my supper I hardly noticed him moving around behind me. Before I knew what was happening he'd tugged my shorts down around my thighs and his wet slippery fingers were pushing lube into my asshole. He clapped one hand over my mouth and leaned in close to whisper in my ear as he used the other to aim the head of his dick at my hole. "See kid, I can make it easy for you. I made your hot little boy-pussy nice and wet and slippery. Now it's time for you to be my little bitch boy. Push yourself back onto my cock until I'm in you to the hilt." For just a second he must have thought I was going to fight him. Instead I started sort of rocking backwards, not really moving but pushing against his prick then easing off when I couldn't take anymore. It was almost a surprise when the head of his cock popped inside. I guess he figured it was a little late for me to yell for help. Both of his hands grabbed my waist as I slowly pushed myself onto his shaft. His pubic hair was tickling my ass cheeks when he pushed my teeshirt over my head and down my arms. It didn't seem fair. I was down on all fours, completely bare from my wrists to my knees, while he only had his fly unzipped. If anyone caught us they'd see me naked and just enough of his cock to know he was fucking me. It was so weird. A total stranger was fucking me in a public park and all I could worry about was getting caught! I guess getting caught was something familiar while the rest was more than I could deal with right then. The pervert probably didn't take more than a couple of minutes to get his load off but it felt like forever. I must have been sort of in shock or confused or something, because I followed him back to the picnic areas without even wondering if anybody had watched us leave. I should have wondered. Instead I sat there like a lump until the park closed. An old guy and his granddaughter were the last ones walking past me on their way out when he sent her ahead and told her not to worry if it took him a while to catch up. There was plenty of bench. He didn't have to sit so close. Still, I didn't think anything of it until I felt his hand on my thigh. "He fucked you, the guy you followed into the woods earlier." Maybe I should have said something but it didn't sound like a question. The cops were coming through when I pushed his hand away and got up. They slowed down when he grabbed my wrist but must have thought I was helping him to his feet. A smile, a friendly wave, and then I watched the tail lights disappear as he put his arm around my shoulders and we walked toward the street. "I'm sure you know what he did was against the law. Right or wrong isn't so clear but it's a pretty safe bet you aren't in any hurry to tell all your friends. You don't need a nosy stranger giving you a load of advice you didn't ask for, so I'm going to settle for giving you a couple extra things to consider while you're trying to sort it all out. I spent most of my life as a county court judge. There isn't anything you could tell me or any question you could ask that would shock me. I'm retired now. I don't judge people anymore. Most afternoons when the weather is nice I'm somewhere out here looking after my granddaughter. If you did come to me for advice, the sort of questions you asked wouldn't be anyone else's business." We'd reached the street and were standing under a light when he lifted my chin until he was looking me right in the eye. "You're not the first kid who's been turned out by some pervert in the park, maybe not even the first one this week. Some of them will report it to the cops, most won't. If you decide not to tell, you also need to decide what you're going to do the next time a pervert tries to get you into the bushes." Thinking about it on the way home got me so hard I had to jack off before I could get to sleep. They say that losing your cherry is easier the second time. Maybe so. It still took me four days to hook up with another pervert. Joining the late night crowd at the restroom was out. That was too much like jumping into the deep end of the pool without knowing how to swim. What I really wanted was to shower with a cheerleader not suck off the football team. Fat chance! The few times a cute girl noticed me, all she saw was a twelve year old nerd staring and drooling with some serious wood in his shorts. I'm probably lucky the girls involved didn't get their male friends or relatives to pound the snot out of me. The old guy was around but I wasn't ready to talk about anything yet. If I had talked to him he could have told me I was being stalked. The day it happened I'd found a shady patch at the edge of the woods where I could flop down and prop my chin on my hands while I pretended to watch some older kids playing volleyball. The perv said I was asking for it. He might have been right. I was wearing my oldest teeshirt, one that had been washed so many times it almost looked wet before I started to sweat. When my legs got too long I'd turned my old jeans into cut offs. They were kind of small to begin with and a hardon was making them even tighter. It didn't help that one of the girls playing volleyball was so cute it almost hurt to watch her. I wasn't even thinking about other perverts when I finally ducked into the woods. He was just a few yards inside the tree line but the brush was thick enough he couldn't see the volleyball game from here. In fact, the only gap in the bushes had a view of the spot where I'd been laying. I was still pretty new to this whole sex thing. Even today I miss more than my share because I don't catch on to what's being offered. Still, when a pervert is standing there with his cock in his hand, watching me drool over some cutie, it's a pretty safe bet he's thinking about me the same way I'm thinking about her. I could have run. What was he going to do, chase me through the park in broad daylight with his dick hanging out? There were enough people around all I had to do was yell and he'd take off like a scared rabbit. Instead I froze. I'm not sure how long I stood there with my mental gears crunching as I made the transition from doing the girl, to being the girl. By the time he put his cock away, stood up, and walked over to me, I knew I was fucked even if we hadn't worked out the details. He kept one hand on the back of my neck as he guided me through the woods but I can't really say he dragged me into the bushes. Eventually we came to a pair of ruts and a small wooden shed. That part of the park had been some farmers wood lot once upon a time. There weren't any windows but it had enough cracks in the walls and holes in the roof that it wasn't too dark even after he closed the door. Whatever tools had been stored there were long gone but a rusty can near the wall still had a little thick machine grease in the bottom. He didn't leave me standing there for long. He had my teeshirt off and shorts down around my ankles almost before he got the door closed behind us. That was just the beginning. His hands were all over me while I learned the difference between bare and naked. It got worse when he started to talk. "Hey kid, you know the only good thing about having a wife? Whenever you want to fuck she has to do it. The next best thing is taking some young boy and making him fuck like a horny little slut. I've seen you around the park, slut boy. I know what you need even if you don't. Now kiss me." I knew I'd have to suck him and probably take it up my ass but this was too weird. It was also way too late for me to back out. I tried to give him a peck on the cheek but he grabbed my face and planted one right on my mouth. "Come on boy. You can do better than that. I'm not your grandmother. Open your mouth and suck on my tongue like it's a big wet cock." He had me wrap my arms around his neck. For the longest time I stood there tongue kissing a pervert while he molested me. It wasn't just gross. It made everything else more personal. Like he was fucking me in places his dick couldn't reach.. Every time he brushed against my stiffy it got a little harder until I was so close to popping a load nothing else mattered. Finally he grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me in until my crotch was against his thigh. Without even thinking I started hunching myself against him, humping his denim covered leg like a horny dog. All of a sudden somebody opened the door and light poured into the shack. The pervert roughly pushed me away but I was past the point of no return. I'm not sure if I was trying to jack off or just cover myself, but a couple of heartbeats later I was standing there naked with cum dripping off my fingers while two fully dressed men laughed at me. I should have been expecting it. After all, this was the first time I *wasn't* afraid of getting caught. I wanted to curl up and die but didn't think I'd get away that easy. The stranger was kind of scruffy looking and had a brown bagged bottle in one hand. "Hell, I was just looking for a quiet place to tip a couple, don't need no floor show. I'd kind of like to watch though if you don't mind. Could even see dippin' my own wick if I had the chance. It's been a while since I had any and I'm not fussy. Wish ya had a girl though." The pervert laughed again. "No you don't. If we had a girl here we'd have to slap her half senseless to make her do what we want and scare the crap out of her to keep her from running to the cops later. Even then there's no way to be sure she'd stay scared. Boys are easy. Get them bare and the fight goes right out of 'em. They're all on a hair trigger and once you make 'em shoot they don't say nuthin' to nobody. Warm summer day like this nobody expects to see this kid before supper time and they won't get nervous as long as he's home before dark. Don't need to twist his arm when we have that much time." He tipped my chin up and started deep kissing me again. If it felt weird the first time it was six times stranger to have another guy watching and waiting for his turn. Drying sperm made the skin on my hands feel tight, but not so tight as the skin on my dick when it started to get stiff again. He jerked me until my hips were rocking, then his hand was gone. They both got a kick out of the way my little stiffy waved around while I fucked empty air. The pervert went back to kissing and petting me. Twice more he got me going then pulled his hand away. The last time he had to grab my wrists to keep me from finishing what he started. "See what I mean? Ain't no trick keeping him hard and horny. The tricky part is not lettin' him bust a nut until he does whatever you want. How about it kid? How bad do you want to get a load off? Bad enough to reach back and spread your cheeks so I can shove a couple greasy fingers up your ass? Then do it, and don't even think about touching your prick until I say so!" I won't blame you if you can't believe I stood there completely bare letting a drunk watch a pervert finger fuck my ass. The longer it went on the worse it got. By the time the second guy came in my mouth I knew all about blue balls. The pre-cum oozing from the tip of my dick left a snail track on my stomach as I laid down on the dirt floor and pulled my knees up and spread for them. I don't remember all the things they had me say. Stuff like, "Come on, it's tighter than your wife.", and, "Fuck my hot little ass.". Mostly I remember them telling me over and over to smile and "Say it sweet." or "Say it like you mean it." The perverts kept me there all afternoon. Even with the grease I was pretty sore when they finished with me. I'm not sure when I found my way back to the playground or how long I sat there sort of drifting in and out before I noticed the old guy was sitting next to me. "When you were a judge, did you send a lot of people to prison?" "Yes, the ones who needed to be there." "And some of them went to prison for making kids do sex stuff? Kids like me?" "Some of them." "Did you ever think that sometimes it was OK for them to do it?" "Do you mean like, he wanted to do it and the kid wanted to do it, so I should just leave them alone?" "Not exactly. More like, he has to be really sick to make a kid do that kind of stuff but the kid knew what he was getting into and probably had it coming." He thought about that for a while and started to say something a couple of times before finally answering me. "In the years I was on the bench I met just about every sort of human trash you can imagine. Once in a while I'd see some fairly decent people who got caught up in a bad situation. While some people were more guilty than others I don't believe I ever met anyone who was totally innocent. Keep in mind that I wasn't being asked to pass judgment on the victim. Another thing to remember is that the worst criminals I had to deal with were always eager to blame somebody else for their mistakes. Are you telling me you knew he was going to fuck you? You were planning to be sexually abused?" "No! Well, maybe. Oh...I don't know. It's super embarrassing and all the time he's doing it I'm scared sick that my parents or friends will find out. Afterwards, it's like I was the loser in some giant pillow fight, only pillows don't make my butt hole sore. Pillow fights don't make me cum either. I don't know if that's the best part or the worst. It feels so much better than jacking off I get a stiffy that could drive nails just thinking about it. Then I think about him feeling that good while he's making me do stuff and it's all so dirty I want to crawl into a hole somewhere and never come out." "I guess you've got a problem. The laws against adults doing stuff with kids are made to protect innocent children. If you aren't innocent and don't WANT to be protected the law doesn't help much. I'd have to lock you up to keep perverts away from you and I'm not sure even that would do a lot of good. One thing I am sure of is that what you're doing right now is a disaster waiting to happen. Think about it. While you're doing it the only person who knows for sure where you're at and who you're with is the pervert doing you. The only thing he can be certain about is that if you talk, he goes to prison. If you keep this up long enough you WILL run into some jerk who's so afraid you might pick him out of a line up, he'd rather take his chances on not getting caught for killing you. That isn't the worst thing that could happen. There are a few twisted monsters out there that can't get hard unless they're hurting something. Women, kids, small animals, they don't care as long as it screams while they fuck it." Well, that was something to think about all right. I went back to jacking off and stayed out of the park unless I was doing normal kid stuff. That first pervert was right. It wasn't quite as dull as trying to tickle myself but it was more a reminder of what I was missing than any sort of relief. On top of that I couldn't get the privacy I needed anywhere but the bathroom and if I was in there more than five minutes my mom or dad was pounding on the door asking if I fell asleep. I got through a couple of weeks about half a step ahead of a major case of blue balls before I ran into the old judge again. "If I have to stop doing it or die I'm dead. I managed to get a load off less than an hour ago and I'm already so horny the first pervert to grab my crotch is going to make a sticky mess in my shorts." I don't know if I managed to shock him but the way he looked at me made me think about what I'd just said. The whole situation had me going a little bit nuts. "Grab a seat kid, we need to talk." "Right out here in the open?" "Best place for it. No way for anyone to sneak up on us. As long as you keep your voice down nobody will know what you're saying. I used to have a bunch of fancy titles but these days anyone I actually listen to calls me Fred. I don't need to know your real name. From your hair I'd guess half the people who don't know you but want to get your attention call you Red. Is that OK or would you rather use something else?" "It's OK." "Well, to start with I'm really, deeply, sorry I didn't do a better job of explaining things the last time we talked. I honestly didn't mean you had to give up sex. I've been around long enough to know that once somebody starts they aren't going to stop. People who find themselves in a situation where they can't get what they want will accept some pretty lame substitutes, but they don't just stop. What you need to quit doing, is taking off who knows where, with God knows who, so they can do things a kid isn't supposed to know about." "So what am I supposed to do?" "Give up sex and go back to shooting hoops and building model cars." "But you just said..." "Hey, you asked me what you were supposed to do. That's the answer I have to give you. If you want advice on how to avoid getting arrested or killed I can give you that, but it's a completely different question, OK?" "I don't understand." "Well Red, it's like this. Nobody is perfect but most people obey most of the laws most of the time. If they do break a law they usually pick one that few people care about and try to do it when nobody is watching. For a criminal to end up in jail somebody else has to know about the crime and care enough to report it. If a pervert is going to stay out of prison he has to get his kicks in a way where the people who care don't know and the people who know won't talk. That's why what you were doing is so dangerous. Dead kids can't talk. The only way for you to be safe, is to make sure the pervert knows that no matter what he does to you, things will go better for him if you make it home than if you disappear." "How do I do that?" "Whoever you're with has to know that somebody else knows he was with you." "You mean like having him tell my mom who he is before I go somewhere with him? Even if I found somebody stupid enough to do that, what is he going to tell her when she asks where we're going and what we're going to do there?" "Not like that, you have to be more like an undercover cop or maybe a spy, where the people around you only know what they have to. Your mom knows you're playing in the park. As long as you aren't causing trouble that's all she needs to know. She doesn't even want to know what you're doing every minute of every day. All a pervert needs to know is that you'll go with him and that somebody knows who he is and where to find him if you don't come back. All your lookout needs to know is who you're with. Where you go and what you do there is your own business." "Would you be my lookout? At least until I get the hang of how it works?" "Well, a lookout really shouldn't know what you're doing, just who you're with, but I suppose we could try it and see how it works." Instead of a bench near the playground I picked a fallen log right at the edge of the woods. My hands were shaking so I picked up a stick and started poking at the grass with it. There was an older guy sitting next to me so fast it was creepy, like there was a whole bunch of them just waiting for me to move away from the other kids. "Hi, I'm Matt." "My friends call me Red." "Are you with somebody?" "Sort of. That old guy over there kind of looks out for me. Do you like to explore? There are some really neat places out away from the trails but he says it isn't safe for me to explore alone." "Wouldn't he worry about you taking off with somebody you just met?" "Maybe...enough to start looking if I don't come back. All he needs to know is that I'm not alone and who I'm with. C'mon, you'll see." I didn't exactly drag him over to Fred. The guy was taller than me and twice as heavy. We still got there a little quicker than he wanted to. "This is Matt. He'll go exploring with me if it's OK. I need to stop at the bathroom first. Back in a minute." It took a little more than a minute but not much. Matt was waiting outside the restroom. I knew exactly where I wanted to go, so as soon as Fred smiled and waved we headed for the trails. Matt groaned when he saw the 10mi sign on the one I picked until I grinned at him and told him the place I wanted to go was a lot closer. He groaned again when I turned off the trail just past the second mile marker, on the uphill side. He wasn't exactly fat but he must have been close to my dads age and wasn't used to keeping up with a twelve year old kid. The ridge wasn't very steep or high but the trail looped around the end instead of cutting across. On that end was a wide pit several feet deep. If you looked over the edge you could see a couple miles of trail but if you ducked you were completely hidden. "Isn't this neat? My dad says the army reserve used to play war games out here years ago. When I told him about this place he called it an observation post where soldiers would watch the trail and report back to headquarters." Matt came up beside me and put an arm around my shoulders. Nothing rough but I could tell it would take a real effort to pull away from him. "So Red, do you ever do more than exploring out here?" "I'm not supposed to tell, but I think you already know. Promise you won't tell anybody?" "Our secret. Honest!" "Everybody knows how old guys like you want to do sex stuff with pretty young girls. You know that some of them like really young girls, kids my age or even younger?" "Yeah." "And you know how sometimes if a pervert wants to do sex really bad and the girl doesn't, he'll make her do it anyway?" "Yeah, sometimes." "Well, sometimes the kid isn't a girl. Then it gets all mixed up and scary and really, really, embarrassing. If I had to pick between playing softball with some friends, or going somewhere private with a girl and trying to get her to make out, I'd be with the girl. But I don't know any girls. I don't have any friends. I can't even find another kid who wants to explore, just old guys who want to make me do stuff." "What kind of stuff?" "YOU know...sex stuff. Weird sex stuff. I'm not a homo. Why do men want to do that to me?" "Well Red, I can't say for sure why any other guy does it." His free hand was unbuttoning my shirt. "Maybe he doesn't want the grown up queers spreading rumors that he isn't as straight as everyone thinks." When he finished the shirt buttons his hand was rubbing my stomach and dipping down inside my pants. We could see people on the trail but even if they looked in the right direction all they'd see is my head and a little more than that of the guy standing next to me. He kept talking while he played with me. "Maybe the pervert is married and thinks that as long as he isn't doing some other woman he isn't really cheating on his wife. Maybe he remembers when he was your age, and he was way too embarrassed to tell anyone what the 'nice old gentleman' next door was doing to him. You know kid, if that old fart got half as much pleasure out of fucking me that I'll have fucking you, I can almost forgive him for making me his bitch." "His bitch?" "Yeah. That perv had me any way he wanted, whenever he felt like it. I don't know if he was just totally horny or if he maybe wanted to get caught. After a while it's like he wasn't even trying to keep it a secret. I'd see the neighbors watching me come and go and they'd look away quick when they saw I'd noticed them watching. Like, everyone was pretending I wasn't really going to *that* house. He had a daughter, not a kid, a woman my mom's age or even older who would come over to do laundry and cleaning. I'd see her watching him take me out to the garage or down in the basement and I'd start to blush. Then she'd get really interested in whatever she was doing and pretend she didn't see us. After a while I think my mom knew. He would call while I was out playing and tell her there was some chore I'd agreed to do then forgotten about. He'd ask her to send me over no matter how late I got in so I'd learn about being responsible. I learned all about being responsible from the look on her face as she sent me over to get raped by that pervert instead of doing something to stop it." "If you didn't want to do it why didn't you tell?" "At first I was too embarrassed. I didn't want everyone to know some pervert was fucking me. Later I didn't want them to know how long he'd been doing it. I wasn't even twelve when it started and I was almost old enough to drive when he croaked from a heart attack. If he only averaged once a week he must have had me a couple hundred times. It might have been twice that. Some weeks he had me almost every day. Sometimes he'd leave me alone for more than a week, then make me do it three or four times in one day. After a while it got to be like doing a chore, not fun but nothing to get upset about. It wasn't even that embarrassing as long as it was just me and him. I'd have died if anyone else found out." I sort of shivered then. He must have thought it was because he'd undone my denims and slipped his fingers into my skivvies. To be honest, that did have a lot to do with it. The other part was thinking about the kid in that restroom. I still couldn't see myself in his place, letting a room full of perverts take turns. Letting ONE pervert, maybe even this one, do it any time he wanted to was something I could imagine. In fact, by the time my shirt was somewhere behind me and the rest of my clothes were bunched around my ankles the idea of being his bitch was getting pretty hard to avoid. "So kid, you got any lube? I wasn't exactly looking for this when I left the house so I didn't bring any with me." "No. I, uh, guess you'll have to do it in my mouth. I mean, even with lube it hurts. I couldn't do it without anything." "You just need to know how. Bend forward a little and pull your butt cheeks apart." With one hand on the back of my neck and his other taking a firm grip on my crotch I didn't have much choice. Then he moved around behind me but before I could panic he dropped to his knees and slipped his tongue between my cheeks. The way my dick started to swell as he drilled the tip of his hot wet tongue into my pucker, it was almost like he was pushing it up the inside of my cock. Standing up his hand returned to the back of my neck but it was only to guide my head towards his own hardon. Again and again he spit on the fingers of his free hand then transferred the wetness to my ass while I frantically gobbled his knob, hoping to get him off before he got behind me again. The good news is he was almost ready to pop when he pulled out of my mouth. The down side is that I don't believe *his* dick ever got bigger than it was right then. I never saw him pick up my shirt and tie a knot in it, but when I opened my mouth to beg him one more time not to do it that way the knot was forced between my teeth and the shirt tied behind my head. Then he trapped both of my arms in a one armed hug from behind while using his free hand to guide his dick into my ass. I struggled, cried, begged, even screamed but the gag muffled my efforts so well somebody twenty feet away probably wouldn't have heard me. My eyes must have bulged bigger than the knot in my mouth when he first shoved his dick up inside me. The strange thing is that it wasn't from the pain. Look, it hurt, and I'm not talking any of this, "hurt at first then started to feel good", bullshit either. The best it got was really uncomfortable and right at first it HURT! But it's like there was something else going on too. I was on the edge of total panic before it really started then as he shoved it all the way in I remember thinking like, "Oh, hey, I can handle this if it doesn't get any worse." It didn't. It stayed right on the edge of what I could deal with. I don't know if the physical pain actually eased off some, or I just got used to it hurting that bad. Whatever, when the pain itself was no longer my whole world the emotional side of it swelled to take up the slack. It's hard to explain. Maybe I shouldn't even try. It's just that everything I'd done up to then had seemed like a really big deal... while it was happening. I let this guy do that, or those guys made me do things, or that other pervert made me do it. Even the lead up to this was part of that other stuff. Only now it was different. What Matt did to me made everything before it seem like some kind of little kid game. It wasn't just rape. Others had done that, even made me cum while they did it. He didn't say or do anything special. It was..., knowing. For the first time I was aware of all sorts of things. Most of them things I didn't want to know. Even while I struggled and tried to plead with him past the gag I knew that nobody had forced me to come here. Knowing this would happen wouldn't have stopped me from going with him. If he'd been in a little less of a hurry he could have talked me into gagging myself instead of forcing the knot into my mouth. Being unable to yell for help scared me less than the idea of somebody seeing me like this. I wasn't even crying so hard over what he was doing right then. What was really tearing me up was knowing this was only the beginning. This first attack would be over soon. I don't think it took more than a couple minutes though it seemed longer at the time. Then, in a few days, maybe a week, he'd tell me to be somewhere, and I would go there. From now on I'd be his own private version of the kid in that restroom. It wasn't until much later that I fully understood. There was another reason I struggled so hard. Deep down I must have known right from that first time that it wouldn't stay private. If I was being taken, there wasn't much I could do about limiting when or where. Matt would be careful. After all he didn't want to get busted either. Sooner or later though, there'd be a mistake or we'd just get unlucky. Sure, the old judge already knew what sort of stuff he was doing to me. Four other perverts knew for certain I wasn't a virgin. This was a turning point. Up until then I was worried about getting caught. Afterwards I worried about how soon and how bad. As it turned out, I didn't have to wait long. I felt him cum in my ass and thought it was over. I wish! He kept his softening dick in my ass while his breathing slowed and he removed the gag. Eventually it slipped out and he let me get dressed. We started back up the trail as he spelled out the way things would be. "That's a pretty good spot Red, but too public and too far to walk for a quickie. You need to stop at my place before you go home. I'm self employed but I usually schedule my jobs early so I'm free after noon." It turned out Matt's place was on the next block over and about a block and a half down. I couldn't quite see his house from my bedroom window but our back yards were on the same alley. The two car garage held his wifes car and a half completed hot rod he was working on in his free moments. His wife was doing dishes when he led me into the kitchen and pulled a cold soda and a beer out of the fridge. We hadn't actually been introduced when she told me to wait a minute as Matt started back out to the garage. "It doesn't matter what my name is because you're never going to call me anything but ma'am. I heard Matt call you Red when he asked you in. That will work well enough for whatever I have to say to you. Get clear on one thing right now, he's my husband, to have and to hold 'til death do us part. He knows full well that he's dead if I ever catch him with another woman. That's not a problem for him because he only goes outside our marriage for things no decent woman will do. "That brings us to the second thing. Even if this state allowed a wife to testify against her husband in a criminal case I wouldn't be eager to drag the family name through the sewer. I won't turn him in. If I have to I'll cover for him. If you go to the cops it will be the word of two adults against yours. "Finally, this is my home as well as his. I won't go pussy footing around or allow parts of it to be placed off limits. If I need to get some canned goods out of the basement or my car out of the garage I'm going to do it. If that means walking in on the pair of you in the middle of some disgusting perversion, well, that's just too bad. You're not the first. This isn't anything new. I no longer find it very shocking. In the right context some of it is actually amusing. Our daughter is so entertained by his antics she actually looks for opportunities to walk in on him. Now get out of my kitchen and try to stay out of my way." Well, that didn't put an end to me hanging around the park. I still went there to girl watch and play. I'd even talk to the judge now and then. The active part of my sex life had moved away from there. It would eventually return, at least occasionally, but that's a different story.

Author: Lizard69 Title: Girlfriends Part: Part 3 Keywords: Mb, Mdom, Fdom, Humil. Summary: Is there a mother anywhere that can resist the urge to run her kids life? This is a work of fiction. If you have trouble with the boundary between fact and fantasy, don't read it. If the story codes following the title freak you out, don't read it. If I mis-coded drop me a note through the author email link at ASSTR. Do not under any circumstances forward this file to anyone that hasn't specifically requested it. In case you haven't figured it out yet this is intended as *adult* entertainment. Do not allow it to be accessed by minors. If you have inadvertently downloaded it in a jurisdiction where such material isn't legal please delete it immediately. Do not re-post in whole or in part without this notice. Do not repost on any "for profit" site without my specific written permission. Copyright 2012 by Lizard69. Girlfriends Part 3 (Mb, Fdom, Mdom) Bob nearly ran into him as Timmy froze inside the door to the kennel supply area. "You're kidding right? You don't really expect me to *wear* that?" Laid out in front of Timmy was a plain white blouse, cut for somebody as flat chested as a boy, but still obviously girl clothes, not a shirt. With it was a pleated grey skirt, nearly knee length, real clothing, not some micro mini. Completing the set were knee socks and a pair of heels, only a couple inches, lower than some cowboy boots. "Why not, Sport? Fucking a cute little tomboy is fun, but if we're pretending that I'm making a nice girl do stuff, dressing you up like a nice girl is a good start, isn't it?" "I guess... At least there isn't any girls underwear." "Yeah. Well. I wasn't sure what to buy. A nice girl wouldn't be wearing the skimpy lace porno stuff even if she was fucking some guy. Unless maybe making her wear it was part of what he was doing to her. For now I figure it's just as hot, maybe hotter, if you're not wearing anything underneath." "Oh..." Bob thought it was cute when Timmy reached for his belt buckle then, blushing, gathered up the clothes and ducked into the bathroom. Not nearly as cute though, as when *she* came back out. He knew he was looking at a boy in drag but it could just as easily have been a tomboy in unfamiliar, "girl", clothes. The tomboy would be just as awkward and nervous. Bob had to smile as he pursued the thought a little further. The girl would be uncomfortable at the idea of men seeing her as a potential sex partner. Timmy certainly didn't have *that* problem. "Wow. Come over here by the grooming station. It isn't a full length mirror but it will give you a better idea what I'm looking at." If Bob hadn't already been about as hard as he could get, Timmy's reaction to his mirror image would have got him there. An initial cringe, slowly replaced by fascination, before he softly muttered, "I'm gonna get sooo raped." "Uh-huh, but there's no hurry. Right now I'm kind of surprised by how much of a kick I'm getting out of just looking at you. You're so damn cute. You could walk down the street like this and people would notice you but only as a cute kid. Some of the guys would think something like, 'She's gonna be really hot in a couple of years'. A few pervo's would be thinking, 'I'd play with that'." "Duh, I *guess*, at least until they found out I was a boy." "That wouldn't matter as much as you think. A couple years from now when you're jail bait, they'll care. The pervs who like young kids are looking for a cute face and a tight hole. If there's a dick too... the straights will figure it's not really gay because they didn't bend you over intending to fuck a *boy*. The rest will get a bigger kick out of it. Timmy started to tremble with anticipation and maybe a little fear, as Bob lowered his right hand and slipped it under the edge of the skirt. "Your thighs are so soft and silky, just like a young girl. And you have such a pretty little bubble butt under that skirt. Your hardon poking the front out like a tent only makes it a little more nasty. You're as hot as I am at the thought of a horny pervert raping such a sweet young girl. This time you don't just get to be the girl, you get to watch. Did you get ready for me while you were changing? Is your tight little hole greased up all nice and slippery?" "No... I..." "You like it when I do that too? It's fun sometimes. I don't always have a hardon and it doesn't always last as long as I'd like. Not when I have somebody as cute as you to stick it in. Fingers are different. Any time, anywhere, they're always ready. Sometimes I'm willing to delay my own pleasure to watch you squirm while I'm invading your most personal, private, place. It's fun by itself and watching you blush as you think about what it's leading up to is even better. "Today is special. That pretty little girl in the mirror is so different from what you usually see it's easy to pretend that it's not really you. At the same time you have total control over what she does and will feel everything I do to her. Reach behind you and lift the back of her skirt. Show me that she's not wearing any panties. Oh yeah, now spread her ankles... farther... That's it. Get a grip on her naked ass cheeks. Don't let her skirt drop. Open her up. Let me see her little pink ass hole. "Bend over and rest your chest on the grooming station. That's it, only get a little sideways so you can turn your head and watch the mirror. You'll see more than if we're straight on and your neck won't get tired. I've got nothing against pulling your hair to make you look at things you'd rather not see, but this is going to take a while and I don't want to hold your head up that long. "Ohhh yeah! I love that involuntary flinch at the first touch of a greasy finger on your tight little pucker. It only takes an instant for you to relax and accept what you can't avoid, but for that first tiny moment your body knows what's coming and tries to get away. "Maybe it's more than your body reacting. Sexual preference can be hard to pin down but you're still mostly straight. Being used this way can't be easy for you no matter how much pleasure you get from being my horny little fuck toy. I don't care how deep you get into being the girl, that's not a clit dangling between your thighs. Does that thick greasy finger feel good in your ass? "Yyes. I, uh, I think I could handle two." "I know it. You have before. If that's really what you want I'll do it. And when I have you all nice and loose and slippery, I'll pull them out and ram my cock into you. I'll rape my pretty little slut, hard, hot and nasty. I'll make you lick me clean and suck me 'til I'm ready to go again. Then I'll fuck you 'til you can't hardly walk and slap a piece of duct tape on your asshole to keep you from leaking on my seats while I haul you home to mommy. Or... we could go with plan B. "What's that?" "I pull this single finger and finish opening you up with my dick. We can watch together the reflection of my hot little girlfriend as that awful rapist slowly burrows his dick into her ass. You can watch my expressions of pleasure as I keep working it, fast enough to keep me hard but slow enough to keep from cumming. We'll stop and start. We'll change positions. If I go slow and easy, with plenty of lube, I can force this sweet little girly boy to serve a pervert *all* afternoon. By the time I get you home, your mom will take one look at you and wonder if she still has a son." "Oh God! Please..." "What'll it be sport?" "Puh.. Plan B." ***** Mary was rinsing some vegetables for dinner that Friday when she looked out the window as the van pulled up to the curb and Timmy climbed out. She didn't have to be psychic, she didn't even need, "mothers intuition", to see that something was drastically wrong. A month ago she would have dropped everything and met her son at the door frantically seeking an explanation. Today her heart still went out to him. Her eyes teared up until she had to quit peeling carrots or risk peeling a knuckle instead, but she didn't come running. As much as she wanted to, she knew now that her only chance to stay connected with her son was to wait for him to bring his troubles to her. She heard the shower start and stop, then the door to Timmy's room close. Telling herself it wasn't really snooping, she checked the laundry hamper and found a blouse and skirt she'd never seen before tossed in with the clothes her son had been wearing this morning. She wasn't as dazed as her son when she returned to the kitchen, but she had some idea why he was. At least once during her teen years a skirt with similar stains had been part of her own laundry. Never so *many* stains, but then in her case there had been only one penis involved. All she could do is continue fixing dinner and hope that in this case it wasn't any more than two. She had to threaten to come in and drag him out of his room before he would join her for dinner. His appetite wasn't very heavy but after he realized she didn't intend to interrogate him he managed to relax enough to eat. It wasn't until she was occupied with cleanup that she found out what was on his mind. "Uh, mom? Can I ask you something kind of personal?" "Always hon, I may not give you an answer, but if I don't I'll at least tell you why I don't think you need to know." "When you started doing stuff with boys, did you ever do something that you felt kind of strange about... afterwards?" "Timmy, there are things I did then that I *still* feel kind of strange about, but don't expect me to give you a list. Some of it I didn't even tell my girl friends." "Oh... Today... At the kennel, Bob asked me to wear girl clothes." "I know. The skirt is soaking. I didn't want the stains to set." "Yeah, well, I guess you know then that we, uh, did it. You know, like I was a girl." "Yes hon. From the condition of your clothes I would guess it was more than once." "Uh, mom, you know how sometimes when a guy is doing stuff, he doesn't want it to be over all at once? Sometimes he'll kind of back off for while and cool down before he gets going again?" "Uh-huh, it's called edging or edge play." "Yeah, well, after I dressed up he had me get in front of this mirror. That's when things went from strange to seriously super strange. It's like I was watching Bob rape this really cute girl. Part of me felt sorry for her because she had to do that stuff with this horny pervert guy. At the same time I was watching her and getting so horny I wanted to rape her myself, not like beat her up and shove it in, just, like, it's my turn now. Only I couldn't, because the girl in the mirror had my face. It was already my turn. He was doing it to me. But it still looked like he was doing it to somebody else and I was getting so hot watching that I... Well I..." Timmy ground to a halt, blushing furiously. As she slowly grasped what he was trying to say Mary felt her own cheeks begin to heat. It got even worse when she recalled the hopelessly inadequate version of, "the talk", she had researched and rehearsed for the day when she thought he was ready. Now he needed advice and his experiences were so far beyond anything she had imagined that she had absolutely no idea what to tell him. "Hon, I, Uh, I'm not sure what to tell you. How... well, how do you feel about it?" "Sick, and creepy, and scared, and excited, and uh, even a little horny, all mixed up." "Well, that much I can understand. I'd be really worried right now if you thought you had it all sorted out. When you were little I spent a lot of time thinking about the things you would face growing up and trying to stay at least one jump ahead of you. It wasn't too hard at first and I got better with practice. As you got older it was much harder to guess which way and how for you'd jump. You're a person, not a project. The books and articles talk about, "normal range", of behaviors. They rarely mention the normal ranges of parental behavior and how kids are supposed to cope with it. "I'll have to do some research before I can decide how to deal with your latest revelations. I'm discovering my son is a square peg. I'm not going to try to whittle off the rough edges and hammer you into a round hole just so *I* can have the satisfaction of saying you're, 'normal'. Not if it also means you're completely miserable. On the other hand, I'm not about to let you run wild because I'm afraid of stunting your development. There are some sorts of development that can and should be stunted as thoroughly as possible. For now I believe the best we can do is let it settle a bit and take it from there." Mary left him flipping through the channels looking for something to take his mind off the days events. The phone in her bedroom might have been a better choice but the one in the kitchen was closer and she didn't know how much time she had. When her office number rolled over to voice mail she thought she'd missed him, until she recalled him mentioning he never picked up the main phone. She rarely had to call him, never from outside the office, but a notebook in her purse had his extension. He picked up on the second ring. "Eye Tee, how can I amuse and confuse you?" "Harold? It's Mary. Do you remember that non-business matter we discussed a while back?" "Nope. I've completely forgotten it, along with my home phone number, SSN, and the administrative password for the network server. Yes, I'm pulling your leg. It's my way of telling you that as far as anyone else is concerned the answer would be, 'what discussion?'. So, how is your problem child?" "Rapidly becoming more of a problem and less of a child. Were you planning to be in the office tomorrow?" "I hadn't planned on it. Is there some reason we have to meet here? I sometimes get the feeling I live in this place." "I don't suppose it actually has to be there. I need internet access to do some research. It's the sort of research I'd prefer not to do from an account that has my name linked to it." "Oh..." "Harold? Are you still there?" "Ms Anderson, before you say anything else, I'd like to remind you that all public phone lines coming into this office are recorded and periodically monitored for quality assurance purposes. Further, there are strict policy guidelines in place regarding exactly how the company resources including internet access and paid employee hours may be used. With that understood, let me also say that I'm a salaried employee. As long as I meet the obligations of my job description, I'm free to exceed them by offering to help other employees with their personally owned hardware. If you'd care to bring your laptop into my work area tomorrow, say around ten?, I'd be happy to help you configure it for any sort of specialized research you're planning." "Thanks Harold. I have to drop Timmy at the kennel but should have plenty of time to get there by ten." It was nine the next morning when Mary pulled into the kennel parking lot just as an elderly woman finished unlocking the buildings front door. Before either of them could get out of the car she strolled over and introduced herself as Ingrid Nordstrom, the owners wife. "If this is Timmy, you must be Mrs. Anderson. We're back a little early. If you have a few minutes we need to talk. Timmy? Bob no longer works here. My husband Lars it tending to the dogs. Would you give him a hand, please? After I've talked to your mom we can discuss whether you would like to continue helping out." As he headed for the pens, Ingrid invited Mary into the office. "This will be easier if you sit over here where you can see my computer screen." The screen was split into a half dozen images showing several views of the premises. As they watched Timmy move across the one showing the supply storage room, Ingrid moved the cursor and clicked. That view enlarged to fill the screen as the prior image shrank to an icon in a lower corner with one segment highlighted. "Bob came to us with good references and spent several weeks getting to know our operation before we felt comfortable taking time off. It's been our first real vacation since our kids got old enough to start families of their own. Even with the references and training we wouldn't have left if our eldest daughter hadn't set up an encrypted link to the server here. We've been able to check in and observe how things were going at any time. Notice I said *able*. Obviously if we wanted to spend all our time watching the kennel there would have been no need to travel anywhere. While we told Bob that friends would be making random checks we did not tell him that everything happening here was being recorded. Perhaps that was a mistake. "Yesterday afternoon I logged on in time to watch certain events I'd prefer not to describe. My husband and I were on the next flight home. After informing Bob that he had the weekend off and we'd discuss longer term arrangements on Monday, I came in here and scanned the security videos for earlier episodes of similar activity. Regrettably, I found several." She opened a desk drawer and handed Mary a case containing an unlabeled DVD. "All of the incidents have been copied to this disk, deleted from the server drives, and the blank spots overwritten so nothing can be recovered. I will cooperate fully with any police investigation but prefer to keep our business separated from that. My husband has not seen these videos and I wish I hadn't either. "Your son is welcome here. In fact my husband plans to offer him a paid position part time, pending your approval. Please let me know your decision on that and your plans regarding other matters as soon as you can." Having made as graceful an exit as the circumstances permitted, Mary drove to the office. She had been a little worried that some other employee would be catching up on loose ends, but her car and Harold's were the only ones in the lot. She couldn't help a tiny smile as she entered the over sized closet the company alloted the IT department. "You'd better hope none of the other people drive past Harold. If they know we're here alone together it might start some new rumors." His face split in a rare grin as he replied. "Ah, the IT queer and the company cougar, a match made in gossip mongers heaven! I recognize the laptop bag but what's that in your hand?" "I'm told it contains security camera video files. While the lady who gave it to me stopped short of an explicit description, she offered to cooperate fully with the police if I decide to make a formal complaint. From that I'd guess it shows Bob engaged in conduct for which he could be prosecuted. The only reason I can think of that she would give it to me instead of going to the police directly is that he's engaging in these acts with my son." "Oh shit!" "Uh-huh, and it goes downhill from there. From the time frame and her determined avoidance of any mention of what was happening, it includes events Timmy wanted to discuss last night. If so, the plastic itself should be rotting away as we watch. The material really must be indestructible." "That bad?" "I don't know. I won't know until I watch this, and I can't. Yes, I've seen some of what they do together when I accidentally walked in on them. If I had known what was going on I would have been literally incapable of forcing myself to walk in on that. If it were anybody else's child that wouldn't matter. But we're talking about *my* son. His reputation, his health, his entire LIFE may be on the line if I'm too squeamish to confront the situation." "Well, how do you intend to handle it?" "You're going to think I'm some kind of monster. Last night, after he went to sleep, I went online looking for advice. I guess some of my queries were broad enough that they included the sort of search terms used by people seeking this material. The occasional image that came up was less upsetting than I expected. The huge volume of warnings about using a personal computer to download such material frightened me away before I'd seen very much. I realize this is a lot to ask, but could you help me find some of this material without risking a jail term?" "I'll... Be... Damned!! You had me so fooled. All your talk about tolerance, that live and let live thing. You're just a higher grade of basher!" "What on earth are you talking about!?" "You decide you need access to child porn. What's the first thing you do? Pick up the phone and call the gay guy. Like it's just automatic that anyone who's left hand drive is also a baby raping scum ball. If you'd been looking for little girls would you still have called me, or would you have got on the horn to the chair of the PTA?" Mary blushed and wouldn't meet his gaze but she quietly continued. "I guess I deserve some of that, but not all. I had a computer question. So I called the only guy I know who is more knowledgeable about computer systems than I am about my own son. I don't want to look at this stuff anymore than you do, but I think I can handle looking at somebody else's kid. After I've had some time to get used to it, I'm pretty sure I can talk with Timmy about his own situation without choking. Maybe. Right now I'm not even certain that you won't turn me in." Staring hard at her for a long minute, he finally relaxed venturing a slightly queasy smile of his own. "Ok, I'll buy that. I'm sorry I went off on you but due to both my profession and preferences it's sort of a hot button topic. "There is a small but growing segment of the internet called the deep web, or the underweb. It's composed of a network of sites that end in ,"onion", rather than com or net. Obviously ordinary DNS servers won't resolve these addresses. They're accessible only through the onion router, and known as the TOR network. It serves a useful, even vital purpose. If you're a journalist in a country where censorship begins with having your eyelids snipped off, so you have to watch while the authorities make an example out of you, posting your stuff where they can discover your identity by leaning on your ISP is a very bad idea. If you've spent two years on suicide watch in a military prison because you leaked proof your government was engaged in war crimes, you begin to suspect there was a better way to forward the information. Child porn is the rallying cry but there's loads of information most governments don't want the sheep to have. "I could set your laptop up for TOR browsing but it's not a good idea. You do NOT want any of this stuff on a system you also use for work. Instead I'll set you up with a Tails CD." "A what?" "Tails, The Amnesic Incognito Live System. Remember when you first wanted to use your laptop for work, you had to bring it in here so I could go over it?" "Yes, but I still don't understand everything you told me about what you did to it." "And you still don't need to. The two most important things were to get rid of snoop ware that was sharing information you didn't want to share, and to encrypt your hard drive. That way if your laptop grows legs, they might be able to get it going with a format and reload but we won't have confidential business information out in the wild. If you boot off of the tails CD and store whatever you wish to keep on an encrypted memory stick you'll go a long way towards keeping your ass out of jail. While I'm burning a Tails disk for you I'll set up an encrypted stick and copy the contents of this DVD to it. Honestly, if it contains what you think it does I'll feel a lot more comfortable if it hits the shredder before it has a chance to get mistaken for something else. "I'll give you the addresses of a couple of link pages. You can start your search there. A couple of other tips, even with TOR don't connect from an address tied to your name. Don't connect where some passing stranger might be able to look over your shoulder. Find a private place where you can reach a public WiFi hot spot. Register at a hotel after looking for a room where you can reach the open WiFi of the business next door. If you need a technical or biological question answered I'll try to help, but would prefer you find answers through your own research and save asking me as a last resort. Deal?" "Deal! Uh, Harold? Are all IT nerds this sneaky?" "Only the good ones. I suspect a fair percentage of us are frustrated secret agent wannabes. We may not have the looks or wardrobe. We certainly don't get the hot chicks. But we have a lot better idea which direction the bad guys are going to come from." When Harold saw her at work on Monday he got the distinct impression Mary hadn't spent much of the weekend sleeping. His suspicions were confirmed when she sought him out after the last of her coworkers had left for the day. "Harold, I owe you an apology. I had no idea of the sort of material that is being circulated. If you thought I believed you were one of the people creating and distributing that filth, you had every right to be angry with me. Some of the worst seems to be coming from a couple of, 'members only', sites. I say, 'seems', because it is impossible to browse those sites without becoming a member. Any members that repost in other venues are immediately locked out. A few, very few, images and preview clips that are heavily watermarked are out as teasers to recruit new members. They are quite obviously samples from larger photo sets or videos. While I suspect these sites contain the exact images I'm seeking, I can't figure out how to become a member. They require uploading content flagged for administrative inspection and approval. Can you enlighten me?" "Yes, but you aren't going to like it. For their own protection these member sites try to keep law enforcement from becoming members. They also try to have content that will attract the members they want. The easiest way to kill two birds with one stone is to require potential members to upload new, original, content. Sort of a, 'you don't see ours until you show us yours', thing. While police have access to huge libraries of smut they don't have original content. If they do have something unique it's probably evidence in a current investigation. No law enforcement agency is going to authorize uploading any file that isn't already in wide circulation. The heat they would take if a victim accused them of acting like co-conspirators would destroy any positive PR they'd get from busting a pack of pedophiles. Have you examined the security camera video yet?" "I still haven't worked up the nerve." "I don't know the sites you're referring to but it's a safe bet that if you want to download content similar to what you're holding, uploading some of what you have would get you the access you seek." Mary went pale at the thought. "You can't be serious!" "I didn't say it would be a good idea. I certainly didn't suggest that you should. If Timmy found out you had done something like that without even consulting him, he'd probably strangle you. I doubt if a jury would convict him either. I'm simply stating that you have the price of admission if you ever decide it's a price you're willing to pay. Maybe you should ask him. Sooner or later he needs to know you have those videos even if you never manage to watch them. He might even pick a couple of the milder vids and give you permission to upload them if he believes having access to the board will help you deal with his situation. He might want to see what's on there himself. He's got to be feeling like some, 'one of a kind', kid right now." "I hadn't thought of that. Thanks... I think." Later that week the last of the office crowd had logged off and Harold started the install script for the first of the software upgrades. It was rare for any of the regular crew to work late on Friday and by starting early he had the whole weekend to hammer out any glitches. The script would run for some time and he'd picked up a magazine when he heard a tap at his office door. He couldn't help smiling when he saw that it was Mary. Anything she wanted to talk about had to be more interesting than Technology Review. "So, how's pedomom doing?" "Please don't say that, not even as a joke. There's CP uploaded by somebody using that alias. I have no idea if they're actually a mother or even female, and don't care." "Sorry. Did you find out what you wanted to know?" "I found out more than I wanted to know in the first ten minutes. I kept looking anyway. There seems to be a pattern, like different levels or niches of this stuff. Some of it is totally heartbreaking. Anything involving very young children or physical force is... I wish I could scrub my eyeballs. The older kids, mid to late teens, are so cute that I don't think it should be illegal as long as it's kids circulating the stuff amongst themselves. The thought of horny old pervs watching and masturbating is, well, icky. Of the stuff in Timmy's age group there seems to be a lot more boys than girls. Much of it is boys experimenting. I'd planned to cover that with Timmy when I had 'the talk'. From what I've read it isn't unusual though I'm amazed at the number of kids making videos. If you narrow the field to kids his age having some form of intercourse with an adult, the ratio becomes even more skewed. I didn't make an actual count but the impression I got was somewhere between ten and twenty boy vids for every one featuring a man and girl. "Of the hard core boy vids a few are still experimentation though obviously more advanced. A few are forced or less blatantly coerced. The majority appear to be more or less consensual. I'd like to ask you a rather embarrassing question." "You can ask. I may tell you the answer is none of your damned business but I won't bite your head off just for asking." "I'm not sure exactly how to say this. I don't want to be crude. Of the boys in these videos, both Timmy's age and older, there didn't seem to be anything romantic. I guess what they were doing was evidence of some sort of relationship, but none of them seemed to be making love. They were just... fucking. I realize you're not some kind of expert on sex with underage boys. I was wondering if it was my own bias reading what I wanted to believe into the images, or if young men actually, uh, couple that casually." "Very perceptive. I'm starting to understand why you wanted to see others before watching the vids of your own son. Young men, even boys, can fall in romantic love. It doesn't happen as often as it does to girls but it isn't unknown. However, the biological side of puberty is much stronger for boys. They are much more oriented towards physical sensation than deep feelings. Girls his age use sex to try to win an emotional commitment. Boys his age do whatever, 'relationship maintenance', they need to get sex. Things start to even out by the time everyone is into their twenties. Have you looked at the other videos yet?" "Yes. I finally worked up the nerve to look at the first one. Timmy wasn't thrilled to find out that they exist. He wasn't as upset as I thought he would be about me watching. For the record, yes it was consensual, though I had to ask him in order to be certain. There was no sound on the recording. And no, it wasn't exactly romantic. Not surprising really. From what he tells me that first video was actually his first time. If so he did better than me. At least his first experience resulted in an orgasm. Uh, more than one before they finished. "He didn't really pitch a fit until I suggested the possibility that I might want to show it to somebody. We tossed it back and forth for a while and, 'compromised', on what I actually wanted from the start. I've edited a five minute clip, cropping it down and blacking details that might identify people or place. While I no longer *need* to see one of those members only sites, the knowledge that it's there and I'm locked out is so aggravating I'm willing to take a chance. I know I'm asking a huge favor, and I'm not sure I'd want to know what you think of me right now, but would you view the clip and make sure it really is as anonymous as I believe it to be?" "You want me to look at child porn? A video of your *son*?" "I want to make sure that nobody *else* could possibly identify who or where he is from the clip, before I put it anywhere I'll lose control of it." "Well, when you put it that way I guess I could help you out, for his sake if not your own." "Thank you. Uh, if it isn't too much trouble, there's one other thing. If it's possible to tell from the video could you give me your impression of whether my son is straight or gay?" End Part 3

Publication of any and all trademarks contained herein are not authorized by, associated with, nor sponsored by the trademark owners. ~~~ Priceless by Stephanie Rose (The day that changed everything...) ~~~ "Hey, Jolene! Get your head outta the clouds and get your butt in gear! Come and get this order!" Jolene Conaway gripped her order pad tightly and headed toward the back counter. She cut her eyes at the heavyset man leaning through the partition to the kitchen. "Archie, them eggs ain't going nowhere," she said under her breath, "so what's the rush?" A rapidly balding Archie Dunbar wiped his hands on his stained apron and leaned over the back counter. "I heard you Jolene! If you don't like it, you know what you can do? You can walk, `cause I sure don't need no sassy waitresses in here!" Jolene grit her teeth as she snatched up the plate filled with runny eggs, greasy buttered toast and much-too-crisp bacon. Needing this week's paycheck to pay for her Grandmother's heart medicine, she bit her lip to keep from forming an even sharper retort. "Don't worry about him," Alice said as Archie ducked back into the kitchen. "He's just being a jackass as usual." For nearly a year after her high school graduation, she'd toiled at Archie's Diner with Alice, the second waitress, serving food with enough lard to make a person's arteries scream in submission. She also had to endure sore feet, low wages, even lower tips and Archie's alternating orders and come-ons. Though it was Friday morning, there was no TGIF anywhere in Jolene as she delivered the hot plate to the older sheriff in the booth next to the front door. The thought of another long shift on Saturday made her let out a deep sigh as she went back to retrieve the next order for his deputy. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized what her fate in life was actually turning out to be. She sighed again. "Why in the hell am I here?" ~~~ "Why in the hell am I here?" Eve Jessup sped along the highway as she again checked the GPS perched on the dashboard of her rental Lexus. She peered at the display. "Now I'm somewhere near Edgerrin, Tennessee?" The new Janet Jackson album in the CD changer and the air conditioning on full-blast, she drove even faster, trying to make it to Nashville before sundown. "I hope this trip is worth it," she mused as she turned up the volume. She looked out the window and admired the late morning sun shining in. "Of course, it's worth it," she smiled, remembering her mission, and went back to singing along with her favorite pop icon. Then her stomach rumbled. She sighed as she checked the GPS yet again. "I'm nearly lost and now I'm starving?" She gripped the steering wheel as she picked up speed again. "Fuck it. I'm stopping at the first food place I see." She drove a few miles until she saw a sign that said "Restaurants, Next Exit." She took the exit and found herself heading down a deserted road for what seemed like forever. Finally, she saw a large, yet rickety structure to the side of the road. "Archie's Diner?" she murmured, looking at the rusted sign on top. "Great." She parked in the gravel lot, cut off the radio and slowly got out. She drew in a breath as she looked at the forsaken building. She guessed that the deep slate gray on the building's concrete walls had long ago been white. The roof was leaning dangerously to one side and the front steps had several large chunks of concrete missing. While the inside door was shut, the outer wooden screen door, fully off of its hinges, lay propped up right next to it. "Oh, hell no," she said, shaking her head. "I'm not eating at this place." However, just as she was about to get back in her car, she glanced right next to the diner. She was surprised to see a good-sized plot of land off to its side. She walked over, took a second look, and was surprised even more. In the large space, were rows and rows of fresh fruits and vegetables planted in the rich soil. Eve's mouth began to water as she saw rows of fresh spinach, peas, green beans, cucumbers and plump tomatoes, alongside ripe, luscious strawberries and blueberries. To the side, she saw rows of lettuce, along with sweet potatoes and collard greens. In the back were several stalks of what looked like fresh, sweet corn. She grew giddy at all the fresh produce. Her hunger overtaking her, she went back to her car and got her briefcase and purse. "I guess I'll give this place a try," she said as she started up what was left of the steps. ~~~ Jolene heard the tinkle of the bell above the door and instinctively turned to see who walked in. She tilted her head at the striking black woman that strode inside and stopped at the front counter. The curvy woman wore a chic navy pantsuit, with four-inch navy and white stiletto heels. Her white silk blouse was opened to the middle button, showing just a hint of a lacy black bra. Her makeup, in pretty gold and bronze tones, had been skillfully applied and her nails were mid-length and decorated in an artful French manicure. She wore elegant, yet tasteful gold jewelry, had an expensive handbag slung over her shoulder and a matching briefcase in her hand. As she waited to be seated, she reached into her purse, pulled out her BlackBerry and began to tap on the keys. But more impressive than the woman's wardrobe and accoutrements was her natural beauty. Her dark mocha skin, smooth and luminous, gleamed in the intense heat. Her jet-black hair was cropped, leaving soft curls that kissed the nape of her neck. Her full, rounded breasts strained against her blouse and jacket. Her hips were curvy and her thighs were thick and luscious. The woman was elegant and graceful and had a businesslike quality that unearthed in Jolene a distinct sense of pride. Jolene felt her palms begin to sweat as she studied the beautiful woman. Quickly, she shoved her order pad in her apron pocket, wiped her hands on her skirt and went to the front counter. "Hi," Jolene said. "Welcome to Archie's. Can I get you a table?" The woman smiled with pretty white teeth, sending a jolt through Jolene. "That'd be nice," the woman said. "Thanks." "Follow me." Jolene scanned the room for Archie. Lucky for her, he was in deep in conversation with the sheriff and the deputy. She led the woman all the way to a small table at the opposite corner of the diner, right by the women's restroom, just out of his sight. "Is here okay?" Jolene asked, her heart beginning to pound at the woman's beauty. "Here's just fine," the woman said as she put her jacket onto the back of the chair. She set her briefcase and purse in the other chair and slid smoothly into her seat. Jolene stood there for a moment, lost in the woman's deep brown eyes. Then she snapped back to the present. "Well, let me get you a menu." The woman plucked a menu from the holder on the table. "Here's one here." "Oh yeah, right," Jolene said, her voice cracking with nerves. "Anyway, I'll be back to take your order shortly." "No need. I know what I want. I saw the fresh vegetables outside, so I want a salad." "A salad? Sure," Jolene said, taking out her pad and writing it down. "Yeah," the woman said, checking her watch. "It's a bit late for breakfast, so I'll have an early lunch, so a salad's fine." Then the woman grinned. "After that, however, I want a bacon cheeseburger and fries." "A salad, a bacon cheeseburger and an order of fries. Got it," Jolene smiled. "Coming right up." ~~~ Eve stared at the petite honey-brown young woman as she walked away, and was taken aback at her ravishing beauty. The girl looked to be in her early twenties and was slender and lean. Though her uniform was tattered at the edges, it was neat, clean and had been carefully ironed. She also noticed the girl's natural beauty. She had soft, honey-brown skin and no makeup, not that she needed it since her skin was clear and radiant. Her dark hair was done up in thin braids that had been pulled back into a long ponytail. Her uniform fit like a glove, hugging her slight curves. Her skirt was short, showing off lengthy, sturdy brown legs. She caught the girl's forlorn expression as she hustled around the counter, and back and forth to the kitchen. "You don't belong here," Eve mused as she watched the girl's hurried movements. Eve kept her eyes on the girl, oblivious to the rest of the diner. "Let's see where this goes," she said as she settled into her seat. ~~~ A few minutes later, Jolene came back with both a glass of ice water and a glass of sweet iced tea. She placed them gingerly on the table. "It's pretty hot outside, so here's a cool drink of water. Or sweet tea if you want it." Suddenly nervous at the attraction that was growing in her, she turned to leave. Eve spoke quickly, before Jolene had a chance to scurry away. "Thanks, but what's your name?" Eve asked. Jolene turned back around. "Huh?" "Your name. What's your name? You're not wearing a name tag." "Oh," Jolene said, embarrassed. "I usually wear one, but I couldn't find it this morning. Anyway, my name's Jolene." Eve smiled. "Jolene," she said, luxuriating in every syllable. That's a pretty name." "Thanks. It's Hebrew. It means `God will increase.'" She looked around at her modest circumstances. "I guess I'm still waiting on that one." Eve smirked. "Don't worry. I'm sure your time is coming. Anyway, my name's Eve." "Nice to meet you, Eve." Not wanting to break the contact, Jolene decided to try her luck. She looked into Eve's dark, sultry brown eyes again. "So...what brings you to town?" "I'm a producer. I'm here scouting a location for a TV show." Jolene's eyes grew wide. "Producer? You mean Hollywood?" Eve chuckled. "Yeah, Hollywood. You ever been there?" Jolene shook her head. "Never been out of Edgerrin. But I will someday." "Good for you. You seem like a bright young woman. You deserve to have everything you want in life." Jolene blushed. "Thanks." Then she paused. "That's the first time I ever heard someone say something like that to me. Besides my family, of course." Eve pointed in the direction of the garden. "What's with the vegetables outside? I seriously doubt that Archie's responsible for that. Was that you?" Jolene beamed. "Yep. That was my idea. No need of bein' in the country and not planting a few things." "Very smart. You like to garden?" "Yeah, and I'm a pretty good cook too. But he doesn't let me anywhere near the kitchen. But I guess that's okay. It's too hot back there anyway." "Archie?" Jolene motioned over to the overweight man. "Yeah, him. Anyway, I've been here a year, ever since graduation, and I haven't cooked yet." Eve paused. "Wait. So how old are you?" "Nineteen. Graduated from high school last year. You?" Eve laughed, surprised she'd missed Jolene's age by that much. She cringed at her true age, twenty-six. "Let's just say that I'm older than you. Significantly." Jolene laughed. Then she looked at Archie again. He was still occupied with the sheriff and the deputy. "Let me go get your order. I'll be right back." Jolene hurried into the kitchen and, conveniently disobeying Archie's orders, cooked Eve's meal herself. She used the utmost care, making the plate of food the best she'd ever prepared. Just as she was finished cooking, Alice sidled up next to her. "You know, you really don't belong here," she whispered. "You're much too good for this place." "Thanks," Jolene said softly. "Anyway," Alice said, nodding toward Eve, "you want me to keep ol' Archie busy while you finish entertainin' your...your lady friend?" Jolene nodded. "Please?" Alice picked up the phone, dialed quickly then waited. "Hey, Mona," she barked into the receiver. "Tell Bobby Lee and Billy Joe to get on down here to Archie's. The sheriff and his deputy are here and I wanna hear some more of them fishing stories they got there." Alice put her hand on the receiver. "That'll keep ol' Archie busy for a good little while," she whispered. "So go have fun!" Jolene smiled as she took the plates and brought them to Eve. She watched silently as Eve devoured the salad, then went right in for the cheeseburger. "This is great," Eve said between bites. "Tell the cook this is good." "I cooked it," Jolene said proudly. "I said I could cook, so there you go." "Thanks!" As Eve continued eating, Jolene suddenly wanted to know more about the mocha goddess in front of her. "So what do you do in Hollywood, again?" Jolene asked as she stood there, shifting from one foot to the other. "I produce a TV show for a cable network." Jolene was intrigued. "What kind of show?" Eve leaned in close. "I do a show for women." "Oh, like the Lifetime Channel." Eve smirked. "No, not quite." "Like what, then?" Eve's voice was curiously low. "Ever hear of The L Word?" Jolene blushed. "The show about the...um...girls?" "Yeah," Eve nodded, looking at her carefully. "The show about the girls." "Yeah, I've seen it." Then Jolene frowned. "Not a lot of sistahs on that show." "Not really," Eve smirked as she leaned back in her chair. She took a sip of water. "Then hopefully you watch my show, Pledges?" Jolene gasped. Then she looked around for Archie. Thankfully, he was still at the front entertaining the sheriff and the deputy. She slid into the chair across from Eve. "You do `Pledges'?" Jolene asked. "The show about the black sorority? I watch that show every week," she whispered excitedly. Eve laughed. "Yeah. So do a lot of people." "How does a show like that get on the air? You know it's about...um...you know." "Lesbians?" Eve winked. "Yeah, well, it started as an online series. You get the Internet out here?" "Yeah, but we don't have a computer. Cable's all we got." "We?" "Me and Grammie," Jolene answered, suddenly noticing the slight crinkle underneath Eve's eyes when she smiled. "Grammie? You mean, your grandmother?" "Yeah. She's seventy-one and just can't live alone." "What about your mom?" Eve asked. "She died a year ago," Jolene said softly, holding back her tears. "Cancer." Eve gasped. "I'm so sorry to hear that," she said as she reached out and took Jolene's hand. Though the pain of her mother's death shot through Jolene, as it always did, she was warmed by Eve's touch. Smiling, she decided to go with the warm feelings. "Tell me more about your show." "Well, I heard about an amazing black lesbian author named Stephanie Rose and I became a huge fan of all her short stories. When she wrote the Pledges online series, I immediately thought it'd make a great show for cable. I contacted her, and made her an offer she couldn't refuse. She wrote the scripts for us and we started production for an Internet show less than a year later. When the Internet series became a huge hit, we got picked up by the cable network, and it's been smooth sailing ever since." Eve's face fell a bit. "Trouble is, season one was a huge success. The best numbers for any show on that network, ever. But season two, which we're shooting in a few months, and I'm scouting locations for now, is in jeopardy." Jolene was confused. "Why's that?" "The network claims that our show costs too much," Eve said, looking sad. "It's bullshit, but it's hard trying to go up against such a huge machine like that network. We have tons of fans all over the world, and a huge online presence, but they don't want to pony up the extra money to make the next season even better. So now I'm here in Tennessee, looking to see if I can move the show here. I landed in Memphis a couple of days ago, and I've been looking at locations from there all the way to Nashville. I want to stay in Los Angeles, but it's so expensive to shoot there that I may have to sacrifice that." Jolene couldn't hide her feelings for this lovely and smart woman. "Well, if I had the money, I'd give it to you for your show." Eve's face softened. "That's such a nice thing to say." "I like to help people I care about." Then she blushed. The words had tumbled out before she could stop them. "You care about me?" Jolene couldn't answer that. "I also care about my Grammie," she said, deflecting the attention. "If I could afford it, I'd put her up in a really nice house. She loves the water, so I'd get her a house where she can see it every day." "And what about you?" Eve asked gently. "What would you do for you?" Jolene was struck that a perfect stranger was interested in her life. Thankfully, she'd already decided what she really wanted to do. In fact, thanks to her mom and Grammie's instruction, she'd known since the third grade. "I'd go to culinary school," she said proudly. "Culinary school?" Then Eve pointed to her empty plate, having wolfed down everything on it. "Well, you certainly have a natural talent! That food was excellent!" "Thanks!" Jolene blushed. "Mom and Grammie taught me everything I know!" "And you learned well. And after culinary school, then what?" "Then I'd start my own restaurant," she continued. "Right here in Tennessee." Jolene grinned, elated to finally tell someone other than a family member about her dreams. And that fact made her want to know even more about Eve. "So tell me more about this show," Jolene said. "The show about the...the..." "Lesbians?" Jolene looked down at her hands and noticed them trembling. Unable to speak, she just nodded. "You seem very interested in...lesbians?" Jolene turned a deep red. Is it that obvious? she wondered. Could she tell how hard I was looking at her? In the next moment, Jolene reached way down and got some backbone. "So are you if you're doing a TV show about them." Then she took a deep breath. "So are you a...a...well, you know?" Eve laughed. "You're pretty forward." Jolene blushed even harder. "Sorry." Eve placed her hand on Jolene's. "Well, today's your lucky day. I just happen to be a...well, you know." Jolene grew warmer at Eve's touch. "Really?" "Really." Eve stroked her hand. "And what about you? Are you a...well, you know?" Jolene gasped. Though she enjoyed the hot kisses she'd shared with GinaLynn Norwood in the stairwell between the third and fourth floors of their high school, that proved to be a one-time only event. And even though Gina never mentioned it again afterward, it didn't stop Jolene from dreaming about it every night since. She blushed as she thought about Gina's smooth, toffee-colored skin and soft lips and how much more she wanted to do to her if she had the chance. "Let me get you something for dessert," Jolene said, needing a reprieve from the erotic tension she felt. She took Eve's plate, got up and went to the counter to slice a piece of sweet potato pie. As she cut the slice, Jolene looked at the doorway. Archie was still trying to impress the sheriff. A few minutes later, she saw Alice open the door to let in the boys. In the next instant, she watched as Alice quietly and gently turned the Open sign to "Closed." Then Alice winked at her and went to sit with the men. Once they were occupied, Jolene went back to Eve's table and set down the small plate of dessert. She eyed Eve carefully, looking for some sort of sign of attraction. Eve lifted her eyes and caught Jolene's gaze. Almost immediately, Jolene sensed a camaraderie with this woman, and a deep sense of the companionship they could have. Jolene decided to test the waters. "I don't know much about...well, you know," she said in a low voice. "But there's a lot I want to learn." Then Jolene held her breath and waited. She didn't have to wait long. Eve looked her straight in the eye. "I could teach you." In an instant, Jolene made her move. "Come on," she said, hurrying from the other side of the table. She took Eve's hand and led her to the women's restroom. Once inside, she locked the door, pulled Eve close and planted a sizzling-hot kiss on Eve's lips. Every single one of Jolene's senses exploded at the sight, sound, touch, taste and feel of this beautiful woman. She closed her eyes, wrapping herself in the lustful moment, and moaned against Eve's soft lips. Her mouth was clean and fresh, but hot and steamy all at the same time and Jolene unabashedly took her tongue and slid it deep inside. "You're so bad, baby," Eve grinned when they caught their breath. "So, so bad!" Jolene wrapped her arms even tighter around Eve's waist, pressing her body full against her new lover. Eve's scent invaded Jolene's very being, and she reveled in the fresh rose fragrance. Their kisses grew in intensity and Jolene was enveloped in a heightened sense of sensuality and passion. Her head began to spin as she felt Eve's hands roaming all over her body, grasping, pulling and tugging at her clothes. "We need to take these off," Eve said, matter-of-factly. Taking control, Eve pushed her into the last stall and shut the door. Hold still," Eve said as she knelt before Jolene. Eve reached up, underneath Jolene's skirt, and pulled down her panties. "I'm keeping these," Eve chuckled as she tucked them into her pants pocket. Then she slid her hands up Jolene's thighs, until she cupped her full, taut ass. "Ohhh," Jolene sighed. Eve's touch was light, but sure, and Jolene's heart started to race. To Jolene's surprise, Eve pressed forward and placed her lips right on Jolene's pussy. "Mmmm," Eve moaned, as she stroked the soft, smooth skin with her lips and fingers. She then snaked out her tongue to get a taste of Jolene's warm, sweet honey. "Oh God!" Jolene exclaimed at the wet, wiggling sensations coursing through her. "That feels so good!" she hissed. Eve drank deeply from Jolene's erotic well. She licked and sucked the hot nectar that flowed from her core. Her lips, tongue and fingers were busy, touching and teasing her lover into a frenzied, passionate state. Low moans continued to escape from Jolene's lips. "Oh God, Eve! Oh yes, baby!" Every nerve in her body was on fire, threatening to consume her in a blazing-hot inferno. Eve flicked her tongue even faster. "Hurry, baby!" she urged as she took long laps at Jolene's wet pinkness. Jolene's moans increased in intensity as she gripped the back of Eve's head and pressed it against her pussy. Jolene rotated her hips, then began to buck them back and forth as her body began to tremble. "Let me taste it," Eve said seductively, "Let me taste that hot, sticky juice!" "Oh God," Jolene groaned. Everything she'd ever dreamed of was coming true. A beautiful, sexy, wanton woman was giving her all of the pleasure she'd ever desired. The thought of finally getting what she'd always dreamed of gave her a heady feeling. Eve licked even harder, trying to draw out the young woman's climax. "Give it to me, honey! Now, now!" Jolene threw her head back, lost in the exquisite sensations coursing through her body. "Ohhhh," she moaned at Eve's swift licks and nips to her swollen gem. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." "Cum for me, baby," Eve breathed. "Cum for me, sweet baby!" "Yessss!" Jolene cried out at the erotic vibrations that began deep inside of her and consumed her entire body. "Ahhh!" she called out as her body tensed, then exploded into an exquisitely carnal bliss. Finally, Eve had drunk every drop of Jolene's sweet nectar. She planted a soft kiss on Jolene's pussy and stood up. She pulled Jolene into a warm embrace, comforting the trembling woman until she gently calmed down. Several minutes later, without a word, Eve slipped out the door, leaving Jolene to catch her breath alone. When Jolene was able to compose her self, she looked in the mirror and smiled. Her reflection was suddenly calmer, brighter. She straightened her uniform, smoothed down the incriminating wrinkles, and left the bathroom. As she walked to the counter, she tensed up as she looked for Archie. Her shoulders relaxed as she found him still in the same place. She went to the cash register, her eyes now on Eve. Eve gathered up her jacket, purse and briefcase and coolly walked up to the register. She reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet. "How much?" "It's on the house." "No, I have to pay you something. I don't want you to get in trouble." "All right. Five bucks. For everything." Eve slid a black American Express card over the counter. "And I want to make sure I leave a tip for you," she winked. Jolene bristled. "You trying to pay me?" Eve held up her hands. "No! I was just..." Jolene nodded, embarrassed for thinking such a thing. "Of course you weren't." She toyed with the keys on the cash register, trying to draw out their time together. "Well, about the tip, it's not like I'd get it anyway. Archie doesn't give us our tips off of credit cards." Eve looked shocked. "What? That's illegal. You should report him!" "The sheriff? That's Archie's brother-in-law, so lotta good that'll do me. Anyway, our credit card machine's broken, so that's that." "Damn. Guess that takes care of that. Thank goodness I've got cash." She opened the next compartment on her wallet. "Oh shit." "What?" "I only have enough cash for the bill. Six singles." Jolene shrugged. "Not too many people leave tips anyway." Eve handed the bills to Jolene. "So that means I've only got a dollar for your tip. Sorry." Eve looked around the diner. "So you're really in a bad situation here, huh?" Jolene shrugged, trying to hide her disappointment at Eve's leaving. "Not forever. Just for now." "Well here's my number," Eve said as she pulled out her business card and gave it to Jolene. "And give me your number." Jolene pulled out her order pad, wrote her number on the back of one of the tickets and handed it to Eve. Eve smiled as she put it in her pocket. "Thanks. Well, about the tip, I'm sorry I couldn't give you more. But make sure to take that dollar and do something special. Buy a lottery ticket, even," she joked. "Seems like today's your lucky day!" "Well, thanks for everything," Jolene said wistfully. She wasn't sure if she'd ever see Eve again and it made her somewhat sad. "What are you thanking me for?" Eve asked as she started for the front door. "You're the one who made my day." "No," Jolene whispered as she fondled the business card. "Thank you. Thank you for giving me something to look forward to." She tucked the card in her pocket and gave Eve a small, barely perceptible wave as she walked out of the diner, and possibly out of her life forever. For several long moments afterward, Jolene watched the door, wondering what might have been, and fought back a storm of hot, sorrowful tears. ~~~ Late that night, after her shift, and without a car, Jolene walked the two-mile trek back to her grandmother's house. Just before she got to her house, she passed the local gas station on the corner. Following a hunch, she went inside, walked past the thin man behind the counter and looked at the brightly-lit lottery display. The week's grand prize for the Magical Millions lottery was one hundred and eighty million dollars. On an impulse, she pulled out her dollar bill, set it on the counter and pointed to the lottery machine. "Give me one of those tickets, please." "What numbers you want?" he asked in a gravely voice. Jolene thought for a moment. What numbers should I pick? Then a thought hit her: Why not birthdays? "All right," she began. "Three for my birthday. Twelve for Grammie's. Twenty-seven for Mom's, bless her soul, and eighteen for Auntie Millicent's. "One more," he said, punching the buttons on the lottery machine. "One more?" But which one? Ten for Auntie Ruth or Thirty for Uncle Randall? She quickly decided in favor of Girl Power. "Give me number ten for Auntie Ruth." "And the bonus number?" he asked. She smiled. "Seven. Today was my lucky day." ~~~ "I need you to come back in tonight, Jolene. And I don't want any arguments!" That Saturday night, Jolene lay on her couch, drifting off to sleep in front of the TV. Her feet were on fire, her back was sore and her head throbbed after her long shift. Having only laid down for a couple of hours or so, the phone had jolted her out of her nap. She'd run to answer it before her grandmother was woken up. She looked at the clock. It was ten minutes after eleven. "The restaurant's closed, Archie! What the heck you want me back down there for?" "I need you to help me with some...inventory." "I'm about to get into bed, Archie. Can't I do this in the morning?" "Jolene? I'll be here for thirty minutes. If you're not down here, don't even bother coming in tomorrow. Or ever!" Jolene thought about trying to find another job, given the current economy of Edgerrin. Making up her mind, she took a deep breath. "All right." "Good. And wear that short skirt I got you," he said, breathing heavily into the phone. "Them legs you got is so, so sexy!" She jumped as he slammed the phone down in her ear. Slowly she got up off the couch and went to put on her coat. As she was shrugging her arm in the sleeve, she heard a voice from the television. "And the first number, ladies and gentlemen, is...Three!" Jolene froze. Then, coming to her senses, she ran to her purse in the kitchen, pulled out her ticket and ran back into the living room. She sat perched on the edge of her couch watching the spotty reception on her 13-inch TV screen. Adjusting herself on the tattered fabric in order to get more comfortable, she winced as one of the springs poked her in the bottom. Ignoring the sharp pain, she looked down at the ticket in her hand. "Hey," she smiled. "Three? I got that one. Cool!" The glamorous pecan-colored model on the television screen plucked the next white ping-pong ball from one of the two machines on the stage. "And the second number is...Eighteen!" Jolene looked at her ticket. "I got that one too." The model held up the next white ball. "And the third number is...Twenty-seven!" Jolene tilted her head. "That one too? Wow!" Beaming, she remembered from the Magical Millions lottery brochure she'd taken home, that matching three numbers automatically netted her twenty dollars. "Wow!" The model smiled as she glanced at the next white ball. "And the fourth number is...Twelve!" "That was your birthday, Grammie! Thank you!" Jolene yelled. She was now barely on the edge of the couch. Her mind began to spin. Could it be? Could this really be happening to someone like her? The model's smile grew even brighter as she held up the next white ball. "And the final number is...Ten!" Jolene's heart nearly leapt out of her chest. "Oh my God! I won! I won!" she yelled, leaping into the air. Because she had matched five numbers, she knew she'd just won one hundred thousand dollars. The model then turned to the machine on her left where there was a spinning collection of royal-blue ping-pong balls. In an instant, one of the balls shot up to the top, and the model pulled it out. "And the Magical Millions mystery number is..." Jolene froze in place as she watched the model turn the ball toward the television. "Oh my Lord..." "...Seven!" Jolene clutched her chest. Then she screamed as loud as she could. "OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod!" She jumped up and down. "I won! I really won!" Suddenly afraid she'd wake up her grandmother, she quieted down. But she quickly went out to their backyard, kicked off her slippers and danced around the soft grass. "Thank you, Lord! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Then the rhythm hit her and she started doing the "Uh Oh" dance she'd seen her favorite singer, Beyonce, doing all those years ago. Then a thought hit her and she was filled with glee. She looked toward the sky and screamed at the top of her lungs. "Kiss my ass, Archie Dunbar!" ~~~ Jolene's next several weeks were filled with a collection of attorneys, financial planners, accountants. She also signed more documents than she'd ever had in her life. The sole winner of the jackpot, she turned down the twenty-year annuity option in favor of receiving a lump-sum cash payment. Now the proud owner of one hundred and twenty-six million after-tax dollars, she set out to redo her life as she saw fit. The first thing she did was buy a brand-new cell phone. Once the news of her winnings got out, the house phone had been ringing off the hook so bad, disturbing Grammie's sleep, that she'd had it disconnected immediately. Then came the late model used car, and a new wardrobe. Next, in the first of many meetings with her financial team, she made sure that her Grammie was taken care of, setting her up with a generous bank account to provide for her every need. She also hired two of Grammie's younger church members to serve as her live-in nurse and cook. Finally, she purchased a new house for her right on Rosewood Lake, just outside of Nashville. She even made sure Grammie's new master bedroom had a great view of the calming waters. Jolene also set up various trusts and investments for herself and the rest of her relatives, insuring that they'd never be broke, as was the fate for many other lottery winners and their families. Next, she sent an anonymous check to the cashier at the gas station who sold her the ticket. She then sent a generous check to Alice with a note that read, "Take that job and shove it!" Next, she donated part of her winnings to renovate her old high school and elementary school, and set up scholarships at each. She also donated funds to renovate the town's library, which included installing Internet access for the residents. She then used her brand-new laptop computer to scout out culinary schools. After a whirlwind application process, she was accepted into her first-choice school, located in a brand-new city. Excited, she quickly found a new apartment in the city, shipped her belongings and made her final plans to leave Tennessee. Just before she left, on a whim, she decided to use a portion of her winnings to buy the rickety structure known as Archie's Diner. "Wait'll he finds out," she chuckled as she signed the final real estate documents. "I wish I could be there to see it!" Once all of her affairs were in order, she took a mini vacation in order to complete the last item on her agenda. Bundled up in a soft, fluffy robe in the penthouse suite of a swanky Nashville hotel, she tapped the keys on her new laptop. "Now, I finally get to really take care of me," she said as she typed as fast as she could, conducting the most important Internet search of her life. ~~~ "Eve? There's someone here to see you." Annoyed, Eve looked up from the thick stack of papers on her desk. "Who is it?" she barked to the feminine voice on intercom. Her assistant, Jackie, answered. "She says it's personal." Eve took off her reading glasses. For the past two months, having little else to occupy her time and missing Jolene with every fiber in her body, Eve had buried herself in her work. She'd tried to call Jolene the very evening they'd met, and the next, but Grammie had told her she wasn't back from work yet. She dared not call the diner, so she decided to wait. A few days later, she was back in Los Angeles and still hadn't heard from her. Not wanting to wait any longer, Eve tried her home number again, but the phone had suddenly been disconnected. Unable to reach Jolene, and not having heard from her, Eve's patience had worn thin. Last week, she'd even made a trip back to Edgerrin, only to find the diner closed and boarded up. "I'm pretty busy here," Eve snapped, her mind not only on Jolene, but on how to get season two of Pledges underway and under budget. "If she won't tell you her name, I'm not sure I even have time to see her." A moment passed, then Jackie came back on the line. "She says it's about...Edgerrin?" A slow smile spread across Eve's face as she got up from her desk. "Show her in." A moment later, The door opened and Eve caught her breath at the beauty before her. With a confident stride, the young woman entered the room. She wore a sharp navy pantsuit with a matching pair of four-inch Jimmy Choo stilettos. Her thin braids had been unraveled, leaving a wild wavy mass of hair. However, wanting a more businesslike appearance, she'd pulled back her tresses into a ponytail that had a bushy, wavy pouf at the end. She wore elegant jewelry and artfully applied makeup. She had an oversized leather handbag slung over her shoulder. "Glad to see me?" Jolene asked with a wry grin. "Baby!" Eve ran to her and embraced her in a warm hug. "I missed you so much. I never thought I'd see you again!" Then Eve pulled back. "Look at you! You look..." "Fantastic?" "Yeah. You look like a true corporate diva! But you looked great before. Anyway, what's been going on? And why are you in Los Angeles?" Jolene was cool. "May I have a seat?" Eve suddenly found herself flustered. "Sure." She pulled out one of the chairs at her desk. "Have a seat." Jolene sat and crossed her legs. She now had an undeniable confidence, which translated into an immense sex appeal. She was sure of herself, poised and elegant. However, she hadn't lost any of her youthful appearance, nor any of her Southern charm. Eve found the new Jolene to be incredibly appealing. Eve watched her carefully as she took a seat behind her desk. "How can I help you?" Eve asked. Jolene smoothed back her ponytail. "I want to repay you." "For?" "For saving my life." Eve frowned. "I don't understand." Jolene took a deep breath. "When we met, I was a poor waitress in a shitty diner in rural Tennessee. And you saved me." "I still don't understand." "Well...that tip you left me? That dollar?" "Yeah?" Eve said slowly. Jolene leaned forward. "Well...I bought a lottery ticket." Several beats passed. Eve blinked, understanding suddenly coming to her. "You don't mean..." "Yeah!" Jolene squealed, temporarily abandoning her cool, business-like demeanor. "I won!" "Oh honey, that's fantastic!" Then Eve's eyes softened. "I couldn't think of a better person that it happened to." "Thanks. But I have something for you." Jolene reached into her handbag. She pulled out an envelope and handed it to Eve. "Here. I'm just sorry it took so long, but I had a lot of stuff that had to be worked out first." Eve opened the envelope, pulled out the slip of paper and gasped. "Oh my God!" "That's my gift to you," Jolene beamed. "That's for everything you'd done for me that day. And I mean everything!" Eve's hand trembled as she held the piece of paper. "Five million dollars?" Eve was floored. "This is a cashier's check for five million dollars?" "It's for your television show," Jolene said proudly. "For Pledges." Then she paused. "The show about the lesbians. Us lesbians," she added with a wink. "Oh my God!" She grabbed Jolene's hand and squeezed hard. "Thank you! Thank you so much!" She stared at the check for several long moments, until Jolene's words sank in. "Wait. You said `us lesbians'? So you mean..." Jolene grinned. "Yep! We'z family now!" The two women cracked up laughing. Then they settled down and stared at each other. Eve felt a protectiveness well up in her for this bright, surprising, generous young woman. Her feelings quickly growing out of control, she tried to calm herself. "Well, what about you?" Eve asked, trying to keep her voice steady. "What are you going to do now?" A tinge of fear gripped Eve's heart when she realized that with all of her fortune, Jolene was free to walk right out of her office and go explore the world. Jolene wore a bright smile. "First, I'm goin' to culinary school. And while I'm there, I'm gonna open up my own restaurant." Eve held her breath, not wanting to ask her next question. "Sounds great!" she said with more glee than she felt. "That must mean that you're going back to Tennessee?" Jolene twirled a random strand of her thick, poufy ponytail. "Noooo..." Eve got up from her desk and knelt beside Jolene's chair. "Let me guess," Eve said softly. "You're going to study in Paris?" Jolene giggled. "Noooo..." Eve pressed close to Jolene's neck. She held her breath as the realization began to set in. "In Miami?" "No, but you're getting warmer..." Eve flicked out her tongue and gently swiped Jolene's earlobe. Then she nipped and nuzzled the soft flesh. "How about New York?" Jolene shivered at the delicate touch. "Getting warmer...." "Let me guess," Eve breathed in Jolene's ear. Needing the erotic contact, she slid her hand underneath Jolene's blouse and cupped her firm breast. She fondled the rigid nipple. "You're going to culinary school right here in Los Angeles? To be with me?" "Bingo," Jolene sighed as she closed her eyes. "I love you Eve. I love what you did for me and I just can't be without you, sweetheart. I never want to be without you." "I missed you so much, baby," Eve exhaled as she pressed her lips to Jolene's. "I love you too and I need you to be with me always." Eve released Jolene's breast, slid her hand through Jolene's hair, pulled her tight and devoured her soft, full lips for what seemed like an eternity; tasting, touching and teasing her sweet flesh. "And thank you, baby," Jolene replied pulling back, as she took a much-needed breath. "For?" Eve asked, drawing back closer to nuzzle her neck again. Jolene looked deep into Eve's eyes before responding. "For saving my life." (C) 2009 Stephanie Rose Entertainment, LLC. All rights reserved. www.StephanieRoseHeat.com [email protected]

Publication of any and all trademarks contained herein are not authorized by, associated with, nor sponsored by the trademark owners. ~~~ Giving Thanks by Stephanie Rose (The power of community.) ~~~ "All right, everyone. I've got some bad news. So listen up." Tanya O'Brien sat in the spacious dining room of the Northern Indiana Food Bank. The full-time secretary of the organization, she sat with the other staff members and roughly twenty regular volunteers, waiting for the director to speak. It was a late Monday evening, two weeks before Thanksgiving and her heart was heavy because though she already knew what he was going to say, it didn't make the blow hurt any less. The director of the NIFB, Brother Nicholas Caulfield, affectionately known in the community as Brother Nick, took a deep breath before continuing, a sad expression on his face. "Now, everyone, you all know that donations have been down this year," he said. "The economy has really taken its toll on our regular donors. We're finding that the people and companies who used to donate to us, are now either in need of donations themselves or just don't have the extra funds to send to us. As a result, our cash and food donations are now down over fifty percent." Tanya held her breath, knowing what was coming next. "Therefore, if our donations aren't up in the next two weeks," he continued, "we'll have to shut down indefinitely. Which means we'll be shutting down before Thanksgiving Day, our busiest time of the year." A chorus of gasps and groans went up through the small crowd. The Northern Indiana Food Bank had been a saving grace for the past fifteen years. Located in South Bend, Indiana, they were responsible for providing food to six counties, which housed over fifty food pantries, emergency shelters, childcare centers, soup kitchens, senior centers and night shelters that directly served Northern Indiana's homeless, unemployed and working poor. Every day, year round, the NIFB provided hundreds of pounds of food to the various organizations. Most of the food pantries allowed residents to come in once a month to receive their allotment. In contrast, the counties' shelters fed people daily, as did the soup kitchens and the senior and children's centers. Additionally, on the major holidays, Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas Day, the NIFB itself also provided a citywide hot dinner to anyone in need. As a result, the NIFB went through a tremendous amount of food on a daily basis, and always needed donations. However, this year, due to the challenging economy, the food bank was operating at below fifty percent of its usual inventory. And as more and more individuals and corporate entities drastically lowered or cancelled their donations altogether, while the number of people that needed their help rose just as dramatically, even that fifty percent figure was dwindling rapidly. Tanya found that she really enjoyed working at the food bank, especially on Thanksgiving and Christmas Day. It warmed her heart to be able to help, but this year their circumstances were dire. Her deep brown eyes teared up as she continued to listen to Brother Nick. "I do have a few ideas up my sleeve," Brother Nick said, smiling. "For example, Joshua, the assistant director, and I will be doing several newspaper and TV interviews to advertise our cause. And here in the office, Deb and Tanya are going to keep making phone calls to local businesses to see if they can donate more to our program." Tanya nodded over at Deb Ross, the treasurer of the NIFB. For the past month, they'd been calling local companies to secure additional donations, but they weren't making much progress. "Anyway," Brother Nick continued, "I just wanted to let you know what's going on. And to ask you for your help. We really need a miracle this year, so I'm counting on all of you to help us stay open." Brother Nick spoke a few moments longer, then adjourned the meeting. Tanya gathered her belongings, put on her coat to protect herself against Indiana's mid-November chill, and headed out to her car. But before she could reach the door, Brother Nick stopped her. Standing a full six-feet-four inches to her five-feet even, he towered over her. However, his warm smile always put her at ease. He placed a large hand on her shoulder. "Tanya? If you can, come in early tomorrow morning and get started on those donor calls. Every little bit will help." "Sure, Brother Nick. I'll come in an hour early and be in at about eight." "Thanks Tanya. And I know that you'll be blessed for your assistance." Tanya frowned as she pulled her coat tighter, a sudden chill running through her that had nothing to do with the weather. What Brother Nick didn't know is that she could afford to come in early, as she was single and lonely, not having anyone to occupy her time outside of work. "I think we could all use a miracle this holiday season," she muttered, even more downcast than before, and walked out the door. ~~~ First thing in the morning, Tanya opened up the main office, then went to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. The men in the warehouse opened at nine am, so Tanya had a bit of peace and quiet before the other workers came in. Since it was so early, no clients were due in yet, but there were still mounds of federal, state, county and city paperwork to finish, in addition to the donor calls that she and Deb had to make. When the coffee was done, she went to grab a mug out of the cabinet and happened to glance out of the window at the far end of the kitchen. As she saw her reflection, she studied herself. She loved her rich, cocoa-brown skin and her pleasant features. Her smile was bright and her mid-length dark hair looked great in her natural, voluminous curls. Also, her heart was as big as they came. However, her twenty-eight years of age were slowly catching up with her. "When did I get old," she wondered as she studied the tiny wrinkles near her eyes and her thickening figure. It seemed like she was just in college, now it was just about ten years later. "I just wish I were able to finish school," she said sadly, as unhappy memories threatened to consume her. Sighing, she couldn't afford to think those thoughts yet again, so she took a seat at her desk and got to work. By the time Deb came in an hour later, Tanya had gotten through the first page of businesses, but with dismal results. By their lunch break, neither of them had had much luck. They received plenty of "No, not this year's," a handful of "maybe's" and only one or two "yes's". After lunch, as Tanya picked up the phone to dial yet again, she looked toward the ceiling. "We really need a miracle," she said softly. Then she flashed on all of the lonely nights she'd been having lately. "And I really need a miracle," she added. The next business on her list was the local Kroger grocery store on East Ireland road. She dialed quickly, then waited. A young female voice answered and Tanya asked for the manager. When he came to the phone, she re-introduced herself and launched into her speech about the additional donations they needed for Thanksgiving. Surprisingly, the manager, Rick Gonzalez, was helpful. He recommitted their prior support of the NIFB and was still impressed with their work, but there was one problem. "Well, we'd love to help you with some additional donations, Ms. O'Brien," he said, "but this holiday season, Kroger has instituted a new practice: All donation requests must now be processed through our national corporate office first. If you can hold, I'll get you the number." Though she was a bit put off by the extra hurdles they'd now have to overcome, she was still hopeful. "Okay, Mr. Gonzalez. Thanks." He came back in an instant. "All right. The name of Kroger's National Director for Corporate Giving is Ms. Christine Parker. She's in New York City. Would you like for me to transfer you to her office?" "Sure, and thank you." As she waited, a shiver ran through her. "Goodness! I used to know a Christine Parker. In fact, I had a huge crush on a Christine Parker back at U of M." Then she laughed, embarrassed at her schoolgirl crush. "I mean, what are the odds?" Just then, a soft, feminine voice came on the line. "Hi, this is Christine Parker for Kroger Corporate Giving. How may I help you?" Oh my God, Tanya thought. That soft, sweet, yet husky voice? It couldn't be... The voice spoke again. "Hello?" Suddenly shy, Tanya stuttered. "Um...I'm sorry. Hello. I'm calling from South Bend, Indiana." Then she paused, vexed. The voice was even more gentle than before. "Yes?" Ugh. Get it together, Tanya, she thought. She began again. "I'm sorry. I'm calling from South Bend, Indiana and I wanted to find out about your donation programs. Our local food bank would like to apply for assistance. I was recommended to call by Rick Gonzalez, the manager at the South Bend Kroger on East Ireland Road." She waited expectantly. "Sure. Just let me get some information first. Okay, what is the name of your organization?" "The Northern Indiana Food Bank." "And the address and phone number?" Tanya gave her the information. "And tell me a little bit about your program, please?" Tanya told her about all the great work they did in the community. That they had been actively supplying over fifty community food pantries and shelters for just over fifteen years, and how this year their program was in dire need of some additional donations. Christine's voice had a hopeful tinge to it. "Well, I need to have you fax me some information; namely, a company brochure, a formal request letter from your director on official letterhead, your tax information and your nonprofit 501(c)3 certification letter. Can you do all that for me?" "Sure, sure I can. Give me your fax number." Christine gave her the number. "Oh yes," she added. "What's your name and number? I need a contact name for my paperwork." "Um...my name is Tanya O'Brien." There was a short pause. "Tanya O'Brien?" Christine asked. Then there was another pause. "Tanya, your voice sounds so familiar! Did you happen to go to the University of Michigan? About, say, ten years ago? Like around '98, '99? And were you in the Black Student Union there? Tanya's heart nearly beat out of her chest. You mean Christine remembers me, she thought. Then she got it together, yet again. "Yes. Yes, I was," Tanya answered. "Tanya! This is me, Christine! Christine from the BSU! Don't you remember me?" Tanya played it off. "Oh, Christine! Of course, I remember! I remember you! Christine Parker's a common name, so I wasn't sure it was you. How are you?" Christine's voice was tender. "I'm fine! And I'm just sorry we lost touch after you left school all those years ago. But it's so good to talk to you now!" Tanya nearly blushed at Christine's enthusiasm. "It's really good to talk to you too." "Now, normally I don't do this," Christine said, "but why don't I make a trip down there to check out the food bank in person? For most donation requests, I usually just get all the information I need through email, fax and regular mail, but I'd love to see you again! Do you think we could we work that out?" Tanya's heart nearly stopped. "Sure." "Okay, I have some vacation time coming, and I need to use it before the end of the year. Now, since you're in a tight spot and since there's only a couple of weeks before Thanksgiving, why don't I come this week?" "Sure." Then there was a slight pause, and Tanya thought she heard pages rustling. No doubt, Christine was flipping through her calendar. "Okay," Christine said. "Today's Tuesday. Why don't I come down there Friday morning and stay the weekend? How's that sound?" Tanya was dumbfounded. "Sure," she repeated inanely. "Well, it's a date, then!" Tanya shivered at the word `date,' but she was determined to keep it together for the sake of the NIFB. "Thanks, Christine. I really appreciate it." "Now, unfortunately, I can't promise anything because I have to get the okay from my boss first, but I'm going to do everything I can to help." "Sure," Tanya said. "So I have your number here and I'll call you Thursday afternoon to finalize our plans. And then I'll go ahead and check in with you on Friday when I'm on my way to the airport, okay?" "Sure," Tanya said for the umpteenth time. "That sounds great." They spoke for a minute longer, exchanged good-byes, then hung up. Afterward, Tanya sat at her desk, quiet for a long time. That was actually Christine Parker, she mused. She thought about the woman's tight, trim body, soft hair and attractive features. I wonder if she's still single, Tanya thought absently. Then, sure she was just engaging in wishful thinking, she dismissed the thoughts from her head, and went back to the next company name on her list. ~~~ That night, as soon as Tanya got home, she took a steaming-hot shower, put on a satin nightshirt, then went to fix a hot French vanilla cappuccino. Taking the mug into the living room, she collapsed on the couch in front of the TV. However, the thoughts swirling in her head make her unable to concentrate on the screen. She clicked the TV off, lay back and reminisced about Christine. They'd met freshman year when they both joined the Black Student Union at the University of Michigan. Focused and determined, they joined a collection of students bent on changing the world. With the help of their advisor, the students sponsored on-campus seminars, charitable events, high school outreach programs and other events that celebrated African-American history. Throughout the year, though she dated a couple of guys, Tanya was more interested in girls, and had been for a long time. And she found that Christine was her number one crush. At first, Christine was just another cute, sexy girl on campus. Tall and lean, with a warm caramel complexion and long, dark hair. But being in the BSU together gave Tanya a different look at the young woman. She came to realize that Christine had a sharp, analytical mind, a passion for knowledge and information, and a love for her community and humanity in general. "I wonder how she's doing," Tanya wondered as she took a sip of the now-cooled liquid. Before she left school just after their freshman year ended, Tanya learned that Christine planned to major in Business Administration. Once Tanya left campus, she and Christine lost contact. Tanya hadn't given any of her friends or classmates her contact information, so she hadn't heard from anyone since. It was truly a miracle that she'd found Christine all these years later. Then Tanya frowned. Christine sounded so upbeat, so cheerful. "She must have somebody," Tanya mused. "She's probably married. Or at least dating. And probably nowhere near gay." Tanya looked around her empty house, a three-bedroom brick home in South Bend. Her mom and younger brother also lived in South Bend, less than ten miles away; however, she still desired a romantic, intimate connection with a warm, caring woman. Unfortunately, she realized that the holidays were quickly closing in on her, and she had no prospects to speak of. She'd dated over the years, had some intimate encounters, even. But nothing like the deep, all-encompassing love she wanted to share with someone who could know her deeply, totally. "Maybe next year," she sighed and settled in for the night. ~~~ "You have a very nice facility here," Christine said just after Tanya showed her around the Northern Indiana Food Bank compound. That Friday morning, Tanya had picked her up from the airport and, at Christine's insistence, instead of taking her to her hotel room, had taken her right to the food bank. Tanya had given Christine a comprehensive tour of their facilities, then introduced her to a number of their staff and volunteers to give her a better picture of their organization. "It looks like you're doing a good thing here," Christine said warmly. "Yeah," Tanya said as she led Christine back into her office. "We're trying, but we have so much need, and not enough resources. It's the kind of job that can be very rewarding, but very depressing at the same time." Christine nodded. "I can certainly understand that. At Kroger, we try to do all we can, in as many communities as we can, but more and more people need help. Now more than ever." Tanya went to her desk. "I know you got my fax, but I wanted to give you some hard copies of our documents," Tanya said as she handed Christine a manila folder. "It's got all the info you requested: the brochure, the letter from our director, our tax info and our 501(c)3 certification." "Thanks," Christine said as she flipped through the papers. She then slid the folder into her briefcase. "Now, I still have to run this past my boss, but I gave him my preliminary report right after you called, along with some news articles I pulled from the Internet. It's looking good, but I won't have official word for a few more days." "That's fine," Tanya said. "Anyway, I appreciate your help." "Anytime," Christine smiled. Tanya was smitten. She decided to try for more. "Well," she said, checking her watch, "it's almost lunchtime. Wanna grab a bite to eat? I'd have to get back to work pretty soon, but we can at least have a quick lunch together?" "Sure," Christine said. "And after lunch, you can come back to your office, after you drop me off at my hotel. Now that I've seen your facility for myself, I want to send another report back to my boss so he can have all the information he needs before the workday ends." Tanya decided to make a move. "Well, you don't have to stay at a hotel. I have plenty of room at my place. And I have Internet access so you can email your boss." Tanya stopped speaking and held her breath in anticipation. Christine hesitated, but only for a moment. Then a big smile spread all over her face. "I'd love to! I thought you'd never ask!" ~~~ "So how've you been?" Tanya smiled at Christine as they sat in the Rosemont Caf. Deciding on a light lunch, they both chose salads along with hot coffee to warm themselves from the Indiana cold weather. Before Tanya answered Christine's question, she took in her friend, and one-time crush. Christine's skin was the same smooth, luminous, warm caramel tone as it had been in college. Her hair was still soft-black, but now had auburn and copper streaks, and was cut in an easy, swinging bob. She was still tall and lean, and was as analytical as ever. But she still had the same compassionate nature, given her work with Kroger's corporate giving program. "I've been fine," Tanya answered. "Very fine. But what about you? What have you been doing all these years?" Christine was blunt. "Well, just after graduation, I got married." Tanya winced. There goes that fantasy, she thought. "Wow! That's wonderful," she said, with as much glee as she could muster. "Don't be. We got divorced less than two years later." Seems like Christine is full of surprises. "Are you all right?" Tanya asked. Christine sighed. "I never should have gotten married." "To him?" "No. To a man in general." Tanya's eyes widened. "Really? That means...you're gay?" Christine gave her a lopsided grin. "I guess I always knew, but I never really wanted to deal with it. But now? I'm cool. My family still hasn't come around, though," she said, taking another sip of coffee. "And it's been two years now, but what can I do? I have to live my life, right?" "Right. Well, when I first came out, my mom -" Christine's head snapped up. "Excuse me?" It was Tanya's turn to grin. "I said, when I first came out, just after high school, my mom had a real problem with it. But later on, she admitted that she always knew. In fact, she was kind of waiting on me to tell her. Now, she's okay with it." Then Tanya stared at her for a moment. "You know, there's a good chance that your family will come around too." "Yeah. I know." They sat there quiet for a few moments, each lost in their own thoughts. Christine sipped on her coffee, then began to speak. "Tanya, there's something I need to ask you. Why did you leave school? It wasn't until we came back for sophomore year that I even knew you were gone. What happened?" Tanya took a deep breath. She hadn't told this story to anyone. "It was my mom," Tanya began. "She got sick just after Christmas break freshman year. She wasn't eating, was nauseous all the time, and just run down. She went to some doctors and had a lot of tests, and just before the school year ended, we found out that she had leukemia." "Oh my God," Christine said. "That's horrible!" Tanya nodded. "She's doing well now, but back then? Our family barely had the money to send me to school, let alone to cover mom's doctor bills. We didn't have any insurance, so we were pretty much on our own. I dropped out of school and came back here to South Bend to take care of her and to work full time." Tanya took a sip of her drink. "In fact, things got so bad financially, that we had to use a soup kitchen ourselves. Thankfully, there was one right near our house." "That's why you're so dedicated to the food bank," Christine said. "That's pretty admirable." "Yep. We came to the South Bend Community Soup Kitchen almost every night. And we went to the Baxter House food pantry for groceries once a month. So, yes, I'm committed to helping the people that helped us. Eventually, I got a job with the food bank and I've been there ever since." "You know," Christine said, "I did Google your name over the years. It's just that `Tanya O'Brien' is a pretty common name. Very common, indeed. Plus, I had no idea where you lived. I didn't know that you were in South Bend." Christine looked off in the distance. "I thought that you could have been anywhere." Tanya blushed. "Wait. You actually looked for me?" "Of course I did," Christine said, looking back at her. "I considered you a friend. I was hurt when you didn't come back to school. I'm sad to know that things had gotten so tough for you, but I'm relieved to have finally found you again." "Really?" Christine's voice was sure. "Really." Tanya was silent as her mind began to spin. Could she really be interested? Just then, Christine looked at her watch. "It's almost one now. You have to get back soon?" Tanya glanced at hers. "Yeah. So I'm going to drop you off at my house first. Just make yourself at home and I'll be there after five." Christine smiled as they stood and gathered their belongings. "That'll be fine. It'll give me time to get my report to my boss. And maybe I'll have something special for you for later." A thrill went through Tanya as they went to the cashier. "I'm looking forward to it!" ~~~ Once Tanya got home from work, she was pleased to find that Christine had made dinner for the two of them. Though it was a simple meal of some items she'd had in her fridge and in her pantry, Tanya was on cloud nine at Christine's thoughtfulness. They talked late into the night, reminiscing more about school and how their lives had changed over the years. They then exchanged stories about their respective jobs, finding several similarities, in that each loved to help their community and that each admired the other's generous spirit. In addition, both seemed pleased to learn that the other was single, but nary a move was made. They spent the following day, Saturday, exploring South Bend. Both die-hard University of Michigan Wolverine fans, they eschewed the Notre Dame tailgate parties and home football game, in favor of a late breakfast back at the Rosemont Caf. Then they took a drive around South Bend and its surrounding communities, where Tanya showed Christine more of the shelters and centers the NIFB serviced. Afterward, they took in a leisurely lunch, then a trip to the South Bend Museum of Art. After an early dinner, they caught an evening performance at the Southold Dance Theatre. Every step of the way, Tanya was the perfect hostess, making sure that Christine's every need was taken care of. But often, when she thought Christine wasn't looking, she stared at her crush, and was overwhelmed at the feelings she still had for the compassionate woman. She still imagined the eyes she wanted to look deep into, the skin she wanted to caress, the soft lips she wanted to kiss. However, Christine, staying in one of Tanya's guest rooms, never made a move. As such, Tanya didn't either. They continued to enjoy their time together until early Sunday afternoon, when Tanya reluctantly drove Christine back to the airport. "I had a wonderful weekend," Christine said as she pulled her luggage out of Tanya's trunk. They were standing at the curb in front of the terminal with Tanya's car still running. "It was so good to see you." Then Christine's mood seemed to dampen a bit. "I'm going to miss you, you know." "Now you know we don't have much time here," Tanya joked, trying to lightened the mood. "Airport security is a bitch. They just enjoy giving tickets here." Christine smiled. "Then I'd better make this quick." She leaned in and gave Tanya a hug, then a soft kiss on the cheek. "I'm so glad you're back in my life again. And I'll talk to you soon." Christine waived as she grabbed her bags and headed into the terminal. Tanya stood there for a moment, stunned. Then she touched the warm spot on her cheek and a huge smile spread across her face. ~~~ Monday morning, Tanya kept that huge smile as she opened the office. She put on a pot of coffee and readied her desk for the morning's work. She had many more donor calls to make, but her weekend with Christine left her giddy and unfocused. Just then the phone rang. She checked the clock. At just after eight am, the office wasn't officially open yet, but she went ahead and answered anyway. "The Northern Indiana Food Bank, this is Tanya. How can I help you?" The light, feminine voice was crisp and pointed. "Hi Tanya. This is Maureen David at First Federal." Tanya was elated. South Bend's First Federal Bank was their largest donor. Though they hadn't yet submitted their yearly holiday donation check yet, Tanya was certain that Maureen would send it over right away. "Hi Maureen. What can I do for you?" Maureen paused. "Tanya? I have some bad news..." Tanya listened in horror as Maureen explained that the bank wasn't going to make their donation this year. "We'd really love to help, Tanya," Maureen explained, "but as what usually happens in business, when cuts need to be made, the first to go are the charitable giving programs." Maureen and Tanya spoke a few minutes more, then they hung up. Dazed, Tanya first thought about calling Brother Nick on his cell phone, but then promptly decided to wait until he came in before she gave him the bad news. "What a way to start a week," she thought, as all memories of Christine left her head. Little did they know, the week was going to get worse. ~~~ Tanya sat in the food bank's dining room, in a meeting eerily similar to the one they'd had two weeks prior. It was now the Monday before Thanksgiving and Brother Nick had called a special meeting. Things were looking dim since all the week before, like First Federal, a great number of their largest sponsors were either substantially decreasing, or canceling altogether, their food and monetary donations. Brother Nick had been sullen for several days, obviously with an important decision to make: whether or not to close the Northern Indiana Food Bank until further notice. Tanya had been fielding calls all the week before from the various food pantries, shelters and centers, but she was just as clueless as anyone else as to what Brother Nick would decide. As she watched, Brother Nick slowly took the podium in front of the staff and the regular volunteers Just as he was about to speak, one of the volunteers, Corinne, came out of the kitchen and into the dining room. She motioned to Tanya. When Tanya walked over to her, Corinne spoke in a low voice. "I know you said to hold all your calls until after Brother Nick's meeting, but this one is urgent." Tanya frowned as she followed Corinne back into the kitchen. "Who is it?" Corinne watched as Tanya picked up the extension located on the wall. "She says her name is Christine. Christine Parker." Tanya's heart fluttered as she answered. "Hello?" Christine was breathless. "Hello Tanya? It's me, Christine." Tanya's eyes were downcast. "Hey there. It's good to hear from you, but I'm going to have to call you back. We're actually in a meeting now. Our donations have not only not gone up, but they've declined sharply. In fact, I think that Brother Nick might be about to cancel the program for the holidays." "No! Don't do it!" Christine said sharply. "Go tell him not to cancel!" Tanya frowned. "Why not?" "I have a surprise for you. For all of you. But I'm not quite sure of all the details. So just stay tuned, and Wednesday, everything will work out fine. I promise! So go tell him not to cancel the program! Go now!" Tanya said a quick goodbye, then ran back into the dining room. ~~~ Wednesday morning, Tanya arrived to the office fifteen minutes late. For some reason, just before she turned off the main road onto the private road leading to the office, there was what appeared to be a logjam of vehicles located on the road. There were about ten semi-trucks nearly blocking the road. She actually cursed as she had to carefully maneuver around the caravan. Still angry, she put on a pot of coffee, and before she could get back to her desk, the phone rang. "Hello?" she snapped. Then she caught herself. "Hello. Northern Indiana Food Bank. This is Tanya. How may I help you?" A deep male voice spoke. "Hello, Tanya. This is Mack McConway. I need to know where to park." Tanya frowned. "Excuse me?" There was a pause. "Have you looked outside yet?" he asked. Tanya put the phone down, went to the window and peered outside. She gasped at what she saw. Out in the parking lot were the ten semi-trucks, all in a line, back to front. Somehow, they had all moved from the main road to right in front of her office. And the most interesting part? All of the trucks were marked `Kroger.' She put the phone back to her ear. "I'm sorry. What is all of this?" "Ma'am, we have a delivery from Ms. Christine Parker, Kroger Corporation and the WNBA." Tanya was floored. "The WNBA? The Women's Basketball Association?" Just then, line two rang. She put Mack on hold and answered. "Hello?" "Tanya! It's Christine. I'm at the front door to your office. Can you let me in?" Tanya dropped the phone and ran outside. She saw Christine on her cell phone standing next to the first truck. Its driver was leaning out of the window. "Hey Tanya!" Christine called out. "This is Mack. He needs to know where he can unload his shipment. In fact," she said, waving her hand at the other trucks, "They all do!" While they were outside, Brother Nick pulled up. Tanya and Christine ran over to him as he got out of his pickup. "What's going on here?" he asked. Tanya pointed to Christine. "She's responsible for these donations." "Donations?" Brother Nick asked. "What donations?" "These donations," Christine said as she pointed to the trucks. "I called in a few favors and got you ten semi-trucks filled with food and other grocery items." Then she pulled out an envelope out of her purse and handed it to Brother Nick. "And I also have this." "What's this?" he asked. "It's a check for fifty thousand dollars," Christine answered. "And there's more where that came from. Much more." "Thank you," he said as he hugged her hard, his eyes watering. "Thank you so much!" Christine motioned back toward the trucks. "You're very welcome! But we need to know where to unload these shipments. There's quite a few perishable items in there." Brother Nick went over to the drivers as Tanya and Christine stood in front of the office. They watched as Brother Nick directed them to the warehouse in back. As the convoy started to pull off, Tanya turned to Christine. "How...how..." Christine laughed. "First, my boss was truly impressed at what you all are doing here, so he gave us permission to donate the food from our warehouses and our other vendors. And about the cash? Some of it came from personal friends of mine, but most of it came from the WNBA." "The WNBA?" Tanya asked. "How?" "I'm a season ticket holder with the New York Liberty WNBA team. And I also knew that the Indiana Fever, your team right in Indianapolis, Indiana, has a corporate donor relationship with Kroger. I just called the WNBA corporate offices and voila! We have cash! Also, as an extra special treat, some of the Indiana Fever players and coaching staff are coming here tomorrow to help serve your Thanksgiving Dinner." Tanya was overcome with joy. Filled with emotion, she pulled Christine into a great big bear hug. "Thank you! Oh my God, Christine, thank you!" Christine laughed and hugged her back. "You're welcome." Then she leaned in close to Tanya's ear. "It was my pleasure to help you," she said in a low, seductive voice. "My pleasure, indeed!" A shiver ran through Tanya as she took in Christine's low, husky voice. Her body began to heat up, and she went with the new, erotic feelings rushing through her. Christine spoke again. "Tanya, I crushed on you so hard back in college. But I was just so scared. But now? I'm looking forward to helping you with even more things in the future. Our future." Tanya's heart nearly burst at Christine's admission. She hugged Christine even tighter and whispered in her ear. "Then it will be a pleasure for me to thank you properly. And I promise you, one day I will!" Author's note: Please consider making a donation of your time, money, food, clothing and/or toiletries to your local charitable organization. Happy Thanksgiving! (C) 2009 Stephanie Rose Entertainment, LLC. 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The following is a fictional parody, not approved of, nor authorized by, the celebrities named. None of the events are true. This fictitious parody is protected speech under Hustler Magazine, Inc., et. al. v. Jerry Falwell. No harm is intended toward the celebrities named. Furthermore, publication of any and all trademarks contained herein are not authorized by, associated with, nor sponsored by the trademark owners. ~~~ The Makeup Artist by Stephanie Rose (A sexy makeup artist loves her celebrity clients.) ~~~ Chapter 3: Gabrielle Union gets a makeover. ~~~ I stepped out of the jet-black SUV onto the sidewalk just in front of the beach. Warm, rosy tones mixed with cool blue ones to form the famed Miami skyline. The warm golden sun, just rising, heated my skin and completed the picturesque sunrise. The boardwalk lay just in front of me, with a gorgeous beachfront cabana ahead. The golden sand beckoned me to run barefoot across its surface. I was in South Beach, literally steps away from the most beautiful beachfront view I'd ever seen. As the driver unloaded my equipment, I checked my reflection in the vehicle's dark windows. I wore a paper-thin wool dress that came just above the knee. The soft black fabric caressed my toned frame perfectly. I cinched my waist with a wide gold belt that matched my gold ballet slippers, and added dark sunglasses to shield my eyes from the radiant sunlight. My hair, falling in loose waves, was pulled off of my face with a jeweled headband. I took off my sunglasses, inhaled the salt water in the air and marveled at my good fortune. I got the call last week from Francine, a production assistant for Essence magazine, with instructions to arrive on set at 6am. Their fashion and beauty departments were doing a special cover story featuring the gorgeous Gabrielle Union for their upcoming anniversary issue. I was especially excited since this was my first out-of-town gig. I was flown into Miami last night, and was delighted with the luxurious hotel room that the Essence staff reserved for me. The Setai Hotel, located right in South Beach, was one of the best, and I was absolutely thrilled with the choice. As I admired the majestic sunrise, it reminded me of how great life had been lately. I could hardly believe that my makeup artistry business was going so well. I was so fortunate to be working with some of the most famous African-American beauties in the business, and I loved every minute of it. My good luck, and maybe my cute look and fun personality, were working overtime to get me the perfect jobs. ~~~ It had been over two months since my longtime friend and former boss, Charlene Drew, passed my name along to Essence's fashion editor, Rose Grandon. Soon after, I met with Rose about her ideas for the shoot. We met at the magazine's private photography studio in NYC. Once I arrived, I learned that Constance Sharpe, the magazine's beauty editor would be joining us for my interview. Rose Grandon was a fiery spirit with red-tipped locs to match. She was a gorgeous beauty, just over 6' tall and lean, with elegant, slim features. Her light complexion was smooth and satiny, and looked absolutely delicious. Her brightly printed blouse and slim pants drew my eyes right to her. Normally I try to be quite reserved around women while I'm working, but this lady had me mesmerized from the very beginning. In contrast, Constance Sharpe was a quiet beauty, adorned with a honey-brown complexion and long, curly hair in a stunning chestnut shade. She stood about 5'7", with a lush, curvy figure. Her bright, pretty smile quickly put me at ease, and her delicate features piqued my interest. She wore a pretty royal-blue wrap dress, and her honey-colored cleavage immediately captured my attention. I'd been dating women for quite a while now, so I was incredibly pleased to be in the company of such lovely ladies. The three of us hit it off immediately. As we chatted, I found out that Rose studied dance as a young girl, but quickly decided on a career in fashion once she learned how to sew as a teen. Later, she studied fashion design, where she learned about garments and their construction, and how clothes flowed on the body. She told me that she developed most of her sense of style by just studying regular people off the street. She said that she was fascinated with the clothes people wore, and how they developed their own personal style. Though she was just in her late 30s, she steadily worked her way up from unpaid college intern to fashion editor of the prestigious magazine. She offered me a cup of tea, and I watched her make her way across the room to the kitchenette in the studio. She still danced as a hobby, and her walk was so graceful, that I held my breath watching her glide across the floor. Constance didn't speak much at all; she mostly nodded as she made notes in her daily planner. I noticed that it was the new style that came decorated with an expensive alligator-skin cover. She also quickly typed notes into the newest Blackberry. We spoke for a few minutes about the look they wanted for Gabrielle's photo shoot. Rose booked the beautiful African-American actress in order to both feature her new projects coming out, as well as showcase the hottest clothing lines of the new season. Rose was very specific about the style she wanted for the overall layout: Her vision was to showcase Gabrielle as a fashionable South Beach socialite. The ocean view just beyond a lavish beachfront cabana would be the backdrop, and Gabrielle would model rich silk dresses, modern separates and stylish swimsuits. Thankfully, I had done a similar look before, and both ladies were pleased at my results as they flipped through my photo book. Once we agreed upon a fee, they agreed to book me as part of the style team. I was particularly grateful since I had little experience with shoots this big. Appreciative of the opportunity, and wanting to make the best first impression I could, I wore a fitted light blue blouse with a short, midnight-black skirt that seriously tested the laws of decency. Though I was petite, just at 5'4", I worked hard to keep in the best shape possible, and they both seemed to appreciate it. I noticed that Rose's eyes lingered on my legs a bit too long, but I was used to flirtatious women. She was too cool to approach me then, but I decided to keep my eyes on her. Constance continued to hold back, but as she hugged me goodbye, I felt her soft hands gently caress my back. This was going to be an interesting job. ~~~ Today's shoot was pretty straightforward: Gabrielle was the sole actress for the layout. Once she arrived, she'd go directly to wardrobe. When her final fittings were completed and her hair was styled, she would come to me for makeup. She would then be dressed and photographed directly on the beach. The set was designed as a luxurious oceanfront cabana. Vibrant red, gold and blue tapestries were draped from the roof to the sand. An ornate sleigh bed sat in the middle of the structure, surrounded by small tables decorated with exquisite antique pieces. Tens of candles, all unlit but very colorful, also adorned the space. A second, smaller "styling" villa was steps away, and housed the wardrobe and makeup rooms. Inside, racks of clothes sat by the door. A large table in front of a grand, full-length mirror was positioned toward the back of the room. Two small production trailers sat between the two structures. The first trailer, I learned, was for catering; the other for additional equipment. As I walked into the styling villa, I heard a loud voice behind me. "Nikii!" I spun. Rose quickly moved to embrace me. "I'm glad you're here." She checked her watch. "And you're early! Even better!" She grabbed my hand. "Gabrielle is scheduled to be here shortly. In the meantime, let's have some breakfast, shall we?" I walked with her out to the catering trailer. Stepping in, I was pleased to see an elaborate buffet of delicious items. Grabbing a plate, I filled it with a selection of fresh fruit and a couple of warm, flaky croissants. Following Rose, we walked outside to a short bench right on the beach near the sidewalk. We chatted for a few minutes, all the while me noticing her eyes again on my exposed legs underneath the hem of my dress. Chuckling, I silently bet that she'd hit on me before the day was over. All of a sudden, a dark SUV pulled up to the curb just behind our bench. A woman with a medium-build and dark sunglasses hopped out of the passenger's side and walked over to us. We stood as Rose spoke first. "Hey, Melinda!" She turned back to me. "Nikii, this is Melinda Brown. Melinda is Gabrielle's personal assistant. Melinda, this is Nikii Clarke. She's today's makeup artist." Melinda tipped her shades down to her nose and regarded me with an icy stare. "Nikii Clarke. I hear you're friends with Charlene Drew?" "Yes, I-" Melinda rolled her eyes and abruptly turned back to Rose. "Gabrielle will be here shortly. Now, she has a tight schedule today. So the sooner we can get started, the better." As the three of us walked back to the styling villa, Melinda stopped me. "I need to talk to Rose privately. Can you...just go somewhere else?" Well, damn. But I needed to remain professional. "Sure. No problem," I smiled. "I'll be inside if you need me." Back in the styling villa, I unpacked my makeup case. With nothing to do just yet, I chatted with a few of the production assistants. As we talked, I heard a light voice. "Nikii?" I looked around to see Constance Sharpe walking toward me. She wore a close-fitting white button-down shirt with smartly tailored white capri pants. Next to her was a very pretty young lady; most likely in her early to mid 20's. The girl was dressed in a hot pink silk blouse with jeans that hugged her slender legs. "Hi Constance," I smiled. Such pretty ladies. This job was getting better and better. "Gabrielle should be here shortly," Constance said. "First, she'll get fitted for the outfits. Then she'll go to hair, and then to you for makeup. In the meantime, let's go over the looks we want today." She paused. "Oh. By the way, this is Fran. She's our production assistant. She's the one who called you." "Hi, Nikii," Fran said shyly. I was immediately taken with Fran's perfume. The scent of sandalwood adorned her trim body. I felt a delicious throb between my legs, but I was forced to ignore it for the time being. Just then, Constance's cell phone rang. She excused herself to take the call. Fran and I stood there grinning at each other for a moment. I couldn't believe that I was so taken with this young lady. Regaining my composure, I thanked her for being so professional when she called me. After that, she warmed up to me, and we really hit it off. While chatting, we grew much more comfortable with each other. We ended up talking about the industry, and I found out that, like me, she also had a love for fashion, beauty and style. We exchanged stories about working on set. She had me laughing with tales of being a young production assistant with such a celebrated magazine. I wanted to ask her out badly, but I wasn't sure if she even dated women. With her, I couldn't really tell. I thought I noticed some interest, but I just wasn't sure. But if the opportunity presented itself, I'd definitely take advantage of it. A few minutes later, Rose, Constance and Melinda joined us. We had a quick meeting to discuss Gabrielle's looks, and the mechanics of the shoot in general. Fortunately, I was also able to slide in a confirmation of my fee. Once we were done, I stepped outside for a moment to enjoy the warm Miami sunshine. As I stood there, a black SUV pulled up to the curb, similar to the one Melinda rode in. The driver got out and opened the side door. I immediately recognized the milk chocolate Barbie doll, and my mouth began to water. Clad in a simple gray tank top, denim shorts and dark sunglasses, Gabrielle Union carefully exited the SUV. Melinda hurried up to her and the two spoke quickly. Surprisingly, Melinda led Gabrielle straight to me. "Gabby, this is Nikii. She's your makeup artist," she said flatly. "Aren't you Charlene's friend?" Gabrielle had the sexiest, most seductive voice I'd ever heard. "Yes, Ms. Union. It's nice to meet you." "Likewise. But call me Gabrielle. So...let's get started, shall we?" Her sexy voice, low and husky, gave me delicious chills. ~~~ Gabrielle's first shot featured her modeling a scarlet red crochet mini dress. The delicate spaghetti straps rested comfortably on her smooth, milk chocolate shoulders. The front of the dress teased her chocolate nipples, which threatened to show through the intricate threaded pattern. The hem of the dress hit just at her mid thigh, exposing her creamy dark brown skin. Wanting her makeup to complement her dress, I applied dramatic shades to highlight her beautiful dark skin. I decorated her eyes with a striking golden hue, and added jet-black mascara to her lashes. I used a rosy blush that gave her cheeks a sensual glow. To her lips, I applied a dramatic red lip color with just a hint of sheer gloss. Admiring herself in the mirror, she raved about how much she liked it. They had her pose in the cabana, lying seductively on the bed. Once ready, she moved easily from pose to pose as the photographer snapped her lithe frame. Not surprisingly, the shots came out perfectly. We next changed her into a flirty black silk blouse with black cuffed silk shorts. Draped over her shoulder was a thin, silk leopard-print wrap. Dark sunglasses completed the sophisticated look. My job was easier this time. Rose asked me to do light, nude shades on her eyes and lips. Again, Gabrielle loved her look and praised me endlessly. All the while, Melinda stood quiet in the corner, but I felt her icy glare. Once she was ready, she was sent back to the cabana. Again, she was flawless in her poses, and was totally comfortable in front of the camera. The shots were absolutely beautiful. Rose called for a one-hour lunch break before we would style Gabrielle for the final shots. After a quick bite to eat, I again took a seat outside on the bench to enjoy the atmosphere. Just then, I heard a soft voice call my name. I turned to see Fran standing behind me with a wicked grin. "May I join you?" I smiled at the pretty young woman. "Sure." "So, how's it going?" she said as she took a seat next to me. She was so polite and sweet. "Good. Kind of tired, though. I'll be glad to get back to the hotel later." "A nice hot bath, huh?" I sighed. "Yes. Steaming hot." "A massage, maybe?" "I wish! I have a lonely hotel room waiting for me. And an empty condo in New York." "Oh," she said. "So you're...single?" I grimaced. "Yeah. My job keeps me pretty busy. Too busy, sometimes." "I find it hard to believe that no one's snapped you up yet." I wanted to turn the tables a bit. "Well, what about you? Are you with someone?" "I broke up with my girlfriend over a month ago." Girlfriend? I perked up. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah." We winked at each other and laughed. She gently touched my dress. "By the way, this is a really pretty outfit." That was my cue. "And you're a really pretty girl." I reached out and stroked her hair. Suddenly she leaned into me and kissed me on the cheek. As sweet as it was, I didn't want it taking place right on South Beach. Reading my mind, she grabbed my hand. "Come on." Nearly running, she led me across the street to a large parking lot. Unlocking a black SUV, she ushered me into the back seat. Locking the door behind us, she spoke softly. "I've never done anything like this before. But you are so damned fine!" She slid her arms around my waist and pressed her lips against mine. Fran ran her hands all over my body. I moaned at the delicious shivers that ran through me. I felt lightheaded as we continued to kiss passionately. I undid my belt and let it drop to the floor. She whispered in my ear. "We don't have much time." She leaned in and kissed and licked my nipples through the thin fabric. "Oooh," I sighed. Her voice deepened as her passion rose. "I want you so bad, baby." She knelt down in the cramped space and scooted between my legs. Lifting my dress, she slid her hands to my panties and expertly removed them. "I'm gonna keep these," she winked. Suddenly, I felt a warm, wet sensation directly on my clit. I moaned uncontrollably as Fran's tongue danced all over my wet pussy lips. Other than my sighs and moans, the only noise in the SUV was the sound of Fran licking me gently, teasing me at first. Soon, however, her pace increased and her tongue moved faster and faster as she drank my juices. "Oh, baby! That feels so good," I sighed. Without thinking, my hands gently gripped her hair to direct her movements. "Yes, honey, yes. Honey, please don't stop! Please...Oh baby!" Taking this as her cue, she licked with more deliberate strokes. My honey flowed from deep within me and the exotic scent permeated my nostrils. Grabbing my hips, she pulled me closer, never letting up on my sensitive clit. I threw my head back and lost myself in the delicious sensations. I could feel my orgasm building quickly, so I reached under my dress to caress my rock-hard nipples. "Don't stop, baby! I'm almost there," I moaned. "Please make me cum, baby...Please! I need it baby. I need it so bad...Oh God, baby...Baby, please!" Licking faster and faster, Fran's lips kissed and sucked my delicate jewel. Higher and higher I climbed until the sensations were unbearable. Fran's attention to my wet pussy was almost too much. "Oh baby! Baby, pleeeeease!" I moaned over and over. "Your tongue feels so good...Ah...Ahhhh...Oh God!" All at once, my body exploded as if dynamite had been set off. "Ahhhhh!" I screamed in ecstasy as my body turned into molten lava. Grateful, Fran licked up the sweet nectar that almost spilled out of me. Panting, I tried to regain my composure as Fran raised off of the floor and sat next to me on the seat. I pulled her into a heated embrace and kissed her deeply. Tasting my own sugary sweetness, my pussy tingled again with pleasure. Before I could return the favor - and I fully planned to turn her little ass out - her cell phone rang. Lunch hour was over and we were being summoned back to set. I kissed her again and hugged her tight. "Later, baby," I whispered. "I promise." She nodded as we exited the SUV, but not after programming our numbers into each other's phones. ~~~ As I walked back to the set, I ran into Melinda. "Nikii? Can I see you for a moment?" She led me behind the building. "First, I have nothing against you. Or your kind. Just do me a favor, ok? Stay away from Ms. Union." What? I thought. It's Ms. Union now? Ok. She continued before I could respond. "For some reason she's...taken with you. Now I can't control her or her personal life. But I can make life difficult for you if you interfere," she snapped. "Do I make myself clear?" I was on the verge of snapping right back at her, but I kept cool for a moment. I wasn't going to let this nosy, bitter woman throw me off my game. "Crystal," I replied. Her mood instantly brightened. "Good. And actually, I think you've done a good job so far," she offered. Then her mood immediately darkened again. "But I need for you to stay in your place. And, unless it's work related, stay away from Ms. Union." As fast as she arrived, she turned and left me standing there alone. By now I was fuming, but what could I do? This was my biggest job to date, and I couldn't afford to be blacklisted. But I had to smile. Gabrielle was "taken" with me? I laughed. I guess I had it goin' on. ~~~ Entering the styling villa, I prepared for the final shots. Soon after, Gabrielle came in, wearing a soft pink bathrobe, and flanked by Melinda and two stylists. Gabrielle sat at the table and I prepped her skin for the final makeup application. Her final look would feature her modeling a silvery metallic swimsuit. I applied a shimmery pink eye shadow to her lids and a glittery bronzer to her cheeks. I kept her lips rich and luscious with a vibrant deep rose lipstick and a very light gloss. Looking in the mirror, she smiled. "That looks beautiful, Nikii." Her husky voice still excited me. "You're very talented," she said as she rose to leave. "Not yet. I have one last surprise." I winked playfully at her. She grinned and sat back down. As I looked up, Melinda had a stern look on her face. Ignoring her for the moment, I pulled a small black box out of my makeup case. "Take a look at these." Lifting the cover, inside were tens of tiny Swarovski crystals. They ranged in color from clear to light blue, and from rose to yellow. "Oooh! Those are so pretty!" she exclaimed. "I'm going to place a few of these crystals around your eyes for a dramatic accent. And I'm using regular old eyelash glue, so they'll come off easily." "Go for it, babygirl!" She high-fived me, and we giggled. I glanced across the room. Melinda's bitchface almost made me burst out laughing. Carefully, I applied the delicate crystals around her eyes. The clear stones would be the perfect match to the metallic swimsuit. Finally finished, I stepped back so we could admire her look. My breath caught. Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled more brightly than the crystals. The gloss on her lips made them delightfully lickable. Her dark tresses lay in gorgeous waves across her shoulders. Our eyes locked in the mirror. Heat was rising in me fast. "Gabby, let's get you changed," Melinda interrupted. As she left, Gabrielle gave me a quick hug. "Thanks, hon!" Just then, a flurry of activity was at the door. I heard a shout. "Gabby!" I turned to see a surprising sight. The beautiful Christina Milian strolled into the room, followed by a slim, buttermilk-colored Latin beauty. Christina was simply gorgeous, clad in only a sparkling gold bikini top and denim shorts. Her golden hair, in deliciously curly ringlets, hung seductively down her back. Her honey-colored skin was simply radiant. She was so adorable, yet at the same time devilishly captivating. "Hey, Sunshine!" Gabrielle exclaimed as the two ladies hugged. "How are you? I'm glad you made it! I didn't think you'd have the time." Christina laughed. "Girl, I'm fine. Of course I had to come and see my number one girl while I'm in town!" She paused. "And my interview doesn't start until later, so I'm good." Christina stopped and looked at her closely. "Girl, your makeup is fierce!" she exclaimed. "I love those crystals!" Gabrielle turned to me. "This is Nikii. Nikii Clarke. She's the magician today. Her work is excellent." Nervously, I shook Christina's soft hand. "Hi there. It's nice to meet you Ms. Milian." "Girl, it's Christina." She turned to the lady next to her. "This is Jasmin Ramirez, my stylist." Jasmin gave me a friendly wave. Her bright smile put me at ease. Gabby spoke again. "Christina, let's go outside in the sun for a minute while they get my wardrobe together." I stood in awe as the ladies walked outside, chatting all the while. I had to admit: I loved my job. ~~~ The final shots featured Gabrielle directly on the sand. Her lean body lay seductively out in the sun. Even the photographer was sweating while shooting her luscious body. A small crowd gathered to watch. It seemed as though we were all mesmerized by her natural beauty. A couple of hours later, Rose declared that the shoot was a wrap. I'd seen some of the film, and it was impressive. Gabrielle's sexy poses lit a roaring inferno in me. Composing myself, I quickly removed Gabrielle's makeup and thanked her for the opportunity. As I finished, Christina and Jasmin came back in to chat with her. I thought I should say goodbye to Melinda, but, thankfully, she was nowhere to be found. Strangely, neither was Fran. I was a bit disappointed that I didn't get to say goodbye to her, but I had her number and I'd make sure to call her later. As I packed up my equipment, Rose and Constance gave me my check and said I was free to leave. They both hugged me and said that they were impressed with my work. They also said they'd be calling me again in the future. ~~~ Exhausted, rather than wait for a ride, I just caught a cab back to the hotel. After unpacking and undressing, I drew a hot bath in the huge whirlpool tub, and poured in a generous amount of bubble bath. While it filled, I stepped out onto the balcony and enjoyed the serene Miami sunset. The magnificent colors - deep oranges, reds and blues - relaxed my spirit. Once my bath was ready, I soaked my tired body for what seemed like forever. All of a sudden, the hotel phone rang, interrupting my relaxation. My first instinct was to just let it ring. I normally used my cell phone for all my calls. However, it might be Rose or Constance, so I quickly came to my senses and jumped out of the tub. "Hello?" "Hi. Nikii?" Was it-? It couldn't be. "Yes, this is she." "It's Gabrielle. I hope I'm not disturbing you." Was she kidding? "No. Of course not." "I found out from Rose that you're staying in the Setai too. I'm a few floors above you." Wow. The Universe must really love me. "What can I do for you?" She paused. "I was wondering...I've got a couple of your crystals. I think they fell off while we were shooting. I wanted to make sure you got them back." "Oh, it's ok. I'm sure you're busy." "No. I insist." I got excited. "Do you want me to come up?" "No," she said a little too quickly. "I mean," her voice lowered, "I'm not alone. I'll just come down there, ok?" "Sure. I'll be here." "Thanks." Then she hung up. Quickly, I dried off and threw on my silk bathrobe to cover my damp, naked body. The royal blue fabric teased my rigid nipples, making them even harder. Ten minutes later, there was a soft knock at the door. I opened it, and Gabrielle stepped in. Her dark hair was pulled into a neat updo. She wore a white tank top and a short white cotton skirt. Her rich chocolate legs were firm and luscious. She reached into her bag and handed me a small piece of folded-up fabric. "I didn't know how to carry these, so I just wrapped them up. I hope that's ok." "It's fine. They'll be fine." I felt my heart beating furiously in my chest. She turned to the window. "It's such a beautiful sunset, isn't it? Like paradise on Earth." "Yes it is. Miami is turning out to be my favorite place. I think I just might relocate here." "I totally understand. I have a place here myself. If you do decide to move, you'll love it." She looked at me. "You know, I was really pleased with your work today. But I hoped you'd come with us out to dinner." "Dinner?" I was confused. "I didn't know you all were going out." She frowned. "I told Melinda to invite you personally." I sighed. "I didn't get the message. But I'm not surprised." "I don't understand." "Nevermind. I'm sorry." "No, wait. Did Melinda say something to you?" "Ms. Union-" "Gabrielle." "Ok. Gabrielle. I can't afford any problems right now." I got nervous. "I'm new to this biz. I can't-" "She told you to keep your distance from me, didn't she?" Surprised, I nodded. Gabrielle sighed. "She's a really good person." She sat on the foot of my bed. "She's looking out for my well-being. She doesn't want to see me get hurt." She motioned me to sit next to her. "But I know what I want." Boldly, she reached out and gripped my chin. Her touch was firm and gentle all at the same time. "I'm a pretty good judge of people. I have to be, in this business. I can tell you're a sweetheart. Not like the sharks I deal with on a daily basis." She stroked my hair, still slightly damp from my bath. "You're a good person. Very good. And Charlene says you're wonderful." I sighed. Charlene again. I had to talk to that girl and fast. But Char had been cleverly avoiding my calls for the past few weeks; our only contact being through a series of brief text messages. But before I could protest, Gabrielle's full lips captured mine in a heated kiss. Passion swirling out of control inside of me, I kissed back. Shaking off my nerves, I lost myself deeper into our hot kisses. Suddenly she stood up. "Let's get comfortable." With a grand gesture, she pulled her hairpins out, and let her full, long tresses shake free. Next, she grabbed the hem of her tank top and slowly raised it above her head, stripping it off. Nude underneath, her luscious breasts sat deliciously high on her chest. She twirled and did a cute pirouette. We giggled. I slid back on the bed so that my back rested against the headboard. "Are you going to give me a show?" I joked. "Oh, you want a show?" She turned her back to me. Playfully, she shook her cute tush. I heard a snap as she undid her skirt. Wiggling her ass, she shimmied out of the skirt and kicked it across the room. She turned back around and stood in front of me, clad in only a cute pair of sparkly pink panties. I motioned her to me. She crawled seductively onto the bed and slid on top of me, lightly kissing my heated flesh on the way. She undid the tie on my bathrobe and slid it off of my heated body. Boldly, I flipped her onto her back and my lips went directly to her scrumptious breasts. I licked and nipped the chocolate flesh until she moaned in ecstasy. As I teased the soft skin, I felt her hands in my hair pulling me closer. Kissing down her sweet body, I flicked my tongue in her navel. Giggling, she squirmed underneath me. "Ticklish, huh?" I launched into a full-on tickle assault. "No!" she squealed, and wriggled to get away. Laughing, I held her down and teased her until she was out of breath. Finally, I released my grip. As she panted, trying to catch her breath, I shocked her by stripping off her panties and diving directly into her sugary wetness. "Oh God!" she screamed. Her hot body lifted up off of the bed. I held her hips as I licked and sucked her wet pussy. After a few minutes, I drew back. "Open your legs wider," I ordered. She spread her legs wider, exposing her pink jewel. I leaned back in and used the tip of my tongue to gently trace her swollen lips. Her taste was warm and tangy, and her scent went directly into my brain. I loved eating her wet, juicy pussy. "Oh yes, baby," she moaned. "Lick me, baby! Lick my wet pussy!" I looked up. Her hands caressed her breasts, and her slim fingers teased her hardened nipples. Her pretty face was flushed with passion and her mouth hung open. Her delicious honey flowed from deep within, and I lapped it up quickly. My own throbbing need almost consumed me, but I was determined to satisfy this chocolate doll first. Lifting her legs up onto my shoulders, I buried my head in her wetness. "Baby," she wailed. "Baby, I love it!" I tongued her swollen clit over and over. Her body twisted and turned on the bed, tangling the sheets. I could feel her legs shake as her passion increased. I kissed her clit repeatedly, making her moan even louder. "Oh, baby. Baby, eat me!" she cried. "Eat my pussy, Nikii! Baby, pleeeeease!" I paused for a moment to reach toward the nightstand and grab a small black pouch. Her eyes grew large as I removed a soft pink vibrator and a small packet. Ripping the condom package open, I deftly unrolled the latex over the toy. Diving back between her legs, I easily slid it into her wetness. Her back arched and she cried out. "Oh, oh, oh!" I stifled a giggle at her surprise. Moving the toy in and out, I concentrated wet, juicy circles with my tongue on her clit. "More. Keep going, baby!" she moaned. "Don't stop, honey! Oooooh! Don't stop!" I kept up the delicious pressure on her pink gem. As I felt her body tremble, and heard her moans intensify, I knew she was close. Spreading her legs wider, I licked as hard and as fast as I could. I could see her stomach muscles tightening and hear her breathing become more labored. "I'm so close," she moaned. "Don't stop!" In and out, I stroked her deeply with the vibrator, inching closer and closer to her sweet spot. All of a sudden, she tensed up. "I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm cumming! Now, baby, now!" As she peaked, I turned the dial on the vibrator from off to high. The insistent buzz was drowned out by her passionate screams. Her warm juices flowed copiously, bathing my face in her sweet nectar. Keeping up the in-and-out movement, I turned the dial up and down, and continued teasing her swollen clit. The shocking movements set off another explosion in her body, and another. Abandoning the toy, I held her hips and hung on tight through her multiple orgasms. I kept licking her sweet pink pearl over and over, delighting in the sweet taste. My face was nearly drenched with her delicious elixir. Finally, after an eternity, she seemed to be calming down. Temporarily sated, she continued to tremble as she sighed with pleasure. Her body then gave out and she went limp. I gently removed the toy, and softly kissed the insides of her thighs. She giggled at the ticklish sensations. I continued to nuzzle at her damp flesh. "Nikii!" she laughed. "You are wonderful! Come `ere." The bed sheets lay tangled underneath us as we embraced and kissed gently. "Now it's your turn." She licked my neck and bit me softly. Her lips felt so good. My hardened nipples waited expectantly for her soft tongue. My body was a blazing inferno and I couldn't wait much longer for my release. My throbbing pussy nearly made me come undone. Just then, I heard the soft chime of a cell phone. She groaned. "Shit! It's mine." She slid off the bed and ran to her handbag. "Hello?" I panted as she spoke to the caller quickly, but firmly. I sensed the beginnings of an argument. My passion dropped a few notches as I tried not to listen. "Yeah. Sure. Fine." Irritated, she snapped the phone shut. She sighed heavily. "Baby, that was Melinda. I have to go." She quickly began to dress and pull herself together. "I have to get to the airport. Turns out, I snagged an audition in L.A. But it's first thing tomorrow morning, so I have to fly out tonight." She gave me a sad look. "I'm sorry." She reached back into her handbag and handed me a small, white envelope. I waved her off. "Rose already paid me for the day." She insisted. "Consider it...overtime," she winked. I felt a bit weird, but took the envelope anyway and placed it on the nightstand. Suddenly, she snapped her fingers. "Oh! Before I forget. What are you doing a couple of weekends from now?" "I have a couple of jobs early in the week, but after that, I think I'm free. What do you need?" "It's not me, hon. It's Christina. She absolutely loved your work. She's appearing at the MTV Video Music Awards in Las Vegas in a couple of weeks. She's looking for a couple of girls for her style team. It's going to be a pretty big job. She's hosting a party, and doing some interviews, and I think she's doing a red carpet gig for MTV. Are you interested?" Was she kidding? "Sure! I'd love to help." "I'll let her know. Give me your number, and I'll pass it along to her and Jasmin." Quickly I leapt off the bed, grabbed a pen and paper off of the desk and scribbled down my contact information. Taking the paper, she embraced me and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, baby!" She waved as she left the room. I grabbed the envelope and stepped back onto the balcony. Opening it, I found a personal check made out to me for a very generous amount. I chuckled. Just then, my cell phone chimed. Checking the display, it was Fran. She was texting me to see if I wanted to hang out. I had to smile. Life was definitely good. Definitely. Stephanie Rose Productions (C) 2007. All rights reserved. www.StephanieRoseHeat.com [email protected]

The following is a fictional parody, not approved of, nor authorized by, the celebrities named. None of the events are true. This fictitious parody is protected speech under Hustler Magazine, Inc., et. al. v. Jerry Falwell. No harm is intended toward the celebrities named. Furthermore, publication of any and all trademarks contained herein are not authorized by, associated with, nor sponsored by the trademark owners. ~~~ The Makeup Artist by Stephanie Rose (A sexy makeup artist loves her celebrity clients.) ~~~ Chapter 8.5: Beyonc Knowles apologizes to Janet Jackson. ~~~ "All right everyone! Ms. Jackson doesn't have all day! Lunch time's over, so let's get back to rehearsal!" Facing the mirrored wall in the spacious dance studio, Dant Zane watched as twelve scantily-clad dancers slowly lined up behind him. Noticing their sluggish pace, he clapped his hands soundly. "Come on, people! Let's go, let's go! Chop, chop!" Dant watched as the dancers perked up only slightly as they began to stretch their lithe and toned limbs. He even noticed a few of them yawning. Then he looked around the spacious practice room and noticed Janet's other team members working diligently on the sidelines. He noticed Krystal Pennington, Janet's lead makeup artist, sketching various looks on a large sheet of paper while talking with Melinda Paul and Ramn Luiz, Janet's hairstylists. Also, Janet's wardrobe coordinator, Sophia Duvalier, was busy consulting with the sewers and the tailors about Janet's new costumes. He even noticed the small group of musicians in the very back of the room quietly reviewing their sheet music. Dant quickly realized that out of all of the people in the room, his dancers were the working the least. Irritated, he turned around and faced Janet's dance team. "All right everyone," he began sharply, "I already showed you the first part of the routine before we broke for lunch. Now while Janet finishes up her meeting in the office upstairs, let me show you the second part, okay?" "Sure, Dant," a light, feminine voice called out. Janet's dance team captain, Caprice Bristow, a fit, dark-chocolate colored beauty with long, black hair pulled into a low ponytail, then turned to the rest of the group. "Let's get it together, y'all," she said. "Come on now, let's go." "Thanks, Caprice." He looked around. "Okay. Let's get in position." The rest of the dancers nodded listlessly and moved into a V-formation. As a further distraction, the bright, sizzling-hot Atlanta sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making them that much more lazy and lethargic. Dant spun around, scowling. "Alright, y'all. I know we've been at this since seven this morning. And it's now," he glanced at the clock, "it's now almost one. But we still have a lot more routines to cover. And as the lead choreographer, Janet's looking for me to make sure y'all are on point. So let's get it together, please?" Just then, a light voice rang out. "Dant? Let me talk to them for a moment, okay?" Everyone turned to see the slim, Grammy award-winning, caramel-colored goddess standing in the doorway. "Of course, Janet," Dant said, stepping back graciously. "The floor is yours." He turned to the dancers. "Everybody, listen up!" Dressed in a navy-blue sweatshirt cut just below her firm, rounded breasts, Janet's taut midsection was on full display. Her delicious honeyed-caramel skin looked absolutely soft and silky. Her long, dark hair was pulled up into a girlishly-cute top ponytail, but the gorgeous beauty before them was all woman. Though she wore minimal makeup, her sparkling eyes and bright smile were all the enhancements she needed. She'd added a light coat of mascara and a light gloss on her lips, but her natural beauty could have easily allowed her to go barefaced and have the exact same exotic allure. Her gray sweatpants were loose and baggy, but they couldn't hide her sturdy back, which gently swayed into her tight, rounded tush. As she moved, everyone in the room paused to admire her graceful, fluid gait. "Hey everybody," she said softly as she walked to the center of the room. "Hey," they whispered in unison, visibly star-struck. "I know y'all are tired," she said. "But I need to make sure this choreography is tight for the tour. So bear with me, okay?" Everyone nodded, visibly perked up with excitement of seeing their favorite musical icon, even though it'd only been an hour since they'd seen her last. "Ok," Janet smiled as she took her place in front of the mirror, right next to Dant. "Let's start back with the old school medley, where we left off before lunch. The first part of, `What Have You Done For Me Lately,' okay?" Dant nodded and motioned to the young woman standing across the room at the CD player. The assistant cued up the music, and in an instant, the hard drums began, followed by the slick keyboard. Dant raised his hand. "One, two...one, two, three, hit it!" On cue, they launched into the routine. Bodies gyrating, they glided across the floor in intricate formations, rolling in time with the pounding beats. Their fit, trim and incredibly sexy bodies, now glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, pumped and rocked all over the floor. Janet lost herself in the rhythm, her body following the intricate choreography, but still giving her own personal flair to the moves. Her dark hair whipped around her face, but she was too in tune with the music to notice. She rolled her hips and waist, grinding her body into the space she occupied. Her lithe and toned arms and legs followed suit, making her entire body a sensuous, sensual entity whose sole purpose was to entice and coax the audience into an erotic frenzy. All of the other people in the room were struck silent with the erotic display. And while all of the dancers kept up with Janet's seductive moves, the entire room couldn't help but be focused only on her. All they could see was her pretty face, now fixed with a steely resolve, her skin, now gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat, her rolling hips and her tight ass and thighs. Then all of the dancers split into pairs and their bodies began to twist and wind around each other. Sweat began to drop from their lithe bodies as they snaked around each other, creating a steamy-hot, sensuous rhythm. All of a sudden, they began a series of sharp, precise moves. The dancers struggled to keep up with Janet's brusque, military-style. Dancing for several minutes, the group finally reached the bridge of the song. Dant held up his hand. "Now, right here, Jan, on this beat, I want to add in a new move: a hip roll. Like this." He rolled his midsection in luscious, tight circles for four beats, then extended his leg to the side and dropped down; continuing the seductive rolls low, almost down to the floor. "Try that," he said, standing upright and wiping the sweat from his brow. With intricate precision, she duplicated his movements, rolling her hips seductively, then extended her leg and dropped her body, rolling her hips. "Yeah, Jan," he said. "Just like that. Looking good!" She stood up, a curious look on her face. "Okay, everybody!" Dant called out. "The rest of y'all try that hip roll too. One, two...one, two, three, hit it!" On cue, the dancers imitated Dant's move, gyrating their hips to the beat of the music. "Wait! Stop, stop!" Janet shouted, her irritation rising quickly. "That hip roll looks familiar." A blush creeped up Dant's pecan-brown face. "Um..." She snapped her fingers. "Oh my God! That's Beyonc's hip roll! From the Single Ladies video!" Janet's caramel skin turned bright crimson. "Why in the hell would I want to do her move?" she exploded. "You like her stuff," he said, incredulous. "You were just telling me last week how much you loved that video." She shook her head. "Not since all that shit she was talking about me, I don't!" Dant frowned at her outburst. "Jan, I don't understand." "Yeah, Jan," Krystal interjected. "Remember when I told you about my friend Nikii Clarke? She was Beyonc's makeup artist for her Madison Square Garden concert? She said Bey was fantastic to work for. A real doll." Janet spun around and glared hard at Krystal. At the steely glare, Krystal immediately stopped talking and began to fiddle with her sketchpad. Regaining control, Janet took a deep breath. "About Beyonc. Well, there was this interview she did. An interview she just did. And I don't know how my name even came up, but she took it upon herself to infer that her family was better than mine. That she grew up middle class and we didn't. That her parents raised her better than my parents did us. I mean, can you believe that shit?" "Janet -" "And on top of that," she continued, her eyes blazing, "Miss Queen Bey's been calling me every day since the article came out. I guess she's trying to apologize." Janet rolled her eyes. "Of course I'm not taking any of her calls." "Janet -" She grew more agitated. "I mean, first of all, you shouldn't say shit like that anyway. I didn't do anything to her! But if you are going to talk shit about someone, at least be woman enough to stand by what you say. Don't come crawling on your hands and knees after the fact." "I had no idea." "Look, Dant," she said, angrily pacing the floor. "Forget all that other shit. The bottom line is that I pay you good money to come up with original moves. I don't pay you to steal routines from other people!" "Again, I'm sorry, Jan. Really." A pained expression crossed her face. "But Dant, how could you?" "I thought it'd be an homage to one of your favorite artists," he said, a weak smile on his face. She walked right up to him until there was just a scant inch of space between their bodies. She put her finger in his face. "Look. Until she apologizes for all that trash she was talking about me and my family, I don't want to hear a thing about her! Understand?" He nodded. "Yes, Janet. Sure." He put his hand on her shoulder. "And again, I'm sorry." She nodded absently, then turned to the group. "And that goes for the rest of you," she called out. "No more Beyonc. In fact, I don't even want to hear her name. Understand?" The dancers, frozen in place and tension registered all over their bodies, just nodded. "Alright," she snapped. "Let's get back to work." She pointed to the girl in the corner. "Cue the music!" The music started again and they launched back into the spirited dance routine. As they danced, a young, thin woman, Ivy Parker, suddenly appeared in the doorway. She held up a cherry-red BlackBerry phone. "Excuse me, Ms. Jackson?" Janet continued dancing, oblivious to the voice. "Excuse me? Ms. Jackson?" Ivy said more loudly, still waving the phone. Janet's head whipped around. "Yes?" she called out over the music. "You have a phone call." "From?" "Beyonc Knowles." As if on cue, the music stopped and everyone stared at Janet. Her anger rose again. Her eyes closed into slits and her cheeks turned bright red. "Her again? Well, tell her, yet again," she spat, "that I'm not interested in talking. Then just hang up on her!" Ivy blanched. Then she quickly recovered, put the phone back up to her ear and left the room. Janet sighed. Then she pointed to Dant. "Okay, people. Let's get back to work!" ~~~ Audra Cunningham set the phone down on the receiver and looked up at the slim, but curvy woman standing over her. "I'm sorry, Bey. She still won't take your call." Beyonc tossed her sandy-brown hair back over her shoulder and sighed. "This is harder than I thought." She looked out of the hotel window and stared at the rainy London skyline. The gray, grim colors matched her mood. Audra looked at her. "Why is this so important, Bey? I mean, you keep trying to call her to apologize about the magazine article. And she keeps rejecting your calls. Maybe we should just give up? I mean, why even bother anymore?" Beyonc shook her head. "I have to keep trying." Audra looked at her boss. She was used to seeing Beyonc focused, but now, this was a woman on a mission. As one of Beyonc's many personal assistants, she knew how tightly scheduled her rehearsals, interviews, photo shoots and performances were. However, Beyonc's number-one focus this day, and for several days now, was getting in contact with Janet Jackson. "This is really important to me, Audra. So I need you to keep trying to reach her." Audra nodded, realizing that she had an important job to do, but today, as she was most days, she was constantly distracted by Beyonc's natural beauty. The soft-spoken, yet insanely famous entertainer wore a simple T-shirt and jeans, but the end effect was stunning. First, Beyonc's long hair had been styled with soft, gentle waves. With a gentle lift at her crown, the lengthy tresses skimmed down past her shoulders and tumbled down her back. Her makeup was just as simple and just as dramatic. She wore soft rose shades on her eyes, complete with dark eyeliner to give her eyes a smoky look. Her cheeks had been given a soft rosy tone, and her lips featured a stunning coral gloss. All of the elements combined together to give her face an undeniable beauty. She wore a modest, light-gray T-shirt that pressed tightly against her rounded breasts. The thin material did little to hide the thick nipples that lie beneath. Her light-colored jeans were extra tight, showing off her beautifully curvy hips and thighs. Though she was a small woman, her body was well-rounded, ripe and ready to devour. Audra shook her head, trying desperately to refocus on the job at hand. She decided to delicately try to prolong their conversation. "I don't mean to pry," she asked, "but why is this so important?" Beyonc sighed. "Remember Inauguration Night? When I sang for President Obama and First Lady Michelle? As I stood there, I realized that things really do have to change, and change for the better. Especially in the entertainment industry." She grew more animated, using her hands to make her point. "I mean, there aren't too many of us black female artists. So we need to stick together. We've got to stick together. Which means that we can't let words get between us. Which means that I have to explain to her what I meant. And tell her that I didn't mean any harm." Beyonc continued to stare out the window, deep in thought. Then she snapped her fingers. "Okay, Audra. Time for another approach." Audra picked up her pad and pencil "What do you need?" Beyonc put her hand on her lusciously curved hip, and stroked her chin. "I need you to do a complete profile on Janet. Her favorite foods, her favorite flowers, her favorite colors, the works. And do it quickly. I need to put this plan in motion tonight." "Pretty sneaky, boss," Audra laughed. "But what exactly do you plan to do?" Beyonc laughed, tossing her long, sandy-brown hair behind her. "I'm going to get my point across, that's what!" ~~~ Later that evening, Janet lounged in the back of her jet-black luxury SUV. Exhausted from the vigorous rehearsal, she leaned her head back on the headrest and closed her eyes and tried to relax. However, her anger began to rise at Dante's betrayal. "I can't believe he did that to me," she said, gritting her teeth. But she couldn't help but admire Beyonc, the `Golden Goddess,' as she called her. As pissed as she was, Janet was always amazed at the girl's rise to stardom. "Though I was much younger than her when I got started, I remember being that age," she said, thinking about when she first saw the first Destiny's Child video years ago. "They looked so damned young!" Janet stared out the window at the Atlanta night skyline rushing by. "Beyonc's what, in her mid-twenties now?" she chuckled. "Hell, she's had a lifetime career already. Just like I did. Shit, I remember touring before I even knew what `touring' was." She began to grow angry again at Dante's betrayal. However, she thought about the rounded breasts and thick thighs she'd seen in Beyonc's latest video. "That girl's body is nice, though" Janet smiled. Just then, a male voice rang out from the front of the car. "We're here." She looked out the side window and was surprised they'd made it home so quickly. He pulled up the driveway and right to the front door. He quickly jumped out, ran around, opened her door, and helped her out. "Thanks," she said yawning. As the young man grabbed her bags, Janet walked inside. Drowsy, she passed through her spacious foyer, heading to her bedroom. She passed by a bouquet of white roses, then a vase filled with pink tulips, then a collection of deep purple orchids. Suddenly, she looked around and gasped in surprise. Her vast foyer, normally empty, had been filled to the ceiling with a, enormous selection of exquisite floral arrangements. To the left, sat huge bouquets of pink, white and yellow roses. To the right, numerous vases of brightly-colored tulips lined the room. Janet also admired the calla lilies, snapdragons, hydrangea, peonies and gardenia that filled the room. "Luisa?" Janet called out. "Luisa what is all of this?" A slim, pretty Cuban woman hurried into the room. "Que, Ms. Jackson? Janet pointed around the room. "What's all of this?" "S. It's a delivery." "From who?" "There's a card right there," Luisa said, pointing to the largest bouquet. "But I didn't look at it," she said in her clipped Cuban accent. Janet smiled, her high cheekbones making her face simply adorable, as she plucked the card out of the bouquet. She read it slowly, then she blanched. She repeated the neatly printed words out loud: "I really think we should talk. Bey." Janet blinked. Then, in an instant, she waved her hands toward the grand display of affection. "Luisa? Get all of this out of here! Right this instant!" ~~~ Seated at the desk in the lavish hotel room, Audra looked up from her laptop. "Bey? I just checked the florist's website. I see that the flowers and candy were delivered, but I haven't heard anything from Janet or any of her reps." Still in London, Beyonc lay on the chaise lounge flipping through a thick copy of her latest movie script. "Call her again, please." She waited as Audra tried to place the call to Janet's assistant. Again, she was shot down cold. Audra sighed as she snapped her cell phone shut. "Ok, Bey. What now?" Beyonc sat, eyes closed for several long moments. Then suddenly, she opened her eyes. "Okay, Audra. Time for Plan B." ~~~ The next morning, Janet sat in her breakfast nook, hunched over her laptop, sipping on a hot cup of herbal tea. Her muscles were sore from the previous day's rehearsal, but there was still more work to do, so she relaxed as much as she could. She lifted her head when she heard her phone rang. "Hello?" "Hi Janet. It's me, Ivy. How's it going?" Janet smiled. "Good, Ivy. What's up?" "Well," the young woman said coyly, "I just got a call from your attorneys. They just got off the phone with the legal team over at the Style Network." She paused dramatically. "It looks like they've come to an agreement about your new TV show!" Janet perked up. "Great!" The Style Network had begun a new department that specifically handled celebrity reality shows. They'd recently offered Kimora Lee Simmons a lucrative deal, which proved to be a smart business move. Kimora's reality show, now in its third season, regularly attracted new viewers and, even better, new advertising dollars. This deal made Kimora more money than any of them had originally hoped. However, Janet's new deal was worth several times that. The hook was that this show would take the viewers backstage on Janet's new concert tour, giving the audience all of the behind-the-scenes action. It was unlike any show of its kind, and with Janet's popularity and veteran concert experiences, the new six-part special, Janet Jackson: Behind the Veil, promised to bring in millions of advertising dollars to the network and to Janet herself. Ivy continued. "I'm calling because your lawyers are sending over a copy of the contract. It should be there this morning by courier." Janet glanced at the clock. It was just after eight and her rehearsal wasn't scheduled until ten. "So, the documents should be here shortly, then, right?" Janet asked. "Sure. They should be there any minute." "Okay. Good." Then the doorbell rang. "Okay, Ivy. That's the door. I guess they're here already. I'll call you back later." She clicked off the phone, slid it into the back pocket of her tight, denim shorts and headed out of the kitchen and toward the front door. When she got there, Luisa already had the door open and was speaking to a young man in the crisp delivery uniform. "It's okay, Luisa," Janet called out, hurrying toward the door. "I've got it. It should be my delivery." "S, Senorita," Luisa said as she stepped aside. Janet reached the doorway and smiled at the young deliveryman. "Good morning. You have my package?" "Yes, it's right here," he said, pointing behind him. She followed his gaze, then she gasped. Behind the young man was a gigantic wooden crate, about six feet tall and three feet wide. The huge crate took up the entire space on her narrow concrete walkway. "Those aren't my documents," she frowned. "Documents, Ma'am?" "Yes. I'm expecting a set of papers from my law firm." "I don't have that package, Ma'am," he answered. "This is from," he glanced at his clipboard, "Beyonc Knowles. Will you accept it?" Janet was taken aback. "Well...what's in it?" He glanced back. "I really can't say, Ma'am. I have no idea." She took a deep breath. "All right. Sure. Fine." He handed her the clipboard and she signed the packing slip with a distinctive flair. Then he stepped back to the crate and lifted a thin, metal cord at the top of the large box. "Now, when you want to open this crate, all you do is pull this cord. But stand clear, because the front of the crate will come right off." She nodded, and stepped aside as he set the clipboard onto the pavement, then wheeled the crate into her spacious foyer. "Thanks. Thanks a lot," she smiled once he'd gotten the large box situated in the middle of her foyer. "Thank you, Ma'am," he said, tipping his hat to her. As he walked back outside and retrieved his clipboard, he turned back to her. "And by the way, I loved your last album!" "Thanks," she blushed, then shut the door behind him. "So. I wonder what this is?" Janet mumbled, as she studied the large crate. Luisa shook her head. Janet reached for the cord, then held it in her hand for a long moment. Then she pulled it hard. The front panel of the crate disengaged instantly and she quickly jumped to the side before it crashed to the ground. When she looked inside, she gasped. Stuffed tightly inside the crate was a plush, snow-white, life-sized teddy bear. Standing a full six feet tall, the oversized plush bear filled the entire space. She stared at it for a moment, speechless. Then she noticed a glittery silver bow tied around its neck. She also saw that nestled in the crook of one of its arms was a bouquet of pink roses. Wrapped around its other wrist was a silver ribbon. Clipped to the ribbon was a small envelope. Janet unclipped the envelope from the ribbon and opened it. She smiled as she read the neatly printed words: "Can we at least talk? Bey." Looking at the enormous stuffed animal, Janet continued smiling as she shook her head. Then she began to giggle. Soon, she was laughing loud, from deep within her heart. In an instant, she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and dialed quickly. The feminine voice barely answered before Janet began to speak. "Hi, Ivy? It's Jan. Listen...do me a favor? Get me Beyonc's assistant on the phone..." ~~~ Beyonc lay in the large bed in the back cabin of the private jet. She tried to concentrate on reading the script and learning her lines, but she kept replaying the conversation she'd had with Janet Jackson just a few hours earlier. "So she wants to meet, huh?" Beyonc mused as she flipped through the pages of the thick script. She tried to keep her attention on her work at hand, but her thoughts began to drift to her musical idol. With several hours until she landed in Atlanta, Beyonc reflected back on when she first noticed her attraction to the icon, Janet Jackson. "I loved all her videos, especially What Have You Done For Me Lately," Beyonc mused. "But the one that did it, was that Pleasure Principle video," she smiled. "Those tight black jeans on that firm, tight booty? Mmmmm." She shifted on the bed as her nipples stiffened at the thought. Unable to concentrate any longer, she tossed the script to the side and leaned back against the pillow. Dressed in a peach-colored silk nightshirt that kissed her thighs, she trailed her hand over her body. As she thought more and more about her crush, her fingers ended up atop her rapidly-hardening nipples. "Ohhhh," she said as her body began to respond to her teasing, "Janet's been looking great lately. Nice and slim, but curvy all at the same time. She's so very sexy to me." Her body began to react even more, with her erotic core beginning to pulsate in a rhythm she knew very well. She also noticed that her sweet and sticky juices had started to flow. "Oh, Janet," she sighed as she pinched her thick nipples. "I can't wait to see you. To be next to you. To really show you exactly what you do to me!" Unable to resist the insistent throbbing deep between her legs, Beyonc slid her slim fingers into her panties. When she touched the moistened skin, she moaned gently. "Ohhh," she said, arching her back as even more wetness pooled beneath her. "God, that feels good!" She began to rub her swollen clit slowly, but picked up speed as her passion rose. "Jan," she groaned. "Oh, Jan!" Her fingers were wet and sticky with the passionate juices that flowed from her erotic core. "Ooooh," she sighed as her breathing quickened. She concentrated tight circles on her throbbing clit, loving the exotic feelings washing over her. Growing more excited, she settled her body into the soft sheets and began to rock her hips in time with her fingers. "Ahhhh," she sighed as erotic shocks started dancing through her body. Her breathing quickened and she began to pant with her rising passion. "Janet! Oh, Janet," she moaned, suddenly imagining Janet's tongue in place of her busy fingers. "Lick me, please! Oh God, eat me, baby!" Needing to increase her arousal, she slid a finger from her other hand deep inside of her. "Yessss, Janet" she cried as she continued tickling and teasing her clit. Soon, she added another finger inside of her. "Oooooh, baby" she moaned at the second delicious intrusion. Her ass began to bounce on the bed as her fingers slid in and out of her tightening pussy. Harder and harder she worked, trying desperately to reach her elusive climax, twirling her fingers over her swollen clit as she pumped more fingers in and out. Finally, her body could take no more teasing and gave her what she'd been searching so desperately for. "Oh, oh, oh," she exclaimed. "I'm cumming! Janet, I'm cumming! Yes! Yes, yes, now!" She arched her back as her body rocked back and forth on the bed. Bright lights exploded in her eyes as her powerful orgasm overtook her senses. Still rubbing and stroking her clit, her fingers were now drenched with her liquid passion. "Oh yes!" she cried, riding the waves of her climax. Eventually, her passion began to wane. Sitting up, she withdrew her wet fingers from her sensitive mound. Ever so naughty, she quickly slipped the damp digits into her waiting mouth. "Mmmm, tasty!" she giggled as she bell back against the bed. "Oh Jan," she moaned as she snuggled against her pillow. "When will I be able to show you how I really feel?" ~~~ Standing in her lavish bedroom, Janet stood at the mirror. She'd decided upon a modest, oversized jet-black silk tunic and a pair of wide-legged black slacks. Black ballet slippers completed her demure look. She'd pulled her dark hair off her face, secured the back with an ornate hairclip and let the rest flow freely over her shoulders. She completed her casual look with gold and bronze eyeshadow and blush, and a glittery, reddish-gold lipgloss. "Looking good, girlie," she said to her reflection. As she turned around, she heard the bells chime at the front gate. A couple of seconds passed, and Luisa's voice came over the house intercom. "Beyonce Knowles is here to see you." "Buzz her in." Janet walked to the window and waited an agonizing several minutes while the black SUV drove up to the front door. Watching intently, she licked her lips at the sight of Beyonc's driver helping her out of the stretch limo. Beyonc wore an ivory off-the-shoulder knit minidress with a gold belt cinching her tiny waist. Her sandy-brown hair was long, tousled and free and kissed her back and shoulders. Janet strained to see, but she eventually caught sight of Beyonc's gold, high-heeled sandals. She even caught a glimpse of her perfectly-manicured crimson-colored toes. As Janet admired Beyonc's golden skin and her long, luscious legs, a deep tingle began between her legs. She smiled as she watched Luisa let her into the house. "So, Miss Queen Bey," Janet mused, "what do you have in store for me tonight?" ~~~ "So," Janet said as she reached forward and picked up her champagne glass, "what do you really want to talk about?" Janet was seated in her vast living room on her plush sofa, with Beyonc sitting right next to her. "Are you trying to apologize for what you said about me?" she winked. "Actually, no." Beyonc said, taking a sip of the cool, amber liquor. "I wasn't trying to apologize." Janet nearly dropped her glass. "Excuse me?" "I stand behind what I said." A heat began at the base of Janet's neck and threatened to consume her. "You mean, you meant all of that garbage? You meant that trash you talked about my family?" Beyonce stiffened. "Well, I'm entitled to my opinion. And I expect that you probably disagree. I understand that. But," she said, softening, "I didn't have the right to say it publicly. I should have just kept quiet. That's what I'm apologizing for." Janet rolled her eyes and took a sip from her glass. "Semantics. I thought that'd be beneath you." "No matter what I said, or what I meant, I'm trying to make peace here. Can't I get a little credit for that?" Janet snorted. "You know," Beyonc said, changing the subject as she took another sip, "we're more alike than different." Janet tilted her head. "How so?" "Well, first, we love music. Deeply. And completely." Janet grinned. "Of course." "And we both work hard as we can." Janet nodded. "Often to the point of exhaustion." Beyonc sighed as she set her nearly-full glass down on Janet's glass coffee table. "True." "And we both go up and down in weight," Janet grinned as she took another sip. "Oh, don't I love food!" Beyonc laughed. Janet put her hand on Beyonc's knee and squeezed it gently. "And we both refuse to settle for anything other than the best." "Speaking of the best," Beyonc said, enjoying Janet's touch as she settled back even further into the plush cushions, "wanna know my favorite concert of yours?" "Yeah. I do." "It's when you were in Hawaii. That concert was classic! You were so fierce! I loved your outfit changes. You were so sexy!" Janet blushed and dropped her gaze. "Really?" "Of course," Beyonc grinned. "I even bought two copies of that DVD. I keep one at home, and I take the other one with me on the road. I mean, you're such a sexy woman!" Then Beyonc's voice lowered. "God, you're a sexy woman." Her hand still on Beyonc's knee, Janet began to stroke Beyonc's golden skin, inching up even higher on her leg. "Me? Well, what about how great you looked at your concert in Madison Square Garden last summer?" Beyonc sat up straight. "You were there? I didn't see you!" Janet shrugged. "I tried to come backstage right after you were done, just to say `Hi,' but your lead stylist said you couldn't be disturbed." Beyonc frowned. "Really?" Then she flashed on the instructions she'd always given Sandee after a performance: To lock the door and let no one in for twenty minutes. "Yeah," she blushed. "I was occupied. Sorry." Taking another sip from her glass, Janet slid back onto the couch. "Well your dancing was on point! And you looked great too. I mean, your outfits were dope, your hair was slammin' and your makeup was perfect!" Beyonc smiled. "My regular hairdresser, James King, did my hair. But that night, I had an awesome makeup artist. She was a replacement for my regular girl. Her name's Nikii Clarke. She's a freelancer. You should really check her out." Janet thought for a moment. "Nikii Clarke? I've heard that name before." Beyonc flashed on the special services Nikii provided to her. She shivered as she remembered how eagerly Nikii tongued her swollen clit. In only minutes, Nikii had her exploding in the ultimate pleasure. The quick orgasm Nikii gave her was definitely one of the best. "You should really check her out," Beyonc winked as she set her glass down and pulled out her cell phone. "In fact, here's her number." Janet looked at the display and made a mental note of the number. "Nikii Clarke, huh?" Then she snapped her fingers. "Oh yeah! One of my dancers, Krystal Pennington recommended her to me. Said she was an outstanding makeup artist." "She's right, so definitely take her up on it," Beyonc said, shivering at the explosive orgasm Nikii had given her right after that concert. "You'll never forget it!" Janet nodded. "I'll do that." They were both quiet for a few moments, each one feeling a gentle increase in the energy flowing between them. Janet tossed her dark hair back and cleared her throat. "Well, anyway, as long as we're coming clean, I have to admit. I loved your Single Ladies video!" Beyonc beamed. "Yeah?" "Yeah," Janet smiled as she took another sip of her champagne. "How long did it take you to learn that?" "Just a couple of days." "Really? That looked like a complicated routine. Plus, didn't you have to do it all at once? In one take? That's impressive!" Beyonc blushed. "Thanks. It's just that, well, we had a tight schedule. I had to learn it fast." "Don't I know about tight schedules," Janet laughed, as she sat back on the couch. "It seems like the entire 80s and 90s went by in a blur." Beyonc smiled. "I know. I used to study your moves all throughout the 80s and 90s. I can do almost every routine of yours, you know?" "Really? Thanks!" Janet said, her words slurring slightly as she began to really feel the effects of the alcohol. "But you do well too." Boldly, she leaned forward. "Wanna know my favorite move of yours?" Beyonc nodded. "Sure." "I just love that hip roll! In the Single Ladies video." "Yeah, I get that a lot!" Beyonc laughed. "Everyone loves that move!" "Wanna see me do it?" Janet asked. "My choreographer just taught it to me." "Sure. Go for it." Janet downed the last bit of liquor in her glass, set the glass on the coffee table and stood up. As if on cue, she started gyrating her hips. Feeling bold and confident, she rolled her luscious hips in beat with the internal rhythm deep inside her. "Get it, girl!" Beyonc laughed. "And with no music too! Impressive!" "Ahhh, yeah," Janet said, bending low and feeling the moves. "I've got it now!" As Beyonc watched Janet, a raw heat began to rise in her. "I guess it's now or never," Beyonc whispered. "Well, you've almost got it," Beyonc said, rising up off the couch. She moved right behind Janet. "But you need to do it like this." Beyonc put her hands on Janet's hips and gently moved them in a slow circular motion. "It's like this, baby," Beyonc cooed behind her, right in her ear. A carnal heat suddenly rushed through Janet. She closed her eyes as she felt her body tingling. Her nipples hardened at Beyonc's touch and at the soft whispering in her ear. Beyonc stroked Janet's rounded hips as she guided them in tight circles. "Just like that, baby," she whispered. "Just like that." A soft moan escaped Janet's lips. "Ohhh." "You want more, baby?" "Yesss! Please!" Beyonc slid her hands underneath Janet's tunic until they were just below Janet's firm breasts. "Can I touch `em, baby?" Beyonc murmured. "Oh God, yes!" Beyonc slid her hands up and cupped Janet's round globes. She squeezed softly, then palmed the taut flesh in her hands. "So beautiful, honey," she whispered. "You are so beautiful," she said, flicking out her tongue to lick Janet's neck. Janet's head began to spin. She put her hands over Beyonc's and guided them in tight circles on her breasts. "Ohhh," that feels good," Janet moaned. "Just like that, baby! Just like that!" Beyonc swirled her tongue all over Janet's neck and behind her ears as she continued teasing Janet's breasts. As she did so, she pressed Janet's body back against her own, molding her frame into Janet's. Ever naughty, Beyonc removed one hand from Janet's breast and used it to unclip Janet's hair. Janet sighed as the thick, dark strands fell free around her neck and shoulders. "Ohhh," Janet whispered. Beyonc ran her hands through Janet's hair. "You're so gorgeous, baby," Beyonc sighed. Then she quickly placed her hands back on Janet's breasts and squeezed them over and over, even running her thumbs over the stiff nipples. In a bold move, Beyonc slid her hand down the front of Janet's slacks. "You know, I've thought about this for a while now," Beyonc cooed in Janet's ear. "You were always so sexy to me." Unable to speak, Janet shivered as Beyonc's fingers made contact with her panties. "Look at you! You're so wet," Beyonc teased as she stroked the soft fabric. "Do I excite you?" Janet sighed. "Baby, please!" "Please what?" Beyonc asked innocently, her fingers now wiggling their way into Janet's panties. She worked the silky material until it was out of the way. With a quick flick of her wrist, Beyonc's fingers touched Janet's swollen clit. "Yesss!" Janet exclaimed. "Oh God, yes!" Beyonc rotated her wrist while she kept her fingers locked onto Janet's pussy. "Like that baby?" she cooed as she stroked the damp skin. Janet threw her head back. "More, please! Oh God, give me more!" "No, Chica," Beyonc chuckled. "We're gonna take this nice and slow." She skillfully worked her fingers in small circles on Janet's clit. Janet's hips began to rotate in time with Beyonc's gentle stroking. Though her passion was rising slow and steady, Janet knew that she'd soon need the ultimate release. Suddenly needing more, Beyonc dropped to her knees. She reached up to Janet's midsection, wrapped her fingers around the waistband of her slacks, and pulled down. Janet's curvy ass, thighs and legs were fully exposed, her brown skin gleaming. Beyonc turned her around and found herself face-to-face with Janet's bare mound. "Ooooh, baby," Beyonc cooed. "You're bare. That's so sexy, baby!" Janet reached up and yanked off her top as Beyonc slid out of her minidress. In only seconds, they were undressed and staring at each other's nude body; Janet enthralled with Beyonc's golden-hued body and Beyonc loving Janet's luminous caramel skin. "You are so gorgeous," Beyonc said as she gripped Janet's thighs. Beyonc moved forward and pressed her lips to Janet's heated flesh. "Ooooh," Janet cried at the electric touch. She closed her eyes again as she felt Beyonc's tongue swirl around her taut skin. Quickly overheating, Beyonc nudged Janet's thighs apart and dove into her juicy wet pussy, licking and sucking the sugary wetness that flowed copiously. "Ohhh," Janet sighed, still standing on rapidly-wobbling legs. "Oh yesss!" Beyonc looked up for a moment, grinned at Janet's closed eyes and open mouth, then went back down to enjoy more of Janet's juicy, wet slit. Janet lost herself in the delicious licking and sucking that Beyonc was doing to her heated quim. "Ooooh, honey," Janet sighed. "Ooooh, that feels so good!" Janet's rounded hips bucked faster, then faster, as Beyonc upped her tongue strokes on her sensitive clit. Sweat beaded on Janet's skin, giving her silken skin a delightful sheen. "God, Bey! Oh my God!" Janet cried. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!" "Come on, honey," Beyonc moaned into Janet's wet slit. "Cum for me! Cum for me, baby!" "Ahhhh," Janet sighed as the erotic sensations intensified. Her body was blazing hot, but shivering as if she were freezing. Her senses were on overload at the Golden Goddess below her, teasing her to ecstasy. Beyonc used her fingers to open Janet's pussy even more. She admired the luscious pinkness, then planted soft, gentle kisses on the damp flesh. "Yesss," Janet hissed as her passion rose even higher. "Right there, baby! Right there!" Beyonc continued flicking her tongue over the swollen pussy lips, up into Janet's pussy and back down to her clit. "Come on, Jan! Give me that juice! Give me that cum! Right in my mouth, baby!" "Ooooh," Janet cried as she got even closer. "Oh, that's it! That's it, baby!" Beyonc licked her fingers and slid a slender digit deep into Janet's tight pussy. She wiggled it around for a moment; then pumped it in and out, in time with her wicked tongue strokes. Janet jumped as she felt the double sensations. In an instant, her body began to peak. "Oh, Bey! I'm about to cum!" Janet shouted, her back arching. "I'm about to cum! Oh God, now!" Beyonc held on tightly to Janet's hips as her iconic lover writhed and moaned in pure ecstasy. "Come on, baby," Beyonc urged as she licked harder and faster, trying to draw out the goddess' orgasm. "Give it to me!" Janet pinched her taut nipples and squeezed the supple flesh, moaning even louder. Finally, Janet rode out her climax and collapsed onto the couch, panting. Before Janet knew it, Beyonc began to lick and suck Janet's pussy into a second orgasm. "Oh God!" Janet cried. "God, what are you doing to me!" Beyonc steadied herself and dove even deeper into Janet's sugary wetness. Her sandy-brown hair was splayed over Janet's thighs as she licked and teased Janet into orgasm number two. "Cum, Jan! Cum right now!" "Yes, Bey!" Janet screamed. "Now! I'm cumming again! Now! Now! Right now!" Janet's body nearly leapt up off of the couch as she moaned loudly. Her slender body began to shiver and shake as sticky-sweet juices flowed into Beyonc's mouth. "Oooh, baby," Beyonc whispered. "You taste divine!" Finally, Janet stopped wriggling and just lay still. However, she was still panting, her body still tingling with pure ecstasy. "Did you like that, baby?" Beyonc whispered. "I think you did, honey! You looked so beautiful when you came!" "Ohhhh," Janet moaned. "Oh God, that was sooo good!" Janet opened her eyes to see Beyonc squirming, her hand on her silken mound, all composure having suddenly disappeared. "I need to cum bad!" Beyonc groaned, sitting up on her heels. "Janet, baby, please!" "All right, honey, your turn now," Janet purred. "Lay back right here," she said, patting the space next to her on the couch. "And spread your legs wide!" Beyonc barely had a chance to rise up from the floor and sit down before Janet pounced. Janet grabbed Beyonc's hair and pulled her forward. "I want you so bad, baby," Janet moaned as she pressed her lips against Beyonc's. With no hesitation, Beyonc kissed back. Janet found that she was ecstatic that Beyonc' lips worked so passionately against hers. The iconic twosome lost themselves in each other's warmth and passion. Then Janet lowered her head began to suck hard on Beyonc's honey-colored nipples. "Ooooh," Beyonc sighed, her back arching. "I love it, baby! I love it!" Janet's swirled her tongue over and around the turgid peaks. Wanting to increase the passion between them, Janet playfully nipped her stiff nipples with her teeth. Beyonc sucked in her breath at the sharp sensations coursing through her body. "Cannibal," she teased. Janet grinned as she went back to flicking her tongue all over Beyonc's soft, smooth skin. Finally, after much teasing, Janet settled herself between Beyonc's outstretched legs. Janet leaned in and swiped her eager tongue onto Beyonc's moist pussy. Then she plunged it deep inside. "Oh God, yes!" Beyonc groaned as she felt Janet's tongue slide deep into her pussy. Beyonc immediately began to rock back and forth, trying to get even more of Janet's tongue into her wetness. "Ahhhh," Beyonc sighed as she settled back onto the soft pillows. "Your tongue feels so good, baby!" Janet buried her face deeper into Beyonc's silken mound. She lapped up more of the sweet juices the flowed copiously from deep within Beyonc's pussy. "You taste marvelous, honey," Janet purred around Beyonc's pussy lips. "So good! So, so good!" Beyonc rocked her hips in a wicked rhythm, trying to keep up with Janet's eager tongue. "You're so beautiful," Janet moaned, enjoying her perfect view of Beyonc's juicy, wet pussy. "So fuckin' gorgeous!" Beyonc's body eagerly sought release. She worked her hips up and down, ecstatic that Janet's tongue was so busy working on her clit. Then Beyonc stiffened, her body going into overdrive. "Ohhhhh," she moaned. "Now, Jan! Now!" "Get it, girl!" Janet said, urging her on. "Get it, baby!" "Yessss!" Beyonc screamed as her orgasm overtook her entire body. "I'm cumming, Jan! Oh my God, I'm cumming!" As Beyonc's sweet nectar flowed into her mouth, Janet's slurped it right up. "Oh, fuck! You're so sweet," Janet cried, "More, baby! Give me more of that sweet juice!" Then, just as Beyonc's passion began to wane, Janet began licking Beyonc's pussy even faster, sending her into another climax. Then another. And another. All the while, Janet kept her fingers busy. She inserted two fingers into Beyonc, setting off another round of electric orgasms. Janet found that her face nearly became drenched with all of the liquid honey that flowed from Beyonc's erotic core. Beyonc eagerly rode out one climax after another. She excitedly bounced her hips, thrilled and exhilarated that so many orgasms were bursting through her body. Beyonc's voice became hoarse as she screamed and cried out her passion over and over. She was totally outdone that her musical idol was pleasing her so fully and completely. Finally, Beyonc's body went limp and collapsed back onto the couch. Rolling over onto her side, she moaned into the cushion, her body still tingling and throbbing. Janet rose from the floor, sat next to Beyonc, and wrapped her arms tightly around her new lover. "Are you okay, baby?" Janet asked gently. All Beyonc could do was nod. After a moment, she started to speak. "My ears are ringing!" Janet laughed as she stroked Beyonc's hair. "Then it must have been good, huh?" As they lay intertwined, Beyonc sighed in complete satisfaction. "So. Have we buried the hatched? I mean, are we friends now?" Janet smiled as she pulled her Golden Goddess closer. "Always, baby! Always!" "Good," Beyonc whispered as she leaned in even closer and gently kissed Janet's lips. "Then, let's move this upstairs, Jan. I have so much more that I need to show you..." (C) 2009 Stephanie Rose Entertainment. 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Publication of any and all trademarks contained herein are not authorized by, associated with, nor sponsored by the trademark owners. ~~~ Pledges by Stephanie Rose (The hottest black sorority recruits new members.) ~~~ Chapter 7: The Pledging Process The Sisters continue the abuse. ~~~ "Bam!" Nadia's eyes shot open as the searing pain raced through the back of her head. "Ouch!" she said sharply as she rubbed the newly sore spot and tried to orient herself to her surroundings. She touched her hair again and frowned. "What the hell?" In addition to the sharp pain now at the back of her head, she found that her thick, curly, reddish-brown hair was matted like a helmet. Then she licked her lips, only to find a sour taste in her mouth. "Ugh," Nadia said, frowning again at the taste of her morning breath. "Have we been here all night?" As she fluffed up her curls, she looked around. She was surprised to see that she was sitting on a thick, carpeted floor with her back against the wall. Kara was on one side of her, Mickie on the other. Roxie sat on the end, completing their foursome. She looked down and found that she was still in her black sweatsuit. Not only that, they were still in the well-furnished basement of the Rho Sigma Tau Sorority House. She then realized that she'd been sleeping with her head hanging down and banged it when she suddenly jerked backward. Nadia carefully raised her head again, trying not to bang it on the wall for a second time. Then she peered at the clock on the wall on the other side of the room. It read just before 6am. Still somewhat groggy, she started to recall the events of the night before: At just after 6pm, they were led downstairs to the lower level of the Sorority House. The Sisters called it the basement; however, this was unlike any basement the pledges had ever seen. The "basement" had wall-to-wall plush carpeting, a full bar in one corner and a pool table in the opposite corner. Several steel-tipped leather chairs and matching tables were spread out around its perimeter. The room was filled with all types of freshly-cut flowers in heavy, antique vases, giving the room a sweet-smelling fragrance. The pledges also noticed the exotic, ethnic artifacts on the tables and the expensive artwork adorning all of the walls. Unfortunately, the pledges couldn't readily appreciate their surroundings because immediately after they were situated, the Sisters put them through a rigorous pledging session from 7pm to 2am that morning. Being drilled on pledge history, being embarrassed, being ridiculed and being tormented made up their seven-hour marathon pledging session. The pledges did their best to keep up, but found themselves no match for the twenty-two Sisters of Rho Sigma Tau. Finally, just after 2am, the Sisters abruptly ended the session and left the pledges in the basement, trembling, exhausted and scared out of their minds. Still sitting up against the wall and watching the clock inch closer to 6am, Nadia frowned when she suddenly heard a set of feminine voices. She looked around at the other pledges, but they were all still asleep. "What the hell?" she said, looking around. "Am I going crazy?" Then she looked up to see a dark space just above her, covered with silver-plated metal rods. "Are those voices coming from the heating vent?" she wondered. Once Nadia quieted herself and strained her ears to hear, surprisingly, she could make out the voices pretty clearly. She bristled once she realized that the Sisters were talking about her and her pledge line sisters. Using her keen powers of deduction, but still a bit tired and groggy, she figured out that the room above them was most likely the study, and that the voices were most likely those of Lina and Miko. Then, in an instant, everything went silent. She sighed as she rested her head back against the wall. "I wonder what this day is going to bring," she mused as she watched the clock inch even closer to 6am. ~~~ At that exact moment, Lina stood in the kitchen pouring herself a glass of orange juice. Noting that the clock on the wall was about to strike 6am, she yawned and stretched. Dressed in a tiny white tank top and a matching pair of boyshorts, her lithe, cinnamon-colored dancer's body was nearly nude, but yet proudly on display. "Ready for another pledging session," she said as she took her glass and padded barefoot back to the study. She'd been there for the past hour making notes for the upcoming lessons she wanted the pledges to learn. She frowned at the sight of all of her papers scattered across the desk. "You're so messy," she laughed as she began putting the papers in order. A minute later, she was almost done gathering up the documents when she heard a knock. "Hey girl," Miko said, as she strode into the room. "Ready for the 6am pledging session?" Lina laughed. "More ready than we were when we were pledging!" Miko smiled and put her hands on her hips. As she did so, the thin, lacy soft-pink camisole that hit just under her firm, rounded ass, raised even higher. "Well, just for the record, I think you're doing a great job getting the pledges in shape." Not having made love to anyone but herself for the past few weeks, Lina took a long, seductive look at Miko's soft, silky skin, but quickly composed herself. "You do, Soror? You think I'm doing a great job with them?" "Absolutely," Miko said. "I mean, when we were pledging, we had it rough. You know that." She pursed her lips as Lina shuddered at their memories of freshman year. "Rough is an understatement. We were flat-out hazed," Lina mused. "True," Miko said, "but with these girls? You've been nothing but fair. And I respect that." Lina smiled. "Thanks. Thanks a lot. I needed that." "So, what's on the agenda for today?" Miko asked. They spent the next minute or so going over the day's lessons and assignments. Each of the pledges individually, and as a group, had daily Sorority history that they had to learn. They also had a daily volunteer activity and a daily gift that they had to present to the Sorors and the Sorority as a whole. Sometimes the gift had to be a handmade item, but most of the time, the pledges gave daily gifts consisting of just verbal speeches about what the Sorority meant to them. Each and every day, Lina wanted the pledges to show appreciation to the Sorority and respect for its rich history. By doing so, Lina wanted to install into each pledge, a sense of pride and belonging to her beloved organization. Though the Sorors were tough and oftentimes stern, they each loved the pledges and wanted to induct them into the Sorority with lots of love and affection. To insure this, their stringent selection process made sure that each of the pledges would be proudly accepted by each and every one of the Sorors. Additionally, what the pledges didn't know, and wouldn't find out until the very end of their pledging process, was that each Soror prepared a daily gift for each of the pledges in return. Thus, on the night that the pledges crossed into the Sorority, each Soror would shower each pledge with the gifts they'd made and bought over the pledging period. As a result, most of the time on their Induction Night, also known as their Crossing Night, each new Soror received upwards of several hundred gifts each. The gifts were most often small Sorority trinkets and handwritten poems and letters, but also included elaborate handmade paddles and other Sorority paraphernalia, cute, yet expensive clothing with the Sorority's letters emblazoned on them and generous gift certificates for clothing and beauty & spa treatments. And, despite the undergraduate Sorors' lavish generosity, these items didn't include the gifts they'd receive from each of the Alumni Chapter members. "How's that sound?" Lina asked. "Think their daily assignments sound good?" "Sounds great!" Miko said, returning her smile. "But between you and me, Soror, I'm gonna go back upstairs, get dressed and get ready to give them another verbal beatdown!" Lina chuckled as Miko gave her dap. Then she watched the gorgeous, Asian Amazon leave the room, swishing her pert ass all the way. "I wonder what this day is going to bring," Lina mused as she continued gathering her papers. ~~~ At that exact moment, Sierra opened her eyes and immediately checked her alarm clock. Finding that it was almost 6am, she yawned, stretched out her milk-chocolate nude body and lay there for a moment. Still missing Lina's body next to her, a feeling she hadn't had in weeks, she sighed. "I hope we get this right," she said as she gazed at the ceiling. "I hope we get back to where we were." Finally, Sierra tossed off the covers, jumped out of bed and headed for her bathroom. Turning on the faucet for her glass-enclosed shower, she frowned. "I wonder what this day is going to bring," she said as she stepped into the steaming hot spray. ~~~ At that exact moment, Monica was lying in her bed, upstairs in the sorority house, watching her wall clock inch closer to 6am. She remembered that the pledges were still downstairs and that there was another pledging session scheduled to take place in just a few minutes. However, she had something else on her mind. She stretched and her head began to throb from the events of the day before. She remembered meeting Luci after their chemistry class. Monica tried to talk to her, tried to console her about not getting to pledge Rho Sigma Tau. However, Monica soon learned that Luci was dealing with much more than just pledge rejection: In an instant, Luci broke down in Monica's arms, saying that she'd done something terrible. However, she wouldn't give any information. She just cried and apologized over and over. It took all of the skill Monica had to get Luci to at least agree to come to the sorority house. As it were, Luci was scheduled to arrive first thing that morning. "I wonder what this day is going to bring," Monica said as she got out of bed and headed toward the shower. ~~~ At that exact moment, upstairs in her Vice-President's suite, Tamryn slipped on her midnight-black, oversized Sorority sweatshirt. She'd already put on her black biker shorts, black socks and black gym shoes. Wearing the ominous black outfit that she reserved solely for pledging sessions, she quickly pulled on her fingerless black leather gloves. Her long, jet-black hair pulled into a tight ponytail and secured by a black headband, she turned and she admired herself in the mirror. "Ready, Chief?" she said as she winked in the mirror. Then she checked her alarm clock. At 5:59am, she grabbed her pledge paddle and her keys. "I know exactly what this day is going to bring," Tamryn grinned as she opened the door. "Pledge torment and abuse!" She whistled gleefully as she left her room, hopped on the elevator and headed toward the lower level. ~~~ At exactly 5:59am, and still seated against the wall, Nadia nudged Kara until the caramel-colored girl began to stir. Then Nadia tried to shake Mickie awake, but Mickie was too far gone. Nadia glanced down at Roxie who was still fast asleep, her head cocked oddly to the side. Kara yawned as she slowly opened her eyes. "Are we still here?" she murmured. "Yeah," Nadia whispered. "But maybe we'll get to leave soon." Kara, smoothing back her jet-black curly hair that had been pulled into a low bun, shot a hopeful look at her pledge line sister. "You really think so?" "Yeah," Nadia answered. Then they laughed together, leaning against each other, until they both dissolved into giggles. "Probably not," they said in unison. As they settled down, Nadia perked up. "Oh yeah. Guess what?" She pointed to the ceiling above them. "See that heating vent up there? Did you know that you can hear -" All of a sudden, Nadia was interrupted by the ding of the elevator bell. They looked at each other, not having any idea what was to happen next. "Rise and shine, pledges!" Tamryn boomed as she stepped off the elevator. "Time to begin your early morning activities! So stand up and come to attention!" Her smile quickly turned into a frown as the pledges struggled to stand. "Hurry up!" she barked. The foursome stood on wobbly legs against the wall. Before they could fully orient themselves, Tamryn pointed her paddle at them and started barking orders. "I want to hear the Greek alphabet. Now!" The foursome took a deep breath. "Alpha, beta, gamma, delta, - " Throbbing veins seemingly popped out of Tamryn's neck and she exploded. "Excuse me!" she screamed. "Where is my greeting? How dare you forget my greeting!" "Yes Big Sister Tornado!" they said in unison. The pledges immediately launched into Tamryn's personalized greeting: "Greetings, Big Sister Tornado, seer of all that is right, protector of all that is good! We are but worms, worms that slither on the ground! Worms that need direction and focus and discipline! And if we prove ourselves worthy, then maybe, just maybe, our beloved Big Sister Tornado will see fit to provide us with the direction, focus and discipline that we so desperately need to become worthy members of Rho Sigma Tau!" Tamryn glared at them as she twirled the paddle in her hands. "I swear, you four are the worst pledges I've ever seen! You worms know better than to forget my greeting!" she barked. "All right. The Greek alphabet. Now!" "Alpha, beta, gamma, delta -" "Tamryn, calm down," Lina said as she walked down into the basement. She took a look around, then she sighed. She turned to the four girls who were standing against the wall. "Pledges stop," she said quietly. Tamryn shot Lina an icy-cold look. "They were in the middle of the Greek alphabet, Lina!" Lina formed a sharp retort, but chose to close her mouth in front of the pledges. She motioned Tamryn over to the corner of the room. Once they were alone, Lina put her hands on her hips. "I know what you're doing, Tamryn. But we first need to make sure that they're all right. They had a rough session last night." Tamryn snorted and shook her head. "We weren't coddled when we were pledging. Why should we coddle them?" Lina rolled her eyes. "Making sure they're physically okay is coddling them?" Tamryn gave her a steely gaze. "Lina, you know we were pledged way harder than they were. All that mess that happened to us? That shit was borderline hazing. Remember when we were left out in the friggin' cold to fend for ourselves for over three hours? Remember when we were paddled to within an inch of our lives? Remember when we didn't eat for three days straight?" "Yes, and I remember how demoralizing that was," Lina said softly. "And that that shit had nothing to do with the true bonds of sisterhood. And you know that I vowed not to do that to anyone else." Tamryn sighed. "Yeah, I know. But I still think you're being a pussy about this." Lina cut her a cold look. "Like you've gotten any lately. I'm surprised you still know what it is," she shot back. Then Lina turned and left Tamryn standing in the corner with her mouth open as she went to rejoin the pledges. Lina clapped her hands. "Alright ladies. Listen up. You're going to have thirty minutes to eat. We have some things upstairs in the kitchen, so go help yourselves. And after you eat, you'll wait for our instructions. So go upstairs, now!" The pledges scrambled upstairs, in sheer disbelief for their luck. "Now what?" Tamryn asked as she rejoined Lina in the center of the room. "We wait thirty minutes. That'll put us at just about 6:30am. The rest of the Sisters should be up, so we can get started with their session then." Tamryn shrugged. "All right. But I still think you're being soft on them." "Anyway," Lina winked, "who said their session was going to be short? Hell, we still have a lot of morning left!" ~~~ At just after 8am, the doorbell to the sorority house rang. With all of the Sisters in the basement crowded around the pledges issuing orders, demands and instructions, Monica was the only one who heard the bell. Hoping it was Luci, she headed for the doorway. "I'll get it," she said over her shoulder as she climbed up the stairs. She ran all the way to the front door and threw it open. She saw Luci standing there, dabbing her eyes with a tissue. "Luci?" Monica said, staring at the distraught young woman. "Monica!" Luci cried. "Oh, Monica, I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry!" When Monica reached for her hand, Luci broke down sobbing. Monica quickly put her arm around Luci's waist. "Come on in, Luci," Monica said, ushering her into the study. "Come on in and tell me what's wrong. Tell me right now!" ~~~ "All right, ladies," Sierra said, walking in front of the pledges, eyeing them one by one. "I want to hear the Sorority Motto. Now!" As the pledges launched into yet another test of their knowledge about the Sorority, Monica came downstairs and went right to Sierra. She whispered in Sierra's ear for several long moments. Everyone watched silently as a deep frown crossed Sierra's face. Finally, Monica stepped back and waited for Sierra's reaction. After several long moments, Sierra finally spoke. "Ok, pledges, we're taking a break. Go and sit down right over there," she said, pointing to the same spot against the wall where they'd sat earlier that morning. "And don't move, or even speak, until I come and get you." The pledges scrambled and went to go sit against the wall. They huddled next to each other, waiting for further instructions. Then Sierra turned to the rest of the group. "Sisters, I need all of the members of the Executive Board to meet me and Monica in the study." Instinctively, Nadia looked up at the heating vent just over her head, but obediently kept quiet. "Aww, come on, Sierra," Miko grinned. "We were just getting started on these worms!" "Not now, Miko," Sierra snapped. "Just go into the study with the rest of the E-Board!" Miko raised her eyes, but obediently followed Tamryn, Brandi, Lina, Angela and Candace upstairs and into the study. Then Sierra turned to the rest of the Sisters. "Everyone else wait in the living room until we're done, okay?" Everyone nodded and went to follow Sierra's instructions to the letter. ~~~ When the Executive Board walked into the study, they saw Luci sitting in the chair near the desk. Sierra took her seat behind the desk as the other six E-Board members filed into the room. Lina, Tamryn, Candace, Brandi, Miko and Angela all sat on the two sofas that sat on either side of the small, but quaint Victorian-era designed room. Sierra looked around at everyone. Luci, her head down, had clearly been crying, as she was still dabbing at her reddened eyes with a tissue. Monica, a stern look on her face, had her gaze coldly fixed on Tamryn. Strangely, Tamryn was silent. Her eyes were fixed on the carpet. The remaining five Sisters just sat there, confusion written all over their faces. Sierra cleared her throat. "Ok, everyone. Here's the deal." She chose her next words carefully. "We have a...a situation. And it involves Luci." Sierra turned to the trembling girl, still hunched over and still sniffling. "Luci, why don't you tell us what's going on." "Wait!" Tamryn interjected. "She's a reject! Do we really have time for anything she has to say? I mean, this is nonsense! We need to get back to our business downstairs!" "Tamryn, quiet down," Sierra warned, anger rising in her like quickfire. "And keep quiet until I say otherwise!" The Sisters raised their eyebrows at Sierra's scolding tone, but they all kept silent. "Ok, Luci," Sierra said. "Begin." Luci looked around the room at the expectant faces. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, blocking out the penetrating glares. "Well...it all started with Jade. You know Jade, the president of the Mu Lambda Sorority? Well, Jade...she...she wanted to get even with you all." "For what?" Angela asked. Luci shrugged as she dabbed at her tears again. "I really don't know. I just know that she doesn't like y'all. In fact, I don't think any of the Mu Lambdas like y'all." "Okay," Sierra said. "Go on." "Well, she caught me one day after class. She...she...she told me to seduce Tamryn." "Excuse me?" Lina said. "What did you just say?" Luci's next words tumbled out uncontrollably. "I slept with Tamryn while I was still a potential. And I got it on tape!" "What? A tape?" Tamryn screamed as she leapt to her feet. Then, angrily pacing the floor, she tried to clean it up. "Sorors, you can't tell me you're actually believing her bullshit? She's a fucking reject!" Tamryn cried. "She's just trying to get even with us for rejecting her loser ass!" "Shut the fuck up, Tamryn!" Sierra boomed. "Just shut up, now!" "Come on, Sierra!" Tamryn pleaded. "Just listen to what I have to say first!" "No, you come on, Tamryn!" Sierra shouted. "How dare you jeopardize this Sorority by sleeping with a potential pledge! You know that's against the rules! So the only thing I want right now is for Luci to tell us the truth, so just shut the fuck up! And I'm not gonna tell your ass again!" Tamryn threw up her hands. "Sierra, don't tell me you actually believe this lying bitch -" Sierra jumped out of her chair and got right in Tamryn's face until they were a scant inch apart. "Say another word, Tamryn, and I swear to God, I'll shut you up permanently!" Lina grabbed Sierra's arm. "Whoa! Hold up, Sierra. Just calm down." Tamryn, visibly shaken, cowered into the corner of the room and wrapped her arms around her midsection. "Luci, do you have any proof of this?" Miko asked, trying to bring reason back into the conversation. "I mean, like, do you still have the tape?" Luci shook her head. "No, I don't have the tape. But I do have this." She reached into her back pocket and pulled out two folded sheets of paper and handed them to Miko. "These are copies of the checks Jade gave me. They say `tutoring fees' in the memo section, but that's not what they were for. They were my payment for getting the goods on Tamryn." Lina gasped. "You're telling us that Jade actually paid you to blackmail Tamryn? To blackmail us? Oh my God! She's insane!" Miko looked at the small pieces of paper. "I guess Jade didn't want to leave an obvious paper trail." Then she passed the papers to Sierra. "But I gotta admit," Miko said, "putting down the words `tutoring fees' makes it sound very innocent." "So where is the tape now?" Brandi asked. "Do you have any idea?" Luci paused and looked at Monica. "Go on," Monica urged. "Tell them." "The tape's with Jade," Luci sighed. She then turned to Sierra. "Remember the day you came to my apartment and told me that I wasn't in? Well, after you left, I went to the Mu Lambda Sorority House and I gave it to her." "Do you know what she did with it? Brandi asked. "She tried to put it in her bedroom safe, but she was having trouble getting it open. So I guess it's either in that safe, or it's in their safe in the basement." "Luci, why did you do this to us?" Candace asked, tears welling up in her eyes. "Because we cut you from the pledge line?" Luci shook her head. "Well, no." Then she put her head down. "Well, actually, yes. But at first, Jade said she'd get my scholarships revoked if I didn't help her. And she offered to pay me so I wouldn't have to work so many hours to pay for school. So I went ahead and did it. But back then, I wasn't gonna give her the tape. I was just going to destroy it." "What made you change your mind?" Sierra asked softly. Luci blushed. "It was after you came over to tell me that I wasn't getting in. As soon as you left, I was so mad and hurt and angry, that I called them and just went over there and gave it to them." All of a sudden, Luci began to shake. "Oh God! I'm so sorry!" she cried as she burst into sobs; fresh, hot tears spilling down her flushed cheeks. Sierra motioned for Monica. "Monica, take Luci into the kitchen. Luci, I don't want you to leave just yet. Just get something to eat, fix yourself up, and just wait for us, okay?" Luci nodded as Monica led her out of the room. When they left, Sierra got up and paced around the room. Tamryn took a cautious breath. "Sierra, let me explain." "Yeah, please, Tamryn! Please explain this one to me," Sierra spat. "Explain to me how you single-handedly tried to destroy our Sorority!" Sierra threw up her hands. "How could you, Tamryn? How could you? Are you that fucking stupid?" "It was a mistake, Sierra, damn!" Tamryn yelled as she ran her hands through her waist-length hair, now pulled out of the neat ponytail and tousled and tangled. "Luci seduced me! You heard her. She seduced me!" Then Tamryn put her hands on her hips, full of defiance and arrogance. "Besides, Sierra, you've made mistakes too," she said, growing visibly angrier. "Actually, Sierra, this is all your fault!" Sierra's eyes widened in surprise, then closed into slits. "What did you just say?" "In fact, if it were up to me," Tamryn continued, completely oblivious to Sierra's sharp rise in anger, "Luci wouldn't have ever gotten within ten feet of our House. And she certainly wouldn't have been on my list of potential pledges. So actually, this is your fault, Sierra, `cause if I had been elected President, instead of you, none of this would have ever happened!" Sierra's eyes blazing, she lunged for Tamryn, and her hands headed straight for Tamryn's throat. "I'm gonna fuck you up, you miserable bitch!" Sierra shouted. "Wait!" Miko said, grabbing Sierra's waist. "Not here. Not now." "Let me go!" Sierra screamed, wriggling in Miko's grasp. "I'm tired of this bitter, evil, angry, hateful bitch!" Miko turned to Tamryn. "Get out! Now!" Backing up in surprise, Tamryn suddenly sprinted out the door. Sierra wrenched herself out of Miko's grip, stumbled over to the desk and slumped into the chair. She put her head in her hands and began to sob. Angela, Lina and Brandi just sat there, stunned and unable to speak. "What do we do now? Candace moaned from her seat on the sofa. "What in the hell do we do now?" ~~~ "Oh my God!" Nadia exclaimed in a whisper from right under the heating vent. "Did you guys hear that?" "Yeah," Mickie said. "Can you believe it?" "I can," Roxie said. "Tamryn's a bitch. And she's sneaky as hell. She deserves to get in trouble." Kara felt her temperature rise with a sudden need to defend the woman she'd gotten a heartfelt apology from only days earlier in the student cafeteria. "It's not all Tamryn's fault," she said, letting her attraction to Tamryn rule her heart. "Jade is the one. She's the true mastermind behind all of this." Mickie shrugged. "Maybe, but Tamryn was out of line." "What do you think'll happen to her?" Nadia asked. Roxie shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe she'll get expelled from the Sorority." Kara shook her head. "Tamryn's a legacy. And her mom's a judge! She can't be expelled." "Yeah, but you heard them," Nadia said. "Sleeping with a potential pledge is against the Sorority rules!" Roxie nodded. "Personally, I wouldn't mind if Tamryn was kicked out. I just don't like that girl!" Kara held up her hands. "Wait, y'all. No matter what you think about her, Tamryn's still a Soror. So we all need to be on the same side." She looked at her pledge sisters. "It's about the Sisterhood, remember?" "You just wanna fuck her," Mickie snickered. "Yeah," Roxie added. "You think we didn't see it? You two have been making googly-eyes with each other since the very beginning." "We all saw it," Nadia said quietly. Kara blushed, but recovered quickly. "How I feel about her doesn't matter. The bottom line is that she's the Sorority Vice-President. And Jade's trying to take her down. We need to do something! We can't let Jade and those Mu Lambdas win!" Roxie sighed. "Okay. You do have a point. It is about the Sisterhood. And I love all the rest of the girls, so I'd hate for the Sorority to get in trouble because of Tamryn's stupid, senseless mistake." "Now you've got it," Kara said. She reached for Roxie's hand and squeezed it. "Go ahead and be mad at Tamryn if you want. Lord knows she deserves it. But first, we have to get them out of trouble." "Why us?" Mickie asked. "Because," Kara pleaded, "they've taken us under their wing. Out of all the girls they could have picked to join, they picked us. That has to count for something, right?" Nadia nodded. "They really do care about us. Outside of the pledging bullshit, they've all been really nice to us. They really do seem to want us to succeed." "Right," Kara said. "Besides, it has to be us to save Rho Sigma Tau. Don't forget that they're Sorors. So they have to be more careful because they have more to lose. Now us? We're just pledges. We'll probably have a lot more leeway to get revenge than they will." "Revenge?" Mickie frowned. "Revenge against Jade?" "Not just Jade," Kara said, bolstered with newly-found confidence now that her line sisters were coming around. "We have to get revenge against Mu Lambda as a whole." Nadia grinned. "You're certainly a sneaky ass," she laughed. "All right, fine. But what do we do?" she asked. The pledges looked at each other, each hoping that the other had the solution. Unfortunately, the answer didn't come. ~~~ "Oh God! How are we going to get out of this?" Sierra lay in her bed, resting on her pillows and tears pooling in her eyes as the gravity of the situation consumed her. Thoroughly disgusted with Tamryn's actions, she'd dismissed the pledges and went up to her suite, alone. She'd also spent the last hour filling out the forms for Tamryn's permanent dismissal from the Sorority. Once she'd finished, she went to bed, trying to get a bit of peace. "We could lose everything," Sierra moaned as she pulled her pillow from underneath her head and put it over her face. She let the tears fall freely as she sobbed uncontrollably. Then her doorbell rang. Irritated at the interruption, she tossed the pillow aside, grabbed some tissue and padded barefoot to her living room. She checked her reflection in the mirror next to the door, and tried to pull herself together. She dabbed her eyes with the tissue, then took a deep breath. She opened the door and her breath caught at the lovely sight in front of her. Standing in the doorway was Lina. "Can I come in?" Lina asked quietly. Sierra exhaled. "Sure." Sierra watched Lina's lithe frame glide into the room. She took a seat on Sierra's couch, and crossed her long, lean legs. "I see that you're just as upset as I am," Lina said, reflecting of Sierra's outburst. Sierra eyed Lina's soft, luscious, cinnamon-colored skin. "Yeah. I'm pretty upset." Lina patted the space next to her on the couch. "Come, Sierra. Sit." Sierra took a tentative step toward Lina. It'd been so long since they were on friendly terms, that she was suddenly nervous about being so close to Lina. "Come on," Lina smiled. "I won't bite. Well, only if you want me to," she grinned. Glad for the absence of tension between them, Sierra relaxed and took a seat next to her best friend. "I've missed you," Sierra said, resting her head on Lina's shoulder. "So much." "I've missed you too," Lina whispered, sliding her arm around Sierra's waist and pulling her close. The two friends shared each other's warmth as they sat together. Wanting to say so much, but not being able to, they just sat quietly next to each other, exchanging soft and gentle touches. Then Lina nudged Sierra. "Turn around," Lina said. Sierra smiled, knowing exactly what was coming next. She shifted on the couch as she turned her back to Lina. In the next moment, Sierra groaned when she felt Lina's soft fingers massaging her shoulders. "Ohhhh," Sierra moaned. "I've missed this too." "You're tense," Lina remarked as she worked the kinks out of Sierra's taut muscles. "As usual." They sat silently for several moments, with Sierra enjoying Lina's touch, and Lina enjoying their renewed closeness. Then Lina cleared her throat. "So...how do you want to handle this?" she asked gently. "Just keep rubbing," Sierra groaned, arching her back. "No, silly," Lina chuckled. "How do you want to handle the situation with Tamryn?" Sierra took a deep breath. "Well, I've already drawn up her dismissal papers, so -" Lina frowned and stopped rubbing. "Dismissal papers?" "Yeah. Tamryn has to go." Lina blanched. "Okay, Sierra. I know you're pissed, but do you really think you can make that decision by yourself?" Sierra turned her head. "Well, I'm the President of the Chapter. What else am I supposed to do?" Lina yanked her hands off of Sierra's skin. "You're supposed to talk to the rest of us first. You know you can't make that kind of decision unless we all agree to it." Sierra couldn't stop her next words from coming out of her mouth. "According to the Sorority Handbook, as President, I do have the right to make executive decisions. Executive decisions that don't need Sorority approval." Lina jumped up. "So, yet again, the big, bad Sierra doesn't need any help! Wants to do this all by herself, right?" Sierra stared at her in disbelief. "Tamryn was in the wrong! Her actions could get our whole Sorority expelled from campus. Not to mention, the Alumni Chapter could shut us down over this! Hell, Nationals could shut us down over this! Therefore, Tamryn deserves to be punished!" "Maybe so, but that isn't your call. Or at least not your call alone! Plus, dismissal's a bit harsh, isn't it? What about just giving her a censure? Why not just sit her down from her Vice-President duties for a couple of months. That should be punishment enough. Remember, she is our Soror, whether you like it or not." Sierra stood and threw up her hands. "And what do I tell Jana, the Alumni President? That Tamryn fucked a potential, but since we love her so much, we just gave her a slap on the wrist?" Lina rubbed her temples. "I just think dismissal's a bit much, Sierra. Besides, the real culprit is Jade. That's the bitch who was out of order. That's the bitch who needs to be put in her place." Sierra put her hands on her hips. "Maybe so. But we'll deal with her later. Right now, Tamryn's our responsibility. We have to preserve the integrity of our Sorority. Especially in front of the new pledges! What are they going to think if we don't discipline Tamryn harshly? I'll tell you: They'll think that they can get away with murder!" "But you're gonna just kick Tamryn out? Just like that? And without even giving her a chance to make up for it? Or at least giving her a chance to explain or even apologize?" Sierra shook her head. "I can't believe that you just want her to get off scott-free!" "That's not what I said, Sierra, and you know it! You're just twisting my words around!" Unfortunately, Sierra's anger got the best of her. "Anyway, the dismissal papers are already filled out!" she shouted. "I'll go ahead and have a meeting, but remember: I'm the President and what I say goes!" Lina sucked her teeth and glared at Sierra. Then she marched to the door. "We'll see about that," she tossed as she stormed out and slammed the door. ~~~ "All right, ladies. I'm calling this meeting to order." Jade stood in front of the small group of Mu Lambda Sorors. Gathered in their Sorority House, they were crowded in their tiny front room. Jade held up her hand. "For the record, this is Jade Cross, President of the Mu Lambda Sorority, the Epsilon Chapter here at Lincoln University." She put her hand down and looked down at her notes. Then she began. "Okay, today's meeting will be short. I wanted to remind everyone of this weekend's sorority retreat. Today's Tuesday, so we have a few days left to get the rest of the preparations completed by Friday. I changed a few things, so I put the revised itinerary underneath each of your doors earlier this afternoon." "Wait. What time are we leaving again?" Mya interrupted. Jade rolled her eyes. "Didn't you check the itinerary?" "I don't have it in front of me," Mya said, gritting her teeth at Jade's rudeness. "So tell me again." Jade sighed. "We're leaving this Friday evening. Because we have a few activities that night, we need to be at the campsite by 9pm. Since it'll take us about thirty minutes to get there, we need to leave here no later than 8:30." "And we're there through Sunday night, right?" Samantha asked. Samantha Nelson was a tall, lanky senior. "Right," Jade said. Then she glared at the group. "However, if you ladies would bother to check your itineraries, you'd see that all of the information you need is all right there! Right on that sheet of paper." Jade gathered her notes. "Anyway, make sure you read all of the pages, since I've changed some of your assignments and responsibilities. We'll have another meeting tomorrow after you've had a chance to review it." The Sorors nodded in agreement. Jade looked around. "Now. Are there any other questions?" The room was silent. "Good," Jade said. "Meeting adjourned." ~~~ "All righty now. Please look directly into the lens, give us your name and your relationship to the Sorority." A bronze-colored woman in her mid-thirties, seated on a rich, soft, mahogany leather sofa, defiantly raised her eyebrows at the request. Then she sat back, crossed her shapely legs and smoothed down her jet-black, severely angled bob. "Excuse me?" she said sharply. Due to the shocking events from the day before, Angela found that she was not in the mood for the woman's sharp, smart-aleck response. Angela shot a glance at the young, honey-brown beauty standing next to her who was busy adjusting the tall light fixture. Angela found that though she was glad to have today's interview to serve as a distraction from the Sorority drama, she needed help setting her equipment up. As such, she recruited Yasmine, one of the sophomore Sorors in the house, to help her complete this interview. "Um..." Angela said to the regal, but icy woman on the couch, "I'm ready to film your interview. Please look directly into the lens, give us your name and your relationship to the Sorority." The bronze goddess rolled her eyes. "Well, the two of you were taking so long to adjust your equipment, I wasn't sure if you were ready or not." She shifted on the couch and gave Angela a steely stare. "Now, what am I supposed to do again?" The honey-brown young woman next to Angela piped in with a distinct Cuban accent. "I'm sorry Angela was taking so long, but it's my fault. I'm serving as her assistant today and I'm new to filming. She took longer than usual because she was explaining to me what needed to be done." The bronze woman nodded, and pursed her full, caramel-glossed lips. "Fine. So now that you've told me your life story, what's your name again?" "Um...it's Yasmine," the honey-brown beauty said in her thick Cuban accent. "Yasmine Dominguez." "And who are you again?" Yasmine blinked, her big, brown eyes sparkling. "I'm a sophomore member of Rho Sigma Tau, the Lincoln University undergrad chapter. The same chapter as Angela," she said proudly. "And I'm pre-med." "That's a good major," the woman replied. Then she frowned as she peered at the young girl more closely. "I haven't really seen you before, have I?" the woman asked. Angela piped in. "Yasmine's pre-med, so we keep her studying a lot. She really doesn't go out much. We're trying to keep her grades up and all." "And I notice that you have an accent," the woman remarked, ignoring Angela completely. "What's your nationality?" "I'm African-American and Cuban," Yasmine said quietly as she ran her hands through her thick, wavy dark-brown hair. Then she nervously tucked the loose strands behind her ears. "Afro-Cuban, huh?" the woman said. "Well you're beautiful. I love your dark, wavy hair." The woman looked Yasmine up and down, eyeing her fitted white sweater and her super-short, beige skirt. "You have a nice figure. Nice breasts, luscious hips and firm thighs. I like," the woman said, licking her lips. Then the woman glanced at Angela. "Oh, you're cute too." Angela snorted and rolled her eyes. "Thanks." Yasmine, visibly self-conscious, began to fiddle with her tiny skirt, trying unsuccessfully to pull it down over her curvy thighs. "Anyway, Yasmine," the woman said, "why are you helping Angela film my interview if you're pre-med?" Feeling protective of the quiet, young Soror, Angela cut in. "Now that I'm doing more interviews, I really needed the help. In fact, I have three more scheduled this week. Yasmine's been a big help in getting me organized." The woman cut her eyes at Angela. "Fine, Yasmine," she snapped. "Now are the you of two ready?" "Yes," Angela said as she looked into the camera's eyepiece. "Now please look into the lens, state your name and your relationship to the Sorority," she repeated for the third time. "Please." The woman shook out her angled bob, which immediately fell back into place. "My name is Alexis Hightower. I'm in the Rho Sigma Tau Sorority, the Beta Tau Alumni Chapter. I'm the Parliamentarian of Beta Tau, which is the Metro Virginia Beach Alumni Chapter." "And what do you do for a living, Soror Hightower?" Angela asked. "I'm a nuclear physicist. I work for PJM Interconnection, which is the parent company for the Virginia Electric and Power Company. Well, Dominion Virginia Power, actually." "Wow," Yasmine beamed. "That's impressive." Alexis raised her eyebrows. "Of course it is. I'll have you know that I'm a very smart woman. And I'm a member of Rho Sigma Tau. And I was a double major in physics and mathematics. So of course I would challenge myself." Yasmine lowered her eyes, embarrassed at being dressed down. Angela looked over just in time to see Yasmine put her head down. "Okay, Soror Hightower," Angela interrupted. "How did you come to be a member of Rho Sigma Tau?" "Look ladies," Alexis began. "I really don't have much time for this. See, I've already talked to Daria. You know, Daria Chapman? Our Alumni Chapter Vice-President? Well, she tells me that you, Angela, were great in bed. So let's get this started, shall we?" Yasmine's eyes widened. Angela kept her cool as she adjusted the lens. "Well, I'd like to get this interview done first. It's for our Sorority history." "Later for that," Alexis said as she began to unbutton her blouse. "I need some help with this. Now." Angela looked up and watched while Alexis casually slipped off her silk blouse. A tingling began deep between Angela's legs as Alexis sat there, her rounded, pert breasts covered in nothing but a deep purple lacy brassiere. Then Angela shrugged and unsnapped her jeans. Alexis shook her head. "No. Not you." She pointed to Yasmine. "You. You first." Yasmine looked as though she were a deer caught in headlights. Alexis sighed, growing impatient. "Yasmine? Undress. Now." Yasmine looked at Angela. "Should I?" Yasmine asked. "If you're comfortable, then go ahead, Yaz," Angela said softly. Yasmine hesitated. "Just remember how good it is at the House," Angela whispered as she reached out and touched Yasmine's arm. "Just remember how good we do it." Yasmine smiled. Then she straightened her back and looked directly at Alexis. "So you want me, Mami?" "Yesss," Alexis hissed, her nipples hardening, threatening to poke through her bra. "Yes, baby, yes. I want you. Now." Yasmine unzipped her skirt and let the soft material fall to the floor. Then she took the hem of her sweater and pulled it up and over her head. She stood there in just a satin ivory-colored bra and panty set; her soft, honey-brown skin glowing. Admiring Yasmine's thick and luscious curves threatened to drive both Alexis and Angela to the brink of ecstasy. Alexis drew in a sharp breath at the exotic beauty's curvy body. "Come here, Yasmine. But you," Alexis said, pointing to Angela. "You want a documentary? Well, keep filming." Angela grinned and bent back down to the camera's eyepiece. Alexis held out her hand. "Yasmine, honey? Come here." She watched as Yasmine sauntered her lovely hips over to the sofa. Yasmine moved to sit down next to her, but Alexis shook her head. "Like I said, sweetie, I don't have much time." Alexis sat back against the back of the couch and motioned to her mouth. "So get up here. Now." Yasmine glanced back at Angela who just shrugged and adjusted the camera lens. Yasmine carefully placed one foot on the cushion, held onto the back of the couch and stepped up. She planted her other foot on the other side of Alexis. Yasmine grabbed the back of the couch with her other hand and hovered right over Alexis' face. Alexis pulled Yasmine's satin panties to the side and stared up at her dark pussy lips. She watched as Yasmine's inner pink petals thickened with passion. "Now, Yasmine," Alexis whispered. "Lower yourself. Slowly." Yasmine gripped the back of couch as she lowered her hips. Suddenly, she felt a warm, wet wiggling against her swollen clit. She looked down to see and feel Alexis' tongue extend right into her dampening pussy. "Ohhhh," Yasmine moaned at the electric contact. "Oh yes! Oh God, yes!" Alexis grabbed Yasmine's hips and pulled her down. Alexis groaned into Yasmine's thick wetness and her tongue eagerly lapped up the juices that flowed from Yasmine's passionate core. Angela watched as Alexis buried her face deep in Yasmine's pussy. As she adjusted the camera, Angela slipped her hand into her tight jeans and began to stroke her bare mound. "So beautiful," she whispered, as an erotic tingling began flowing through her body. "So, so beautiful." "You taste so good," Alexis moaned. She used her fingers to open Yasmine up even more. "Give me more, baby," she begged as she slid her tongue inside Yasmine even deeper and swirled it in tight circles. "Ahhh," Yasmine sighed as her body rocked dangerously over Alexis. With one hand still gripping the couch, she yanked her bra down and pinched her nipples and rolled her hips in time with Alexis' tongue. "Right there, baby! Right there!" Alexis pushed her tongue even deeper, loving the taste of the sugary sweet wetness that flowed over her lips. She kept one hand on Yasmine's hip, but used her other hand to firmly grip Yasmine's tight ass. She guided Yasmine over her lips and tongue, making the young girl moan in ecstasy. Yasmine hunkered down over Alexis' lips, moving her body even faster. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Angela's breathing began to race as she swirled her fingers over her clit. "Yeah, Alexis. Don't stop!" Yasmine's moans rang out in the spacious room, echoing her intense passion. She continued tweaking her nipples, loving the dual pleasure that consumed her young body. "Cum for me," Alexis chanted, her tongue still working on Yasmine's wet pussy lips. "Cum for me now!" A thin sheen of sweat appeared over Yasmine's undulating frame. "I'm almost there," she moaned. "Just don't stop! Oh my God, don't stop!" Wanting to heighten the young woman's passion, Alexis removed her hand from Yasmine's ass. She wickedly used her fingers to tease the sensitive area between Yasmine's pussy and ass. "Fuck!" Yasmine shouted at the new, erotic sensations. "Oh God, right there, right there!" Alexis curled her tongue and licked the sensitive area, lapping from Yasmine's swollen clit, to her dripping pussy, all the way back to her taut rosebud." "Yesss!" Yasmine cried. "Oh God, yes!" Sensing Yasmine's orgasm, Alexis pointed her tongue and tapped it directly against Yasmine's clit. She used a powerful rhythm to bring the Cuban beauty to the ultimate peak. Angela pointed the camera directly at Yasmine's writhing body. She was gleeful as Yasmine threw her head back and shrieked in delight as she powerful orgasm raced through her body. "Oooh, I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm cumming!" Yasmine shouted as her body tensed. She ground her pussy onto Alexis' lips and rose the sudden waves that rushed though her. At that moment, Yasmine suddenly arched her back, gyrated her hips and moaned loudly through her climax. "Ahhhh! Oh God, yessss!" Alexis held onto her hips and flicked the young woman's swollen clit. She licked and sucked, drinking all of the thick, sweet juices until Yasmine begged her to stop. After several long moments, Yasmine disengaged herself from Alexis' lips and tongue. Her body continued to tremble as she slowly made her way off the couch. Watching Yasmine sink to the floor, Alexis wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Okay, Angela. You're next. Camera. Upstairs. Now!" Angela grinned as she clicked off the videocamera. "Damn, Alexis! But I gotta give it to you: You certainly get straight to the point!" ~~~ The next afternoon, the Lincoln University student cafeteria was buzzing with excitement. A room full of eager students sat at various tables, laughing and joking with each another. However, two tables in the back of the room were eerily silent. Heads down, the four Rho Sigma Tau pledges sat at one table, huddled together in silence. Dressed in their trademark black sweats with the hoods pulled over their heads, they hunched over their food, trying to eat as quickly and as quietly as possible. Sierra sat at the table next to them, sorority protocol preventing her from being in public at the same table with the worms. She had her sorority handbook underneath the table, discreetly reading every single word, every single paragraph. She'd been studying the same handbook non-stop, looking for some way out of their dilemma. In the back of her mind, however, her fight with Lina wouldn't leave her alone. Suddenly, a shrill voice rang out in the bustle of the cafeteria. "Well, well, well! What have we here?" Sierra looked up to see Jade, Mya and Brianna coming right toward her. Sierra rolled her eyes and grit her teeth at the site of Jade. But without a solid plan for revenge, Sierra had to watch her tongue. However, she couldn't resist a stinging quip. "Thank you for visiting," Sierra spat, "but campus regulations state that there are no pets allowed indoors. So go kick rocks, or else I'm gonna call animal control!" Jade twisted her face into a grimace. "Very lame, Sierra," she grimaced. "Very lame!" Then Jade glanced at the four girls dressed in black, looking tired and haggard. "I see that your pledges are looking very...rough these days." She turned up her nose at the foursome. "Are these are the kinds of girls you're recruiting now? Tsk, tsk. I see that Rho Sigma Tau's standards have gone waaay down!" Mya and Brianna giggled behind her. "Get to the point or get gone," Sierra said, anger boiling inside her. As she stared, her fists tightened, ready to knock Jade out in one blow. Jade snorted. "Just because you skeezers are stuck on campus, don't get an attitude with us." Sierra's jaw set tightly and a thin smile crossed her lips. "Let me guess. You're all withdrawing from the University and I'll never have to see your faces again?" she said sweetly "Not a chance," Jade sneered. "I meant that lucky for us, we don't have to look at your ugly mugs this weekend. It just so happens to be Mu Lambda's annual retreat weekend," Jade beamed. "Come Friday night, we'll be in the beautiful Virginia mountains, enjoying the scenery." "If only it were hunting season," Sierra retorted. "I can get some silver bullets, you know!" Jade's eyes closed into slits. "Look here, Sierra -" Mya pulled her arm back. "Come on, Jade. Let's just go. Now is not the time, nor the place." Sierra held her tongue as she watched Jade, Mya and Brianna slink away. It was hard keeping her cool, but she had to wait until the Sisters decided what course of action to take. Then Sierra stood. "Pledges?" she said sternly, "I'm going to get something cold to drink. Stay right here and don't move." They watched Sierra as she headed toward the other side of the cafeteria. Once Sierra was gone, Roxie closed her eyes, seemingly deep in thought. Then her eyes sprang open. "Oh my God! That's it!" she said to the girls. "That's the break we needed!" Mickie frowned. "Huh? What're you talking about?" Roxie pointed her finger to Kara. "All right, girls. First you, Kara. Your parents own a security company." Kara shrugged. "Yeah, and?" Roxie ignored her. "And you, Nadia. Your mom's a building inspector for the City of Richmond, right?" "Yeah, Roxie" Nadia answered. "How did you remember that?" Confused, she turned to Mickie. "You live with her. How does she do that?" Nadia asked. Mickie smiled. "Roxie's got a photographic memory. See, remember what y'all said at that dinner we had with Sierra and `em? When they asked us to tell them about ourselves? Well, I guess she remembered it too." Roxie interrupted them. "And Mickie?" "Yeah?" "Your dad's a locksmith, right?" Roxie asked Mickie rolled her eyes. "You know I don't like to talk about that." "And my dad's a photographer!" Roxie squealed. "See, it's perfect!" They looked at her as if she were wearing horns. "What's perfect?" Nadia asked finally. Roxie threw up her hands, exasperated. "Don't y'all get it?" The three pledges responded in unison. "No!" Roxie grit her teeth, her blood boiling that they hadn't caught on yet. "What we overheard earlier. That Mu Lambda won't be in their Sorority House this weekend." "And?" Kara asked. "And," Roxie hissed, having lost all restraint, "we'll just break into the Mu Lambda Sorority House!" Nadia's eyes widened. "What?" she squeaked. She was outdone as her pledge life flashed before her eyes. "Why on earth would we do that?" "I know why," Kara broke in, as understanding finally dawned on her. She gave Roxie a wry smile, then she leaned forward. "This weekend, we're gonna break into the Mu Lambda Sorority House and steal that videotape!" Stephanie Rose Entertainment (C) 2009. 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The Poker Group Chapter 3 Friday night Don was going out with Henry and Garth to the strip club. "What do those girls have that Caroline and I don't have?" I said to tease Don. "I am going just to keep the other two guys out of trouble. Just like I used to read Playboys for the articles." he laughed. "Good answer. Ok what do those two go there for?" "A little variety and the lap dances." "You don't get those do you Don?" I said smiling sweetly. "No, I can't afford them. They cost about $50 each." "But you would get them if you had the money, would you?" I teased. He clearly wanted to deny it but he knew I would see right through the lie. "Maybe." he finally said. "Do you want me to give you a lap dance?" I asked. "Definitely." he answered. "Do you think Henry and Garth would want one too?" "Uhhhm, yes." he finally said. "Could you handle it if I did?" He took a while before he answered that question. "Yes." "Do you want me to give them a lap dance?" I wasn't even sure what a lap dance was other than that there was no touching in this state. He turned a little red and said "Very much!" Wow! He used to be such a jealous guy. "Ok I will. Set it up with them." I said. He said he would. I started tingling all over. I read articles online and watched youtube videos on how to give a lap dance. I could do that. I made up a cd with a number of songs that seemed to be appropriate like: Let me put my love into you by ac/dc Skin trade by duran duran Work by Rihanna etc. The arranged night came about and I greeted the two of them in a housecoat. They both gave me an evil grin wondering what was underneath. I decided to give Henry the first dance. I was using an armchair in the living room for the dance. I seated Henry in the armchair and took off my housecoat. I was wearing a red see-through bra and red thong panties I had bought specially for the occasion. I made him put on a pair of thick winter mitts to ensure that there was no hanky panky. He wasn't allowed to touch me with any part of his face either. "Can I touch you with these?" he asked. "Sure." I said. What could he possibly feel with those mitts? I started the music and started to dance. I stood in front of his chair and swayed my hips in a figure eight motion. I looked him in the eyes and ran my fingers through my hair. I ran my hands down my sides and squeezed my breasts through the bra. Then I turned my back on him and waved my ass back and forth in his face. I then looked him in the eyes and unsnapped my bra at the back. I left it hanging on my shoulders for a second and then took it off. His eyes lit up. I could hear Don and Garth cheering. I mashed my tits with my hands and then slowly made a circle around one of my nipples with my tongue. I could tell he was loving it by the tent in his pants. I again turned around and put my ass in the air as close to the chair as I could. I slapped my bottom suggestively. I then turned and faced him again and slowly took off my thong. I did a spin and then mounted the chair standing on my knees between his legs. I looked him in the eyes and kissed his forehead. I then slid forward and placed my erect nipples maybe three inches from his eyes. I gently waved my tits back and forth in front of his face. That's when I realized that he could still pinch my nipples pretty well through those mitts! I actually got quite aroused. "Naughty naughty" I teased. He knew I wasn't mad because I was still smiling. I grabbed on to his knees for support and arched my back as far as I could toward the floor. Then I stood back up and moved his arms off the sides of the armchair. I grabbed the arms of the chair and slid up the arms of the chair until my legs were over his shoulders. My cunt was a foot from his eyes. I started playing with my pussy, slowly using one finger to circle my labia and then I spread my pussy lips with two fingers. I started to play with my clit but quit because I almost came immediately. I took my legs off Henry's shoulders and turned and kneeled between his legs with my ass in his face. I lifted my ass up and he had a view of my pussy from the back maybe a foot from his face. I then turned back to look him in the eyes again. I straddled his hips with my knees and pretended I was riding him cowboy style. I could feel my ass lightly hitting his hard cock through his pants at times. My tits were bouncing up and down. I got back off the chair and asked him how he liked it. "God that was hot! I probably creamed my pants! Even through these mitts I can tell you have very firm tits Charlotte! "Why thank you Henry." I can't believe I just thanked him for feeling me up. I fanned my face and said "I feel like I need a cigarette after that." Everybody laughed. I walked over to Don and told him that I was sorry. I hadn't meant to take it that far. I got carried away in the moment. Don laughed and said "I agree with Henry. That was the hottest thing I ever saw! I think Garth deserves the same dance." Garth cheered at that thought. "Ok Don, as long as you are ok with it. Give me about half an hour to recover and have a drink." My nipples were still sore from Henry pinching them. I couldn't believe how close I came to coming that time. The nipple pinches almost took me over the edge. I am going to have to get Don to do more of that I thought. I hope Garth forgives me if I suddenly squirt all over his pants! I didn't squirt often but it did happen. I gave pretty much the same dance to Garth except that when I shook my boobs vigorously in front of his face I accidentally hit him in the nose with a boob. My automatic reaction was to grab his head and hug him and apologize, accidentally mashing my boobs in his face. When I realized what I did I backed up. He sputtered and said "What a way to go! Smothered to death with giant boobs!" We all laughed. I continued the dance. Garth must have been watching Henry because he pinched my nipples hard too! I finished the dance and saw Don and Henry standing there jerking off. I was so worked up by the dance I had to have Don immediately. "Don don't waste that hard on. Let's go upstairs!" I said urgently. "Why not here on the couch?" Don said. "You sure about this?" I asked. When he confirmed it I was too worked up to argue. Don immediately mounted me in the missionary position and I groaned with pleasure. I almost forgot the other two guys were watching. He pumped me with alternating slow and long strokes. Before he came he turned me over and we did it doggie style. I arched my back and came several times. We fell exhausted onto the couch. When I came back to my senses I remembered Henry and Garth were watching. "Guys please don't tell anyone about this, not even the other guys in the group, ok?" I pleaded. They both agreed. "This day is burned into my memory. The way your tits bounced around when Don pounded you was awesome! And the way you rolled your eyes back in your head when you came!" Garth said. After they left I started to feel guilty. I know the lap dance I gave Garth and Henry wasn't anymore than they would get at a strip club, but Garth's wife would certainly not have approved if she knew it was me giving it! Letting them watch us having sex was worse yet! We should be ashamed of ourselves! I always make bad decisions when I am drinking. I decided not to give lap dances to any more married men. That left only Eric and I guess Andy. Caroline obviously doesn't mind! I went back to visit Andy again the day before the poker game to get a trim. Caroline was there this time. Don had talked me into letting Andy move around my lady bits and put on the shaving cream this time. Don said it was far more efficient this way. I gave him "the look" as if he was crazy. He said he was fine with it and to tell him all the details when I got home. This was way out of my comfort zone but very exciting so I agreed. I had a feeling it was Andy doing the moving around of my labia anyway on that first shave. I guess I could have grilled the witnesses for the answer, but to tell the truth I was happy not knowing. If I found out it wasn't Andy, that would have killed the fantasy. The devil on my shoulder was hoping it was him. That way since he had already touched me before anyway I could justify to myself what I was allowing to happen. On the other hand, if it was Andy's fingers then Don had let Andy grope me without my permission. I didn't want to go down that road. Now I was allowing Andy to grope me with my permission. I'm sure it was Don's fingers that first time, but it sure in the hell wasn't going to be Don's in five minutes! Wow that shave was hot! Caroline watched the whole thing. Every time Andy touched my labia chills went through me! He seemed to move my labia around a lot. Even when he applied the shaving gel I loved it! This is so unlike me! I don't even know myself anymore. Maybe I am rebelling against my repressed sexual tension. Kind of like the pastor's kid is always the worst. I know that from personal experience because when I was a teenager the pastor's son tried to seduce me in the chapel of the church he borrowed the keys to. As I was leaving Andy said to come for a massage sometime. "With a happy ending?" I laughed. "What a great idea!" Andy answered. "I am a married woman you know." I replied. "So if you were single you would?" he enquired. "Maybe." I blushed. "Goodbye then. I'll talk to Don about it when I see him tomorrow night." Andy said. "If you talk to him about it he will probably convince me to go for it." I laughed. "I know!" he said with a big grin on his face. Tomorrow came and we held our usual poker group with nude hostesses. Braden had other commitments and couldn't be there. I heard no comments about the lap dances which I was glad to see. "Aren't you tired of seeing Caroline and I nude?" I asked the group. "Hell no!" Eric said. Everyone agreed. "It gets a little chilly down here wearing nothing!" I giggled like a schoolgirl. "I'll buy you a heater." Don replied. "If you want to warm up why not get on the treadmill?" Henry said. "OK, I will." I walked over to the other end of the basement and started up the treadmill. I noticed everyone gathering around. "Hey, the poker game is over there!" I laughed. I started out going at a walking pace. I continued to slowly increase the speed until I was actually jogging. My DD breasts, although they are very firm are also very heavy. When I was younger I actually thought about getting a breast reduction done but I couldn't afford it. I am glad I didn't because everybody says they are my best asset (well, at least the guys do). Because they are so heavy they do flop around a lot. Sometimes I get a little sore jogging for a long time in the nude, but I was willing to put up with a little discomfort now for all this attention. They watched me in a state of awe. "Poetry in Motion, walking by my side, her lovely locomotion, keeps my eyes open wide. Poetry in Motion, see her gentle sway, a wave out on the ocean, could never move that way." Eric sang. I was impressed that he remembered that much of the Bobby V song. I kept up the jogging until I got a little sore and then quit. The guys looked disappointed that I quit. "Can I give it a try?" Caroline asked. The treadmill was facing the guys and she cranked the speed up to almost maximum. Her smaller tits still bobbed around like a bowl full of jello. All eyes were on her. She managed to keep going for at least ten minutes. She was all sweated up by that point. "I used to run marathons but I am out of shape." Caroline said. The guys disagreed with that. "We should charge you guys admission." I laughed. "No really we should do something for you girls. We deviates are getting a lot out of our so called "Poker nights". What would you girls like? More clothes or lingerie or maybe an expensive meal at a restaurant? Eric asked. "Not much point in clothes. You sweet talkers talk us out of them anyway!" I laughed. "How about if we spring for some hot tub rentals?" Eric said. "Yeah, then we won't be able to see whose hands are pinching us!" I laughed again. "Good point! You saw through my devious plan." Eric laughed. "You guys are all gentlemen." I said. Everybody looked around. Eric said "No gentlemen here." "Well if we could get you guys to promise no touching, I would very much like that." I said. "You can pinch me if you like." Caroline said to the guys. "Caroline! Don't encourage these guys. I am trying to keep them out of trouble with their wives." Of course Eric and Henry had to pipe up that they weren't married. Caroline licked her lips suggestively. Well! I am not the moral police. As long as she stays away from the married guys. After everybody left I had a talk with Don. "Don, I don't think I should go back and see Andy anymore!" "Why, don't you like his shaving?" "Don't be offended but I love getting shaved by him!" "Then why don't you want to go back?" "You won't use this against me will you? Remember you encouraged the shaving." "Of course I won't!" "I loved the shaving too much! Everytime he touched my labia it sent shivers through me. If he would have tried anything else I don't think I would have had the willpower to stop him!" I looked him in the eyes to see if he was angry. He didn't seem angry. "Caroline, I love you now more than I ever have. I could see it in your eyes that you were getting turned on by the shaving. I didn't want to take that away from you. You aren't falling for Andy are you?" "Of course not! You are the only one I love or will love!" "Then enjoy yourself. Andy told me about the massage. I told him it wasn't up to me, it was up to you. If this is something you want then I think you should do it. He gave me his word that he wouldn't fuck you." "Sounds to me like he was planning to do everything but that to me! This isn't some sneaky way to owe you one and get Caroline into bed is it?" "Of course not! Whatever happens with you and Andy I am perfectly happy with the sex I get with you! In fact this thing with Andy seems to be really turning me on! I don't know why. I hope that doesn't make me sound like a pervert!" "Fantasies are fine and healthy, but this would be taking a big step. Are you sure you won't regret this and hold this over me?" I asked. "I promise I will never hold this over you and I definitely wouldn't regret it." I could tell how much he wanted this. "Let me think about this for a few days." I said. He agreed that we shouldn't rush into anything. I went online to find out how common this fantasy of Don's was. I got a real education! The next evening I phoned Andy up and wanted to talk about what his intentions were with this massage. He invited me over to discuss it so I went over to his place. He could see the concern on my face. "Charlotte I can see you aren't ready for a tantric type of massage. Even if you asked me to do it I wouldn't. I could probably talk you into it but I won't. I would never do this type of massage for a woman unless she truly wanted it. Once I give a tantric massage to a woman, all resistance is gone. I could easily take advantage of her. You are worried about that aren't you?" I confessed to him that I thought I might get carried away and do something I might regret. "How would you like a more normal type of massage? I won't touch your breasts or your genitals." "That sounds great! I admit this is a worry off my mind." I said. He led me into another room where a massage table was. He had seen me nude so many times we didn't bother with the sheet or covering towel. He took off his shirt so he wouldn't get massage oil on it and I lay on my stomach on the table. He gave me a traditional full body massage with the massage techniques I was used to at the spa. He also massaged my butt cheeks which I had never had done before. He had me turn over and gave me another professional massage never touching my breasts or pussy. I was getting quite relaxed but turned on watching his very toned abs. He then used a pneumatic lift on the table to raise the back of the table. "So you can see what I am doing. This part is a little more erotic." he said. I wondered what he meant by that. He started at my feet and massaged the pads of my feet and my toes. He slowly, gently carresed the top of my bare feet, first one and then the other. He kissed my ankles and lightly ran his hand around them picking them up one at a time and kissing my feet with a soft kiss. He then lay my feet back down and lightly ran his hands along my legs to my knees. He left his hands on my knees while looking me in the eye. He gently touched the back of my knees and shivers ran down my spine. He started again at the bottom and ran his fingers gently up the inside of my legs until he was almost up to my pussy. He smiled and gently stroked his fingers just on either side of my pussy but not touching it. "You have such a lovely pussy! That big labia is gorgeous. My cock is just dying to get in there and fuck you until you yell for mercy." he said. Up and down, up and down his finger went. This drove me nuts. Then he gently made circles on my pubic bone with his finger where I used to have hair. He pressed his palm on my monds and more shivers went through me. Then he made his way up to my abdomen lightly stroking it with his finger. He gently touched my navel. His hands moved up the sides of my breast without touching them. He smiled again and paused. He made like he was cupping my breasts without actually touching them. He then circled his finger around my nipples, ever so close but without touching them. "Such beautiful tits. So firm. I would love to squeeze them. Those nipples are fantastic, so long. They are so aroused that they are screaming to be played with." I was so hot I was tempted to say "Just grab them already!" but I didn't. He pulled a nipple clamp from somewhere and whispered in my ear in a low voice "You'd like these on your nipples, wouldn't you?" For some reason I nodded yes. When he clamped them on both my nipples I felt a sharp pain. The pain seemed to heighten my arousal. "Remember I didn't touch your nipples the clamps did. If the pain gets too much take them off yourself." he smiled. Those clamps hurt like the dickens but I refused to admit it and take them off. He produced a vibrator from his pocket and pointed it at my cunt with a wry grin on his face. My eyebrows went up. He ran his fingers through my hair and whispered in my ear "If I asked you to fuck me right now you would say yes wouldn't you?" "Yes!" I moaned. "Well I am not going to!" With that he left the room carrying the vibrator and told me to get dressed. When I came back out minus the nipple clamps and with my clothes on I said "That was cruel!" "I promised your husband I wouldn't fuck you. If he gives me permission next time I see you I will most enthusiastically fuck you. You two have to work that out." After I got home I practically tackled Don for sex. Later Don grilled me for every detail of my massage and I left nothing out including what I told Andy. "You would have fucked him?" he asked. "Yes! I couldn't help myself! I hope my honesty doesn't get me in trouble." I cried. "I have to admire Andy for keeping his word." Don said. "Me too! I can't go back there for a tantric massage! I know I will fuck him! I am weak." "You aren't weak! In all our years of marriage you have never cheated on me or I you. You still haven't." "I can't even be alone with Andy anymore, the temptation is too great. I won't cheat on you! I love you too much." "This whole mess is my fault. If I hadn't persuaded you to get the shave none of this would have happened. I guess we have two options. We could ban Andy from our lives. If we do that we will have to avoid Caroline too. A shame when he did the right thing and wouldn't go behind my back. I admire him for that!" "Caroline has become a good friend to me. I would miss her." I said. "Our other option is for Andy, me, and you to have a threesome to get this out of your system. Otherwise you would probably go behind my back and I couldn't handle that." Don said. "Are you serious? I was a virgin when we got married as you well remember. I have never been with another man!" "That's part of the reason I am thinking about this. I think you missed out by never experiencing sex with another man. Every guy has different techniques of lovemaking. Maybe we could learn something new." "I haven't agreed to this, but if I did, what if Caroline wanted to join in? Are you into wife swapping?" "Of course not! I only want to have sex with you!" Don said. "Good answer! I am not sharing you with anybody! Just for interest sake, how would a threesome work?" I asked. Don explained the possibilities and I sat there with my jaw hanging open. I have led such a sheltered life! "How on God's green earth do you ask somebody if they want to be in a threesome? What if he says no?" I asked. "Just leave that to me." Andy replied. "Give me a couple of days to think about this before you say anything." I said. Don and I decided to hold off on deciding anything. I would decide on the spur of the moment. I could back out at any time. We wouldn't talk to Andy in advance. Eric and the other guys rented a hot tub. Our yard is fenced and quite private at the end of a cul de sac. It was a large hot tub that could hold all eight of us comfortably. Instead of a poker night we held a hot tub night. Swimsuits were not allowed in the tub. I was impressed that there were no wandering hands on me in the tub. Caroline couldn't claim that however. She seemed to love the attention and kept telling the guys they were naughty boys. You can only sit in the tub for so long and then you have to get out and get a drink or a snack. We had music playing and made an evening out of it. It was nice not to have only Caroline and I nude for a change. Every time one of the guys got in or out of the tub we were not shy about looking. Most of these guys were pretty sexy, especially Andy and Eric. The guys weren't shy about ogling Caroline and I either. Eventually the married guys had to go back home. You can only pretend to be playing cards for so long. That left just Andy, Eric, Henry, Don, Caroline, and myself. We sat around flirting with each other for a while. When I got out to go to the washroom Caroline got out and went with me. "Sorry about that Charlotte, but I accidentally grabbed Don's cock." Caroline said. "You what!" I frowned. "Yeah, I was playing with Eric and Henry's cocks and I guess I grabbed the one beside by mistake. Don removed my hand immediately and gave me a dirty look. I am really sorry." she said. "Don't do it again!" I said. "I won't. By the way, Eric and Henry and I are staying in a hotel room tonight. Don't look so shocked. They aren't married!" Caroline said. "No, but you are! What is Andy going to do?" I laughed. Caroline laughed. "I assumed he was staying the night with you two!" "What!" "Sure. I could see the looks you were giving each other. There was a lot of sexual tension in the air with you two. Andy would love to fuck you by the way! He told me." I was turning red again. "He did did he! What would you think of that?" I asked. "Sure, why not? You know you want to! I would feel better if you did. It doesn't seem right with me having all the fun." Caroline replied. "You two do this all the time?" I enquired. "Oh sure. Sometimes we go to bars and come in seperately and see who we can pickup. We belong to a swingers club so we also go to activities there as well." I didn't even know there was a swinger's club! "You two don't get jealous?" I asked. "At first we did a little. Now we pump each other for all the dirty details and fuck like rabbits after. It really revved up our married sex life." We went back and got in the hot tub for a few minutes. Caroline got out to leave and then Eric and Henry pretended they had to go home for something. It was quite amusing. I waited until I was sure they were gone and then winked at Don and then at Andy. Don got the message. When I put my hand on Andy's knee he got the message too! The tension had been building up for so long we almost raced back to the house. We dried ourselves off slightly but were still quite wet when we got to the bedroom. Andy looked at Don for direction. "You lead, I'll follow." Don said. Don picked up a condom that he bought just on the off chance that Andy might come by from a drawer in the nightstand. I slowly rolled it on to Andy. Wow! The first cock I ever felt outside of Don's. "I was planning on giving you a yoni tantric massage but I can't wait that long!" Andy said to me. With that he grabbed my hips and lay me back on the bed. He immediately started working my pussy with tongue. This set off fireworks in me and I groaned loudly. Don presented his cock to my mouth and I started to give him a blow job but I was having a hard time concentrating. Andy had just found my G spot with his middle finger and he was lightly touching my clitoral shaft with another finger. That did it and I had an orgasm loudly. Andy couldn't wait any longer and he teased my pussy with his hard shaft before gently pushing it in. Wow! the incredible sensation of having a man other than my husband's cock thrust in me was amazing. I don't normally orgasm from just intercourse (I am usually massaging my clit) but I did this time. Andy starting pumping away slowly with his palm pressing on my pubic bone. He kept his cock buried almost all the way in me and seemed to raise his body to allow his cock to apply more pressure to my clit. Whatever he was doing sent me over the edge and I groaned loudly. He had grabbed my tits and was also pinching my nipples hard. Poor Don was having trouble getting my attention. I was in another world. Whenever I noticed Don there I continued sucking on his cock. I have no idea how long Andy lasted but it must have been at least ten minutes. By that point I was yelling "Fuck me Andy! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! (or so Don told me). Once Andy came Don took me doggie style while Andy was playing with my nipples and playing with my clit. I was in heaven! I had another massive orgasm! Once Don came we took a break to cool off for about an hour and then Andy had me again in a modified missionary position with him kneeling on the bed and my long legs over his shoulders. It was amazing how his cock could hit my G spot like that. Don realized that I was having a hard time concentrating on sucking his cock so he just ended up playing with my nipples and watching the action. I can't remember how many times Don and Andy swapped places that night, but I didn't let anybody touch my ass. I guess I still have some prude left in me. The three of us all ended up sleeping together in our queen sized bed. In the morning we went out to the hot tub and tried to have sex in there, but found out that didn't work well and ended up back in bed again. After we had breakfast together Andy left for home." "God that was amazing!" Don said. "I can't believe how hard you came and it wasn't just with Andy fucking you, you were amazing with me too!" "Thank you, thank you Don! I can't believe you did that amazing thing for me! I will never forget this!" "I can't believe how turned on I got when I saw Andy stick his cock in your pussy. I got rock hard! I don't understand it but I enjoyed every minute of it. I had been worried that with a threesome like that maybe Andy would be sucking my cock or he would expect me to suck his but that never happened and a good time was had by all!" Don said. Things quieted down for quite a well after that and we went on with our normal lives and our poker night once a week. When I saw Andy I still got that yearning in my loins but neither one of us did anything about it. I shaved myself once a week. About a month later Caroline phoned me up and asked if I wanted to go to a CFNM party. I knew what CFNM meant, but I couldn't see how you could make a party out of it. Caroline said the nude males were Andy, Eric, and Henry so far. A lifelong girlfriend of hers was having her divorce come final shortly and she was quite down in the dumps. Caroline was sure this would cheer her up. "How did you get the guys to agree to prance around nude all evening in front of a bunch of women?" I asked. "The guys get all they want to eat and a few drinks. Too many drinks and they may not rise to the occasion" she laughed. "Andy is doing this as a favor to me. After all, isn't it about time the guys were nude instead of just us? Eric and Henry are getting a special reward afterward." she laughed again. "Caroline!" I laughed. I guess one reason Caroline and I get along so well is that she is just so totally different from me. I used to be so sexually repressed. I grew up as a devout Catholic, but haven't been to church in years. Caroline has no sexual hangups. She will try anything! "It's seems to be incredibly hard to get anybody to come to this party! I can't just go around and invite my respectable friends now can I? I tried inviting a couple of women I know from the swinging group but they were busy. Very few men seem to be into female domination. A couple of guys were interested until I told them that the women would be fully clothed and the guys couldn't touch them. That killed the deal. Like I said, I had to sweeten the deal for Eric and Henry to come. Not that I mind. I am such a slut!" she laughed. I talked to Don later about the party and asked if I could go. I explained the rules of the party to him. "You've seen these guys nude before. As long as nobody can touch you I don't see a problem. You aren't planning on giving any blowjobs are you?" he laughed. "Definitely not! Want to come?" I asked. "That Femdom doesn't excite me so no!" he laughed. The night of the party arrived and we met at Caroline's place. Andy, Eric, and Henry were already there dressed in nothing but g strings. I had to supress a laugh. Caroline's friend Judy arrived last. "Oh my God!" Judy said, holding her hand over her mouth as she saw the three guys. After Caroline made the introductions she said "The guys must remain nude at all times while we stay fully clothed. You guys can't touch us but we can touch you wherever we like! Ok guys, off with the g strings." They did as they were told and Judy's eyelids went wide open. "I am going to pick a guy for each of us based on the equestrian event. I will give Charlotte Eric because he is the sturdiest steed, or should I say stud?" she laughed. All the guys got on their knees on the carpet and we all got on the backs of our steeds. Eric is 6'2" and about 200 lbs. I weigh 185 lbs so I was feeling sorry for him. Charlotte rode Andy and Caroline road Henry. We held on and the guys walked around the room on their knees. Caroline slapped Henry's bare butt to make him move faster, and Judy following Caroline's lead did the same to Andy. I just gave Eric soft slaps on his butt. "Come on Charlotte, you can slap that butt harder than that." Caroline said. I asked Eric if he minded and he said to go ahead. I told him if I hurt him just say so and I would stop. We continued around the room until Caroline said to stop. "Good thing there is carpet on the floor or my knees would be killing me." Eric said. After the opening event we broke for supper and a couple of drinks. Judy seemed to be really enjoying herself. Caroline put on some slow dance music and we danced with a different guy for every slow dance. It was so weird dancing with nude guys! I still got that yearning when I danced with Andy. His cologne brought my memories right back to our bed. Caroline and Judy danced with each partner with their hands on each guy's ass. I kept my hands on their waists. The guys had to hold us around the waist. We changed to some faster dance music and it was weird seeing those cocks and buns flop around. After the dance it was time for the ring toss. The guys all lined up side by side on their backs on the floor. The idea was to toss the little plastic rings onto one of the guys cocks. Myself and the other two girls were dying laughing. Judy seemed fascinated with Eric's cock and alway aimed for it. Eric was getting into the spirit of the party and always twitched his cock as Judy tossed her ring to try to make her miss. It was hard to aim when we were laughing so hard. The next event was a cock judging contest. What Caroline pulled out of her bag caught my attention. Something I had no idea existed. She described it as dual cock ring and leash set. "You see these two leather cock rings with the strap holding them 4.5" apart? You snap the smaller ring just under the head of the cock, and the larger ring snaps together 4.5" farther down the shaft. Then you attach the leash to the little ring on it and lead your contestant around in a circle and then into the judging circle." she laughed. She was really enjoying this. She pulled out two more of the set. The guys were looking a little nervous. I apologised to Eric and fumbled with the thing until I got it on. Judy was having a hard time getting it on Henry's fatter cock but managed squeeze it on. I sure hoped that thing wasn't cutting off Henry's circulation. I gently pulled on the leash leading eric around, but the other two girls weren't so gentle. I heard Andy yell out "Hey! Not so hard!" Finally we led them into the so called judging circle. The cock rings were removed for the judging. Measurements were taken and some serious inspection went on. We women took this seriously. Of course the cocks were handled many times during the judging process by Judy and Caroline. Caroline had ribbons made up. Of course Eric won the longest cock category. Eric's cock was the only one I touched. I asked him for his permission when I measured his length and his girth although I didn't have to according to the rules. I whispered in Eric's ear "Caroline had been planning on having a cock weight lifting event too. She saw a video where Japanese men were competing. The winner lifted 300lb." Eric looked worried. "I talked her out of it. That could do some serious damage." I said. When I grabbed his cock to measure it, it grew fast. "You seem to be enjoying this!" I laughed. "What guy wouldn't like a beautiful woman holding his cock?" he said. "Why thank you Eric. And what woman wouldn't want to try out your impressive cock?" I said. "Including you?" he asked. I blushed and said "Yes, including me! You're cute. If I wasn't married you wouldn't have any trouble getting me into bed." Henry won for the biggest girth. Andy won for best looking cock. We put the cock rings and leashes on them again and led them into the den downstairs for the final event of the evening. Here Caroline had set up three easels for sketching our life figures. We took off their rings again and had them each take up poses for a five minute, 10 minute, and 20 minute pose. We switched models with each pose. The sketches were hilarious as none of us had any art talent. Judy drew Eric's cock at twice it's normal length. We all died laughing. "It was enormous before. Now it's a fire hose!" I laughed. "It's too big for you to take as it is!" Eric said to Judy. "Oh, is that a challenge?" Judy said. With that I thanked all the guys for being such good sports and said my goodbyes and left. I heard it got a lot wilder after I left. I had a great time but I ended up feeling sorry for the guys. They all seemed to take it well though. I found out this female domination stuff is not for me. Now what am I going to do with these three sketches?

Bachelor Party Strip by Rick Dalton The bachelor party with a twist. Story codes: M f, exhibition, romance My name is Brian and my fiance Judy and I live in Eastern Canada. Judy and I have known each other since high school. We are both in our early 40s now and have lived together for 15 years and dated for years before that. Judy and I waited too long to have kids and she had medical problems and had to have a hysterectomy, so that ended that. She is a software support specialist and I am a contractor. I think that Judy is a gorgeous woman and I know that many others agree with me. She has gained quite a bit of weight in the last few years and is now a 38D. One thing you should know about Judy is that she loves to flirt with other men. Friends, neighbors, my brothers, it doesn't matter, she flirts with them all and they flirt back. That is just the way it is, but everybody knows it is all in fun, nothing will ever come of it. Lately we decided that we would make a commitment and get married. Our wedding was in two weeks and my bachelor party was set up for that weekend. Judy had her bridal shower already. All the arrangements for the wedding had been made, the guests invited, the wedding dress had been bought and fitted, suits rented, catering, etc. so we could finally relax. "Remember to remind Dave that there is to be no stripper or porn movies at this party." she said. "I will." I said. Dave is my best man, a guy we have both known since high school. Dave had even tried to date Judy but she had preferred me. Dave married another girl he met in high school but has been widowed almost a year now. Cancer is a terrible disease. He took the death of Caroline very hard. Judy and I could always count on Dave in good times and in bad and we have tried to return the favor. Caroline and Judy had been very close and we had originally thought she would be Judy's maid of honor. Before she died Caroline gave Judy her wedding veil and blue garter to use for our wedding. I think that was a hint to make sure we went through with our wedding plans! It was finally the evening for the bachelor party. We were holding it at Dave's place and Dave had invited a number of people that both Judy and I knew including two of my brothers. Judy's father and brother couldn't make it for the party but were coming to the wedding. My father was only coming to the wedding. All of the guys at the stag were coming to the wedding and I told Judy who was going to be there. A short summary of the guests: Dave(widowed), the best man. Curtis(divorced), my cousin on my side of the family. Colin(separated), my older brother. Jeff(single), my younger brother. John(divorced), our neighbor who lives down at the end of the block and also used to work with Judy. Rick(married), another long time neighbor. Everybody lived in town except for Colin who took holidays and drove in to town and was staying with Jeff for the bachelor party and wedding. All of them had been over to our place many times for football games, hot tub parties, etc. "This party is going to be dull without any strippers." said John as I walked into the front door. Dave explained that we would be too drunk to notice by the end of tonight. Dave also explained that everyone else was here and we could get started. I took my drink and sat down laying my laptop up front by the TV. Dave was collecting all the cell phones and putting them in a bucket so there were no stupid drunk pictures ending up on Facebook. Apparently Judy had made him promise to do that. "Why did you bring that laptop?" John asked. John is a guy that used to work with Judy and coincidentally lives just down the street. "Judy said that she wants to apologize for nixing the stripper and wants to talk to you guys live. I am supposed to turn this on at 10:00 when she gets home." I explained. So she wants to keep an eye on us it that it? Dave asked. No not at all. She can see us through the webcam on the laptop and we can see her on the TV. She has a 4G dongle hooked to it. She pre-configured it so all I have to do is turn it on. She promised not to be too long. I said. I hooked up the laptop to the 60 inch plasma TV's HDMI port and powered up the laptop up at 10:00 P.M. as I was instructed to do. The video stream started automatically with Judy standing in our living room dressed in her house coat. She smiled at the camera. Cards were in front of her. She had obviously been playing solitaire. "It is bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, but you sure look good." said John. Thanks John! I just took a shower and haven't had time to get dressed yet. I got home a little early and had a few drinks. If you guys can, why not me? She was holding a glass of what was probably scotch and was slurring her words slightly. We can chat while you do. What are you wearing under that housecoat? Dave asked. Dave, my fiance is sitting right next to you! she said. So if we send him out of the room you'll show us?" he replied. You might go blind if I did. Watch out or I will. I am not the skinny thing you met over 25 years ago. she laughed. Well maybe I will chance it with my left eye. Dave laughed. What's got into you guys?" Judy asked. We started drinking a little early and we got Brian to tell us a lot about the bride to be. Dave said. Oh you did did you? What did he tell you? she asked. I shouldn't say anything. Dave answered. What did he tell you?" she asked. Oh, nothing important. Well he did tell us your measurements are 38- 27- 38 and that you wear a D size cup. Dave said. He told you that? she asked. Well to be honest he is pretty drunk and we had to pry it out of him. He also told us that you liked missionary position the best and that he has a large number of videos of you in the nude and having sex. Judy was turning a bright shade of red. Why would you want to know that? Well, we have no stripper so we have to use our imaginations. At a bachelor party you expect to see nude women. You should take off that housecoat. Dave said. She laughed and undid the belt on the housecoat and then tied it again. I won't take this off but I should show you one or two videos Brian took of me in various states of undress just to get even with him for telling you all that confidential information! That got cheers in the room. With this software I can play videos for you as a stream. Brian has all the videos saved on a network drive. I hope this makes you squirm Brian. I am going to show off a little underwear. she said. Please don't do that! I answered. I am not married yet! Don't you want your buddies to be able to imagine what I look like under that bridal gown a little better? No, I do not! I answered. Relax. I am only going to show a little of the videos of me when I was skinnier. To me I don't even look like that anymore, so it is like I am showing them someone else on video. she said. Please don't! I said again. You shouldn't have mentioned the videos. You got their hopes up. she said. You don't have to go through with this! I said. Well now you tell me. I already promised. Besides, it is your own damn fault. I want to teach you a lesson she laughed. Go get yourselves another drink while I find the right videos. She returned ten minutes later. "Welcome to the stag party boys" she said in a sexy voice. "I owe all you guys so much for shingling our roof, rebuilding our basement after the sewer backed up, and countless other times you helped us out. I was going to say that you were all like brothers, but my brothers wouldn't be leering like that at my bath robe!" she giggled. "Now guys don't get your hopes up too much. OK. Tell me right now if you don't want to see my hysterectomy scar." she laughed. Dave, since you arranged this stag, I will let you decide when to stop things. Brian doesn't get a say. I wasn't always this heavy. I was quite skinny once. she explained. Here I am as a teenager. The screen showed her in a two piece bathing suit from many years ago. "See, I told you I was skinny. Maybe you would prefer a few lingerie shots. Settle down Brian. she laughed. The screen showed four different pictures of her standing facing forward and from the rear wearing a white bra and three different sets of panties. The guys were paying full attention at this point but not saying a word. I can't believe this! I thought. Here is another couple of pictures Brian hasn't even seen before. The pictures were all taken a long time ago. The first shot showed her wrapped in a bath towel. The second one she was sitting in a bath tub with her arms around the back of her knees all folded up so you couldn't see anything important. The third just showed her from the back nude from the waist up. Nothing much showed. Who took these? I asked her. Not me that's for sure. I am going to have a talk with you when I get home. Settle down Brian, a girl has to have a few secrets. I sure was skinny then. she said. "Here is a video Brian will recognize. He shot it while I was laying on the bed. I wasn't quite as skinny." She started the video. The camera panned across her and then started again. Every time it panned across her there was one less piece of clothing on until she stopped it with her wearing a bra and panties. Think I will stop it there and go on to another video Brian shot. she giggled. In this video she was sitting on the bed. No, I shouted, not this video! I yelled. I knew she would be getting nude in the next few seconds if she continued playing it. Why not Brian? They are rather see through! Dave said with a smirk. Think I will stop it there. she giggled. "Aww, please Judy! What is a bachelor party without nude women?" John said. Look John, I have already shown you guys more than I had planned to show. I don't know how I can look you in the eye at the wedding as it is. she said. Simple solution. We will promise not to be looking at your eyes anyway! John answered. "Maybe you will get your chance although the chances are slim. I will be back in two minutes." she said. "I hope I don't get in trouble for saying this, but God she looked good." Colin said. "Still does in my opinion." Dave remarked. I am back. You all know I love to bet. I have five cards here from an Ace to a 5. If you agree to the terms, I will pick one card and you guess which one I picked. If you guess right you each get to pick one video from the list of anything Ken recorded, except for the sex videos. If you guys lose you have to each pay $100 to a charity of my choice. You all have to agree to this or I stop right now. Remember, this only gives you a 1 in 5 chance of winning. Discuss it among yourselves. Brian doesn't get a vote. The other guys quickly agreed to her terms. OK Dave which card do you pick? Looks like my charity is going to make some money. she said. I pick the 4. Dave answered. Shit! she picked up a card and showed it to us. It was the 4 of diamonds. Well a bet is a bet. I am sure I will regret this later. I lose. Here is a list detailing every video that Brian took. Dave, I am emailing it to you now. Can you print out six copies?" He agreed and the guys each got a copy. "Holy shit Brian! You took a lot of videos. I like the looks of this list." Jeff said. "Yeah, it seemed like every time I got undressed I saw a camera pointing at me. Before we go ahead do any of you see anything wrong with seeing the bride-to-be nude? I must be drunk!" she said. I heard a lot of cheering but no one wanted to stop. "I will let Dave go first. What do you want to see from the list? she asked. I got up to shut the laptop but Dave pushed me back in my chair. "There are so many to choose from I am having a hard time." Dave said. Maybe this will help. Remember when you were staying over at our place many years ago and you caught me in this red nightgown? she said. A picture of her wearing a red night gown appeared on the screen. "How could I forget that! Nipples sticking out the size of pencil erasers." Dave answered. "Well it was cold that night! I was so embarrassed!" she laughed. "I wasn't wearing the stockings or the garter, but this is what I looked like otherwise. If you choose number 49 you get to see me strip out of it!" "I can't wait! I choose number 49." Dave answered. The video started with her in her red nightie facing the wall. It showed her back and the tops of her sheer stockings. She turned and faced the camera. She swiveled her hips and showed off her nightgown. Her nipples were quite prominently showing through the thin material. The next cut of the video showed her sitting on the bed facing to her right while looking at the camera. Her right leg was stretched out straight to the right while her left leg was crossed under her. She proceeded to disconnect her right nylon from her garter belt in two places and then slowly rolled down her right stocking. She moved her left leg out from under her and did the same with her left stocking. She disconnected her garter belt and removed it while still sitting on the bed on her knees. She then crossed her arms and held the top of the nightgown and slowly pulled it over her head gradually revealing her grey panties and breasts with large nipples. She tossed the nightgown off camera and then slowly removed her panties. She ended the scene with her knees together nude on the bed. She managed to keep her legs demurely together the whole time so at no time did we see any pubic hair. My shy fiance who had never been nude in front of anyone but her doctor and I was now on display for all these horny guys! "Holy shit! That is far better than my imagination could have filled in" Dave said. John's turn now I think. Judy replied. Time passed while John looked at the list. How about some Polaroids while we wait for John to make up his mind? Brian told us he took some of them too. Dave asked. Well I guess so. I will show you some shots before I had ever shaved down there. That is pretty safe, you can't see anything anyway." A couple of old polaroids appeared on the screen of her laying nude on the bed. Through a series of whistles and catcalls Judy said Are you bored yet? Pretty tame for a stag I know. Wow! I was hairy then wasn't I? "Now not only my hairdresser knows my natural color." she laughed. She said "Maybe this will help you decide John. I saw you checking me out in this outfit at work years ago when you thought that I wasn't looking. Choose number 270 and you won't have to work so hard to imagine what was underneath." He agreed. The video showed Judy leaning on her left side in nylons and a red blouse. It slowly panned to the right and then back to the left. The next cut showed her right side with her standing. It panned from the floor up to the top and then back down again. The next cut showed her standing facing in the same direction. It started at her feet and then panned upwards past her knees until we notice she is not wearing anything above her nude colored nylons. It pans up to her ass and then gives us a side profile of her right tit and then pans down again to the floor. The camera pans up again with her turned away from us with a slight twist of her hips to the right. We got a great view of her ass and again part of her right tit. "Be still my heart!" John cried. "I shouldn't give you a turn Rick or have let you see this stuff. What would your wife say?" she said. "We just won't tell her. It's not like I haven't seen a nude woman before." Rick said. "I think the fact that it is me nude is the part she might object to, but OK, it is your turn." she said. "I choose 57." Rick answered. "I should have guessed you would choose that Rick!" she said. "You couldn't talk me into taking off my top in the hot tub all those years ago but you can see what you missed now. This is a longer video. At the end of it I am shaving for the first time. I hope you don't mind some closeups. Well it is Brian's fault. If he hadn't kept it I wouldn't have to show it. The video played and I turned away from the screen. The video was of her stripping out of her two piece red bathing suit. After that a clip of her shaving for the first time appeared on screen. "Oh my! I didn't remember playing with myself like that." she said. "Jesus! Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined I would be seeing this. Gorgeous!" Colin said. "This is the best present you could have given me! I don't suppose I could get you in the hot tub now dressed like that!" Rick said. "Sorry to crush your dreams Rick. I will be wearing my usual one piece suit. After today I will deny this video happened as well." she chuckled. "Well, you can't blame me for trying." Rick replied. "Colin's turn" Judy said. "I choose 104." Colin said. "I have noticed you are a breast man. The more bounce the better, Brian says you like that, not that I had that much to work with then." she said. The camera cut to a shot of her with a skipping rope in the nude skipping. There was a steady bounce from her 36C breasts. "Look at those tits go!" Colin said. "They would go much better now! Curtis's turn." Judy said. "I choose 297." he replied. "You don't want that one! I thought that was in another folder."Judy exclaimed. I really would like to see what you look like NOW nude. Curtis said. You don't want to see that do you? I am a lot fatter and have more cellulite. she said. And bigger tits! Dave said. Ok. A bet is a bet. Don't say I didn't warn you! she answered. The video showed Judy sitting in a whirlpool tub. Her tits were much larger than in the previous videos. The end of the video showed her getting out of the tub. Her rear end was prominent in the last shot. This video seemed to be especially popular with the guys. "I felt guilty watching this, but no way I was turning this off! I like a woman with some meat on her." Dave whispered to me. "Jeff's turn. Let me make a suggestion of number 72. I noticed how often we ended up at the gym at the same time and you always tried to get a machine right beside mine. At least you were honest and never looked away when I saw you staring at me. That never bothered me. A girl likes to know she has still got it. I used to wear this outfit when I worked out." Judy said. A picture appeared on screen of her many years ago in exercise leotards and top. I probably shouldn't tell you guys, but I work out in the basement now in the nude. I can jump out of bed nude in the morning and go downstairs for a workout before I go to work. Keeps me cooler and I can just run upstairs and shower right away. This is what I look like in bed. See, I am hairy again! John just about caught me once when he came over and was upstairs talking to Brian while I was trapped downstairs with my clothes upstairs." A picture appeared showing her nude just getting out of bed. "Wish I would have known!" John said. "I pick number 72. Maybe next time we can work out together." Jeff said. "No." she replied. "This is some footage of me working out many years ago. Sorry it isn't that outfit, but I do get nude." she chuckled. The video played. "Fantastic!" Jeff said. Judy finally stopped and announced "I am sure that when I go down the aisle you will be able to imagine me without that dress on in more detail now! I cannot believe what I have done! I probably shouldn't have had that much whiskey tonight. Please don't tell anyone what kind of porn you were watching. I hope Brian doesn't kill me." she chuckled. She picked up a vibrator and smiled at the camera. I was shocked! A chorus of cheers and whistling erupted from the crowd. "What do you think guys? Should I try this out?" She giggled. "Now hide your eyes." Just kidding. Too bad for you, Brian never made a video of me using my vibrator. Well, I have to go, see you at the wedding. With that she disconnected. "Man, I wish I could get a copy of some of those videos." said Rick after she disconnected. I walked over to John and made him and everyone else promise to keep her video a secret. We all had another drink and talked for a long time about what just happened. Once they were sure I wasn't too mad at them they really opened up. I really wanted to know about how they felt. I promised I wouldn't be offended. "Wow! That was hot! There is something special about knowing and flirting with a woman for over twenty years and wondering what she looks like under those clothes and then Bammm! All is revealed." Dave said. There was unanimous agreement to that. "At least I won't be alone staring at the bride as she walks down the aisle." Rick said. I stayed the night on Dave's couch. I knew Judy and I would both want to talk about what happened and I wanted to be sure we were both sober when we did talk. When I did get home we talked for a long time. I can't believe I did that! she explained. "I can't believe it either! Especially the video you played for Curtis." I said. "I really didn't know it was in there!" she said. "I couldn't believe you showed the shaving video." I said. "So what number did you actually pick?" I asked. "Two, not that it mattered. Our plan worked beautifully. All those nights of us role playing fantasies with me stripping for other men and it really, really happened. I can't believe how excited I got with all those guys cheering me. I was a little concerned about the more recent video of me and what they thought but they seemed to like the fat me better!" Judy said. "Much bigger tits." I laughed. She giggled at that. As soon as I had arrived home Judy hauled me into the bedroom and was like a wild woman having several orgasms. I pulled the phone out of my pocket and played the recording I made of all the guys comments after she disconnected. "They all agreed that it was much hotter to have you stripping for them than any other woman. Having seen you with your clothes on and undressing you with their eyes for all these years and then getting to actually see you nude was amazing. I will bet every one of them jacked off as soon as they got home and some before then." I said. "You think so?" she asked. "No doubt about it." I replied. "Wow! That sends tingles up my spine." Judy said. She shivered a little but had a big smile on her face. "What did Dave say when you texted him with the plan?" she asked. "He couldn't believe it but was very happy, and he repeated "very happy" to help out." "That pervert!" she laughed. "He did ask for one thing in return." I said. "What was that, I hate to ask?" she answered. "He danced around the issue at first to see what my feelings were on the request. I was a little hesitant at first, but said I was ok with it if you were. I agreed to try to convince you. He said if the question offended you he asked to be forgiven for the request and to please forget he ever mentioned it." I said. "Oh for God's sake just tell me! The suspense is killing me." she cried. "He wants you to do a full strip for him in person, with you starting by wearing your complete bridal outfit and ending up completely nude. He said he would bring the music and the alcohol. He is also willing to bring double his charitable donation with him." I answered. She looked at me in stunned silence for several long moments and then said; "That is another whole level! Playing videos from home is one thing, but stripping in person? Am I bold enough?" With that she dragged me into the bedroom again. Sometime later I said; "I told him you would text him with your answer." She grabbed her cell phone and texted one word to Dave. That word was "Yes!!" Part II Dave had agreed with me to wait until after the wedding and the short one weekend honeymoon, but we moved up the date of the strip to the next weekend. Judy had been so excited thinking about it that she couldn't sleep. I had to admit that our sex life lately had been supercharged! We decided to rent a hotel room so that there would be no interruptions. Judy was going to wear the exact wedding outfit she was planning to wear at the wedding. She didn't think that it would be too sexy letting loose her corset during the strip but I convinced her that it would be fine. Sure she had a lot of belly fat, but that was part of her charm (I didn't say that part to her). Dave arrived at the hotel at 7:00 P.M. and knocked on the door of our room. I had to work so I only arrived shortly before he did. Judy greeted him dressed in her full bridal gown and veil. The gown was a traditional full length white gown with over the shoulder straps. "Wow! You are a beautiful bride!" Dave gulped. "Thanks Dave. And you brought a bottle of my favorite Scotch. How sweet. I will get the glasses." she said. She poured us each a shot of Scotch in the hotel tumblers. We shot the breeze as if today was no different than normal. Dave finally said "You don't have to strip if you don't want to. I am not going to hold you to that promise." "Thanks Dave. If it was anyone but you I don't think I could go through with it. For some reason with you, it feels right. We'll Finish our drinks and then I will put the music on. I am going to use my own music so I get the timing right. It sure is hard to drink with this veil on. I think I am more anxious now about spilling something on this dress. It will be a relief to get it off and put away again." she said. She had Dave sit in a chair close by her and started the music. She took off her veil and smiled at Dave while turning 360 degrees so he could get a total look at her. She had a modestly cut front and a pretty well covered back. She had white high heeled shoes on. She took her time pulling off her elbow length lace gloves. She sat down in a chair then stretched her leg in front of her and pulled back her dress and slip showing her right leg. She had on long white lace stockings and a blue garter on her leg. "Would you like to remove the garter Dave?" she asked. Dave got up and came over to her and reached for the garter. "Not that way, with your teeth. You have experience with this garter." she laughed. Dave hesitated for a moment and then gradually pulled off the garter with his teeth while getting a very close up view of her legs and lace brief panties. She dropped the dress down back over his head so I could only imagine what was happening. When he got the garter all the way down her leg he took off her shoe so he could get it off her leg. She put her high heel back on. She smiled conspiratorially at him and told him to go sit back down with his prize. She stood back up and reached back and started to slide down the zipper of her gown the whole time meeting Dave's eyes. Judy slid the strap off one shoulder and then the other suggestively. Then she slid the gown down over her hips and stepped out of it and dropped it on the bed. She still had on her long slip which she then removed. She started the next song. This left her in her white corset, garter belt, lace panties, stockings, and high heeled shoes. She swayed her hips slowly and turned around so Dave could get the full effect. She then sat down again, removed the shoes, and slowly unsnapped the two snaps on each stocking and very slowly eased off her stockings one at a time. Next she removed the garter belt. She again turned around and smiled at Dave. "Should I stop now Dave?" she asked. "No, definitely not!" he replied. "Can you help me with the snaps Dave?" she asked while turning her back to us. Dave unsnapped all twelve hooks and Judy stood holding the corset to her chest. She told Dave to sit down again. Dave had this smile on his face like he had just won the lottery. She turned facing us holding the corset up against her in just her panties and high heel shoes. She gave us another spin and then let the corset drop but held her hands against her tits covering the nipples. She rubbed her hands in circular motions on her tits. She finally dropped her hands. Her big D cup tits were on full display now for Dave. She did another turn and then sat down in the chair again. She slid down her panties while holding her legs together. Then suddenly she spread her legs. "I can't believe it! You shaved!" I exclaimed. She had only shaved once in the whole time I had known her. She was as bare as the day she was born. "Brian mentioned how you liked the shaving video." she told Dave. "I sure did! I love your new look!" Dave squeaked. She tossed her panties on the bed and then faced us doing a suggestive dance. "Just like the strip club." she said. "Yeah, except for the strip pole and the lap dances." he answered. "Would you like a lap dance Dave?" she said. Dave just nodded his head up and down and didn't say a word. "Whoa!" I thought, we had never discussed this. She walked over to the ice bucket and grabbed an ice cube which she rubbed on her nipples until they were hard. "OK Dave, lay down on your back on the rug. Now remember you can't touch me. Keep your arms at your sides. I won't be touching you either. There are no happy endings." she said. Dave agreed to this and she had him lay down flat on his back on the rug. She started another song and got down on her hands and knees straddling him. She did what she calls a table top crawl above him. Her dark hair was almost touching his chest. She moved slowly above him until her left breast was suspended about just above his eyes. She then moved slightly until her right breast came into the same position. She then shook them to left and right until they had a nice motion going. I am sure one of her long nipples hit his nose once. "Do you like that?" She asked. I knew from the wide smile on his face and the tenting of his jeans that he was having a good time. "Ve Ve Very much!" he stuttered. "I didn't know you stuttered Dave!" I teased him. She then slid up slowly until her cunt was right above his nose and stopped there. She then turned 180 degrees and repeated the process with her tits and her cunt. She moved forward slightly and waved her ass back and forth in his face. Her final action was to stand back up facing the top of his head. She then moved forward slightly, slid her legs out and almost did the splits. She arched her neck forward so she could see exactly how far down she was sliding. "Dave, make sure you keep that tongue of yours in your mouth." she laughed. She lowered herself until her cunt was about two inches above Dave's right eye. She then moved until it was above his left eye. To say that I was shocked was to put it mildly! Dave told me later that her clit was swollen and that she was so wet she almost dripped on him. "Smells wonderful!" he squeaked. She stood up and said that Dave could get up now. She said goodbye to him and slowly walked away exaggerating the sway of her hips to take a shower. Her whole body was flushed and I could tell she was very sexually excited. Dave and I were both astonished at what just happened and watched her walk away with our jaws hanging open. When Judy left our sight, I talked to Dave. He was panting heavily. I let him recover before I talked to him. "Thanks a lot Dave for pretending it was your idea to ask Judy to strip for you." I said. "Are you kidding me? That was a sailor's dream come true! Those tits and that ass! Wow! I said it before, and I don't know why, maybe it is the years of build up, but having Judy strip for me is far better than any strip club I have been in. She doesn't have the moves and is overweight, but she does it for me. I hope I haven't creamed my pants." Dave said. "It has been a fantasy of Judy's for years to have another man see her nude, but if I hadn't pushed her there was no way it would have happened." I said. "How do you feel about this whole thing?" he asked sheepishly. "I didn't see that lap dance coming but I am proud of her and the guts it took for her to go after what she wanted. Well, at times I have felt a little jealousy, and this certainly wasn't my idea, but it does have its benefits. She is a tornado in bed now." I said. "I wish I could see that!" he said. "I don't see that happening Dave." I answered. "I know. But a guy can dream can't he? Take lots of videos for me on your honeymoon." he laughed. With that I showed him out of the hotel and went back to our room where I got this amazing blowjob and we got a head start on our honeymoon. Things got pretty back to normal after that except that Judy's sex drive went into high gear. Wednesday night was the night Judy usually took over a casserole to Dave's place. She had promised Caroline that she would look after him after she was gone. She picked up the casserole and got ready to leave. I had to get together some bids for contracts I was bidding on and was staying home to finish them. "You sure I shouldn't go with you? After that lapdance you gave Dave he will probably jump you and have his way with you!" I laughed. I was only kidding. Dave would never do that, much as he probably wanted to. Our friendship was very important to us. "No, I will be fine." she chuckled. "See, only a pair of jeans and shirt with a bra. Nothing to get excited about." she said as she walked out the door. She rang the bell on Dave's door and he let her in. "Smells great. I meant the casserole. You smell good too!" he said. "Thanks Dave for both compliments. This is shepherd's pie." she said. She noticed he was playing solitaire. "Want to play some cards? You know how much I like to play cards." she added. "How about strip poker?" he leared at her. "Dave, Dave, Dave, what am I going to do with you?" she said. "Anything and everything I hope." he kidded. "Well" she hesitated. "It would be only fair, you saw me nude but I have never seen you with less on than a swimsuit." she leered back at him. Dave hesitated for a couple of seconds before he said "I was only kidding about the strip poker." "I know you were, but I wasn't." she said. Dave hesitated again. "To be honest I would find it frustrating. The lapdance was amazing but left me frustrated. Oh I jacked off after, but it reminded me of the amazing blowjob I would get from Caroline after she used to strip for me. I haven't had sex in a year! Sorry! I shouldn't have told you all that." he said. "You chickening out Dave? You promised me a poker game!" she said. "OK. I can't resist in a frustrating sort of way. But only if you get Brian to OK it." he said. She texted me explaining things and her reasoning. It was a bizarre thing to ask of me, but for some reason I agreed. I would do almost anything for that woman. I texted her back and she showed Dave my text. They decided to play a quick version of poker with the person with the worst hand taking off an item of clothing. Judy had a bra on which gave her an extra piece of clothing on to what Dave had. They sat on chairs at the kitchen table. Judy shuffled first and dealt five cards each. "What have you got?" Judy asked. "No pair, Queen high." "Hah! I win, Ace high. Take something off!" she said He took off a sock. She lost the next hand and took off a sock as well. They continued until she ended up in her bra and panties and he ended up with his briefs on. The next hand was dealt and Judy lost. She took off her panties. She sat at the table so he didn't get a look at her. "Keep your head above the table Dave!" she giggled. Judy won the next hand and Dave had to take off his underwear. "I win! Stand up Dave." she said. He obeyed and stood up and did a spin. His cock was about eight inches long and extremely hard Judy told me when recounting the tale. "Did I cause that?" she laughed. She took off her bra and it grew even harder. "You bet you did you temptress! Man! Brian is a lucky guy! You have such gorgeous tits! I am going to have to go to the bathroom and take care of this before I can get my shorts back on." "It would be rude to leave a guest like that. Pour us a couple of drinks would you." she said. He walked over to the bar with his cock flopping up and down. "God you are a cocktease. I can't take much more of this before I have to relieve myself." he gasped. She walked over and picked up her phone from the end table. Dave watched her intently as she bent over. "Look what Brian texted me." She passed her phone to Dave. "You have my permission to give Dave one of your famous blowjobs honey. Have fun Dave!" was what I said in the text. Dave's mouth dropped open. With that she took his hand and led him over to the couch. She had him lay on his back on the couch and then slowly licked his cock from the base to the head. He tensed up when she touched his cock. When she grabbed his balls he just about went through the roof, she told me later. Before she could go any further he came all over her face with the biggest cum she had ever seen. He just lay there panting and didn't say a word. "Well, that just won't do. I just got started." she giggled as she licked some of the cum off her face and wiped the rest off. "I see you have your portable treadmill set up in the living room." she said. "Yeah, more room out here." he panted. "Mind if I try it out?" she asked with a gleam in her eye. "Uh, no, go ahead." he stammered. He stood at the front of the treadmill watching carefully as she started running on the treadmill. Her tits were like poetry in motion, he told me later. He wandered to the side and back and watched her body move very carefully. "See any flaws in my running form? Hey Dave, my eyes are up here!" she laughed. He stood nursing his drink at the front of the treadmill again for some time. She stopped running and told Dave to sit on the rug. "I am going to have to get that beautiful cock hard again so I can play with it properly." she said. She turned her ass to him and waved it in his face. She has this erotic way of twitching her ass muscles so that her ass bounces around. She turned around to face him and leaned over him bouncing her tits left and right in front of his face. He reached up as if to grab a tit but she slapped his hand down. "Uh uh uh! Brian has set a no touching rule. I can touch you but you can't touch me. I don't make the rules." she laughed. With that she kissed him on the forehead. "Well, looks like your John Thomas has come back to life. My, that is a big one." she said as she grabbed him by the cock and led him around the room like a dog on a leash. She dug one of long nails into his cock slightly and he visibly winced. "Amazing how easily I can control a man when I have hold of his cock. Feeling a little vulnerable are you?" she laughed. He stayed silent. She led him back to the couch where she sat him back down. "Now maybe you can last longer this time so I can show you one of my talents." she grinned like a cheshire cat. She held on to the base of his cock while she slowly circled the head of his cock with her tongue. She looked him in the eyes while she worked. Eventually she pushed his cock down her throat and starting pumping. She has an amazing talent of not gagging. She managed to take the whole thing down her throat. Her tits were slapping on his legs the whole time. Dave told me later that he couldn't believe it. He had heard of women who could swallow a whole cock but never imagined that he would see it happen. He said it felt amazing and although he lasted longer this time he came again quite quickly. She swallowed all of it and licked his cock clean afterwards. She then got up and got dressed, picked up her phone and got ready to leave. "If I wasn't married I would love to have taken that big cock for a test drive!" she laughed and winked at him suggestively. Dave stood dumbfounded still nude. "Brian just texted me to tell you that that blowjob is the gift for the groomsman." she laughed again as she walked out the door. We toned things back after that. After Judy confessed to me how close she came to fucking Dave we decided not to tempt fate. I am not into this cuckold stuff. I am too much the jealous type. Dave is our good friend and we didn't want to change that. The wedding and reception went well. At the dance the guys from the bachelor party seemed to all be getting quite a few close dances from Judy. I asked her about it and she said it was nothing serious. They were just flirting with her. Of course she had to flirt back. Dave and her seemed to be laughing and giggling a lot together at the reception too. When I asked what Dave had to say she said: "Oh Dave, he was an angel, texting me bible verses." When I said that didn't sound like Dave she added: "Here, let me read his text to you: "From the Bible's "Song of Solomon" Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit. I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its fruit." she said. "Dave was only kidding." "What did you say back to him?" I asked. "Oh, I just paraphrased Mae West, "A good man is hard to find, or in your case a hard man is good to find." and then I grabbed him by the balls and winked at him." "You did what?" I cried. "Well it's not as if I haven't had his balls in my hand before." she laughed. I really didn't know what to say. "At our wedding reception yet! Did anyone see you?" I asked. "I don't think so. Dave went out for a smoke break and I followed him. I was only flirting with him." "Did he touch you back?" I asked. "Are you kidding? He wouldn't dare! Dave is harmless." she said. I had known him a long time and she was probably right. I was probably making a big deal about nothing. Recently Dave started going steady with a widow who surprisingly looks a lot like Judy. She is almost the same height, has dark brunette hair, is a little chubby, and has pretty big tits. I am sure it is just a coincidence. That ended any exhibitionist tendencies she may have had with Dave. She stopped bringing food over to his house too. It didn't stop her teasing other guys though! But that is another story. Any feedback is appreciated at [email protected] I also have an illustrated version of this story I can send you.

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You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, a law enforcement officer of the United Kingdom, and that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. The Office Cleaners Part1. In the late 90s I worked in an Insurance company office in South London. My work was as a computer systems programmer and my duties meant I was often in the office late in the day. Most of my colleagues would normally have left the building by 17.30 and I would normally depart sometime between 18.30 and 19.00 hrs. The reason I write this story is to tell readers of my experiences I had with the office cleaners who would arrive at 17.30 each day to generally tidy up, empty the trash and polish the desks. As I said most days, soon after the arrival of the cleaners, I would be the only member of staff left. The regular cleaners we had were two women in their late thirties. Now I dont want to be disparaging in anyway to them; they were real nice people, but they were, as we say in England, the dirty sort. By that I mean neither of them was anything other than you might expect; working class, good natured women who both looked liked they had been about a bit and certainly knew how to handle themselves. The short of women that you wouldnt want to get on the wrong side of, but always fancied shagging like hell! Like I said, I thought they were real pleasant and as soon as they arrived we would swap hellos, ask how they were doing and then they would get on with their work whilst I returned to mine. As I sat at my terminals I would watch them go about their work and often fantasise about them; what they looked like naked, being fucked by their men, giving head etc. However when I finally and actually got to find out what they were about sexually, I was in for a fantastic surprise. It was one evening in August and I happened to notice that having quickly dusted round my part of the office they had both gone into the stair well area. There was nothing particularly unusual in this since they also cleaned the toilets that were located in this area. However what struck me this particular evening was that they seemed to finish the office very quickly. I hadnt even had time to get a good look at what they were wearing let alone let my imagination run wild. I decided to wander out onto the stairs, partly out of curiosity and partly out of concern in case anything was wrong. As I made my way past the lifts, I heard a strange muffled sound from the ladies toilet. I walked to the door and listened. It was unmistakably the sound of sex. They were fairly loud groans of excitement most definitely coming from the toilet. I thought who it could be and decided that as far as I knew it was only the cleaners and me in the building so it had to be them. But it couldnt be! What was the chance of the two cleaners having sex at work let alone together. I thought again; what if it was one of them and a bloke. Perhaps their boyfriend or husband had come in to meet them. I listened again at the door and was sure that it was the sound of two women I could hear. I decided to take a chance and gentle push the door open. If I were lucky they would be out of site of the door and would not immediately see me. If they did see me, well then I figured they would hardly have a leg to stand on. Sure they may be pissed off at me catching them but they could hardly complain too much if I had caught them fucking each other. I gently pushed the door of the toilet open and immediately saw the two women. They were in a cubicle with the door open and slightly round the corner from the door but I was getting a superb view in the large wall mirror opposite the door. At this point I should describe the women. Both, as I said, were in their late thirties, maybe early forties. One was dark haired, with large hips, good firm breasts and a tendency to dress perhaps ten years younger than she actually was. Her name was Karen. The other was smarter, again with full hips but much smaller breasts. She was the more forceful of the two and her name was Angie. Back to the view before me. Karen was stood in the cubicle, straight legged, with her back to the open door, bent at the hips with her hands resting on the toilet seat. Her jeans and knickers were round her angles but other than that she was fully dressed. Angie was still fully clothed, stood behind Karen and had three fingers of her left hand firmly inside Karens pussy. I couldnt believe what I was seeing. As I stood staring, Angie started to pump her fingers in and out and as she did so was trying to get her whole hand into Karen's cunt. She was being quite rough and holding Karens hair with her other hand. Come on you fuck bitch!, shouted Angie, come for me, come on, come for me you slut. You love this dont you! Dont You! You dirty bitch! Angie was obviously running this little show and seemed to be greatly enjoying her dominant position. In response to her harsh prompting all Karen replied was a gentle Yes, yes I want to be fucked. Please fuck me. as she approached a orgasm. Suddenly her head bucked backwards, her leg muscles contracted and her arse checks closed tight. She groaned in delight. Angie, realising Karen was coming, thrust her hand fully into her wet cunt and started spanking her arse checks as if trying to wring ever last drop of orgasm out of her. When Karen was spent, Angie pulled her hand out roughly and wiped it on Karens sweatshirt. I expected them to turn around at this point and was just about to let the door close when Angie spoke. Stay exactly as you are! she instructed, Dont stand up and dont turn around. I want to look at your wet slutty pussy while I wank. She moved a couple of paces back from Karen and then dropped her track trousers to her ankles. Without dropping her panties she put her hand to her own cunt, crouched down, to get a better view of Karens pussy, and started to wank herself furiously. Again she started to talk dirty, chastising Karen for being a dirty slut and shouting, fuck, oh god fuck me! over and over. At the site of this I could control myself no more. I opened my fly, pushed the top of my shorts down and grabbed hold of my rock hard dick! It took no more than three or four pumps for me to shoot my load straight in through the toilet door and onto the tiled floor. A few more pumps to empty my load and I let the door start to close as I walked away to the sound of Angie screaming to her own orgasm. Having returned to my desk, I was obviously entranced by what I had just seen. There was no way I was going to let this be a one off and decided that since Karen seemed to be submissive to Angie, it was her I should tackle first. As luck would have it Karen walked back onto the office floor. I decided that I should strike immediately rather than have to wait for a future chance that may never come. Karen proceeded to a group of desks in front of mine and set about tidying them. I took a deep breath and blurted out, So youre Angies fuck slut, are you?. Karen paused for a second, I held my breath, then she swung round to look at me and simple said What? I could see from her embarrassed look that she had instantly recognised I knew something or had seem something and she look so scared. What? she said again. I held my nerve, I said, so youre Angies fuck slut are you!, and continued before she had chance to respond, I just saw your little show in the toilets. Youve got a real nice pussy there Karen, Im not surprised Angie likes to look at it whilst she frigs herself! Karen, giving up all pretence at innocence, said It wasnt a show and certainly not for you to see! Well I did see it Karen, I said, and I can tell you it was one hell of a show from where I was standing. At this point Karens demeanour changed and she went very sheepish. She approached my desk and sat herself in a chair just a few feet from me. Look, please dont say anything, she begged, I cant have anyone else know, please Before I responded she started to spill everything to me. Angie made me do it! A few months ago I was going through a rough patch with my fella. I told her I had had an affair thinking that she would offer me the support I needed, but instead of acting like the friend I thought she was she just got nasty and said she would tell my husband if I didnt do what she wanted. I couldnt believe it. I really thought she would understand and help. And what did she have in mind for you to do? I asked. She continued, At first she just made me do more of the cleaning work whilst she sat around reading magazines and drinking coffee. So what didnt you just tell her to fuck off and leave? I said. I thought about it but Im trapped. I need this job and couldnt afford just to walk away from it. Even cleaning jobs are not easy to find at the moment. Also, I couldnt take the risk that she wouldnt tell my husband. All in all I decided that doing the extra work was a price worth paying, at least until my husband and I started getting along better. Then perhaps I could tell him myself that I had made a mistake and that I was sorry. Doing some extra cleaning is a long way from what I just saw, I said. Karen continued, The sexual stuff started a few weeks ago, when we were cleaning. Angie told me to go into the toilets. I didnt have a clue what she wanted as I walked in in front of her. The out of the blue she said that she wanted to she my tits. I couldnt believe what she was asking. She insisted and repeated her threats. I begged her not to humiliate me like that but she said it was a small price to pay not to tell my husband about my affair and anyway if I obliged her with a show then she would pick up her share of the work again. I caved in and slowly lifted my top, removed my bra and showed her my tits. I thought it was just Angies way of showing me who was in charge but as soon as she saw my breasts I realised she seemed to be getting very excited. Did she make you do anything else? I asked. Not on that occasion. She just looked at my tits touched each of my nipples, then told me to get on with my work. I got dressed and that was that. However a few days latter she made me go into the toilets again. I thought if she just wanted to see my tits again, but this time she instructed that I strip completely. I got a little worried but at the same time there was something very exciting about the situation. Not just the risk of being caught but the humiliation of being submissive to Angie. As I slowly stripped I could feel my nipples hardening and my pussy getting wet. Once naked, she told me to spread my legs wide and frig myself! And did you?, I asked. Yes I did. She answered. Did Angie do anything? I asked. No she just watched, but she did stay in the toilet after I had finished and left so I reckon she probably masturbated herself. She replied. So when did she actually do something to you? I went on. At this point Karen got defensive and told me that it was none of by business anyway and she wasnt going to tell me anymore. Okay, I may have caught them at it but that was that, and it certainly wouldnt happen again. I decided to push her, Look Karen, I can help you here, help you get even with Angie but in return I want to know everything. How are you going to help me?, she asked. First you tell me how masturbation turned to sex and then well discuss how I may help you. Okay, Karen went on slightly reluctantly, it was really just the same as previous times. During our work Angie would suddenly announce that it was time for the toilet. I knew what she meant and followed her. It had happened enough times by now that I just started to undress as soon as we got into the toilet and having done so started to masturbate for her. But a couple of weeks ago it was different. For the first time Angie removed her clothes. Not all of them, but she stripped to her bra and panties and later her bra came off aswell. As I started to masturbate she told me to kneel on all fours. This position of exposure seemed to add to the humiliation and to her enjoyment. So what did she do? I asked. She knelt down behind me and started to rub my cunt and around my arse hole with her fingers. It was just a gorgeous feeling to know it was another women doing it, she said, Then she pushed two fingers into my cunt and the end of her thumb into my arse. I turned my head to see her. She had her eyes closed and was rubbing her own tits with her other hand. She looked like she was in ecstasy. I turned away and concentrated on the finger fucking I was getting. I started to come within a couple of minutes and rode backwards onto Angies fingers as hard as I could. It was so fucking dirty, just doing it on the toilet floor like that. I came streams. Cunt juice running down my legs. There was so much I was knelling in puddles of the stuff by the time I had finished. The strangest thing of all was that when it was over and I was gathering up my clothes I thanked her. Can you believe it, I actually thanked her for humiliating me! It seemed to me that if Karen enjoyed it as much as she said, then why on earth would she want my help to get even with Angie. I put this to her and she said that she couldnt go on with Angie holding all the cards. Whilst she did enjoy the sex and even being submissive she wanted to feel safer knowing that it was by choice she did it and not wholly under Angies control. So, she said, Ive told you everything, so now you tell me how you will help me get even. First things first! I said, theres one more thing you have to do for me before I help you. Whats that? I didnt need to answer. I just stood, dropped my trousers and shorts and sat back down. My cock was standing fully erect as a result of Karens story. She looked at me, looked at the glistening head of my cock and sank off her chair onto the floor. She crawled over to me and, without hesitation, sank her mouth over my cock. I cant pretend we had a really good long session. We didnt! I was so excited that after just a few moves of her head and tongue my prick started to spurt. I pulled out of her mouth and directed maybe four or five good shots of cum into Karens face and hair. She looked disappointed, so I told her there would be plenty more opportunities for us to enjoy each other. She remained sitting at my feet as I passed her a box of tissues to clean herself up. Now as to Angie, I said, is she honest? Yeah generally, I suppose said Karen, wiping as much of my spunk out of her hair as possible. Suppose? Well she doesnt rob banks if thats what you mean! But Ive known her take a few bits and pieces from offices we clean. Nothing much you understand, office supplies, that sort of thing, said Karen. Right! I said, thats how we start. Tomorrow when you clean this area I shall be in the print room. From there I can see my desk. It the top draw I shall leave a 20 note and the draw will be half-open. If Angie goes for it and lifts the money weve got her! Then what? asked Karen. Oh, then we shall have some real fun but as to the details of what I have in mind for Angie, you will have to wait and see! I said. The Office Cleaners Part2. The next day when Karen and Angie arrived I gave Karen the nod and, as arranged, put a 20 note partly on view in my desk top-draw. I then retired to the print room, which had a good view over my desk area. I had previously lowered the venetian blinds and angled the slats to offer a good view from inside the room but little or no view into the room from the office floor. I could therefore see what Karen and Angie were doing without much chance of them seeing me. Karen made sure to clean desks away from mine to ensure that it was Angie who approached my desk to clean. Angie started to tidy things around and then spotted the money. At first see took a quick look up to see where Karen was and then closed the draw a little. She was being careful not to take it when Karen was around. Karen, cleverly, moved away still further to the other side of the office floor. At this point Angie dusted my desk top and then very quickly slide my draw open grabbed the money and half closed the draw again. I wanted to rush out but kept my cool. I needed her to put it in her pocket to make sure I had her. Sure enough having had a further quick glance to make sure Karen hadnt noticed, Angie stuffed the money into her jeans pocket. I immediately walked out of the print room and sat straight down at my desk. Angie was by this time a few paces away and started for the door, obviously surprised at my entry. I acted immediately. Angie, I said, can you come back here a minute please. Angie turned round and confidently walked back to my desk. She was very cool. I think you may have something of mine there! I said. Like what? she replied gruffly. Like some money from my desk. Do be stupid! Why should I have money from your desk for Gods sake! she responded. Because Angie, I said summoning as much authority as I could, I saw you take it. You took it from my top drawer and placed it in your jean pocket which is exactly where it will be now if we look. Fuck off! she said, as quietly as possible obviously hoping not to attract Karens attention. I dont think so Angie. I saw it all and I can recognise the money you took because I happened to jot a word onto it earlier. Angie started to look a little worried. Listen she said, Dont let Karen know. Im sorry and Ill give it back. I wont ever do it again. Honest! Not good enough!, I shouted loud enough to make her jump. Karen come over here please, I shouted across the office. Karen duly came over. Karen, I continued, Sadly I have to tell you that I have caught your friend here stealing from my desk and I want you to witness what happens next. I turned to Angie and said, Take the money out of your top left jean pocket and pass it to Karen. Angie did as instructed. Now Karen, unfold the note and you will see the word Oracle written in the bottom left corner in red ink. Correct? Karen looked at the note and confirmed what I had said. I continued, So Angie, Karen has witnessed that you are a thief. What is your response. Angie looking quickly back and forth between myself and Karen and started to stutter. I really dont steal. Im not a thief. It was just there and I just took it, andand . Shut up!, I shouted, Stop trying to excuse yourself.. Well what are you going to do. If you report me Ill at least lose my job and if the police are involved I may even go to court. I cant have that. The shame for my family I interrupted her again and told her that I might be persuaded not to report her. Youd let me off?, she asked. I didnt say that! I said I might not report you but there has to be a deal. She enquired what I meant by a deal. Lets be straight here Angie, I said, Today I caught you thieving but do you know that yesterday I caught you doing something else?. Before she had a chance to respond I continued, yesterday, Angie, I saw both you and Karen in the toilet and everything you did. She looked horrified and turned to Karen for support. Karen just stared her straight in the eye. The deal is Angie, that I will not report your thieving and in return you will submit yourself to both myself and Karen to do with as we see fit. Further you will swear not to say anything to Karens husband about her recent affair. Do you clearly understand? Angie again looked at Karen, realising that Karen had obviously told me something of what had been going on between them both. Fuck off! Im not doing what she says replied Angie sneering at Karen. Fine!, I responded, Ill call your employer and then the police! Angie just went silent and was obviously considering her position. Okay, okay, she said quietly, Ill do it. I dont have any frigging choice do I, you bastards! Just like I didnt! said Karen, speaking for the first time. I turned to Karen and asked her what Angies first punishment should be. Karen responded, I think we should take things slowly. Make her sweat a little more each day! she said as if Angie wasnt even there, For today Angie you will continue your work but in the nude! Fuck off! shouted Angie, again. No Angie!, I cut in, you do as Karen instructs or I pick up the phone. And let me remind you that I wont tolerate you arguing the point every time Karen issues an instruction. Now strip! Angie took a last look at Karen, hoping to be let off but Karen simply repeated the instruction, Strip! At this Angie slowly started to unbutton her blouse and took it off. This was followed by her trainers and her jeans which she very slowly pulled down to her ankles and stepped out off, covering her crotch with her hands as she did so. Now the bra and pants!, said Karen sternly. Angie did as she was told and removed her underwear. She stood before us now stark naked and trying to cover herself as best she could. No use being coy Angie, I said, Now go about your work while Karen and I watch you. With that Karen fetched a coffee for herself and me and then sat beside me. We both watched in silence as Angie started about her chores. Her tits gently bobbing around and her pussy being beautifully exposed to our view every time she bent down to pick things up and empty bins. I turned to Karen and asked her if she wanted Angie to do anything else this time. No not this time. I want to take this real slow and enjoy it each evening. Mark my words she will do all sorts for us by the time Ive got even with her, but for tonight her humiliation is enough. As for yourself, please feel free to wank whilst you watch. Thats the least you deserve for delivering Angie to me! Angie had heard the whole conversation, but said nothing. I wasnt going to miss this opportunity and dropped by trousers and shorts. For the second evening running I was wanking openly in the office but this time seeing Angie perform, the tables having been totally switched in Karens favour. I pulled my cock slowly and steadily for a few minutes whilst Karen watched and Angie paraded herself. Then when I was nearing orgasm, Karen called Angie over and told her to stand in front of me. Karen then took hold of my cock for the final few pumps and made me start to spurt. She directed my cum onto Angies thighs and drained the very last drop from me with pump after pump. My spunk was running down Angies legs onto her feet. One spent, I started to get re-dressed while Karen ordered Angie to clear up my mess. Once cleaned up, Angie was told to dress herself and make sure she was ready for tomorrow! What will I have to do tomorrow? she asked. Youll see, said Karen. The Office Cleaners Part 3. The following day my anticipation as to what would happen when Karen and Angie arrived, kept my mind from my work. I was desperately excited at the thought of Angies further humiliation at the hands of Karen whilst at the same time scared, in case the whole thing turned bad or my involvement was in any way discovered. As the end of the working day approached and colleagues started to drift off home, my anticipation grew, as did my cock every time I thought about Angie being made to strip the day before and go about her work flashing her most intimate parts to both Karen and myself. Twice during the day I had resorted to having a wank in the toilet. Now I watched the clock. The last of my colleagues had left some ten minutes ago and it was now 5.45. I heard Karen and Angie in the corridor. Strangely they were chatting as though nothing had happened between them. Had they got on good terms again? Would evens be taken further? I had to know! As they entered the office area my mind was put at ease. Karen came straight over to my desk and asked if I was looking forward to Angies further punishment. Oh yes! I said, but the way you were chatting together in the corridor I didnt know what was going on. Thats out of work! replied Karen sternly, once we start work then things are different! I told her I didnt understand. Nor do I, she said but thats the way it is. It just seems right that way. There has to be a point each day when the dominance, the sex stuff ends or it would get out of hand. I still didnt fully understand but could just about see where Karen was coming from. As Karen chatted to me, Angie had proceeded to start the cleaning of the office and didnt seem to want to catch either my nor Karens eye. Karen shouted over to her, Angie, over here, now! Angie looked up from her work, looked at Karen, then me and then sheepishly started to walk towards us. Karen started, So Angie, do you still feel ashamed at being caught thieving yesterday, and are you sorry for the threats you made against me and for the humiliation that you subjected me to before Steven here so kindly rescued me from your nastiness? She went on, and what about your punishment last night, how was that? Angie again looked at me and then at Karen and replied, Yeah Im sorry I took the money and I suppose I was nasty to you before, so sorry for that as well. And what about your punishment? repeated Karen. I didnt have much fucking choice did I! replied Angie. I cut in, no you didnt, but you did agree to it. Is that it now? asked Angie. Oh no! said Karen, you will be punished much more yet, Ive got all sorts planned for you and I know your a dirty slag so youll enjoy every minute of it wont you? Even if you pretend to be hard done by. Now for tonight your punishment will be a show! You will put on a masturbation show for Steve and I, and you can start now. Get your clothes off, all of them! I was enjoying every minute of this and settled back into my chair adjusting my now erect prick as I did so, to be comfortable. I had to agree with Karen, it seemed to me that whilst Angie protested her punishment it was a very half-hearted protest. I really do think she was quietly enjoying what was going on between the three of us. Angie started to undress. First her sweat, followed by the T-shirt underneath. She was bra less and her tits bounced free from the clothing, already showing erect nipples. This time Angie made no attempt to hide herself as she shed her clothes. Next she kicked off her trainers and grabbing the elastic waist of her track pants lowered slowly down to her ankles. Before she stepped out of them she puled her knickers down to join them. Then she stepped out of both together. Standing away from her pile of discarded clothes she seemed to be awaiting instruction. I felt that it was not for me to get involved at this stage and I to waited for Karen to speak. Turning to her I could see she had her eyes fixed on Angies cunt and seemed to be slowly rubbing her thighs together. Karen was obviously hot too and I knew this was going to be a good evening. You will follow my instructions Angie, said Karen and then proceeded to issue details commands to Angie. First play with your breasts. Rub and pinch your nipples. I want them to be as hard and erect as they can be. Angie raised her hands to her tits and started to gently rub them. Then pinching a nipple in each hand she tweaked and pulled at them quite harshly, stopping only to lick as much of her breasts as she could reach with her tongue before returning each time to the massaging. As she paid attention to her breasts I could see Angie was getting very turned on. Her nipples were indeed now very erect and her pussy was glistening with moisture. For her part Karen had sat down and with a hand inside her own blouse was also playing her own tits. Now your cunt!, she said to Angie, start playing with your cunt. I want you to spread your pussy lips wide so that we can see your wetness. Then start on your clit. I want you to rub it hard and fast. Angie again obliged, dropping her hands to her pussy and promptly pulling her lips as wide as possible, inserting a finger as she did so. She was dripping, with liquid now openly running down her legs. She started rubbing her clit, at first slowly and than quickly speeded up until she was groaning as she frantically approached an orgasm. Stop!, shouted Karen, I didnt say you could come. You will come when I say and only when I give permission. Is that clear? Now turn around bend over to touch your toes and spread your legs. Angie did as she was told, assuming the position as instructed. Her pussy and arsehole were now fully exposed. Karen left her like this for a few moments whilst she removed her own blouse and bra and then sat down again and resumed her own tit massage. For my part I decided to follow suit and quickly stripped to just my underwear. As I sat down I put a hand into my shorts and started to gently rub my cock. Now Angie, bring one hand between your legs and continue masturbating. This time you may come but you must remain in position. Angie quickly bought her left hand between her legs and inserted two or three fingers into her cunt. With her right hand she was clearly working on her clit. It didnt take long for her to start groaning again and her hand movements became frantic as she wrenched herself to orgasm. As she came her pussy actually dripped onto the carpet and spent of energy she collapsed to her knees. I told you to remain standing! said Karen sternly, for that you will be sent home in a mess! Turning to me, Karen told me to take my shorts off and go over to Angie. Surprised at my own submissiveness, I did as told, my erect prick bouncing up and down as I walked and dripping pre-cum with every bounce. I stood behind Angie who was still on her hands and knees. Now Steve continue masturbating. I want you to come on Angies arse. I want your spunk to drip down her arse cheeks, said Karen as she herself removed the rest of her own clothing, sat on the floor legs spread and started to wank herself off. As usual, given the circumstances, it didnt take long for me to cum. I directed a huge load all over Angies arse and into her arse crack. My spunk dripped, as Karen wanted, down between Angies legs. Once I had finished my load both Angie and I turned to watch Karen finish herself off which she did with a grand finale of bringing her wet fingers to her mouth and eagerly sucking her own juices. Karen then got to her feet and said, Right Angie you will now finish the cleaning, without cleaning yourself up. I want to see you dripping with cum as you work and when finished you will get dressed also without cleaning yourself up. Oh come on Karen, pleaded Angie. Just do as youre told, replied Karen., When you arrive home I want you to still be reminded of your punishment. Half an hour later their work was done and Angie had indeed dressed, still covered in my mess. It was such a turn on for me to know she was going home like that. Karen then issued her final instruction. Angie, she said, next Monday is the start of the school holidays is it not? Yeah, so? replied Angie. Well your niece usually comes and earns holiday money helping us with the cleaning doesnt she. How old is she now? asked Karen. Angie replied that her niece was now 16 but wanted to know why Karen was so interested. Because, said Karen, She will be part of your next punishment. You will seduce her while Steve and I watch! I cant do that!, Angie responded forcefully. Oh you will, believe me you will! See you all Monday! were Karens last words as she left the office. The Office Cleaners Part4. Over the weekend I was absolutely obsessed with the sessions I had enjoyed with Karen and Angie. I was in a state of almost permanent arousal and relived myself time after time replaying the visions of both of them masturbating themselves. It was the same all day Monday but with the added excitement of Angies niece being seduced by her for the pleasure of Karen and myself. As the time for their arrival approached I was getting hornier and hornier and was so glad when the last of my colleagues left the office. As soon as they had gone I got my dick out and wanked into a handful of Kleenex. Karen arrived first and immediately sat down next to my desk. She already looked flushed and said that she too had been thinking about what was to happen all weekend. It was good to have a chance to talk with Karen prior to Angies arrival. I was not at all sure about the involvement of her niece and wanted to set some ground rules. It seems to me I said, that if Angie can seduce her niece fair and square into some lesbian sex then fine but I dont want anyone her age to be forced into anything. Fortunately Karen agreed and said that under no circumstances would she physically force anyone to do anything they didnt want to; particularly a girl of sixteen. However she also said that she knew Stella, Angies niece, and that she was no shrinking violet. Apparently she was very sexually active and had regaled Karen and Angie, when she had worked with them during previous school holidays, with stories of her sex sessions with various boyfriends. Karen was sure that we would get a good show and said that she would take it easy, see how things went, and then decide how far to push Angie. No sooner had Karen stopped speaking, Angie walked in looking extremely nervous and followed by the most gorgeous looking teenager. She introduced the girl as Stella, her niece and explained to me, I suppose for Stellas benefit, that Stella had just started a short school holiday and would be earning some extra spending money helping Angie and Karen with their cleaning. With that she turned to Stella and told her to start on the far side of the office. Stella, who was slim, around 53 and with dark short cropped almost boyish hair, immediately went over to the other side of the office floor and started to empty waste bins. Angie turned to Karen and myself and said, I really dont think I can go through with your planned punishment tonight. How can I ever seduce Stella? What if she complained and told her mother, my sister? I could never face my family again! I cant do it, I just cant! Again I decided that Karen should take charge, rather than myself and looked to her for a response. Karen immediately responded, Oh come on Angie, you know you want to do this. I bet youre been as horny all weekend as Steve and I have and we both know that Stella is more than experienced in sexual matters, shes told us before about her sex life. I know, replied Angie, but lesbian sex is a different thing all together, let alone lesbian sex with her own aunt! Look, enough arguments!, retorted Karen, you will do as you are told. Steve and I will make it easy on you. You will take Stella to the toilets on the pretence of cleaning. Then you can make your move in there. She will feel safer if she thinks its just to two of you in private. You can use a cubicle but must leave the cubicle door open. Steve and I will view from the main toilet door via the wall mirror so Stella wont even know we are there. But what if she doesnt go for it? asked Angie. Its up to you to make sure she does! I wouldnt expect you to force her but if you dont look so nervous and just go for it, I think Stella will take the bait! Karen advised. Oh and I got you a surprise, she continued reaching into her bag and pulling out a strap-on dildo, which she passed to Angie. Im not going to fuck her! Angie said, rather too loudly. You dont need to. Thats for Stella to use on you! Just make sure you get her to use it or Steve and I will not be best pleased. Do you understand? said Karen in a fairly harsh tone. Angie nodded, tucked the dildo into her cleaning bag and started over to Stella. They chatted for a moment and then headed towards the door. Stella and I will do the toilets now!, she said to Karen and I as they passed. This was our cue. Once they had gone through the door onto the landing area, Karen approached me and grabbed my cock through my trousers. Giving it a few rubs with one hand whilst rubbing her own crotch with the other, she smiled and said that this was going to be one of the best, as she put it. She then said that we should give Angie a couple of minutes and then follow to the toilet. Moments later we both walked quietly out onto the landing and on to the toilet door. Karen very carefully and gently pushed the door open a few inches and we both listened. Angie and Stella were chatting and were obviously at the far end of the room already out of direct site of the door. Karen pushed the door further open and then we could see them both, via the wall mirror, going about cleaning the cubicles. My dick sprung to attention in my shorts. It was all Karen and I could do to stand still and quiet as we listened to their conversation. It was general chit-chat for a few minutes and then Angie started to turn the conversation. Youre looking very beautiful these days Stella, said Angie in a gentle voice, I bet youve got the boys are chasing you. Stella looked a little coyly at her auntie and with a gentle smile responded, thanks for the compliment auntie, yeah the boys do tend to hang around but they are only after the usual!. The usual? asked Angie. Oh you know, they just want to fuck you. Oh sorry auntie I suppose I shouldnt swear like that. Angie responded, Oh dont worry about that but tell me do you give them what they want? Auntie! said Stella in mock shock, You shouldnt ask questions like that. Oh go on you can tell your old auntie. I just want to remember what its like to be young and beautiful and have boys chasing after you. It seems so long ago for me know. Dont be silly auntie, youre still very attractive, I bet you could still get all them men you wanted. If nice of you to say so Stella, but you didnt answer my question. Said Angie. do the boys get what they want? How do I know you wont tell mum if I tell you? enquired Stella. Oh you can trust your old auntie. Have I ever told youre mum before when we have discussed sex? No I guess not!, replied Stella, so yeah, I can tell you, sometimes they get what theyre after and sometimes not. It depends how attractive they are, how they treat me and how Im feeling at the time. I like to flirt with them, you know, lead them on a bit, flash a little flesh. Its great fun to see them react. So tell me about the last time one got lucky! prompted Angie. Oh come on auntie, that would be so embarrassing.! You shouldnt be embarrassed with me Stella, said Angie, we all girls together and like I say, I just want to remember what its like to have a young hot young man trying to get into your knickers. It sounds such a turn on. Are you getting turned on now auntie? Stella asked. A little Stella, said Angie, but it would be a whole lot more if you tell me. Well the last time I let one of them have sex with me was about two weeks ago. It wasnt great sex but it was quite naughty. We were coming home from the cinema and found ourselves on the top deck of the bus all alone. The boys name was John and he had been trying to neck me all night. He even put my hand on his lap to feel his hardon when we were watching the film. So what did you do on the bus. Well I just decided to go for it. To surprise him. So I gave him no foreplay, I just stood up, pulled up my skirt, pulled down my knickers, lent over the seat in front and told him to fuck me! You should have seen his face she said laughing, he was so shocked but not enough to stop him getting his dick out and pushing it straight in. We had a fantastic, quick and dirty fuck all the time wondering if we would get caught. It was great! So Stella, you like your sex risky do you?, said Angie, and you like to tell your partner what to do? Yeah I suppose I do auntie. Did he cum inside you. I hope not Stella. I hope you are careful. Said Angie. Oh dont worry auntie I made him pull out and he came all over the bus floor. There was loads of it everywhere. God knows what the next passenger thought. So auntie are you turned on now? Oh yes Stella, your little story has done the trick. If I were home alone right now I would do something about it, if you know what I mean. Said Angie with a naughty look in her eye. Auntie youre just so naughty!, said Stella again with a coy look on her face, I wouldnt mind if you did auntie. You know, if you wanted to do something about it, that would be quite a turn on in itself. Stella, said Angie, are you saying that if your old auntie Angie was to relieve her frustration here and now, in front of you, you would find it a turn on? Have you ever been involved in a sexual situation with another women? The answer to both questions auntie is yes! Although as to the second, Ive only ever kissed and fondled, nothing too heavy. Angie didnt respond. She walked forward to Stella, held her shoulders and gave her a gently kiss on the cheek. Then she stepped back into a cubicle and sat down on the toilet. Stella watched intently. Angie then unbuttoned her blouse and push her left hand into her bra and started to rub her nipple. Is this okay Stella? she asked. Oh yes auntie, thats very good said Stella almost whispering. Angie continued by then putting both hands on the hem of her skirt and pulling it up to expose her knickers to her young niece. Then without hesitation she said, take then off Stella, take your aunties knickers off for her. Stella hesitated for a brief moment, then knelt down in front of her auntie and eased her knickers down and off. Now finger me Stella, please finger me Angie begged of her niece. Stella didnt need asking twice. She immediately pushed two fingers into Angie cunt and started to frig her. Her attitude changed instantly and she started talking to her aunt, Come on auntie, come on you slag, cum for your little niece. You like to be fucked by young girls do you? If only the family knew dear auntie Angie is a lesbian fuck slut. Come on cum for me you bitch. Her dirty talk and the way she was now roughly treating her auntie was having a stunning effect on both Karen and I still trying to be as quiet as possible in the doorway. Karen stepped back a couple of paces and stripped herself naked in a minute flat. She came straight back to the door and continued to watch now desperately fingering herself as she watched Stella fingering Angie to orgasm. For myself I just dropped my trousers and shorts and started to gently rub my now bursting cock. I wanted to make this last as long as possible. As Angie came Stella went frantic with her rubbing of her aunties cunt. She was possessed with lust. Angie pulled herself together and said Now you Stella, now you get your knickers off and let auntie Angie do the same for you. With that Angie stood up and turning Stella round sat her on the toilet. Angie removed her nieces skirt and knickers quickly and roughly and then almost ripped her T-shirt off. Stella, the most gorgeous sixteen-year-old was now totally naked, legs apart, sat on a toilet and waiting for her auntie to fuck her. Needless to say Angie got stuck in quickly. She lifted Stellas bottom slightly off the seat and inserted a finger into her cunt and another into her arse hole with the speed of touch that only a women of Angies experience could have done. Stella look shocked as she realised where her aunties fingers were but immediately smiled and started to encourage Angie to fuck her. Angie didnt disappoint and finger fucked her niece as frantically as Stella had done to her. It took only a minute of this to bring Stella to her own screaming orgasm grabbing Angies wrist as she did so and forcing her aunties fingers as deep into her as she could. They both hugged each other, spent and sweating with lust. For myself, I could hold no longer and turning slight towards Karen I gushed my cum in huge spurts onto her belly and thighs. Spurt after spurt hit her and started dripping down her legs. Karen, now with almost her whole hand in her pussy, grabbed my shoulder for support and whimpered as she too came. We both regained our composure and waited to see what happened next. Stella had by now stood up from the toilet and hugged her auntie, That was fantastic auntie. Thank you so much, Ive never had a finger or anything else for that matter up my arse as I came. It was fucking great! If you enjoyed it so much there is one more thing I want you to do! said Angie. What auntie, what do you want? Angie reached for her bag and pulled out the dildo. Fuck me Stella. Fuck your old auntie with this. Please Stella will you fuck me? Again Stella hesitated for a moment and then taking the dildo replied, Of course auntie but you will have to help me. Ive never used one of these. Angie dropped to her knees and helped her niece step into the strap. She then pulled it up Stellas thighs and trapped it on. Stella immediately grabbed the plastic cock like it was her own whilst Angie turned around and bent over the sinks. Put it in me Stella, put it in my cunt and fuck me Stella, begged Angie. Stella needed no further encouragement. She positioned the cock head against her aunties pussy lips and thrust it in. She proceeded to fuck Angie with long slow strokes then suddenly a few fast ones whilst Angie bucked and begged to be fucked faster and harder. Stella was playing with her, bringing her to fever pitch and then slowing it down again. For a sixteen-year-old she certainly knew what she was doing. Then she did something that surprised even Angie. She pulled the dildo out of her aunties cunt and immediately pushed it very hard and deep into Angies arse. Angie screamed with shock but Stella said, You had a finger in my arse, now see what it feels like to be arse fucked yourself. Or have you been fucked in the arse before auntie. Have you. Have you auntie. Have you had a mans dick spurting his cum into you sweet arse before? This just blew Karens and my mind. I grabbed Karen and turned her against the door jar. Bending her at the hips I sunk my cock into her pussy and started fucking her in time with Stellas thrusts into her auntie. Karen tried desperately to keep quiet and turning to me after a couple of minutes fucking whispered, in my arse, fuck my arse just like Angie. I pulled out of Karens cunt and sunk my cock into her arse. Now we really were in synch with Stella and Angie. As Angie started to cum for a second time from the arse fucking she was getting, I too wrenched to orgasm and empty my second load of spunk into Karens arse. As I pulled out my cum dripped from Karens arse and onto the floor. Karen continued to play with herself with her fist and she too came for the second time in ten minutes. Both Karen and I realised we should leave the scene quickly before Stella had finally finished with her auntie so we quietly walked away as Stella popped the dildo from her aunties arse and held it to Angies mouth. Suck it auntie, suck your cunt and arse juice of the dildo. Our last view was of Angie licking the head of the dildo like a small girl with a lollipop. Karen and I made our way back into the office area clutching our clothes. We immediately got dressed and awaited Angies and Stellas return. A few moments later they to came back into the office with Stella looking very nervous. She immediately returned to her cleaning work whilst Angie came to talk to us. How was that? she said, did you see us? Absolutely! I said, you were great. To see young Stella there up to the hilt of her dildo in your arse was fantastic! Karen cut in, You did well Angie. I knew you and Stella would get it together and in case you didnt see Steve and I had a great fuck watching you both. To have Steves prick in my arse was something else! So does that mean I done enough now not to be punished anymore? asked Angie. Yeah! said Karen, youve done enough but I assume the three of us will be regularly fucking each evening from now on. God, I hope so. I said. Oh yes. Said Angie, I havent had you yet Karen and I now have the taste for pussy. Not only that but the thought of an arse fucking from Steve is too good to miss. So we all agreed that from now on regular after hours sex would most certainly be part of the office cleaning.. .. The Phantom likes feedback on his stories; it makes writing/publishing worth while. So please feel free to e-mail me and let me know what you think good or bad! Tell me when you read my stories, where you read them and if you cum whilst reading them cos thats why I write them! Above all enjoy my work, remember its fantasy and practice safe sex! Regards [email protected]

<HEAD> <META NAME="shs-author" CONTENT="Curious2c"> <META NAME="shs-title" CONTENT="My Wife's Sister"> <META NAME="shs-summary" CONTENT="Man finds his wife spending more time with her sister, driving him and his wife apart."> <META NAME="shs-keywords" CONTENT="cheat, drunk, oral, group, bi."> </HEAD> Author: Curious2c Title: My Wife's Sister Summary: Man finds his wife spending more time with her sister, driving him and his wife apart. Keywords: cheat, drunk, oral, group, bi. My Wifes Sister The sound of the dirt hitting the coffin was dull, which matched the dreary day. I was standing there, watching as the minister said some words meant to ease the suffering of those left behind. I held my daughters hand, her husband standing just behind us. His hand was on my shoulder, offering comfort. My son was standing next to me, his girlfriend beside him. At forty-nine years old, I never expected to be standing at graveside, burying my wife. I always believed deep down I would be the first to go. I thought that due to my work and the way I had lived my life, I would surely die before my wife, and that when I did, Id be an old, old man. Now I felt old. Ancient. After the funeral there was the reception. Everyone coming up to me, telling me how sorry they were, how great she was, how wonderful we were, how young she was, everything but what I needed to hear. We had been married over twenty years, two kids, both now off on their own. The youngest, our, I mean, my daughter, is married and about to have my first grandchild. The oldest, my son is working in New York City in the financial district. Both are doing well. With all the people at our house I guess its my house, now See? Im having a hard time adjusting to this being single. Everything for the last twenty years has been ours, not mine. Anyway, there were about forty people around talking and offering their support. I just wanted to be alone at the moment. Feeling quite fed up, I finally slipped out into the back yard, and worked my way out the back gate, intending to take a short walk. As I closed the gate, someone drove up the alley, and parked their car right next to where I was standing. Jeff How are you holding up? It was Marie, my wifes younger sister. The one person in the world I didnt want to see at the moment. You see it was partially Maries fault that my loving wife was dead. Okay, maybe that isnt really fair to Marie or my wife, but in my heart I knew that if Marie had kept her damn interests to herself, Brenda would still be here with me. Im just going for a walk Marie. Everyone is inside. Youve been mentioned. I didnt smile nor did I invite her openly. I just stated the facts as I saw them. I now wanted to be away from here for certain, and I was sure Marie would try to invite herself on my walk. I should have known better, as she just brushed past me and went into the back yard. She had always been all about Marie. Thats why when Marie had taken a sudden interest in Brendas personal life that I became suspicious. That was out of character for her younger sister in many ways. I sighed; glad to be free of her for the moment. There was a cloud hanging between us, and a chasm that to me seemed insurmountable now. Family or no, Marie was persona-non-gratis around me. Its a long story about what happened and how it all mushroomed into the funeral today, and to be quite honest Im not really up to telling it here and now. Life goes on, just like water in a river or air across a mountaintop. Always moving relentlessly onward. For most people anyway. Then again, maybe telling it will help me to move on. Okay fine. Here is my story. Take it as I lay it out, or not it is what has happened in my life. Brenda and I met after college, at her job. I had been into the insurance company she worked at to renew my policies on the house and car, and she had been the agent assigned to me. I found myself making excuses to go back after our initial meeting, and somewhere along the way finally got the nerve to ask her out. After several months of dating, we had seen that we were deeply in love with each other, so we got married. Two children and a full and wonderful marriage, right up until two years ago anyway, I had never questioned getting married to Brenda. We were like two peas in a pod, and very compatible. Then Marie had gotten interested in Brendas life. Im sure she was well meaning. Im sure that Marie thought that Brenda needed to reach out and grow. Everything one could see in a person who was trying to be better and more loving of those around her, you could have seen in Marie. She had been trying hard to help Brenda with what Marie saw as shortcomings. It started with Wednesday night girls night out. Soon it grew to Wednesday and Fridays. Then Saturday was added. It seemed that, after a while, Marie was spending more time with Brenda than I was. Of course, that was true only because Marie was capitalizing on Brendas time when normally I would have been. At home it soon became Marie this or Marie that. When it got to be a daily thing, I started to withdraw from Brenda. Every time I would try to get some quality time with my wife, Marie seemed to be there. Any time I wanted Brenda to be with me, Marie seemed to be more important. Every time I wanted to take Brenda out for dinner it seemed that it was one of those nights for the girls. Pretty soon what had been a very communicative and open relationship became closed off and non-talkative. I couldnt say anything about how I felt without Brenda flaring up and getting mad at me, telling me I was being hard and unfair to her younger sister. If all I was going to do was piss off my wife by just trying to be with her, then why would I bother? A few months after the growing girls night out invaded my life, I could see that my marriage was in serious trouble. Yet, I couldnt talk to my wife about it without her getting mad and defensive. So I did the worst thing I could have done. I gave up. I spent my time doing what I wanted to do, and Brenda began to do her own thing as well. On our rare nights at home together we were like two strangers living in the same house. Then, one night well rather it was morning, but it started the night before, all hell broke loose. I was at home, working in the garage on a project I had going. It was a Friday night, and Brenda and Marie had gone out on their regular Friday night thing. They left the house about six-thirty, and I found myself making my own supper. Something else I had been doing more and more it seemed. Eating in the garage seemed to be the simple thing to do, so I got dinner ready and took it out there. Listening to my boom box as I worked and ate soothed me. I worked until eleven and then went in. I half expected Brenda to be in bed already, but I was a bit surprised that she wasnt even home yet. I saw the light flashing on the phone, a message left waiting. Jeff, Im staying at Maries tonight. Weve been out a bit longer and its too late for me to drive home in the condition Im in. Ill see you in the morning. Why bother I thought to myself, I never see you anymore anyway. Just move in with your bitch sister and be happy. Yeah, Ill admit, I was mad and jealous. I had lost something when Marie took such a special interest in her sister, and now I didnt seem to be able to find a way to get my wife back. I missed being with Brenda; I missed the talks, the laughing, the gentle chatter of a couple who knew each other very well, and most of all, lately it seemed I missed the sex we had once shared with each other. I replayed the message before deleting it, and thats when I heard mens voices in the background. There were men at Maries house with my wife. It sounded like a party going on too. I picked up the phone and dialed. After nine rings, someone picked up. A mans voice. Yeah its your dime dont waste it. Yeah, let me speak to Brenda please? Is she the one with long hair? Shes a bit tied up at the moment. Maybe call back tomorrow like around say noon? This is her husband; I need to speak to her. Put her on the phone Fuck off. CLICK. The bastard had hung up on me. Getting mad I redialed the phone. Nobody picked up. I tried three times over the next half-hour, getting madder and madder. Finally I had enough. Grabbing my car keys off the counter I left the house and drove over to Maries. There was nobody home at her place. Thats when I remembered I had dialed Brendas cell phone. I had no idea where she was, or who she was with. I didnt know if she was there on her own, or if she had been kidnapped. I knew nothing. I drove home madder than Id ever been; mad and scared. I went in and made myself a drink. Making myself a drink I started on the rocks, but finished the bottle neat. Matter of fact, I finished the bottle by chugging right out of it. At some point I decided that Brenda was doing this of her own free will and that the cops couldnt or wouldnt do anything about it for twenty-four hours anyway. I had gone so far as to even think that Brenda had invited the men to be with them. My mind was playing tricks on me now, and the alcohol wasnt helping me to see things better. In the morning I woke to a hell of a headache, and dry cottonmouth. I rummaged around and took a shower, then got dressed. Taking a bottle of aspirin in hand I took some and then after a thought, took a few more. It was an eight aspirin headache today. In the mirror I saw a man with that haunted lost look. I sat around after eating a light breakfast, and waited for either a phone call or Brenda to come home. Around two oclock she pulled up in the driveway. Walking in, she looked great. Freshly showered and wearing one of my favorite dresses. It was a slinky and tight fitting number that left lots of leg and a bit of chest exposed. In the past Brenda had only worn it when out with me, and even then, only if she wanted to get laid that night. Sorry for not getting home last night dear. Marie and I had a few too many and then by the time we got to her place I was real tired, too tired to drive, so I crashed at her place. Oh? Yeah. Slept until just a little bit ago. Took a quick shower and here I am. Oh? Whats wrong Jeff, you seem upset? Well, I called your cell last night, several times after the first call. It seems that the person who picked up said you were tied up. I told him that I was your husband and he hung up on me. Nobody would pick up after that. Now I see the dress you were wearing and I have to ask myself, did you wear it for some other man? I am also wondering where you wore it at since I drove over to Maries and neither of you was there. Her place was dark. Brenda sat down. Too bad she missed the chair. She had turned as I was talking; hearing that I had called and a man had picked up her cell phone, going white in the face. I guess she thought that the easy chair was a bit closer to her than it was, but she missed it by a foot or so. She didnt move from the floor though. Her hands were on her face and she was crying. I couldnt stand it, as it was plain as day that she had done something she was ashamed of. I got up and stormed out to the garage. I locked the door behind me, and cranked up the stereo as loud as I could stand it. I didnt accomplish much other than to bang things around for a couple of hours and mostly just cuss at Marie, Brenda and the asshole on the phone from last night. By the time I cooled off and shut down the stereo I had begun to think about my marriage and how it was all unraveling around me. All because of Marie as far as I was concerned. Before Marie, Brenda and I had been happy and loving to each other. Since Marie we had drawn apart, and now it seemed, Brenda was looking for happiness or satisfaction from another man or worse men. In the hours out in my shop I came to the realization that I had probably lost Brenda for good. We were headed for a divorce. Going into the house I found myself alone. Brenda was gone off somewhere, and I will admit I was thinking she had run to Maries for support. I went to our bedroom and got a shock when I saw Brendas dresser drawers open and empty. Looking in the closet I saw just a few items here and there, things she hardly wore anymore. She had left me. Being that it was a Saturday, I only had the option of online banking available to me, so I went online and began to work out how to move money around and protect myself in case Brenda decided to leave me permanently. I was not going to lose out financially after having worked so many years to build up a nice savings account and bank account. After that I called a buddy of mine who had been through a divorce and we made a date to get together and talk about Brenda and me. I called our kids and told them things between their mom and I had gotten strained and she may have moved out. My daughter asked me where and I honestly said I didnt know. A week went by, with me working every day, hard and busy to keep my mind off my downward spiraling home life. At night I would drink and sleep, getting up just in time to shower before heading back to work. That Saturday, one week to the day since the last time I had seen my wife, I met up with my buddy and we talked. He didnt have much advice for me other than what I already sort of knew. Protect my assets first, then worry about her and what she may do or want or try to do. I never heard from Brenda the whole week. No phone calls, no stopping by work, nothing. By Saturday night I was certain she had given up on us way before last week, and was now shacked up with some other man. I finally called Maries house that night too. Marie was home, and quite surprised to find out that Brenda wasnt home with me. I thought she was still mad at me and sticking close to home. You havent seen her at all Jeff? Thats not right. What happened between you two? YOU HAPPENED you bitch. Jeff, thats awful harsh. You dont mean that. Yes I do. We were fine until you started taking Brenda out every Wednesday, Friday and Saturday night. You and your girls nights out destroyed us Marie. I hope you achieved whatever it was you were aiming for. Shes gone and I am sure we are about to get divorced. If shes not with you she must be with that asshole that answered her phone last Friday night. Oh. You know about last Friday night then? I know that Saturday afternoon she showed up at home in her wanna get laid dress, all freshly showered and then I told her about some strange guy answering her phone and she just sat on the floor and cried. Later on, when I came in from the garage, she had packed her things and left me. So fuck you Marie. You and your bullshit cost me my wife. Dont ever come around me again. Whore. I heard her yelling not to hang up, but I was too mad to listen to her. I just wanted to shut everything out. Her, Brenda, that other man, and life in general. Furious didnt describe my feelings or thoughts. Just hearing Marie on the phone was enough to set me off. I was angry all over again, angry and lost. My wife was off somewhere, I knew not where, and I had no way of fixing things. After shouting into the phone, I slammed it down so hard I broke the handset. Fuck now I had to buy a new phone on top of everything else. That seemed to open a dam inside me and I found myself on the floor, crying. Like a baby. It was a while before I decided to get up and go to bed. As I got up I noted that I had been sitting right where Brenda had collapsed on me not such a long time ago. Sleep that night was fitful and full of bad dreams and tossing and turning. By morning I figured I had actually lost on the equation, and would have been far better off just staying up all night drinking. A dreary Sunday morning greeted me and I was not in any kind of mood to deal with anyone. I ate something to keep my stomach from growling at me, and then just sat in the kitchen drinking coffee. About noontime, I heard a car pull up in our front driveway. Looking out the window I saw my son climbing out. Dad what the heck has gone on around here anyway? Mom came to my place a week ago upset and crying... won't talk to me about anything but that you are going to leave her. Whats going on? I told you we were having problems son. Besides, she left me. She packed her things and ran. This is the first I knew where she was at all this time. Yeah, mom came to my place. I uh well it was kinda embarrassing. I had a friend over and she spent the night anyway, mom was on my couch in the morning when my friend went to shower so they sort of met, in the worst possible way. Oh damn. Sorry about that. I didnt even known where your mom has been. When did she show up at your place anyway? Sunday. After you called and talked to me. She refused to let me call you and talk to you. She wanted me to leave you alone for fear that youd hunt her down. Whats going on dad? Youre not going to hurt her are you? I was tired. It had been a week of worry and stress like none Id ever had before. Now my son had to drive over three hundred miles on a Sunday to ask me what was going on and why his mom was at his place refusing to let him talk to me. Look, last week she went out with your Aunt Marie. Mom told me about that. She ended up missing your call and somehow you got real angry about it. What got into you? Why would you do that? She missed my call? Thats what she told you? That she just missed my call? Yeah. She told me that she missed a call you made that someone else intercepted it before she knew about it. Then she said you got real mad at her. She was afraid so she ran. That isnt quite correct. She missed telling you some important details. Then why dont you tell me what happened dad? Last Friday night your mom went out with your Aunt Marie like clockwork. I was in the garage working on a few things for a while. I came in about eleven and found your mom wasnt home yet. I saw she had left a message on the phone that I had missed. She told me she had too much to drink and was going to stay at Maries. Okay, she told me that part. About the message I mean. Yeah? Well, when she left the message I replayed it to make sure I understood it right. Ive seen you do that lots of times. You always replay messages like that. I replayed it and in the background I heard mens voices. That worried me, so I called your moms cell phone. It rang nine times, and then some strange guy picked up. I asked to speak to her and he told me she was tied up at the moment, to call back tomorrow afternoon. I told him I was her husband and to put her on now. He hung up on me after telling me to fuck off. Oh shit. Mom sort of sugar coated that part. So mom cheated on you? To be honest, Im not sure what happened son. She left before we talked about it, but she was acting guilty as hell about something. I havent talked to her since Saturday afternoon. You two need to talk to each other. Can you come over to my place and talk? Ill be there for either of you, and my new girlfriend will be there too. You need to at least talk about whats going on. You have too many good years together to just toss them away like this dad. Ill talk but will your mother? If you show up, Ill make sure she is there. Uh just come as you are dadno guns or weapons or junk okay? I mean, I know youre mad and everything and your talk may ignite more anger between you two but you need to work things out, or figure out what youre going to do. You cant stew on this for very long, neither of you. Ill follow you home. Why dont you just hop in and ride with me? What if your mom and I cant work things out at your place Mark? Ill make sure you get home okay dad. Trust me. During the drive to my sons place I realized that I still had some love for Brenda. Even if she had cheated on me, I think that right at that moment I was willing to try to work things out with her. When we got to Marks place he parked and we went inside. His girlfriend was sitting with Brenda and when I walked in they both got up, looking nervous. Hi Jeff. Brenda I may still love her but I was still upset with her so I kept my greeting short. Uh How have you been? How had I been? What did she think? I started to boil. Before I could check myself, I started to blow up. I was barely able to curtail my anger in time. How do you think Ive been you cheating I saw her shrinking from me as I yelled. I had to pause and catch myself. Im sorry Uh Ive been okay I guess. Drinking a bit too much lately. Confused about things too. She looked pale and nervous. The woman I loved, the woman I had spent the better part of my life with was afraid of me. That hurt me deep inside. My heart was breaking. I loved her still, and she was afraid of me. Could we patch things up? The young woman that must have been the guest broke in. Im Jill. You must be Marks father. I wish we could have met under better circumstances. I took her proffered hand and shook it gently. Me too. I hope that we can get to know each other a bit more though. Mark hadnt told us he was seeing anyone yet. I glanced knowingly at him; he saw the slight reprimand in my eyes Im sure. Jill kept me on track. Look, you two need to talk, so Mark and I will be in the other room. If things get sticky or loud well come to the rescue, okay? You guys just sit and talk things over for now. Try to keep your cool though. This is an apartment building and the walls and floors are thin. Mark and Jill left us to our own devices. I guess I need to explain things to you Jeff. First of all, Im so sorry. I really am. So, you have something you need to be sorry about? Did you sleep with some guy? Not exactly. I dont understand. Not exactly? Thats kind of like being half pregnant dear. It wasnt just one guy, and we didnt sleep. More than one guy? YOU? Her revelation hit me hard. Frankly I was flat stunned. She had been with more than one man? This was not the person I had married years ago at all. I didnt know who she was. You did this openly and freely of your own choice? Not exactly. I was drunk I think I had way too much to drink that night. Marie had also been pushing me for weeks to get out and let my hair down. I dont know, maybe I was lonely too. I just dont know how it all came about, but suddenly, there I was on a bed with four men actually it started with just one guy, but by the end all of them were anyway, Marie was there too, and by the end of the night I had been with all of them. Yes Marie too. The guys kind of arranged that. It wasnt rape, really, but they were quite forceful. I was drunk enough that I guess I didnt think about what I was doing and how wrong it was until it was far too late. Her revelation hit me like a ton of bricks. I had expected to hear she had cheated on me I hadnt figured more than one man, nor her and Marie doing things together either. They were sisters for Christs sake. I sat there, not knowing what to say. Our talk had taken about five minutes so far and we were already into the part about her having been with other men. She wasnt hiding or I didnt think she was hiding anything from me. She must have read my mind. I will tell you whatever you want to know, Jeff. If I can. Part of all that went on Im not sure how it came to be. Im not sure when I became a slut either. I am though. I had sex with four men I didnt know, and I used no protection at all. I even enjoyed part of it for a while. I dont know why I did it. I dont know what caused me to forget my wedding vows, or my husband waiting for me at home. All I do know is that at one point I heard myself begging for more. I was such a slut. Im a terrible person. I dont deserve you I dont deserve to live. Her sobs took over her ability to speak and she just collapsed. I watched her, not knowing who this person in front of me was. I didnt say anything. I was too shocked and stunned to even know where to start. This was all too much for me to handle. I began to feel ill. I-I-uh oh shit I started to throw up. I ran to the kitchen sink and let loose. After a while, I turned on the water and flushed it down the drain, then headed to the bathroom for a bit. I stayed in the bathroom for about fifteen minutes. I mostly leaned on the counter and threw up from time to time. I calmed down and was able to settle the stomach with a glass of water. Wiping my face off, I returned to the kitchen table. Brenda was in tears, crying softly. I wanted to go to her and hold her. Hug her to me and tell her it would be okay. The problem was I didnt know if it would be okay ever again. I sat down heavily, wanting to be able to know what to say or ask without getting sick again. So you and Maries nights out were for scouting for men then? NO. That never happened before. We had gone to a new club. I told you that I had been drinking too much. Anyway, these guys were buying us drinks and dancing with us. They complimented us and made me feel beautiful and sexy. Lately you havent been paying attention to me, so I guess it went to my head Maries too. Then, the next thing I know I called you and left the message that I was too drunk and then we went to their place. Lately I hadnt been paying attention to you? I hadnt been paying attention to you? Are you hearing yourself Brenda? Youre the reason, you and your sister. You havent been letting me even try. Ive tried to get you to go out with me but youve been crying that you and Marie needed to be together. Not only that, but you told me in the message that you were at Maries, Brenda. You lied to me. No at the time I thought we were going to Maries. The men wanted to take us to their place first though, it was just to be for a minute so one of them could pick up something, so we never thought it would be a problem. We ended up becoming sluts there though. If only I hadnt thought you should have paid more attention to me, I might have been better prepared to fend off what happened. I couldn't help my voice raising as she mentioned again that she thought it was my fault somehow. "I havent been paying enough attention to you lately? Again with that? God Damnit! Need I remind you that youve been the one ignoring me? Youre the one that has been going out with Marie every Wednesday, Friday and Saturday night. Always Marie this and Marie that. Youve blown me off more and more while taking up her cause to me. Youre the one who has been pushing me out of your life. I saw from the way her eyes changed that she suddenly realized she wouldnt be able to blame me all that much for what shed done. It was like a veil had lifted when that thought hit her. She slumped in her chair and finally gathered enough will power to continue. I-I know Jeff. I mean, I didnt realize it was me until now. Youre right about that part. You hadnt been paying attention to me because I had been with Marie so much and cutting you off from me. That, and it pissed you off so much too. You like being a slut then? Youve mentioned it several times. Ive never called you a slut nor have I treated you like one either, you know. I hate it Jeff. Hate it. Something inside me snapped that night and I found out I liked what I did with those men. It was the tastes, textures, sizes, and combinations I guess. It was all so different and new to me. Deep down I loved the different things we were doing and some of them Id always wanted to try with you, but couldnt bring myself to ask you to. I lost myself in the whole mess and now Ive lost you. I hate it because I found myself with other men doing things that I should only have been doing with you, and for you. I know that Ive driven you away for good now too. Maybe. Hope shown in her eyes and her whole posture changed. She saw that maybe there was a chance that Id be able to forgive her and we could get past this nasty bit of time. Id do anything Jeff. I want to be with you. I want to stay married to you. I wont go out anymore ever unless you are with me. Ill be a stay-at-home wife and do anything you want me to do. Ill do anything Jeff anything. So now youre suddenly willing to talk to me and work with me? What about when you were going out with Marie? Are you going to start that again later on when things cool off? You know that she drove a wedge between us dont you? She was taking up all the time that you used to spend with me doing things. Oh Jeff Im sorry about that too. I never really realized how much Id been ignoring you and avoiding you. I dont know why I let myself do that either. Well, it isnt going to be all that simple now Brenda. Youve cheated on me us really. You have been with other men several of them. How do you think that makes me feel? Do you have any idea of what that makes me feel like? Any idea? Then, you were going to try to pass it all off to me saying you stayed with Marie. Would you have kept up the lie after that if I hadnt found out? Are you going to be lying to me from now on too? My voice had risen. My teeth clenched. I could feel the hot anger bubbling up and I was fighting to keep it in check. I was losing that battle though. Brenda could see it in my eyes too. I saw her look of fear as my voice began climbing in volume. Mark and Jill slipped into the kitchen at that moment. Hey dad mom? So hows about we take a short break now. Maybe dad and I can take a walk or maybe dad and Jill? Jill grabbed my arm and dragged me out of my chair. I had half risen up, so it wasnt much of a tug for her, but I had the distinct feeling that she had some strength there, of that there was no doubt. Come on Jeff. You and I can take a walk. You can bounce some stuff off of me, while Mark and Brenda have a chat. Okay? Yeah fine. It was probably the best thing they could have done at that moment. My anger had been running wild in those last few seconds and it had gotten close to where I would not have been able to control it. Im not sure what I would have done had I not been sidetracked like I was, and that thought will haunt me for a long time. We walked for about a block before Jill started talking to me. Jeff, I know youre angry and you have every right to be. Brenda and I talked about what she did while Mark went to get you. She is really repentant you know? She is so sorry she did something like that and possibly ruined her marriage. She really is feeling guilty about it all. I believe her and I think the alcohol played a large part in this whole mess too. And so she should feel guilty. She messed up big time. First her bitch sorry her sister Marie takes up most of her free time, time that she used to spend with me. Then they both end up in a drunken gangbang. I want to beat them both senseless. I hate her for that so much right now I just dont know it Ill ever get over it. You know, my mom and dad went through this very same thing a few years ago. Mom went out with her girlfriends a couple times a month. One night they all had too much to drink and mom got involved with some guy. I thought at first that dad was going to die of a heart attack, then I thought he was going to kill mom. They worked it all out in the end though. You and Brenda will too. Your parents are still married then? I said they worked it out, not that they stayed married. Look Jeff, what Brenda did was wrong in so many ways and on so many levels but that doesnt mean that she doesnt love you still. I know it seems that she has tossed you aside, but she hasnt. She messed up and got caught up in a situation that went too far, too fast. It happens. Alcohol and drugs are the two things that cause things like this to happen most often. Lowered inhibitions coupled with peer pressure and having fun can do that to anyone. Well, it doesnt really matter now does it? I mean, the dirty deed is done and she strayed. I on the other hand never strayed. Of course I didnt have a sister or brother coming over dragging me away from my wife all the damn time either. We were walking and talking and I found my anger subsiding. Jill had a way of talking softly and soothingly that helped a lot that was for sure. I wasnt sure where Brenda and I were headed now, if wed stay together or if wed divorce, but I was willing to try to work through it all. I think I can go back and talk a bit quieter now. Lets walk a bit more okay? I have a question or two for you. Okay then ask away. I was trying to cheer up and sound like it too. Inside I was all messed up still, and not in any mood to be happy at all. Maybe that was part of my problem. I was trying to figure out why Brenda would get into such a situation, and then when she had and I found out, it had hurt me to the core. I was trying to hold the anger in, to keep myself better than her. Righteous indignation perhaps? Jeff, before Marie began coming over and taking Brenda away all the time how were things between you guys? Uh fine I think. I thought anyway. I mean, we have been together for twenty years and all, so some of the magic in our relationship has worn off, naturally, but I thought we were fine. Far better than most married couples with the time we had together. Did you take Brenda out much before? Not often enough I guess. Maybe I was taking her for granted a bit too much. But Marie really drove the wedge between us though. I mean, after they started going out, if I tried to get some time in with Brenda shed either refuse because of Marie, or shed get mad at me for trying to take her away from her sister the bitch. Sorry Marie isnt one of my favorite people right at the moment. Anyway, with Marie competing for Brendas attentions with me, it was bound to happen eventually I suppose. Drifting apart I mean. Did you bring Brenda flowers or compliment her for no reason at all? You know did you make love to her often? I dont think our sex life has You dont get it Jeff. I said Make Love not have sex. There is a difference and making love doesnt necessarily mean having sex you know. Women love to made love to. That means endearments, caresses, flowers and candy, romance you know were you romancing her? Oh. Well not really. I mean, weve been together so long I guess I just assumed That the hard work and effort needed to keep her was a thing of the past? No. I mean damn you have a hard way of putting things dont you? I know one thing though, I shouldnt have to keep fighting to keep her faithful to me, thats something that placing the ring on her finger should have stopped totally. Okay, I can see your point there. I also know that a couple need to keep each other close to each others heart. Small things, here and there, add up to the big thing know what I mean? Okay, I guess I could have and should have been working harder at letting her know what I thought and how I felt. I suppose I could have tried being more romantic too. Bingo. Jill was working hard to make me think clearly, something I needed to do. But she wouldnt give me a chance after I realized I may be losing her. I mean I tried to take her out, I tried to do things for her, and I even complimented her more trying to let her know that we needed equal time together. Marie had already taken that time away though. Some of the biggest fights of our marriage have been in the last few months over her and Maries girls nights out. She was all about her sister and far less about us. I hate to say this Jeff but you two drifted apart. You should have noticed things a bit before the nights out right? I mean, what she did was flat out wrong, yes, but do you think that this would have happened if you two had been getting along better in the first place? Look, I know its not all or even mostly your fault Jeff, but I do believe she needed something at that time she wasnt getting from you. If only shed said something or youd noticed it somehow, it would have prevented all of this Id bet. Maybe. Youre taking her side now though. I mean, its more than just me that caused this. Its not my fault. I may have not helped my case much, but she is the one that refused to try after she knew I was trying. She locked me out, not the other way around. Besides that, SHE cheated on us even though I was angry about her time spent with Marie, I never even thought about doing anything with some other woman, ever. I love Brenda too much to do that to her. Youre right about that too. Lets go back and see if you can ask her about that. Be direct, but keep calm. I know that Mark thinks the world of you two, and getting divorced over what happened wont fix things really for either of you. Talk it out maybe love will bloom again and you can put this behind you. I say that because I heard you say you love Brenda too much to have cheated on her. I wish I could be as confident as this young woman was. Jill seemed to know things. I guess she had been old enough when her parents had their problem, she must have picked up some things along the way. Back at Marks, I found Brenda clear eyed and waiting for us. So Brenda, where are we? I dont know Jeff. I know where I want to be, but I dont know if you will accept that or not. Accept what? I cheated on you. It was a one time thing that will never happen again, as long as I live. All I can say is that Im so sorry, but that doesnt make it go away. We will have to deal and cope with my cheating on you, and you will obviously have a hard time believing me from now on, since I destroyed any trust you had in me. Can you accept that I realize what Ive done was wrong, that Im sincerely sorry, will never do anything like that again and can we move on from here? I dont really know Brenda. Its not so much that you cheated, its how you cheated on us in a one night drunken group thing. I mean Im not sure I could even accept one man, let alone four and your sister too. That hurts. Actually, what hurts worse is I was trying to figure out how to win you back and you wouldnt give me a chance. Now, you are asking me to give you a chance after youve been with four other men and a woman. I never cheated on you. I never strayed. Maybe I am guilty of not working on us enough, but I know it takes two to tango. I dont know. At least we can talk about it. I am sorry for having done what I did. Being with those men was not in my plans, ever. I never, ever intended to cheat on you. I hate to say it, but the alcohol helped me to get into the situation that allowed me to lose my inhibitions and do what I did. It was wrong. So very wrong. All I can say is, that things got way out of hand, and before I thought Well, I never thought, I guess. It leaves an ugly picture in my head Brenda. Were they better? Stronger? More virile? Larger? How much did you enjoy it? Why? I mean, the questions in my head fill me up to the point that I feel like there isnt room for me. Anywhere. I also wonder if there is room for me in your life any more. Dont. Dont say that! There will always be room in my life for you Jeff. I love you. Look, I screwed up big time and I cant fix it. I cant make that stupid, terrible night go away, or to have never happened. All I can do is try to move on, and hope you will forgive me some day, and maybe trust me some day again too. I dont deserve it, and I know if it were you in my shoes Im not so sure I could forgive and move on either. Those other men, they were just different. Thats all. I didnt notice much of anything in particular, just the differences between them. It was like a deep dark fantasy come true for me that night, and with the alcohol added I just let loose when I shouldnt have. Im sorry. Okay, we have issues it seems and neither of us knows what we can do now. Maybe we need a trial separation. Give us time to figure out what we both want. A large tear formed at the corner of one of Brendas eyes. As it began to fall I saw that she had been expecting this or worse from me. I sort of hated that I had a small little bit of enjoyment in seeing the pain my idea generated in her. I sort of hated that I got a certain feeling of so there bitch deep inside. But, in other ways those feelings were good for me. I loved her still and I didnt want to lose her. Not without a fight anyway. But I also knew that to stay together while having those thoughts could lead to me getting even, or worse still, hurting her directly. I dont want to lose you Jeff, but I know that you have every right to want to divorce me. I have no excuse to offer and nothing I can say could stop you from leaving me. If a trial separation is what you think we need, then I guess as much as I hate the thought of it thats what we should do. HOLD IT RIGHT THERE YOU TWO! Jill stepped in between us and looked almost angry. I saw that she had something on her mind and she was going to push in and have her say, so I just sat there and said nothing. If you two go for this trial separation youll be divorced in no time at all. Thats what my parents did. All that does is keep you apart, not communicating. Bit by bit you drift off, worse than you have been, and the memories will eat you alive. Pretty soon there is only divorce. You need to separate, yes. Maybe in separate rooms though, not different houses. Then you both need to be together and see if you can work through the anger and pain. I know this because I saw it when it happened to my parents. Today, you go ask dad who he loves Hell say my mother. Mom will say the same thing, my father. Yet, theyre divorced and apart. NO WAY can you do this. You BOTH have to face this mistake head on. The authority in her voice rang with some truth to me. I knew what she was saying was reasonable. But what about those thoughts of mine, and my pleasure in Brendas pain? I looked at Brenda, and thought hard for a bit. Could I let her into my house again? Could I not want to kill her, or hurt her over the next weeks or months? Could I ever learn to cope with all that had happened now? Jills voice cut through the sudden silence, Jeff? Dad?, My sons voice sounded his concern. What? I was uncomfortable with the pressure being place on me and I could see that Jill and Mark wanted an answer. Jill was impatiently standing with her hands on her hips, with a right in my face attitude. Mark was behind her, staring at me too. Brenda was sitting at the table with a lost and lonely look, hardly able to meet my gaze. Damn you guys! Youre being way too hard on this old man. Okay, maybe a trial separation is a bad idea. But, Im just not sure how safe Brenda will be around me for a while. At times I want to choke the living I mean I do have more than a little anger over this, you do realize that dont you? We know Jeff. Look, when my parents were at this very stage, they should have been together working it all out, instead of being apart dwelling on the negative. It wont be easy, that I do know, but you both need to be together if you are both going to stay together. If you cant manage that much then you need to be divorced. The only real way you can find out is to stick it out for a bit. I knew that Jill meant only the best, but how much did she know and how much of this was a young person having wishful thoughts and unreal ones at that? I thought a bit more, trying to figure out what alternatives we actually had. I was dubious. I mean I could hardly believe how angry I still was with Brenda., And they here they were, telling me to be with her and work it out? What if I blew up and really hurt her physically? Not only would I lose her, Id probably end up in jail to boot. I also knew that having been apart this week had extracted a toll. One that I hated and, also, deep down, I realized that if it kept up, we would be a statistic in the scheme of life. I really dont appreciate you two kids threatening me and browbeating me into this, I said to Mark and Jill, so I wont make a decision like this under duress. Mark, take me to a motel for now. Ill phone or come over tomorrow morning and let you know my decision after Ive had time to think this all out. When I returned the next morning in a cab, Brenda was seemingly still sitting in the same place, and Mark and Jill had distinctly more sober expressions on their faces than they had yesterday. It was obvious that none of them had slept any at all. I knew I had to give them my answer. Maybe you should come home Brenda. I promise I will try my damnedest to not hurt you or anything, but you need to know I will probably yell a lot once in a while. I suppose we do need to be together in order to work things out, if they can be worked out. Ill stay in our bedroom and you in the guest bedroom. Apart yet together. I cant promise anything more than that though. Brenda sat there, tears running down her face. I could see she was happy about it, yet apprehensive too. She was thinking what if I got violent, or something, I could see it in her eyes. I probably had the same look in mine too. Trust goes a long ways to dispelling that look, and the trust in our marriage was now long gone. It was going to be a long hard road for a while. How about counseling? Brendas question cut through the air like a knife. It was a question I had thought of myself, way before all this occurred. Back when it was just Brenda and Marie having their nights out far too often, and locking me out. We have two right here it seems. At least, Jill is pretty damned good anyway. No, thats not what I mean Jeff, and you know it. I know. Okay, we both need it, apart and together, so well do that starting tomorrow. Ill call around and find someone I mean we will call around and find someone to help us set it up. Brenda got up and left the kitchen. I stood there, wondering what was going on now. A few minutes later she came back, suitcases in hand. Can we go home now Jeff? Wheres your car? Dad, Ill get it, its down at a local parking garage. Jill can drive, and shell help out. Wont you Jill? You betcha. After all, I am going to be the newest member of the family. What? Both Brenda and I asked that what at the same time. Oh in all the excitement I guess we forgot to tell you. I proposed to Jill last Saturday night, and she accepted. Shes going to be my wife. Jill is more than welcome in this family, no matter what happens. I hope you two are happy together. I hugged Jill and then handed her off to Brenda. Shaking Marks hand, I pulled him in and hugged him too. I hope you two learn something from whats happened this week. Sorry to have rained on your parade too Mark. You deserved much better. Brenda made her welcoming and we left together. It was a quiet and tense trip home though. Each of us in deep thought. That whole next week went the same way. The tension kept building and building. Our first appointment together with the counselor was the following week and I wasnt sure wed make it. We did, but just barely. We made that first appointment and the following ones, until one day the counselor cut us loose on our own. We had spent the last eight months going once a week together. Separate individual visits were interspersed in between those. We worked it out, and while it was not easy, we managed to get around the whole nightmare in the end. Our sex life eventually resumed too. It was in the sixth month, one night Brenda had taken a shower. I was in the bedroom getting ready for bed, and walked in on her as she was stepping out. Her naked body had lost nothing over the years, and I got a hard-on in seconds. I apologized, and turned to step out. Brenda stopped me. Dont go. Please. I was Ive been thinking Jeff. I can see that youre interested I need I want you. Could you I turned and took her in my arms. It was a sudden and swift move and I detected a bit of fear in her eyes. She may have thought I was about to get violent or something. Instead I pulled her to me and smothered her with kisses. Hugging her close, I bent and picked her up in my arms, and took her into our bedroom. Laying her out on the bed, I climbed between her legs, and began to kiss her. I started at her lips, and then moved around her face. I was brushing my hands over her naked body as I kissed her, and pretty soon my fingers were playing with her nipples. I kissed my way down her throat, and onto her chest, taking one nipple at a time into my mouth and sucking on it. I moved down further, and played with her belly-button. My tongue delved in and out of it, causing her belly to ripple. Moving down farther, I could smell her need. My lips caressed her pussy lips; my tongue slipped out and began to search. With my tongue between her lips, her clit popped up and out, and I spread her open gently, taking my time, and looking at her. Licking her clit, then sucking it between my lip and tugging on it, I started a cycle of licking and tugging. Brenda couldnt hold off and crashed into an orgasm. As her hands pulled my head to her, I kept working her clit and pussy lips. I slipped two fingers into her pussy, and massaged her deeply, searching for her G-spot. I found that just as her first orgasm died down, and when I contacted her there, she flew off again. I kept up my attentions until she had cum several times. After that, I just moved back up and kissed her softly. I love you Brenda. I really do. Oh Jeff I know you do. You are so wonderful to me. So good, and kind. I dont deserve you. Its my turn now though. Lay back honey. Theres something Ive wanted to do for a while now. Brenda moved over me and began to kiss and lick my body. After a bit, her lips were around my hard cock, and she was sucking me off with an intense fever of someone in need. I laid there, accepting the feelings and arousal she brought out in me. She was taking me into her mouth, and as always in the past, taking about half of me. Suddenly, I felt her lips around my shaft where they had never been before. Surprised, I opened my eyes to see and found her eyes on me. Her mouth was moving down, her lips caressing my cock, as she moved down it farther than she had ever been. She didnt stop until she had buried her lips in my pubic hair. She had just taken my entire shaft into her mouth and down her throat. It was all I could do to hold off from cumming, and eventually, I couldnt even do that. As I started to cum I moaned and pressed my hands on hers where she held them on my hips. Im about there honey I expected her to back off and move up to fuck, like normal or like what we had done in the past. I had never shot off in her mouth before, as she had always told me that wasnt something she liked doing. I started to cum, and as it boiled up my shaft, I felt her lips moving down my shaft. My thoughts at that moment were that I was about to not only cum in my wifes mouth, I would be shooting it down her throat, with her lips buried in my crotch. Two firsts. I shot off, and my orgasm was so hard I nearly passed out. I did happen to notice that her eyes never left my face during that time though. At least, I dont think they did. Afterwards, as I woke up from a sensational orgasm, she was still down there licking and sucking me. You didnt have to do that you know Brenda. But, thank you so much. That was great. I wanted to Jeff. And so you know, I never took anyone as far as I just took you into my mouth before. Im sorry that I never did this before too. Your cum is kind of sweet. I think you can expect this from now on. In case youre wondering, Ive been practicing on bananas for a while now too. Thats why I was able to do what I did. Later on we had a nice comfortable fuck, and for another first, Brenda woke me up the next morning with a nice blowjob to completion and swallowed it all like it was the nectar of a God. I ate her out and we fucked some more. We ended up spending the whole weekend in bed together, fucking and sucking. Renewing our love and lovemaking was like starting out all over again. Like a honeymoon. We were at Mark and Jills wedding, and watched the happy couple leave on their honeymoon. I spent a small fortune and got them a nice trip on a cruise ship. Something Brenda and I had never had. That got me to thinking. Say, how about we take a cruise too Brenda? Second honeymoon kind of thing? I got a huge hug and lots of kisses before she finally tearfully shouted yes. We had a nice cruise filled with sex and sight-seeing. It seemed that the more we were together the more we had sex now. The counseling had worked wonders too. We were on our way to being a happy and loving married couple once again. Only now, we were in each others lives fully. Our sex life had been rebuilt to even better than it had been, and the other things in our lives were better too. One day Brenda came home from the doctor troubled. I saw that something terrible was wrong, but she wouldnt tell me at that moment. She took a walk alone. When she got back she called me into the living room. Jeff I have some bad news. About me. What honey? Im here for you, so whatever it is well work through it together. I knew that shed never cheat on me again, and I also knew that shed been bothered by something for quite some time now. Brenda had always been one that didnt like to talk about her issues with anyone, even doctors. Not this Jeff. Not this time. She broke down crying. I was at a loss as to what the big problem was, so I just held her to me and let her cry it out on my shoulder. I ran my fingers through her hair soothingly, kissing her neck and hugging her to me, letting her know I was there for her and that I loved her. I-I am sick Jeff. Real sick. They said that I have I have cancer. It started in my ovaries and its spread now. They didnt catch it in timethey dont think. Oh Jeff Oh God I was numb for the second time in my life. What was she saying? We would fight this. Cancer was being beat all the time now. There were treatments. We would win this battle. Together. I told her that. Each thing I said in order only brought more tears from Brenda. By the time I realized that there was more to her tears, I was beginning to wonder if she was going to fight at all. Its beyond fixing Jeff. This appointment today was with a specialist that my doctor wanted me to see. He ran a few tests and made me wait for the results. He was about to cry when he told me the news. It, the cancer, has spread to my lymph glands and liver. Its also in some other parts of my body, and hes afraid that it may have spread up into my head too. The MRI Oh God I dont want to die Jeff. I dont! I love you. I wasted all that time with Marie and caused our troubles, when I should have gone in to see the doctor way back then. Its my fault. I ignored some of the symptoms it spread. I wanted to be there for Marie, since I thought she needed me. Its too late now. I only have a few months. I am so sorry Jeff. Brenda Im the one thats sorry. What can I do for you? What can we do? Just hold me Jeff. Love me and hold me. Thats all anyone can do for me now. I did just that. Forgotten were those days of anger and pain. We had new anger and new pain in our lives now. The dreaded cancer. Other than the time when we were apart and Brenda had fallen, we had been a happy couple. I tried my best to keep a positive and happy attitude around her the whole time she wasted away. Once we thought that some of the treatment may have been helping her, but we later found out that was not the case. She lasted a few months longer than the doctors original estimate, but she had her children and I with her when she passed. So, you see why I have issues with Marie? Maybe Im being unfair. Maybe I should forgive and forget. I just cant, because Marie led my wife into a net of pain and suffering, causing us to lose precious time together, even to the point of almost tearing us apart. Almost a whole year destroyed. A year that could have been spent with us loving each other, not struggling to overcome Brendas one night mistake. Not to mention, maybe that cancer could have been caught I dont know Ill always wonder though.

Dear Reader; In this story I diverge from my usual story line. I am trying to push my limits a bit...something I try to do often. Now I am headed towards parts unknown. What is in this story that is so different you ask? First of all, there is sex. Oral sex, sex with toys, and fingers. In fact, both women in this story discover something about themselves that each has a hard time revealing to the other. No wives...no men...well...not in that way...but two people that are in love with each other...and their discovery of that love. And all it entails. Please note the genre' that I placed this one in before you start to read...if Gay/lesbian isn't your thing...then...don't read this one. Curious2c Change of Direction Change of Heart Rhonda stormed into the dorm room in tears. Her frustration about tonight's date was clearly showing. "Bad date?" "The worst. He turned into a toad....just a...toad." "What happened?" "Well, you know that we've gone out several times now." "Yeah." "I decided that tonight would be 'the' night. What a disappointment. Again." "Okay sis...what happened? I know you were pretty worked up in a good way when you left. And this isn't the first time that a date like this has gone bad for you." "Oh...I don't know. Maybe it's me. You know? We were kissing, and he is a great kisser too by the way. Wonderful. He uses his lips, his teeth, his tongue...everything about his kissing is...well...perfect. I had such high hopes for him too. I mean, someone who knows how to kiss like he does...you'd think he'd be great in other oral pursuits too wouldn't you?" "I take it that it all fell apart after the work up kissing then?" "Yes. Well...no...I don't know. We kissed up a storm, then he started to make his move...and I let him. I helped him damnit...and step by step we walked to disaster. Total disaster." "Okay sweetie. Let's sit. Here's some chocolate...I'll order us some pizza and we'll have a girls night...you need to let it all out, and I don't have anywhere I need to be." "Thank you. You're the best roommate a person could have Cheri." I ordered the pizza and put some coffee on while I was at it. Rhonda took a shower and came back into the room in her robe. Watching her change into her pajamas without her seeing me stare was difficult...but I had to. She had the most perfect body I'd ever seen on a woman...any woman. I seriously couldn't see why she had so much trouble with guys. Then, some guys just never learned how to treat a woman either. Maybe Rhonda was just having a streak of bad luck in picking out the right type of guy for her. I didn't know though. You see, the biggest secret in my life was that I had no interest in men. None what's so ever. I talk and joked with them, worked with them, matter of fact I even climbed and played sports with them...but I wasn't into men. No...I was learning that I found a woman's body far more interesting and enticing to me. I guess I was what one would or could call a 'closet lesbian'. We settled down after the pizza came and Rhonda told me of her disastrous date. I felt bad for her...but while she was talking I was also having a hard time not staring between the open lapels of her pajamas. I could see the start of the swell of her perfect, and I mean absolutely perfect breasts. My thoughts were straying to how good it would be to run my tongue along that swell and find the hard little nipple that crowned each one... "Cheri...did you hear what I was saying?" Embarrassed I shrugged my shoulders. "Rhonda, all your dates have problems once you get past the kissing stage. Maybe you have a block or something about...you know..." "What? A block about what?" "Guys...um...you know...cocks." "Oh MY GOD...that would be funny if it...wait...oh God...you could be right. Maybe I'm afraid of a guys...um...thingy...you know...their um...penis." "I wonder. It always sounds like that same old thing on your dates. You both do fine until the unveiling so to speak, then it all goes downhill from there. Are you expecting too much from them? After all most guys around our age are such horndogs and all. They're out for their own relief, and most don't give one whit about a woman's needs...or how to achieve them for a woman either." "Maybe if we went over the whole date bit by bit you could figure out what it is I'm doing or maybe what I'm thinking that is screwing me up Cheri." "Okay...we got all night and the whole weekend actually...so...lets talk." As Rhonda got going on her story I sat back and tried to put her hot body out of my mind. She had no clue that I was a lesbian, and since I liked her as a friend as well as a roommate, I didn't want to mess up our relationship by announcing that I was. But, my inclinations were hard to hide when such a delectable hot body was so close and so...near naked right there beside me. I started her off by having her talk about the usual hot kissing...she always seemed to find guys that could kiss like demons...even if they petered out on the rest of the stuff...she always found the hottest kissers. When she'd talk about the kissing on her dates I could picture myself being with her, kissing her like those men did. I would find myself getting jealous at times. Rhonda at times would see that she upset me with her kissing talk, but she always figured I was jealous of her getting to kiss the guys. If she only knew that I was jealous of the guys being able to kiss her soft and sexy lips. I had found over the last year that I was in love with my roommate. Deeply much so. So much so that I was afraid that next year I'd have to move to another room or off campus. She was going to break my heart eventually, I just knew it...even if she didn't realize what she did to me. Tonight was no different than all the other nights we talked about her kissing either. I think she had figured out that her talking about the kissing would work me up, and she would go on and on in intimate details trying to work me up more and more. One night I almost attacked her...she had no idea how close she came either. None. Tonight was to be a landmark in our relationship together, though neither of us knew it yet. It began with her telling me of her date. "We went to that movie showing down by the dock...you know, where that artsy theater section is now?" "Oh yeah. Was it that Danish film...what was the name of it...I can't remember." "That's funny, it was that Danish film, and I can't remember the name of it either...huh...go figure. Anyway, we started to neck in there, and afterward, we took it to his car." "How was his kissing on a scale of one to ten?" "A twenty." She said it straightforwardly and so quickly that I was at a loss for words for a bit. This was unusual. Rhonda had a great scoring system for kissers, and if she had upped him to a ten, then this guy would have been something exceptional. A twenty? Wow...just wow. I was immediately jealous of him. I knew that if Rhonda was having a great kissing time, she would kiss and kiss and kiss until either her lips were too sore to continue or things had escalated beyond the kisses. Usually, things escalated beyond the kisses at some point in there. This man had to have been a great kisser to rate so highly a score from her. Never had anyone hit over a ten with her. Never. "How does a twenty kiss anyway? I mean...I can't imagine a twenty. Hell, you've rarely had a nine so a twenty...damn Rhonda." "He is good...I mean it. The best I've ever kissed. Hands down." "What did he do that was so exceptional anyway?" "It wasn't so much what he did as to how he did it. I can't explain it Cheri...I could only try to show...uh...well, I could only try to show you how...and we both know that isn't going to happen." "Not even a little bit?" "Ewww...don't tell me that you're gay now Cheri..." "No...I just want to know what a twenty kisses like. It must have been wonderful." Inside I hoped that I was covering up my feelings well enough. "It was. He was. That's why what happened after that kissing surprised me so much. I mean, a man that can kiss that well ends up being a super dud in the end. What a disappointment he turned into." "Tell me about his kisses." "He started with a light lip touch. No pressure to speak of at all...just barely touching mine. He moved around, slipping them onto my cheeks, eye brows, even along the bridge of my nose. I never thought that I'd find that sexually appealing or stimulating...but let me tell you...the way he went about it all had me there instantly." "Really? I guess I just can't picture that in my mind." "Well...it was like this." Stunning me, Rhonda moved in close and put her lips on my right cheek. Lightly, so lightly she began to move them around up and across my eyebrows and then down the bridge of my nose. I found my breathing caught, my heart was pounding, and it was all I could do to not grab her and throw her down on the bed and consume her with more kisses. It wasn't so much the kissing she was demonstrating to me, even though she had alluded to the 'gay' thing to me...it was that she matter of fact moved in and did it. The way I felt deep down now coupled with her soft lips touching me in so intimately a way had me hot and bothered way beyond anything I'd ever experienced before in my life. As she pulled back our eyes met. I blushed, my thoughts of her naked body laying with mine, hot skin touching skin, her hard nipples pressing into my... "Cheri...are you okay? You're breathing funny." "Oh...sorry. I just didn't expect you to do that like you did. That is a hot kiss, that's for sure." "I'm sorry. I just couldn't explain it right...so I guess maybe since you're my best friend and all...showing wouldn't mean anything. Right?" I wasn't so sure of that now. I knew I wanted to be with her sexually...I knew it. She didn't and in all the time we'd been together she'd never shown a hint that she may be even as much as bi-sexual, let alone lesbian. All I could do is shake my head in agreement. Had I tried to speak right then I fear she would have seen right through me and that would have been the end of everything. I just couldn't risk speaking right then. She jumped up and went to our little refrigerator grabbing a Coke. "You want something?" "Yeah, please." I wanted to shout...yes God...I want YOU. I calmed myself inside as best I could. She had shook me up badly now and I was unsure for the first time about what we were doing. I could feel my strength to hide the real me disintegrating fast, and I was afraid of that. What would she do if she knew that I was a lesbian...what would she do? I was afraid of what I was feeling now. "So...you okay? I can tell you that his kisses are beyond description...I may have to demonstrate them to you Cheri...will we be okay if I do that? It's not like I'm gay or anything, or that I'd think you were...it's just that his kisses were so...indescribable...so...I just have to show, I can't tell and do them any justice at all I guess." "I know. Uh...we could move on to afterwards...I mean...if the kissing is to much for you...or me." "It's just us two here, and you won't tell...I know I sure as hell won't." "That's true. I'm comfortable with you anyway...so...I guess I'd like to know what a twenty scale kisser is like that's for sure." "Anyway, after that first light pattern he ran on my face he moved back to my lips. Licking them with soft little strokes, he got me to open my lips. Just his tongue went into my mouth, and not very far, his lips never touched mine I swear..." "What? His tongue was in your mouth and his lips weren't touching yours? Bullshit...no way. That'd mean that his tongue is like...a mile long or something." Rhonda smiled at me and nodded her head. "Oh yeah...he has a long...long tongue. Super long." "Push glasses up on his nose long?" "Longer." "Oh my God." "Exactly." "What I'd give to feel anything like that." Rhonda leaned in and on the way I saw her tongue sticking out. Quite a distance too. I was surprised at how far. My lips parted as I watched her get closer and closer. I was shaking inside, loving this teasing touch she was giving me so much, even if it went nowhere. At least I'd have something to masturbate to now. Hot, hot kisses from my roommate. I closed my eyes in fear that she'd see right through them into my soul and know what I was thinking. Her eyes were closed too, so I was lucky so far. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth, moving along my teeth. I kept my lips apart, mouth open and relished the feeling her tongue was giving me. Little sparks were jumping in my heart, and my skin was electrified. Suddenly she stopped moving. I opened my eyes and found hers to be on mine. Staring at each other, her tongue still inside my mouth, parting my lips, we held like that for what seemed to be hours. It was probably only a few seconds in reality...but to me it seemed to go on and on, and I loved every milli-second of it too. She pulled back and then her face flamed red. I suppose mine was now too...either embarrassed red or lustfully blushing...hopefully she'd never know what I was thinking though. God I wanted to suck her tongue out of her head and then stick mine right up her pussy. I was almost drooling with the thought. There was some awkwardness now. We had crossed a bridge somewhere and I wasn't sure what she was thinking at all. I was afraid that we would stop what we were doing and she'd leave for a while. That wouldn't be a bad thing because I was ready to finger myself as it was right now. At least if she stopped now and left I'd be able to masturbate some relief into my soul. "I'm sorry." She was getting redder and redder, embarrassed at what had just happened. "It's okay. You were just showing me why you thought he was such a hot kisser, and I can see why. You had me getting worked up and you're a girl." I threw in my last comment to throw her off. If she had any inkling at all she'd probably run out the door and out of my life so fast that I'd die of heartbreak. I had to calm her and myself now. I just wanted her to continue with the telling of this guys kisses too...only because she just might demonstrate some more to me...I was loving her touch...so much. "Well...yeah...that's true. I just didn't mean for it to get so..." "It's all right. I still respect you Rhonda. I hope that you respect me too. You were showing me what it was like...and I am jealous that's for sure." She relaxed now. She was thinking that I was jealous of her being with her guy friend now so she was off guard. "You know, I felt your lips on mine though. You have an amazingly long tongue too. This guy...is he part lizard or something?" "I don't know...but it wouldn't surprise me." "Wow. That is one hell of a long tongue. I could feel yours in my mouth before your lips touched mine...that's amazing." "Yeah." She looked off in a daze. Then I saw her focus and come back to our reality. I wasn't sure what she had just been thinking, but I knew what I had been thinking...and I hoped that I wasn't showing anything at all what I really felt towards her. This was going to be a hard night now. Hiding what I truly felt while she showed me these things was going to tear me up inside. "Anyway, after the tongue in mouth thing he let his lips touch mine. After a few minutes of careful tongue explorations, he went back to the lips only lightly brushing my face." "That is sensual." "Oh yeah. This time he added some stuff though. Near as I can figure out he added tongue...maybe a finger or something...lightly touching my cheeks as he kissed." "Huh...wonder how he achieved that feeling?" "Why don't you try the lip thing and adding tongue or fingers? Maybe I can tell you when you hit what it was he was doing. I mean...if you would be comfortable with doing that I mean." "I guess I could try." Here it came. My turn to kiss her. I was shaking. I couldn't help myself. I was going to get to kiss Rhonda, the focus of my love. I only hoped that I could control myself as I tried to duplicate his touch, and not get carried away. We both leaned in towards each other, then suddenly Rhonda pulled back a little. Looking into my eyes she was searching for something...reassurance maybe? Reassurance that I wouldn't get carried away and take her where she was unprepared to go? Whatever it was, it passed. She leaned back in almost with a relish. Closing her eyes she waited for me. My heart was driving me now. It's beat was strongly pushing me for what it wanted. I had to hold back so much that the inner war I was having with myself threatened to spill over into physical movements on my part. I allowed my lips to contact her cheek. Lightly I moved, kissing here and there, brushing them over her hot and soft skin. Sweet tasting as she was it was hard for me to not just lick her all over and dive towards either her breasts or lower down yet. I managed to control myself though. Barely. In my mind, I was screaming...'RUN, RUN, RUN Rhonda...get away from me. I'll take you and eat you alive. I love you and desire you. For your own good, run away'. I was torn. I loved this person with my whole heart yet I couldn't tell her how much or why I felt the way I did. She was so trusting of me...and here I was, taking advantage of her innocence like I was. I pushed my tongue out and let it slip along her smooth skin. She moaned...literally moaned. Then I heard softly in my ear. "Yes...just like that. That's it exactly. Oh God...what are you doing to me?" I pulled back sharply. I wasn't sure if she was concerned or just moaning her feelings out into the air. Looking at me she smiled. "You have that down pat. That was exactly how it felt. What were you doing?" "I...uh...I let my tongue slip out and caress...I mean...touch you. Lightly." "Oh?" I blushed. Her look was one of some kind of knowledge. Hidden knowledge. Did she know then? Had she figured it out because of my slip of the tongue? "Like this?" She leaned in and let her lips caress my cheek. I closed my eyes and let her do whatever she wanted to do. I was loving her touch, her nearness. Feeling the heat of her body against mine, even clothed as we both were...it just melted me. Her tongue slipped out and caressed me. I shivered a bit as that feeling went to the core of my being. It was all I could do to keep my hands to myself now. Letting her continue I just sat there and enjoyed her touch. She kept going for some time before her tongue went to my lips. Opening my eyes I saw hers looking into mine. Stopping what she was doing, she held still, her tongue just inside my mouth. I could no longer hide it. I sucked her tongue in a little more, as I watched her eyes flare open with the knowledge of what was occurring. Surprising me, she leaned in and kissed me hard. I sucked her tongue into my mouth and returned her kiss. Just as suddenly, she yanked away from me, her breath coming in large gasps. "Oh my God. Oh my god...oh my god." "I know...I'm sorry Rhonda...I'm so sorry. I couldn't help myself." "I know...I know...I..." "I haven't told you...I was hiding it from you..." "No you weren't." "What?" "You haven't been hiding it from me very well. I've known for some time now." "Known what?" I could still hide it from her. She had to have been talking about something else. She could no way know how I felt about her. No way. "Known that you might want me. That...way." "What? What are you talking about?" "Face it Cheri. You've always loved to hear me talking about my dates and especially the kissing. Each time at first I figured you were jealous of me. Having all those boys after me and kissing me like that. You couldn't or wouldn't try to get those same guys to kiss you...so you didn't care for me because it seemed so easy for me to get guys. Then it dawned on me...you weren't jealous of me...you were jealous of them." "What are you talking about? I'm not..." "Yes you are. I think that you have wanted to kiss me and after this...I know it to be true. I could feel it Cheri. You love kissing me. I...I was loving it too." "No I wasn't...wait...what did you say?" I was about to cry. Having Rhonda see right through me like this suddenly opened me up to so many emotions that I was terrified of what she was going to do or say now. Through all of that I barely heard her last little statement...she was loving it too? "I said...I...You...I loved it too. You're a great kisser. I liked kissing you. It's...wonderful." "You like kissing me?" "Oh yes. Loved it in fact. I never knew that about myself either. I loved kissing you. I loved it when you...kissed me...the most." She was blushing red as a stop sign. I suppose I was too. My heart was beating a mile a second now. Had she just admitted that she loved kissing me and me kissing her? Was she saying that she wanted to go farther or was she just saying she loved kissing me? What was happening to us? Was she willing to try to go farther now? If I had been afraid before, at that moment I was honestly terrified. The next minutes would determine our lives together forever, I could feel that in my bones. "What are you saying Rhonda? Do you mean that you'd like to kiss me some more? Maybe...even do more than just kiss?" Looking down at her feet she blushed redder yet. "I...I think that you're wonderful Cheri. You taste good...at least your cheeks and lips do...so soft too. I can tell that there is more there if we both want it. I know that we're not lesbian...but...what if...what if we are? I mean...that wouldn't be a bad thing...would it?" I was speechless. What did I say to that? She was telling me that she wanted to try to go further. Now...was I brave enough to follow my heart? What if she changed her mind? I knew that my heart was on track...was hers though? "I thought that you only liked guys Rhonda." "I thought so too. Just now though...I think I started to realize something. Maybe the reason I have had such a hard time with men is that I really don't like cock...I mean...each time I've gotten to that point is when it all seems to fall apart. Maybe I've been...lesbian and didn't realize it until right this minute." "But...what about me?" "I...think...I love you. I am pretty sure of it." "Like a sister maybe." "NO...like...well after your kisses...I can tell you this...I wanted more from you. A lot more." "Oh my God.." "What have I done? Cheri...I'm sorry...we can work this out...I didn't mean for this to happen. I can move out...I'll..." "No...no Rhonda...it's not what you think. Look...I've been less than honest with you all this time." "What?" "Look...I've been...in...I've had...feelings for you...for a long time now. It's me...it isn't you." "What?" The look she was giving me was one of confusion. I could see that I may have screwed up the best thing that I'd ever had going for me now. Why had I let her talk me into this kissing stuff? It had revealed the true self I had hidden so well from her for so long. "Look Rhonda...I've been a lesbian for several years. Probably all my life really...I just figured it out a couple of years ago. Last year was when it hit me the hardest though. That was when I realized that I loved you..." "You...you love me?" Looking at the floor I could only mumble. She was going to kill me...leave me...hate me. "Yes...I love you Rhonda. I have for over a year...known it anyway. I hid it..." "Why?" "Why? Because you're so beautiful, so sexy...you make me laugh...you've accepted me...you've been my best friend...well at least you were." "I hope that I'm always your best friend Cheri. Isn't that the best for two lovers to be? Best friends?" "What are you saying?" "I'm saying that I've felt that I may love you that way too and I may even have been turning to...well...loving you and wanting to be your lover...for quite some time too. I think that we need to see. I need to see. What its like I mean. I've never...uh...been with a woman before. I think I may have wanted to without realizing it though." "You mean...you want to try...to..." "Make love with you Cheri. I want to make love to you...with you." "Oh...Oh..." I was crying. Like a big baby. Like...well...like a girl. Damn. Of all the things I ever had expected tonight...this...revealing talk was completely out of my mind. Maybe in a deep fantasy I held close to my heart...maybe I had thought of this time...but never had I dreamed that it would come true...like this. Rhonda hugged me tightly. We were both crying now. I was holding the love of my life in my arms and she knew...she knew...she knew all about me. Hugging like we were meant that our bodies were close too. I could feel her breasts pressing against mine...the heat of our bodies was rising. Our hugs of love became hugs of need. Deep, lustful need. I'm not sure who moved to it first, but soon we were both kissing like before. Only...more openly, more...sensually...more...sexily...more...lovingly. Her tongue came out and licked my lips. I sucked it into my mouth and then returned tongue to her. We did that for some time trading our tongues back and forth...a growing heat between us. I felt her hands on the buttons of my pajamas, undoing them one at a time. As my top came open, I started on her top. Pretty soon our breasts were rubbing against each other, nipple to nipple. Each time our nipples would snap past each other it was like a string had been attached to my clit. It would throb and tingle. I moved a hand to her bottoms, and as I tugged them off, she stood up in front of me. I took her panties and bottoms off. Her trimmed pussy was right there when I started to sit up. It was a natural progression for me to lean forward a bit and press my face into her belly.. Her hands went to my head, holding me as I began to kiss and lick her belly button and then down from there. Moving back she sat down on her bed. I pressed her back until she was laying on her back. Her legs spread as I ran my tongue up her inner thigh. I could smell her need, and it overwhelmed me. Here was the love of my life laying before me, naked, and almost begging me to slip my tongue into her pussy...and give her the most pleasure I could. I heard her moans as I licked and sucked her to orgasm, and each moan from her sent a shiver down my spine that seemed to enflame my pussy more and more. Even if she never returned the favors I was now giving her, this night was worth it. She tasted better than I had figured she would...and she was reacting better than any fantasy of her I had ever had. I ate her out for quite some time before she pulled me to one side. "Oh baby...let me...it's my turn now. You've given me so much...it's my turn now sweetie." "You...don't have to Rhonda...I mean..." "What? I know I don't have to Cheri...I want to. I really do. This is...the best sexual time I have ever had in my life...of course I want to give my partner pleasure. I love you and I want to give you pleasure just as you've given me pleasure." Her words carved into my heart. Had I not already have been in love with her, those words would have done it for sure. As it was they sent me into orbit. She loved me. She...loved...me. Rhonda began by picking up my feet. Licking and sucking my toes, she slowly moved up to my ankles, then calves, then knees...kissing every inch she could get her tongue and mouth on. As she moved up my heart began to beat harder and harder. My pussy was flooded with my juices. By the time her lips were on my pussy, I was on fire. I actually came once as her tongue slipped along my inner thigh, so when her lips contacted my pussy lips I lost it big time. Her technique was heavenly and I came several times before she finally backed off to snuggle up in my arms. We fell asleep like that, two sated lovers, heart to heart. Naked and fulfilled. In the morning I woke up to soft kisses trailing along my legs. Rhonda was up and working on me again. As I became more aware of my surroundings I looked into her eyes. All I could see was love in them. Love for me. Sitting up, we both leaned in and kissed each other. Lots of tongue, lots of caressing. Her right leg went over mine, as her left opened up wide. Moving in closer to me, her pussy was inches from mine. I saw what she was trying to accomplish immediately, and spreading my legs more, we both moved until our pussy lips contacted each other. Laying back, she moaned as her hips thrust down and into mine. I pulled on her right leg as it crossed up onto my body, and doing that drove our clits together. I could feel her wetness, and mine too. Slipping and sliding our pussies together, we both soon orgasmed. Mine was a nice warm fuzzy one, the type that lingers afterwards. Laying down, we both rested, our pussies clinging to each other. I reveled in the wetness and knowledge that we had rubbed each other off as we had. I found my fingers playing with my nipples and looking down my body I saw Rhonda doing the same. We were both still so hot to trot that we just couldn't stop. Reaching into my desk drawer I grabbed my largest dildo. Pulling it out I heard Rhonda gasp. "My God...how big is that thing?" "Fourteen inches. Long that is. It's not all that big around. It has two...heads...see?" Holding it up I showed her my favorite toy. I had showered with it several nights ago, and in so doing, cleaned it up too. Her eyes were on it, a smiled played across her face. "Can we um...try it out?" "Yeah...that's what I got it out for. Move up a bit..." As she eagerly moved away from my pussy, we both heard that suction break. We had been pressing against each other and never realized it until that little popping sound broke the silence. Handing the double-headed dildo to her, I directed her to put it in. "Here...you go first. When you're comfortable with it, I'll push onto it. We'll be fucking each other then." She worked it into her pussy...taking about half of it. I was surprised. I had never taken all that much of it...but if Rhonda could do it, then so could I. I figured anyway. As I pressed onto that shaft I had second thoughts. I was only able to take about a quarter of what was left, but it did feel so good. Rhonda was already moving in a strong fucking motion, and I let her set the pace. Working out how to best move took some time, but eventually we were working like to lovers should. Her hand touched my clit, and looking down I saw her looking right where we were joined. With one hand on her mound and the other on mine, she looked so happy and in her place that I swooned. Literally...I almost passed out. It was something I had dreamed about but never expected to see. Rhonda, fucking me with my dildo, obviously happily so. She knew just how to touch my pussy too. She wouldn't let me slip my hand in there, so I made do with rubbing my nipples. My first orgasm came as I realized that our pussy lips were grinding against each other. I had managed to get in my half of that huge cock while Rhonda had too. No more hands were necessary down there, so we were both rubbing each other's nipples or our own. We got off several times that way before we decided that we needed a lunch break. I kept waiting for the other shoe to fall though...after all, just yesterday she had been on a date with a guy. Would she decide to go back to guys eventually...or even today? After lunch we took a walk. Outside in the light of day I waited for her to change her mind. She wasn't talking much as we strolled along. We weren't touching each other...just walking side by side. Suddenly she headed off towards a remote park bench. Arriving there she sat down and patted the seat next to her. As I sat down she leaned over to me and kissed my cheek. "I still feel the same towards you Cheri...you can relax now. I finally have found the best person for me to spend the rest of my life with." "Really?" "Oh yes. You are that person. You are the one for me. All this time we've been living together and I was searching for you...using men...desperate...only to find that the person I was searching for was right there the whole time." "Really, you mean that?" "Yes. Even if you never feel the same way towards me Cheri...I'll always love you." "Well...you can forget that part of me never feeling the same way Rhonda...I've always loved you too. For months now I've known. You have no idea how hard it's been for me at times." "That's why I used my date yesterday to get you to kissing me. I had to know...and we both found out. I'm so happy that date failed now. I really never had any interest in him like that...I can see that now...that...appendage may be a nice tool to get a girl off...but what comes with it? Not something I'm interested in. I can see that so clearly now. Evidently the way my parents raised me caused me to think that I had to be with men only...and I have found that men don't really do it for me. I should have seen it earlier. I really should have." "I know what it was like for me. I thought all the time in high school that there was something wrong with me...then I finally figured out that I didn't care for men in that way...that I liked women." "Have you been with another woman before?" "No. Well, once...but it was weird. She was older...much older...and she wasn't a true lesbian...she was bi. Very bi. She liked guys in numbers, and while they were doing their thing, she liked to munch on me. I wouldn't let guys touch me...just her. I only did it one time though...she was a wreck waiting to happen. Either drugs or STD's were going to catch up with her eventually." "So...neither of us were exactly virgins then." "Not really I guess. I sure loved what we've done though. Being with you is...the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me." "Me too. Being with you I mean...God Cheri...We're so lucky to have been able to meet and find this all out...together." "Don't you know it." "Do you think we'll be together years from now too?" "I can't help but think so. I hope so Rhonda...I truly do. I love you so much." "I love you too." We sat there holding hands, indiscreetly for quite some time...then we headed back to our dorm room for some more hot loving. We had found something between us at last, and for me anyway, life with Rhonda was going to be the best.

The Contract Chapter 4 I remember when she told me the news. She had been having problems. After her visit to the doctor he had required her to take some tests. Then came the specialist. I was in the car having just left work to see her home. Her shoulders were drooping and her walk told me volumes. As she sat down next to me she broke down and began to cry. I leaned over, holding her to me, kissing her cheek. "It will be okay honey. We'll get through whatever it is. You're strong and I am here for you. We'll get you through this." "No. We won't John. I've...I've got cancer. They just told me I have less than a year." "Less than a year? What do they mean less than a year? Is it that you'll need treatment for less than a year? You can do that. We can do that. I will be with you every step of the way Becky." "No John. They meant that I have less than a year to live. I'm...dying." I sat in stunned silence. Of all the things I expected to hear, this was the farthest from my mind. It never occurred to me that whatever it was that was bugging my love would kill her. It had to be a wrong diagnosis. She wasn't that ill. It had to be a mistake. It had to be. "John, they told me I have several types of cancer in me. They're each killing me bit by bit. The specialist told me that I have at most a year and a half. I could die in a month though too." "No. Not that. We'll find other doctors. There has to be a way to fight this. People survive cancer all the time. You will survive this Becky." "I don't think so John. I can feel it inside me at times. I don't think I'm going to make it out of this one." "Nonsense. We'll find someone who can heal you. You'll see. I'll start searching tomorrow. I'll find someone who's able to help you...to cure you. You'll see Becky." I only wish that I felt all that sure as I was trying to sound. Her specialist was one of the best doctors around, and if he had found cancer then it most likely was. I just couldn't give up on Becky though. I loved her too much to accept this at face value. I had to try. I had to. Our next weeks were full of me searching, locating and then getting Becky to see one doctor after another. Each time the diagnosis stayed the same. I even took her to another clinic without any background information and had them test her. Still the answer was the same. Several types of cancer, any one of them a killer in it's own right. Most even said that trying to stop it with radiation and Chemotherapy would be futile. Nobody could say why or how. Nobody could offer a treatment that wasn't worse than the final prognosis. So...finally, after much pleading on Becky's part and a dark hole blooming in my heart, I gave up. I took her home and we began to plan the end of her days. She could tell I was struggling with this too. We had been together since high school; having got married right after graduation. We attended college, separately, her to the one she wanted, me to the one I needed to be at. We managed to stay faithful and happy. It was hard those first years. I managed to get her pregnant three times while we were going to college too. Becky managed to stay in school and get the necessary grades needed to graduate showing the world how smart and tenacious she really was. Tough stuff my Becky is made of. That's why this cancer thing was freaking me out so much. We had been through so much together over the years. Three kids, many moves, different problems that almost every married couple face time to time. Yet we managed to stay in love, matter of fact, our love had grown so much that I was now finding this harder to accept than I had ever dreamed anything like this could be. If Becky died, I'd be alone. All alone. Our kids were out on their own, living their lives and they had no need for dad to come barging in. I was working, but didn't' really need to since our finances had blossomed over the years and we were sitting very well now. Neither of us had to work at all. We could just sit back and cruise for the rest of our years together. Well, that had been the plan anyway. Now this. I was numb inside. I put on the brave front, and watched my wife slowly, oh so slowly, die. It was killing her, and it was killing me. At some point I realized I couldn't live without her. I was asleep when it hit me. I woke up in a cold sweat, and couldn't shake it either. I knew...I wouldn't make it without Becky. That's when I began to plan my demise. I would die about six months after Becky did. It wouldn't be a suicide, well, so much that anyone could tell for certain anyway. I would go out in a blaze of glory...of sorts. Fire tends to blaze doesn't it? Nobody would be able to tell it was a suicide and the resulting findings would leave my insurance policy in effect. The kids would be taken care of for the rest of their lives, and I'd have my peace. I didn't count on Becky seeing right through me. She did. Almost at the very moment I thought it all up too. Her insight into me was always right on the money. She had been that way for years. She could read me a mile away, blindfolded. My voice maybe? Inflections in how I spoke might have tipped her off? I was never sure but I knew that I could never hide anything from her. I never had been able to. She knew me inside and out. We fought over it a bit, but in the end I knew that Becky wouldn't quit until I gave in. It took every bit of every little thing I had to cover it up and let her think I had changed my mind. At times I would have to look somewhere else while talking to her, even in a dark room. I just couldn't give up my plan that easy, and she couldn't accept it either. I was finding that Becky's sex drive was kicking into high gear too. It was like she wanted to make up for the time she'd be gone or something. At times I felt guilty having sex with her knowing that she was ill. She would tell me that she wanted it, but I figured she was just trying to be...I don't know...a good wife? Making up for the time we'd lose? I never realized that her sex drive had kicked in for some reason, and that she was truly wanting me that way until almost too late. It was difficult at times since I knew she was going to die soon. I didn't want to lose her. Not like this, and not so soon in our lives. I guess I had no choice in the matter, as neither did she. It was awkward around each other for a bit after we finally understood her end was coming. I was afraid of hurting her, she was afraid I would be hurt. After a couple of weeks of that we finally got it all straightened out. Then, her friend Samantha came along. I was very suspicious at first since Becky had tried to fix me up with her other friends. She was afraid that I'd go off and die on my own and she also thought I needed to have someone to love after she was gone. Like I could have done that. I mean, she had my heart, there was nobody in the world that would ever get it now. Samantha turned out to be a great person and one that I felt comfortable around. As far as I could tell, she was not interested in me 'that' way. I was relieved, yet still suspicious. I knew Becky well, and I knew she hadn't given up hope that I'd find someone else to love. Like I could. I have always prided myself on my ability to judge someone's age. I had never been off too far in the past, and usually I'd only let some woman lie a bit to in order to not embarrass them. Yet, I knew the age of most of the women I would meet within a few minutes. I was usually within a year or less too. I had been told I was uncanny in that skill and it had served me well in business over the years too. Anyway, when I met Samantha for the first time I was struck at how much younger she was than Becky. This woman was supposed to have been in college while Becky was? NO WAY. She had to be at least ten years younger than Becky. At the very least ten years, and probably more like fifteen if I was any judge. When I questioned them on the age difference, I was expecting some angry stares from Becky, but I never got them. Instead I got a nervous looking wife and a fast talking Samantha. My suspicions were aroused even farther with that. The explanation was satisfactory, if one was easy to pull the wool over their eyes. I let them think I bought it, but deep down I decided to do some research on young Miss Samantha. In the mean time, her quick wit and good nature won me over, even though I intended to find out more about her through other channels. When we first met, Samantha was wearing a dress that hid nothing and gave me the impression of a beautiful woman that had a body to kill for. At first I was thinking that Becky had not given up finding a spouse replacement for her, and I was about to get all upset about it. Then, the next day when Samantha was wearing very conservative clothes, I realized that maybe she hadn't been dressed like that for me. After all she had originally come here on account of her job. As time went on and Samantha moved in and took over the care of Becky, I found her to be quite easy going and nice to be around. I was nervous once or twice when we got too comfortable. She had gotten used to running around like Becky and I would in the past without company around, and at times the short nightie's she wore would be very distracting to me. I mean, she did have a nice body...a very nice body. One night while I was watching TV, she came out in a robe. Sitting with me and drinking her coffee, I began to notice things about her that I shouldn't have. Like the swell of her breasts just showing, and the shape of her calves. So taught and muscular, yet soft and feminine too. I was getting aroused just sitting there near her. About the time I was going to give up and go to bed, she got up and told me goodnight. As she bent to pick up her coffee cup, her robe parted and I had a view of her breasts, hanging unfettered. They were perfect one's too. Nipples were fitting to someone with her features, and she reminded me of a playboy model. Yet, she didn't turn me that way since my next thoughts were of Becky's breasts and how I loved to suck and nibble on her nipples. I pretended to not notice and she was quick in looking at me to see if I had seen her. Luckily she missed my gawking, and as she left she whispered good night to me. "Goodnight John. Sleep tight." "You too Samantha. I'm headed to bed myself. In a minute anyway." I watched her walk away to the guest bedroom wondering if Becky had managed to work some kind of deal with this woman to slip into my life. I shook it off since nothing so far had led me to see that they were conspiring anything like that. I had not been able to find out much about Samantha's work, other than she had worked a long time ago for one company as a buyer. Samantha was paying attention to Becky and I was just a side note to her. At least the impression she gave me was she was not interested in me...other than I was her friend's husband. Still, I had suspicions on the whole matter. I couldn't help it, Becky had tried so hard earlier to get her replacement in my life that I just didn't want to let my guard down. One night Becky really got turned on and we outdid ourselves. We went at it all night long with few rest breaks. At one point I was fucking her as she lay spread beneath me and she began to cry out. In the past, Becky had been quiet and conservative in bed. This was part of a whole bunch of things that had changed with her. At the moment of her orgasm she let out a huge scream. The next thing we knew, Samantha was in the room, having thought that Becky was having troubles. Seeing us as we were, she blushed and turned and ran out. I had started to go soft, but Becky really turned up the heat to keep me up and rigid. Later, I thought back to that moment and wondered how Samantha had gotten into our bedroom so fast. Way too fast. It made me think that something may not be quite right. Of course, she had been embarrassed and the next morning she was still embarrassed. So I dismissed that whole episode as a true mistake. Things like that began to happen more and more, usually when Becky was really wound up it seemed. Then came the night that Becky decided to have me do her out in the living room. I should have known better, but Samantha had gone out for the evening, and we figured we'd be alone for at least an hour or two. I had been sitting besides her, holding her to me as we kissed and enjoyed each other's presence. Becky then began to escalate things by fondling my cock through my pants. I responded by fondling her breasts, and the next thing we knew we were off. Stripping her clothes off right there in the living room was a trip since we hardly ever made love any place other than the bedroom. I kissed her breasts, sucking her nipples in and just loving them. Becky had her hands on my cock and was trying to move around so she could suck me. I moved up a bit, and pretty soon we were in a sixty-nine. Becky on top sucking my cock and me underneath licking her very wet pussy. We were like that for a bit, then I rolled her off me and we ended up on the floor. Laughing, we kept on going. I moved between her legs, and positioned my cock at her entrance. Becky was mewling, wanting me to fuck her now and fuck her hard. I plunged in, and as I bottomed out she cried out loudly. "YESSSSSS. OH God...YESSSSSS." Hearing her having so much pleasure drove me to improve and do better. I loved to hear Becky. Especially since we had spent the last years being so quiet due to the kids and all. Now, we could be loud and do pretty much whatever we wanted. Her newfound love of sucking my cock still surprised me. It was like I had found another person in the body of my wife somehow. Anyway, I was fucking her hard and fast and she was screaming. I came as she did, and her legs shot up and around my back locking me inside her. I collapsed on her then rolled to one side. We laid there basking in the glory of our copulation, when we heard it. "Ahem. Sorry. I forgot my wallet. Came back for it. It's right there, on the coffee table." Becky had a look in her eyes that made me wonder. She was smiling like nothing was wrong, while I scrambled for my clothes. I felt like I had been caught in her parent's house before we were married. It was surreal in many ways to me. By the time I had found my shorts, Samantha had a nice long look at my raging hardness. I hadn't gone soft yet, and as a matter of fact, I had been getting harder thinking about what was next for Becky and I. "So Samantha, what do you think of John? Did I lie? Isn't he huge?" "It's um...nice. Very nice. Too bad he's taken. If he weren't I'd be making some moves on him, that's for sure." "Uh...I'm not available though." "We know John. I told Sam about your cock the other day...it came up in conversation, don't look so shocked. Women talk about things like that all the time." "Yeah, well, not my...um..." "Cock John...your cock." "Becky, you're not helping me here." I was embarrassed. Samantha had a nice long look at me before I found some clothes, and by the time I had covered up she was gone. Grabbing her wallet her last words to us were; "You two don't do nothing I wouldn't do, okay?" Later, as we made love soft and gently in our room I asked Becky about Samantha's timing lately. The response I got made me get suspicious all over again. She froze up, not moving, then I felt her relax. Just as if I had caught her, then she decided I hadn't. I wouldn't have been able to tell except that I was hard and deep inside her, and when she froze up, her pussy tightened up around my shaft enough that I knew there was something up. The next day I started asking questions. "Becky, are you sure you aren't trying to pawn me off on Samantha? I mean, you've both been setting me up lately. Enough that I think you are." "NO. I told you I wouldn't do that John, and I haven't. You are getting paranoid in your old age." "I'm not all that old Becky." "Yeah, but you are getting more paranoid." "Well, you've given me reasons to be that way you know." "Oh yeah? Well, so have you. What about you and doing the will all over again last week? We just did it a month ago, and I saw you in your office the other night, working on it yet again. Are you still planning something that you told me you weren't? Damn...she turned it all around on me so smoothly and fast I had to think quickly to cover my surprise. She almost had me caught. "NO. I haven't. I was just making sure that everything is in order. That's all." "Yeah...like that paperwork changed magically all by itself since last month. John, I know you and I know you've been hiding something from me. I can tell you're still planning to do something stupid. After you promised me you wouldn't too." She began to cry and I felt about as bad as I had for a long time. How could I make her understand without her my life wasn't worth living? How could I make her see that I'd be useless without her in my life? I would be. Totally useless. I'd have no reason at all to go on. I would have day after day of numbness and loneliness. "Becky, I can't go on without you. You have been my life for so long I can't possibly go on without you. Can't you see that? You're leaving me and I'll be alone for the rest of my life. I can't take that thought. I just can't." "Oh John." Her voice was soft and low. I could see that I had hurt her again. Once again I had cut her soul. I felt bad about it all, but at the same time I couldn't bring myself to admit that I needed to apologize to her. "John, I love you and always have. You have to get over me...and you need to start now. I won't be there for you anymore, that's true. That doesn't mean that someone else can't fill my shoes. Maybe even better than I have." "Don't say that. Don't ever say that again. You've been the only one for me forever Rebecca. You have been my life. I've lived for you...and without you...I'll die. That is how it is." Becky had gotten up and was approaching me. I never saw it coming until it was too late. I was expecting a hug. Instead she began to hit me, hard, very hard. I heard her screaming, yelling, and her fists hitting me about my head, shoulders and stomach. "GOD DAMN YOU JOHN. DAMN YOU. YOU bastard...you ass. I can't believe that you're thinking of killing yourself just because I won't be around. Damn you. GOD DAMN YOU. You have everything to live for and a healthy body to do it in. You have some nerve trying to take away from my children's lives now. How dare you. HOW DARE YOU. YOU...YOU..." She broke down crying. Samantha had run into the room, only hearing yelling, and I could see shock registering on her face. I had a bloody nose and red marks on my cheeks where Becky had connected quite well with her fists. I had just stood there taking the hits, not sure why either. Becky had collapsed into my arms by the time Samantha got there, and I'm not sure what she thought had happened between us, though it was obvious something had. "Is everything all right guys?" "NO...everything is not all right. This asshole is still planning on offing himself after I die. He may not make it that far though...I'm about ready to do him in right now." "What?" "It's nothing Samantha. Becky is just upset." "UPSET? YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I'M UPSET. You look Samantha and me in the eyes and tell us that you haven't been planning to kill yourself. LOOK US IN THE EYES and say that you're fine with all of this and that you're planning on working and living for a long, long time. GO AHEAD JOHN. DO IT." She had me there. I couldn't look anyone in the eye and say that without showing that it would be a lie. I looked at the wall and then down at the floor. I was a mess. I turned and walked out, heading to the bathroom to clean up; leaving Becky crumpled on the couch where she had collapsed, crying her heart out. As I wiped my face with the washcloth, I heard someone come into the bathroom with me. Turning to see, I found Samantha staring at me. All she did was stare and it began to make me uncomfortable. Finally, my discomfort becoming more and more pronounced, I had to get something out of her. "What?" "Have you ever thought of what this is doing to Becky?" "What do you mean? Once she's gone, it won't matter anymore." "But it will. She's going over to the next step in life and you're leaving her with the knowledge that when she goes, you will kill yourself because of her. How do you suppose that makes her feel? You are doing more to hurt her than you imagine. Not only does she have to deal with her dying; she has to worry about your worthless ass too. That's what you are too, by the way. A worthless ass." "What do you know about anything? What do you know?" "I know that Becky has done things for you that you have no idea of, and you never will. She has loved you without fail, without remorse and without fear. Until now. You're destroying her last days on earth with you and her family, all for selfish reasons of your own making. I can't believe you John. I really can't. Isn't it enough for you that Becky is dying? Are you so spineless that you'd give up without her? What kind of man are you?" "You don't understand. I love her so much..." "That you will ruin her last memories of you two together. You will give up on her now, when she needs you most. You will give up on her kids, and her soon to be grandkids." "They're my kids too." "Are they really? You are giving them up rather easy. Maybe you never liked your kids? Maybe you hated your kids? Maybe you hate Becky now too? Maybe you..." "HOW DARE YOU. I love Becky and I love my kids. How dare you say that I don't. Where do you get off walking in here and acting like you're queen of all knowing, while I lose the love of my life? Where do you get off telling me anything about my family? You don't know me at all...not at all." "I know your type. Weak and insufferable. You'd let your wife have a miserable last few weeks or months all at her expense...just because you are a selfish brat. You're letting your 'poor me' attitude take over your life while the rest of the world moves on. Do you think anyone will care when you're gone? Do you? Maybe your kids will...your grandkids will never know you so you'll just be the crazy old man that killed himself because he couldn't manage to function without grandma. You are a foolish, foolish man John...very foolish." She turned and walked out on me. I was fuming now, angry that she had interfered in my life. Angry that she had the nerve to accuse me of...of...being selfish. It was at that moment that I knew that is what I had been. Selfish. I had been unable to accept the loss of Becky, and I had begun to work out a way to make it 'acceptable' to me. I sat down on the toilet and cried. I was losing my wife, the one person I truly loved and needed in my life, and I had been acting like a fool. I had gotten caught up in my own misery and miserable plan, all at the expense of my wife's last days. I was making her last days about as bad as I could, and I hadn't seen it. I felt about as low as I ever had at that moment. How could I make this up to Becky now? Not only that, Samantha had just shown me that she cared about Becky more than I did. She had been here, of her own free will, staying with us in case we needed anything. She had been there for Becky while I had been off working out my plan. I was ashamed of myself. What I had become I had done on my own. Now I had to fix things, if I could. I had also been suspicious of them both. I was sure, right up until now anyway, that they had some crazy scheme cooked up to take care of me after Becky died. I had been thinking about that so often lately, that I had actually put my main plan on the back burner for a bit. I cleaned up and checked myself out in the mirror. Opening the door, I saw our bedroom door closing, and I almost ran to open it. Only, I found when I got there, it was locked. Becky was locking me out now? Was that it for us? Had I really screwed things up so bad I couldn't fix them now? I spent the night on the couch in the den. In the morning I woke up to find someone had covered me with a blanket while I slept. Stretching, I worked the kinks out of my back, wondering who had done me the favor. It didn't take long to figure that out. Samantha walked out in her robe, two cups of coffee in her hands. "I thought you might want something hot to drink this morning." "You...uh...the blanket...that was you?" "Nope. Becky did that. She was upset last night, and after you went to sleep, she came out and just sat there, watching you. When she finally went to bed, she covered you up first. You really hurt her John. You really did. Had it been me, I'd have kicked your ass out the door." "I know. I thought about it all and realized that I've been acting like a fool. I was being selfish, like you said, and I didn't see it. You and Becky opened my eyes last night...I just hope I'm not too late to fix things now." "I don't think you are. It's a sobering thought to know that you've been wrong about something isn't it? I've been there several times...it's never pretty." "Yeah. It isn't." We drank our coffee in silence after that exchange, while I stewed over what I could do to make things right between us. Between all of us. I had hurt Samantha as well as Becky last night, although it appeared that Samantha was over it already. For the first time I looked at her in a different light. A far different light than I had before. Samantha was a genuine person and a good and loving person too. She was someone who was worthy of sharing a life with. Just like Becky, but different too. I finally saw her as a woman without any guards or shields up. I wasn't looking at her like she was in some kind of plan to 'save' me. But here she had. She had opened my eyes up to what I had been doing to Becky. "I owe you an apology." "For what?" "Last night." "No. You owe that to Becky. I was just here for both of you guys, that's all." "Yeah, but I was a bit hard on you. You've been here for us...mostly Becky, but both of us in many ways too. I had no right accusing you of anything like I did last night. None." "Forget about it John. You were upset, and not thinking clearly. It happens." "Well, I'm sorry anyway. Please forgive me." "Okay, okay, you're forgiven. Now...go fix things with Becky." I left her and went in to our bedroom door. Knocking, I waited until Becky opened it up. "Oh, it's you." "Look...I've been a fool Becky. I...I was thinking of myself instead of you, even though I had fooled myself into believing I was thinking of you. I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt..." "This another plan to throw me off John?" "NO. Look, last night Samantha made me see how big a fool I've been. I thought about it and I have nothing that I can say that can make up for how I've acted or what I planned. Our kids mean the world to me too, I was just caught up in losing you and..." "Really? Honest? Are you telling me the truth? How will I be able to tell if you are telling the truth...now?" Her voice was hollow sounding and empty. Without realizing it, I had begun to cry. Tears were running down my cheeks as I finally came face to face with how wrong and stupid I had been. "All I can say is that I won't try to do something stupid like kill myself. I won't give up on life or living. I will miss you Becky...I will miss you so much...but I will be here for our grandkids, your grandkids. I promise that." "Fine." I stood there unable to find the words to convince her that I meant what I said. I was desperate to let her see that I was being honest with her...finally. She turned and went back into the bedroom leaving the door open. I stepped inside and stood there just watching her. It became crystal clear that I was seeing her for some of the last times I ever would, and I had wasted or been wasting time with her that could have been far better spent loving and enjoying her. I went to my knees, wiping my eyes and cheeks clear of my tears as I did. "Becky...Rebecca...I have been an idiot. I know I don't deserve a second chance, and for what I've done so far, for the pain I've caused you, I can't take that back. All I can say is that I will be forever sorry and regretful for acting as I have. I have finally realized that you are right about things and that I do have lots of things to live for. Please...please...forgive me? I don't want us to be angry or upset with each other anymore. Please forgive me?" "You're not going to off yourself?" "No." "You're going to try to live well and for a long time?" "Yes." "You'll find someone else eventually?" I hesitated. I was afraid of this. I loved her so much, and that thought that there could be someone else out there haunted me, as much as feeling that it was dishonoring her or actually, cheating on her to even think of someone else. I didn't know how to explain myself to her, and just knelt there wondering what I could say to cover this situation? "Well John? You'll find someone else eventually?" "Uh...I suppose I could. I mean...right now I think that even the thought of that leaves a bad taste in my mouth, but eventually I think maybe I possibly could move...on." "Are you shining me on again John?" "No...it's just...I just can't bear the thought of losing you already, and to sit here and say that I will find someone else is...it just doesn't feel right Becky. What can I say about that? What can I say that will convince you I'll be okay without promising something like this?" "Just promise me you will try?" "I...I don't want to. I'm sorry Becky, I just don't want to promise you anything that I may not be able to deliver." We had left the bedroom door open, and Samantha had walked in behind me. I was first aware of her when she cleared her throat and spoke up. "Ahem. Uh, Becky, I think what John is trying to say is that he can't tell if he will be able to find someone else because he is still in love with you so much he would feel like he was cheating on you...or maybe your memory." "Yeah...something like that. Thank you Samantha." "Cheating on me? John, it's not cheating if I told you to do it. It's not cheating if I'm okay with it. It's not cheating because when that time comes, I'll be dead. I'll be gone and you will be alone." "Physically maybe...but you will still be in my heart Becky. In my soul. In my mind. In me. What if it were me that was dying? Would you move on?" "Well, that's different. I wouldn't because I would have no need to do that." "Yes you would. If I were dying I'd want you to be happy too Becky. Can't you see that I have loved you forever? I just can't throw that away in a minute or a day or a week. It will take time. Maybe I will never be able to find someone else...maybe I won't want to. That wouldn't be a real bad thing you know. Would it?" "NOW I believe you. NOW I can see you are serious and honest with me. Now you know why I feel the way I do. Imagine that you were the one dying and I was left behind John...that's how I would want you to be...just like you would want me. What you want for me, I want for you." "There...I can see you two finally figured out your problems. I'll be in the kitchen brewing up some coffee." With that Samantha turned and left the bedroom. Becky and I embraced and kissed. Finally, I understood her whole thinking process. Finally I understood why she wanted me to have someone. I realized that Samantha had helped us far more than anyone else had up to this point too. I owed her...big time. "So, is that a pickle in your pocket or are you glad to see me?" "It ain't a pickle dearest." "Maybe I should fix that for you so it isn't so uncomfortable to stand or sit down." "That would be...great." "How about if I call Samantha in and give her a taste of..." "Uh...how about just you and me take care of it for now." "Later then?" "Samantha?" "Why not?" "I don't know...she is nice, pretty, and fairly smart..." "She is great, beautiful, and very intelligent. She is also free, single and I'd bet, looking too." "Can we just make love for now and worry about that later?" "Nope." "Nope? What then?" "I don't want to make love. I want to be FUCKED. Fuck me John. Take me...use me...FUCK ME." "I think I can handle that too." I picked her up and almost threw her onto the bed. She bounced a couple of times while I started stripping off my clothes. I crawled up between her legs once I was naked, and began pulling off her panties. As they slid down her thighs she was already moaning. She undid her bra and pulled it off as I tossed her panties to one side. I moved to kiss her feet, and she giggled. My tongue tickled her and as I worked my way up, her giggles turned to moans. By the time I was at her inner-thighs, she was thrashing...trying to pull my head up into her pussy, and also trying to lock her legs around me at the same time. I held her legs apart, and then slowly pushed them up and out. Pretty soon her knees were on either side of her head, and she was splayed wide open before me. I could see her nipples standing out like little rocks, and I knew that they were very sensitive at that moment. Reaching up, I took one in between two fingers and tugged on it. I could see her juices start to flow out of her pussy when I did that. It was as if I had turned on a faucet or something. Licking her pussy lips, I tugged on her nipple, slowly working two fingers up into her tight wet hole. I could feel her heat surrounding those fingers, and my tongue worked over her clit real firmly for a bit. Becky suddenly tightened up stiff as a board and came. I was surprised in that she rarely had been so responsive to me like this before. I mean, she had been responsive, but not as fast as this. Holding her legs up and back, I moved down and began to lick all around her pussy and then her little butt hole. Becky whispered to me when my tongue slipped across that little brown bud... "Oh...God...that feels...good. I'm sorry...I am such a slut...but I've always wanted you to do something like that." "Really? Well, I like doing it too. Wish I had done something like this a long time ago." I had ate her out lots of times, but never had my tongue gone where it was now. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would have been either. Matter of fact, I was relishing her response to my efforts now. My nose was in her pussy hole, my tongue playing with her asshole. I could feel it pulsing as I licked it, and once in a while my tongue would almost slip inside. I was getting braver and finally I used my hands to spread her ass cheeks wide open, and slipped my tongue inside. "Oh...ummm...yesss. Yesss...oh God...yesss....that feels...so good....do it some more John....do it some more." I was happy to oblige, and really began to work over her asshole with my fingers and tongue. Becky was headed to an orgasm as I did that, and once she started, I had my hands full keeping up with her. Her hands pulled on my head hard, and I slipped my tongue up to caress her clit as she went ballistic. Her legs tightened up around my head, still bent back most of the way, yet her thighs were just able to grip me firmly. I let her use me as she wanted, working to keep my breathing clear. At times I thought she was going to smother me, but I managed to keep some air moving into my lungs. As she came down, her legs fell to either side of me, and her hands loosened their grip on me. I licked her here and there a bit more, then moved up to suck on her nipples. Pretty soon she was getting turned on again, and her response to me was to twist me onto my back and move down to suck my cock. I watched her lips go around the head, then slowly move down my shaft. I was feeling pretty good, and since I hadn't been laid the night before, I was close to shooting. I told her that. "Uh...be careful baby. I'm real close to shooting already. You spend too much time down there I may shoot off in your mouth." "Mmmm...that would be great. I want you to. Come on sweetie...shoot in my mouth. I really want you to." Becky was working me over like a pro...when suddenly she shifted positions. Straddling my head in a classic sixty-nine, she once again began to work on my hard throbbing shaft. I was busy with licking and sucking on her very wet pussy now. I felt her pause for a moment, then she started to really suck on my shaft, taking the whole thing in. I could feel the head of my cock in her throat at times, and her tongue was working magic on the underneath side of my cock too. That's when it hit me. How was she able to get her tongue on the underneath side of my cock in a sixty-nine? I stayed still for a moment making sure I was feeling it as I imagined, and I was certain after a bit that her tongue was definitely licking on the vein that ran underneath my cock. Her lips were tight around my shaft, yet her tongue was in a position that defied the way we were laying. I began to move around, trying to see how in the world she was able to do what she was doing, but her legs had me held down. I felt her knees tighten up around my shoulders, and her pussy drove down into my face. I wasn't in danger of suffocating, but I could tell she was preventing me from getting free to see what was going on. I gave up after a bit, and let the sensations take over. It did feel good, whatever she was doing, and I loved it. I began to feel the stirrings of my orgasm approaching, so I moaned into her pussy to let her know that I was about to cum. Becky exploded in an orgasm on my face when I moaned, evidently the vibrations from my moaning causing her to take off. I started to shoot off at that same time, and as I came, I felt her lips tighten even more near the base of my shaft. Feeling her throat working to swallow my load really set me off and I came harder yet. I about passed out, the sensations were so overloading me. As I laid there, recovering from a tremendous orgasm, I just savored the feel of the tongues licking my shaft. 'TONGUES'?! Plural, as in two of them. One on top, and one underneath. Both running up and down my shaft at the same time, then switching off and one going up while the other went down. Once in a while, the one underneath was going down and licking my balls too. Definitely two tongues were licking me. It was at that point that I realized what was happening. It had to be Samantha in there with us. It had to be. At least, it was someone other than Becky in there with us. I was rock hard still, and I could tell that I wasn't going to go soft for a bit now. I could feel Becky sitting up, still straddling my face and not letting me see what was going on. The next thing I felt was something warm, tight, and hot moving down over my shaft. I could feel wetness, and then muscles milking my shaft. My wife was straddled my face as I continued eating her out, while someone else was on my cock, fucking! My initial thought was to stop all of this and find out what was happening. My second and baser instinct took over, reveling in the pleasures and sensations I was experiencing. I relaxed as best I could in the situation I was in, and went with the flow. After all, if another woman was here with us, and Becky was still on top of me, it must be with her full knowledge and consent. I just wish that they had talked to me about this and let me give my consent too. At any rate, I was enjoying this. I ate Becky out while someone fucked herself on my cock. I was not going to cum for a while having just came like I had, so they were going to have me for however long they wanted. After a bit Becky moved to get off me, using her hands to cover my eyes, and whoever had been fucking me slipped off my shaft and onto my face in a very practiced move. Before I knew it, the strange woman was on my face, her shaved pussy rubbing on my nose and lips. I soon felt Becky, or who I assumed was Becky, (Not being able to see for certain.) mounting my still hard cock. I just kept on, actually beginning to really enjoy this treat. My hands being free, I moved them up the body on top of my face, and found two very firm and nice breasts bouncing around. I knew then, by the touch of her nipples, that it was Samantha on my face now. I remembered how they had looked that night her robe had parted and I had such a great view. Had they planned this all? Was it just an instant happening kind of thing? I was betting on the former rather than the latter...but we would see later. I pulled and tugged on the nipples between my fingers and was rewarded with a wet pussy slipping and sliding all over my nose and lips. I had my tongue out, licking as I could, trying for her clit, but usually just having to suffice at where it ended up at that moment. Becky was fucking me hard and fast, shaking the whole bed. I could tell that I was about to start building for another orgasm, and was very happy that it was Becky on my cock. Samantha was grinding down hard on my face now and cumming like crazy. I licked up her juices as best I could, my face was wet with them. I could feel Becky shuddering on my cock, and her pussy grabbing my cock hard. That set me off and I started to cum too. Afterwards, as we all laid in a heap on the bed I rose up into a sitting position to look at the two tired women. "So...whose idea was this?" They both spoke at once. "Mine." "Mine." "Hmmm...who's this 'mine' person and where did they come from? Should I send them a couple bucks or something for the pleasures I've gotten so far tonight?" I started to laugh at my poor joke as two pillows began hitting me. I laid back and covered my face...while reaching out to hug someone to me tightly. It ended up being Becky, and I was happy for that little fact. Samantha cuddled in along side of us and I put an arm around her too. Hugging them, naked as they were, seemed natural. We fell asleep like that, and later on I had to get up to pee. I slipped out of bed and did my business, then went out to the kitchen, naked still, for a glass of water. As I stood in front of the kitchen sink drinking I heard someone come up behind me. "Hope you are all right with that little surprise." "Caught me off guard. I wasn't expecting it at all. Out of the blue." "Becky thought it would be best this way." "So, I guess you are she then?" "She?" "The one that Becky has picked out to replace her?" "No...well, not replace exactly...just...join you. Does that upset you still?" "Actually, it felt...I mean to say...uh...damn...I'm getting all tongue tied now for some strange reason." "Maybe it's because you're naked yet, and your cock is getting hard too." I hadn't noticed that until she mentioned it. It was true, I was naked and my cock was stirring to life. She was standing there naked as I, and I could see her nipples were hard as two little rocks too. I wasn't the only one turned on it appeared. Of course on her behalf, it could have been a bit cool in the kitchen at that moment, which would have caused hard nipples too, but I was betting on the former again, instead of the latter. "I'm not the only one naked you know." "Yes...I know. So...should we head back to the bedroom and see if Becky wants to join in too?" "Becky is here and wanting to watch for a bit. You two go ahead and start. Right here...right now." Becky had walked in as we were talking. I looked into her eyes, wanting some kind of reassurance that she was okay with this, but her statement more than told me what I was wondering. I took Samantha's hand, pulling her to me, and as her breasts pressed into my chest, I put an arm around her holding her fast. My other hand shot out and grabbed Becky and pulled her in to us too. Naked, we shared a three-way hug. Then, Becky broke away and giving my cock a little playful tug, she spoke to both of us. "Well...go on. Give me a show worth watching now. I've been wondering for a long time what it would be like to see two people making love in person. Don 't disappoint me now. Come on...get going." Samantha looked into my eyes and kissed me. I held her to my body, feeling her nipples driving into my chest. My cock throbbed between us, coming up between her legs and rubbing her already wet pussy lips. I moved my hips back and forth a bit, loving the feeling her wetness was giving me. I was doing something for her too it seemed as she moaned softly, and ground back. I moved her back and put Samantha's butt up against the kitchen table. As she leaned back, I picked up on her thighs, and sat her up on it. I pushed between her spread legs, my cock rubbing on her clit. I bent down, licking her nipples before taking one at a time into my mouth and sucking on them. I stopped at this point and looked over at Becky, wanting to make sure she was approving of this. I was uncertain to the extent that it was not my wife I was about to enjoy sexually, even after last night. It was all happening so fast for me. Becky winked at me and smiled, nodding her head to direct my attentions back to Samantha. Becky had moved to sit in kitchen chair only inches from where we were, getting a great view of us. My cock slid into Samantha's pussy, and as soon as I was half way in, I held still, giving her a chance to get used to me. Bit by bit I worked in the rest of it, and by the time I bottomed out she was moaning, crying out for me to fuck her. I began to stroke in and out, getting faster and faster as I went, until pretty soon I was driving into her so fast I broke out in a sweat. I slowed down a bit, letting us both catch a breath, and then I began to rotate when I would bottom out. Before I knew it, I was getting ready to shoot off, and Samantha was about there too. I reached out and grasping a nipple in each hand, pulled on them gently, bringing her up and over into her orgasm. As soon as she cried out and started shaking, I began to thrust in and out hard and fast, only stopping when I came. At that point I drove fully into her hot and oh so tight pussy, and actually shoved the table back a few inches as I did. I sat down afterwards, a hand on Samantha's thigh, as she lay out on the table. Becky suddenly did something that I had never dreamed she'd do. Pushing me aside, she moved her chair to be in between Samantha's legs, and started to lick and kiss her pussy. I sat there, stunned at the spectacle in front of me. My wife, licking and kissing another woman's pussy. I leaned in close, and once in a while, Becky would lean over to me and kiss me, her tongue slipping between my lips. I could taste Samantha and me on her when she did that, and though I didn't think I'd really like it, I found it to not be too bad tasting. Pretty soon, Becky had Samantha about to cum again. Once she had her there, I moved behind Becky's chair, and pulled her into a standing position, with her bending over to keep up her work on Samantha. Shoving the chair out of the way, I stepped in behind Becky and pushed my now hard cock into her pussy. Becky stopped me, and reaching out, grabbed some butter. Moving her hand between her ass cheeks, she spread it in and around her bottom, and then shook her ass at me. Never having moved her tongue away from Samantha's pussy while doing so. Knowing what she wanted, I place the head of my cock back there and pushed. A little familiar 'pop' and I was in. Gently and slowly, I worked my whole cock inside her. Once I bottomed out I held still for a bit, letting her ass get used to the invader back there. While I did that, my hands were busy playing with her breasts. Once Becky relaxed a bit, I started to fuck her backdoor. As I did, Samantha held Becky's head to her pussy, and had an orgasm. Becky moved to one side, allowing Samantha to get up, and as I continued to fuck Becky's ass, Samantha sat up and watched. Pretty soon Becky came, and came hard. As she did, she reached back and spread her ass cheeks wide, showing Samantha that I was in her ass. Samantha leaned in, and looked closely, and just her head being there watching us fuck like that did something inside me, and I came hard. I didn't think I had much left in me, but I found out under the right circumstances, one could have more than they thought. After that, we all went in and showered. The girls helped me wash my back and I helped them wash theirs. I dried off and then went back to bed and slept for a bit. When I woke up later, Becky and I were alone in the house. Samantha had gone to see a friend according to Becky and she'd be back later. We sat in the kitchen, dressed now, and had some coffee while we talked. Enlightening was a key word on this visit. "Are you upset with me John?" "Upset? No. Surprised maybe...a bit uncertain too, but not upset." "Do you like Samantha?" "Obviously." "I mean, do you like her...more than as a friend?" "Oh...so you do plan to shove her off onto me then?" "You make it sound like some chore or something. She's a very beautiful woman and she is also very sexual. She'd be a great partner for you too. I think she likes you on top of that. That's saying a lot, considering the way you treated her at first." "I just don't like the fact that you are match making for me Becky. I know you're worried and all, but I just can't drop you in a second and take up with another woman just like that." "I'm not asking you to. I am showing and telling you that if you want to start a relationship with Samantha, I'm more than willing to share you with her. Only her...but I can see that you two are hitting it off finally." "Can't I just love you and keep you around instead?" "Don't you think I'll get a little rank smelling eventually? Besides, what would people say? I can see you now...'Hi, I'm John, and this is my wife Becky. She's a little...dead...but I like having her around.'" "Damn you have a morbid sense of humor. How can you joke about something like that anyway?" "If I dwell on my close at hand end too much it drives me crazy John, this lets me...I don't know...blow it off a bit." "It's just a lot to take in Becky. I mean I spent years being faithful and cherishing you. Now suddenly I'm supposed to change over to wanting and liking someone else...at your insistence. Kind of hard for me to work out in the ol' head, you know?" "I don't want you to just like Samantha John...I want you to love her. Just like you love me. I want you to be together forever after." "I don't know...I don't know Becky. You're asking an awful lot of me. I'll try...but I can't promise anything." "You trying is all I need to hear. I am going to hold you to that John. You must try to fall in love with Samantha. You have to try. If that means dating her and all that goes with it, then so be it. I want you to enjoy her and love her. Whatever it takes." I was beginning to understand more and more that Becky was going to be single minded in her determination of making sure I had someone in my life. Samantha wouldn't be a bad choice as far as I was concerned. I made a decision at that point to at least give Samantha a chance. After all, I had sampled her already, and found her to be very nice sexually. Something I wasn't aware of was that Becky had talked to our kids and told them about her plans for making sure I had someone in my life after she was gone. Becky hadn't told them how she had made the deal, but only that she wanted someone there for me. She had gone so far as to tell them it would be Samantha, so they should support her last wishes and make sure to give Samantha a real chance. That all came out later, but at this point she had already figured out that her plan had a large chance of success.

The Contract Chapter 2 My name is Rebecca. I am a married woman, with three adult kids. My husband John and I have been together since high school. We were married the day after high school graduation, and we have been very happy all these years. We've had twenty-four happy and wonderful years so far, but our time is short. Rather, my time is short. You see, I'm dying. I have several kinds of cancer in my body, and any one of them would be lethal to me. My doctors have given me four to six months to live now. It's strange you know, I don't feel all that sick at times, just some pains here and there. I do have times when I am so sick I can't even think straight, but mostly I am able to get out and about still. They have told me that in a couple of months that won't be the case, so I'm getting out as much as I can now, while I still can. I suppose a little background in my life would be helpful to you all, because when you hear the rest of my story, you will think I've gone off the deep end. I know of two people who think that right now anyway. They are beginning to come to an understanding of why and I think they are at least giving me the benefit of a large doubt. John and I met in high school. We dated, and I can tell you that even on the first date with him I knew he was going to be my husband. I loved him way back then. We were together all through high school, and then we got married the day after graduation. We both went to college, and some may think that a married couple going to college like we did was impossible, but we managed to get it done. You see, what John wanted in a degree meant that he had to go to a certain school. What I wanted in a degree meant that I had to go to another school. We both went to college, but they were four hundred miles apart. Suffice it to say that our marriage has always been quite unorthodox. We went to college, married, yet apart. We got together on weekends and on holidays. During the summers we lived together and worked to make enough money to support us during the school year. We loved each other and at times this kind of separation was so hard on us. Still, we managed to keep it all together without straying and we also managed to keep our love for each other pure too. We both graduated college on the same day, so when that time came our families came to each of our ceremonies. His parents to his, my parents to mine. Our parents both filmed the whole day, and we got both films blended together into one great one. Yes, you could say that our marriage started out quite unconventional. Our love for each other was so strong though, we managed to not be tempted or stray. We did have great sex when we were able to get together, and at times our friends thought all we ever did was fuck, fuck, fuck. Truth be known, we did do a lot of fucking. We also made love. Lots of love. By the time we were twenty-three years of age we had both graduated college with our four-year degrees. We had three kids when I walked down the isle at my graduation.. It wasn't really planned that way, but we had been making love so often I still think to this day that we just overwhelmed the contraceptive we were using. Yes...we had sex a lot when we could get together. We ended up having three kids back to back, all within the four years we went to college. It was hard on my body, but I recovered my original shape and form after each child. It was also very hard on my schooling. I managed to keep up though. My mom helped a lot that was for sure. John's career flew and he was doing very well by the time our kids got into high school. I had worked off and on through the years, and had a career of my own then too. Our kids went out on their own the year I turned forty-one. The following year I was diagnosed with the first cancer. It devastated me, but it also hit John very hard too. You see, I had always taken care of half of everything around the house, and we had always been so close. Closer than most married couples usually were. People had commented on that fact lots of times in the past. I could see it in John's eyes time to time, especially when we got the word that I was dying and nothing could be done for me. John spent weeks fighting that, taking me to doctor after doctor, clinic after clinic. Finally, I just had to stop him. He had lost reason at some point and in his push to save me, he was driving himself into an early grave. We had a long talk about things, and he finally saw that I was too tired to fight it anymore. I wanted to use what little time I had left just loving my family. That's when I began to worry about John more seriously. He had taken to staying up late some nights, and just staring into the fireplace. I watched him night after night, withdrawing into a shell. I could see in my husbands' eyes, that about the time I died, he was going to too. I couldn't allow that. It was bad enough that I'd never see my grandkids, but there was not one chance in hell I'd let John waste away and die too. I figured that I would need to find him a replacement for me. So I began to think and look around. Have you ever thought about trying to find your spouse a replacement for you? I mean, you love them, and want to be with them forever, but you know you can't. You also know that they need someone. There are so many people out there in the world that are like John, People who need someone in their lives. I saw that I had my work cut out for me. At first I tried some close friends. That was a mistake. Huge. John caught on what I was doing and read me the riot act. In no uncertain terms he told me he loved me and I was the only woman he'd ever love. I knew that from then on I'd have to look elsewhere for a replacement for me. That's when I thought of using an escort. I thought an escort would be higher class and maybe safer for my husband. I had thought about a hooker from 'that' part of town, but one day as I drove past some I realized that John would never buy into any of them having some kind of connection with me. So, I gave up on using a hooker. Then I watched a movie one night and realized that I needed to get an escort or call girl. Someone who was discreet, not so flagrantly open about what they did. Someone who had class and could pull off the acting job that would be required of them. I began to call around while John was at work, and found a couple of places. I interviewed more than a few escorts before finally finding one I thought would be able to work out. Samantha is a very beautiful woman. Far more beautiful than I, and she also has a body to die for too. Of course, she hadn't had three kids and a full life of raising those kids and a husband either...but still, I wanted someone like her in looks at least, for my husband. He deserved only the best. Our interview was interesting in that she was the first one to question my whole idea openly and honestly. I had not gotten to the part about the money with the others as most of them had dismissed me right away. I paid them for the time they had spent and moved on. I'm sure they figured I was 'off' by quite a bit. Samantha on the other hand listened and then asked questions. As we went on I realized that she was probably my best bet. She was thoughtful, respectful, and I could sense a need in her too. She wanted to be loved. I decided to play on that feeling, and rope her into my plan. The more I got to know her the more I knew she was the perfect choice. I also got to thinking that she was going to do this for me, not just for the money as she often threw in my face. Am I nuts? Maybe, maybe not. I love John so much though, and I want to be sure he has a good life after I am gone. So, my plan had been worked out between Samantha and I, and it was running now. In some ways I was excited. After all, I was going to get to choose the woman that would be in my husband's life, for better or worse now. "Honey, I heard from an old college friend today. She's in town and wants to meet up with me." "Oh yeah? That's great Becky. How long is your friend in town for anyway?" "I'm not sure. She's on a buying trip right now, and could be here for a week or more. She really wants to spend some time with me, catch up on old times and all that you know." "Well, you know that she's welcome to stay here with us if she wants. We have three empty bedrooms upstairs and the guest room down here." "Thank you John. You are a wonderful husband, do you know that?" "Oh Becky, I just want...I mean...You need to have your friends close now...I..." "I know John. This is all hard for both of us. I'm worried about you too you big lunk. I worry that you'll just sit around and rust after I...I'm...gone." "You don't worry about that Becky. I'll be okay. I promise." I could see it in his eyes. He was lying through his teeth. I had seen him looking over papers and things, working out who gets what, so I knew he had some plan to end his life shortly after I died. Why else would he be going through the wills that we just had redone two months ago? Why else spend great amounts of time writing things down for the kids? "John, you have to promise me, you will find someone else after I'm...gone." "Becky, no. I don't want to go into conversation again. I'll be fine. I promise." "No, you won't John. I know you. I know what you're planning to do too. You can't fool me. I've been your wife for too long to not see that you are thinking of doing something very, very wrong. You have to promise me on your honor that you will survive and live on after I'm gone. You will find someone else." "Rebecca, I am not interested in anyone else. I have you and you're all I've ever needed." "Yeah? Well I'm about to leave your ass. I'll be gone and you won't have me. You need someone in your life John. You have a lot of years to live yet, and you will have grandkids soon too. I want you to promise me you will try John." "Rebecca..." "DON'T REBECCA ME BUSTER. You WILL find someone else. You WILL or I'll...I'll...I'll come back an haunt you for the rest of your life." "Becky...please." "Promise me John." "Becky...I don't want anyone else." "I know that John. I also know you NEED someone. You NEED someone in your life. PROMISE ME." "Okay...I promise." "Louder...I didn't hear you." "I PROMISE. ALLRIGHT...HAPPY NOW?" "Don't get mad honey. I do love you. I am only looking out for you. I need you to be there for our grandkids one day. I need you to be there for our kids when they need us some day. Can't you see I am worried about you John?" "I know...I'm sorry Becky. It's just that you...leaving like this...it's hard on me. I know that's a selfish thing to say since you're the one that's dying, but..." "John, I know your heart. I know your mind. You're worrying me so much. I want you to be happy after I'm gone. You need to start over and that is never easy, but I want you to. Please? For...me?" "Oh god...Becky...I love you so much...I can't lose you. I don't want you to go." He hugged me tightly to his warm strong body. I hugged him tightly to me too. We had always had each other now we were faced with this...separation. Permanent separation. I was afraid of course, of dying. Nobody alive knows absolutely what's on the other side. I didn't want to die. I wanted to live...but I also knew that the facts were I was dying and nothing would change that for me. In spite of everything I could feel that familiar tingle deep inside. I was getting turned on. I had always been someone that could fire up with just a touch, and John's holding me like he was lit off that fire rather easily. "So...you uh...got a salami in your pocket or are you glad to see me?" "What?" "I need you John." "I'm here for you Becky. I'm always here for you." "JOHN...I NEED you. You know...need?" "Oh...right now?" "Is there any better time?" I started to undo the buttons on his shirt as we talked. He was still trying to come to grips with the sudden change in me, and I could tell that he was reluctant to do anything sexual with me. He had gotten that way thinking I guess, that sex was painful for me or something. It wasn't. Well, not yet. I still had the same old desire...matter of fact my desire seemed to have gone wild lately. Maybe having only so much time left causes one to want to enjoy things more? John had pulled back momentarily, but I kept my grip on his body, and managed to get his shirt completely unbuttoned. He was giving me a strange look, but in my need I ignored it. I wanted him. I wanted his long hard cock in me. I wanted to feel that tingle and all the different things I felt while his hard cock stroked in and out of my body. The more I thought about his cock and how it felt inside me, the more I needed him. He was staring at me now, confused. "John...I know this isn't usual...but I'm so horny. I need you. Please? Please? Don't make me beg John. Please don't make me beg." "But...I might hurt..." "NO YOU WON'T John. I need you, can't you get that? I may be dying, but I still need things like sex you know? Come on John, don't make me beg you. Take what is rightfully yours'. FUCK ME." I saw a fire in his eyes as I yelled at him. I had rarely been so aggressive, and here I was acting completely out of character. Maybe it was due to my plan coming to fruition. Maybe I wanted to be sure that he remembered me afterwards...when Samantha was with him. I don't know. What I did know was I now had a deep burning desire to get fucked by my man. I wanted to feel him in me, and I wanted to taste him and smell him. Most of all, I wanted to be loved by him. John grabbed me up in his arms and strode through our house right to our bedroom. Almost throwing me on our bed he stripped off his clothes. Naked, I could see that he still had a great body. He worked out often, and kept in shape. Taking one of my arms in his hands, he gently began to strip off my clothes. I stood up beside the bed, and with my back to him, he finished removing my bra and panties. Both naked, I could feel the heat from his body as his arms went around mine. His touch was electric. My nipples were standing out hard and begging to be sucked and pinched. John's fingers began to play down my throat to my chest. Soon my nipples had their wish, as both of John's hands were now on my chest, his fingers playing with my nipples. I felt him kissing my neck, his hot lips caressing just below my hairline. I felt a flood of my juices begin to seep out. I hadn't been so horny ever it seemed like. His hands were still on my breasts, cupping them, fingers pinching my nipples, and I moaned. Loudly. "Oh...God...that feels so good John. I need you. Take me." "Wait baby. Wait. I want you to enjoy this as much as I do. I want to take our time." "Yesss...yes...take our time. Oh...God...that feels so good. You're so hot...so warm...I'm...I'm...all wet John. I'm wet wanting you. Feel me...See how wet I am. Feel my need." My words enflamed him. I felt his erection pressing into my back. I also felt my little butthole throb. I wanted him there. It had been a while since we last had anal sex, and I wanted him there tonight. I would get my desire quenched in John tonight. I wiggled my hips slowly, pressing back into his hardness as I did. He was hard as steel, and I could feel his cock throbbing between my ass cheeks too. I turned my head back and up, seeking out his lips. As he kissed me, he took one of his hands and slipped it between my legs. I came just as his fingers splayed over my wet pussy. He held me to his body, steadying me. I heard worry in his voice... "Becky...are you all right?" "Oh baby...I'm more than all right. I just came. I just came at your touch. I want to cum again too. Please John...make me cum all night long." "Your wish is my command Goddess." John laid me on the bed, on my back. He was reaching out for the light when I stopped him. "I want to see you John. I want to see everything about you. Please, leave the light on." "Okay." He began to kiss me all over my face, and then he began to work down my body. Throat, shoulders, across my chest, then onwards. His tongue slipped along my breasts, seeking my nipples, and as he found each one in turn, my gasp told him that he was turning me into Jell-O. He was too. His touch was so perfect, and so expertly done. I was swooning as his fingers slipped between my pussy lips. I felt a thumb pressing against my clit and I came again. Twice already and John had yet to enter my body with his hard cock. My desire was building up and my need seemed to increase with every orgasm I had. I had never been like this before. Why had it taken my dying to bring this out? Why hadn't I felt this long ago? Was it all because of Samantha and my plan? Was that it? John brought me back to him with his kissing. When I realized what he was doing I felt the stirrings of yet another orgasm building. Hot breath caressed my pussy now. I could feel his tongue lapping at my juices. Those juices that were now freely flowing out of my body. Fingers came back to my nipples as his tongue delved into my pussy. His nose brushed my clit, and a shudder coursed through me. He didn't stop, recognizing that shudder for what it was, my orgasmic delight. Rough tongue slipping along my clit and into me, fingers pinching nipples, hot breath on my crotch. I was fast heading for another orgasm. It was burning inside me like a white-hot fire. Taking over my body, my soul. Suddenly, John's lips clamped down on my clit. I hadn't been expecting it, and that pressure along with his fingers on my nipples sent me into orbit. I almost passed out in the intensity of my orgasm, and it consumed me completely. John didn't quit. I couldn't believe it either, but my body was rolling into one orgasm after another. I had never been this way before. The feeling of total nirvana washed over me. I was unaware of when he did it, but all I knew was that at some point John was pumping his cock in and out of my pussy. I was hugging my body to him, almost yelling. "FUCK ME. HARDER. HARDER JOHN. Yessss...fuck me. I love your cock in me. Pump me faster, harder." I couldn't believe that I was saying those things. I had never been so outrageous in my life. I was on fire. For my lover. For my husband. I needed him desperately. His cock was ramming into me, driving me into the bed. I felt the huge orgasm hitting me just as he rammed in deeply and held still. I could feel his hot cum filling me and that was all it took I went off and once again I was in orbit. I actually passed out on that one. "Becky? Becky? Are you all right? Did I hurt you? Becky?" John's voice was there, yet not there. I heard him calling me...yet it all felt like a surreal dream. I could feel the heat of my body settling down from my massive orgasm. I could feel his arms around me, holding me. Opening my eyes was something that was hard for me to do. Suddenly I was so tired. "I'm okay John. Matter of fact I'm better than okay...I'm...wonderful. That has to have been the best orgasm I've ever had...ever. God...it was...I love you so much John. I really do. You have always been such a great lover and friend to me. Thank you." "Oh Becky... I thought I had hurt you. Are you sure you're okay?" "Oh baby...I'm so happy. You really did it for me tonight. I want more. I want to feel that again. I want another one just like the last one. Please?" "Uh...well, you'll have to give me a chance to recharge Becky. It's been a while since I went all night before...I am getting older too you know." "Older...and better. God, what you did to me. I love you John. With all my heart and soul." "I love you too Becky. With all my heart and soul too. I really do." We laid there for a moment, then I decided that I needed to repay my husband for such a marvelous time we had just had. I rolled up and on top of his body, as his eyes took on a sharper look. "What are you doing?" "Repayment dear. I need to repay you for such a wonderful time. It was magic. You...are magic." "You don't have to..." "I know I don't HAVE to. I WANT to John. I really want to." I moved down his body, kissing him, playing with his nipples, then his belly button. As my lips and tongue reached his cock, I could feel his breath quicken. Soft, his cock was average in size. I took it into my mouth, and began to work it deeply in. As I sucked him, I could feel that wonderful cock throbbing to life. I kept my lips around his shaft, and sucked. Once in a while I would pull off and lick him all over, but not for very long. Then I would take him back into my mouth. His size had now gotten larger, his cock hardening. I figured that hard, rock hard, his cock was about eight inches long. I had never been able to take it all in, but tonight, for some strange reason, I decided that he deserved that and much more. I began to work him in deeper and deeper. I heard him telling me I didn't have to do this. "Becky, you don't have to do this. It's all right. I'm too big for you to get all in your mouth anyway." I just ignored him and kept on working at it. Pretty soon I was just a few inches shy of having him all the way in my mouth and down my throat. Suddenly, I felt something in my throat loosen up and as I pushed down, I was able to take all of his cock into my mouth and down my throat. I heard him groan with pleasure as my lips pressed the base of his shaft. His pubic hairs tickled my nose and lips while I held him there. Slowly I backed off, just managing to fight off my gag reflex. Again and again I plunged back down over his shaft, my lips bruising against the base each time. I felt John's hands on my head, pulling me, he was frantically trying to let me know he was about to shoot off. I looked into his eyes and smiled as best I could with his hard cock in between my lips. I hoped that he would see that I wanted him to shoot off. I wanted to taste his cum. I wanted to please him as he had pleased me. I quickly returned to my sucking. "Oh God...Oh God...Becky...I'm about to...I'm about to...I'm cumming...I'm...cummmmiiiinnnnnnng." I felt his shaft throbbing, pulsing, and then the hot splashing of cum deep in my throat. I kept my head down, my lips tight around his shaft. Swallowing as fast as I could, with his cock in my throat was quite difficult, but I managed to do it. I never lost a drop. Not so much as an atom of his cum. I got it all and swallowed it. I held his cock in my mouth afterwards, sucking gently, milking him for every little drop. I found myself savoring every drop of his cum. As I let him slip out of my mouth I moved to lay on top of his body. Snuggling into his chest I kissed him. "Oh Becky...I can't believe you did that. You were...wonderful. Perfect. I'm sorry about cumming in your..." I put my fingers over his lips. "Shush. I wanted you to cum in my mouth. I wanted to do that for you John. You gave me the most wonderful orgasm just a few minutes ago, and I needed to repay you somehow. Besides...for some reason...I really wanted to do that. Taste you I mean. Suck your cock and swallow your cum." "Becky...I've never heard you say that before. It sounds...you sound..." "Slutty? I am you know. I feel so slutty right now. I mean...what do I have to lose now? I'm acting as I want with the person I love most in the world. That is what I want to do, so by God, I'm doing it." Oh Becky... I love you so much. What am I going to do without..." I put my fingers on his lips again. "Not tonight John. Tonight is just you and me and everything is all right in our world. Okay? I just want to enjoy you and have you enjoy me. Please? No talk about...about...that thing. Okay?" "Okay. I do love you though." "I know. NOW...let me finish being a slut before I lose this feeling I have okay?" "My slut?" "Your slut, and your slut alone." "Okay...slut." I felt a shiver up my spine as my husband called me a slut. Imagine that. I had never liked that word at all, yet now I was wanting to hear my husband, no less, call me that. A slut. His slut. His little slut. "Slut is what I am. Your slut. All yours John. What do you want me to do for you sir?" "Come here slut...I have something for you. I want you to sit on this pole and ride it until it goes soft. Can you do that slut? Do you want to do that slut?" "Yes...I do. I'm your slut John...yours alone." I sat up and reaching down found John's cock was hard and ready to go to work. I moved over and placing the head of it at my opening, worked myself down on it. As he filled me full, I moaned. I was already getting hot again. I had never been so responsive in my life. I wasn't sure why, but I loved the feelings I had in me. I rode John's cock for quite some time, and since he had cum so much already, he wasn't cumming anytime soon. I had several climaxes as I fucked my husband, then he suddenly rolled me over. I was underneath him, his cock still deep inside me. I could feel my pussy clinging to his shaft, not wanting to lose him. He pulled out, leaving me with a huge empty feeling. One that I needed filled again...soon. Rolling me over gently, John pulled my ass up until I was in a classic doggy position. I next felt him shoving into my begging pussy. As he did his fingers began to rub my asshole. "Oh yeah baby...do my ass. I love it when you do that. Finger me baby, loosen me up. I need you there tonight too. Oh yeah...mmmmmm." He was working me up to a point that I had just been at earlier in the evening. I was hot all over again and ready to go. John's cock was throbbing inside my pussy, filling me so nicely...yet I wanted more. I wanted to feel his hardness in my ass. Filling me. That tight...oh so tight and full feeling. Moaning, I began to beg him for his cock. "Mmmmm...baby...fuck me there. Right where your fingers are now. Ram your cock in my ass and fuck me. I need you there baby. Come on. Fuck my ass." My words seemed to inflame John more and more. I had never been so vocal before, and I didn't care at the moment why I was. All I wanted was to let loose and let John, my love, my husband know how I felt and what I wanted from him. And I did want him. All of him. I could feel his cock inside my pussy as it spasmed. I was afraid for a moment that he was cumming, but then I realized he was just turned on by my words. I accelerated my vocal begging, wanting him to lose himself in the act. I was pushing our limits tonight, and I had no reason not to. "Come on John. Don't you want my ass? Don't you want your hot...hard cock in my asshole? That tight little asshole? Can't you feel it with your fingers? It really wants you there. It wants your hard cock deep inside it...filling it to the brim. Come on John...take my ass. Fuck me. Fuck my ass." I felt him pull out and then something cool dribbling down between my ass cheeks. Next I could feel the head of his cock against my asshole. That large plum like head pressing in...forcing it's way inside. My hole opened up under the assault, and as I relaxed as best I could, the rest of his shaft slipped in. As his cock filled me I began to feel an orgasm hitting me. I moaned loudly, putting my head on the pillow just under it. Head down and ass up, I orgasmed as John's cock filled my asshole completely. Once he was all the way in, he held still, letting me get used to the large invader back there. Slowly, he began to move in and out. I wasn't in the mood for slow or careful. I wanted my husband to take me. I wanted him to take my ass and make it his. I pushed my body up, head in the air again, and pressed back into him hard. I kept pressing back until I felt his hip up against my ass cheeks. Turning to look into his eyes I cried out. "Don't you want to fuck my ass dear? Come on...take that asshole and fuck it. FUCK ME. Hard. Hard and fast. Fuck my ass John. Take it. Fuck it. Fuck me." I drove him to it at last. His eyes grew fire in them as I pressed back and his thrusts became more forceful and faster too. Pretty soon we were rutting like dogs in heat. His cock was ramming me, and I was loving every inch...every second...every little bit of everything about it. Sweat began to pour off me, and I closed my eyes and took in all the sensations I was experiencing. His hot hard shaft burning through my hole, the head deep inside separating and opening me up. The bumps and ridges on his shaft hitting different spots in ways that I couldn't describe other than delicious. Hips slamming into hips, cock knifing through asshole...it was enough to drive me into another orgasm unlike I'd ever had before tonight. The second huge one of my life. My tits were bouncing all over, and when John's fingers and hands weren't on them that bouncing almost hurt. Energetic doesn't describe how hard we were fucking. It was the hardest I'd ever taken John's cock up my ass ever...and I found I was loving it. He slowed for a bit and I felt more lube being sprayed on his cock and near my asshole. The extra lube seemed to work me up even more, like it was the nastiness of the act we were involved in was magnified with the addition of it. Suddenly I went off. My head hit the pillow, and my orgasm shot through me fully and completely. Passing out the last thing I remembered was John's cock flooding my asshole with hot cum. Waking up later I realized that John still had his cock in me. He was spooned up behind me, hugging me close. I felt wet tears on my neck. I moved to turn around but he stopped me. "I just want to hold you and never forget this night Becky. Please." "I love you John. There will be other nights you know. Just like this one. I seem to have lost my inhibitions or something. I loved what we did and how we did it too. Can I turn around and kiss you?" "Just wait. Please. Please?" "Okay then. I'll wait." I could feel him shaking gently and the wetness continued for a bit. Then, sniffling in spite of himself, he pulled out of my ass. Turning quickly, I hugged him to me and kissed his face. He had been crying. I knew that of course...and I knew why...at least I think I knew why. We held each other for the rest of the night...just being together. His strong arms around me made me feel safe and secure, even though I was dying, bit by bit. I hated it. I hated that cancer and I hated that I was dying. What could I do though? It wasn't like I had a choice in the matter after all. The day that Samantha came over was sunny and bright. She arrived in a rental car (planned) wearing a short dress that was cut to show off her very stunning body (not planned). I had a time remembering that I had asked her to be here and work my husband into loving her. I was jealous. Of her...her body, and her health. I refused to get into the poor me mode, so I shook it off and went out to greet my long lost friend. "Saamaaannnntha...Oh girl...how have you been all this time?" "Beckyyyy...oh wow...it's been...wow...such a long time. How are you doing?" We hugged like long lost friends and I found it to be quite...natural. It was as if we were friends. Like we had known each other for a long time too. "Oh...this is my husband...John. John, this is Samantha, a friend of mine from college." "Pleased to meet you Samantha. Uh...you knew Becky in college huh?" "Oh yeah. We used to hang out together all the time." "Forgive me, but you seem kind of young to have known my wife in college." An awkward silence came over us, then Samantha rose to the occasion quite well. Very well as a matter of fact. "Well, you see John...I am younger than Becky by a few years. My sister was in her class. I was the baby of the family and when I came to visit my sister in school, she put me up with Becky. Becky being married and all, she felt that I would be safe from 'those boys'. Becky and I hung out all the time after that first time. I even used to go on campus just to visit Becky." "Yes, her sister used to like...well...her sister was popular with..." "It's okay Becky. My sister was a slut. She loved to be with lots of boys. She was a slut but she also wanted to be sure I didn't become one too. That's why she made the deal with Becky for me to stay there when I visited her." "Oh, so Becky was like...babysitting you then?" "Actually, I babysat your kids time to time John. Mostly though we just talked. Becky guided me through my late teens and kept me on the straight and narrow." "I see. Well, welcome to our home. You will stay with us right?" His question threw Samantha off for a bit. She hadn't figured that she'd have to stay with us right away. "Oh...I hadn't thought about that really. I mean...it's been a long time and all and I wasn't sure that things would be..." "Oh now...you really need to stay with us Samantha. We insist." I was trying to reassure her without giving away the ranch. "Well, okay. I guess I can go get my things from the hotel room later. Are you sure I won't be a bother?" "Not at all dear. Not at all. John...why don't you go get us something to drink. Soda? Coffee? Anything?" "A nice glass of water would hit the spot right now, thank you." When he had left we both gave a huge sigh of relief. "I never thought about explaining our age differences. Good move on your part Samantha. Good move. You saved us right off the bat." "Yeah...it was close though. I just about lost it right there. That would have sucked wouldn't it have?" "I think we can do this. You are smooth and fast on the foot thinking...with your quick mind and beauty, and my inside information on John, you'll have him eating out of your hand in no time." "It does make me uncomfortable though Becky. I mean...he is your husband and all. I've never in all my life, tried to steal a man away from someone." "You aren't stealing him Samantha, I'm giving him to you. Big difference." "Yeah...but still..." "Here's your water Samantha. Look I have to run girls. I'll be back later honey...need to go into the office for a bit. Business stuff." John had walked up behind us and he'd almost overheard our conversation. It was a close thing. Neither of us had been aware of his presence. We would have to guard against something like this happening in the future. "Love you dear. See you later...we need to go into the doctor's office at four...remember." "Four it is. I'll be here. Love you dear." After he left we talked about our plan and we also began to work out our attack mode too. We had to get John off his balance and not thinking too clearly. This was going to take some time, but I still thought we would pull it off. At least we'd be able to convince him that we had met in college.

The Contract Chapter Five The day of the funeral was a damp and dreary one. Samantha, my three kids and their spouses all stood there to one side of the coffin as the preacher droned on and on. This guy had never taken the time to get to know us, even though we had been members of his 'flock' for years, and now he was expounding on Becky's virtues and how she was going to heaven like he had known us forever. It sort of made me sick inside. I had things on my mind this day too. Becky's lawyer had contacted me immediately after her passing to tell me a very eye-opening story. Deep inside I knew that Becky had meant well, but for her to have bought a hooker for her replacement as my wife was a bit much for me to handle. I hated her lawyer for having spilled the beans too. He had called me up and made arrangements for the meeting then once there, he had talked on and on about Samantha and how she was an escort service girl...a pro, hired by Becky with a life insurance nest egg she had. How Becky had been able to hide that policy from me had me wondering just how much I did know about my late wife. The kids had been there for me, and they all seemed to love Samantha...although I had to wonder too what they would think if they knew the whole story about her. I stood there holding the umbrella over Samantha and I still being the ever faithful and loving man. I was in a turmoil now, and I didn't know quite what to do. In my mind I started to run over all the facts, as I knew them. The most obvious first fact was that Becky, my loving wife, had in fact paid a woman to pretend to love me...in order that I'd not be alone after this day. The second fact was that Becky had paid this woman just over a million dollars to do so...with a contract that spelled out all the details in finite form. The third fact was that Samantha was either a very great actress or she really did have some feelings for me. After all, she was still standing beside me when her part of the deal had been lived up to...almost. The money was to be paid out in four parts, the first quarter the day after tomorrow. Then for the rest of the next year from today she'd get another quarter until all four were paid out. The last fact I had was the hardest for me to deal and cope with. This fact was the breaker for everything. Samantha had become so much a part of my life and of my kid's lives now; she fit in with us all. Not only that...I had fallen in love with her. Me...a faithful husband, loving only one woman in all these years, had fallen for another woman as my wife died. A woman that was or at least had been, a professional...escort. After the service we all went to the house and tons of people came by paying their last respects. I was in the process of getting rather well oiled; drinking scotch like it was water. My oldest son was keeping an eye on me, and once in an while he'd slip up beside Samantha and they would both eye me over quite seriously. I was getting on my lips drunk now and the drunker I got, the more everyone around me would come by and tell me they were headed out...and to take care. It was obvious that they wanted to be far away from me now, since I was more than likely going to have a come apart. I was stressing out, and had nobody I could trust to talk to anymore. Everyone but the kids and Samantha were gone as I stumbled into the back yard to sit on the swing I had built for Becky so long ago. I hurt deep inside and couldn't get around how unfair life had turned out for Becky and me. Totally unfair. Sitting there I realized that I had no suicidal tendencies. I was questioning that when someone slipped in beside me in the swing. "Hey there. You okay?" "Hi Samantha. Just thinking...that's all. Did I ever tell you that I built this swing for Becky about fifteen years ago? I did. My own two hands. The whole thing." "Becky told me about it. How you had started it and then had to change it several times because she was changing her mind all the time on what she wanted. She made it a very funny story." "Becky told you that? This swing was the cause of our worst argument...for a long time. I had gotten angry when she kept changing her mind and almost lit into her hard...but just as I was about to I overheard her telling our daughter, who was three at the time, that daddy was the bestest husband in the whole world because he put up with mommies nonsense on this swing. After that, what could I do but keep on making the changes for her until she was satisfied?" "You are a good man John. Becky really caught a good one when she caught you." "Well, I was luckier. Becky was the catch of a lifetime. One could not ask for a better or more loving wife than she was." I stopped talking, thinking about how Samantha had come to being here, and then having to ask myself if Becky could still fit that all encompassing bill I had just paraded out there. I suppose that in her own way, doing what she had done and how she had done it, was only the best she could do under the circumstances. Now though, I had the problem of figuring out if Samantha and I could be a couple...or if I even wanted to be. Our whole relationship had been started with lies and deceit. Samantha wasn't who she really said she was...well, what she had been, to be fair. Maybe she had changed. Maybe, at the end of things, her and Becky had become true best friends. "Penny for your thoughts." "I was just wondering when you were going to take off. I mean, Becky's gone now...your part in her deal is all over with, so you're free to fly away." Samantha froze up and just stared at me. Then a tear started in one eye, and soon both eyes were running streams of tears. "You know then." A statement. Not a question. She had heard me and accepted it as fact that I knew all about the 'deal'. "Yeah. Becky's lawyer called me the day after her death. He had quite a tale to talk about and he felt I needed to know about all that money that Becky foolishly threw into the hands of a hooker." "I was never a hooker John. I was an escort. There is a difference...even though you may not think so. At first I was in it for the money...but after a while...I was in it for Becky. She was a special lady and I was lucky to have been able to call her a friend." "So...I know this will sound selfish and all, but where exactly does that leave me?" "Oh. I think I see now. You think that all that's happened up to now has been me just playing some kind of part then?" "Yeah...you see, I have a million or so reasons to think that. That's what Becky paid you isn't it? A million dollars...to have me fall in love with you and keep me from dying off?" "At first...but not now." "Oh? What's changed then?" "I...I...really fell in love with you John. Honestly...I did. I even told Becky that a while back. I told her that I had fallen in love with you...and that I was scared that you'd find out about my past and dump me like a hot potato. I was and have been afraid that this particular day would come...as it has." "You love me? You can honestly sit there and tell me that you love me? You're not acting or working on my feelings to keep in my good graces so you get all the money?" "Do you think that's why I'm still here John? Do you? If you think that then I guess that 'we' never did have a chance then did we?" I saw the anger flash across her face as she said that. I had hit a nerve. That surprised me too. "Well, what did you expect?" "I figured that when you found out about the money that you'd come ask me about it...and I could tell you what I had planned for it. Instead, that creepy asshole lawyer double dealt me and went behind my back to spill the beans about it. Of course, he has no way of knowing what I had or did plan for that money either. Becky did since I told her. She was mad at me at first...but she soon came to understand my point. One day this would happen. She saw that I was right in doing what I did...and accepted it." "What did you plan for the money then?" "I won't tell you. Not now. It will keep until the time is right. Whenever you decide what it is you want, and how you are going to deal with this whole thing, I'll let you know about that money. For now all you need to know is that I love you John. I'm not lying and I'm not acting. The money has nothing to do with it and I'm speaking from my heart. I gave my heart over to you several months ago. I...who never have allowed myself that luxury...I fell I in love with you. God that's so fucked up too. I fell in love with a john named John." "So now I'm supposed to believe that you truly love me? Our whole life together is started on lies and mis-directions...by my wife no less, and so now I'm supposed to think that you're telling me the truth?" "I am...damnit. I do love you John. I do. I know that you probably hate me now...knowing what you do about my past and all. I haven't been a 'good' girl at all. I do have feelings though. I have always tried to act honestly with everyone I met. This whole thing with you and Becky...it started out as a business proposition but turned into the real deal more or less." "I wish I could believe that Samantha. I really do. I know that I need to be alone to figure things out now. I want you to leave. Move out. I need the space. Maybe I'll figure out what it is I want and then we can see where we stand. Not right now though. I just don't know who you are now. Everything has changed. By the way...is Samantha really your name?" She was gray in the face, tears falling freely. I had a hard time looking at her, so I just looked off across the yard as I said those hard things. I felt it was the right thing to do...for me...at that time. She sat there for a bit. Then she stood up and turned, walking away. Over her shoulder I heard her say; "Yes. Samantha is my given name. The name my father gave me when I was born. I was named after my mother, who died in childbirth...my childbirth." Samantha walked out at that point. Out of my life and into that limbo land that people can disappear to. I was lost now doubly. I had fallen in love with her, and driven her out of my life. That old fucker lawyer, I really wished he would have kept all his 'important information' to himself as he should have. I had gone from deeply in love with my wife to falling in love with another woman, at my late wife's insistence, to not being sure what the hell was going on in my life anymore. I spent the next month alone. The kids stopped by when they could, all worried about me and asking where Samantha was. One day I had enough and unwound on my daughter. She had come over and was almost pissed off at me for having chased Samantha away. "Yeah? I chased her away you say? Listen up little girl...Samantha isn't the person you think she is. She's not exactly...let's just say that her past kind of stinks a bit. Your mother put her up to some kind of stupid deal and it all fell apart after your mom died." "It wasn't some kind of stupid deal dad. I know all about it...mom told me. Samantha was an escort. Mom hired her to keep you from doing the stupid thing...YOU...doing the STUPID THING. God daddy, sometimes you make me so mad." "You knew?" "Well, DUH...Samantha came and told me a few months ago. She wanted me to know the truth in case anything happened between you two. She was upset because she felt you would find out and cop an attitude about her past...even though mom didn't think so. Mom wasn't thinking straight about anything by then and I went to talk to her. She spilled the whole thing out to me. Dad...can't you see that Samantha loves you? Can't you see that she's the next best thing that ever happened to you nest to mom? Can't you see that you are the luckiest man in the world having a wife that thought so much of you that she went out and found someone for you to love after she was gone? Then you go and fuck it all up. What's the matter with you? Can't you be happy at all anymore? Have you lost your mind?" "Have you lost your mind little girl? Samantha was or is still, a hooker...an escort...a paid pro. She provided 'services' to an unknown number of men. She was paid to put out. You know that and you can be okay with all that? I thought I raised you better than that." "Ohhh...you asshole dad. How dare you demean Samantha's love for you. Or moms for that matter. Did you know that her and mom loved each other like best friends? Did you know that Samantha gave that money away long before mom got real sick? Did you know that Samantha set that money up in a trust fund for us kids and our kids too? She did that because she loved you...you worthless ass." I had never had my daughter so mad at me ever before. She was yelling at me holding nothing back. She was truly angry with me. Sticking up for Samantha. I was beyond reason now. My mind must have been lost a long time ago. The whole world had gone mad. Even my daughter had known about the hooker that was paid to fall in love with me and agreed that it had been a good thing to do? "What? I should be happy that your mom was able to find a hooker for me then? It was never about sex you know. It was about sharing my life with the person I loved. Having your mom be there with me. Sex wasn't what it was about. And where do you get off calling me worthless?" "So you think that Samantha was thinking only of the money and doing you for sex? God you're a stupid man at times dad. Very stupid. For your information, any man that would treat a woman who loved him like you did is a worthless ass." "What did you mean she gave that money up to you kids anyway? The lawyer told me it was sent to her account as ordered on the contract." "Jesus dad...haven't you ever heard of a brokerage account? About having a broker set up a trust account using money from other sources? Haven't you ever heard about other people setting up accounts for people like Samantha did? Daddy, sometimes you are the stupidest man I know. She loves you and you drove her away. You had a second chance at love, and mom helped to set you up with it...and then you go and blow it like this. I can't believe you." "I'll bet your brothers don't think that way." "What? Dad, mom told them after she told me. They accepted it long before I did. It took me a bit before I could accept that Samantha was on the level about things. After I saw that she was, I accepted her fully and without reservation. Why can't you do the same? She loves you...in spite of yourself. You have to go find her dad...you have to." "I won't. I can't and I won't." Nothing settled, my daughter left. Alone I sat and brooded. I thought it strange that my daughter had chosen to call me a worthless asshole...just as someone else had not so long ago. I wondered how that had come about? How had my daughter decided to use just that phrase when calling me a name? I was torn between looking for Samantha and not. I was also thinking about my original plan now too. It would be so much easier to just call it quits. No more pain, suffering, or damnable kids calling me names. That was the last I saw of my daughter for two months. My sons would call once in a while, but my daughter stayed out of my life. It hurt. I was sitting in my dark living room one night, just brooding when the phone rang. "Hello?" "Is this John?" "There's a lot of John's in the world, but I happen to be one...yes." "Do you know Samantha?" "Who is this? What do you want?" I was angry. I wondered just who would call me up this late and want to ask questions like this. I wasn't in the mood to talk about neither Samantha nor my Becky either. I just wanted to be left alone. "I am probably the closest friend Samantha has. I'm worried about her. I know that her troubles all started when she took some kind of deal from your wife...and that after your wife Becky died it all fell apart. I wanted to talk to you about her. Samantha I mean." "Maybe I don't want or need to talk about Samantha." "Maybe you should get your head out of your...I'm sorry. Look, can I come over to your place and talk to you...or can we meet somewhere where we can talk?" "You know where I live?" "Yes. Samantha told me when she first went to live with you guys. She wanted someone to know where she was. Someone she knew she could trust that is." She hadn't come right out and said it, but by the inflection in her voice I knew that she had pointed that last part at me. I guess she thought I was not a trustworthy person. If I hadn't been in such a shitty mood I could have laughed at that. Me, untrustworthy. Me, who hadn't lied to anyone forever...not to be trusted. "Well, you might as well save your breath...I don't care what happens to her now." "God...you are a heartless bastard. I can't see what your Becky ever saw in you. She must have been blind. Very blind. Samantha is a great person, and deserving of far better than the likes of you." "Well, at least you think so." "Yeah? Well your sons and daughter think so too. They've been trying to get in touch with her for days now. She won't return their calls and refuses to talk about anything to do with you or your family to me either." "My sons and daughter were in touch with her?" "Until just lately. I'm worried sick about her and you are the only person I know of that has a chance in hell of being able to talk to her. Look, I know you must hate her for lying to you and everything. You have to remember though, it was your wife that wanted her there...for your own good." "Fine...come over and do your best. I will warn you though, I'm not going to be easy to convince of anything doing with her now." "I'll be there in fifteen minutes." She was there in ten. The pounding on the door woke me out of my trance. I found that I was looking on the mantle over the fireplace at a picture of Becky and I and Samantha in the first days Samantha had come into our lives. I found myself asking why I hadn't tossed that picture out yet? "Come in...I'm sorry, I don't know your name." "Susan. I am the lady that takes care of...um...business for Sam...and a few others." "The madam?" "NO. I am not a madam. I am a business agent. It is all a percentage deal arranged beforehand. I take in the calls for...escorts, and then I put them in touch with the girls...after I've screened them. It is a very high-class operation, and matter of fact, we have strong repeat business, and rarely take on new customers. It makes it safer for all involved." "Screen customers? You really do that?" "Yes. We require STD tests annually from them, in addition to making certain of their backgrounds and attitudes. We don't want people who are into pain or that type of stuff, and we also want to make sure that they aren't messing around on the side with hookers or someone who could get STD's started. I'm very thorough. Your wife, Becky had to talk a blue streak to even get in the door. She was quite secretive about what the deal was entirely, but she told me enough to let me know which girl would possibly be interested in a long-term deal. Since she was looking, I made her go through the testing and everything first." "You really did?" "Damn straight I did. Sam and the other girls are my friends in addition to being my bread and butter. No way will I let them into a situation where they could catch something or get hurt." "How would you have been paid for this long term deal?" "Sam had made arrangements, matter of fact, she paid my percentage a couple of months ago. I'm thinking that she won't get the full money from the deal now though since you kicked her out. I have tried to get her to take it back...the percentage...she refuses. She also refuses to work anymore too. She just sits at home...and mopes around." "She quit working then?" "She had told me that she was in love with a man...and planned on living the rest of her life with him. Then...that rat bastard kicked her out. Right after a funeral." The look she gave me was one of those hard and intimidating ones that some women can pull off quite well. Susan had it down pat. I was actually a bit nervous at that point wondering what she was capable of. "Look, you don't know the whole story obviously." "Yes I do. I got it out of Sam a while back. Your wife, Becky, hired her to have you fall in love with her. Becky was afraid that you were going to do something stupid after she passed, and she wanted to ensure that you lived a happy and full life after she was gone. She had a life insurance policy you didn't know about, and Sam was to get the proceeds of that upon completion of a certain time period. Paid in four even installments. Sam had gotten the first installment the day before the funeral." "So. What do you expect me to do then? I won't go running to her and forgive her. She did it all for the money and I can't believe that she ever truly loved me. Besides, I'm not so sure she'd talk to me now anyway. After the way we parted, I don't think she would have anything good to say to me, if she would see me even." "Why?" "Why what?" Her question seemed off to me. I wasn't sure what she wanted to know. "Why can't you see yourself in love with Sam? She's a great person, beautiful, sexy, loving, and intelligent. She would make the perfect spouse...better half for any man. Why can you bring yourself to love her and accept her as she is? She is honest...no matter what you may think. Ask yourself why Becky chose Sam in the end? Ask yourself why Becky ended up loving Sam like a sister? Sam has great qualities. You...on the other hand..." "It always comes back to me doesn't it? My daughter said the same thing. I've disappointed her it seems. Why dad won't live happily ever after with the prostitute is beyond her too. My sons also as a matter of fact. Seems that everyone in the world that knows me anyway, thinks that I'm an asshole." "If the shoe fits..." "She lied to me." "Your wife lied to you...your wife set up the whole deal. Sam told me she wanted to tell you a million times...even before you two started having sex. Becky talked her out of it every single time." "I should believe the words of a liar?" "I'm not a liar John. Sam told me all about it each time she tried to tell you. She'd come over to my place troubled about it and we'd talk. She is my friend. She was very troubled about the whole idea of how she was brought into your life. Becky told her that she hoped you could forgive her if you ever found out the truth. Obviously, your wife put far more faith in you than was deserved." "Leave my wife out of this." "Your wife is the reason you met Sam to begin with. YOU are the reason she's shacked up like a hermit...I think that she's not eating right...not looking good...matter of fact, if I don't miss my guess, I think she's trying to starve herself to death. Over some worthless ass like you." There it was again. Getting called a worthless ass was getting old to me. I had to ask myself though...was I acting like that? Hearing that she was starving herself to death struck me to the core. Suddenly I realized that if I lost her, I would have nobody left in the world. That thought hit home harder than I liked. It was at that point that I realized that I still loved her. "I see that you didn't argue with me this time." "What?" "You didn't argue that you weren't a worthless asshole. Must have done some thinking so far then huh?" "Where can I find her?" "Why?" "Look lady, you came to me. You wanted me to go to her and talk to her. No you're not going to tell me?" "I'm not so sure I want you to know where she lives now...I'm not sure I want you talking to her. If you have some idea of hurting her more than you already have I won't be a part of it. On the other hand, if you have come to some kind of realization that you do still love her and want to try to fix things between you..." "Where'd you get the idea that I came to some kind of realization the I'd still love her?" "God...men are so stupid at times. It's written all over your face. You've been fighting it ever since you found out...like you can't or shouldn't be in love with an escort. She's a person too. A real, live, blood and spirit woman who can and does love you, in spite of yourself." "Where does she live...please. Look...I have acted...poorly. It's just everything that happened, and how it all happened...hit me hard...too sudden." She looked at me hard for a bit...then reluctantly gave me Samantha's address. "If you hurt her...believe me buster...I know some people who owe me big time...you'll get to the other side in a long and painful way...just so you know. I'm serious about that too." I could see she was. I had a chill go through me as she spoke. She was deadly serious. Of course, I didn't know where this was all going...but I felt I needed to talk to Samantha and try to see where we stood with each other now. If you are asking...yes...I still loved her. In spite of everything, I had found that I couldn't get her out of my mind...or my heart. I had been sleepless night after night dreaming of her. When I wasn't thinking of Becky I was thinking of her. I had been torturing myself for months now. It was time to fix things right. Susan had given me Sam's phone number. As she left she hugged me tight. "You could overcome this worthless asshole stuff you know. I think that once you figure out how to accept Sam you'll do just fine. Just don't hurt her...I meant what I said a bit ago." "I saw that in your eyes. I won't hurt her intentionally. I'm not sure what she'll think of me now though." "Give her time. Go easy and take your time. Be honest above all. Don't hold back on your feelings or how you feel." "You know how I feel then?" "John I told you...it's written all over your face. Face it buddy...you love her...in spite of yourself." Her voice was hesitant on the phone. She sounded tired. "Hello?" "Hi. Its me...John. Don't hang up...please...Samantha...please hold on." Silence. Then, after a bit... "What do you want John?" "Can we get together and talk. You and I?" "What's there to talk about John. You were pretty clear that you wanted me out of your life that day." "Look...I've been wrong...about a lot of stuff. Can we just get together and talk some...please?" "Okay. Let's say we meet at...the park on Fourth Ave. this afternoon at say...three?" "The park on Fourth Avenue. I'll be there at three sharp. Um...where exactly?" "There's a bench by the pond on the North side. Follow the path from the parking lot. You can't miss it." As I drove over to the park that afternoon I wondered what I'd find? Would we be able to fix things or had I tossed it all away now? I found the closer I got to my destination, the more nervous I felt. I was still not sure how much I loved Samantha, or if I could overcome her past and the deceit that had happened. I was angry...a bit at Becky and a bit at Samantha for having messed with me as they had. Even if it had all been for me and to help me...I still had some issues to resolve. Arriving at the park I saw that I was the only car in the lot. It was empty. The day was quite hot of course, but I would have figured that there would have been kids all over the place. Maybe there weren't a lot of kids in this neighborhood. Walking around the park I found the bench I believed to be the one Samantha had told me about. Sitting down, I looked around carefully, not seeing anyone at all. Had she stood me up then? I sat there for about ten minutes and was about to get up and leave when I saw her shadow fall across the bench. I turned to see Samantha...but a different looking Samantha than I had ever seen before. She looked thinner, and pale. Her eyes had large circles around them, and she was dressed like she was afraid of getting cold or something. "Hi." She said nothing. Sitting beside me she just looked off and was silent. "Are you going to talk to me at all Samantha?" Still silence reigned. Frustrated I was about to get up and leave. I had gotten her on time, waited patiently, and then when she had shown up...finally, she refused to talk to me. "Wait. I just need a moment to collect myself. Seeing you...I wasn't prepared as much as I thought I was John." So I sat. Quietly looking at her...or trying to, as she had turned away from me now. I saw her dabbing a hanky to her eyes time to time...obviously trying to gain control over her emotions. I felt real bad now...as if I hadn't before...knowing that I was the cause of her state. A little bit went by...maybe twenty minutes. I had reached out to put my arm around her, but the instant I touched her shoulder with my hand, she stiffened so much I feared that she was about to jump and run. I pulled back my arm and sat a bit stiffly now myself. "So...you wanted to talk then?" "Yes. Are you okay Samantha?" "Fine. I'm fine." "Are you sure?" "Say what you have to say John. Get it over with." I sat there realizing that she must have figured that I was here to make our break final and forever. I felt worse now than I had. I was unsure where this would lead, and I was a bit afraid of how she'd react to me now too. Finally I plunged ahead. "Look, a while back I was harsh towards you. Far harder than I had a right to be. I was hurt...yes...but I should have given you a chance. Instead, I pushed you out of my life. Ever since I've been...tormented. If I'm not thinking about Becky I'm thinking about you. My kids won't come see me any more...my daughter hasn't talked to me in over two months now. I'm miserable. Terribly miserable. I want it to all go away...but I can't fix this by myself. I need you Samantha. I know that now. I love you and need you in my life." Nothing. Her shoulders were shaking, a silent sign of the pain I had rendered her. "I'm not sure what to do Samantha. I love you and I've treated you rottenly. I have no right to ask you back into my life again...even if you wanted to. Everyone is mad at me because of what I did to you. I couldn't see how much you loved me...until it was too late." Still nothing. Her shoulders had stopped shaking at least. Feeling that I may have made some headway at last...I started again. "Samantha...I was wrong to ask you to leave. I was wrong to not trust and believe you when you told me that you did love me. I was wrong to think that you did it only for the money. Becky had shown me in so many ways how much you loved me and I refused to allow myself to believe it. Can you forgive me?" So softly I hardly heard her, she spoke. Never looking at me, just speaking out in the direction she was looking in. "What is it you want John?" "What is it I want? I want you. I want you Samantha. I know I love you...I can't get you out of my mind. I want you to be with me...forever." "And if I don't come to you or feel the same way, what then?" "But...you told me you loved me that day...even after I sent you away...I thought you loved me. Were you acting then? I talked to my daughter, my boys, and Susan...they all claim that you love me. Did you lie to all of them then? Don't you love me? Look me in my eyes and tell me you don't love me Samantha. Look at me!" Turning slowly, so slowly I wasn't sure at first she was turning towards me, she tore her eyes from her hands and brought them to mine. Red rimmed from crying, she was still beautiful as I remembered. Not really healthy as she had been...but still hauntingly beautiful. "I still love you...but you hurt me John. I can't trust that you won't hurt me again, whether in a few minutes or days...I can't take being hurt again. If you're here to just get even by acting like you love me now, and then plan on dumping me in some kind of sick get even agenda...just get up and leave. I'll not come with you that easily, nor will I allow you to hurt me anymore." I saw fire in her eyes as she started to talk. The longer she went, the louder she got. By the end she was almost shouting. I sat there unsure what to say now. We had both been hurt with all the revelations about our whole time together, and we both had demons now too. "I don't want to hurt you Samantha. I came here hoping to fix things between us. Maybe, if you were willing, to try and start over. I was wrong about so many things. I listened to that old damned asshole lawyer instead of my heart. I should have known that Becky wouldn't have picked out someone not fit to be with me. I should have seen that you truly did love me. I should have known that you'd do the right thing by me and for Becky too. I'm ashamed of how I've acted...and I am telling you now...from my heart...I do love you...and I do want you in my life...forever." "I can't come to you like nothing's happened now. I want to believe you John...but so much happened...it's been months...I'm not sure that I should trust you...now." "Could we try a date? Just you and me, out for dinner...maybe?" "I don't know..." "I'm trying Samantha...I really am. I messed up big time...I have no excuse. None at all. All I can do is try to get us back together, and the only thing I can think of is a date. Don't you want to try...at all anymore? Did I shove you away forever then?" "I...I just don't know John. I want to believe you, that you are being honest with me and that you're not playing a game...but all this time and nothing from you...until today. I'm a bit confused." "Susan came over and talked to me last night. She was quite...forceful with me. I can assure you I am not playing a game. I'm serious. Serious as hell." "Susan saw you last night? She talked to you?" "Yeah...she was worried about you...called me up, and then got me to meet with her. She read me the riot act...called me...well it seems that there is one thing everyone agrees on when talking about me anyway...she called me a worthless asshole. Not like I hadn't heard that...a lot lately...but coming from someone I didn't know...and with such an attitude...it got through to me." "Susan called you a worthless asshole? Susan? Wow." "Yeah. She was quite...straightforward with me too. Look, I'm not sure what to say here Samantha. I want us to get past this and move on...I want you in my life. I want to love you and have you with me every night when I get home, or go to bed, or get up in the morning...I want you to share my life with me. I need you. Without Becky and without you...I'm not even half a man." "Susan called you a worthless asshole...man...that's a first." "She threatened me too. Told me that if I hurt you again, that she knew some people who would make my trip to the other side quite long and painful." "She threatened you too?" "Yeah." "So, you think you need me in your life? What if I don't want you in mine anymore?" That struck me like a blow from nowhere. Suddenly I was worried that maybe I was the only one here that wanted to fix things. I didn't know what to say to her now. Finally I decided to be honest...completely honest. "Look, I know that I hurt you badly Samantha. I was hard and...wrong. I want you in my life, and I can't tell you enough about how sorry I truly am, and how much I wish I could take back these last months. I can see that I pushed you too far away now though. I've lost you." I stood up and started to turn away. "For what it's worth...I truly am sorry...and I truly do love you. You know my phone number...where I live and all..." I walked away. She said nothing as I left. The walk back to my car was a long and hard one. I was lost now...far more than I had been too. I realized, too late...that I had lost two people I loved...one by death, and one by my own hand. I was also in danger of losing my kids now too. I wasn't sure where I was headed...but my future looked bleaker than it ever had before in my life. I sat in my car for a long time...idling...hoping against hope that she'd come running up to me and forgive me. That wasn't to be. Sighing, I backed up and drove home. Home to my empty and lonely house. Home to an uncertain future. If Becky had been worried about me committing suicide...at that moment I was closer than I ever had been before. Sitting at home I was lost in thought when the phone rang. It was Susan. "Hey. You all right?" "Not really. I screwed up big time." "You were honest with her...right?" "Yes. I don't think she believed me though. She thinks, or is afraid that I'm playing some kind of sick game on her now." "What did you expect? I told you that it wouldn't be easy. It never is. Give her some time. I think she'll come around." "Hey...wait a minute...how'd you know that we met?" "Sam told me that she was going to the park to meet you today. After she got back home she called me and talked for a bit. It's the first time in ages that she's called me first. That's a good sign. Hang in there bucko. She may come around yet." "I doubt it...but thanks for calling just the same." "Just don't give up yet John. Trust me." "Yeah...okay." I hung up, not believing Susan at all. The look and the way Samantha's voice had carried that last question to me haunted me deeply. I could tell that I had destroyed any chances of fixing things now. I would be better off...dead. I had nothing. Nothing at all. My kids hated me...Samantha hated me...I...hated me. I hated what I had become...what I had done to those I supposedly loved...I hated my life. The next day I went into work and put in my retirement. The paperwork took a lot less time than I figured it would, and by that afternoon, I was pretty much on the way out the door...forever. I drove home, planning the next days and what needed to taken care of. I had to make some money and financial moves over the next week or so, and I wanted to make sure that I did them right. I had made up my mind that moving away would do me some good. My home...my house held too many memories of times that had been full of laughter, fun, and sunny days. Now, sitting in any room there just made me miserable. It was time for me to make a change. Work had been stunned by my move to retire. Of course, I didn't give them much notice...and I was pressing everything and everyone to get it done as soon as I could. I wanted to be free of any kind of entanglements now. I needed to be able to do what I needed to do without something like a job or work hanging over my head. Now that my mind was made up and I had a plan, I actually began to feel a bit lighthearted. Well...more cheerful anyway. I had a plan, and my life was soon to be fixed as well as I could fix it. I could clearly see my path for the first time in a long time. Right or wrong, I had made a choice.

Sarah and Ben Chapter one I had graduated from college four years ago and was just now getting into the place I wanted to be in life. My wife and I had been married for six years and I still felt like a newlywed when I got home at night. My name is Ben. Money had been tight while in school, and I was now becoming able to get Sarah some of the better things life had to offer. She wasn't big on material things like I was. She just wanted a nice home and a car. Anything else didn't matter to her. Sarah didn't have to work now like she had to while I was going to school. Her having to work to support us while I was in classes had bothered me. She had been supportive of me in any case and I knew that she loved me without a doubt. Our sex life was nice, and I didn't think anything was wrong in that area. Sarah had a healthy sexual drive and I loved her for it. She liked to fuck vaginally only, even though we had tried a bit of anal. Her anal experience hadn't done anything for her except cause her pain, and so we had not done it since. I may have been to blame for the pain, since I did not know that we should have used lubricant and I should have been gentler than I was. I had been too excited by the act and pushed to hard, to fast. Sarah would give me a blowjob, but I had never came in her mouth. She would stop just before I came and then either put me in her pussy or jerk me off into her hand. I didn't mind, and since we had both been virgins when we married neither of us really knew any better. Sarah had some friends she liked to go shopping with time to time and I would stay home and veg out while they went out shopping. Sarah would usually get some clothes, once in a while a sexy nightie or underwear. She kept in shape by going out to a ladies gym everyday. Her body was hard, toned and she had a magnificent figure. Her breasts were large on her frame, being D-cups. Her butt was just about the most perfect shape I had ever seen. It was like one of those 'bubble-butts' you hear about but rarely see. Sarah kept her pussy trimmed nice and close, with a pretty full 'beard'. Her pubes were cut short, about 1/4" long and just shaved enough so she could wear her full-type bikinis. Sarah didn't like thong or string bikini's thinking that only a slut would wear them. One of Sarah's best features was her long blonde hair. I was enthralled with it. It would shine and glow at any time. I always loved to see her walking in a breeze. She would look like an angel as her hair billowed out around her head. Sarah had a friend named June. June was a slender big-chested lady who loved to flirt and always made comments to me about me trying to get me all embarrassed. June worked as a waitress in a lounge. She did pretty well for herself and I often wondered how much she got paid. She seemed to always have money and had even treated Sarah to some expensive dinners. Neither of us knew where June worked. June was always close-mouthed about her job, other than some of the funny things that she saw while at work. I never had really cared to find out much more than I already knew. June had talked Sarah into going out for a few on several occasions. I had encouraged that because I would benefit on her return. You know, the slightly drunk wife, horny and loose. All ready to party in bed with her man. I loved those nights most of all. One day June mentioned that her boss was looking for some help. It seems a few girls had moved on to other jobs and they were short handed. June had been working on Sarah to go to work with her. She thought that Sarah would enjoy having some of her own money to 'play' with. Sarah mentioned it to me one night and I told her if she wanted to it was ok with me. I reminded her that we didn't need the money while at the same time giving her the option to do it if she wanted too. Sarah thought it over for a few days then decided to go ahead and apply for a job. Her interview went very well and June was excited when she saw that Sarah was going to go to work with her. Sarah was pretty quiet about her job and I didn't press her for details to far. She was a bit uncomfortable with the whole bar thing but overall was looking forward to her first night on the job. When I saw her dressed for her first night at work I about shit. She had on a very sort black leather skirt and a leather halter-top. The halter-top was very skimpy in material and I could see quite a bit of the sides and tops of her breasts. The leather was soft and so thin that I could see the outline of her nipples. Her outfit was topped off with fishnet stockings, garter, garter-belt, and spike high heels. All in black of course. She looked like a prostitute. I started to question her but she didn't have time to argue, just telling me that this was her uniform and she would be all right. When she got home I was up and waiting to talk to her. I had severe doubts about my wife working at this bar dressed like she was supposed to be in her uniform. She came in and seemed happy. Her mood was so good I had a hard time even bringing up her outfit. She came right up to me and attacked me as I stood in the middle of the living room. Her arms went around me and she planted her lips right on mine. Her tongue was insistently driving into my mouth. She raised one of her legs and wrapped it around my body, pulling me in close to her. I was stunned by her actions. I had never seen her so hot and bothered before. She pushed me down onto the couch after our kiss and proceeded to undress me. She then stripped off her clothes standing in front of me in the light. (Another first by the way, usually she preferred the dark to make love.) She left on her garters, stockings and high heels. I was excited like never before. She looked so beautiful and so sexy as she stood before me letting me see her womanly charms so sexily on display. She then moved up between my legs and sucked on my cock for a minute. About the time I started to get close to cumming she moved up on me and put my cock into her pussy. She plunged up and down on me as she fucked me like never before. I couldn't believe that this was Sarah, my prim and proper wife acting so slutty. Her actions were one of a very horny lady. I laid back and let her pump up and down on me and just took in a very rare sight. Her breasts were bouncing and I couldn't get enough of the fact that I was actually seeing them in the light. I had so rarely seen them in the light of day or by other light that I couldn't tell you much about the details of them. I saw that she had a little mole on her left breast, just under her nipple about two inches. I saw that there was hardly any sag at all to them. I saw that her nipples were almost purple and hard, sticking out about an inch. I was also able to see her flat smooth stomach, her cute belly button, (an inny) and even her well-manicured bush. I could see where my cock was going into her and how the lips of her pussy wrapped around it and seemingly pulled it into her depths. My mind was in mass confused overdrive. I forgot all about my worries on her uniform, I forgot about my worries about where she was working, I forgot about everything as she fucked me royally. When we were done I just held her and once in a while I would push her away and just gaze at her body. She was a bit embarrassed but let me ogle her all I wanted to. "What brought this all on?" "Well, wearing this uniform and all the attention it brought me got me hotter than hell. I was so horny by the time I got off I literally ran to the car and actually broke the speed limit to get home and fuck your eyeballs out Ben." "You got worked up waiting on men? Did they paw at you, what?" "Oh they all were perfect gentlemen as far as touching went. I wasn't grabbed or felt up too much; the bouncers keep the men at bay pretty well. However, they all had very naughty things to say to me that eventually got me so horny I could hardly stand it." "I don't know if I like that idea of them hitting on you Sarah. You are my wife and all, and I don't want you to get into trouble or something to come between us. I love you too much to risk losing you baby." "Ben, you know that I only love you sweetie. I would never do anything that would cause you to stop loving me. I really like this job though. I haven't been so hot ever." "Well, I guess, as long as you bring it home to me to be satisfied, ok." "You bet ok. I am going to keep working there for at least the foreseeable future. I made about seventy dollars in tips tonight and it was a Monday. Monday's, Tuesday's and Wednesday's are slow nights." "Seventy dollars? Shit, get me a job there." "I don't think that the men in the club would tip you honey, sorry. You don't have what it takes to get tips from them." "Yeah, probably a good thing too. I am, after all, a lesbian. I like girls. Not boys." "Oh you silly man. You can't be a lesbian. Maybe a lesbian trapped in a man's body. Just think what I will get in tips on Thursday's, Fridays, and Saturdays? God, I'll be rich." "You're going to be working six days a week?" "Oh no! Mr. Stevens, that's the boss, wants me to work Tuesday's through Saturdays, nights. He thinks that I will bring in business for the bar with my looks and all." "I'll have to agree with him there. Your looks coupled with that uniform should have most of the men in the city there every night you work baby. Just remember that you are married please." "Oh Ben. I'll remember that you are my husband always. I love you so much. Thank you for letting me work there. Come on, let's go to bed and fuck some more. I'M STILL HORNY." I was torn between jealousy and pride. I was very proud of my wife's good looks and how she got men's attention. I was jealous that I wouldn't be seeing her all the time and other strange men would be. I was so happy for her though. I kept my fears to myself and went with the flow. Besides I was already benefiting from her job due to her horniness. Sarah worked at her new job and our sex life shot up. I found that she would come home and be so hot and horny I would have my hands full taming her back down. On the first weekend she came home a bit later, due to the bar staying open longer. It was a Friday night and I was in bed asleep. I got woke up with Sarah giving me a world-class blowjob. I couldn't believe that it wasn't a dream. As I woke up I realized that the bedroom light was on. Sarah had my cock in her mouth and she was completely naked. Her nipples were distended and hard. Her sucking was feverish and she was almost crying with need. I was a bit stunned at the next thing I noticed. Her nicely trimmed and manicured bush was gone. She had shaved herself bald. I loved the look on her as it showed the lips of her pussy. I had always thought that she had beautiful pussy lips. This was a secret dream of mine come true. When she slipped her hot tight and wet pussy down over my hard cock I discovered that I loved the feeling of her pussy being so silky smooth. She fucked me for a bit then orgasmed in one long huge shuddering climax. As she wound down, I moved down on her and began to lick and suck on her pussy. This was something that I rarely did. She usually would push me away. I don't think she found pussy eating to be all that sexy. Tonight however, I had my head pulled hard into her wet pussy. I ate her and licked her clit in light circular motions. The faster and lighter I moved my tongue around that more she moaned. Soon she was shaking in another orgasm. For the first time I had eaten my wife to an orgasm. I was so into the moment that I had forgotten that I had cum in her just a few minutes before. By the time that I realized what I had done, well, I discovered that I kind of liked it. It didn't taste so bad or anything and it had really turned Sarah on. Afterwards, as I moved up to hug her she kissed me. Her tongue was inside my mouth and I could see her eyes flash, as she tasted herself in my mouth. I also had a bit of my cum in my mouth too, and I knew that she could taste that in addition to her own juices. She broke our kiss and looked into my eyes. I saw something in her eyes that was what I took to be a look of indecision. I kept eye contact with her for a bit then she broke it off. Her hands were busy on my soft cock and I could tell she wanted more yet tonight. "Why did you shave yourself honey?" "Oh, that was because of one of the new uniforms Mr. Stevens bought for us to wear. It has a real narrow cut bottom piece and when I tried it on June mentioned that she could see my pussy hair sticking out all over. She shaved me, and I guess before I knew what was happening, she had me all bald down there. Sorry Ben." "Oh don't be sorry Sarah. I love it. It looks great. It feels great; I wish that you had done this a long time ago. I really love it. Can I take a close-up look of it honey?" "Oh YOU. Yeah, I guess." Sarah lay back and I moved down between her legs. I couldn't get over how much she had changed for the better since taking her new job. I was in our bed, with the light on looking at her freshly shaven pussy. I saw that her lips were just as I had always imagined they would be. I loved being able to see them in the light without any hair in the way. I took her legs in my hands and spread them open, then pulled them up into the air. Her pussy was gaping a bit and looked so sexy. I could see our combined juices around her lips and a bit of white cum at the bottom of her opening. I couldn't resist and soon I had my head back down there licking and sucking on her bare, smooth pussy. I brought her up and over into another orgasm. Her hands were pulling me so tightly into her pussy that I couldn't catch my breath. Afterwards Sarah held me and stroked my head with her hands in a loving fashion. I could tell that there was something on her mind. I finally asked her to tell me what was bothering her. "Oh it's nothing really. I was just wondering...never mind...you would think that I am such a slut. It was nothing really. Forget about it Ben." "No, come on Sarah, I love you and want to see you happy honey. Please tell me what is on your mind?" "Well...I was wondering what you thought of the taste of our combined cum while you ate me out. What did you think?" Her question surprised me for a moment and I was at a loss for words. I regained my tongue and before she chickened out on this subject gave her my answer. "Well, it was different at first. I wasn't sure if I should like it or not. I finally decided that I did like it. It was sexy to be able to eat you out, bringing you to an orgasm, and have you cum in my mouth. I loved having my tongue in your pussy as it clasped and pulled on it during your orgasm. It was sexy and great." "Really? Then what would you say if I told you I would like to try to have you...you know...in my mouth?" "Are you saying that you want me to cum in your mouth too?" "Well, I don't want you to think that I am a slut or a whore, but I would like to try it to see if I liked it. It's just the way you looked as you ate me. I can't get over how you looked like you really loved what you were doing to me." "Oh baby, I did love what I was doing to you. I love this bald pussy, your new openness, the idea of doing it in the light, everything. It is all great. I love you so much Sarah. I really do you know." 'I LOVE YOU TOO Ben, that is why I want to try to suck you all the way off and have you shoot into my mouth. If you liked it so much it must be something to try. I want to try it. Right now." With those words in my ears, my formerly prim wife moved down and began to give me a blowjob like I have never had before. Her tongue swirled and caressed my shaft as her head bobbed up and down on me. I suddenly realized that she was taking in more of me on each down stroke. She had always before stopped at about three inches or so. Now she was taking in about four, then five inches of my seven-inch cock. I was in heaven. Here I was getting a great blowjob from my wife. A blowjob that was going to go on until I came in her mouth. She was going down farther on my cock than she ever had before. He tongue was actively seeking out new areas to lick on my shaft, and I was going to cum in real short order. Soon I felt it building up in my balls. I motioned to Sarah that I was close. I thought that I would give her a chance to pull away if she had changed her mind. She didn't. She redoubled her efforts and really began to bob her head up and down. Suddenly I felt her throat open up and the head of my cock fell through. I was buried in her throat, my pubic mound up against her lips. She had taken all of me into her mouth, down her throat. I was stunned and so turned on. I couldn't help myself and began to shoot off. Sarah kept her mouth on my cock, pulling up until just the head of it was in her mouth. I unloaded my cum into her hot wet mouth and she took it all. I collapsed afterwards, in stunned disbelief of what she had just done for me. "UM-M-M-M, this isn't so bad of a taste. In fact...I kind of like it. It tastes pretty good. Man, I wished that I had done this long ago. You taste great Ben. I think that I like the taste of cum." "What brought on this change Sarah? What's going on at your job that is changing you so much?" "Ben, I think that it is all the men and their comments to me. Some of them are so crude, but all of the men say them to me from time to time. June is part of it also. June and a couple of the other girls that I work with. They are always talking about how they love to have a man shoot off in their mouths." "What do the men say to you? I don't know if I want you working around some crude construction workers who are always going to be hitting on you. I don't think that I really like that whole idea." "Oh Ben, don't worry. I can take care of myself. Besides, it has been good for us in bed don't you think? I mean, listening to them and talking to June and my work buddies has gotten me to try other things in bed with you. Everything that they have told me is true too." "Oh yeah? Like what?" "June told me that guys like to see their women in the light especially if their woman is as good-looking as me. She also told me that my shaved pussy would drive you wild. One of the other girls said some things that made me want to try to taste your cum. Finally, I overheard some of the customers talking about blowjobs and how they love to have a girl deep throat them during the act of gong down on them." "But where did you get...well, when did you get so good at deep throat? You have never done that to me before. How did you get so good at it Sarah? Your not..." "No, I am not cheating on you Ben. June and the other girls have been showing me and then I have been practicing on banana's and cucumbers. They have been very helpful in that regard." "What do you mean showing you? You don't actually watch them go down on men do you?" "No silly. They have shown me on bananas and cucumbers. Geez, they aren't sluts either. No matter what you may think." "I didn't say they were sluts Sarah. I just have been at a loss for this new you. I love it, but it scares me at the same time. Where will we end up?" "Fucked out in bed goofball. All fucked out in bed together." Sarah had never used four-letter words before now, here she was saying fucked like it was common for her to talk trash like this. I was stunned at this development too. I didn't let it show to her though because secretly I loved this new and opened up Sarah. From then on blowjobs to completion, eating pussy, sex in the daylight or in well-lit rooms was normal for us. Sarah became more and more open to trying other things as well. Anal was still off limits, but with all of the other things we were doing, it didn't really matter to me. Sarah hadn't been working the closing shift as of yet. June and some of the other girls did and Sarah had mentioned how much more tips they got in the last hours of the bar being open. She also said that June made quite a bit doing private parties too. Sarah finally came out and asked me if she could do the closing shifts and maybe some private parties. I was a bit unsure about the private parties, because I could remember hearing from June that some of them could get quite wild, but Sarah was very convincing and I wanted her to be happy so I relented. After a few weeks of her new shifts, we were having sex daily still, but now I was getting woken up in the morning, before I had to go to work. I would drag ass all day long and go home to an empty house, or sometimes we would grab a small bit of time before she had to go to work. I was missing our time together much more than I would let on to her. All this time I had never been to where she worked. I wasn't even sure as to where the place was. Slowly things began to change. At first it was little things, like her getting home and being too tired for sex in the morning like we had been having. She would put on her flannel nightgown and just curl up in bed and go to sleep. Then more things started to go on that I couldn't get an answer for, nor explain. She 'had' to do more private parties suddenly. Then some of the parties were scheduled on weekdays and weekends during the day, and she would still have to work that night. That meant that I wasn't seeing her at all on my days off. One day I got fed up with it all and we got into an argument. I was tired of being by myself on weekends, and our sex life had gone down the tubes. The quality was still there, but the quantity had dropped until we were hardly having sex more than once or twice a month. "Sarah, what the hell is going on at your job? Are you having an affair? What? Christ, our sex life is in the tubes and I hardly ever see you anymore. Something has to give here or we are going to be in divorce court real soon. I love you and I don't want to lose you, but enough is enough." Sarah broke down and started to cry. This was the first Sunday in a long time that she hadn't had to work a party or a shift. We had been out together and she had been standoffish to me as far as sex went. Frustrated I blew up in the car on the way home from the beach. She had a lost look on her face and even though it tore me up I kept on hammering at her. "I can't control the shifts at work Ben, and the parties are a large part of them now. I have to work when I am needed. Just like you have to work when your boss needs you. Can't you just forget it? It will be ok. Look, I am feeling horny I'd like to give you a blowjob. Why don't you pull over and I will get you off baby." "Don't change the subject Sarah. You don't need to work. I make enough so that you don't have to work. Why don't you quit your job and then we can readjust to being a couple again. I feel like we are just dating for Christ's sake. We are definitely not acting like most married couples. We hardly ever see each other. Our sex life is almost non-existent. We are headed for divorce here honey." " Ben, I can't quit now. They all are depending on me to be there working. I have responsibilities and must fulfill them as best I can." "Your job means more to you than I do? You are willing to throw our marriage away for your stinking job? I thought I knew you better than that. I guess I was wrong about a lot of things." "Oh Ben, I love you more than anything honey. I want to stay married. I don't want a divorce. Please give me some time to get this all straightened out. I will get us back to where we were. I just need some time. Bob is short-handed right now and as soon as he gets some more help I will change me shifts. I just have to keep helping out at the parties." "Would you listen to yourself Sarah? You are living for your job and those parties more than you are for our marriage. I guess I am not important enough for you now. I didn't really like this whole job thing and now I know why. I have lost my wife to a FUCKIN JOB." Sarah broke down into tears and sobbing and the drive home was her sobbing and I stewing. The rest of the day went much like the drive. I didn't talk to her and actually avoided her as much as possible. I could hear her crying at different times and I was to the point of going to her when June arrived. June rang the doorbell and as I answered it she swept into the room. She came right up to me and gave me a big hug and kissed me on my cheek. I could feel her breasts crushing into my chest as she hugged me. She was wearing a one-piece short dress made of a silk type fabric. It was slinky and showed her body off totally. It was almost like she was naked in front of me. I could even tell she was not wearing any underwear either. "Where is Sarah? She called. I need to talk to her, ok?" "She is in the bedroom June. It's right in there." I pointed, but she was already walking in since she really knew where everything was in our home. I was a bit miffed because Sarah had felt she had to call a friend instead of talking it out with me. I had always been her closest friend in the past and suddenly I felt left out in the cold. I was hanging around trying to listen in on their conversation when June came out and caught me at the door. "Uh, it is your house and all Ben, but why don't you take a powder. You know, go take a drive or something. Get out of the house for a bit and let us girls talk. OK?" "Hey, why doesn't Sarah talk to me instead of you. After all I am her husband and this is, or should be, between us only. NO offense." "None taken. You are right she is your wife and this should be just between you two. She called me though and I came as a friend. She wants to talk to me about all of this since I have been there before." "Well, I just don't want this to end up in divorce court ok? I love Sarah and I don't think that I could live without her. I just want my wife back. That's all, just my wife back home with me every night and on weekends." "Ok, I'll tell her that. You just take your walk or drive and come back in a couple of hours ok?" "Yeah. Fine." I hoped that Sarah had heard my pleas. I really wanted her to quit her job and be home for me. Not because of some male dominant bullshit thing either. I wanted to be with my partner in life as much as possible. I wanted to see her more than once a week for a couple of hours. Her job was driving us apart rapidly; I felt that she didn't see it for whatever reason. I drove around for a while then headed home. June was still there and as I walked in she came up to me and told me to sit down in the kitchen. We were all going to have a talk. "WE are going to talk? Why not just Sarah and I? I don't feel right about you being here. You might gang up on me simply because you are Sarah's friend." "Ben, please, let June stay, we won't gang up on you. I promise. It's just that I have some things to bring out that you probably will not like to hear." "All right. FINE. Lets talk now shall we?" "OK Ben, you love Sarah quite a bit don't you?" "Yes, I do June. More than you could possibly imagine. She is my life, what I live for." "Good. She loves you too, at least as much as you love her. Probably more than you will ever know." "Yeah, well now you know that we love each other a lot." "Yes, I have always known that Ben. YOU have never let me forget how much you love your wife. I have hit on you and you have ignored me, or flat turned me down because you are in love with your wife, Sarah." "What the hell are you talking about? You have never hit on me, nor have I ever had to turn you down because you have never made an offer. What the hell is going on here?" "Ben, I have hit on you and you did ignore me. Numerous times. I also made a move on you last New Years Eve. You turned away from me and went looking for Sarah. Remember?" "We were drunk, and all you wanted was a kiss under that mistletoe. Of course I turned away. I wanted to kiss my wife." "Is that true Ben? You have ignored her hitting on you?" "Ok, all right, yes she hit on me but since she was one of your friends I said nothing to you and I did ignore her. I love you Sarah. You are all I could want in a woman." "Oh GOD. I have been so wrong all this time." "Sarah, what in the hell are you talking about now?" I was getting very confused now. This was not at all what I had been expecting to be talking about and I was at a loss as to what the hell was going on for sure now. June had a look of sorrow and a certain something else that I couldn't identify. I had seen that look before and it had made me nervous at the time back then. Now, that look combined with our conversation, I was getting deeply afraid of how the rest of this talk was going to go. "I...thought that...well...I thought that you were having an affair. I am so sorry Ben. I never knew any of this before. June told me but I didn't believe her at the time, now I am sure that she and you were and are telling the truth." "You thought I was cheating on you? When and most of all, why? Why would I have wanted to cheat on you Sarah? You have been sexually doing things that I have dreamed about for years. Our sex life was getting better and better. Recently it had gone bad, but that was because you were working, right?" "Well, yes and no. I thought you were cheating on me and so I volunteered to work more parties and the different shifts because I was so mad at you. I acted like a child. I should have come to you and got it out in the open, but I was afraid. Then there was the party on that Wednesday. The bachelor party that I really cut loose. I blew it on that day." "What do you mean cut loose? What have you done Sarah?" "Oh GOD Ben, I am so sorry about this. I...well...I performed at the party. I performed and things got way out of hand. Some of the girls dance and...strip..." "NO. YOU DIDN'T STRIP? Please tell me you didn't strip for a bunch of men at a party. SARAH, oh god. No." "Yes, I stripped and entertained them. All." "Entertained? What do you mean entertained?" "FUCKED. I fucked them all Ben. I thought you had been cheating with Wendy from next door and I decided to get even. I was mad and hurt. I went to the party to dance only. They talked and begged and finally I said that I would give the groom a blowjob. After I got into the blowjob I was so turned on I let them have me however they wanted. They took me two and three at a time. I was there for six hours servicing all fifteen men. They paid me fifteen hundred dollars at the end of the party and I came home and showered and then...then I felt used and cheap. My doing that hadn't changed anything." "Oh GOD SARAH. Fifteen men? Three at a time? How did you do three at a time?" "I let them have me anally Ben. They took my anal virginity. I think that all of them had me there and I am sure I had all of them at least three times each. With no protection either. I had cum running out of me all the way home and in the shower. I am so sorry about this Ben." The wind had been taken out of my sail with this confession. June stood by with her arms around Sarah as she cried into her hands. Her tears were cascading off of her cheeks onto the tabletop making small puddles of water. I sat there shocked at the news of my wife's infidelity. I could picture in my mind her dancing and even some of what followed without having even seen the men. I was not feeling anything except I noticed that I had a swelling in my pants. I had gotten turned on thinking about my wife being in a gangbang at a party where she had stripped too. What was wrong with me? How could this turn me on anyway? I didn't say anything at all while Sarah kept crying. June however looked over at me and I saw a slight smile on her face. "It turned you on." "NO." "Yes it did. It turned you on thinking about Sarah stripping and then fucking all of those men. You liked it." "NO. I'm just...it's because...Sarah...well...maybe a little bit. But that is just because I haven't had sex with my wife for so long. DAMNIT SARAH, HOW COULD YOU THINK I WOULD CHEAT ON YOU WITH THAT COW NEXT DOOR?" "She's not a cow Ben. She has a great body. She has made eyes at you before." "Sarah, even June couldn't get me into her arms, why in the fuck would you think that what's her name could even have had a chance to begin with? Christ, I LOVE YOU." "I hadn't been home for you, she lived next door, I imagined you in her arms and it went from there. I really thought you had been cheating Ben." "You thought I had been cheating? Or is it you wanted an excuse to have some strange cock? Your sexuality has gone way up since you took this job and I think you decided to play around a bit. Then you felt guilty for cheating on me. You also knew that I might feel a difference in your pussy as we fucked too. DIDN'T YOU?" NO! I DIDN'T. I NEVER." Sarah broke down crying and June glared at me hard. I just glared back. What would you do? You find out that your wife had entertained at a party and fucked fifteen men for money? I was hurt. I was furious. I was also so turned on because of the images in my mind. I had had a fantasy of sharing Sarah with other men. I had thought about her fucking one or two men as I watched. I had, God help me, desired to have her fuck several men in front of me as I filmed it. Now it had happened, but not how I had thought it would. She had cheated on me. She had lied to me. She had done this behind my back, under a flimsy excuse of me having cheated on her. I thought that our marriage had been strong and evenly matched. I thought that with the love we had for each other we would never have a problem especially like this. Now I had found out in the space of a few minutes that not only was I wrong, I was dead wrong about a lot of things in our marriage. "What do we do now Sarah? Do you want a divorce? Have you hated me so much in the last month or two? How can we, or how do we fix this?" Sarah jumped up and ran into the bedroom. June stepped around the chair Sarah had been sitting in and put a hand on my chest, forcing me to sit back down where I was. "Let me go talk to her. YOU SIT. I will come out in a bit and talk to you. You wait right here until then. OK?" "I guess. June? Tell her...tell Sarah...tell her I love her still. I really do." June put a hand on my cheek and smiled a sad smile. She had a tear in her eye and as she wiped it away she turned and walked away. I sat numbly in the kitchen, waiting for what turned into three hours. June eventually came out. "Ben. Did you mean what you said a bit ago? About loving Sarah still? Do you still love her, and most importantly, do you still want her after this?" "June, I am sure. I still love her and I still want her too." "Ok. We have to figure out a way for you to get even with her for fucking all those men. Have any ideas?" "NO. I don't want to get even with her. I just want to love her and her to love me like before. I don't need to get even at all." "Oh silly, silly Ben. Of course you have to get even with Sarah for fucking all those men. If you don't, every time you two have a disagreement, you will bring that up and then she will feel lower and lower until you are able to walk all over her. That wouldn't be a marriage, that would be slavery, with you being the master." "What are you talking about? I think you need to re-think that thought for sure. Two wrongs do not make a right June and you know that." "Fifteen men Ben. She fucked fifteen men. She let them have her anal virginity. YOU HAVE NEVER FUCKED HER THERE. There are fifteen men out there who have though. Fifteen men who got blowjobs, fucked your wife's tight little pussy, and then they fucked your wife's very tight virgin asshole too. She usually had three at a time. Sarah acted like and was a slut. She took on all those men in one afternoon of debauchery." I was speechless. June had graphically brought to my mind what I had been spending the last hours trying to put out of it. I was thinking about all those men and realized that June's little reminder had gotten me hard again. "Something else you should know Ben. She not only did it, she was filmed and had still pictures taken while she did it." "WHAT?" "Ben, I was there as support. I filmed it all on videos and took pictures for various men. They paid well for the stills. The movie is in Sarah's possession. I still have some of the pictures too. Here, have a look." June reached into her purse and brought out a packet of pictures and handed them to me. I sat back and took a deep breath, calming my shot to shit nerves for what was to come next. I opened the packet and the first picture fell out onto the table. Sarah, naked, in front of a bunch of men. She was on her knees giving a stranger a blowjob. His cock was fully in her mouth and I could see her nose pressing into his belly. The next picture showed her taking his cum into her mouth as she held his cock in front of her mouth. I could see his white seed on her tongue and running down her chin. The next picture showed her getting two cocks in her at once. One was in her ass and one in her pussy. The fourth picture showed her with two more cocks in her ass and pussy, different ones, and the cock that had been in her ass was now in her mouth. The rest were different variations of what I had already seen. I was cold. I was numb. I was still hotter than hell, especially seeing it in front of me like this. There was my wife fucking strangers in full color pictures. My wife getting gang-fucked and she looked like she loved every minute of it too. I sat there alone. June had dumped the pictures in front of me and left to talk to Sarah. I sat there looking and then I realized that I was crying. Why I didn't know for sure, but crying nonetheless. I sat there for a while quiet and still. I finally stacked the pictures up and neatly put them back into the folder they had come from. I got up and poured myself a cup of coffee. I poured two more and then walked into the bedroom. Sarah and June were sitting quietly. They had evidently been waiting for me to come to them this time. I sat the coffees down and then went over to Sarah. Kneeling down in front of her I took her hands in mine. She had tears in her eyes. I had some in mine too. "Sarah. I love you so much. I want you to know that I still love you, and I still want you. Will you stay with me? Will you still be my wife? Please?" Sarah pulled me up onto the bed and hugged me tightly. Her body shook as she sobbed out loud. Her head buried in my shoulder. Then she clamed down and sat back a bit. Her look was serious but loving. "Oh thank you Ben. I know I don't deserve it. I don't deserve you for a husband. You have done nothing but loved me all this time and I have been a whore. A slut for many men. I even gave away something that only you should have had the right to take. You love me and still want me, but can you forgive me? What I have done is so nasty and bad. I have been a very bad wife." "Sarah, I will forgive you. I will need some time. I will forgive you though. I still love you too." "I will do anything you want me to Ben. I will quit my job tomorrow. I will..." "You will keep your job. I want you to keep your job Sarah. I want to...I want you to..." "What? What do you want Ben?" "I...I want..." "WHAT? BEN WHAT DO YOU WANT?" "He wants to watch you getting gangbanged Sarah. Ben wants to watch you getting fucked by different men and he wants to join in too. DON'T YOU BEN?" June had thrown it out there where I had been tongue-tied. She was right. I did want to watch and then join in. I just nodded my head affirmatively. Sarah looked shocked. I thought that she was going to hit me for a moment. June stepped up close and took both of our hands in hers. "WE NEED TO WORK THIS ALL OUT. First of all, Ben needs to get a bit back Sarah. I suggest that he fucks me while you watch us. I think that by doing that he will have a bit of revenge on you going behind his back like you did." "Are you nuts June? Ben is my husband. He can't do that with you. It isn't right." "What do you mean it isn't right? You fucked around with fifteen men on me and I can't have ONE other woman as part of my revenge? BULLSHIT. You started this Sarah, now you have to live with the consequences of your actions." "You want to fuck June Ben? You really want to fuck her in front of me?" "NOW I do. I would have disagreed with her about that, matter of fact I did in the kitchen just a bit ago. Then, YOU said 'It isn't right...He's my husband. That changed my mind right there. You did want it all your way and me to only have you. That is what is not right Sarah. If you are going to get lots of men, then I should get to fuck one woman for each man you fuck or suck. THAT IS FAIR. The way I see it now, you owe me fifteen women times three times each...FORTY FIVE fucks with other women." "Forty FIVE? NO WAY!" "He's right Sarah and you know it too. He has the right to have just as much fun as you have had already. Otherwise, well, you will always be ahead. That wouldn't be right because you are ahead due to cheating, not sharing." "JUNE, why are you taking his side on this? I thought you were my friend." "I am your friend Sarah. Believe me I am your friend. If you don't let him catch up and then you both start out even, well I wouldn't give your marriage a plugged nickel's chance for surviving two months. It will be an issue at some point unless it is evened up. Trust me on this Sarah." Our talk went on for a bit then Sarah relented. She was upset about all of it, but she knew that June would be probably right. I wasn't so sure, but I went along with it anyway. It sounded like it might be fun catching up with Sarah too. Later found June and I naked on my marital bed while Sarah sat in a chair nearby watching. Watching her husband fuck her friend. June was fucking too. She had some tricks that I had never seen or heard of. The very first thing she offered up to me was her ass. She smiled as she looked at the look on Sarah's face when she made her offer too. "Ben, I think that you should have your first piece of ASS. So since I am going to take your anal cherry so to speak, I want you in my ass first of all." I was more than happy to comply. I grabbed some oil from the nightstand and applied it to my hard cock then to June's nice tight ass. She then showed me how to finger it and finally let me insert my raging hard cock into her hot tight depths. Sarah was just sitting there watching as I fucked her best friend in her ass. June must have really liked ass fucking because she really got into it in just a few moments. As I would sink in she would moan and then using her muscles, she would milk me. Then I would pull out slowly, savoring the feelings and the tightness. June came before I did. As I started to cum June pulled away and grabbed Sarah's arm and pulled her up to my cock. "SUCK IT WHORE." Sarah looked shocked then a look passed through her eyes and the next thing I knew, my wife was taking my cock into her mouth, then throat. The cock that had just been in her friend's asshole. June was behind Sarah as she began to feverishly suck on my cock. She had a smile and gave me a look that I will never forget. Sarah sucked my cock until I came down her throat. She took all of my considerable load and swallowed it without losing a drop. After a rest of a few minutes, June got up and made Sarah sit back down in her spectator seat. Sarah looked a bit uncertain and maybe a touch sad but she did as directed. June came up to me and since I was lying on my back, she straddled me. Her shaved pussy was dripping juices and she rubbed it up and down on my cock. We were dry fucking right in front of my watching wife. June then moved down and took me into her mouth. As she sucked on my cock she gave me constant eye contact. Something that Sarah had not done for me yet. This intimate eye contact was so much of a turn-on to me. I couldn't believe how hot it made me feel. As June sucked and looked into my eyes, I spent a short glance at Sarah. She was watching June and I could see revelation dawning in her eyes. She had never realized how much that simple act could raise the level of enjoyment until that very moment. June captured my attention again and I paid only attention to her from that moment on that night. It drove Sarah crazy. It drove me crazy knowing that it drove Sarah crazy too. It was kind of a revenge of it's own, ignoring my wife as she watched me fucking her best friend, right in front of her too. That was the very best part. June had been right, I did need to get some revenge in some manner. June and I fucked for several hours that night. Afterwards we fell asleep on the bed in front of Sarah. In the morning I woke up under the covers with June still sleeping beside me. Sarah was nowhere to be seen. I got up and went looking for her. She was in the guest bedroom sleeping. I went over to her side and sat on the bed. I ran my fingers through her hair, looking out for any tangles as I did. As I lovingly stroked her hair I saw her wake up. She sat up and hugged me tightly. I almost couldn't breathe. "I'm sorry Ben. I will never cheat on you again. If you want to fuck around you can. I won't stop you. I will fuck who ever you say to however you say I should. I will not complain or get mad and leave you ever either. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BEN." "I love you too Sarah. More than you think too. I really love you so much that I am ready to forgive you now. Right here and now. You are still the only woman that I love." We held each other for a bit. At one point I realized that I was getting a hard-on. Sarah felt it and began to fondle it. Soon she had it out and was sucking me like never before. As soon as she had it rock hard she pushed me up and back. She rolled over on all fours and then reached back to spread her asscheeks. "Take it, it's yours Ben. You have always wanted it. I only wish that I were still a virgin there for you. You can have it any time, anyway you want it from now on." I looked at her asshole and saw that it was slightly open. It was winking at me as I put my hands on her hips. Suddenly June was there with some oil in her hands. She lovingly massaged it into Sarah's asshole and around her bud too. She then oiled up my cock. I aligned myself to my wife's ass and slowly pushed in. Sarah opened up and took me in fully in one long slow pressing movement. I held still when my pubic hair crushed against her bottom. I could feel the heat from her wet pussy on my balls as I held there. I felt June move under us, and then a soft wet tongue licking my balls as I held still in Sarah. I then began to stroke in and out of her while June would lick my exposed organ as she could. Soon I realized that June was busy elsewhere too. She was licking and sucking on Sarah's pussy as I fucked Sarah's asshole. This became all too much for my mind to deal with and I was soon close to shooting off. As I began to shake, Sarah pulled away and both June and Sarah began to lick my cock. I shot off and Sarah caught me entire load in her mouth. I watched as they shared it back and forth in a long and very sexy French kiss. After they had finished their kiss we all went into the bathroom and took a shower. I got in first, and as the water fell down my body June came in and began to rub my back. Sarah then got in, and crowded though we were, I had two women rubbing and washing me front and back. Finishing up there we got out and toweled dry. Sarah took my cock in her hand and led me to the bedroom. June was right behind, touching my ass as we walked. In the bedroom, Sarah shoved me hard onto the bed. The way she shoved me left me on my back in the middle. June crawled up on one side and Sarah on the other. They both started to lick and take turns sucking on my cock. Sarah was the first to move up farther and offer her breasts to my mouth. As I kissed and licked Sarah's breasts, June mounted my hard cock. Her pussy was wet and tight. Saran then moved up and straddled my head, lowering her bald and very wet pussy down on my lips. I ate out my wife as her best friend fucked me. June came in a hard orgasm and then rolled off. Sarah moved away from my mouth and worked her way down to my cock. She licked and sucked on it making little comments about June's juices and how they tasted so good on my cock. Sarah sucked me until I was very close to cumming then she moved up and plunged her pussy down on my raging hardness. I could feel the inner folds of her pussy grasping and hugging me as she sunk down on me. She was pumping up and down quickly and when she would bottom out on my cock, she would hold for a second before going back up. It didn't take long and I was shaking and on the way to shooting off. Sarah pulled away and put her mouth around my cock and took me all the way into her mouth and down her throat. I shot off in my wife's throat and she took it all without any notice. I was totally amazed at this. She had been swallowing my cum of course, but not like this. We all cuddled for a bit after this great sex and I actually fell asleep. I was brought to by two mouths on my cock again. This threesome went on all afternoon. By nightfall, I was a very tired and worn out man. "Forty." "What? Forty what Sarah?" "I only owe you forty more times with other women. You came five times with June today. So I only owe you forty more times. So far anyway." "Hey sister, three of those times were with you helping so they do not count." "JUNE, you're not helping me here." "Just trying to keep you honest dear. Just keeping you honest." "ALLRIGHT THEN. FORTY-TWO. I owe you forty-two times with other women." "Sarah, I'm not going to hold you to that now." "Yes you are buster, I made that deal with her before you came into the bedroom and we told her, you will have forty-two other women before she starts to have her fun. THAT'S THE DEAL." "Yes, that is the deal June. Ben, you have to honor the deal as June lined it out. I have to insist." "Well...if I have to. All right. But you forced me into this deal to begin with girls." I was promptly being hit with pillows at my sarcastic tone. I deserved it of course, but it was pretty rough there for a while. We fell asleep in a tangle of bodies. I had my arms around Sarah, holding her close, just to let her know that I still loved her. June was spooned up behind me and had one leg over both Sarah's and mine. Sarah had one arm over me and was also hugging June. I had dreams of sex and soft skin. I was in a sea of flesh, almost drowning. Hands were everywhere, touching, fondling, and holding me. I had mouths and tongues and lips all over me. I had died and gone to heaven. As I opened my eyes I saw that I did have two sets of hands on me. Two pair of lips kissing me all over. Tongues licking me all over. Soon I had one mouth on my cock and the other on my balls. The feeling was exquisite. I pulled away and got them to lie together side by side. I then got down and started to lick and suck on their hot wet pussies. They pulled their legs way up and back, spreading them open for my attentions. I had two beautiful, shaved; wet, tight, and ready pussies open to me. In my face. I licked and ate to my hearts content. Sarah came first in a gut wrenching orgasm. June took a bit more, but after the addition of several of my fingers, she followed Sarah's lead and came pretty hard too. I had loved every moment of the double eating I had done. Since I was face down, June got up alongside me and pulled me onto all fours. She then got underneath me and took my cock into her talented mouth. Her pussy was right there in front of me, so I began to gently lick and suck on it as she gave me a blowjob. Sarah got behind me and suddenly I felt her hot wet tongue around my asshole. She was rimming me as June sucked me. I had never had these feelings before. It was nasty and dirty, but it really turned me on. Sarah's tongue entered my ass and soon she was fucking my asshole with her tongue like it was a little prick. This action and the feelings that came with it caused me to shoot off into June's mouth. June took it all and then cleaned my cock up of all remainders. Sarah continued her anal licking until I got June off with my tongue for the second time that morning. I noticed as I pulled away, that June had been fingering Sarah during all of this action. June had four fingers in Sarah's tight pussy and as I watched, she added her thumb and began to fist my bride. Sarah was convulsing and moaning in ecstasy as June fisted her. I leaned in and began to lightly and in a very fast motion, lick Sarah's clit. Her orgasm was the hardest I had ever seen from her. June didn't let up on the fisting either. She kept on and soon Sarah was cumming again only this time they were little continuous orgasms. Sarah was shuddering and moaning on each one. I got real interested in this and had started to lightly finger June's pussy. I began to add fingers to her until I was at the point of adding my thumb. June looked down and then back up into my face. Her need was in her eyes. "Be gentle, but do it. I want you to do it Ben. Gently." I folded my thumb like she had hers while entering Sarah. I then began to work in my hand. As my hand went in I felt her warmth and wetness. It was something that was better than I could have ever imagined. Soon I had my whole hand in June's pussy and she was rocking her hips fucking it like it was a cock. I balled my hand into a fist and it went in a bit further when I did. June had me in just past the bone on my wrist. It was in a position that caused it to rub on her clit as I fucked her with it. June exploded into an orgasm and Sarah was following her as she did. I guess that, to me anyway, it appeared that June's orgasm had set of Sarah's due to the inter-connection we all had. I felt quite proud of myself since I thought that I had caused all of this with my own hand. The last days had been eye opening and very exposing emotionally. I had not cried since I had been a child and having almost lost my wife had been something that I was glad we had been able to correct. The next days and years would bring change to our marriage and to our outlook on life.

Julie's New Job Chapter 5 Jon continues with his version Now I had a new cock that looked nothing like what I had grown up with. I was discouraged for a while after the operation; I would never have done anything like this on my own. I had grown up with it and was happy with the way it had been. Now, well, it was beginning to feel 'right'. Mary had been pushing me for sex on a daily basis, several times a day. I had to pretend that I was starting to 'love' her, and when Joan brought Julie over one day I had to ignore the one true love of my life. It was the hardest thing I had ever done. When Julie had put her arms around me giving me a hug and tried to kiss me I had to pretend that I didn't want her. It tore me up inside to see the haunted look that Julie gave me. She started to cry and went out to Joan's car. I had crushed her. Although it was hurting her, I had to pretend that I loved Mary now, and later Joan. I had developed another plan, and this time I was going to succeed in getting Julie and myself away from this bitch and her 'business'. I was also going to make her pay dearly for disrupting our lives and marriage. My plan had been fomenting in the back of my mind for the whole time I had been recuperating from the operation. One thing that had caught my attention was that I was not the only one who had physically changed. Julie's breast's were noticeably bigger and seemed to stick out and up more. Her body was about as toned as I had ever seen it. Her muscles had great definition. I only hoped that she would still want me after the way I had seemingly ignored her. I had been very cold towards her, which wasn't too hard at first due to her fucking around with all of Joan's 'clients'. I felt as though she had loved all of the cock she was getting and that I was a let down to her in the sex department. Once we were free from Joan, maybe I could convince her to love me and want only me again. It would take a lot of work but I still could remember our wedding vows as if we had spoken them only yesterday. For better or worse, I was going to try to get my wife back. If it didn't pan out after that, well, at least I would have done everything within my power to correct a very bad situation. One day Joan came over to the house where Mary and I were living as 'husband and wife'. She ended up getting into bed with both of us. My chance to show Joan that I was 'different' and willing to go along with her plan had arrived. I did everything that I could remember to give her the absolutely best fucking she had ever had. I did things that I had wanted to do with Julie, and some things that Mary had shown me she liked. The end result was that Joan fell, and fell hard for me. I could see it in her eyes as she left that night. I was on track now to get free from her and get my revenge in return. I still couldn't believe how she had taken my wife and then me into her sick twisted little world. I was not nor am I now, a wimp. I had been into tough situations before and always managed to come out ok, so I knew that I would do all right in this one. That bastard Joe would pay dearly for his ratting us out, of that I was sure. The best part of fucking Joan that day had been when I leaned close to her and whispered that 'I thought I owed her big time'. I saw that she took it like I thought she would and was happy. I knew that she could not ever understand that I meant I owed her big time for fucking up my life and that I would get my revenge. She saw it as I thought she had done me a big favor with the new cock. I was laughing to myself (inside) at how surprised she was going to be. One day after that, Mary mentioned how all of my stuff had been shipped from my old job. I questioned her (carefully of course) and found out that I had 'quit' my job. I wondered if Joan knew about my 401k and other savings plans. I also wondered about our checking accounts. I checked into them and moved some money around, careful to not be caught on the computer. I transferred most into cash and then transferred it all into my trading account. I would have full control of all of my money. It was a rather large sum, and it would tide Julie and myself over for quite some time. I now had a war chest built up and prepared to get ready to push my plan to the utmost. Joan started to come by on a daily basis and we would usually fuck and suck for a while then she would leave. Mary started to understand that she was losing me to Joan, and really started to get wild in bed, I guess to try to convince me to stay with her. I was getting so much sex now that I was constantly getting pretty tired at odd times during the day. Joan saw that Mary was wearing me out and one day she asked me if I would like to move into her place. I said that I would, trying to remain very calm and objective. I couldn't let her know that I had to be in her house in order to talk to Julie and let her know what I was planning. I also needed to see if Julie was going to still be in love with me or had I lost her forever. Joan had me moved into her place that week. I saw Julie once during that week and she was withdrawn around me the whole time. Joan had me set up in her bedroom. Julie's bedroom was next to Joan's, and I was certain that Julie could hear Joan and I fucking every night. It was harder for me to have sex with Joan and still be convincing enough to let her feel that I was developing feelings for her. Knowing that Julie was next door and could hear us, hear me, fucking Joan, had to be very hard on her. Finally, one day Joan had to leave and Julie was working out in the gym at the back of the house. I knew that Joan had cameras and microphones everywhere so I arranged to take a run just before Julie went on hers. I ran to the local park and waited by a big old oak tree. Pretty soon Julie came running up. As she went by I fell into step just behind her, and spoke out to her. "Julie! Julie, behind you." She turned her head and caught sight of me. She started to run harder. I hadn't expected this. I ran up and grabbed her arm and pulled her to the side. Once we were on the grass and near some trees and bushes, I let go and watched her face. She looked at me then started to look everywhere but at me. I finally started talking to her. "Julie, you have to listen to me. We don't have much time." I was becoming afraid that she was going to run away. "Julie, please look at me." Julie finally looked up at me. "What do you want to tell me Jon?" She was very quiet. "Joan might take this the wrong way and do something to me if she catches me talking to you even if you are...were...ar OH JON." I took her in my arms as she started to sob. She cried for a minute and then calmed herself down enough to listen to me. "Julie, I have a sure fire plan, and soon we will be free from Joan and her cohorts. You need to know that I still love only you Julie, only you. I am very close to starting the process and getting us away, but you are going to have to answer me this one question.. Do you still love me?" I waited and watched her face. She looked very haunted and then she shook her head NO. She was crying silently, tears running down her face. I was stunned. I asked her. "Don't you feel anything for me anymore Julie?" She sobbed loudly, and then she faced me. "It's not that I don't love you Jon, its, well...how can you still love me after all of the men, all of the whorish ways I have done and been? You can't love me Jon, I don't even like myself, let alone love myself and if I can't love me how can I expect anyone else to love me?" I didn't know what to say. I had thought that she didn't love me anymore and it was her doubts about my love for her she had meant. "Julie, I know that I have been acting very cruelly to you, but I had to so that Joan would think that she was winning me over. I needed for her to believe that I was falling for her and out of love with you. Can't you see that I had to deceive all of you in order to get to the place I am now? Our only chance for success is to make Joan believe that I love her and not you." Julie looked at me. "You still love me Jon?" She was watching my face, looking into my eyes, she would know if I was telling the truth or not in a moment. I looked deep into her eyes, I took her hands in mine and spoke very slowly and calmly. "Julie, for better or worse, YOU are my love, You are my only love, You are who I want for the rest of our lives. Julie, I cannot live without you anymore than you could live without me." I needed to find the one thing to say that would convince her; I searched my mind, thinking then finally it hit me. "Julie, do you remember when we got married?" She frowned at me. "You know, the day of our wedding, right before our reception?" She was still frowning, but I could see that she was trying to remember that day. "You said to me, don't ever give me up Jon. You were scared and wound up from the stress of the wedding, and one of my old girl friends had shown up uninvited and talked to you. You remember?" Julie was looking at me with eyes filled with tears. I went on. "Do you remember what I told you then? I told you that there was nothing in the world that could come between us. I told you also if you remember, that you were born to be my wife, always and forever just as I was born to be your husband." Julie hugged me close and cried on my shoulder. Joan had really fucked up Julie's mind. She had to really think hard to remember things from her wedding day. "Jon, I remember that. But is it true still?" I was hugging her hard to me. "Yes, Yes! Julie you have always been the only one for me." Julie hugged me and then broke away. "What if I told you that I loved to get fucked by strange cocks Jon? What is your love for me knowing that I want to be a slut?" "Julie, we need to get away, then later, when we have had some time to heal, we can talk about whatever your needs are, and if you still want to or need to, well, I guess we will cross that bridge together. Right now we need to talk about getting away and setting Joan and friends up for their fall." We talked about my plan, and while Julie was unsure about it she finally admitted that it was either that or death. She had been thinking about suicide and not living after my 'falling in love' with Joan. She had kept it hidden pretty well from Joan, and she had been busy with clients. She had also been making movies for Roger and friends too. "Jon, they have been setting up a 'special' movie for me and they want to film it pretty soon. Roger told me that they expect it to be a big hit with particular clients of theirs and it sounds like its going to be one huge gangbang, with a big surprise and the end. He told Joan that it would be filmed 'live' and in order as it occurs. The other movies I was in were done like regular films, in that we shot certain scenes first then filled in the rest later." I didn't like the sounds of that. Julie felt that the big ending was going to be something she hadn't done before, and she couldn't figure out what it was, but Joan knew. Later that evening, Joan and I were in her bedroom fucking. When we finished I started small talk with her. "Why do we keep my slut wife around here Joan?" Joan looked at me and had a slight smile. "Jon, I want her to see me with you and I want her to see you being with me all of the time. It is the way I am punishing her and she needs to be punished. Besides, she is going to be going away soon enough. She is going to star in a 'special' movie for Roger, and after that movie comes out, well, she may be able to practice her trade in Mexico or some other third-world country. Besides that, I am in the process selling my business to an European syndicate. They will take her to Amsterdam or some other place and she will be servicing other clients for them over there. Look Jon, I have a video of Julie's last meeting. See what a slut she really is now? You certainly will be well to be rid of her." Joan put a video in the player, set the remote by me, and said that she had 'things to do'. I watched that damned video because I knew that she would be watching me on her hidden cameras. The movie started with Julie in a very, very short pair of cut-off jeans. (The sides were up to the waistband, and the pockets had been cut out.) A big white guy was showing her how to do a certain exercise on what looked like the weight-machine in our gym out back. He had his hands all over her as he put her into the 'right' positions and eventually, she got turned on and they started to kiss each other. Soon, they were undressing each other. His cock, when Julie got it out of his shorts, was HUGE. It was the biggest cock I had ever seen in my life, and I could see Julie licking her lips and she fondled it. Her lips formed a nice tight circle and she slipped them over his cock. She went down a ways and started to bob up and down on it. Soon she was taking most of it into her mouth, and obviously into her throat, it was that long. He had her sitting up at the end of the bench, and was holding her hair in a ponytail. You could see her face plainly. Her wedding rings were clearly visible as her hand wrapped around his cock at its base. Soon, he had her lay down, and her shaved pussy was shown close-up. He went down on her and as he ate her, his hands forced her legs up and back until her knees were alongside of her head, She was wide open as he licked her pussy and tongued deep inside of her. I was feeling upset, but knew that I had to hide that it bothered me a lot. I was afraid that if Joan saw me getting upset, that she would figure out I was faking everything. I took my cock in hand a started to stroke myself, hoping that she would see that and think I considered this just a fuck flick. In the movie, the big guy was now lining up that monster cock and soon was shoving it into Julie's pussy. He still had her legs back and she was rubbing her nipples and clit. He leaned down to her head and whispered, "I have some friends coming over, do you want to have more cock?" Julie looked up at him and said, "YES, I want MMMOOORRRREE." As she said that he was shoving in all of the way. "MMMMOOOOORRRREEEE. I WANT MORE COCK. Fuck me you bastard. I WANT IT ALL." He was pounding away at her now. She was moving around trying to get more of him into her pussy. In the background you could see other men coming in getting undressed. These guys were your typical porn movie studs. Some were black, most were white, and there were even a couple of oriental men. The one thing in common with all of them was their huge cocks. None of these guys had anything under ten inches it seemed like. There was about nine of them a total. Julie saw them about the time the first big guy started to cum. He pulled out and pulled her up so that her face was in front of his cock. He started to cum, shooting what seemed to be gallons of cum all over her face, into her mouth and down on her tits! She was busy trying to catch it all on her tongue and in her mouth. After he was done he stepped back and Julie got up. Hands were all over her and they were roughly feeling her tits, pussy and ass. They lead her over to a flat workout bench and while one of them lay down on it they continued to fondle her. As soon as the guy on the bench was ready, they picked her up and sat her on his very large hard cock. She started to pump up and down on it while another guy lined up at her mouth for a blowjob. Another man got behind her and soon he was pushing his cock into her pussy as well. The camera was able to catch some of it and soon a position was held that clearly showed two cocks in her once virginally tight pussy. Eventually the man on top pulled out of her pussy and pushed his cock into her ass. She had three cocks in her, at least two and a half foot of cock, almost three feet. She was having a continuous orgasm. As soon as the guy in her mouth shot off another was pushing into it. The same for her pussy and ass. They had her in several positions, and the last part of the movie they were having her get on different machines and then finding all kinds of ways of fucking her on them. One scene that stuck in my mind was her laying on an inclined bench, her legs spread out and her butt up on the footrest. Her pussy and ass were obscenely spread open, and since she had had such large cocks in both of her holes, they were open to where you could see right up in her. She was sucking on a cock and as they started to each step up to her, the order became pretty steady. One cock would fuck her pussy, then her ass, then that cock would move up to be cleaned up by her mouth. When they would cum, they were shooting off into a pitcher. At the end of the gangbang, they all watched her drink their cum out of this pitcher. She savored it like it was the best wine in the world. As she was drinking her special order drink, some guy sat down in front of her and started to finger her pussy and ass. Pretty soon his whole hand was stroking in her pussy. As he was doing that another guy was pushing a small barbell into her ass. (The barbell was one of hose very small one pounders with plastic covering on it.) You could see that she was starting to get into this and soon she started to orgasm in probably the biggest orgasm I had ever seen her have. Admittedly, it was a movie and how much was acting and how much was true to what she was doing was not known to me, but DAMN! I couldn't believe that she would willingly do something like this, even now after all that had happened. The next morning, Joan left me alone and took Julie with her to see Roger. I knew that I had to act fast because I didn't want Julie to be doing any more movies, especially for Roger. I had a feeling that his next movie would be even sicker that what they had done to Julie so far. I went for my morning 'run' that Joan knew I was doing everyday now. She thought that I was in love with her by this point; I think she had a thing for me from sometime before I met her, but I wasn't sure. Anyway, on my run, I phoned a friend that I knew I could trust implicitly, and since he was someone I had known for a very long time, I was sure he wouldn't sell me out. He started to get the necessary things together and told me about how long till he was ready. I went back to Joan's house, and started to get things ready there. By the time Joan and Julie got back, several hours had passed. Joan came into the bathroom where I was showering, and got in with me. "Jon, I have a great movie for you to see tonight. Julie really went out of her way on this one. You like to see Julie the slut being fucked every which way don't you Jon?" I said that I would rather be fucking her that watching some old whore fucking a bunch of men. Joan smiled and hugged me tightly. "Jon, do you like me at all?" I knew this was some kind of test of hers, so I held her closely to me and hugged her hard. "Joan, I think that I am in love with you. .You have shown me what a slut I had for a wife, and you have made me even more of a man. Yeah, Joan, I love you for sure baby." If I hadn't have been looking at her eyes when I said that I might have missed the tears welling up in them. She was being very emotional at this point. I think that she fully believed that I did love her now. "Let's go out to dinner, shall we sweetie? Just you and me Jon." "I'd go anywhere with you Joan." I responded. We got dressed and went out to a great restaurant and had a nice meal. Joan was very touchy-feely with me and I responded in kind, knowing I had to keep her convinced of my affections for her. When we got home she had Julie come into the living room with us. "Julie, Jon and I are going to watch your performance from this afternoon. Why don't you sit down here, on the other side of Jon, and watch with us. You can tell us the way you were feeling as these guys had their way with you. She was just marvelous Jon. She put on a performance that would have won an Oscar." Julie looked very uncomfortable sitting next to me and I thought she was going to spill the beans for a minute or two, but she finally calmed herself down and smiled at us. "Joan, will I be able to try out Jon's new cock later tonight. You did promise me that I would be able to before I had to go away." Joan was looking at her and not smiling now. Then she looked at me. "Jon, do you want to let Julie try out your new addition?" What the hell had Julie done? Was she trying to let Joan know of my true feelings or what? I would never be able to fuck her in front of Joan now. Christ! I looked over at Joan then said, "Well Joan, if you want me to I guess I could, I do not know for sure if I could get it up for such a slut or not, but I will try if you want." It must have been the right answer for Joan, because she smiled and then told Julie, "Well Julie, it appears that your 'husband' doesn't want to touch you anymore, not that I'd blame him. You will have to just imagine how it would be honey, because Jon is mine now. He won't e-v-e-r want y-o-u again, WHORE. YOU couldn't keep you legs together during your first week on the job, and now you want your new and improved husband? NOT A CHANCE BITCH." Her words were killing me. I could see that they were killing Julie also. I hoped that Julie would be able to hold up. I had never wanted to kill anyone in my life, until now. I wanted to kill Joan; I wanted her dead for hurting Julie. I saw that Julie was totally crushed. There was nothing I could do without giving it all away. This was so hard. GOD! I held myself very still and tried to give Julie a look of encouragement that she would understand, but she didn't even look at me. She had tears running down her face and she was as pale as a ghost. Joan was smiling, thinking that she had won me over and made me hate Julie. I think that even in spite of our talk of before that Julie believed her. Well, we watched the movie that Joan had of Julie, and I saw my wife doing more things with men just like before. She did that trick of two in her pussy and one in her ass, cleaning up all of them after 'chain-fucking all of her holes, and more fisting. Julie was having continuous orgasms, and I don't think she was faking them. After the movie, Joan went down on me and started to make love to me. Not fuck, make love. I could see the difference and it helped me to calm down inside. I knew that Joan thought and believed in her heart that I was hers and hers alone. She was whispering words of love and using the word we quite a bit. I let her lead the conversation, and carefully, using all of the emotion I could muster-up, fed her back the same kind of lies. Joan was in love with the idea of having me for now, but I knew that had I been in love with her, eventually, she would have dumped me. I knew that she had never been in love with anyone in her life, and she was desperately trying to fill an emptiness in her life by thinking she loved someone. I was the unfortunate recipient of her 'love'. The next day, on my run, I called my buddy up and he told me everything was ready to go. I set up the time for him to start his end and I went back and was able to let Julie know when to be ready. Joan came in that afternoon and told me that her business had sold and they would be collecting Julie in the morning! I was so glad that I hadn't waited one more day. Joan said that some of her 'associates' were coming over for one more fling with Julie before she left. That worked out with me. Joan had Julie wearing heels, stockings and a garter belt when they arrived. Nothing else, just stockings, heels and a garter belt. As they came in they were grabbing and pawing Julie. One guy shoved three fingers in her ass and pumped them real hard in and out. Julie moaned, and thrust herself back on those fingers just as hard as he rammed them in her. Another guy (there were seven in all.) shoved a couple of fingers into her mouth and had her suck on them before he pushed them into her ass alongside of the guy that had his fingers there already. Julie had five large fingers in her ass and managed to smile at these guys as they handled her. In a very short time, Julie was in her bedroom being fucked by four guys at a time, just like when I had first seen her in our very own bedroom, what seemed like a lifetime ago. She was bouncing up and down on two cocks in her pussy until another guy, (ROGER) went up her ass. The fourth guy had his cock in her mouth and was fucking it like her mouth was a pussy. I was standing back watching and Joan came up to me. "Come on Jon, I want you real bad baby." She grabbed my hand and led me to her room. Once in there, she started to kiss me all over. As she was moving around me she started to unbutton my shirt from top to bottom. When she had that done she pulled it off of my body. I wasn't wearing a tee shirt, so her lips immediately locked onto one of my nipples. Her hands were busy undoing my jeans. As they fell down to the floor, she followed them with her mouth, kissing all of the way down to me crotch. She pulled my underwear down, and once they fell free, she started to lick and kiss my balls. She soon was moving up to the head of my cock, and then she started to take it into her hot, wet, mouth. Her eyes were on mine the whole time. I had to admit to myself that she was very sexy. I had a raging erection, and wanted to use it on her in a real big way. I couldn't help it. She had me so hot with the way she would look up at me while sucking my cock into her throat, the feelings of her velvet mouth, the wetness, the heat, then to see her eyes watching me. Pretty soon I was on the verge of cumming. She backed off and tore off her clothes. "Come on Jon, fuck me like your one and only lover baby. Jon, I need you to fuck me senseless. I want your tongue in me sweetie." I moved up to the bed and climbed in between Joan's wide spread legs. Her pussy was running a stream of juice. I went down between her legs and started to lick her from her asshole up to her clit. There, I would circle around it and tap it lightly with the tip of my tongue. Then I would go back down to her asshole, where I would press the tip of my tongue against her bud. She was writhing around and moaning. "Fuck me, fuck me Jon." I kept tonguing her and started to feel her tits, pinching her nipples real hard. She moaned more and more for me to fuck her, fuck her hard. Her hands were pulling on my head, trying to get me to move up on her so that I could feed her my cock. I kept pulling away and going back down on her pussy. Soon, she was almost mad with lust. "Jon, FUCK ME NOW, PLEASE. Jon baby, I need your big, hard cock in me. PLEASE!" I relented, and moved up her body, pausing to suck and lick on her nipples for a minute. She was moving all around trying to get my cock positioned at her pussy. I finally let the head of it go to the mouth of her pussy! Once I was aligned up with her, I plunged in all of the way in one stroke. I heard her breath catch. Then her moan filled the room. "Oh, Jon. GOD that feels so-o-o good. Give it to me sweetie. I want all of it now, HARD. HARDER!" She was cumming hard and was lost in an orgasmic state. At that point, I heard someone coming in the door of the bedroom. It was my buddy, and he was all prepared for the rest of our night's activities. When I got up, Joan looked confused for a minute when she saw my buddy with the shotgun in his hands. I was getting dressed, while Joan looked stupidly at both of us. "What are you doing Jon? Who the fuck are you?" She said to my buddy. I stepped into my shoes, and then took the shotgun that he offered to me. I saw that he had a large gym bag full of stuff, and knew he had probably over prepared, but that was ok by me. "Are you ready Jon?" He was ready to go I could see. "What do you want down with the bitch here?" He had the gun right on her head as he asked me that, and it was very hard for me to not tell him to pull the trigger. I had other plans for that controlling bitch though. Joan, for her part, was being very quiet. I tied her hands behind her back and used a pair of stockings to gag her mouth. "We are going to let Joan experience what Julie has experienced for the last couple of months, only we only have tonight to do it all in AL." Al looked at me and smiled. He had a past that I knew had been rough, and I also knew that once he stood by your side in anything, it was forever. I was glad that he was on my side in this. "Jon, how 'bout we give her a shotgun fuck up her ass?" I stopped him from doing that and Joan looked relieved. "Joan, you are in for a big surprise tonight bitch. Paybacks are hell, and I have a huge payback for you." Her look of relief went away as I stepped back to Al. I motioned him to grab her and bring her along over to the next bedroom. When we went through the door there, Julie was in the throes of a big orgasm and there were four guys in her at that time. Al looked stunned at the scene before him. I pushed Joan onto the bed and three of the guys, not involved in fucking Julie were herded there too. Julie was dumped off of the guys fucking her as they tried to get free to do something, but we had control of the situation now.! I pulled Julie away from them and shoved her outside the room. "Go get dressed Julie. We have some business to take care of here." Julie looked at me with a scared look, then left to get dressed. Joan looked worried for a minute. I had one of her 'associates' untie her. She was still naked and tried to cover herself with her hands. I thought that was pretty funny, considering what she did for a living. Imagine someone like Joan being shy about her body in front of men. Someone who had probably had lots of innocent girls, or women led down her dirty little pathway to slavery and prostitution. "Well, it looks as though tables are turned for right now. Joan, I am going to give you one chance to be the whore-slut you made my wife, and you had better be very convincing, because if you are not, it is going to be very messy in here tonight. You see, I am going to free Julie and myself from you and your 'associates', or we are all going to die. No amount of pleading or your psychological crap is going to change anything from this point on." Joan and her partners were looking afraid now. Al stepped back to cover the whole room, even though they were all on the bed in front of me. He was always on 'watch' for problems before they happened. "Joan, why don't you get your friends hard?" She looked at me like I was crazy. I motioned with the shotgun and she moved over to the man closest to her and started to half-heartedly fondle his cock. I motioned to another guy to get closer to her so that she could reach him too. "Joan, you have quite a few men to please here tonight, better use both hands, maybe your mouth, and whatever else you think of. You are going to get totally fucked tonight and these guy's aren't going to be able to get it up anymore before you are through!" "You see Joan, you have a new boss, and that boss is ME." Joan was just looking at me, stunned that her 'lover' had taken charge. Then the men with her started to get her busy, mostly because of their fear of what we were going to do to them I think. I motioned to them and she finally started to 'work' as directed. As Joan sucked and fondled her two men, I took Roger with me into the hall. "I am thinking that a change of leadership has occurred here Roger, what do you think?" Roger replied with a venomous, "Yeah, maybe for right now, asshole." "Oh I expected so much better from you Roger, after all, you are in charge of your syndicate aren't you? Does it really matter who is in charge and who is the whore for your 'business functions'?" "Well Jon, I trust Joan, and know she can, or could, deliver the goods. You are new to this, and frankly, I don't think you will be able to pull it off. Besides, at the risk of getting shot here, Julie is one hot babe, and the best whore I ever had around. I don't think that Joan would ever get to third place compared to Julie." "Well, Julie isn't in this business as of right now. I should just kill all of you bastards and walk away, but I would still feel like I owed someone something big time. I think that you and your boys will play along with my game now, especially since I have Joan's papers and know who's who in your organization, Roger. Besides, I want vengeance on Joan, not so much you. She is the one who trapped and pushed Julie into this life and she is going to pay for that, like it or not." I could see that Roger was thinking about what I was saying. I knew that I couldn't trust him or his friends at all, but I also knew that he was still a businessman and would probably back down for me on this change of leadership. That's what I hoped anyway. I directed him back into the bedroom, told my buddy to let him have some fun with Joan, and that I was going to talk to Julie. I found Julie sitting in the living room, in the dark. She was crying, and hadn't gotten dressed. I watched her for a few minutes, and then I went to her. "Julie, I need you the get dressed now. We are going for a drive and it is going to be a pretty long one." "Jon, just leave me here. You won't want me anymore, and I have changed too much. You will eventually think of me as a whore and a slut, who fucked and sucked every man around. You won't be able to live with that or me." "Julie, you have been brainwashed by Joan and her little plotting. She has been repeatedly drilling into you that you are just a slut, a whore, an easy piece of ass for any man." I shushed her up with, "I know that the real Julie isn't that way. The real Julie has love for only one man, her husband, and she won't be a slut or a whore for any other man, only him. I am your husband Julie, and we have both been through a lot recently, you more so than me. You need time to heal, and to think for yourself, and I think that you will come back to me. I never left you Julie. Don't you see that I still love you, I just couldn't stop loving you on a whim or even on a turn of events like we have been through." "Jon, you are saying that now, but how about later, when everything changes again? How can you ever forget what I have done, and how I have acted? Jon, I still love you, possibly even more than before, but I can't change what I have done, what I have become. You will not want me around after the dust has settled from this time in our lives." The conversation was going nowhere fast, so I walked Julie into her room and got her dressed. She laid down on the bed and fell asleep, with her clothes on, and I went back to Joan's room to check on my friend. He still had things well in control, and Joan was in the middle of a multiple cock gangbang. I was enjoying seeing her getting the shit fucked out of her. I wanted her to be totally worn out before we left. She was well on the way to being a whore like Julie and Mary. She was starting to get into it with all of those cocks at her disposal. She was constantly orgasming, and the men fucking her were giving her the full treatment. So much for honor among thieves. I saw Joan's case with the inflatable automatic dildo in it. I opened it up and discovered that she had two in it, side by side. I had an evil thought at that time and decided to go ahead and do it. The men fucking Joan had tired out by now and Joan was laying on the bed moaning to herself. I stepped up and pulled her up onto her knees, doggie fashion. I placed the first dildo into her pussy. It went in easily, since she had been fucked so much by very large cocks for the last hour or so. I placed the other one in her ass, pushing it way up in her. I started them together, expanding and stroking. I let them get to about four inches in diameter, (Just like she had done to Julie that first time.). Roger watched them grow, and watched her start to move in time to the thrusting machines buried in her ass and pussy. "Stop." Roger was worried. "You are going to cause permanent damage going so far in one step." "Joan did this just like this to my wife asshole." I was pissed. "The bitch can dish it out but not take it, huh?" "She only did it to Julie after several steps, not all at once." He was genuinely worried. I was surprised. He went on, "You can do what you want right now, but don't hurt her please." I was wondering if Roger had a thing for her or what the deal was. "Why do you care how she feels Roger? Isn't she just a Madame or something like that to you?" "Look, I, uh, well, I like her a lot. I don't care to see people I like and do business with getting hurt." I laughed. "Are you serious? I thought you were the big mafia man. What, do you have feelings for the bitch? This wife-taking, slut making, life ruining whore?" I was surprised by his admission, and I think he had a thing for Joan. I decided to use this against him and Joan, just like she had used Julie and me. I stopped the dildos from growing, but left them stroking in her. She was having constant orgasms and was thrashing around on the bed. All of the men were just watching quietly, half afraid of what I was going to do with them next, and half mesmerized by the sight of Joan being fucked by two dildos so thoroughly. My buddy Al was getting antsy, so we tied up all of the men very thoroughly. He told me he was getting the van into the garage and would be back in a minute. Left alone with Joan and the captive 'associates', I removed the dildos from Joan and tied her to the bed, spread eagled. Roger started to talk to me while I was tying her up. "Jon, why don't you join us? I can make a position for you, and I will see that you are protected. You could make a quite a bit of money. Just let me go here and we can work something out." He sounded like he meant every word he spoke, but come on. I knew that the minute he was free I was as good as dead. I had to think of some way to buy time and keep him from coming after us in the future. I went to check on Julie, she was still asleep. I could see Roger on the monitor in Joan's room; he was struggling with his bonds, trying to get loose. I went back into the room and grabbed Roger. Al came in right then and helped me get Roger on the floor. We retied him, spread eagled. I took Al aside and we had a discussion on what to do about the men in the room. He came up with a winner of an idea, one that would perhaps save some other women or girls in the future. We re tied all of the men spread-eagled. They were tied very tightly, so there was no way they could get loose. Al produced a very wicked looking blade. It was extremely sharp. He had done something like this before that was obvious. He had me go to the kitchen and get a bunch of spoons. When I got back, he had a small propane torch running, it's bright blue flame innocently burning. "Jon, when I get done with my surgery, you need to take one of those spoons, heat it up, and apply it to the wound. It needs to be cauterized, so they don't bleed to death." I nodded and set up all of the spoons in the flame. When the first one was red hot, Al started the surgery. I was sickened for a minute until he reminded me why we were doing this. The smell of burning flesh soon invaded the room, and the men would scream. Al did his job very thoroughly. When we were done, all of the men there were castrated. I really hadn't thought this through very much, and if I had I might have prevented this from happening. As it was, well, Al did the one thing that in the future would keep them from going after us. Roger and his friends, unknown to us at that time, would be going to great lengths to keep the 'operations' performed that night a secret. We grabbed Joan, her books, some tapes, and Julie and went over to Mary's place. We went in and grabbed her in her bedroom. She had been sound asleep. When she came to she was tied up and next to a naked, cum-soaked Joan. I could see that she was having a hard time understanding what was going on, but I didn't really want to say anything to her at that time. She was part of the reason that Julie had been trapped into this hell, and I wasn't going to be very forgiving to her for her part in ruining our lives. We drove to our safe house. Al had picked it out, and it was the last place they would ever look for us. When we got there, Al broke in and woke up my 'friend' Joe. He was tied up and still wondering what was going on when I came into the room. "Jon. You got away. Oh shit. Don't hurt me Jon. I was forced to rat you guys out. Joan knew that you would come to me and she made me turn dime on you." I was not feeling very nice and at his words, I lost it. I hit him in the mouth with the butt of my shotgun. "Shut the fuck up dickhead. You are going to pay for being our Judas, prick. You had my wife, and because of you so did a lot of other men. I should just blow your head off right now, but the noise might wake up the neighbors. Just shut the fuck up and be still, maggot." I wanted to kill the bastard. I was so pissed at him for his betrayal. Al looked at me, then back at him. He had a smile on his face that didn't look very friendly. "Hey Jon, I don't think that the neighbors would hear anything. This house is one of those five-star energy rated homes I read about. Thick insulation, triple glass windows, special siding, hell, I think an 'A' bomb would go unnoticed in here." He was enjoying himself, and I think that he had no feelings for taking a life. That was the one thing that had always made me nervous around him. I knew that he had been in some very rough situations, and he had gotten through them. He never would tell anyone how, but some of stories left you knowing that something real bad had happened to his opposition. Joe was crying and very, very afraid. Well he should have been. I was about ready to go ahead and cap his ass, and Al had me just about talked into it. Then Julie came into the room. "Jon, DON'T. You can't kill him. Jon, please, if you have any feeling for me at all, don't kill him." I was torn, on the one hand I wanted to kill the S.O.B., on the other, I knew that if I did it would open up a whole different can of worms. I finally backed off and just gagged him. I didn't want to hear his bullshit at all. Al seemed a little bit disappointed in me, but I think he knew that I wouldn't have killed him. Al, on the other hand, well, suffice it to say that Joe was extremely lucky that I hadn't let Al deal with him. Al went out to the van and got his 'kit'. Later, I sat down with Julie and we talked about what we were going to do with Mary. Julie wanted to just let her go. I on the other hand knew better than that. Al stepped into the conversation at this point. "Let me have her Jon. I'll take care of her." I looked at Al, not realizing what he meant. "Al, I don't want her hurt or killed, after all she is my wife's sister." Al gave me a look of long suffering. He was upset with me, evidently believing he was willing to kill her. "Jon, I won't hurt her, I just want her, for a while, and afterwards, if she wants, I will let her go. I'll make sure that she is busy for at least a month, then, well what every happens, happens." Mary was looking at Al with fear in her eyes. Julie was watching me. Al was just calmly looking around the room, first at Mary, then Julie finally at me. I knew that if I left Mary with him that he would probably have quite a bit of fun with her, sexually, that is. I didn't know what to do, when Mary spoke. "Uh, Jon, uh, I don't know what you had planned for me, but All told me what happened to Roger and his friends. I don't want to hurt anyone, and I am sorry for getting you involved in the business Julie. Maybe, well, Al doesn't look so bad, and I don't think that he would hurt me, so, well, I'll go with him. I'll be very good and, well, I guess in a month, if I haven't been 'good' Al will talk to you before doing anything drastic." I could see in Julie's eyes that she didn't like this plan, but I could see no other way of securing this situation. "Al, you take care of Mary, in a month, if you need to, get a hold of me and we will make new plans then." Julie was disagreeing and shaking her head. "You can't let him take her Jon. He won't be nice to her, and I am afraid that he will harm her." AL looked very offended. "I won't hurt her Julie. I know that I am rough looking and I have done some very bad things in the past, but my word is always rock-solid. I give my word that Mary will not be hurt, if she complies with my wishes, and in one month we will meet again, and you will be able to ask Mary how she feels. My word that is all I can give you Julie, Jon, my word." I was willing to accept his word, since I knew that he would die before going against his word to a friend. I just hoped that I was that friend. After some long hard thought, Julie finally agreed, though she had reservations. Now what to do with Joan. That my friends, is a whole different story. Please let me know how I am doing. I have heard many different things so far, bad to good, mostly good. What started out as a short story has evolved into almost a novel. Not my original intent, however, it has been fun writing it so far. I have at least one more chapter planned, and after that, well, maybe I can keep it down to short stories. ;)

My Daughter Eases My Pain Chapter Four If you have been reading along with this story you know that I had lost my wife several years ago, that I had a college age daughter who loved her father dearly and tried to help out his love life by setting him up with dates. Dates that usually failed at some point along the line, usually due to the prudish nature of the women I was dating. Then came the weekend when Sue (my daughter) had her friends over for a "fuck Dave weekend". That had led to me having sex with four beautiful young ladies, my daughter included. That had also culminated in one of the young ladies admitting that she loved me. For real. Now, after having had sex with them for the last two days, they were getting ready to go back to school. All of them, with the sole exception of Teresa the girl who was now my girlfriend. Teresa was going to move in with me and commute to school each day. I was in love with a girl half my age. What would my friends and relatives think or say? I had some doubts as to the way this was all working out, but I knew deep in my heart I loved Teresa, and I was equally as sure she loved me. Sue had a heart to heart talk with me alone just before she left with Becky and Cindy. "Dad, you know that I love you very much." "Yes honey, I know you do, and if I had any doubts, you erased them this weekend. I have had and still do have a bit of a problem of us having had sex though. I'm not sure that was the best thing for us to do." "Hey, I am an adult woman, and you are an adult man. It's not like I 'm going to get pregnant or anything. Besides, I loved fucking you dad. You are a very experienced and skillful lover. Teresa is a very lucky lady to have you as her boyfriend." "I'd say I'm the lucky one on that part. She is exquisite and beautiful. I am in love with her already Sue. I think she has stolen my heart in just two days." "She may have had a little help on that part dad. I had been telling her all about you and how great you are. I also guided her for the weekend. I kinda set you two up because I knew that you two would be great together. She confided in me that she loves older men one night. After that confession I really started to work on her about you. It didn't take much prodding on my part though. She was ready to have you one way or the other." "Well, I owe you a debt of gratitude Sue. You have done very well for your old man." "Yeah? Well just continue to pay my college bills and I will call it even daddy." Her laughter brought the other girls into the living room to see what was so funny. We just laughed and looked at each other with a conspiring secret. Teresa moved over to me and took my arm in hers. She leaned up and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek. "Hey you two, what's so funny?" "Oh nothing really. Just an old father-daughter joke. You guys wouldn't understand it and definitely not find it funny like we do." "Yeah, besides, an old man like me needs a laugh every once in a while. This one was with my daughter. The next one will be with you Teresa. I promise." Teresa hugged me close and was stuck to me like glue on paper. I found it to be a very good feeling. I loved having someone to look out for. It didn't hurt that she was so beautiful and good-natured too. These girls had taught me so much this weekend. I was still a bit stunned by what I had done and had been done to me. Becky, Cindy, and Sue hugged us both as they left. They promised to be back on the next weekend and have some more 'fun'. I was a bit fearful of how much 'fun' they were planning, since I seemed to be the sole male recipient of all that attention. I was going to be worn out quite a bit if this kept up too long. "Don't worry Dave. I'll keep you fed and your energy level up to snuff. You will be the stud of the state. MY STUD of course. God I love you honey. I can't believe that this has finally happened and we are together. I feel so...LOVED right now." It seemed that Teresa already knew my thoughts as I thought them. I felt like she was a part of me. I wondered if the feeling was mutual. Looking at her I realized that it was. Her eyes communicated so much love and feeling towards me that it would have been hard to miss. "Hey Teresa, I love you too. You have no idea how much your being here is a tonic for this old man. You are so alive and vibrant. Madeleine would have loved you and I am sure she is very happy for me right now." "Do you think so? She would have loved me? She is happy for you right now?" "Oh yeah. I knew her so well. I will know you that well too. We were meant to be together you know. Sue even said so." "Sue thinks that? Then I am the happiest girl on the face of the earth tonight. I value Sue's opinion a lot. She is one smart cookie your daughter." "Yes she is. Not as smart as my new girlfriend though. You are a very smart and good looking woman Teresa." "Smart or sexy? Is that a pickle in your pocket or are you just glad to have me?" Come here you tart. I have a little something for you right here." "THAT'S NOT A LITTLE SOMETHING DAVE. That is a huge something. Can I have it right now? I want it right now, right here." "Right here? We are in the front yard minx. What if the neighbors see us out here having fun?" "Invite them over to watch up close. Then we can watch them up close. Maybe then we can all watch each other together up close." "Girl, you have such a mind on those shoulders. Where do you come up with these ideas?" "I learned them from the master. You gave them to me." "Oh really? Well, how about this idea?" Reaching out I grabbed Teresa by her waist and pulled her into me. I stuck my tongue into her open and waiting mouth. Our kiss caused us to begin to strip right out in our front yard. Naked I set her on the front steps and spread her legs wide. I knelt down and began to lick her pussy and exposed asshole top to bottom. She leaned back and spread her arms out on the upper stair leaving no doubt that she loved what I was doing to her. I could see her nipples getting hard as little rocks and I reached up with a free hand to finger and pinch them as my tongue explored her hot area between her legs. Her shaven pussy turned me on like no tomorrow. I loved the silky smooth feeling on my lips and tongue. So soft and so smooth I was lost in my fun as I ate her to an orgasm. Soon she pushed me off of her and we switched places. I sat down and she knelt between my legs. Her tongue explored just like mine had her. I could feel it at my tight little asshole and she actually fucked me there with her tongue for a bit. She then moved up and took my cock down her throat sucking me like a vacuum cleaner. The closer I came to cumming the more she would change her tactics. She was driving me crazy and not letting me cum. She brought me close several times and then would back off. She did it on purpose. She knew exactly how much to tease me and when to let up. After a bit I realized that we had missed the sunset so enthralled were we in our sexual fun. Teresa finally let me cum and it was a huge orgasm. I think it was the best of the weekend especially because she was still here and we were a couple. It felt 'right'. We got up and went inside to finish before we got eaten alive by the bugs. In the living room she tackled me, getting me on the couch. There she pushed me back and straddled me like an Amazon woman taking her captive male slave. "This is going to be a long fun night sweetie. I hope you are up for what I got to give you. I have been saving up all this time for when it was just you and I alone together." "Oh really? You mean that I haven't worn you out yet?" "Not by a long shot Dave. You are about to get a lesson in making out that will take you into tomorrow. I am going to go all night long on your cock. Until you can't possibly get it up anymore. Then, I'll start on your other body parts. You will be the most satisfied man in town tomorrow morning. I am sure of that." Teresa began to fuck me with a passion I had not yet seen from her. This girl truly loved to fuck. I was happy that I was the one she truly loved to be fucking. Her pussy was squeezing my cock and I could feel her muscles griping it in a milking sort of way. I was into my first orgasm before I knew it. She kept on with me until about two o'clock in the morning. We both fell asleep on the couch. In the morning I woke up a bit late and had to call in. By the time I had my boss on the line Teresa was giving me a blowjob to end all blowjobs. It made it difficult to talk to my boss. I managed to get my message out about being sick. I thought I heard him say as he got off the phone that I had maximus-sex-itus. Teresa was sucking me and taking all of me into her throat. Her fingers were in my asshole fingering and rubbing me in a spot that made me almost shoot off in a few minutes. I was amazed at what she knew about male anatomy. Just before I came she backed off and took me by the hand and marched me into the bedroom to finish what she had started. Pushing me onto the bed, which I was getting used to getting pushed onto by now, she took me back into her mouth. Her body was alongside of mine so I grabbed her leg and pulled her over onto me so I could get at her pussy. As she sucked me I started to suck and finger her pussy and asshole. I had four fingers in each of her holes and my tongue was getting in where it could. She shuddered and started to cum for me. I let her go off before letting up on her a bit. As she recovered she began to suck on me with renewed vigor. Suddenly she pulled off of me and spun around. She aligned my cock with her asshole and pushed down, taking me into her ass in one long slow shove. After she got used to my being in there, she rolled her hips back and forth, fucking me in a slow and wonderful way. We stayed that way after we both came and fell asleep. Our whole day went that way. We would wake up and then start fucking or sucking each other never quitting until nightfall. We were both worn out that night and after we showered and ate we went to bed and slept the night away. She used my second car to go to school in the morning and I went in to work. The guys at work teased me quite a bit since they knew that I hadn't missed a day of work since Madeline had died. I took it all day before I let it out that I had a girlfriend now. Then the questions started. Who was she? What did she look like? Had we made-out yet? How was she in the sack? I just listened to the questions and didn't answer them. It drove them all nuts. By the end of the day they were practically begging for any little tidbit of information that I refused to give them. Arriving home I saw that Teresa was already there. I came in as she was hanging up the phone. She ran up to me and gave me a hug and a big kiss. "That was mom and dad. I just told them about us. Is that all right with you?" "Yeah. How did they take it? Did you tell them how old I was? The whole story?" "Yes I told them everything. Dad wasn't too happy with you or me for that matter, but mom was happy for us. Her uncle and aunt were just like us. He was twenty-four years older than she was. They had a great marriage." "Is your dad going to be a problem for you?" "Oh no. My mom will work on him and by the time Thursday rolls around it will be all right. You'll see." "Thursday? Why Thursday?" "Well, we are invited over to their place for dinner. They want to meet my new man. It will be ok. Honest." Two nights later I found myself escorting my girlfriend to her parents house. It was a nice home in an exclusive neighborhood. I could see that her father had money and probably some prestige. I hoped that this night went well. Our introduction was a bit stiff and almost cold. By the time dinner was served though, we were all getting along pretty well. I could see her father eyeing me up, trying to tell if I was a good man or not. Eventually he invited me into his den for a chat. Teresa was helping her mom with the dishes so she missed the two of us going off. "Hmmmm...So you and my daughter are dating?" "Yes we are." "What do you do for a living?" "I am an engineer for an aerospace firm." "Tell me, do you like my daughter, well, I mean..." "Tom, I love your daughter. She has been a godsend for me. Ever since I lost my wife several years ago I have been, well, lost. She has ended up being the beacon in my life. I love her very much." "You understand my concern I hope. Nothing against you particularly, I'm just concerned that my daughter doesn't get hurt." "I know exactly what you mean. I have a daughter just Teresa's age. Matter of fact, they are best friends. I have had some thoughts about our age differences too." "Your daughters best friend? Sue is your daughter? I wasn't aware of that until now. She is a bright and level headed young lady your daughter." "Teresa is also. You have done a fine job of raising her you know. That is part of the reason I love her so much. She is so bright and level-headed." "Well, it seems that we both admire each others daughter. You of course love mine. What are your intentions?" "I would like to make sure we are compatible, then if it all works out, I want to marry Teresa. I would like you to accept us as a married couple if possible." "My daughter is a strong-willed young lady. Of course you probably already know that. If you are good enough for her in her eyes, then you are good enough for me Dave. I do have a problem with the age difference, but not that much of a problem." The rest of the night went very well. Teresa's mother was very interested in me and where I lived. She seemed to know more about us than she let on. I asked Teresa about that on the way home. "Your mom seemed to know something about us. Like possibly we were having sex or something." "Yes. She does. I told her about us. Everything." "You didn't tell her about Cindy, Becky and Sue did you?" "Of course not. I don't want her to think her daughter is a slut or something. I just told her that we have slept together. She also knows that I am going to move in with you too." "How did that go over with her? Was she upset?" "Oh a little, until I told her that I loved you and you loved me. Then I told her that we were probably going to get married pretty quickly too. I hope that was all right with you Dave." "Married? When do you want to get married Teresa?" "Oh, not right away. I was just letting mom know that we were very serious that's all." "Oh." We drove in silence for a bit then I heard Teresa's soft voice, barely over the road noise. "You do want to marry me right? I mean...well...I want to marry you if you want to marry me...someday of course...not right away..." I broke in because I had been thinking about that very thing for the last few days. "Teresa, I have been thinking about that and I want to clear the air out about this subject right now." My voice must have made her fearful of what I was about to say since she started to beg off on what she had just said to me. "I don't... I didn't mean now...I meant that someday we might want to, if you..." "Teresa, listen to me for a minute please? I have been thinking about the future and us. I am not getting any younger. I am in love with you so much it almost chokes me when I think about it. I think we should get married as soon as you feel comfortable with it. I want to marry you as soon as possible honey. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH." Teresa grabbed me as I was driving and almost caused me to swerve off the road. I regained control of the car and pulled over as quickly as I could not sure what she was thinking. I could see tears running down her face as I brought the car to a rolling stop. As soon as I had the car in park she fell into my arms hugging and kissing me franticly. "Oh I love you so much Dave. Yes, YES lets get married. I want to marry you right now. I just know that we will work out so well, so perfectly. Oh GOD I LOVE YOU TOO." Our lips met in a wild kiss, our hands entwined. Her mouth was hot and her tongue searching out mine. We were like teenagers at a drive-in movie. (For those of you who can't remember a drive-in movie you shouldn't be reading this you are too young.) Our intense kissing led to heavy petting right there alongside the highway. Cars shooting by as two lovers made out. Soon I had her top off and her bra opened. It was a front closure type similar to the ones my wife had worn so long ago. I had her breasts in hand and was just beginning to suck on one when the lights came on behind us. We separated and she pulled herself together as the patrolman came up along the car. "License and registration please, sir." "Is there a problem officer?" I asked him that as I got the registration out of the glove box. "Yes. You are not supposed to park here. You really should take it somewhere off the road system, don't you think?" He was shining his light over Teresa as she struggled with her blouse. I was a bit embarrassed by being caught like this. After all I was older than the cop standing outside my car right now. "Sorry sir. I will take us straight home. Promise." He laughed a bit then handed me back my license and registration. "See that you do sir. See that you do. Are you all right young lady? Do you need a hand?" "Oh. Yes I am all right. I'm just a little embarrassed officer. I have never been caught by a cop while making out before." "It shows ma'am. You two be good until you get home ok? Don't let me catch you doing this along the road again hear?" "YES SIR." As he walked back to his car we burst out laughing. Imagine, getting stopped by a cop on the highway. What would her parents have said to this? I was sure that Cindy, Becky, and Sue would have found this all hilarious. Teresa's parents would have been mortified. By the time we got home the tension between us was so tight you could have played a tune on it. I opened the door and before I could step into the house Teresa had my pants on the way down, my cock in her mouth. I had her blouse off for the second time this night and her bra followed quickly. Her nipples were standing out farther than I had ever seen before. This cop stopping us must have fueled a fire in her mind somehow. I was going to benefit from that now. As we fell into the house, the lights came on suddenly and Sue, Cindy and Becky were standing in front of us. Sue had let them in and they had been waiting for us to find out how things went with Teresa' parents. They all were in their nightgowns. We had woke them up from their sleep. The weekend started a day early. I was in demand that whole night. Teresa got her use of me as much as she wanted, but I could tell she had really wanted it to be just us that night. She was a good sport though and didn't let on to the others. Just went to show how well we were beginning to know each other now. I could see what her feelings were, and I was sure she could see mine. We each kept quiet and just let the other girls enjoy the night. Sue, after about six hours of sex of all kinds had a moment with me out of earshot of the others. "We interrupted you guys didn't we?" "Oh honey, its all right. Teresa and I were counting on being alone tonight, but this is ok. We will have other nights to be alone with each other." "Yes you will, but it is important for you two to be able to have some control over your lives on weekends too. I am going to talk to the other girls. I think that you two need more time just to be with each other." "Hey, talk it over with Teresa first Sue. Whatever she wants is what I will want." "That is what she told me just a few minutes ago. What ever Dave wants is what I will want. You two have become one already. Unbelievable. You might as well get married tomorrow." "Funny, that is what we were talking about when the cop caught us making out tonight." "Making out? In your car? A cop caught you making out in your car? TONIGHT? You were talking about getting married tonight?" "Slow down there Sue. First of all, yes a cop caught us making out. Secondly, we were off the road parked. Thirdly, we had been talking about getting married soon, not tonight, although if we could, I imagine we would have." "My father and my best friend, pulled over by the police for making out on the road. That has to be some kind of record. You should know better dad. GOD." The other girls had crowded around us and were laughing at Teresa and I. They had their fun until we all got sleepy and went to bed. Teresa and I were in our bed together, alone, until Becky came in and crawled up on the other side of me, away from Teresa. "I want to say something to you two. I have been thinking about our deal and I think that I should bow out. You two are so happy together and I am just a third wheel. It's all right; I think I have a guy on the line at school. He is so cute; and he is older than me by a bit too. I love you guys and all, but this will be my last weekend with you, you know, with the sex and all." She hugged me close and then rolled over me to hug Teresa. We held her between us and as we lay there we fell asleep. In the morning I awakened to two tongues, two sets of lips caressing my body. Both headed in the same direction. My eyes opened to see Teresa and Becky on each side of my cock, worshiping it like it was a god or something. I just enjoyed the feelings and tingles that ran through my body as they worked me up to a state of readiness. I don't think I will ever forget the feeling of a pair of lips and a tongue on my balls, sucking and licking me there as another pair of lips and a tongue were taking my cock into a hot mouth, then throat. It was something to remember for sure. I loved every second of it. I also had two hot tight and wet pussy's to enjoy at the same time. I was fingering them both. One finger led to two, which led to three, then four. Soon I was fisting them both as they gave me an excellent blowjob, made in heaven. I didn't last as long as they did, shooting off into Teresa's mouth, filling her to the brim with my cum. Becky licked up what Teresa let by and they were both moaning as I increased my efforts on them. By the time Cindy and Sue came into the room we were already starting on our second run. Cindy jumped on the bed and Sue wasn't far behind. Teresa and Becky pulled away from me as Cindy took me into her mouth and Sue straddled my head. I was soon busy with eating my daughter as Cindy lowered her pussy onto my very hard cock. Teresa and Becky played where they could as the new girls had their way with me. My senses were in overload. I didn't last long that time. After that we rested and then got up and had some breakfast. We all showered and then met in the living room. "Well, what do you gals have on the agenda for today?" "We have a plan of sorts. You are going to like it a lot. We hope anyway." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah. We are going to keep you tied up for the whole day Dave. You are going to be begging for mercy at the end of this day for sure." "And just how do you propose to tie me up all day?" "Like THIS." With that I realized, too late of course, that they really meant to tie me up. Cindy had been holding one hand while Teresa Held my other. Sue was in front of me and just sunk down on her knees blocking my feet from assisting me in anyway. Becky had gotten some rope from somewhere, and then they proceeded to tie me up. After they had their handiwork finished they picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. There, I was retied spread eagled to the bed. I felt very exposed and almost vulnerable. I knew that as long as Teresa was there they wouldn't do anything that I really didn't want them too since she would stop it. I hoped anyway. They began to tease me and fondle me as I helplessly lay there. I had hands and fingers, tongues and mouths all over me. I was in a constant state of excitement, not knowing just what they had in store for me. Teresa came up to me and put a blindfold over my eyes. She gave me a very endearing look just before my eyes were covered. Her last words to me were quietly spoken. "Trust me to let you have the most wonderful time today Dave. I will watch over you and not let anything bad happen to you, I promise. Just go with the flow and you will have the most fun a man has ever had." "I trust you with my life Teresa, remember that always. I trust you with my life. I love you." "I love you too. Now just relax, we have some new things to try out here. You're going to love this day for sure." I heard them all leave the room and giggling like little schoolgirls in the living room. After a bit, maybe twenty minutes I heard them all come back into the room. I soon felt two mouths on my chest. Each mouth took a nipple into it and began to suck. One was lightly biting while the other softly and tenderly just sucked and tongued me. I next felt a mouth taking my cock into it fully. Then the fourth mouth moved to take in my balls, one at a time. Carefully and gently. I had four mouths on me and they were driving me crazy. Then all of the sudden I had a mouth on my mouth, a tongue insistently demanding entrance. I then felt yet one more mouth on my stomach, tonguing my bellybutton. What the fuck was happening? There were more people in the room now than when we had started. At first I thought that I had missed or not kept track, but the other or rather, the original four mouths were still at work on me. These others were definitely new and added to the four. I had for sure, six women, or at least I hoped they were all women, having their way with me. Tied up like I was there was nothing for me to do but let it all happen and hope for the best later. Soon I felt the mouths on my nipples pull off, then the ones on my cock and balls pulled away. I had been on edge of orgasm and gave out a little groan as they pulled away. I still had two mouths on me after the others pulled off. I was wondering who they belonged to, but they weren't saying anything so there was nothing to give them away. I lay there as the two new mouths explored my body. I was in a quandary. Who was now here? I hadn't seen anyone with the girls at all. I was mystified and a bit unsure as how to act or react. Teresa came up along side of me and whispered into my ear. "Hey honey. Just relax. These new girls will have their fun with you and when they feel comfortable, maybe, just maybe we will take off the blindfold to let you see the new additions to your harem." "My harem? Since when have I had a harem?" "Since last weekend silly. You have been a harem master since last weekend." "Some master I am, all tied up and blindfolded. I thought that the master was in control of all in their harems. Not being controlled." "Hey, this harem has inventive ways to please...master." I now had a very wet and very hot pussy sliding up and down my cock. Teresa moved away and another, or the other woman with me put her pussy right on my mouth. She tasted sweet and salty at the same time. Almost like strawberries with a dash of salt in the mix. My new companions kept me quite hot and bothered for the next hour. I believe that both fucked me and both used my mouth and tongue too. They were very experienced in what they did with their mouths and tongues as they licked and sucked me. When they finished with me the rest of them all left, leaving just Teresa and I there. Teresa took off my blindfold and hugged me. I noticed that she did not untie me. "We will keep you tied up for a bit yet. Uh, do you need to...you know..." "Visit the little boys room?" "Uh yeah. Do you need to go to the bathroom sweetie?" "That would be nice. I wouldn't want to have an accident in front of you all." Teresa got the other conspirators, and together they got me loose and guided me into the master bathroom. I never saw the two new 'additions' to my 'harem'. After I finished my business I was led and tied back up again. Lying on the bed I had no choice but to relax as much as a man could in that situation. The blindfold reappeared and was fastened on me. I knew that the 'new' girls were to be there at that point, so that meant that they hadn't left. I soon had six pairs of hands on my body, massaging and rubbing me all over. As time went on hands became tongues and mouths. Then other things began to rub on certain parts of me. After several women had 'used' me and had strong orgasms, I was left with two mouths and tongues on my cock. They skillfully brought me back into an erect condition. As I was getting this delicious dual blowjob Teresa came up to my head and removed the blindfold. My eyes took in a sight that startled me and left me speechless. The two mouths and tongues belonged to two lovely ladies of about my age. I had never seen them before in my life. They were looking up at me, into my eyes as their tongues licked and played with my erect cock. Looking at them I saw that there were some familiar features that I almost recognized, but not quite enough to tell who they were. Cindy stepped up in sight of me. "Mom, this is Dave, Dave, this is my mom. Oh, Carol, her name is Carol." Looking down I saw the redheaded lady nod her head and smile. Her tongue quickly went back to work on me after that slight pause. She didn't blush or seem embarrassed at all for us to be introduced while she was playing with my cock. Becky moved up and smiled at me. "This one is going to really surprise you Dave. You have no idea." "Oh yeah?" "Aunt Kathy, this is Dave, Dave, my Aunt Kathy. She is visiting my parents this week." Aunt Kathy smiled and had a bit of a blush, but she quickly returned to her ministrations on me. She had short blonde hair and I could see that her body was quite shapely. Her breasts were pretty firm and looked all natural. Carol had a nice body too. Her pussy was well trimmed with a patch just above her pussy, in the shape of a small triangle. Where had this all come from I wasn't sure. I wasn't going to complain either. I noticed that Teresa was hanging in close to me appearing unsure about all of this. I could tell that she felt threatened by these two older ladies. I cleared my throat and got her attention. I gave her a look of love and singular attention. Reassured, she moved up close to me and leaned down to whisper into my ear. "I love you Dave, remember that. I love you and you are my man." "Always Teresa, I am always your man, forever and ever. I love you too." She kissed me thoroughly and then sat near my head to watch the goings on around us. Since I was still tied up I had no choice but to do the same. I was however the center of quite a bit of attention. Good, touchy feely attention. "I understand that you know how to please a woman with your hands Dave. Would you be so kind as to show me your technique?" Carol was looking at me and stroking my hand. I was a bit confused for a moment until I saw Cindy blushing as red as a beet. I knew then that the girls had mentioned or flat out told these ladies about our fisting adventures. I began to answer her when I noticed that Kathy was slipping up and taking my other hand in hers. "Yes, we have heard so much about how you can use your hands to please and pleasure a woman. I have never tried it but it sound very interesting. Could you show me too?" "Uh, well, I'm kind of tied up at the moment. Maybe, if I get free later I will be able to demonstrate a bit of what I can do." "It's later now. Untie him girls. I have to try this out. I have been waiting all day for him to do me that way, and I can't wait another minute." Kathy was busy untying me as she spoke out. I could feel her shaking as she fumbled with the ropes that had me bound. The others were smiling and Teresa was actually laughing as both women became frustrated trying to get me untied. "Looks like that 'sicko perverted act' has both of you worked up. Wait until he gives you the works. You will think you have died and gone to heaven." Teresa was teasing them as they really started to fumble and get in each other's way trying to get me free. I was amused to see these women in such a, well, panic, to get me undone so that I could show them that 'sicko perverted act' that they so desperately wanted to try. I decided to tease them a bit too. They were still trying to get my hands free, so I had some time yet. "Who do you want to see me demonstrate my technique on? Teresa? Cindy? Becky? Maybe Sue?" "Damn you, I want you to show ME." Carol was almost crying with her frustration of not being able to get me untied. Kathy was looking at me and had finally gotten my one hand free. She now moved down to my feet and started there. "I think you should show both of us personally. I know that I would be interested in finding out what the big deal is first hand." Kathy was almost smiling as she said that. She had emphasized the 'hand' part of her statement as she said that too. I think she knew that it was as big of a turn on for me as it was for the girl who was the recipient of my knowledge. New found knowledge, but knowledge nonetheless. "GOD DAMNIT. Get me a knife, this rope won't come undone." Carol was almost furious. Her level of frustration was beyond her ability to keep calm now. I had no idea why she was so worked up. I would have thought that most women would have been very reluctant to have a man fist them. Looking over at Cindy I realized that she must have told her mom a much-exaggerated version of how it had felt. Her mom must have thought about it for who knew how long and built a vision in her head of an unbelievable feeling to have. That was just my guess. Cindy stepped in and untied me since her mom's hands were shaking so bad she couldn't get them to cooperate. Carol lay down by me and was grabbing at me to start with her. She was flushed and looked almost desperate. I obliged her hurry and got in position between her legs. Sue brought some oil in and handed it to me. I began to lightly oil my hand and then I poured a bit on Carol's pussy. I swear it was almost steaming it was so hot. She had her legs up with her knees near her head. They were also spread out just past her shoulders. In this position her pussy was slightly open and I could see her juices running down her onto the bed. This lady was very interested in being fisted, that was obvious. I started with two fingers and quickly added one more. In a minute, with Carol almost crying with need, I added a fourth. Her hips were rocking up trying to take me into her, but I could tell that she was still too tight for the next step. I spread my fingers a bit at a time, until I felt her loosen up a bit. Keeping up the pace I then put my thumb into the mix. As soon as I had it started into her she moved a bit upwards and suddenly my hand slipped into her very, very, tight pussy. "OH GOD. OH GOD. Wait. NO. More. NO Wait. OH FUCK THIS IS INCREDIBLE." Her breathing was ragged and she was flushing out on her chest. Her nipples were enlarged and looked very hard. Her pussy lips were sucking on my wrist, trying to get more of my hand into her. I was fascinated by the way this woman was reacting to this debauched act. 'Aunt' Kathy was almost in the way she was trying so hard to see what I was doing and how Carol was taking it. I could see Kathy fingering herself as she watched us. "Why don't you lie down next to Carol, Kathy and then I can start on you too." "Right now? You can do both of us at the same time?" "Two of you, two hands, you do the math hon. I can and actually have done two at once, haven't I girls?" "Oh yeah, he did Teresa and Becky both at the same time the other night. They loved it too. It was great." Kathy lay down by Carol, so they were a bit apart and spread her legs. I oiled her up with my free hand and began to work my magic on her. Carol was orgasming and it was a very long and hard one. I kept my hand in her the whole time with the intent of giving her the best that I could. She was to teach me something about some women that night. Her orgasm went on and on. She kept having little ones after the big one and every time I went to pull out my hand she would start another one. Kathy took to it as well as Carol did. I had them both cumming for quite a bit. While they were cumming Teresa got on all fours between them and stuck her ass in my face. "Lick me Dave. I want you to get me off with your tongue honey. I really need your attention right now." Teresa's pussy was literally running juices. I leaned in and lightly licked them up, off of her legs as they trickled down. As soon as I had her legs cleaned up good enough I started on her pussy. It didn't take much on my part and Teresa was soon in her own wonderland of orgasm and bliss. Teresa's back was arched so much I thought that she might hurt herself. Her tummy was down almost to the bed, sticking her ass straight up into the air. This made her pussy very available to my mouth and tongue. Since her asshole looked so inviting too, I just moved up as Teresa's orgasm took over her mind. My tongue slid into her asshole easily due to the position she was in and I tongue fucked her asshole until she about passed out. Here whole body shook and shuddered for quite a bit afterwards. I had removed my hands from the ladies I had been fisting and Carol was licking them clean of their juices. Kathy had started to suck on my hard bobbing cock. Sue had her tongue in my asshole and it appeared that Cindy was eating out Sue as she did me. This had all turned into a daisy chain almost. I looked around and then began to pay attention to Teresa as my blowjob continued. I had Teresa's ass cheeks in my hands and I started to lick and then suck on her asshole. I soon migrated down to her pussy and it spasmed as I licked across her slit. I felt my tongue being sucked into her hot wetness. She was moaning and I couldn't resist my girl's body begging for me. I pulled away from the blowjob and ass licking I was getting and shoved my cock into Teresa's exposed sex. The feeling of her tight hot pussy on my cock was a balm to my over excited senses and I lovingly began to stroke in and out slowly. Soon it was just Teresa and I on the bed as everyone else left us alone. I could hear them in the room next door and it sounded like they were continuing their fun without us. I was just into the moment with my love and didn't want to share anymore for the night. Teresa and I fucked and sucked for several hours and then collapsed, falling asleep hugging each other.

The Assignment Chapter 4 My husband and I slept in our bed that night. The very bed I had been so thoroughly well fucked on by Gary that afternoon while Jim was at school. I had let Gary take me in all of my holes and I had loved every second of it. My guilt flowed over me as I cleaned up after my session with Gary. I felt used and dirty. Then I remembered that Jim wanted me to have sex with men. Not a man, but many men. He wanted to witness me being 'raped' by several men, taken in all of my holes. I let myself off the hook at that point. I had done nothing wrong. I had done what Jim wanted me to do. His darkest fantasy was quickly becoming mine. I had loved Gary's cock stroking in my tight pussy. I had felt like a virgin all over again as his eleven-inch cock had touched places that had never felt anything like it. That night, lying next to Jim, I felt more in love with him than ever before. I had started down a path that would give both of us our greatest fantasies. Jim would be so proud of me when I got gangbanged at the party. He would see his wife 'taken' by several men. The next day Jim was busy doing homework. I cleaned up the house as usual, and then told him I was going out for a while. He nodded absently as I kissed him. He was engrossed in his studies, and I knew that he would be busy for the rest of the day. I left and went to the local mall, meeting Gary at the prearranged time. It was just a little before ten in the morning, and the mall was barely open. Gary ushered me in and we went to several stores. I tried on lots of outfits. Soon I had four very sexy dresses and then Gary said we needed accessories. We went into a Victoria's Secret and shopped there for quite a while. Gary dropped a bundle on clothes for me. I was intimidated by his choices, but he brushed off my worries as harmless fun. He reminded me of Jim's fantasy of me being a real slut. I tried on everything Gary pointed out. He chose each set and when we were done he took me to lunch. At lunch he mentioned that he wanted a few pictures of me in my sexy new clothes so that he could remember this day and the party day forever. After getting his assurances that he wouldn't show them to anyone I agreed. We went to his place and I tried on each combination of clothes. As I progressed they got more revealing and sexier. I was soon getting hot as I posed for Gary's camera. At one point Gary talked me into just the lingerie. Posing in the lingerie was making me so hot I finally told Gary that we should practice one more time. I wanted this party to go as smoothly as possible I told myself. Deep down I knew that what I really wanted was Gary's huge hot cock in my tight holes again. I was getting hooked on his cock and the illicit fucking we were doing. Gary soon had me naked and in his bed. We began to play around with each other. Gary suddenly got up and looked down at me as I reclined back on his bed totally nude. I didn't attempt to cover up or anything. I was being the slut of any man's dreams at this point. "Hey, I think that maybe we should get one or two more guy's over here and try a small gangbang, you know, to make sure you still will want more than one guy." "Oh, I don't know about that Gary. I don't want to let it get around that I am an easy lay for just any man, or men, since you are talking about a gangbang. I am married after all." "Yeah, but you have only had me, what if we get started and you decide that you can't do the gangbang? We will have quite a few men all worked up and nowhere to go. It could get real ugly and end up as a real rape. I think that we should make sure Kate, so that there are no problems later on." "Gary, I can understand what you are saying but I just can't fuck a bunch of guy's now. I have a husband at home who has no idea of what I have already done. I can't cheat on him like that." "Kate, he wants to see you with several men. He wants to see his wife getting gangbanged. He wants you to be ravished before his eyes. What if we start out on his fantasy and you decide to back out? How do you think he will react then? You need to be sure that you will go through with the plan so that his fantasy is fulfilled like he would want." The upshot of our talk was that I gave in and he called up some friends. I was horny and wanted his cock, so it didn't take much convincing on his part. He was also right; I did need to prove to myself that I could follow through on this whole thing like planned. We were into a make out session that was getting me as hot as the one the day before when the additional men arrived. He had called three guys and they all showed up, ready to fuck the slut. Me. In a matter of a few minutes they were naked and I had hands all over me. I had a moment of fear when they all descended on me and for the first time I used the safe word. "Gary, I need to call the school." He looked at me kind of funny then it dawned on him what I was really saying. He stopped everyone, much to their disgust, and pulled me into the bathroom. "I'm afraid that I can't do this Gary. All of those men, I am just not sure anymore." "Kate, I will send them home if you want, but could you try just a bit more. I will have them back off a bit and we will not be so aggressive. I think you may have gone into an overload with all of the hands and mouths touching you. Please try. Jim really wants this you know." After thinking about it, I decided that Gary was right. Jim did want this, so for his fantasy I would try harder to go along with the plan. I loved Jim and wanted him to be very happy with me. I wanted to give him any fantasy he wanted. I also, deep down, wanted this to happen. I wanted to be taken by a group of men. I just had felt afraid of my own needs for a second. When they had been touching me I had felt like just cutting loose and really going to town. I had almost succumbed to my 'inner slut' and let loose a new and improved Kate. I wanted to be Kate the whore, Kate the real world-class slut. I was afraid of not being able to hold back and never quitting this 'new me' lifestyle. My fears were that I wouldn't quit, even if Jim wanted me to. I realized that my reluctance at having more than one man was because I would go off and not want to stop having gangbangs. I felt that I could easily become a real big time slut if I didn't hold myself in check somewhat. I went back into Gary's bedroom and saw those naked men standing waiting. I looked at their cocks, judging which one would be the first where. I had juices flowing out of my pussy like a river. I saw them looking at my pussy and could tell they could see the moisture running down my legs too. "Come on over here slut. We have some business to do here." Gary was in his 'rapist' mode. I loved the feeling of helplessness that I had as if I had to do what I was ordered to do. I felt like a naked lamb being led into a den of wolves. "Hey bitch, get on the bed and spread those long sexy legs of yours. I want to see that pussy up close and personal like." The man who made that demand was a bit taller than Gary, and black. His cock was a little shorter than Gary's, but much fatter. I positioned myself sideways on the bed on my back, with my legs spread wide as I could. My head hung over one side and my pussy in the middle of it. As I lay there, they stepped up close and began to talk. They said such nasty things about me, talking like I wasn't even there. Like I was a piece of furniture or something. I was getting hotter and hotter the more they spouted off those nasty comments. "Shit, this bitch is wetter than a river in a rainstorm. She wants us bad. All this cock is turning her on pretty good." "Man I can't wait to get my prick in her ass. It looks so tight and hot." "You ever had a brother cunt? Once you goes black you never goes back." "Hey she just wants cock, she don't care if it's white, black, or polka-dotted. Just as long as they are in her holes she will be happy. This is what a real first class slut looks like boys." Gary had made that last comment. I truly felt the way he said those things. I didn't really care what the cock looked like in color or anything; I just wanted them to fuck me. They moved in on me. One guy got between my spread legs and started to lick and suck on my very wet pussy. I immediately went into an orgasm. They all laughed at that. "Shit this whore is cumming already, and we haven't even started to give her all of this cock. She is going to be a real memorable fuck." "WOW, what a slut. I can't wait until we have her old man watching us fuck her eyeballs out. He is going to shit when we have her cumming before we even touch her. He will know he is married to a real whore then." Their words inflamed my already horny body. I was in overdrive and ready to fuck and suck any man that came up to me now. I had never felt so nasty in my life. I had thoughts running through my mind that I had always brushed off. Now they were in the foremost part of my thinking. The guy eating my pussy suddenly got up. "We need to shave this cunt. I want bald pussy to eat and fuck. I think that we should shave her totally bald. Bald is best, that's my motto." I protested, knowing that I would have a hard time telling Jim why I had shaved. We had several arguments in the past when he had wanted me to shave myself down there. I didn't like the feeling of the hair when it grew back. Gary just said that I was his slut and his sluts were clean-shaven, like it or not. If I didn't shave, I didn't get the cock. My choice was limited to shave and get that cock, or not shave and go home, horny and wanting. I chose to get fucked. I would come up with something to tell Jim. Gary left and got a razor and shaving cream. Another man got a towel and a bowl of water. I was soon being shaved as I lay there on the bed. The man shaving me was cautious, but he was also fingering my pussy and asshole every chance he got. By the time I was clean-shaven, I had had three orgasms. After the shaving was finished the fucking began in earnest. Eventually I had one cock in my pussy, one in my mouth, and finally one in my ass. I had three cocks in my body and they were fucking me hard. Gary was watching the whole show. I thought at one point I saw flashes or bright lights, but didn't think anything of it since I was being so well fucked. I had orgasm after orgasm. Soon all of the men had had me in each hole. Cum was running out of my pussy and asshole freely. I had swallowed what seemed like gallons of cum. Cum in my hair, on my breasts, all over me. Four men had constantly fucked me for three and a half hours. I was totally exhausted by the time they wore out. Gary let me rest for a bit and then he got me dressed and took me home. He dropped me off a block away from the apartment. I walked the rest of the way, and if anybody watched me walk they could have probably seen that I was walking like a well-fucked whore. I waddled more than walked; my pussy and ass were a touch sore. I had cum dripping off of my hair, and running down my legs. I had cum flowing out of my asshole and pussy. They were also gaping wide open. I could feel the cool outside air dancing in and out of my tender holes. Arriving home Jim was still studying. I snuck through the house and slipped into the bathroom. I took a shower and as I stepped out Jim said through the door that we were going out to eat. I felt guilty, as I knew that I had been so well fucked this afternoon while Jim sat innocently at home doing his homework. I was able to cover my feelings of betrayal and told Jim that I would be ready in a moment. As I got dressed and Jim waited for me in our living room, I almost started to cry. I loved him so much, and I had been such a whore today. How would he feel if he knew how much I liked being gangbanged? Would he be all right with this or kick me out and leave me? Even though I was doing what he wanted, I wasn't sure if this 'extra' practice was a good idea. I was getting hung up on all of the cocks I had been fucking now. Going out to dinner or a movie was something new to our routine. Jim had finally started to take me out as if we were dating. I knew that he was trying to be the best husband for me he could be. It made me feel real good that I was working so hard to give him his fantasy now. He was going to love this party coming up. That Monday, as Jim was in school, I heard a knock at our door. When I opened it three of the guys I had gangbanged were standing there with smiles on their faces. "Hey Kate, I figured you wanted some more practice. I got the boys together and here we are." "Oh, I think we should wait until the party don't you?" "Kate, you want Jim to be pleased with his fantasy don't you? I think that you need some more practice. You know, so he will have his fantasy fulfilled." I relented, partly because I was horny, and partly because I did want everything to go smoothly at the party. They came in and in a matter of minutes I was naked and in our bedroom being fucked by three men. I had a cock in each hole and they were fucking me into nirvana, again. Since they showed up in the morning just after Jim left, we had the whole day to fuck. After the initial fuck that morning, one of them made a call, and soon there were six more men in my bed fucking me. The gangbang went on for the rest of the day, until about an hour and a half before Jim was due home. The guys helped me clean up the place, which surprised me quite a bit. I thought that they would just take off and leave me to do that. Had I known that this was all a scam and they wanted to make sure that Jim didn't find out until the party, well, everything would have been far different. The next day Gary showed up after Jim left and fucked me in all of my holes before lunch. I cleaned his cock up with my mouth after he pulled out of my asshole. I really liked doing this now. It made me feel like such a whore. Gary left at lunch and I cleaned the house up real well. I was getting it ready for the party, and trying to not let Jim see that I was preparing it for a party. I could do so much moving of stuff before he would get suspicious of my 'cleaning' so I just hoped that Gary would have some help over before Jim got home to help me get stuff lined out. The day of the party Gary showed up and fucked me just after lunch. He took my ass then my pussy, and then I swallowed his cum down my throat. Afterwards he filled me in on the details of the party. "I got about seven guys coming tonight. They are going to start to show up around four thirty or five. Jim should get home around five or so, so we will get him a chair and tied up like a for real forced deal. When he is tied up I will signal you and you can wear that dress with the slits up the side. No underwear, just the dress. Jim will be beside himself when he sees you in that number." "What about the rest of the week? You aren't going to take me out of town are you Gary?" "No baby, I am taking you to a very special place to spend the next four days. You will get all of the cock you want there. I will even provide some pussy for you to entertain too. Not to worry, everyone will have a clean bill of health before they are allowed to sample my slut." "No pictures Gary, I don't want any of this to come back and haunt me afterwards. This is going to be a one-time thing and after that I am just going to want Jim. OK?" "Oh yeah baby, no pictures and one time thing. You are in my capable hands now Kate. You can rely on me to do you up right. You just be my slut for the next few days and I guarantee you will have the time of your life. Then you can go back to Jim, just like planned." "God Gary, I can't wait. You are such a good friend to us. I hope Jim will appreciate all of the hard work you have done for us." "Kate, this hasn't been work, it has been a pleasure. I have loved each moment of the last week. I am only glad that I was able to help you guys out." Well, if you read my husbands story, you know what happened at the party. I acted like and was treated like a total world-class slut. I took on all the men there that night and Jim watched me get royally fucked. At one point I thought I saw Jim crying, but when I looked again I didn't see any tears, so I thought that I had been mistaken. He looked so helpless tied up in that chair as those men took me over and over. Gary's girlfriend was standing by Jim with a hand on his shoulder. At one point, Gary's girlfriend whispered something in Gary's ear. Soon I was straddled over two large cocks and took them in my now loose pussy. Once they were in, that loose pussy became very, very, tight again. As those two cocks stroked in and out of me another cock entered my ass. It was so deliciously tight. I then took a fourth cock into my throat. I got 'quad' fucked several times that week. That night, being the first time, sent me to nirvana. I couldn't believe that I had all of that cock in me at once. Gary told me later that at that point I had over three and a half feet of cock in my body. Unbelievable. At the end of the night, as I was leaving to go to Gary's party palace, I saw Jim struggling. He put on a real good and convincing show. I just knew that I had fulfilled his deepest and darkest fantasy and it had turned out eve better than I had hoped. Another plus was the fact that I had been so well fucked. God I loved being a slut. The next morning, at the fraternity house, I had a constant stream of hard bodies coming and cumming to me. I was kept busy all that day fucking and sucking cock. At lunchtime I ate some food that Gary had prepared and took a shower. After lunch, two girls showed up and started to fondle me. I wasn't sure about the lesbian thing and said as much to Gary. "Hey, I don't know about doing women Gary. I am not a lesbian or anything, I like cock, not pussy." "Kate, you are my slut for the next three days yet. If I want you to do pussy, you do pussy. If I want you to do cock, you do cock. If I tell you to do a horse, you will do the fucking horse. You are my slut. You are my whore. On Sunday night, at midnight, you are Jim's wife again. Until then, you are my slut. Do not forget that." "What if I use my safe word Gary? Will you still honor that?" "Oh, yeah, I will still honor that Kate, but have I had you do anything that you haven't enjoyed yet?" "No, you haven't. But a horse? Come on Gary, you can't be serious." "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. You just act like my slut and I will make sure you have a real good weekend Kate. I am your master for the rest of this weekend, like you agreed to." He sounded so dark and foreboding. I was certainly not going to do a horse, and I didn't think that I was going to do women either. By three o'clock that afternoon I was licking a pussy and having mine sucked by those two women. Gary had a crowd of men watching us too. I didn't care; I had discovered that I liked pussy as well as cock. I still preferred cock though. That night Gary took me down to an adult movie theater. There we went to the back and went into a booth. This is where I learned about 'glory-holes' for the first time. I had never been in an adult theater before in my life. Gary put some quarters in the slot and started a movie. I looked around a saw the holes in the walls. One of the holes was huge. You could have put two basketballs through it, at once. The other holes were smaller, although you could clearly see that an arm could fit through them at any point. We watched the movie for a minute then I noticed a cock poking through the largest hole in the wall. It was the biggest, blackest, and hardest cock I had ever seen. Gary nudged me towards it. "Give it a lick Kate. He wants you suck him. Suck his cock until he shoots off into your throat. I want you to face fuck that black cock, slut." "What about a condom? I don't want to get a disease Gary." "Kate, just do it! Get down on your slut knees and suck that cock right now. I am the master here. He won't have a disease, Christ you worry too much. Just suck that cock." Reluctantly, I got down and began to lick and suck on that monster cock. Soon he was thrusting it in and out of my mouth. Gary pulled up on my hips as I gave the blowjob to the strange cock. He positioned me just so and the next thing I knew there was another cock entering my pussy. I glanced over and realized that it wasn't Gary! He was standing beside me as the cock in my pussy was ramming in and out of me. I had a total stranger fucking me as I sucked yet another stranger. My brain went into overdrive and I started to orgasm. I had two strange cocks in me and I loved it. Gary grabbed my head and began to thrust it against the cock in my mouth. Soon I had it in my throat. The black strangers balls were bouncing on my chin, as I would bottom out at the base of that huge shaft. He started to groan and I knew he was about to cum. He shot off and Gary kept my head at the base of his cock. All of the sperm from that big black specimen of black manhood shot into my throat. I swallowed and swallowed. I drank in all of the sperm and didn't spill a drop. He pulled out and turned to go. "Hey man, stick around, this slut wants you to fuck her asshole with that piece of meat too." "Are you shitting me? No woman has ever taken this in her ass. It is way to big for that." "You saying you don't want to fuck this sluts ass?" "No man, if she wants to have this cock in her ass she gets the cock in her ass. I have to go piss, I'll be back." Meanwhile the man in my pussy was cumming. His sperm felt hot, and there was a copious amount of it. He pulled out and I could feel cum running down my legs. Gary was stroking my hair and calling me his 'best little slut'. The man who had just fucked me had a plastic cup in his hand and he held it under my pussy. I could feel him scraping cum off of my leg. Soon he was holding it out in front of my face. "Have a drink whore. My cum from your pussy, a real cocktail don't you think?" I took the proffered drink and tilted it up. As his cum ran done my throat I realized that I really loved the taste of all cum now. I must have since I was drinking it out of a cup in front of a complete stranger, and it was that stranger's cum I was drinking. The black man came back and Gary let him in the room with us. Gary took the bench along the wall and set it up in the middle of the room. The black man laid down on it and his huge shaft stuck way up in the air. Gary picked me up in his strong arms and set me over that monster cock. I soon had it starting into my asshole. It was very painful going at first, but pretty soon I had all of it in my poor abused, yet very tight ass. The way the bench was positioned, my head was at the large hole in the wall as I reclined back. Soon a cock was sticking through and Gary had me throating it. This man I was sucking grabbed my head and really started to fuck my throat. This caused my body to move back and forth on the cock in my ass. Gary opened the door to the booth and another man entered. His cock was out and he crawled up on top of me. I now had three cocks in me, fucking me like I was just a hole for cock. I was orgasming on a steady basis. I had never felt so debauched, so dirty, so nasty. I loved every minute of this fucking. The man in my pussy shot off first, and Gary caught the cum as it ran out of me. He had kept that cup the other man had used on me earlier. The man in my mouth shot off and I swallowed all of his offering. When the black man in my ass started to shake Gary pulled me off of his cock and had me throat it as he shot off. He really had a load, even though it was his second time in less than an hour. Towards the end of the night Gary had me drink the cum in the cup in front of six men. They moaned and made crude comments as I licked my lips then the dregs from the cup. I relished the comments and the cum too. We were at the movie theater for hours. When I got back to the frat house everyone was asleep or gone out. Gary showered me clean and put me to bed. I could feel my holes gaping open. The next morning they were still loose and my pussy lips hung down quite a bit. I really hoped that they would tighten back up. That morning Gary let me rest up. That afternoon we went out and to a basketball game. It was a semi-pro game, and Gary had me in the shortest dress we had gotten. It also was extremely low cut. My breasts were almost totally exposed, and if I bent over too far, which was not very much in this number, they would spill out into view of all around. Gary wouldn't let me wear any underwear either, so I had to be careful of how I sat and walked so I didn't expose myself and my clean-shaven cunt. Being dressed like I was made me so horny and feel so wanton. I was a true slut. "I have a friend you are going to meet. He is out on the floor playing right now. You are going to entertain him and his friends after the game. You will love this Kate. You are such a good slut now." I was pleased that Gary was happy with my being a good slut. I was trying hard, and he was making sure that I got fucked a bunch. I felt so whorish sitting in a crowd of people in that dress, showing most of what I had to offer. I could hear some comments around me as I sat there watching the game. Most were from women, talking to other women, or their men. "Do you see what that slut is wearing in public? What a whore." "Don't look at her you prick, you are my husband. She is probably some prostitute. You just pay attention to the game or we are leaving." "Honey, can you see that whore sitting over there? Now do you see why I won't dress like that for you? Listen to what everyone is saying about her. Do you want them to talk about me like that?" "She isn't wearing anything under that dress, what a whore. Quit looking at her, you are my husband, you jerk." I could have given them a clue or two about what their husbands wanted at that point, but they wouldn't have believed me, nor would they have listened. I wouldn't have were I in their place just three weeks ago either. Now I knew far more and far better. Gary had his hand on my thigh as we watched the game, and soon I felt it going up and under the material of my dress. He was fingering me in public in a crowd of people. I was being felt up and people could see his hand had gone under my dress and since it was so short, they had to know that he was fingering my pussy. His other hand worked its way into the top of my dress, and pretty quick he was rolling a nipple around between his fingers. God, I was getting so hot. Anyone with an ounce of sense would see and know that I was a slut to allow this to happen in public. After the game, Gary's friend's team won, he took me down a hallway and into a locker room. There were tall naked men everywhere. I was the only woman in the whole place. His friend came over as I watched all of that cock dancing around me. "Hey man, what did you think of the game? Is this Kate?" "Great game Steve, great game. Yeah this is my slut Kate. She is here to entertain you guys. She always likes to fuck winners." "Shit, this lady is great looking. Where on earth did you ever find such a good looking slut?" "Her husband wanted her to do this. His fantasy you know. She has been doing real well too. So far she hasn't refused to do anything I have asked her to do. She is a real first class slut. Aren't you Kate?" "Uh, yes. I am Gary's slut, Kate. I will do anything he wants me to do. What do you want me to do Gary?" "Well Kate, my friends here just won a game. You should be congratulating them, don't you think?" I knew that Gary wanted me on my knees sucking cock at that point, so I pulled the straps of my dress off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. The men started to crowd around me whistling and making crude comments. "Christ would you look at the tits on that bitch. What a slut, dropping that dress off like that in front of us. She must want it bad, real bad." "Hey momma, come over here and kiss the winning cock." I moved over to that man and went to my knees. I took his large black cock into my mouth and after a few strokes I had most of it in my throat. He closed his eyes and moaned. "Look at that cocksucker! She took all of his cock in one stroke. I want her to blow me too. I have never seen any whore take that much cock all the way like that, ever." "Gary, you have trained this one right for sure. Can she take cock in her ass too?" "Don't you know it man. She will take cock in all of her holes. She has even had two in her pussy and one in her ass at the same time. She loves to suck and deep throat cock too. This is the best married whore I have ever had, bar none." For the next six hours I proved Gary's comments to be true. I had cock in me all of the time until I finally wore them all out. I did the 'quad' fuck several times and at one point, one of the better-endowed men took my pussy as two of his buddies took my ass. A reverse quad fuck of sorts. My sexual high continued for the whole time. These guys were athletic and strong so I was put into some positions that I had never tried before. I came and came, finally I passed out at some point, although the fucking of my body continued. I came to later, and I was still being fucked. When they were all done with me Gary took me back to the frat house. I was given a bath and Gary dried me off. He treated me with such deference. I was touched by this until later, after I got home and talked to Jim, when I realized he had been putting on an act in order to get me to do everything I did. He had set me up and then closed the trap in such a manner I never knew until I got home. All of the many lies he had fed me had been at work on Jim too. The last day with Gary was more subdued. He had me fucking his frat brothers and I did another lesbian group suck with those two girls again. The guys really got off watching that. There were cocks everywhere fucking all of us girls. At one point, a cock was pulled out of the brunette's asshole and fed to me. I swallowed it completely. When his balls were bouncing off of my chin, he shot his load into my mouth. I felt so nasty doing this. I ended up doing it for other cocks and from the other girl too. They couldn't believe that I would do such a thing and just watched along with the men as I deep throated those nasty cocks. Gary took me to my home on that Monday morning before classes started. I hadn't seen or heard from Jim since the party night. I walked into the place and immediately knew something was amiss. My dog had been taken care of, but Jim was nowhere around. I thought at first he was at school, until I saw some stuff missing. I went into the bedroom and was shocked to find all of his things gone. I became frantic as I realized he had left me. When Jim showed up later that morning, I found out how well I had been set up and led down a path of treachery and darkness. Jim had never written that fantasy. Gary had rewritten Jim's original work and led me to believe that it was all Jim's. I was desperate to keep Jim, and stunned as he told me I was a whore and a slut. How he had already had his fantasy in being married to me. I had ruined our marriage and our lives together in a real hurtful and huge way. As Jim left me standing in our home and walked out the door that day I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders. I should have talked to Jim about this first. I should have never listened to Gary. I had acted and been such a whore and a slut for a man who had used me as a piece of meat. I cried that night, alone, so dreadfully alone. My dog even wouldn't come near me, as if he sensed that I had hurt Jim so I would hurt him too. I wanted to die. I had betrayed my husband. I had been the cause of my husband's wrists being cut as he tried to get free to stop me from doing what I had done. I had ruined our marriage for what I believed to be a fantasy of Jim's. It had in reality, been another man's fantasy, another mans dream. My world was spinning out of control, spiraling into a deep dark and foreboding place. A place I wouldn't have gone if I had only listened to my husband. If I had only talked to him about this, not acted it out first. I had been a colossal fool. The other shoe was to drop the next day. I was to find out that Gary had over prepared and had a hold on me now. He was going to let me know the rest of the story then. I would be trapped for two months. Two months of hell, doing what ever his twisted mind could come up with. Behind Jim's back I would still be being a whore for Gary. Up until his 'accident'. I was sure that Jim was responsible for that attack on Gary and now I was becoming afraid for myself too. Jim had to have been pushed pretty far to do something like that to Gary, so could I be next? I had doubts about everything now. Jim had acted out towards Gary in a way that I had never thought he could. We had all been changed by this 'party' now, me most of all.

Blindsided By Curious2c As I drove up to our garage I found myself worrying. I was later than normal and I knew Jim would be worried. I kept building my excuse so that Id have it somewhat practiced before I walked in. I hadnt fallen into the affair willingly but now, after six months I craved the sexual heights my lover drove me to. I still love my husband but for some reason, Samuel does things in my mind and body that I cant keep away from. Ive tried to break it off with Sam. I have tried time and time again. Hes just so damned seductive and he also knows all the buttons to push to get me to fail my own will and terms every time. Jim, if he knew, would probably be more than a lot angry. I thought that if push came to shove though, Id be able to talk him out of a divorce and be able to get him to forgive me. I had a plan for working on him just in case. Thats how far Ive fallen. In my six month love affair Id found a new me and made plans to prevent Jim, my loving husband, from kicking me out of his life and home if and when he found me out. I was certain that hed never figure it out though. I made sure he had sex whenever he showed any interest and sometimes I even started things when I didnt really feel like it because I love him so much. I do love him. Really I do. Once in a while, every few days or so Id get that guilty feeling and want to stop what Id done to go back in time and never have allowed my attraction for Sam to have gone so far as to end up in a sexual fling with him. It isnt that I love Sam, because I dont. Matter of fact at times I dont like him at all. He gets in a mood some times while were fucking and begins to treat me like a whore or slut. Those are the times that really give me the big orgasms, even though I hate what he does to me in the process. I just cant resist him or his ways. I look into the rearview mirror and check my lipstick and hair. I took a shower at Sams place and made myself presentable, but I am paranoid about Jim looking at me and perhaps seeing something out of place that I cant explain easily. I have the same soaps and shampoo at Sams that I use at home. I even have changes of clothes and underwear I keep at Sams too. Just in case. Ive been very careful to plan each time with Sam now. Ever since that one time five months ago when I came home and Jim asked me about my perfume. I realized that I wasnt wearing any since Id showered at Sams. I also suddenly remembered that Id put on some of Jims favorite perfume before leaving for work that morning. Id managed to dodge that bullet that time though. I made up a story about having spilled some cleaning chemicals on me while digging through the closet for some Kleenex our employer kept stored there. Jim had bought that hook line and sinker. One last look and I got out. Walking into the house I stopped at the front door and looked around for Jims pickup. It wasnt where he normally parked it. Hed left it on the street almost in front of the neighbors house. That was odd. He usually parked it in our driveway. Meanwhile, inside the house: I watched Giselle as she checked over her face in the rearview mirror. It had been a long tiring day for me and I was tired of waiting for her arrival. Of course she was late again. It had been getting more and more to be normal than an exception. Had she been where she claimed she was Id had no problem with it but that wasnt the case. It had all started months ago and up until it became totally unavoidable, Id tried to find a way to get her back with me. Id tried everything I could think of with no help from her. I had made a decision that I wouldnt let her know that I knew about her affair. I knew that she had to break it off on her own to do either of us any good. Dinners, movies, flowers, candy Id tried all the usual things. I got creative I made her a special knickknack shelf, glass encased. Id picked her up from her work on a Friday and wed gone into the city for a weekend of loving and just going to wherever she desired. Id tried talking to her about us but even that had fallen on deaf ears. The weekend in the city had started out with her being angry at me but by the end I thought Id made some headway. That didnt make it through the next week though. I finally had begun to attack her, arguing about her hours and her job. All that succeeded in doing was getting her mad at me. Our sex life dropped off substantially and then dropped off more, and then dropped some more yet. What had been several times a week and at least three times on the weekend had become... well it had been a week and a half since wed last been intimate in any way two weeks since wed actually had sex. She hadnt noticed as far as I could tell. Id known all along what was going on. Five months ago Id actually caught her at it but shed managed to fend off my questions and fire back an excuse about why shed taken a shower at work. What she didnt know was that Id followed her that afternoon and I knew precisely why shed taken the shower and her job had absolutely nothing to do with it. That finding out had crushed my heart but I still loved her enough to try to win her back. She was the woman I wanted to have children with. She had my heart and Id fallen very hard for her when wed met. Now well it wasnt going to be all that hard to do what I had to do tonight. I wondered briefly how shed handle it when I left but thought that shed probably run to her lover and theyd laugh at me, the imbecile that theyd pulled the joke on all this time. How can a husband compete with a lover who has no need to perform routine honey dos for a wife? How can a husband not confront a wife about her cheating with her lover and try to win her back honestly? Id tried my damnedest and failed. Im going to be telling her that I have to go out of town on an emergency road trip tonight. It wouldnt be the first time something like this had come up but it would be the last. You may ask why I didnt confront her. All that would prove is that I caught her and shed be sorry for that. That Id caught her that is not that shed decided ahead of time to quit. My thoughts were Id win her back to me without a hint that I was aware of her indiscretions. That way Id know in my heart that she truly loved me. Obviously, now to me at least, that hadnt worked. What she didnt know was that all my worldly belongings were packed in my truck. Id split the bank accounts in half. Id quit my job and taken an offer from an old friend who lived clear across the country. Id made plans to cancel my cell phone plan, picked up another phone, paid off my old cell phone plan, a penalty I was willing to pay in order to keep her from calling me later on. I had one week on the old phone left and it was a relief knowing that. My 401K would transfer to my new employers savings plan; my cash balance retirement plan would be safe where it was. I was a little upset over having to quit my job as I liked the people I worked with and my job was about as perfect for me as a job Id ever had. It sucked having to walk away from my co-workers, employer and customers like this but it was something I had thought long and hard about. Id given it my best shot, and Giselle had ignored my efforts totally. Too caught up in her affair to know she had lost me or perhaps she just didnt care? It didnt really matter anymore at this point. The papers would be served on Giselle the following Friday while she was either at work or at her lovers. Am I running out on her you may ask? Yes. Yes I am. It hurts me too much to face her with her infidelity. I know that were I to confront her now, shed be sorry, cry and possibly beg me to forgive her. Thats exactly what I dont want. I didnt want to look like some beggar trying to get their wife back that way. What I wanted was her to realize that I loved her and that she still loved me. I wanted her to see for herself what she could lose. I wanted her to take me back, damnit! Obviously I lost to her lover. Even though I know what kind of man he is, I know that she wont or cant see that side of him yet. She will though. Right about the time the divorce paperwork is served or shortly there after. Until then I planned on calling her nightly like I usually did, hoping that she wouldnt notice I was using a motel room phone, or be too concerned about my not using my cell phone. I figured that shed never notice anyway as she always seemed too distracted to really talk to me now. I dont know what she expected of me. I dont know why she even started the affair or why she is keeping at it. I really dont know what she truly feels about me anymore either. She cant love me. Not, at least, like I loved her once before all this shit started. If she did love me, shed never have been with another man. She had though. Shed been with him for months now and showed no signs of stopping. Id given up after months of hard work on my part to try to win her back. I saw the handwriting on the wall. Hed won, Id lost. Angry again, I began to work on my fake story, trying to keep my bile down as Giselle walked up to the front door. I went into the kitchen and got out a cold beer. I was desperate to do anything to keep my mind busy while I worked at calming down inside. This was not the time to mess up and blow my plan all to hell. After talking to my lawyer Id found out exactly what the courts would expect on our divorce. I was reasonably certain that Giselle would welcome the divorce since she seemingly had given up on me now. I was also certain that shed have her lover move in with her right away after getting those papers next week. My closet doors were closed up, the dresser drawers too. A casual glance by her wouldnt reveal the almost total emptiness they contained now. I wondered briefly, what shed think when she discovered that emptiness? Would she feel anything at all? How would she feel to find out that the few remaining clothes in my closet and dresser were ones shed given me? Smiling as she walked in, she came up to give me a hug. I turned my head so her kiss met my cheek not a new thing as of late either. She hadnt complained about it before and she didnt tonight either. The last sex wed had was over two weeks ago and she evidently hadnt noticed that lack of sex with me either. Her lover must be getting it real good from her. How was your day today? I asked, not really caring what kind of day she had, but I knew I had to pretend to be the same old loving schmuck of a husband she could count on. It was good. You seem upset is something wrong? Her reply was automatic even though she tried to tinge it with concern. Yeah I have to make a trip again. Work. Ill be gone a week, leaving in the morning. I was watching her for a reaction only seeing a smile begin on her lips before she forced a more serious concerned pout. Oh honey. On a Saturday? You have to travel tomorrow? Her eyes spoke of the truth, in that I could see she really seemed relieved that I was going to be gone. She was even happy about it. More time for her lover perhaps. Yeah. Its going to be a long week. Job is behind and I have to go oversee the construction now. I was relieved that she seemed to be taking my huge lie as a truth and wasnt getting all angry as she used to. I knew enough to keep my answers short and simple no elaboration such as shed given me over the last months. That was one of the tip-offs to me about her affair. Her excuses were minutely detailed to an extreme. And then one day Id had to take a trip out to a job and she hadnt argued about it with me like she had in the past. It had caused me some wonder. Later, not much later, Id discovered her affair, and it all made sense then. We had dinner and watched TV for a while. She was in her favorite chair as I sat on the couch, hoping that shed have a last minute change of heart and stop me from my chosen path that I started in the morning. I held out that hope for a couple of hours but it wasnt to be. Wed lost it all, I could see clearly now. She sat there ignoring me for the most part and never once looked at me. It was as if I wasnt even there. She watched TV but I could tell from her actions that she was thinking about her lover and how much theyd be able to be together this week. If she only knew that Id be gone forever tomorrow Meanwhile watching TV, Giselles mind was going full out. He doesnt suspect. Ill have a whole week with Sam. Hell be able to sleep over here with me or me over at his place. Well get lots of sex in and I know hell take me out nightly for dinner and dancing too. I know that I shouldnt be happy about this at all, but Jims trip will be exciting for me. Hell be out of town and Ill have Sam as much as I want. It will be great. My plan for one last great week just got better. Next week, after Jim gets back home Ill be able to cut it off with Sam and concentrate on Jim and me. Itll work out perfectly. Well go out with a bang. That night I rolled over and tried to get Jim interested in some loving but I found him snoring lightly. He was asleep again. The last few months had been hard on him with his job and all, but it surprised me that hed gone without sex with me for so long. The thought entered my mind in an instant, unbidden. Could he be cheating on me with someone? Was it possible that Id missed any signs that he could have discovered my cheating on him and hed been doing the same to get even? Looking at his face as he slept I couldnt see anything that would tell me. I knew he loved me. I questioned once again my affair and why I was still carrying on with Sam. Why? Sam wined and dined me. He took me dancing. He was okay in bed, about the same size as Jim, but it was the other things Sam did that caused me to want to be with him. Jim loved me and in our lovemaking, that was a difference that I cherished. Sam fucked me, and at times that fucking was hot and rough and what I needed. Sam takes care of needs other than sex for me too at times. I really like going out to eat and dance with Sam. He is gentle and attentive while were out and it is as if I am the only woman in the world in his eyes. So much so that when wed get back to his place or the motel rooms as the case may be, Im ready to pay him back for the great times. Our time has been exquisite but its about time to stop it. I feel like Im losing Jim at times lately and my greatest fear is that hell discover my affair and either leave me or hurt Sam or worse yet, both. Matter of fact Ive noticed that for the last few months Jim has been working hard to be a good husband for me. A little stray worrisome thought crept into my mind. Was that because he knew about my affair and he was trying to one up my lover? I dismissed that thought immediately. Had Jim known, I know what would happen. Hed go ballistic and probably go after Sam. I didnt want to have to bail Jim out of jail, should he do something rash. I wasnt sure what Jim could or would do if he found out about my affair, but I was relatively certain that hed leave me in an instant. Yes, this week would signal the end of my time with Sam, as fun as it had been. I needed to concentrate on my husband and starting our family. It was time. That morning I woke to an empty bed. Hed left without a hug or kiss or even a goodbye. At first I was uneasy, even a bit afraid but I convinced myself that he didnt want to wake me up. Jim is a loving husband and caring enough to know that I was tired and could use some extra sleep. His call that night was good, but nowhere as good as having him at home with me. Of course, Sam was on his way to our place as I spoke with my loving husband. I was going out with Sam that night and wed end up at either his place or here. Id have my cell phone and Jim usually called me on that anyway. Jim seemed preoccupied during the call, but I knew that his job was probably weighing on his mind. When he had to go out of town like this he usually focused on the issues on the job and that left him little time to sit and think about not being near me. This worked in my favor as far as Sam and I went too so I understood and was understanding of his lack of focus on us at times like this. I was ready for Sam when he knocked on the door. Id left the garage door open and he knew to just drive in, close the door, and then come around to the back patio door. I was sitting on the kitchen counter, naked, waiting. His knock caused my spine to shiver as I knew what hed do once he opened that door and saw me like this. Id shaved myself clean for him, my legs spread wide open in an obvious invitation to him, and my nipples were hard as steel. I was wet too since Id played with myself for a bit after Jims phone call. Giselle? Are you here? His deep voice sent shivers to my spine again and as he walked in, seeing me, the look in his eyes made me go wetter than ever. Im right here waiting Sam. Can we take care of something before we head out to dinner and dancing? I find that Im a little in need. The look in his eyes as he beheld me laying there made me flood down between my legs.I could hear it in his voice lust, deep desire I turned him on. JesusOh God, youre beautiful Giselle. Amazingly so. His hands were working the buttons on his shirt as he lewdly licked his lips. I could see desire in his eyes. That desire was part of why I had continued the affair as long as I had. Jim, for whatever reason, hadnt shown that look to me for quite some time now. Naked he stepped up between my legs, his hands smoothly running up my legs, fingers soon rubbing my clit and my very wet pussy lips. Bending over, he licked my nipples, hard as they were, and then he moved up to kiss me hotly on the mouth. As our lips met, his fingers left my pussy, going to my nipples to pinch and roll those hardened little buds almost roughly. I felt the head of his hot hard cock rubbing my pussy lips, and pretty soon that hardness split my pussy wide open, driving the air out of my lungs as he thrust deeply into me. His pubic bone crushed against my clit and my first orgasm hit me hard. I was so hot I came as his cock first bottomed out in me. I knew that this night would be one of the best ever with my lover. His thrusts became harder and stronger as my orgasm carried me up and over. Sam was pinching my nipples and talking dirty to me. The feeling of his cock up inside me was more than I could stand and I began to have multiple orgasms. It seemed that each time Sam bottomed out in my pussy, Id cum. The feeling of my bald pussy against him woke things up deep inside me too. I felt single and free. His cock pulled my lips in and out on each stroke and as his pubic hair would crush against me on an in-stroke I felt strange vibrations on my clit. Bald was beautiful. Sam squirted his load into me and I felt every little bit of his sperm filling me up. He had fairly copious loads and Id even swallowed them with fervor as his cum tastes almost sweet. He told me once that he ate lots of fruit, mostly citrus types, and that was the reason for his sweet tasting cum. Whatever the case was, I craved that taste often. He pulled out and as he stood back I shoved my fingers deeply in, retrieving some of his honey and then I licked my fingers clean. Sam smiled as he watched my debauchery. I could never be this open and free with Jim. For some reason though, Sam I loved to tease like this. I kept dipping and licking for a bit and then we took a shower together. After that we went out to dinner. I dont love Sam I mentioned that. This would be our last week together too. Still, he had what it took to make me a wild and wanton slut. I never took the time to think, I mean truly think about what I could lose. I never took the time to really think about my actions and how they could affect my husbands love for me. I just went with the moment and longed for the feel and taste of illicit excitement that Sam brought me. At dinner we sat near the back in a darkened booth. As we ate Sam kept feeling me up. He started with my braless tits, barely covered by my unbuttoned blouse. (Id unbuttoned the top five buttons on the drive over and the swell of all of my breasts could be seen if I opened my arms very far, threatening to expose all of them at times.) Later, while waiting for our dessert, he began to finger my bare pussy and since I was wearing a very short skirt and garter belt and stocking, there wasnt much there to stop him, even if Id been inclined to do so. The feeling of his strong, long fingers stroking up and down my slit drove me to the edge of orgasm several times. After dinner he took me dancing at an upscale crowded club. Once on the dance floor his dancing became suggestive and downright sexual. I reveled in the nastiness of it all. I mean, here I was, a married woman whose husband was away, out with a lover who was feeling me up in public. Id shaved my pussy for my lover. Id swallowed his cum numerous times. Id allowed him to take me any way he wished, including anally. For my lover I was a slut. It was truly the sexual odyssey I was journeying on more than anything else I suppose. For Sam I could be the slut and not worry about what hed think of me later on. For his part, Sam had kept up some gentlemanly efforts, and I was thankful for that. At one point, during a slow dance, Sams hands were on my butt. Soon I felt his fingertips on my skin. My short dress was pulled up, exposing my bare ass cheeks and stockings to everyone around us. I felt the rush of the sexual high burn brighter. What would Jim have thought if hed seen Sam doing that? I wondered briefly. Almost as quick as the thought of my husband entered my mind, Sam brushed him out by slipping a finger into my bottom. Right there on the dance floor, Sam was fingering my asshole and I loved it. I saw a few women nearby staring at us with what could only be described as lustful imaginings. Of course there were a few, a thankfully very few that were more disproving too. Later that evening in my bed in my home, Sam fucked the living hell out of me. I went down on him sucking him off and swallowing all his seed. He went down on me and licked my pussy until I begged him to take me with his cock. He did. As he was fucking my doggie style for the third time my phone rang. I answered it, motioning Sam to be quiet. Hello? Hey, its me. I got in a bit later than I figured I would, but I thought youd want to know. How was your drive? Un-eventful. What time do you have to be in to work in the morning? Early. Im going to hit the hay. Talk to you tomorrow. I love you. Good night honey. Sam was fucking in and out of my pussy as I spoke to Jim. I was troubled a little bit in that I didnt hear Jim say he loved me. I must have missed it what with Sam fucking me while I was on the phone. Too distracting. My thoughts were dropped suddenly as Sam picked up the pace and started to drill my pussy hard and fast. My orgasm overtook all my thoughts and for the rest of the night Sam kept my mind on him and his cock. For the first time ever, I even took Sams cock in my mouth and sucked him off right after he pulled out of my ass. Id never done that before. I guess having Sam fucking me while I was on the phone with Jim did something deep inside me, making me feel extra slutty or something. The rest of the week went by quickly and Sam just stayed at my home in the evenings. Wed fuck and suck most of the late afternoon after work, go out and eat dinner and then come back to fuck and suck until we crashed and slept until time to get up and go to work. I was feeling nasty and slutty knowing that me, a married woman, was sleeping with a man that I wasnt married to. The sharp edge of excitement that I now craved was like an explosion of lust all week long. Even then, I knew that Friday would be the end of it. I was breaking it off Friday, taking the weekend off and resting up for Jims return home. Id begin to make up for my dalliances with Sam, and make sure that Jim knew I loved him. Jims end: I arrived at my new home early in the afternoon. Id driven quite fast, pressing the speed limit and the extra bit that most highway patrol cops would allow. I was in a hurry, and I wanted to get as far away from the wreck of my marriage as I could. Terry, my old friend had a pretty busy business going for him. He and his wife had worked hard to bring it from the idea stage into the reality stage and over the years hed written, emailed and phoned me, bouncing ideas of my head and trying to get me to go to work for him. Hed been to my wedding hed been a Pall bearer at my dads funeral, and hed been a close friend of mine since high school. His wife, Pam, was a great lady and had a damn good head on her shoulders. I found myself wishing that Giselle was more like Pam often. One could look at Pam and see that shed never cheat on Terry, ever. She had a look in her eyes whenever she looked at her husband that shouted I LOVE YOU TERRY every time. I hadnt seen that look in Giselles eyes for quite some time now, for at least six months anyway. My new job would be working the programming end of things. I am very good at programming, having been targeted by Microsoft, Sun, and a few others when I graduated. My college Masters Thesis had been on my pet project on programming and Id been working on that idea for some time. I had made arrangements with Terry to share it with him since it was about ready. It was how I bought into Terry and Pams business. By the time my divorce was over with Id probably be making some serious bucks for the first time in my life. Id timed everything over the last few months to ensure that by the time that happened, Id be free of Giselle. She didnt deserve to share in my idea or wealth it would bring anymore. I had put up with her cheating this long for a reason, and now the end result of that patience was coming along. That thought hit me out of the blue and I had a twinge. I felt a loss, some anger of course, but mostly sadness. I still asked myself why I hadnt been enough for her. I had no answers and now, I didnt want to hear what shed try to tell me either. We. Were. Finished. Monday morning dawned bright and my appearance at my new job was taken with surprise (for me.) Terry introduced me to the crew, and all of them were kind, positive and very friendly. The crew was fourteen men and women. Actually, it was three men, and eleven women, not counting Terry, Pam or I. I was welcomed like a hero there to save the day, though the business needed no saving that I could see. The first few days I was busy moving and unpacking my things not only in my new office, but in my new home too. I didnt have time to think about my personal life and quite frankly, I was thankful I didnt have to do that anyway. Thinking about Giselle and what had happened over these last months could drive me to drink and I didnt want to go there. Terry and Pam had found me the perfect home to live in. I got the impression the business had purchased it expressly for me. Since Terry knew me fairly well, and Pam had good taste in decorating the three bedroom house, it was about as great a place as I could have hoped to find and it was mine rent/payment free. I never had to stay in the motel but for one night. I felt at home almost right away, which was surprising. Pam and Terry had me over for dinner twice that week, and they knew what was going on in my personal life. Pam clucked over me, like a mother hen, worrying about me, trying to soften any bumps I might have. Terry patiently watched her, stepping in time and again to stop her from getting too upsetting about my soon to be ex. Pam was a loyal and good friend, one in a million. Protective and caring, she was soon working on setting me up with date nights. It took a bit of time on my part and on Terrys too for that matter, to slow her down. I wasnt interested in any other women at this moment in time. I wanted to get my divorce out of the way and then have some time by myself, figuring out what it was I really wanted in my life. Dating wasnt high on my agenda for the foreseeable future. I got the call from my lawyer on Thursday. Jim, were serving Giselle tomorrow at her place of work. Its all set up. The process server will present the papers to her just before noon, so youd better be ready for some excitement. I also have some good DVDs of the last week too. She and her lover have been quite busy. Hang in there buddy and Ill let you know how things stand tomorrow night. My lawyer was good. She was among the best in the city, perhaps the State. She was one of those lawyers that other lawyers shuddered when they heard shed be representing the other side. In the land of sharks, she was the type A, Great White. Her reputation was unmatched. Id gotten lucky when Id been able to get her to represent me. At first my lawyer Amanda, hadnt wanted to take me on. Until I explained what Giselle had been doing and who with. Once she knew that Giselle had been the one to step outside the marital vows, that shed not been receptive to my overtures in trying to win her back, and then to find out who it was Giselle was seeing on the side Amanda had insisted that I accept her as my lawyer. I found out over time that Sam had been involved in several other marital breakups, and in each one, hed managed to keep out of the fracas of discovery, divorce and pain caused by his philandering. Amanda had a very special place she wanted to see Sam, and I think that the devil himself would lose out to this lady. It seems that Sam was not only a predator, but he always pushed his conquests into doing more and more, eventually leading them into almost a prostitution type life. Hed use women to get more business lined up for his company, for favors to people he owed, and things like that. I knew that Giselle couldnt have seen that side of him yet but I was certain that if she kept seeing him, she would, sooner or later. I knew too that Giselle would regret ever having hooked up with him eventually too. Too bad it would be too late for her to have me to come running to. It happened that Sams modus operandi was about always the same. Find a woman that wasnt quite there as far as dress, looks or confidence. Never all, just one of those things, and hed work on them. Get to know them, build them up, get in between their legs, and then after getting to be their lover, set them up to work for him. He was slick that was certain. Amanda wanted a piece of him badly and my marriage was to be the instrument of his destruction it seemed. The week went by slowly and each night when Id call Giselle, it took all I had to act like I cared. That Thursday night, I knew it would be the last call Id make to her. I also knew that shed be trying her damnedest to call me tomorrow after being served too. Luckily, my old cell phone would be history by then. Giselle continues: Jim called me Thursday and sounded down. I was feeling guilty too. Id been thinking all week long, in between my fuck-fests with Sam. I knew that it was time to break it off. I shouldnt have ever had to break it off to begin with. At different times all day Thursday, I felt like Id lost something important. I couldnt quite put my finger on what was truly bothering me, but I knew something was going on in my universe. I could feel it. My stomach had been upset, and deep inside I had the feeling of impending doom for some strange reason. Our conversation was different too. Jim sounded relieved, yet he didnt seem to want to talk to me. He called, and pretty much waited for me to carry the conversation. When we hung up I told him I loved him and he just said goodbye. Had I known then what I know now Id never have let him go on that trip. Id have begged him for forgiveness. Hindsight is always twenty-twenty isnt it? I put my worries out of my mind and as I turned from hanging up I began to tell Sam that this would be our last night together. I was breaking it off with him now so Id have two or three days to prepare for my husbands return. I wanted to be sure that nothing of Sam would be left in or on my body. No smells, no residual sperm, nothing. The phone call troubled me late that night, but I finally fell asleep after Sam stirred awake beside me and began to thrust in and out. His cock was still in me from our earlier fucking, him spooned up to my back, and that last little orgasm put me into la-la land. I was at work on Friday just before lunch when my whole universe shuddered to a halt. I heard my name mentioned by a man in a dark brown suit. It was ill fitting, and he looked a bit hard around the eyes as he walked towards me. Giselle Hartman? Yes, can I help you? Youve been served. And with that my whole world crumbled around me. I wasnt sure what I was being sued for, but something had to be dreadfully wrong. Without looking in the envelope hed handed me before he turned and walked out, I called Jim. Hed know what to do. I always have been able to turn to my husband to fix problems for me. Hed fix this up, whatever it was. I tried to call him that was. I hit speed dial on my cell phone and only heard that Jims number was no longer in service. Troubled, I looked up his phone number on my callers list and tried dialing it, thinking that the phone company was having issues. I got the same message. Suddenly I was scared. I felt a chill course through my body as little demons began to poke my heart. Panic set in and I did the only thing I knew to do. I called Jims boss. Steven Sedgwick. Steve I cant seem to get a hold of Jim. Do you know where hes staying? Giselle? Yes. This is Giselle Steve, you know me. Why are you calling here? Jim quit. His last day was last Friday. He took another job somewhere else. He told me he was moving there permanently. Stunned I could only sit there holding my cell phone to my ear. Jim had quit his job? His last day had been last Friday? Hed moved away? I didnt know what to do. I sat at my desk in shock. Not only did I fear my life now, I realized Id just made a fool out of myself to Jims former boss. I mean, his own wife wasnt aware of what was going on with him? Howd that look to anyone seeing it from the sidelines? That brown envelope was looking more and more like a viper waiting to strike me dead. Finally I opened it up and discovered my affairs cost to me. Id lost my husband. The only man Id ever loved was gone. Hed left me. Id chased him away with my cheap, tawdry affair. And for what, some temporary gratification that Jim could have given me had I let him be with me over the last six months? Im not sure how long I sat at my desk crying, but a co-worker finally saw me and got me off to the ladies room. In tears I explained what was going on. At first Mary was angry that my husband could be so cruel. After I explained my part in why hed left me she suddenly got angry at me. Are you stupid or crazy? Jesus Giselle that man worshipped the ground you walked on. He loved you. He was totally in love with you and you do this to him? Hes a great catch and you caught and released him? You have to be out of your mind to let a man as great as Jim go like this. What were you thinking? On your lovers best day he couldnt be a tenth the man Jim is on his worst day. You poor foolish woman. I pity you. I really do. I never knew hed find out Mary. I thought Id have my fling, Jim wouldnt ever know, and after I was over Sam, Id make it up to Jim. Honey, husbands will always find out, always. Theyll notice it when you start to act different. All cheaters do that you know. Its the little things in the beginning. First you may slight him in some little way. Your lover is making you feel sexy, your husband obviously didnt, otherwise your lover wouldnt have gotten to you like he did. Pretty soon youre so caught up in your affair you cant see what youre doing to your loving husband. You have to understand Giselle, Jim knew. He felt it over time. He dug up the facts Im sure. You didnt see it because you were caught up in your deception and games. Oh God Ive lost him. Maybe maybe not. Hell need to talk to you. There will have to be closure. Hell need it. You may have a small chance to get him to forgive. He wont forget, but he may forgive you. He hit me with divorce papers today. Hes been acting strange all week when I talk to him on the phone and now I cant even call him. Ive lost him. Hed never have left like this, quitting his job and everything unless hed given up on me. Why couldnt I have seen this? Why did I keep on with Sam? Oh my God, Ive ruined my life, my marriage everything. Youll live Giselle. Trust me I know youll live. How do you know that? Ive told you. Ive been there right here where you are. I too had an affair. My ex left me. He beat the holy living hell out of my lover, but he left me. Ive managed to survive. You cheated on your husband too? Yeah. I never saw the little changes in how I treated my husband until it was too late too. Thats the problem with cheating. At first youre trying to hide everything, so you act differently than you would because what if your husband discovers that you have another mans leavings in you? Later, you begin to feel some kind of power in that youre getting away with it, so you relax and to ease any guilt, you begin to give more to your husband. Later, you start to feel like youre husband must be less of a man since youre fooling him so easily and he doesnt have a clue. Usually the husband has it all figured out way before you know. Howd he find out? Dont know. All I know is that one day I was served, pretty much like you were today. He had pictures, recordings even a DVD movie of me with my lover. Our lawyers fought it out hard. I fought the divorce, trying to convince my husband that Id change, that I loved him more than any other man but it was all for naught. I lost everything I valued in the divorce my husband and his unadulterated love for me, his queen. I took that pristine love and dirtied it all up so that even I wouldnt have been able to forgive myself, had I been in his shoes. Oh. Oh my God. Oh my God. Ive lost him, hes gone. Im all alone. It doesnt look good for you right now Giselle, but if you work hard as you can you may be able to get him to forgive you. He really loved you a lot and everyone here knows that. You might be able to change his mind about you if you try hard, Giselle. I dont even know where to find him. He quit his job and moved away a week ago. Im not even sure where he is now. He could be anywhere, anywhere at all. Well find him. Hell have to show up eventually if only to sign the divorce papers. Yeah, but by then it will be far too late for me or him to reconcile. Call his lawyer and demand that Jim contact you as soon as he can. He may not tell you where to find him, but if you can get Jim to call you can try to reverse search the phone number and locate where he is. What if he doesnt call me? What then? Theres other ways to locate people now days Giselle. Well find him, we will. Mary tried to sound upbeat and positive, but deep down inside she was afraid that Jim had flown the coop for a particular reason, and the divorce was probably it. She felt that Jim was going to try to avoid any contact with his soon to be ex-wife because he was afraid that hed buckle under and appear weak by talking to her and then letting himself be convinced into taking his cheating wife back. Mary understood Jims feelings more than many could realize. Her own husband had told her those same things verbatim when he refused to talk to her about her cheating and the possibility of taking her back. He had even been ashamed that hed let her talk him into an hour long talk to his soon to be ex, knowing that shed try to talk him out of the divorce. In the end hed stood strong and left her. Neither had married since then and Mary was sure that her ex didnt even date and their divorce had been over two years before. Mary had painful prior experience about divorce and shed do whatever she could to help Giselle with her pain now. She knew how Giselle was feeling, and just how devastating it was to be served those papers. Giselle needed her help more than she realized. Far more than she would know for quite some time. Id been at work for a few weeks when the call came. Jim, she wants to talk. Shes refusing to do sign anything, and shes said that shell fight the divorce tooth and nail. Oh man. Why? She has the man she wants, so why would she fight it? Because she doesnt have the man she wants? Ive seen this before. Trust me Jim she is dying in side right now because you found out, left her, and then hit her with the divorce. Im not real certain your actions were the best way to go about doing things, but I do understand why. In the end, shell fight it, delaying the whole mess until it costs a bunch in legal fees. I recommend that you sit and talk with her. Get her to give it up. Maybe shell see how serious you really are and walk away then. NOW she wants to talk? NOW? I tried for months to get her to open up and talk. I tried for months to turn her around and back into the woman I loved and desired. NOW she wants to talk? Fuck. Sorry I dont mean to blow up like this. It just pisses me off so much. Well, you could probably use the good news then huh? Good news? Yeah, Sammy boy, her lover, just went down hard. Seems he tired to force his way in on Giselle, all pissed off about her breaking it off with him and meaning it. The cops were called, and as they hauled him off to jail, I hear that some other women called the cops and started filing charges too. Howd the other women know? OH, wait, dont answer that. I think I know what little birdie got the word out about him. Why Jim, Im surprised youd think that I, an officer of the court, could or would do such a thing. I never said you did Amanda. I can see the light though. Not to worry, I wont ever tell. I hope the son of a bitch goes away for a long, long time. You and me both Mr. You and me both. Anyway, you want me to set up a meet between you and Giselle? Fine. Make it for next Saturday, in the afternoon. Ill meet her at Charros bar. Shell know where thats at Im sure. Hey, you doing okay Jim? Yeah. Still hurts. My new job is keeping me plenty busy though, so I dont have to think too much about things. Thanks Amanda. You know, youre one of the few good guys Jim. I respect you and how you tried to fix things before they got to this point. Too bad Giselle didnt see that until it was too late. Yeah. Too bad. Giselle finishes: Our talk wasnt good. Jim flat out refused to agree to any chance of reconciliation. He told me Id burned the bridge to ashes and there was no structure to repair. Our marriage was dead and he wanted it buried. I finally was forced to sign off on our marriage. I was forced to give up. Once I heard his voice, saw the look in his eyes, I knew Id screwed up. I knew hed never bend on this. Maybe, had Id seen something coming like this before I would have had a chance to save our marriage, but now not a chance in a million. The worst part of all of this? I love him completely totally and forever. I just didnt realize how much until it was too late. He found a new job, moved away and led me to believe hed be home at the end of the week. Yeah, he lied to me. The problem I have now is to know that I lied far more, for a far longer time, and in a far worse way. My life is empty. My lover gone, evidently headed to jail. My husband gone and soon to be my ex-husband, all thats left of my marriage is his signing the decree. Im still young enough to start over, but the clock is ticking and soon I will be in that danger zone for having children. I couldnt keep my first husband, who I loved dearly, even though through my cheating I clearly showed the opposite to those who saw what happened. I signed the final papers today. Decree Nisi being the beginning of the end Decree Absolute being what I signed today. So cold. So formal. So empty. Jim finishes: My life has gone through a metamorphosis. With Giselle gone living in a new city and my new job keeping me busy I havent had a lot of time to dwell on the recent past. I have had some nights that were long, cold, and yes, empty. I see some silver linings beginning to show up though. My process program is working far better than even I hoped for. Our business is leaping ahead with a growing momentum thanks to our combined efforts. Ive found a nice house that I moved into, and one day I hope it becomes home to me too. Lastly, theres a few nice prospects for female companionship on my horizon. Im a bit gun shy of new relationships, but I have dated a bit here and there. I hope to get over the nasty mess behind me soon and then I can begin to look for someone special again. Im pretty sure they wont look or even sound or act anything like Giselle though. Thats okay with me though Im about over her totally now. Just a little more time and Ill bet even the looks, sounding or acting like her wont even get to me. Too much.

Shelly and James Chapter One We had been married for eight years. My wife Shelly was just as beautiful, if not more, as the day I first met her. Her long blonde hair almost reaches the small of her back. I help her brush it at times and I am always amazed at how silky soft it is. Her tight, toned, and firm body always turns me on too. Our sex life, while not wild and unusual, was good. We had sex about every day unless one of us was sick. She had many times sucked me until I almost came in her mouth, but usually, if it went past my being able to stop, she would pull away and use her hand to jack me off. She had in the past swallowed my cum on occasion, but really didnt care to. We often tried new positions, sometimes getting very athletic at times. She really loved to have me take her doggie-style, especially when I would finger her tight little bottom at the same time. Once we started to try anal sex, but it hurt her too much. She told me that anal sex would probably never happen for us because it was too painful. Not even with her love for me. I loved the tightness and feeling of heat there while fingering her. I often pushed for anal sex, but she had so far said no way to that. We openly talked about fantasies, which, when we were first married we didnt. Over the years we had gotten more trusting of each other and then to jazz up the sex life we began to talk about our sexual fantasies. When we could we would act them out, and while not always great, they were good. At one time or another we had talked about others joining in with us but those fantasies we never acted on. I think we didnt because we were both afraid deep down that the other might like the third partner more than us. Just after our eighth anniversary I took Shelly out for dinner. It was a Friday night and we went to an upscale restaurant. Shelly dressed to kill, her choice of cloths enhancing her very hot body. I could see men staring at her as she would walk by them. She had no bra on, so her breasts swayed a bit as she walked. Her toned and seductive ass invited one to reach out and touch her. I was right behind her and knew that if I hadnt been she would have been groped several times on our walk to our table. She had braided her hair into one long pony tail and it had some colorful ribbons laced in it. I could see that it was touching her back almost slipping into her dress at one point. Her body was totally exposed except for where the shoulder straps held the scanty little material that made up the sides covered her ribs. The cut in front and back dropped as low on her as I had ever seen. I could see her belly button in front and her tailbone in back. When I had put my hand on her back walking into the restaurant, I had discovered that she had no panties on too. This knowledge gave me an instant erection. To my memory, she had never gone without panties and rarely without a bra. To know that all she had on was the black cloth of her scanty dress almost drove me to taking her right back to the car to fuck her right then and there. We ate, and as we waited for the waiter to bring the check, Shelly sat back in her seat. Secluded as we were in the back of the place, she began to tease me. Her bare foot ran up my leg and began to press against my crotch. She put her arms out on the bench seats back and spread them wide. This pose coupled with the deep cut to her dress caused her nipples to just begin to show. My erection was quickly becoming painful and I was looking desperately for the waiter. I want to get the check, pay it and get the hell out of there so I could get Shelly somewhere where we could really play. Suddenly a voice came over my shoulder. A stranger had walked up behind me and stepped around the post next to where I was sitting, seeing my wifes very enticing pose. He whistled and in a soft drawl complimented her. Honey, you have the greatest breasts I have ever almost seen. Youre nipples look good enough to eat. Ill bet you that your man here is one lucky son of a gun. Shelly blushed and pulled her arms in to cover her chest up. I smiled and just shook my head in agreement to his observation. He glanced at me and evidently took my smile as permission to say more. Oh honey, dont do that. Dont cover up those beauties. You need to show them to the world cause theyre something to be real proud of. What are they? Id guess 36 Ds plus a little bit. Am I right? I was a bit surprised at his forwardness, and amazed at his accuracy of size guessing. He hit her breast size on the head. Shelly was a 36 D, edging toward a double-D cup. She usually wore a bra because her nipples, while small in diameter, stuck out like little poles. She had mentioned once that if she didnt wear a bra they would stick out hard from the stimulation of cloth rubbing on them. I had measured them once and when hard they were just over three quarters of an inch long. Shelly was red faced now. Her blush had traveled down to almost reach those breasts she was futilely trying to hide. The man had stepped up closer and stood between us, me on his left and her on his right. He was about six foot tall, slender yet broad shoulders. His stomach looked like it was flat under his shirt and he looked to be in shape. He looked at me and winked before apologizing for being rude. Hey, I am sorry little lady. I didnt mean to embarrass you. You have the finest set of . . . breasts I have seen in a long time and I couldnt help myself. I am apologizing to you too buddy. I can tell that you must be husband and wife . . . the rings and all. If she were my wife I dont think I would let her out of the house. Nope. Id keep her inside away from any other men for sure. Im not embarrassed. I was just showing my husband what he was getting later and didnt mean to show anyone else. Im just surprised thats all. You caught me off guard. Maam, you caught me off guard for sure. I usually dont make comments like I just did unless I am very surprised. Youre one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Honest. My wife looked across the table at me with a look of lust and pleasure. I looked up at him then back at her. I had an idea suddenly and I was debating if I should or shouldnt attempt to put it into action. Hey, would you like a drink? My wife and I were just done and waiting for the check. I think there is a nice bar right around the corner. On me. Well, that sure would be great. Does that bar have a dance floor too? Um, yes I think they do. We will pay the check and be right along directly. Its about half way down the street on your left. Cant miss it. Ill be waiting. I hope that you will give me a dance little lady. That would make my whole day for sure. To have such a beauty in my arms if only for a minute. My wife was stammering trying to catch my eye. I didnt look at her thinking that I had to do some fast talking now to convince her to go to the bar with me and have that dance with this stranger. He left us, heading right out the door. Shelly looked at me like I had grown a second head or something. James, what are you doing? Inviting him to have a drink with us. We dont usually go to a bar and have a drink. Have you lost your mind? After he more than obviously told us he likes my breasts you invite him for a drink? We dont even know his name for crying out loud. Shelly, calm down. Its just a drink and a dance. It doesnt have to be anything other than that if you dont want it to be. What are you saying James? Youre not . . . You are not thinking . . . James! Surely you are not thinking of this going anywhere else are you? Shelly, please, its just a drink with a good-looking man who is interested in you. I am not saying that you have to do anything. I was just thinking . . . well . . . if you were to want to . . . you know . . . that I wouldnt . . . JAMES! You cant be serious. We dont even know this man. While he may be quite good-looking, I dont know him at all. He could be a serial killer or rapist for all we know. Oh God, I cant believe that you would suggest that . . . Hey hey hey, wait a minute. I am suggesting only that we go have a drink or two with him, get to know him a bit. You can dance with him once or twice. Then, maybe, if you feel good about it . . . as long as I am there the whole time and everything. I mean, we have talked about this in the past. I guess I am willing to let you try out someone else just to see if . . . I love you. I dont need anyone else James. You are all I need and more. This guy is pretty hot looking Shelly. I could see that you looked him over pretty well even while you were so embarrassed. I think that you would look so hot on top of him. As long as you didnt fall for him or something like that . . . I mean . . . as long as you still loved me afterwards, and stayed with me, well, to tell you the truth I would love to see you with another man. She was looking at me with an incredulous I cant believe you are asking me to do this look. I smiled and took her hands in mine. Looking deeply into her eyes I tried my last shot at a fantasy we had both thought and talked about. Look, you are my wife and I love you so much that to lose you would kill me. I also love you so much that I would let you be with another man especially if it enhanced our love life too. I would love to see you in his arms, naked. I will still love you afterwards and I wont think anything of you other than you are my lover, my wife and my best friend. You dont have to do this if you really dont want to or if it doesnt feel right to you. I would like you to at least give it some thought. If you decide not to, we have a drink and a dance. If you decide to try it, we all go together to a motel and try something new and maybe sexually enlightening. You wont think I am a slut or a whore if I should do something with this guy? No, of course not. You wont get mad or jealous and do something stupid in the middle of something if, and that is a very big if, I were to let him have me? I promise that if I get jealous or upset for any reason, I will go in the bathroom and wait it out until you are done. If you should do something. Well, it is just a dance and a drink otherwise. I will still have my main man to take me home and fuck my eyeballs out too. Are you absolutely sure about this James? I dont want to do this and then have you divorcing me or calling me a slut or whore afterwards. I promise you right now Shelly. I will not call you any names, unless you want me to. I will not divorce you. I love you more than life itself but I think that this may be the greatest adventure we ever attempt. If you did do something and liked it, this could open up a whole new level of intimacy for us. If it all goes to hell and isnt a good experience for us then we never do this again. I promise you that I will still love and cherish you after Shelly. I was so wound up inside as I came to the realization that Shelly was actually thinking about trying another man in front of me that I was about to cum in my pants. I could tell I had put her fears to rest for the most part. Now I could see her thinking about that man who was waiting just around the corner and down the street. She got up and taking my hand she pulled me up close to her. Putting her arms around me tightly she kissed me hard. Her tongue drove into my mouth as she crushed our lips together. Breaking away with a rush of breath she looked into my eyes with a long and deep intimacy of knowing me as long as she had. You really do want this dont you? Yes What if something went wrong? You know . . . what if I were to fall for him or something? Have you thought of that James? Not that I would, but we have both read those stories about couples who have done this. In some of them the wife has gone head over heels for the lover or lovers as the case may be. Have you thought of that? Yes. That has been my biggest fear, but right now I feel that it is right and you wont leave me. I also dont think you would hurt me in any way either. I am willing to take the chance right now. Later I may chicken out, but right now I am willing. Please dont get love bitten though Shelly. I truly meant what I told you, I would die if you left me or treated me poorly afterwards. I do love you James and I guess I would like to experience another man. A different cock may be something that brings us closer together too. I guess I am willing to try this. I have the same fears that you do, you know. I just dont want to mess up what we already have together. If at any time you decide that you are not comfortable with what is happening I will quit for you, James. Although I may have to at the very least give him a blowjob, since I wouldnt want to leave him hanging after building him up. Not my style, you know that. I understand Shelly. I really do. Shall we? She took my offered arm and I paid the check as we left. Walking down the street to the bar I felt Shelly shaking a bit. Excitement? Fear? A combination of both? I was shaking too, it could have all been me. We arrived at the bar and it was hopping. It took a bit to locate our new friend. He was at a booth at the back of the club and he had drinks waiting for us. As I went to sit, I made sure that Shelly slid in before me. This put her between him and I, and either of us could take her out to the dance floor with relative ease. I was worried that you had changed your minds. Oh no. Had to track down the waiter thats all. I was afraid you might have gotten tired of waiting and left. Oh yeah, by the way I am James and this is my wife, Shelly. James, Shelly, Im John. John Andrews. Pleased to meet you both. Um . . . do you live here or are you just visiting? Live here. Out for a night of fun. You? Visiting. I had some business to attend to and was getting ready to head home day after tomorrow. Thought I would take in the sites of the city. Im really glad I did. I would have been upset to find out that I had missed the best and most beautiful sight in the whole damn state. Shelly blushed as he finished his spiel. He laughed and then offered to get us our next drinks also. Both Shelly and I had sucked our drinks down, probably from being so nervous as to what we had been talking about just a few minutes ago. I volunteered to go get our drinks and he smiled as he handed me a wad of cash. Are you sure you want to leave me alone with this beauty? We are in a very public place, and anyway, I know your name now John. He laughed and waved me off on my way. Shelly gave me a little nervous look, but I figured that I needed to let him have a bit of time with her to let them get comfortable together. I was gone for longer than I had thought and when I got back to our table John and Shelly werent there. Then, looking around I saw Shelly on the dance floor with him. It was a slow dance and he had her in his arms. She was smiling and laughing as they swayed around. I had a tiny burst of jealousy that quickly passed. I was intrigued watching her in his arms. He was a good dancer and he led her around the floor with grace and ease. His one hand on the small of her back his other holding her hand. Shelly was pressed in close to him and her head was almost resting on his shoulder. They turned around and when Shelly saw me I noticed that she pulled back a little bit from him. John noticed and turned her some more and then smiled at me. He swung her around and then began to move across the dance floor headed to the other side. I watched as he maneuvered her through the crowd and pretty soon I lost sight of them. I left the drinks sitting and walked over to where I could see them again. Shelly looked around for me and when she didnt see me I could see that she was a bit troubled. John was talking to her calming her I was sure. After a bit Shelly once again was resting her head on his shoulder. He held her very close and then I noticed that he had dropped her hand and placed that arm around her back to join his other one. Her face turned into his neck and I could have sworn she had just kissed him. His visible hand began to rub her back, moving around and around in small circles. I could plainly see his other hand was under her dress in the back, rubbing her ass cheeks. As the dance came to an end I almost ran back to our table in order to not get caught by them. Shelly came up, her hair tousled a bit and smiling widely. John got there a minute later. They sat and we visited some more. I got up and took Shelly out on the dance floor on a slow song. Her head nestled next to mine in a familiar and loving way. I whispered that I watched them dancing and her kissing his neck. She immediately got defensive until she realized that I was just telling her I had seen them, not angry or jealous, just a comment to let her know. Oh James. He is pretty smooth. He compliments me and knows just how to hold a woman while dancing. His touch is electric too. I think I may want to . . . you know . . . if you are still interested that is. Hmmmm . . . his touch is electric is it? Should I be worried here Shelly? No, silly. I am so excited what with what we talked about earlier and where this could lead. I am trying very hard to be brave too. What are you thinking James? I am thinking about how I had a tiny jolt of jealousy when I saw you in his arms kissing his neck. Then I realized that it wasnt something to be jealous about. We have both talked about this and made the choice to see where this would lead. I want to finish it Shelly. I really want to go on with . . . well . . . wherever this leads to. Then you wont get mad if I tell you he was feeling me up on the dance floor before you got back with the drinks? Nope You wont get mad if I tell you that I really want to see and touch and fuck his cock too? Mad? No. I am so horny right now if you were to follow through and we took him to a motel room, got naked and you fucked him, I probably would cum without touching my cock. The whole idea has me so hard right now I can hardly stand it. I love you James. I love you with my whole being. You have my heart and soul. I love you too Shelly and I already told you that you have my heart and soul too. What are you thinking right now? I am thinking that unless he really screws up, we are going to that motel room and I am going to fuck two men in one night. Maybe even both at the same time if you two want to try that. When Shelly said that I almost shot off in my pants. I had to think about some other things for a moment to calm down. I was surprised but happy that she had decided to try this other man. I couldnt wait to get to that motel room now. We finished our dance and went back to the table. Shelly sat in close to John and we laughed and talked some more. At one point I saw Shelly give a start and then glance at me with a touch of guilt. I knew that John had just done something. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. As I walked by the back of the booth I saw John had his hand under Shellys dress. He had been fingering her pussy as I sat right there at the table with them. I went into the bathroom and had to wait to pee due to my hard-on. I was in there for a longer time than I had planned and when I got out I saw John and Shelly on the dance floor again. They stayed close to the table this time and as I watched them dance I saw John use every chance he could to feel Shellys body. Shelly was getting quite tanked too. There were several drink glasses sitting on our table and most of them were the type that Shelly was drinking. The dance floor was pretty crowded and John maneuvered Shelly over nearer to our table in a dark spot. Once there, he began to feel Shelly up with intent. His hand on her back had slipped into her dress and he had to be fingering her asshole with the way the motion there was going. His other hand had found its way to her breasts and he actually pulled her dress away to expose them both. He leaned down and began to lick first one nipple then the other. He soon sucked on one as his fingers rolled her other nipple between them. I could see that Shelly wasnt even nervous anymore. She was letting him do whatever he wanted to her body. This was something that Shelly had never allowed me to do. She had always been very reserved in public. The drinks and the excitement must have had this effect on her thought process though since she was just nestled in to him as he felt her up and exposed her. The next dance was a slow one too and John kept her out on the floor. He spun her around, to put her back to his front. His head came around her shoulder and he kissed her ear, moving to her neck. His hands were on her belly holding her in tightly to his body. Her breasts were still both exposed, hanging out for all to see. I could see her chest heaving as she put a arm up and around behind her head to grasp the back of his head and pull him farther around to her face. Her tongue came out and she then slipped it into his mouth, kissing him fully. As she did this he took a hand and slipped it down her belly to rub her crotch, under the dress. They stood there swaying to the music, not moving around much at all. Shelly was tonguing him deeply and not breaking away from the kiss. I could see that her nipples were both standing out from where I sat. John placed a hand directly on one of her breasts, cupping it just underneath. His next move surprised me and made me realize that Shelly was very drunk and horny. He tugged on the shoulder strap on one side of her dress and then it fell. He moved to the other side and did the same thing. Shellys dress slipped down and as the straps caught by her elbows, I could plainly see her breasts and her pussy. His move had caused my wife to be totally exposed. The bottom hem on her dress had gone from upper-mid-thigh to just below her knees. John had two fingers in her pussy and was stroking her deeply. His other hand had taken a breast in his hand and held it up in the soft light that played down on it. He then moved Shelly in a long slow circle, and as I watched, the other people on the dance floor near them stopped dancing and just stared at them. I couldnt believe that Shelly was letting John do this in front of other people, let alone me. As soon as that dance ended he took her hand, leaving her dress as it was and pulled her along behind him to come sit at the table. Shelly slipped in past me and her hand went to my crotch as she got settled. Mmmmm. Someone else is hot tonight too. I have two men hot and bothered. So, whats next boys? John slid over to be right beside Shelly. Looking at me he took a hand and cupped her breast on his side. He nodded at me. Getting his drift, I slid closer and did the same to Shelly on the other side. Shelly sat there, a man on either side of her holding her naked, beautiful, hard nippled breasts in their hands. People were walking by and staring at us. A few men tried to get invited to our party, but John put a stop to that quickly. He told them that her card was filled up, go find their own woman to play with. So, your wife seems to be ready to take this to the next level James. How about you? Are you comfortable with this so far or do you want to quit and call it a night? Lets go to the next level as you so aptly put it John. I think that Shelly is ready and so am I. Shelly moaned loudly as I said that. Looking down I saw that John had begun to finger my wife again. He glanced at me for an instant and then bent to take her breast in his mouth. I saw his lips clamp around Shellys nipple. That hard nipple, begging for attention. Not able to resist the breast in my hand I leaned in and did the same. Shelly held our heads to her chest as we sucked and licked her breasts. Her moans were growing in volume and pretty soon a waitress came up to me and asked us if we would either stop what we were doing or leave. I noticed that she waited a bit before saying anything. Her tongue slipped along her lips as she cleared her throat to speak to us. I also saw that her nipples were standing out just like Shellys were too. I guess this spectacle had turned on more than just us. John stood up, grabbing his coat and Shellys. I stood and left a tip on the table. As I stepped out I had to go around the waitress who was still staring at Shelly. Shelly had stood up and her dress was still down around her elbows and knees. Her pussy and breasts fully and openly in view of whoever wanted to see. John placed Shellys coat around her shoulders and I took her hand. Leading Shelly through the club I saw a few men copping feels of Shellys breasts as we would walk by. Shelly was moaning pretty loudly at one point when the crowd held us up. Looking back I saw John had slipped his hand to her crotch and was fingering her again as we stood still. A couple of other men had reached up and were grabbing her breasts and pinching her nipples. Shelly just stood there, eyes closed and let them. I knew that if we didnt get her out of that bar and right away, she would be the center of one hell of a gangbang. John caught my eye and I could see that he was getting a bit worried about the same thing too. We had better get out of here as soon as possible James. We may have one hell of a time if we dont. Yeah, thats what I was just thinking John. We hustled Shelly out and almost ran down the street. About three blocks away was a motel sign blinking a vacancy. I ran in and got us a room and then we headed off to continue our adventure. Shelly was a bit cooled off by now, but still urging us to hurry. We got in the room and I turned to lock the door. When I turned around, Shelly was naked and on her knees. Her dress puddled on the floor where she had stepped out of it. John had undone his pants and as they fell to the floor, Shelly had taken his cock in hand and was just now beginning to suck on him. I about shit when I saw his cock. It was huge. I was worried about that for an instant wondering if Shelly had bitten off more than she could chew, so to speak. John pushed her back and finished undressing. Shelly was moaning and never took her hand off of his very large cock. Her fingers didnt even come close to encircling it because it was so fat. It looked to be about ten or eleven inches long too. Shelly immediately stuck her mouth over the head of it as soon as John sat back down on the bed. I was amazed when she managed to get about six inches into her mouth. Then, as I watched she showed me that I hadnt seen anything yet. My loving precious wife continued to work on this mans cock. Bit by bit taking in more on each down stroke. Pretty soon she was taking in all of it. Clear to the base. I couldnt believe it. Yes, she had learned to take all of me into her throat, but I was only seven inches long and pretty slender. This guy was three or more inches longer and far bigger around than I and she managed to take all of him in a short while. I could see the head of his cock as it went into her throat as it pushed outwards against her flesh there and left a rolling movement that outlined it on her downstroke. I sat down, breathless, watching as my formerly prim and proper wife sucked a strangers cock like a thousand-dollar-a-night call girl. Her nipples were hard and sticking out farther than I had ever seen before. Her pussy was running juices down her legs to her knees in small streams. I got up and undressed. John was laying back enjoying a world-class blowjob. His hands were in her hair and he held her as she took him in and out. I knelt behind her and taking a finger, began to finger fuck her pussy. I kept time with her motions on his cock. The faster she went on him the faster I went on her. Pretty soon she was blazing along at a good clip and moaning loudly around his cock. I moved in closer and put the head of my cock just inside her pussy lips. I held that distance, her lips just covering my head. She began to really move around, trying to get me to plunge into her pussy. I held off, watching her suck John. As I saw him begin to get close to cumming, I slid into my wife. She was as hot and wet as I had ever felt her before. I bottomed out in her pussy and she moaned, taking all of John into her throat. He had started to pinch her nipples, tugging on them as she sucked him. Pretty soon he began to shake and I could see his cock flexing when Shelly had pulled back to the head of his cock. I began to ram in and out of her pussy as she waited a brief moment then went all the way back down on his cock. Next thing I knew, she was swallowing fast. John had started to cum deep in her throat and she held her head down, taking all of his cum into her throat and was swallowing it. He moaned as he filled her and then I saw a little trickle running out of the corner of her mouth. He had so much cum that she hadnt been able to keep up with the flow. She lost some running down her chin. Her fingers went up to scrape it off her chin and after he finished cumming she pulled off of him and licked her fingers clean. She turned to look into my eyes and began to beg me to fuck her hard and fast. That coupled with a glimpse of white cum on her tongue caused me to begin to cum too. Shelly was shaking hard as I shot off, pressed deeply into her pussy as I could. I filled her up and then held still while she finished cumming too. Afterward I slid out and sat on the floor with my back against the dresser in the room. Shelly returned to licking and sucking Johns cock. He sat up a bit and watched her tongue going over his cock, bathing him in her saliva. His hands went to her head again as she got lower on his cock and pretty soon she was licking his balls. He laid back and put his feet up on the bed, spreading them. This gave Shelly access to him fully. The next thing I knew she was licking down and down and then she was licking around his ass. I couldnt believe it. She had never shown any interest in doing something that nasty with me. Of course I had never asked her to either. John moaned, getting hard again. He pulled on her and soon she was straddling him. His long hard cock standing up as she held it. Shelly raised up on her knees enough to get the head of his cock situated and then she began to work that monster into her very tight pussy. Several times she stopped and held very still as she got used to his size. After a long, slow, and careful time, she was fully down on his cock. He had reached up to caress her breasts as she sat there moaning, eyes closed. Ohhh . . . I am so stuffed. God, your cock is touching me in places I have never felt a cock before John. Ohhh . . . God, I love this. Mmmmmm. Yessss! John laid there his cock fully in my wife, his hands on her breasts. He was touching her inside where I had never been. Virgin territory to a cock. I was a bit jealous at that moment. Then I was a bit afraid. Would this huge cock steal my wife away from me? Had I just lost Shelly to a large cock? I sat there, stunned and quiet. I was not sure what I should do. I began to think about what she had said about if I decided that I didnt like what was happening. If I asked her to quit now would she? What about John? What if he began to talk her into being his slut or something? Jan had begun to hump up and down on him, long full strokes. I could see her pussy lips pulling out and then rolling in on each movement. He was stretching her pussy. Her juices were shiny and beginning to trickle around his cock to run down her legs. Even her little asshole was opening up due to his stretching of her. She moved faster and faster her moans becoming words. Breathless words mumbled into the air to any who could hear. Mmmm . . . so full . . . God . . .yesss . . . fuck me . . . deeper . . . oh God . . .fuck me . . . oh fuck meeee . . . so good . . . love your cock . . . yessss . . . Whatever I had thought about asking her to quit now left my mind. I knew with the way she was acting and talking about his cock, she was not going to quit now. She was beyond quitting, beyond listening to even me. I sat back in my chair and just watched as the love of my life began to beg and moan and beg some more for that giant cock. She wasnt even on this planet at this moment in time. She was in nirvana, running to catch her release on this monster cock. I watched as she came once, then again, then several more times. John kept her upright, guiding her shoulders as she fucked his cock. All at once, after another particular big orgasm, Shelly fell forward on John, her head on his chest. He held her in a hug and then rolled her over to be under him. Shelly had her eyes closed as he began to drive his cock in and out of her pussy with ever quickening speed. He was not being gentle and he was actually moving her whole body up the bed as he rammed her. Shelly began to cum and cum in one long huge orgasm as John kept up his steamrollering fucking. Her chest was a rose colored blush and her breath was ragged. He kept up the pace for longer than I thought anyone could have. He finally slowed down and stopped, pulling out of her pussy with a squishing noise. I could hear her moaning for him to fuck her more. She wanted more of his cock. Ohhhh . . . dont stop . . . please John . . . dont stop . . . I need more of your cock. John! Please fuck me . . . dont stop now I am close to cumming again. He took her legs and pulled them up and over spreading her lewdly, and causing her ass to roll upwards. Then, while I watched, stunned and unable to react, he began to push his cock into her tight little asshole. I couldnt believe that Shelly wasnt fighting him off. As far as I knew she was a virgin there. Instead of fighting him she reached up and grabbed her ankles and drew her legs back even farther. He let loose of her legs and then with his hands on either side of her, he drove his cock into her ass with one long slow shove. Shelly moaned and then groaned. Her face screwed up in a painful grimace for a minute until he was fully buried in her. Once he was all the way in her, his balls against her cheeks, he stopped and held still. Watching her face, he waited until her grimace went away before beginning to move cautiously back and forth in her tender tightness. Shelly was moaning and holding her legs spread wide. Her nipples looked like they were about to bust they appeared so hard. I couldnt believe that he had gotten that huge shaft up in her asshole like he had. I also couldnt believe that Shelly was laying there accepting it, hell, even beginning to like it. He stroked in long slow strokes. In, then out, in then out. Shelly began to beg for more from him. He sped up. She begged harder and faster. He sped up some more. Pretty soon she was hollering at him to fuck her asshole harder . . . faster. He complied. At this point she was jerking with each full stroke into her that he took. He was ramming in and out, her little hole pulling along with his shaft. I was afraid he was going to turn her inside out. Shelly began to cum harder than any time tonight. He drove in and out and pretty soon he shook as his cum shot out and filled her asshole. I saw white cum flowing out around where his cock entered her tightness. I was shell-shocked. My wife had just become a whole different person right before my eyes. All it had taken was a huge cock and she had changed in many ways. Actually hearing her begging to be fucked in her ass was something I had never had the pleasure of hearing before. I was a bit hurt at how well she had jelled with him during all of this. I went into the bathroom and washed my face, trying to calm my nerves. I was afraid that I had just lost my wife to this guy with a huge cock. I was afraid that I had pushed into an area that I should have stayed way away from. Much had changed tonight between us, of that I was sure. I stayed in the bathroom for quite a while. I heard them fucking again, my wife moaning and begging him for more. He was talking to her in low tones, I couldnt make out what he was saying. I hoped it was not something I was going to regret. I heard them quiet down and then someone knocked on the door. Hey man, I need to get in there. You okay in there? Yeah. Ill be right out. I stepped out to see my wife laying spread eagled on the bed, cum running out of both her pussy and ass. Cum all over her face and in her hair too. He must have pulled out and shot off on her face at the last minute. Shelly opened her eyes to look into mine. I could see that she knew something was wrong with me. I saw her put a hand to her face, covering her mouth. I thought she was going to start crying for a minute. I sat heavily down on the adjoining bed and just stared at my wife. Cum from another man all over her face, her hair, her pussy and ass. He had claimed her like I never would be able to. I was feeling out of sorts. I had enjoyed it up until I saw how she was reacting to him as he fucked her alone. Shelly sat up and then came over to sit by me. Her arms went around my shoulders as she hugged me tightly. I felt slippery stuff on my cheek and realized that it must be his cum on her face. She took my head in her hands and held me to face her. As I looked at her, she pressed her lips against mine and kissed me. I kissed her back and then, without thinking, I stuck my tongue into her mouth. She responded and we were soon lost in each other. I knew at that moment she still cared for me. I hadnt lost her like I had thought. She had just been caught up in her pleasure and the intensity of the experience. I hugged her to me and we sat there kissing and holding each other. I began to get an erection as we sat together. I felt her hand slip down my back to come around and caress my cock. With each light touch of her hand my cock throbbed vibrantly. She broke our kiss and looking into my eyes she began to masturbate me. Her grip, while firm, was soft and just light enough that it was beginning to drive me nuts. I had slipped my hand down to finger her pussy as she jacked my cock. Shelly looked at me and with a few soft words began to take me where I had never been with her before. I so love you James. I want to give back to you as you have given to me tonight. I got the idea tonight earlier with John, but I really want to give this pleasure to you. She pressed my shoulders back forcing me to lay down. Her hands grabbed my legs and brought them up, putting my feet next to my butt. Then, pushing my legs back even more, she began to lick and suck on my cock. Her tongue traveled the length of me, teasing and caressing my hardness. Her touch was feather light. I closed my eyes and then felt her tongue begin to slip down to caress my balls. Then her head moved down farther still and suddenly, her tongue was licking and caressing my asshole. It was a feeling I had never thought would be so erotic and sensual. I almost came as she stiffened up her tongue and forced it inside of me. I could feel her tongue fucking my hole her nose brushing my balls at the same time. Her hands fell to grasp my cock and stroke me as her tongue continued bringing me such pleasure. I felt my orgasm approaching, and Shelly noticed that too. She kept up her tonguing of my ass and her hands began to move faster and faster on m y cock. Just as I began to cum she pulled her head up and back, aiming my cock right at her face. As the first spurt of my white fluid shot out she opened her mouth and took it straight onto her tongue. I watched my wife, her mouth wide open, taking my cum, letting it build up on her tongue. Then on my last spurts she aimed it on her face, closing her eyes as I blasted her all over. In her hair, on her nose, eyelids, cheeks and then onto her breasts too. Afterwards, as I lay there, she sat up over me and began to rub my cum into her skin on her breasts. She then took a finger and scrapped up the cum on her face and looking into my eyes, began to lick it off of her finger in a slow and sexy show of love and passion. Mmmm . . . you taste . . . better. James, I have just found out that I like the taste of your cum. I think I always have, but I was afraid of letting you know because I guess I thought you would think I was a slut or something. Oh baby, I would never have thought that of you. You are my love. The love of my life. Even more than ever now. I love you Shelly. With all my heart. I love you too James. More and more with each passing day. Are you all right with what we have done tonight so far? Yes. I will admit that I was worried there for a while, the way you reacted to Johns cock and then letting him take your ass and all, but you just reassured me. God I love you so much. I could see you were troubled a moment ago. I was afraid I had lost you. John is a great fuck, but I dont love him. I love you James. Only you. No matter what should happen I want you to remember that. I go home with you. Always. John came out of the bathroom. He had taken a shower. Shelly went in and pretty soon I heard her showering also. John and I talked a bit, learning more about one another. He was surprised to find out that this was the first time Shelly and I had opened up our relationship to include anyone else. The first time and you chose me? I am honored. Your wife is a very beautiful woman. Probably the most beautiful woman I have ever been with. Her body is perfect. Her hair . . . well, I wanted to have her jack me off with that hair wrapped around my cock. She is also very talented too. I have never had anyone take my whole cock down their throat before. Yes, she is full of surprises. I have loved her from the first time I ever saw her. I was a bit worried for a bit there when you two were going at it. I thought that I may have lost her to you and your cock. But I know better now. She is my wife still and forever. You are a lucky man James. A very lucky man. She is a Goddess with a bit of, well, slut in her. I know what you mean. Shelly came out, naked. Her body was shiny clean and her hair had been let out of the pony tail and while still damp, was spreading across her back. Golden light shining in the room. Her nipples were sticking out hard still. She came up to stand in front of me. Taking my hand in hers she stood me up. Leaning in she whispered that it was my turn to shower now. Her and John would be waiting for me.